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Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 48
Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 15)
Sarita sighed with relief when the teacher pulled on a pair of latex gloves. At least she wouldn't have to worry about getting an infection, she thought to herself. Then her eyes widened as she watched the woman open a jar of some unknown material that looked like an ointment and smear her right glove with the glistening material. She leaned forward and brushed the glove coated with the material against the mouth of Sarita's tight pussy. At first there was a tingling sensation, then it blossomed into heat, intense heat. The teenager recalled once when she was younger how painful it felt to get some very hot curry on her fingers. This reminded her of that incident. The teacher leaned forward and whispered that this might just cure her of being a tramp and a troublemaker. As she spoke, her gloved hand pressed against the twin's pussy lips that parted reluctantly and allowed the hand to enter her cunt.
Sarita wasted no time letting everyone in the room know just how she was feeling as the material began eating away at her sensitive cunt walls. What she was experiencing was called "the hot foot", and no one in his or her right mind ever wanted to endure it again. Sarita's screaming got so loud that one of the monitors gagged her with a pair of panties removed from another victim. The plump Indian teenager thrashed in agony against the straps holding her securely to the fixture. Tears poured down her brown cheeks as the ointment was pushed deeper and deeper into her tight twat. Despite all the sex she and her sister had on the trip to the US, their pussies were youthful and extremely resilient, springing back to their normally snug fitting state within a couple of days. The only thing that saved the teenager from losing her mind from the pain was the brief life of the fiery substance, especially in the presence of any source of liquid, such as the interior of her nearly perpetually oozing pussy.
The teacher had plenty of experience using this material. She knew its limitations and acted accordingly. After a second insertion of her gloved finger loaded with the "hot foot" into Sarita's tight twat, she rubbed some over one of the teen's big tits and blew on it to make it even hotter. To Sarita it was as if someone had placed a glowing ember on the fat fun bag and let it burn down through the skin and into the flesh below. Try as she might, it was impossible to shake the flame off her big tit. Naturally more was applied to its companion and once more the teen wiggled and jiggled obscenely, much to the delight of the others, teachers and monitors, working on their victims as well. Sarita cringed when the teacher's tongue licked first one and then the other armpit. It was a well-kept secret, shared only with her twin, that these areas were highly sensitive. When the teacher blew on those damp spots, the skin pebbled, revealing Sarita's dirty little secret. She screamed into the wet panties gagging her thoroughly as more of that fiendish material was slathered over her now dry armpits. Sarita was about to learn what hell felt like.
While Sarita futilely thrashed against the straps and screamed soundlessly into the panties gagging her, Sundari was now the center of a discussion between a number of teachers. They were still not satisfied that she had been properly punished for her terrible behavior. Although her asshole was effectively out of commission for the rest of the week in all probability, she deserved more pain. Naturally her cunt would be the ideal place for more pain and punishment. Now the issue was whether it should be beaten with a rubber hose until it was too swollen for sex, fisted or given a thorough water blasting from the fire hose hanging from the hooks in the wall. Most of the teachers were a bit nervous about using the fire hose on the teen, fearing they would not be able to properly control the force it could deliver to the victim. Only the big German who used to live with the principal was capable of using that tool properly, and she rarely stayed after school these days thanks to the very possessive lover with which she was sharing a bed these days.
While the discussion continued and Sarita thought she was going insane from the fire burning in her armpits, Sundari was retied to the sawhorse, this time face up after a fashion. In this position she could be easily fisted and at the same time able to orally satisfy the others waiting their turn. All they had to do was squat and maneuver their pussies to lock against her open mouth. Finally to placate the last two complainers, heavy rubber bands were looped around the plump teen's big tits to cut off the circulation. Even this was cause for an argument, since there were a few ladies who wanted to use those big tits as pincushions as well.
For the rest of the special detention session, the Indian twins were the star attraction. A few of the women joined the punishment of Sarita once they had their chance at her sister. The amount of "hot foot" that was rubbed into the buxom teen's bare body set records. Her tits were carefully coated using the stuff, with extra helpings burying her nipples once she recovered her sanity after experiencing what it might feel to have her tits soaked in gasoline and set afire. A dollop of "hot foot" was carefully inserted into her anal passage and the audience watched with glittering eyes as the teen suffered the torments of hell as her lower intestine was slowly roasted. More went between her toes and into her ears. The twin pounded her head against the metal column in an attempt to knock herself out and escape the fire that was consuming her flesh.
Nothing prevented her tormentors from finding new spots on which to set fires until they actually ran out of the wonder sauce as some described it. The last bit was lovingly massaged into her swollen clit after others had sucked that nubbin of sex flesh until it was throbbing and nearly three times its normal size. Twice Sarita fainted from the pain, but both times she was revived so she could enjoy every moment of what was happening to her hot button, which in truth was living up to its nickname. By the end of the preliminary detention session, both teens were almost catatonic, but they still faced the off-site double detention that was the bailiwick of the handpicked teacher representing principal Nailer. Little did they know that Nailer would also be attending, as well as participating in this very private session.
