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Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 05
All sorts of interesting ideas were flooding Walter's mind as he followed his two charges down the long corridor that led to the "play room". That title was a misnomer if ever there was one, decided in jest by the master after a long session that involved his daughters when they were much younger and even cheekier. In those days he was sure that he had died and gone to his reward which allowed him the opportunity to not only color the cute bottoms of these imps from hell, but stress their inner parts with his hard tool that in those days never seemed to soften as long as a young, naked girl was in sight.
Angela and Hecate were beginning to blossom, proof provided by their twitching, rounded hindquarters and legs that seemed to go on forever, not that their budding breasts and the beginnings of hips weren't very much in evidence as well. Soon the master, and to a lesser degree his humble servant as well, would be challenged and quite possibly overwhelmed by an army of young studs. These were hunters filled to the gunnels with sperm and the desire to expel it into those damsels they were eager to carry away and make their personal slaves, as if such a situation would ever occur if his charges had any say in the matter.
Walter loved the play room, but he was just a bit uncomfortable without the presence of his master. Still those two hellions had to pay for their sins and pay they would. He would remind them, as his strap turned their luscious tushes into the color of a sunset, of their responsibilities to see that the new members of the family conformed to the requirements and needs of the master. This could not be accomplished if they were bare, bound and being beaten while the others could do nothing but wait for guidance.
Once inside the chamber he ordered the twins to remove their panties, spread their legs slightly and bend over to grab their ankles. They complied, this was nothing new to them. For many years as they matured this was their position while their master and his servant kissed their stretched flesh with leather and enjoyed the sight and smell emanating from their glistening gashes. Perhaps after he finished crisscrossing their bare bodies with welts from his belt, he'd take one or both up on their promises made earlier.
He began by asking Angela, who had started the ruckus, to pick a number from one to twenty, which she did, choosing one, then multiplying it by a number from five to ten, she chose five. He asked her to add the result to fifty-five, which brought a gasp from the girl. Normally fifty was about as high a final number as they ever received, this meant he was more than just annoyed by their behavior. He took off his belt, got into his stance and laid the leather forcefully across the stretched skin of her thighs, each blow sounding like a pistol shot and making her sister shiver with nervous anticipation of her fate.
After the first ten, he paused and rubbed her heated flesh, giving him an excuse to rest and also allowing her to regain her composure. He moved a few feet to the side and gave her a broadside of vicious cuts to her rounded bottom, this time bringing muted gasps from his victim. He moved once more and switched his belt to his other hand, bringing a fresh arm into play. Her apple ass received another blistering volley of hits and her gasps were no longer muted.
"We're half the way there. Now I want you to think about what brought you to this state and how you plan to avoid such a situation in the future. If you repeat your lapse of self control the penalty will be more than you can possibly imagine, whether or not the master approves of it after the fact. I will not be challenged by some shallow, callow, female still years away from even a trace of wit or wisdom."
The twins got very quiet, they had never heard such words coming from him prior. What he did next was so totally unexpected and painful that they would tremble in his presence for many days afterward. Walter order Angela to stand erect and emulate the stance that the Warren children had taken. She took ten each to her budding breasts that would be sore and swollen for days. Then he let her recover her poise and strength for the final set of blows. Angela was a sobbing, begging child when the last of the ten exploded against her pubic mound. For her, passing water would be a treacherous endeavor over the next two days.
Now it was Hecate's turn, and the pale faced teenager was shaking with fear as she prepared for her beating. To her surprise the punishment he meted out was less than what Angela had received, but it covered the same areas on her bare body. The pain was intense and the memory would remain with her for years. Unlike her sister who was a bit of a firebrand, Hecate heeded the words of Walter and also looked upon him as a mentor rather than a mere servant of the master.
Once he was finished with them, Walter felt no remorse nor anger. He was somewhat disappointed, but they were young and would learn from this experience. He discoverd he was not in the mood for their offers for sex, not too surprising in light of what had just transpired and the need to immediately take charge of the situation vis-a-vis the wimps or as the master would call them, the new family members. He told the twins to make themselves presentable and retrieve the Warren children. There was much to do and they were already behind schedule. His last observation only made them wince.
To make sure that their captives didn't get the wrong idea, Walter accompanied the twins to the room where the Warren children waited. As usual, even with their welts showing, the twins wore only their white cotton panties, and carried handcuffs with which to fetter their charges. It had been agreed that each twin would take her "buddy" to a private area of the house and see what developed.
The plan was to see how interested each teenager was in having sex either with the opposite sex or their own kind. All were in agreement that Angela had the best chance of success in view of the complaints Lilith voiced about her brother. Hecate was not as pessimistic as the others, perhaps Lilith was genuinely not interested in the opposite sex, that still left another option open to her and Hecate was ready to try anything to discover her taste in bed partners. There was still the wild card, Walter. Pehaps Lilith was attracted to older men, especially those wielding some authority. To check this theory out, Walter would arrange to drop in unannounced to see how Hecate and Lilith were getting along.
