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A Visit from Daddy
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 9
March 20, 2006
Dearest Mommy
At long last the moratorium on conscious communication with the outside, or other world as Daddy defines it, has been lifted. I have spent the past few days going through the huge number of photographs and reports that have been sent by your keepers. In general I am quite disappointed over the choices you have made despite Daddy's best efforts to guide you onto the proper course for your salvation. More on that disappointing subject later, but for now there is much good news to share with you.
Alpha, Beta and Gamma, formerly known as Jennifer, Mistress Monica and slave Bonnie, are with child. Alpha should deliver in two more months, followed in monthly increments by Beta and Gamma. Of course Daddy is the father; now I shall soon have half sisters and brothers. Each is carrying twins, a boy and a girl. I have no understanding of how this statistical miracle could have occurred, but when Daddy is involved, anything seems to be possible.
Over time Daddy has chosen to impart facts concerning his powers to me, his only child to date. I am sure that what I tell you about his capabilities will both shock and amaze you. It seems that he has always had these latent gifts, but it required some number of years for his body to accept the symbiotic relationship that ensued and finally allow the transmission of what Daddy calls "the codes" to his brain. Once this was done, it became a simple matter for the fully mature Daddy to begin the physical transformation that occurred during his visit with us. Unfortunately one of our members was unable to refocus herself to accept and enjoy the relationship that the others now have with him. I will refrain from any more details on that tragic situation.
You will soon have the opportunity to be exposed to Daddy in all his glory, be assured of that. In the interim I must chastise you for the poor decisions you have made over the past year. You have suffered greatly because of your pride, and you face still greater challenges once you return and go through the purification process that all of us have experienced. I have no idea what your role in the new society will be be, that is to be determined by how you react to the challenges that Daddy presents to you. Be advised that they will make what you have endured to date seem as nothing.
Despite my best efforts to save you from yourself, you continued to flaunt your desires for mortification of the flesh, and I must admit that you did succeed in a manner in spite of the warnings you received. It was Daddy who finally intervened and allowed you to have full reign when it came to what your body and mind would experience in your quest for personal transformation. I must confess that I knew that he was giving precise instructions to whomever was your keeper as to what punishments and degradations would be part of your long ordeal. It is only now that I have the opportunity to observe in detail what you underwent in order to prepare you for what will be your fate once you are restored to your loving family, headed of course by Daddy. I cannot avoid observing that it has been exactly nine months since my last letter. I am sure that this has some significance, since everything down to when I can communicate with my dearest mommy is determined by Daddy.
We have much to exchange before you are once more a part of the family. Each day I am given more of a view of Daddy's plan for your future. Everything that has taken place over the last year or so has been as he willed it, and for reasons known only to him. Now he has chosen to reveal a portion of that secret to me, his only offspring to date. I will be in communication with you shortly as I review your voyage of self discovery that will culminate soon if I read the signs properly.
Dearest Mommy March 23, 2006
At first glance the photographs of you taken while you were still under the care of the Order of St Switchers are most disturbing. According to the report you were chained to the water wheel and your emaciated body was constricted further by means of thick rubber straps fastened round your now concave stomach and just below your shrunken breasts and tightened to the point that made drawing breath a rather laborious process. This was trivial in comparison to what lurked beneath the warm murky waters that your naked body traversed in a somewhat random fashion. I am certain that you were unaware of what swam in the tank through which you moved, quickly at times, but more often slowly, so slowly that you would begin to panic, giving up hope that you would be able to once more fill your lungs with the freezing air of the chamber.
The pictures of what happened to you over a period of a day are quite graphic, but they give only a hint of the terror you must have experienced when you realized that there were other creatures occupying the water as well. I wonder which intruded into your world first, the leeches or the electric eels captured in the Amazon and transported to this tank. The picture that shows your naked body partially covered with those worm-like creatures whose razor toothed mouths were busily draining your body of its anemic blood supply are terrifying to me. I actually had to turn my head away at first; that's how stunned it made me. It was horrible to see one of those creatures fastened to one of your eye sockets. At first I thought it was literally sucking your eye from its socket, but upon regaining my composure I understood that this could not be happening.
The picture of you obviously unconscious, that part of your papery white face not covered by leeches, and your sagging platter shaped breasts as well as that raw wound of a vulva festooned with these creatures of the darkness was difficult to take. You had just been jolted by one of the giant electric eels, more than 200 volts passed through your body. Fortunately someone was always monitoring you to prevent such an incident from resulting in significant brain damage or even death. I am told that during your stay on the wheel you were shocked senseless more than half a dozen times, most of the strikes requiring medical attention to restore your heart to its normal ryhthm.
