The summer sun was just starting to dip behind the mountains when a long shadow drifted across the squatting, fists fucking teen. With dry red eyes Wendy looked up to see the gray-haired woman standing before her. The gray-haired woman stood over the squatting teen with legs spread apart, fisted hands on her hips and the electrical wire hanging from her right hand.

�Well, well Twat I think you've played with yourself long enough. GET UP!�

After spending nearly eight hours squatting in the same position caused Wendy to yelped in agonizing pain as her cramped muscles howled in protest as she tried to stand. She only got a third of the way up before her cramping legs gave out. The teenager fell backwards and landed upon her back with a heavy thud onto the dirt road.

Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!

�AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!� Wendy howled as the electrical wire danced across her breasts. Having squatted out in the blistering sun all afternoon had broiled the 18-year-old's skin to a lobster red. This made the teenager nerve endings ultra sensitive. Thus making the blows from the electrical wire ten times more painful.

�What the fuck Twat?� Growled the gray-haired woman furiously as she raised the electrical wire high over her head. �I said to get up not lay down. You had all afternoon rest! SO GET THE FUCK UP!�

Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!

�AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!� Wendy screamed in sheer agony as she scrambled off her back. She writhed across the dirt road upon her stomach as the electrical wire blazed across her tenderized, sun burnt back and ass. She popped her slimy hands from her holes in a vain attempt to use them to shield herself from the onslaught of the electrical wire. As she twisted and turned the chain attached to her neck wrapped itself around her young lithe body.

For ten minutes the gray-haired woman whipped the squirming teen before she stopped. �Well, Twat are you going to get up or do you want some more of this?� Growled the gray-haired woman as she dragged the electrical wire across Wendy's ravaged back.

�P�pp�pppleesee�nooo�mmmore�ppplesee�� Wendy whimpered.

�Then get up Twat!�

Doggedly the battered 18-year-old first wiggled out of the chain that had wrapped around her battered body. Once free of the chain she struggled to her hands and knees then to a kneeling position and finally up onto her blistered feet. With the gray-haired woman circling her like a vulture the battered teenager wavered to and fro like a drunkard as she struggled to remain upright.

The gray-haired woman stopped in front of her prize and tapped the electrical wire across Wendy's red, puffy right nipple. �Personal dildos Twat! Personal dildos!�

The desponded teen stooped over, balled her hands then shoved them inside of her body and started pumping them up and down once again.

�Get your pail and follow me.�

Wendy bent over, grabbed the pail handle, straiten up then ambled after the gray-haired woman. The chain attached to the teen's neck trailed between her legs stirring up a contrail of dust. The weight of the chain caused the enfeebled teen to stumble several times. Wendy followed the gray-haired woman around the back of the diner to the old grease pit.

�Squat!�

Wendy's muscles protested as she squatted next to the grease pit.

�Twat, if you drop your slop pail I will have Gor punch out the rest of your teeth! Understand Twat!�

Wendy clenched her teeth tighter on the tin pail's looped handle as she nodded her head in an affirmative motion.

�You better Twat!� Snarled the gray-haired woman. �Now use your personal dildo that's up your shitter to fill your slop pail halfway up.�

Wendy popped her hand out of her ass and dipped it into the stinky, slimy sludge. Handful after handful after handful the battered teen scooped up the old grease that was speckled with food particles into the tin pail dangling from her mouth. As the pail slowly filled up it became heaver and heaver forcing her to clenched teeth tighter in order to keep the pail in place.

After filling the tin pail halfway up with age-old grease Wendy followed the gray-haired woman around the outside of the dinner adding the rest of the ingredients that made up her gourmet meal. A dozen handfulls of rotting compost, a couple of fresh rats from rattraps, that were chopped up were added to the pail. A dozen or so cockroaches, flies, maggots, slugs, worms and other assorted discussing and revolting things were added to the mix. The stench was awful. It started the poor teen's stomach to begin to rebel once again. Wendy knew that she would be eating the godoxious slop in the pail. What she didn't know was when. She prayed that her next feeding time would be a long, long way off.

�Twat, go put your yummy meal outside your comfy room.� The gray-haired woman giggled at the zebra stripe rich girl struggle up the back steps of the dinner. She was having almost as much fun tormenting and torturing the pampered rich kid as her son had fucking her. She was going to get a big kick out of the next little game. �Oh Twat come back here.�

Wendy stopped just before the back door. She turned around and trudged back to the gray-haired woman who was sitting atop an old top loaded coke machine. Sitting on the coke machine next to her was several spools of monofilament fishing line One was one-hundred feet long. The others were fifty feet long. Next to the fishing line spools was two coils of stretchy rubber tubing, the type that is used in making bungee cords they were three feet long. The gray-haired woman had bought these items when she was in town. The last items atop the coke machine were two cinder blocks that had been scavenge from a pile of discarded building supplies.

