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Teenage Sex Slave
by
Jethro Jodhpur
Chapter 10
Despite the fact that I was totally exhausted from my long day in Spec Ed, followed by the insanity having to do with my sister and her skanky friend, my sleep was anything but restful. I kept waking up with my heart racing and the sheets beneath my body soaked from the sweating that was obviously caused by the nightmares that kept being played over and over inside my head. Today had almost exceeded what had occurred on my visit to the principal's place.
I began to seriously consider cutting out and trying to survive in another state. Perhaps I could find a rich old woman who would keep me in exchange for all the hot sex I could provide her. The more I thought of that idea, the better it sounded. Unfortunately I was lying in my bed securely restrained, waiting for the morning and the new surprises that were in store for me starting with my dear old mom and extending to all those folks in school that were waiting to make my day as miserable as was humanly possible.
My last nightmare of the evening involved Ms Joyce, the principal, the school nurse and Mrs. Landers. I was strapped down to the gyno table in the school nurse's station. The principal was sitting on my chest, keeping her wet, hairy cunt glued to my mouth. My chest didn't feel right, it was really hard to take a deep breath. Then I felt the ultra-thick, cold nozzle being worked into my bunghole. Naturally it hadn't been lubricated because nurse Manners didn't think it was necessary for the kind of student that she knew me to be. She kept referring to me as a whore, which was kind of strange. My sister is a whore, I'm a stud.
Anticipating what kind of enema I'd be getting and how large it would be were things I always thought about when I felt that nozzle pushing its way into me. It was cold, ice cold; I could feel the frigid hand beginning to expand as the stuff ran into my lower intestines. That was a word I had picked up from nurse Manners, who liked me to know what the technical terms for a lot of the things she did to me were called. My bunghole was my anus, the first place the enema hit was my rectal area and the part that it really filled up was called the colon. In fact it wasn't an enema she was giving me, it was an irrigation. Whatever it was, it hurt. The straps, she called them restraints, kept me from moving very much during the process, another word she liked using.
I heard Ms. Joyce's voice as she talked to Mrs.Landers. Once again some of it didn't make any sense to me. I wondered if the nurse had given me something to scramble my wits. I sort of remember that once or twice she made me drink some stuff that made things look funny and after a few minutes I got scared, really scared of something, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was.
" Mrs. Landers, I do believe you have the honors this morning. What have you planned for this little slut, latex or leather? The way she's dilating you can probably get the leather glove up that whore's cunt without using any grease. That's what I'd do, put that gloved fist right up against her cervix and say hello to the baby. I really feel sorry for the poor kid. Can you imagine having a mother who is a certified slut before she turns sixteen? "
The principal laughed, said she had to see this and moved her dripping pussy off my face. As she climbed off the table, I was now staring at my bloated belly between these huge tits resting on my chest. It was enormous. Just before I woke up screaming, it dawned on me that no enema in the world could make my belly grow like that. Somehow those bitches had turned me into a cunt and worse still I'd been knocked up!
It took me a minute or so before I understood it was just another weird dream. I was too frightened to go back to sleep, so I just lay there in the darkness staring up at the ceiling and thinking about what they had in store for me today. There were still three days before the big day at the principal's house, and I began to seriously wonder if I was going to survive them ,let alone what was being cooked up for me on the weekend. I was still awake when mom flipped on the light and grinned at me. It was still dark outside, and I wondered what she was doing in my room at this early hour. I was soon sorry I had asked.
Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that all mom was wearing was a pair of her typical full cut panties. However these were soaked in the crotch area. No amount of jilling could make a mess like that, she had pissed her panties! Seconds after that observation, my nose picked up the rank odor of piss. What the devil was going on? Mom wasted little time informing me that she was following the instructions that Ms. Joyce had given her last night. Not only had she deliberately pissed herself, now I was going to have the task of sucking all the piss that I could get from those panties. Then I was to start cleaning up mom's bare crotch as soon as she was satisfied that I'd done a proper job.
It took forever before mom was happy with the job I'd done. By then the sun was up, but my day had just started. Off came the panties and now I faced mom's stubbled pubes descending onto my face, and it was coated with a crust of dried piss. Licking something like that off an unwashed pussy is like a fate worst than death. My tongue was sore as a boil and my lips were swollen from this ugly encounter with my mom's bristly muff and the surrounding area. I also was thirsty as all get out and my back teeth were floating from the pressure being applied by my full bladder.
