Twisted Teen Tales

                               Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 66

                           Twin Teen Teasers Indian Style  (part 33)

       Sundari's failure to dedicate herself to the lesbian way of life had failed miserably and the teenager had paid a severe physical and mental penalty for her immature behavior. Her hospital recuperation had been costly in many ways and Sundari now faced a debt that she could not ever imagine repaying to her benefactor, Mrs. Mallory. Sarita on the other hand had begun to make her peace with Mr. Avery. Every Friday after class he  would spirit his new sex slave away to his comfortable residence located far from prying eyes or ears. Until the sun sank below the horizon the following day his once plump, Indian, acolyte was at his mercy. Once more he relived his days as lord and master, making sure that this savage obeyed his every wish no matter whether it was to scrub his floors until they gleamed, fix his meals to his exacting requests or sexually satisfied him as often as he demanded her services.The slightest variation from his stern regimen was cause for discipline that was immediate and thorough no matter when it occurred.

       He had carefully constructed a room at the back of his house dedicated for punishing his slave. It was sound proofed which allowed him to do whatever she deserved for her disobedience. She'd be hung by her wrists from a hook in the ceiling, legs parted wide and attached to the ring-bolts he'd put into the wooden floor to give him easy access to that thick-lipped cunt mouth and big firm tits that always seemed ready for any amount of pain he could provide. If her frontal area was too covered with recent welts and the like, there was always her hind quarters waiting for the kiss from his cane or that thick cudgel that could only be used by an expert such as himself. After her discipline for the day, he'd be sexually excited and thus make use of her as she hung there helpless and ready for whatever he required. Nothing like a sound thrashing of her bare body, front and back, to allow him to sleep and dream of other terrible things that would be done once she returned. These days he even reduced her after school detention, wanting her exotic and erotic body refreshed and ready for still another coating of welts, cuts, bruises and even a few strategic burns, usually well hidden such as beneath her fulsome tits that never seemed to be free of marks from the cane that was wielded by other staff members.

       One weekend he even had a visitor, an old friend from the days of the Raj when they were treated like kings. He had arranged for Sarita to be taken from her last two classes, promising the two teachers they would be richly rewarded the following week for their understanding attitude. As usual his youthful sex slave was naked, bound, gagged and locked securely within a canvas pouch, the type used for transporting large quantities of mail from one central point to another. The traffic was heavy due to an accident and by the time he arrived at his home poor Sarita was nearly unconscious and dehydrated. He was forced to wait for his old friend to assist him in transporting his youthful sex slave into the room at the rear of his house, the sound-proofed one without any windows.

       As luck would have it, just as the two of them were carrying the canvas pouch into his home a police car passed by and came to a stop a few doors down from Mr. Avery's little house. Talk about coincidence; that very afternoon a canvas mail pouch was stolen from the local post office. In a matter of moments the two older gentlemen were facing a middle-aged policeman and a much younger female officer, both with drawn weapons. The senior member started asking questions concerning the suspicious pouch. Mr. Avery sighed and unlocked the canvas bag, stepping back so the policeman could see into the bag and identify its contents. The man's response to its contents, a teenager who was bound, gagged and naked as the day she was born, was to whistle and allow the young officer a look into the pouch as well. The two of them broke into big smiles and inquired just what they were planning to do with their captive.

       Mr. Avery considered himself a law abiding citizen as well as a professional teacher at Arnold Palmer High. At times in his career it has been necessary to extend his teaching methods to go beyond the limits normally defined by school regulations. Today he and a fellow professional soldier from another state were planning a weekend of education and discipline for this foreign student who had been a major problem from the first day she began her education here. It was the young female police officer who saved the day, invoking her experiences as a former member of Arnold Palmer High. Niles Nailer had just become principal and was still developing his methods for maintaining discipline of this unruly student body. The young police woman had been one of his first challenges, and it had taken his revitalized faculty the better part of two years before they brought her to heel as if she were some type of animal. This was not too far from the truth considering her upbringing, a disgrace as far as the principal was concerned. In those early days of Niles Nailer's reign, after school discipline was handled privately off-school grounds, and involved interactions strictly between students and teachers, with no other witnesses.

       " I was a major problem at school and they treated me as such. Rarely did I make it through any class without getting into trouble. By the end of the day I'd have perhaps two to three hours of hard time at some teacher's home. In fact it was a teacher's husband, Rob, who relieved me of my virginity one long afternoon after his wife had used a paddle and a strap covered with studs on my ass for nearly an hour. I remember hearing the whistling from the holes that gave the paddle extra force that sounded as if my ass had exploded. Of course I hardly made any noise at all being as I was tied down on my belly, wrists and ankles tied to the bed's corners. Her husband got home early and he was horny. His wife, Linda, was too tired from beating me to let him have any pussy."

       " So the two of them made a production of my grand opening. The wife replaced the three-day old pair of panties that kept me quiet, took off her thong and put me to work eating her pussy. Meanwhile her husand lubed up my tight virgin cunt and proceeded to fuck me until I thought I was going to pass out. I didn't bleed too much, thank goodness,  just enough to nearly ruin the sheets. Linda got ticked and so she went back to work on my sore, swollen ass with that wooden paddle and when she got tired he took over and really made me wish I'd never been a bad girl. I guess my swollen butt got him hot and bothered despite having already fucked me so hard and long that I was in tears."

       " If I thought that losing my virginity hurt, I had another thought coming when his big dick went back inside me and really rubbed the walls of my youthful twat raw. All that time his wife was feeding me her rancid pussy that tasted like something had died inside her sloppy, dripping cunt. It took her husband almost twenty minutes before he blew another load into my immature, sore, swollen, fuck tunnel. That got his wife pissed off that he seemed to be having lots of fun doing me while she just looked on and made sure I ate her pussy like the whore she claimed I was. So ended my first serious sexual encounter with adults or for that matter, anyone at all. I knew the next time it was going to be even worse and there was nothing I could do about it except pray that I wouldn't get knocked up."

       " My mother hardly noticed the funny way I walked when Rob dropped me off, threatening to have me put into juvenile if I even hinted about what had happened over at his place. Three days later I made a return engagement with both of my tormentors present and eager to show me some new tricks. The skinny wife broke out her favorite dildo once I was spread out on my back, tied spread-eagle fashion with a pair of her well-used panties stuffed into my mouth. I'd never seen a strap-on before that afternoon, but I  became very familiar with that big tool over the months that followed. As bad as that, it was her husband who terrified me. The bastard never used any protection when he screwed me and went out of his way to make sure that when he came, every drop was deposited deep inside my tight young pussy."

       " Once a week, usually on Friday after school, I was punished to my limit and on occasion beyond it. Someone from the school was supposed to witness what happened to me during this activity, but that was rare. The only one who ever showed up was a middle-aged spinster, Cora Withers, who had a deep seated dislike for me because of my looks and youth. That old harpy never failed to bring some nasty tool or toy to use on my helpless bare body while the lucky couple watched and enjoyed my misery. According to school regulations the maximum amount of off-school detention was no longer than ninety minutes unless the student was given an additional thirty minutes for special conditions."

       " In reality the shortest session I ever had went for two and a half hours, and once I stayed at a place until late Sunday as my whorish mother spent the weekend boating with friends. Rob or Linda must have spilled the beans about making me a woman, since my hosts invited a bunch of their friends to properly break me into the world of mature sex, even though I was just fifteen and still growing. I quickly learned that the women were worse than the men when it came to dishing out the pain and punishment for being young and kind of cute for my age. Word got back to the nurse and later she got into the act as well."

       " Normally her horny husband did me as soon as I was stripped to the skin and tied down in their "play" room with an unwashed rag used for cleaning up messes made in the kitchen stuffed in my mouth and kept there by duct tape. He must have pounded my poor pussy for twenty minutes straight without taking a break. Then it was his wife's turn and Linda had her dildo greased with hot sauce that made my pussy feel as if it had caught fire. I thought I was going to die the pain was that intense. Once she had her fun, Rob made her clean out any sauce left from my fried cunt. Then it was Rob's turn once again and this time he flooded my twat with a zillion wigglers, bragging that he had saved up this load special for me. I was hysterical by then since I was in my fertile period, something his wife knew as well."

       " To this day I can remember almost everything those two did to me. Rob's cock never seemed to get soft for more than half an hour, no matter how often he used my tight little pussy. I couldn't believe that any man was capable of doing what he did to me. My cunt got so sore tears rolled down my face whenever he slammed his hard prick deep into my ruined twat. His wife would just smirk at the way my immature body bounced in response to every thrust he delivered. I lost count of the times Rob's rock-hard prick blasted away inside my loose cunt. When he took breaks his wife tortured me, seeing how any fingers she could get inside my super-sensitive fuck tunnel, running her fingernails across my pussy lips until they were bleeding, twisting my nipples and stretching those nubbins until I thought they were going to be ripped from my tits. Then there was her strap-on, that long, thick piece of hard rubber that never, ever got soft and had the capability to destroy the walls of my cunt if given enough time and energy."

