Twisted Teen Tales

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 5

                           Juiced-Up Teen  (part 1of 2)

       The head doctor on the staff of the Institute for Advanced Sexuality listened carefully to the Institute's newest client. His corporation was high up on the Fortune 500 and the net worth of this mover and shaker was in the five billion plus category, the kind of client that was highly sought by the Institute's board of directors. The doctor took copious notes as the man described his frustrations with his sixteen year-old daughter, who was enrolled in an exclusive private school for ladies and not doing well at all.

       "At her age the family expects her to be a sex-crazed tramp, raising hell and causing all sorts of problems for the family. Instead she's bookish, introverted and doesn't know that pussy she has can be used for more than just passing urine. Her mother, who at her age was already taking it in every hole from half the family, and loving every minute of it, is naturally distraught. Her aunt at that age was institutionalized for nymphomania and we had a most difficult time getting her released so she could continue sexually satisfying a number of branches of our extended family. The Kramer women have this trait in them that makes them sex-crazed fuck machines, and we love them for it. Now along comes this mouse of a girl and she is bringing disgrace on my wife and myself in particular. We are being reduced to using our close relatives: nieces, aunts, cousins and even some of the more attractive servants to perform the duties that should already have become her responsibility. We need help from you and we need it quickly!"

       The subject of his conversation was in her room at school doing what she usually did right after classes, masturbate for at least one-hour straight, no breaks, just good old down and dirty clit strumming until the mat beneath her spread thighs was soaked with pussy juice. Mandy Kramer may have appeared to be an icicle when it came to matters of sex, but in actuality she was dedicated to self-love, her dirty little secret. Unbeknownst to her, all that was about to change dramatically.

       The following week, much to her surprise and annoyance, Mandy Kramer was being processed as the latest patient to be admitted to the Institute for Advanced Sexuality. She did not make it easy on the staff, but they were old hands at this, and before too long the pale teen found herself sitting on the padded floor of a very tiny cell, naked and secured within a strait jacket that was so tight she had difficulty in drawing a deep breath. Over the next two days the teen was fed only once and given water sparingly, always at the end of one of her serial rape sessions. She'd handle perhaps four or five grinning orderlies per session, who enjoyed defiling her boyish body and making disparaging comments about her figure and lack of sexual sophistication.

       On the third day she was visited by a female physician who checked her well used cunt with more than passing interest. The woman then began to ask her a series of very embarrassing questions, all of which she refused to answer. Mandy lost her composure and threatened the doctor with dire consequences if she didn't contact her father immediately so she could be released from this madhouse. That ended the interview. About an hour later two smiling orderlies took her from the small cell, raising the girl's hopes that she was about to be freed.

       You can imagine her horror when she was escorted to a large tiled room and left in the care of three heavy-set nurses who proceeded to administer one huge enema after another until the patient was totally exhausted from voiding them. The last one was a killer. It had an additive that created large amounts of gas, intensifying the pressure on her roiling intestines. Even worse, while she lay on the floor, her belly bloated and waves of pain coursing through her trembling body, one of the nurses fisted her as she sobbed and pleaded for mercy, but got none.

       Mandy was returned to her cell and shortly thereafter received another visit from the rape gang. Another day was spent without any contact except for the orderlies who did their best to keep her entertained by filling her cunt with hard cock. To Mandy this was no big deal. At home, before she escaped to the safety and quietude of her private school, she was subjected quite frequently to this sort of  behavior from various family members, both male and female. She was truly astonished to discover that almost every female member of the family possessed a strap-on dildo or a vibrator, which they used with great skill on themselves as well as her. All this sex nonsense left her cold then, and things had not improved much since.

       A much paler and weaker Mandy Kramer was marched, still wearing only that tight fitting strait jacket, to the offices of the physician who had been assigned her case. Kate Wesley had a sex drive that was astonishing. To many of her peers, she was more a candidate for admission rather than a member of the staff. To say that she had a great body was akin to claiming that the Mona Lisa was a nice picture if you liked that sort of thing. This sex machine in the body of a goddess even impressed the jaded teenager.

       Mandy could not help noticing that the good doctor was showing an inordinate amount of flesh from her cleavage that indicated she was braless, to the slit skirt that revealed her taut thigh and nothing else in the line of clothing. Almost against her will, Mandy began to think about what it might feel like to be licking the cunt of this miracle of physical perfection, or better still enjoying her fast tongue as it worked diligently on her quim. She liked that word, it was so refined, so British. The teen was shocked from her reverie by the opening salvo from Dr. Wesley, who would soon become Kate, and still later, mistress.

