Twisted Teen Tales

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 54

                  Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 21)

       In the struggle for Sanjiv's affection Tara had an advantage. For many years Neeta had the advantage, especially in the last year or so while his wife recovered from her injuries. Now things had turned in her favor and that little home wrecker was under her thumb. It didn't take Tara long to realize that the half-sister of her husband was playing a waiting game. Her own sexual excursions had shown her that men were not very loyal. However many had the interesting characteristic of always returning to one woman no matter how often they strayed.

       She decided to take things rather easy initially to lull both her husband and new "helpmate" into a routine that satisfied Sanjiv and gave Neeta a sense of false security. Tara had been taught many tricks by her various lovers and she doled them out carefully to her husband, making sure to repeat those that seemed to entertain him and quickly eliminate the ones that bored him. As for Neeta, she cooked, swept, washed and was disciplined whenever she fell beneath the standards that Tara demanded from her. Her rewards were few, mostly sexual in nature. Tara liked to watch the slim dusky-skinned girl masturbate until she was allowed by her mistress to have an orgasm. Sometimes the girl was too exhausted to get herself off, thanks to the workload, lack of proper diet and discipline she absorbed almost daily.

       Sanjiv liked to make Neeta strip naked before him so he could see the marks left by his wife's discipline. Tara seemed to have a mean streak in her makeup that thrilled her husband. On rare occasions Tara even allowed Sanjiv to sodomize his former lover, something he enjoyed to no end. Woe to the poor wretch if she failed to make the experience exciting for him and painful for his new slave. When that happened he would turn her over to the tender mercies of his lovely wife and suggest that the girl needed some extra discipline, something he could witness directly or see the effect afterwards. Tara was only too glad to make her lord and master happy in this manner.

       Neeta was forced to accept being restrained for most of the time. Tara had spoken to Sanjiv on the subject and he expressed his approval by presenting her with a pair of quality made handcuffs and a set of leg hobbles that allowed her to walk slowly if she was careful. Along with the restraints, Neeta's discipline was increased in intensity and frequency. Soon Neeta's bottom was covered with deep welts and even an occasional open cut from the whippings she received almost daily. Tara made sure that Sanjiv heard about the problems his "sister" was causing and her escalated response. Most of the time Sanjiv was too tired and busy from his work at the studio to do more than give her full power over his former lover. That was all she needed to finish off her adversary for her husband's affections.

       First she hired a woman to do the chores Neeta had been given. That left her free to spend much of her time disciplining the troublemaker. She took her time ramping up the punishments Neeta received. The teenager was put on a starvation diet and soon she was losing weight quite rapidly, assisted by the numerous enemas Tara gave her during the day. They proved to be an effective tool for humiliating as well as weakening the will of Sanjiv's half-sister. Enemas were a popular means of disciplining children in Tara's extended family and when she was younger she took her share of them. When she was thirteen and beginning to show signs of blossoming into a young woman, the audience for her enema grew. It now included some if the older men in the village as well as a few much younger who enjoyed watching her humiliation. Gradually her belly would grow rounded and she'd begin hopping from one leg to the other as the pressure grew and she felt as if her bulging belly were about to explode, but never did.

       The new housekeeper proved to be efficient and circumspect, always knocking before entering and adopting the attitude that what went on in this house stayed there. One day Tara had a naked, rather slim Neeta strung up by the wrists, her mouth stuffed with a pair of Tara's panties that had ripened in the hamper for a few days. The troublemaker had been up to her old tricks and in need of a severe beating. Tara thought it might be easier if she disciplined Neeta in the privacy of her bedroom, a place that still captured the smells of last night's encounter between her and Sanjiv. She knew from his body language that a new conquest had been made and now he would celebrate with his dear wife and describe in great detail all the things that they had done on her rumpled bed that hardly gave them room for the kind of sex that ensued.

       Sanjiv had personally put the hook in the ceiling from which Neeta hung, her legs spread wide and anchored to ringbolts in the floor, also compliments of her husband. Tara had been whipping Neeta for quite some time with one of the plastic whips that had been the most recent addition to the cabinet that contained all their sex toys and S&M paraphernalia. Neeta's bottom was swollen and in many places the skin had been broken. Tara declared a break in the girl's discipline. For her own private reasons Tara always referred to Neeta as a girl, insinuating from that title that she was immature and not trust-worthy. A minute or so later there was a discrete knock on her door. Tara grinned since the bedcovers were a mess and still smelled of sperm and her pussy juice from last night's rather lengthy session.

