Mom's Mistake

                                                    Mom's Mistake - Chapter 34

       I was prepared for the worst, mom looking like a reject from the local slaughterhouse.  She certainly looked pretty wasted, but she was conscious and most of her wounds had stopped bleeding. Her face was horribly contorted. I had to look away after a quick glance. One eye was swollen closed and the other just a slit. She was trying to talk, but what came out was incomprehensible. Mom had been wearing the same barbed wire as she had when she left, but it had been freshly tied based on the slightly different pattern of deep cuts between the two. According to Dr. Chu she had no broken bones of consequence, a few fingers and a couple of toes had been smashed or fractured, but nothing that wouldn't heal over time. He was much more concerned over the many puncture wounds that might fester and turn into something quite serious, even fatal. His initial prognosis that she was on her last legs was perhaps a bit extreme, but not by much. That gave me a lift of sorts. He was about to give her a shot of happy juice and afterward an IV so she could begin to replace the fluids she had lost while they were doing various terrible things to her ancient body.

       After putting mom to bed to sleep it off, the Chu's invited me to see the tape that had come with her. We settled down in their exotically furnished den and put on the tape. The first surprise was that mom was not the star attraction; she had plenty of competition. Perhaps that was why she was still breathing and might even recover sufficiently to continue to be Dr. Chu's test subject and all round "Chu" toy. I couldn't resist this play on words, especially since it appeared that mom had a fighting chance to recuperate and continue being a pain slut. The tape showed three packing crates being brought into a huge hall where almost a hundred women ranging in age from teens to seniors, had congregated.

       The first crate was opened and out came a pair of naked, emaciated teenagers who definitely looked Asian. The camera zoomed in and gave us a close-up view of their bare bodies. Almost against my will I began to develop wood. These two were my kind of teens whether consciously I liked it or not. Like mom, they were restrained by barbed wire that cut into their cunts and the clefts between their shrunken ass cheeks. They were silenced with ball gags that made their cheeks puff out like squirrels with a mouthful of acorns. The second crate revealed a pretty, blonde woman maybe ten years younger than mom, but really built. A camera close-up showed she had been through the mill plenty of times in her life. Her bare body was a patchwork of scar tissue from the usual, whips, hot things like lit cigarettes, soldering irons and the like, items for cutting into flesh, bite marks from animals, people and insects, puncture wounds made by everything from ice picks to needles, plus evidence of broken bones ranging from her limbs and digits to her ribcage and spine. Unlike mom and the teens she was merely cuffed hand and foot, but from the looks of her rounded belly, she had been forced to take an enema prior to being packed for this trip. I wondered aloud how long she had held it. Dr. Chu made a guess of six hours maximum, but more likely half that.

       Naturally the Chus were interested primarily in what happened to mom, and so was yours truly. It didn't take long at fast forward to find her. She was lying on a low bench that had two high posts attached to its base. Mom was securely strapped down with her arms stretched over her head and legs elevated and attached to the posts to keep them spread wide so both her cunt and asshole were available for whatever the attendees wished to do to her. The camera panned back to show three more similar benches, all occupied by the other pain sluts. All four benches had lines of ladies waiting for their turn to tease, torment and torture them. The camera kept moving from one bench to the other, trying to capture all the activity that was happening.

       The women used dildos, fists and gloves to work on the victims' lower holes. The dildos ranged from rubber to plastic and were uniformly huge. It soon turned into a contest to see who could force the biggest dildo into mom's cunt and asshole. The more experienced sadists waited until the relatively smaller toys loosened her sphincter to the point that the bigger tools could make an impression. From the look on mom's face she was in seventh heaven as her asshole was split wide until it looked as if just another fraction of an inch in girth could blow out her shitter. Try as they did, none of the ladies were successful, but many came very close. The camera did capture the asshole of one of the teens being blown out as she screamed to high heaven and the group surrounding her cheered and gave high-fives to each other.

