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Teenage Sex Slave -
Chapter 16
Little did she know that the former
government had mounted an effort to retake power and was on the verge of
achieving their objective. Her torturers were only too aware of the serious
situation they found themselves facing. However the commander wanted one last
chance to have his way with this tough woman who had survived everything he
could do to her.
The prison doctor was ordered to prepare
her for the operations he had planned for his "star boarder", as he
called her. She screamed herself hoarse as they burned away her cunt lips,
first the majora and then the smaller set that were hidden away from sight. Her
naked body shivered and bucked like a maddened animal against the straps that
held her fast to the operating table. Each time she passed out they revived her
with a gaseous compound that stimulated her heart and increased her sensitivity
to pain.
Realizing that burning away her clitoris
might give her heart failure, depriving him of his vengeance, he ordered the
surgeons to surgically remove it while she was kept conscious. The pain was so
great that she chewed her tongue and the insides of her mouth as the scalpel
peeled away one layer of sensitive tissue after another until there was just an
open wound where her clitoris once resided. She would never know normal sexual
pleasure after the terrible things they had done to her.
Two days later she was released from
prison and taken out of the country by chartered aircraft. The following day
the country was returned to the former government and as part of the terms of
surrender all those participating in the torture and rape of civilians were
given amnesty provided they left the country for a period of ten years. So Mrs.
Shalawadi never saw justice for the terrible things that had been done to her.
She wasted little time feeling sorry for
herself. The ravaged survivor hired the best doctors and surgeons that money
could buy and effectively had her damaged body restored to something almost
normal except for the loss of her vaginal sensitivity, caused by the ravages of
sexually transmitted diseases, and the mutilation of her external sex organs.
Of interest the only portion of her lower body that retained any sexual
response was her anus. Mrs. Shalawadi was now a dedicated devotee of sodomy.
To break the somber mood that hung over
the room after her story, I tried to make her laugh by suggesting that Fausi,
or Fateena, as she was known by her contemporaries, should be put on a
starvation diet and exposed to a few trained dogs to slightly enhance her
appreciation of what her mother endured. My hostess smiled and replied she
might seriously consider such an idea provided I was able to properly supervise
her daughter as she went through her training.
I mentioned my upcoming weekend with Ms.
Landers and Manners and she laughed, stating that she and the principal were
good friends and more than likely could work something out that would satisfy
all parties, that is if I managed to convince her here and now of my abilities.
Then she did a very strange thing, asking Fausi to cuff her hands behind her
back and make them as tight as she could. Once this was accomplished, she told
the girl to fetch the commandant for his orders. It was soon after that I met the
third person that lived in this mansion.
Commandant Shabaz was certainly no man
based on the tits that were stretching her tight pullover. She was short, quite
thin with sharp features, and looked to be perhaps ten years older than Mrs.
Shalawandi. My eye was caught by her riding britches and the leather crop she
held in her hand.
"Is this the new dog? I hope he's
better than the other two who spent more time licking their dicks than ass
fucking this willful slut!"
Things were getting weirder by the minute.
Now I was supposed to be a dog? Who was in charge of this crazy place? Then it
got wilder as Fausi climbed on the bed and settled herself against the ornate
headboard and spread her thighs. She made some clucking sounds and her mother
began inching her way towards that hairy snatch her daughter was
presenting.
"Don't stand there on your hind legs,
get busy and fuck this slut good and hard, that's what she needs, some hard dog
cock to stretch that tight asshole of hers."
To emphasize her words she let the
crawling woman have a vicious cut across the top portion of her ass, bringing a
muffled sob from her. Fausi reached down
and grabbed her mother's hair and used it like reins, directing her face into
that jungle of pubic hair. The look on the girl's face was one of bliss as her
mother began grunting like a pig as she chowed down on her daughter's box
lunch.
Fausi looked up and realized that my cock
was at half staff, no wonder considering what was happening. She patted the bed
next to her and pointed down towards her mother's bobbing head. I caught on
quick, mom was going to suck me off so I could
fuck her in the ass, how weird could things get? It was soon apparent
that I hadn't seen all of the act yet, not by a long shot! While Mrs. Shalawadi gave me some fairly
decent head, Shabaz stripped off to reveal a taut body featuring a great set of
jugs and some fat cunt lips flaring out over her hairless pussy mound.
My hard dick sank inch by inch between the
black haired woman's tight buns as she gulped down anything that ran from her
daughter's drooling cunt. Then I felt a warm, wet tongue licking my ass cheeks
and then beginning to worm its way toward my tight bunghole. I picked up the
pace and sank the rest of my cock deep into the woman's super tight asshole. I
wondered if the surgeons tightened that for her too.