It is a tribute to your bizarre need for pain and degradation that pulled you through this ordeal. You went from water heated to well over one hundred degrees F to the fifty degree F chamber room environment perhaps twenty times an hour, for more than twenty-four hours, an amazing display for one so undernourished that you looked like a survivor of a WW II concentration camp. At times you were submerged for nearly two minutes, enough time for you to ingest large amounts of brackish water that at times required that they pump out your stomach and administer CPR to bring you back for even more torment. All these procedures were accomplished without removing your body from the wheel, an indication of the skill possessed by your torturers.
The final photograph shows a priest, who I can only assume is your former father confessor, jamming what looks like a crucifix into your vagina. You are obviously unconscious and covered from head to toe with deep welts that might have been made by a cane or some such implement. According to the notes on the picture, the leeches were whipped from your body, a process that accomplished two objectives, the other being the Order's farewell to a sinner who left as unreconstructed as upon her arrival. I was distressed to observe that your face now bore deep cuts that might leave scar tissue once they healed; however this was of your own making for not making a serious attempt to reform your life.
Daddy requires my presence in a few minutes and so I will send this off and continue out little chat as soon as is feasible. Although Daddy has said nothing about when you will be arriving, I feel that it is on the horizon.
Dearest Mommy March 25, 2006
So the mystery of those large billings from our family law firm are revealed at last. I can only conclude that Daddy's fine hand was behind your lengthy stay in that private hospital. I must admit that they did a spectacular job in rebuilding your body, and at the same time bringing your weight back to something resembling normal. The itemized list of procedures with the cost of each now included indicates they kept you quite busy as you rested and recuperated from that stay with the good people of St. Switchers. Your new breast implants look most realistic; I would take them for the genuine article had I not known better. I am eager to discuss the vaginal rejuvenation procedure that you underwent. Presently I am satisfied with my natural state, but who knows what the future might bring? I am totally amazed that despite your medical procedures and very poor health from your past excesses, it was possible for them to add something close to twenty kilos to your weight. It is astonishing that you managed to survive previously, considering that your weight upon admission was thirty-three kilos. It's strange to see you in such good health. It is almost unnatural not to see depictions of you thin as a rail, eyes staring vacantly, your naked body tightly bound into some fiendish position as your torturers beat, burn, puncture or flay what little flesh remains on your gaunt frame.
I should have known better! This is the mother that has caused me so much anguish over the past seventeen months despite my efforts to make her see the wisdom of freeing herself from those dark urges that seem to rule her life these days. If anything, you are going further and further away from me. Now it's Mexico, mostly an uncivilized land without the security associated with laws and those dedicated to upholding them. This is a place filled with savage inhabitants struggling to stay alive under any circumstances. I am utterly devastated to learn that you are working as a prostitute, servicing the workers found on the large ranches and farms that dot the countryside. I am appalled!
So there you are, stark naked and in bondage as usual. The only difference in your current situation is that you aren't being beaten, tortured or raped. Come to think of it, I'm not sure that you can be raped based on your previous behavior. You always seem to be enjoying yourself, no matter the size, bigger seems better to you, or how many sex organs are penetrating your various orifices. It appears that you are in some kind of small van, your legs spread to their limit, ankles chained to the rings installed in the vehicle's sides. Your wrists are also manacled and pulled over your head and anchored to a ring in the van's floor. It's depressingly obvious that in this position both of your lower entrances are made available for your customers to choose. I wonder just how hot it gets in that van after it has been traversing the harsh near desert terrain, moving from one location to the next.
It is even worse than at first glance! Now the report I have just finished indicates that when you are not servicing the field and ranch hands, during the evening hours you are returned to this little town of roughly three hundred people where the cantina and its lone prostitute, yourself, provide the only source of recreation for these unfortunate souls. On many days the only time you have to sleep is when you are being transported to and from the location where the dozens of men eager to use your gringa body wait patiently for your arrival. Often the temperature in your traveling brothel exceeds one hundred and thirty degrees, wringing the moisture from your body even before your customers begin the almost nonstop battering of your mouth, vagina and anus. Often you are choked and slapped viciously for some imagined slight or seeming lack of respect for one of those venting their lust and frustration within you.
There are times when you faint from the lack of water, your naked body totally dehydrated to the point that they must delay further abuse until your pimp jams a hose into your mouth and floods you with brackish water. Now with your belly bulging as if you are with child, the assault on you continues to the last man has made his final contribution to your sodden hole. Then it's time for a fiery douche guaranteed to remove any danger of becoming pregnant. It feels as if the lining of your holes has been set afire, but it does the job for which it is intended. Many claim that this magic potion, its recipe passed from generation to generation, also prevents most venereal diseases, a claim I sincerely wish to be true.
I am much too upset to continue this missive, and so I shall break off contact until such time as my normal humor has been restored. Be advised that I will be seeking Daddy's guidance in the matter of your willful disregard for your well being.
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