Twisted Teen Tales

                              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)