       Those who preferred to fist mom fell into two categories, bare knuckles and coaters. The bareback types eschewed lubricants, making poor mom generate her own or suffer the consequences. In her case producing pussy cream was a simple process and in most cases defeated the bare-knuckle types except for the few that had extremely large hands. The coaters were the nastier of the two types. Many applied gels and creams that were designed for muscle aches, not the interior of a sensitive pussy. What made it far worse was the tactic of double fisting the victim. It took lots of time, but the screams and begging from the poor unfortunate made all the work worth it. A couple even managed to double fist mom's breached asshole after some of the monster dildos had left it gaping.

       Those who used gloves to torture their victims waited until everyone else had taken their turns. By then the assholes were gaping and half were bleeding as well. The four pussies were raw, swollen and bleeding from the battering they had received from the other two groups. Now everybody stood back and let the small group of glove people take center stage. Each wore a leather glove on one hand only. Some were smooth almost seamless, other were deliberately designed with raised ridges to add to the pain as they plowed forward into the weakened tunnels of their victims. To make matters worse all the gloves were coated with substances designed to make the tender insides of their prey feel as if they had caught fire. Mom was the only holdout when it came to screaming and begging for mercy. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her lips trembled, but she held fast. This resolve infuriated the group and now she was simultaneously being fisted in the ass as well as the cunt, which was even too much for a pain slut like my mom to endure. Her screams joined the others and more high fives now celebrated total victory. As it turned out, mom got the attention of the dedicated pain-giving specialists, which was good and bad for her well-being.

       The four meat puppets were kept busy eating pussy and sucking assholes during the entire time they were being ruined by the swarm of lesbians. A couple of heavyweights forced mom to give them full body tongue baths. While she licked one, the other fisted her cunt and asshole to make sure that her prey knew she was in the vicinity and ready for her session once her friend finished making sure that mom didn't miss any spots. This was the last time mom had it easy. For the rest of her time at the session she set the pace for the tortures that were used on the quartet of helpless victims. Two ladies settled down on opposite sides of her bench and opened the thin leather covered cases they brought with them. There were gasps and sighs from the audience they immediately drew.

       The Chus spoke to each other in rapid Chinese, their faces showing great excitement. Now the doctor was sporting a very impressive hard on that wasn't lost on his wife. Mrs. Chu kept licking her lips and rubbing her hands together, every time she glanced over in his direction. I got the feeling that she was getting very horny and her husband just might be the target for tonight.

       Both parties invited help from the group that surrounded the bench where mom waited for the fun to begin. I relaxed a bit since mom had been skewered big time in the past and loved it. These two turned out to be a lot more sophisticated than anyone previously. The one on the right had her new helper pick up mom's tit by the nipple and raise it as far as she could, giving access to the bones that lay just beneath the skin. The other woman followed the first one's lead and waited to see what would happen next. The lead torturer selected a needle that must have been two to three inches long. What made it unique and an instrument of terror was that both ends were ground to a point. The center portion had a thin stripe of sticky material that allowed it to be firmly grasped. That accomplished, she leaned forward and carefully touched the tip against mom's skin.

       She smiled broadly and thrust it straight down into the bone that lay beneath. Mom gasped and looked away, but made no effort to escape. Not disturbed that her subject had shown no fear or reacted only slightly to the needle puncturing her skin, the lead woman said something to the helper before pressing the needle into the bone at an angle so it scraped away some of the top layer of cartilage. Mom screamed from the overwhelming and totally unexpected level of pain. This was followed by her fat tit being dropped onto the other end of the needle, driving the needle a goodly distance into the flesh. That didn't cause mom any problem, but when her tit was smashed flat by the woman's fist, she reacted almost as much as a normal person might. Now the needle was buried as deep as it could go into her tit. This was the first of dozens that soon followed.

       I was exhausted after watching my mother absorb enough metal in her big tits to keep her from ever successfully going through a metal detector again. This was just the beginning. A second set of needles, these even longer, were produced and used on mom's inner thighs. They were driven so deep into the flesh that they disappeared from sight. However afterward the pair of torturers donned leather gloves for protection and began pounding the area filled with needles to force them even deeper. Mom began to lose her cool at this stage, realizing that the two lesbians might be quite capable of turning her into a human porcupine. It didn't come to that, but it was close.