Mom began slow jacking my cock and giving it little kisses on the top. Then she abruptly backed off on the oral action and left me hanging. My hard-on prevented me from pissing, something I hadn't taken into consideration when she started working on me. When she pressed her fingers against my bladder area I thought I would explode. She seemed happy over my reaction and sat back on her knees to spread her cunt lips to show me the pink.
Then she announced that I wasn't going to be able to relieve myself until she dropped me off at school. That was something new, and I knew that it wasn't going to make my life any easier. She casually added that there was no way I was going to get off unless one of my teachers took pity on me today. I strained to get the flow started, but mom was too quick for me. She moved fast when she wanted, and before I knew what hit me she was rubbing my cock head against her juicy, well licked cunt. Nature did not intend over sexed teen studs to ignore any contact with any pussy without responding, and so I did. I was so screwed, and she knew it.
She freed me from the manacles holding me down to the bed, but was careful not to let me get the upper hand while she opened and reshut the cuffs until my hands were secured behind my back and I still had a hard-on. It got worse when she knelt by the bed and began giving me head just to make sure my bladder would stay on full. Then she marched me by the cock down to her bedroom so she could dress. That was when she finished totally fucking me over.
She took a large hatpin with a big round stud and jammed that bad boy into my piss hole, stud first, effectively blocking the only path out from my straining bladder. I thought I was going to go crazy from the pain. However in a few minutes the pain backed off, but now I was done and we both knew it. To make her victory complete she wadded up the pissed panties I'd sucked and pushed them into my mouth. I made no effort to resist since she threatened to poke me in the bladder unless I did as I was told. Some adhesive tape kept those foul tasting underpants in place and so I was ready for another day of torment at the high school.
By the time mom dropped me off at the nurse's entrance, I was in a world of hurt. She couldn't resist leaning down and sucking my cock to full erection, being careful not to dislodge the stud holding back an ocean of piss. In fact as she was swirling her tongue around the top of my throbbing cock, mom made sure the stud stayed in place by poking it with the tip of the darting snake that was swabbing the top of my rigid dick. By the time she gave me a peck on the cheek and a farewell poke to my bloated bladder, I was sweating like a pig and praying that Ms.Manners was at her station and would do something before my piss started backing up into my kidneys, which I've been told is not a good thing for one's health.
I was hopping from one foot to the other waiting for someone, anyone to open the door so I could get some relief. Without warning it opened and there stood my angel of mercy with a big shit-eating grin on her chubby face. She led me into her little examining room and told me to get up on the gyno table. The next thing I knew I was strapped down and getting poked and prodded as I grunted and groaned through the wad of piss soaked panties that prevented me from telling her just how painful things were. From the look on her face she knew I was hurting bad.
" Looks like your mom did a good job on you. I'm sure that Ms. Joyce will be delighted to hear about it. You appear to be suffering from a distended bladder, something that I can easily remedy..........provided you do something for me. Are you interested? If so, nod your head and then I'll tell you what I want. "
I almost put a crimp in my neck nodding. She smiled and teased me a bit by pressing gently on my sore, swollen piss reservoir, another word I learned from that smart, skanky girl I used to fuck out of pity. Then she told me what the deal was and warned me that it was that or a lot of piss backing up into my kidneys. The idea of drinking my own piss right after she collected it in the bedpan was flat unsanitary and gross to boot. I'd already had plenty of piss drinking so far today thanks to Ms. Joyce and my dear old mom, who was going to get some payback one way or another from yours truly. I stared at the ceiling, winced from the pain radiating from my groin, and nodded my head slowly as she chuckled. Once again I was so screwed.
The top of my head felt like it was coming off when the nurse slowly worked the head of the hatpin out of my piss slit. That was nothing compared to the feeling when I started pissing up a storm into the bedpan. It felt as if I was peeing fire that ran from the tip of my cock all the way down to its base. I was hurting big time, so bad that I was shedding tears that made the old nurse grin with satisfaction that I was getting mine, but good. All I could focus on was pissing and trying to ignore the sharp pain that was ripping through the inside of my cock. Gradually the pain got less and less as the flow of piss ran down to just a trickle and a few last squirts. My cock was still hurting, but nothing like when I started to pee.
Nurse Manners wasted no time transferring what felt like a gallon of nitrogeneous waste, the only thing I remember from Health class, into a large graduated cyclinder. She held up the tube and eyeballed the markings on the side before telling me that I'd just pissed 460ccs of pee from my aching bladder. That sounded like a bunch , but the number meant nothing to me. Then she told me that I was about half way to what she wanted, which was a quart of the yellow stuff.
