Twisted Teen Tales

                              Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 55

                       Twin Teen Teasers -Indian Style (part 22)

       The impending arrival of the Krishnas with Harsha in tow proved to be too much of a challenge for Wilma Mallory.  It hurt her to the core, but just before they left for America she broke the bad news. It was impossible to provide space for them considering what was happening these days with her and Ralph.  Sanjiv took it in stride since his company allowed him two weeks stay at a hotel while he and his family moved into their new home located a few miles from the Mallory's place. Tara on the other hand considered it a great insult and was already making plans for revenge. The flight was relatively uneventful.  Sanjiv was exhausted from his efforts to make sure that all was accomplished before he left for his new assignment in America, and he slept nearly the entire time of the flight.

       Tara and Harsha took this opportunity to get better acquainted, moving from one subject to another as the miles flew by. It appeared that their relationship was going to be very smooth and pleasant. Harsha even confessed shyly that she was most attracted to Tara, who smiled and guaranteed they would have plenty of time together while Sanjiv and the twins were away at work and school. Tara had not yet broached the issue concerning Harsha's entrance into Arnold Palmer high. 

       The twins were still caught up in the wild world of American swingers, both organized and independent. They had decided that what happened at school was quite organized, and sex ruled. How else could almost every teacher, male or female, be constantly hunting their prey, be it teen girls or boys? What went on between students was heated, but totally disorganized and reeked of childishness at times. To date the only males that got them sexually excited were the brothers. This small group of black athletes and a few really bright students were truly the target for these oversexed Indian teens. To date they had been blown off whenever they made any type of overture.

       The twins had already made a significant impression on their peers at school. They caused an uproar in almost every class they attended and were on the way to setting records for detentions and other forms of discipline. There didn't seem to be any teachers, male or female, that weren't interested in trying to get their hands on these twin terrors for their own reasons extending from sadism to sex. Sundari seemed to be enjoying the company of a few of her female teachers who had two things in common. They were dedicated lesbians eager to bring her into their world, and strict disciplinarians. The Indian teen's bottom and tits bore plenty of evidence to the latter aspect of their personalities. Currently there was a contest of the wills as to which teacher would ultimately bring the teen into her exclusive orbit. Sundari, being quite unsophisticated, seemed to go along for the ride, as they said in America.

       It seemed as if Sarita was concentrating on seeing how many hours she could spend in detention. She didn't seem happy unless she was getting double detentions with fairly regular visits to off-site areas where no one could see the dirty, filthy things they did to her naked body. While her sister was the darling of the lesbian crowd, Sarita did her best to satisfy the sexual needs of all comers, men as well as women. Two of the school's female teachers had things going on with male teachers, both of them married with children. The plump, sexy Indian teen was often served up to them by these teachers as a special treat, to use as they sought fit. One would send most of his time beating and torturing the teen and only using her anus when he tired of punishing her. The other spent his time doing the teacher and Sarita, alternating his efforts and threatening to get Sarita pregnant if she didn't stop her antics in class. Fortunately both the twins had IUDs implanted before they left for the US.

       Sarita was also more than just a bit interested in the brothers. Soon she discovered that they had their pick of the upper-class female students of Arnold Palmer, and her chances of being accepted into their private pussy stock were slim. Currently the stock was entirely white, although there were rumors that a black teacher had for a time been pretty thick with the brothers, but had dropped out of that scene. There were two other members of the faculty that turned her on and so she dedicated her efforts to them. One was Mr. Avery, who taught one of her classes. He was rather old, but there was something about him that attracted and frightened her at the same time.

       The other was just out of college and had landed this assignment as his first position. He sort of reminded Sarita of a younger version of her father, and she wondered if he would do her if she gave him the opportunity. Almost every girl in his classes was hot for him, the more aggressive leaving their moist, musky panties, or nude pictures of themselves in his desk drawers along with notes promising him any form of sex he wanted as often as he could perform it with them. A few suggested threesomes, and one daring senior offered him access to both herself and her mother, who had recently divorced and was very eager for some good hot sex with a virile male.

       Unlike the other teachers, he refused to make a spectacle of the twins. Frankly most of the students were getting a bit bored with their exhibitions. Rumor had it that the teens were headed for some serious internal trouble involving the female students. They showed their age and naivety by ignoring the warning signs. After all, it seemed that most of the teachers were enjoying what they did to the girls. The first warning was the day that their clothing, usually stored in the nurse's quarters disappeared. It showed up the next day in ruins, turned into charred rags with a warning attached for them to start behaving or else. The twins redoubled their troublemaking and two things happened, both bad. Their clothing was once again stolen and returned in shreds, but to add to their problems they were waylaid in the girls room, not once but twice in the same day.

       The first time it happened during Ms. Lumpken's class. Both girls felt this overwhelming urge to pee and so they were escorted by a pair of monitors to the girls bathroom located on the top floor of the building. They hadn't realized that nurse Wilson doped the water they were given during their morning "pelvic examination".  The twins were stark naked and had their hands cuffed behind their backs. The moment they entered the large bathroom they knew they were in trouble. Standing there was a group of girls from other classes they had.

       In just a fraction of a minute they were grabbed and the pounding started. Knees found their cunts while hands grabbed and twisted their big tits and fingernails raked their brown skin leaving trails of blood behind. Hands and fists slammed into their faces, and any parts of their body available. Each twin was then forced to bob for turds that floated in every toilet in the bathroom. While they were sucking up the contents of each nearly over flowing toilet, others whipped their bottoms and legs with straps and then others took over and had a contest to see who could ram the broomsticks they carried the deepest into the twins' assholes. The moment the bell rang to announce the change of classes, the sodden twins were marched to their next class, still soaked and stinking from their encounters with the row of filled, bubbling toilets.

       They lasted less than one minute in the next class. The rather prissy teacher who had designs on Sundari refused to seat either, but did give Sundari a special detention at her place on Friday. That brought peals of laughter from the class and so they all got a detention for that day. This in turn only elevated the anger the class had for the twins. The stinking pair were marched to the principal's office and the stench brought Nailer out of his office in no time flat. He ordered the monitors to take them upstairs to the girls bathroom and clean them up. The wink he gave the monitors meant another long and very stressing workout was about to take place, and so it did.

       Poor Sundari swallowed so much filth she vomited until her insides hurt. The monitors followed orders and kept dunking her in the toilets until she passed out and tried to swallow the entire contents of one toilet in particular. When they finally let her up, the twin's face had turned white and her breathing had stopped. A few blows to the sternum made her puke up most of the mess and then she took batons in both her lower holes until she passed out from the pain of having her tender insides wracked with pain from the rough way they drove the wooden cudgels into her asshole and twat.

       Naturally the twins were headed for a lengthy detention that day and probably for the rest of the week. First however they needed to be cleaned up so they were presentable when they were moved into detention. This required some negotiating with Renate the PE teacher and a former live-in at Nailer's place. Although she was currently involved with another female schoolteacher in a very serious relationship, she couldn't help licking her lips at the sight of the plump teens. Rather than assign one of her "special" students to supervise their showering and cleaning, she decided to do the job herself, curious to see just how far she might be able to get with the twin Indian teasers.

       She accompanied Sundari first, having heard a great deal about this one being a favorite of the lesbian members of the faculty. Rumor had it that the little bundle of sexuality was being courted by two teachers, each trying her best to bring the girl into her orbit exclusively. Since the teen was still handcuffed, Renate had free reign and took advantage of the situation. She checked out her full, firm tits and was delighted at the way the nipples hardened once Renate began fondling them. Once she got the little imp cleaned off she began exploring her tight twat and discovered it wasn't as tight as it should be. Evidently both candidates had been using their favorite toys on her. It got very heated when she turned the teen around and began feeding her tongue into the little brown troublemaker's mouth. Sundari made no effort to resist; in fact she used her tongue on the PE teacher, which delighted her no end.