The ones working on the Indian twins were not at all surprised by a visit from the principal. He carefully checked on the condition of both teens, very impressed by the size of Sundari's blood-bloated tits. He added some rather mild comments on the physical state in which he found them. He also reminded the teachers and monitors that they had to get the two teens over to Ms. Lumpken's home in less than an hour. Nailer was delighted to see that they had prepared for this trip. As he looked on, they handcuffed the twins, hobbled them with links of chains, gagged and blindfolded them securely and stuffed each one in a large duffel bag that was closed with a padlock. They informed him that transportation would be made by means of an SUV owned by a friend of one of the teachers. Satisfied that all was going as planned, he bid them good day and left the school. By the time the twins were dropped off, he would be inside Ms. Lumpken's residence, all ready for fun and frolic at the twins' expense.
Lynne Lumpken escorted the teachers and their baggage into her well furnished home. She had managed to find a good lawyer and her divorce settlement was an excellent one. All she had to do was look like the wronged woman and put out some serious pussy for the lawyer, a young lady on the rise in the field. It also helped that the lawyer was almost as unhappy about her status as she was, and definitely not attractive to either sex. Lynne had not totally gotten over the trauma of having to provide sexual favors to obtain her settlement. Now having the twins under her control for even a week would go far in restoring her self-confidence and opinion about the great majority of people that she encountered.
Principal Nailer was one very unique deviation from this population. He had an aura of authority that she found herself obeying. He had even gone so far as to make her, almost against her will, have sex with him on numerous occasions. These bouts always left her weak and unfulfilled, not to mention rather sore from the pounding he gave her tight, dry cunt. To her great chagrin by the end of the session her dripping cunt produced enough pussy juice to always leave a huge stain on her sheets and be a source of amusement for the principal. Now she was going to make these little brown-skinned foreigners pay dearly for the sins of all those who made her life less than ideal.
When their blindfolds were removed the twins groaned inwardly at the prospect of servicing both the principal and that nasty schoolteacher who had caused them so much trouble. Worse yet, Sundari's asshole was blocked shut from the caning it had taken earlier at the special school detention. Add to that, all the fisting of her cunt had made that entry point very tough to penetrate even with a small fist. On the other hand she did have a thing for dominant women. Hopefully she could use her tongue to satisfy the cruel schoolteacher. That still left the school's headmaster, who would definitely want more than just her tongue licking that big cock she heard he owned and loved to use on young girls like her.
Sarita was still in shock from the awful treatment she had endured when her tormentors had used that horrible fiery salve on her private parts, making them feel as if they were being burned off. In point of fact much of the pain had already subsided, leaving very little physical damage to most of her body. Her clit was still numb, but there was no pain radiating from it. The same could not be said for her lower bowel. That dollop of salve that was pushed deep into her rectum had done some damage and it still hurt like fury. The prospect of taking the principal's big cock deep in her asshole chilled her to the bone. She'd have to negotiate with him on this matter. What she might be forced to do with the teacher was another matter altogether. She knew that she was facing a hateful, even sadistic female who would take out her frustrations and anger on her as much as she could. Sarita's only hope was that the principal could control her if she became too violent.
The naked twins, still cuffed and hobbled, but free of their gags, were dragged by the hair into the large bathroom located in one of the wings of the house. As Nailer dragged Sarita he could not resist telling her that she and her sister were going to learn all about water sports. This comment made very little to the teen until she saw what was waiting for her and Sundari in the tiled room. There was a low bench equipped with a number of straps placed against the base of one of the two commodes occupying this room. Hanging from the rod over the huge bathtub was a pair of bulging, red rubber enema bags with attachments that were foreign to Sarita. She and her sister would soon understand their purpose and wish they were somewhere else with kinder people than the two that were licking their lips in anticipation of what was to happen to the twins.
The buxom, brown-skinned teens were forced to kneel in the tub while Ms. Lumpken reached down into one of the large cabinets lining the wall and with the assistance of Niles Nailer brought out two plastic containers filled with some kind of fluid. She smiled coldly and told them that each contained a gallon of a very special liquid that the twins would be expected to drink, no matter how long it took. The first to finish would get a treat, the other a punishment. Nailer laughed mirthlessly and added that he and Ms. Lumpken would first cleanse the teens' palates before the contest began. The twins were not at all sure what this meant, but they figured it out rapidly once the two adults removed their clothing and took up positions in front of them.
Sarita faced the teacher's hairy pubes and felt her hands getting a strong grip in her hair to hold the teen's head steady. A quick glance to the side showed the same thing happening to her sister, only Nailer had already begun to pee into the teen's face, aiming obviously for her eyes and telling her to open her mouth and swallow every drop or he'd choke her out and then piss down her throat while she was unconscious. Sarita was brought back to her situation as her face was slammed against the teacher's pubes and she felt the first trickle of her acrid offering beginning to enter between her pursed lips.
(To be continued - rolf palsy)
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