Twisted Teen Tales

                           Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 60

                        Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 27)

       It's been approximately a month since the return of their parents and the subsequent breakup that left Sanjiv alone while his soon to be ex-wife returned to her home and extended family.  The twins and Harsha remained to complete their education and keep Sanjiv company whenever they thought he needed any. Niles Nailer, now effectively their foster parent, made sure that the twins toed the line both at his home and the school. These days the twins were now bearing the brunt of continuous after school detention sessions sometimes lasting until late in the evening. Usually the very special sessions extended further to either Niles Nailer's residence or Mrs.Lumpken's home. Then it was a quick shower and into bed, where their host or one of his many friends awaited them. Weekends were even more stressing as they faced the wrath of Wilma and Pamela Mallory, plus Wilma's mother, Brenda, and her youthful lover, Alice, the school principal and his coterie of frustrated teachers of both sexes, as well as whoever else had been invited to enjoy the fun. Sanjiv rarely attended these orgies of sex and violence since he had an arrangement with his supervisor that involved sexually satisfying her and discipling her teenage daughter.

       The punishment that the teens absorbed daily was awesome. However the pain and humiliation were carefully doled out to avoid exhausting or physically harming them. Niles Nailer had personally declared in writing that the Krishna twins were to be given special treatment, and his edict was  followed to the letter by every teacher. During classes the twins were always naked, their cunts stuffed with the fattest dildos that could be found. A pair of special seats was located in the front of each class so the teacher could keep a sharp eye on them. Rarely were any members of the class late, since then they would miss Sarita and Sundari being forced to literally sit on a pair of long, thick, electrified, metal cylinders covered with rounded studs. Having nine plus inches of live metal pressed deep into their tight assholes almost guaranteed that the twins would not be a distraction to the class. Still, this did not prevent the more sadistic teachers from giving the twins a few good jolts to keep them focused. One teacher went so far as to reward the better students in her class by letting them send electricity through the gagged twins. Despite their muffled screams, it was obvious from their body language just how much pain they were enduring. This was child's play when compared to what they took after class.

       Students from the metal, wood and electrical shops contributed their ideas for ways to make the Indian teasers wish they had never left their native land. The wood shop produced a number of fixtures designed to hold the twins in various positions for the whippings and other punishments they were given almost every day. It was Nailer's rule that only he could allow back-to-back days of whippings for the twins. To date Sarita had suffered three days in succession once. Sundari had endured two rule violations, both back to back only. Naturally the favorite targets on the twin teasers were their bottoms, tits and pussies. Any decent whipping, no matter what was used, almost always addressed the three main targets, with a little touch up on other regions that looked neglected.

       It seemed that each teacher involved in disciplining the twins used a different device. Mr. Avery, the oldest teacher at the school, used his trusty bamboo cane brought over from England over forty years ago, and still in excellent condition. To watch him cane one of the twins was to watch a craftsman at work. First he'd check the ropes holding the malcontent's bare body. He had his own assistants, the cream of the crop from his classes, in attendance. It was they who made sure that the ropes really dug into the plump flesh of the twin. She'd hang from her bound wrists, legs spread apart and anchored to ring bolts in the floor by roround her ankles, making almost every square inch of her naked body available for pain and punishment.

       It would begin innocently enough as the assistants, all male but one, started touching and then poking at her firm tits, plump bottom and the bare cleft that had the look of an open wound at times. Her pussy called out to be manipulated until it flowed a rich, creamy pussy fluid that was tasty and according to many, had almost magical powers when used as a part of the seduction process. Mr. Avery had lost count of the number of female students he had successfully seduced by this particular technique. It was the female assistant who had the pleasure of inserting her middle finger deep into the sinner's cunt and wiggling it around to sample what lurked inside. She'd remove the glistening digit and hold it aloft to show what it had collected. Then with a knowing grin she'd suck her finger clean and smack her lips. She does so want to have this dusky sex goddess under her spell even for only one night of passion and pain.

       Now it would be Mr. Avery's turn to prepare his meat for the cooking, one of his favorite sayings, just before he began to whip the devilment from his victim. He'd start by kneading the teen's firm bottom, searching for the remnants of the last beating he dealt out to her. It was usually no more than four days since the last encounter, so he easily found the traces of his work beneath her pebbling skin. He'd lay at least a dozen of the best across those plump cheeks for openers. He secretly dreamed of that one special time when those rounded firm hams would take forty strokes uninterrupted. That was his physical limit, but it never failed to cause the troublemaker great suffering and make a serious effort to remain on his good side, such as it was. Now he'd fondle her firm, young and amazingly still maturing breasts, squeezing and pinching the pliant flesh, then twisting those stiff nipples until she gasped from the pain, always a good sign. They are bruised from a more recent beating delivered by one of the women, probably using a pointer or even a sawed-off broom handle. He mentally calculated that these ripe melons were capable of taking the cane perhaps a dozen times, straight across and from top to bottom. She'll have to be gagged he decides. The last time he whipped her breasts she made such noise as to draw attention to his efforts. Mr. Avery is not comfortable when drawing an audience of his teaching peers.

