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Mom's Mistake - Chapter
21
If you're smart, the longer you live, the
more you learn. I'd picked up plenty from my meeting with Mrs. Chu. Breaking
the news to Honey was not going to be easy, we had been together for some time
and made a good team. Losing Luci would be another big hit, but on that issue I
still had a fighting chance. I decided to call Elf as soon as I got home and
have him make the arrangements with Mrs. Chu for her to take custody of her
adopted daughter until things could get completely straightened out.
My pimp protoge gave me a hard time about
being interrupted while he was putting it to his top two moneymakers, his mom
and the teacher. Those two had been great finds as far as I was concerned. I
wondered if he'd pimp Gwen at school or be more discrete; I'd have to talk to
him about that. He took the news about Luci with aplomb, stating he wasn't
surprised that her mother wanted her back. He added that the way he saw it, she
was specialty material anyway. There weren't too many studs at school that
wanted to nail a piece of ass that looked like their little sister. I made a
mental note to make him eat his words at some future date.
The next day dragged because once again I
was wasting it in school. The only excitement had to do with the debut of the
new Gwen. I don't know how he did it, but the resourceful Elf managed to get
the teacher tricked out in some finery that did everything but announce that
she was available in exchange for some coin of the realm. Most of the girls were
shocked, a few showed signs of jealousy, their names were secretly taken for
future evaluation as nerdettes, and a small number felt threatened. Gwen even
went so far as to expose some of her mementos from the weekend in camp Hell
Hole. For the first time in her dreary life she was generating erections from
the males in her class. That night more than one of her pupils went to sleep
only after masturbating to his or her fantasies that involved them and their
hot, sexy teacher.
Promptly after the last class of the day I
sat Honey down in my place and broke the bad news to her, trying to put a
positive spin on it. She acted for all the world as if I had just told her we
couldn't go to the movies tonight because I had a previous engagement. Then she
gave me that "gotcha" grin that told me she and Mrs. Chu had already
talked and cut their deal. This made me feel kind of foolish for a few moments,
but what the hell.
Honey was smart enough to know that
hooking up with the Chus was her ticket out of this small town. Now she had a
future that included the affection, or perhaps with time even the love of a
beautiful woman, travel all over the world and being exposed to more
interesting people in a month than she'd see in her lifetime here in
Dullsville. Unspoken but even higher on her list was the chance that she too
might be able to stay young and beautiful for the next forty years. No woman
could resist that opportunity unless she was mentally unbalanced.
That matter now history, I decided to
wander over to Elf's place where I was fairly certain Gwen Manners was pulling
a train of nerds and nerd wannabes before she officially turned pro for
everyone except her pimp, Elf. It was amazing what was taking place in Elf's
basement as well as two of the upstairs bedrooms. It was like a three ring
circus, except there were no acrobats, clowns, very few animals and no ring
master, just three dedicated fucking machines who were giving their all and
then some to the army of youthful nerds and their guests.
Ring one, located in the basement,
featured the ever available Gwen Manners performing her patented air tight
fucking trick where she took on three nerds, one in each orifice, as she
jiggled and giggled while they poked, prodded, penetrated, power-fucked and pulverized
every cubic inch of her fuck holes. It seemed that nerds somehow managed to
channel all their frustrations and anger into their dicks that became
transformed into steel bars that could not be bent by any pussy of this earth.
What the typical nerd lacked in size was more than compensated by his ability
to fuck at speeds approaching Mach one for periods of approximately thirty
minutes in some verified cases.
Upstairs in ring two was mom herself, back
from an extended period of recuperation from the worst that could be thought up
by the nerd nation to make her life miserable, painful and not worth living.
She was currently equipped with brand new bolt-on tits that could absorb twice
the punishment as previously recorded, and improved artificial skin that now
took a minimum of fifteen minutes to char but retained the sensitivity to
deliver high level pain for the entire period.
In conjunction with her upgraded cunt
capable of being stretched to twice its normal diameter and able to withstand
most acidic and alkaline solutions without any major evidence of decompostion,
Mom was now a challenge to all but the most sadistic clients when it came to
enduring pain. A line of slavering nerds that extended from her bedroom down
the stairs and out the front door paid tribute to her fame and willingness to
go the extra inch, foot or mile when it came to absorbing pain and punishment.
Next door in ring three was Elf's mom,
making her debut as the first nerdette fuck pig and doing a great job
satisfying nerds and their pet animals as well as nerd guests, including the
distaff side, with a dedication and enthusiasm that would prove to be her
hallmark. Currently she was engaged in sexually satisfying a large mixed breed,
consisting of half rottweiler and half pit bull, with her asshole, while she
sucked the cock of a malamute with a bad attitude, who appeared to be bent on
sticking his chiseled cock clear down her throat. Lying beneath her and
skewering her fat-lipped cunt at turbo speed was Atlas, the nerd with the biggest cock in the group.
Mom was up to her old tricks of insulting
the nerds in hopes of making them come up with some new tortures. Unfortunately
for her, she was getting her wish from a source least expected to provide her
needs. A super-skinny goth-girl, who looked like a ten year-old but actually
was fifteen, came up with the idea of making twin pin cushions from mom's new
enhanced and remodeled tits for starters, then attaching them to the studs she
punched through mom's tongue running the length of that straining pink slab of
flesh.
