Twisted Teen Tales

                                                                                          by

                                                                                    Rolf Palsy

                                                                                    Chapter 1

                                                                       Spanked and Raped by Daddy

       When I was fourteen, mom took a powder, leaving me and dad to fend for ourselves. He didn't take it so good. Unfortunately he took it out on me. Once a week, whether I needed it or not, I went over his knee for a good spanking. At first he let me keep my clothing on, but as the weeks went by the amount of clothing I wore decreased dramatically. Soon I was getting blistered while wearing only my panties and bra. I was beginning to fill out, and he noticed immediately. That just made him spank me harder. He started taking out his frustration over losing mom on me. Now my spankings were more revenge for mom leaving, as if I had anything to do with it.

       I was still in middle school and he didn't have to worry about anybody seeing the condition of my sore butt. He always gave me the spanking on friday evening, and as time passed they got harder and longer. Then one night it got so bad that I tried to get away from him. That was a big mistake. He caught me and the next thing I knew, my hands were tied behind my back and my panties were yanked off. Let me tell you, that walloping was the absolute worst I took up until then. I also noticed that he had a nice fat boner while he was doing me.

       From then on I was in deep trouble. Now I was taking my spankings in the nude with my hands bound tightly behind my back and pulled up to be anchored to the collar he fastened around my neck. Now according to him, I was the cause of all his troubles and he was going to make damn sure that I never turned into the trampy teaser he claimed mom had become. Every other swat, and I took too many to count, he'd call me a name like," you fucking tease, you miserable cunt, you trampy whore, you piece of shit, etc, etc..."

       Over the weekends I'd not be allowed to wear any clothing at all and he watched me like a hawk, to the point that he'd follow me into the bathroom to observe me doing my business. He started feeling me up, using as an excuse that I was trying to get him interested in my body, which by now was really blossoming. My tits were mauled night and day, my sore ass pinched mercilessly and he started goosing me, which soon turned into finger fucking me while I had to stand there with my hands behind my neck and my legs spread, so he could inspect me to make sure I was still a virgin.

       Then one weekend it happened without warning, although I can't say I was that surprised. Dad walked into the livingroom and stared at me. I was wearing the uniform of the day, just my bare face and a body to match. I was so used to showing everything that I just ignored dad and hoped he'd go away. After a long pause he told me it was time I started earning my keep around here. I had no idea what he had in mind, then I noticed the stiffy trying to poke a hole in his trousers. I was about to be initiated into the mysteries of grown-up sex, the kind of stuff  we talked about constantly at school when we were on break or supposed to be studying.

       I had mixed feelings about this idea of earning my keep; part of me was scared, fearing I'd get pregnant or catch one of those venereal diseases they talked about in health class. The other part was eager to get this over with and discover for myself what sex was all about. The fact that my dad was going to break me in made it kind of weird, but at least I knew he wouldn't go blabbing about doing me to everyone at school. I looked at his crooked finger and the leer on his face and knew I was about to get devirginized, as we used to describe the first time.

       It was strange to be walking into what used to be their bedroom. For me this was the first time I'd been in here since mom had split. They had slept in a four poster bed, and I wondered how many times they had done the nasty in that king sized playpen for adults. I picked up that expression from one of my girlfriends at school who had heard it by accident from her parents. Right now it didn't look like any playpen to me. I was about to get my tight teen twat busted all to hell by my own father, how weird was that?

       I took a good look at the bed and realized that dad's decision to break my cherry today was no spur of the moment thing. There were ropes running from each of the bedposts, and a pillow sitting dead center on the bed. I realized that there was no sense in struggling, dad was way too big and the last thing I wanted to do was get him pissed off just as he was about to do me for the first time. He pointed and I hopped on the bed and assumed the position, my arms and legs spread wide. He grinned down and started  to tie first one and then the other wrist, using the ropes that were looped around the posts. He asked me if the ropes were too tight, and I shook my head. He told me that was good, but it wouldn't have mattered one way or the other to him.

       Before he started to tie my ankles, he positioned the pillow under my bruised ass, the weekly spanking fresh in my mind from last night. I gave thanks that at least my swollen ass cheeks would be cushioned when he started fucking me. It was not for this reason that my butt was on that pillow; instead my creamy, dreamy cunt was sitting up like a clay pigeon for his roto-rooter. He took his time doing my ankles, making sure  my thighs were spread wide and the angle of attack for my crotch was correct. Once he was satisfied, he pinched my cunt lips and got a yelp of surprise from me. "That will never do. Glad I came prepared." It was as if I wasn't even there; he was just carrying on a conversation with himself, not a good sign for this virgin sacrifice.

       He rummaged around  for a few seconds then came up holding a pair of bikini panties and acting like a kid who just found a prize in his crackerjack box. I was informed that these very panties had been worn by mom just a day or so before she split. According to daddy, he found them in the hamper and he'd saved them for a special occasion. At least deflowering his own daughter was in his mind a special occasion, that's something. Before I could argue, he jammed them into my mouth and nearly choked me. There wasn't much I could do since I was trussed up like a turkey ready for the oven. He gave me a dumb grin, the kind that guys at school would give when they caught a glimpse of your panties or maybe the hint of a bare tit. I never let mine flop in the breeze, I wanted these babies to grow big and firm, and for that they needed a good bra.

       I was now totally at his mercy, not a good feeling. I watched as he carefully undressed, folding his pants neatly and hanging them over the chair sitting by the bed. Finally the big moment came and he flopped out his cock, and it was impressive. I'd seen more than my share of pricks, most of them photographs. Dad wasn't full hard yet, and I gulped and wondered just how big that bad boy was going to get before he was ready to nail me to the mattress. I watched transfixed as he pulled at the head and ran his hand up and down the shaft, making that snake of his grow bigger. It took some time before he was satisfied with the way his cock stood out from his groin. He gave me a grin that was pure evil and told me that this was going to hurt me a whole lot more than it hurt him. That was the reason for the gag, now it all made sense. I didn't like the idea of screaming my head off into mom's panties, which I wondered if he had ever washed.

       He crawled onto the bed and straddled my body, supporting his weight on his arms that looked like tree trunks close up. He wiggled his hips and made the head of that monster cock rub over my pussy lips. I shivered, more from fear than excitement, although there were elements of both now acting on me. I will never forget what happened next. He shifted his hips, took a deep breath and proceeded to ram half of his thick joint into my tiny pussy. It hurt! It hurt a lot! It felt as if somebody had punched me in the stomach. I found out that I couldn't get any air either. The next thrust also caught me by surprise and it felt as if my pussy had just swallowed a softball.

       Now that the preliminaries were over, he got serious and began to fuck me so hard my eyes couldn't focus. I still was having major problems getting air, but the pain from the battering ram he was using to destroy my cunt overwhelmed everything else. I could hear the sound of his groin pounding against my crotch as that tool warped my insides. I didn't believe it at first when he shifted into another gear and gave it to me harder and faster at the same time. There was no way he was going deeper unless he punched a hole in my uterus. I thought I was going to die right on the spot, but no such luck.

       When he began to curse and swear at me, using every name in the book as well as some I'd never heard before, I thought for sure that he was going to kill me. It was now a question of when and how much pain I'd have to absorb before he ruptured something inside my twat and I bled to death. That just goes to show you what the lack of experience can do when you're getting fucked for the first time by someone who knows what he's doing and could care less for your well-being. Daddy knew that the chances of killing me with his hard dick were one in a million, maybe ten  million. That was the kind of risk he was willing to take; how macho of him.

       In and out, faster and faster he went, and all I could do was take it. Then he suddenly stopped with that big dick buried to the hilt in my poor sore pussy. I could hear him panting and a few drops of sweat dripped onto my chest. Then he slowly backed out until just the head was stretching the mouth of my aching pussy. With a loud grunt he drove that cock into me like it was a spike. It felt as if some one was pounding a big nail into my guts. He was punching that monster as deep into my cunt as it would go. Every thrust  was hard and made me want to throw up. He had at least stopped cursing and threatening me, but the pain did not let up in the slightest.

       Then his big hands clamped down on my budding breasts and I had to deal with a new source of pain. Now he was twisting and yanking my poor boobs and at the same time stretching my tight twat by moving his prick from side to side as he fucked me like some kind of a machine. Slowly the level of pain began to drop as my cunt started to adjust to the big intruder barreling through my fuck tunnel like a freight train. Once it sank in that I wasn't going to be fucked to death, at least not this time, I relaxed and actually felt a litte tickle deep down in the depths of my cunt.

       I started to fuck back as daddy continued to drill for oil inside my twat. For some insane reason that made him angry again and he picked up the pace, pounding me so hard that I thought my eyes were going to fall out of my head. I could hear the sound of wet flesh slapping together as he beat my fuck tube with growing fury. Then the cursing and threats started up again. He was furious that I had the nerve to actually begin  getting into what he was giving me. This was supposed to be some kind of punishment he was dealing out to me, and I was instead acting like some cock-crazed tramp. Now there was no way he was going to lighten up on the muscle he was applying to my poor cunny. I was going to take it until I passed out. The only problem was that the more I took, the more I began to enjoy the pounding I was getting. Now I began to wonder if I wasn't exactly what he claimed I was, namely a cheap whore wannabe, a trampy slut who was addicted to cock.

       Suddenly his dick stopped moving in and out and his body stiffened. He let out a strangled groan,  yanked his prick from my swollen cunt and gave me a hosing that deposited his cum from the hollow under my chin down to my red, raw cunt mouth. He  leaned back on his heels and tried to recover from all the effort he had put into my first, but believe you me, not my last fuck. I'll admit I was sore in a lot of places, especially my twat and those poor little titties that had just been baptized with his holy water. After a time he leaned forward and massaged my tits, rubbing the cum into the skin. According to what he said the cum would make them grow bigger and faster. I sincerely hoped he wasn't just fooling with me.

       He got off me and wandered out of the bedroom, leaving me still tied spread-eagle to the bed with a glistening trail of cum showing that he had given me all he had. I wondered if he'd return for seconds. Part of me cringed at the thought of that monster dick starting to again ram away inside my sore cunt, another part was kind of thrilled at the prospect of having daddy do me once more. I waited and waited. First I heard the sound of the shower in the bathroom, then there was silence for what seemed like an hour. Was he asleep, resting up for another go at me?  I decided to try and get some sleep. All that fucking had tired me out plenty, even though he had done most of the work and damage.

       I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew he was leaning over me and shaking my head back and forth. My eyes popped open and I knew by the goofy look on his face that round two was about to begin. This was a little different in that he pulled the wet wad of panties from my mouth and substituted his half-hard cock for me to suck. This was another first, but I guess I did it well enough to get the desired results. Back went the gag along with some fresh adhesive tape to keep it where it belonged. Then he lined that meat torpedo up and buried it to the hilt in my raw, sore cunt, nearly making me swallow my tongue from the force he applied.

       This time he sort of took his time, pounding me to a pulp , then leaning back and letting my pussy mouth hold the head of his dick as he recovered his strength for another run at my aching fuck tunnel. He hammered me to the point that I was nearly unconscious from the heavy duty punishment my former virgin cunt was taking. On and on it went, I thought that hard prick would never get soft. Once he pulled out and I thought he was going to shoot his load all over me. Instead he tried to tit fuck me, but my boobs weren't  big enough to make it work. I guess he was a little irritated because when he reseated that big gun of his in my fuckhole it took my breath away and I thought I'd been kicked by a mule. Some time afterward I started to get that tingle again. His fucking was getting almost comfortable when abruptly that cannon went off and sprayed me with cum for the second time that day. That was all she wrote and shortly thereafter I tottered to the bathroom and took a long hot shower and carefully checked my twat for any permanent damage.

       By the time I returned to school, my limp was hardly noticeable. By midweek I was getting sort of itchy for the next installment that I just knew daddy was planning for the weekend. He did not disappoint me. I was a bit surprised when he announced on friday night that I was due for a good spanking for being such a tramp and a tease. It turned out to be punishment in advance for what was going to happen between the two of us the next evening. Based on the length of time and enthusiasm he displayed for tanning my cute ass, I was in for a good fucking tomorrow. From then on I could always guage in advance what was in store for me in what used to be my parents bedroom.

       Then one weekend a few months later, when I was less than a month from my fifteenth birthday, daddy gave me a spanking that was off scale for violence. I literally could not sit down between then and when he tied me down to the big bed and got me ready for another lesson in how to properly satisfy the horny male. There I was naked as a jaybird, tied down and ready, willing and very able to spend the next  few hours getting my fuckbox stretched and drubbed by his mighty engine, as he was now referring to his cock. He had stepped out for a moment, and while he was gone the doorbell rang, which was odd for this time of the evening. A few minutes later I got the shock of my life when daddy and this strange man I'd never seen before in my life entered the bedroom.

       All I could do was gawk at this guy as daddy explained that Jack was friend from work who was interested in some teenage pussy since he and his wife were on the outs. I guess daddy had bragged about how good I was in the sack and so here Jack was, ready to go. I was in no position to argue with him and so that evening I took them both and they took me in return, playing double your fun toward the end. The funny thing about the whole scene was that tingle of mine went off scale and I managed my first orgasm with my dad as he nailed me to the bed while I sucked Jack's semi-hard dick so he could take over once daddy was done warping my fuckbox. So I guess in the long run he was right about me all along. As far as I was concerned, being capable of getting off was well worth the wear and  tear on my developing body.   

                               Twisted Teen Tales

                                                         Chapter 2

                                                                     Teen Troublemaker

       "I can't believe it! At last we have that little bitch exactly where we want her. I can hardly wait to tear into that tight twat and turn that bouncy bottom into a slab of raw, bleeding meat."

       The subject of all this excitement was Tina Trutwat, a sexy fifteen year old brunette hottie with a body that belonged on a porn star and an IQ just below the sum of her total measurements of 36C-23-35. This little teaser and troublemaker had the entire faculty of Arnold Palmer High in a state of sexual frenzy that had not been fulfilled to date.

       What had prompted this reaction of joy was the letter that had been sent to the principal by trampy Tina's mother, who was almost as jealous of her daughter as the faculty was. In black and white it was effectively carte blanche to the faculty to do whatever they saw fit to control the disobedient sex machine that they slavered over in their dreams, but were so far unable to have in reality.

       "Listen to this part; I, Mrs.Tess Trutwat do hereby give to Principal Niles Nailer the right to apply corporal punishment to my daughter,Tina, to the degree he considers necessary in order to properly discipline her for any infraction of school rules and regulations. I urge him to seriously consider administering portions of her discipline in front of her peers in hopes that this humiliation will reinforce her desire to adapt herself to the normal expectations of the faculty. I fully anticipate that while disciplining her in private, either at the school or some other suitable location, she shall be suitably restrained and free of any clothing that might impede her body from absorbing the full effect of whatever discipline she is undergoing."

       "Be advised that I expect daily communication from Principal Nailer or his designated representative that will inform me of her behavior and what disciplines were applied to her in response to her behavior. You are encouraged to document everything that is done to my fractious daughter and provide a copy to me for my own verification. Be advised that my daughter is currently taking birth control pills since her promiscuous behavior could bring even greater shame to my family if she became pregnant. This is not to be construed as my approval of forced sex as another method of instilling discipline, since she seems to be impervious to any shame when it comes to having sex with people, or for that matter, animals as well."

       The panties on the teacher reading this unbelievable letter were soaked when she finished. She could hardly wait for the day to end so she could return to her little one bedroom apartment, strip off, check the batteries on her favorite vibrator and then see how many times she could get herself off before they ran down and needed to be replaced. The principal and his secretary, who spent quite a bit of time working on school projects after hours at his home, exchanged glances. It looked as if the project they had planned for this evening would run well into the morning based on this important information.

       The following morning the teachers' lounge was absolutely buzzing. Normally no more than the compliment of teachers who had first period assignments would be huddled over a cup of coffee and the newspaper. Today the lounge was packed and no one seemed to be reading any newspapers either. The air was filled with ideas about methods of discipline that could be applied to the trampy teaser that had driven many of them to despair with her attitude and the way she managed to twist certain teachers around her little finger. Now it appeared to be the first day of payback, and the air was filled with electricity.

       Miss Waters the first teacher to have Tina the Trollop, her pet name for the teen, in her class was the center of atttention, as her fellow sufferers gave her plenty of advice on how to handle the girl in this new environment. She was urged to go on the offense and take the high ground before Tina tried to take control of the classroom as she usually did. A number of teachers volunteered to be in the vicinity just in case Miss Waters needed some backup to stop the little troublemaker in her tracks. She listened to the wild ideas that were thrown about by her peers, but secretly she already knew what was going to happen the first time that teaser even looked like she was thinking about causing trouble in her class.

       Sitting in the center drawer of her desk was an eighteen inch ruler made of steel. At the first sign of any trouble from the girl, Miss Waters would have her in front of the class with her hands outstretched, palms up so she could sting them properly for her punishment. In point of fact she hoped that Tina would be disobedient and refuse to leave her desk. Her response to that would be to come and use force to make her  obey. Although the teacher was in her early forties, she was in good shape from her karate classes and the daily workout at the ladies gym. Very few people, and no one on the faculty staff to her knowledge, knew that there were two types of workouts that took place at the gym, and the alternate involved more than just calisthenics.

       Today was not the usual walk in the park for the arrogant brunette with the fabuous figure. The trampy slut managed to cause disturbances in four classes, throwing them into turmoil, about par for the course. Unfortuntely for Tina these displays were cause for a completely different response from the faculty. In Miss Waters' class she was totally taken aback by the response of the forty-something teacher who had the nerve to take her by the ear and drag her to the front of the class where she vigorously applied a steel ruler to any portion of the teen's anatomy that was available.  The next two offenses were deemed by her respective teachers serious enough for after school detention. The teenager just smirked at this "empty" threat, already planning to skip them and go home to complain to her mother about the way she was being mistreated.

       The last one resulted in two teachers being called into the class to assist in a public disciplining of the girl. She was forcibly bent over the teacher's desk and her panties removed to display her bare bottom, and it was well worth displaying. Then that round, firm and fully packed butt was given a taste of the strap, ten of the best across those curvy cheeks leaving her buns a nice scarlet shade. That night many of the students who witnessed her thrashing did some serious fantasizing about what they'd like to do to her while they jacked and jilled themselves off to sleep.

       After her strapping, Tina was taken down to the nurse's area and strip searched for drugs while the principal and the PE teacher, a dedicated lesbian, witnessed the search. It became necessary to forcibly remove the teen's clothing, which was done. Then when she continued to violently resist, she was strapped down to the examination table, an out of date model used formerly by an obstetrician. The nurse used a speculum to open the girl's vagina to the point that it could be examined for any evidence of contraband such as a baggie containing drugs. Tina made so much noise that she was gagged by stuffing her bikini panties into her mouth and taping them in place. It was noted that the bikinis had a sheer crotch, which violated a school regulation concerning offensive or provocative attire.

       The nurse carefully investigated the teen's vaginal area and uncovered evidence of very recent sexual activity. This was noted. The table was readjusted to allow the girl's rectum to be probed as well. It was in this region where the baggie was "discovered". The teen was defiant when questioned about the baggie, refusing to answer any of the questions asked of her. This egregious response to a serious violation of the school code was also noted.

       It was decided that Tina had to be interrogated to make her reveal the source of the baggie as well as who her recent sex partner was. Based on her resistance, it appeared that it might take some time to make her talk. The principal volunteered his home, a rambling ranch style house in a secluded section of town. Thanks to a large equipment bag provided by the PE teacher, they managed to transport the naked fifteen year old, who was securely tied hand and foot and gagged with her own bikinis, to the principal's car trunk where it was an easy matter to move the recalcitrant teen to his home.

       Word was that principal Nailer had been taken ill, but still was going to be working from home. What he neglected to tell his secretary, who knew what was going on, is that he'd be working on Tina Trutwat. He also asked her to pass the word that his home today and perhaps tonight, would be doubling as the detention site for this trampy slut. He was expecting those teachers who had difficulty today with this  tight-assed teaser to put in an appearance when classes were over.

       He chuckled when his secretary, who was a mean spinster who utterly hated this trampy teaser said that she had some paper work he needed to see before tomorrow. He told her to bring it over later and plan to stay for dinner as a reward for her troubles. Finally he called Mrs.Trutwat and informed the woman that Tina might be involved in drugs. She in turn pleaded with the principal to keep this matter a secret and encouraged him to take any action necessary to get to the bottom of things. At the use of the word "bottom", he began licking his lips. He had often wondered what it might feel like to give that cock-teasing, trampy slut a good old fashioned ass fucking. Today he was going to get his wish.

       He went to the garage where his car was parked and got the teen tramp from the trunk, which was a struggle that left her more than slightly bruised below the waist. It was one of those days in late May that provided a taste of what the summer would bring. The principal planned to have the teen out by the pool once he finished sodomizing her to show the tramp that she was in deep trouble and it was only going to get worse once the other teachers arrived to vent their spleens on her as well. He made the mistake of untying her ankles, rather than having to carry her to the back bedroom where he planned to take her anal cherry if such a thing still existed.

       Tina gave him a nasty kick that grazed his family jewels, and then tried to get around him and into the house. He took off after her and tackled the brunette sex bomb in the hallway, halfway to his planned destination. Furious over her attempt to escape as well as possibly doing some severe damage to his testicles, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out to the pool area. Her eyes got big when she realized that he was about to toss her partially bound body into the deep end of the pool.

       In she went and after a brief panicky struggle, she slipped below the surface and started her first descent to the bottom of the pool. Niles Nailer watched with enjoyment as she fought her way to the surface and  bicycled madly to keep her head above water. Soon she tired and once again went to the bottom, this time for a much longer period. By the time her head broke the surface, it was apparent that she was at the end of her strength and on the verge of drowning unless he got her out or into the shallow end of the pool. He found the long pole with the gaff at its end and managed to hook her,scraping away some flesh in the process. The principal took his own sweet time moving the water-logged tramp to the shallow end of the pool.

       Tina proved to be quite docile right up until his cock began to split her firm buns and probe that tight puckered entrance to her rectum. Her struggles were swiftly overcome as he put the girl into a choke hold, bringing back the fear associated with nearly drowning in the pool. She was tight, very tight, evidence that perhaps principal Nailer was the first to breach this area of her anatomy. He would not be the last before the evening was over. The gag was most effective, keeping her screaming muffled, but allowing him to enjoy the muted pleas as his cock burrowed deeper and deeper into her bowels. He unloaded a huge armada of wigglers that soon were swallowed up by her lower intestine, quickly ending their search for the magic egg they sought.

       He marched the naked teenager back out to the pool area, enjoying the way her ass cheeks twitched back and forth, revealing her gaping anus still oozing some of his jizz. He felt proud to have probably been the first one to nail her butthole. He wondered what his secretary and the other teachers would have planned for this miserable tramp. He could hardly wait. It took him some minutes to tie Tina to the chaise longue, face up without the protection of sunglasses. Her goodies were spread out for his pleasure, and quickly that curvy form developed a sheen of sweat as the sun beat down on her unprotected skin.

       It was his secretary who showed up first to have him look over some paperwork that she claimed needed his approval. He grinned and suggested she watch Tina while he went inside and read the documents. When he returned he discovered Tina's tongue lapping away at his secretary's hairy muff, as she guided the teen to all her hot spots and made sure Tina worshipped each properly before moving onto the next. Niles wondered if perhaps he might have enough energy left to reward his secretary for her loyalty and devotion to duty, not to mention the fact that this sharp-faced woman, pushing fifty, gave the best head he had ever experienced.

       Larry Merchant and Elizabeth Colson, the two teachers who had given Tina Trutwat detention, arrived together. The principal was pretty sure that there was nothing going on betwen these two, both  were married with a number of children. However he had observed that Mrs Colson had a temper that could be quite fierce if aroused, something that Tina had done today. Larry liked the young ones and he made no bones about wanting to get Tina under his thumb just once in his life. This was his opportunity.

       As the principal watched and smiled, the female teacher donned a pair of leather gloves. She flexed her hands to make sure they fit tightly and then she asked the secretary to get out of her way, which she did. Her first punch caught Tina just above her right eye, bouncing her head back against the longue. Her second blow flattened the teen's nose, but failed to break it. Then she stepped in and delivered a flurry of rapid, sharp punches to the side of Tina's head, turning her ears scarlet and swollen. The secretary observed that the teenager had no defense against these vicious blows and any more might cause some serious damage, the kind that could not be easily explained away, especially to the local police.

       The group of faculty members put their heads together and agreed that what they wanted to do to the brunette hottie was more of an indoor activity. The sun had already done a good job of turning her bare flesh to a nice shade of red, and little more would be gained by keeping her out in the open. However the principal could not resist having Tina thrown into the deep end of the pool so she could do her bicycle pumping act and see how much pool water she could swallow before she passed out.  A good time was had by all as the sun burned brunette desperately struggled to keep her head above water and soon failed. Three times she surfaced, spewing water from her nostrils and mouth on the last ascension. Then they watched and slowly counted to ten, twice, before using the hook to fish her from the pool, cold and pale, her eyes vacant, lips now turned a dark shade of blue.

       While the teachers tried to revive Tina, Niles Nailer put in a call to Tess Trutwat to appraise her of the situation and give her the option to attend the detention session as an observer. She jumped at the chance, even asking if she could participate. The principal said he'd discuss the matter with those teachers involved in Tina's disciplining, and have an answer by the time she got over to his place. While he was speaking to Tina's mother, the teen was being forced to enjoy a hot shower, in fact it was more like a scalding. They'd dumped her unconscious body into the shower stall, turned on the hot water and blocked the door so she couldn't escape. It didn't take long before she was screaming and pounding on the door.

       The party moved to the bedroom as soon as Tina was dried off and her hands again tied behind her back. The trampy teen blanched at the sight of Ms. Adams, the principal's secretary, and Mrs Colson wearing strap-on dildos. She tried to escape, but Larry and the principal easily overcame her. For the better part of half an hour the two ladies took turns skewering her pussy with their hard rubber tools, slamming them into the teen's cunt with powerful strokes and displaying a great deal of familiarity with how these toys should be used.  At home Elizabeth used hers to keep her mousy husband on the straight and narrow, while Ms. Adams, who went both ways, enjoyed being the one on top in any lesbian relationship.

       The women took a break and Larry,the other teacher, finally got his chance to nail the teenaged slut that he had lusted after for nearly the entire school year. Tina was too exhausted from what she had been through since her arrival, to offer any serious resistance when the teacher buried his rock hard cock into her sore, overstretched cunt and began giving her a pounding that was impressive. Urged on by the shouted suggestions from the others, he gave a virtuoso performance, making the teen's tits bounce in rhythm to the hammer-like strokes he delivered to her sore slot. He capped his effort by pulling out and forcing his twitching, throbbing dick into the teen's mouth, then proceeded to flood it with his cum. Tina coughed and gagged, managing to get some of the hot fuck sauce down the wrong pipe and spewing part of it from her nostrils, much to the delight of the onlookers.

       Tess Trutwat made her entrance a few minutes after the ladies had resumed their dildo raping of Tina. The dyed blonde's eyes widened as she took in the scene. They had made a sandwich of her daughter, one beneath her, her strap-on buried to the hilt in the teen's asshole, the other pounding away inside her dripping cunt with short, powerful strokes that forced grunts from the teen. While she watched, fascinated by what was going on before her, Niles Nailer was checking out her plumpish body featuring a very nice set of tits and the kind of ass that he enjoyed kissing, licking and biting. He wasted little time moving in on his prey.

       While the teachers were finishing off the trampy teaser, the principal was getting to know Tina's mother. She proved most amenable to his suggestions for her daughter's rehabilitation, and to a further meeting with him under less stressing conditions. He apologized for not being able to have her participate in this detention session, but he guaranteed there would be many more opportunities, and she was certainly welcome.

       "Mrs. Trutwat, we are embarking on a long and arduous challenge that will require your full cooperation. From now on, Tina will be tested for drugs every morning by the school nurse. She will be strip searched for drugs in her possession at least during one of her classes in front of her fellow students, as an example of what might happen to them if they became involved with drugs. She will be under strict discipline, and any deviations from school rules and regulations will be sternly dealt with immediately after classes end. These however are only stop-gap measures. What will make or break this struggle between her and drugs is two months this summer at what I call my boot camp for drug users. I'll go over the details and provide you an estimate of what such a stint will cost the next time we meet. I know from your letter that you are as dedicated to your daughter's future well-being as we at Arnold Palmer High. I look forward to a long and fruitful relationship with you and your daughter."

       As he smiled and noted that Mrs.Trutwat was hanging on every word, his mind was turning over rapidly. With any kind of luck he could be bedding this plump pigeon in no time at all. However getting her to fork over the money necessary to stash the little tramp in his "boot" camp would be another story unless he played his cards carefully. It looked like the nurse,who once dealt cards at a casino, was going to have to find a few more baggies on his favorite troublemaker.

                                                                    (Finis - rolf palsy)

                                          Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 3

                                               Teen Tit Princess

       Picked up this hot-holed TTP (Teen Tit Princess), and had been having a grand time humiliating and brain washing this awesome tit monster. This kid was only 15, although she originally told me she was 19, and she already taped out at 37D.  Put that together with a 26 waist and an ass that rounds off at a solid 38, and you have the makings of a teen, sex-meat bomb even if she did have a big nose, never shaved her pussy or armpits and wore thick glasses. What's even wilder is that she had a younger sister who turned 13 a few months ago and this pocket pussy measured an impressive 35C-25-34, and was still growing. 

       According to the TTP, her name is Maxine, in the last month the younger sister had already been broken in by her stepfather as well as a couple of uncles and cousins, all of whom swear that she's the best piece of ass since they fucked the oldest sister. This was one of their stepfather's last fuck-ups before Maxine's mother divorced him on the grounds of failing to exercise his marital responsibilities. As an aside Maxine never volunteered where dear old stepdad and the rest of the male members of the family ranked her. This was another useful piece of information that I used to not only get her under my thumb, but keep her there until something better came along to whet my appetite.

       It got even better when I discovered that her older sister was getting divorced from her current husband on the same grounds as her mother used, failure to properly exercise his marital responsibilities, that is to say that he wasn't fucking her enough. I wonder if this is a family trait when it came to keeping the children and their mom happy in the sack. According to the kid, even on the honeymoon  the best the older sister ever got was one long day when he managed to get it up three times for her. For the next two days he rested from his labors and had her sleep in another room of their suite. Currently the older sister is "only" getting it around ten times a week from her three other cocksmen who nail her on average about three times a week each, depending on when they can get away from their wives and girlfriends.

       For the life of me I can't understand why hubby isn't delivering, but there is probably more to this than I'm getting from Maxine. Megan, that's the sister's name, is well on her way to becoming a BBW, but her 42DDs sure make up for a lot of extra poundage. I've seen nude pictures of her and she sure gets me hard, especially since she keeps her pussy shaved smooth, and is only maybe twenty pounds overweight. I hear that fucking her is like riding in a brand new Cadillac with heavy duty shocks and springs. With a little luck I'm hoping to take her out for a test drive one of these days real soon.

       There's more, believe it or not, her mother, the ultimate source of all this tit meat. Mom is in her late forties and wears a 44DD bra! Like all women who married for money, not love, she gave up fucking her first husband in her late thirties because he wasn't interested in nailing her any longer. From then on she started developing a gut and plenty of cellulite to decorate her big ass. After two more failed marriages, mom is headed toward becoming a dedicated lesbian in her old age. She has two female lovers, both much younger and on the skinny side.

       They keep her busy most evenings, but she still puts out regularly for her first husband's closest friends as her way of spiting him. That indicated to me that she was not exactly thrilled by having her last two husbands nailing her three daughters but ignoring her when it came to doing the nasty. I was bound and determined to add mom to my collection of senior big titters. The thought of banging mom and her three daughters, all at the same session, was my favorite wet dream.

       The first "date" I had with the princess wound up in my place and I kept her busy the entire night. By the time I was finished with her she had a layer of dried cum that covered her huge rack, and branched out to her neck and down to her belly from some of the later loads that didn't have the power to shoot straight to the target. Despite the fact that her hands were tied behind her back as a precaution to prevent her from leaving before I was through with her, she managed to keep her panties on until I had that phone conversation with her mother.  Up until I talked to her mom, it was a challenge to not roll them down and dry fuck her after one of my mammoth blasts had coated her big tits with a mound of goo, but I was a good boy and richly rewarded on our next date when she gave it up over and over and over, that hairy cunt swallowing every drop of hot cum I pumped into her.

       On that first "date" I made her phone her mom to tell her where she was and what was happening to her. I even had a chat with the woman while her myopic daughter practiced her blowjob technique on my spent cock. We got along just fine, especially when I told mom that the kid was still wearing her underpants and would continue to just as long as she kept sucking my cock whenever I needed her mouth. Mom got a kick out of that and asked how old I was. I lied and told her I was thirty; she was more than impressed. Then she pitched me, saying that a man of my age should have someone a little more mature and able to give him exactly what he needed anytime he needed it.

       That's when she mentioned her oldest daughter Megan, who was getting a divorce and would need plenty of good cock to tide her over before she landed another husband. I told her I thought this daughter would fill the bill with a little instruction. That's when mom told me she was only 15. That stopped me cold for a second. Then I informed her that her underage daughter was about to get the spanking of her young life and maybe more unless she was real nice to me. Mom wished me lots of luck, saying that her jewish american princess (JAP)  was a major cock teaser and ball buster. I told her to call back in a few minutes so she could listen to me whaling on her daughter's bare ass.

       Off came the kid's panties, and despite her whining I jammed them into her yap, and used some adhesive tape from the bathroom cabinet to seal them inside her lying mouth, nineteen indeed! This lying prick teaser was about to have her ass turned into a set of purple loaves. Mom called back anxious to hear how things turned out. For the next ten minutes I beat her daughter's butt until my hand hurt. I gave mom a running account of how her daughter's ass cheeks jiggled with every whack and the way those big buns started to change color as more and more blood vessels burst.

       I could hear some strange sounds in the background and finally got old mom to admit that she was jilling herself to the sounds of the spanking I was giving her kid. When I told her that the only reason I wasn't going to cornhole her cock teasing daughter was my dick was worn out from all the sucking she did, mom had a huge orgasm and the phone went dead.

       I gave the kid car fare and sent her on her way, figuring that was the last I'd ever hear from her. Two nights later she was knocking at my door. She tried being cute, saying that her mother was really teed off at me for giving her that terrible beating, and announcing that if she decided to stay over with me tonight, her mother would call later on to check on how she was. I showed her the door and she stood there, mouth open and hands outstretched.

       This kid was too unsophisticated for words, and I decided to take full advantge of it. I ordered her to take off all her clothes and make it quick or I'd toss her out on her bruised ass. When the teen stripped down she revealed some mighty sexy underwear, a pair of tight sheer bikinis that fit like a second skin and called, no screamed, for her freshly shaved cunt to be noticed. The bra was the same way, stretched to its limit, sheer and outlining her fat tits. Soon they too joined the rest of the clothing on the floor. I then marched her into the bedroom for a major fuck session.

       She didn't make a peep when I tied her hands to the top posts. All I heard from her when I proceeded to pull her legs back and tie her ankles to the same posts was a few grunts. I slapped her butt and asked her if she was on the pill. She said no and I laughed. "Guess I'll have to use your asshole until my sperm count drops." She got big eyes and I warned her that I'd take the skin off her ass if she made any type of fuss. To make her worry even more I hinted that maybe I'd prefer porking her mom, since for a teen, she was such a wussy cunt. That shut her up and after she sucked me to rock hardness, I corkscrewed my thick cock up her tight asshole as she moaned and groaned every inch of the way.

       When her mother called, I was in the middle of drilling out her asshole for the third time, and that didn't include the blowjob that drained another load from my hard working nut sack. I let mom listen in as my cock made squishing noises as it moved in and out of her daughter's shit chute. Then I put the teen on the horn and picked up the pace as she tried to talk to her mother who must have been getting off at what she was hearing and imagining. I was pounding that kid's shitter like there was no tomorrow and she was beginning to moan between sentences as she tried her best to assure her mom that everything was just fine. Then I took over the phone and had the kid do a little ass to mouth while I chatted with her mother. As I suspected, the woman was hot and bothered. She begged for the gory details and I could hear her strumming her fat clit like she was playing the uke.

       So I gave her a blow by blow description of how many times I had filled the kid's crapper with big loads of cum. Then I casually mentioned how she was currently sucking her shit off my cock and swallowing like a good little whore before I started slam fucking that loosened butthole for another round. That's when mom told me that if I was a good boy and didn't knock up her daughter, she'd volunteer to get my sperm count down so I could date the older tit princess and not worry about which hole to use. It was during this little chat that I discovered that Megan, the oldest was 18, which came as a distinct shock. In fact she went one step further and volunteered her home for our next fuckfest, with her as witness and fluffer.

       I countered by asking if she'd mind taping the session so I could sell copies to the overseas market. She said that was acceptable provided I split the profits three ways between her, me and Megan.  I laughed and said I wanted sixty-five percent and she could split up the rest as she saw fit. She floored me by replying that it was a deal provided I scheduled her for at least two sessions of super hot sex every week for the next two months. I said one, plus another that included Maxine. That's when she mentioned that her oldest daughter was perhaps the best fuck in the entire family and perhaps I'd like to check her pussy and asshole out and make up my mind on whether she might fit into the sex sessions as well.

       A couple of days later I was drilling Megan's asshole, while her mom, wearing only a pair of bikinis and a big smile checked out the action as my cock worked away widening her daughter's asshole and part of her colon. Monica, her mother, I couldn't keep track of all those names beginning with M, was rubbing her crotch, which was soaked to the point that I could count every pubic hair. I had to admit that when it came to tits, she really had a set. Those bags of fun were definitely 44DDs and they didn't show that much sag, all things considered. I was like a small boy in a candy store with a twenty dollar bill in his hand. Megan's colon was doing a great job of wrapping around my dick and based on the blissful look on her face, she was either enjoying the hell out of what was happening to her butthole, or was having a four star sex fantasy.

       I shifted into another gear and mom's eyes got real big. I gave her a wink and poured the coal to her daughter. My mind was already working on ideas involving the two of them and yours truly; ideas that were focused on the here and now. Megan groaned and began pushing her pussy up to match the speed of the strokes I was delivering to her loosening asshole. I was pleased with myself for insisting that she be properly restrained while I did her ass. This way I could concentrate on doing a good job of it without worrying about her trying to fight me off.

       Monica decided to get into the act and soon had her index finger buried up the hilt in my asshole as she searched for my prostate. She found it and soon my cock was just a blur as the additional stimulation from that knowing finger kicked me up another gear. Blast-off followed shortly and it felt as if my balls were shrinking from all the boiling jizz I was fire hosing into the teen's clutching asshole. At that moment I was determined that Monica was not getting out of the bedroom until I buried the bone in every hole she possessed. I wondered if she'd let me tie her up like her kid. I can't help it, but having a big titted babe in bondage while I'm fucking her brains out is my thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not yet into heavy discipline or sadism, but I do confess that I have my little kinks.

       I feigned exhaustion, but announced to Monica that she had turned me on so much I had to have her before this session was officially over. I suggested that she and her daughter get busy and see what they could do about getting my equipment back into working order. Monica took it hook, line and sinker, moving quickly for one her size and taking over things. Megan, her hands still tied behind her back, was rolled into position between my thighs. She was dead tired from all the punishment my hard dick had doled out to her insides, but willing since she wasn't going to be the stickee any more today.

       Mom whipped off her soaked bikinis and squatted over my face before slowly lowering her plump, closely cropped pussy down over my face. I helped matters by extending my tongue, which she used as a guide to help center her dripping twat onto my mouth, burying my nose between her plump ass cheeks. The next thing I felt was her hand closing tightly around my semi-hard cock. At her command, Megan began applying her suctioning mouth to the head of my dick while her mom gave it some gentle stroking in and out of that warm, wet grotto that her daughter's lips guarded.

       Monica moved her cunt up and down my face, signaling me to get busy tonguing her twat. I cupped her big, bouncy buns in the palms of my hands and got busy giving her some triple tonguing action and then sucking all the pussy juice I could from that oozing slot. I'll never exactly understand why I did what I did, but it got some amazing results. Those meaty cheeks were getting to me big time. On a whim I locked my mouth to her butthole and started suctioning for all I was worth. I could feel her sphincter opening and shutting like the mouth of an octopus. I managed to worm my tongue up into her rectal area; it tasted fine. Evidently Monica was one of those fastidious women who paid close attention to all aspects of her personal hygience, lucky for me.

       Two things happened at once, and they both were good. Monica took command of my cock, jacking and sucking it for all she was worth. Her meaty buns began bouncing and bucking, forcing even more of my stiff tongue into her rectum. It sounds almost disgusting but nothing could be further from the truth. I don't know how long this went on, but after a time my dick was getting amazingly hard. From there Monica took the next step, humming as she tongue fucked the head of my throbbing cock. By now I was almost totally crazy to get at her asshole. I almost ruptured something when I tried to do a dead lift of that big round body in order to begin warping her asshole and surrounding environs.

       Monica let out a whoop and rolled onto her back, giving me a chance to mount her. I rammed my dick into her surprisingly tight pussy and was rewarded by the way that twat enveloped my shaft. I pumped and she moaned. I pumped harder and she moaned louder. I switched gears and plowed a new furrow into that butter smooth fuck tunnel and she started singing what sounded like the national anthem. I was in fuck heaven. We were like a couple who had been going at it every night for the past forty years. We knew each others moves like we were a pair of mindreaders.

       Monica gave up every hole she had and I gratefully accepted every one. Somehow my cock remained stiff and able to function despite all the contortions and exertion that was required to get Monica to finally beg for me to give her face a good coating of my hot cum. At the time I was buried about five feet deep in her asshole, and sure that the head of my cock was about to poke out of her navel any second. I yanked it out, took dead aim and started spurting. I was smart enough to try point blank range, knowing full well that the spirit was willing, but the prostate was swollen to its limit. She moved her face from side to side in order to get an even coating of my watery cum. Then she opened wide and engulfed my tired warrior including whatever had been removed from her lower intestines by its excavating. It didn't matter,we were in lust. I remember glancing over to Megan who had the goofiest smile I'd ever seen plastered all over her face. She recognized that her mom had at last found the perfect lover/husband, except for one small problem, her youngest, Miriam, the 13 year-old pocket pussy.

       I didn't have long to fret about that little problem. Monica put on a full court press on yours truly, and kept me well screwed. As an extra added attraction I was also matched against her and either Megan or Maxine, which were usually routs since trying to handle two pussies with one dick was folly unless you resorted to a handful of those little blue pills, which was not my way. Finally we had a little heart to heart and the subject was her youngest, the pocket pussy, who was still hovering just out of range. Monica was all for tying the knot and living happily ever after as I boffed her brains out day and night, and occasionally helped out her two older teens if no suitable cock was in the offing. Talking about the little one was verboten.

       You can  imagine the shock it was to come around one evening to discover that Miriam was filling in for her mother, who had to go visit a sick aunt. I won't go into any of the details but everything I'd heard about this bundle of fuckmeat was true. She was a natural when it came to sex. Miriam's blowjobs were not the kind you got from a skilled practioner of the art. They were however original and enthusiastic. She loved to swallow, something rare in women twice her age. Her pussy was like a churn filled with warm butter, and that tight butthole was one hell of a challenge to penetrate, but well worth the effort. Her skin  was smooth, her pussy mouth bald as a cueball and made for serious oral action. Miriam's tits were still growing and they were so firm you could balance wine glasses on them. Trying to imagine what she'd look like in another few years was nearly impossible to forecast, but it was going to be phenomenal.

       So it was that the last obstacle to wedded bliss was overcome on Monica's bed, despite the fact that she was elsewhere doing her business. I did give my bride-to-be a little static and a mild spanking about the sick aunt, making her confess to the fact that she was servicing two of her first husband's friends that night in another of her revenge fuck sessions that would continue even after we were married. I hardly noticed since I always had backup, one or more of her three daughters.

       Our wedding was small and very private. The honeymoon was another story entirely. I still remember the shocked look on the clerk's face as we checked into our honeymoon suite. He damned near wet his pants when he realized that we were a party of five. You guessed it, Monica insisted that her three daughters accompany us on our honeymoon to continue the bonding that would guarantee that our union would be strong and permanent. The same clerk checked us out and he smirked when he saw what was left of me. I had lost ten pounds, was pale as a ghost and looked as if I was dehydrated. All I needed was a wheelchair, which the airline provided to take me to the plane for our flight home.

                                                                     (Finis-rolf palsy)

                               Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 4

                               Teacher Knows Best

       Up until her mother's untimely death, Abigail Anderson led a fairly normal life. The 17 year-old high school junior was an average student, considered by most of her teachers to be a bit too shy for her own good, and had just begun to get interested in the opposite sex. She dressed conservatively and was an obedient child. There was another side to this young lady that she kept hidden from her friends and parents. This alter ego started to grow in strength once Abigail's world contracted to include only her and her father, Evan.

       He did not seem as devastated over the loss of his wife of twenty-four years as she was. A month after her funeral Evan began dating, something that shocked his daughter to her very core. She had no way of knowing that things between her parents had cooled considerably over the last five years. Worse still many of the women he dated were almost the exact opposite of his former wife. The teenager was appalled at this unexpected turn of events, but did not know how to approach the subject. Abigail's school work suffered to the point that her father had to meet with her home room teacher to discuss the situation. That meeting resulted in Evan beginning to date this woman.

       The teacher in question, Anne Hathaway, was in her thirties, dark, slim, with features that were striking. She rarely smiled, but her relationship with her students was considered to be quite normal and even handed. Whatever attracted her to Evan remained a mystery to his daughter until she began to visit him in their home. These visits developed quickly into overnight affairs, scandalizing the young lady who had no idea how to deal with this invasion of her home and privacy by her teacher. Things came to a head quickly, and a new phase of Abigail's life began.

       One friday evening the teenager awoke from a bad dream featuring herself and Anne arguing over who should be sleeping with her father. The teacher was naked and Abigail found herself becoming very attracted to this dark haired woman with pert, stiff-nippled breasts and a patch of pubic hair that symbolized her power over Evan. The girl was mortified to realize that her cotton panties were soaked with her juices. Although she dressed conservatively, Abigail slept only in a pair of cotton or lollipop panties, a holdover from when she was very young. She hopped from her bed and without thinking headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. Still not totally aware of her surroundings, Abigail didn't connect the closed door and the light being on within to the fact that it might be occupied. She pushed open the door and stood there transfixed.

       Anne Hathaway looked up from what she was doing and stared at the sleepy-eyed young lady wearing only a pair of little girl's panties soaked at the crotch, who stood in the threshold gawking at her. The teen had interrupted the teacher in the middle of douching, not the best way to make a good first impression on your teacher and potential stepmother. Anne recovered her composure much more quickly than the girl and took the high ground immediately.

       "This better be good young lady. As you can plainly see, I'm doing my best to prevent Evan from becoming a father. Why are you here, and why are you wearing those ridiculous underpants?"

        Then squinting for effect, Anne dropped the hammer.

       "Did you have an accident or was it one of those juicy dreams that all young ladies your age seem to have fairly regularly? Was your boyfriend getting ready to deflower you, or was it even better? Let's see, perhaps you were the prize and a host of sex-crazed young studs were fighting it out among themselves for the honor of bedding you. I always liked it when I had that dream."

       As the teacher spoke, Abigail's face went from pale to bright red. How in the world did this woman know what she had just dreamed? Then she looked down at the incriminating evidence which had widened since she became first aware of it, and blurted out a plea for the woman not to tell her father about this meeting. Anne seemed to have forgotten all about the presence of this intruder into what was a private and highly personal procedure. She squeezed the bottle once more and sighed as she felt the rush of the solution washing away the great majority of what Evan had deposited within her body during their latest tryst. She sized up the shaking teenager and could not resist sending her to the bottom with a final salvo of words.

       "That father of yours not only has a big dick, but he's damned near insatiable. You sure are lucky I came along when I did or perhaps he'd be trying to nail you to the mattress instead of me. Because of those frumpy clothes you wear to school, I never knew that you had such a nice body. I envy those tits, but you need to do some exercise to keep the flab from forming around your midsection. Turn around so I can get a look at your caboose."

       That did it, and Abigail Anderson fled from the bathroom and retreated to her bedroom to regroup and wait until that terrible mindreader of a woman returned to seducing her father. She cleaned herself off as best she could under the circumstances and tried to clear her head of all that had transpired in that brief encounter. No matter how she tried, she still remembered the sight of Anne Hathaway's perfectly smooth vulva revealing her raw, crimson colored outer labia, blood bloated from what she and Evan had been doing previously. She never did get back to the bathroom that night, falling asleep in a fresh pair of lollipop panties and having a series of dreams that she had a very difficult time recalling the next morning.

       She did a good job of avoiding any contact with Anne or her father for most of the day, helped by the fact that when they weren't in the bedroom making the bedsprings creak continuously for inordinate lengths of time, they were out of the house, probably doing other things that would have shocked and disturbed her. Late in the afternoon Abigail's luck ran out, and it was painfully apparent that Anne had shared the story of their brief encounter last night in the bathroom. Things deteriorated further when a smiling Anne Hathaway presented the teen with a gift consisting of a half dozen pair of bikini panties. The teen's face got beet red when the teacher went so far as to suggest that she model one of them for her father, who according to her had not seen his daughter in her underwear for at least seven or eight years. Abigail lost her head and hurled the gift at the teacher and fled from the room.

       She was trying to calm down when the door to her room flew open and her angry father entered. She could not believe her ears when he ordered her to undress and prepare for the spanking of her life. She sat there frozen, not knowing how to react to what he had just told her. The next thing she knew he had grabbed her by the shoulders and started to shake the life out of her. He put his contorted face close to hers and warned her that he'd tear her clothes off if she didn't get busy taking them off. The nearly hysterical school girl got up and with shaking hands began to unbutton and unzip until she was down to her full cut white panties and matching bra.

       Anne made her entrance at this point and watched bemused as Abigail was forced to remove the last vestige of covering from her body. Evan let out a whistle when her breasts popped from the cups of her bra. Anne once more reiterated her jealousy over what the teen was showing, but Evan would have none of it, claiming that his daughter was nothing but a child in a woman's body and didn't know the first thing about making any man happy. That remark cut her to the quick, especially since it was true. It was utterly mortifying, coming from her father.

       Things got even worse when she went over her father's knee and he began pounding her bare bottom with his firm hand, all the while his girlfriend stood to the side and licked her lips as she watched his big hand pummel and punish her soft buttocks. The teen struggled and wailed from the pain and the situation she found herself in. Then she noticed something even more horrifying; her father's cock had begun to harden and was beginning to poke into her plump belly flesh. He continued to brutally punish his daughter, all the time his erection growing stiffer. Then in mid-spank he lost it and dumped his load, bringing a peal of laughter from the dark-haired woman, who knew immediately what had happened.

       Evan leaped up, dumping his naked daughter unceremoniously to the floor. He was livid and it was only through Anne's intercession that the teen was saved from a much more savage beating at his hands. She enticed him from the room and as they exited, Anne looked back at the blubbering school girl and nodded her head, a motion that confused Abigail no end. It made more sense when the teacher returned to her room about twenty minutes later. They had a little heart to heart talk that revealed that the romance between Evan and Anne was moving at an accelerated rate. Her father had considered her refusal of Anne's gift and the impolite way that she did it, grounds for the spanking he gave her. Ruefully Abigail had to agree. Anne suggested that they move to the bathroom so she could survey the damage to the teen's tush and treat it.

