Twisted Teen Tales

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 56

             Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 23)

       It was apparent to the trio of travelers that a hotel room made sense based on what was going on with the twins and the Mallorys. Nailer made sure they were put up in the only upscale hotel in the county. He also promised to make sure the twins were told where their parents were staying. Nailer knew where both were, but he kept that to himself. Sundari was either with Ms. Lumpken or Connover; being trained in all the ways their mentors enjoyed being sexually satisfied. To the principal this was a waste of talent and he had not given up on his plans to bring Sundari into his orbit. The other slut, Sarita, was learning what the brothers liked in a sex slave. Getting her free of their influence was another problem altogether, one that needed the help of the Krishnas.

       They had deliberately selected the weekend for their arrival, planning on using the extra time to settle into their new house they had rented sight unseen. There still was no sign of their daughters, but Nailer assured them the girls were doing fine, but they had some special assignments to handle before they could be freed up to see their parents. What he neglected  to tell them involved the extended training session that the four lesbians at the Connover condo were providing for Sundari as they watched and critiqued her oral technique on each of them. By the time she saw her parents, the teen's lips and tongue would be numb, thus making it impossible for them to understand a word she said, which is just as well considering what she had been doing for nearly two days without sleep, rest, water or food. Worse still was her distended asshole and cunt, both openings now gaping from the constant fisting, strap on dildos and a variety of toys that had been inserted and run until the batteries failed.

       Compared to what her sister was enduring, Sarita had it easy, being trained in the proper way to motivate the black athletes that made up the majority of the players in every important sport played by Arnold Palmer highschool. To date she had worked her way through the basketball and baseball teams, and was currently taking care of the brothers, all twenty-eight of them, that represented the football team. Waiting patiently for their turn were the track team members, many of whom had already done her in their other capacities such as baseball, basketball and football. The word had also gotten out to the blacks that were gifted with high IQs rather than physically skilled. They had argued successfully that without their help, the number of scholastically eligible brothers on the various teams would be drastically reduced. Their arguments had carried the day and so they were added to the group being motivated by Sarita.

       The plump, brown-skinned teen had been working her well-rounded ass off for the jury of brothers who would ultimately decide her fate. On occasion one or another member of the panel would sample the merchandise, checking out how tight her pussy was and seeing if that blind eye between her fine-looking hams would respond properly to the entry of a good-sized trouser snake. To date Sarita was getting fairly decent marks, and all she needed to do now was to handle the brainy brothers. The track team had done its thing; thrown the javelin and hammer numerous  times, tossed the shot and discus record distances, done both long distance runs and finished up with the two relay races, breaking the old record times in impressive style. Now all that remained was to take care of the seven brainy brothers. The twin was sure she had enough gas in the tank to handle a few more brothers, especially ones that weren't athletic. Was she in for a shock!

       The first one to step up to the plate was swinging a Louisville slugger that appeared to be as thick as a tree trunk and was still growing as he placed the head against the drooling slot between her spread thighs. The Indian teen's eyes grew big and wide as she looked down at the barrel of the gun that was preparing to go off inside her well worn cunt. It's owner was a tall, lean, black teen with the dead eyes of a shark. He announced himself to her as Malcolm, with a small "x", Johnson, and promised her a ride that she'd never forget. Then he smiled coldly and added that she probably wouldn't be conscious when he finished her off with his meat torpedo, but he guaranteed she'd remember how it felt for a couple of days. That brought a roar from the gang of brothers eager to see Malcolm in action.

       About an hour or so before Malcolm's arrival, they had moved Sarita to a special training bench which allowed her to be strapped into various configurations to make it easier for the brothers to get to her goodies without exerting themselves too much. In that manner they conserved their energy for fucking and the straps kept her in the right position to take as much meat as one cunt or asshole could ever handle and live to talk about it. Now Malcolm was going to show the brothers what having some extra brain cells could mean when it came to bending any pussy to his will. He made a tenative push to see if the angle of attack was the proper one for this plump brown-skinned foreigner. The frown on his handsome face indicated it was not. He pointed toward a couple of the brothers and gave them precise instructions as to how he wanted this piece of brown fuckmeat set up for his big bat.

       Sarita now found herself in a rather strange position, but one that had her audience licking their chops over what was about to occur. She had her legs up and out on the wings of the bench, and her lower body was tilted off axis. The teen struggled to get more comfortable, but the thick straps would not allow more than a fraction of an inch in any diirection. Now Malcolm loomed above her and all she could do was face that huge swollen chunk of cock that was now sheathed in a condom covered with bumps. She squeezed her eyes shut in hopes that when they opened, that bumpy monster had disappeared. While her eyes were shut Malcolm positioned his dong so that it was at the correct angle for maximum penetration with minimum resistance. They flew open the instant he slammed that brutal column of flesh into her less than firm sheath of mucous and muscle, which was no match for the freight train that rumbled into her dripping tunnel.

