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Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 47
Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 14)
Bright and early on Monday morning, Wilma dropped off the twins at the entrance to the school where the nurse waited with a broad smile on her normally stolid face. The teens were tricked out like a pair of hookers from leather collars to the fuck-me pumps and anklets covering their feet. In between it was tight tops and super short skirts over thongs and shelf bras. Nurse Wilson could barely contain her glee. These two looked as if they were dressed for Halloween. Their teachers would have a field day giving them gigs and perhaps even forcing them to disrobe in front of the class, then take their seats and remain naked until it was time for the next class.
It was worth losing an hour of sleep to have this opportunity to get to know the new foreign students close up and very personal. Since the girls looked and dressed the same, it was all but impossible to separate them. To solve this problem, the nurse decided that only one would undress and be examined at a time. She was fairly sure that there would be some type of mark that separated the twins from each other. That way she could name each by code rather than real names. As luck would have it, Sundari had a very small mole located on the inside of her left thigh. The fact that she also exhibited a slightly swollen pussy and evidence of having had a considerable amount of sex during the last forty-eight to seventy-two hours excited the nurse no end.
Her luck turned into a jackpot when the twin responded passionately to the insertion of a cold speculum into her slightly distended pussy. Nurse Wilson even stole a kiss, pressing her lips to the fold of flesh that guarded the teen's clit. Her moan was a sure sign that this one was very passionate and might well be leaning in the direction of the lesbian life. When she palpitated the large firm tits jutting from the teen's chest she immediately noticed how stiff the nipples became when her hand brushed them during her examination. During the entire examination the twin's eyes stayed shut, a mannerism that the nurse thought to be cute. Little did she know just how wanton this little bundle of sex flesh could be with the proper stimulation from either a man or a woman.
Sarita proved to be just as passionate whenever nurse Wilson accidentally pushed or brushed against one of her hot buttons. She also had some minor marks on her body, but nothing as outstanding as the other one's mole. However she too showed evidence of having had lots and lots of sex a few days ago. She wondered just how many of her partners were women; the answer would have astonished her. Nurse Wilson managed to work a lubricated finger into Sarita's asshole and wiggle it around to check her reactions, which were substantial. This one was as hot or perhaps hotter than her sister. Her mind began to wonder as she imagined that these two twin teasers were in her apartment, naked and restrained, while she and a few of her closest gal pals took turns exciting the plump, buxom, Indian teens to one awesome orgasm after another. Sarita's stifled giggles finally awoke her from her dream, but she still had her way with the teen, squeezing one of her fat tits and thumbing the nipple into rock hardness, before allowing her to climb down from the examination table and dress.
To say that the Krishna twins created a sensation was putting it mildly. They created miniature riots in every class they attended. Regardless of the teacher's gender they were quickly punished in a manner that should have held them up to scorn, but such was not the case. The twins reveled in stripping down to their bras and thongs, creating erections and wet pussies by the dozens as the class, both girls and boys, gawked and planned to get their hands on these hot bodied visitors from another much more exotic portion of the world. In two classes, the teacher made them go naked. In one of them the thirty-something female teacher, Ms. Lumpken, made them bend over and hold their plump ass cheeks apart for the entire session. She also gave them a special double detention for the week at her home, after the standard detention took place.
When she announced that unheard of punishment, the entire class gasped. Secretly many of the young ladies had damp crotches just thinking about what might befall the twins at the teacher's home. There were some stories told about her taste for pain and suffering, especially when young girls were involved. The boys on the other hand all dreamed of being asked to assist the teacher in effectively disciplining these plump big-titted foreigners for this breach of conduct that went against the principles exhibited by the school's namesake. Naturally in their world, these brown-skinned strangers would be properly skewered in both cunt and asshole by their long thick cocks until they begged for mercy.
Little did anyone know, but the principal had put the teacher up to this draconian penalty. He was well aware that she was a closet misanthrope and if anything she hated well built, young girls even more than the rest of the people in this world. Her panties were soaked by the time her class ended and the naked twins had wiggled their slutty bodies from her room in the company of a quartet of muscular female hall monitors sent by Nailer to escort them to his special detention area. To reach that place of misery required them to pass through the regular detention area which was now beginning to be occupied by those unfortunates discovered breaking school rules and regulations. There were many stories told of what went on behind those locked doors, but no one had ever revealed its secrets for fear of returning there for even more stringent discipline.
The first thing that the twins saw upon entering this room was the naked girl who appeared to be too young to be a member of the school. She was hanging by her wrists, legs pulled apart and anchored to ringbolts in the floor. Her skinny body was covered with fresh welts criss crossing her flat chest. Her coin slot of a cunt was hairless and had been recently whipped with one of the crops or quirts hanging from the wall. Her mouth was filled with a rubber ball held in place by straps that wrapped around her head. Her eyes were wide and tears were running down her sallow cheeks. Upon closer examination the girl sported a set of angry red nipples that seemed to belong on some one much older than she appeared to be. Clamped to the base of each was a metal paper clamp that seemed to be burrowing deeper into her flesh with every shallow breath she took.