       The examination got quite personal and soon Abigail was moaning as the teacher's lips moved over her swollen butt cheeks, kissing away the pain. They didn't stop there, but continued to encircle her bare body until they reached the hairy mouth of her cunt. Anne laughingly teased the girl about her pubic hair, which she usually allowed to run wild for months at a time. The brunette observed that Evan liked his women to be hairless down below, then added that she liked her women to be young, the hair was only an incidental issue. She proved it by lapping away at Abigail's pubic hair until it was matted and easily parted by her knowing tongue. Quickly she penetrated into the girl's dripping cunt and Abigail shivered and shook, having never known such feelings as were now being generated by Anne's tongue and lips.

       Afterwards they took a nice long shower together that seemed to melt away any pain and bad feelings the teenager had for Anne and her father. Abigail knelt and did her best to reciprocate for the pleasure that the teacher had brought to her. To her delight Anne told her that she had great potential in this arena and it would be most enjoyable for her to teach her willing pupil. She also took the opportunity to chide the girl concerning her lack of enthusiasm for schoolwork.

       For the rest of that magic weekend Anne shuttled back and forth between the bedrooms of Evan and his daughter, choosing to spend the night with Evan, which troubled the teen until the next morning when Anne crawled into bed with her and brought her to a marvelous orgasm . What a way to start the day thought Abigail. At the teacher's suggestion the teenager made a grand entrance to the breakfast table wearing only a smile and a pair of her new bikini panties that left nothing to the imagination and revealed her freshly shaven vulva which captured her father's attention immediately. As she told Anne before the dark haired woman applied the cream to her vulva and prepared to make the girl appear child-like once more, now everyone in the household would be satisifed. The look she got from Anne just made her day. It also helped that the teacher took the libertyof licking off the remnants of the shaving cream once she was done denuding the teen's bush.

       Later on that day she was allowed to enter her father's bedroom and observe him making love to Anne. The size of his erection was most impressive, even a bit daunting for a virgin such as Abigail. Evan observed upon recovering from the excesses of the flesh that his daughter's presence had intensified his feelings toward both of the females. Anne joked that Evan was really just interested in having someone in bed who had a good set of tits and a shaved pussy. The school girl blushed scarlet at that comment, but secretly was happy to know that she was appealing to her father as a sexual being now. She could hardly wait for the moment when his huge cock split her cunt lips and foraged deep inside her boiling hot cunt.

       That night after dinner they made a sandwich of Evan, flanking him as they watched one of his secret stash of porn films, another revelation to his daughter. She and Anne drove him to distraction, playing with his hard cock as they stared at the naked figures doing all sorts of acrobatics as they boffed their partners as if there was no tomorrow. Abigail became so aroused that she clambered onto Evan and faced him with a big grin as Anne rubbed the head of his cock against the teen's bikini covered crotch until he came all over his daughter's belly and soaked most of her new bikini panties as well. His eyes popped when Anne went down on his daughter and began sucking up his cooling cum that decorated her almost naked body.

       Not too much later Anne suggested that the trio get to bed because tomorrow was a school day for the two of them. The girl didn't know how to handle the invitation, if that is what it was. So she just followed Anne's lead and soon wound up on Evan's bed. The next thing she knew her father and Anne were taking turns eating our her dripping pussy that never had been so wet as it was tonight. Anne made a total pig of herself and managed to get Abigail off, presenting a challenge to Evan. He rose to the occasion and had her begging for his cock in a matter of a few minutes as Anne watched and urged the couple to get it on.

       It was then that Evan discovered that his erection had disappeared while he was preparing to penetrate his daughter for her very first time. No amount of oral and hand action by both females could bring him to anything resembling what Anne typically got when they went at it. Then the teacher proved just how resourceful and sophisticated she was. She donned a strap-on dildo that she had placed in one of the bed tables. It might not have been Evan, but it did the trick and the teenager went off like a rocket, leaving her father a bit depressed over his failure to provide her with what she wanted from him.

       Anne did not return until midweek, having a few social obligations to fulfull. Abigail spent a dreadful three days trying to avoid her father who made it very easy for her to do. Finally the trio was once more united and that night Anne pulled another rabbit out of the hat. She had discussed the matter with Evan in advance so there would be no unpleasant surprises. Wearing still another one of the gift panties from Anne, the teen assisted her teacher in binding her father by his wrists and ankles to the corners of the king size bed that would soon become a happy hunting ground for the three of them.

       It took some time, but finally the combination of the girl's dripping cunt glued to her father's mouth, and Anne's relentless slurping of his cock as if there was no tomorrow, had the desired effect, an impressive erection. Now the trick was to get it into his daughter without any significant loss of rigidity. Once, twice and then a third time his cock was coaxed closer and closer to Abigail's aching cunt, slavering for the magic touch of his hard dick docking inside her super wet fuck tunnel.

       Anne had made the teen use more than enough lubrication to handle a cock much larger than the above average size of Evan's. On the fourth attempt, the teacher planted her crotch onto his face and began grinding it up and down, nearly smothering him . That was enough for him to break his concentration on doing his best not to hurt his daughter when he penetrated her.  At a signal from Anne, Abigail took a deep breath and pounced, sliding her gushing gash down with such force that his entire cock was swallowed up between her swollen cunt lips.

       "We have liftoff" Anne intoned with a broad grin on her face. Liftoff it was, and with a full payload to boot. The teen rode the pogo stick that was her father's stiff cock with reckless abandon for a virgin taking her first ride on the pony. She rode her father at a brisk canter around the park and then over the hedges, where he lost the first load of many that they managed to wring from him that long evening. Both females were in seventh heaven over the success they all had experienced that night. Two nights  later it was Abigail's turn to be tighty bound to the bed so she could be ravaged by the two adults. She was spared nothing.

       Because Anne's strap-on meant she effectively possessed a stiff cock that never got soft, there was an almost continuous assault on Abigail's tight teen twat. Be that as it may, the teen discovered that there was nothing like a stiff, live cock doing the deed for maximum pleasure. Since that wonderful live cock also belonged to her father, it was a double barreled thrill every time he brought her to orgasm. She also learned that no man however gifted could ever kiss like a knowledgeable, loving woman. It seemed that no matter what else was going on, there always was a cock or pussy requiring her oral attention. She did her best to be of service, but as the hours rolled by, her tongue began to get numb and her lips became bruised and chapped from all the friction that was developed by those demanding sex organs.

       She remembered her original distaste for Anne licking her sweaty armpits and suckling her swollen nipples, moving back and forth like a metronome. Evan meanwhile was working three or even four fingers into that swampy mess that was her cunt. Then the first orgasm rumbled through her bare, bound body with a force that made her strain against her bonds as she howled to the heavens. That was just before her sopping wet bikinis were rudely shoved into her mouth and a voice ordered her to shush or be tickled to death.

       Then there were those cool fingers searching out her sweet spots, inducing more of those awesome spasms that felt at times to be tearing her into pieces. Even Evan got into the act, using his powerful fingers to coax the little man in the boat out from its hiding place so it could be squeezed and even bitten until another thunderbolt of pure sexual heat fried her insides. By the time the two adults were finished draining the teen of almost every drop of moisture in her meaty form, she was almost catatonic and could make no further response as she lay in a pool of sweat generated by the trio, as well as a lake of pussy juice that had issued from her gaping cunt through most of the session. Abigail slept until midafternoon.

       A month into summer she witnessed the marriage of Evan Anderson to Anne Hathaway. She even escorted them on their honeymoon as an acting member of the wedding. They used her to their advantage night and day. Abigail could never do enough for her new parents, despite the fact that they did behave like selfish pigs on occasion, which Anne claimed was their right now that they both were responsible for her upbringing. They would teach her many new tricks that could not be found in any educational curriculum, and she proved to be an apt pupil.

                                                                 (Finis - rolf palsy)        

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 5

                           Juiced-Up Teen  (part 1of 2)

       The head doctor on the staff of the Institute for Advanced Sexuality listened carefully to the Institute's newest client. His corporation was high up on the Fortune 500 and the net worth of this mover and shaker was in the five billion plus category, the kind of client that was highly sought by the Institute's board of directors. The doctor took copious notes as the man described his frustrations with his sixteen year-old daughter, who was enrolled in an exclusive private school for ladies and not doing well at all.

       "At her age the family expects her to be a sex-crazed tramp, raising hell and causing all sorts of problems for the family. Instead she's bookish, introverted and doesn't know that pussy she has can be used for more than just passing urine. Her mother, who at her age was already taking it in every hole from half the family, and loving every minute of it, is naturally distraught. Her aunt at that age was institutionalized for nymphomania and we had a most difficult time getting her released so she could continue sexually satisfying a number of branches of our extended family. The Kramer women have this trait in them that makes them sex-crazed fuck machines, and we love them for it. Now along comes this mouse of a girl and she is bringing disgrace on my wife and myself in particular. We are being reduced to using our close relatives: nieces, aunts, cousins and even some of the more attractive servants to perform the duties that should already have become her responsibility. We need help from you and we need it quickly!"

       The subject of his conversation was in her room at school doing what she usually did right after classes, masturbate for at least one-hour straight, no breaks, just good old down and dirty clit strumming until the mat beneath her spread thighs was soaked with pussy juice. Mandy Kramer may have appeared to be an icicle when it came to matters of sex, but in actuality she was dedicated to self-love, her dirty little secret. Unbeknownst to her, all that was about to change dramatically.

       The following week, much to her surprise and annoyance, Mandy Kramer was being processed as the latest patient to be admitted to the Institute for Advanced Sexuality. She did not make it easy on the staff, but they were old hands at this, and before too long the pale teen found herself sitting on the padded floor of a very tiny cell, naked and secured within a strait jacket that was so tight she had difficulty in drawing a deep breath. Over the next two days the teen was fed only once and given water sparingly, always at the end of one of her serial rape sessions. She'd handle perhaps four or five grinning orderlies per session, who enjoyed defiling her boyish body and making disparaging comments about her figure and lack of sexual sophistication.

       On the third day she was visited by a female physician who checked her well used cunt with more than passing interest. The woman then began to ask her a series of very embarrassing questions, all of which she refused to answer. Mandy lost her composure and threatened the doctor with dire consequences if she didn't contact her father immediately so she could be released from this madhouse. That ended the interview. About an hour later two smiling orderlies took her from the small cell, raising the girl's hopes that she was about to be freed.

       You can imagine her horror when she was escorted to a large tiled room and left in the care of three heavy-set nurses who proceeded to administer one huge enema after another until the patient was totally exhausted from voiding them. The last one was a killer. It had an additive that created large amounts of gas, intensifying the pressure on her roiling intestines. Even worse, while she lay on the floor, her belly bloated and waves of pain coursing through her trembling body, one of the nurses fisted her as she sobbed and pleaded for mercy, but got none.

       Mandy was returned to her cell and shortly thereafter received another visit from the rape gang. Another day was spent without any contact except for the orderlies who did their best to keep her entertained by filling her cunt with hard cock. To Mandy this was no big deal. At home, before she escaped to the safety and quietude of her private school, she was subjected quite frequently to this sort of  behavior from various family members, both male and female. She was truly astonished to discover that almost every female member of the family possessed a strap-on dildo or a vibrator, which they used with great skill on themselves as well as her. All this sex nonsense left her cold then, and things had not improved much since.

       A much paler and weaker Mandy Kramer was marched, still wearing only that tight fitting strait jacket, to the offices of the physician who had been assigned her case. Kate Wesley had a sex drive that was astonishing. To many of her peers, she was more a candidate for admission rather than a member of the staff. To say that she had a great body was akin to claiming that the Mona Lisa was a nice picture if you liked that sort of thing. This sex machine in the body of a goddess even impressed the jaded teenager.

       Mandy could not help noticing that the good doctor was showing an inordinate amount of flesh from her cleavage that indicated she was braless, to the slit skirt that revealed her taut thigh and nothing else in the line of clothing. Almost against her will, Mandy began to think about what it might feel like to be licking the cunt of this miracle of physical perfection, or better still enjoying her fast tongue as it worked diligently on her quim. She liked that word, it was so refined, so British. The teen was shocked from her reverie by the opening salvo from Dr. Wesley, who would soon become Kate, and still later, mistress.

       "You've been with us for the better part of four days, and it's about time you settled down and got with the program. By the way, you stink of semen. I don't think your father is paying us upwards of two thousand a day to let you get gangbanged by our orderlies, who are beginning to complain that you are one dead fuck. I was also told you were a fastidious little prig, guess that was a bad call on someone's part. Now let's go to the movies, and after the show we can get down to brass tacks or knuckles, depending on how you want it."

       Mandy sat there open mouthed as a screen on the doctor's desk lit up and showed her in all her private glory doing her clit while lying naked on her bed at the school. The blonde goddess smirked and hooted at what Mandy was displaying. She started making nasty comments about the teen's technique, and describing what she was doing at that age. It was one of the more humiliating moments in Mandy Kramer's young life. Leaning forward, so close that the teen could smell her freshly rinsed mouth and see those perfect teeth that Mandy couldn't help but imagine were teasing her fat clit, she never stoped critiquing what appeared on the screen. Inwardly the teen was groaning in abject misery at her state of affairs. The criticism never stopped for nearly an hour, the length of the tape, and by its end Mandy was utterly devastated.

       "Your technique is sort of heavy handed; at the rate you're going, that clit of yours will be so covered with scar tissue that it might as well be cut off for all the pleasure it will be able to give you. Next time you're jilling, try rubbing a little clove oil on the poor thing and see what that does for your little bud's longevity. More orgasms for less strumming, a win-win situation. From the look on your face you're all wrapped up in yourself, a sure sign of the classic closet masturbator. Lucky for you, as well as us, that your school had the good sense to know what you were and acted accordingly by making these tapes of you doing the mental nasty with your best friend, yourself."

       " When I was going solo, way earlier than you probably began, I used to fantasize about being fucked bowlegged by guys with giant cocks, then girls with giant strap-ons, then giant animals who could go all day and night. From there I graduated to really exotic stuff. My favorite was to tie a length of fishing line around my pumped to the max clit, and hold the end between my teeth. Then as I was tortured to my limit and beyond by the nasty commandante Carlos, my special fantasy friend, I'd yank the line and nearly rip my poor clit from its moorings. What a rush I used to get! I was squirting long before it became a popular subject for porn films and party conversation."

       Mandy just sat there in her strait jacket, the last batch of cum that had been pumped into her by the gangbangers starting to ooze out and make a puddle on the seat of the polished wooden chair she occupied. The high and mighty teen had been taken down a peg or two by this perfectly coifed physician who seemed to have an edge on her no matter what the contest. It was game, set and match as far as she could tell, but instead of gritting her teeth and vowing to overcome her the next time, the dazed and confused teen bowed her head and waited anxiously for what was to follow. It came quickly.

       Dr. K, as Mandy thought of her, pressed a button and within a minute two orderlies, both of whom had nailed her more than once to date, came into the office and removed the girl from Dr.Wesley's presence. However Mandy was not destined to be returned to her cell for who knows how many more rounds of orderly cock. Instead she was turned over to a matronly looking nurse who finally freed her from that canvas prison and rubbed her numbed arms until the circulation was restored.

       Then she had the naked teen hop into a tub filled with warm scented water and allowed her to luxuriate in this soothing bath before she toweled off her charge. To Mandy's amazement the nurse produced a razor and a bowl of fragrant liquid and proceeded to denude her pubes, finishing the task by rubbing some type of balm into her skin that made her entire vulva tingle. If there ever was the perfect time for a good wank, this was it thought Mandy.

       What happened next was most distressing to her. Another pair of orderlies arrived and without so much as a "please", picked her up and deposited Mandy onto a gurney which had straps that they used to restrain her before she was rolled down to the laboratory for a procedure. When she awoke, groggy and a bit nauseous, hovering over her with a broad smile on her gorgeous face was Dr. K. Suddenly all was right with the world.

       The blonde placed her cool finger to Mandy's lips and urged her to conserve her strength. When instead the teen began sucking those smooth digits in a willful display of affection mixed with a small degree of savoir-faire, the doctor could not restrain a giggle at such impertinence. Although she "tsk, tsked" her patient, Kate's eyes danced in a way that convinced Mandy that she had found someone she might be able to trust in this strange place.

       The girl soon found herself in a soft bed with clean sheets, plus the requisite restraints that made sure she was not going to do any sleepwalking this evening. Just before she fell into a dreamless sleep she felt the first tingling issuing from her clit that felt as if it was larger, much larger than normal.  That was the last thing she remembered until she was awakened by a nurse with a bedpan and breakfast, which she devoured like a hungry teenager who hadn't eaten in some number of days. While wolfing down her food Mandy could not help noticing that her clit was throbbing. Unfortunately the straps holding her down to the bed didn't allow her to look at it to see what was going on down below.

       Dr.Wesley breeezed into her room shortly thereafter and pulled down the sheet to reveal the walnut sized lump of throbbing flesh that was Mandy's clitoris. The teen shrieked at the sight of it, not believing her eyes. "How did it get so swollen?" she finally gasped, causing the blonde physician to smile. She then explained that the procedure Mandy just had was designed to do exactly what she saw and felt, an increased  size and sensitivity for her "little" hot button. Today that monster clit was going to be put through its paces, and Mandy was going along for the ride.

       She was wheeled down to the test lab and soon hooked up to a battery of test monitors, sensors,  probes and stimulators that would feed all sorts of information on her physical responses to the various stimulations into a minicomputer for instant analysis. She would be able to follow the progress of her testing on a large screen set apart from the other gear now being checked by the two female technicians who paid no heed to her nudity. At a nod from the doctor the test cycle began.

       At first there was no discomfort, just an occasional tickle or a brief sharp jab that came and went in the blink of an eye. Mandy soon calmed down and watched the screen as this wavy line moved up and down . Then the first shock hit her and she strained against the straps holding her to the table. Each subsequent shock was more powerful and lasted longer. Mandy felt flushed and her clit was starting to ache. Then her nipples got stiff as glass in a matter of seconds as another powerful jolt of energy lanced through her body. That wavy line had narrowed significantly and the gentle rolling shape was gone, replaced by a series of sharp spikes that matched the jolts she was taking.

       Mandy could not believe how horny she was becoming. She was sweating like a pig and her breathing was ragged, as she tried to gulp in as much air as she could to cope with all the sensations that she was experiencing. One of the techs glanced over at her and grinned. She had caught a glimpse of the first bubble of pussy juice that began issuing from between the teen's blood red outer cunt lips. Dr Wesley oohed and aahed as she watched the screen, her lips moving as if she was talking to herself. Now the sensations were more painful than anything else, and the screen was now showing fuzzy bursts like some kind of video game. The only problem was that each burst corresponded to a severe pulse of pain coming from that fat, walnut-sized lump of pleasure and now pain sitting at the top of her cunt mouth.

       Then the first orgasm rolled through her shivering body. It was like going from a standing start to five hundred miles an hour in less than a second. The teen could not draw breath, she was terrified. Seconds later an even bigger one rocked and rolled from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She felt as if she had all the electricity in the world coursing through her twitching body. One of the techs let out a whoop as the line on the screen went straight up to the top in nothing flat, and stayed there.

       Mandy didn't have to look to know why. She was having serial orgasms that wracked her body, making the muscles contract and spasm to the point that her skin appeared to be crawling in a vain attempt to escape the force of whatever was knifing into every corner of her body. There was no place to hide and no way to predict how long this sex induced storm would last. Mandy passed out cold as that thought raced across her brain just in front of the next freight train of orgasms. When she came back to earth, she was covered in a sheen of perspiration and her body was trembling uncontrollably. A blanket, followed by another one soon  tamed the chills she was having. The techs were busy doing their jobs and so it was just Mandy and Dr.Kate, going one on one.

       "You were phenomenal! I don't just say that to every pretty young thing that falls into my clutches."

       Those words made the teen get that warm, wet feeling down below, even though she had just put on an exhibition that had even impressed the jaded technicians, who spread the word far and wide about this sex monster housed in the pale, skinny, boyish body of a sixteen year-old girl. When Kate leaned closer and whispered that she'd love to take her home with her and do all sorts of nasty-nice things to her bound, bare body Mandy almost had another orgasm right there and then.

       At that point the teenager in her own mind went from patient to slave. She could imagine being tied naked to mistress K's big bed, watching as the blonde, naked as the day she was born, her big breasts jiggling slightly, stepped into her strap-on dildo that soon would be boring deep inside the teen's tight, wet twat. She knew that afterward, the little riding crop lying on the nightstand would be applied to her swollen vulva to sensitize her for another round of oral sex. It was as if she was in heaven and yet still alive to enjoy the things of the flesh.

       Two hours later mistress K dropped by Mandy's new and quite comfortable room and announced with a twinkle in her eye that the teenager was going to be released to her care for this evening. Her heart skipped a couple of beats and her face started to flush as the thoughts she had previously popped up once more. Then her physician casually mentioned that the hospital had a fairly rigorous protocol that had to be followed to the letter for transferring and housing the patient.

       Mandy would be naked, placed in a strait jacket, a chain attached to her crossed wrists for redundancy and her ankles hobbled with manacles connected to a short length of chain. After receiving an enema and voiding it, her anus would be plugged with a bung that nested in the rear portion of the chastity belt that would be fitted to her. This was mandated as the result of an unfortunate accident involving another patient. The belt would be locked and the key kept at the hospital. Specially trained orderlies would assist Dr. Wesley in transporting the patient, now zipped into a canvas traveling bag, to the trunk of her car. From that point on, the physician was responsible for the health and welfare of her charge. The girl was floored by all this detail and the possibility that any chance to get to know her new mistress in a more physical way might be severely compromised.

       Once they were well clear of the hospital mistress K stopped her car and opened the trunk. She unzipped the body bag and helped Mandy into the backseat of her car, ordering her to lie on the floor. When she mentioned with a giggle that this was not the first "takeout meal" she'd gotten from the hospital, Mandy felt better, but at the same time her situation was still much less than she had hoped for. The rest of the drive was uneventful. To the teen's astonishment the doctor produced a key that freed her from the hobble as well as the chain connecting her wrists.Thus she was able to accompany her new mistress under her own power to the door of her well appointed home located in a relatively secluded section of the town.

       So much  for hospital protocol; in minutes Mandy was out of the strait jacket and that nasty chastity belt, thanks to another key that the physician produced with a broad grin. It took a little muscle, but finally with a loud pop, the bung was removed from her puckered poop shute. Then to her surprise, mistress K made her put her hands behind her back so she could be cuffed. Once this was done she sighed and observed that in her career at the hospital, until today she had never seen anyone go off scale.

       "I've seen nymphomaniacs by the dozen, and seriously disturbed, obsessive people with all manner of sexual hangups and drives, but none of them ever came even close to what you did today. I want to experience you close up, it's sort of like flying into the eye of a hurricane, but you do frighten me young lady. That's the reason for the handcuffs. When we're done playing, and if I'm still coherent and not too physically banged up, they'll come off and we can have a nice long talk, or anything else you might like to dream up for me to do with or for you."

       Mandy was truly taken aback at the way this goddess, her mistress, was approaching their relationship. Perhaps she had misjudged the woman. Why would she feel threatened by a skinny, underdeveloped girl who had all sorts of hangups that she was afraid to face? Despite her doubts, she sat calmly on the edge of Kate's bed and watched her disrobe, to reveal a body that was breathtaking. Mandy felt like a toad in her presence. When mistress K complimented her on her bare pubes, she blushed scarlet, since that was probably the only physical sign that she was maturing sexually, and now it  was gone. The physician got into bed and rearranged Mandy so she was on her back.

       Dr.Wesley carefully lowered her pussy down to dock with the teenagers's mouth. After making sure that Mandy's clit was still swollen to its maximum size, which would last at least until morning, she took a deep breath and clamped down on that bulging love button. She used her teeth to worry the fleshy node, preparing herself for the response that would soon occur. Without warning it felt as if her own clit had just been sucked into a vacuum cleaner juiced up on all the electricity in the city. The hair on her nape stiffened, closely followed by her nipples.

       What she felt was merely the prologue. Forgetting for a moment that the clit in her mouth was ramping up like a cloud filled with ions, she relaxed her guard and was nearly crushed by the jolt she took next. Her entire body was lifted clear of the bed and hovered in the air for a fraction of a second before crashing down on the girl, driving the breath from her lungs. The blonde beauty hung on for dear life as Mandy bucked and bounced her body from one spot to another, with Kate tagging along for the ride.

       For over two hours the pair went at each other like starving animals who hadn't tasted food for days. In time Dr. Wesley ran out of strength and then Mandy battered her to the point that she felt as if one more blow would finish her off. Somehow Mandy had enough control of this awesome power to refrain from taking out her new mistress. It also helped that she was handicapped further by the handcuffs, that made quick moves problematic.

       For brief moments the two would lie side by side panting and gasping for breath, and then one or the other would make a move that rekindled the war taking place on the king sized bed. For long minutes Mandy gobbled gash like a tigress and Kate moaned and prayed to her gods for help to survive the terrible mauling her prime body was taking. There was no way that the doctor had enough energy to match the teenager's attack. She went into survival mode and hoped for the best.

       To her amazement Dr. Wesley managed to get the girl over on her stomach and she straddled her, walloping her pale buns until they were crimson. That felt so good that she decided to add another layer of bruised flesh to the teen's bottom. That set off a rush of pussy juice from Mandy that soaked through to the mattress, which had to be replaced before Kate could sleep alone in her bed again. Mandy reciprocated by sucking her firm breasts until she swore that she was about to let down her non-existent milk.

       Freed of the cuffs, Mandy and the doctor finally wound up in an embrace, tongues exploring each other's mouth and their crotches rubbing away at the swollen flesh that was eagerly presented. Orgasms were too frequent to count and many of them made the lovers' heads feel as if someone had found the zipper and opened their brains to the light. It had been a very long time since Dr. Kate Wesley had let down her hair to this extent and she was positively glowing as she and Mandy entwined and drifted off to sleep.

                               (To be continued-rolf palsy)

                               Twisted Teen Tales                                                        

                                                                              Chapter 6

                                                                    Juiced-Up Teen  (part 2 of 2)

       The day following, Mandy didn't see her mistress and acted quite distressed, much more so when they wheeled her bound body down to another room and proceeded to give her electroshock therapy as per her physician's orders. Electrodes were glued to her temples and she took blast after blast of electrons that raced through her brain and made the fillings in her mouth heat up. She was too dazed to understand the purpose of the metal tube that was inserted deep into her cunt. However once it was discharged she nearly swallowed her tongue. By now her clitoris had returned to its normal size. That did not prevent the technicians from clamping it and threading a second lead into her bladder. When the power was applied Mandy's eyes popped and her jaws clenched in agony as her bladder gave up its contents.

       It was then that the blonde goddess made an appearance and checked her vital signs before ordering another round of shocks, with an increased voltage. By the time they finished zapping the naked teen there were blisters all over her body from where the electrodes had been glued. They had even taken the risk of passing current from one pancake-shaped tit to the other using wires attached to her nipples. A technician with paddles waited to shock her heart back to its normal rhythm if she went into fibrillation. It was a much paler and shaking teenager that was returned to her bed and buckled into a strait jacket before her ankles were chained to the posts at the foot of her bed. She slept the sleep of one exhausted, which was her situation. The next morning she was confronted by her mistress and told a story that made her despair.

       The client, her father, unhappy with the seeming lack of progress had issued an ultimatum. He wanted to see definite and significant improvement in his daughter's condition, or the hospital would have to discharge her into his care. That explained the sudden change in the way she was being treated. Mandy was devastated. There was absolutely nothing mistress K could do to prevent her father from carrying out his threat. From now on the girl would be spared nothing until she displayed some observable improvement in her personality and attitude towards her family responsibilities.

       Failing that, she was scheduled for discharge in five days. Five days to reverse something that may have taken ten years to fully develop.It would take a miracle, but no other option was open to her. Today they intended to restimulate her clitoris to its previous expanded size, and go from there. The only small consolation was that she would not be seeing the rape gang ever again. What Dr. Wesley did not tell her patient was that the alternative was going to be much worse.

       When Mandy regained consciousness after the procedure that this time enlarged her clitoris to the size of a pigeon's egg, she discovered to her horror that she was once more back in the electroshock facility. Her mouth was propped open and a tech was placing rubber shims into the back of her mouth on both sides.

       "Little girl, today we are going to fry your brains but good and we can't have you biting off that tongue of yours, at least not yet. What you're scheduled to get will make yesterday's little session seem like a walk in the park. Wait until we put some serious juice through that fat clit you have there. You'll pray to every god you ever heard to make the pain go away, and instead we'll just keep ramping it up until either you or that bloated fuck button blows a gasket."

       Mandy cringed as the paste was applied to the sides of her skull, extra thick this time according to the tech who applied it. The thick leather straps holding her down to the table were checked and double checked before the switch was thrown, sending the first surge of electricity through her brain. Brain cells by the thousands were fried to a crisp as the electrons burned their way through her cranium. The shims were stressed but did the job. The voltage was increased in steps and Mandy's body jerked and flopped against the straps as the stench of charred skin filled the room. She felt as if the fluid in her eyes was about to boil, so great was the pain. Her teeth chattered and her tongue almost slipped down her throat during one particularly violent blast of power that rocketed from one side of her skull to the other. The teen started foaming at the mouth, but the techs ignored her and went about their business.

       An hour later they gave Mandy a brief period to rest before moving to another section of her sweat soaked, naked body. Her eyes were vacant and her breathing was irregular from all the shocks she had already absorbed. The last shock had been at maximum power and the lights in the room actually dimmed as a bolt of lightning burned away another small portion of her tortured brain. They checked her heart and blood pressure before resuming her "therapy". She took electricity through her jaw and the shims were tested to the limit as she mindlessly chewed while the power lanced through her jaw and heated the metal fillings in her teeth to the point that one cracked from the stress that was generated. Mandy passed out from the pain and had to be revived.

       They shot her up with a drug to keep her conscious for longer periods. She gibbered in terror when they clipped the electrodes to her nipples and prepared to juice her flat tits. Twice the paddles had to be applied to kick start her heart back into its proper ryhthm. By the time they moved on, her nipples were two lumps of broiled flesh, almost unrecognizeable. Something new was used on her now. First a rubber bung with an opening at its center was pressed into her rectum. It was inflated to lock it into place. Even after hours of relentless pain and shocks that seemed at times to destroy all memories, she reacted violently to the sight of the metal rod that was pushed through the opening in the inflated bung and wedged deep within her rectum. She began screaming and begging even before the first jolt of electricity was delivered to her bowels. Many more were to follow as the tortured teen prayed for death, but her pleas went unanswered.

       Leaving the rod in place for more treatments later, if she was in any condition to take more juice, they produced the rod used on her cunt yesterday. They reintroduced Mandy to her old friend and for the better part of thirty minutes they fried her cunt from her cervix to her clit, but reserved that throbbing lump of nerves for the grand finale. By the end the relentless surges of electricity had caused her cunt to dry up completely, every drop of pussy juice having been evaporated away by the burning electron flow that raced freely up and down her fuck tunnel.

       The skinny flat-chested teen was dehydrated from all the electrical shocks and her body's frantic response to them. Even with the drugs, she was totally exhausted, and yet they had not gotten to the seat of her sexuality, that pigeon's egg seated at the top of the entrance to her twat. She was given as much water as she could swallow, and by the time she was satiated, her flat belly had grown round from the quart or so of liquid she had consumed.

       Mandy's clitoris was so large that they could and did easily attach a pair of spike-like electrodes to the knob of flesh once it had been coated with a conducting paste to enhance the power that would be passed through it. At the first surge of current Mandy's clit actually swelled to even greater size, but only for a brief period. The techs upped the power and gave the massive lump of sex flesh a series of gradually lengthening pulses of electrical force. It turned into a battle between Mandy's crippled sex organs and the demands of her clit for more sexual stimulation. The struggle for supremecy ended only when so much power was forced into the fat clit that it began to boil in its own juices, creating a smell that was sickening to even the hardened techs running the machines that were torturing the now fragile teenager. At this point the patient was beyond their ability to further torment. She was disconnected from the various torture tools and wheeled back to recover in one of the small, bitter cold rooms called ice boxes by the orderlies.

       The orderlies had  hung the girl on pegs protruding from the wall of her icy cell. Her wrists were cuffed and anchored to a peg above her head. A thick leather strap encircled her midriff and was attached to pegs to support most of her weight. The bondage was completed by manacles on her ankles, connected to pegs that forced her legs wide. Even before they closed the door to the cell Mandy began to groan and shiver from the pain and cold. The badly frightened girl had an entire night in which to let her mind conjure up all sorts of horrible things that were yet to happen to her. How could her mistress be so cruel to her? In spite of her awesome talent for sex, Mandy was still a young lady with not too much sophistication who had lived a relatively seltered life when it came to judging the reasons for other people's behavior.

       They came for her very early the next morning. By then Mandy was exhausted by her sleepless night and all the fears that bombarded her. This time she was wheeled to a different facility, which was a small blessing, so she thought. She was greeted by a group of grinning techs directed by a stern-faced woman in a white smock who was in charge of the machines that would be used on the teen for the rest of the day until either her pussy and asshole wore out or the machines frooze up from being run beyond their limits. This was a new experience for the teen. She was not aware of the existence of machines specifically designed to mimic the male behavior during sexual intercourse. Like many males, the machines had no idea of the concept of foreplay and no concern for their partners.

       Mandy was buckled tightly into an articulated fixture that could be arranged to present either or both of her lower orifices for her mechanical lovers, as well as restraining the girl from almost any movement. The woman in charge had the techs run the first machine for a few moments to make sure everything was in good working order. It consisted of a reciprocating wheel attached to a long metal pole that ended in a fairly accurate replica of a male penis, except this one was much longer and considerably thicker. The woman smiled and kept referring to it as "junior". The patient shuddered at the prospect of meeting "senior". Just before the machine was centered on her tight pussy, one of the techs smeared the head with something. Mandy foolishly thought it was a lubricant, but as she quickly discovered it was anything but!

       The machine began to pound away at her twat, driving further into her with every quick powerful stroke. It took a minute or so for the material on the head of the machine to warm to her body's temperature. That was when it began to combust, slowly eating away at the mucous membrane guarding the walls of her cunt from harm. Her screaming grew to such volume that she was stifled with a vacuum pumped inflatible rubber gag that filled her mouth to its limit making her cheeks bulge out. Mandy could not believe her ears when the woman instructed the tech to turn the machine up to full power for a few seconds to give the patient a taste of what to expect soon, and then gradually ramp it back up to its limit and keep it there for the next two hours. The skinny teen was sure that she would die in this devil's grip as the tool broke into her uterus and she died from internal bleeding.

       Two hours and a few minutes later she was still conscious, but convinced she was in hell. It was then that she was introduced to "big boy" and the world as she knew it disappeared into a nightmare of pain and utter degradation at the hands of these fiends. She was in such pain that she didn't notice the amazed looks on the faces of the techs when junior's head cleared her bloated cunt lips without showing even a hint of blood. This was unheard of and caused a low hum of voices to begin commenting on what they had just witnessed. Big brother, as some called the next machine, was a different story. The head was fifteen inches long and guaranteed to reach the patient's cervix in better than ninety-nine point nine percent of cases. It was four inches in diameter across the head, tapering down to a mere three inches at its base. It was this monster that Mandy's cunt was about to swallow.

       It took that huge hunk of moly steel the better part of five minutes before it punched into her super-stretched cunt, first thinning her outer lips until they were a faint red line, then actually pressing them backwards into the teen's twat as the huge head made its slow progress deeper into her gash. A rare few patients, always until now large of stature and possessing pelvic structures made for birthing, had managed to take most of big boy for short periods ranging up to five minutes in one extraordinary case. How this pale, skinny, slip of a girl could survive even the entry of big boy was a mystery, but seeing is believing.

       The techs could actually see the outline of the machine's head as it made a very slow march up the girl's birth canal, which probably wouldn't be doing any birthing after this brutal workout. The moment it made contact with Mandy's uterus, the throw of the machine was set to this exact distance. Now all that remained was to plow open this latest furrow in her distended fuck box by letting the machine do its thing. The group of women spent most of their time watching in dumbfounded astonishment as this skinny, pale, wraith of a girl absorbed the monster to her limit and gradually became loose enough to allow the speed of this brutal mechanical raping to be increased. For the rest of the afternoon the machine worked tirelessly, its speed increasing slowly as it burrowed its way back and forth to the girl's uterus, that was occasionally slammed hard as she made a movement at the wrong time.

       Twice during the long agonizing afternoon they gave the patient water to rehydrate her, but she was unable to urinate as a result of the terrible pressure that her body had been under for nearly two days now. This made the techs fret some and they called in Dr. Wesley. Mandy was so far gone that she was totally oblivious to the presence of her mistress/physician. All that changed once the doctor gave her an injection that altered her metabolism to the point that she roused herself from the coma-like state she had adopted to save her sanity. Her eyes widened as she took in the face of mistress K. The lovely blonde woman made no sign that she felt anything for this patient of hers who had fought the system to a standstill, creating a situation where the Institute faced the loss of an extremely important client and potential patron. This was not to be tolerated as long as there was breath in the patient's body. Those were the orders from on-high.

       Just before the techs were to be replaced by another group who would make sure that the girl took whatever was to be dished out to her during their shift, they were ordered by the patient's doctor to begin using junior to sodomize her. There was some consternation at this order, but they obeyed, moving junior back over to the fixture to which Mandy was held. They made certain that the inflatible gag was properly seated within Mandy's mouth, and the machine's head was located dead center on that puckered starfish that was the entrance to her bowels. They wasted little time getting the machine up to speed. It was apparent by the frantic look in the patient's eyes and the stiffening of her bare body, that she was in great pain as junior began boring its way deeper and deeper into her rectum.

       Mandy went into a catatonic state after about an hour of steady, merciless reaming that this time did draw blood, and a goodly amount considering the size and age of the girl. The team stopped the machine and pushed a wad of sterile cotton into her rectum to impede or hopefully staunch the flow. It wasn't more than half an hour before Mandy Kramer went into shock and all hell broke loose. Soon there were a number of doctors including Kate Wesley, who was napping in her office, plus a pair of nurses from the night shift trying to stem the flow of blood that continued to stream from her distended anus, and to revive her from the state of shock she had entered. They were only following orders, but right now the fate of the entire Institute was hanging in the balance.

       To say that Kate Wesley had her tit in a wringer would be a monumental understatement. Napping in your office while your star patient is pushed to well beyond her limits is above and beyond stupid. Later when the dust settled, the good doctor would pay dearly for this blunder. They did manage to stabilize Mandy and get her to to the proper hospital personnel for treatment. Her former doctor was suspended without pay for starters, while management decided her fate.

       To the amazement of all, the girl opened her eyes the next day and said that she was hungry. That afternoon the nurse attending her reported that she had observed the patient masturbating furiously. A few hours later Mandy Kramer was demanding some male companionship, such as a few of those hot orderlies that had serviced her previously. Her new doctor, an old hand at the Institute, shrugged his shoulders after examining her cunt and asshole and declared her ready and able to accommodate as much cock as she wanted. He had no explanation for the miraculous recovery that had occurred in less than twenty-four hours.

       Her father was absolutely delighted to hear that his wayward daughter had finally seen the light. He sent one of his trusted aides to see Mandy and make a determination on what should be the next step in her rehabilitation. The Institute came loaded for bear and included in their presentation Kate Wesley. It was she that made the bold suggestion that the Institute had the capability of rebuilding Mandy Kramer into a walking teen wet dream in less than six weeks. She used herself as the proof that such a transformation could be safely accomplished.

       Afterward she made a very private presentation to demonstrate that her working parts were indeed top grade. He was amused to observe that the good doctor had recently been caned,  and by her welts, rather professionally. Like many who served the Kramer family in positions of trust, he had very strong sadistic tendencies, and insisted that Dr. Wesley return with him to provide a first hand account of just how this miracle of rehabilitation had been accomplished. The Institute was most happy to comply with his request. The blonde beauty was given a farewell flogging as per his instructions and packed into a specially constructed crate, securely bound and gagged, for air shipment cross country at the Institute's expense. It was the least they could do for such an important client.        

       Two weeks later Mandy recovered from the first round of surgeries using the miracle fiber developed by the professor who did Dr. Wesley's body when she was a student under him, in more ways than one. Her family was amazed to see her realistic 37D tits that responded to gravity as well as  squeezing, and the beginnings of a perfect ass. By the time she returned home there was a waiting list for her services that would take her months to clear.

       To this day there are heated arguments among the staff concerning what mechanism was triggered in the girl that allowed her body to repair itself so rapidly. Hormonal imbalances, synaptic transformations, repression retardation, and the like are some of the theories bandied about by these distinguished practitioners of the healing arts. Most agree that whatever was responsible also played a major part in reprogramming her attitude towards the tremendous talent she possessed in the arena of sexual relationships. All indications are that the family is delighted with her attitude and devotion to her duties. In passing it should be observed that the former doctor, Kate Wesley, is now her personal sex slave and used as a slave should be, due no mercy or reason for whatever is done to her.

                                                                    (Finis-rolf palsy)  

                               Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 7                                

                                        Teen Tramp Boot Camp - Bambi

       The concept for Camp Fukalot started in the mind of Principal Niles Nailer almost two years ago. There was a small portion of the school's female population that drove him up the wall. They were between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, over-sexed for their age and unfortunately for the male population of the school, extremely advanced physically. You can imagine what a fifteen year-old with a set of 37Cs and still growing could do to the typical sex-crazed male students of Arnold Palmer High School. That was not the worst of it; these creatures were also uniformly bi-sexual! However, most of these lovelies shrugged off their little flings with lady love by the time they were seniors, except for a few dedicated converts to full time rug munching.

       You have no idea what kind of turmoil this caused among the female teachers, some of whom were still unmarried for obvious and not so obvious reasons. A few were plain as posts, still virgins and afraid not to be, others were borderline anorexic or approaching obesity at warp speed, a small number still lived at home and were kept under the collective thumbs of their parents, and finally there was a fairly impressive fraction that either were or were leaning toward becoming lesbians. It's amazing the damage that can be caused by a hot-boxed bisexual teen meeting up with a sexually frustrated lesbian wannabe teacher. To the teen it was just innocent fun and games, but to the desperate teacher it was a ticket away from the mundane existence of the high school pedant looked down upon by her teaching peers as well as all her students except the few that would become like her in a few years.

       On the other hand the male teachers were living in the land of milk and honies. Unlike the distaff side of the profession they were the cocks of the walk in more ways than one. What male teenager could possibly compete with a well hung, hot-looking, male teacher with bedroom eyes and his own apartment. Even the more seasoned teaching veterans were getting their share of teenage pussy that flocked to them for the real thing when it came to getting a teen hottie's pussy to drooling. So there was a major disparity that was causing a huge rift in the faculty, one that could not be tolerated. This was the genesis for the idea of the boot camp for teen tramps.

       What principal Nailer was trying to do, according to what he said, was put sex back where it belonged, in the home. There was no good reason why a hot-holed honey shouldn't be getting all the loving she needed from her parents and siblings, not to mention other relatives and close friends of the family. In that way these teens would not be creating the distractions that caused problems at school. This approach would also generate a renewed interest in sex on the part of the parents who likely had drifted away from this as a prime focus, to be replaced by work and other goals that took them away from the family.

       For six weeks at the height of summer, a dozen teenage teasers would spend twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, wallowing in sex in all its manifestations. In principle this would create a situation that caused the teens to realize that casual sex was meaningless and quite shallow. Once they accepted this view, it would be easy for them to enter the next phase which was to start bonding sexually with family members.

       He had taken a private poll and found that more than seventy-five percent of the fathers were hot to nail their teenaged daughters. Of interest there did not seem to be a correlation between the physical attractiveness of the teens and the desire of their fathers to have sex with them. Results from the mothers was a bit different. A few confessed to having strong feelings towards their daughters, and were eager to have sex with them while excluding the husband. Others saw the husband as a rival for their daughter's affections, and felt threatened. A small fraction were appalled by the thought of their daughters having sex with other family members, and the rest thought it to be an excellent idea.

       The poll made him decide to incorporate a group of mothers who expressed keen interest in having sex with their daughters; he chose five who accepted his invitation. He also added four female faculty members to the mix, each with lesbian tendencies, to give the girls a broad spectrum of sexual  partners while they were at camp.

       Each camper and her parents had signed a waiver allowing the camp personnel to utilize shall we say more advanced techiques than teenagers would normally encounter at this age. The basic staff consisted of two lesbian and six heterosexual male teachers, a bisexual female nurse, and principal Nailer who definitely was heterosexual in the extreme. What the campers did not know was that there would be visiting "counselers" and "therapists" who would also have sex with the campers. These were known as the O-mobs, where O stood for orifices, and they performed an extremely useful function as well as taking the pressure off the small number of staff members. In phase two the teens would begin to bond with their parents under the supervision of the camp staff, but this would be done at a nearby resort hotel to enhance the chances for the bonding to take hold, and also act as a second honeymoon for their distracted and harried parents.

       Principal Nailer had already selected his own personal teen tramp challenge for the summer. Her name was Bambi Jensen, a fourteen year-old budding tramp who in her first year of high school had collected the scalps of two female faculty members along with numerous seniors, all boys, and three of the hotter male teachers. When it came to sex, Bambi was a child prodigy, no doubt about it. The principal had followed her career with growing interest, and was most eager to become her "mentor" and put her on the path to more normal sexual behavior.

       Now normal is a state of mind as well as something within the bounds of society and ones belief. Her parents had been part of the principal's poll and as a result, Bambi's mother, Ellen, was one of the five chosen as sex assistants. Bambi's father had been tremendously exthusiastic about the opportunity to become more closely bonded to his nubile daughter, who he confessed drove him crazy with lust as she wandered about the house in her undies that showed more than they hid. The poll also indicated that her parents had drifted away when it came to having sex regularly. However both were involved in various brief flings, his at the office, hers at the local gym where her personal trainer did more than tone up her body.

       Bambi stood five feet four, weighed almost exactly one hundred pounds stripped, and measured 33B-22-32. She was just beginning to develop hips and her backside was rounding into form very nicely. She was cute as a bug with curly, blonde hair cut shoulder length and brown eyes that positively sparkled. Her legs were currently her best feature unless one includes her pink, pouty pussy that had absorbed more than its share of hard cock and wet  tongues over the last year or so.

       Principal Nailer had decided to put Bambi through the meat grinder before stepping in and taking what was left of the teen tramp under his wing so to speak. He had her housed with the more senior tramps, some of them two years older than her and vastly more experienced. They quickly put her in her place despite her looks and talent when it came to things sexual. For the first few days, the tramps were put through their paces by the staff during the day and left to their own devices at night.

       After a day featuring hours on their backs taking what seemed like miles of hard cock interspersed with hot tongue action as well as fisting from the lesbian staff members, the last thing that most of them wanted at night was more of the same. That was not true in the case of the group including Bambi. Instead they drew straws to see in what order they would get to spend a few hours while Bambi's fast, wet tongue soothed their swollen, tired cunts and distended assholes. Bambi was lucky to be allowed more than a few hours of sleep and it began to show after just a few days.

       On the third night, the poor little, totally exhausted darling had been cuffed and then spanked by each member of her group in order to make her get busy eating pussy. She was chowing down on a sixteen year-old porker in the making when they received a surprise visit from one of the O-mobs that principal Nailer was employing to really put the pressure on his student-tramps. In principle, thanks to the waivers everyone had signed, there was no such thing as nonconsensual sex at the camp. Still in all, the O-mobs came awfully close in the way they manhandled the teen tramps.

       This group of men had been instructed by Nailer to really give Bambi a thorough going over in all three holes, and they did so with great vigor. This is not to say that the other three tramps escaped a good pounding, for they were well and truly nailed and renailed by the gang of hard-cocked strangers. However they were more than just a little bit jealous of the attention Bambi received once the other three had been given a good dose of stiff pricks. There were twelve members of the mob and they each took one more turn on the blonde fourteen year-old tramp, rotating from one hole to the next  until they flooded her insides with more of their virile cum, which was the product of their lusts, her hot tight body and the little blue pills they had downed an hour before launching this foray. Once they finally left, Bambi  passed out and it took some serious shaking the following morning to rouse her for another day of serious prodding from both sexes.

       Just before lunch while she was being assaulted by the two lesbian staffers, each using their favorite dildo to stretch her cunt and anus to their limit and a little beyond, poor little Bambi fainted dead away just as the heavy-set teacher with the beginngs of a moustache was building up a good head of steam. They had to carry the teen tramp over to the infirmary to have her looked over. The nurse diagnosed her problem as too much sex and not enough liquids to keep her at something akin to equilibrium. An IV was administered and while Bambi was rehydrating, the nurse took this opportunity to sample the teen tramp's hot tight pussy, which was hot but no longer tight. To make the most of the situation, she clambered onto the examining table and had the teen eat her pussy until the IV was finished.

       Poor Bambi missed lunch while she was having a different kind of lunch. She was weakened to the point she fell prey to the trio of male teachers who took her to their quarters and gave her the pounding of her young life. There was something about her boyish hips, not quite womanish ass, her cute face and those nice pert tits that really got the juices flowing for almost anyone who came into her path, male or female. What blew her away that long afternoon was after her three holes had been filled to the brim with hot cum, she ran into her mom of all people. The sparks flew and almost set the camp on fire. They got into a sixty-nine and it took half the staff to finally pull them apart. Bambi was now madly in love with her mom and just wanted to spend the rest of her life eating that perfect pussy that had brought her into the world. Unfortunately it was not to be, for the principal had his own agenda for the teen tramp and he held all the cards.

       He arranged for Bambi to be rotated among the other groups with the admonishment to make sure she got everything she deserved for being the youngest tramp in camp. The other teens were very inventive in what they did to the young teen. They stole scraps from the garbage and let them ripen in the heat of the day before forcing them down Bambi's throat just before her spankings. One group determined that it would be much better if they spanked her budding breasts instead of her badly bruised bottom. Another group collected their urine and made her drink it while they fisted her tired, stretched cunt well into the night. Probably the most painful thing she endured were the enemas that she took almost every night. Some were laced with harsh detergents, others with ice cubes to make her insides feel as if they were freezing solid as the enema was adminstered. One even had half a scoop of very fine sand that irritated her anal passage for days afterwards, not to mention the periodic bleeding that it caused.

       After a month in camp taking everything that the staff, mothers, lesbian teachers, O-mobs and her sister tramps had to offer, Bambi had lost eight pounds from her lithe body,which now gave her a wraith-like appearance, accented by the deep black rings under her eyes from sleep deprivation. Her ass was a mass of bruises covering the spectrum of colors, her pert tits were also bruised and swollen, one larger than its mate because most of the camp attendees were right handed , and her cunt and asshole were a set of gaping wounds that drooled all kinds of secretions almost around the clock. Now it was time for her to face principal Nailer, the last obstacle before she would be reunited with her loving parents, who were due to meet her at the resort in two weeks to celebrate her return to the family. 

       He had kept close tabs on the young tramp and knew that she was getting as much cock in one day as most newly weds got in the first few weeks of their marriage. Add to this all the other penetrations made with dildos and fists by her female peers and the others at camp, and it was not surprising that her sore cunt and asshole looked as if they had been blown out. Now for the next two weeks Nailer would do his best to make her cringe at the thought of any strange cocks pounding away inside her asshole and cunt. Of course he and certain trusted female personnel would not be the only ones giving the young tramp a send-off she'd never forget.

       Bambi was immediately introduced to the prayer bench, which was Nailer's name for the fixture that he used to restrain those tramps that he selected for corporal punishment. The wooden piece  featured a padded portion that supported the tramp's body when she was bent over, her wrists tied securely to the front rungs at its base, and her legs spread and ankles tied to the back rungs. A thick leather strap was used to hold her in position while she was being whipped with one of the various implements from the principal's collection. For Bambi he reserved the cane for her morning whipping, usually concentrating on the backs of her legs and the crevice between her bruised ass cheeks, and a thick wooden paddle with a series of holes drilled through it to increase the speed at which it could be wielded as he pounded Bambi's ass cheeks prior to taking her into his bed for her nightly dose of hard cock.