       He beckoned to his aides and pointed at the crevice between the teen's plump ass cheeks. They grinned and quickly produced the duct tape required to keep those buns spread wide to expose that winking brown eye. The disobedient student began to offer Mr. Avery anything if only he won't hurt her sore "brownie" with his cane. She had experienced this punishment once before and knew how terribly painful it would be. The victim cannot even imagine having that badly swollen region forced open over and over to accommodate the entry of those horrid electrified metal rods that are buried deep within her bowels at the beginning of each new class. She receives no mercy as her mouth is stuffed with a filthy rag that has been soaking in some toilet for the better part of the day and then kept in place by more of that duct tape. Tears roll down her cheeks as she resigns herself to what shall soon follow. There remains one more cruel surprise and one that almost sends her off the brink into insanity.

       Mr. Avery pulls her cunt lips wide apart and gazes into the pink interior. All she can do is stare down at him as he pokes and prods her most intimate area. When his rough thumb begins rubbing her clitoris, the little nubbin reacts mindlessly, swelling and becoming rapidly erect. She cannot believe her ears when he orders that her cunt lips be spread and held wide by more of the duct tape. He intends to use the cane to punish the interior of her still maturing pussy. She cannot understand this level of cruelty as a penalty for merely wiggling her naked body to gain some relief from the thick cylinder that stretched her anal passageway to its limit. He took offense at her bald-faced attempt to draw attention to herself and disrupt his class. He would not brook such impertinence, and so here she is, trussed and helpless, being prepared for the most singularly brutal experience of her young life.

       Two of his assistants work at preparing her cunt for the cane, carefully taping her cunt lips wide apart to reveal the maximum area of pinkness for him to savage. She winces and starts crying as they attach the tiny clips to her inner lips, the jaws eating into the tender flesh. They are anchored to her inner thighs by more tape. Mr. Avery personally reviews their work and nods in satisfaction. Unfortunately there is more for his aides to do before the first stroke of the cane descends on her helpless body. She shudders in terror as they raise her breasts so the tack strips can be taped to her chest wall. Now each breast sits uncomfortably on two rows of blunted tacks, fourteen in all that run from one edge to the other on each firm mound of flesh. This is a new torment and she is terrified at the thought of having those hellish points driven deep into the bottom of her breasts by the cane.

       He stands in front of her and surveys that naked body, ready for the cane. He often dreams of having this one as his own personal sex slave, to do with as he wishes. In his fantasies her bare body is always covered from neck to ankle with fresh welts, some raised, others open wounds. Her cunt is perpetually swollen shut from the perfect application of his cane to that wanton cleft, but his cock is always hard enough to split it and work its way deep into that tortured tunnel, wet with her juices and eager for his seed. He remembers the stories he heard from his grandfather, who served in India for over twenty years and had

native "servants", mostly female, to handle his household chores since he was separated from his dear wife for years at a time. In his world the "wogs" were beautiful but ignorant savages who satisfied his sexual needs in many exotic ways almost alien to what was considered acceptable in polite society.

       He made it his business to always have an extremely youthful sex partner, often the child of one of his other servants, no younger than thirteen, in keeping with the local protocol. He often bragged that he had sired dozens of these savages during his stay in India. His happiest memories was having a very young mother, no more than in her mid-twenties and her thirteen-year-old daughter as his servants for about six months. They were a source of immense entertainment for him, both day and night. The mother was plump and buxom, breasts round and firm. Her daughter was already quite well developed for her age as well. While he was on duty, the pair cared for his house and possessions. When he was home, they cared for him, obeying his every wish.

       Naturally sex was his greatest need and so sex was what he received from her. The woman needed some training and the cane before she became sufficiently adept at relieving his tensions after a hard day working to keep order in this strange, exotic land. He insisted that she and her daughter remove all their clothing the moment he entered the home and remain that way until he left for his duty the following day. All that brown rounded flesh only added to his need for sex, and so he decided that the daughter should begin training as well. It took days of caning the mother before her child finally acquiesced to his demands. Now things settled down into a delightful routine with the two of them taking turns sucking his cock until he squirted into one or the other's mouth.

