Mom's Mistake

                                     Mom's Mistake - Chapter 27

       Mrs. Chu had taken a seat and was shamelessly masturbating as she watched her husband torture the newest acquisition to the family. In truth the middle-aged woman was ticketed for one last appearance in the outside world before becoming their property for the rest of her life, as short as it might be. It probably wouldn't matter if she were unable to walk since in all likelihood those using her body in one way or another would have her strapped down or hanging so they could have their way with her. She could not imagine anyone becoming sexually excited by her appearance, but these white people were still strange compared to her heritage.

       There was still enough slack in the noose to allow her to stand flat-footed. After the damage her husband had done to the woman's feet, there was little possibility that she could support her pudgy body on her toes. To make her fate even more agonizing Dr. Chu had forced a length of plastic tubing down her throat and into her stomach. He was now connecting the tubing to a fixture that would supply water that would be used to fill her stomach to its limit, thus impeding her limited ability to draw breath. But the main function of this procedure was to assure that she would not be able to raise up her body under any set of circumstances as the noose tightened around her throat.

       Once mom was filled to capacity, her belly bulging out to nearly hide her swollen cunt lips from view, he began toying with her fat clit, which had swollen to nearly twice its normal size. Tiring of that he picked up the hair dryer and began playing the hot air up and down the length of the noose as well as driving more moisture from the portion girding mom's neck.There was nothing she could do but moan and make odd sounding noises whenever he held the dryer mere inches from her fat, hot button. Mom's face began to take on a ruddy color as her ability to breath was slowly taken away from her.

       At the cabin Miko and Bert were making mincemeat out of Zeng's cunt. They too were using bundled switches, Miko could handle only two, but Bert was showing off by using a scourge consisting of four switches. Each time it bit into the bloody mess that was Zeng's cunt, blood splattered everywhere, and her screams made the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention. Miko had by now moved away to begin ruining what evidently were Zeng's new breast buds, probably the result of the hormone treatment she was now receiving. Leave it to my sharp-eyed killer girlfriend to notice the almost imperceptible change in the Chinese woman's flat chest.

       By the time Miko and Bert got done with Zeng, parts of her naked body looked like pieces of skinned meat. However the stink of her pussy slime was so powerful it even overwhelmed the smell of the blood dripping from the dozens upon dozens of gashes and cuts covering her cunt, inner thighs and those little bumps that had begun growing from her chest. She was still conscious, which seemed to irritate those working on that skinny frame. How could this ugly bag of bones stand up to the tremendous amount of pain that they had just finished dealing out to her?

       Once again it was Elf who proved to be the cruelest of them all, quite fitting since he was the true nerd leader and as such would be expected to take the lead when it came to such things. It was Elf who gave Winnie directions on which portion of Zeng's bare body to whip and for how long. When he instructed her to begin by using her switch of the Chinese woman's face, there was a collective gasp that came from those in the room, including the other two candidates. How Zeng managed to avoid losing an eye from that brutal assault was a mystery to me.

       Initially she did a fairly good job of dodging the blows that fell, causing them to either miss or glance off her skull or jawline, where they did minor damage at  best. While this was going on much to the amusement of the other players, Elf was busy preparing Zeng for more heavy duty pain. He had taken strips of duct tape and used them to pull her cunt lips out to their limit and hold them in place, thus exposing the sensitive meatus of her cunt for the whipping he had planned for them. Zeng hardly batted an eyelash over this, she had taken much worse in the camps. Those monsters didn't bother with the niceties of tape, they merely skewered her cunt lips with long needles or sharp sticks to allow them to get at her tender twat.

       Miko had grown bored with watching the Chinese candidate successfully dodging Winnie's futile blows, and had taken action. She knelt by the woman and grabbed her hair in a way that held her head from moving. She urged Winnie to give her victim everything she had and soon Zeng's face was crisscrossed with deep welts and cuts as the switch ate into her gaunt countenance. Unfortunately Winnie's aim was not perfect and on a few occasions she managed to strike Miko, bringing curses in Japanese from the teenager.

       In retrospect I should never have stood still for letting Winnie tear up Zeng's face that way. One mistake and the Chinese torture toy loses an eye and we are all in the deepest of deep shit. Mrs. Chu would probably have our nuts in exchange for Zeng's eye plus Miko and Winnie would be working in a Bangcock whore house for the rest of their unnatural lives. Fortunately things worked out for all concerned. Zeng got off big time and everyone who worked on her also got off in their own sick way. I know I did, but that's a story for later on in this little expose'.

       Elf showed some intiative and once more demonstrated his growing maturity when it came to punishing females. There were some gasps from the audience when instead of a bundle of switches, like most had been using, he pulled his belt from his pants and used it, buckle first, to tear up Zeng's highly vulnerable cunt. The sound of that heavy metal eating into the wet, stinking sex flesh of the helpless Chinese woman sent a chill over the members watching this slaughter. Perhaps I was the only one who could appreciate the fact that Zeng was getting off in a big way from the high level pain that heavy metal belt buckle was providing as it ripped through her rubbery fuck channel, sending tiny chunks of sex meat flying into the air along with the shimmering droplets of blood and cunt sludge that she was releasing after each and every blow.

       Elf was smart enough to pace himself and so Winnie was done well before he was even halfway through using his allotted fifty strokes total. Quick as a wink Miko jumped in and presented her bleeding box to Zeng for cleanup. The Chinese candidate wasted no time gobbling the gory gash that had been thrust to her lips. Zeng acted as if it was manna from heaven. I began to wonder just what kind of pussy she was forced to gobble when she was in the camps. I guess if you hadn't had anything to drink or eat in a couple of days out in the broiling sun while you were constanty being raped by the guards and their dogs, anything must have tasted great no matter what kind of animal it was connected to. That explained her actions; she was regressing back to the days in the camp when it was her against the world and the world was composed of sadistic males, be they human or brute.