One of the escorts laughed harshly and observed that they would have to do a lot more than dress like sluts to get the kind of treatment that Su Ling was enduring. The twins thanked their lucky stars, but still wondered just what the poor thing had done to merit such savage punishment. Another monitor added that the Chinese cupcake, as they called their victim, spent more time here than in her classes. Her parents had specifically requested that she be severely punished for the slightest infraction. The principal had taken them at their word. Su Ling was staying with a family that was extremely loyal to her parents, who had arranged to have them immigrate to the US well in advance of her arrival. They obeyed the parents every wish. Nailer was sometimes concerned that the starvation diet and the extremely severe discipline they meted out to the girl would ultimately lead to her hospitalization. The parents had addressed even this eventuality in advance. In the event that Su Ling required medical attention, she was to be admitted to a private hospital located a few hours drive by ambulance from the school.
Sarita was the first to go over the "prayer" bench. It was a simple sawhorse; the type used by carpenters the world over. This one was padded in certain areas to prevent the offender from further physical damage while she was being chastised. The nickname came from the pleading and begging from those who experienced the beatings that were meted out by the teachers and their student aides. The twin was given the option of being gagged in exchange for an additional ten strokes of the cane. Her original punishment was to be forty strokes using one of the whippy bamboo rods that decorated the wall. Sarita decided to gut it out, having no knowledge of the level of pain associated with this implement. She soon regretted her choice. She took ten apiece on the backs of her legs as she screamed down the walls of the detention room.
There was a break and Sarita felt a knowing finger probing her tight dry cunt. There was a chuckle and the observation that this one wasn't much of a masochist. Then a second and third finger entered her loosening twat and the knuckles began rubbing up against her clit, bringing a long drawn out moan from the Indian teen. By the time the fourth finger joined the fray Sarita was beginning to drip. Then those digits were quickly withdrawn and seconds later a whirring sound filled the air. Before Sarita could steel herself for the blow, it slashed across her plump bottom, leaving a deep, angry welt that mushroomed from the scarlet skin of her rump. She shrieked with each blow that fell, her quivering voice becoming harsher with every stroke that tore into her swollen ass. The teen would have sworn that her bottom was bleeding profusely after it absorbed ten of the best, but she would have been incorrect. A disembodied voice announced that there were ten more to go and then she'd be done with this round of her punishment.
The Indian teen was not prepared for the way that the last ten strokes were delivered. The teacher using the cane put every ounce of strength she had into each blow that landed on Sarita's swollen backside. This group formed a checkerboard pattern on her burning butt; the first eight covering each cheek with fresh angry welts from edge to edge. It was the last two that broke her will. They exploded down into that crevice separating her sore, swollen buttocks. The pain was blinding and Sarita had no voice left to indicate just how terrible those final two strokes felt. It would be many days before she was able to have a bowel movement that did not cause her great pain. It was a tearful, shaking teenager who was finally released from the sawhorse and allowed to rest before her next punishment.
Sundari put up a tremendous struggle before the trio of females was able to strap her down to the sawhorse. They were so annoyed with her lack of discipline that they decided she would be gagged and an extra ten strokes would be added, bringing the total to sixty strokes. This allowed the trio of teachers to evenly distribute the number of strokes each would be given. There was some debate over which portion of the teen's anatomy would be given to which teacher, but that too was finally resolved. Sundari would be given thirty of the best to her plump backside, with each teacher allowed two to the crack between her plump cheeks. She would be in agony for days afterward, but it was her fault for acting so childishly during her detention. The other thirty would be used on the backs of her legs and thighs as well as the hollows behind her knees. Sundari would not be able to walk without grimacing for over a week.
Unlike her sister, Sundari's caning deliberately drew blood. By the time they finished scoring and scarring her plump bottom, rivulets of blood were running down the backs of her legs from the brutal punishment they dealt out. Her face was pale and contorted in agony by the time the last six strokes of the cane landed between her rounded ass cheeks. During the subsequent whipping of the backs of her legs she passed out and almost choked to death on the gag she nearly swallowed before they could retrieve it from her clenched jaws. Numerous photographs were taken of this terrible beating and passed around to all the teachers so they might use them to keep their fractious students under control. More than one teacher used them for their own personal needs and fantasies, which was not unexpected considering the spectrum of personalities that taught at Arnold Palmer high school.
It was Sarita's turn to mount another of the interesting fixtures found in this large room. It looked very simple, and it was. It was also very painful for the unfortunate troublemaker who was strapped to it. It consisted of a plastic bucket seat attached to a vertical metal column. There was a ring on the upper portion of the column that was used to hold the unfortunate student's arms up over her head. Extending out from the column were two metal tracks to which the troublemaker's legs were strapped. These wings were capable of moving apart at various angles. In this configuration the user of this fixture had easy access to the recalcitrant student's crotch area. Soon Sarita understood only too well what could occur once her bare body was exposed in this manner. One of the teachers who had given her well in excess of the number of demerits necessary for special detention now seated herself between the plump Indian teen's spread thighs and smiled coldly. Sarita knew inherently that she was in for a great deal of pain, and the teacher, a recently divorced woman in her early forties, wasted no time in demonstrating just how much pain could be provided with some very simple approaches.
(To be continued - rolf palsy)
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