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A Visit from Daddy - Chapter 11
February 13, 2009
Gentlemen:
It has been some time since I have needed your efforts. Much has happened here, but that is not the reason for this missive. Once again my dear mother has surfaced, this time in darkest Africa. There seems to have been more than just a business relationship between my mother and her pimp. It was he who arranged the cover-up that allowed her to escape to another continent leaving behind a false impression that she had died in the desert and her bones were never found. Nothing could be further from the truth. A thrill seeker, who had been passing through the little village that was home to my dear mother while in Mexico, was hired by the pimp to act as her surrogate in a sense.
The entire torture story was a ruse developed by mother and her pimp. It included some of the ladies of the village, who for a rather tidy sum eagerly participated in the "torture" and faked death of the thrill seeker. The deathbed confession of one of the participants described her part in the ruse, and told where the bones of still another individual, an addict who died of an overdose, had been left as evidence that mother had indeed died here. Naturally when apprised of the situation, I had DNA testing performed. The results indicated these bones did not belong to my dear mother. I was elated but frustrated as well. Where was mother and would it be possible to pick up her trail?
Over a period of three months a number of private detectives were hired to find mother, but all failed. Then Daddy intervened and directed our efforts to the Dark Continent, specifically the nation of Gabon. This land produced oil, uranium and gold to name a few of its refined products that were sought by most of the major world powers such as China, Japan, the UK and US. Despite the high percentage of Catholics, there were a number of discretely located brothels in the capital city of Libreville. No one could understand how Daddy knew that mother had spent over a year working in the most exclusive house, one that offered whatever the clients sought, provided they had the wherewithal.
The man we sent was handpicked by Daddy and proved to be an excellent choice. He had connections in the city that allowed him to penetrate the brothel where mother was employed. In the little over a year that she spent as their star attraction, she developed a following for her special talents that only the wealthiest clients were able to meet. Our man managed to interview three of her clients who would not reveal their names, but approved what was sent to me. The documentation remains in the hands of Daddy, but he has graciously allowed a brief summary to be attached to this letter. As you can plainly see, mother was up to her old tricks and had added a few new ones since her days in Mexico.
Mother is a creature of change, whether it is her environment, beliefs, appearance or sexual persuasion. This invariably leads to her Holy Grail, pain in all its manifestations and a new level of humiliation or degradation. This explains her constant movement from place to place, her encounters with clerics and sadists, sometimes all in one, the lovers and the users. All devoted in one-way or another in the grand plan for mother's life. One might think that Gabon was a step down from Mexico, but as it turned out there was a level of society here still coupled to French culture. Most of her clients were in that category, with just a few for spicing things up on occasion when mother suffered the pangs of ennui.
In my haste to tell all I fear I've gotten ahead of myself. Prior to moving to Gabon, mother and her former pimp Rudolpho, now her lover and master, settled for a time in Suriname a small country located in South America. It was there in a nation known for drug trafficking that mother went through her latest metamorphosis. Her male companion had connections in this country and knew of a gifted plastic surgeon that was hiding in this little nation to avoid being extradited for murdering his lover, a rich, older woman. It was while she waited for the surgery that things between them deteriorated.
Mother, being mother, was originally excited by her pimp's attitude towards her. He was perfect, a brute who would not brook any of mother's little conceits and opinions of his prowess both as her pimp and lover. Naturally mother was doing this to unearth the side of him that so enticed her in the first place. She loved his attention as he beat her senseless with brutal thoroughness every time she got out of line. She made it a habit to insult her customers in hopes that this would get back to her pimp, and often it did. That led to many wonderful beatings that sexually excited mother and cemented their rather sick relationship.
However Rudolpho was rather one-dimensional when it came to delivering more subtle or sophisticated pain and suffering for my mother to enjoy. Unfortunately the surgeon demanded that mother's face and body heal from the wonderfully terrible beatings that Rudolpho delivered almost every evening before he enjoyed mother's body sexually. The poor man was akin to Samson losing his hair, and mother soon found him wanting in almost every aspect of their relationship. As always mother had a cache of funds put away for a rainy day and this is what allowed her to get rid of Rudolpho and provide the fee that the doctor demanded.
As is usually the case mother seduced the surgeon before the first cut of his scalpel. She hadn't lived the life of a prostitute and sex slave all these years for nothing. She discovered to her delight that the doctor had another side to him, one not often shown to the outside world. He was a full-blown sadist and the woman he supposedly murdered was his lover as well as a masochist. They made the ideal couple, but unfortunately at her advanced age she was not able to survive the delightful things he did to her body.