       After the shower Renate toweled Sundari until she was dry and her youthful pussy was drooling. That was not lost on the PE teacher who insisted that Sundari return the favor and dry off Renate, with her tongue. The teen was on her knees in the blink of an eye and that knowing tongue started at the seat of Renate's sexuality, her shaved pudenda. Sundari kissed, licked, smooched, tongued, sucked and nibbled on the juicy pussy that oozed a thick, tasty cream that Sundari lapped up as if she were a cat. Renate proceeded to have an all-world orgasm that made her knees wobble so much that she had to grab Sundari's hair to keep from collapsing onto the wet tiles. Now another candidate for Sundari had entered the lists and she could hardly wait to have some quality bedtime with this little troublemaker. Renate was so taken with her that she totally ignored her sister, despite her formidable charms. Life for the teen twin was getting more and more complicated and also more and more exciting.

       As luck would have it, Ralph Mallory had reached the end of his rope, so to speak. He had spent almost every hour of that long weekend wide awake thanks to some pills that he was forced to take every few hours. More than half the time he was securely fastened to the vertical wheel in the bedroom and the line of women eager to get at him never seemed to grow short. The rest of the time he was either in the bathroom having embarrassing things done to him, or out by the pool, his hard, drug-enhanced cock at the ready and constantly in use. There can be no doubt that the enormous amount of drugs that he was forced to ingest played a significant role in what took place at his office.

       At the start of this week at his former company, the workers decided he should be demoted in order to allow him to fully understand what it meant to be an underling. Immediately upon his arrival he was to strip to the skin except for the leather pouch that was deliberately one size too small for his genitals to fit comfortably. His hands were cuffed behind his back and each member of the firm used the paddle on his bottom, giving it ten whacks as hard as they could make them. To avoid drawing any attention from the nearby offices of other companies in the building, he was gagged with the foulest pair of panties that the group could produce, a contribution from a woman in her period. Unfortunately for poor Ralph he had been overused this weekend with a vengeance.

       The twins had been in and out of the place, and when they were there, Ralph's life was made even more miserable. They blamed him for their problems at school. After all it was his arrangement with the principal that brought down all the trouble on the twins when they started classes. At least that's what Pamela and her mother told them, and why would they want to lie? The rest of the women in the place would let the teens do almost anything they wanted to poor Ralph. Wilma's mother seemed to have a bottomless bag of tricks to keep her son-in-law under her thumb, and she loved to share them with the girls.

       Ralph's balls and cock were the main targets and the twins were merciless. After all, he seemed to have an endless supply of cum that they forced from his balls no matter how often he had already been milked to exhaustion. When both teens were home at the same time, Ralph wished for death and often they came close to satisfying his wish. One would work steadily on his balls and cock while the other made sure his tongue was busy scooping out all the creamy cum that the brothers had pumped into her so far this weekend. Sarita had finally had a breakthrough with the brothers and was undergoing a crash course in the care and feeding of her new masters. Sundari was also busy keeping various suitors for her body happy and involved whenever she took a break from humiliating Ralph Mallory.

       That weekend Pamela had invited a few of her girl friends over to help educate her father. These were big, well-fed specimens eager to show their stuff when it came to taming a member of the male species. They were not shy about kneeing him in the balls every chance they got. They took turns seeing who could squeeze his swollen balls until Ralph's eyes threatened to pop from their sockets and his face turned colors, usually ending in a pale blue just before he passed out. Of course they also checked out his cock for its ability to satisfy their needs, and some were very impressed, meaning even more pressure was brought to bear on his overworked prong and balls. Even those orange pills he took every day had limitations and when Ralph was finally limp, he paid an awful price ranging from whippings to near drowning in the downstairs toilet that never seemed to be flushed no matter how many times the ladies used it. Of course while he was underwater swallowing turds and sampling the types of piss added to the mixture, they reamed out his asshole with their monster dildos until he bled like a stuck pig. That was usually the sign to head for home and let someone else patch him up for more fun and games.