       "You've been with us for the better part of four days, and it's about time you settled down and got with the program. By the way, you stink of semen. I don't think your father is paying us upwards of two thousand a day to let you get gangbanged by our orderlies, who are beginning to complain that you are one dead fuck. I was also told you were a fastidious little prig, guess that was a bad call on someone's part. Now let's go to the movies, and after the show we can get down to brass tacks or knuckles, depending on how you want it."

       Mandy sat there open mouthed as a screen on the doctor's desk lit up and showed her in all her private glory doing her clit while lying naked on her bed at the school. The blonde goddess smirked and hooted at what Mandy was displaying. She started making nasty comments about the teen's technique, and describing what she was doing at that age. It was one of the more humiliating moments in Mandy Kramer's young life. Leaning forward, so close that the teen could smell her freshly rinsed mouth and see those perfect teeth that Mandy couldn't help but imagine were teasing her fat clit, she never stoped critiquing what appeared on the screen. Inwardly the teen was groaning in abject misery at her state of affairs. The criticism never stopped for nearly an hour, the length of the tape, and by its end Mandy was utterly devastated.

       "Your technique is sort of heavy handed; at the rate you're going, that clit of yours will be so covered with scar tissue that it might as well be cut off for all the pleasure it will be able to give you. Next time you're jilling, try rubbing a little clove oil on the poor thing and see what that does for your little bud's longevity. More orgasms for less strumming, a win-win situation. From the look on your face you're all wrapped up in yourself, a sure sign of the classic closet masturbator. Lucky for you, as well as us, that your school had the good sense to know what you were and acted accordingly by making these tapes of you doing the mental nasty with your best friend, yourself."

       " When I was going solo, way earlier than you probably began, I used to fantasize about being fucked bowlegged by guys with giant cocks, then girls with giant strap-ons, then giant animals who could go all day and night. From there I graduated to really exotic stuff. My favorite was to tie a length of fishing line around my pumped to the max clit, and hold the end between my teeth. Then as I was tortured to my limit and beyond by the nasty commandante Carlos, my special fantasy friend, I'd yank the line and nearly rip my poor clit from its moorings. What a rush I used to get! I was squirting long before it became a popular subject for porn films and party conversation."

       Mandy just sat there in her strait jacket, the last batch of cum that had been pumped into her by the gangbangers starting to ooze out and make a puddle on the seat of the polished wooden chair she occupied. The high and mighty teen had been taken down a peg or two by this perfectly coifed physician who seemed to have an edge on her no matter what the contest. It was game, set and match as far as she could tell, but instead of gritting her teeth and vowing to overcome her the next time, the dazed and confused teen bowed her head and waited anxiously for what was to follow. It came quickly.

       Dr. K, as Mandy thought of her, pressed a button and within a minute two orderlies, both of whom had nailed her more than once to date, came into the office and removed the girl from Dr.Wesley's presence. However Mandy was not destined to be returned to her cell for who knows how many more rounds of orderly cock. Instead she was turned over to a matronly looking nurse who finally freed her from that canvas prison and rubbed her numbed arms until the circulation was restored.

       Then she had the naked teen hop into a tub filled with warm scented water and allowed her to luxuriate in this soothing bath before she toweled off her charge. To Mandy's amazement the nurse produced a razor and a bowl of fragrant liquid and proceeded to denude her pubes, finishing the task by rubbing some type of balm into her skin that made her entire vulva tingle. If there ever was the perfect time for a good wank, this was it thought Mandy.

       What happened next was most distressing to her. Another pair of orderlies arrived and without so much as a "please", picked her up and deposited Mandy onto a gurney which had straps that they used to restrain her before she was rolled down to the laboratory for a procedure. When she awoke, groggy and a bit nauseous, hovering over her with a broad smile on her gorgeous face was Dr. K. Suddenly all was right with the world.

       The blonde placed her cool finger to Mandy's lips and urged her to conserve her strength. When instead the teen began sucking those smooth digits in a willful display of affection mixed with a small degree of savoir-faire, the doctor could not restrain a giggle at such impertinence. Although she "tsk, tsked" her patient, Kate's eyes danced in a way that convinced Mandy that she had found someone she might be able to trust in this strange place.

       The girl soon found herself in a soft bed with clean sheets, plus the requisite restraints that made sure she was not going to do any sleepwalking this evening. Just before she fell into a dreamless sleep she felt the first tingling issuing from her clit that felt as if it was larger, much larger than normal.  That was the last thing she remembered until she was awakened by a nurse with a bedpan and breakfast, which she devoured like a hungry teenager who hadn't eaten in some number of days. While wolfing down her food Mandy could not help noticing that her clit was throbbing. Unfortunately the straps holding her down to the bed didn't allow her to look at it to see what was going on down below.