       Bambi quickly found out why it was called the praying bench. After a few strokes of the cane on the backs of her legs she would pray to god, any god, for relief from the pain. To his credit, the principal never overdid her punishment, despite the temptation to just lay one more good one down that sexy split between her colorful ass cheeks, or make her scream by cutting one more into the super sensitive region behind her knee, his favorite spot. After two days, Bambi's back side got relief so it could heal. This is not to say that he ever drew blood, that was never his intention. Nailer liked to describe the beatings as little reminders of what might occur if the recalcitrant tramp continued down that treacherous path to perdition.

       For the next two days Bambi, who was blessed with a body as limber as a gymnast, was bent backwards across the padded bench, her thighs wide spread, exposing her well worn cunt for the flogger he employed to whip that swollen clam until the poor girl could barely pass pee. He liked to use a rubber hose on the insides of Bambi's firm thighs, enjoying the way the flesh moved when he pounded it. In this arduous position the undersides of her budding breasts was also available for punishment and they received his undivided attention at her evening beating. One night it might be the hose, another time a three-foot long wooden pointer. Later while he rested, preparing to give her asshole a good pounding, he would tit fuck her swollen boobs as she begged him for mercy and sobbed almost hysterically from the pain of his cock boring between her sore, swollen tits. Naturally being restrained by handcuffs significantly diminished her ability to resist anything he chose to do to her naked body, be it outside as well as within.

       Nailer loved to do Bambi in the morning as soon as he woke her up. What made it such fun was just before he let her get to sleep he made her drink all the water she could hold. By morning she had a very full bladder, but unfortuntely she had to hold it until Nailer finished nailing her, which he deliberately prolonged. He  would fuck her in the male superior position, putting as much weight on her distended bladder as he could, watching her face for signs that her bladder was about to burst or worse still for her, empty itself onto the principal's bed sheets and mattress.

       She only did that once. For her punishment he made her consume one gallon of piss that he collected from all the women in the camp because their piss was highly acidic due to the diet they consumed. Then he collected all of her piss until he had a gallon of recycled pee, now approaching a dark amber color, and made her consume it once more. That was why she would rather have her bladder back up into her kidneys, risking uremic poisoning, than piss in his bed again.

       Nailer would play a game with his little tramp, fucking her hard until he felt he was on the verge of shooting off inside her.  So he'd pull out and make her suck his cock, desperately trying to make him spurt, but he had too much self control. Then back into her cunt for another good pounding, usually leaving a nice big load of very virile swimmers behind that would head for her still maturing, but very fertile womb. However mother nature may have already intruded based on the fact that after over four weeks at camp, little Bambi hadn't had her period. She was now approximatly two weeks late, time to get very, very nervous if you're a fourteen year-old who has been taking perhaps a dozen cum blasts in your cunt every day for nearly a month.

       The principal had other fish to fry, or is it other tramps to fuck, so he often turned Bambi over to the tender mercies of his nurse who loved to give the tramp enemas when she wasn't using her Big-Boy strap-on dildo to rearrange Bambi's insides. If she got too busy she'd loan the young teen tramp out to one of the lesbian-leaning teachers for fun and games. The more unattractive the teacher, the more aggressive she would be with poor Bambi. An hour or so of steady cunt lapping until Bambi's tongue was swollen and sore, followed by a good sound thrashing with a strap or just a heavy hand was par for the course. Sometimes she'd be handed off to one teacher, then another, each one exacting her tribute in the form of cunnilingus or anallingus, the latter not Bambi's cup of tea so to speak.

       With a week to go principal Nailer finally allowed Bambi and her mother to have a sort of session. The teen was bent over the prayer bench face up, and her mother was allowed to eat her swollen pussy which had taken a terrific pummeling that afternoon from the flogger and the rubber hose as well. He had done this deliberately to make their meeting as frustrating for them as possible. While this was happening he used the pointer made of hickory on the undersides of Bambi's tits, beating them until they were nearly twice their normal size and the area that took the beating was livid, an ugly shade of black and blue that would be almost completely healed by the time the family had its reunion.

       Two days later he had the nurse inject Bambi with a special cocktail of methamphetamines and sex stimulants, then turned her over to his top O-mob for an all night session. When they returned the battered and totally fucked out teen back to him, he knew she was broken at last. Her eyes were wide open but unfocused, her mouth was slack and drooling, besides the fact that she failed to respond to any form of stimulus. According to the  O-mob leader, she went into this comatose state about four hours before they finished doing all the things they had planned for her. He did however get some excellent footage of the two dogs taking turns on her while she was on all fours. This would go into the principal's private collection, joining the other hot tapes he had obtained over the years from various students either willingly or otherwise. Bambi's ordeal had finally ended and for the next four days she would rest and recover so as to be in condition to join her parents at the resort where they were eagerly awaiting her so she could be welcomed back into the family as an equal sexual member.

       All's well that ends well, and so it was with the reunion of Bambi and her parents. Her father, who had spent most of the last six weeks having farewell sex with the various women that worked for him, was absolutely amazed at the changes that had taken place in his wife and daughter. She had lost nearly fifteen pounds and was eager for his big cock after a diet consisting of mostly pussy and an occasional gangbang from men who seemed more interested in getting at the young tramps who displayed their tight, rounded naked bodies every chance they got.

       However it was his darling daughter, Bambi, who really got his juices flowing. Despite losing ten pounds that she didn't have to lose, she was still one hot piece of teen fuckmeat. When she stripped down to display her well whipped ass and tits that were still slightly swollen from the beatings they'd gotten from principal Nailer, his cock began to harden immediately. He lost it when she pried her pussy lips apart to show him her newly tightened cunt, compliments of the alum and astringent solution that the nurse used on her blown-out twat, and told him it was now his private snatch except for when her mom wanted to use it.

       In no time flat the three of them were naked and lying on the bed, trying to arrange themselves into positions that allowed them access to each other. Bambi and her mother were quickly locked into a torrid sixty-nine, their hot, wet  tongues and lips working furiously on the cunts that were shamelessly presented for them to meet, greet and eat. Meanwhile Bambi's dad took turns ass fucking his daughter and wife, finally blowing his load all over Bambi's back as she gobbled her mom's gash like there was no tomorrow. Then he rolled away and watched the action as he recuperated and planned what his next move was going to be.

       For the better part of two days and two nights the trio fucked and sucked until they were exhausted. Bambi lost track of the number of times her father pumped his hot cum into either her cunt or asshole. She also had no memory of the times she had sucked her mother's cunt and licked her asshole while her father's cock worked to widen her asshole. She does remember appearing by the pool in the skimpiest bikini her parents could find for her to wear, and being the center of attraction. An hour later she was marched up to their suite and while her mom sat on her face and made sure she licked every square inch of her cunt and asshole, her father pumped two loads of cum into her tight twat and then mom sucked it out and they exchanged it until she swallowed it all.

       By the time they got home, the family had bonded as well as three people could. Bambi was now a dutiful daughter always ready to please her parents and their friends in any way they suggested. The sex was always fabulous and the number of experienced sex partners she now had at her beck and call was more than she could have possibly imagined for a little girl of fourteen. School was now just school, not a place to pick up sex partners; she was well beyond that stage. However she still had a soft spot in her heart for principal Nailer and on certain occasions she would arrange to get herself into a bit of trouble just so her former mentor could have the chance to put her rapidly developing naked body through the mill for old times sake.

                               (Finis-rolf palsy)   

                               Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 08

                                                    Teen Tramp Boot Camp - Lesbian Wannabes (part 1of 4)

       In order to cover all the bases, principal Nailer had deliberately invited a quartet of female teachers, all with lesbian tendencies, to attend the inaugural term of Camp Fukalot. Ostensibly it was supposed to allow the teen tramps a broader selection of sex partners to assist them in their final selection of a life style. However the devious educator had other ideas. His objective was to force the four teachers to come to grips with their sexuality and by doing so make the hard choices for the future.

       The principal had hidden cameras installed in the two bedrooms that were part of the teachers' module. To make it even more interesting he had two twin beds placed in one room and a single queen-sized bed in the other. He was very interested in how the teachers would deal with this issue. He also had tiny microphones buried in the walls of each room to pick up conversations and any other activities that might take place.

       He had carefully chosen those he invited to participate. If he was right the two older women would quickly pair off and occupy the single bed for the rest of the session. This in turn might cause the remaining couple to bond as a means of self-defense. What might happen after that initial pairing was beyond his ability to predict. As it turned out his theory was knocked into a cocked hat after the first evening.

       After dinner at the mess hall the four ladies, ranging in ages from twenty-four to thirty-seven, according to their school records, went back to their quarters and began a very serious conversation. They had been initially quite amused by the challenge of the beds. Lois Hamilton, the oldest, was quick to claim the large bed and invited any of the other ladies to join her either on a temporary or permanent basis. The rest of the group had laughed off her obvious overture for fun and games, but as night approached, it began to get a bit more serious.

       Lois, in essence, came out of the closet, or so she thought, and was a better person for it. Her revelation had created a great deal of tension among the rest of the group. Each of the trio had some reason to think seriously about joining the eldest in the group under her terms. It was Darla, nearly five years younger than Lois, who suggested a truth or dare game to separate the real from the faux lesbians. The others seemed a little reluctant to step up to the challenge until Lois sweetened the pot. She offered to be restrained provided whoever went to bed with her stayed naked at all times. That proposition made the rest of the ladies brighten considerably. There was some good-natured bantering, but underlying the jokes was a tension that was felt by all.

       Each of the candidates for becoming the bedmate of Lois was asked to answer truthfully one question. The question was a loaded one. "What would you do if Lois begged you to fist her until she had an orgasm?" Once the laughter died down, there was dead silence for a time, as each lady looked at her peers and waited for someone to take the lead. It was the youngest that finally rose to the occasion. Enid Wilson was a slim, brown-haired woman with an average figure who was not known for being very outgoing. Her peers were equally divided between attributing her shyness to poor social skills or an inferiority complex that prevented her from having any type of relationship with either sex. Her students routinely walked all over her and this was a source of annoyance to principal Nailer.

       So it was rather surprising that she would volunteer to take the lead, but she did. "I'd ask her what's in it for me?" she answered. Her reply brought more laughter from the group, except for Lois who got a far-away look on her face. The others noticed that Lois seemed to be distracted, and one of them in jest suggested that perhaps she needed to be restrained and made to tell all, since she was obviously hiding something from the group. Once more it was Enid who took the lead, and quickly she was joined by the other two. Lois put up a half-hearted struggle, but was quickly subdued. Lois offered to take her clothing off rather than have it torn from her body. When Lois unhooked her bra, Darla whistled in appreciation of what she revealed.

       Darla Cranston must have been behind the door when big tits were handed out, since she had a set that were below average in size and could only be described as droopy. Couple that with a figure that was a little too generous at the bottom, thin brown hair and a face that was round, almost chubby and you described Darla, who still lived with her parents and did exactly what they told her to do. In fact her father had given her a sound spanking only a few days before she left for camp. Even at her age she still was required to strip from the waist down in order to provide the best target for her father's  heavy hand. For Darla the humiliation attached to spanking was many times more painful than the spanking itself.

       Lois Hamilton was plain as a post and wore the most conservative clothes one could imagine. No one had ever seen her legs above mid-calf, and her sweaters and tops were designed to hide rather than accentuate her best feature, a set of tits that were large, melon-shaped and firm. Now she stood there in only a pair of full cut panties and what she was showing made each of the group lick her lips and begin to scheme about getting her into bed with them. It would prove to be a very stressful summer session for the older woman, and one that challenged her view of her own sexuality. What happened that evening and in subsequent nights soon became the talk of the camp. Soon everyone, male and female alike, wanted a piece of Lois, and many did just that, whether she wanted it or not. Like the other camp members, Lois had signed away her ability to just say no.

       The teacher took a deep breath, hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs to reveal a pubic mound that was smooth shaven with thick, puckered red lips and a fat clit peeping from the top of her cunt mouth. Bonnie, who up until then had been quiet as a church mouse, suddenly exclaimed that she wanted some of that pussy here and now. Her comment stunned the group, since she like Enid rarely spoke to anyone outside of the classroom. Bonnie Lindamon had short black hair, wore glasses and was on the verge of being considered fat, and had been fighting her weight for years. There was a reason for the battle she fought daily and it went back to her years as a shy teen. Before too long she would be the center of the group's attention as they forced her to reveal those naughty little secrets just like the others had been made to reveal. However that is a twisted tale for another time.

       For the moment Lois was the center of attraction and once she had stripped down she was fair game. It was Darla who produced the length of rope she claimed was to be used as a line for hanging her wet undies. She caught plenty of flak for her explanation, but the rope was put to good use to restrain Lois. Once that was accomplished, the trio forced their captive to seat herself in one of the hard wooden chairs that doubled as furnishing for their quarters. Enid insisted that Lois position herself so that her legs were spread wide, giving everyone a good view of her shaved mons to salivate over as she was interrogated about her past. One can only imagine what must have been going through principal Nailer's mind when he saw and more importantly, heard the tape of this session.

       Darla led off, asking Lois when she knew she was a lesbian. Her answer sounded false and so the trio took turns teasing their helpless captive by at first fondling her breasts, then graduating to nibbling on those big firm beauties until Lois was panting. However it was once again Enid who cracked her composure by carefully inserting finger after finger until she had four lodged inside the teacher's sopping wet cunt. When she asked Lois if she wanted the thumb as well, her captive's face flushed and after a few moments, she nodded her head. Instead Enid leaned forward and kissed Lois on the mouth, working her tongue past her lips to enter her mouth. Bonnie commented that their prisoner's nipples had gotten quite stiff in the last minute or so, and then to the surprise of everyone including Lois, she began sucking them, bringing Lois close to her first orgasm of the evening.

       Lois was on the verge of that wonderful sensation that she often experienced in the privacy of her drab apartment. However her captors withheld the final push that would have set her off. Enid worked her thumb into Lois' cunt and started to close her hand into a fist, but refused to move it. The older teacher sighed and gave a second version of the truth to her audience and this time they accepted what she told them. Her story was so bizarre, that they had to believe it.

       When she was sixteen, her mother remarried after a messy divorce that took place some three years ago. Her new husband had two teenage sons, one slightly older than Lois, the other her junior by a year. He proved to be a strict  disciplinarian and had some strange ideas that he put into practice. Lois and her mother were not allowed to wear any more than bra and panties when they were in the house. Both were subject to random strip searches that were most embarrassing to Lois since they were always done in the presence of his sons. It was bad enough to be naked before her grinning peers, but having her new step-father's fingers inserted into her vagina and rectum was totally humiliating. Lois could not believe that her mother would tolerate such an invasion of privacy, but she seemed to enjoy being demeaned before her new husband and his two sons, who soon became party to their constant disciplining.

       Spanking was the main method of instilling order and discipline into the household. It was always done while she and her mother were completely naked with their hands tightly tied behind their backs. Quite often both were disciplined at the same time and always in the presence of the sons. Neither were allowed any privacy; the bathroom door was removed from its hinges and the shower curtain taken down as well. He had sex frequently with her mother, and when the spirit moved him he would have her strip off so he could take her wherever they were at the time. Poor Lois never knew when she might walk into a room to find her mother bent over the arm of a chair or on all fours while her new husband skewered her vigorously with his rather large penis, or enjoyed her mouth suctioning his tool, as he called it, into rock hardness prior to taking her in either the vagina or rectum.

       More serious offenses called for breast punishment such as using a rubber hose to beat them until they were swollen so much that it was not possible to wear a bra. Another favorite was to give the offender an enema and force her to hold the contents for up to half an hour. This was accomplished using a bung to prevent the contents from being voided until the holding time was reached. Then there was the belt, a vicious piece of leather embedded with marbles that left the sinner's buttocks, or in rare cases her vulva, criss-crossed with deep welts that might take as long as a couple of weeks to heal properly. Finally there was the ingestion of all manner of unpalatable items such as bars of soap, liquid detergent and oil that had been previously used in cooking.

       Lois and her mother underwent every type of punishment that he decreed, and many times they took them side by side, writhing in pain as the three males enjoyed the spectacle of their naked bodies heaving and twisting against their bonds in a futile attempt to escape the pain they were enduring. Poor Lois had the misfortune to actually attempt to flee the house and the men that made it a prison for her and her mother. In less than a day she was returned by the local authorities.

       That evening after she endured a terrible beating that included having her breasts beaten with the rubber hose by all three males, taking the strap across her buttocks and vulva until both areas were bruised and bleeding from dozens of cuts, plus getting a gigantic ice water enema that she held for thirty minutes, the trio took turns raping her for the first time. The husband decided to sodomize her once his sons had taken her virginity in her mother's presence. Lois bled for two days after her brutal anal rape. This brutal act was the last straw for Lois who became determined to avoid any future relationship with a man. Unfortunately for her she lacked the strength of will to hold to this promise she made to herself.

       Rape was now the punishment of choice when it came to disciplining Lois. In most cases they would have her mother observe the brutal rapes that she endured for nearly a year. On her eighteenth birthday, after an especially brutal punishment session the previous night that was their way of acknowledging that she could have her freedom, Lois packed what little belongings she had and set out to live her own life. She didn't realize that the two years she spent being brutalized had left open wounds in her psyche. It was for that reason that she entered into another dysfunctional relationship with an older man, a college teacher, who turned out to be married. She foolishly thought that his invitation for her to join him and his wife would offer a degree of protection and stability for her.

       Lois was easy prey for the man's wife, who was bisexual. She was well educated, financially well off and quite sophisticated. The woman made short work on any resistance on the part of her teenage lover to be. Lois stayed with the couple for five years in this strange relationship which saw them share her body on a regular basis and also allow some of their closest friends to have her as well. Over that period while she was getting her degree,she also began to believe that she was attracted more towards women than men. They were much more gentle, not as demanding, and very understanding. However she had no luck in forming any kind of lasting relationship, and began to resort to masturbation as the outlet for her sexual needs.

       A  year before she joined the faculty here, Lois had one more failed relationship, this time with a rather dominant male who initially swept her off her feet and then turned out to be manipulative and overbearing. When he began to use corporal punishment as a method for controlling her, it brought back the old memories of when she was a teen and under the thumb of her mother's new husband and his two sons. She had long since lost touch with her mother and had no idea where or with whom she was these days.

        When she left this final relationship, she vowed not to become involved with men ever again. However she also began to fear another failed relationship with a woman, and though she considered herself to be a lesbian, she never sought  female companionship, depending strictly on masturbation to take care of her considerable sexual needs. That is up until this evening when she outed herself.

       "You certainly picked the right place to make your debut as a full fledged lesbian. Not only will we be using your body for our and your pleasure, but there are at least four or five of these teen tramps that I know will want to brag that they had you as well.Then there are the lesbian ladies assigned to the staff including the nurse, who I hear is a champion pussy eater and really knows how to use a dildo as well. I'm sure that hot, wet cunt you have will be taken care of in every way possible. Of course I haven't even mentioned the quintet of moms who are here to bond sexually with their trampy daughters, and I'm sure that a neophyte like yourself will be a most attractive proposition for some of these women too."         

       By the time Darla finished talking, the others were eager to start the ball rolling. Bonnie suggested that they draw lots for the pleasure of Lois' company. However Enid was already busy trying to fist Lois where she sat. Darla joined in on the fun and soon all three marched the bound, naked teacher back into the bedroom containing the queen-sized bed. Lois was stretched out on her back, legs spread apart so that Enid could begin eating her pussy. Bonnie was amusing herself by kissing and sucking those big breasts and the stiff nipples that protruded from the dark areolas. Darla had the second best position, her hairy pubic mound planted on the face of the newly outed lesbian teacher.

       For the first time in years Lois felt comfortable with herself. The fast tongue of the young teacher combined with the taste of Darla's juices got her in the mood and Bonnie's suctioning mouth was the match that started the bonfire that consumed Lois. That first orgasm made those she induced in her solitary life pale in comparison. The trio of tormentors, now more like partners, rotated and fresh lips, tongue and wet pussy started her off on her second trip to paradise. 

       It was much later when the first fist began its long march up her birth canal. By then she was totally open, her cunt loose and yielding. She thinks it was Darla's lips and tongue that took her mind off of the feeling of  fullness radiating from deep within her cunt. When she felt the first contact that tight lump of flesh made with the entrance to her birthing chamber, she gave it up and had a titanic spending that felt as if her insides had been turned inside out. She recalls sobbing with joy as the orgasm washed over her trembling body just before she fainted dead away. So began the first day of her new life.

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)

                                 Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 9

                          Teen Tramp Boot Camp - Lesbian Wannabes (part 2 of 4)

       At Camp Fukalot news traveled with the speed of light it seems. At breakfast the four teachers huddled together laughing and giggling like children. Once they separated, security was breached and one by one the three women who had assisted Lois in achieving a new level of sexual sensitivity couldn't help but share the news with others who they thought might benefit from the knowledge. In parallel, principal Nailer had already seen the "rushes", as he called his secret recordings, and was slavering to get his hands on Lois and her big firm tits. His eyes had popped when he witnessed the tremendous orgasms that rocked and rolled through her naked body. This was one teacher who could and would benefit from being under his wing, so to speak. The only glitch was in the hidden microphone buried in the wall of the main room which picked this of all times to fail.

       By lunch there were at least three members of the lesbian persuasion lined up to have a crack at their latest convert. One was a staffer, another was one of the moms in waiting and the third was one of the teen tramps who had already made her commitment to the female side of the ledger. That afternoon Lois disappeared and didn't show up until the dinner meal. She was escorted into the mess hall by a trio of smug females ranging in age from seventeen to thirty-five. Lois was positively glowing, even if she moved rather gingerly. It seems her latest new friend had taken the liberty of introducing a fat, hard-rubber dildo into unexplored territory. Lois had gladly paid the price for the delicious orgasm that made her feel as if someone had unzipped her head and freed all the bad things that had been troubling her for years.

       Her roommates were a little miffed at her absence and vowed to make sure that she didn't forget who her real friends were. Unfortunately they would be deprived of her company this evening thanks to the good offices of the principal who had arranged for one of the O-mobs to drag Lois off into one of the outlying cabins for a good old fashioned gangbang. Once they finished with the lesbian debutante a few of the male staffers wanted to pay their respects to this most recent member of the lesbian community. In truth there was more to their plans than just a hearty handshake and a good plowing of her nether regions. They were on a mission from Nailer himself and their objective was to determine if she was truly a convert or just a bit addled from being with others like herself who were also confused about their sexuality.

       Lois had experienced a rather disconcerting encounter with one member of the O-mob, a young man perhaps fifteen years her junior who possessed a cock that hit places inside her quivering cunt that she never knew existed. He had taken her by surprise and she didn't have the foggiest idea how to respond to this strange and yet most satisfying feeling he generated. Worse still he was a great kisser, his tongue filling her mouth and wiggling like a playful snake as his hard cock wore a delightful path deep inside her tight wet cunt. Then to compound the mixed feelings of betrayal to the lesbian cause and her selfish enjoyment of the pleasure he provided, his return for an encore peformance nearly blew out all her fuses. It was as if the two melted into one being and to her absolute amazement she proceeded to experience a very different type of orgasm with this young stallion, one that shook her faith to its foundations. It didn't help her self-confidence when he promised to make sure they got together under less stressing conditions in the very near future.

       Later, when she interacted with the male staffers,she experienced some additional difficulty. At one time early in her tenure at the school she had briefly considered a date with this one teacher who evoked some very interesting feelings in her for a few weeks, before her need for stability and freedom from the stresses caused by a relationship took precedence. After being mauled and pawed by his companions, the shaken and sore teacher was delighted to be treated as a human being instead of, as one of them put it, a piece of fuckmeat. Perhaps it was the afterglow from the young stud who made her experience feelings she thought had been excised from her personality a long time ago. Then again it might have been just the fact that he had a great cock and really knew how to use it; but whatever it was, Lois came very close to another orgasm that left her totally shaken.

       A bemused and confused demi-lesbian returned to her module to discover that she was old news. A cat fight had broken out between Bonnie and Enid over who was to occupy the big bed as it became known by the group. Darla had been unable to stop it and so the two fought furiously until they were exhausted. Shortly thereafter they kissed and made up, deciding that they deserved to share the big bed that evening. Lois discovered that her belongings had been moved into the other room and she'd be bunking with Darla in one of the single beds. She was too tired to care, or perhaps had so much to think over that made her welcome this change in status among the group. However in the time it took to fall asleeep, she was entertained by the sounds coming from the other room. Evidently Bonnie and Enid were taking another step closer to the lesbian side of the ledger. Lois sincerely wished them good luck in their endeavor.

       Bonnie and Enid became inseparable. They showered together, they sat next to each other at every meal and fed each other, and naturally they slept together once they got done getting each other off until they were exhausted. Bonnie negotiated for the loan of a strap-on dildo and the couple used it every night, alternating between being a top or a bottom. You talk about the perfect couple, these two youthful shy women were the talk of the camp. Naturally after the outing of Lois and  now these two, all eyes followed Darla, waiting to see what she would do. She and Lois got along fine, but they kept their distance. However one evening the two lovebirds invited Lois to join them for a romp in the big bed, making Darla odd woman out. They neglected to inform their older roommate that she would be restrained during the entire session. Lois had no problem with that, deciding that she needed to be dominated by these two to restore her belief that she was indeed a submissive lesbian fucktoy.

       The two younger women really put Lois through the wringer. They took turns smothering her until she passed out. They used the dildo to widen her cunt and open up her backdoor as well. The pair ate her pussy until she was sore, alternating their efforts to avoid tiring their tongues or getting their lips chapped and swollen. Naturally Lois was expected to reciprocate and she spent hours licking and sucking their pussies. They both managed to get their fists into their invitee's cunt and Bonnie actually got to punch the teacher's cervix like it was a speed bag. They saved the best for last, using a vibrator on her clit until she was on the verge of an orgasm, one of the many they had forced from her so far.

       Quickly a plastic bag was pulled down over Lois' head and wrapped around her neck. Enid kept the bag tightly closed and quickly the air within was used up as Lois struggled to gain breath. Then the orgasm hit, a monster enhanced by her near suffocation, and a few moments later their victim lost consciousness. Later they had to assist a totally exhausted Lois in getting to her bed. A few minutes later the group had a surprise visit from one of the O-mobs that spirited the two lovebirds away for the remainder of the night.

       Principal Nailer was less than enchanted with the behavior of the quartet of  teachers he had added strictly to provider the teen tramps with more sex partners. He hoped that the evening visit of the O-mob to their quarters would incentivize the group to work harder at seducing and romancing the teens running amok in his camp. He still had big plans for Lois, but they were many weeks away according to his time line. So in that period he wanted her to be used and abused by anyone, male or female, who had any spare time or interest in doing her. After another day or two of watching the lovebirds bill and coo morning, noon and night, especially night, he resolved to break the group up, assigning each to one of the teen tramp groups.

       He was also puzzled by the behavior of Darla who seemed to be disinterested in any opportunity to bed either a teen or a peer. Perhaps a few days as a staff helper might do the trick. He would rotate her from the men to the ladies, including his nurse, and see if any sparks flew. As for Lois, she would start getting regular visits from the O-mobs, being used as a fluffer and cum sucker if they were too busy pounding the pussies of the teen tramps that were their main targets of opportunity.

       In the following weeks most of his strategies worked out quite well. The teen teasers went out of their way to keep Bonnie and Enid away from each other. Once these little hellions got it through their nearly empty heads that it was great fun to fuck over their teachers without any fear of repercussions, they went at it with a vengeance. When they weren't having sex with them, they were arranging for others to enjoy fucking and sucking the teachers until they looked like a pair of leaking blow-up dolls. One of their nastiest tricks was to tie one of them to a chair and force her to watch as the teens took turns stretching the pussy and asshole of the other until her holes looked as if they were on the verge of collapsing from the enormous pressure brought to bear by the items they buried deep inside them.

       The teens made sure that the teachers never got a good night's sleep. Once they were tucked in for the night, which meant being tied down to their narrow beds with only a thin mattress for support and no covering despite the cool night air, they were considered fair game by any of the group or teens from other modules nearby. Sometimes vibrators with long-life batteries were inserted into their sore, stretched twats to keep them awake as the buzzing toys worked their magic on the helpless women. The teens would usually bet on how wide the wet spot would be by morning, with the winner getting  first crack at the teacher's cunt with a toy or her fist.

       The most fun was to wake one of the restrained teachers and either make her clean up a pussy that might have been very recently fucked and filled with hot cum, or make sure the asshole of a camper who had just taken a huge dump and was a little short of toilet paper was brought up to the camp's cleanliness standards. Over the course of a night, a teacher might be awakened two or three times before it was time to face another day. Within a week they were reduced to zombies, only useful for fucking, abusing and humiliating. Obscene words and rough drawings covered their naked bodies thanks to the markers made available to the teens.

       In parallel to this strategy Darla was passed around to the staffers who were encouraged to do what they thought was necessary to make her a productive camper. Because there were two males for every  female staff member, Darla spent more time being fucked stupid by the men who found her a refreshing change from the vapid teen tramps who seemed to be underfoot no matter where they went. Had it not been for the O-mobs, the male campers might have revolted and taken leave of their assignments regardless of the consequences. Darla had never in her boring life had so much attention paid to her by men. It made her feel a little better about herself even while she was on all fours with a cock buried in her asshole and another pounding upwards into her tight cunt. In all honesty, as the days went by, her orifices became a lot more accommodating to the hard dicks that plowed her furrows.

       Every time that Darla began to doubt she was a lesbian, one of the female staffers, which included the nurse, would do something to make her remain convinced that her future only encompassed the gentler sex, when it came to anything of an intimate nature. The two lesbians taught senior classes at the high school, which meant they had little to do with Darla Cranston until now. They did their best to make Darla feel comfortable in their presence, doing their best to make her relax as they tried to bring her to orgasm. Her reaction to whatever they tried was always neutral or even negative, totally frustrating them. Naturally they had no idea of her home life and the position she had in the family hierarchy.

       It was the nurse, a woman in her mid-fifties, who gained Darla's confidence. It helped that she had  access to the medicine cabinet. With principal Nailer's permission, she began to drug Darla with mild sedatives to loosen her up and calm her fears that her strong feelings of insecurity would be discovered. Once that was accomplished she began dosing the teacher with a powerful experimental aphrodisiac. Now it was a simple matter to calm the woman down and restrain her on the examination table equipped with a variety of extras that made having sex with her quite easy.

       At first Darla was told she was going to have a pelvic examination, but what did occur was an order of magnitude more invasive, and it got results. Darla's first few orgasms were on the mild side, but as the nurse increased the drug dosage and used more sophisticated instruments to induce her orgasms,  they blossomed into major league events that left her exhausted, but also very satisfied. All was going well until one of the O-mobs spirited her away one late afternoon for a little romp in the woods.  As luck would have it, she had just ingested a large dose of the aphrodisiac. The rest was history. One thing about that drug, it put the subject in the mood for some outstanding sex, and she didn't really care from whom the stimulation came. That long evening Darla became the stuff of legends. Her accomplishments during that session were embellished and used by future staffers as material to encourage or discourage their campers. Darla on the other hand became a model for the next class of teenage tramps who treated her as a member of the school's  sexual royalty.

       The two lesbian teachers and the nurse could not possibly hope to match what took place once news of Darla's epiphany made the rounds at camp. All the male staffers plus more than half of the tramps  were now eager to say that they too had sex with Darla while at Camp Fukalot. Her popularity with the male population plus the anti-lesbian teen tramp group went a long way toward convincing Darla Cranston that she belonged on the heterosexual side of things, with perhaps an occasional fling with the right kind of female companion.

       As for the two younger teachers, they decided not to decide at this juncture, but certainly looked forward to attending the next summer session of Camp Fukalot. In the meantime they would share an apartment but see other people as well. Other people included both sexes, and their performance at camp had established them as a pair to watch come the next school year. It was interesting that before they left camp they both had managed to hook up with a teen, not the same one thank goodness, and Enid added a mom to her collection of potential lovers while Bonnie met a guy from one of the O-mobs who liked her plumpish body and had first hand knowledge of her tight wet cunt and hard nippled tits while he boffed her bowlegged, a sign that all she needed was some cultivating before she turned into a man-eater.

                       (To be continued - rolf palsy)

                                   Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 10

                         Teen Tramp Boot Camp - Lesbian Wannabes (part 3 of 4)

       With two weeks to go before this initial session of the camp was concluded, most successfully it seemed, principal Niles Nailer turned much of his attention to Lois Hamilton and her big firm tits. He moved her into his quarters and kept her naked and restrained at all times. If he had more pressing matters such as working with that tramp Bambi or her sexed-up mother, he would turn Lois over to the nurse, who was effectively his second in command. Despite the fact that nurse Connie Hanson was a dyed in the wool lesbian, she was a team player and always did what he wished, even if it went against her grain at times.

       There were times when the devil gained control over the principal and he would let the nurse know that it was her call when it came to disciplining Lois. On those occasions he always enjoyed later forcing Lois to describe in detail all the things that were done to her by the nurse. Any detail that she overlooked meant swift retribution, which was what Nailer was seeking. Many times he would have nurse Hanson do to Lois what she forgot to mention while he watched and enjoyed her embarrassment and pain.

       Lois Hamilton was quickly introduced to the wheel, an alternate to the prayer bench that he used strictly for disciplining the teen tramps of the camp. It became her second home when she wasn't on the nurse's special table, or taking Nile's big cock in every hole or perhaps making a midnight  pilgrimage to the unofficial quarters occupied by one of the O-mobs. She spent hours kneeling on wooden rods sucking Nailer's cock, being careful not to make him get off, which was cause for a visit to the wheel and another meeting with the hickory stick or even the cane. He taught her how to keep his cock hard and on the verge of ejaculating, a state of bliss that he thoroughy enjoyed as long as he was in command of the situation.

       Once he was certain that she had learned whatever sex trick it was he taught her, he let her practice on any male staffer or O-mob member who was available. That gave him time to devote to other campers. Nights were reserved for her unless he had pressing business or was made an offer he couldn't refuse. That was when he palmed her off on the O-mobs who looked forward to her appearances, since she was always learning new tricks to use to keep them interested in fucking her senseless. This approach by Niles Nailer  was insidious. Not once did he accuse her of being a deviant, he merely trained her to be the kind of sex partner that every man dreamed of, knowing full well  that her weak-willed personality would make her fall victim to the first man who gave her a tumble. He once referred to her as his living blow-up doll, and that was fairly close to what she was becoming.

       Lois usually spent anywhere between one to two hours on the wheel being introduced to the strap, flogger, hickory stick pointer, rubber hose, switches harvested and treated from bushes that grew near the camp, and even the cane on certain rare occasions when she had been a very bad girl. The latter was a terrifying instrument he nicknamed the "whistler" for the sound that three foot length of rattan made as it sliced through the air just before tearing into the unprotected flesh of the unfortunate he was whipping.

       Her broad bottom absorbed plenty of punishment in almost every session, but rarely did he draw blood from those pale cheeks. He really loved sodomizing her after a good ass whipping, taking a break from giving her corporal punishment and reinforcing in Lois the fact that she was considered sexually attractive by this powerful personality who was also responsible for her career advancement. He would tell her repeatedly that she was one of the lucky few who were given the type of personal attention she was receiving from him. Principal Nailer liked to describe himself as her mentor in all things including sex, but never her lover. Lois finally bought into that claim, and the rest was easy, for principal Nailer that is.

       Every night that they spent together in his big bed was an opportunity for the principal to worm a little more information from Lois about her past. At first she refused to tell him anything. However after a trip to the nurse for a "pelvic" examination, she became more open to Nailer's questions about her formative years. The memory of the terrible things the nurse did to her twat and asshole with those speculums that stretched her openings to their limit and on one terrifying occasion actually caused some minor fissures to open at the mouth of her cunt, would haunt her for the rest of the time she remained at Camp Fukalot.

       He had heard bits and pieces about her bizarre life with her mother's second husband and his dominating sons, but he wanted to hear it from her lips to confirm his suspicions about how certain portions of her personality were formed. For example last semester he had heard stories of Lois being seen entering the home of two boys from his school, one of whom was a member of her class. These two were given a wide berth by most of the students due to their aggressive behavior.

       Rumor had it that they and their father were having sex with the teacher in exchange for keeping quiet about some details of her past that she had not revealed during her interview many years ago. How they found out was a mystery, but if true they had her under their thumbs, and were making the most of it. They quickly tired of using her body since she was incapable of responding normally to the things that they did to her. To guarantee her future silence, the father took some incriminating pictures of her having sex with the boys, and kept them locked away in a safe deposit box.

       Niles Nailer was bound and determined to get to the heart of the matter, even if it meant doing some serious damage to her body. In that event the principal had a fall-back plan, having Lois admitted to a private hospital to recover. It helped that he was on the board of directors. In lieu of money she would work off her debt as a live-in sex slave taking care of the wealthy male patients who came there to rest, relax and enjoy plenty of good sex provided by the hospital's staff. Nailer looked upon that option as a great way to cure Lois of her inhibitions concerning sex with males.

       He started breaking her resistance with double sessions on the wheel for four straight days. She was spared nothing. He whipped her big butt with his strap, switches freshly cut from local stands that had been soaked overnight in brine, and a wooden paddle configured to provide total coverage of one of her pale cheeks, if used properly. At each session, Lois was gagged with ripe panties donated by one of the female staffers in order not to call attention to what was taking place. After using whatever punishment tool he initially chose, he would interrogate his prisoner and continue with another implement if she still proved to be uncooperative, which was the norm for Lois Hamilton. He learned quickly that she could take about an hour of heavy duty pounding before she passed out. Nailer was amazed at her ability to endure punishment. He also realized that her secrets must be most interesting if she would allow herself to be tormented so brutally without giving up what she held deep in her memory.

       Late in the afternoon after her close encounter of the sexual kind with some O-mob where she would be fucked bowlegged for as long as three hours straight in both lower holes while hard cocks sawed away inside her mouth and down her gullet, she was returned to principal Nailer for another session on the wheel. This time Lois was attached so her front side was now exposed for whatever he wished to use on her. It was a smorgasbord of punishers that tore into her bare body as he moved from her legs to her neck, leaving a trail of cuts, welts and bruises in his wake. Twice she passed out as he whipped her mercilessly. Each time he brought her around by doing something terrible to her cunt, plunging the tool he was wielding into her tight dry hole, abrading the mucous membrane protecting the walls of her fuck tube.

       By the second day the principal had the sequence for whipping her ass down pat. First she would get the paddle until both cheeks were crimson and swollen to the point that they appeared ready to burst if  even given one extra whack. It became apparent that a two handed grip did the most damage; it sounded like a pistol shot when one of his better wallops landed flush on her big butt, making the flesh quiver and jiggle like jelly. Then he'd take it to her with the switches. The extremely flexible lengths of salt encrusted branches could find their way into the smallest areas. He liked to use them to whip the tender area between her swollen buns, often opening up wounds that would bleed steadily during the course of the whipping.

        Another favorite was the area just below her sagging swollen cheeks. He would introduce that tender region to his pointer, a two foot length of polished hickory that tapered at the end to allow special metal tips to be attached. He had three types he used, depending upon what portion of her anantomy he was going over. One was a solid ball of brass that had a hole drilled in it to allow attachment to the pointer. This worked quite well when used on her rib cage. The second type was for the tender spots like her armpits, the backs of her knees, and her tight cunt mouth. It was called a star and it was a small sphere covered with tiny spikes that would tear open her flesh if used with maximum force. Of all the implements he used on her, this and the cane terrified Lois Hamilton the most. Finally he had the option to sheath the last four inches of his pointer with a smooth metal jacket that worked especially well when he was whipping the undersides of her big firm tits.

       After whipping her until his arm got tired, he'd take a break and have nurse Hanson examine Lois to make sure she was able to take more punishment and also patch up the areas that he would not be revisiting during this session. Once she departed he would sodomize the stubborn teacher, enjoying the warmth generated by her well whipped butt as he tunneled between her crimson, welted buns. She would be quite responsive while he drilled out her asshole, her reaction surprising him somewhat. He loved to reach around and maul her dangling tits and see how far he could stretch her nipples. That always made her tighten the grip her asshole had on his cock, a feeling he loved to experience. There were times that he regretted not cultivating this bundle of paradoxes before now.

       Niles Nailer had to admit that he used the strap on her bruised and battered bottom just for the sheer enjoyment of listening to her muffled yelps as he wore out that broad ass. He'd cut a series of welts from the top of one bun to the bottom of the other. Then he'd make the same design from the other side, leaving a checkerboard pattern of welts and minor cuts behind. Finally he'd march that leather length down her flabby hams and continue all the way to the sensitive region behind her knees. She'd almost jump out of her skin when he worked that area for any length of time with the sheathed pointer. Nailer had to be very careful not to get carried away since there was no one around to call a halt to matters. The tender insides of her thighs were reserved for when she was face up on the wheel praying for someone to intercede and free her from the agony she was undergoing.

       Most of the time the principal worked on her front side just before he went to dinner, leaving Lois bound to her pallet, her belly growling from the lack of food. He had decided from the onset to put her on a starvation diet while he sweated the truth from her about her past. However he went heavy on the water, forcing her to take on large quantities of liquid that made her stomach grow round. She grew to dread her afternoon beating because now her stomach made an inviting target once he had forced her to consume perhaps two quarts of water before taking her to the wheel.

       He would start off by using a flogger on her hairless pubic mound, laying the leather on her taut skin, then beating the entrance to her twat until it was so swollen that her thick puckered cunt lips bridged the narrow slot between them. Then he might give her a taste of the hickory, whipping the same area with either the ball or star tip as she screamed soundlessly into the panties used to gag her. Satisfied that he had her attention, the principal might pull the wadded up pair of panties from her mouth and ask if she had anything to tell him about her early days as a teen. Rebuffed as usual he would take out his ire on her plump thighs, using a rubber hose to beat them until they looked like twin black and blue supports for her brutalized pubic mound, making the act of walking an agonizing proposition. He described this treatment as tenderizing her before bringing in the big guns to pulverize Lois Hamilton's naked body.

       Nailer discovered that the brine encrusted switches really did the job since they broke the skin stretched over her badly bruised thighs and drove the salt particles deep into her bleeding flesh causing her terrible pain. Her entire body would shiver and quake from the agony those narrow flexible switches created. The skin around the whipped area would turn into goose flesh almost as a sympathetic reaction to the pangs of pure pain that danced up and down those bleeding thighs. He liked to use his hickory stick equipped with the brass ball tip to finish off the insides of her tender thighs. To whip them properly required that he learn to twist his wrist immediately before the tip bit into that soft flesh. A successful strike often caused Ms. Hamilton to lose control of her bladder for a brief period of time, spraying her piss over the bleeding area, adding to the misery she was experiencing. Alas, Lois needed two days to recover before she could face another session featuring those badly beaten and bruised thighs. 

       Her eyes would get big with fright when he tapped her rounded belly, filled with a couple of quarts of icy water that sometimes made her have cramps. He would drive her to distraction by tapping her belly with the rubber hose, making her break into a sweat as she awaited the brutal attack that would soon occur. Poor Lois was always shocked and caught unprepared when the rubber hose flattened her bulging belly, causing her stomach to force the water up and out through her nostrils. Soon she would be unable to breath and often in a panic she would make things even worse while he looked on and waited for her struggles to bring the real pain and terror.

       Reviving her proved to be something of a challenge and he always made her pay dearly for that little delay in her punishment. He'd crank the wheel until her big firm tits flopped away from her chest wall, leaving them vulnerable to any of his toys such as the hickory stick, rubber hose or even the most deadly item in his arsenal, the cane. He would start her off with the stick, tapping it against the stretched flesh of her tits until she pleaded with her eyes for some form of mercy. Then he'd hit her as hard as he could, right at the spot where her tit was attached to the chest wall. The look on her face was always priceless. Her brown eyes would pop and tears ran from them in torrents as the pain raced into her brain. Even before the first wave of pain had run its course, he'd let her have it again and again. Ms. Hamilton would go mad from the pain and nearly rupture herself trying to break free of the manacles that held her naked body against the wheel. He'd step back and let her savor the blazing pain as it rocketed through her body causing her to shake uncontrollably.

       When Nailer moved in to continue her beating she'd shut her eyes almost as if that would make him go away. While he tapped the stretched skin of her other tit he would once more offer her relief if she spilled the beans about her past, promising that it would go no further than his own ears. She chose not to believe him, thus opening herself up to many more days of almost unending pain as he tortured her to her limits to make her satisfy his curiosity, nothing more than that, his curiosity. By the time he finished using the pointer on her firm tits they were swollen to almost double their normal size and badly bruised. She'd be on the verge of passing out, but he still wasn't finished giving her a good beating, the kind she might not ever want to suffer again. She proved him wrong over the next two days, but it was fun for him anyway.

                               ( To be concluded - rolf palsy)

                              Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 11

                         Teen Tramp Boot Camp - Lesbian Wannabes (part 4 of 4)

       After four consecutive days of double sessions on the wheel, there wasn't much area on her naked body that wasn't covered with cuts, welts or bruises. Towards the end he had concentrated on places like her armpits,  the cleft between her ass cheeks that now looked like a bloody furrow, those bruised and swollen tits that still could feel pain, and naturally that raw, super-sore slit that was so torn up that when he fucked her Lolis would pass out from the pain. Her ass looked like two lumps of raw meat, still bleeding in spots from the last round of whippings which featured the hickory stick with the star tip and for the first time, the cane.

       Niles Nailer let his frustration at her resistance get the best of him by the time the fourth day rolled around. He threw caution to the winds, now gambling on his back-up plan for her recovery taking care of any serious damage that he caused during the final two sessions that lasted well beyond two hours each. In the morning session he stuck mainly to the hickory stick pointer with an occasional application of the cane just for the hell of it. By the time he was satisfied that Lois Hamilton was beyond feeling any pain, the place was blood splattered. He had used the star tip to tear away at the cleft between those two lumps of hamburger that once were her ass cheeks, then added a few vicious strokes from the three foot rattan cane he reserved for special occasions.

       He decided to give Ms Hamilton's asshole one last pounding with his hard cock. By the time he finished blowing his load deep inside that tight, quivering passageway, his joint was coated with blood picked up as his prick passed over the bleeding entrance to her backdoor. Still she managed a weak sexual response to the skewering she received. Nailer was astonished at her reaction. There was no way this woman was a lesbian when she could respond positively to what he had just dished out to her naked body. He was beginning to wonder if she wasn't a latent pain slut. Wouldn't that be interesting!

       The second part of the morning whipping was just as brutal and bloody as its predecessor. Somehow Lois managed to stay conscious for most of the beating, especially the portion that utilized the hickory stick. It tore away the super sensitive area behind her knees, her plumpish hams and even managed to lacerate her shoulder blades, turning them into crimson arcs. Amazingly most of the damage turned out to be superficial. By the start of the school year there was almost no evidence remaining of the terrible beatings he had dealt out to her. Only the vicious cuts of the cane had left anything resembling permanent marks, but they'd never be seen in public, and in private they were a turn-on to many of the bedmates that Lois allowed to join her for bouts of heated sex and other bizarre activities that shall remain private between Ms Hamilton and her bed partners.

       While the principal ate lunch, Lois was turned over to nurse Hanson so she could repair the worst portions of the damage done to her body during the morning's whipping. To make sure that Lois would be able to handle the afternoon session, Connie shot her up with a combination of powerful stimulants that would keep her wide awake and sexually excited. Ms Hanson knew of his predilection for having sex with Lois during the whipping sessions. Thus she reasoned that if Lois appeard to be welcoming his cock rather than resisting his overtures, things might go better for her. This was not to be the case, but he certainly enjoyed her ardor, but made sure that she was beaten to within an inch of her life in a vain effort to make her reveal the secrets of her past.

       Later that afternoon after he had spent some quality time with Bambi the youthful teen tramp, he returned to finish off Lois for the day. He was not happy at all about her ability to take his best shots and come back for more. He started her out with the cane. Over and over it whistled thorough the air to tear into her bulging belly that was filled with water. Twice she passed out as so much water was forced out through her nostrils she was unable to get sufficient air to stay conscious. She continued to be stubborn and refused to answer his questions concerning her past.

       He became furious and resorted to caning her tits, landing half a dozen vicious blows to those big beauties that by now were twin bags of throbbing agony hanging from her chest. Her face was a contorted mask more like a beast of the jungle, rather than a human being, with its eyes glowing like burning coals and teeth revealed by her grimace of terrible pain. He moved the wheel so that her tits fell away from her chest exposing the tender undersides. Now it was his turn to give her the spiked kiss of the pointer. He pounded her big jiggling jugs until they were riddled with small blood blisters from the star tip encountering her tit meat. Then he moved down to her navel and filled it with blood as he delivered one blow after another, each digging into her before coming away with tiny pieces of flesh and skin. By now he had become the master of this terrifying tool and regretted not learning to use it prior to the beatings he dished out to his victim. He finished the session by using the ball tip to work on the flesh between her ribs, moving up one side and down the other leaving a trail of bloody imprints in his wake. Still she resisted his questions and tomorrow he vowed to break her will despite almost any cost to her body and mind.

       Principal Nailer had a pressing engagement with one of the moms, so he turned over what was left of Lois Hamilton to his top O-mob, telling them that she liked it rough, very rough, and to show her no mercy. The only conditions he laid upon them was that none of her bones were to be broken and any breaks in her skin must not require stitches afterward. That night, that very long night, Lois established a record for taking cock that would stand for a number of years until a thirteen year old tramp by the name of Honey Bunny Hanscombe established a new one.

       The battered and bleeding school teacher spent the later portion of the morning in the infirmary being treated for various physical problems caused by the nearly nonstop pronging she endured. Her asshole had finally blown out after hours of steady double anal assaults, followed by a round robin of anal fisting. The nurse was very worried over the amount of slack her asshole displayed. However that was only part of the problem. The O-mob had finally been exhausted by the middle of the morning, but thanks to the injections she had taken before her last beating, Lois was still conscious and very responsive to the few remaining hard cocks that stretched her cunt, even though they were incapable of delivering any more cum to her twat.

       The mob leader ordered that she be fisted instead of fucked, hoping that a couple of hours of fisting might allow a few of his studs to recover so they could continue fucking Lois. A couple of hours of fisting became almost twice that. However as far as Ms Hamilton was concerned, she was still able to squeeze off one orgasm after another as they relentlessly stretched her over-fucked cunt. Some of the mob members managed to reach her cervix and they battered it mercilessly, but the teacher didn't seem to notice. Her cunt gradually lost its ability to recover from the distortion created by some of the larger male fists that plowed up her distended fuck tunnel. Toward the end they tag-teamed her, double fisting her blown-out twat that had totally lost all its elasticity. As one wag described that gaping cavern from which a steady stream of fuck sludge issued, "You could fly a blimp up her cunt without it touching the sides."

       The principal's good mood went up in smoke when he got a look at what was left of Lois, stretched out on the examination table, her cunt and asshole looking like two large wounds, and her tits covered with bite marks. This was not what he had expected to see. How was he ever to break into this woman's secret memories if she was teetering on the verge of going into a coma. Nurse Hanson merely shrugged at his rhetorical questions, and waited for him to calm down so she could talk some sense into him.

       "All that's left is to give her a "hot foot". It'll either bring her out of her stupor or push her over the edge. What can you lose? If she goes into a coma, she goes into a coma. Then we ship her to the private hospital and she's their problem. From what I hear about last night, they'd love to have her working for them if she survives, that is."

       Niles Nailer thought for a few minutes as he paced back and forth in front of the battered body of the teacher who was to have been one of his most successful projects in this inaugural session of Camp Fukalot. Suddenly he clapped his hands and exclaimed, "What the hell! Let's do it. Do you have the video camera handy? I want a record of this little treatment for my private tape files,'' Connie smiled and nodded.