       Malcolm's long, strong fingers wrapped around Sarita's plump tits for purchase as his cock plundered her pussy to depths she normally reserved for dildos. His body stayed in one spot as his cock rammed in and out of the teen's well loosened cunt. Her eyes were popping with every thurst as that tree trunk entered and rearranged her insides. It was impossible to believe, but he was increasing the speed at which he was fucking her and it hurt! She began to make little whimpering sounds as that monster abraded away the thin membrane protecting her sensitive cunt walls. This was turning into a pain session, and this was not something she enjoyed. He shifted his body slightly to go just a little deeper and now the head of his dick was pounding against the door to her baby chamber, tilting the doorway with every blow. Tears began to run down her cheeks and her eyes rolled back into her head.

       This was one pussy that would never forget meeting up with Malcolm x Johnson. Sarita lost consciousness soon after and when she awoke, sore and afraid to move for fear it would cause her terrible pain, he was gone. Malcolm had not even stayed around to see if he had harmed her in any way. Worse yet, he had unloaded the contents of his rubber all over her big tits and made a big X with the white stuff. She was well and truly branded. The brothers were unable to deal with a teen who blubbered and wept, so the scene between her and the brothers ended prematurely, and in truth permanently as far as most of the brothers were concerned.

       Poor Ralph, his stroke had left him unable to speak, and the excessive sexual activities he had been forced to provide to any woman who felt the need to enjoy his efforts or punish him for his manliness had exausted him physically. He quickly discovered to his horror that the staff of the hospital would show him no mercy under any circumstances. His nurses treated him as if he was a piece of meat and used him whenever they were so disposed. During the day he was tended by two senior nurses, both unwed, significantly overweight and embittered by their inability to find husbands. They took out their frustrations on their poor patient who could do nothing to prevent whatever they decided to wring from his weakened body. His physician was a well-built women in her early thirties who was a dominant lesbian who never missed an opportunity to demean her patient as well.

       After midnight Ralph was introduced to the gay community, as well as the embittered nurses toiling the night shift. He dutifully sucked cock and ate pussy, swallowing whatever his betters provided while large cocks, strap-ons featuring massive rubber appendages and fists widened his asshole. At first he resisted, but holding a three-quart enema of finely ground epsom salts, double boiled coffee and a touch of muratic acid for two and a half hours showed him the error of his ways. He was a good little pussy boy afterward and his masters and mistresses spent plenty of time training their new toy to do the things they enjoyed the most, regardless of the pain and suffering it entailed on his part. During the day the nurses had their way with him expect when his physician paid him a visit. Those usually lasted anywhere from an hour to well into the evening if she had a trying day of it and needed to take out her irritation and frustrations on someone well-deserving of her anger. However his two nurses spent the most time with him and made sure he suffered the consequences of being at one time a dominant male.

       His keepers made sure that the night shift wasn't spending more time on him than they should. Even so it was rare when they arrived to not find a thick cock lodged in his throat while another even thicker and longer tool was enlarging his anal canal. The number of enemas, all in excess of three quarts each, he took during a typical night shift ranged from three to five depending on how docile he was and the collective mind set of his tormentors. Lately they also began filling his belly with all sorts of liquids until he looked like he was pregnant with twins. Through it all his penis rarely softened thanks to the various drugs that had been liberated from the hospital's pharmacy and used to keep him in a near sexual frenzy.

       Both nurses had developed approaches to make their patient desire them more as sexual beings. It seems that Ralph had a fetish when it came to smells. They had discovered it by accident one afternoon after a very lengthy session that ran overtime thanks to the addition of his lesbian physician. Ralph had been eating pussy without relief for more than two hours while his hard cock was teased and tormented by knowing hands and mouths, bringing him to the verge, but never allowing him any form of release. The nurses were in the process of trading places on his face, while the doctor was carefully jacking him off. By now the aroma of stinking flesh filled the room. He was ordered to begin kissing and licking the sweaty asshole of one of the nurses, as her companion looked on with a gleeful look, having never had the courage to make him perform that particular deed. To the amazement of all, his cock began spurting into the doctor's mouth. The nurses were speechless for a time and then eager to see what type of punishment the patient would suffer for his indiscretion.

