Sister's Pimp

Sister's Pimp - Chapter 23

       It was a confused Tracy Klunder who watched Martine Calvert leave the room, naked and stinking of sweat and sex, carrying her robe over one arm. For a woman her age she had a fabulous body and Tracy desperately wanted to go down on her for at least another couple of hours. She was already planning to get up early tomorrow morning and snuggle into the French woman's bed and wake her with some tongue action on or even inside her hairy pussy. Getting to school on time was a distant second when compared to eating Martine's hot, juicy slit. The trampy teen finally got to sleep by masturbating and imaging it was Martine strumming her fat, super sensitive clit.

       Martine was the one that awoke Tracy, and then abruptly left the bedroom to look after Ruth. This morning after Tracy went to school, she intended to let Ruth get out of the straitjacket to see if she was docile enough for just handcuffs and a hobble. The poor woman had not eaten anything of significance since Martine had joined the Klunder family. After tethering her in the shower, and locking the bathroom door from the outside, she checked on the progress of Tracy.

       The teen had regressed since last night and promised to be a handful, arguing that her outfit for the day was within regulations. It wasn't, and would really make her the center of attention at Arnold Palmer high school. Unfortunately for Tracy, on that she was correct. The first call to the house was less than an hour after school began for the day. Martine refused to come to the school and take "her" child home, and that was that. Whoever was on the other end of the line threatened to have Tracy suspended. That was something else. She told the person that a family member would be over shortly to escort Tracy home. You can imagine the pleasure this gave yours truly when Martine tapped me for this little assignment.

       Evidently Tracy had decided that her underwear was superfluous, and thus had removed it the moment she was within the school. Her skirt was slit to the thighs on both sides and showed that the teen tramp was naked from the waist down. Her see-through top also revealed no bra, but instead a set of pointy nipples. She immediately flashed the lesbian teacher she had for her first class. The poor woman was between lovers and the sight of Tracy's hairless clam, glistening with juice from her quick session of masturbation in the girls bathroom was most evident. To say she was tongue-tied was an understatement. When the hot teen shifted her body to give the teacher an even better view of her dripping twat, it put her over the edge. The first detention notification was presented to the teen and she was asked to leave the classroom. It took two burly hall monitors to remove the struggling Tracy Klunder and drag her down to the principal's office. Nailer hit the ceiling, and the rest was history.

       The little teaser even had the nerve to flash me as we drove over to the house. The aroma of freshly aroused pussy flesh filled my car and I had to open the window to get some clean air. Then she hiked up her super-short skirt and gave me a full view of that puffy clam, innocently inquiring if I wanted a taste or perhaps even a quickie before I dropped her off at her place. Without taking my eyes off the road, I reached over and gave that pouting pussy a good whack and she let out a yelp and accused me of trying to rape her. For her troubles she got a second slap, just as hard and just as accurate. Damned if the little cock teaser didn't try to unzip my fly and get at my semi-hard cock. I'm only human and that was a nice piece of pussy she was showing, even though it was attached to an ignorant, thoughtless, cock-teasing slut of a tramp. If I weren't on such a tight schedule, I'd have given her a spanking she'd long remember once we arrived at her place. Instead I pushed her from the car and watched her scamper into the house where an infuriated Martine Calvert awaited.

       What happened once Tracy disappeared behind the front door to her house was a deep, dark secret known to only a few confidants, including my dear old mother. What is known to those curious to ask was that Tracy Klunder was suspended for the rest of the school term and neither seen nor heard by all but a few of the inner circle. Her next appearance was at the summer camp run by principal Nailer. She had developed a nice set of tits, as the result of some advanced plastic surgery performed by Dr. Patterson, in exchange for Tracy's professional services. The details of what happened to her at camp Fukalot that summer are still not public knowledge. It is however rumored that Tracy set new records in many sexual categories and was the first camper to have had sex with all the other attendees plus every single member of the staff, as well as all those volunteers who made up the numerous O-mobs that were an integral, but unofficial part of the camp Fukalot experience. She never returned to Arnold Palmer high school, but is being home schooled by her new mistress, Ms. Martine Calvert, who is a very stern taskmistress and disciplinarian according to those who know her. Rumor has it that young Tracy loves every minute of the brutal discipline that her mistress Martine still applies to her.