       The next set of needles was more like hatpins, some as long as four and five inches. These were used on their victim's neck and face. The first set made poor mom mute. She looked like a fish gasping for air as other hatpins were driven into her voice box and did permanent damage to her ability to speak above a whisper for more than a few brief moments, which would be fine for many perverts who were merely interested in dealing out tremendous pain without drawing attention. The ones that did the most damage involved the nerves that controlled her facial muscles. By the time they finished, her face was contorted with one eye shut while it's mate remained permanently open. The lower portion of her face was frozen into an idiot's smile and half of her upper face looked as if it were melting.

       The fourth set was by far the worst. These monsters were designed for bone, not just any place on any bone, but in precise locations that would maximize the pain. It was the opposite of acupuncture. Now it was just the lead sadist, the one with that particular expertise. She began at mom's feet, between the toes to get at the special spots she knew lurked there. Mom's hoarse screaming was music to her ears, even if it faltered in seconds due to the damage of her vocal cords and voice box done previously. Mom vomited from the agony created by a monster needle being driven into the side of her ankle. The spectators scattered like leaves in a windstorm, but came back once the mess had been cleaned up by one of the servants that circulated through the huge room attending to the needs of the guests. To prevent further distractions from the subject, she was silenced with a ball gag that was so large it almost unhinged her jaw.

       It turned into an eerie event as one giant needle after another found all her pain spots from her feet to her fingertips and every area between them. It was almost impossible in many situations to see any reaction to what they were doing. Mom could not scream and her frozen face looked like a harlequin's mask. Her restrained body was unable to truly reflect the agony she was experiencing. Her audience drifted away to other things such as watching the emaciated twins having their genitals mutilated with razor blades and a vibrating tool used normally for marking metal. Their screams were ear-splitting and on more than one occasion reacting physically to the awesome pain resulted in dislocating one of their limbs.

       The next time mom came into view they were wheeling a stand towards her location from which hung two bulging enema bags. There was nothing she could do to stop what they had planned. The team leader described the contents as liquid fire and promised that the subject would be begging for death no later than five minutes after the enemas were completed. Mrs. Chu smiled and nodded her head. Evidently she was familiar with this concoction. I couldn't resist thinking that this would make a nice addition to the arsenal of treatments that were available for NLA initiations. To make the process even more painful, if such a thing were possible, two ladies took turns fisting mom's tired twat as the contents of the two bags moved slowly into her lower intestine and began to undergo a chemical change as a result of the higher temperature in the subject's body. Mom began to pound her head against the table upon which she was bound. There were smiles and clapping from the audience that had been attracted to her ordeal. Her belly began to grow until she looked as if she had swallowed a small watermelon. When the enemas were finished, the nozzle was replaced with a butt plug and the wait began. To my astonishment, mom passed out quickly, a strong sign that she was almost at her limit.

       Convinced that the subject, also known as my mom, was at her limit and needed to rest so she could take more pain and punishment, they placed mom on another table and wheeled her bloated body out of the hall to an area where she could void the enema and rest for a few minutes before facing another round of terrible torture. In her absence the twins and the other babe took care of the needs of the audience, who had more than pain and suffering on their minds. More fast forwarding soon showed a slightly refreshed subject, my mom, being wheeled out for another session of brutal torture. I was getting bummed out; this was not my idea of a good way to spend some quality time with the Chu family.

       It's difficult to remember everything I saw. There just was too much and most of it a downer in my opinion. The same could not be said for the Chus. They would often chatter to each other over something that turned my stomach. Three sections stuck in my mind for various reasons. Naturally I'm not going to let anyone know why. You are all welcome to try to figure out why these three, and I wish you good luck.

       In the first of the three, mom was stretched out on her bench once more. The camera panned to show that all four of the benches were once more in use and had long lines waiting to torment the quartet of unfortunates. It took witnessing a few of the face sitters before I understood they were using mom for a toilet. The camera zoomed in to confirm what I knew. Each lady was carefully attaching her pussy to mom's mouth and then emptying her full bladder. Failure to down every drop without any serious spilling got the toilet a number of lashes, either with a riding crop or what looked like a modified flail that did some serious damage to the skin and the flesh beneath. I was amazed to see that the two Asian concentration camp cuties were holding their own when compared to mom. Even the blonde babe's belly was bulging as much as the others. I wondered what happened to the first one to puke her guts out. I got a little taste when one of the twins let go after taking on nine full bladders without any rest between them. Almost instantly two lesbians began whipping her pussy with those modified flails and once it was turned to hamburger, they moved up to her belly and finally what passed for her tits. The Chu family was absolutely riveted to the screen as the poor wretch was nearly flogged to death by her angry assailants. I never did discover if mom upchucked, since the camera was off on another subject that I can't even remember by now.