Mom took over two hundred three-inch
hatpins in each tit, many driven straight through her nipples, destroying much
of her milk glands and ducts. After each fifty pins the nerds were invited to
use a wooden paddle to make sure each and everyone was driven as far into her
swollen tit flesh as feasible. By the time the supply of hat pins was
exhausted, mom's tits had a weird plastic coating of pinheads of varying colors
making those big bags look like rounded Rubik's cubes.
Mom's eyes got big, real big, when she saw
the barbed fish hooks that the goth-girl produced from her big black purse. She
carefully placed two barbs deep into each of mom's bloated, multicolored bags
of fat and attached piano wire to them. Mom screamed her head off, bringing a
mob of nerds to the door of the bedroom in an effort to see what was going on
in there.
The ever resourceful Elf, the nerd leader,
if nerds can have such a person, had at the beginning of this fiendish torture
session set up his camera and tape deck to record her agonies. The way he had
the place wired allowed mom's torment to be shown on the three other monitors
set up around the house. He also intended to make CDs of this session and sell
them to the underground market overseas, which was quite substantial,
especially in Japan.
The nerd audience was blown away when the
goth-girl produced from her bag of tricks a pair of needle-nosed pliers and a
hand-held paper punch. She quickly grabbed Mom's tongue with the pliers and
yanked it out of her mouth. With her other hand she used the paper punch to
drill three holes down the middle of mom's straining tongue, nearly causing the
woman to tear it from between the pliers that held it helpless in a grip of steel.
There were more excited cries as blood bubbled from the three wounds the girl
had just made.
Now the fun really began. Still holding
the pliers gripping mom's tongue, the girl very carefully withdrew three fat
metal studs and carefully inserted them into the three holes she had made. One
barb from each of mom's tits were crush fit to the center stud in her tongue,
significantly increasing the amount of blood spilling into her mouth and
finding its way down her throat. Then the other two barbs were driven into the
front and rear tongue studs, completing the configuration and putting
tremendous strain on the middle portion of mom's extended tongue once the piano
wire was attached and tightened to take up any slack from the wires joining the
various barbs.
This part accomplished, the girl did
something that catapulted her into the front ranks of sadists and sexually
excited about half the nerd population in attendance, as well as yours truly.
Who needed Honey when this creature appeared to be bidding for a spot in the
NLA with this bravura performance? She
looped more piano wire around mom's swollen, sore tits and twisted until the
wire disappeared into those big bags of fat. Following this she anchored the
ends of the wires to the headboard of the bed mom was sitting up on. When she
started tightening the wire using dowels, some nerds choked and looked away,
realizing the stress that this maneuver was putting on the pain slut's tongue
which was being pulled in opposite directions to the point that it threatened
to tear the fleshy lump in two.
To finish her performance, the goth-girl
exposed mom's fat clit and began strumming it mercilessly, bringing the middle
aged fuck pig to the verge of a titanic orgasm. Then she grinned evilly and
squeezed mom's clit until she uttered some squawks and her teary eyes bulged
from their sockets. It was a miracle that her tongue was not severed from its
root when she finally rocketed off into outer space.
Moments later Elf came on the scene and
swiftly clipped the piano wire from her tongue and glared at the goth-girl. He
was pissed off that she almost put mom out of commission again, meaning we'd
lose some big buck business that had been lined up for her. Elf also was
sporting an erection that said he had been truly turned on by this skinny
skank's effort which had reduced mom to a pile of quivering jelly. Indeed there
was a new kid in town and she was not to be fooled with unless one was looking
for some serious pain.
Once the last nerd had left the party,
leaving the three rings empty except for an exhausted mom and the two
nerdettes, Elf and I put our heads together so I could give him the lowdown on
what had transpired last evening when I visited Mrs. Chu. He didn't know about
the arrangement for Honey to join Mrs. Chu, and reacted to it negatively. He
became even more unhappy when he learned that mom was a short timer when it
came to her association with the nerds. In fact she had probably just completed
her final performance with them a few minutes previousy. It was now imperative
that the NLA get staffed and in one big hurry.
I tasked him with the responsibility of
choosing the next group for evaluation and initiation into the Nerdette Ladies
Auxiliary. He immediately brought up the issue of the goth-girl, an obvious
choice for a leadership role. Elf reacted with some degree of surprise when
informed that she would go through exactly the same processing as any other
candidate. Once she was in the NLA , assignments that utilized her obvious
talents would be offered to her. That mollified Elf. He heaved a sigh of relief
when I told him that Jerry and his girlfriend Kim, were no longer involved with me or my
organization. They had blown it big time
and were lucky I hadn't crippled them both.
I went upstairs and checked out mom who
was in pain heaven. It would take many hours of careful work to remove all the
hatpins that were sunk deep into her tit flesh. I thanked my lucky stars that
none of the heads, at least none that I could see, had broken off, making it a
very painful process to get the pins free. The piano wire had just begun to
break the skin and was not that obvious. Her tongue however was a mess. It made
more sense to leave the studs in place, since mom didn't need to talk much, if
at all. As long as she could croak, squawk or scream her users would be quite
satisfied.
Tomorrow I would seal the deal by
scheduling mom to make her appearance as the main course of the annual GOMSO (
Girls Only Meeting and Sex Orgy). This yearly event catered to members of
academia who were of the lesbian persuasion and interested in causing as much
pain to their students as they could manage to keep under wraps. Mom would be
the standard against which their efforts were judged.
( To be continued - jethro
jodhpur )
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