       He set about seeing what the limits might be for his two sex slaves. The approach that generally succeeded was to use the love and devotion of one to ultimately have her perform whatever sordid act he was forcing upon the other. Once this was accomplished, it was a simple matter to reverse the process and have both performing the same act. The mother resisted all civil attempts to allow the master to use her bottom for sex. That forced his hand that now held a cane. He began to cane the mother in her daughter's presence every other day, giving her ten of the best to start and graduating by two each time until she was taking twenty of the best and her welted, bleeding bottom showed the effort he was expending.

       Each session the daughter would plead with her mother to allow him to use her as he wished, fearing that any further caning would cripple the woman for life. The mother persisted in resisting and her bottom was soon unrecognizable. By now she was restrained for her disobedience and subsequent punishment, the naked woman bent over the arm of one of the overstuffed chairs, wrists bound tightly and anchored to the collar around her neck. To hold her in position, he roped her ankles tightly to the chair's legs. Her screams now brought tears to her daughter's eyes as the cane slashed her bleeding rump to ribbons. The day he announced that the woman would now have her breasts caned since her bottom was too numb to feel further pain, the daughter begged him to use her for bottom sex. It was as he planned.

       He buggered the girl every evening just before he retired. He was merciless, treating her as if she was a seasoned prostitute. It wasn't long before the mother interceded, begging him to use her bottom as well. It was then he suggested that she consider a new way of sexually satisfying him, and so it went for many months. By then both servants could and did perform every depraved act he had ever dreamed for a female to do. They did them well including the ultimate act involving the pair making love to each other as he watched and tried to decide which would take care of his needs once they finished their performance. Unfortunately he received a promotion that sent him to another city, hundreds of miles away from his two sex slaves. He had been just on the verge of beginning their training to have sex with animals, something he always dreamed of doing, but this new assignment and responsibilities precluded him from ever carrying out this ambitious goal.

       Mr. Avery was both physically and mentally prepared for the thrashing he was about to deal to this pouty, insolent, brown-skinned piece of succulent flesh spread out like a feast before him.  First a few cuts to those firm rounded cheeks to get his muscles loose and make sure his eye-hand coordination is as it should be. He sets himself properly and then moves quickly and at the same time raises the bamboo cane to the proper angle to slice into the firm meat composing her rump. There is a whistling sound and then a noise like a pistol shot as the blow lands with precision. Her grunt is counterpoint for this concerto of pain and possible redemption. Others have endured this treatment and afterward were set onto the right path involving humility penance and pain. Some took months, others of sterner stuff fought him for years, but most eventually saw the light and followed his plan for their life thereafter.

       Would he have sufficient time to turn this imp from hell to the right path? That question remained unresolved. His second blow caught her unprepared and scored another perfect strike, leaving a deep welt that grew immediately and gave signs of perhaps bursting the brown skin trying to confine it. Mr. Avery was most pleased and rewarded himself with another perfect mark onto that plump bottom. The hit was even more powerful than the others, a sign that his muscles were loosening and enabling him to generate more speed and thus more force to the sinner's bare body. He was pleased that he still remembered his physics from his earlier school days.

       He stepped back and observed his recalcitrant student from India. Part of him wanted to get her over to his home and really give her a taste of hell regardless of the consequences. The other side of his personality took over and restored order in his mind. He took a deep breath and resumed the troublemaker's punishment. There would be precious little incestuous behavior this weekend involving this sullen tramp. How dare those foreigners who thought themselves superior to him and his kind be so bold as to expose his students to their spawn? He doubted if any of the other sex maniacs who probably used her as well would dare attempt that feat once they saw the damage his cane had done to her cunt and asshole. That put him into a better frame of mind and focused his anger at where it should go. This insolent, sullen, teasing tramp would long remember the thrashing he would give her this very evening, long after the other teachers had disappeared for the weekend.

       He really laid into his little demonic student and succeeded in breaking the skin of both bottom cheeks with the same crisp blow delivered with tremendous force. Her entire body shook violently from the terrible pain that radiated from the region where the cane landed. He took a leisurely walk around her bare body and licked his lips over what yet remained for him to cook slowly and very thoroughly. She was caught by total surprise when the cane ripped into her side and its tip left an angry red welt on her big firm tit. He grinned when he heard her bladder let loose, emptying its contents down the insides of her thighs before wrapping around her legs like some large snake and forming a growing pool of piss below her stretched body. His assistants cheered the demonstration of his power over this little snot-nosed devilkin.

