Twisted Teen Tales

                                   Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 10

                         Teen Tramp Boot Camp - Lesbian Wannabes (part 3 of 4)

       With two weeks to go before this initial session of the camp was concluded, most successfully it seemed, principal Niles Nailer turned much of his attention to Lois Hamilton and her big firm tits. He moved her into his quarters and kept her naked and restrained at all times. If he had more pressing matters such as working with that tramp Bambi or her sexed-up mother, he would turn Lois over to the nurse, who was effectively his second in command. Despite the fact that nurse Connie Hanson was a dyed in the wool lesbian, she was a team player and always did what he wished, even if it went against her grain at times.

       There were times when the devil gained control over the principal and he would let the nurse know that it was her call when it came to disciplining Lois. On those occasions he always enjoyed later forcing Lois to describe in detail all the things that were done to her by the nurse. Any detail that she overlooked meant swift retribution, which was what Nailer was seeking. Many times he would have nurse Hanson do to Lois what she forgot to mention while he watched and enjoyed her embarrassment and pain.

       Lois Hamilton was quickly introduced to the wheel, an alternate to the prayer bench that he used strictly for disciplining the teen tramps of the camp. It became her second home when she wasn't on the nurse's special table, or taking Nile's big cock in every hole or perhaps making a midnight  pilgrimage to the unofficial quarters occupied by one of the O-mobs. She spent hours kneeling on wooden rods sucking Nailer's cock, being careful not to make him get off, which was cause for a visit to the wheel and another meeting with the hickory stick or even the cane. He taught her how to keep his cock hard and on the verge of ejaculating, a state of bliss that he thoroughy enjoyed as long as he was in command of the situation.

       Once he was certain that she had learned whatever sex trick it was he taught her, he let her practice on any male staffer or O-mob member who was available. That gave him time to devote to other campers. Nights were reserved for her unless he had pressing business or was made an offer he couldn't refuse. That was when he palmed her off on the O-mobs who looked forward to her appearances, since she was always learning new tricks to use to keep them interested in fucking her senseless. This approach by Niles Nailer  was insidious. Not once did he accuse her of being a deviant, he merely trained her to be the kind of sex partner that every man dreamed of, knowing full well  that her weak-willed personality would make her fall victim to the first man who gave her a tumble. He once referred to her as his living blow-up doll, and that was fairly close to what she was becoming.

       Lois usually spent anywhere between one to two hours on the wheel being introduced to the strap, flogger, hickory stick pointer, rubber hose, switches harvested and treated from bushes that grew near the camp, and even the cane on certain rare occasions when she had been a very bad girl. The latter was a terrifying instrument he nicknamed the "whistler" for the sound that three foot length of rattan made as it sliced through the air just before tearing into the unprotected flesh of the unfortunate he was whipping.

       Her broad bottom absorbed plenty of punishment in almost every session, but rarely did he draw blood from those pale cheeks. He really loved sodomizing her after a good ass whipping, taking a break from giving her corporal punishment and reinforcing in Lois the fact that she was considered sexually attractive by this powerful personality who was also responsible for her career advancement. He would tell her repeatedly that she was one of the lucky few who were given the type of personal attention she was receiving from him. Principal Nailer liked to describe himself as her mentor in all things including sex, but never her lover. Lois finally bought into that claim, and the rest was easy, for principal Nailer that is.

       Every night that they spent together in his big bed was an opportunity for the principal to worm a little more information from Lois about her past. At first she refused to tell him anything. However after a trip to the nurse for a "pelvic" examination, she became more open to Nailer's questions about her formative years. The memory of the terrible things the nurse did to her twat and asshole with those speculums that stretched her openings to their limit and on one terrifying occasion actually caused some minor fissures to open at the mouth of her cunt, would haunt her for the rest of the time she remained at Camp Fukalot.

       He had heard bits and pieces about her bizarre life with her mother's second husband and his dominating sons, but he wanted to hear it from her lips to confirm his suspicions about how certain portions of her personality were formed. For example last semester he had heard stories of Lois being seen entering the home of two boys from his school, one of whom was a member of her class. These two were given a wide berth by most of the students due to their aggressive behavior.

       Rumor had it that they and their father were having sex with the teacher in exchange for keeping quiet about some details of her past that she had not revealed during her interview many years ago. How they found out was a mystery, but if true they had her under their thumbs, and were making the most of it. They quickly tired of using her body since she was incapable of responding normally to the things that they did to her. To guarantee her future silence, the father took some incriminating pictures of her having sex with the boys, and kept them locked away in a safe deposit box.