Over their time together he sculpted her breasts numerous times, making them go from 32B to 45DD. She loved the pain associated with each procedure, since he used minimal amounts of anesthetic for each operation. Afterward their lovemaking intensified. He modified the liposuction process to allow much larger areas of her plump body to be relieved of fat deposits. The pain was almost as bad as her previous operations. This done he injected her with massive doses of various chemical compounds that made her body seem to belong to someone at least thirty years younger. He tightened her vagina so it felt as if he was having sex with a teenager. Finally he redid her face to complete his creation.
Everything was fine for a few months afterward, and then he decided to make more dramatic changes. He outlined a plan that would result in his lover appearing to be a teenager. She heartily approved. For reasons he never shared with the poor woman he decided to make her a tall, skinny child. She barely survived the twin radical mastectomies, but the pain during the procedures and the sex afterwards just spurred them both to more excessive treatments. In the interest of authenticity she underwent a full hysterectomy, nothing remained that indicated she was once a mature female capable of giving birth.
He used a combination of surgery and liposuction to eliminate any evidence of her external sex organs. At her request she was given no anesthetic when he removed her inner labia and clitoris with a few passes of his scalpel and then cauterized the bleeding patches of flesh that once housed them with his electric needle. During this procedure she had her last orgasms, fitting considering they were the seat of her sexual enjoyment. She survived, but had lost all interest in sex. It was then he made his fatal mistake. He should have known better, but he attempted to increase her pain in hopes it would compensate for her loss of sexual pleasure. Her heart could not handle the terrible pain he caused her and she died within a few days. Realizing what he had done would ruin his life forever, he chose to flee the country and find sanctuary in another nation that did not have any extradition arrangement with the US. Suriname was merely the first step that ultimately led to Algeria.
Alas this letter must be truncated for the moment due to Daddy's need for me. Expect another missive shortly, but at present my responsibility is to Daddy and no other.
February 17, 2009
Gentlemen:
Forgive the break in what may prove to be an amazing tale. Mother placed her mind and body into the hands of a surgeon recommended by her former pimp and lover, a great leap of faith even for my mother. As you know by now mother loves pain and suffering, something her surgeon was most adept at dealing to his adoring patients. I feared that mother would be nothing more than another victim of this evil person, but I was proven incorrect. This is not to say that he was a perfect gentleman, nothing could be further from the truth. Mother was insulted by his less than warm personality and even angrier over the snubs he gave her every time she hinted that her new body would be his upon successful surgery. Little did she know that he was playing a cat and mouse game with her, having already decided to recreate her in a way that appealed to his tastes and needs. Poor mother, she had no say whatsoever in how he planned to accomplish his goal.
Remember that mother had been tortured by experts for lengthy periods, meaning that her body bore the marks from her head to those cute little toes she so treasured. Her head had been fractured a number of times, but fortunately not in a manner that inhibited her mental capabilities. Mother's fingers and toes had been broken and reset only to be broken once more. That sharp tongue had been pierced repeatedly with white-hot pins and metal studs that made her speech almost unintelligible. Her nipples had received the same treatment and quite a bit more. Mother's breasts although not gigantic, were full and firm and presented a target of opportunity for anyone interested in harming them. I could go on for hours but the thought of all the things that had been done to my dear mother and what waits for her once she is back where she belongs, makes me considerably damp in places ladies don't mention.
He deliberately chose mother's face as his starting point. In that way the bandages covering her eyes would conceal his efforts once he began rebuilding her oft times ruined body. He modified her genitals by means of microsurgery to inhibit the blood flow and a special form of liposuction that reduced in size mother's mons veneris and labia majora. The blood flow to the labia minora and most importantly the clitoris was effectively eliminated. This was not a permanent change, just one to assist him in achieving his ultimate fantasy about children. His ruse worked for a time, but knowing mother she began exploring the new terrain he was establishing and forming her own opinions on what was becoming her new body, one in which she was decidedly uncomfortable.
You can only imagine her feelings when she awoke one morning to find herself naked and securely strapped down to a gurney that was being wheeled toward the small operating room in the surgeon's home. On the one hand being at his mercy sexually excited her, but as she discovered, there was no kick to it. What had that man done to her? It wasn't until days later that she woke up in straitjacket, much of her body aching and a terrible taste in her mouth. Standing over her was a smiling surgeon who welcomed a new, youthful version of mother back into the world. Her chest felt strange, especially when she took a deep breath; something substantial was missing. The surgeon read her eyes and beat her to the punch; casually mentioning that those big bags of fat had been substantially reduced in size and her nipples that were at best vestigial had been totally removed. In a few days he would unveil her new body for both of them to enjoy. For once in her life mother was struck dumb.
Once more I am called away on family business, but soon I shall continue my tale of mother's final adventure. On second thought, this is only the prologue to what has and will happen to her once she has been restored to Daddy and the rest of the family. This is something to which we all look forward with great anticipation.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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