       Dr.Wesley breeezed into her room shortly thereafter and pulled down the sheet to reveal the walnut sized lump of throbbing flesh that was Mandy's clitoris. The teen shrieked at the sight of it, not believing her eyes. "How did it get so swollen?" she finally gasped, causing the blonde physician to smile. She then explained that the procedure Mandy just had was designed to do exactly what she saw and felt, an increased  size and sensitivity for her "little" hot button. Today that monster clit was going to be put through its paces, and Mandy was going along for the ride.

       She was wheeled down to the test lab and soon hooked up to a battery of test monitors, sensors,  probes and stimulators that would feed all sorts of information on her physical responses to the various stimulations into a minicomputer for instant analysis. She would be able to follow the progress of her testing on a large screen set apart from the other gear now being checked by the two female technicians who paid no heed to her nudity. At a nod from the doctor the test cycle began.

       At first there was no discomfort, just an occasional tickle or a brief sharp jab that came and went in the blink of an eye. Mandy soon calmed down and watched the screen as this wavy line moved up and down . Then the first shock hit her and she strained against the straps holding her to the table. Each subsequent shock was more powerful and lasted longer. Mandy felt flushed and her clit was starting to ache. Then her nipples got stiff as glass in a matter of seconds as another powerful jolt of energy lanced through her body. That wavy line had narrowed significantly and the gentle rolling shape was gone, replaced by a series of sharp spikes that matched the jolts she was taking.

       Mandy could not believe how horny she was becoming. She was sweating like a pig and her breathing was ragged, as she tried to gulp in as much air as she could to cope with all the sensations that she was experiencing. One of the techs glanced over at her and grinned. She had caught a glimpse of the first bubble of pussy juice that began issuing from between the teen's blood red outer cunt lips. Dr Wesley oohed and aahed as she watched the screen, her lips moving as if she was talking to herself. Now the sensations were more painful than anything else, and the screen was now showing fuzzy bursts like some kind of video game. The only problem was that each burst corresponded to a severe pulse of pain coming from that fat, walnut-sized lump of pleasure and now pain sitting at the top of her cunt mouth.

       Then the first orgasm rolled through her shivering body. It was like going from a standing start to five hundred miles an hour in less than a second. The teen could not draw breath, she was terrified. Seconds later an even bigger one rocked and rolled from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She felt as if she had all the electricity in the world coursing through her twitching body. One of the techs let out a whoop as the line on the screen went straight up to the top in nothing flat, and stayed there.

       Mandy didn't have to look to know why. She was having serial orgasms that wracked her body, making the muscles contract and spasm to the point that her skin appeared to be crawling in a vain attempt to escape the force of whatever was knifing into every corner of her body. There was no place to hide and no way to predict how long this sex induced storm would last. Mandy passed out cold as that thought raced across her brain just in front of the next freight train of orgasms. When she came back to earth, she was covered in a sheen of perspiration and her body was trembling uncontrollably. A blanket, followed by another one soon  tamed the chills she was having. The techs were busy doing their jobs and so it was just Mandy and Dr.Kate, going one on one.

       "You were phenomenal! I don't just say that to every pretty young thing that falls into my clutches."

       Those words made the teen get that warm, wet feeling down below, even though she had just put on an exhibition that had even impressed the jaded technicians, who spread the word far and wide about this sex monster housed in the pale, skinny, boyish body of a sixteen year-old girl. When Kate leaned closer and whispered that she'd love to take her home with her and do all sorts of nasty-nice things to her bound, bare body Mandy almost had another orgasm right there and then.

       At that point the teenager in her own mind went from patient to slave. She could imagine being tied naked to mistress K's big bed, watching as the blonde, naked as the day she was born, her big breasts jiggling slightly, stepped into her strap-on dildo that soon would be boring deep inside the teen's tight, wet twat. She knew that afterward, the little riding crop lying on the nightstand would be applied to her swollen vulva to sensitize her for another round of oral sex. It was as if she was in heaven and yet still alive to enjoy the things of the flesh.

       Two hours later mistress K dropped by Mandy's new and quite comfortable room and announced with a twinkle in her eye that the teenager was going to be released to her care for this evening. Her heart skipped a couple of beats and her face started to flush as the thoughts she had previously popped up once more. Then her physician casually mentioned that the hospital had a fairly rigorous protocol that had to be followed to the letter for transferring and housing the patient.

       Mandy would be naked, placed in a strait jacket, a chain attached to her crossed wrists for redundancy and her ankles hobbled with manacles connected to a short length of chain. After receiving an enema and voiding it, her anus would be plugged with a bung that nested in the rear portion of the chastity belt that would be fitted to her. This was mandated as the result of an unfortunate accident involving another patient. The belt would be locked and the key kept at the hospital. Specially trained orderlies would assist Dr. Wesley in transporting the patient, now zipped into a canvas traveling bag, to the trunk of her car. From that point on, the physician was responsible for the health and welfare of her charge. The girl was floored by all this detail and the possibility that any chance to get to know her new mistress in a more physical way might be severely compromised.