       The "hot foot" was the brain child of one of principal Nailer's former teachers who loved to tinker with things. He had since gone on to bigger and better things as a result of his patent on this extraordinary sex toy. The genesis for this invention was the girl friend he had at the time. She was pretty and built like a brick outhouse. However she was an iceberg in the sack. He tried every trick in the book with no success. Then he got this bright idea to juice up her clit and turn her into a sex maniac for as long as that hot button stayed fat and sassy. In technical terms the invention made the female's clitoris enlarge to anywhere from two to five times its normal size, depending upon the amount of a hormone that was injected into it prior to the electrical stimulus or ignition as he described the process. It took some tinkering with the hormone dosages, power and duration before his girl friend was romping around his apartment on all fours begging for cock, any cock.

       As they say, the rest was history. He sold the rights to his invention to some Japanese business men and moved there to enjoy the fruits of his labor. When Nailer last heard from him he was operating a string of hot-pillow cubicles featuring teenage Japanese high school girls to cater to the sexual needs of the harried business men who kept the nation humming. He was rotating these sweeties through his house outside Tokyo and was currently approaching one thousand sexually-satisfied, teenage fuck-bunnies serviced in his custom built bedmobile, as he called it, usually for one night only unless she had an extraordinarily large clit.

       The principal had received this machine as a parting gift when the teacher left for Japan. He had used it perhaps half a dozen times and it always worked as advertized. While he went back to his quarters to retrieve his hickory stick, the nurse secured the comatose teacher down to the table with her legs spread wide and attached to the table's wings by another set of sturdy straps. She then wheeled out this little gray box she recovered from the cabinet which she always kept locked when she wasn't  present, and set it up besides the naked body of Lois. Next the nurse took a small case from the same cabinet and set it on the table next to the box. A few minutes later the principal returned with his trusty hickory pointer, now fitted with the brass ball at its tip.

       He nodded his head towards the "patient" and nurse Hanson busied herself attaching the leads to the unconscious woman's clit and the surrounding area once she had exposed it by means of a set of clamps that dug deep into the flesh of her puckered cunt lips. Nailer insisted on doing the honors, so Connie stepped back once she opened the case. He filled a hypodermic needle with some of the hormone contained in a small sealed flask to protect it from the environment. With a mischievous smile he approached the senseless teacher and plunged the needle into her clit, thumbing the contents into that pea sized gland. Then he pinched the small lump of hard flesh and waited for the reaction to take place.

       Nurse Connie Hanson gasped at what took place next. Lois began to murmur and struggle against her bonds as her clitoris became crimson and then started to pulsate and grow. As it enlarged, Ms Hamilton's struggling grew more intense, but the straps held firm. Once the gland stabilized, it was the size of a walnut. Nailer gave the nurse a signal and she pressed a button on the gray box,causing Lois to lunge again and again against the straps that held her down to the table. Her clit had started to grow again and now it was a blue-black color as more and more blood rushed into it to be trapped, adding to its phenomenal enlargement.

The principal leaned over and took aim with his pointer at the huge lump of sex flesh that had blossomed in a matter of minutes. He flicked his wrist and the ball tip caught the teacher's clit dead center and she started to scream, a weird sound akin to some sea bird in distress. At his command the nurse upped the power and Lois went mad with pain and fear as she experienced another growth spurt of her clit, now the size of a pigeon's egg, the skin covering it made almost transparent by the pressure from this awesome expansion.

       "Now to finish the bitch off!" screamed Niles Nailer as he reloaded the hypodermic needle. He thumbed another dose of hormonal fluid into the pulsating lump of sex flesh and Lois managed to snap the bonds holding her upper body to the table. Up she came, her face contorted, snarling like an animal. He used the hickory stick once more to devastate her clit, and at the same time Connie Hanson gave her every bit of power the box could deliver. Lois was finished, her eyes popped then closed, and she sagged back onto the table, her body covered with sweat, parts of her naked form still shivering and reacting to the aimless bursts of commands flowing from those synapses that were set off by the overdose of electrical power.

       After restraining Lois with handcuffs and leg irons, they gagged her and placed a hood over her head to further handicap her from escaping and wreaking havoc among the male camp members. As Nailer pointed out, she was super horny and desperate for as much cock as she could entice to fuck her. His plan was to keep her subdued and unable to get any cock unless he supplied it. In exchange she would tell him of her life while she was under the control of her mother's second husband and her later escapades with other older men. To make it easier to control her, he instructed the nurse to provide her only the minimum amount of food and water to sustain her without causing any serious long term harm to her body.

       It took two days and parts of the nights before she finished describing all the things that befell her as a teenager and young woman going out into the world. The rest of the time she was being fucked senseless by the O-mobs who could not believe the size of her clit and the energy she displayed while they crammed her cunt and asshole to their limits with thick hard cocks. By the time she got done her sex drive was beginning to wan a bit, but she still was horny enough to keep the male staffers busy whenever they had the time. Strangely enough she had seemed to lose all interest in members of her own sex, which made principal Nailer a happy camper. He had other plans for her and they did not involve any lesbians.

       When Camp Fukalot closed for the season, Ms Hamilton was shipped to the private hospital to have her blownout orifices and badly battered tits repaired and made stronger than the originals. She then convalesced at his home so she could further recuperate before beginning another semester at the high school. Outside of a world record number of blow jobs and some of the best tit fucking he had ever experienced, principal Nailer lived a monastic life with his reborn teacher until the new semester began. 

       She had lost nearly twenty pounds over that summer and when this was coupled with her new wardrobe featuring see-through blouses over demi-bras that barely contained her big firm jugs, plus short skirts and high heels that had her male students slavering to get their hands on her, the old Lois Hamilton was given the deep six to use a nautical expression. Principal Nailer gave her as much freedom as she wanted, which was considerable and enjoyed the sexual chaos she caused at his high school. After all, he had created this sexy troublemaker and now he would enjoy the challenge of taming her. Suffice to say the following summer Lois accompanied him to the second season for Camp Fukalot and caused all sorts of hell, but that's a twisted tale for another time.

                                                                    (Finis - rolf palsy)

                                                  Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 19

                                                     Fractured Family (part 3 of 10)

       The principal had Bryce Grander transported by ambulance to the local hospital accompanied by one of the faculty to make sure that his injuries were properly diagnosed and treated. Even before the boy was admitted, Nailer had been in contact with a close friend who was an administrator for the hospital. He explained the situation and asked that the boy's father be contacted rather than the mother. Poor Bob, his little friend had just gotten his dick good and hard and was peeling down her bikinis in preparation for a nice long fucking when his secretary buzzed him, stating that someone from the local hospital wanted to speak to him concerning the condition of his son who had just been admitted in serious condition.  That was the end of fun and games for the morning.

       Bernice was in her physical education class supervised by Renate, who had been instructed to make sure that the teen was to remain after class, even if it meant physically restraining her. Staying with Nailer had made her a very loyal member of the Arnold Palmer faculty and she was determined that this little girl was not going to walk all over her this time. Marcy's daughter was blissfully unaware that her brother was in much worse condition than she and her mother thought. So she fell prey to the story from Renate that the principal  wanted to see her about Bryce, who had taken ill this morning. After cooling her heels for five minutes Bernice began to get suspicious. She attempted to go to her locker and dress before her meeting. Renate blocked her way and the teen made the mistake of trying to go around her as if she wasn't there. The next thing she knew this long, muscular arm wrapped around her throat and choked off her air at the same time that she was lifted off her feet.

       As Bernice discovered, it's pretty difficult to try to talk when your windpipe is closed up and your feet are six inches off the floor. Renate held on tight and gradually the teen's struggles trailed off as she lost consciousness. The PE teacher let her charge down and watched as Bernice folded up like an accordion, gasping and wheezing for breath. Just to make sure that the girl knew who was in charge, Renate kicked her smartly in the ribs a couple of times, bringing more groans from her prisoner. Minutes later the principal made an appearance and with the teacher's assistance they dragged the girl into the empty showers, since it was lunch time. They stripped Bernice to the skin, then Renate got her in a hammerlock and bent her back until only her toes were touching the cold tile floor. Without warning Nailer took one quick step and kneed the teen between her legs, flattening her puffy lipped cunt and seconds later causing her to vomit all over herself as Renate kept her in a grip of iron.

       Her assailant towered over her, fists clenched, eyes flashing, a look of pure malice on his face. Bernice nearly lost control of her bladder when he took a step toward her, fearing another knee to her sore pussy. Instead her cracked her across the face with the back of his hand, leaving an imprint that would stay for nearly a week. Nailer stuck his face inches from her tearful countenance and screamed at her that Bryce was in the hospital having his wounds tended to by doctors and nurses who were shocked at the brutality he experienced. Then he added more little white lies, telling Bernice that Bryce had named her and Marcy as the ones who did these terrible things to him. Both he and the school nurse were there when he said this to the teacher who brought him to the station for medical assistance. Now thanks to her stupidity and cruelty he, Niles Nailer, was going to have to pull some strings to hush up this nasty incident.

       He gave her another slap across the face and had Renate tighten her grip so he could kick the teen in the crotch this time. He managed to get the toe of his shoe between her cunt lips, a clean hit, and she spewed more vomit and passed out. Still seething over her evil nature, he got the bright idea of having Renate dunk her in one of the toilets in the next locker room. He supervised as the German babe half drowned the teenager. Nailer couldn't help noticing that she had one fine ass on that trim body. He made a mental note to have her over to his house soon so he could see just how tight that cute butthole actually was. Renate supervised as Bernice showered and dressed before being marched back to the principal's office for more interrogation. Nailer had some very erotic images of this haughty bitch and her mother at his mercy for days on end, forcing them to do all sorts of nasty acts to inflame the horde of teenage studs waiting their turn to gangbang the pair.

       The principal had not left any gaps in his story. As soon as they were seated in his office he had his secretary send for the nurse and the teacher who had brought Bryce to the station. They had been carefully prepped and confirmed that the boy had accused his sister and mother of causing his injuries, which were substantial and showed great cruelty on the part of whoever perpetrated them. The nurse added some frosting on the cake by muttering that she sure would like to get her hands on the one who did so much damage to the boy's impressively sized cock, that now wouldn't be able to function for perhaps weeks. As it turned out, the nurses at the hospital were taking turns riding his baloney pony four days after Bryce's admission.

       Bernice was one frightened little girl after the "witnesses" left the room. Nailer moved in for the kill. He warned the teen that if she leaked any of this information to her mother, she would stand trial as an equal defendant. This was nonsense since the girl was a minor despite her tight, curvy body and nasty disposition. Nailer had already arranged for the hospital administrator to make a phone call to Marcy Grander and inform her of her son's injuries and the fact that the local police were likely to become involved unless she could refute his accusations about her made before witnesses. He would urge her to meet with the principal of her son's school to see if something could be arranged to avoid the ugly publicity that would be the result of her trial. After that it was the principal's show, and it would star the Grander women.

       To be on the safe side he decided to stash Bernice at his place until the big meeting tonight was finished. She was released back into her classes, but Nailer had his spies among the student population and they'd make sure that there was no attempt on the part of the teenager to get in touch with her mother. Then to add more fuel to the fire he arranged for her to be given detention supervised by Ms. Manners, a no-nonsense woman who loved cock and had a strong dislike for those of the lesbian persuasion. She had already made threats about what she'd do if she ever got the chance to have Bernice Grander under her thumb. The principal was amused that today she would be getting her first taste of little Bernice, but certainly not her last.

       That night the trap was sprung successfully. Nailer played his hole card, a detective who owed him a favor for covering up a minor screw-up his daughter made that had the potential to cause her to spend her summer vacation in school, which would have inconvenienced him and his family no end. Naturally he played the heavy. Nailer's friend the administrator played his role to the hilt, hinting that there were some on the staff that were so angry concerning the boy's injuries that they would testify against her in any trial.

       Then there was the principal, doing his best to keep Marcy and Bernice from an ugly trial that would result in all likelihood in a lengthy prison term and cause her daughter to be put into a juvenile rehabilitation facility until she was eighteen. He also had to admit that there were a number of school faculty who would be only too happy to testify against Marcy and Bernice. That's when Bob Grander stepped up to the issue, starring as the good guy, and declared that he would make sure that his daughter was properly supervised while her mother sought medical help for her condition that had led to the terrible things done to his son by the two females. As the old saying goes, the rest was history.

       It just so happened that principal Nailer had brought along some paperwork that formed a binding, legal agreement between Marcy and Bernice Grander and Arnold Palmer highschool, that effectively institutionalized Marcy Grander and gave the faculty of the highschool almost carte blanche when it came to disciplining Bernice Grander. Unfortunately neither had read the fine print, and so it was a distinct shock to both of them when they discovered that they were at the mercy of the sanitarium that would house Marcy and the school that Bernice was ordered to attend.

       As for Bob Grander, he got the best of both worlds, control over his tight-bodied daughter when she wasn't at school, and the opportunty to enlarge his sexual horizons by using his home as a place where young women attracted by his large cock could come and enjoy it to their hearts' content. Obviously there is still much to describe as everyone tried to adapt themselves to this new reality. This will make up the final installments of this tale to be posted very shortly.

                                                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 20

                                                         Fractured Family (part 4 of 10)

       Just before the meeting concluded, principal Nailer began reading a small portion of a paragraph located deep within the main body of this rather wordy document. As the words tripped from his tongue, Marcy Grander's face grew white. What she was hearing said that immediately upon signature and notarization, which had been already done by the hospital administrator, she was to be bound over to her husband, Bob Grander, until such time as arrangements could be made to have her transported to a qualified sanitarium staffed properly to handle her particular condition. In this case "bound" meant bound as in bondage.

       It was the detective who gave her a second option, which was to be jailed for the evening in the company of prostitutes and drug addicts. He casually mentioned that they were quite a bit understaffed and at night at least one or two prisoners were severely beaten up and/or raped, especially if they were upper class white women. Marcy quickly declined that option and made the mistake of ignoring her husband by turning away and heading for the stairs that led to her bedroom. She froze the moment she heard the detective cocking his pistol.

       Nailer suggested that she be made to strip and be subject to a full cavity search for drugs and other contraband before being allowed to go to bed. Her husband heartily agreed with this idea and with the help of the detective they soon had Marcy Grander down to her bikinis and bra. Even at her age she still had quite a body. The detective guessed she was wearing a 36C bra and Bob laughed and corrected him, saying that Marcy was a solid 37D. When they popped from the shelf bra she was wearing, they hardly sagged, and everyone including her husband licked his lips at the prospect of getting those melons in their hot hands. Nailer also noticed that Marcy's nipples were harder than they should be under the circumstance, unless this little exercise was getting her just a bit wet and horny. That was on the strange side considering all the noise about her turning into a one hundred percent lesbian.

       She wasted little time skinning the wisp of material from her bikini-waxed vulva with its set of fat smooth lips and a hard clit peeking from the top of the entrance to her cunt. The detective ordered her to open her cunt and hold those smooth lips wide so he could get a few fingers into her twat. Nailer noticed her nipples getting even harder as the cop rummaged around inside her hot box that was beginning to drip. He pulled out finally, and made her suck the pussy juice from his fingers. It was the administrator's turn next and he nearly got his entire hand into that juicy pussy, thumbing her clit and making her body undulate as it reacted to his probing.

       The principal made her bend over the arm of an overstuffed chair and spread he ass cheeks as far apart as she could. Not satisfied with her performance, he slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing throughout the room. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear that any funny business from her and when he got back to his place he'd take it out on Bernice. Marcy blinked away some tears and did her best to pull her shapely cheeks to their limit. Now satisfied, Nailer used his middle finger to probe her tight asshole and after a time it losened to the point that it would accept two, then three fingers. The others urged him to see if he could get all his fingers up her asshole, but he had reached her limit, and knew it. The look of disgust on her face was priceless when he held the three glistening digits for her to suck clean. He made sure she got every spot absolutely clean as his peers grinned and gave him the thumbs-up sign.

       Bob Grander had a bulge in his pants that was impressive. I guess the realization that this hot piece of ass, which he had fucked for over twenty years, was going away for quite some time had gotten to him. Nailer decided that it was time to leave the couple along for their last night together for many a moon, make that years if she didn't shape up in a big hurry. The detective gave Bob a little going away present, a set of handcuffs which he immediately put to work, cuffing his naked wife's hands behind her back and then shoving her roughly towards the stairs, muttering that she was about to get the ass fucking of her life.

       Marcy dropped her cool attitude and made her ass twitch and bounce every step she took as she led him up the stairs. She'd have one sore, gaping asshole by morning if Bob had his way and did he ever. He even took pictures of her swollen, distended asshole dripping his cum and whatever else his cock had stirred up, and circulated them among his buddies at the office as well as those who had attended the meeting that night.

       A very pleased Niles Nailer returned home to discover Renate and Bernice doing the nasty, except in this case, the teen was securely bound, hands behind her back and legs spread wide and tied tightly to the corners of the bed upon which she lay. Renate was wearing a dildo that appeared to be modeled after a small horse or large pony, and was seeing just how deep she could bury it in his house guest's cunt. Poor Bernice looked ruined, her hair going in every direction, eyes glazed, mouth open, tongue lolling from one corner like a tired dog, her cunt red as a baboon's ass and every square inch of that tight teen body coated with sweat.

       "What the hell's going on here? I leave you in charge of this litle piece of tail and I get home and what are you two doing, but the very same thing you were doing the first time I laid eyes on you."

       Renate gave him this crooked grin and shifted her hips, making poor little Bernice grunt like a pig as that hard rubber phallus ground down her tight twat another inch or so.

       "Not true! I am punishing her for trying to seduce me this time. She should know better that I am loyal to you and you only."

       Nailer smiled and wondered when she'd give him the Hitler salute. He couldn't resist pulling her chain, so he asked innocently if she had also nailed Bernice's asshole while she was disciplining her. Naturally that was a trick question, since he remembered distinctly telling the Teutonic tigress that he was going to tear Bernice a new asshole once he got back from his meeting.

       "Not possible, her asshole is yours for tonight, you said so before you left for your meeting. I have ears and a mind too."

       The principal grinned inwardly and thought that this one had potential, a set of 40DDs and a brain as well. This could be the start of something most entertaining. One thing was for sure, this big bad babe with the German accent wasn't getting away easy from old Niles Nailer. He decided to reward her for doing the right thing. He suggested that maybe the two of them could have a turn double fucking their prisoner before he took what was left of her to bed for some serious ass fucking. He swore that the big blonde blushed at his idea.

       Everyone proceeded to have a grand time except Bernice. Niles got on his back and then let Renate guide Bernice's asshole to the perfect place so all he had to do was thrust upwards to split her open. Once he was securely planted deep within her tight asshole, he waited for Renate to position herself above so she could fuck the piss out of the teen's dripping, well-used cunt. It took some doing and a few false starts before they developed a nice rhythm and began opening up both the teen's holes to dimensions she never dreamed she could attain.

       Benice was totally wasted by the time the pair were done with her sweaty body. Nailer dragged her down the hall to the bathroom, her hands still roped tightly behind her back, shoved her into the shower stall and gave her a cold shower to wake her up for more ass fucking. Once she was out of the stall, dripping wet with her teeth chattering, Nailer decided to fuck here right there. He made her bend over the tub and then he pried her cheeks apart and rammed his hard dick deep into her roiling bowels. He pounded away at her tired asshole for what seemed like an hour, before he dumped a load of hot wigglers into her rectum.He decided that would be enough for this evening, he had a big day ahead of him tomorrow. He gave her another cold shower and yelled for Renate to come and take care of her while he got some sleep.

       Bob Grander kept his wife up until nearly dawn. It was almost like the first night of their honeymoon in which they established some records that remained inviolate after twenty plus years of serious fucking and sucking. Strange as it seems, she was almost as horny for his cock as he was for her asshole and cunt. They fucked in one position after another, Bob on top, then Marcy, then on their sides in a spoon as he mauled her tits and twisted her hard nipples as she cried and pushed her ass against his groin begging for him to fuck her harder and deeper.

       There never seemed to be any rest, one or the other was always doing something to the other. Bob remembered how they liked to fuck with the television on as background. So he turned it on and lay back watching some soft core porn movie while she burrowed between his legs and gave him head despite having her hands cuffed behind her back. He amused himself by forcing her to move her head back until it hurt her neck, but she continued to bob up and down, sucking life back into his shit stained cock so it could once more plow another furrow deep inside her asshole that by now was a swollen, aching,mass of tired flesh.

       Much later he managed to make her bleed from the asshole and felt quite proud of himself for having enough left to make that happen. He chuckled when he made her suck her blood from his cock. That frightened her, since she had no idea how bad she was bleeding. He stuck his finger into her asshole and moved it around, making her gasp with pain as he found the spot where the blood vessels had broken. He brought his finger out, wet with fresh blood, and fed it to her. She sucked frantically as if that would make the bleeding subside.

       At around four he decided he'd had enough of her asshole to last him a year or maybe longer. Then again there was the hot young sales type at his office who was putting out some prime grade pussy and ass for him. However the one he was most interested in doing long term was his daughter, Bernice. Now that was going to be choice cunt in another year or two. Her mother bloomed late and it looked as if Bernice would be the same. It would be like fucking Marcy all over once she finally filled out completely. Life was good and it could only get better the way he saw it. So he set the clock for eight and rolled his dear wife onto the floor so he could get some shut-eye without her begging for more of his cock.

       Promptly at nine the van rolled up to his house, and three men got out and came to his door. They  were going to pack and ship his wife to the sanitarium located nearly a thousand miles from here. They were real pros, bringing his naked wife downstairs, belting her into a strait jacket, fitting her with a catheter and then a chastity belt. A dental fixture was used to prop open her jaws so her mouth could be filled with a pressurized foam ball. The fixture was removed and to finish her silencing, they used a special surgical glue to fuse her lips into one continuous line of flesh. To complete her preparation a rubber bung was inserted into her rectum and inflated to prevent her from dislodging it.

       Next they packed her naked body into a foam cutout, using manacles to  bind her ankles, and straps to hold her knees and thighs together. A second thinner cutout fit over her body, and the packaging  was completed by joining the top portion of the crate with four inch screw type nails. The crate was carried out to the van and within minutes it was out of sight, on its way to a small local airport where a cargo jet waited to transport the package to its new life.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy ) 

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 21

                                                         Fractured Family (part 5 of 10)

       If Nailer thought little Bernice was wasted once he sent her off to Renate, her appearance the next morning made last night's version look like a girl fresh from twelve hours of sleep. Renate had that look of a little girl who had done something nice for her daddy. Bernice had rings under her eyes that looked as if they had been drawn with mascara. That was nothing compared to the ravaged pussy she was now displaying.

       Renate proudly explained that she used a new, larger dildo on the girl and fucked her raw, yet still managed to cause her to have a nice big orgasm after an hour of steady drilling. Naturally she expected something in return, and so she put the teenager to work eating her pussy. To keep her in the right frame of mind she used a wooden paddle on Bernice's tight round ass to make sure she was properly focused on the job at hand. Her little buddy did such a good job, that Renate kept her at it until she got the PE teacher off a second time.

       The principal was not exactly thrilled at this confession, but it was at least honest. Renate would need another session on the whipping bench when they got back tonight. Now at least he had something good to look forward to. There was no way that their house guest could make it to classes today, so the principal made a call to Bob Grander and got him, since he was watching his wife being crated up for her trip to the sanitarium. He jumped at the idea of having his cute daughter keeping him company today while she recovered from last night's activity.

       In fact Bob confessed that he too was thinking of skipping work as well. However he planned to work from home, which meant he was going to invite that hot young sales girl over for some more lessons in closing a sale. This time she wouldn't have to crouch under his desk either. Then he made a strange request that brought a knowing smile to the principal's face.

       "Do you have any problem with delivering my little girl naked as the day she was born, with her hands tied behind her back and her panties gagging her?"

       The mental picture of what it implied gave Niles some serious wood despite his efforts last night. He coughed for effect and agreed to Bob's request with a chuckle.

       "She's been on the merry-go-round most of the night and I'll wager she'll be more interested in going to sleep than anything else you might offer."

       Bob's sinister laugh made the hair on Nailer's neck stand up. Rather than get himself all worked up over something over which he had no control, he decided to do as Bob asked. Once he dropped off the bundle of teen fuck meat for her daddy he was off to school. He had some serious planning to do and teachers to line up to assist him in the retraining of Bernice Grander. The idea of perhaps making that little brat become the first naked student at Arnold Palmer high was an intriguing thought that he wanted to mull over at length.

       On the way over to the Grander home Niles Nailer drove with one eye on what was taking place in the backseat of his car. Renate had her slacks and panties pulled down to her ankles and a solid grip on the back of Bernice's neck. The exhausted teenager was licking Renate's hairy cunt, bringing the big, buxom blonde closer and closer to her morning orgasm. She claimed that a good orgasm in the morning made the day go by quickly with little or no trouble thanks to the afterglow. Just as he was pulling up to the side of Bob's house Renate gave it up to her little buddy's suctioning mouth.

       It was a sexually crazed Bob Grander who happily accepted his bare, bound daughter back into his home and warm embrace. He told Bernice of her mother's departure to the sanitarium, and the new position for her in the family hierarchy. At that point the principal wished Bob luck and got into his car to head for school. On the way over, Renate, now in the front seat, sucked her lord and master's cock until he creamed a nice big load into her hot mouth. She swished it around and even gargled with it as they neared the school. Only when he parked, did she finally swallow the load and smack her lips with approval. All principal Nailer could think about was a nice nap after that little treat.

       The moment Nailer backed his car away from the Grander house, Bob pushed his bare, bound daughter in the direction of the stairs, telling her that he had even put on fresh sheets for their little tryst. Bernice was too beat from all the sex at the principal's home to make any arguments about what he had planned for her. Even on the way to the bedroom he couldn't keep his hands off her tight body, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing them until she winced, or poking a finger into her asshole as her buns twitched from side to side. Once on the landing, he pushed her against the wall and dry humped her as he tried to stick his tongue down her throat, forgetting she was gagged with her panties. Bernice hardly reacted, which annoyed him. He pushed her roughly towards the bedroom door, promising her all the cock she could handle once they were inside. All she could do was sigh. That did it! The next thing she knew he had her over his lap and was pounding her shapely butt cheeks flat with his big hand.

       Her reaction to this infuriated him and so he pulled off his belt and went after her with that. He cornered Bernice and gave her a terrific beating, crisscrossing her tits with angry welts and leaving a trail going down to her nearly hairless pubic mound and the front of her thighs. Dropping the belt he began to throttle her, his hands clamped around her throat as her eyes bulged and her face turned blue. It was only when she lost control of her bladder and began pissing all over the place, including Bob, that he let go of her throat and watched her slump to the floor almost senseless. Still enraged he began kicking her in the crotch and belly, then finished her off with a couple that dug into her perky tits and sternum, making it difficult for her to breathe.

       Bob then dragged his daughter by her hair over to the bed and pulled her up onto it. She looked pretty bad with all those fresh welts and even a few cuts and bruises from the stomping she'd just received. She offered no resistance when he pushed a pillow under her ass to elevate her cunt so he could begin fucking it. Then he noticed that in his rage he had lost his erection. He straddled the slim teen and pulled the panties from her mouth and substituted his flaccid cock, warning her that he'd break her neck if she tried anything funny while she was sucking him back to life. He had beaten the arrogance out of her, and she was terrified that he might become enraged again and do her even more serious harm.

       He stared into her face as she sucked, making his cock grow hard. For a moment he thought about birth control then shrugged it off. Without a doubt her mother had taken care of that matter once Bernice started to become sexually active. He laughed to himself, thinking about just how sexually active she would now become. First she'd have him to handle almost every night, not to mention her brother who once he was out of the hospital had some serious payback to give to his twin. Then based on what he heard from the school principal, they had lots of plans for Bernice as well. Then he started to fantasize about what she might look with a big belly as she carried twins into her eighth month and still was being banged by dozens of cocks every week, including his almost every night. Then he thought about inviting his latest bedmate to join them later on today and perhaps join in as they made a sandwich with his daughter.

       Once he was hard, compliments of his daughter's skill at giving blowjobs, Bob encountered severe resistance when he attempted to invade her pussy. Two words came to mind, "tight" and "dry". The second was the killer. He rummaged around in the nightstand and came up with a rubber that he rolled onto his long thick cock. Then to punish his daughter for her lack of sexual excitement for him, he carefully coated the rubber with "hot sauce", a material that reacted with a woman's internal secretions to produce a by-product that felt as if it was a burning coal. It was usually used as a gag, but occasionally just for situations such as this. He was eager to see how his darling daughter would handle a blow torch going off inside her tight twat.

       He entered her easily, nearly half his length disappearing into her raw, swollen cunt. From the looks of that pussy she had been doing some major league fucking last night. This only made him angry, and he pulled back until just the head was stretching her cunt mouth. He stared into her eyes and plunged back inside with all his strength. Her eyes widened and she gasped as his thick length buried itself almost entirely between her fat cunt lips. Then her face changed as the hot sauce kicked in, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and her face becoming flushed as the burning sensation grew.

       He pumped her furiously now, enjoying the pain she was experiencing from the coating on his condom. Now he was happy that she had originally been so tight and dry. He might never have thought to use this approach to discipline her. Bob made a mental note to make sure he had a goodly supply of rubbers and hot sauce on hand at all times; his daughter was going to need it.

       By the time he finally filled the rubber with his offering, Bernice was promising him anything if only he would stop the fire that was burning up her tight teen twat. Instead of getting rid of the condom he made her suck the cum from it and in the process get some of the hot sauce into her mouth where it quickly started burning like fury as she desperately tried to extinguish the fire with her saliva while Bob watched and smirked at her reaction to another dose of this liquid fire. He promised that the next time he'd use some on her cunt lips before he started to fuck her, which would really make things interesting. His long night with Marcy coupled with this little scene set him up for a nice long nap, something for which Bernice was more than just thankful.

       The middle of the afternoon saw him have a visitor, his current fuck-toy, the new college graduate. Bob made his daughter watch as he worked out with the hot holed brunette for over half an hour before hosing her fuck channel with his latest offering. It was now time for him to introduce Bernice to Abby who was not impressed despite the fact that this was the daughter of her boss. She picked the teen apart, criticizing everything from her smallish tits to her swollen pussy that was now dripping some foreign material, to the makeup she used incorrectly. Bob was amused and asked Abby if she would like to give his disobedient daughter a good beating for her poor attitude and lack of respect for her betters such as Bob and Abby. The young woman grinned evilly and accepted, warning Bob that she'd show his fractious daughter no mercy.

       Bernice was tied face down to the bed in a spread-eagle position, making her tight ass and swollen cunt easy targets after a pillow was pushed under her crotch to elevate her twat. Abby surprised Bob when she asked for his belt and proceeded to give his daughter a sound thrashing, concentrating on her ass and cunt. She really knew her stuff, even using the buckle end to make some major hits to Bernice's dripping cunt. The teen made so much noise that she had to be gagged before Abby continued, and continue she did, laying the leather on the teen from her shoulders down to her ankles, not missing many areas in between. Bob was so impressed, he decided to fuck his daugher up the ass as a form of celebration. Abby was only too glad to let him have his fun.

       Across town principal Nailer had been in meetings with key faculty personnel for the better part of the day. The subject naturally was how to deal with that troublemaker, Bernice Grander, especially now that her mother was out of the picture, and her husband was back on the throne, so to speak. Of course almost everyone insisted on some form of long term detention for the willful brat. To Nailer that was only a part of the process. They could only keep her after hours for perhaps two, maybe three hours tops during the week, and had no authority over her on weekends. There was also the risk, small at this juncture, that she might use her natural charms, read "pussy", to reseduce her father and have him in her corner in any battle between her and the school. Just when he thought he was at the end of his rope, he got the bright idea of using the student body to effective  tame his problem child without much, if any, detention. Indeed the light bulb had gone on in his head, big time! Bernice Grander's ass was grass and he was the lawnmower.

       Things worked out for the best when Bob Grander called to announce that his daughter had caught a bad "cold", and was "laid" up in bed, probably for at least the rest of the week. This gave Nailer plenty of time to get the right faculty members involved in his scheme to tame Bernice Grander and allow everyone to have a grand time at Grander's expense. The principal even volunteered to have some teachers visit to make sure that the teenager was taking all her "medicine" and staying under the covers.

       For the rest of the week four of his studlier faculty members rotated through the Grander house to check on Bernice's progress. A thankful Bob Grander left them little gifts for spending time with his sickly daughter. Each discovered an economy sized package of condoms and a vial of  hot sauce to smear over them before nailing the patient, who was fetchingly presented in the nude, wrists and ankles tied tightly to the bed's corners and a pillow beneath her tight ass to elevate her cunt and make her asshole accessible as well.

       Meanwhile young Bryce Grander was making a remarkable recovery at the hospital. Much of it was attributable to the tender loving care he received from a couple of the nurses' aides. They started him out with sponge baths, two a day, being very careful to slather plenty of lotion on his slightly swollen penis.By the second day he was responding with some very impressive erections. On day three while one watched at the door her companion had the distinct pleasure of inducing his first ejaculation, a monster blast that nearly choked her. Later on that same day her companion got her reward as well and soon word spread about this stud with a big dick who was showing signs of being good to go.

       Two days later a rather tired but happy Bryce Grander was wheeled from the hospital by his guardian angels, the two aides, both of whom were scheduled for early visits to his "pad" for fun and games, and to meet his annoying sister as well. Things at the Grander house were definitely picking up.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 22

                                                         Fractured Family (part 6 of 10)

       Principal Nailer had sent a teacher to drive Bryce home from the hospital. On the way over he had been clued into what had been going on during the day while his father was away at work. The teen could hardly wait to get home so he could join the fun. Bryce had invited the two nurses' aides to visit on the weekend and they had promised to bring along some unpleasant surprises for his mean sister.

       As advertized there was his sister, all trussed up like a Christmas turkey, being drilled by some teacher he knew he'd seen at school. She was looking a bit peaked, which was no surprise, considering every day for most of this week she was handling four studly teachers plus her father and any friends, men and women, he brought along for her to "entertain". Even a relatively healthy teenager would find it difficult to handle that much sex daily, especially when a lot of it involved pumping her tight cunt with cocks sheathed in rubber coated with "hot sauce".

       The teacher currently fucking her gave up his load, then made the girl suck his cum from the condom. Finally he stuffed the hot sauce coated rubber into Bernice's mouth and made her hold it there while he counted to ten, very very slowly. He grinned over at the youth and gave him a few tips based on his three days of fucking the girl. It seems the hot sauce didn't have the kick it originally delivered when they started using it on the little tramp. What he started doing today, and it seemed to get good results, was coating the DVD remote with the sauce and jamming it into her cunt and leaving it there for maybe ten or fifteen minutes until Bernice was banging her skull against the headboard in hopes that it would knock her out. Only then was she ready to "enjoy" a good fucking, the kind that made her feel as if her cunt walls were melting.

       Bryce could hardly wait to make his sister beg for mercy. She was going to have a nightmare of a weekend if he had anything to say about it. He checked out the dental fixture that kept her mouth open, and was shown how to operate it. Right now it was at nearly maximum, a couple of turns more and her jaw might dislocate or even fracture, according to what they had been told. Bryce grinned and decided to see what one turn might do once the teachers were gone. While the other teacher took his last turn inside the slim teenager, Bryce had a nice hot shower and made sure his big cock was in proper working order. The aides had given him an exhausting  bon voyage party just before they went off shift last evening, but the way his cock responded now to a few strokes indicated that he was in fine fettle and ready to go all out as soon as his sister's twat was available.

       The teachers were both finishing up and his sister looked like death warmed over. Bryce wondered what she'd look like after an all night gangbang, which he hoped he could arrange sometime next week. Right now he felt like showing off a little and so he walked up to his sister, who lay helpless, vulnerable and exhausted, and whipped out his cock, calling to the teachers to take a good look at what he was doing. Bryce released a stream of bright yellow piss that arced into his sister's open mouth. She struggled to escape the acrid liquid, but he followed her every movement and kept her mouth filled with his piss, much to the delight of his audience. He knew that news of what he was doing would be all over the school by the time he returned to class next monday.

       Before they left, the teachers warned him about doing anything to add to the cuts, bruises and welts that covered most of her sim body. He laughed and said all he was going to do was to fuck up her insides in as many ways as he could dream up. They wished him the best and left to return to school, leaving Bernice at his mercy. He was curious as to why she wasn't making any noise, since there was no gag to stop her. A closer look inside her mouth provided the answer. Her tongue was swollen to twice its size and made an effective gag. He wondered what had been done to make it swell so much. He'd have to ask his father when he got home tonight.

       When Bryce began to untie her ankles, Bernice knew what was in store for her. She put up a weak attempt to prevent him from retying her ankles to the top corners of the bed, leaving her cunt and asshole wide open for his assault. For the first time she managed to make some awkward noises and shake her head from side to side, her way of pleading for him not to ass fuck her. She began sobbing when he very carefully applied some of that fiery paste to her asshole and grinned knowingly at the pain that she would soon experience even before he pushed it deeper with his sheathed cock.

       While he waited for the paste to make her scream and beg, Bryce amused himself by finger whipping her cunt lips and clit. The tears flowed like a waterfall, only acting to spur the youth to even bigger and better torments. He pinched the insides of her thighs until blood blisters formed. Then he squeezed the blisters until they burst, making her lunge insanely against her bonds. He remembered what the teachers had told him about marking her up, and so he backed off the blister business, but he added another dollop of "hot sauce" to the stuff already baking her asshole into a fiery ring of agony.

       Bryce felt that at last he was getting his revenge for the terrible things that his sister and her mom did to him that night in the bathroom. He could tell he was correct by the haunted look in his sister's eyes as he wedged his  condom coated cock, with an even thicker layer of  paste, past her weakened sphincter muscle. Once she was breached, he began boring deeper and deeper into her rectum, spreading the "flames" as he did. Bernice lost control and banged her head again and again against the headboard, leaving a lump the size of a pigeon's egg on the back of her skull, a testimony of just how much pain she was suffering.

       As he got into a strong rhythm, plunging to almost his full length on every stroke, he took a closer look at his sister's haggard face. She was nearing the end of her rope, that was for sure. He wanted her to be in good enough shape tomorrow so his new girlfriends could really make her wish for death. That was the only reason he slacked off and gave his sister some type of break that evening.

       His father arrived home right on time, escorting his new squeeze toy, Abby, into his place and giving his son a big hug. Bryce showed off his sister to the visitor, who smirked and encouraged the youth to show the little cock teaser no mercy. She also mentioned that later, once she and Bob got done mussing and staining the sheets upstairs, she'd show Bryce a little trick that would make his sister go absolutely nuts. It was also apparent from the way she ogled his big cock, that she might be interested in taking him on as well as his father. Bryce thought that would be just fine with him. He liked the way her body jiggled when she moved and the fact that she was seven years older also excited him. Bryce suddenly felt very tired and so he went to his room and fell asleep, leaving Bernice to await whatever they dreamed up for her later.

       The next thing he knew it was morning. Bryce could hardly believe that he had slept so long, but all the activity with his sister must have been a bit too much, too soon, for the teen stud. He checked on his sister to discover that she had pissed her bed. From the looks of her cunt lips she had been a busy little cock teaser while he was sleeping. He wondered if Abby might have used a strap-on to fuck his sister, or did his dad decide to give her a little prodding just for the hell of it. Bryce took a shower and had breakfast, waiting for his father to react to what Bernice had done to her bedding. There would be hell to pay and his sister would pay dearly with plenty of extra interest attached.

       Tina and Francine, the nurse's aides, phoned to confirm their visit and to guarantee that his sister would wish she had never been born by the time they were done torturing her. That was just what he wanted to hear. He opted to ignore his sister for the time being, waiting for his new fuck buddies to arrive and start the ball rolling. It was another hour before a half naked Abby wiggled and jiggled her way down the stairs, giving the youth a good view of her big tits and almost everything else that made up her rather outstanding body. His father had a good eye for female flesh and this one was top grade fuckmeat as far as he could tell.

       She suggested he join her in the kitchen while she had breakfast. Bryce was delighted to have an opportunty to check her out at close range. So while she ate cereal and drank milk, the youth stared at her tits and wondered just how sweet her pussy tasted. Between mouthfuls of cereal, Abby broke the good and bad news that she and his father were slipping away to a swingers club event that would last almost the entire weekend. Bryce would be in charge of his sister during their absence; he could hardly wait! On the downside he would miss his chance to see this hot piece of ass doing her thing on his sister, but there would likely be other times, so he'd just have to make the best of the situation. It was impossible for him to wipe the grin from his face, and it helped a great deal when Abby smiled, blew him a kiss and gave him the thumbs up sign.

       While all this was coming to a head at the Grander home, Marcy was just beginning to realize what she had authorized the sanitarium to do in the interests of rehabilitating her so she could return to her loving family. Days one and two had been devoted to a thorough physical examination coupled with a battery of tests to gauge her attitude toward a variety of elements that made up the complete well-balanced family member according to the guidelines given by the sanitarium. Day three was devoted to in-depth interviews conducted by a group of psychotherapists. From all this data a program unique to Marcy Grander was developed and put into practice. That's when Marcy realized she was in deep trouble, with no one at all interested in helping her escape from this prison disguised as a medical facility.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 23

                                                        Fractured Family (part 7 of 10)

       Tina and Francine showed up carting a large leather roller bag filled with all sorts of drugs and instruments that they had liberated from the hospital during their tours of duty. They were most eager to get a good look at Bernice who was still bound so that either her cunt or asshole could be used. Tina, who was almost a head shorter than her companion but equal when it came to the tit department, observed that Bryce's sister looked as if she was a little underweight. He could shed no light on the reason until it dawned on him that he hadn't seen her fed since he arrived home.

       With her badly swollen tongue, Bernice was hard pressed to make any sense when she tried to speak, but she did manage to communicate the fact that she hadn't eaten in over four days. The two aides looked at each other and smiled. Then they told Bryce they had something his sister might like to eat if she was coaxed. He immediately knew that his nasty sibling was about to start wishing she was somewhere else, even a concentration camp run by sex-crazed Nazis would be better than here.

       Francine pulled out a long strip of cloth that was about three inches wide and perhaps six feet in length. She located a vial of dark liquid and carefully poured it onto the strip that quickly absorbed it. She remarked that the dental fixture used to prop open the teen's jaws was perfect for their purposes. As Bryce watched in fascination she folded the strip in half and then used what looked like part of a metal coat hanger to begin pushing the cloth down Bernice's throat. The girl struggled at first, fearing suffocation, but after being told to relax or she would choke, things went well for the next minute or so as more than a foot of the doubled up strip disappeared down her throat. Then the fun began.

       Whatever was embedded within the cloth now started to react with the warm, wet environment deep inside her gullet. The membranes located in the region of the impregnated cloth started to swell as they were attacked by the vapor issuing from it. Within seconds of the initial reaction Bernice began to gasp frantically for air, but it seemed to be trapped within the cloth and the swelling throat lining surrounding it. The aides leaned closer to absorb her terror and pain, giggling like children at her agony. Then she lost control of her bladder for the second time and soaked the bedding with a renewed torrent of acrid piss.

       While Francine kept a death watch on the strangling teenager, her companion whispered into Bryce's ear, assuring him that she would not die now, no matter how grim things appeared. So he relaxed and enjoyed the show as his sister's face turned blue then a ghastly shade of gray, her eyes bulging from their sockets and her entire body twitching, the skin crawling in places as she exhausted her air supply. Finally she lost consciousness and the aides clapped their hands gleefully and began counting out loud, stopping at twenty before Francine pulled the strip from Bernice's throat and the teenager began coughing and gasping for breath.

       They switched places and this time Bryce was the beneficiary of a very professional blowjob as Tina threaded the strip back down his sister's throat and watched delightedly as she went through the same agony as before, only this time faster as her resistance had been greatly weakened by her first bout with the effects of the strip's mystery material. Francine took another turn, but this time she cut the strip in half and pushed the two parts up the teenager's nostrils and into the back of her throat this time and poor Bernice went through the hellish assault on her lungs and nervous system for a third time, passing out very much quicker, and remaining unconscious for much longer as her weakened body was unable to recuperate at a normal rate any longer.

       Having wet the bed twice already did not sit well with the two aides, who decided that Bernice needed to be taught a lesson in manners so that she would not be tempted to create such a breach of decorum again, at least not in their presence. They untied the teen and let her brother make sure she didn't cause any trouble, not a problem since she could barely stand on her own after those three bouts with the strip torture. Regardless he put her in a choke hold and amused himself by choking her out as the aides stripped the bedding and gingerly carried it down the hall toward the bathroom, along with the roller. Bryce's eyes lit up, this was getting more interesting now. It was going to be a partial payback for what happened to him over a week ago.

       Bernice's hands were cuffed behind her back and attached to a metal collar they fixed around her neck, tightening it until she started choking. The dental  fixture was removed from her mouth and she was put to work sucking the pee from the bedding. To incentivize her to do a good job, her not so pert tits were whipped with a quirt whenever she slowed down in her efforts to remove the waste from the sheets. Meanwhile they were setting up her next torture using the contents from the mysterious leather roller. They produced a rather elaborate enema delivery system that was much more sophisticated than anything he had ever seen. It attached to a double bag that according to them held up to a gallon of various solutions designed to create havoc within the confines of the "patient's" bowels.

       Tina also modeled her favorite strap-on, joking that some of her male patients loved to take it up the ass from her after hours. It was custom made from a special composite material and featured the ability to both increase its length and girth. Bryce wondered what kind of men would enjoy taking a monster like that up the ass, even if it was attached to a good looking teenager with a great ass, big tits and a smile that would melt the hardest of hearts. Francine asked the youth if he wanted to take a turn whipping his sister's tits and he jumped at the opportunity. The two aides were most impressed by his energy and nastiness; enjoying this payback no end. He homed in on her pinkish nipples and did everything but whip the skin off those swollen nubbins, as the girls egged him on. Bernice must have gone up at least a cup size by the time he was done working on those once perky boobs.

       While Bryce had been entertaining himself at his sister's expense, the two teens were busily mixing up Bernice's initial enema, a witch's brew of glycerine containing a mixture of  ground chili peppers, tiny metal shavings and beach sand plus alum that would dry up the mucous membrane guarding her lower intestines. The carrier was so heavy that Bernice would find it a hellish experience to force the heavy liquid from her roiling bowels. This would be a minor inconvenience compared to the damage that the matrix materials were doing to her insides.

       Bernice took nearly two quarts of the devilish mixture bending over the tub. Bryce stood in the tub and had his sister suck his cock while she took the enema. The first wave of cramps also caused the first realization that something horrible was going on inside her body. The alum had started shrinking the membranes protecting her sensitive intestines. At the same time the metal shavings and sand began to abrade the weakened walls, opening them to an attack by the ground chili peppers that started eating away at the exposed flesh. Bryce had to be quick to avoid having his cock bitten in two by his sister. Her jaws clamped tight and then her teeth chattered as she underwent wave after wave of burning agony. The screams were deafening, so loud in fact that Francine had to stuff some of the piss soaked sheet material into the teen's mouth to stifle her.

       They watched dispassionately as Bernice thrashed in agony, her body shaking like a leaf in a wind storm as the metal and sand ripped away the weakened membrane guarding her intestines. Her face grew pale and then she passed out, still shivering from the agony she was experiencing. Tina shut off the flow and turned a few small switches in the jungle of  tubing to lock the enema shut, imprisoning the glycerine and its matrix to continue tearing away at her bowels.

       Francine casually mentioned that this particular enema was very popular at the hospital, used on major league troublemakers regardless of their age or sex. Tina chimed in and added that recently she had watched a skinny sixty year-old woman take three quarts and hold it for over an hour without too much damage to her insides. She claimed it was the  woman's husband who convinced the doctor that it would calm his wife of some thirty-five years down, which it did. By now Bryce was beginning to get very nervous about his sister who was still writhing despite the fact that she was unconscious.

       The aides joked about his concern, and called him a sissy for worrying. The youth could now see that his sister's belly was quite distended and she was sweating profusely. Tina observed that she looked like someone in the throes of giving birth to maybe twins or triplets, and laughed heartily. Francine finally suggested that they do something else to Bernice like force her to drink their piss as well as Bryce's, then dunk her in the toilet until she passed out. Tina thought that was a great idea and added that she and Bryce could then double fuck his sister with Bernice using her strap-on while the youth worked on her asshole to see how much blood he could pump out of that ruined back channel of his sister's.

       They roused Bernice and told her that unless she did as they ordered, she'd stay plugged until her insides melted. To reinforce what they said, Francine whipped her titties with the quirt and Tina punched her in the face a couple of times before Bryce stepped forward and told her to open up and not to spill a drop or he'd run her head into the tiled wall. The terrified and very confused teenager did as she was ordered and guzzled down the powerful stream that he loosed. No sooner was he finished then Francine stepped up and jammed her pubic mound against Bernice's mouth and peed up a storm. Little Tina finished her off by nearly drowning her in an ocean of piss that must have been aging in her bladder for half a day. No sooner was she done, then Bernice began vomiting. For this breach of conduct she was made to suck up evey drop while she was whipped with a leather strap and kicked repeatedly in the ribs and ass. All the time her insides were slowly being eaten away by the chili peppers, metal and sand. How she managed to survive this ordeal and remain partially sane was a testament to her youth and strength.

       They cut the girl some slack and let her void the enema, which was an agonizing process that made the eyes of the two aides glitter. Bernice panted and shivered as she strained to force the heavy liquid from her bowels that felt as if they were on fire. It came out in slow, drawn out spurts that splattered into the toilet bowl. To help her along, Tina and Francine took turns using the quirt on her welted tits, slashing those once pert and perky mounds of tight  flesh into droopy bags that might look more appropriate on someone in her fifties who had delivered and nursed a dozen children in her fertile years.

       The energy she expended ridding herself of this liquid fire made her so weak that she fell off the toilet and fouled the floor with a portion of what remained broiling her insides. This in turn led to the aides taking turns holding her head under the filth she had just released into the toilet. She passed out repeatedly and swallowed more and more of that noxious mess that began to burn her mouth and tongue as well. The most surprising observation according to Bryce was the small amount of blood that was mixed in with the enema.

       Tina piped up with the tale of one patient, a man who had broken both legs and was in traction. For one reason of another he proved to be a very difficult patient. This caused his nurse, a no-nonsense woman in her late fifties, to administer a three quart enema of the type that Bernice had just been given for five days straight. He lost approximately two pints of blood that she replenished after the fifth day when he had started to turn pale. He became a model patient after that experience, and his nurse was so pleased tht she would let the aides, including Tina, give him frequent hand jobs to keep him quiet and calm. Rumor had it that he even let his nurse train him how to properly eat her pussy when she worked the night shift in his ward.

       Bryce was now convinced that his sister wasn't in any serious danger, which meant she was still available for plenty of pain and torment. Unfortunately the aides had to leave early because they were working that evening. They did help him restrain his sister on fresh bedding, positioned with her legs up and back to very close to her ears, making her cunt and asshole available for as much fucking as he and his buddies could deliver over the next twenty -four hours or so.

       Bryce made a few calls to some friends,explaining the situation and inviting them and any trusted friends they knew to come over and do his sister until her cunt and asshole gaped. He also made sure that no one wore a safety in order to make it a more daunting experience for his exhausted and half crazy sister. In a half hour he had three cars parked outside his house and their five occupants were busy seeing how much cock Bernice could take at the same time. By morning his sister had taken eighteen guys, many of them more than once. It did give some of them pause when they'd pull out of her asshole to discover their pricks were coated with fresh blood. Bryce managed to convince every one that Bernice was safe and to go at her with everything they had since she was a miserable slut who deserved anything they could do to her and more.