The next thing I knew, she was hiking up her skirt and pulling down her panties. I could not believe it when she held the cylinder under her crotch and began taking a major wizz, her pee causing the contents of the cylinder to get foamy as her piss stream mixed with mine. When she got done the tube was almost filled to the top and she told me that she had pissed more than me, which made me cringe. I began to wonder what the hell was wrong? Were they right about me? My self confidence was taking a major dump. What else could go wrong, I asked myself. As it turned out, there were a number of surprises still waiting for me this day in Special Education.
There still remained her daily routine for me. I took a two quart ice water enema for openers and then she plugged my butthole and jacked my cock until it was hard, but not too hard. Then she grabbed my nuts and squeezed slowly until my hard-on was competely gone. Three times she did this, each one edging me closer and closer to getting off, but each time failing as her iron grip on my sore balls always won the battle. Next she put an ice bag against my balls and kept it there until my nads were the size of marbles. Quickly she wrapped twine around my frozen nuts and tied it off. This was something new, but it wouldn't take long for me to wish I left them on some other planet once those BBs warmed up.
Ms. Manners proceeded to tell me that as long as an ice bag was applied to my testicles, as she called them, every couple of hours, things would be fine. Of course if I didn't obey my teacher's instructions during Special Education class, it was likely that she'd refuse to allow my testicles to receive the proper treatment, thus causing me substantial pain. A chill, unrelated to the ice water enema, ran through me when I heard that. The ice water enema had done its work, my cock was limp from the cold. The nurse clucked and allowed me to get rid of the contents from my intestines. Enema number two followed quickly and this one was closer to three than two quarts according to the smiling nurse. I was bulging pretty good,which reminded me on that nightmare. When I craned my neck to look down at my limp cock, Ms. Manners grew quizzical about my behavior, but I made no further moves and so she relaxed. The enema did its thing and my guts knotted up big time. That pair of piss soaked panties was beginning to get on my nerves. I began to worry about choking on them, not to mention the foul taste that filled my mouth.
The arrival of Katrina saved me from further misery. I was so beat down by now that I started looking up to this pimply faced, fat girl with strong body odor and the worse tasting armpits I'd ever had the misfortune of having to lick. She simpered at the pitiful remains of my once rock hard cock, and watched with interest as nurse Manners finished off my enema, letting it out to splash noisily into the large basin that was situated just below my spasming asshole. She wrinkled her pudgy nose, then pinched it shut to avoid inhaling the foul odor rising from the catch basin. The girl could not resist running her hand over my tightly bagged balls that looked like they belonged on a little boy. She giggled and made a comment to the nurse about what happened to my equipment. I started to think bad thoughts about having her under my thumb for a day or so. That took my mind off my troubles for the moment.
So while nurse Manners cleaned me up, removed the panties from my mouth and gave Katrina some specific instructions concerning the care of my family jewels, I was in another world. In my world Katrina was naked and strapped down on the gyno table with her legs spread wide. I'd just finished giving her a good whipping and she was crisscrossed with deep welts from her neck to her knees. Her cunt had taken some major attention and the lips were so swollen that all that remained was a thin angry red colored line that once was her pussy mouth. My assistant, the blonde nympho, Carol from Spec Ed, had just finished knotting thin laces around Katrina's welted tits. As I watched those small bags of tit flesh grow larger and change color from pale white to angry red, Carol was preparing the first of what would be a series of special enemas for the pimply faced girl to take and hold for as long as I wanted. I wondered if we might be able to make her swallow some plastic tubing that we could then hook up to the water tap and begin filling her belly until it made the girl look as if she were carrying twins and was a month overdue.
It was then that nurse Manners slapped me across the head and told me to get off the table so that I could be hobbled in preparation for the walk to the classroom downstairs. Today was much worse than previous. Instead of my leash being around my neck, Katrina decided to loop it around my limp cock and tiny balls to call attention to their pitiful condition. The trip through the mob of students seemed like it took forever. The guys laughed in my face and called me a sissy faggot, while the girls hurled all sorts of insults and even went so far as to goose me as I was led slowly toward the staircase. This was about as low as I'd ever been. Finally we reached the door to the class and entered.
I had my head down to avoid eye contact with the girls, not to mention Ms. Joyce. I could hear the gasps and then the roars of laughter and derision over the state of my genitals. It took me some time to realize that there was a very familiar voice among the insults and giggling. Not believing my ears I looked up to where Taunisha normally sat, and stared into the eyes of my sister. I almost passed out from shock. What the hell was she doing here?
( To be continued )
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