       " I lost track of the times Rob rolled onto me and stuck his hard cock into my sore, bleeding cunt for a lengthy fuck that made me go nearly crazy with pain and fear. Had I known about male testosterone my fears would have been significantly relieved. After he put a few loads of wigglers into my worn-out twat, everything else was just for show. Still there was his angry wife who was bound and determined to make me bleed to death, if such a thing was possible. That afternoon they staked me out face up under the burning sun without a shred of protection. They had surrounded my naked body with old sheets to prevent prying eyes from checking me out as I started to burn after about twenty minutes. To make matters worse Linda had stuffed my mouth with a rag that had been soaking in salt water and grease, taped in place with duct tape."

       " Every so often Linda would show up and kick me squarely in the cunt for openers, then stomp my growing titties as I screamed into the rag. Then just before she left, Linda would kick me in the ribs, both sides, leaving me almost unable to take a deep breath. Rob on the other hand liked to piss into my face, always trying to blind me. After a few hours under the broiling sun my front side was cooked to a crisp and so it was back into the house for more fun and games featuring yours truly. While all this was happening, my whore of a mother was out on a boat with a couple of guys who were taking turns ass fucking her and hinting that they would sure love to ass fuck her daughter as well. Considering what was happening to me, I might have traded places with my skinny mother and let her friends do whatever they wanted to me."

       " My nightmare got worse when I was confronted by Cora the spinster, just happening to be in the neighborhood with a few items that she thought appropriate for a slut like me. Currently I was a stinking mess after my visit outside in the nude. The  teacher was scandalized at my behavior and insisted that I be punished severely for misbehaving. It was Rob who did the honors, dunking me over and over into the filled toilet bowl that hadn't been flushed since last evening, and holding me under until I began swallowing whatever was beneath or floating on the surface. Next they gave me a cold shower before I was marched back to my little cell where I could be restrained and made available for whatever the trio wanted to do to me."

       " I flipped out at the sight of my old school teacher wearing only her bra and a shit-eating grin. Somehow she had convinced Linda to make me eat her drooling pussy while officer Rob used his big tool to widen and deepen my cunt to make it easier for him when he was fucking me. My tongue swelled to an enormous size and my lips cracked from the servicing I provided for my old school teacher. She was so happy with my performance that she was going to have the principal, a new man just beginning his tenure, allow her to take me to her home for special education and plenty of severe punishment if I caused her any trouble in school. That was the straw that broke my back and started my redemption."

       " Why the principal let her get away with it despite Cora's lack of any formal interaction with me was something I learned much later during a lengthy session at his home. There for almost three days and nights he and some of his senior teacher friends tortured and raped me from morning until night. Then just before turning in for the evening, my belly was bloated with so much water that I looked like I was due in less than a month. A ball gag was jammed into my mouth to keep me quiet, then weights were attached to my ankles to keep my bare brutalized body stretched taut for the evening. Naturally Cora Withers did her sewing routine with the thickest thread she owned to finish me off for the long dark night that followed. My twat was closed for business by double stitching, and to make things worse she plugged my urethra to prevent me from voiding any of the contents of my bulging belly. "

       " By the time they dropped me off, Cora Whithers had demonstrated to Linda and other lady teachers the proper method to keep over-sexed teenagers like myself from becoming pregnant. She had done it to me twice and then allowed Linda an opportunity to master the technique as well. All it involved was a large needle and thick thread. The trick was the pattern that Cora produced, neatly closing up my playground except for where I peed. She also knew how to make the process very painful, and went out of her way to show anyone who was interested just where to insert the big needle and how to give it a twist to stretch and even lacerate the flesh. Soon I was everyone's guinea pig when they had me under their control. "

       " During the next month I was the star boarder of almost every teacher in the school, not to mention the new principal who was an absolute  ball buster. Also it seemed that every scum bag my mother knew sooner or later came over to sample the teenage merchandise I was offering whether I wanted to or not. At first I resisted letting mom's "boy friends" have their way with me. However a few major beatings before and after being fucked stupid by as many as a dozen hard cocks took most of the fight out of me. What remained of my will to resist disappeared after a three-day weekend where I was the featured attraction."

       " I was taken to a place located well off the beaten path unless one had access to an off-road vehicle. There were three monster trucks carrying my new "boyfriends", cases of beer and food, a small speed boat and the star performer, yours truly. Mom was pissed off that she wasn't invited. So was I since that meant I was the only entertainment for my new fuck-buddies. Take me at my word, I entertained those cops round the clock with no rest breaks, food or even water unless you count the recycled beer they made me drink until my belly was so large it made fucking my pussy nearly impossible. After the first three or four hours my voice was reduced to a harsh croak from all the screaming and begging I generated. One of them had brought along his handcuffs and a metal collar to which they were connected. To make sure I remained accessible at all times, even when they were sleeping it off from all the energy they used fucking me senseless, they located a low hanging branch from a tree to which my collar was tied, forcing me to stand during the entire night. I almost welcomed the occasional cop who woke up with a full bladder and a major hard-on. If I  was lucky, he'd just piss all over my bare body before he sodomized me."