       After his rest Elf went to work on her hip bones, tearing the skin from the pointed joints, leaving a trail of blood in the wake of every blow. Then he homed in on her inner thighs, ripping the flesh out in small chunks as she inhaled the blood and cunt juice from Miko's fountaining pussy. Elf shortened up his grip on the belt and pounded the buckle back into her bleeding cunt over and over. Every blow had an effect on Miko, the pain being somehow transmitted into Zeng's tongue which did tricks inside Miko's twat. It was amazing how the skinny Asian managed to stay conscious. I began to worry that this terrible beating might get in the way of my plans to nail her good and proper after everyone was satisfied that she'd been properly initiated for the day.

       We were all counting as Elf finished off his victim with some major league smashes. At forty-eight Zeng started shivering and bucking against her bonds, nearly throwing Miko off her face, which was a swollen mess by then. At forty-nine she started her orgasm, leaving us speechless. The fact that she dared to have an orgasm despite the terrible beating Elf was dealing out to her, made him lose his cool for one of those rare times. He just kept on beating her pussy into a pulpy mess while I stood there with my mouth open and nothing coming out of it. Finally, after who knows how many extra shots he landed into that swamp between her bleeding thighs, I captured the belt in midflight and brought the action to a close.

       Elf just stood there almost in a stupor while Miko continued to see if she could suffocate her pussy eating companion, who had gone away to somewhere else on the wings of that stupendous orgasm. I got hard just thinking about what her torturers must have dreamed up to do to her the first time she insulted them by getting off while they were burning her clit away or maybe deciding whether to cut off her nipples, lips or  eyelids next. One thing was certain, Miko and I were going to put this pain slut through the wringer tonight, and tomorrow I intended to take her scrawny ass out to the clearing in back and see how much skin I could whip off that skinny body.

       Once Zeng returned from wherever she went, we marched her and the other two outside to hose them down and let them dry while we had supper. There is nothing like a long day traveling followed by having to discipline a trio of unruly candidates which included a freak who makes my mom seem like an amateur when it comes to absorbing pain. Oh I forgot to mention all the fucking and sucking my Japanese girlfriend provided and the hot session with Zeng where I figured out she was a pain slut as well as a nymphomaniac who needed pain to really get herself off. My worst fear was becoming too tired to work over Zeng. I had some ideas I wanted to try out on that skinny freak and there didn't appear to be much extra time available tomorrow.

       Things back at the Chu residence had gotten to the point that Dr. Chu was just hanging around waiting for mom to begin hanging around for real. His hot wife had already tried to seduce him and been rebuffed for the five hundreth time at least. Personally I never want his problem, even the thought of it scares me. She had left in a huff, not even bothering to put her clothing back on. They say that idle hands are the devil's playground, or some such nonsense. Well in the case of Dr. Chu they were. For those of you wondering how I knew all about what was going on there while I was here, it's easy. None of this story is being told in real time, remember that and everything will be fine.

       He debated on perhaps giving her an enema, a big one, one that would generate a lot of gas to make her even more uncomfortable. Then he tabled that idea for fear that he just might screw up her insides to the point that something ruptured and there would go all his fun for perhaps a month or two. Instead he decided to do a little surgery on her ruined feet. It made for a nice compromise, she would get a few more minutes of relatively ease in exchange for a few more minutes of excruciating pain, something he had been told she thrived on.

       When he returned with his instrument case she was still balanced on the soles of her feet, which surprised him somewhat. Almost all of the slack in the rope had been taken up, and by now her face should have been turning a bright shade of red while her tongue began protruding from the corner of her mouth. Her  lips were still normal color and her eyes, though slightly glassy, were definitely not popping from their sockets by any means. It took some moments for him to finally conclude that the wire binding her ankles had begun cutting off the circulation to her feet and they were starting to swell, thus giving her a new platform of sorts upon which to stand.

       To make his operating platform even more stable, Dr.Chu placed a wooden block beneath her feet. Now he could initiate his plan to torture what was left of her deformed feet. She screamed and then shrieked as he drove metal shims under her toenails, starting wth the big toe and moving slowly towards the smallest digit. That part of the procedure took the better part of half an hour, all the time enjoying the eerie sounds that he brought from her mouth. He stepped back to view his work and couldn't help noticing that her feet had swollen further, now turning a dull purplish color. This spurred him on to move more quickly before something worse happened to his subject's feet that would preclude his current efforts.

       Popping her nail from her big toe proved to be a bit more difficut than he had anticipated. Frustrated, he used a scalpel to cut away some of the flesh holding the nail in place and then once more tried levering it from its moorings. Her scream told him that he had been successful, as he watched her bloody nail separate from the skin holding it fast. He experimented on her smallest nail, discovering that he could pry it loose in a matter of less than thirty seconds and it hurt like fury every step of the way, which is what he was hoping for. It was then that he smelled her sex as she began oozing this stinking mucous-like material from her cunt mouth.

       When he looked up, he caught a glimpse of his wife, still stark naked and using a camera to record his latest triumph over his most recent challenger. The sight of her shaven cunt and those big breasts that he had lovingly created back before this malady had struck him down, sent a pang of longing through him. Then he quickly returned to the present and this pudgy white woman who dared to present herself as a worthy opponent for this talents. There were still eight toes ready for torture, but now was not the time. He wanted to see her slowly strangling as she lost control of her bladder and bowels. With that in mind, he yanked the small wooden platform from beneath her swollen feet and stepped back to watch her hang, all the time realizing that this gorgeous creature that he use to bed every evening was still taping his latest triumph.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )