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Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 43
Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 10)
Back in the good old USA, Niles Nailer was beginning to regret his choice of Pamela Mallory as his bedmate and all-round sex toy. She remained an unreconstructed slut and he despaired of changing her until next summer when once again she'd be a member in good standing at Camp Fukalot. He would have sworn that the current regimen would have killed or cured her by now, but no, she was still the same old ball buster he thought he had cured last summer. It had gotten so bad that he didn't bother to beat Pam when she was dropped off after her regular double detention, the teen's naked body decorated with fresh welts, bruises and burns from her day at school.
Even the nurse, who was a confirmed lesbian, wanted nothing to do with this ingrate. For weeks she had spent her own time, prior to the official start of school, eating Pamela until her tongue and lips were sore and chapped. Add to that the array of sex toys she brought from home to use on the big-breasted teen, and you had a very angry and frustrated school nurse. She had gone so far as to get the principal's permission to have the teen stay over at her place on at least one night during the school week. That evening she'd have the cream of the lesbian crop joining her to sample the charms of the recalcitrant teen, and do their best to convince her of the error of her ways.
Despite the efforts of the best pussy eaters in the area, she proved to be straight no matter how many tongues wiggled in and out of her every orifice. Her big tits had been licked, kissed, sucked, squeezed and fondled. They had been injected with drugs to make her lactate. They'd been rubbed with fresh nettles from the nearby woods to make them swell and weep. They had even been passed through a set of wooden rollers that flattened those fun bags for hours. Naturally for that little scene she had been gagged with a pair of piss soaked panties provided by a bull dyke who kept threatening to kidnap Pamela and turn her trained dogs loose on her.
It seemed to Pam that her pussy and asshole were reamed out by miles of dildos made of rubber, plastic and even composite materials. Their length ranged from eight to eighteen inches, most of which soon found their way inside her body via one of Pam's three major entrances. Her pussy and asshole were stretched to the limit by massive tools up to three plus inches across. Some of the ladies were body builders; a few worked as strength coaches or in ladies gyms. They were collectively in terrific shape and quite capable of moving long, thick pieces of plastic and rubber past the toughest sphincter muscles and through the tightest pussies. The slutty teen soon discovered that her holes could accommodate bigger items than they'd ever had within them previously.
Still she remained straight, a source of frustration to the ladies who labored diligently to convert her to the true path for love and orgasms. In short, nothing worked, and that made Nailer a very unhappy camper. With only a few days to go before the arrival of the twins, he became so desperate that he even asked for help from Renate, who was now shacked up with a lesbian lady at least ten years older than she. When his former live-in lover turned him down, he despaired.
He toyed with the idea of returning the teen to her parents, in hopes that her arrival would throw a money wrench into their plans for the Krishna twins. The more he thought of it, the better it sounded. The very next day he had Pamela Mallory expelled from Arnold Palmer high school for unacceptable behavior. With the help of the nurse he had the teen drugged to eliminate any inhibitions that might have remained hidden in her whorish brain. Out of the closet they came during her morning classes. In the first she stripped off her clothing and danced naked in front of the shocked class who applauded wildly. Some of the more aggressive boys asked her for a lap dance and only the fact that the bell rang prevented her from taking them on for free. The teacher, who had been briefed about this exhibition in advance, had taken the liberty of bringing her digital camera with her. Within minutes after the class ended, she had loaded over two dozen photographs featuring a very naked Pamela Mallory onto the Internet.
A pair of hall monitors took a naked Pamela Mallory down to the infirmary. She was strapped down to the examination table after a struggle and given an enema consisting of sweet wine, the high-octane stuff that the winos loved to guzzle. After letting her absorb enough alcohol to make her so drunk she could barely stand, she was injected by the nurse with additional drugs that made her more boisterous and forward. They covered Pamela's naked body with her tight fitting dress, restrained her with handcuffs and marched the addled, teen tramp to what proved to be her last class ever at Arnold Palmer high school.
The big-titted teen had the hots for Mr. Swatter and before these latest escapades, was a frequent attendee at his detention sessions. He paid her no heed, which only made her more determined to capture his attention. She would deliberately cause trouble in his class, which meant the cane later that day. This soon became the ultimate insult to her efforts to seduce him. He would choose one of his female monitors to administer the caning while Pamela, naked as a jaybird, was strapped to a padded sawhorse. Ten of the best would have her sobbing, her body quivering from the pain that radiated from her welted ass cheeks. All she ever got from him afterward was a curt request to stop behaving like a tramp, which is what she was.
The monitors seated the teen in the front row and she immediately spread her legs wide and began inching her short dress up to reveal her shaved pussy. For her trouble she was asked to stand and come to his desk. He removed her dress, using scissors, to discover that she was naked beneath it. The class began to chatter and a few made obscene suggestions for what her punishment should be. He pushed the naked teen across his desk and pulled off his belt. At his request two of the strongest girls were asked to assist him by holding Pam down across the desk while he whipped her bare body with his belt. It was a struggle but after a few dozen blows, Pamela Mallory began to sob. That only increased his anger and he laid the leather to her back, ass and legs until she looked like an old-fashioned barber pole. A number of the students took this opportunity to take additional pictures of the big-titted punchboard getting the tar beaten out of her. Like the earlier photos, these too found their way onto the Internet. So ended Miss Pamela Mallory's Arnold Palmer high school career, but she still was slated for camp Fukalot for the summer, in hopes yet for her rehabilitation.
Sarita and Sundari were given an hour to rest, not out of concern or sympathy for what they had experienced, but due to the need for the entire crew to prepare for their first landing. The flight crew was especially irritated by the failure of the cabin crew to leave a window of opportunity for them to meet the teen twin teasers. Now it would be many hours until such an opportunity would present itself once more. To make it more daunting, it would be in full daylight no less. Little did Sarita and her sister realize that the flight crew were already in the process of having a prank played on them while they were on the ground and the plane was refueled, restocked and took on more cargo. The landing was uneventful, but to their surprise, the twins were required to leave the aircraft with the rest of the passengers. Things got even more mysterious when they were asked by two uniformed airport policewomen to accompany them for a debriefing of sorts. One of the cabin crew came by and spoke to the two women, then told the twins there was a minor mix up with their tickets and visa papers. She smiled and quickly added not to worry, for it would all be made right rather quickly. Greatly relieved, the twins went with their escorts to another area within the rather small airport.
They innocently followed the two women into a large room featuring an open shower, toilet and an examining table that looked very much like the one used by the doctor who gave them their checkup before leaving for the US. The only difference was the thick straps attached to this one. It was what was hanging from the wall that made the twins gasp. There were a number of enema bags and some strange looking attachments that they'd never seen previously. They jumped when one of the women ordered them to remove their saris so they could be searched for drugs and other contraband they might be attempting to smuggle into the country. The teens were stunned and slow to respond to the order. One of the police stepped forward and yanked at Sundari's sari, unwinding it to reveal her naked body. The other said something in her native tongue causing the other to laugh mirthlessly. Sarita was now confronted with a grim faced policewoman pointing a baton at her as she ordered the twin to strip and be quick about it.
The twins were in a state of shock and were easily restrained, their hands cuffed behind their backs. They were made to spread their legs and lean forward against the table, facing each other. The teens grunted and gasped as their private parts were pulled and twisted by their captors. Then Sarita let out a scream as something hard and thick split open her cunt mouth and began moving purposefully up her birth canal. Sundari joined the screaming as she too felt an invasion of her private parts. The guards were using their wooden batons to search the teens' pussies for drugs or precious stones, but found nothing. They smacked the butts of their prisoners; ordering Sundari onto the table and making her sister enter the open shower located above the grating in the floor.
Both soon were taking large enemas, Sarita bent at the waist under the shower head, while her sister's bowels were being filled by a second large bag hooked to a stand by the table. Soon both teens were groaning and gasping as their bellies began to round and grow. The woman handling Sundari began manipulating her clit and watched her face relax and felt her pubic mound thrust upwards to increase the contact with her genitals. She said something to her companion that brought laughter from them both. Now Sarita's vulva was being stimulated by her captor, but she was not at all thrilled by this intrusion into her private parts. She was rewarded shortly afterward by a vigorous slap to her bottom and some more of that foreign language that made the other laugh and only increase her stimulation of Sundari who appeared to be approaching an orgasm.
To say Sundari's orgasm was cataclysmic would have been an understatement. She strained against the straps and actually loosened some of them from their moorings. Her eyes looked as if they were about to pop from their sockets and her big tits heaved and fell rapidly as the orgasm ran through her plump body like a freight train. All the while her intestines continued to suck in the contents of the red rubber enema bag attached by the hose to her asshole. Then she squirted, her pussy seeming to shrivel for a second before releasing a cloud of amber colored liquid into the air. The policewoman thought for a moment that it was piss, but the smell belied that possibility. Then Sundari squirted a second and third time, releasing not as much as that first burst, but still soaking her lower body from thighs to her widespread knees.
All Sarita was capable of doing was groaning as her stomach swelled and her intestines filled to capacity and then the remaining water sought other places to fill within her bloated body. Then abruptly the enema nozzle was yanked from her asshole and she was told to squat down and empty her enema into the grating beneath her shaking body. She managed to get enough of that mess splashed upwards that her lower body was befouled. The teen realized what had happened and despite her circumstances, she was mortified. It was astonishing to her when the policewoman leaned over and kissed her on the lips, her tongue worming its way into the teen's mouth. Without thinking, Sarita responded passionately and for a brief moment she understood what lesbian love was all about.
Poor Sundari was forced to remain plugged, her roiling intestines sending painful messages to her brain for relief, but none was forthcoming until her twin was finished at the grating. While Sundari voided her enema, the policewomen cleaned up her sister, freed her from the handcuffs and allowed her to put on her sari. They smiled, caressed her face and told Sarita that she and her sister were the victims of a prank played on them by members of the flight crew who were unhappy they did not have access to them on the first leg of the flight. They added that she and her sister should go out of their way to adequately satisfy the needs of the fight crew on the next leg and give them whatever they wished when it came to things sexual. This plus numerous kisses and fondling assured the twin that there had been no malice intended towards she or her sister, and so Sarita responded in kind. Twenty minutes later the twins exited the room and were escorted by their new friends to the gate where they boarded the plane and resumed their flight to the US, that land of exotic places and strange customs.
(To be continued - rolf palsy)
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