       On a whim she called for the housekeeper to enter, wondering how the taciturn woman would react to what was in progress. There was just a flicker in her eyes as she took in the scene. All Tara wore was her underwear from last night, and it hid nothing, especially since she had sweated rather profusely while beating the insolent tramp that dared to try to take her husband from her. She took much longer to examine Neeta, who was barely conscious from the brutal whipping Tara had administered. When Tara held out the plastic whip and smiled, the woman shook her head and asked to be excused. For some reason Tara knew this woman was more than she seemed, so she tested her by pointing to the open cabinet to see how she might react.

       The housekeeper stood in front of the collection and carefully surveyed what was available. Then she turned toward her employer and suggested that a few other implements that were in Tara's kitchen might be added to the array of instruments she saw displayed. Tara was quite taken by her response and general attitude when confronted by the scene taking place. On a dare Tara told her to return with some of the objects that were missing from the collection. While she waited, Tara added some stripes across the girl's bare back, enjoying the whimpers that escaped her gag and noticing just how gaunt she was becoming. Perhaps it was time to cut back on her enemas, but not entirely, she did so enjoy administering them to the skinny creature.

       Tara was astonished at the collection of kitchen implements the woman brought with her. There were two large wooden spoons and a pair of metal ones as well. There was a metal spatula and another with slots. Finally she produced a baster normally used to keep a cut of meat moist as it cooked. The woman presented Tara with the largest wooden spoon and suggested she see its impact when used on the girl's joints. The result was amazing; Neeta's body stiffened and then writhed in pain after being struck squarely on her elbow. A similar response occurred when it struck the helpless wretch's knee. Tara was delighted over these new toys and promised to let the housekeeper watch, if she so desired, while she used them on this ingrate that was trying to steal her husband from her. She had taken some license in her comment, knowing full well that Sanjiv was rapidly losing any interest in his former lover.

       Tara fell in love with the spatulas, especially those with slots. They were perfect for working on Neeta's tits that were growing smaller from the starvation diet. Using these tools from the kitchen would only accelerate the process and make her even less attractive to Sanjiv. She also discovered quite by accident that it was possible to capture the girl's nipples in the slots and cause substantial surface damage and considerable pain. However the baster and the special ingredients for it that the housekeeper provided were truly a delight. The woman knew how to make curries that were so hot they literally caused burns on the tongue and skin unless they were modified by other ingredients that she kept in reserve. Tara was so pleased with the housekeeper's ideas; she gave the woman a raise. Despite all the tools she provided, the woman was most reluctant to witness the punishment sessions that Tara's archrival endured almost every day until she left.

       Knowing her husband as she did, Tara expected that the pressures of his job plus the need to pay some attention to his new conquest, would keep him quite busy for the next few weeks. Thus she was free to do her best to convince her rival to leave and start a new life with someone else. Tara had already winnowed the candidates to three in number, each quite dominant and a tiger in bed. They also liked their partners to be youthful, adept in the sexual arts and submissive. Neeta met all but the last requirement, but all three had already expressed their willingness to take on that task, especially after seeing the stark photographs of the girl after a thorough beating, both holes plugged with huge dildos and her pussy juice still running down the insides of her spread thighs.

       Tara rationed the whippings to a few each week, but those left her rival with welts from neck to knees as well as back and front. She enjoyed caning the girl's bottom and thighs until they were swollen and bleeding, then the curry would come into play. Tara would apply little dabs on the deeper cuts as Neeta screamed into her gag and twisted to escape her bonds, all the while a small pool of blood would be forming beneath her dangling feet. She would use the spatulas on the girl's tits, making them swell until they looked full and firm, but mottled in color. The nipples would be huge and of a darker color from the abrasions caused by the use of the slotted metal spatulas. The slightest touch could make Neeta's eyes pop and her entire body shake from the pain.

       What finally wore down Neeta to the point that she would do anything to leave this house of horrors were the long nights of incredible pain, so great it was impossible for her to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. Tara had become addicted with the power of the curries that her housekeeper could provide. Neeta had become so weak from the starvation diet that Tara easily handled her, even when she was briefly free of her restraints. That led to the application of the curry to the poor girl's clit after Tara's knowing finger had stimulated the nubbin to its full size, yet not so that the girl could enjoy the release of her tensions and pain by means of an orgasm. Those were strictly forbidden to the poor thing. This in turn led to more applications just before the light was turned out in her tiny windowless room. Tara would carefully rub curry into the girl's swollen and sore nipples and add some to Neeta's armpits as well. She'd spend the night thrashing and exhausting her limited strength in vain attempts to be free from the cuffs and manacles used to imprison her to the narrow bed that would be soaked with her sweat by morning.