       Before the ladies took a break for some rest, they used a new device on Ralph as a disciplining tool to control his erections. They were quite unhappy with his morning erections, especially Wilma and Alice who enjoyed tormenting his hard tool first thing in the morning while Brenda was busy filling up the big enema bags with one of her special concoctions that usually made Ralph plead and vomit, in that order. Normally they collected his vomit, mixing it with their feces and urine in the blender and giving it to him for breakfast. It seemed to be working wonders as Ralph started to slim down almost immediately. The ladies at the office claimed it made him more docile, but had no affect on his ability to have ejaculations whenever they were required, which was considerable with so many needy women available.

       This treatment, used for the first time that wild weekend, employed a souped up version of a device that was claimed to provide more rapid responses to the user's needs. They started off by zapping his balls for ten minutes, then another ten minutes of zapping his cock, which normally was only semi-erect by this time of the evening or early morning. When this failed to change the situation, they resorted to zapping him first thing in the morning, but still got no noticeable new response. Actually the device was sending small amounts of electricity through his heart muscle and lungs.

       It was this that brought on his stroke that Monday morning at his office. It occurred while Nancy was sodomizing him in her office with one of the interns looking on to pick up some pointers. It was the intern who realized that Ralph was having some type of seizure and called emergency. The medics were too busy stabilizing Ralph to notice the signs of a very fresh beating that he had been given over the weekend by Brenda. She had started off with a rubber hose and then switched to a cane and nearly tore him to shreds before Alice of all people cautioned her that he was in serious danger of permanent injury. Brenda's response was to give Ralph a double enema of one of her most potent solutions. This put him into a semi-coma for almost an hour, which frightened them all. Whether this treatment was any factor in his subsequent stroke was moot.

       It was a somber principal Nailer who met the Krishnas at the feeder airport, their ultimate destination. The trio was exhausted and suffering from jet lag. Sanjiv was already worried about meeting his new boss, a strait-laced, middle-aged woman who had gone through two husbands and somehow raised her two girls to the point that one was in college and the other was working as her assistant in the four person office, now expanding to five with the arrival of the man from Bollywood. Tara was shocked to discover that her twins were nowhere to be seen. When the principal informed them that Ralph Mallory had been hospitalized with a stroke and his wife was at the hospital, waiting for word on his situation, they were aghast. Nailer quickly realized that the hot-looking Indian teenager was with the Krishnas, and his fertile imagination started to work. She'd make a nice addition to his rotating harem, possibly a replacement for the two-timing troublemaking twins who hardly gave him a sniff of their pussies, and would one of these days sorely regret that serious insult to his office and influence.

       While they waited for the baggage, Nailer explained that the twins were in class and then had some extracurricular activities that would keep them busy until well into the early evening. His explanation calmed Tara, but caused Sanjiv to arch his eyebrow in the direction of the principal. The men exchanged sly grins, recognizing each other for what they were, pussy hunters. These days Sundari had calmed down somewhat. The beatings she had taken were done by women who knew the sensitive spots on her plump but firm body. It didn't take her too long to realize that women were much meaner than men when they put their minds to it. Those beatings hardly ever left serious marks, but they stung for hours afterwards. Then the competition began for her affection and boiled down to three women. One quickly dropped out when her former lover, now poised to graduate, returned to her loving arms and fat dildo, promising to be her slave for the entire summer before she went off to a school well-known for attracting young women leaning strongly towards the lesbian persuasion.

       The beatings had employed straps, rubber hoses and an occasional wooden pointer when she strayed off the well-beaten path they wished her to walk. Once it was down to the two of them the heavy guns were brought into play. Beatings graduated to whippings, always done off-site after Sundari had been softened up with a rubber hose that left her muscles hurting afterwards for hours and a thick leather strap that marked her bare body with angry welts that never broke the skin. Whether she was the guest of honor at Ms. Lumpken's little house in a secluded section of town or Miss Connover's condo with a soundproofed room where she entertained lady friends and teenaged girls, Sundari was the center of attraction for all those visiting.