Now I slipped into another gear and really
put the blocks to her, yielding some grunts from my bitch and bringing a look
of happiness to her daughter's face as mom's tongue went to turbo charged. I
heard a demanding voice telling me to fuck the pig harder and make her bleed. I
thought Shabaz, the commandant, must have really had it in for Fausi's mom, how
right I was!
It took quite a bit of hard pounding to draw
even a hint of blood from Mrs. S's tight tube of grasping flesh, and that
didn't occur until round three. By then Mrs. Shalawadi's ass was crisscrossed
with dozens of welts from the riding crop that the "commandant"
wielded so well and with such venom. During this entire hour or so she never
stopped eating her daughter's pussy and Fausi grunted her way through a couple
of fairly obvious orgasms.
That only spurred me on to greater
heights. I was now able to hurt Mrs. S good and proper by adjusting the angle
at which my cock entered her gaping asshole. I was literally scraping off the
mucous membrane that protected her anal passageway. She started to cry and then
sob. That only got me hotter and made my efforts redouble until my cock was a
blur as it ripped in and out of that bleeding hole. Finally after making
another deposit of creamy cum into that black, bleeding hole I had to take a
break.
Shabaz took over for a time using a
strap-on that was longer and thicker than my equipment, but she wasn't able to
navigate it with the same skill as your truly did his. Still, she did some more
damage to her victim and as another example of her animosity, she made the
woman suck off and swallow whatever had accumulated on the fat piece of
plastic.
It was nervous time when we all ganged up
on the poor pain freak that was Fateena's mother. I was on my back while Fausi
jacked my flaccid cock into her mother's mouth. That woman really knew her
stuff. I wondered if that was something she picked up in prison or maybe her
husband had taught her. Her tongue wrapped around the head of my dick on almost
every stroke, and I was really getting into this scene. Then mom arched her
back and tried to swallow my dick whole as Shabaz's riding crop nailed her ass
but good. I lost about half my stiffness in one fell swoop, imagining how it
might feel if mom got too excited from the pain and bit down hard on my joint.
Fateena grabbed her mother's head of black
hair and yanked until her head was pulled back so far that she could look up at
the ceiling. She berated the poor woman using some interesting combinations of
the words "slut", "freak", "pig",
"fuck", "asshole", "pain" and some very
nasty-sounding words in her native tongue that seemed to really get under her
mother's skin. All the while Shabaz was laying the leather to her tight ass and
the backs of her thighs. I was amazed at how Mrs. Shalawadi kept her legs
spread wide without them being roped to the bed frame. That took plenty of
discipline, whether or not she learned that at prison or here, it still was
really impressive.
It took a few minutes, but my wood
returned and I gave Skabaz the high sign that this dog was ready to have
another go at the bitch. She grinned and waved me over, but I had to wait while
she put a few more welts on the sensitive area behind her victim's knees. Now
it was my turn and with one quick thrust I buried the bone more than halfway
inside Mrs. S's tight shitter. Two more thrusts and I was in to the limit and
checking out how much I could make her canal expand. I put my hands flat on her lower back as if I
was preparing to give her a massage, then started pounding, putting plenty of
muscle behind each blow I delivered. It was kind of fun to watch those swollen,
cut-up buns bounce as I touched bottom with every stroke. The commandant was so
pleased that she started to rub my butt as I continued to rape the fuck out of
Mrs.Shalawadi. Technically it probably was rape, she was restrained against her
will, probably, but she seemed to be enjoying it too much to really be
convincing.
You talk about being in a zone; every
stroke was perfect and each one got a response from her. It felt as if my dick
could stay hard forever. Who knows what might happen after another hour of
hard, pile driving blows to her insides? Maybe she'd bust some blood vessels
and there would be crimson liquid all over the sheets and Shabaz, the
commandant, would be smiling and calling me her good dog. Fateena would be
begging for some of my cock in her asshole, as she had promised previously, and
even Shabaz would be asking for a little cock as well, even though she was busy
beating her victim so hard that Mrs. S was turning into a lump of bleeding raw
meat.
All good things must come to pass, and so
it was with this scene. Shabaz announced that it was time for the pain slut to
take the waters. Fausi or Fateena clapped her hands in excitement and nearly
suffocated her mother between her thick thighs. Then I remembered the teen's
comment about her mother taking her third
bath of the day and a follow-up douche. Now those things meant something all
together different than I originally thought. The girl and I had to half-carry,
half-drag her mother's bare body down the long hall that led to the main
bathroom which shortly would become a version of one of the torture rooms that
Mrs. Shalawadi had visited over and over as they made her do all manner of
humiliating, ugly and degrading things in their efforts to make her reveal the
location of her wealth.
( To be continued - jethro
jodhpur )
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