       Tara would be the first thing poor Neeta saw in the morning and it meant more torment and humiliation, as well as another step closer to her demise. She had become so paranoid that she thought Tara was going to starve her to death and then have her body buried outside of the city where no one was likely to discover it. The girl would stagger into the bathroom and wait for whatever Tara had planned for her; any resistance had long since been beaten out of her. She was made to squat and piss into the bowl awaiting her deposit. These days there was precious little, another sign to Neeta that her end was approaching. What little there was became her breakfast drink along with another larger bowl where all of Tara's piss since yesterday morning had been collected. Neeta fought the urge to vomit, knowing full well what punishment she would receive for such a breach of etiquette, as Tara liked to describe that particular transgression.

       This morning Tara decided she'd give her a very large enema laced with a very finely ground herb that would shrink the girl's intestines and make her anus shrivel. Neeta would notice little until hours later when her insides reacted to the embedded foreign material that sucked up all the moisture in the vicinity. The result would make Neeta feel as if her insides were being slowly broiled in the sun. The pain would reach its peak within an hour and quickly vanish, leaving its victim exhausted from fighting the intense pain that never seemed to lessen until it abruptly stopped.

       If Tara was entertaining one of the many sex partners she cultivated from the swing clubs she and Sanjiv frequented, there might be need for her services, always humiliating and painful. The constant application of the curry paste to her clit and the surrounding areas had made her cunt extremely sensitive to any form of contact. Worse still Tara always enjoyed using her strap-on to either sodomize or stretch her now super tight cunt while the male would be doing something equally horrible to her other orifice. More times than not the housekeeper would cluck and shake her head as she washed the blood flecked sheets after one of these these sessions.

       Neeta had begun to obsess about her relationship with Sanjiv. When would she have a chance to demonstrate that she still was capable of providing him everything he would ever need? Why was Tara allowed to lord it over her and treat her like a slave? The poor girl was so weakened from the constant punishments, lack of proper nourishment and the unending humiliation that she had begun to hallucinate. Tara decided that it was time for the final choice to be made between Neeta and herself. In the unlikely event that Sanjiv was foolish enough to stay with the girl, Tara would divorce him and sue for damages. One of her sex partners was a barrister with a great deal of influence and most willing to act in her behalf, especially if she continued to provide her body in exchange for his services.

       The winning candidate for Neeta had been selected. He was a man in his early forties with a rich, jaded wife who looked forward to having a sex toy at her disposal when her husband or his friends were not abusing it. The nude picture of the emaciated girl after a brutal beating and raping had sexually excited her no end. She did hope that this one might last longer than the other, a girl of about fourteen who managed to survive their loving care for less than a year and then had mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again.

       Little did Neeta realize that this was the last time her swollen clit would be coated with the fiendish curry that made the bud feel as if it were on fire. It didn't matter since the pain never seemed any different no matter how many times it was done to her. That completed, Tara picked up one of her favorite toys, a metal spatula, and began using it on her nearly flat tits that once were round and firm like fruit hanging from a tree. In this situation the burning curry blocked out most of the pain caused by the metal kitchen tool. It was a very long time before Tara was satisfied with the results of the tit beating. For a few minutes Neeta was alone in her room still feeling the fiery kiss of the curry and now the throbbing pain that radiated from her swollen tits. What new torment was in store for her today?

       Tara knew from previous encounters that Neeta's cunt was abnormally tight as a result of the curry treatments that usually covered more than just the girl's clit. Sanjiv's wife had often been tempted to don her strap-on with the large dildo almost as large as her husband's cock, and fuck Neeta's super tight cunt until it bled or she passed out from the pain. Today she would finally have her way with the girl. After all tonight would be their farewell session, but she knew that Sanjiv would only be interested in the girl's tight asshole, leaving Tara to effectively cripple Neeta's cunt for a few days. She wondered how angry the new owner of the girl would be to find out this little secret. Hopefully he would take out his anger on the skinny bag of bones that was all that remained of her rival for Sanjiv's affections, such as they were.

       Tara slipped a pillow beneath Neeta's nearly flat bottom, still crisscrossed with deep welts, cuts and scars from previous beatings. She gagged the girl with a pair of panties that had been soaking in the toilet for the entire night. The girl was too weak to resist, but just to make sure she wouldn't spit it out when her tight cunt was wrecked and ruined by the big dildo Tara intended to use, she taped Neeta's mouth shut. Even gagged the girl's screams could be heard by Tara as she worked the thick, foot-long dildo inch by inch into that super tight twat. Unfortunately for Neeta she was like a butterfly pinned to a card, unable to escape from the terrible pain that blistered her cunt everywhere it made contact.