Initially Carl proved to be impregnable. Despite the fact that he was naked and securely restrained, his legs clamped to the wings of the table, his feet in the stirrups and his anus and genitals totally vulnerable, Angela discovered she could not induce a decent erection. She tried manual manipulation then oral stimulation of his penis. Both techniques yielded some mild elongation and minor increase in girth, but his sex organ quickly returned to the flaccid state the moment stimulation was stopped.
Frustrated by this unexpected reaction, she resorted to mechanical aids, beginning with a vibrator that she ran over his testicles, then up and down the shaft of his limp penis. She concentrated her efforts on the head of his cock, but could not rouse it from its inert state. Angela lubed the vibrator and inserted it into the youth's anus and moved it around until she made contact with his prostate. This did cause a significant reaction from the teenager, his cock lengthened significantly and its girth nearly doubled. Keeping the vibrator pressed against his throbbing prostate she commenced manual manipulation, but was thwarted by his inability to ejaculate despite her best efforts.
Angela tried a new tactic, allowing her subject to kiss and lick her breasts, which he did in a rather perfunctory manner, irritating her to no end. She almost lost her temper at his cheekiness. How dare he not become excited by her breasts! How dare he insult her by not responding to her oral and manual techniques, which had made dozens upon dozens of mature men as well as teenagers ecstatic! What in the world was wrong with this creature who could ejacuate countless times with his sister, who hated his advances, and yet fail miserably at providing even a trace of tribute for her efforts? To avoid doing something she would regret, Angela stormed from the room and sought out Walter for some guidance.
In the other room Hecate had taken a different tack, and for her guileless approach to the new family member, allowed Lilith to truly draw first blood in a literal sense, much to her chagrin. Her twin would constantly remind Hecate of her lapse in judgment until the scab finally dropped off the bite mark on her face thankfully leaving it unblemished. Before the day ended, Lilith would discover that Walter played no favorites when it came to punishing the offenders under the Jordan roof.
The session between the two teens began innocently enough. After securing Lilith to the examining table, Hecate decided that her unruly pubic hair needed as much or more training than she did. Lilith was less than enchanted with the idea of losing one of the symbols of her growing physical maturity. Undeterred by the reluctance of her new "sister", Hecate proceeded to lather the teen's pubic mound and have at it with a recently sharpened straight razor. It was one thing to use it to trim a few errant tendrils of hair, quite another to hack away a forest growth that had taken years to grow and prosper. Lilith didn't help matters by moving about and carrying on a running commentary about all the things that Hecate was doing incorrectly.
Under the circumstances a few nicks were not unexpected, and they occurred. The amount of blood drawn was miniscule, but Lilith's screams could have waked the dead. This only flustered Hecate and more minor nicks followed, one in particular sending the teen through the roof since it occurred while Hecate was slicing away at a few tendrils located in the vicinity of Lilith's chocolate starfish. Somehow or another the pair managed to mutually survive this joint ordeal, and with a flourish Hecate rubbed some cream lotion into the teenager's bald pubic mound and pronounced her neat and clean once more. Lilith was horrified at the sight of her raw genitals hanging out.
"I look like a child! How could you do such a thing to me? I'll be scarred for life now and it's all your fault!" Lilith wailed.
This diatribe unsettled poor Hecate, who after all was only fourteen, had lived a rather bizarre but sheltered life and was not entirely in tune to the ways of the outside world. In order to calm the teen down and at the same time see if she responded to the sexual overtures of another girl, Hecate decided to lick her nice clean pubic mound and worm her tongue inside that angry gash that now was revealed. Hecate was amazed at the size of the girl's cunt lips, and how fleshy and wrinkled they appeared. Her only comparisons were her sister, who had thin, taut lips and one of her master's friends who had lips that looked almost like Lilith's. Both however had really tasty pussies.
Hecate set to work and her partner started struggling and yelling at the top of her lungs. Things just got worse and worse no matter what she tried. Even fluttering her tongue against the freshly shaven asshole of Lilith did nothing to moderate the screams and cries that issued from the teen's mouth. Hecate surfaced, her lips and mouth glistening with Lilith's reluctant offerings, a tribute to the teen's skill. Perhaps the new family member might enjoy a taste of what Hecate found so enjoyable to dredge up from her secret places.
So in a spirit of good fellowship she pressed her lips, liberally coated with Lilith's cunt juices, to her partner's cold, dry lips. The kiss lasted just long enough for Lilith to take a small bite out of Hecate's lower lip. She pulled away but was too late, the damage had been done and the coppery taste of her blood filled her mouth. Now it was Hecate's turn to go into a frenzy as she thought the worst, that ittle bitch had disfigured her for life! She rolled off the table and fled the room still howling.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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