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Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 39
Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 6)
She mistook the removal of the dental fixture as an act of kindness; nothing could be further from the truth. Tara's attempts to speak were unsuccessful, and no one made any attempt to alleviate her discomfort by giving her water. This time she was placed on a rough wooden bench, her legs spread and tied to one end with rope that scratched her skin. Suddenly she realized her fate as the first woman lifted her sari and presented her hairy pubes for Tara to lick. It was the same approach as previously, the oldest went first and then moved down the age scale to finally reach the few teenagers, including that hateful demon from hell. Some just wanted her to lick them; the leader of the group decreed that one hundred passes of Tara's tongue was the minimum. In the case of the older women, another hundred could be added if they so desired.
This was only part of her punishment for this round. Wet strips of leather were noosed around her tits, cinched tight and tied off once they were sure that the cries of agony from the victim were authentic. It did not take too long for the blood circulation to be significantly reduced, causing her to lose any feeling in those big breasts that Sanjiv so enjoyed fondling and sucking when his hard cock wasn't drilling away inside either her cunt or that tight asshole. Hour after hour Tara's sore tongue and split lips were kept busy on the various cunts offered for her attention. The older women were quite demanding, opportunties such as this did not come very often. Some of the older crowd were suffering from various minor ailments that added some flavor to their dripping pussies and made Tara sick to her stomach on numerous occasions.
Time passed slowly and Tara lost track of it; her existence measured by the cunts she cleaned and sucked. More than once the extra hundred licks and often more were called for by an unhappy woman who felt that the new bride was not properly respecting her age and position in the family hierarchy, of which she was now a member. Occasionally one of the older women would need to relieve herself, her plumbing not what it once was. Then Tara would swallow the acrid offering and the tall leader would make sure that every drop settled in her belly. Despite her acute thirst and dehydration, some urine did flow into her bladder and after nearly a day she had to relieve herself. Seconds after she began pissing onto the earthen floor, the tall woman ordered her to stop so it could be collected for her to swallow.
A new sensation intruded into her consciousness. She felt fingers and then hands playing with her vulva and then entering her cunt. Soon it began to dominate her awareness. Then the pinching began, first her cunt lips and then the insides of her thighs. Something larger was now trying to enter her cunt, and the pinching became more intense and painful. Still there were those cunts being pressed to her mouth and demanding her full attention, which was not possible. She began to have difficulty drawing breath, and it intensified until she was in a panic. Whatever it was had now breached her cunt mouth and was working its way up her birth canal. The feeling of fullness was slowly turning into a dull ache which soon changed to a sharp pain as that lump went further and further into her tight, dry tunnel.
To add to her terror, Tara suddenly realized that she had absolutely no feeling in her tits, none at all. She couldn't remember the last time she'd even seen their outline, since she had been so overwhelmed by the demand that one pussy after another put on her tongue, mouth and lips. Now her lips were numb, except for small areas where there were deep cracks from the lack of water and the harsh surfaces they had met. Her only consolation was the type of cunt she was now servicing, a sign that she had handled the majority of the women of the family. Something new was being added to the list of demands coming from the group. Now after she had finished satisfying the pussy locked to her mouth, instead of it being replaced by another dripping maw, she was kissed passionately and her benumbed tongue nipped by sharp teeth. This pain was just another one of many that she was trying to endure without going insane. All this time, that lump continued to plow ahead, searching for her cervix. Had she known just how many women were waiting their turn to fist her into a world of pain, Tara might have given up the ghost and surrendered to insanity.
Why the doctor chose this particular moment to check up on the patient will always remain a mystery, but it may have saved Tara. A cursory examination unearthed a variety of physical problems that if left alone would certainly have caused some significant long term damage to Tara's body and ability to bear children. When she shined her flashlight on the young bride's tits she gasped at their condition. Tara also got her first look at them and became hysterical. They had nearly doubled in size, turned an sickening blue-black color and the skin was waxy looking, a sign that ruptured blood vessels were imminent, or already happening. The physician ordered that Tara's tits be loosed from the strangling grip of the wet leather strips that by now had disappeared into the bloated flesh that composed her tits. She cautioned the group about too much fisting and its consequences, and put Tara's tits off limits for any further abuse. Just before she closed her medical bag, she remarked that Tara had been under their discipline for nearly thirty-six hours, an inordinate amount of time for such a ritual. She made a joke that their husbands would be quite eager for their company and the tales they would tell about what they did to Sanjiv's new wife, whether they be true or not. That brought laughter from the assembled group of women, but no promises for mercy towards Tara.
