Twisted Teen Tales

                                    Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 41

                           Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (Part 8)

       For the next six weeks the Mallorys were kept extremely busy. Ralph and his wife seemed to be spending most of their off hours filling out paper work needed by the immigration authorities as well as Arnold Palmer high school to allow the Krishna twins to be admitted into the country and enrolled in the school. There were numerous long distance calls between the two families as well as the submission of more photographs of the twins "au naturale". They naturally were shared between the Mallorys and principal Nailer. It was no coincidence that on those days Niles Nailer received the photographs, his houseguest, the Mallory daughter Pamela, was kept awake almost the entire evening by his sexual demands.

       The twins were now sporting tits that filled and stretched their 38D bras to the limit. Nailer was slavering at the prospect of getting his hands on these two strumpets once they were enrolled in his school and under his thumb, so to speak. Sanjiv was so busy at work making sure that a number of Bollywood films would be finished on time and within budget, that he rarely had any time these days to enjoy his darling twins. That was fine with them since they were being kept extremely busy saying good bye to their many friends and lovers, not to mention a few of their favorite teachers, both men and women. In fact it was one of the teachers who arranged for them to become part of a tourist group going to America. At first Tara and Sanjiv were against the idea, until they learned that it was a swingers group that had connections with one that they too held membership. A few phone calls satisfied their concerns and so Sarita and Sundari were added to the group.

       Things were not going at all well with Pamela's rehabilitation. She was still an unreconstructed slut at school and even at Nailer's residence. His staff had been given carte blanche to discipline Pamela in any manner that they thought might improve her conduct. The slut spent more time in detention than in class. She became a fixture in the school's infirmary, where nurse Goodbody did her damndest to instill a sense of discipline by using her to validate various medical procedures and the like. The recalcitrant teen became a guinea pig for all sorts of enemas, diuretics, emetics and purges. Her urine, vomit and feces were collected and blended before being recycled through her body once or even twice more. One nasty side effect was her breath, which became foul. At Nailer's place she was gagged except when she was fed or had to suck cock, either his or one of his associates, who were a legion.

       The nurse also began to experiment on Pamela with drugs, which she got from sources that were very selective when it came to distributing their wares. Some prevented her from sleeping for days on end. Others gave her headaches and nausea. Worse yet were the hypnotic ones that made her see things that weren't there, scary things according to the way she would react. It was essential that she be restrained while taking this special class of drugs. One in particular was used on special occasions when she would be gangbanged. The nurse called it an idiosyncratic drug since it made the teen slut allergic to sex. In fact Pamela Mallory acted as if she was being covered with ants or spiders that were eating her flesh. It was necessary to restrain and gag her to prevent her from trying to bite or otherwise harm those having sex with her. Niles Nailer had a private stash of this wonder drug and used it on her for special occasions.

       Detention was mostly an after hours event for Pamela. She had a special place they took her, one away from other student offenders and those with prying eyes. It was located by the compressors that heated and cooled the building. This was a perfect place to completely muffle her screams and begging as they punished her for her various misdeeds. During the week, this was usually a daily event, unless the principal had something special planned for his "house guest". It featured a hook in the ceiling from which she could be hung while being whipped and beaten with various implements such as rubber hoses, lengths of cabling or a sawed-off broom handle. Often she would be fisted by the female teachers, who enjoyed the sound it made when their fists began pounding against Pamela's cervix. Her big tits were perpetually swollen and bruised from the attention those fun bags received from almost all the teachers.

       The room also contained a heavy wooden chair to which the troublesome teen was often strapped for some serious pain and suffering. Wires were attached to various portions of her naked body and connected to a switch with a variable resistance that coupled Pamela to the electric outlet. They could spend hours passing current through her body; changing the location of the wires every few minutes to vary the path the juice took. Naturally her genitals took the majority of the power, along with her big tits and tight asshole. Great care was exercised to avoid sending any power through her heart. The teacher who designed this system also understood its affect on the subject's body. This allowed them to slowly fry Pamela until she drooled, her eyes grew wide and staring and the stench from all the piss and fecal matter that was wrung from her body signaled she could take no more without serious consequences.

       The favorite of all the ladies was the whipping post, a gift from the school's wood shop class. It was designed so that Pamela was either standing with her shoulders on the platform, head down and legs parted. However many preferred her in the classic position, bent over to tighten the backs of her legs and make a more inviting target of her firm heart-shaped ass. This popular configuration was easily provided by simply removing the top of the tee cross to produce the classic simplicity of the early whipping stands. It was not unusual for the top-heavy teen to receive welts starting at the nape of her neck and moving down her back and ribcage. Then after a short rest to regain arm strength, the teacher would concentrate on that shapely ass, covering it from top to bottom and side to side with deep welts that often broke the skin. Then the cane, whip or crop would be used to torment her anal entryway, reminding her of what kind of slut she truly had become.

       

       Once this lengthy rest was finished, the backs of the teen's legs, especially the hollows behind her knees would be thoroughly whipped, often drawing blood. By then Pamela would be barely conscious, incapable of screaming or making almost any sound despite the terrible beating she was enduring. Every third day the troublemaker would be bent over the bar face up, so the front portion of her body could be whipped into a bloody froth to match her other side. Nailer liked to have this done perhaps a day or so before he had arranged a gangbang for the teen. It was always a very popular session, which never had any invitees absent.