       Niles Nailer was bound and determined to get to the heart of the matter, even if it meant doing some serious damage to her body. In that event the principal had a fall-back plan, having Lois admitted to a private hospital to recover. It helped that he was on the board of directors. In lieu of money she would work off her debt as a live-in sex slave taking care of the wealthy male patients who came there to rest, relax and enjoy plenty of good sex provided by the hospital's staff. Nailer looked upon that option as a great way to cure Lois of her inhibitions concerning sex with males.

       He started breaking her resistance with double sessions on the wheel for four straight days. She was spared nothing. He whipped her big butt with his strap, switches freshly cut from local stands that had been soaked overnight in brine, and a wooden paddle configured to provide total coverage of one of her pale cheeks, if used properly. At each session, Lois was gagged with ripe panties donated by one of the female staffers in order not to call attention to what was taking place. After using whatever punishment tool he initially chose, he would interrogate his prisoner and continue with another implement if she still proved to be uncooperative, which was the norm for Lois Hamilton. He learned quickly that she could take about an hour of heavy duty pounding before she passed out. Nailer was amazed at her ability to endure punishment. He also realized that her secrets must be most interesting if she would allow herself to be tormented so brutally without giving up what she held deep in her memory.

       Late in the afternoon after her close encounter of the sexual kind with some O-mob where she would be fucked bowlegged for as long as three hours straight in both lower holes while hard cocks sawed away inside her mouth and down her gullet, she was returned to principal Nailer for another session on the wheel. This time Lois was attached so her front side was now exposed for whatever he wished to use on her. It was a smorgasbord of punishers that tore into her bare body as he moved from her legs to her neck, leaving a trail of cuts, welts and bruises in his wake. Twice she passed out as he whipped her mercilessly. Each time he brought her around by doing something terrible to her cunt, plunging the tool he was wielding into her tight dry hole, abrading the mucous membrane protecting the walls of her fuck tube.

       By the second day the principal had the sequence for whipping her ass down pat. First she would get the paddle until both cheeks were crimson and swollen to the point that they appeared ready to burst if  even given one extra whack. It became apparent that a two handed grip did the most damage; it sounded like a pistol shot when one of his better wallops landed flush on her big butt, making the flesh quiver and jiggle like jelly. Then he'd take it to her with the switches. The extremely flexible lengths of salt encrusted branches could find their way into the smallest areas. He liked to use them to whip the tender area between her swollen buns, often opening up wounds that would bleed steadily during the course of the whipping.

        Another favorite was the area just below her sagging swollen cheeks. He would introduce that tender region to his pointer, a two foot length of polished hickory that tapered at the end to allow special metal tips to be attached. He had three types he used, depending upon what portion of her anantomy he was going over. One was a solid ball of brass that had a hole drilled in it to allow attachment to the pointer. This worked quite well when used on her rib cage. The second type was for the tender spots like her armpits, the backs of her knees, and her tight cunt mouth. It was called a star and it was a small sphere covered with tiny spikes that would tear open her flesh if used with maximum force. Of all the implements he used on her, this and the cane terrified Lois Hamilton the most. Finally he had the option to sheath the last four inches of his pointer with a smooth metal jacket that worked especially well when he was whipping the undersides of her big firm tits.

       After whipping her until his arm got tired, he'd take a break and have nurse Hanson examine Lois to make sure she was able to take more punishment and also patch up the areas that he would not be revisiting during this session. Once she departed he would sodomize the stubborn teacher, enjoying the warmth generated by her well whipped butt as he tunneled between her crimson, welted buns. She would be quite responsive while he drilled out her asshole, her reaction surprising him somewhat. He loved to reach around and maul her dangling tits and see how far he could stretch her nipples. That always made her tighten the grip her asshole had on his cock, a feeling he loved to experience. There were times that he regretted not cultivating this bundle of paradoxes before now.

       Niles Nailer had to admit that he used the strap on her bruised and battered bottom just for the sheer enjoyment of listening to her muffled yelps as he wore out that broad ass. He'd cut a series of welts from the top of one bun to the bottom of the other. Then he'd make the same design from the other side, leaving a checkerboard pattern of welts and minor cuts behind. Finally he'd march that leather length down her flabby hams and continue all the way to the sensitive region behind her knees. She'd almost jump out of her skin when he worked that area for any length of time with the sheathed pointer. Nailer had to be very careful not to get carried away since there was no one around to call a halt to matters. The tender insides of her thighs were reserved for when she was face up on the wheel praying for someone to intercede and free her from the agony she was undergoing.