       Once they were well clear of the hospital mistress K stopped her car and opened the trunk. She unzipped the body bag and helped Mandy into the backseat of her car, ordering her to lie on the floor. When she mentioned with a giggle that this was not the first "takeout meal" she'd gotten from the hospital, Mandy felt better, but at the same time her situation was still much less than she had hoped for. The rest of the drive was uneventful. To the teen's astonishment the doctor produced a key that freed her from the hobble as well as the chain connecting her wrists.Thus she was able to accompany her new mistress under her own power to the door of her well appointed home located in a relatively secluded section of the town.

       So much  for hospital protocol; in minutes Mandy was out of the strait jacket and that nasty chastity belt, thanks to another key that the physician produced with a broad grin. It took a little muscle, but finally with a loud pop, the bung was removed from her puckered poop shute. Then to her surprise, mistress K made her put her hands behind her back so she could be cuffed. Once this was done she sighed and observed that in her career at the hospital, until today she had never seen anyone go off scale.

       "I've seen nymphomaniacs by the dozen, and seriously disturbed, obsessive people with all manner of sexual hangups and drives, but none of them ever came even close to what you did today. I want to experience you close up, it's sort of like flying into the eye of a hurricane, but you do frighten me young lady. That's the reason for the handcuffs. When we're done playing, and if I'm still coherent and not too physically banged up, they'll come off and we can have a nice long talk, or anything else you might like to dream up for me to do with or for you."

       Mandy was truly taken aback at the way this goddess, her mistress, was approaching their relationship. Perhaps she had misjudged the woman. Why would she feel threatened by a skinny, underdeveloped girl who had all sorts of hangups that she was afraid to face? Despite her doubts, she sat calmly on the edge of Kate's bed and watched her disrobe, to reveal a body that was breathtaking. Mandy felt like a toad in her presence. When mistress K complimented her on her bare pubes, she blushed scarlet, since that was probably the only physical sign that she was maturing sexually, and now it  was gone. The physician got into bed and rearranged Mandy so she was on her back.

       Dr.Wesley carefully lowered her pussy down to dock with the teenagers's mouth. After making sure that Mandy's clit was still swollen to its maximum size, which would last at least until morning, she took a deep breath and clamped down on that bulging love button. She used her teeth to worry the fleshy node, preparing herself for the response that would soon occur. Without warning it felt as if her own clit had just been sucked into a vacuum cleaner juiced up on all the electricity in the city. The hair on her nape stiffened, closely followed by her nipples.

       What she felt was merely the prologue. Forgetting for a moment that the clit in her mouth was ramping up like a cloud filled with ions, she relaxed her guard and was nearly crushed by the jolt she took next. Her entire body was lifted clear of the bed and hovered in the air for a fraction of a second before crashing down on the girl, driving the breath from her lungs. The blonde beauty hung on for dear life as Mandy bucked and bounced her body from one spot to another, with Kate tagging along for the ride.

       For over two hours the pair went at each other like starving animals who hadn't tasted food for days. In time Dr. Wesley ran out of strength and then Mandy battered her to the point that she felt as if one more blow would finish her off. Somehow Mandy had enough control of this awesome power to refrain from taking out her new mistress. It also helped that she was handicapped further by the handcuffs, that made quick moves problematic.

       For brief moments the two would lie side by side panting and gasping for breath, and then one or the other would make a move that rekindled the war taking place on the king sized bed. For long minutes Mandy gobbled gash like a tigress and Kate moaned and prayed to her gods for help to survive the terrible mauling her prime body was taking. There was no way that the doctor had enough energy to match the teenager's attack. She went into survival mode and hoped for the best.

       To her amazement Dr. Wesley managed to get the girl over on her stomach and she straddled her, walloping her pale buns until they were crimson. That felt so good that she decided to add another layer of bruised flesh to the teen's bottom. That set off a rush of pussy juice from Mandy that soaked through to the mattress, which had to be replaced before Kate could sleep alone in her bed again. Mandy reciprocated by sucking her firm breasts until she swore that she was about to let down her non-existent milk.

       Freed of the cuffs, Mandy and the doctor finally wound up in an embrace, tongues exploring each other's mouth and their crotches rubbing away at the swollen flesh that was eagerly presented. Orgasms were too frequent to count and many of them made the lovers' heads feel as if someone had found the zipper and opened their brains to the light. It had been a very long time since Dr. Kate Wesley had let down her hair to this extent and she was positively glowing as she and Mandy entwined and drifted off to sleep.

                               (To be continued-rolf palsy)