       The next day Bob Granders came home without his little sex toy who was pooped after having almost nonstop sex with him and  many of his associates for the better part of two days and nights. She was thrilled to meet all these very important people and considered it the best weekend for making new social and business contacts since she had left college. He arrived just in time to witness his daughter easily taking two cocks in her loose, sloppy, dripping cunt, while a third dick, thick as a man's wrist, and nearly a foot long was pile driving deep into her bleeding asshole. Another two cocks were making a sandwich of her mouth, coming from either side and distorting her pale, haggard face with each thrust. Standing close by was his son, Bryce, taking pictures with his digital camera that he planned to post on the Internet. All told it had been a tremendous weekend for the male members of the Granders family,the first of many.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )   

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 24

                                                         Fractured Family (part 8 of 10)

       Bryce Ganders was in the doghouse for a week after the escapade involving his sister and the two hospital aides. Contrary to their glib explanation about the duration and severity of Bernice's rectal bleeding, it proved to be much worse. It was so bad in fact that his father had to ask one of his swinger friends, who was a doctor, to take a look at his daughter. The doctor in question was into young stuff and Bernice qualified thanks to her budding  tits and almost hairless pussy. In exchange for some teenage pussy, to wit hers, he took care of the problem and within a week she was once more able to take it up the ass without any bleeding. The doctor was the one who made the test and he was quite satisfied and inquired if perhaps Bob might allow his daughter to visit him for a weekend in the very near future.

       Principal Nailer was keeping a close eye on Bernice's recovery and was delighted to hear that as of Monday she would be returning to class. They had prepared a payback party for the snotty teen that would be long remembered by the faculty and student body. Nailer called Bob the night before his daughter was to return to school, and explained the way they were prepared to handle her now and in the future. He also informed him that for all but two weeks of the vacation period, his daughter would be automatically enrolled in the teen tramp boot camp, or camp Fukalot as it was known by those who attended.

       Not only would his fractious daughter be subject to corporal punishment as part of her discipline regimen, she would be restrained in every class she attended and hobbled when she was escorted from class to class. Then he dropped the bombshell; during her time at school, including detention, she would be naked. He had read somewhere that nudity in school was a useful method for substantially changing the attitude of unruly students who showed some potential to be good citizens. Bernice Grander would be the first test subject, and hopefully pave the way for this approach to be adopted formally by Arnold Palmer high school.

       Visions of dozens of hot female teens stark naked, wiggling and jiggling from class to class would give the principal visions that he dared not share with anyone else unless his cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy. The only conditions that Bob Grander put on this arrangement was that he have photos sent to him of her disciplining and no male student be allowed to screw her on school property. With that, the deal was struck and Bernice's life became a nightmare from which she might never escape.

       Bright and earlyMonday morning she was dropped off at school and ordered to report to the nurse's station for a quick exam and to have her clothing confiscated. Two senior monitors then cuffed her hands behind her back and attached them to the collar they fixed around her neck, pulling her arms up painfully. A short length of chain was used to hobble her and from there she was marched to her first class of the morning as the student body gawked and tittered at this display of naked flesh. From there it went staight down hill.

       Halfway through her first class she was warned about being a distraction, and made the mistake of claiming it wasn't her fault. She quickly found herself standing in front of the class, bent at the waist, her nose touching the teacher's desk. After being warned not to move or her punishment would start fresh, the teacher proceeded to give her six of the best across her tight ass cheeks with a riding crop. Somehow Bernice managed to hold her position and was sent back to her seat which now felt as if it were made from sandpaper. Just before class ended she was given two demerits for distracting the class once again and ordered to report to detention after school ended this afternoon. She was white-faced by then, realizing that at this rate she would be in a world of pain by the end of the day with detention looming up as well.

       On her way over to her next class, this time escorted by two others from her last class who were also going to the same class as she, Bernice encountered groping hands and knowing fingers that poked prodded and penetrated her bare body while the onlookers laughed and made fun of her nudity and the few physical imperfections she was displaying. However what chilled her blood was the lewd comments made by some of the male students implying that they were going to rape her after classes were over. Then she remembered that she already had detention, and heaved a sigh of relief. That prove to be a very big mistake, since "after classes" covered more than just detention time.

       In this class she was given a seat in front, facing the students,who took full advantage of her display of skin. She had been restrained in a manner which left her thighs spread wantonly to show off her nearly hairless pubic mound and the thin lipped entrance to her cunt. This was too much for the class to handle and the slightest movements caused whispers to fly around the room. Well that was not to the teacher's liking; this one was a spinster and made no bones about her distaste for young ladies who flaunted their bodies to excite attention from the male students.

       Ten minutes into the class she stormed down to where Bernice was seated and slipped a pair of thick rubber bands around the base of her pert, perky tits, revitalized by the doctor who tended to her other problem. Midway though the class the teenager lost feeling in her boobs as the blood circulation was nearly cut off by those tight bands. This caused her to become frightened about things like gangrene setting in, a ridiculous worry, but one fostered by what she had been through these last few weeks. Bernice began causing a stir, and within a minute she found herself kneeling on a stool besides the teacher's desk, her swollen tits resting on its wooden surface.

       "You were warned you little tramp, and now you'll pay dearly for causing trouble in my class. Wait until I get my hands on you at detention today, then you'll really wish you hadn't been such a teaser and class disrupter. Now I'm going to give those bumps on your chest a little help to grow so at least you'll have something to show off when you decide to tease the boys again. If you try to move and make me miss them, I'll give you a double dose and have some of the boys and girls hold you steady while I  beat those bee stings flat."

       The moment she finished her little speech, she landed the first brutal blow, splitting the twin boobs neatly in half, and bringing a scream from the teenager. While Bernice sobbed and tried to keep from getting up and fleeing the class room, the teacher came up with a rag from her desk and forced it into the girl's mouth. She landed three more vicious blows before a tearful Bernice Grander collapsed to the floor, her tits already darkening from the pounding they'd absorbed.

       The nightmare continued in her next class after she had been poked and prodded even more openly as she hobbled to her next class before lunch. This particular teacher once had a thing for her until she cut him dead based on what she heard about his small cock. He had her stand before the class, her legs spread wide and tied tightly to the legs of his desk, affording everyone a good view of her cunt mouth and bruised tits, still throbbing from the terrible blows they had taken just a few minutes ago.

       All during his class he invited students to come up and check out the goodies on the girl he called the biggest whore now attending Arnold Palmer high school. He reserved the last chance at her bare body before lunch break for himself. He wasted no time inserting four fingers into her cunt and then pinching her bruised tits until she burst into tears. He finished things off by slapping her cunt lips as hard as he could to the cheers of the class. Poor Bernice, her hopes to have an hour of peace and quiet were immediately dashed. By now she was in need of a bathroom break, and to her relief she was led upstairs to the girls bathroom on the third floor by her senior handlers.

       Bernice may have only been a sophomore, but that didn't mean she was dumb, to the contrary. Just before she hobbled through the door she realized that there was a nasty surprise waiting for her inside. The nasty surprise was a group of naked students, all of them with thick pubic bushes guarding their fat-lipped cunts and most of them in the heavyweight class. One of her escorts grinned and spoke.

       "These are all senior volunteers, giving up their lunch hour to teach you a lesson that you better never forget as long as you are a member of the student body of Arnold Palmer High. Alright ladies, she's all yours and don't remember we will need five minutes to clean her up so she'll be presentable for her next class. Don't make us look bad by bringing her to class more than a few minutes late. We have an arrangement with Ms. Watson, who absolutely hates this bitch, that allows us to be a few minutes late because of the crowd she's attracting as she goes from one class to the next. Have fun, we'll be back at five minutes to one, and she better be conscious."

       The terrified teenager was grabbed and pulled into one of the stalls where a bubbling toilet filled with turds and piss awaited her entry. One after another the seniors dunked her into the mess and held her under until she blew bubbles and inhaled some of the filth. After almost twenty minutes of steady dunking she looked like a nearly drowned rat as they dragged her to the next stall for a brief cleanup and a longer submersion that made her pass out and try to swallow the contents of the bowl.

       They put her on her back by the floor drain and then the heaviest of the ladies did a few knee drops on the teenager's flat stomach and made her bring up most of the turds and other unmentionables she had swallowed previously. Two of the bigger ladies, and they were all big, stationed themselves on either side of the cuffed and hobbled sophomore while the others formed a line and took turns squatting over her open mouth and relieving themselves. All of the group had full bladders and Bernice was hard pressed to keep up with the torrent of "golden nectar" that poured down her throat. By the time the two bookends finished pissing up a storm the teenager's flat belly was now pooched out from the huge amount of piss she'd taken into her gut.

       There was still enough time for her to give each lady a few licks and smooches that in many cases caused her to cough up pubic hairs when she was done. Those that were not satisfied with the time available promised to visit her in detention and have Bernice do them with more care and enthusiasm as befitted their exalted states as seniors. They had a few minutes left so the ladies pinched and yanked on her tits and pussy lips and one tried to get her fist into the teenager's cunt with no success. Promptly at five before one her two escorts arrived and started dunking her in a toilet that was freshly flushed. Then they ran a hose from one of the sinks and washed her piss soaked body free of any evidence. They barely made it into Ms. Watson's class, pushing the sophomore through the door looking like she had been swimming in the pool on her lunch hour and forgot to towel off.

       The teacher wasted no time having a couple of burly males tie Bernice's ankles to the legs of her desk and push her face down, exposing her welted ass cheeks to the class who made a few obscene remarks before they were told to be quiet.

       "This is an insult to me and my class! How dare you come in here soaking wet and drip water all over my desk and my clean floor. What do you think the janitor will say when he sees this mess? Well perhaps I'll let him have a go at you during detention today. I'll bet he knows where to use his belt so you'll remember your manners the next time you come into this room."

       As she spoke, Ms. Watson searched her desk drawer and came up with some binder clips, half a dozen in all. She then proceeded to use them to part the teen tramp's butt cheeks, exposing her unblinking brown eye to the class who snickered and made more obscene comments that brought laughter from everyone including their teacher. However when Ms. Watson announced a pop oral quiz, there were groans from the class until she told them what the winners would get. Each would have one chance to use the wooden pointer with the hard rubber tip on Bernice's asshole. There were gasps from some of the girls but the boys broke into smiles and shouted out that their victim would wish she was dead when they got a chance to rip into her tender asshole.

       As luck would have it, there were four winners in all, three of them girls. One decided it would be smart to let her boyfriend replace her, the other two insisted on taking their rightful turns. Before turning over the pointer, Ms. Watson gagged Bernice with the cloth that she used to wipe up the chalk dust that was generated when she wrote on the board. As soon as the bound teen took a breath, she began to choke and cough from the dust that came from the gag. Satisfied that all was in readiness, she stepped back and put her hand on the naked teen's shoulder as she told the first winner to take his turn.

       He took his stance and teased his victim by tapping the tip of the pointer against her unprotected anus. Then suddenly he lunged forward and smashed the pointer dead center between her taut cheeks. The teen arched her back in agony and brought her head up from the desk, making an eerie sound that wavered and grew higher in pitch with each passing second as the pain overloaded her synapses. Her entire body began to shiver and the area around her anus became pebbled as the afflicted region bloomed. The next winner, a girl, wasted no time taking up her position and laying a brutal stroke right down the middle between Bernice's cheeks, bringing a muffled, wailing sound from her gagged mouth.

       To add to the turmoil the naked teen lost control of her bladder and pissed like a cow, having not been given any opportunity to go while she was being humiliated and degraded in the girls bathroom. Ms. Watson had a fit and swore that the tramp would suffer the flames of hell when they met during detention this afternoon. She declared the pop quiz to be over and told the two other winners that they'd have a chance to do bad things to Bernice's bare body tomorrow, that is if she wasn't in the hospital after she got  finished with her.

       Ten minutes later the janitor was in the classroom cleaning up the mess and ogling the naked teen who remained tied to the desk, her asshole swollen, cheeks welted and tits bruised from her previous encounters with various teachers. He grinned when the teacher invited him to take out his anger on the trampy teen after hours. He licked his lips and told her he'd be there with bells on and his belt in his hands. The minute the janitor left her room Ms. Watson gave Bernice a little prevue of coming attractions, using the pointer to raise another half dozen welts on the backs of her thighs.

                                                           ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 25

                                                            Fractured Family (part 9 of 10)

       Poor Bernice still had two classes to go before she faced at least a double detention session. Principal Nailer had been following her progress for the entire day and was delighted to see that every teacher had been doing his or her job to make the teen tramp feel at home in hell. Adding Samuel the janitor to the mix had proved to be a stroke of genius on the part of Ms. Watson. Too bad she had the personality of a Tasmanian devil with a cactus shoved up its ass, since she had a decent body and as far as he knew wasn't in any lesbian relationship this semester.

       Now last year had been a different story when she got the hots for that senior Bambi Barnes. She wore that teenager down with a steady diet of detention sessions featuring her strap-on and plenty of good old fashion corporal punishment. Bambi's bountiful butt was perpetually welted from the teacher's riding crop, strap and her favorite, the cane. From there it went to private sessions at her apartment where she taught her little disciple the ins and outs of pussy eating, then moved on  to fisting, golden showers, enemas and even bestiality. Her little friend and Ms. Watson's German shepherd became an item and the two of them even made a number of appearances on the Internet with the girl totally naked except for her mask.

       The subject of Nailer's thoughts was entering the next to last class of the day and it was one that under even normal circumstances could be daunting. For Bernice Grander it was a good taste of what lay ahead for her when classes ended. Bull Svabo was a veteran of two wars and numerous clandestine military activities who decided that after thirty years of killing and maiming people for a living, teaching might be a nice change of pace, especially when this allowed him access to some of the hottest, nasty, teen queens still running free. It had never been proven, but in his six years of teaching at Arnold Palmer he was rumored to have had over two dozen affairs with his female students. His approach, which was to treat them rough, always seemed to work once he had picked his target and moved in on her.

       He had a few miscalculations, but shrugged them off because there was always another victim in his sights to replace the one that got away. Fourteen year-old Bernice Grander was one of his rare failures and now it was payback time. He had her escorts secure her to his desk, ankles lashed to the legs to spread her thighs, exposing the entrance to her cunt, and a thick leather strap holding her upper body face down and flush to the top of his desk. Once this was accomplished and the escorts dismissed, he started teaching his class as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. However as he lectured, Bull Svabo held a thick wooden paddle with holes drilled in its center, and on occasion ran it across the bare body of the teen, making her quiver with anticipation. He droned along about the factors that caused WW II, and watched the eyes of his students glaze over.

       Suddenly he whirled and delivered a frightful blow to Bernice's welted butt, the holes not only accelerating the speed and power of the blow, but leaving behind a pattern of blood blisters that quickly formed as her firm flesh contracted and then rebounded to its former state. The entire class gasped and then giggled nervously as they watched the teenager frantically fight her bonds and at the same time scream the walls down. That merited another swat and this one was even more powerful, the noise it made striking her bottom sounded almost as if she was shot. There was no scream this time, the pain was so great that her vocal cords were paralyzed and the students could watch in amazement as her skin seemed to crawl from where the paddle struck. A few of the girls cried out in terror at what they were witnessing. He went back to his lecture as if nothing of substance had occurred.

       For the remainder of the class he played with the sobbing teen like a cat with a mouse, rubbing his hand over her bruised and bleeding ass cheeks, tickling her cunt lips and even pinching her clit. When she started wailing again he even took his handkerchief and stuffed it in her mouth, warning her that if she spit it out he would flattened her ass until it was a mass of bleeding hamburger. The class sat transfixed, watching his victim's struggles and the way her body twitched and shook even when he wasn't teasing it with his thick fingers.

       There was one girl, her name was Kelly, who just closed her eyes and imagined that it was her naked and bent over the desk taking one brutal blow after another interspersed with his fingers playing with her dripping cunt, excited by the pain he was producing. The day she turned eighteen, Kelly would move out of her parents' house and became Bull Svabo's live-in love slave and torture toy, but that's a tale for another time and place.

       The teacher managed to lull not only his class but his prey into a sense of false security. The moment the bell sounded, signaling the end of this class he finally delivered the ultimate blow, a two-handed smash that crushed her bruised bottom and opened up still another colony of blisters that bled profusely as Bernice fainted from the overload of pain that radiated from her badly damaged ass. He had overplayed his hand and eliminated the possibility that Bernice would be available for further pain and degradation this day, or capable of participating in the gangbang that her brother had arranged for her once she returned home that evening.

       It would be two weeks before a shell shocked Bernice Grander was ready to leave the security of her bed and face the prospect of returning to Arnold Palmer high school. This is not to imply that she spent her entire time in bed, far from it. In that period Bull Svabo got every dirty job that was available and afterward was told to stay completely away from the teenager once she returned to classes. His student following dwindled except for Kelly who was already secretly auditioning to become his partner in any erotic fantasy he could dream up for her. However this delay had little influence on Bob Grander's private life. He had already replaced Abby with a slightly older but equally well built member of his office staff. Even more importantly he began to receive pictures and tapes of Marcy undergoing various treatments aimed at returning her to being a dutiful wife.

       By the time Marcy Grander got  around to asking about all the small print in the contract she had signed it was too late to do anything about it. It seems her husband was now offficially listed as her legal guardian until such time as the designated physicians of the sanitarium declared her competent to carry out her affairs. Unfortunately for Marcy that state of mind could only be achieved by her undergoing the various therapies prescribed by her physicians, who were more interested in seeing how long they could keep her at the sanitarium rather than how fast they could rehabilitate her.

       Marcy's medical insurance package had deep pockets and there also was the matter of the "performance" fees she earned, that the sanitarium collected as well for the cost of maintaining and treating her. It seems she had signed over to the sanitarium the rights to distribute recordings and tapes of the various procedures she underwent. The list seemed endless, and for some patients that is what it was. To her horror she discovered that some patients had spent well over ten years as experimental subjects, being tortured and degraded under the guise of scientific research.

       The tapes and recordings of their ordeals were sold to rich collectors located all over the world. In some cases the older patients were also shipped to a certain type of collector who paid an exorbitant fee for the right to use them personally before making them disappear without a trace. Of course, for another large fee, the sanitarium took care of creating the paper trail that always led to a dead end somewhere in the world.

       Since his daughter, who still was partial to lesbian life, was now home recuperating from her first day back at school, Bob Grander decided to do some convincing of his own and in doing so enhance his sex life considerably by incorporating his daughter into his scenes. This night he had invited Marge from accounting, a big woman with 40DDs, to have a roll in the hay with him as a way of improving her status in the company. She jumped at the chance and didn't bat an eyelash when he introduced his daughter, naked, hands cuffed behind her back and pulled up to hook onto the metal collar around her neck.

       She wagged her finger at the teen and remarked that based on the welts, bruises and cuts decorating her bare body, she must have been quite a naughty girl today. Bernice flushed but said nothing, knowing what would happen to her if she did. Bob chimed in, commenting that she took after her mother who was now undergoing therapy at a very exclusive sanitarium located in another state.

       Bob turned on the monitor and hit the play button. The screen now showed his wife being led into a

tiled room by a pair of orderlies. She was naked except for the strait jacket that restrained her. Based on her dripping cunt, it was fairly obvious that she had just finished having sex with a considerable number of partners. This was conformed by the disembodied voice doing the narrative that stated she had just completed a sexual therapy treatment involving her and eight well hung female sex partners, each of whom had her twice using the dildo of their choice. Bob laughed when Marge exclaimed "What a whore!" He then patted the bed and she leaned forward and began feeding him her big tits to snack on while he watched the tape.

       Marcy made no effort to resist as they got her out of the strait jacket and strapped down to the gyno table for a pelvic examination narrated in detail by the announcer's voice. Marge let out a gasp when they threaded a piece of tubing into Mary's cunt and hooked the other end to a small vacuum pump.

       "They're using an aspirator on her! I had that procedure done when I was in college and thought I was knocked up. You feel queazy for at least a day after they do it and your cervix aches. It's almost enough to make you want to swear off having sex or learn to take it up the ass exclusively."

       Bob laughed and pointed to his daughter who was lying on her belly looking away from the monitor.

       "Maybe I ought to make her have that procedure after my son's friends get done gangbanging her the next time. It couldn't hurt, at least it couldn't hurt me. Who knows, it might make her swear off sex with anyone else than her loving father, brother and a few of their closest friends?"

       Marge silenced him with one of her tits that she stuffed partially into his mouth. He bit down on it until she groaned and whispered for him to stop so she could suck his cock. While she did, he watched his wife have every drop of moisture removed from her well fucked cunt as she struggled against the straps that held her fast to the table. Things got really interesting when the aspiration procedure was completed and one of the nurses coated her hand with some kind of lotion and went to work getting it into Marcy's twat.

       He made Marge back off on the blowjob and let his daughter take over to finish him off. The big woman kept herself busy by licking and kissing his balls as Bernice slowly inhaled his stiff dick and then let it pop free from between her lips The teen hadn't forgotten what he taught her when she started doing this a couple of years ago. He grinned as he saw the nurse make a fist once she got her fingers inserted. It took many long minutes of twisting and pushing for the woman to get her fist moving up Marcy's birth canal. All the while his daughter's head was bobbing up and down on his stiff prong, doing a very nice job of sword swallowing. It certainly would be a shame for a talent like she had to lose it by turning into a sex slave for some diesel dyke.

       By now the voice was intoning imminent contact between the fist and Marcy's cervix. Bob stiffened as he focused on the monitor, looking for some physical sign that the fist indeed was at its target, but nothing was visible. It was then that he felt Marge's hand wrapping around his hard dick, jacking it at a good pace into Bernice's warm, wet, suctioning mouth. Simultaneously the camera zoomed in on Marcy's tortured face and the voice announced that first contact had been made with the entrance to Marcy's uterus.

       He shut his eyes and thought about his situation, deciding that life was good and could only get better. Seconds later his cock began painting the insides of his daughter's mouth with a heavy load of thick, hot cum. What happened next is the subject for another section of this particular twisted teen tale that will see the light of day at a future date that has yet to be determined.

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 26

                                                       Fractured Family (part 10 of 10)

       If Bob Grander had female companionship for the evening, it was Bryce's responsibility to make sure his sister was tucked in for the night. To him that meant making sure she was securely restrained in her bed, hands cuffed to the headboard and legs spread and anchored to the two bottom posts. Once that was done, Bryce normally took advantage of the situation and nailed his sister good and hard before turning off the light, leaving her in darkness with his cum percolating in her well fucked pussy.

       It was also his responsibility to wake the teenager and prepare her for Bob Grander's huge cock. Usually if he had the time, that meant shooting a big load of hot cum into her twat, deep inside so it didn't make her cunt a mess for his dad. No matter how much pussy he got the night before and despite the efforts of his bedmate to get his first load of the day, Bob always reserved it for his little girl. He loved to start the day by burying his long, thick prong deep inside his daughter's cunt and watching her face wrinkle from the pain of having that big tool scraping away at the walls of her fuck tunnel.

       It still bothered Bob that his little girl had somehow betrayed him and become a dedicated lesbian. The fact that his wife had crossed the line was nothing new, she had done this many times during their marriage, but always returned once that secret itch that mature women sometimes developed was properly scratched. In fact this latest defection on her part was perfectly timed as far as he was concerned. It gave him time to expand his sexual appetite, especially for his budding blossom of a daughter. Now this had been taken away from him and so Marcy had to suffer, and suffer she would. It hadn't sunk into her consciousness yet, but she would be in the sanitarium for a very long time, perhaps a year or more.

       If Bob had a confidant and boon companion, it was Dr. William Rafferty. Like Bob, the physician was a dedicated pussy hound and he liked them young, very young. He preyed on his late thirties and early forties female patients, who were a legion due to his "bedside" manner, and they in turn provided him a conduit to their daughters and the daughters of friends. He drew the line at thirteen, but often became so frustrated that he threatened to move his practice to a more enlightened country where once a girl came into her period, she was fair game. When he was approached by Bob for assistance in converting his wayward daughter back to a fully functional, heterosexual female with a father complex, the good doctor jumped at the opportunity.

       The two men had discussed strategy over the phone and even while sharing some of Bob's hotter female employees, all of whom were doing their best to impress the handsome medical man. Rafferty's approach was to use drugs and hormones to effectively halt and then reverse Bernice's maturation for at least the year or so that Marcy was in rehabilitation. Once this was accomplished, they could reprogram and retrain her to be a full time, sex-crazed teenager who was absolutely mad about her father's cock, and would do anything to get it.

       The doctor was adamant that the girl had to be taken out of school during this period, but Bob Grander had serious reservations on that score. He argued successfully that they had no one they could trust to oversee Bernice while they were working. The school and especially principal Nailer and his dedicated faculty would be the best mentors for the teen when he was away, engaged in making a living and screwing the more attractive employees that worked under him in more ways than one. This decision meant that Nailer had to be taken into their confidence about what they planned for the young teen, so that his over-eager faculty could be reined in before they physically and mentally ruined the girl.

       The only fly in the ointment was Bob's son, Bryce. He wanted to have sex with his twin sister as often as possible, and would be devastated if he had to stop bringing his friends over to gangbang her. According to Rafferty, the longer she was gang-fucked regularly by teenaged boys, the more difficult it would be to wean her off pussy in favor of cock. Bob countered with the argument that it wouldn' take too long before the boys grew tired of fucking this docile piece of meat that just took it without any emotional response one way or the other, and kept getting younger and younger.

       Couple that with the pain and humiliation she would be getting from the female members of the school faculty and the scales would start tipping in favor of becoming heterosexual, or at least neutral instead of lesbian. Making her appear more childlike might excite the doctor and perhaps even Bob Grander, but the average horny teenager was interested in something with tits and hair on her pussy, not a skinny kid with a flat chest and ass to match. That view carried the day, but proved to be only partially correct. There were boys who had "things" for their younger sisters, but didn't dare make any moves for fear of being discovered and punished by their parents. The hairless, skinny, flat-chested Bernice became their total focus.

       Principal Nailer was getting all the pussy he could handle these days from his live-in "Nazi", as he called her. Poor Renate hardly knew what he was talking about when he referred  to her with that nickname. On top of that there was a new, black babe fresh from teacher's college and on probation that he was cultivating. Her name was Taunesha Washington and she loved white cock and white pussy to hear her tell it. Arnold Palmer high had a very small population of the "brothers", the great majority forming the backbone of almost every sports team fielded by the school. Ms. Washington cut them dead, which was not a very wise thing to do these days, as Nailer tried to explain when he wasn't burying his bone in that buttery box lunch she eagerly offered him any time he gave her the eye. There will be much more to say about Ms. Washington in a future twisted teen tale, you can bet on that.

       When the principal's phone rang he was busy seeing if it was possible to stretch Renate's asshole any further using a sleeve to enhance the length and girth of his large cock. The big, buxom blonde was on her belly, hands holding her firm buns wide apart, as she grunted in time to the thrusts that the high school's administrator was delivering, his hands squeezing her big tits. Nailer listened to his answering machine, and when Bob Grander's voice came on, he had Renate grab the phone and hand it to him. He listened carefully to what was said, grunting in agreement every so often, all the while continuing his assault on Renate's lower intestines. Then he told her to hang it up and take a deep breath since he was about to shift into a higher gear and it just might hurt her a little bit.

       The next morning the principal had a meeting with those teachers who had formal contact with Bernice Grander and laid down the law. From now on corporal punishment was to be significantly reduced but not totally eliminated, while those things that could humiliate and degrade her were to be the main focus of their efforts. He asked the group to come up with some creative ways to accomplish this new approach and submit them to him no later than the middle of next week, so he could choose the ones he thought would do the job the best.

       Bryce was still inviting guys over to his place to gangbang his sister, but no longer daily. That didn't  sit well with some who had gotten used to using Bernice every day during the week. This in turn led to much more violent assaults on the young teen. Doctor Rafferty put in an appearance at the height of Bernice's first gangbang of the week and the line of waiting studs stretched from her bedroom, down the stairs into the living room and out onto the street, with cars still driving up and looking for a place to park. The good doctor was astonished and quite upset by what he witnessed.

       He hit the ceiling when he finally made it up to the girl's bedroom and got a good look at what was happening to her. Her legs were pinned back by her ears giving the guys access to both her holes. Somehow two of them were sawing away inside her cunt and asshole in a nice rhythm that indicated they had done this little trick quite often before. To complete it and make Bernice airtight, another boy was straddling her upper body and making the exhausted girl deep throat his cock, causing her to quack like a duck.

       Rafferty wasted no time phoning Bob Grander and informing him of what was happening at his home. He let his friend know that he was no longer interested in having anything to do with Bernice if this was the way he was allowing his son to mistreat her. Bryce had done it again and this time he didn't get away with it at all. His infuriated father arrived less than an hour later and the gangbang was now in full swing. His son had installed a video camera in the bedroom and was feeding the action out to the Asian market, jeopardizing Bob Grander's career and opening him to charges of being an unfit parent, which if argued successfully could result in his daughter being taken away from him.

       That was the last of the major trains Bernice pulled. From then on she was limited to intimate meetings with no more than half a dozen carefully chosen partners once or twice a week, except when Bob and the doctor invited friends or business associates, with tastes similar to Rafferty, to sample his daughter's declining charms thanks to the regimen doctor Bill had prescribed for her.

       Without going into the gory details at this juncture, suffice to say it involved a starvation diet, the injection of various drugs into her body via areas that were extremely sensitive, ingestion of drugs either orally or rectally in the form of enemas, the use of chemical inhalants that altered her mind, sleep deprivation, high colonic treatments, weekly colonoscopies, stomach pumping, as well as forced feeding followed by vomiting until her stomach muscles were so weakened that this treatment had to be discontinued.

       The faculty of Arnold Palmer high also outdid themselves in devising ways to humiliate and degrade Bernice, along with methods that caused her substantial pain, but left few if any marks on her sticklike body. She became so emaciated that even such standards as paddling her bottom at the end of the school week had to be discontinued. All the gory details as well as a fairly detailed account of what Marcy was enduring at the sanitarium will be the subject of another twisted teen tale that may also describe Bernice's adventures at Camp Fuckalot that highly interesting summer.

                                                              Finis for Now

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 27

                           (Black is Dutiful - part 1 of 7 )

       Taunesha Washington was doing her best to become the principal's pet, and she made no bones about it, much to the amusement of the faculty, who knew their principal a whole lot better than this young upstart. Make no mistake about it, this young teacher had a lot going for her such as youth, enthusiasm, ambition, intelligence, looks and a set of lungs that were the envy of most of the other female teachers, and an attraction that brought many of the male members of the faculty buzzing around her. Being the only black member of the faculty helped to make her very visible to everyone, including the students.

       Prior to the arrival of Ms. Washington, there had been no need for a dress code for the teachers. She put a dent into that oversight with her attire that featured high-heeled shoes, slit skirts that occasionally showed that the teacher was wearing a garter belt, peach seemed to be her favorite color, and blouses that flaunted cleavage that was awesome. Her blouses were also sheer enough to reveal the various types of bras that she used to support, uplift and display the outlines of those firm headlights that caused the average male student to salivate and made his opposite number seethe with frustration that she wasn't able to showcase her attributes in the same manner.

       Anything that allowed her to gain access to the principal was eagerly cultivated. Niles Nailer was no fool, he could see her setting her cap for him, or in this case he hoped it was more like her pussy, which he heard from some of his female teachers was bald and kept that way with bikini waxings. As a gag he made Renate get herself waxed and she was so embarrassed, because she claimed she now looked like a little girl, that she refused to have sex with him unless it was at night and the lights were out. It took a number of rather energetic beatings, plus a threat to have her deported, to change her mind on that subject.

       The principal still had some residual small boy in his personality, and so he decided to have some fun with the scheming Ms. Washington, and in the process of teaching the teacher a lesson, gain access to that bald pussy for his own nefarious reasons. His spies in the faculty as well as some feedback from a couple of the athletic coaches indicated a growing unhappiness on the part of the brothers, who made up the main portion of every important athletic team that the school fielded. They were getting tired of being cut dead by one of their own, even if she was a stone fox and was voted by them most likely to be pimped out if given the opportunity.

       So the following week he arranged a meeting with his new teacher, still on probation he reminded her, that might  be an opportunity to enhance her value to Arnold Palmer high and also assist him in solving a developing problem with the minority students, especially those representing the athletic teams of the school. As he described the assignment, he could not help but notice that she had lost her bra since he saw her this morning, and her posture had changed significantly providing him with a view of her nether regions that verified the fact that her pussy mound had been denuded. There was also this erotic aroma emanating from her person, as if she had been rutting with someone only minutes before attending this meeting.

       Score two for the wily teacher he thought, already deciding what her penalty would be for this "naked" affront to his position of authority. He also had to shake himself free of the vision he was having which featured his cock sawing away in the tunnel formed by those awesome tits, oiled to make his progress smooth and easy. Returning to his agenda, he informed the hot-looking teacher that he was thinking seriously of creating a position for a mentor who would be the interface between the minority school population and its administration, namely Niles Nailer. This person would not be compensated monetarily but would benefit from exposure to the adminstrative side of the house, so to speak. For a brief moment he thought Ms Washington was about to jump his bones where he sat.

       To complete the circuit, he met with the leadership of the brothers, Jamal Jones and Tyrone Jefferson, to discuss their problems with Ms. Washington. When he announced that she was going to be the interface between him and them, they burst into laughter, which Nailer expected. That part of the ritual completed, he got down to brass tacks and explained he wanted to teach the teacher a good lesson and he wanted their assistance.

       "What's in it for the brothers?" Jamal asked a few seconds before Tyrone echoed the same question.

       Nailer licked his chops and let them in on his plan for taking the hot young lady down a peg or two. Their eyes lit up as their piece of the pie was described. His plan was simplicity itself, Ms. Washington would make her own bed while the brothers slept in it, with Ms. Washington of course. All it required was for them to get her in a compromising situation which could be taped and used to keep her in line. Once that was accomplished, the teacher would have no choice but to either become a groupie for the various athletic teams, or face dismissal from her position, thus ending her budding career as a teacher. If all went well they could enjoy Ms. Washington's physical charms for the entire semester, except when he wished to use her. That brought smiles and high fives from his two co-conspirators.

       The brothers proved to be more sophisticated than Taunesha, running her around until she was breathless and completely frustrated. She called meetings; they refused to attend. She showed up at their practices and was asked to leave by the coaches. She finally complained to the principal and got a good tongue lashing for her inability to control the brothers. Had she seen the tent that formed in his trousers as he   read her the riot act, she would have been encouraged to continue pressing on until she and the principal had a meeting of the minds and bodies. Although it didn't appear that he noticed her fantastic jugs were totally unfettered and outlined through the stretchy fabric of the top she had slipped on just for this meeting, she had scored big time.

       That evening Renate got a major pounding that left her breathless, confused and very, very satisfied. By now she had been with him long enough to realize that the "schwarz" woman, as she called Taunesha, was getting under his skin, a sign that she'd be soon occupying his bed. Renate just hoped that she'd have an opportunity to share in the spoils of victory. Despite her current exclusive diet of principal cock, she worked both sides of the street and would jump at the chance to cross over and enjoy what awaited on the other side.

       The next day the principal held a meeting in his office with Jamal and Tyrone and hinted strongly that it was time for them to stop fooling with the teacher and make friends with her. They were floored at his request, but when he promised that this approach would yield a hot new groupie, eager to demonstrate her dedication to the brothers, they grinned knowingly and listened to his plan to put her into a position that left no recourse except to obey her new masters.

       It should be noted that the average black athlete representing Arnold Palmer high had a following of  white groupies ranging in number from two to well over a dozen, depending upon his importance and ability in the sack. Contrary to popular opinion, the brothers were not only physically gifted, they could hold their own intellectually as well. A certain black teacher was about to discover this a bit too late to recover from the trap that they helped spring.

       Late that very afternoon an excited Taunesha Washington had coffee with the principal and casually mentioned that the leadership of the brothers had offered to meet with her on school grounds once practice was over. She was so busy patting herself on the back to notice the funny taste of the coffee that he offered her. Nailer was amused at her outfit, which was very severe, hiding her physical attributes. He knew what the brothers were going to think about that, but no matter, by then the little something he had added to her coffee would be kicking in and the rest would be history. He only hoped that Jamal and Tyrone were smart enough to make sure that they got the teacher off school grounds before they opened up the gift package she offered. As it turned out, they were.

       The next day Ms Washington called in sick. Principal Nailer laughed when he saw her name on the absence roll. It looked as if the little something he had slipped into her coffee had worked and the brothers had taken it from there. That evening when he returned home he discovered a message with attachments on his computer from Jamal and Tyrone. A big smile broke across his face as he opened the attachments. For the next twenty minutes he saw highlights of Ms. Washington's meeting with the brothers. He had to admit that she had a body the likes of which he rarely saw, and he'd seen some of the best in the city over the years.

       What really got his juices flowing was the activities in which she was involved, always with a happy smile on her face except for the ones where her mouth was filled or her lips were wrapped around a big black cock. He let out a whistle when he saw the ones showing her asshole swallowing a huge dick while at the same time her bikini waxed cunt mouth was filled with one even thicker. Then there were the shots of her fabulous tits acting like a tunnel for one big prick after another as she hefted those large, economy-sized jugs in the palms of her hands like a porn star. He couldn't stop laughing at the ones showing her covered from brow to chin with thick ropes of cum dripping from her cocoa colored face. Of interest there were no faces shown other than hers and she certainly looked as if she was having a grand time of it.

       Nailer could not resist calling the young black woman who was now hung out to dry and stick it to her in a metaphoric sense. It took him three tries before he got her on the line. From her tone of voice he knew she knew she was in deep trouble. He launched into her with might and main, visions of her superb naked body most likely now at his beck and call, fueling some heavy duty fantasies.

       "My dear Ms. Washington, how good of you to answer my call. You my dear are in deep yogurt to put it politely. I've just been going through some most interesting material featuring someone who looks exactly like you performing some rather undignified acts with a large group of black men. You appear to be having a grand time of it. May I presume you were auditioning for some role in a pornographic movie? Are you interested in viewing some of the material I now have in my possession? If you'll give me your e-mail address I'll send you some highlights. They will make up the agenda for our meeting that will take place at my home tomorrow evening at six sharp. Failure to attend will indicate you have no interest in continuing your association with Arnold Palmer high."

       He wrote down Ms. Washington's e-mail address and hung up on the woman, knowing he had caused her another sleepless night. If all went as planned, she'd be kept up rather late tomorrow night as well. He was sure that Renate would be beside herself when she heard about their visitor and what he had planned for the hot young teacher wannabe. For the second time in three nights Renate felt as if she had been run over by a herd of sex-crazed water buffalo. Between the heavy duty assaults on her person she learned that something very exciting was going to occur in the very near future and she  would be involved.

       She had spent enough time with Niles Nailer to know better than to play twenty questions wth him. Just as long as it didn't involve her and some four legged friend, she was fine with it. When he heard that, he broke into almost hysterical laughter and gave her a swat on the butt that left an imprint for a number of days. Then it dawned on her. The schwarz woman had finally been run to earth and tomorrow night he and perhaps she would brand the woman as his property until he got tired of her presence. Usually that meant a few intense weeks according to what some of the other teachers had told her in confidence.

       It was a dazed and contrite Taunesha Washington who rang the bell to principal Nailer's home precisely at 6PM. Waiting for her were a smiling Niles Nailer as well as Jamal and Tyrone, licking their chops at the prospect of another round of fun and games with their new groupie. Her eyes grew wide from the shock of seeing these two attending this critical meeting. Then it all came together; she had been duped by her principal with the help of these nasty black teenagers.

       For a brief moment she considered going on the offense, but one look at the principal's face told her that would be a serious mistake. He wasted no time laying down the conditions under which she could continue to remain as a member in good standing of his faculty. That is at least until she either passed or failed her probationary period, which he announced would be  extended through the summer so she could have the benefit of the Camp Fuckalot experience. Taunesha felt faint as he pronounced these conditions. His next condition staggered her.

       She was hereby assigned to assuring that the morale of the black athletes representing the school was kept at a high level through "personal interactions" in a timely fashion. A grinning Tyrone Jefferson handed her a list of names requiring immediate assistance. Principal Nailer interceded for the teacher as he had some pressing need for her particular skills this very evening. However he guaranteed that starting tomorrow after classes the teacher would be available for morale building activities to be held at a place to be determined by Jamal and Tyrone. That concluded the meeting and he ushered the two athletes from his home and then returned to begin Ms. Washington's "training".

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                               Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 28

                                                                      (Black is Dutiful - part 2 of 7)

       Nailer wasted no time marching his prize prisoner to his bedroom for the first of what he hoped would be a number of excellent workouts featuring his cock and her various entryways. She literally strutted, shaking her hips and making that rounded bottom wiggle and jiggle for his entertainment. Nailer licked his lips in anticipation of unwrapping this awesome package and really doing a proper inventory of her private and "pubic" parts. He had alerted Renate of company tonight and had her scheduled to visit his bedroom exactly an hour after his guests left. He figured that she was probably hiding somewhere, checking out the competition. It was going to be a fun evening, he was sure of that.

       He made Taunesha stand at attention while he leisurely undressed, revealing his hard cock ready for action. The candidate teacher's eyes were glued to the monster dong hanging from between his legs, and she licked her lips in anticipation of what was to follow. Nailer grinned and motioned for her to begin disrobing. She pulled her top off in record time and there they were, straining to escape from the confines of the white frilly half-cup bra that acted to present them rather than support those cocoa-colored beauties. They were awesome, no doubt of that! He couldn't resist teasing her about that little escapade the other night.

       "I guess after what you handled the other night, what I've got has to be a big disappointment, right? Those monsters that you were taking in every hole looked pretty fearsome to me. Guess you'll just have to get used to little old me boring away inside that tight asshole tonight. Maybe some of the brothers that need your help will be able to give you what you so obviously enjoy."

       Her response was not exactly what he expected, by a long shot. He had touched more than a nerve. He had accidently opened a valve and what came out was truly astonishing. The tears started to flow along with wailing that made the hair on the back of his neck rise. What was even weirder was that she continued to strip. Off came the bra as she wept and trembled, looking for all the world like she was a little gurl expecting a sound thrashing. By the time she got down to just her thong, also in white, which had managed to bury itself between her fat cunt lips, the principal was on the verge of jumping her bones, tears or no tears. That's when she lost her composure entirely and started to give a fairly good imitation of a tornado warning siren. That was nothing compared to what happened next.

       Nailer got off the bed and approached the sobbing fermale who fell to her knees and clasped her hands together as if praying. The words she uttered at first made no sense, and then it dawned on him that he was witnessing a classic case of regression. This awesome creature had returned to a time when she must have been thirteen or fourteen and living at home.

       "Please mommy I can't do it, my puss hurts so bad from the last time he did me. He's too big to get inside me like that! No, no, not the strap! I can't take it again, it's too soon! I'm not healed up enough, I'll bleed too much and then he'll get real mad and hurt me even worse than the last time! Just let me suck him off like in the beginning. He liked that, I know he did. He told me so many times that I was his favorite cock sucker in the whole world. Please, please, no, no, no,.......don't hurt me! I'll be the best cock sucker he ever had, he'll love it."

       The principal prided himself on being a stand-up, no-nonsense guy, but this outburst really got to him for a time. Mentally he flipped a coin to see how he would handle this situation; heads he let Renate take over and shake some sense into the out of control teacher wannabe, or tails he'd spanked her silly until she woke up from whatever bad trip she was on. Either way Nailer was going to put the blocks to this outstanding piece of ass, come hell or high water. He counted to ten and hollered for Renate to come in and give him a hand with his visitor.

       Suddenly the room was filled with this big, blonde, buxom, Teutonic tigress wearing nothing but a smile and a baby doll that appeared to be made from cobwebs. What a contrast in color, Renate's pale white skin matched against Taunesha's cocoa coloring; something for everyone, that's for sure. The big smile on the PE teacher's face froze when she saw the state of the sobbing school teacher on her knees, hands clasped as she prayed to principal Nailer as if he were some god come down from the heavens. This was too freaky for the straight forward fraulein from the forests of Bavaria. The principal wasted no time ordering his house guest / bed partner to calm the young woman down so she would behave normally, whatever that might turn out  to be.

       Renate leaped at the chance to further ingratiate herself with Niles Nailer, for she was beginning to enjoy all the good old fashioned American style sex that he was providing her. However her approach was a bit harsh, starting with grabbing a handful of Taunesha's hair in one hand and landing a few rabbit punches to the back of her neck with the other. The young teacher's wailing stopped and she did her best to escape the iron grip that Renate had on her hair. Nailer's eyes lit up realizing he was about to witness every man's dream, a cat fight between two incredibly well built, beautiful women with him as the winner's reward. He could see it now, up in lights, "The Battle of the Bared DDs - No Holds Barred".

       His fantasy was soon demolished along with the black teacher's resistance as Renate used her superior strength and athletic prowess to quickly bring her opponent to her knees in a metaphoric sense. Actually she dragged the woman to her feet and while she was still disoriented, took this advantage to deliver a kick to her crotch that took all the fight out of her along with whatever she had for her last meal. That did not make Niles Nailer a very happy camper seeing as his rug was now absorbing Taunesha's vomit and the likelihood of enjoying her pussy was severely compromised. Renate didn't help matters by grinding the teacher's face into the pool of regurgitated food, making it even more difficult to remove.

       The angry principal delivered a swift kick to his PE teacher's rump, along with an order for her to get started cleaning up the mess she had caused the teacher to make. Once she was finished with that item, she was to report to his bedroom and follow his orders to the letter. Renate left, still rubbing where his foot had landed, and wondering what was in store for her in his bedroom, probably nothing like she normally received. The principal took a detour and pushed his visitor into the shower and told her to clean  herself up before he would allow her to occupy his bed.

       To make a long story short, the first meeting of the loins between Nailer and his troublesome teacher was not one for the ages. In fact it wasn't worth spit as far as he was concerned, and he made sure she knew that. Taunesha was too traumatized to be insulted, which did not sit well with the principal. Being a man of action he decided to see what might come of some corporal punishment such as an over the knee spanking. He gave her a good walloping, but she hardly responded except on those rare occasions when his hand came in contact with her fat-lipped pussy. So out came the handcuffs from the nightstand, and still no reaction as he snapped them shut, effectively restraining his guest and allowing him free rein. For some odd reason he had lost all interest in this chocolate goddess, and decided to turn her over to the tender mercies of Renate, with him observing in hopes of getting his juices flowing once more.

       Renate was thrilled to discover that she was not in the doghouse after all. In fact her lord and master had just given her a little buddy to pay with and she was going to take full advantage of the situation. Her first task was to put the black teacher to work sucking her vomit from the rug in the living room. However that was only a portion of the assignment. Renate left for a minute or so and when she returned there was a monster black dildo jutting from her groin, a little gift for the schwarz teacher, she explained to principal Nailer. He licked his chops at the prospect of watching his latest conquest take almost a foot of black dildo up her cunt  and possibly even her asshole. This was turning out to be a fun evening after all.

       For the next hour the two women gave him a show that turned his limp cock into a bar of steel. The moment Renate began running the head of her giant "cock" up and down the slot of her "bitch", Taunesha responded enthusiastically, arching her back and moaning with pleasure. Her response acted to intensify Renate's efforts to completely cover her bitch. Now Renate's strong hands were wrapped tightly around those hanging mounds of firm, brown flesh, manipulating them as the nipples grew hard as stone. The chocolate skinned teacher began to pant like a dog, only acting to further incite the urges that were boiling to the surface of her "mistress".

       To her surprise, Renate was able to penetrate her bitch with almost six inches of her mammoth prong before meeting any resistance. Even that soon disappeared and her cunt swallowed nearly the entire length of hard rubber. The buxom blonde grew more excited as her prey gave herself up to her totally. She pulled the dildo free and it made a wet, suctioning sound as if the teacher's hot, wet cunt were venting its unhappiness over the removal of that big tool that had started her juices flowing. Taunesha greedily sucked the dildo free of anything that it had accumulated while inside her quivering  fuck channel. Renate leaned back on her haunches and enjoyed the deference being demonstrated by her new slave. This one evidently was hungry for white pussy and Renate was only too glad to provide the young woman with what she craved.

       There still remained a few more tests of her devotion and loyalty and her feet were held to the fire, so to speak. The schwarz woman as Renate referred to her new playmate was put back to work sucking the last remnants of her vomit from the rug and then licking the coarse surface to make sure that everything had been removed. To test her further, Renate slowly and very carefully worked the head of her giant sex toy past the tough ring of muscle guarding Taunesha's rectum and then pushed inside with a quick hard thrust that brought a muffled groan from her victim. Her reaction was exactly what the buxom blonde had been seeking and she now really stepped up the pressure, cornholing the black teacher without mercy and reveling in her grunts and pleading for relief.

       Principal Nailer's cock was so hard that it began to hurt from the pressure of all the blood that had filled it to its limit. He took command of the situation and ordered his two playmates to join him in the bedroom where they could do lots of dirty things to each other in comfort. His two house guests took over just long enough to  relieve the pressure that had built up inside the principal's balls and cock. With Taunesha's snake of a tongue licking his swollen nut sack and Renate doing a great job of impersonating a sword swallower, he got off in a big hurry, washing the buxom German's throat with a sea of hot, salty semen.

       As with most members of the male species, Niles Nailer was now ready for a nice nap, but his two playmates had other ideas. They now had the proverbial bit in their teeth and were bound and determined to make the most of it. After a few minutes the principal had a change of heart, probably influenced by the fact that his cock was hardening quickly in Taunesha's warm, wet mouth. He was also getting his first good taste of the young teacher's fragrant pussy that was glued to his face, providing just a small access for him to gain some air. He was beginning to think he was part of one of those great wet dreams that he used to have when he was a youngster and perpetually walking on three legs as the old gag went.

       Determined not to be left out in the cold, Renate had joined the fun. She was licking and sucking his balls, and alternating that little activity with a slow handjob that complemented the enthusiastic blowjob Taunesha was providing to her supervisor and soon to be master, as well. He was hard and excited, but his churning balls still had a ways to go before he was ready to deliver another load of wigglers. Renate decided to move into unexplored territory now that her task master was preoccupied.

       Nailer was so busy sucking up all the pussy juice this pink taco was providing, that it took him some time to realize that there was a foreign object breaching his rectum. Whatever it was started to make him even more sexually excited and this in turn made Taunesha groan with pleasure as his fast tongue  responded to the stimulation his butt hole was receiving. By now Renate's middle finger was up to the second joint and making good progress in her search for his prostate. She struck gold shortly thereafter and Nailer arched his back and tried to swallow the dripping pussy that was still glued to his face.

       Things got completely out of hand when Renate substituted her mouth for her finger, which she withdrew when she felt his prostate beginning to pulsate, a sign of an impending ejaculation. She alternated between puffing and sucking his asshole. Nailer began to moan and groan. Taunesha picked up the pace, knowing that something was in the offing. Then he grunted, which tickled her twat, just before launching an armada of wigglers into the cocoa-colored teacher's mouth and that young lady chowed down on every one, taking no prisoners and smacking her lips with pleasure when she was finished. Principal Nailer was done for the evening and thus missed the activites involving his two house guests. However there would be plenty of opportunities, especially over the next few weeks, for him to make up for missing the first act of what  became a long playing hit that he revisited many times, even when the principal players moved on to bigger and better things.

                                                                     ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                               Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 29

                                                                      (Black is Dutiful - part 3 of 7)

       That evening marked the beginning of a month long period that the principal would never forget. Here he was, the master of two hot ladies, both awesomely constructed and eager to please. Renate was defending her turf, as it were, trying to make sure that she had a seat when the music stopped. This blonde, buxom daughter of the Aryan race, as she sometimes described herself, was not to be ousted by some latecomer to the party. Taunesha was just as adamant that she was not going to be left out in the cold when all was said and done. Nailer on the other hand played his cards close to the vest and kept his two wannabes in the dark at all times as to his choice for a live-in sex slave.

       To make it really interesting he allowed the young black woman to move enough clothing into his place to allow her to dress for success as one of his teachers, but also demanded that while she was under his roof, she wear no more than a white thong for contrast. Renate had no such constraint, but she retaliated, shaving her pubes to call attention to her cunt, and wearing only a sheer bra that was an eye-catcher, since it caused her lord and master to fixate on her outstanding tits, that he sometimes took for granted. Her rival also shaved herself and deliberately kept her thong wedged tightly between her fat cunt lips. Secretly the principal had to give the edge to his "black beauty" his private name for the young woman.

       Renate had by far the easier time of it at school. No one dared give her a hard time in class, but there were a number of teens of both sexes that had sex fantasies involving themselves and Renate. The big blonde had a large following among the brothers who nicknamed her the white ho, but even that "accolade" failed to change her position when it came to putting out pussy or booty for the athletes of Arnold Palmer high, regardless of their skin color.

       So these days they took out their frustration on Taunesha, who was now forced to service on a daily basis those black athletes who felt the need for her talents. This took place off school grounds at one of the many "safe" houses that were used by the brothers for rest and recreation. To make sure that Taunesha's schedule meshed with theirs, Nailer assigned her to after hours detention, which conveniently ended just as the various athletic teams were finishing  practice.

       Usually she took on anywhere from three to six of the brothers, giving mostly blowjobs and letting others tit-fuck her and shoot all over her face. Being totally naked was required as part of her job description. The brothers would love to tease her by jacking off into her bras or panties and making sure she left the premises wearing her sperm soaked underwear. Those who felt the need for more intense servicing had to supply their own condoms, which she would carefully examine for former use, pinholes, itching powder or "hot  sauce". This woman was no slouch when it came to protecting herself from venereal diseases and pranksters.

        She always had an audience when she was putting out some serious pussy and on rare occasions booty. Much as they teased and degraded her, no one in their right mind would say anything bad about her body, it was spectacular. Unfortunately they also took lots of pictures of her doing her thing with the brothers. That lasted only a few days, then principal Nailer informed Jamal and Tyrone of what was going on and threatened to have some of the leading offenders suspended from school for a few weeks. That would be just enough time to put them on probation, ending their athletic careers for the year. As noted before, these students were smart as well as physically gifted; they quickly rolled over and played dead for the administration. Just as well since word had gotten out about the after hours morale building and many of the groupies began to put pressure on the brothers to make a choice between that "black ho" and them.

       Renate was sure that she'd have an advantage since her rival was playing the "ho" for the brothers. Nailer on the other hand made no attempt to even things out. If the pressures of the day at school made him  horny he used Renate, no questions asked and she happily put out whatever "His Horniness", her nickname for him, desired. He'd even ignore the arrival of Taunesha, exhausted from her after-school duties, her underwear usually sperm soaked and her lips chapped from giving blowjobs. One thing about the brothers, they had great self-control, probably because they were getting so much from their groupies.

       After a cold shower, a little nicety decreed for her by Nailer, she'd don her white thong and prance around the place looking to tease the principal into making a move on her, which he never did that close to dinner. Renate liked to think it was her charms that kept the master disinterested in doing the schwanz teacher, and sometimes she was correct. On a few evenings he had school matters to handle and so there was no sex until he was ready to turn in for the night. Renate discovered that on these long stretches of doing without, both she and her rival got a little edgy. What better way to regain control than to have a pleasant sixty-nine with all the trimmings. If the truth be known, the two were both heading in the direction of the lesbian persuasion, Renate back-sliding while Taunesha was seeking shelter from the storm of male sexuality that seemed forever to be surrounding her.

       Nailer never forgot his manners or responsibilities as lord and master of his home and its inhabitants. Unless they had guests, who were sometimes offered the use of his live-ins, he and his two slaves always went to sleep satiated, regardless of how long it might take. This was when Renate and Taunesha teamed up and made him work for his pussy and anything else of theirs he wanted to use. His little German strudel, as he often called Renate, discovered his weakness for rimming, and it became the feature part of any threesome. If it wasn't her tongue tickling his asshole, it was a finger or even two and on rare occasions three that worked their way into his rectum and sought that pigeon egg that he loved to have stimulated. However what usually put him over the edge was her mouth acting like a little pump, as she suctioned out his anal passageway.

       Try as she might, the black beauty could never bring the same degree of enthusiasm to that particular task as her companion. That is not to say that she just sat back and let Renate dominate his every moment. She still had those 40DDs to tease and please him. Even though Renate and she could comfortably wear each other's bras, the fact that Renate was nearly half a foot taller and at least thirty pounds of muscle heavier, made her tits look smaller when compared to Taunesha's matchless jugs.

       As for the principal, he just laid back and enjoyed the ride. His newest guest did have one edge, her pussy was a little bit more juicy and he was starting to become addicted to its unique taste. However Renate's suctioning mouth  working steadily on his tight and very sensitive asshole always trumped anything his black beauty could provide. Taunesha's tits generally were the ones coated with his hot cum, since he preferred that Renate keep herself busy down below while he tit fucked those marvelous cocoa-colored tits with nipples that always seemed to be hard.

       Things went along this way for a week or so, but Nailer was realizing that he did not need two sex slaves. One would do just fine, leaving him other opportunities. In fact he had one waiting in the wings, a hot looking junior and her slut of a mother. The lady was between husbands and would like to make sure that her only daughter got very good grades and excellent references. These, plus the ability to pay the outrageous tuition, were the keys to allow her to get into a good college to continue her education and land a husband from a rich family. A few days later something happened that made his choice even easier.

       The three of them were stripping down and getting ready for a few hours of hot sex. Renate had him excited over the prospect of having her work a well lubed bullet vibrator up his asshole to really give his rapidly growing prostate a good workout. Nailer already had a massive hard-on and was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Taunesha rolling down her white thong. He grinned at her and crooked his finger. She got this strange look on her face, started trembling and proceeded to have another fit, leading to a quick regression to when she was much younger. This time he was smart enough to let her play out whatever it was that frightened her.

       The principal gave Renate at look that warned her to do nothing. Nailer carefully listened to the woman and observed her body language. It gradually sank into him that she wasn't looking at him anymore,   but some figure from her past, a person that terrified her. Then it all came together, of course! Taunesha was reliving a portion of her past that was triggered by this type of preparation for sex, and she was about to be raped by this man, whoever it was, with her mother's tacit approval. It could have been a boyfriend or husband of her mother, worse yet her own father, preparing to do the dirty deed once again. He decided to play this scene out further in hopes of discovering who this person from her past was. Nailer stood up, towering over the shaken teacher, and pointing his finger down at her, he shouted.

       "You just stay there you disobedient girl! Your mother and I will have to decide what to do with you for refusing to do as I say. As long as you're living under my roof you will obey or I'll take the skin off that skinny ass of yours with my belt. Make any attempt to flee and I'll be much worse. Do you remember what happened the last time you said no to me?"

       Taunesha became even more hysterical at his threat, and for her trouble she caught a slap in the face that rocked her head sideways. Nailer waited to see if that brought her out of it, but she continued her sobbing and begging. He beckoned for Renate to join him off to the side where the hysterical teacher couldn't hear them. He whispered to her that this regression routine had gone just about as far as he was going to tolerate. It was now make or break time and from this point on Renate was to act the part of Taunesha's mother and follow his lead, no matter how strange or nasty. The blonde's face broke into a knowing smile and she nodded her head.

       With her "mother's" approval the principal handcuffed the disobedient "child" and put her over his knee for a lengthy spanking. The young "girl", just a few months past her thirteenth birthday, screamed and begged as her ass was pounded mercilessly. When he finally grew tired from his efforts, he suggested that the girl's mother take a turn in disciplining her. He watched the powerful blonde bash the girl's rounded rump, flattening her buns with each powerful swat. By now the unruly child was too tired from screaming and begging that she just grunted after every blow to her swollen bottom. The principal's erection had now returned and he decided that the girl needed a much stronger lesson, the kind only his hard cock could provide.

       They dragged the black beauty onto the bed and Renate sat on her back, effectively pinning her down, while Nailer pried her firm cheeks apart and got a good look at her chocolate starfish. He rolled on a condom, not willing to take any chances now that she was having sex daily with the brothers. The moment the head of his cock began poking against her asshole she began struggling. A couple of vicious rabbit punches to the back of her neck took all the fight from her. The principal was surprised at just how yielding her tight asshole had become once it was breached, and took full advantage of it.

       He went deep and she grunted, breaking into tears once more, begging her mother to stop him from raping her. Renate told her she was a dirty girl and deserved exactly what her "daddy" was giving her naughty daughter. Taunesha began shouting that he wasn't her daddy, he was her mother's friend, not her daddy. Renate and he exchanged knowing glances and Nailer picked up the pace, working his cock from side to side as he pounded her asshole with furious, powerful strokes. When he finished, he made the black teacher suck out his condom and swallow the contents.

       Nailer and Renate held another little meeting to decide what to do next. The principal was growing quite annoyed with the resistance Taunesha the child was displaying. They discussed further spankings, but dismissed that idea. Initially Nailer rejected the suggestion from Renate that they consider giving the teacher an enema. However she persisted, claiming that a young teen would be mortified at such an experience, especially if it were done in the presence of her mother's "boyfriend", who had just finished sodomizing the girl. This would be another layer of humiliation that just might be enough to bring her out of this state of mind. Nailer reminded her that he was looking for a cure, not a respite from this nonsense.

       Nailer situated himself on the edge of the tub and made Taunesha bend at the waist and begin sucking his cock while Renate slipped the nozzle of the enema into the "little girl's" bunghole. For a brief moment Taunesha almost lost control and bit down on the dick in her mouth. The principal was taken by surprise and for this breach of conduct she was rewarded with a fist to the head that made her see stars. The next thing she knew a strong hand had her by the throat and was pinching off her air as he squeezed. Renate was taken by surprise by is powerful reaction and she gasped a number of times as her lord and master reduced their victim to a blubbering wreck. She had never seen him look so stern and she hoped that she never would experience the rage that had taken command of him.

       Taunesha took a king sized enema and was forced to hold it by means of a bung slammed up her spasming asshole as soon as the nozzle came free. Nailer kept up the pressure and made sure she continued to suck his dick, which was begining to harden up nicely. He told the black teacher that she'd have to hold that enema which was distorting her insides, until he came. She picked up the pace and he helped a little by playing with her hanging boobs, twisting and pinching those mammoth mounds as her head bobbed up and down on his hard cock. Try as she did, he was not ready to unload. Nailer looked over to Renate and gave her the high sign to release the bung.

       After she voided, Renate dunked her into the mess now bubbling away in the toilet. She kept at it until her victim lost control and began inhaling the chunks of fecal matter she had deposited in the bowl. The second enema was much worse since the principal ordered Renate to dump a couple of trays of ice cubes into the bag before filling it to completion with cold water. While the blonde teacher did his bidding, Nailer forced Taunesha into the shower stall and gave her a cold rinsing prior to her next enema.

       He had decided to save himself for one last run at her tight asshole if it didn't do the trick. In fact he was prepared to call in sick tomorrow and keeping her with him for the entire long weekend. Her only escape from him would be when he invited the brothers over to give her a good workout so he could get some rest from beating, humiliating and nailing her in every hole. Of course all the rough stuff would be done under the banner of trying to bring her out of this weird state. However, right now he was still going to make her hurt really bad while she was getting the ice water enema.

       He took up a position to the side of the "black beauty" with one of his heavy belts wrapped around his hand. He waited until the first cramping started before laying the leather to her back. He whipped her from neck to ass, leaving a set of angry welts across her cocoa-colored back, neatly split by her spine that was displayed prominently due to her bent over position. He took a breather and watched her shiver as the chilled water began drawing the heat from her body. Then he strapped her bottom, being very careful to avoid striking the wiggling tubing carrying the ice water into her rectum. Taunesha grunted and sobbed as he flogged her mercilessly, competing with the enema to see which punishment had the greater effect on the "little girl".

       After another round of dunking once she voided enema number two, principal Nailer gave her a good going over with his trusty belt and didn't miss too many spots, even landing some major league hits on those fantastic headlights she was sporting. Then into the stall for another cold shower, followed by a brisk toweling by Renate before the trembling woman, still acting like a child, was marched back down the hall towards the main bedroom. Nailer couldn't resist slapping those big tits as she staggered from one side of the hall to the other, trying to avoid his blows.

       "Little girl, your mother and I are going to fuck you bowlegged until you snap out of whatever has a grip on you right now. I have lots of time and plenty of patience if that's what it takes to get you off this weird trip you're taking."

       Taunesha's reaction to these words was not obvious to Niles Nailer, which irritated him no end. If that was the way she wanted it, that was the way she'd get it! He'd whip the skin off her ass cheeks and mark her skin from neck to ankle on both sides of that hot-looking body. She would learn who was boss and what it meant to piss him off. Glancing over to Renate, he smiled coldly and pronounced Taunesha's fate.

       "You better go get that jumbo dildo strap-on. She's asking for it, and you're going to give it to her, every inch, nice and slow. I want her to be able to enjoy each moment of having her pussy warped and her uterus tilted so badly that she'll never have to worry about getting pregnant ever again."

                                                        ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 30

                                                          (Black is Dutiful - part 4 of 7)

       While he waited for Renate to return, the principal made the black teacher kneel on the floor beside the bed where he was seated and begin applying her hot, wet mouth to his semi-hard cock. By the time the PE teacher came back wearing her favorite strap-on dildo, Nailer had built up a pretty good head of steam. However this was a man who understood the need for discipline, even when it applied to himself. He grudgingly extracted his stiff prick from Taunesha's vacuuming mouth and ordered her onto the bed.

       Niles Nailer straddled Taunesha's 40DDs, enjoying the way they rubbed against his inner thighs, keeping his dick hard as steel. Her eyes popped when Renate's jumbo dildo began pressing against the entrance to her cunt. Nailer looked over his shoulder and watched as Renate put some muscle behind her  thrust and broke through the defenses guarding the black beauty's fuck tunnel, beginning its relentless march towards the teacher's uterus. He went  back to teasing his cock with Taunesha's tits, tunneling between those firm jugs, but always backing out whenever he felt the first signs of an impending ejaculation.

       It took some time before the dildo was solidly inside Taunesha's fun zone. Nailer was now amusing himself by slapping her big tits and watching the firm flesh jiggle. He was having a grand time seeing the difference between alternating and combined slaps. All the while that big hunk of plastic was slowly plowing deeper into the damp tube that grudgingly gave way to the assault. Renate changed her tactics by backing the dildo out until just the head was captured by the teacher's tight cunt muscles, and then slamming it home as hard as she could, bringing a yelp from her victim. The principal looked back and suggested in no uncertain terms that she alert him to that manuever so he could muffle the noise coming from Taunesha when the dildo struck paydirt.

       The principal decided to use a pillow to stifle his guest's screams when Renate's dildo plowed deep and hard. Renate was surprised at the reaction she got when her victim was being suffocated. Her pussy clamped like a vise around the dildo and it was nearly impossible to pull it free until the contraction ceased. She passed this along to the principal and he amused himself by forcing his house guest to react by suffocating her prior to the thrust from Renate. This made for even slower going and frustrated the PE teacher no end. Nailer suggested that she grease the first couple of inches of this monster to make penetration easier. Renate went him one step further, using a mixture of hot sauce and grease to do the job.

       Taunesha's response to the initial use of this new coating on Renate's dildo was surprisingly strong; so strong in fact that she nearly dislodged the principal from her body. For her troubles she took a number of swift slaps to the face, jolting her head from side to side. Nailer was furious and he urged Renate to pick up the pace and see about scraping away the lining of their guest's insides. The PE teacher was only too glad to comply with her lord and master's request. She proceeded to put her back into it and soon that monster dildo was touching bottom and doing a good job of tilting the black beauty's cervix.

       Between the brutal pounding from the huge sex toy and the suffocating pillow used mercilessly by Nailer, she soon fainted. Her attackers continued the one-sided struggle until Nailer finally realized that the black teacher's big jugs were at rest, a sign that she wasn't breathing. He quickly removed the pillow from her face and slapped her big tits and face over and over before she started gasping and groaning while slowly  recovering her senses. Relieved, but still angry at her behavior, Nailer ordered Renate to get busy and resume the plundering of the teacher's sex channel.

       While the dildo sawed away inside her sore birth canal, he twisted and stretched her big tits, and finally throwing caution to the winds, he leaned over and began biting those big, firm mounds of fatty tissue, actually drawing blood from a few spots as Taunesha shrieked and struggled. Once more her head rocked back and forth as he used his fists to pound the sides of her skull, protected somewhat by her abundant tresses. He only stopped because the pain from his swollen hands finally penetrated his consciousness. Renate had ceased her assault when he began punching the black teacher's head like a crazy man. She was shocked to discover the bite marks on Taunesha's tits and the blood seeping from a few places where his teeth had actually punctured the firm flesh.

       Renate was frightened like she had never been previously. Her master had lost his mind based on what she was witnessing. She was terrified that he would shift his anger onto her for some real or imagined slight. Her mind worked furiously to come up with something that might calm him down or refocus his anger away from her and the black teacher. The look on his face remained unchanged, a very bad sign. He was wrapping one hand around the other, trying to relieve the pain somewhat. Still in a fog of sorts his anger at Taunesha remained at a fever pitch. He decided that as a fitting punishment for her childish performance he would sodomize her. When he realized that his erection had completely disappeared, he went into a rage and began pummeling the young teacher's tits like they were punching bags. Renate backed off the bed and got to the door before he snapped out of whatever had overtaken him.

       The PE teacher stood by the door and watched in amazement as her master dragged the teacher from the bed and put her to work sucking his cock. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and used that like a set of reins to control her movements. She slurped and slobbered all over his cock which slowly regained its stiffness and previous size. Every so often he would viciously yank her hair as if trying to tear it out by the roots. This would transfer to her mouth, which went into turbo mode, much to his surprise and delight. Looking up to the shocked blonde he grinned and observed that this one must have been a ball of fire when she was younger, much younger. Then he added that maybe he should hope that her regression was permanent, since he always wanted a live-in sex slave in her very early teens mentally, and this one with her huge tits would be perfect.

       Renate didn't like what she heard, feeling threatened that perhaps this intruder was going to ace her out from what was actually a great situation. The principal decided that Taunesha should stand and bend at the waist so she could suck Renate's pussy while he slammed his hard cock deep into her asshole. Soon the threesome were properly arranged and Nailer carefully worked the head of his cock past that tough muscle guarding the teacher's rectum. Satisfied that the entry portion was accomplished, he took a deep breath and proceeded to hammer away at that still tight and tender asshole, gaining more territory with every stroke. Taunesha was too busy gobbling gash to make much noise and Renate made sure of that by holding her head in place so she had no option but to lick cunt and suck pussy juice from the blonde amazon's twat.

       Renate was amazed at how different this round of pussy eating felt when compared to the usual bill of fare she got from her dark-skinned sex partner. Now she understood perfectly why her lord and master had spoken the way he did. This younger version of Taunesha was hell on wheels and there was no way Renate could match her abilities at this rate. This only incentivized her to make sure that the buxom teacher snapped out of the weird trip she was taking.

       One look at the blissful look on Niles Nailer's face confirmed her worse fears; this black-skinned whore was stealing her lord and master away from her with absolutely no trouble. She practically started weeping over this occurance, but her upbringing forbade such a display of weakness. Renate merely tried to suffocate her rival by forcing her face deeper into her hot, wet cunt and hoping that she would have an unfortunate accident during the height of their sex play.

       Renate tried her best, but the constant pounding that Nailer was dishing out to the teacher made holding her face in one spot almost impossible. Worse yet, that tongue was doing some strange things to Renate's attitude toward Taunesha. She started thinking that perhaps she was being too hard on the woman, or was it girl? After all with technique like she was displaying, Renate was giving serious consideration about perhaps rooming with this strange but wondrous creature. After all she leaned towards the lesbian side of the ledger anyway, so why not have a sex partner who could make her orgasms world class? Better yet this version definitely lacked a dominating personality, which would make her so much easier to control. That was the last coherent thought Renate had for quite some time as the top of her head seemed to lift off revealing to her raw brain a world that it had never imagined.

       By the time Renate returned from her journey, fueled by that magic tongue which was still worming into regions that she didn't know were that sensitive, the principal was just finishing up flooding Taunesha's lower intestines with an armada of wigglers. The PE teacher thought it best to avoid sharing her latest adventure with her master, who seemed almost bemused, based on the expression now fixed on his face. He glanced over to her and gave the thumbs up sign, indicating his satisfaction with what had just transpired. She was instructed to make sure that Taunesha was securely restrained to her narrow bed in the back bedroom and wearing an adult diaper to make sure there were no accidents that would require changing the sheet and mattress.

       The next morning Nailer announced that the young teacher was staying home with a headache, but not to worry since he would check up on her at lunch time. To Renate the day passed quickly without any major troubles to get in the way of progress. She was quite curious about what would happen to the teacher this weekend. Had she known what principal Nailer had arranged, she would have been shocked out of her sneakers. He had been accompanied by Jamal and Tyrone when he visited his house guest to check on her condition. The big drink of water laced with a diuretic had done the trick and she was wallowing in a piss soaked diaper, which amused the trio no end. Fortunately for the teacher they didn't have sufficient time to take a turn on her pussy, but she was told they'd keep her extremely busy once school ended today.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                               Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 31

                                                                         (Black Is Dutiful - part 5 of 7)

       Principal Nailer, accompanied by Tyrone and Jamal, drove to his home after his long day at the office and let them have a turn on the teacher, who still was in her regressive state. Both of the studs were most impressed by the change in her attitude and the new found abilities she brought to the bedroom. However they also couldn't let it pass that she was running considerably behind her schedule for morale building activities. The brothers had been complaining about her attitude in the past, but what they'd experienced today did give them a warm feeling that the "ho" was beginning to get into the program with a vengeance. They strongly suggested that starting tomorrow after practice, her schedule be expanded by another two hours so she could devote more time to her growing fan base among the brothers.

       They also mentioned the upcoming basketball season opener against one of their hated rivals, the brothers from Parkside Prep, an exclusive private school that recruited heavily among the more physically gifted brothers. It was a home and home series that started and ended each school's schedule. For the last two years the Arnold Palmer five had been soundly waxed by the taller, faster Parkside team. This year however things just might be different due to their potential secret weapon, Taunesha, the "ho". Principal Nailer was all ears as his students laid out their plan to divert the focus of the Parksiders through the use of the black teacher's charms. Nailer like the concept since it provided added leverage for him when it came time to kick the carmel-colored honey out of his place so he could bring in some new blood.

       It seems that they had been spending a considerable amount of time training their secret weapon over the past few sessions, and it was for this reason they were concerned about her availability. Nailer smiled at their take charge attitude; these were self-starters with well above average leadership skills. It was for these reasons that he cut them plenty of slack. In turn the brothers kept a lid on things at school; they were sort of unofficial hall monitors and the like. No one in their right mind wanted to get on the wrong side of the brothers, and for this form of assistance, principal Nailer looked the other way on occasion. Their relationship was based on quid pro quo, and Tyrone and Jamal knew exactly what that little phrase meant.

       Now for their own reasons, they chose to share a secret that they had discovered about Ms. Taunesha Washington. While they were putting her through the jumps, they discovered that when she was a teenager, her mother married a white man who wasted little time in introducing himself to her cunt and asshole while his new wife looked on and enjoyed the view. The longer and harder he pounded the teenager, the better he was afterward with his new wife. It was one of those win-win arrangements, except Taunesha was odd girl out. As the years went by she filled out, then surpassed her mother's body.  Naturally his interest in her continued to grow, but not at the expense of his wife, who was quite content with threesomes. That proved to be a most pleasant surprise for her white husband, and cemented their marriage to the point that when the teenager went off to college, he managed to replace Taunesha with a teenaged white girl whose father owed him a favor, a big favor.

       Taunesha did very well in college, both academically and socially. Her looks, those 40 DDs and previous experience with her mother's husband stood her in good stead. However whenever she became involved seriously with a white student, and there were plenty who wanted to nail her to the mattress just to say they did, the traumatized teenager would surface, which caused her no end of trouble. For that reason alone, she finally devoted nearly all her relationships to black men only and everything turned out fine. The few that involved whites were lesbian in nature, something she discovered she enjoyed.

       Niles Nailer was astonished at what they had accomplished, and was now in their debt. So naturally he was all ears when they laid out their plan for evening the odds when it came to the games with Parkside Prep. He was delighted to not only volunteer Taunesha, but he tossed in Renate as an after-thought, just in case they needed more backup. He noticed the way Jamal and Tyrone's eyes lit up when he mentioned the Phys. Ed teacher. You talk about a win-win situation, Renate certainly needed to broaden her tastes when it came to men, and here was a golden, or should he say chocolate, opportunity.

       However the brothers had gone further than just figuring out what caused the black teacher's regression; they now knew how to turn it on and off. That little revelation totally blew Niles Nailer away. The idea of merely saying a word or snapping his fingers to turn his house guest into a raving sex maniac totally dedicated to pleasing him, gave the principal pause. That was a power not to be given away very easily. But first there was the matter of evening the odds when it came to the games with Parkside.

       The first game was to be held at Parkside, which gave them a leg up since no one knew about Taunesha. The brothers had a connection who lived close to their opponent's school. In exchange for the use of their secret weapon, he had generously offered to let her stay at his place while she was taking care of business. He also would provide her access to the brothers who played on the basketball team. Nailer was no fool, this friend would probably bet heavily against the 12 point spread favoring Parkside. That was his business, so be it.

       It was a simple task for him to give the teacher trainee a leave of absence to see her "sick mother". By calling in a favor from a physician friend of the school, he arranged for Taunesha to become infected with a particularly interesting venereal disease that left its male victims physically exhausted for a brief period before the outbreak of its more obvious symptoms, which would not take place for many months. So on Wednesday afternoon, one of the brothers drove Taunesha over to the contact's house and dropped her off without alerting him to Taunesha's newly developed capability. Naturally she was already preprogrammed in such a way that black athletes would make her act like an alcoholic who just discovered a full, opened forty-ounce bottle of malt liquor.

       Ten minutes after her escort left, Taunesha was naked and on her back, entertaining her host as he enjoyed her fabulous body. Brothers are kind of funny when it comes to using protection. They will use condoms if they are available and free; but if not, they still will dive in head-first and let their partner worry about becoming pregnant. For some odd reason they also think when it comes to sexually transmitted diseases, that always happens to the other stud. An hour later her fully satisfied host made a number of phone calls and within an hour, the black beauty was handling the first member of Parkside's basketball team.

       Meanwhile her host had decided he needed a nap, and was sleeping peacefully in his bed while she took care of most of the Parkside starting five.  Antoinne, with an extra "n" to separate him from the others of the same sounding name, was the team captain and an accomplished cocksman. He and Taunesha hit it off from the moment they laid eyes on each other. A few hours later two other members of the team were cooling their heels in the outer room while Antoinne finally sampled her tight booty and pronounced it "choice". He didn't think it odd that as soon as he got home he felt tired, very tired.

       The other two members of the team took turns boinking the awesome black school teacher who kept her mouth shut and her legs parted. None of her three fuck buddies noticed that she seemed to be a bit more mature than the fluff they usually pounded. Part of the reason had to do with the way white girls fucked as opposed to the way the "sistas" did the nasty. The former just lay back and let the brothers do all the work. This is the way they were raised when it came to the eternal battle of the sexes. The new and improved Taunesha on the other hand was an entirely differerent story. She gave as good as she got, which meant the brothers had to pay some attention to her, or else the pussy was less than outstanding, and the booty was strictly off limits.

       The next day Taunesha had very little to do except walk around the house in her white thong and try to convince the homeowner that all he needed to get rid of that tired feeling was a nice blowjob and maybe some pussy to get him back to thinking straight. The best she got was a promise to give her some cock as soon as he finished his nap. Lonely and at loose ends she put in a call to Renate, but was unable to get in touch with her. However she did receive a call from Jamal, checking on her progress. She reported that three of the basketball team had done their business with her yesterday, along with the guy who was providing her a place to stay. When she mentioned that her host was definitely not up for any pussy or even a blowjob so far today, he could not help but laugh and tell her that meant things were going as planned.

       Three more members of the team showed up in the very late afternoon and were welcomed with open arms by a sexually frustrated Taunesha Washington. By the time they left, some three hours later, she was just getting her second wind. Unfortunately for her, they had other things to do including taking care of some of their white groupies. At least that's what they thought until this sudden urge to find a nice warm place to take a nap took charge of their plans. One thing she did learn was their practice session had not gone well at all. It seems that three members of the starting five looked like they were sleepwalking through the sets that the coach was trying to install for the opening game with Arnold Palmer.

       That left the poor, exhausted house owner to try to stand off the desires and demands of this awesome creature who made no bones about her need for lots of black cock. You talk about being scared stiff! That was exactly what happened once he realized that this big-bosomed, black babe was very serious about him satisfying her needs. He tried to hold her off by going down on Taunesha, but he almost fell asleep between licks, which did not make her very happy. Out of desperation he tried fisting her, and it worked for a few minutes, but he soon got tired of pumping half of his arm in and out of her dripping twat. That proved to be a big mistake, and the next thing he knew she had his cock in a death grip and a look on her face that meant business. Later he would claim that fucking this creature was the hardest thing he ever did in his life, and if he had to do it again under those very same conditions, he'd rather swallow his tongue.

       While he slept the sleep of the exhausted and near death, Taunesha called Nails Niler to let him know that to date, all had gone as planned. It seems she had interrupted some rather serious male-female interaction with his other live-in, which depressed her no end. He promised to have Renate call back and  talk to her once they were finished doing their "experiment". If hell hath no fury as a woman scorned, what about a young, black, personality-challenged teacher with a body that nearly ninety-nine, point nine, nine percent of the female population would do anything to achieve? Now that's something to ponder when you have nothing else to do some evening.

       Antoinne was no dummy; he knew something was not on the up and up when he observed his buds at practice the next day. The trio that visited the new ho, looked wasted and unable to perform the simplest plays, plays that they normally ran in their sleep. He put two and two together and came up with a prime suspect, their new playmate. So, after practice he arranged a visit for a few of the white players who to date had not known about this hot cunt that was putting out for the brothers without any charge or so much as even a thank-you from them. Unlike the brothers, the white players were too nervous about STDs to avoid using condoms.

       Taunesha's welcoming smile evaporated quickly as her guests overpowered and tied the black beauty down to the bed in the spare room which she was occupying. A quick check of the premises revealed  the owner, who was in hiding from the sex monster that had nearly done him in yesterday. He was totally ignorant about her whereabouts, telling Antoinne that a friend had dropped her off, claiming that she was a basketball groupie from out of town. It was all beginning to fall into place for the team captain. If she was a groupie, why was she doing the brothers of some school way out of where she was living? He was now bound and determined to get to the bottom of this, even if it meant nailing her  tight bottom all night and well into the morning. She didn't know it, but the white team members were just the first wave of hard cock she was going to have to handle this evening. If they were needed, the brothers' groupies stood ready and willing to make the chocolate cutie tell all she knew.

       The only time Taunesha responded to the white dicks was when the big center,Moose, wedged his mammoth meat stick deep into her tight twat and began excavating. He was so big, the brothers declared him to be an honorary member of the tribe. She even greedily swallowed the contents of his filled condom, something she refused to do for the other white players. However  when he took his second turn and insisted she was going to take his fuck stick up her even tighter asshole, she started struggling and making lots of noise. Antoinne watched and grinned  as she was gagged securely and her big tits severely abused by the other players as Moose started to stretch her asshole to a dimension she could only imagine. It looked if her eyes were going to pop out of their sockets as his huge dong plowed deeper and deeper into her sensitive bunghole. Tears started streaming from her bulging eyes from the terrible pain in her bowels and the agony associated with the twisting and yanking of her big tits and stiff nipples by the others.

       There came a pounding on the door, signaling that the band of brothers from the projects had arrived to join the fun. Soon Moose was surrounded by grinning black faces as they all watched him destroy the insides of the ho's shit chute. By the time he pulled out, his condom had changed color from white to red, drawing a round of hoots and cheers from the assembled rapists to be. Soon she was taking black cocks in both lower holes while a third plugged her throat to the point that she  passed out. Antoinne smiled with satisfaction as the phony groupie was made air tight. It was going to be a very long Friday night and early Saturday morning for this chocolate colored traitor, despite her outstanding physical attributes.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy ) 

                         Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 32

                                                            (Black Is Dutiful - part 6 of 7)

       By midnight Taunesha had taken on the first wave of brothers, most of whom had left or were sleeping peacefully in other rooms of the house. Even Antoinne had become tired just watching, and wandered off to take a nap, which proved to be an all-nighter. The most interesting thing about this gangbang was the acknowledgment by all concerned that they'd never had ass like this groupie was providing. Prior to taking his long nap, Antoinne had made contact with some of his groupies and strongly suggested that they pay a visit to the house where Taunesha was currently taking on every stud worth his salt and more than holding her own.

       The first few ladies were astonished at the number of cocks moving in and out of the black beauty's bare body, and how easily she took care of one and all. Secretly every groupie was turning green with envy as they mentally compared their own body with Taunesha's and were found lacking. This in turn led to what happened next to the black beauty. It took less than a half hour for groupie reinforcements to begin to arrive, thanks to the power of cell phones. They brought their toys and tools as well as huge quantities of eagerness, envy, energy and enthusiasm.  After all, this interloper was a definite threat to their current situation, and they'd do anything to protect their territory from her.

       To their amazement the threat seemed to enjoy everything they did to her, especially when she was given pussy and even asshole to eat and suck. One girl after another fell victim to the triple tongue treatment, which sooner rather than later, brought the surprised and astonished groupie to a shattering orgasm. In all cases, once the girl recovered, she had to admit this was a kind of sex she never experienced prior to the advent of the black beauty. They became so excited, that cat fights broke out as they argued among themselves about who was going to do what to their visitor and when. By then there were no men around to get in the way of progress, just girls on girl, quite a mismatch, or so it seemed.

       One of the groupies had purloined a set of her father's handcuffs, the ones he used on her mother when they had serious sex. Before they married, she was a cop groupie and really enjoyed bondage and domination. In fact she still enjoys having half a dozen of her husband's police buddies over to give her a major cavity search, while securely restrained, featuring batons and the like, followed by some severe interrogation employing the very same implements that had been poking around in her more intimate regions. This would then culminate in a very energetic gangbang that always left her filled to the brim, fore and aft, with cop cum, her favorite lubricant.

       Taunesha made no attempt to resist when they freed her from the ropes that held her spread-eagle fashion to the bed. The area beneath her firm bottom was soaked with cum, some belonging to her, the rest to the studs and groupies who took turns doing their best to screw her senseless. She had little time to enjoy her freedom as her hands were quickly cuffed behind her back. Some of the more ladylike types were less than enchanted with the odors emanating from her well fucked body, and demanded she be forced to take a shower to clean herself up a bit. There was a rush to join their victim in the shower, and so the time for each girl had to be rationed. Always on the lookout for an edge, some of the groupies teamed up and claimed double  time with the black beauty. Unfortunately a few of the brothers had taken command of the bathroom, turning it into a bedroom, and were too exhausted to vacate it.

       The thing that amazed her antagonists was her ability to generate enormous amounts of cunt juice and cream. A few minutes of finger fucking was all it took to have her shuddering through a nice big orgasm. She was even capable of reacting strongly to fingers moving in and out of her well used asshole, as long as they were active once they got past her sphincter. Her tits, especially the nipples, were fair game as well. Those big bags of fun reacted to kissing, stroking, biting, licking, squeezing, pinching and stretching, especially those tender nipples. She loved to swap spit with any of her assailants and when it came to tongue sucking, she was the mistress of all those that entered her wet, warm mouth.

       No one, the brothers and now the groupies, bothered to compare notes about the way this hot, young, extremely well-built, black female responded to their attentions. Little did they know that she had been programmed to react positively to black males, and left to her own devices, she'd happily accommodate white  females with almost as much enthusiasm. Had either group witnessed her reaction to the white basketball players, with the exception of Moose, they might have put two and two together. However they all were too busy enjoying her body with its hot, wet holes that never failed to respond to the stimulation they received.

       The groupies decided to find a drier and less fetid place for them to continue their assault on her bare body. A quick survey of the other rooms provided little help, since they were occupied with sleeping brothers in most cases, or were too small to give them enough room to work on her in groups. Finally a small team of more aggressive groupies managed to literally carry out the three brothers who were sleeping it off in the bathroom. Now the fun really began.

       Taunesha was soaped from head to foot with plenty of attention given to her ever dripping holes. They even managed to force her to chew some soap as a way of freshening her cum-clogged mouth. This in turn led others to use bars of soap as sex toys to bring her to even more powerful orgasms. She continued to have orgasms, no matter how roughly her twat, tits and asshole were treated. In fact sometimes it seemed that the more pain she experienced, the hotter was her response. Later principal Nailer was to discover this phenomenon on his own, and spent hours enjoying her reactions to whatever pain and punishment he gave to her.

       A pair of groupies upped the level of humilation she received, forcing her to her knees in the shower stall and then pissing all over her soapy body. This escalated as the next pair forced their victim to open her mouth so they could piss down her throat. Before the groupies were finished with her, Taunesha's belly was rounded from the amount of hot piss she'd swallowed while in the shower. They bent her over the tub and began to nail her asshole with strap-on dildos, while she gobbled gash. Others managed to work vibrators up into her cunt or used them on her swollen clit to bring her off to even more powerful orgasms. At one stage of this session they managed to jam four vibrators up into her twat and counted the number of awesome orgasms that this quartet of buzzing things induced. The black beauty was on the verge of passing out after this particular treatment. By now it was nearly dawn and the groupies were getting tired from being up all night.

       The girls drew lots to see who would take Taunesha home with her, since all the males were still in dreamland. As luck would have it, the black beauty was spirited off to a secluded house where a single mother and her three daughters lived. Except for Cindy, mom and the other two girls were no prizes when it came to looks or figures. The trio rarely dated and only once for anyone who took them out, no matter how much pussy they put out for the lucky individual. Let's face it, making it with a babe who is severely overweight, has poor hygiene, pimples in the damndest places, and constantly talks about marriage is the date from hell. As a result there was a lot of animosity bubbling and seething in that household. On top of everything else, dear old mom and her other two daughters were profound racists, insanely jealous of the fact that Cindy was getting regularly porked by a black teen basketball stud who wouldn't give them as much as a sniff.

       Fortunately Taunesha would spend only the morning with the three harpies from hell. Still in all, she was one traumatized black woman by the time Antoinne showed up and rescued her. However during the nearly four hours she was under their thumbs and at their mercy, which was non-existent, the black school teacher learned a valuable lesson about the other half of society. This one was peopled by racists and mean-spirited types who had a grudge against anyone who seemed to be getting along  better than they were. There was no love displayed towards the naked black beauty.

       They dragged her into the livingroom and tied her down to the coffee table. Mom deposited her two hundred plus pounds on the teacher's face and ordered her to start tonguing her cunt or suffer the consequences. Taunesha could not believe the odor coming from that hairy cavern, but dutifully began applying her tongue and lips to the job at hand. The taste of that twat was as bad as the smell and the teacher was soon gagging. To make matters worse, the two girls took turns seeing how far up her birth canal they could jam their fists. Fisting was something relatively new to the black beauty and it wasn't very pleasant. Her pussy had been given quite a workout back at the other house, and so this new invasion, aimed at hurting rather than making her cum, was a new and most unwelcome experience.

       The poor black woman was at the end of her endurance. Between the stench from the pussy she was eating and the discomfort that was slowly turning into a dull ache from the insistent fisting her tired twat was taking, she was ready to surrender and just pass out from exhaustion.  This tactic did not sit well with mom or her brood. For her troubles, Taunesha was deliberately smothered by the obese woman and the fisting got even more intense. One of the girls had managed to get her hand all the way up to the black teacher's cervix and was now drubbing it with one brutal blow after another. If Taunesha was planning on children, she would have to stop the beating the entrance to her uterus was absorbing. Instead the black school teacher took a deep breath, got nothing resembling air into her lungs, and passed out. The girl continued to pound away at her cervix, tilting it at an angle that guaranteed Taunesha would never have to worry about getting pregnant again, unless her cervix was surgically repaired.

       Finally the girl noticed that her victim had stopped struggling and her mom realized that the tongue was no longer exploring her rancid cunt. There was a quick scramble to revive their prisoner so she could take more punishment. Mom had a thing for uppity blacks and an opportunity like this came once in a lifetime, at least that's what she thought. They managed to bring her around and mom once more glued her pussy to the black beauty's mouth and nose, ordering her to start working or she'd cut off her big tits and make her eat them. Taunesha was too tired and dazed to put up any resistance. Now the other daughter  was balling her hand into a fist and starting another journey to the black woman's damaged cervix. Lucky for Taunesha, this one's fist was quite a bit larger and the going was snail slow. Furious at her inability to duplicate her sister's attack, she made her prisoner pay by slamming her fist into her cunt over and over until it became so swollen that the black's cunt lips seemed to melt into a single lump of flesh, now blocking her cunt from anything larger than a pencil.

       In all likelihood it was the beating of her cunt mouth that turned on Taunesha's motor with a vengeance. The next thing she knew, the fat woman felt something happen deep inside her cunt where the black teacher's tongue was busily turning her insides into mush, and then the first orgasm she had in perhpas ten years rocketed through her obese body. Even her two daughters stopped teasing their captive and gaped at the way their mother was reacting. It was even more impressive to watch Taunesha's body putting enormous strain on the ropes holding her down to the coffee table. The two girls argued about who was going to have the next ride from this black wonder woman, but were disappointed when mom recovered sufficiently to decide that her asshole needed some tongue as well.

       So while Taunesha serviced their mother's less than pristine bottomhole with her tongue and lips, the two girls amused themselves by first using twine to cut off the blood circulation to her awesome tits. It took some time for this to have any influence on those magnificent jugs, so they used binder clips on her nipples, which got a huge reaction from their "guest". That led to the application of more of these biting devils on the insides of the black beauty's thighs. When they began using the clips on  her underarms, she nearly bucked their fat mother off her face. More clips were added to her bulging tits as she worked diligently to make mom's asshole squeaky clean. The added pain only served to move her to greater efforts. Now her tongue was going from the fat woman's asshole to the base of her cunt that was oozing pussy sludge at a goodly rate. This was definitely a sign of an impending orgasm, the second of the session.

       When the groupies' mother went off like a bomb, her daughters scattered like leaves in a high wind. They had never seen an anal orgasm and it was epic. Watching over two hundred pounds of jiggling flab ripple  like a flag in the breeze was not something many people observed. On top of that, she was struck speechless; her mouth wide open but nothing coming from it except wheezing. She bounced that big body up and down on Taunesha's face, only adding to the fire that was burning deep inside the black beauty's body. She wanted more pussy to lick and suck, more ass to clean, more female flesh to worship. The two daughters wasted no time giving her everything she wanted and then some, while their mom took a seat on the couch, her cunt foaming like a mad dog, eyes focused on the activity that was taking place on the coffee table, and her hand idly playing with one of her hard-nippled, floppy tits.

       The two daughters wasted no time mounting their victim and putting her super fast tongue to work on their moist cunts that soon were running like fountains. To keep the peace, they had agreed that after five minutes on the super tongue, they would switch. The one not getting any could amuse herself in anyway she wanted, provided it didn't tear up the black woman too badly. When binder clips were added to her swollen cunt lips, she went crazy from the pain and nearly sucked the insides from the girl she was eating.

       This didn't sit well with the girl, and so she decided Taunesha needed some serious discipline for trying to harm her. She disappeared into the kitchen and soon returned with a broom handle, which she put to good use. Gripping the wooden stick with both hands she proceeded to slam it down onto those bloated tan tits, bring a scream from their guest. The  force of her scream, coupled with the pressure already built up from the tonguing she had given the girl, brought her off with a vengeance. That only served to further infuriate the other daughter who landed another vicious blow to those sore tits. Two more flattened those 40DDs and brought screams from Taunesha. Even though her big tits had lost feeling, the force of those brutal blows frightened her out of her mind. In fact it frightened her to the point that she lost control of her bladder and proceeded to piss all over the coffee table and down onto the carpet.

       The other daughter dismounted from the black school teacher and went crazy over what had just happened. She grabbed Taunesha's thick hair in her hands and began pounding her head against the table. The sight of the black beauty's head bouncing off the table roused mom from her semi-stupor. It suddenly had dawned on her that if she didn't do something quickly her daughers just might either kill or cripple the black girl. Somehow she managed to regain control of the situation and assess what damage had befallen their "guest". The black woman was moaning and sobbing, a good sign. She ordered her daughters to wake up their sister and get her downstairs pronto. Right now all she wanted was to have the black woman transported to somewhere else, and quickly.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy ) 

                             Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 33

                                                                (Black Is Dutiful - part 7 of 7)

       It took some time before the sleepy groupie came downstairs and put in an appearace. The sight of  Taunesha, still unconscious, bound and bare, got her wide awake and very frightened. She launched into a fit of yelling at the trio, calling them stupid and other terms of endearment, and adding to it the fact that no one knew from where this girl came.

       "We might be on the hook for all sorts of trouble. You fools could go to prison; I could go to prison as well! Let me tell you one thing, if it comes to testifying against you dummies to save my ass from getting the same prison time as you three, guess what I'll be doing?"

       Her diatribe was greeted with stunned silence, as it began to sink into them that they were in deep trouble unless they could unload this baggage onto someone else, and do it quickly. Mom took charge and ordered her two accomplices to start getting all the evidence of what they had done to the black woman hidden away. Then she tasked her groupie daughter with calling around to find out who was taking charge of the black chick.

       The first big problem had to do with the twine they used to cut off the circulation of blood to the black teacher's big firm tits. They now were huge and the skin was stretched so taut that it looked as if they might explode any minute. Try as they might, they were unable to grasp the twine so they could remove it. Their mother had to finally step in and find a knitting needle that she used to hook the twine and pull it away from the  woman's swollen tit flesh so that a razor blade could cut it. While they were removing the binder clips from her swollen fun bags and cunt lips, Taunesha began experiencing the first wave of pain from her newly sensitive tits.

       She made enough noise that they gagged her with some rags they found in the kitchen. Unfortunately for the black school teacher, the rags had been used for some fairly disgusting cleaning jobs and as such, were not fit for human consumption. Taunesha's eyes began to tear and then grow large as whatever was embedded in the gag began to take effect. No one paid her any attention; they were too busy removing the rest of the binder clips from her body. By then the black beauty was straining against her bonds as the fumes and taste of whatever was saturating the rag began to affect her breathing and sight.

       Rita, the groupie, was speed dialing from one phone to another, seeking someone who knew where her guest was to be moved. At last she got in touch with a very unhappy Antoinne, who gave her very detailed instructions and warned her that any deviation from them would mean twice the punishment she was going to get for spiriting his lady friend away wthout asking his permission. She almost wet her panties when she realized the trouble she still faced.

       Somehow, with the help of her sisters, they managed to free and then restrain Taunesha once more, minus the gag. It turned out that it had picked up more than just detergent and grease. As soon as the black teacher spit it from her mouth, they noticed the odor of ammonia. So they substituted a pair of ripe panties for the rag and trussed the teacher up until she could barely take a deep breath. One of them observed that at least bound this way, she was practically rape proof. After stuffing her bare body into the car's trunk, Rita took the wheel and drove to where Antoinne was waiting for her. He was a most unhappy camper, but at least she had delivered the black babe to him as ordered. Rita didn't look back, even when she heard the sound of a fist meeting bare flesh followed by a muffled grunt.

       Most of the time Antoinne seemed like a fairly level-headed stud who displayed plenty of native intelligence and leadership qualities. He seemed headed for one of  the Ivy league schools based on his good grades and athletic prowess. There was a darker side to him that few knew and even fewer had actually experienced. Taunesha was about to join a very exclusive club that no one short of being a full blown masochist wanted entry. Antoinne had decided to make an example of this awesome black woman, being very suspicious of her interest in the brothers, especially the athletic ones.

       He went about it with methodical precision, his first few blows designed to make her understand that she was going to be in a world of hurt unless she started talking. He finished this part of the program with a left hook to her belly, making her bring up everything she'd eaten for the last day or so. Too bad it had only her nostrils as exits. She  must have swallowed and regurgitated her vomit any number of times before clearing it all from her roiling guts. Her eyes bulged in terror when he placed a noose around her neck and attached it to a hook in the ceiling, forcing her to stand on tip-toes, totally vulnerable.

       She was about to be turned into a human punching bag, but before beginning he yanked the panties from her mouth. He leaned forward, giving her one chance to save herself from a horrible beating that might put her in the hospital for weeks or longer. Even as he spoke, Taunesha's pussy was generating plenty of pussy cream in anticipation of the beating she would receive. He could  smell the aroma from the secretions she was producing, which gave him pause. The light bulb went on and he grinned with the realization that beating her would be like pouring gasoline on a smoldering fire.

       Taunesha was unprepared for what he told her. There would be no beating this day. In fact she would be pulling a train after the game consisting of every lame, white guy who wanted a piece of her ass. When they got finished with her, she was ticketed for a one-way trip to a foreign country where the customers liked their meat dark and docile. She wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant either, since she was scheduled for a little radiation treatment to make sure that those nasty sperm never found an egg to fertilize. Only the part about the train was true, everything else was made up on the spur of the moment. Antoinne was bound and determined to get to the bottom of who this well-built creature really was, and what was she all about.

       He took the noose from her neck, but left her with a couple of things to keep her company while he did some calling around to see if anyone knew what was going on with this black chick. First he slammed an empty forty into her soaking wet cunt and made sure it was as far up her twat as possible. Then to keep it company he jammed a beer bottle, base first, into her asshole, a much more difficult job, but one he kept at until it too was buried deep inside her stretched shitter, putting a terrible strain on her sphincter. He checked the ropes that kept her in check and they were all secure. He couldn't resist toppling her to the floor, making Taunesha land face first onto the bare wood, causing her to split her lip and loosen her two front teeth, requiring some fairly expensive and lengthy work to restore them to their original condition. This was not the kind of pain that she truly enjoyed.

       Antoinne made some calls and then accompanied by a couple of the brothers, visited the guy who was housing her. This time it was not a social call, and after a few minutes of very serious conversation, he told them he was doing a favor for a friend from Arnold Palmer. He had no idea who she was, but suspected she was no ordinary groupie based on the way she handled herself. He also added that she seemed to be part nymphomaniac, and had nearly fucked him to death almost against his will. That's when he mentioned how tired that made him, tired enough to sleep for nearly ten hours. It all began to fit together. They left after warning him in no uncertain terms not to have any contact with anyone until they told him everything was all clear. To demonstrate how serious they were, they ripped his phone out of the wall and smashed it to pieces.

       The team captain had some contacts in Arnold Palmer, and he put them to good use. The first few weren't very helpful, but he finally struck paydirt. Instead of telling this contact who he thought he had, he just described her. There weren't too many black girls at Arnold Palmer, and none had 40DDs. However there was this new teacher with jugs like that, who dressed kind of slutty and appeared eager to make it with the athletic brothers. He also heard she was shacking up with the school's principal and was making it with another white woman teacher who also was living there. That's all Antoinne had to hear. She was a plant and somehow able to drain the brothers dry by having sex with them. That explained why he and the other black team members were so sleepy lately. They'd all done the nasty with this black bitch and been somehow infected with some strange disease or something. No wonder the white guys didn't have the same reaction, they all wore condoms!