       Most of the time the principal worked on her front side just before he went to dinner, leaving Lois bound to her pallet, her belly growling from the lack of food. He had decided from the onset to put her on a starvation diet while he sweated the truth from her about her past. However he went heavy on the water, forcing her to take on large quantities of liquid that made her stomach grow round. She grew to dread her afternoon beating because now her stomach made an inviting target once he had forced her to consume perhaps two quarts of water before taking her to the wheel.

       He would start off by using a flogger on her hairless pubic mound, laying the leather on her taut skin, then beating the entrance to her twat until it was so swollen that her thick puckered cunt lips bridged the narrow slot between them. Then he might give her a taste of the hickory, whipping the same area with either the ball or star tip as she screamed soundlessly into the panties used to gag her. Satisfied that he had her attention, the principal might pull the wadded up pair of panties from her mouth and ask if she had anything to tell him about her early days as a teen. Rebuffed as usual he would take out his ire on her plump thighs, using a rubber hose to beat them until they looked like twin black and blue supports for her brutalized pubic mound, making the act of walking an agonizing proposition. He described this treatment as tenderizing her before bringing in the big guns to pulverize Lois Hamilton's naked body.

       Nailer discovered that the brine encrusted switches really did the job since they broke the skin stretched over her badly bruised thighs and drove the salt particles deep into her bleeding flesh causing her terrible pain. Her entire body would shiver and quake from the agony those narrow flexible switches created. The skin around the whipped area would turn into goose flesh almost as a sympathetic reaction to the pangs of pure pain that danced up and down those bleeding thighs. He liked to use his hickory stick equipped with the brass ball tip to finish off the insides of her tender thighs. To whip them properly required that he learn to twist his wrist immediately before the tip bit into that soft flesh. A successful strike often caused Ms. Hamilton to lose control of her bladder for a brief period of time, spraying her piss over the bleeding area, adding to the misery she was experiencing. Alas, Lois needed two days to recover before she could face another session featuring those badly beaten and bruised thighs. 

       Her eyes would get big with fright when he tapped her rounded belly, filled with a couple of quarts of icy water that sometimes made her have cramps. He would drive her to distraction by tapping her belly with the rubber hose, making her break into a sweat as she awaited the brutal attack that would soon occur. Poor Lois was always shocked and caught unprepared when the rubber hose flattened her bulging belly, causing her stomach to force the water up and out through her nostrils. Soon she would be unable to breath and often in a panic she would make things even worse while he looked on and waited for her struggles to bring the real pain and terror.

       Reviving her proved to be something of a challenge and he always made her pay dearly for that little delay in her punishment. He'd crank the wheel until her big firm tits flopped away from her chest wall, leaving them vulnerable to any of his toys such as the hickory stick, rubber hose or even the most deadly item in his arsenal, the cane. He would start her off with the stick, tapping it against the stretched flesh of her tits until she pleaded with her eyes for some form of mercy. Then he'd hit her as hard as he could, right at the spot where her tit was attached to the chest wall. The look on her face was always priceless. Her brown eyes would pop and tears ran from them in torrents as the pain raced into her brain. Even before the first wave of pain had run its course, he'd let her have it again and again. Ms. Hamilton would go mad from the pain and nearly rupture herself trying to break free of the manacles that held her naked body against the wheel. He'd step back and let her savor the blazing pain as it rocketed through her body causing her to shake uncontrollably.

       When Nailer moved in to continue her beating she'd shut her eyes almost as if that would make him go away. While he tapped the stretched skin of her other tit he would once more offer her relief if she spilled the beans about her past, promising that it would go no further than his own ears. She chose not to believe him, thus opening herself up to many more days of almost unending pain as he tortured her to her limits to make her satisfy his curiosity, nothing more than that, his curiosity. By the time he finished using the pointer on her firm tits they were swollen to almost double their normal size and badly bruised. She'd be on the verge of passing out, but he still wasn't finished giving her a good beating, the kind she might not ever want to suffer again. She proved him wrong over the next two days, but it was fun for him anyway.

                               ( To be concluded - rolf palsy)