       Rarely did Lynne Lumpken have a visitor when she demonstrated a training exercise for Sundari. Usually her student was either on her back or belly, arms and legs spread wide and anchored to the bed's corner posts. Lynne would take her time undressing, delighted to be free of the confining dress suit that was her trademark at Arnold Palmer, plus her bra, garter belt, hose and shoes. Her students would have been amazed to know that she enjoyed wearing a thong, a different color for each day. Normally by the end of the day it was plastered like a second skin to her shaved cunt. The first time Sundari saw the teacher wiggle free of her clothing to reveal the soaked, red thong buried between her fat blood-engorged cunt lips, the teen's pussy got wet, very very wet. That was not wasted on Ms. Lumpken, who rewarded her charge with some fast tongue that made Sundari see clouds and stars all at the same time, just before the big orgasm, the first of uncounted ones that took her closer and closer to the lesbian life style.

       Plentiful pain and some pleasure were the dictates of Ms. Lumpken's teachings. Hardly a square inch on the teen's body was free of some mark or other. Her bottom was covered with welts by the dozens that never seemed to heal. In truth there were layers of welts from the whippings she took for her errors and missteps. To be seated for even a few minutes was an exercise in discipline itself. Her firm tits were crisscrossed with deep welts from the thin studded strap that Lynne Lumpken favored when it came to punishing them for some misdeed or another. The same weapon was used regularly on her pouting pudenda to make her realize that it was not something to be used for pleasure by men.

       The pleasure associated with her teacher's tongue and lips more than made up for the most severe whippings, even those that left her cunt closed for business for periods up to two days. As time passed even the probing of Ms. Lumpken's hard rubber toys gradually turned her responses from escape to welcome. She would never forget that late evening romp when Mistress Lynne, her favorite title in those days, was using her favorite dildo greased from tip to base on Sundari's weeping cunt, going deeper with every other stroke. The orgasm that was lurking deep inside Sundari's body broke its chains and roared unchecked through her entire body. Sundari remembered most, but not all, as she swooned and had to be revived by a badly shaken Lynne Lumpken. That was a pivotal moment as it cinched her relationship with the older lesbian.

       Sundari had reasons for continuing her less than private relationship with Miss Connover. The younger woman was quite attractive and very interested in training Sundari to meet her tastes. Unlike her rival, she depended upon water in all its forms to discipline and guide her youthful student in the Sapphic arts. The plump teenager shed the pounds from the special diet and enemas that were lovingly administered every time she visited her beautiful, blonde teacher. The teacher even went so far as to arrange meetings with one of her nursing friends who was expert at water procedures that were used to reduce the weight of obese patients at the private clinic where she worked. Soon Sundari found herself being bloated with water until her belly was so large she could barely draw breath. To wile away the time that she had to retain these huge quantities of water, the nurse and Miss Connover would make her focus on the pleasure that they provided with their tongues and lips when they weren't seeing how far up her tight, young cunt they could get their fists.

       To keep her firm tits from losing size or shape from the drastic diet she was undergoing, the nurse injected those solid melons with a special solution that replaced the lost fat with a less dense material. Even her schoolteachers were astonished at the way her body had changed so quickly. Sundari began to look like a porn star with her narrow waist, big tits and a butt that was shapely and perfectly matched to the rest of her taut body. Miss Connover became very popular with the lesbians in the surrounding towns. Soon Sundari found herself the center of attraction when as many as four or five visitors would join her mentor as she was trained in the Sapphic arts. The number and force of her orgasms grew quickly from all the attention she was getting from women who were experts in these erotic arts. It finally got to the point that Sundari was forced to make a choice between staying either with her real family due to arrive in a few days, or one of the two rivals for her affections. She was still deciding when they arrived.

                           (To be continued - rolf palsy)