       " The next morning my bare body was covered wirh bite marks from the flying creatures that feasted on my tits, face, ass, thighs and what was once the opening to my fuck tunnel. As soon as I was let down from the tree branch I collapsed, since my legs were unable to support my weight. That didn't seem to bother the gang of policemen who divided my bare body up so that all three of my holes were quickly occupied. It took nearly an hour and a half before they were satisfied and ready to take me on a little trip across the small lake tied to the motor boat's aft. My body took a beating that was worse than anything they had dished out to me so far. What made this even more dangerous was when they deliberately submerged me for long periods of time, causing me to pass out. Twice they had to pull me out of the water to resuscitate and rape me, before throwing me back into the frigid water for another circle of the small but deep section of what was once a quarry. By the time they returned me to the shore, half a dozen customers for my services were waiting and rather upset that I wasn't available when they needed me. "

       " The rest of the morning they either raped or made me swallow their sacred urine as they described their recycled piss. I dutifully ingested their offerings until my belly threatened to burst in the middle of taking the largest cock the gang could produce. At the same time two streams of the yellow stuff were being directed into my open mouth, thanks to a dental fixture that one of the cops had borrowed from a buddy. Of course upon my return I would properly thank the man with my tight, almost virgin, teenaged pussy that was taking the kind of internal beating that only professional prostitutes or sex maniacs would experience for money. A few of the gang still were less than satisfied with my behavior and demeanor. My mouth was stuffed with piss-soaked socks, then duct tape used to keep everything in place. Next they hung me by my ankles, spread-wide with my bloated stomach touching my little girl tits as they described them. "

       " I never felt the kind or degree of pain that they gave me that afternoon. There always were two cops working on my thin, bare body that by then was turning into something that looked like road kill. They were using tree branches, nettles, a cue stick,billy clubs and at least two canes. I kept passing out from the pain and my inability to breathe thanks to what was stuffed into my mouth and me being upside down as well. They seemed to get a charge by whipping my titties until they were so swollen portions actually burst. Other areas of my ruined hangers were shredded and coated with blood from all the cuts created by the various tools used on them. A close second were the freaks who concentrated on my cunt mouth until it was so lacerated and swollen they couldn't even find where the entrance was before they started whipping it to a lather of foaming  blood. "

       " The single worst thing they did to me was when somebody used his specially designed billy club to sodomize me. The pattern that was cut into the wood made entering my asshole relatively painless. Pulling it out was another story entirely due to the angle of the cuts. The first time I took about four or five inches before fainting while he yanked it out, taking what felt like half of my insides with it. They revived me and this time he jammed  ten inches into my bleeding asshole and began turning it, making it feel as if my insides were being shaved with a dull razor. I passed out but was quickly revived with a few lit cigarettes held against the soles of my bare feet. Then my torturer began pulling that ten-incher from my bleeding asshole and I went insane as the guys cheered him on. "

       " I'm not able to recall much after that billy club ruined my asshole and points east or was it west? I remember taking a motor boat ride or two that hurt like hell as they made my naked, bleeding, bloated, body bounce over and under the water. Once they dragged me on board, raped me until blood was oozing from both my holes, then threw me overboard and started to drag me once again. I blacked out pretty quick and the next thing I knew someone was sticking a burning stick into my pussy to get me ready for another bellyful of recycled liquid gold straight from the source. It turned out that I was just a few hours from death's door before they dropped me off at the hospital, claiming I was found in a car wreck. It had gone over a steep embankment with me in it. No one, my self included, could figure how I managed to survive. The paperwork was up to snuff even if I wasn't, but that was all they worried about in my case, figuring I wasn't going to make it anyway. I made them eat those words once I recovered and got my life together. "

       " By then I was technically considered to be a truant and treated accordingly. What the regulations said and what happened to me when I was occasionally picked up by the local police were two different worlds. It always boiled down to my hands cuffed behind my back, every stitch of my clothing in the trunk and me in the back seat being treated to some serious cop cock. It took lots of steady cop-cock for many, many months for me to finally realize I liked being fucked stupid by men in uniform, especially if I was properly restrained and guilty of whatever charges they had used to arrest me. So these days I'm passed around from unit to unit once my shift is finished and spend lots of time afterward eating pussy and taking as much cock as my hosts can provide for this junior member of the police force "

                       To be continued - rolf palsy