�Twat, I don't think that your chain is long enough to reach your room so I'm going to help you out, First I want you to turn your back towards me Twat�

Wendy turned around.

�That's it Twat.� The gray-haired woman was amused at the trembling rich kid before her. The once unblemished, perfectly tanned back presented to her was now a wild array of crisscrossing stripes. They range from the neckline to the bottom of the calves. The stripes ran the entire gambit. From light red lines that barely marred the skin to deep dark purple gashes that had blood still oozing from the deep cuts.

�Pretty Twat. Very pretty, I just love the way your back looks now.�

Wendy shuttered in pain as the gray-haired woman use a fingernail traced some of the worst welts on her back.

�Now place them personal dildos behind your back.�

The teen let out a deep sigh of relief as she popped her fists out of her gapping holes and drew her slimy fist behind her back.

�Palm to Palm Twat!�

The 18-year-old unclenched her fists and placed her open palms together.

�Twat, stay that way or I'll beat them nippers off!�

Wendy shuddered to the core she had no doubt that the gray-haired woman would whip her nipples until they were ripped from her breasts. She vowed to herself not to move an inch unless otherwise told to do so.

�Don't forget about Gor and your teeth.�

Wendy tightened her jaw muscles a little tighter.

Picking up the hundred foot spool of fishing line from the top of the coke cooler the gray-haired woman tightly bound the family's playmate wrists together. Then using the remaining of the fishing line on the spool she wound it up the teen's arms. Each loop was pulled so tightly that the line sank deeply into the flesh and caused the teenager to whimper in pain. As the super tight loops worked their way up Wendy's arms were drawn together until the suffering 18-year-old's elbows were touching each other. Now Wendy couldn't move her arms if she wanted to they were fused together as if they were one.

�Face me Twat!�

The dejected teen quickly turned around. Already her shoulders were beginning to protest from the unnatural position her tightly bound arms were forcing them into. The bound arms also made her 36C breasts to jut out like they never had before.

�My, my Twat what do we have here?� Giggled the gray-haired woman as she backed hand the jutting breasts before her with all of the strength she could muster. First the left breast was introduced to the gray-haired woman's right hand knuckles then the right breast got acquainted with the gray-haired woman left hand knuckles.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The teenager's large, firm breasts had always been sensitive. But now after the previous abuse that had been inflected upon them and the roasting they had suffered under the blazing afternoon sun the youthful orbs were now ultra sensitive. So each powerful smack of the knuckles across them was sheer agony. Wendy howled and staggered as her tormented breasts bounce back and forth as if they were a couple of beach balls.

Wendy desperately wanted to plead with the gray-haired woman to stop smacking her throbbing breasts back and forth. But she feared that if she relaxed her clinching jaw muscles the slightest bit she would loose the pail dangling from her mouth. Then the gray-haired woman would have her deformed son punch out her remaining teeth. So Wendy clenching her jaws as tight as she could while the gray-haired woman restlessly smacked her throbbing, tortured breasts about like a set of piñatas. Tears would have been streaming down her face if it were not for the fact that her tear ducts were bone dry. The tortured 18-year-old had shed every last drop of moisture from them during her captivity. Her eyes were puffy, bloodshot and glaze over. Every time she blinked the lids felt like sandpaper scraping over her eyeballs.

�Tisk, tisk Twat. Didn't that whoring, bitch of a brat oven ever tell you that big fat boobies should always belong in a boulder sling?� Snickered the gray-haired woman as she continued to whack the jutting breasts in front of her. �I do not want my darling son going out with a harlot that has boobies hanging around its scrawny knees.�

Wendy's loving mother did educate her about her developing young body. Both mother and daughter went through the pros and cons of brassieres. Starting at the age of thirteen when her breasts started to develop and up to the present day. When it became evident that Wendy was going to be a big-busted woman, Wendy's mother caution her daughter about the pitfalls of having large mammary glands. Wendy's mother showed her how to take care of them. Starting with her very first training bra mother and daughter went together to lingerie specialty shops to make sure that the brassiere fitted her breasts properly at every level of their development. The young teen was very proud of her 36C breasts that were still growing. And she took very good care of them. They sat high on her chest and had the firmness that that only came with youth. They were silky smooth and perfectly formed. They had dollar-sized aureoles that were capped with 1/4inch long eraser thick nipples. Wendy's breasts were flawless globes of womanhood. That was until she fell into the clutches of the insane gray-haired woman and her retarded, deformed son.

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