       The next scene I remembered was flat ugly. They rubbed mom's fat clit, cunt lips, and armpits with a black powder. First they lit off the stuff covering her clit and she nearly ruptured herself trying to get rid of the awful pain coming from her frying sex button. It took most of a minute for the stuff to finally burn itself out leaving behind a bubbling mess of melting flesh. Mom had departed the real world in order to escape a level of pain she had obviously never experienced. It broke her as a pain slut. They quickly revived their victim, no longer the star attraction, made sure she was alert and then lit off the powder coating her cunt lips. The stench of her burning pussy bumpers was so strong that the group surrounding her had to move back at least ten feet. To their disappointment she once more passed out, demonstrating for all concerned that her days as a major pain slut had ended for all extents and purposes as they sometimes say.

       I looked away to regain my cool and saw that Mrs. Chu was caught up in what she was seeing. Her big, fake tits were heaving like ships in an ocean storm, and her hand was rubbing her crotch. I looked over to where her husband was seated and he had his dick out and was whacking off like a teenager. It was then the realization that the Chus knew my mom was going to survive sank into my brain. Her life would go on after a fashion, if you think that being a major source of entertainment for a pair of sadists can be described as living. Who knows, perhaps they might rebuild her into a bigger and better pain slut? That would be a trip!

       Her armpits were ground zero for the final bonfire. There was a lot more territory to burn and it took quite a bit of time. Mom kept passing out and being revived. Each time the fire was smothered in a very sick way. The pretty, blonde babe was brought over and her face used to extinguish the molten mass of flesh that was sizzling like a side of beef on a grill. I lost count of the number of times this was done. First one armpit, and then the other was set aflame and extinguished by the woman's face, so that mom could be revived to be tortured anew. The new mom, weak-willed and almost timid, was not the source of entertainment they thought she might be after such a brutal series of tortures. It was amazing to see the condition of the blonde woman's face. She had lost her eyebrows and many spots on her face showed burns, but not the kind that ruined one's skin forever. More time elapsed as the camera showed the terrible things that were taking place in this huge house of horrors. Then came the grand finale as far as yours truly was concerned.

       The quartet of cold meat was suspended from hooks located in the corners of the huge room. The blonde babe was hanging from her tits that were criss crossed with fresh whip marks. Her bare body was slowly rotating as the ropes around her blue-black, swollen tits wound and untwined. I don't remember seeing that occurrence, or any of the previous whippings that the others took. To add to her pain and suffering weights dangled from her ankles. A short metal bar was clamped at the ends to the insides of her thighs, forcing the blonde to spread them and give those whipping her pussy a better target. Currently there were two women in their late thirties-early forties doing the honors. They were using bullwhips with small weights attached to the tips. One was left handed, her companion opposite; guaranteeing no interference with each other as they whipped her cunt into a frothing sea of red, on occasion even ripping a piece of flesh from the region that was fought for by the group of lesbians watching these two sadists work.

       By far the biggest crowd watched with glittering eyes and hands buried in their twats as the two Asian teenagers were beaten to within an inch of their miserable lives. Unlike the blonde babe, these two hung by their ankles, spread apart until their tendons vibrated from the strain. Their hands were tied tightly behind their back and fixed to their bodies in a way that completely exposed the areas that they had identified for the whipping. Four lesbians, the winners of the twins' drawing, were tearing their cunts and flat asses to shreds, using a flail and cat-o'-nine-tails. They weren't wasting any energy whipping those hollow chests and flat bellies. They were standing front and back; trading places every ten or fifteen lashes to give them the same opportunities to tear up their prey. It appeared that the flails were going more damage since they could be used slightly more frequently than the other type of whip. It was amazing just how much blood the twins shed; it splattered the crowd out to fifteen feet. That was exceeded by the chunks of bloody flesh that were propelled so far that some struck the walls of the area. It was getting hard to believe that the two of them were human; to most people they were more likely two lumps of meat just carved from some animal and ready for the spit so they could be cooked properly.