       Armed with this information he had an emergency meeting with the coach, describing what had been going on recently. He caught some major heat, but the coach agreed to cancel tonight's game because of some mysterious sickness that had incapacitated most of the basketball team. As far as this female carrier of whatever they had caught, he didn't want to hear anymore about her. Antoinne smiled and guaranteed that she would be nothing but a dim memory by the time the final game of the season with Arnold Palmer came around. He was already planning on a suitable way to return her to Arnold Palmer. But first there was the matter of tonight's "white guys only" gangbang. After that he and the lady were going to have a little going away party, just the two of them and the pack of pit bulls. He was going to get some great pictures of her taking on those bad actors. Then the only issue was who would be on the distribution list for the photos? The saga of Taunescha Washington was far from over, and will in all likelihood be continued at a later date after some unfinished business has been addressed.

                               Finis for Now - rolf palsy

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 34                                                                                                      Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 1 of )

       Arnold Palmer High prided itself on having a very active foreign student exchange program. In any given school year there would be at least three foreign students walking the halls, not to mention the one or two who actually attended class. Principal Nailer had been behind the idea that foreign exchange students should do more than just attend classes and do assignments. In point of fact he encouraged his new students to expand their horizons to include the more important aspects of life at Arnold Palmer, especially those involving social interactions.

       He believed that the typical student in his institution was much more balanced than their peers in other high schools. In addition there was a lively parent-teacher interaction that also aided in the development of his students. However nothing could top his brilliant achievement of conceiving, developing and actually putting into operation his summer student boot camp concept for those students who needed that extra boost to enable them to more easily meld into their peer group through the efforts of teachers and parents as well. This summer, for the first time, they would welcome two foreign students to the camp, if all went well.

       The principal had received a letter from the parents of twin teenage girls stating that since the husband was going  to be reassigned to the US for at least a year, he and his family would be moving from Bombay and residing in the local community. They were friends of the Mallorys, whose daughter Pamela was in her final year at the school. They had spoken very highly of the school, especially its curriculum and the forward thinking techniques that were used to instill a sense of discipline and purpose in the student population. Hopefully, with his permission, they would like to enroll their twin daughters in the upcoming Spring semester. The Mallorys already had agreed to act as their foster parents until they arrived in the US sometime in the middle of summer.

       Niles Nailer's eyes lit up at the mention of Pamela Mallory and her parents, Ralph and Wilma. Now that was a forward thinking family if there ever was one. Little Pamela, as they referred to their daughter, had been home schooled until she reached the age of fourteen and matriculated into Arnold Palmer. For the better part of two years she raised hell and caused Nailer many sleepless nights. She was one of the original group to matriculate into Camp Fukalot. She and the other troublemakers gave almost as much as they got, but superior forces soon wore them down to the nub.

       There are times when Nailer wondered what if he had concentrated on Pamela Mallory of the big tits and great ass instead of that fourteen year-old trollop, Bambi Jensen. Breaking the young teen had been most enjoyable, but damned if she wasn't returning for a refresher course this summer, when her pussy would be even more mature and that still developing ass even firmer. All he could recall of Pamela were some highlights such as the thirty hour gangbang she survived that took place off camp property to avoid causing any trouble for the school.

       He had stopped off at the gangbang a couple of times to make sure that she was being treated humanely and to bury his bone in her fucked out twat so she would understand he had concern for her as well as the others being rehabilitated at camp Fukalot. He wasn't sure she remembered either coupling, having not been fed or given anything to drink except piss from some of the more considerate members of the O-mob working on her hot body. Nailer had to confess that his couplings with Pamela's mother, Wilma, were much more satisfying. Now that woman knew how to make a man happy, and the word "no" didn't exist in her vocabulary when it came to spreading her legs or asscheeks for a good fucking.

       According to his sources the reunion afterward between Ralph and his two ladies was an epic event. It seems that Wilma discovered her feminine side also included pussy as an alternate diet beside the goodly amount of cock her studly husband and others from the swing clubs were able to provide. What better source than her darling daughter, now all grown up and ready for anything when it came to sex. Ralph quickly discovered that having two sex crazed females vying for his cock daily was more than a man could easily handle. Fortunately he was well connected at work and managed to farm out his daughter on a regular basis to a rotating group of unhappily married studs with pent up desires that her pussy and asshole seemed to solve. That holiday season she got more expensive gifts from more men than she could have imagined in her wildest dreams.

       During her senior year, Pamela met with the principal three times to judge her progress since being at the camp. At first she seemed happy and well adjusted, but was already complaining that her father wasn't paying her enough attention even though he had hooked her up with some very hot studs who were a lot better than any high school guys. He held a follow-up meeting with Ralph and Wilma, who expressed some unhappiness with her constant demands for more sex from both of them. They had evidently gotten a lot more out of Wilma's time at camp Fukalot than their daughter. Nailer suggested some threesome activity and this seemed to solve the problem initially, especially when bondage and water sports were introduced. It seems that Pamela had developed a taste for the yellow stuff as well as bondage, but she kept that to herself.

       At their second meeting, Pamela confessed that she was really enjoying being restrained when she and her parents had sex. Her orgasms were more frequent, much more intense and she also discovered that having her mom use a strap-on dildo while her dad was drilling out her other passageway, be it asshole or cunt, really turned her on big time. In fact she was incorporating bondage and water sports when she had sex with the studs Ralph was providing, and planning to see if they could find another woman to use a dildo on her as well.  Principal Nailer began to become concerned that things were moving too fast for the girl. Her parents assured him that all was well, and not to worry.

       At their final meeting, Pamela annnounced that she had begged Wilma to take her as her live-in lover and slave, but was rejected since her mother and Ralph had other plans. At the time Nailer was not aware that the Mallorys were already negotiating with their friends the Khrishnas concerning acting as their surrogates while the twins were attending school at Arnold Palmer. The Mallory girl suffered a severe relapse as a result of her rejection and began going back to her former ways, much to Nailer's displeasure.  This led to a conference at his home with the Mallorys. That very day their daughter had created a scene in class and was suspended until she apologized to the teacher she insulted and submitted to a penalty decided by the teachers council, who had no sympathy for this congenital troublemaker.

       Unfortunately the Mallorys knew nothing about this latest occurance, not surprising in light of their focus on bringing the Khrishna's children over to the US. To make matters worse they had their own agenda for the meeting and that had to do with the request from them to allow the Khrishna twins to register for the next semester at Arnold Palmer. You talk about confusion, this was it! The principal immediately observed that Wilma was dressed in a manner that shouted "woman looking for cock!" The sight of her big tits being provocatively displayed by the see-through material of her blouse that showed she wasn't wearing any bra made him start breathing hard as he remembered the few times he nailed her at camp Fukalot. It was his recollection that she was well above average when it came to fucking and sucking.

       No sooner were they seated and got the obligatory small talk over, then the Mallorys launched into their plea for his assistance in the matter of the Khrishna twins. This was like a bolt from the blue and irritated the school administrator no end. Despite the view of Wilma's tits he was getting, and the way she was shifting her body in the chair to let him get a look up her short skirt, he would not be deterred from reading the two parents the riot act when it came to their daughter. The Mallorys were stunned speechless when he leaned forward and announced with absolutely no warning that their daughter was on the verge of being expelled from Arnold Palmer high schoool.

       Now that he had their undivided attention, he inquired as to just what the devil was going on in their happy home these days. From the looks on their faces it was apparent they had gotten so wrapped up in their project to get the Indian twins over here, they had been neglecting their daughter, who was having a relapse. Looking them both squarely in the eyes, he asked when was the last time they had sex with their daughter, either singly or as a couple. There was silence in the room as the two struggled to provide him with an answer.

       It was Wilma who brought up the fact that her daughter had become too possessive and so she was giving her the cold shoulder to bring her back to reality. It was evident to Nailer that her answer was only partially true. Ralph then added some fuel to the fire by a stating that the studs he had arranged to handle Pamela most of the time were beginning to complain that she wasn't the hot piece of ass she used to be when they first started nailing her. Wilma finished the puzzle by admitting that she was not interested in a totally lesbian relationship with her daughter under any circumstances. She and Ralph were having a great time as a swinging couple, and were meeting lots of new partners, including teen offsprings of both sexes. That part was fine as far as Nailer was concerned, but they had to devote more time to straightening out their backsliding daughter or else she 'd be out on that great ass in no time flat.

       He put the ball in the Mallorys' court, sitting back and checking out the fact that Wilma was wearing a white thong that glistened with her cunt juices, a very good sign for his prospects this evening. He watched dispassionately as they whispered back and forth before Ralph coughed nervously and made a suggestion. In exchange for his permission to let the Khrishna twins enroll at Arnold Palmer high school, they would turn over their daughter, Pamela, to his care in hopes that his personal style of discipline could bring her around to the kind of daughter they got after she returned from the camp Fukalot summer session last year. Nailer kept a poker face even though his insides were jumping for joy. What they had offered made a good starting point, but he was after a whole lot more than that.

       His failure to take the first offer led to some more whispering between the couple. Now it was Wilma's turn to sweeten the pot with her hot, tight pussy, the result of frequent vaginal rejuvenation procedures. Initially she was coy, but realizing that it was no sale, she grinned and took off her blouse to give him a close look at her recently enhanced tits that now taped in at 38DD and needed no bra to keep their shape. Ralph nodded in approval as the principal hefted those fat melons and squeezed the firm faux flesh that now replaced the old fashioned silicone bags that had the bad habit of shifting around and making a woman's tits appear lopsided. When Wilma unhooked her short skirt to give Niles not only a good look but a good smell of her soaked thong, he weakened somewhat, but didn't capitulate. Her promise to remain as his house guest overnight once the negotiations were completed to everyone's satisfaction gave the Mallorys a little leverage.

       Admittedly principal Nailer was a bit distracted as Wilma returned to her seat, spread her thighs and began rubbing the fabric that by now had become buried between her fat cunt lips. She innocently asked him if he liked the Brazilian bikini wax she'd just gotten today. For once he was struck dumb, even though it lasted only a few seconds. He found himself agreeing to take Pamela as his house guest for the rest of the school year, provided she and her parents would give him carte blanche in the matter of her disciplining. They also had to agree that once a week they would join her and Nailer in a sex session to make sure the rift that had recently reopened in the family would not be allowed to continue. This matter concluded to everyone's satisfaction, they now moved on to the more contentious issue of the Khrishna twins.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 35

                                             Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 2)

       The Mallorys had a huge edge in this issue, knowing the family intimately for a number of years. They had originally met Sanjiv and his wife,Tara, on a vacation to India. The couples struck up a more than conventional friendship that first meeting, vacationing together for the better part of a week. During that time they swapped spouses almost every evening except when they got together for a lengthy foursome that left the quartet exhausted and happy to loll beside the pool at the hotel in which they stayed. Although they never saw each other again, they kept in touch, regaling each other by their tales of swinging and doing outrageous things. The Mallorys had Pamela about a year and a half before their opposite numbers had the twins, Sarita and Sundari. Over the years they exchanged numerous photographs, some of which Wilma handed over to the principal inside a thick manila envelope. She sat back with a knowing smile and urged him to take a look at the contents.

       The first few showed the Khrisnas naked and smiling. Sanjiv was sporting a rock hard erection helped considerably by his wife's hand. She was sticking her tongue out at the photographer, a cousin of Sanjiv who occasionally nailed Tara when her husband was away on business. She was sharp featured, almost birdlike. However her tits were big and firm, her belly flat and what she had between her thighs was a superior grade of cunt according to all who had fucked or eaten it.  According to Wilma, who should have known, Sanjiv's cock had been measured repeatedly to be ten and a tiny fraction inches in length and well over two inches across at its thickest portion. Tara had long since given up trying to keep their marriage monogamous considering his background.

       Sanjiv started having sex with his mother when he was nearly fifteen, which was not considered out of the ordinary in his extended family. His mother managed to keep him contented for nearly half a year, showing him all the secrets that he needed to know to make other women happy. In turn he extended his sex partners to include his aunt, many years younger than his mother, and his younger half-sister, who had just turned thirteen and caught his eye. By the time he turned eighteen he had a harem of almost a dozen women ranging from his fifty year-old mother to one of his cousins, a sexually precocious thirteen year-old, who at times seemed to act as if she was at least ten years older.

       The next thing Nailer knew Wilma had removed her thong and was shamelessly masturbating no more than five feet from him. Her eyes had turned to slits and her big tits were rising and falling rapidly as she neared her orgasm. Her husband laughed at the principal's reaction and commented that they'd both have to fuck her silly once the little discussion about the twins ended. He then suggested Nailer find the shots of Tara when she was pregnant. If they didn't get him going, than nothing would. Whenever Wilma  wanted a little extra cock and Ralph was all fucked out after a hard day at the office screwing one of the college interns all afternoon, they'd break out the pregnant pictures of Tara and bingo, he'd be ready in no time at all.

       Niles Nailer liked to think of himself as unflappable, a man of the world who had seen it all. This sheaf of glossy pictures made him think again. There were twenty in all and each showed Tara in a different phase of her pregnancy. Having twins was no picnic for her, and it put a strain on their marriage. After the first few months of morning sickness she began to develop a craving for sex that no one man could handle, according to what Ralph told him as he leafed through these incredible shots of her having sex with one man after another, none of them Sanjiv.

       It was like a bomb went off when Ralph laughed and told him that her husband not only arranged for her to be screwed senseless, but he personally interviewed and chose each sex partner. Some were their mutual friends, some were members from his family, others were members of her family and the rest were just studs he had met at the many swing club functions he and Tara attended before her pregnancy. To finish the tale Ralph casually mentioned that Sanjiv took every picture in that batch. This was someone that the principal wanted to meet in the very worst way.

       The atmosphere had become super heated and Wilma took command, kneeling in front of her host and unzipping his fly to get at his hard cock. She nearly swallowed his entire length on her first pass, leaving it coated from tip to within a few inches of the base with her glistening saliva. She took a deep breath and proceeded to swallow it whole this time, squawking like a duck as the bulbous head battered her vocal cords. When she came up for air this time, her husband's cock was waiting its turn. She coughed a couple of times, took another deep breath and deep throated her husband to the root and even managed to get her tongue on his balls at the same time.

       For the next few minutes Wilma went back and forth, sucking each cock to its root and even licking their balls while she recovered her breath for another round. Nailer was very impressed at her ability, not having had a taste of her oral talents previously. He lost control a few turns later when Wilma did her teeth dance up and down his cock, leaving faint impressions and other sensations behind that kept building as she tapped her teeth up and down his stiff length of quivering fuck flesh. It was when she worked her magic on the crown of his cock that he let loose a blast of the white stuff that made her face look like a glazed doughnut. Ralph laughed at her appearance but also made sure that she got him off in the usual way, taking another coating that nearly blinded her. Now that the edge had been taken off, they resumed discussing the matter of the Krishna twins.

       Even though he had just emptied his churning balls, the next set of pictures started them working all over again at top speed. These showed the twin girls naked in full frontal poses, their eyes dancing and impish smiles on their faces. Wilma mentioned that the cameraman taking these pictures was none other than Sanjiv. The poor man had a massive hardon thanks to the skillful handjob his hot wife was providing, much to the amusement of the children. The twin girls were quite used to observing their parents doing the deed in a wide variety of positions, and it made for some very interesting evenings for the two as they recapped everything they had seen and felt. For their age they were quite sophisticated when it came to matters sexual, even though they were forbidden by their parents from doing any experimenting, despite being thirteen and quite legal in their part of the country.

       The picture that sold the principal featured the twins now at least fouteen and probably a bit older. They featured abundant pubic hair and budding breasts, marks of their rapid development. The two of them were flanking their equally naked mother who had retained most of her fabulous body despite giving birth to the twins. Each girl had one arm around her mother, a hand cupping one of her big firm tits which had nipples that looked as if they were made from glass, so stiff were they. Their other hands were crossed across Tara's shaven pubic mound, fingers holding her cunt lips wide apart to reveal the slimy substance that was oozing from its depths. There could be no doubt that this glistening liquid had recently been pumped into her by a big cock, such as her husband was sporting as he took this fantastically erotic photograph.

       The final three closed and sealed the deal. They had been taken recently, very recently according to Wilma who always received the photographs that were sent by Tara and Sanjiv. The first showed one of the teens bent over, supporting herself on the bed with her arms. She was stark naked and smiling happily. Standing behind and hunched over her was Sanjiv, his hands squeezing her rather full tits, his thick cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, now shaven smooth as a baby's behind. Nailer could feel the perspiration popping out from his brow as he licked his lips and started scheming about ways to get into the pussies of these twin teasers.

       The second photograph showed the same scene from the side. This time the girl had a full bush, indicating it was the other twin being given a loving cunt stretching by her father. She didn't look as happy about it as her sister, something filed away for future reference by Nailer. The third and final picture was of the twins locked in a sixty-nine, and there could be no doubt that the two of them were having a grand time of it. Both girls had their tongues extended to the maximum and just a fraction of an inch from the other's dripping cunt. At this point the principal was convinced that these Indian babes would make great additions to his  student population. He was also scheming about how to get these two hotties in bed as soon as possible. That would prove to be a bigger challenge than he thought.

       There was still plenty of paperwork that had to be generated by him and his opposite number in India. Then there was the matter of getting approvals from the appropriate agencies in both countries. To his surprise the Mallorys were way ahead of him on that  issue. Their lawyer had already started the papers that would allow the girls to be admitted to the country on a temporary visa. If all went well they'd be occupying the Mallory residence in less than a month. Niles Nailer could hardly wait.

       Before giving his final blessings to this arrangement, he demanded that a letter be generated by their parents giving him, and any member of his staff that he identified as his surrogate, complete freedom to apply the proper discipline to the twins in the unlikely event that they were found guilty of breaking school rules. The Mallorys were most happy to agree to this issue and told him that a draft for his approval would be faxed to him within two days. Next he wanted to reserve the right to give the twins "private" instruction if he deemed it necessary. Such instruction would be given by him at his home without any interference from the Mallorys. It was Wilma who put all the cards down on the table. They would not interfere, but advanced notice of this action must be provided to the Mallorys at least one full day before it was planned, in order that one of them could, if they so desired, choose to observe the particular instruction that would be given to the twin or twins.

       Now all that remained was for them to seal the deal with a glass of champagne, and then Nailer and the very hot looking Wilma Mallory would adjourn to his bedroom for a private celebration of this arrangement. Ralph laughed and confessed tht he was having one of his interns come over to keep him company while his wife was cheating on him with the principal of Arnold Palmer high school. He couldn't help but rub it in by announcing that this one was blonde, buxom, gave great head, loved it up the ass and had a kinky side that he was still in the process of exploring. Wilma's eyes flashed for a second and then she smiled. What Ralph didn't know wouldn't hurt him, but she had two studs doing her regularly during the week while Ralph was catting around at work.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                                Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 36

                       Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 3)

       Ralph was very careful to make sure that the photo album went back in his possession. However he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a little surprise for the principal, a pair of shiny handcuffs and a key. He grinned and mentioned that they had been getting into bondage recently, and Wilma seemed to be developing a taste for this little fetish happening. Nailer smiled and replied that as long as it didn't harm the sex he was all for it. The object of their conversation was scooping up her skirt and blouse in preparation for joining the educator in his bedroom for some very hot and hopefully kinky sex. She was not to be disappointed.

       The principal made Wilma walk up the stairs in front of him so he had access to her big round globes that jiggled and swayed with every step she took. Nailer was already planning on a little sodomy to start the evening's entertainment off with a bang and then go from there. By the time they reached the landing her butt was covered with his hand prints from the spanking he gave her as she slowly mounted those stairs. Wilma was dripping from all the sensations that this treatment had generated. Nailer was in for a very hot evening, and over the time before the twins arrived there were many other rendezvous, some even including her daughter, Pamela.

       He pointed his guest towards his bedroom and mentioned that her daughter would be spending plenty of time on this level learning the ins and outs of being a proper student. That brought a peal of laughter from Wilma as well as a comment to the effect that all he wanted to do with Pamela was screw her brains out and the hell with any disciplining unless it involved his cock in some way, shape, manner or form. For that remark she got a stinging swat on her round butt delivered with such force that her entire ass jiggled from the force of the blow.

       That's when he enlightened her a little concerning what Pamela would be facing during her stay at his place.  According to his plans the troubled teen would be spending much more time in the bathroom taking forced cold showers, enemas of all sorts, learning to enjoy the taste of piss fresh from the tap so to speak and seeing how long she could keep from beathing while her head was held beneath the surface of the toilet filled with human and animal wastes. She would be on her knees afterward using her tongue to keep the bathroom spotless after one of her little swimming sessions. Only then would she be marched into the bedroom for a little forced sex with Nailer and at times other teachers as well. These assistants, so to speak, were both males and females who had been invited to assist him in rehabilitating her wayward daughter before it was too late for her to turn her life around.

       Even talking about his plans for the troublemaking teen gave Nailer some serious wood and that fact was not lost on Mrs. Mallory who licked her lips in anticipation of a nice hard screwing in every hole she had, and more than once if she was so lucky. It was Wilma who had to remind the principal that he hadn't restrained her yet. He felt mildly embarrassed, but snapped the cuffs on her only when he had her standing by his big bed, waiting for his invitation to climb aboard. Once she was cuffed, he grabbed her big firm tits and really gave them a good going over, seeing just how far he could stretch them from her chest and how much they could be twisted. He brought tears to her eyes before he was satisfied he knew the limits on how much those big fun bags could be mauled.

       Now finished with her physical, he took his time stripping down so she could get a good look at the entire package besides the one displayed between his legs. Then he did something that both surprised and delighted her. He sat down on the side of the bed, his face almost level with her big tits. Without any wasted motion, he grabbed both of her firm asscheeks and pulled then towards him, meanwhile dipping his head so her clean-shaven pussy was glued to his mouth. His tongue went to work on an amazed Wilma Mallory and she started humping his face like a mad woman. "I just got lucky", she thought to herself as his tongue began doing tricks inside her dripping pussy.

       All good things must come to an end, and so it was for Wilma's pleasure.Suddenly she was lifted off her feet by Niles and deposited on his bed, face first. She groaned to herself as she felt his strong hands prying her asscheeks apart; he was going to ass fuck her for certain! Then came another surprise,his fat tongue worming its way deep into her tight asshole. Who would have guessed that the no-nonsense principal of Arnold Palmer high school had a softer side to his personality. Then the tip of his tongue breached her sphincter and she shuddered at the weird sensation she was now experiencing. No one was going to believe her story, of that she was certain. She began to wonder if he would allow her to take some adult only courses in his school, naturally taught by him. She just knew she'd love to study under him in more ways than one.

       Getting the tip of his tongue into Wilma's asshole was one thing, but wedging his super hard cock into that narrow space proved to be another kind of problem. He grunted and complained that she was tighter than a new bride, bringing giggles from his sex partner. Mrs. Mallory confessed that not only had her pussy been made less lax, the surgeon had also done something to her asshole as well in response to her husband's complaint about how loose it had become. Never one to be thwarted by something as prosaic as a tight anal passage, Nailer went to the nightstand and came up with some lubricant designed especially for anal intercourse, so the label claimed. A dollop or two carefully inserted into that super tight area, followed by a pair of loud slaps to the offending region did the trick.

       Wilma gasped and moaned as Nailer's cock plowed past her tight sphincter muscle and made its slow way into her rectum. It took many long painful minutes before he had sunk the main portion of his rock hard dick into her  upper bowel. She almost cried when he announced he was "going down", meaning even  worse pain as he bored into her lower intestinal area. However when he began massaging her shoulders and neck as he started putting the wood to her sensitive lower region, she discovered that this treatment made the pain portion go away and she now felt relaxed to a point. Only when he put too much muscle behind a thrust or moved that rod of his too fast, did he cause her any grief, which was not his goal. The longer he ass fucked her, the more relaxed and comfortable she became. She was really getting into having her backdoor explored and manipulated by a knowledgeable cocksman.

       Wilma asked for more and Nailer complied, plowing deeper and harder into her tight channel as she crooned from the delicious sensations that he was creating in her. He found a spot in her neck that practically put her to sleep as he picked up the pace and gave her tight ass a fucking the likes of which she hadn't experienced in many a moon. Mrs. Mallory got greedy and demanded harder and faster thrusts. Nailer was equal to the challenge and his sex partner began making sounds that he rarely heard from his women.

       His hard stomach was pounding against her firm ass cheeks as his cock blasted away at that tight, almost unyielding  tunnel. She grunted in rhythm to the pounding his stiff cock was giving to that sensitive region deep within her bowels. Then without warning, Nailer arched his back and delivered a series of furious blows to her asshole that took her breath away. Then his pent up army of sperm flooded her bowels with the force of a firehose, and Wilma saw stars and exploding fireworks as she responded to the great ass fucking she had just received.

       When he finally pulled free of her still tight asshole, the suction being broken created a loud popping  sound akin to a bottle of champagne being opened. This brought laughter from the pair and the suggestion from Wilma that a shower, a hot one, was in order to clean up the mess they had made, and make sure that the sheets on the bed did not require changing, which would be hard to do if she still had her hands cuffed behind her back. Nailer thought that might be fun to see, but was voted down by his partner. The shower turned out to be a great idea, even if Mrs. Mallory remained restrained and totally at his mercy.

       She did however admit that he did a great job of soaping up her tits and even working a sudsy finger or two or three into her lower entrances. He claimed her cunt mouth looked as if it were frothing, but she was too busy dreaming about the great orgasm she could be having if only he'd not stopped when he did. Worse still he began to harden and soon his cock was burying itself in her cunt as his tongue slipped into her mouth. All this activity made her legs go rubbery and the only thing keeping her erect were his hands cupping her ass cheeks as his cock began moving in and out of her wet, warm fuck channel. She bargained with him for a respite, promising her asshole if he would only wait for a few minutes so she could gather herself.

       Nailer followed Wilma's twitching ass cheeks as she headed back to his bedroom for more fucking and whatever else he could dream up for her to do. He got comfortable and watched as his "date" for the evening prepared to start sucking his cock back to its full vigor. The idea of another round in her super tight asshole was most intriguing to the principal. Damn! That woman could suck a dick once she put her mind to it. In a few minutes he was hard as steel, but his balls hadn't fully recharged. So he engaged Mrs. Mallory in some conversation concerning what she knew about the latest additions to the student population. He got an earful that left him speechless.

       Wilma started him off with some background on the parents of these twin teen teasers. Sanjiv and she had paired off numerous times during that week they stayed together at the hotel. It was then that she got her first taste of bondage, and it left an impression on her that remained until the present. She discovered that her orgasms were stronger and more frequent when Sanjiv tied her down to the bed and then had his way with her and she couldn't do anything but go along wth his whims and hope they wouldn't harm her in anyway. There were times that she thought her jaw would become unhinged as she was trained to deep throat his long, thick cock. There were  times that she was convinced that one more inch deeper and his cock would start her bleeding from the rectum, but that never happened either.

       Sanjiv loved to talk about his younger days while he was resting up between fucks, his long fingers moving in and out of her blood bloated cunt that never seemed to get any rest as either his cock, tongue or fingers were continuously stimulating it. That was all worth it since the orgasms she received sent her to places she never knew existed. His description of their wedding and subsequent honeymoon sounded like an evil fantasy, but everything he told her was corroborated by his wife, Tara. Ralph was amused rather than scandalized by this tale, a reaction that did not sit well with her until he took matters in his own hand and put her across his lap and gave her the first of many, many sound spankings for her less than adult reaction to certain things.

       Immediately after his wedding Sanjiv stripped his new bride down to the skin and placed her in strict bondage, wrists manacled together behind her back, her ankles linked by a thin length of chain. He inserted a special fixture into her mouth made for him by a dentist friend. It effectively prevented her speech from being understandable and made oral sex a simple matter for those desiring that from his wife. Sanjiv then turned her over to the senior member of his extended family, where she would reside until all the members, both men and then the women, had an opportunity to enjoy having sex with his new wife as their way of welcoming her into the family.

       His relatives were warned that he would not tolerate any physical harm coming to his bride except in the unlikely event that she refused to accommodate the particular needs of her sex partner, be it a man or woman. While this was going on he would retire to the countryside with female companionship provided by Tara's side of the family. This consisted of three choice teenage morsels ranging in age from thirteen to fifteen who would do his bidding when it came to sex. However Tara's family had played a trick on him as was their right in this family bonding ceremony. The trio were all in their periods and flowing quite heavily, which was off-putting to the average Indian male. How Sanjiv and Tara managed to survive their honeymoon was a tale that kept Nailer's interest as the story unfolded.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                                  Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 37

                           Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 4)

       Poor Tara almost fainted when as he escorted his naked wife over to the large compound where Sanjiv's extended family had taken residence, he informed her that she would be required to thoroughly satisfy all forty-six of his relatives, including the twenty-eight males who attended their marriage ceremony. This naturally neglected the children, but he would not be surprised if a few of these imps also would be trying to find a way to sample her charms as well. Tara would soon discover that this would entail a huge effort on her part as his family was a randy lot. She remembered the words of her father cautioning her about becoming involved with Sanjiv, who he considered to be too dominant for his relatively unsophisticated child.        

       Tara knew she was in big trouble when she was first taken to meet the head of the extended family, a man in his middle seventies with a penis that must have been over a foot long once she got it hard. Even before taking on that chore she spent the better part of an hour having his tongue licking and slobering all over her pussy. All the while she was closely observed by a very young girl who could not have been more than fourteen or fifteen. Occasionally she would hear distant voices coming from the compound that housed the waiting males. Sometimes the voices were deliberately loud enough for her to hear the men describing what they intended to do once they had her under their control. What chilled her blood was listening to those who were going to return to their wives and describe in every intimate detail everything that she and they did. That brought laughter from the crowd and comments about what the wives might do to Tara once they had their chance to get to know her as one woman to another.

       Getting the family patriarch to a state where he could couple with Sanjiv's new wife took forever, but at last he was able to sink his extra-long dick, that fortunately for Tara had a normal girth, deep into her cunt and began the slow process of bringing himself to a climax, something that happened rarely these days. This was when she encountered another aspect of his love-making, he quickly captured her tongue and began sucking it in rhythm to the strokes he delivered to her pussy, strokes that actually made contact with her cervix. Poor Tara had no way of judging how long it took him before with a loud drawn out groan he finally flooded her pussy with his weakened sperm.

       All that time the lovely teenager kept her eye on Tara and grinned when something she did or didn't do amused her. Naturally having a youngster not only viewing this intimate activity, but also judging her ability as a sex partner, made Sanjiv's bride most uncomfortable. Once she managed to lick his spent cock with her sore tongue until it glistened with her saliva, he made a gesture to the girl and she left the room to bring in a few of the senior men of the family who would act as her escorts.

       At his command, the escorts bowed in respect before taking Tara out to another building in the compound where a long line of male relatives awaited her. Her hobble was removed with the key Sanjiv had left in case of an emergency or the need to have her legs parted wide while her partner was enjoying her. The hours went slowly as one after another, Sanjiv's relatives invaded her cunt and deposited  tribute in the form of their hot cum that splashed against the sides of her spasming twat, responding to the friction that was generated as one thick cudgel after another forced its way deep into her fuck channel. She gave silent thanks for the IUD that Sanjiv had insisted be implanted in her recently by a physician he knew.

       After a time a woman dressed in a sari, bearing a medical bag, attended to her, giving Tara some water to swallow, which was done with difficulty since by now her tongue was badly swollen. It seems that the patriarch was not the only one who enjoyed sucking her tongue while they rutted with her. Then she inserted a rubber hose into Tara's swampy birth canal and began sucking up all the cum that had been splattered hither and yon inside her sore cunt. Sanjiv's wife was mortified when the woman emptied the cum that she had recovered into her mouth with an impish grin, while the man who had just screwed her and the one ready to take her on next watched and laughed at her humiliation. When the woman left the room, Tara realized that darkness had fallen. How long had she been in this very warm and dark room? Worse yet, how many more men would use her before this ordeal was over?

       The woman returned again after what seemed like an eternity to the helpless new bride. Once more she peformed her humiliating procedures, this time also rubbing some type of ointment into Tara's badly bruised tits which during this period more of the men had chosen to suck and maul as they drained their balls into her swampy cunt until their cum overflowed and bubbled at the opening to her fuck channel. The amount of that salty, viscous liquid that the woman poured down her throat this time made her slightly nauseous. This caused a throaty laugh to issue from her, the first time she had demonstrated any reaction to Tara's plight.

       Once the woman took her leave, things went from bad to horrible for the bride of Sanjiv. Now the men entered in pairs and what she was made to endure brought tears of rage combined with a feeling of utter hopelessness as they did the most depraved things imaginable to her helpless, bound, bare body. The first pair wasted no time turning her over onto her stomach. It wasn't until a pair of strong hands began separating her clenching ass cheeks that she realized what his intentions were.

       She was about to be sodomized, a prospect that terrified her. She had only allowed Sanjiv to do that to her and always insisted that he lubricate her generously before carefully entering her back passageway. Her assailant did not appear to be troubling himself about such niceties, which made her blood run cold. Then the second member of the pair took her long tresses in his hands and used them to jerk her head up and back. Seconds later before she knew what was happening, he had his cock into her mouth and was beginning to force it down her throat. There was nothing she could do to stop him thanks to that damned dental fixture that kept her mouth propped wide open and at their mercy.

       The details about exactly what happened to her that long night could be summed up in what she suffered from the third pair of men who took over from their predecessors. By then her asshole was swollen and throbbing from what had been done to it prior. Her throat was raw and sore from the repeated skewering it had received. The foul taste from having to lick clean the cocks that had been buried in her bowels made her despair of ever having clean breath again. This pair went even further and set the standard for her degradation at the hands of the men.

       While she was forced to deep throat the one, his companion settled down and began kissing and sucking her sore rosebud, making all sorts of disgusting sounds. He even bit her ass cheeks, the pain translating to her throat, convulsing around the thick member buried deep inside her distended gullet. He was amused and shifted his body to force another inch or two down that sore windpipe, cutting off all her air. That in turn fed back to her tight, swollen asshole that puckered and contracted from moment to moment, much to the other's enjoyment as he pushed his tongue into her rectum and wiggled it around in that hot, fetid environment.

       They traded places without any penetration of her sore asshole, but the new one managed to get three fingers into her swollen cunt, which brought whimpers from her. However when he added his thumb to the mix and plugged it into her asshole, she tried to raise up and escape in  a blind panic from the terrible pain he was causing. This irritated the new controller of her throat and he proceeded to teach her a lesson that resulted in Tara passing out from lack of air. She was revived by the other one's cock piercing her tight asshole and burrowing deep into her rectum, causing enough pain to awaken her.

       He proceeded to pound away inside her wet, tight tube of mucous lined flesh and excited his partner so that he once more plugged Tara's throat. Since her throat was completely blocked, the bile that her churning stomach had created had no where to go except back to her roiling guts where it gathered more strength and erupted once more. Fortunately for the helpless woman, the man's cock was being shifted into a more comfortable position deep in her throat, and thus the stream of noxious material exited mostly from her nostrils with the remainder spewing from her propped open mouth.

       She is unable to remember exactly how many times this depraved act was performed by those two. They played her body like an instrument, blocking her throat to induce contractions in her sphincter that only made the act of sodomy more enjoyable for her assailants. Finally both relieved themselves deep in her bowels, all the while also biting her tits and sucking her tender nipples until they were numb. She dutifully licked their sex organs until they glistened and for her troubles they both took turns pinching her ass cheeks, leaving livid marks on her firm bottom. This type of activity was to continue all through the long night as one pair after another took their turn at tormenting her.

       She did have memories of two more pairs. She was convinced, but never able to prove it, that one set consisted of immature males, even thought one of them had a man sized cock for one so young. However it was apparent from the way he sodomized her that he was inexperienced. Not only did it hurt her greatly upon his entry, he ejaculated quickly and sighed so loudly that she was sure he was at best a very young teen and not a fully grown male of the family. The other was much crueler, surely a very close relative of her husband, and did his best to both hurt and degrade her with his efforts. Little did he realize that she had been degraded and mauled by experts long before he took his turn, and what he did was neither original nor any worse than the others.

       The other pair she remembered, and winced whenever she did, had without a doubt the most formidable cocks of any she had taken that long day and night. They both we monsters in both length and girth. Earlier there were so many men and so much pain and adjustment to what was inserted into her tight twat, that they didn't stand out that much from all the other things that were happening to her body. Now she was dealing with one forcing her sphincter muscle to its limits and she feared, perhaps beyond its tolerance, coupled with the thick length stretching her throat, depriving her of any chance to breathe for times that seemed to last minutes and made her eyes see stars.

       She passed out repeatedly, but always they revived her for more pain and punishment. Tara was certain that these two would ultimately kill her without even knowing that they had, so great was the size and power of their tools that distended her insides from asshole to throat. She found herself exalting when they finally washed her cunt walls with what seemed like an ocean of hot sperm. She had somehow survived them. What else was waiting for her next?

       At this point in the story Wilma suggested that a sex break might be in order before she launched into the final parts of the story detailing Tara's second meeting with the family's patriarch, plus what she endured at the hands of the women of Sanjiv's family. Her eyes twinkled as she added that the story had a very surprising ending, one that would allow Nailer to understand better what a challenge bending the twin daughters of Sanjiv to his will would be, even with the assistance of her and Ralph.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                             Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 38

                       Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 5)

       Niles Nailer soon discovered that Wilma Mallory was one hot piece of ass that really was into sex in all its varied aspects. She practically inhaled his cock in her eagerness to getting him ready for another round of down and dirty, no-holds barred sex. The principal was used to being the aggressor, this was a pleasant change of pace as far as he was concerned. He laid back, his hands folded behind his head, and watched his cock appear and disappear into Wilma's mouth that was doing a very good imitation of a vacuum cleaner without the loud noise. She was sort of humming when she wasn't slobbering all over his rapidly stiffening joint.

In no time at all he was ready and raring to go. Muscling his dick into Wilma's asshole did prove to be a challenge. Her sphincter had fully recovered its original shape and was just as tough to penetrate as the first time. He did remember the trick of smacking her rump smartly as a way of loosening up that unblinking brown eye just enough for him to get a foothold into that tight tunnel of hot flesh.

       Wilma grunted and then sighed as he penetrated her outer defenses. He reached around and grabbed her big fun bags and began massaging and squeezing those enhanced boobs while he made a small inroad into her channel. She practicallly purred as he moved a fraction of an inch deeper with every powerful thrust. Niles Nailer was sweating like a pig by the time his prong had reached its limit inside his partner's super tight asshole. As for Wilma, she was quite contented. She just loved it when her asshole was filled to its limit by a nice thick cock. When the principal began to move from side to side in an effort to widen the breach he had made, she groaned and shifted her body to give him a little more leverage.

       The minutes went by and gradually his dick began to loosen up her tight asshole to the point that he could begin moving his cock back and forth perhaps by as much as three or four inches. Wilma was really beginning to enjoy the stretching her lower tunnel was experiencing. He picked up the pace and neared his objective, his churning balls building up a good head of pressure. She'd know it when he sprayed her insides this time. His hands were transmitting that signal through her enhanced tits, warning her that he was on a collision course and there was little she could do to stop him now. Wilma made the most of it, trying to match his thrusts with movements of her own. Then he was spurting and filling that warm, wet and very tight back passageway with his hot cum. It was one of his better efforts and portended for better times in the future when he would have the pleasure of doing both Mallory females, perhaps even at the same time. The thought of watching Wilma and Pamela locked in a sixty-nine while he rested up between fucks was a vision that excited him even after just  blowing his nuts.After a bathroom break and some grab-ass, they returned to the bedroom and Wilma took up the remainder of the story of Tara and Sanjiv's wedding and subsequent honeymoon.

       The doctor arrived bright and early in the mornng and gave Tara a cursory examination to check out whether she was able to face the women in a few hours. Sanjiv's bride grimaced in agony when the Indian lady doctor inserted a few fingers into her well stretched and quite swollen cunt to see if all the cocks had done any serious harm to her insides. She assured the frightened bride that she was in good enough shape to deal with whatever the women had planned for her during the day and perhaps well into the night.

       For the first time the doctor gave her some advice on how to deal with what awaited her. Regardless of the threats they would make and the torments they would inflict upon her, they dared not harm Tara in such a way that she would be unavailable for her husband's sexual needs during the two week honeymoon he had planned for them. Then she dropped a bombshell, casually mentioning that the patriarch had wakened this morning with the urge to use her body again, a great honor in case she did not realize it. Word would get out quickly and aid her cause, no matter what the women thought.

       Tara was quite surprised to discover that the leader of the family was already erect, compliments of the young teenager who once again sat by his bed with an impish smile on her youthful face. He whispered something to the girl and she pointed towards his groin, beckoning with a toss of her head that Sanjiv's bride approach. It was the teen who instructed Tara to get on her knees and prepare to receive his hard cock into her mouth, still held open by the dental fixture. Then she began to feed that foot long length of gristle into Tara's mouth, making sure it received plenty of tongue before she pressed the bride's head forward to allow more of it to begin the journey down her sore throat. That part of the process was most painful, but also most enjoyable to him since her gullet went into spasms and treated the patriarch's cock to some unexpected and rare stimulation.

       The girl continued to guide her head up and down as she swallowed and regurgitated his cock that soon was coated with her saliva. The teen urged her on to greater efforts, making her take him deeper and holding it much longer. Tara lost track of time, her focus now concentrated on the pain in her throat and the pressure from his hard cock. In retrospect she was undergoing a humiliating spectacle witnessed by a female who had not yet attained full maturity, but nonetheless was in total control of the situation. She began to wonder when he would mount her and finish this ritual. Time passed and she continued to bob up and down like some automaton, receiving no sign from either him or his youthful companion that he was ready to use her sore cunt.

       Suddenly the teen's surprisingly strong hands jammed Tara's head forward until she choked on the intruder now blocking her airways. She panicked and made an effort to escape from the iron grip of the girl, but failed. Then she felt the first spurt from that snake she had captured within her gullet. It was followed by another and another, the time between each spasm lasting for many seconds. Tara was on the verge of passing out from the lack of air, when the impish female jerked her head up and off the patriarch's twitching cock. Tara did her best to either swallow or cough up the patriarch's offering. While she was doing her best to regain her composure, out of the corner of her eye she noticed the teenager's impish grin and dancing eyes. She made a mental note to find out just who this little demon was, to see if she could wheedle the support of her new husband in bringing this creature to heel.

       The teenager was still  not yet done tormenting Tara. She proceeded to place a noose around Tara's neck and draw it tight enough to make her start worrying. She order the new bride to her feet and made her bow and kiss the head of the patriarch's cock that was beginning to wilt like a plant lacking water. This symbol of her acceptance of his rule accomplished, she was led outside into the already shimmering heat. Her "mistress" used the rope to guide her toward a low building off to a corner of the compound. The sun sucked the moisture from her naked body as she slowly made her way to where the women of the  family awaited. Tara felt ike a beast of burden being readied for another day in the fields. Having some idea of what would be done to her by the angy group of women, the option of working in the fields under the broiling sun was not that unattractive.

       Once inside the hot, dry building she had a great deal of difficulty navigating toward her destination, despite her handler being less than three feet in front of her. The only light was quite dim and came from a few air holes cut into the ceiling of the building. Then she found herself in a large room occupied by many women. It was almost impossible to distinguish their faces or figures. There was a low murmuring from the group and even a few cackles that gave her goosebumps. One shape rose up from the crowd and approached her. Tara squinted and managed to make out her features. She was perhaps in her forties or fifties and quite tall. Her sari did not allow any estimate to be made concerning her figure. The teenager detached herself from Tara by handing the rope over to the tall woman and whispering a few words to her that made both of them chuckle. Then to add to Tara's discomfort and lack of status, the little imp pinched her on one of her bare cheeks as she exited from the room.

       "So this is the one that Sanjiv decided to wed? I guess that a woman from his own family wan't good enough to be his wife, but we were certainly good enough to be his lovers and worse. Those of us foolish enough to be enchanted by his honeyed tongue and smiling countenance deserve what has befallen us. My dear husband upon learning that I had slept with this rascal almost drove me from his house. I had to endure an entire year as his bond slave in order to once more get back into his good graces. Despite having most of the skin whipped from my back, bottom, breasts and belly plus having my yoni sewed shut for months at a time until it became so infected that no one would come near me because of the stench, this was not enough. He took a much younger female, a girl just turned thirteen and she and my husband cavorted daily in what was once our bed. Many times I would be forced to join as nothing more than a receptacle for his sperm and her spendings. There were times that I wanted to throw myself into the river and be swept away to end my miserable life, but I did not have sufficient courage. Now I have an opportunity for vengeance, and you will learn what it means to suffer from the thoughtlessness of your husband, who is not what you have been led to believe."

       Tara listened with one ear, but her mind was also occupied by her growing thirst. It had been many hours since she had been given water, now her mouth was dry, tongue sore, lips chapped and split and her throat parched. Every breath she drew made things worse, and now she faced a mob of angry females, all eager to punish her for the sins and misdeeds of her lover and now husband, Sanjiv. The next thing she knew hands were grabbing at her bare body, voices raised in anger. It was the tall woman who restored a degree of order to what was to occur. She challenged the women to obey what they had collectively decided, or leave the building to those who would. There were muttered complaints and muffled curses, but her words carried the day. The woman took charge and identified half a dozen of the group to have a turn with Tara, using the room located off to the side.

       Someone grabbed her by the hair and pulled Tara to her feet. Another scratched her flank, leaving broken furrows in her smooth flesh and drawing a slight bit of blood that was of no consequence. She was pushed and shoved from the main room and soon found herself in a nearly dark location. Tara was tripped to the floor and straddled by one of the women. Hands grabbed her tits and began mauling them. Another woman sat on her chest and held her head steady. Tara struggled to no avail and then she choked on the first spurt of acrid piss that began painting the insides of her mouth and soon was shooting straight down her raw throat. She fought to escape the stream of hot pee that issued from the one sitting on her chest, but she couldn't get any leverage. One after another her assailants took a turn pissing down her throat and gradually filling her belly to the point that it became uncomfortable.

       All that piss splattering off her swollen and very sore tongue only added to her misery. Tara had lost count of how many of these shrouded women had mounted her chest and humiliated her, all the while hinting, and in some cases guaranteeing, that this was nothing compared to what they had planned for her next. Despite the strong flow of liquid into her belly, she was growing even more thirsty, hoping against hope that someone would show her some mercy and give her water to at least swish around in her sore mouth which was now beginning to form small ulcers from this latest assault. Now and then the weight on her chest would lessen, a sign that younger women or even teenagers were using her as their toilet. To her horror she heard the voice of that imp from hell who had humiliated her no end when she was with the patriarch. The voice chilled her blood as the girl declared that she had gotten permission from the family head to return and join the other women in welcoming Tara into the family of Sanjiv. Unlike the others, she chose to piss into Tara's eyes and nostrils, causing her to gag and totally panic. As she spiraled down into pure terror she could still hear the girl's tinkling laughter.

       When she finally regained her composure, the next torment began. They dragged her over to another spot in the room where the dirt floor had been hollowed out sufficiently that her head hung over the edge unsupported. Tara's belly had been bloated to obscene dimensions from all the urine that she had been forced to swallow. The tall woman stood over her bare body and directed the efforts of a number of women who got busy winding lengths of rough hemp rope around her bulging midsection. Satisfied that everything was in place, the leader directed the first group of women, the eldest members of the family, to take the first turn. It took Tara some seconds before she realized their intentions; they were about to force some of the piss from her bloated belly. The first pull on the ropes had little effect, but the next forced a fountain of acrid waste into the air, most of which landed on her face, with some even returning down her throat into her buging belly. She could hear the excited comments and laughing that came from the audience. Tara steeled herself for another round, and was not disappointed.

       This torture was fiendishly simple. The weak members of the family were still able to generate plenty of pain and humiliation with little effort on their part. As her stomach slowly emptied, it required more strength to get anything to come up, which was easily accomplished by the younger and stronger family members. Worse yet, what they were forcing from her belly was much more concentrated and when it rained down on her face and body, it actually stung and in some of the more tender areas made the skin blister. By now the ulcers that formed within her mouth were causing her a great deal of pain, and her tongue was so swollen that all she could do was mumble or squawk like a jungle bird.

       It was long before the women were done with this part of the torment that Tara fainted from the strain that this simple torture was producing on her. She was revived and her belly once again squeezed by the heavy ropes digging into her swollen midriff. The ones working on her now were the strongest and seemed to enjoy the level of cruelty they were demonstrating. These acted as team members, working the ropes so that she failed to have any time to recover from one torrrent of acrid liquid, before another began its way up to the surface as well. Once again Tara passed out and nearly drowned this time as she continued to reflexively puke up what was left in her swollen, sore stomach.

       When she woke up, she knew instantly that it was the imp from hell who was leaning over her and laughing. Then the little demon hawked up a dollop of thick phlegm and spit it into Tara's propped open mouth. This excited the mob of women and they too followed her lead, some blowing snot from their noses and letting it drip from their fingers into Tara's mouth. She could not believe how nasty these harpies could be to her. Why were they so cruel? Had she known more about her new husband, she might not have found herself in this precarious position. Sanjiv's bride was unable to communicate to the women about her condition, not that it would have made any difference. However she was removed from the room, and half-carried, half-dragged to the area where her next ordeal was to take place.

                             ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                             Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 39

                       Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 6)

       She mistook the removal of the dental fixture as an act of kindness; nothing could be further from the truth. Tara's attempts to speak were unsuccessful, and no one made any attempt to alleviate her discomfort by giving her water. This time she was placed on a rough wooden bench, her legs spread and tied to one end with rope that scratched her skin. Suddenly she realized her fate as the first woman lifted her sari and presented her hairy pubes for Tara to lick. It was the same approach as previously, the oldest went first and then moved down the age scale to finally reach the few teenagers, including that  hateful demon from hell. Some just wanted her to lick them; the leader of the group decreed that one hundred passes of Tara's tongue was the minimum. In the case of the older women, another hundred could be added if they so desired.

       This was only part of her punishment for this round. Wet strips of leather were noosed around her tits, cinched tight and tied off once they were sure that the cries of agony from the victim were authentic. It did not take too long for the blood circulation to be significantly reduced, causing her to lose any feeling in those big breasts that Sanjiv so enjoyed fondling and sucking when his hard cock wasn't drilling away inside either her cunt or that tight asshole. Hour after hour Tara's sore tongue and split lips were kept busy on the various cunts offered for her attention. The older women were quite demanding, opportunties such as this did not come very often. Some of the older crowd were suffering from various minor ailments that added some flavor to their dripping pussies and made Tara sick to her stomach on numerous occasions.

       Time passed slowly and Tara lost track of it; her existence measured by the cunts she cleaned and sucked. More than once the extra hundred licks and often more were called for by an unhappy woman who felt that the new bride was not properly respecting her age and position in the family hierarchy, of which she was now a member. Occasionally one of the older women would need to relieve herself, her plumbing not what it once was. Then Tara would swallow the acrid offering and the tall leader would make sure that every drop settled in her belly. Despite her acute thirst and dehydration, some urine did flow into her bladder and after nearly a day she had to relieve herself. Seconds after she began pissing onto the earthen floor, the tall woman ordered her to stop so it could be collected for her to swallow.

       A new sensation intruded into her consciousness. She felt fingers and then hands playing with her vulva and then entering her cunt. Soon it began to dominate her awareness. Then the pinching began, first her cunt lips and then the insides of her thighs. Something larger was now trying to enter her cunt, and the pinching became more intense and painful. Still there were those cunts being pressed to her mouth and demanding her full attention, which was not possible. She began to have difficulty drawing breath, and it intensified until she was in a panic. Whatever it was had now breached her cunt mouth and was working its way up her birth canal. The feeling of fullness was slowly turning into a dull ache which soon changed to a sharp pain as that lump went further and further into her tight, dry tunnel.

