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Twisted Teen Tales

Part 25

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 25


                                                            Fractured Family (part 9 of 10)




       Poor Bernice still had two classes to go before she faced at least a double detention session. Principal Nailer had been following her progress for the entire day and was delighted to see that every teacher had been doing his or her job to make the teen tramp feel at home in hell. Adding Samuel the janitor to the mix had proved to be a stroke of genius on the part of Ms. Watson. Too bad she had the personality of a Tasmanian devil with a cactus shoved up its ass, since she had a decent body and as far as he knew wasn't in any lesbian relationship this semester.




       Now last year had been a different story when she got the hots for that senior Bambi Barnes. She wore that teenager down with a steady diet of detention sessions featuring her strap-on and plenty of good old fashion corporal punishment. Bambi's bountiful butt was perpetually welted from the teacher's riding crop, strap and her favorite, the cane. From there it went to private sessions at her apartment where she taught her little disciple the ins and outs of pussy eating, then moved on  to fisting, golden showers, enemas and even bestiality. Her little friend and Ms. Watson's German shepherd became an item and the two of them even made a number of appearances on the Internet with the girl totally naked except for her mask.




       The subject of Nailer's thoughts was entering the next to last class of the day and it was one that under even normal circumstances could be daunting. For Bernice Grander it was a good taste of what lay ahead for her when classes ended. Bull Svabo was a veteran of two wars and numerous clandestine military activities who decided that after thirty years of killing and maiming people for a living, teaching might be a nice change of pace, especially when this allowed him access to some of the hottest, nasty, teen queens still running free. It had never been proven, but in his six years of teaching at Arnold Palmer he was rumored to have had over two dozen affairs with his female students. His approach, which was to treat them rough, always seemed to work once he had picked his target and moved in on her.




       He had a few miscalculations, but shrugged them off because there was always another victim in his sights to replace the one that got away. Fourteen year-old Bernice Grander was one of his rare failures and now it was payback time. He had her escorts secure her to his desk, ankles lashed to the legs to spread her thighs, exposing the entrance to her cunt, and a thick leather strap holding her upper body face down and flush to the top of his desk. Once this was accomplished and the escorts dismissed, he started teaching his class as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. However as he lectured, Bull Svabo held a thick wooden paddle with holes drilled in its center, and on occasion ran it across the bare body of the teen, making her quiver with anticipation. He droned along about the factors that caused WW II, and watched the eyes of his students glaze over.




       Suddenly he whirled and delivered a frightful blow to Bernice's welted butt, the holes not only accelerating the speed and power of the blow, but leaving behind a pattern of blood blisters that quickly formed as her firm flesh contracted and then rebounded to its former state. The entire class gasped and then giggled nervously as they watched the teenager frantically fight her bonds and at the same time scream the walls down. That merited another swat and this one was even more powerful, the noise it made striking her bottom sounded almost as if she was shot. There was no scream this time, the pain was so great that her vocal cords were paralyzed and the students could watch in amazement as her skin seemed to crawl from where the paddle struck. A few of the girls cried out in terror at what they were witnessing. He went back to his lecture as if nothing of substance had occurred.




       For the remainder of the class he played with the sobbing teen like a cat with a mouse, rubbing his hand over her bruised and bleeding ass cheeks, tickling her cunt lips and even pinching her clit. When she started wailing again he even took his handkerchief and stuffed it in her mouth, warning her that if she spit it out he would flattened her ass until it was a mass of bleeding hamburger. The class sat transfixed, watching his victim's struggles and the way her body twitched and shook even when he wasn't teasing it with his thick fingers.




       There was one girl, her name was Kelly, who just closed her eyes and imagined that it was her naked and bent over the desk taking one brutal blow after another interspersed with his fingers playing with her dripping cunt, excited by the pain he was producing. The day she turned eighteen, Kelly would move out of her parents' house and became Bull Svabo's live-in love slave and torture toy, but that's a tale for another time and place.




       The teacher managed to lull not only his class but his prey into a sense of false security. The moment the bell sounded, signaling the end of this class he finally delivered the ultimate blow, a two-handed smash that crushed her bruised bottom and opened up still another colony of blisters that bled profusely as Bernice fainted from the overload of pain that radiated from her badly damaged ass. He had overplayed his hand and eliminated the possibility that Bernice would be available for further pain and degradation this day, or capable of participating in the gangbang that her brother had arranged for her once she returned home that evening.




       It would be two weeks before a shell shocked Bernice Grander was ready to leave the security of her bed and face the prospect of returning to Arnold Palmer high school. This is not to imply that she spent her entire time in bed, far from it. In that period Bull Svabo got every dirty job that was available and afterward was told to stay completely away from the teenager once she returned to classes. His student following dwindled except for Kelly who was already secretly auditioning to become his partner in any erotic fantasy he could dream up for her. However this delay had little influence on Bob Grander's private life. He had already replaced Abby with a slightly older but equally well built member of his office staff. Even more importantly he began to receive pictures and tapes of Marcy undergoing various treatments aimed at returning her to being a dutiful wife.