       While she searched in her black bag for a syringe to allow her to inject his testicles and penis with a drug that would make them extremely sensitive to the touch, the nurse sitting on his face gasped a number of times. Even before the doctor was able to give Ralph the first injection, his cock had already begun to harden. To her credit the physician realized what had caused Ralph's behavior. She ordered the other nurse to straddle his face and let him tongue her anal passage. It took less than two minutes before another ejaculation was forthcoming. The consistency was much reduced, but the amount was nearly the same as the previous ejaculation. Once more the nurses switched positions and a third emission splattered against the nurse's plump bottom in a matter of two or three minutes. His face was now florid and his breathing had become ragged from all the exertion require to deliver three ejaculations over a period of less than ten minutes. Fearful that a heart attack might occur if they pushed him further, the doctor settled on injecting poor Ralph's swollen testicles and throbbing cock with double doses of a powerful, artificial substitute for testosterone.

       The early shift put Ralph through his paces and were astonished at his response. However he made so much noise when his cock was used that he had to be gagged throughout the process. After a few hours of almost constant use, Ralph went into a coma. At that point he was being anally fisted by one of the night nurses and a first year intern was running electricity through his rigid cock and swollen balls to punish him for his inability to ejaculate into the youth's mouth no matter how hard the intern sucked his big stiff prick. All hell broke loose that night and it took a near miracle to stabilize their relatively new patient. By the next day it beame necessary to inform Ralph's wife, Wilma Mallory, of what had happened to her husband, without going into the gory details.

       Wilma  took one look at her husband surrounded by nurses and machines pumping various drugs into his body to keep him stable, and hit the ceiling. She refused to accept the story that Ralph had experienced a seizure. When she threatened to get a lawyer and sue the place, they tried to stonewall her, which proved to be a serious mistake. The Mallorys were well connected in the community and so it wasn't too difficult to retain the services of the best lawyer team in the area. She and her husband rarely failed to obtain the limit from those foolish enough to contest the situation. In their private life the pair were swingers and loved to take turns playing either a dominant or submissive role. Last year on their European vacation they had spent two weeks at a very select club and were used and abused night and day by almost every member in the exclusive organization. When they returned, their friends and acquaintances were astonished at the amount of weight both had lost and their reluctance to join the other swingers in the area for nearly six weeks. The gory details were to this day a great mystery to their friends despite the nasty ways they tried to extract this information from them.

       As for poor Ralph Mallory, it was a matter of poetic justice to those who knew him at his worst. It took him nearly six months to recover, but he was never the same. His current taste for sex partners had been radically skewed by his experiences just prior to his stroke and what occurred while he was in the private hospital. To make matters even more daunting, his personality had also changed, making him weak-willed when it came to members of the female persuasion or dominant males. Wilma was the first to realize that her once manly husband was permanently changed. He was passive and went out of his way to avoid having sex with her. Even when she arranged for some of her friends to assist her, he proved to be a reluctant dragon. Almost by accident Wilma learned that her once fearless husband was now just a pussy slave for any female who crooked her finger in his direction, and absolutely thrilled by any man's offer to allow him to suck his cock.

       Naturally Nancy was quick to volunteer Ralph's former office, now her territory, as a place for him to keep out of the way. That way Wilma had plenty of latitude to meet and enjoy any number of hard cocks and knowing female tongues by day. Of course poor Ralph would be physically and sexually exhausted after an honest day's work trying to satisfy all the female employees as well as the few dominant males that did business with the firm. At home he was eager for bed and plenty of sleep to prepare his body for another daunting day under Nancy's thumb. The female interns were still rewarded for good work and Ralph made sure his tongue tickled all the right places and his mouth and lips serviced other areas that also demanded attention. If time permitted, Nancy would provide lessons on how to satisfy her as well as punishing him for his various mistakes in dealing with his superiors. When she was out of the office, her second in command, a woman in her mid-fifties named Denise, who survived three failed marriages, would deal with his imperfections using a rubber hose, a cane and her favorite, the strap-on.

       As the weeks went past and Nancy began to focus on other men and women for her private fun, she soon made Denise responsible for Ralph entirely. Denise wasted no time ingratiating herself with Wilma Mallory, who was delighted that someone else had taken on the job of keeping her wasted, fully submissive husband in thrall. She happily agreed to allow Denise full access to her husband sexually along with any others she deemed appropriate to keep him in check. This arrangement became a win-win situation for all concerned. Denise managed to trigger certain portions of Ralph's psyche that allowed him to become an excellent lover for the fifty-something woman, a secret she kept from Wilma.  Except for his monthly visit to his "wife" so she could evaluate him and make sure he was physically sound, they had no contact. In time Ralph grew to fear these visits and with good reason, but that's a story for another time.

                                                                                            (To be continued - rolf palsy)