       Mom was one of those trusted souls that Martine called upon to assist her in breaking the bad habits that Ruth and her trampy daughter had developed. It took some effort on my part to get mom to tell me some of the highlights of her visits. I always had to deliver plenty of hard cock while she dredged up her memories of what took place when she was at the Klunder residence. Ruth showed definite signs of benefiting from Martine's regimen of very little food and plenty of heavy exercise. Throw in daily enemas of various concoctions and as much physical and mental discipline as the woman could endure and you had the recipe for making her lose over thirty pounds in around six weeks or so. Mom never saw Ruth with any clothing no matter what the temperature in the old drafty house. The woman was always hobbled and cuffed, and lots of times gagged as well. She always seemed to have fresh welts and bruises from the beatings she took for any misstep or sign of disobedience to Martine's directives. Her pubic air was removed about midway in the program, and she was kept bald down below by means of the very painful bikini waxes she got every week.

       Little Tracy was not in evidence very often, which made the changes that took place in her physical appearance much more startling. Mom had assisted Martine in giving Tracy a huge enema one afternoon. The tramp had lost considerable weight, way too much for her skinny body. Her eyes were ringed with dark circles from lack of sleep and seemed to be sinking into her skull. Naturally she was stark naked, which showed the type of discipline that emaciated body was taking on what seemed like a daily basis. Every time that mom saw Tracy she had fresh cuts, bruises, welts, and even on one-occasion burns that couldn't have been made more than a few hours ago. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and the cuffs were always ratcheted down to bite into her bony wrists. Once, the skin had been broken and fresh blood was seeping from the area just below where the cuffs were contacting her parchment-like skin. A second set of cuffs pulled her elbows almost together, and a third set ate into the flesh of her stringy, upper arms.  

       The thing that really caught mom's eye was the condition of the teen's budding tits, rounded ass and hairless pussy. Martine had no problem with telling mom what she used to discipline young Tracy. Mom always felt that there was more behind what she said, much more. However no matter how long I ate mom's pussy or even licked and sucked her tight asshole, she never gave up any extra information about why Martine whipped the teen tramp so brutally and so often. Tracy took the strap every day, sometimes there were two or even three sessions if she was really out of hand. It was a mystery to mom exactly how the troubled teen could be out of hand considering the way she was restrained and the emaciated condition of her body.

       The strap was used on her pussy and chest, usually twenty to thirty times on each area. Tracy took those standing, with her legs wide apart to make whipping her pussy a simple task. For every lash she tried to evade, she got two more. Tracy learned to stand and take it for as long as Martine's arm was able to wield the strap. The teen's pussy was always criss crossed with angry welts and on a few occasions Martine bragged that the entrance to Tracy's cunt was swollen shut after back to back whippings for some serious infraction of the rules.

       Mom only looked at Tracy's destroyed ass when she had the need, such as sodomizing the teen with a monster dildo or shoving a nozzle up her loose asshole to give her a special enema guaranteed to make the teen tramp think that her insides had caught fire. Martine had developed an approach that utterly devastated what was Tracy's best feature, her apple shaped ass. The troublemaker would be tied down over a padded bench, making her ass a perfect target. Martine would start by using a heavy wooden paddle with holes drilled through it to make the impact greater when it flattened the teen tramp's round ass. Using a two-handed grip she'd give the girl as many as twenty plus blows, sometimes taking fifteen minutes to finish that phase of the pounding. They she'd use the strap, both ends, to whip the purple, blotchy flesh already covered with blisters, causing most to burst and spread a sheen of liquid from them that covered her blistered buns. Tracy would always be gagged for this type of beating and rarely was she conscious when Martine was done beating her. If she was really out of control, Martine would pour heavily salted hot water over Tracy's swollen ass and leave the girl to shiver and wish she were dead. You talk about tough love; this was the ultimate.