       By the time Marcy Grander got  around to asking about all the small print in the contract she had signed it was too late to do anything about it. It seems her husband was now offficially listed as her legal guardian until such time as the designated physicians of the sanitarium declared her competent to carry out her affairs. Unfortunately for Marcy that state of mind could only be achieved by her undergoing the various therapies prescribed by her physicians, who were more interested in seeing how long they could keep her at the sanitarium rather than how fast they could rehabilitate her.




       Marcy's medical insurance package had deep pockets and there also was the matter of the "performance" fees she earned, that the sanitarium collected as well for the cost of maintaining and treating her. It seems she had signed over to the sanitarium the rights to distribute recordings and tapes of the various procedures she underwent. The list seemed endless, and for some patients that is what it was. To her horror she discovered that some patients had spent well over ten years as experimental subjects, being tortured and degraded under the guise of scientific research.




       The tapes and recordings of their ordeals were sold to rich collectors located all over the world. In some cases the older patients were also shipped to a certain type of collector who paid an exorbitant fee for the right to use them personally before making them disappear without a trace. Of course, for another large fee, the sanitarium took care of creating the paper trail that always led to a dead end somewhere in the world.




       Since his daughter, who still was partial to lesbian life, was now home recuperating from her first day back at school, Bob Grander decided to do some convincing of his own and in doing so enhance his sex life considerably by incorporating his daughter into his scenes. This night he had invited Marge from accounting, a big woman with 40DDs, to have a roll in the hay with him as a way of improving her status in the company. She jumped at the chance and didn't bat an eyelash when he introduced his daughter, naked, hands cuffed behind her back and pulled up to hook onto the metal collar around her neck.




       She wagged her finger at the teen and remarked that based on the welts, bruises and cuts decorating her bare body, she must have been quite a naughty girl today. Bernice flushed but said nothing, knowing what would happen to her if she did. Bob chimed in, commenting that she took after her mother who was now undergoing therapy at a very exclusive sanitarium located in another state.




       Bob turned on the monitor and hit the play button. The screen now showed his wife being led into a


tiled room by a pair of orderlies. She was naked except for the strait jacket that restrained her. Based on her dripping cunt, it was fairly obvious that she had just finished having sex with a considerable number of partners. This was conformed by the disembodied voice doing the narrative that stated she had just completed a sexual therapy treatment involving her and eight well hung female sex partners, each of whom had her twice using the dildo of their choice. Bob laughed when Marge exclaimed "What a whore!" He then patted the bed and she leaned forward and began feeding him her big tits to snack on while he watched the tape.




       Marcy made no effort to resist as they got her out of the strait jacket and strapped down to the gyno table for a pelvic examination narrated in detail by the announcer's voice. Marge let out a gasp when they threaded a piece of tubing into Mary's cunt and hooked the other end to a small vacuum pump.




       "They're using an aspirator on her! I had that procedure done when I was in college and thought I was knocked up. You feel queazy for at least a day after they do it and your cervix aches. It's almost enough to make you want to swear off having sex or learn to take it up the ass exclusively."




       Bob laughed and pointed to his daughter who was lying on her belly looking away from the monitor.




       "Maybe I ought to make her have that procedure after my son's friends get done gangbanging her the next time. It couldn't hurt, at least it couldn't hurt me. Who knows, it might make her swear off sex with anyone else than her loving father, brother and a few of their closest friends?"




       Marge silenced him with one of her tits that she stuffed partially into his mouth. He bit down on it until she groaned and whispered for him to stop so she could suck his cock. While she did, he watched his wife have every drop of moisture removed from her well fucked cunt as she struggled against the straps that held her fast to the table. Things got really interesting when the aspiration procedure was completed and one of the nurses coated her hand with some kind of lotion and went to work getting it into Marcy's twat.




       He made Marge back off on the blowjob and let his daughter take over to finish him off. The big woman kept herself busy by licking and kissing his balls as Bernice slowly inhaled his stiff dick and then let it pop free from between her lips The teen hadn't forgotten what he taught her when she started doing this a couple of years ago. He grinned as he saw the nurse make a fist once she got her fingers inserted. It took many long minutes of twisting and pushing for the woman to get her fist moving up Marcy's birth canal. All the while his daughter's head was bobbing up and down on his stiff prong, doing a very nice job of sword swallowing. It certainly would be a shame for a talent like she had to lose it by turning into a sex slave for some diesel dyke.




       By now the voice was intoning imminent contact between the fist and Marcy's cervix. Bob stiffened as he focused on the monitor, looking for some physical sign that the fist indeed was at its target, but nothing was visible. It was then that he felt Marge's hand wrapping around his hard dick, jacking it at a good pace into Bernice's warm, wet, suctioning mouth. Simultaneously the camera zoomed in on Marcy's tortured face and the voice announced that first contact had been made with the entrance to Marcy's uterus.




       He shut his eyes and thought about his situation, deciding that life was good and could only get better. Seconds later his cock began painting the insides of his daughter's mouth with a heavy load of thick, hot cum. What happened next is the subject for another section of this particular twisted teen tale that will see the light of day at a future date that has yet to be determined.


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