As she was leaving, they cut away the constricting leather strips and blood began circulating into those swollen bags of flesh once more. It did not take long for the first sensations to begin. Fortunately for the women a young, strong cunt was glued to Tara's mouth when the first shrill cry passed through her cracked, dry lips. It would be followed by louder and more frequent screams as more and more feeling was restored to her aching tits. Meanwhile another young woman had formed a fist and was working it deep into Tara's twat, moving from side to side to stretch the tight tunnel it was traversing. Others were still pinching and scratching her bare body, moving from her thighs to the ribcage. One woman had even managed to get a firm grip on one of Tara's ears and was seeing if she could tear or twist it from her head.
Within an hour after the doctor left, only the hard core members of the group remained. Most of them were young, many still teenagers. Some had hoped that they might be chosen by Sanjiv to be his wife. Others were merely jealous of Tara's good fortune. All were still dedicated to bringing as much pain and suffering to the new bride as they could imagine and she could endure. Numbered among them was the little demon who had begun tormenting Sanjiv's wife even before the women were given the opportunty to "welcome" her into the family. Now she took her turn to tease and torment her victim as she writhed against the bonds that held her helpless in this antechamber to hell.
The little imp deliberately chose to straddle Tara in a way that allowed her to use her knees to squeeze the bride's agonizingly sore tits, which due to their size spilled onto her ribcage. She leaned forward and began slapping Tara's face with hard blows that rocked her head from side to side. Soon the other members of the group began to chant and clap in unison with the landing of each blow. There was no way for Tara to protect herself from this vicious assault. It got worse when the teen tired of slapping her victim's face and instead grabbed her by the ears and began yanking those fragile parts to their limit, sometimes twisting them into contorted shapes when nothing else got a response. However when she began pounding Tara's head against the earthen floor, cooler heads prevailed and pulled the teen off her victim. The tall woman finally pronounced the session to be at an end, much to the disappointment of those who had missed another opportunity to torture Tara.
The bride was in no condition to walk, so a quartet of teenagers carried her battered body over to where the doctor waited. The woman was quite vexed by the condition of Tara's tits and her delicate ears that were now swollen to more than twice their normal size. She minced no words, stating that she intended to make sure that Sanjiv was made aware that some of the younger women had taken far too much advantage of his helpless wife. The leader of the women who had participated went out of her way to name the little imp as the prime cause of many of Tara's injuries such as her bruised face and swollen ears, not to mention her badly skewed cervix which would take many months, if ever, to return to its natural state.
Hours later the little demon from hell was delivered to Sanjiv. She was stark naked and tied hand and foot, her mouth stuffed with chunks of salt, held in place by a filthy rag tied around the lower portion of her face. Her pert tits had been noosed with wet leather strips, the same type as used on poor Tara. However the ends were joined behind her bony back and kept tight by a wooden dowel that could be twisted to increase the strain on her still maturing tits. A small tree limb stripped of its leaves, but not the bumps and knobs, had been driven into her tight, young cunt, causing some interior damage as evidenced by the bloodstains on the protruding hunk of wood.
The timing of her arrival had been ideal. He was recovering from his latest coupling with the full-figured fifteen year-old, and wondering whatever possessed him into actually marrying Tara. Her younger sister, all of thirteen, was now busy sucking the combination of his cum and her sister's menstral flow from the teen's pussy.Meanwhile the middle one, a distant cousin to the other two, was starting to suck Sanjiv's cock in hopes that he would soon be ready to take her once more. The sight of that demon from hell who had done such damage to his bride made Sanjiv lose interest in sex for the moment. As it turned out, he was very familiar with the youthful teenager, since they had the same father.
He sent away those who had brought her, telling them he would take care of this matter personally. No sooner had they left, when he stepped over to where the young teenager was and began kicking her, not particularly concerned about where his foot struck. She desperately tried to escape his wrath by rolling her bound, bare body away from him, but he followed her as if she were a large soccer ball and landed one devastating blow after another to her upper body, many catching her swollen tits squarely. He cornered her and began stomping on her body, aiming for her cunt and making a few direct hits that made her jackknife her body in agony hoping to protect herself from further damage. Then he landed a blow to her temple, knocking her unconscious. His three consorts were huddled together, shaking in fear at his terrible outburst. He caught a glimpse of them and that seemed to calm him down somewhat.
Little did they know that the senseless teenager was his half-sister; that information was to remain private unless she was foolish enough to reveal it to them. All they were told was this teenager had done serious harm to his bride and now she would be suitably punished for it. He gave them the option of leaving while he made this terrible person pay for her misdeeds, or stay and assist him in this endeavor. Naturally they accepted the latter option, excited at the prospect of witnessing his rage being carried out upon her. While they waited for the girl to recover consciousness, his three companions took turns sucking his cock and licking his balls.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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