       Gradually the pendulum swung from Ruth to Tracy. Ruth began to shape up quickly and that allowed Ms. Calvert to send more time disciplining Tracy. The trampy teen would be cuffed and hobbled before being shoved into the shower to either freeze or broil by the hour, depending upon Martine's mood and the type of offense that Tracy had committed. The beatings grew more frequent and lengthier until Tracy became one large bruise from head to toe. Martine started inviting teachers of both sexes from the school to have a turn or two on a very helpless Tracy. They certainly proved the validity of the old saying about payback being a bitch. What ultimately saved the teenager's mind and health was the way she responded to any sexual hint from either Martine or her mother, Ruth. 

       This renewed interest in sex rekindled Martine's feelings for the teenager as well as making her sensitive to Ruth as a sexual being as well. It seems that Ruth had feelings for other women that she kept locked away deep in her psyche. Once she came out of the closet, everything changed. She could hardly wait to get her hands on her daughter, despite her emaciated form and inability to sexually perform with any type of energy. Ruth found that she enjoyed being the aggressor when it came to Tracy and more submissive when it was Martine and her doing something taboo in the privacy of the bedroom or bathroom or wherever their fancy took them.

       To restore the teen's self-confidence once she was brought to heel, Martine convinced Ruth to let the girl have breast implants. Dr. Patterson was delighted to be able to experiment with a new procedure on his patient, who was penniless. In his interviews before her operation, he also discovered that she had a very strong sex drive and a slight touch of masochism. She became more than just a patient despite her poor physical condition and the marks left from the brutal treatment she had endured over many long months. It turned out that despite the number of male teachers who had the teen at their mercy during her ordeal, none were interested in fucking what looked like a survivor from a concentration camp. The plastic surgeon was the first real cock she got since her expulsion from high school. In fact the night before her surgery, he did her twice and during the second pounding she had an orgasm, a weak one, but a convincing demonstration that she was on the path to full recovery when it came to having heterosexual relations.

       The surgery was so successful, that to celebrate his new breakthrough, which would bring in over a hundred thousand dollars every two or three months, and to make sure it could be done on more senior types like Ruth, he made her his second patient. For some strange reason, he and Ruth were attracted to each other. They went at it like two teenagers for months until their relationship cooled down somewhat. It seems that many of his new patients weren't half bad looking before the surgery, and looked like porn stars afterward. Often the happy client provided the good doctor a bonus involving access to her goodies for a period of time while she healed completely. As far as Ruth was concerned, she was free as a bird and looking foxy and fine to both men and women. Even yours truly was happy as a clam at high tide to share a bed with the new, confident, and very sexy Ruth Klunder.

       Jumping ahead of myself, the reunion between Tracy, her doctor, Ruth and Martine was fantastic. The night before, the teen tramp had taken on three O-mobs, a camp record. In less than six hours after the last mob member had pumped his final load into her swampy, super-loose snatch, Tracy was greeted and immediately taken to the best suite in the fancy hotel located a few miles from camp Fukalot. All she had on were a pair of shorts that hugged her pussy like a second skin and an elastic top that was stretched to its limit by the 38 double Ds it was trying to contain. Once the door to the suite was shut, off came her shorts and top and into the bedroom they marched her. By the time she reached the bed, her hands were cuffed behind her back. She grinned at the sight of the dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, condoms, gags and even a custom built straitjacket plus various lubricants waiting to be used on her not so tight twat and somewhat tighter asshole. Her grin turned into a broad smile as the doctor approached her, a syringe in his hand, ready to shoot up her big tits and pussy to make them even more sensitive for what was planned by her dear friends.

                       (To be continued - rolf palsy)