       The girl's eyes looked like they were ready to explode from their sockets every time Tara forced another inch of that tool up into that narrow tunnel that led to her birthing chamber, a place that would require a miracle to be occupied in the future. Tara had to rest every few minutes, as the amount of resistance seemed to be growing. Neeta's almost flat chest rose and fell erratically, showing her fear and despair. That drove Tara to even greater exertion and finally after almost an hour of intense effort, the head of the hard rubber poked against the girl's cervix. The pain must have been unbelievable as Neeta nearly tore free of the restraints that held her down to the bed. Tara could not resist pounding the tool against the entrance to the girl's birthing chamber, tilting it into a position making it impossible for Neeta to give birth. Now all that remained was this evening and their final session as a threesome.

       Sanjiv's latest conquest, a girl of perhaps eighteen or so and fresh from school, was causing him some problems that left him mildly irritated. He took out his anger on Neeta, his half-sister and long-time lover, while Tara played the part of his helpmate. For the first time in a long while he took a good look at his former bedmate and was repulsed. His reaction brought a broad smile to his wife's face. Things would go as she had planned. Neeta was stark naked, her body marked with dozens upon dozens of welts, cuts, bruises and scars. Her cunt mouth was swollen and crisscrossed with fresh cuts, put there by Tara a few hours ago when she grew bored waiting for her husband to return home. She had used a razor blade to cut the girl's cunt lips and then rubbed the open wounds with salt, watching her eyes stream tears as her bare body fought to escape the bonds holding her down.

       Tara warned him that all the punishment she had been forced to give the girl had turned her cunt into something no self-respecting woman would want to possess. Sanjiv was not convinced and pointed to the fat, throbbing clit poking from between her slashed cunt lips as proof of his position on the matter. Then he put his wife on the defensive by arguing that she had deliberately ruined the girl's sex organs as well as the rest of her once tight body to prevent him from enjoying Neeta in the future. An exasperated Tara called his bluff, warning him that she was tiring of her diminished status in his life. Any more hints that he wished to continue this farce of a marriage would be met with divorce proceedings and her lawyer would make stew out of him.

       Sanjiv was many things, but not a fool. There was no way he would trade his current wife for what was left of his half-sister. He knew that and evidently may have overplayed his hand. It was time to make amends and pay more attention to his wife when it came to sex. Perhaps he might be able to convince her to join in some of his minor affairs that meant little to him except for the nice piece of tight cunt or willing asshole he might get for his troubles. Then it struck him what was causing most of his problems. He missed his hot, sexy twins who loved to have their daddy do them front and back as often as he could. You talk about tight, they were tight! You talk about the ability to bounce back; those two could go all night, take a two-hour nap and go all day without missing a beat! With that matter settled, he turned to his wife and asked her which of Neeta's holes she wanted.

       Tara settled back and spread her thighs so Neeta could begin licking and sucking her cunt. The girl was on her belly, head wedged between Tara's firm thighs. Covering her was Sanjiv, working his hard length of cock between her welted ass cheeks and marveling at the amount of damage his wife had managed to do to his half-sister's bottom. The girl's asshole was tight, but some of the younger girls Sanjiv had been seducing lately had cunts that were as tight as Neeta's asshole. Every time the girl screamed from the pain his dick created as it moved from side to side or bored further inside that tight tunnel, she received a punch to her spine that had no protection at all from his heavy blows. The girl would stop working on Tara's dripping pussy and try to recover her ability to breathe, a frightening situation that Sanjiv's wife enjoyed watching.

       It took quite some time for Sanjiv to bury his long, thick cock into the girl's tight asshole before he was successful. Then he slowly built up a head of steam and soon his rod was moving like a piston inside her burning asshole. Her tongue action became erratic, a sign of the agony she was experiencing. Finally he unloaded his cum deep inside her twitching asshole as she moaned and cried from the pain. Moments later the girl was on her back gagging as the head of Sanjiv's cock filled her mouth and began probing at her throat. She shuddered at the prospect of being forced to swallow that mighty tool. It would probably strangle her and end her life.

       Neeta wasn't far wrong, but at the last moment Sanjiv withdrew and let her live. He was done with her and made that known to Neeta in no uncertain terms. He had been informed previously that Tara intended to turn her over to a "friend" who would be her master until he tired of her and sent her away to someone else. That was fine with him and so the next morning a bound and gagged Neeta, still naked, was placed in a burlap sack and placed in the trunk of a large automobile and taken away to its destination. The Krishnas would never hear about her again.

                                  (To be continued - rolf palsy)