       He was thrilled to notice that her armpits were sweating profusely, the perspiration running down her rib cage on both sides. By the time he finished caning her ribs she would barely be able to take a shallow breath without severe pain. In the interests of symmetry he gave her another ferocious blow with his thick bamboo cane to the other side of her rib cage and his eyes danced at the way her naked body twisted and writhed against the bonds that held her in midair. This time after he struck, his assistants broke into a cheer that carried into the other detention area, making the hair on their necks rise in terror that they too might join the poor Indian girl and dance in the air.

       The Indian teen took two more across her plump bleeding, welted bottom that left her head hanging down on her heaving chest as her body tried to deal with the awesome pain still racing through her. He noticed that even her toes were curling after the last cut to her ass cheeks. He began to wonder just how many strokes of the cane that plump behind could absorb before there was nothing remaining but a shapeless lump of bleeding meat. In his fantasy he would mount a footstool and pry those bleeding cheeks apart in order to skewer her with his hard throbbing weapon, his hands gripping those well whipped tits as a means of support as he tore up her tight, teen cunt. He had to shake his head to restore order in his own mind. He decided to visit her rounded belly that sheltered her cunt, now totally vulnerable and exposed as much as a cunt could be.

       The sight of that drooling cunt infuriated him. How dare this teenage tramp show such disrespect to a member of the school's faculty? He'd show this strumpet who she faced. A red fog seemed to envelope him and by the time it had lifted, the poor girl's belly was crisscrossed with so many deep welts and cuts that it was nearly impossible to count them all. Worse yet, his assistants were standing there agog, mouths open and eyes big. His assistants were asked to leave so he and this foreigner could conclude their business. The moment the last one exited, he attacked the teen with a vengeance. This time her big firm tits were the targets and they were shellacked.

       He positioned himself at ninety degrees to the student and began caning her left tit, working from top to bottom of the hanging fruit, as he liked to think of it. Six of the best did the job, and as he rested, Avery could see the welted tit beginning to swell from the brutal hits it had absorbed. Despite his best effort, the skin remained unbroken. He made a mental note to revisit that firm piece of hanging fruit and make it bleed no matter how many strokes he had to deliver. Deep down in his psyche he knew that this might be his last attempt at breaking the will of this plump, sexy teen that had been raised in an exotic land where there was no morality. Secretly he wished he had lived in that time and place, so his grandest fantasies could have come to fruition.

       He moved forward one pace and tapped the teen's unmarked tit, causing her to tremble as she tried to prepare for the next onslaught. Satisfied that he was positioned properly to cover her right tit, he went at it with gusto, the brief rest having restored his strength. The cane almost sang as it moved through the air to explode against the firm barrier of flesh she presented. Her grunt was music to his ears; she was still conscious and able to feel pain. He was delighted and his cane bit into her tit once again, leaving a deep welt just below the first. He stepped back to watch the welt form, something that always excited and made him wish that this session were taking place in the basement of his home, guaranteeing that after the beating she would spend a lengthy period satisfying his sexual needs.

       The next stroke flattened her nipple and curled around to tear at the skin stretched over her ribs.  She seemed to rise in thin air in response to the terrible pain that flooded her senses. A smile broke his stern face; that one had really hurt the little tramp. On a whim he landed the next stroke over the last, splitting the skin of that lump of fat and nerves as well as opening a gash on the rib cage. The pain proved too much for the foreign troublemaker and she passed out, her head lolling against her chest, eyes closed, barely breathing. The teacher-martinet would have none of this. His eyes fell onto her cunt mouth, held wide by the tape. Without thinking he stepped forward jamming the butt end of his cane into that pink grotto and twisting it around inside causing a pink froth to appear. It didn't take long for the teen's eyes to open wide and her bare body to start shaking from the pain his cane was creating deep within her.

       Avery yanked the cane from her twat and held it up to the Indian teen's face so she could see the blood on it. Her face grew ashen and she shook like a leaf in a windstorm. He gloated at her reaction and leaned forward to tell her of what was remaining before she would be able to return to the devil's paradise that was her home. His charge's eyes grew wide and tears ran down her cheeks, as she realized that her body was not going to be able to handle everything he had planned for her. That's when Avery whispered his offer of leniency provided she promised to visit his home at least once every week and stay overnight. It was even hinted that he might gradually restore her student privileges if she satisfied his needs when she stayed at his home. It took but a moment for her to start nodding as he smiled and fondled her well whipped tits. When he mentioned that her right tit needed a few more strokes of the cane in order to balance them, she started to sob and he laughed at her reaction. The final three blows left two bloody furrows beside the new welt that threatened to break the skin any minute.

               

                       (To be continued - rolf palsy)