       The weekend sessions involving the entire Mallory family lost their focus due to the fact that Pamela was almost always out of commission. She was either recovering from the brutal beatings and torturing she had absorbed during the week, or the drugs that the school nurse had pumped into her body. Then there were the round the clock gangbangs featuring dozens of angry young men and their girlfriends or spouses. There is nothing that can fire up a woman than to be made to watch her husband or boyfriend fucking the snot out of another woman, especially a big-titted teen with fairly good looks despite the welts and bruises that covered her entire body. Suddenly there were only a few days left before the Krishna twins were due to arrive on a connecting flight. There was no way that the Mallorys wanted to have Pamela around giving the teens a bad impression of Americans. Niles Nailer showed his class by magnanimously offering to continue housing and making sure that Pamela was properly disciplined. Now they owed him one, and he was determined to collect on it.

       Meanwhile a very tired and fucked-out set of Krishna twins was preparing to join a swingers club on a nearly twenty-four hour flight from Bombay to Los Angeles, counting layovers. They were not aware that their presence was being publicized as one of the features of this whorehouse on wings. Had Sarita and Sundari known what was expected of them on this daylong sex orgy, they might have backed out of the flight. However based on the tales that were told by the happy members of the swing club who actually got an opportunity to enjoy the flesh of these plump, buxom teens, they acquitted themselves with enthusiasm that was rarely seen in those so young. The twins were ensconced in first class as befit their status, but soon expanded their sphere of interest to those in the main cabin. Finally they even made the acquaintance of the six stewardesses, or were they part-time prostitutes, that also serviced the more than two hundred swinging passengers.

       They realized rather quickly that they were going to have to work for their seats in first class. They were awed by their stewardess, a tall, chocolate-skinned, buxom female with a shaved pubic mound, easily discernible through the sheer thong, which was her only covering. When she leaned over to let them know that they were not properly attired for takeoff, the twins fell in lust with her, and vowed to seduce her before they left the aircraft. In point of fact it was she who beat them to the punch, so to speak, seducing each during the nighttime portion of their flight when many of the revelers were resting from their exertions of the day. However their initial contact with this brown-skinned goddess was a bit embarrassing once they looked around at their fellow passengers.

       The men had stripped down to ultra brief jockstraps that were crammed full of hardening cock thanks to their female companions who were down to mostly thongs, and in some cases see-through bras fighting to contain their heavy cargo. The couples, many of which had joined together for the first time on this flight, were happily fondling each other's genitals and other erogenous areas that they could get to while seated and belted into their comfortable chairs. The red-faced twins quickly divested themselves of most of their clothing to the delight of the passengers surrounding them and the smiling stewardess, who licked her lips and made kissing sounds to them both. Sarita's eyes grew large when the tall, nearly naked female reached down and squeezed Sundari's bare tit and made the nipple harden in no time flat.

       How did the woman know that her sister was definitely bisexual, with a strong tendency towards members of her own sex? Although Sarita enjoyed a nice tonguing now and then, especially from her twin sister, cock excited her even more, especially ones that were long, thick and very hard, such as her father's. On the other side of the ledger, Sundari and her mother usually disappeared into Tara's bedroom for lengthy periods of time, especially when Sanjiv was distracted by work or the charms of another female. How he managed to juggle his wife, half-sister and any attractive female that hinted she was interested in joining him for a romp in the bedroom, was a mystery to the twins. Then when they came of age, a few years ago, he made room in his busy sex life for both, despite Sundari's leanings toward females.

       Things on board got very interesting when the head stewardess announced over the intercom that the raffle for access to the twins would take place once the aircraft reached its cruising altitude. They squealed with surprise and happiness, realizing that they would be kept very busy doing what they enjoyed doing during the flight. What they didn't know was when the other passengers disembarked at the various layovers of the trip to stretch their legs, they would remain on the aircraft, entertaining the flight crew consisting of the six stewardesses plus the cabin crew of three men, all well hung according to the sources that knew such things. This was only one of the many surprises that were sprung upon them as the flight progressed, bringing them closer and closer to America and its sexy teens, not to mention its sexier adults, such as the Mallorys and principal Nailer.

       While the aircraft climbed to altitude, with the passengers strapped into their seats, the twins began to masturbate in anticipation of what was going to occur once they were raffled off to the lucky swingers that won access to their tight cunts and even tighter assholes. They giggled, recalling the trip to the doctor a few weeks ago when he installed an IUD into each one to make sure that they didn't get pregnant while they were in America. Thanks to an understanding nurse, they were allowed to watch through the special peephole as their mother paid the good doctor by allowing him to use her tight bunghole. They were astonished at how easily Tara's bottom hole swallowed the doctor's long, thick prong that looked like a bar of steel once she was done sucking it to full hardness. They were told by the nurse that many of the doctor's female patients paid the same way, and she herself allowed him to use her bum whenever he was short on cash, or her boyfriend, who was married, couldn't take care of her needs. She even showed them her shaved crotch and suggested that they do the same before leaving the country, since many Americans had some kind of strange aversion to abundant pubic hair on a woman.

       It didn't take long for those around them to sniff the cabin air to detect the subtle aroma of wet pussy. By now the twins had their eyes shut as they fantasized over what was going to happen to them on the flight, and better yet, once they were in America attending high school. They were so busy pleasuring themselves that they failed to notice the flight attendant video taping their every movement as they got closer and closer to that magic goal of a great orgasm. It wasn't until the tape was played on the plane's movie screens that the swingers got a close up and very personal look at the twins getting themselves off. The applause and whistling finally penetrated through to the twins and they looked up to see themselves "jilling" away like the sex-crazed teens they truly were. Things got even more interesting when they looked around at their fellow passengers. Most of the men had their cocks out and were jacking them at a furious rate while their female companions had their hands buried between their thighs, milking as much pussy juice as they could wring from their swollen cunts. This flight was getting off to a great start, and it would only get better as they winged across the oceans and countries on their way to the exotic land of America.

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)