       I tried my best to avoid looking at what came next, but I failed miserably. Mom was on her tiptoes, forced into this position by the chain overhead that was linked to the clamp holding her tongue out to its limit. Her head was tipped back so she was staring at the ceiling, just as well considering what was happening to her bleeding, wasted body. There was a metal collar around her neck that must have had some kind of small spikes embedded on its inside, since there was blood seeping from it. Mom had three sadists working on her bare body. Two were whipping the skin off her tits, pussy mouth and thighs using bullwhips with metal tips to really rip into her flesh. That would have been bad enough, but there was a third winner of the drawing for mom.

       Dr. and Mrs. Chu started chattering and smiling at what took place. The third member, a skinny Goth styled lesbian, was using mom's ass cheeks for target practice. She was hurling weighted darts from about fifteen feet and the damage from each was terrifying. Five darts were so far embedded deep in mom's ass cheeks. Then she buried a sixth dart to make the number in each cheek the same. I screamed for fear that mom would lose her balance from the hit and tear off her tongue. I closed my eyes at that point and kept them that way until the chattering and hissing from the Chus stopped. I opened them to discover mom had disappeared from the screen. That was the last time I ever saw her. I do know that somehow she survived, but in what kind of condition remained a deep, dark mystery.

       They say that time heals all wounds, and perhaps they are right. It has been almost six months since that terrible night at the Chus. I've never visited them since they never invited me. Honey has dried up as a source of information, which is just as well. The nerds have been fruitful and multiplied thanks to the attraction of the Nerd Ladies Auxiliary. The NLA has grown by leaps and bounds, currently standing at twenty members in good standing. To date there have been ten initiations, so the method for choosing potential candidates hasn't been too shabby. I remain the special advisor to Elf, the titular nerd leader, if such a position makes sense when it comes to the nerd nation.

       Miko and I split right after we returned from the second NLA initiation. A couple of months later she was arrested and deported for violating the regulations associated with foreign exchange students. Her foster parents and half the male population of Arnold Palmer high school were in mourning for weeks after her abrupt departure. That stopped when it became evident that she had spread some kind of Japanese STD to many of her regular customers, not to mention Mr. and Mrs. Ledbetter. I was one of the lucky ones who avoided this embarrassing situation; my examination yielded no evidence of the mystery disease.

       To my amazement Zeng was released from the Chu residence and settled down with one of the nerds who was into fantasy games and the like. They make a nice couple especially since Zeng has gained twenty-five pounds in the right places including a set of tits that are awesome for her new body type. I cannot imagine Zeng staying with the nerd for much longer. She's attending high school and has become rather popular with both sexes if you get my drift. The small group of brothers has voted her an honorary "ho", which is the highest compliment they can muster under the circumstances.

       As for myself, things are definitely improving. I spend a lot of my time over at the Connovers. The three female members had to pay a steep price for the sins of the family nerd. It was then that I discovered that this trio had the potential to become members of the NLA. I was most taken with young Heather, the thirteen year-old who had a talent for things sexual and hadn't been doing anything to expand it. These days Heather spends lot of time with me learning all sorts of interesting ways to relieve men of their sexual hang-ups. That is not to say that when I visit the other female Connovers I ignore them. To the contrary, we have a most enjoyable time. Helen Connover at forty is a handful and it's all good. You hint at it and she will try it. If she likes it, you will get it in the wink of an eye. It's such a shame that this sex monster didn't bloom normally, but at least she's blooming now and very pleased with what she has. Gale Connover has gone from a nineteen year-old, overweight wallflower to a party girl who wants to do it all, even if she never tried it previously. When the three of them gang up on me it's a massacre, but we're just playing cowboys and indians and who counts? All things considered, life these days is fine and hopefully, it will remain that way.

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