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A Visit from Daddy
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 10
July 18, 2006
Gentlemen:
It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you of the death of my dear mother, although I have no proof in a legal sense to support my view that she has passed away to a better life. As you well know, in the last few months mother had suffered a severe relapse in her therapy. She left the country and was working, if that is the proper word, as a prostitute in the Mexican state of Durango. As you know, we had made numerous attempts to repatriate mother from this terrible situation. She managed to frustrate each of them despite the efforts of the family.
The last foray was almost successful, but the recovery team missed by less than an hour in rendezvousing with the van that transported her from one ranch to another as she plied her trade. Realizing that sooner or later she would be captured and spirited back to a sanitarium or worse, mother made arrangements to be flown to Thailand. There she would own and operate one of the many tourist bars that featured every imaginable sexual service that any visitor could envision.
To avoid calling attention to her whereabouts, which would likely lead to more attempts to bring her back home, mother arranged to have herself shipped as cargo. It is no secret that mother suffered severe bouts of nymphomania and was subject to fits of self destructive behavior. Evidently from what our investigators were able to piece together, mother made the error of informing her partner, the man acting as her pimp, that she was leaving his employ and resettling in a foreign country well away from the reach of the lawyers and their minions. Although she had hired him originally to make her activities appear normal, as time passed he began to think of himself not as her employee, but truly her master. This evidently came as a distinct shock to mother who was a bit naive when it came to business matters such as these. An argument ensued and resulted in the pimp taking her captive. Mother had no one to fall back upon as protection, putting her in a precarious position that allowed the pimp to gain the upper hand and use it to his advantage.
Although mother resisted strenuously, he continued to make her ply her trade, but the results were not the same. She became distinctly uncooperative and insulting to the workers who used her emaciated body. In turn her pimp started using much harsher means to encourage her to conduct business in a proper manner. He beat her viciously, but this had no effect on her stubborn behavior. Knowing mother, the masochistic side of her personality was probably delighted to experience the whippings that soon esculated to even more brutal beatings. Upon returning from their rounds, the pimp would now tie mother to a chair and use his gloved fists to beat her senseless. This did not work either, and it only made her even more unattractive to the customers who were put off by her swollen face and ears, the black eyes, split lips, broken nose and missing teeth that were the result of these nightly beatings.
He became quite angry over the situation and decided to let the married women of this tiny town determine her ultimate fate, by either taming or killing her. So it was that he turned mother over to the not so tender mercies of these creatures. Although unschooled, he was correct in his assumption that many of the married women in the town were quite jealous or irritated by the attraction she held for their husbands who used her frequently because the price for her services was quite low.
By now the local men gave mother a wide berth for the same reasons as the ranch workers. Thus they had little interest in what their wives did to the town prostitute. When it came to cruelty, these weathered, old before their time, women could hold their own with most professional torturers. Even though they had little in the way of modern instruments of torture, these females were capable of utilizing their surroundings to deliver all the pain that a masochist like mother could ever hope to experience. A simple thing such as staking out their naked victim in the blazing sun for an entire day left mother burned nearly black and half crazed from thirst.
Afterward presenting her with as much urine as she could swallow did two things; it made her thirst more intense at the same time that it did somewhat rehydrate her. Thus she displayed enough strength that they could staked her out the next day on her belly so all of her bare body was now burned to a crisp. Naturally in her state of near madness mother overdid her consumption of urine the previous evening and suffered the agony of terrible cramps brought on by the imbalance all this ingestion of salt produced in her body's chemistry. Did her torturers understand what was actually occurring within her body; definitely not, but did it matter?
At the end of the second day mother was at death's door according to those who claim to have known about this ordeal. She was suffering from second degree burns over most of her body and dehydration. She oscillated between insane rambling speech that the women were unable to understand, and a nearly comatose state which made them think at times that she had passed away. They town women had to force feed her the urine they collected for her to drink. When her stomach would no longer accept the salty yellow fluid, nettles were stuffed into her mouth and then a rag was pulled tight between her swollen lips and tied into place.
She was bound tightly hand and foot and her naked, sunburned body left in the desert just outside of the town in hopes that wild animals might find and devour her body sufficiently to exonerate them from having anything to do with her death. They discovered that she had survived the night, but by morning her tongue had swollen to the point that it was impeding her ability to swallow or breathe. Mother was probably totally unaware of her surroundings by then. The pimp was horrified by her condition, and feared that she would not survive another day.
Once he left, it is claimed the women finished her off. Rumor has it that her labia and clitoris were cut away using a dull knife. The poor thing still refused to give up the spirit despite the agonizing pain that she was enduring. The women then took turns using the knife to mutilate mother's vagina by scraping the mucous membrane from its walls. The same knife was used to cut off her nipples and a firebrand was employed to cauterize the wounds. Mother clung stubbornly to life, perhaps aided by her love for pain. Then the coupe de grace was administered as a number of large scorpions were very carefully placed on her shivering body and incited to sting mother until she died, probably from suffocation as the poison made her chest muscles fail, preventing her from drawing breath. All in all a terrible way to die, struggling for air.
Unfortunately we have not been able to recover mother's remains. The townspeople have proven to be a closed-mouth group despite threats and offers of a reward for information leading to the location of her body. We surmise that the corpse was buried out in the desert, but have no proof. At this time it does not seem to be worth further effort on our part to continue the search. We have submitted our findings to the local law enforcement people, but are not optimistic that they will do any better than we have at locating mother's remains. Until such time as her remains are found and identified, it is not possible to provide any evidence that would hold up in a court of law to show that mother is dead. I fully understand this and accept your advice on the matter. This letter is my formal method of acknowledging your legal opinion.
Based on the present situation, I do wish to be formally identified as the controller of the family trust funds, consistent with the rules and regulations that have been established by the firm of Graves, Mordant, Merciless and Diapsid. Based on the significant number of new family members being sired by mother's mate and my natural father, Daddy, there will be some need in the very near future to begin drawing down a portion of these funds. I look forward to a continuing professional and amicable relationship with the members of the firm responsible for handling my trust funds.
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