       To add to her terror, Tara suddenly realized that she had absolutely no feeling in her tits, none at all. She couldn't remember the last time she'd even seen their outline, since she had been so overwhelmed by the demand that one pussy after another put on her tongue, mouth and lips. Now her lips were numb, except for small areas where there were deep cracks from the lack of water and the harsh surfaces they had met. Her only consolation was the type of cunt she was now servicing, a sign that she had handled the majority of the women of the family. Something new was being added to the list of demands coming from the group. Now after she had finished satisfying the pussy locked to her mouth, instead of it being replaced by another dripping maw, she was kissed passionately and her benumbed tongue nipped by sharp teeth. This pain was just another one of many that she was trying to endure without going insane. All this time, that lump continued to plow ahead, searching for her cervix. Had she known just how many women were waiting their turn to fist her into a world of pain, Tara might have given up the ghost and surrendered to insanity.

       Why the doctor chose this particular moment to check up on the patient will always remain a mystery, but it may have saved Tara.  A cursory examination unearthed a variety of physical problems that if left alone would certainly have caused some significant long term damage to Tara's body and ability to bear children. When she shined her flashlight on the young bride's tits she gasped at their condition. Tara also got her first look at them and became hysterical. They had nearly doubled in size, turned an sickening blue-black color and the skin was waxy looking, a sign that ruptured blood vessels were imminent, or already happening. The physician ordered that Tara's tits be loosed from the strangling grip of the wet leather strips that by now had disappeared into the bloated flesh that composed her tits. She cautioned the group about too much fisting and its consequences, and put Tara's tits off limits for any further abuse. Just before she closed her medical bag, she remarked that Tara had been under their discipline for nearly thirty-six hours, an inordinate amount of time for such a ritual. She made a joke that their husbands would be quite eager for their company and the tales they would tell about what they did to Sanjiv's new wife, whether they be true or not. That brought  laughter from the assembled group of women, but no promises for mercy towards Tara.

       As she was leaving, they cut away the constricting leather strips and blood began circulating into those swollen bags of flesh once more. It did not take long for the first sensations to begin. Fortunately for the women a  young, strong cunt was glued to Tara's mouth when the first shrill cry passed through her cracked, dry lips. It would be followed by louder and more frequent screams as more and more feeling was restored to her aching tits. Meanwhile another young woman had formed a fist and was working it deep into Tara's twat, moving from side to side to stretch the tight tunnel it was traversing. Others were still pinching and scratching her bare body, moving from her thighs to the ribcage. One woman had even managed to get a firm grip on one of Tara's ears and was seeing if she could tear or twist it from her head.

       Within an hour after the doctor left, only the hard core members of the group remained. Most of them were young, many still teenagers. Some had hoped that they might be chosen by Sanjiv to be his wife. Others were merely jealous of Tara's good fortune. All were still dedicated to bringing as much pain and suffering to the new bride as they could imagine and she could endure. Numbered among them was the little demon who had begun tormenting Sanjiv's wife even before the women were given the opportunty to "welcome" her into the family. Now she took her turn to tease and torment her victim as she writhed against the bonds that held her helpless in this antechamber to hell.

       The little imp deliberately chose to straddle Tara in a way that allowed her to use her knees to squeeze the bride's agonizingly sore tits, which due to their size spilled onto her ribcage. She leaned forward and began slapping Tara's face with hard blows that rocked her head from side to side. Soon the other members of the group began to chant and clap in unison with the landing of each blow. There was no way for Tara to protect herself from this vicious assault.  It got worse when the teen tired of slapping her victim's face and instead grabbed her by the ears and began yanking those fragile parts to their limit, sometimes twisting them into contorted shapes when nothing else got a response. However when she began pounding Tara's head against the earthen floor, cooler heads prevailed and pulled the teen off her victim. The tall woman finally pronounced the session to be at an end, much to the disappointment of those who had missed another opportunity to torture Tara.

       The bride was in no condition to walk, so a quartet of teenagers carried her battered body over to where the doctor waited. The woman was quite vexed by the condition of Tara's tits and her delicate ears that were now swollen to more than twice their normal size. She minced no words, stating that she intended to make sure that Sanjiv was made aware that some of the younger women had taken far too much advantage of his helpless wife. The leader of the women who had participated went out of her way to name the little imp as the prime cause of many of Tara's injuries such as her bruised face and swollen ears, not to mention her badly skewed cervix which would take many months, if ever, to return to its natural state.

       Hours later the little demon from hell was delivered to Sanjiv. She was stark naked and tied hand and foot, her mouth stuffed with chunks of salt, held in place by a filthy rag tied around the lower portion of her face. Her pert tits had been noosed with wet leather strips, the same type as used on poor Tara. However the ends were joined behind her bony back and kept tight by a wooden dowel that could be twisted to increase the strain on her still maturing tits. A small tree limb stripped of its leaves, but not the bumps and knobs, had been driven into her tight, young cunt, causing some interior damage as evidenced by the bloodstains on the protruding hunk of wood.

       The timing of her arrival had been ideal. He was recovering from his latest coupling with the  full-figured fifteen year-old, and wondering whatever possessed him into actually marrying Tara. Her younger sister, all of thirteen, was now busy sucking the combination of his cum and her sister's menstral flow from the teen's pussy.Meanwhile the middle one, a distant cousin to the other two, was starting to suck Sanjiv's cock in hopes that he would soon be ready to take her once more. The sight of that demon from hell who had done such damage to his bride made Sanjiv lose interest in sex for the moment. As it turned out, he was very familiar with the youthful teenager, since they had the same father.

       He sent away those who had brought her, telling them he would take care of this matter personally. No sooner had they left, when he stepped over to where the young teenager was and began kicking her, not particularly concerned about where his foot struck. She desperately tried to escape his wrath by rolling her bound, bare body away from him, but he followed her as if she were a large soccer ball and landed one devastating blow after another to her upper body, many catching her swollen tits squarely. He cornered her and began stomping on her body, aiming for her cunt and making a few direct hits that made her jackknife her body in agony hoping to protect herself from further damage. Then he landed a blow to her temple, knocking her unconscious. His three consorts were huddled together, shaking in fear at his terrible outburst. He caught a glimpse of them and that seemed to calm him down somewhat.

       Little did they know that the senseless teenager was his half-sister; that information was to remain private unless she was foolish enough to reveal it to them. All they were told was this teenager had done serious harm to his bride and now she would be suitably punished for it. He gave them the option of leaving while he made this terrible person pay for her misdeeds, or stay and assist him in this endeavor. Naturally they accepted the latter option, excited at the prospect of witnessing his rage being carried out upon her. While they waited for the girl to recover consciousness, his three companions took turns sucking his cock and licking his balls.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                             Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 40

                       Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 7 of)

       Sanjiv could not help thinking back to that special day when his half-sister, Neeta, revealed herself to him as they were passing to and from the bathroom. One second her robe was closed and the next it was held wide to show off her budding breasts and thin-lipped cunt poking out from the curling pubic hair that announced her growing maturity. He acted as if nothing had happened, but he could hear her tinkling laughter as she padded away from him. Later that very afternoon, when he knew his parents were out of the house, he barged into her room, ripped off her clothing and raped Neeta on her own bed. At first she struggled, but only for a few brief seconds. Then she grinned and spread her legs wide as they tumbled onto her bed. Her hot, wet tongue worked into his mouth and her warm body thrust up against his hard form. The rape had turned into something else.

       It didn't take long for his cock to turn into a steel bar which slammed into her tight cunt and didn't stop until it was pounding against her immature cervix like a battering ram. Now her legs wrapped around his flanks and refused to let him go. That was fine with Sanjiv, who proceeded to utterly devastate her insides with his huge cock. Every thrust took the wind from her lungs, but she held on and let him have all of her that he wished. Somehow he remembered and managed to pull his hard dick from her pulsating cunt just seconds before he erupted and splattered her body from neck to groin with his boiling sperm. He looked down on her and threatened to have his friends rape her all night if she so much as hinted about what just had happened. Her response was to thrust her pubes up against his throbbing dick and stick her tongue back into his mouth. Later when they broke for air, she promised not to say anything as long as he returned and did her again the following day after their parents had gone out to visit a friend. So their relationship began and lasted for well over a year before he met Tara and started to court her after a number of very hot dates.

       For the first week or so Sanjiv didn't miss a day or night, for that matter, as he worked on his half-sister's tight, young body, trying to pound Neeta into submission.  She proved to be rather durable and he began to wonder who else had beaten him to this hot, young pussy that never seemed to get enough. A conversation with his father, who told him he knew of what was going on between Neeta and him and heartily approved of this relationship, left him stunned. His father went on to tell him that since he had recently taken up with a young woman at work, he was only too happy to turn Neeta over to his son. He did admonish the youth that Neeta's mother would not be very happy once she learned of this arrangement, but that would have to be something that Sanjiv and she settled between themselves.

       Sanjiv was very deferential to his father's wife and had to admit that for her age she was still a very attractive woman with a fine figure. It didn't take him long to realize that she was sending him signals that he would be most welcome in her bed on occasion now that her husband was sleeping with a much younger woman. So, except for his relationship with Neeta, everyone else in the family seemed to be quite open about things sexual. Then one evening Neeta casually admitted that her mother had suggested that they sleep together on occasion now that she had no sexual partner in the house. Neeta could not resist telling her that she and Sanjiv were having regular sex sessions daily. Her mother admitted that she had thought the two were having sex, and had no problem with that. In fact she even went so far as to suggest that they have threesomes if it was acceptable to her and Sanjiv. Their first threesome took place that very weekend and lasted for a day and a half. His father had announced previously that he would be away on "business" that weekend. For the first time in his young life, Sanjiv was finally driven to exhaustion by his two bedmates. It would not be the last time they accomplished this feat by any stretch of the imagination.

       Sanjiv snapped out of reliving his past, and addressed the issue of what was appropriate as a punishment for Neeta. He had already spoken by phone to the doctor, and was resigned to the fact that he would not have Tara available for his planned honeymoon. His chances of retaining the three teenagers provided by Tara's family were not very good either. In principle his family was responsible for what happened to Tara and thus liable for producing a suitable alternative. However he had already sampled the charms of all those worth bedding, and was not that impressed by any of them. Like it or not, he had only one choice, and she was lying a few yards from where he sat, still unconscious. The more he thought about it, the better an idea it became.

       Explaining to Tara's family what had happened to their daughter was not an easy task, even with the help of the family patriarch. This only increased his anger towards Neeta and the one responsible for controlling the women. His three playmates were quickly taken from him, humiliating Sanjiv and his family somewhat. The patriarch decreed that Neeta and the woman, Savitha, were to be publicly humiliated for the insult they had given to both families. Tara's family refused to participate, only increasing the ill will that would separate the families for decades afterward.

       The two offenders were taken to a clearing behind the compound and tied by their wrists to tree branches, their dangling legs anchored at the ankles to posts driven into the ground that forced their thighs to spread wide to expose their sexes; Savitha's dark, slightly curly and thick, while Neeta's was sparsely coated, calling attention to her thin cunt lips that were stretched around the tree limb that had been jammed deep into her still maturing fuck tunnel. A number of bulging, large-volume enema bags were hung from branches, and one after another they were adminstered to the two females. The family members crowded closer to watch the bellies of the two offenders grow until both were groaning from the pressure that the water created in their roiling bowels. When it was apparent that their bellies could hold no more, each now on her second monster enema, Sanjiv made his appearance. Both females had broken into sweats from the insidious pressure that was steadily building within their lower intestines as well as stretching their stomachs to the limit.

       In his hand he held a thick limb from one of the trees. There were twigs and leaves still attached, unlike the one jammed into Neeta's cunt. His first blow split Savitha's belly into two smaller globes and within seconds forced a stream of water to pour from her open mouth. The fountaining fluid was so intense that she could not breathe, and slowly her face grew blue and then ashy. Unconcerned, he measured the distance carefully and moved into her spread body and brought the wooden club up between her thighs, slashing her cunt mouth from bottom to top, and leaving her bleeding profusely. He gestured to one of the women who yanked the enema nozzle from the nearly unconscious woman and allowed the load of water to blast out from between her clenched cheeks. Now it was Neeta's turn and her eyes were as big as saucers as he came towards her.

       Without any warning or look to the crowd, he smashed the tree limb against her kneecap and even before her first scream had not even reached its peak, the other kneecap received the same treatment. Neeta would need the aid of a crutch for many weeks after her stay in bed. However prior to being allowed to heal in bed, she had to serve Sanjiv as his sex slave until Tara was well enough to join him as his wife in all aspects. Many in the crowd looked away as the teenager screamed and bellowed from the terrible pain radiating from her knees. Her shrieks reached a new high when he smashed the tree limb against her budding breasts, deliberately dragging the splintery wood and scratchy leaves across those sensitive mounds. Then grabbing the club with both hands, he smashed it into her bulging belly and water spewed from her nostrils and mouth in torrents. Even before she finished vomiting up the water from her belly, he had moved behind her spread body and gave her a terrible blow to the base of the spine that made her entire body go rigid. He followed this brutal blow with a pair to her kidneys. She would pass blood in her urine for the next five days and be in horrible pain. Moving to face her once more, he gave her belly a second blow and more water flowed from her mouth as her face took on a pale, bluish cast signaling that she was suffocating.

       At this point the doctor intervened and worked on the girl until she had regained consciousness and was breathing on her own. She spoke to Sanjiv and alerted him to the fact that Neeta was on the verge of serious, permanent damage to her maturing body. He thanked her for the assistance and advice, but declared that she had to suffer still further, but there would be minimal beating. The doctor shrugged and walked away. Sanjiv couldn't help noticing the way her wide hips shifted from side to side, calling attention to her round bottom that was most impressive, even partially hidden by her sari. He decided that he would do his best to add her to his little harem as he awaited the return of Tara. That way she could provide him some sex and at the same time keep Neeta healthy enough that he could punish her as often as he wanted and that was to be considerable.

       This having been addressed, Sanjiv motioned to the woman attending to Neeta's enema to begin administering it again. He stepped back and teased his half-sister by rubbing her belly as it slowly pooched out, rounded and became bloated until she looked as if she had swallowed a melon. A few times he feigned driving his tree limb into her swollen midriff, but never followed through with his threat. However the amount of fear it generated was equivalent to the actual pain she was feeling as her belly grew to obscene dimensions and her lower intestines felt as if they would burst at any minute. Sanjiv licked his lips at the prospect of having her back in his room, filled to capacity so he could mount her bloated body and fuck her senseless over and over to his heart's content.

       Finally the enema contents had reached her body's limit, and now he added another fiendish torment to the helpless teenager's bare body. He took a thick length of scratchy rope and looped it around her boated belly, which now gave her the appearance of a woman in her final month before delivery. He slowly closed the loop and watched the expression on Neeta's face as the water began rising into her gullet before being spewn from her nostrils and mouth. He increased the pressure slowly and then gave the rope a hard yank, and stepped back to witness the explosion that took place. The jets of water flew for many feet in high arcs, splattering those who got too close. Neeta's face became contorted and started changing color, first a ruddy flushing that after a few more yanks turned to a pale blue that brought the doctor running to her aid once more. Sanjiv could not resist using his club on her belly for the last time and he struck her a blow between the tree limb poking from her cunt and her rounded stomach that flattened her full belly and knocked her senseless. Without the doctor she probably might have died in that clearing before members of the family, and none would have accused him of doing anything that the evil teenager did not deserve.

       A few hours later, Neeta was carried into Sanjiv's quarters by a group of women from his family. The impish teenager was stark naked, hands and feet tighty tied with rope, her mouth filled with dung held in place by a filthy rag and a piece of rope. The tree limb had been removed from her cunt and her body had been completely washed and rubbed with a fragrant balm. The numerous wounds created by the terrible beating she had sustained from Sanjiv had been treated as well by the doctor, who was also in attendance. All but the physician left shortly. Sanjiv wasted no time asking her when Neeta could be available for his sexual needs. She informed him that it would be at least twenty-four hours before the teenager could be partially available.

       The frown on his face quickly turned to a grin when she added that she would be more than willing to act as Neeta's sex surrogate until the teen could begin servicing him. Sanjiv gave her a wolfish grin and she responded by unwinding her sari to reveal a full-figured body featuring a set of outstanding tits fighting to escape the confines of her sheer bra. The matching panties did a great job of calling attention to the thick patch of pubic hair guarding her fat-lipped cunt. When she hooked her fingers into the waistband and peeled them off, Sanjiv's cock grew stiff as a bar of steel. All Neeta could do was stare at the sight of the doctor, now naked, sucking enthusiastically on her half-brother's monster cock as he mauled her big tits. What transpired for the better part of two weeks is a story for another time, but suffice to say Neeta became Sanjiv's permanent sex slave despite Tara's objections. Their incestuous relationship lasted until after Tara gave birth to the twins. Afterward she drifted off and found a lover who was quite happy with her, especially her sexual abilities. No one in the family seems to know if the couple ever wed.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                                    Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 41

                           Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (Part 8)

       For the next six weeks the Mallorys were kept extremely busy. Ralph and his wife seemed to be spending most of their off hours filling out paper work needed by the immigration authorities as well as Arnold Palmer high school to allow the Krishna twins to be admitted into the country and enrolled in the school. There were numerous long distance calls between the two families as well as the submission of more photographs of the twins "au naturale". They naturally were shared between the Mallorys and principal Nailer. It was no coincidence that on those days Niles Nailer received the photographs, his houseguest, the Mallory daughter Pamela, was kept awake almost the entire evening by his sexual demands.

       The twins were now sporting tits that filled and stretched their 38D bras to the limit. Nailer was slavering at the prospect of getting his hands on these two strumpets once they were enrolled in his school and under his thumb, so to speak. Sanjiv was so busy at work making sure that a number of Bollywood films would be finished on time and within budget, that he rarely had any time these days to enjoy his darling twins. That was fine with them since they were being kept extremely busy saying good bye to their many friends and lovers, not to mention a few of their favorite teachers, both men and women. In fact it was one of the teachers who arranged for them to become part of a tourist group going to America. At first Tara and Sanjiv were against the idea, until they learned that it was a swingers group that had connections with one that they too held membership. A few phone calls satisfied their concerns and so Sarita and Sundari were added to the group.

       Things were not going at all well with Pamela's rehabilitation. She was still an unreconstructed slut at school and even at Nailer's residence. His staff had been given carte blanche to discipline Pamela in any manner that they thought might improve her conduct. The slut spent more time in detention than in class. She became a fixture in the school's infirmary, where nurse Goodbody did her damndest to instill a sense of discipline by using her to validate various medical procedures and the like. The recalcitrant teen became a guinea pig for all sorts of enemas, diuretics, emetics and purges. Her urine, vomit and feces were collected and blended before being recycled through her body once or even twice more. One nasty side effect was her breath, which became foul. At Nailer's place she was gagged except when she was fed or had to suck cock, either his or one of his associates, who were a legion.

       The nurse also began to experiment on Pamela with drugs, which she got from sources that were very selective when it came to distributing their wares. Some prevented her from sleeping for days on end. Others gave her headaches and nausea. Worse yet were the hypnotic ones that made her see things that weren't there, scary things according to the way she would react. It was essential that she be restrained while taking this special class of drugs. One in particular was used on special occasions when she would be gangbanged. The nurse called it an idiosyncratic drug since it made the teen slut allergic to sex. In fact Pamela Mallory acted as if she was being covered with ants or spiders that were eating her flesh. It was necessary to restrain and gag her to prevent her from trying to bite or otherwise harm those having sex with her. Niles Nailer had a private stash of this wonder drug and used it on her for special occasions.

       Detention was mostly an after hours event for Pamela. She had a special place they took her, one away from other student offenders and those with prying eyes. It was located by the compressors that heated and cooled the building. This was a perfect place to completely muffle her screams and begging as they punished her for her various misdeeds. During the week, this was usually a daily event, unless the principal had something special planned for his "house guest". It featured a hook in the ceiling from which she could be hung while being whipped and beaten with various implements such as rubber hoses, lengths of cabling or a sawed-off broom handle. Often she would be fisted by the female teachers, who enjoyed the sound it made when their fists began pounding against Pamela's cervix. Her big tits were perpetually swollen and bruised from the attention those fun bags received from almost all the teachers.

       The room also contained a heavy wooden chair to which the troublesome teen was often strapped for some serious pain and suffering. Wires were attached to various portions of her naked body and connected to a switch with a variable resistance that coupled Pamela to the electric outlet. They could spend hours passing current through her body; changing the location of the wires every few minutes to vary the path the juice took. Naturally her genitals took the majority of the power, along with her big tits and tight asshole. Great care was exercised to avoid sending any power through her heart. The teacher who designed this system also understood its affect on the subject's body. This allowed them to slowly fry Pamela until she drooled, her eyes grew wide and staring and the stench from all the piss and fecal matter that was wrung from her body signaled she could take no more without serious consequences.

       The favorite of all the ladies was the whipping post, a gift from the school's wood shop class. It was designed so that Pamela was either standing with her shoulders on the platform, head down and legs parted. However many preferred her in the classic position, bent over to tighten the backs of her legs and make a more inviting target of her firm heart-shaped ass. This popular configuration was easily provided by simply removing the top of the tee cross to produce the classic simplicity of the early whipping stands. It was not unusual for the top-heavy teen to receive welts starting at the nape of her neck and moving down her back and ribcage. Then after a short rest to regain arm strength, the teacher would concentrate on that shapely ass, covering it from top to bottom and side to side with deep welts that often broke the skin. Then the cane, whip or crop would be used to torment her anal entryway, reminding her of what kind of slut she truly had become.

       Once this lengthy rest was finished, the backs of the teen's legs, especially the hollows behind her knees would be thoroughly whipped, often drawing blood. By then Pamela would be barely conscious, incapable of screaming or making almost any sound despite the terrible beating she was enduring. Every third day the troublemaker would be bent over the bar face up, so the front portion of her body could be whipped into a bloody froth to match her other side. Nailer liked to have this done perhaps a day or so before he had arranged a gangbang for the teen. It was always a very popular session, which never had any invitees absent.

       The weekend sessions involving the entire Mallory family lost their focus due to the fact that Pamela was almost always out of commission. She was either recovering from the brutal beatings and torturing she had absorbed during the week, or the drugs that the school nurse had pumped into her body. Then there were the round the clock gangbangs featuring dozens of angry young men and their girlfriends or spouses. There is nothing that can fire up a woman than to be made to watch her husband or boyfriend fucking the snot out of another woman, especially a big-titted teen with fairly good looks despite the welts and bruises that covered her entire body. Suddenly there were only a few days left before the Krishna twins were due to arrive on a connecting flight. There was no way that the Mallorys wanted to have Pamela around giving the teens a bad impression of Americans. Niles Nailer showed his class by magnanimously offering to continue housing and making sure that Pamela was properly disciplined. Now they owed him one, and he was determined to collect on it.

       Meanwhile a very tired and fucked-out set of Krishna twins was preparing to join a swingers club on a nearly twenty-four hour flight from Bombay to Los Angeles, counting layovers. They were not aware that their presence was being publicized as one of the features of this whorehouse on wings. Had Sarita and Sundari known what was expected of them on this daylong sex orgy, they might have backed out of the flight. However based on the tales that were told by the happy members of the swing club who actually got an opportunity to enjoy the flesh of these plump, buxom teens, they acquitted themselves with enthusiasm that was rarely seen in those so young. The twins were ensconced in first class as befit their status, but soon expanded their sphere of interest to those in the main cabin. Finally they even made the acquaintance of the six stewardesses, or were they part-time prostitutes, that also serviced the more than two hundred swinging passengers.

       They realized rather quickly that they were going to have to work for their seats in first class. They were awed by their stewardess, a tall, chocolate-skinned, buxom female with a shaved pubic mound, easily discernible through the sheer thong, which was her only covering. When she leaned over to let them know that they were not properly attired for takeoff, the twins fell in lust with her, and vowed to seduce her before they left the aircraft. In point of fact it was she who beat them to the punch, so to speak, seducing each during the nighttime portion of their flight when many of the revelers were resting from their exertions of the day. However their initial contact with this brown-skinned goddess was a bit embarrassing once they looked around at their fellow passengers.

       The men had stripped down to ultra brief jockstraps that were crammed full of hardening cock thanks to their female companions who were down to mostly thongs, and in some cases see-through bras fighting to contain their heavy cargo. The couples, many of which had joined together for the first time on this flight, were happily fondling each other's genitals and other erogenous areas that they could get to while seated and belted into their comfortable chairs. The red-faced twins quickly divested themselves of most of their clothing to the delight of the passengers surrounding them and the smiling stewardess, who licked her lips and made kissing sounds to them both. Sarita's eyes grew large when the tall, nearly naked female reached down and squeezed Sundari's bare tit and made the nipple harden in no time flat.

       How did the woman know that her sister was definitely bisexual, with a strong tendency towards members of her own sex? Although Sarita enjoyed a nice tonguing now and then, especially from her twin sister, cock excited her even more, especially ones that were long, thick and very hard, such as her father's. On the other side of the ledger, Sundari and her mother usually disappeared into Tara's bedroom for lengthy periods of time, especially when Sanjiv was distracted by work or the charms of another female. How he managed to juggle his wife, half-sister and any attractive female that hinted she was interested in joining him for a romp in the bedroom, was a mystery to the twins. Then when they came of age, a few years ago, he made room in his busy sex life for both, despite Sundari's leanings toward females.

       Things on board got very interesting when the head stewardess announced over the intercom that the raffle for access to the twins would take place once the aircraft reached its cruising altitude. They squealed with surprise and happiness, realizing that they would be kept very busy doing what they enjoyed doing during the flight. What they didn't know was when the other passengers disembarked at the various layovers of the trip to stretch their legs, they would remain on the aircraft, entertaining the flight crew consisting of the six stewardesses plus the cabin crew of three men, all well hung according to the sources that knew such things. This was only one of the many surprises that were sprung upon them as the flight progressed, bringing them closer and closer to America and its sexy teens, not to mention its sexier adults, such as the Mallorys and principal Nailer.

       While the aircraft climbed to altitude, with the passengers strapped into their seats, the twins began to masturbate in anticipation of what was going to occur once they were raffled off to the lucky swingers that won access to their tight cunts and even tighter assholes. They giggled, recalling the trip to the doctor a few weeks ago when he installed an IUD into each one to make sure that they didn't get pregnant while they were in America. Thanks to an understanding nurse, they were allowed to watch through the special peephole as their mother paid the good doctor by allowing him to use her tight bunghole. They were astonished at how easily Tara's bottom hole swallowed the doctor's long, thick prong that looked like a bar of steel once she was done sucking it to full hardness. They were told by the nurse that many of the doctor's female patients paid the same way, and she herself allowed him to use her bum whenever he was short on cash, or her boyfriend, who was married, couldn't take care of her needs. She even showed them her shaved crotch and suggested that they do the same before leaving the country, since many Americans had some kind of strange aversion to abundant pubic hair on a woman.

       It didn't take long for those around them to sniff the cabin air to detect the subtle aroma of wet pussy. By now the twins had their eyes shut as they fantasized over what was going to happen to them on the flight, and better yet, once they were in America attending high school. They were so busy pleasuring themselves that they failed to notice the flight attendant video taping their every movement as they got closer and closer to that magic goal of a great orgasm. It wasn't until the tape was played on the plane's movie screens that the swingers got a close up and very personal look at the twins getting themselves off. The applause and whistling finally penetrated through to the twins and they looked up to see themselves "jilling" away like the sex-crazed teens they truly were. Things got even more interesting when they looked around at their fellow passengers. Most of the men had their cocks out and were jacking them at a furious rate while their female companions had their hands buried between their thighs, milking as much pussy juice as they could wring from their swollen cunts. This flight was getting off to a great start, and it would only get better as they winged across the oceans and countries on their way to the exotic land of America.

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 42                               

                             Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 9)

       Before the raffle took place the girls were given the costumes they'd wear while showing off for the audience. One half consisted of a thong that was totally transparent and showed the girl's fat lipped cunt mouth and her half-hard clitoris, still recovering from the brisk workout it had received earlier. The other part was a sling bra made of the same flimsy material that showed the teen's plump, hard-nippled tits that jiggled and bounced with every step she took. To call attention to her more outstanding attributes, as if they needed more attention, rouge was liberally applied to the genital region, framing her cunt mouth, navel, plus even more to those outer cunt lips, nipples and her tight asshole. Sarita would start from the front of the aircraft, while her twin sister, Sundari, began from the rear of the plane. The flight attendants had a field day fondling and kissing the openly bisexual half of the twins, promising her some wonderful experiences once things calmed down on the flight.

       Both teens had their shapely bottoms and plump tits squeezed continuously by men and women as well, while they slowly made their way through the main and first class sections of the aircraft. The only people who failed to get an opportunity to fondle them were the flight crew, but their turn would come later, before the plane landed and all passengers except the twins, disembarked from the aircraft to stretch their legs. Once the twin teens finished showing off the merchandise, both stripped naked and waited patiently for the twenty couples that would split into two groups of ten for each teen.

       The men would not be required to wear condoms, which was fine with the teens, now protected by their IUDs. The women would be allowed to use dildos, vibrators and even fists to sexually arouse the teens. Each group would have five hours to do anything they wanted to the twins, provided it did not harm them physically or emotionally. There was some discussion about spanking, which to some people was a genuine part of the lovemaking process, while others thought it was too painful for the teens. It was the girls who agreed to be the ones who would judge that area of sexual play, and their word would be final.

       Promptly after the first meal of the flight, the stark naked twins, their hands cuffed behind their backs, were escorted by two flight attendants towards the back of the plane. There they discovered the last four rows of seats had been turned into two rather large, comfortable platforms to be used by the lucky couples. The stewardesses remained so they could tape the action as Sarita and Sundari were used by each of the ten couples, each enjoying thirty minutes to make the teens realize that adult swingers really knew some unique tricks that teens such as the twins probably had never experienced. The twins were quite sophisticated for their age, but they had to admit later that they had learned some new stuff they knew would help them tremendously when they faced their American peers in the battle of the sexes.

       Approximately half the men were very well hung, and the others made up for their lack with increased stamina and added knowledge gained by diligently applying themselves to the task of becoming more than just proficient lovers. The women had two things in common. They were all very well toned, despite their tit size and age. Even more importantly, they knew what seemed to be every trick in the book when it came to stimulating and pleasuring their partners. The twins immediately compared their mother, Tara, to this group, and realized she would be a standout, which delighted them no end. The handcuffs were a little fetish thing that the tour leader used in his private as well as swinger life. The girls had no difficulty in adjusting to them and even found it added to the fun and frolic that ensued.

       There was enough room between the two platforms that the flight attendant taping the action could stand there and swivel from one action scene to the other and capture all the good stuff, which was soon up on the screens that normally showed first run movies from Bollywood and even America. The first few studs put the twins through their paces and set a very high standard for those that followed. The women wasted no time making their impact felt. Besides warming up their partners, they made sure the teen was properly moist and ready for the men's big hard cocks. This was accomplished by manipulating the teen's clit and doing some preliminary exploration of her cunt to make sure it was wet and hot. Then as soon as her spouse started into either Sundari or Sarita, they busied themselves by passionately kissing and tonguing the lucky girl to keep her in the proper mood for sex. They would also caress and squeeze her tits and suck the nipples to keep them hard as glass. All the while the man was plunging deep into the teen's tight channel and watching her tits bounce in rhythm to his thrusts and feeling her tight twat convulsing around his cock as it pistoned in and out of her. The sight of the twin's rounded belly quivering from every entry also kept him on the verge. Many Indian males appreciated a female with some extra flesh in certain areas such as the buttocks, belly, thighs and tits. Both twins satisfied that need even though they still had some growth left in their curvy bodies.

       By no stretch of the imagination were the couplings standard, after all these were swingers who had years of practice in satisfying their partners under varying situations and conditions. It was not surprising to find pregnant women, carrying well into their second trimester, still attending meetings and participating enthusiastically. Often women new to swinging would choose to have as many as a dozen partners in a single session while other swingers looked on and made comments to enhance the sex that were witnessing. The couples that were using the twins were experienced and eager for new sensations, such as having sex with teenagers unrelated to them. Family incest was not considered out of the ordinary or aberrant in the slightest. The typical swinger in India was always attempting one of the more rigorous positions as shown in the Kama Sutra.

       The twins were certainly getting a good workout as well as some new ideas on how to make their love lives even more exciting. When it came to positions for sex, these swingers were showing them a wide variety, some of which they had never experienced until now. For example Sarita was taken from the side with one leg held high in the air by the woman, who also kissed the inside of her plump thigh while her husband slammed his hard length deep into the teenager's tight cunt, rubbing the walls in a way she had never felt previously. She was taken from the rear with her body in the prone position, which allowed her to service the wife's dripping twat with her tongue while the husband skewered the teen's fuck channel, made even tighter by this position.

       Sundari proved to be very flexible, providing many opportunities for unique couplings. In one particular case she drew quite an audience to watch as she lay on her back, legs pulled back over her head and then held apart by the woman. She was straddling the teen's head and enjoying the fast tongue and moist lips that serviced her pubic mound, the entrance to her pussy, and on occasion that chocolate starfish guarding her rectum. Meanwhile her partner was drilling out the teen at an oblique angle that allowed him to use maximum force on every stroke. The sound of his well-muscled abdomen slapping against the backs of Sundari's thighs excited many in the group witnessing this interesting triad.

       The spanking issue arose toward the end of the first part of the session, and involved both twins. In one case Sundari had her bottom spanked enthusiastically by each partner, sandwiched around some very vigorous lovemaking that was intensified by the walloping her brown buns received. It left her breathless and pleasantly sore. To her great surprise she got tremendously excited when the female paddled her bottom and "accidentally" struck her private parts on a number of occasions. By the time the woman was done with Sundari, her lap was soaked from the pussy juice that spewed from the teen's twitching sex tunnel. Sarita was spanked only by the woman and rather soundly. She took over a dozen sharp slaps that not only covered her bottom, but the backs of her thighs as well. Sarita was quite excited afterwards and managed to squeeze off an orgasm while she was being skewered by the woman's husband, who was rather well endowed. Before the raffle winners were finished, they had made spanking an integral part of the process of sexually satisfying the twins as well as themselves. To their credit, it was never necessary for either twin to reject any person who wished to enhance their enjoyment of the sexual acts they subsequently performed. It must be admitted the twins were very careful to seat themselves properly during the rest of the flight.    

       Care was taken that the twins received breaks, which allowed them to rehydrate, rest their sore muscles and have their well-used channels cleansed and refreshed with special ointments that tightened them. Thus those who used them afterward were not disappointed at how they responded to their efforts. A physician, who also was a member of the swing club that chartered this flight, examined the twins. Satisfied that they remained healthy and eager for further sexual activity, he provided them with injections that increased the blood flow to their sex organs and made them more sensitive to any stimulation their genitals received.

       This portion of the session saw the twins engage in anal intercourse, or as the swingers described it, "taking it up the ass." The second couple doing Sarita decided to introduce her to anal, as if her father and some of this friends and relatives hadn't already broken her in. The wife began by rimming the teen, getting her anus nice and wet and relaxing her sphincter somewhat as well. The woman had a talented tongue and it worked wonders for Sarita, since the husband was rather well endowed both in length as well as thickness. He took her as she knelt on the platform, her plump bottom high in the air and easily accessible to him. His wife presented her pubic mound to the teen and urged her to begin moistening it with her tongue, using plenty of saliva.

       Still in all, initially it was a less than comfortable experience for the twin, but he was patient and soon his cock began moving into her colon. Sarita tried to focus her attention on the woman's cunt, licking around the entrance and sucking her clit as well. Before she knew it the husband's cock was buried three quarters into her tight asshole and now he began to saw away, loosening her narrow tunnel with every stroke. When this was shown on the screen many of the passengers broke into applause or shouted comments encouraging the couple to keep going and see how much that teen could really take. The man responded and soon her tight tube of flesh swallowed all of his cock. It wasn't the best time she ever had, but she had to admit he was an expert and made it a worthwhile experience, and one that might stand her in good stead sometime in the future. Little did she know that the future was upon her.

       Sundari's anal initiation was a bit easier thanks to the couple that decided to make her an honorary swinger. He was very gentle and of average size, while she was bisexual and recognized a kindred spirit immediately. Later she would introduce Sundari to others like herself and by the time the flight ended the teen twin had a list of women who would welcome a visit from her. Naturally it was a given that their workaholic husbands were away from the home, busy doing whatever businessmen did these days. People were amazed at first when Sundari had an orgasm while she was being sodomized. If the truth be known, it was the expert attention that her pussy received from the wife, while the teen's asshole was expanded by the hard cock that carefully probed her. After he had filled the twin's asshole and part of her colon with his plentiful sperm, his wife suctioned most of it from the teen and then they swapped it a number of times before the wife dutifully ingested it with a smack of her lips. For this she too got a round of applause and more than passing interest from half of the flight attendants.

       The final portion of the session was longer to accommodate the final four couples that had patiently waited their turn. It was in this part that both twins learned first hand what an accomplished female swinger could do with a strap on dildo. There were three ladies who expressed interest in seeing how well the twins could handle some serious hard rubber or unyielding plastic. Although they both had relatively impressive experience with "lady love", as Tara described it, strap on dildos had never been used on either. The teens did have a plentiful background in the employment of vibrators of all sorts to enhance their orgasms and in some cases causing them, but there was a huge difference between the capabilities of the two toys. Once again it was Sarita who learned firsthand just what a dildo could do to a neophyte like herself. To make it even more interesting to the onlookers, who were a legion, the twins also got a taste of male-female double penetration, which was a great deal different than when two males were performing the act.

       Poor Sundari was being kept busy by a fist that seemed to be determined to reach and breach her cervix. Meanwhile she was doing her best not to strangle from the thick length of cock that was currently wedged in her windpipe. Perhaps it was her bold attitude or obvious tilt toward the lesbian persuasion, but she had certainly alienated this couple and they were making her pay a heavy price for that. She grunted in pain when the woman's fist finally reached the neck of her uterus and began pressing against it. Sundari had heard tales of girls who had their baby chambers tilted, resulting in sterility or pregnancies that made them rue the day they ever let their lovers or husbands have sex with them. The teen twin lost her poise and began crying, fearing that she would become sterile if the fisting continued, which was far from being true. Still in all it resulted in the couple withdrawing from collecting fully on their prize. They would ignore the twins for the rest of the flight, much to their dismay.

       Compared to what her sister, Sarita, was experiencing, Sundari had no reason to be making such a scene. Sarita was being skewered fore and aft by the couple that had control over her. Initially the male had taken up his position beneath her, his hard prong filling her birth canal almost to its limit. His partner had donned her strap on, a foot long piece of plastic almost as thick as her partner's cock, and slathered some ointment over the head that normally was used for aches and pains. She pressed the tip against Sarita's anus and pushed until the head popped past the tough sphincter muscle guarding her rectum and plunged deep into her lower bowel, making her eyes grow wide and tears start forming at the corners. The woman proceeded to put more muscle behind her efforts and inch-by-inch that piece of plastic began disappearing between Sarita's plump ass cheeks while the onlookers oohed and aahed. Then the ointment kicked in and things got a bit warm inside the twin's rectal area. The woman slapped the teen's rounded bottom and began working her tool in and out of the girl's anus, much to her dismay.

       Sarita's asshole was getting rather sore after nearly fifteen minutes of continuous prodding from that nasty piece of plastic. The male member of the team occasionally raised the teen up just enough so he could deliver some hard strokes to keep his erection. Finally it was time for a change of position and Sarita was thrilled until she realized that she would still be taking that tool in her asshole, only from a different angle. This time they arranged the teen on her side, the man pumping his hard cock into her less than moist cunt while his partner worked her tool into the teen's sore asshole and began to move it like a piston while her partner's cock matched her movements. Sarita was near tears by the time he flooded her birth canal with a huge load of boiling cum that drooled from the mouth of her cunt for many minutes afterward. It was only at that time when the twin felt the pain radiating from her big tits. It seems that he had been pulling and squeezing them the entire time he was drilling out her well stretched pussy.

       After a minibreak to allow the twins to regain their composure, another pair of couples took their turn. This time Sundari experienced the sensation of having her well used pussy introduced to a strap on dildo made from hard rubber. It was modeled after one of the Indian sex stars that did porn professionally, and was long as well as thick with a bulbous head. Once more the teen's throat was plugged with the male's prong, while his plump, buxom wife began stretching the teen's birth canal with her tool, grunting from the effort required to force it past the entrance to that narrow channel. Fortunately for Sundari, this woman used lubricant, which made penetration relatively easy. While she sawed away inside the teen's tight cunt, the other twin was dealing with dual fisting after a quick, almost perfunctory bout of sexual intercourse that had only whetted her appetite for more. The male had managed to get his hand into her cunt and make a fist of sorts. However he was unable to move more than an inch or two, since the twin's passageway was quite tight, even after hours of fucking.

       His partner had coated her hand and Sarita's winking brown eye with plenty of lubricant. She had evidently done this previously, and afterwards confessed that her husband enjoyed it when she fisted his asshole after using her strap on dildo to loosen it up sufficiently for her hand to enter. He was not only bisexual; he enjoyed suffering and humiliation, which he received from her in abundance. She casually mentioned that while she and her current lover were on this trip, three friends of hers who dabbled as amateur dominatrices were caring for her wimp husband. She even went so far as to show photographs of him being dominated and humiliated by various women, including herself. The twins were astonished at this revelation.

       All good things must come to an end, and so it was with the raffle featuring the twins. Despite the best efforts of the physician and close monitoring by the flight attendants, it was a sore and exhausted set of twins who were finally released from the handcuffs and allowed to totter to the cramped aircraft toilets to freshen up. By now the plane was approaching a band of darkness when most of the passengers would enjoy some sleep. However the flight attendants had other plans for the twins and they wasted little time in putting them in place. To add to the fun, the teens would also have their first encounter with members of the flight crew, which would prove to be most enjoyable.

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)

                                     Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 43

                                 Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 10)

       Back in the good old USA, Niles Nailer was beginning to regret his choice of Pamela Mallory as his bedmate and all-round sex toy. She remained an unreconstructed slut and he despaired of changing her until next summer when once again she'd be a member in good standing at Camp Fukalot. He would have sworn that the current regimen would have killed or cured her by now, but no, she was still the same old ball buster he thought he had cured last summer. It had gotten so bad that he didn't bother to beat Pam when she was dropped off after her regular double detention, the teen's naked body decorated with fresh welts, bruises and burns from her day at school.

       Even the nurse, who was a confirmed lesbian, wanted nothing to do with this ingrate. For weeks she had spent her own time, prior to the official start of school, eating Pamela until her tongue and lips were sore and chapped. Add to that the array of sex toys she brought from home to use on the big-breasted teen, and you had a very angry and frustrated school nurse. She had gone so far as to get the principal's permission to have the teen stay over at her place on at least one night during the school week. That evening she'd have the cream of the lesbian crop joining her to sample the charms of the recalcitrant teen, and do their best to convince her of the error of her ways.

       Despite the efforts of the best pussy eaters in the area, she proved to be straight no matter how many tongues wiggled in and out of her every orifice. Her big tits had been licked, kissed, sucked, squeezed and fondled. They had been injected with drugs to make her lactate. They'd been rubbed with fresh nettles from the nearby woods to make them swell and weep. They had even been passed through a set of wooden rollers that flattened those fun bags for hours. Naturally for that little scene she had been gagged with a pair of piss soaked panties provided by a bull dyke who kept threatening to kidnap Pamela and turn her trained dogs loose on her.

       It seemed to Pam that her pussy and asshole were reamed out by miles of dildos made of rubber, plastic and even composite materials. Their length ranged from eight to eighteen inches, most of which soon found their way inside her body via one of Pam's three major entrances. Her pussy and asshole were stretched to the limit by massive tools up to three plus inches across. Some of the ladies were body builders; a few worked as strength coaches or in ladies gyms. They were collectively in terrific shape and quite capable of moving long, thick pieces of plastic and rubber past the toughest sphincter muscles and through the tightest pussies. The slutty teen soon discovered that her holes could accommodate bigger items than they'd ever had within them previously.

       Still she remained straight, a source of frustration to the ladies who labored diligently to convert her to the true path for love and orgasms. In short, nothing worked, and that made Nailer a very unhappy camper. With only a few days to go before the arrival of the twins, he became so desperate that he even asked for help from Renate, who was now shacked up with a lesbian lady at least ten years older than she. When his former live-in lover turned him down, he despaired.

       He toyed with the idea of returning the teen to her parents, in hopes that her arrival would throw a money wrench into their plans for the Krishna twins. The more he thought of it, the better it sounded. The very next day he had Pamela Mallory expelled from Arnold Palmer high school for unacceptable behavior. With the help of the nurse he had the teen drugged to eliminate any inhibitions that might have remained hidden in her whorish brain. Out of the closet they came during her morning classes. In the first she stripped off her clothing and danced naked in front of the shocked class who applauded wildly. Some of the more aggressive boys asked her for a lap dance and only the fact that the bell rang prevented her from taking them on for free. The teacher, who had been briefed about this exhibition in advance, had taken the liberty of bringing her digital camera with her. Within minutes after the class ended, she had loaded over two dozen photographs featuring a very naked Pamela Mallory onto the Internet.

       A pair of hall monitors took a naked Pamela Mallory down to the infirmary. She was strapped down to the examination table after a struggle and given an enema consisting of sweet wine, the high-octane stuff that the winos loved to guzzle. After letting her absorb enough alcohol to make her so drunk she could barely stand, she was injected by the nurse with additional drugs that made her more boisterous and forward. They covered Pamela's naked body with her tight fitting dress, restrained her with handcuffs and marched the addled, teen tramp to what proved to be her last class ever at Arnold Palmer high school.

       The big-titted teen had the hots for Mr. Swatter and before these latest escapades, was a frequent attendee at his detention sessions. He paid her no heed, which only made her more determined to capture his attention. She would deliberately cause trouble in his class, which meant the cane later that day. This soon became the ultimate insult to her efforts to seduce him. He would choose one of his female monitors to administer the caning while Pamela, naked as a jaybird, was strapped to a padded sawhorse. Ten of the best would have her sobbing, her body quivering from the pain that radiated from her welted ass cheeks. All she ever got from him afterward was a curt request to stop behaving like a tramp, which is what she was.

       The monitors seated the teen in the front row and she immediately spread her legs wide and began inching her short dress up to reveal her shaved pussy. For her trouble she was asked to stand and come to his desk. He removed her dress, using scissors, to discover that she was naked beneath it. The class began to chatter and a few made obscene suggestions for what her punishment should be. He pushed the naked teen across his desk and pulled off his belt. At his request two of the strongest girls were asked to assist him by holding Pam down across the desk while he whipped her bare body with his belt. It was a struggle but after a few dozen blows, Pamela Mallory began to sob. That only increased his anger and he laid the leather to her back, ass and legs until she looked like an old-fashioned barber pole. A number of the students took this opportunity to take additional pictures of the big-titted punchboard getting the tar beaten out of her. Like the earlier photos, these too found their way onto the Internet. So ended Miss Pamela Mallory's Arnold Palmer high school career, but she still was slated for camp Fukalot for the summer, in hopes yet for her rehabilitation.

       Sarita and Sundari were given an hour to rest, not out of concern or sympathy for what they had experienced, but due to the need for the entire crew to prepare for their first landing. The flight crew was especially irritated by the failure of the cabin crew to leave a window of opportunity for them to meet the teen twin teasers. Now it would be many hours until such an opportunity would present itself once more. To make it more daunting, it would be in full daylight no less. Little did Sarita and her sister realize that the flight crew were already in the process of having a prank played on them while they were on the ground and the plane was refueled, restocked and took on more cargo. The landing was uneventful, but to their surprise, the twins were required to leave the aircraft with the rest of the passengers. Things got even more mysterious when they were asked by two uniformed airport policewomen to accompany them for a debriefing of sorts. One of the cabin crew came by and spoke to the two women, then told the twins there was a minor mix up with their tickets and visa papers. She smiled and quickly added not to worry, for it would all be made right rather quickly. Greatly relieved, the twins went with their escorts to another area within the rather small airport.

       They innocently followed the two women into a large room featuring an open shower, toilet and an examining table that looked very much like the one used by the doctor who gave them their checkup before leaving for the US. The only difference was the thick straps attached to this one. It was what was hanging from the wall that made the twins gasp. There were a number of enema bags and some strange looking attachments that they'd never seen previously. They jumped when one of the women ordered them to remove their saris so they could be searched for drugs and other contraband they might be attempting to smuggle into the country. The teens were stunned and slow to respond to the order. One of the police stepped forward and yanked at Sundari's sari, unwinding it to reveal her naked body. The other said something in her native tongue causing the other to laugh mirthlessly. Sarita was now confronted with a grim faced policewoman pointing a baton at her as she ordered the twin to strip and be quick about it.

       The twins were in a state of shock and were easily restrained, their hands cuffed behind their backs. They were made to spread their legs and lean forward against the table, facing each other. The teens grunted and gasped as their private parts were pulled and twisted by their captors. Then Sarita let out a scream as something hard and thick split open her cunt mouth and began moving purposefully up her birth canal. Sundari joined the screaming as she too felt an invasion of her private parts. The guards were using their wooden batons to search the teens' pussies for drugs or precious stones, but found nothing. They smacked the butts of their prisoners; ordering Sundari onto the table and making her sister enter the open shower located above the grating in the floor.

       Both soon were taking large enemas, Sarita bent at the waist under the shower head, while her sister's bowels were being filled by a second large bag hooked to a stand by the table. Soon both teens were groaning and gasping as their bellies began to round and grow. The woman handling Sundari began manipulating her clit and watched her face relax and felt her pubic mound thrust upwards to increase the contact with her genitals. She said something to her companion that brought laughter from them both. Now Sarita's vulva was being stimulated by her captor, but she was not at all thrilled by this intrusion into her private parts. She was rewarded shortly afterward by a vigorous slap to her bottom and some more of that foreign language that made the other laugh and only increase her stimulation of Sundari who appeared to be approaching an orgasm.

       To say Sundari's orgasm was cataclysmic would have been an understatement. She strained against the straps and actually loosened some of them from their moorings. Her eyes looked as if they were about to pop from their sockets and her big tits heaved and fell rapidly as the orgasm ran through her plump body like a freight train. All the while her intestines continued to suck in the contents of the red rubber enema bag attached by the hose to her asshole. Then she squirted, her pussy seeming to shrivel for a second before releasing a cloud of amber colored liquid into the air. The policewoman thought for a moment that it was piss, but the smell belied that possibility. Then Sundari squirted a second and third time, releasing not as much as that first burst, but still soaking her lower body from thighs to her widespread knees.

       All Sarita was capable of doing was groaning as her stomach swelled and her intestines filled to capacity and then the remaining water sought other places to fill within her bloated body. Then abruptly the enema nozzle was yanked from her asshole and she was told to squat down and empty her enema into the grating beneath her shaking body. She managed to get enough of that mess splashed upwards that her lower body was befouled. The teen realized what had happened and despite her circumstances, she was mortified. It was astonishing to her when the policewoman leaned over and kissed her on the lips, her tongue worming its way into the teen's mouth. Without thinking, Sarita responded passionately and for a brief moment she understood what lesbian love was all about.

       Poor Sundari was forced to remain plugged, her roiling intestines sending painful messages to her brain for relief, but none was forthcoming until her twin was finished at the grating. While Sundari voided her enema, the policewomen cleaned up her sister, freed her from the handcuffs and allowed her to put on her sari. They smiled, caressed her face and told Sarita that she and her sister were the victims of a prank played on them by members of the flight crew who were unhappy they did not have access to them on the first leg of the flight. They added that she and her sister should go out of their way to adequately satisfy the needs of the fight crew on the next leg and give them whatever they wished when it came to things sexual. This plus numerous kisses and fondling assured the twin that there had been no malice intended towards she or her sister, and so Sarita responded in kind. Twenty minutes later the twins exited the room and were escorted by their new friends to the gate where they boarded the plane and resumed their flight to the US, that land of exotic places and strange customs.

                       (To be continued - rolf palsy)