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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 )
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