Mom's Mistake

                               Mom's Mistake - Chapter 26

       Had I known what was going on back at the Chu place, I might have been very nervous about my mom's prospects for a long and profitable life. Dr. Chu was delighted to have a new toy to keep him occupied. Mom on the other hand was always on the lookout for the next world class sadist to cross her path but his one was quite a bit off the beaten path, even for sadists. The good doctor's forte was mind games first to break down any resistance from his subject, before getting down to cases. Mom was more the meat and potatoes type of masochist, give her plenty of good old fashion pain and keep it coming until her circuits overloaded as Elf described it.

       Currently mom was learning all about the effect of rope shrinkage on the unwary. She was standing on the tips of her toes, arms contained in a single leather sheath with straps holding her flabby biceps, elbows and wrists as close together as was humanly possible. Her ankles were bound tightly using steel wire that ate into the bone. Two wide leather straps completed her ensemble, one above, the other just below her big, newly constructed tits. This made taking a deep breath out of the question, which was Dr. Chu's intention. The physician's wife had watched with great interest as he set up this scheme for mentally torturing his victim. This was one of the more important reasons she became his wife and assistant, his talent for producing pain that did more than just provide a momentary shock to the nervous system.

       Mom was glancing nervously at the noose around her neck that was attached to a hook mounted in the ceiling above her naked body. The thick rope was soaking wet, which allowed it to have a considerable amount of give to it. If not, mom would already be dangling in the air, legs kicking frantically as her lungs were deprived of life-giving oxygen. Dr. Chu was using a hair dryer to remove the moisture from the rope hanging from the ceiling. As he worked, the doctor also explained to the old pain slut what would soon happen to the rope and her ability to breathe.

       Gradually the rope would shrink as the water left it. Soon she would be unable to even stand briefly on her tip toes, leading ultimately to her slow strangulation. He chuckled at what would occur, first her eyes would start bulging, her chest heaving, and her face turning a bright red from her inability to draw enough air into her laboring lungs. This would continue and she would start mindlessly struggling against her bonds and the rope tightening around her neck. However he held out the possibility that by following his orders she could apply more pressure on the rope and make the still wet noose stretch some and once more allow her toes to touch the floor. What he did not tell her was that soon the noose itself would lose all the water now soaking it and then it too would tighten and once again she would face slow suffocation as her body was slowly lifted from the floor once again.

       This fiendishly simple procedure would take considerable time to play out, and to pass the time more productively, the good doctor decided to test a few of his latest whipping tools on the buxom, fleshy woman who looked to be in her middle forties. He selected a fiberglass rod which in principle was more flexible and produced a much more damaging impact when used properly. He stepped behind his fleshy victim and targeted her plump asscheeks. The first blow split her skin and raised a terrible welt that mushroomed quickly, surrounded by a bloody perimeter. Mom screamed to the heavens from the agonizing pain that was tripped by this cruel blow. The next blow landed seconds later and another almost identical wound was created within a few millimeters of the first. Mom's entire body trembled from the shock, and for a brief moment her feet left the floor, adding to her problems.

       Mrs. Chu couldn't help smiling as her husband replaced the fiberglass whip with one made from an exotic composite given to him on the their last trip to the mainland. The gift also came with a lovely fourteen year old girl that they took turns using it on until her bare body was bleeding from so many deep slashes, welts and gashes that she could not be brought back to consciousness despite their best efforts. It mattered not since she was scheduled for execution the following day with her parents in attendance. Secretly she was hoping that he would vent his pent up anger on this plump middle-aged woman who had a reputation for being able to survive the worst type of torture, recover and return, begging for more of the same.

       His assault was brilliant, cruel and not what she expected. Mrs. Chu could feel the crotch of her bikini panties growing moist as she witnessed his terrible treatment of the helpless pain slut. He used the composite whip, which was more like an epee with its triangular construction, to slash the tops of her bare feet. To achieve his objective it required him to almost become a dancer, using elaborate moves and gliding down to almost contact the floor as he slashed down at his target. Each blow left a bloody track; the first barely a fraction of a millimeter from the joint connecting her foot and lower leg, the next two inches further along the top of her foot, and so on until her feet were reduced to a pair of bleeding lumps of gnarled flesh.

       Still not completely satisfied, he moved to her rear and began working his way down from the back of her knee to the heel, first one leg and then the other. Two growing pools of blood centered below the soles of her twisted feet provided plenty of evidence that this terrible weapon could certainly be used to beat mom to death in a very short time if he so desired. However that was the one option that he would not tolerate. This plump piece of meat must be made to last for many long days, weeks, months even, before she was unable to respond to the torments that he had planned for her.

       Meanwhile at Camp Hellhole, things were moving right along. Hecate, despite the terrible beating she'd taken, was busily sucking Biff while Buster did his best to enlarge Belinda's asshole. That damned dog was an ass fucking fool if there ever was one. Belinda was in a state of shock, never having had the pleasure of a dog's cock operating at just below the speed of sound within her back hole. To her credit, she was doing her best to hold still for the brutal, mindless excavation that was occurring in her lower intestines. Hecate had seen the light after the murderous assault on her skinny body and did anything we asked or even hinted for her to do. Right now she was entertaining us with her deep throating of Buster, who wasn't certain he liked it. The mutt wasn't accustomed to having this kind of action from his bitch and so he growled and bared his teeth now and then just to show the goth girl who was in charge.

       I couldn't resist letting the rest of the gang in on my little secret concerning Zeng and the pain slut side of her personality. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. That was what allowed her to survive all the years of constant torture she endured. I was to learn later that tapes were made of the most disgusting things that were done to her. Zeng's parents, who at the time were still alive and being "rehabilitated' in the most brutal camps imaginable, were shown them over and over, which finally drove her mother mad and caused her father to attempt numerous failed suicides.

       Elf dragged out the whipping bench from the back bedroom, a modified version of a piece of furniture used by monks for prayer. Soon Zeng was on her belly, her thin wrists tied tightly to the front portion of the curving fixture, and her legs spread apart, ankles roped to the back set of supports. He had managed to find time to cut a bunch of switches from the local bushes and season them in a bath of salt water located at the back of the cabin. This nerd didn't miss a trick when it came to items that could be adapted to the NLA initiation process.

       We drew lots to see in which order we would get to whip Zeng. It was decided that two people would go at the same time, splitting whatever area they chose to whip. Miko and Bert went first and naturally wanted to whip the skin off her skinny butt. They took turns giving her six of the best until she had taken a total of two dozen blows, perhaps a third of them leaving her flat backside bleeding from numerous cuts in her papery skin. Except for a few gasps when Bert found the crevice between her scrawny asscheeks, she was silent. I made a few remarks concerning the inability of the first group to do any serious damage to our candidate in hopes of increasing the amount of pain she'd get.

       Elf did not disappoint me. He took dead aim at that crevice and landed all dozen dead on target. The same could not be said for Winnie, who laid a dozen across the back of the Chinese girl. Zeng was still a dry hole based on the amont of moisture I discovered by sticking my middle finger up her tight, arid cunt and moving it around to make sure it was indeed a desert. With help from Elf and Bert, we turned the girl over so she was now face up and all the rest of her goodies were exposed for the whipping that followed. Since it was my idea, I decided that she'd get thirty of the best from yours truly.

       Naturally there was some grumbling from those who had already gone before me, but that was the breaks as far as I was concerned.  Such was not to be the case. I finally had to cave and allow everyone to have an equal number of lashes, choosing fifty for each person and letting them select which part of her emaciated body they wanted to use. I also made sure that they all understood that this pain slut handled the best that could be thrown at her for three years in the worst concentration camps that existed in mainland China.

       If she could survive that, we weren't much of a threat to her overall health and safety. Secretly I wondered if anything we did, short of killing her, would make Zeng bat an eyelash. After all, she'd been tortured by experts for years who had only one thought in mind, break her will or make sure she was going to be able to endure even more new and horrible tortures from the next expert that went to work on that naked collection of skin and bones.

       My misgivings didn't stop me from trying to get that skank's pussy nice and wet. Knowing she was a pain slut sort of cooled any thoughts I had for any type of a relationship with her. Maybe Miko wasn't as bad as I thought, all things considered. With all those thoughts percolating in my fevered mind, I went after Zeng with a fury that even surprised me. Her armpits were my first target, to date no one had done anything to them yet. I think she was expecting me to whip her pussy or those things that passed for tits, so I caught her by surprise. I put some muscle behind it and as a result broke the skin in her pits, but a quick check of her pussy showed no response to what I had done. Then I got the bright idea of rubbing salt into those cuts.

       Even though the switch was soaked in salt water before I started using it, it didn't have the punch that regular salt had. Zeng's eyes got big when I rubbed the salt into her wounds. The idea of pinching her clit to get some reaction popped into my head and so I tried my best to tear that little nubbin from its mooring. A tear or two began trickling down her cheeks. For the first time I detected some traces of pussy juice when my middle finger probed her cunt this time. An overwhelming urge to fuck the piss out of her came over me. It was strong enough to make me back away from her and try to catch my breath.

       Why I chose to do her ears next is something I still don't understand. It proved to be a crowd pleaser. I caught her a good one with my first blow, the switch cutting open the delicate flesh from top to lobe. She turned her head in reflex to protect the damaged ear and so I made a match out of the other. Back and forth I went, as she tried and failed to protect those delicate swirls of flesh that my switch tore to tatters. I quit at an even dozen and this time I could smell the aroma of her pussy juice and see it oozing from between her thin cunt lips. I squeezed those flaps of rubbery flesh and she began humping her crotch upwards to get even more sensation from what I was doing.

       Elf, that little rat, had been keeping track of the number of lashes I'd deliverd to my naked victim. I was  down to six, which infuriated me. I was just getting into a groove, and felt as if I could whip her for at least an hour straight without taking even so much as a breather. Frustration made me use my brain for a change and the idea of bundling some of the switches together and using that on her vulnerable twat came up through the fog of fury that had me by the throat. I regained control by thinking of what I might do to her tomorrow once I had her strung up by the thumbs from that same tree that Elf had used to hang Belinda.

       There were knowing grins as they watched me tie three switches together and swing them through the air to get a feel for this new and more powerful whipping tool. Satisfied that I had control of this new weapon, I went to work on Zeng's drooling pussy with everything I had. I went right down the middle, splitting that thin-lipped cunt neatly with the wet, salt-crusted branches. It took four blows before she reacted, but it was some show. She deliberately timed her thrusts upwards to meet my downward lashing. The water splashed off that swollen pussy and made the air arond her whipped cunt shimmer from the tiny droplets of sweat, cunt juice and salted water that flew from her pussy mouth. On the sixth and last blow, a monster shot that tore deep into that tight wet twat, she began to bleed, bringing a cheer from Miko. I knew from that high pitched squeal that I was going to get some hot, wet, Japanese pussy before I went to sleep tonight. Who knows, maybe it might be mixed with Chinese cunt as well?

                               ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )