Teenage Sex Slave

                        Teenage Sex Slave - Chapter 15

 

      At last the session for today had ended and yours truly had escaped detention once more, a new record. It was then that Katrina broke the bad news, tonight was double date night. I would be expected to take care of the needs of Fateena and her mother before tending to Heda and Gretchen. There also was the possibility I might be handling a third party on my first date. Suddenly my little sessions with Fateena today made a lot more sense. She had been checking me out, and I guessed I passed inspection.

 

      Although Fateena was delighted to get some good teenage cock from yours truly, her mother was kind of repressed. It seems she wanted to leave her native country in one piece, and with her assets intact. One out of two wasn't bad. It seems she left quite a bit of skin behind, but her assets were successfully smuggled from the country while the authorities were busy torturing her to make her reveal their location. She still hadn't recovered from that ordeal and was very leery of strange men, including those from America.

 

      According to Katrina the deal had just been concluded an hour ago,and her mother would see some serious money as compensation for the absence of yours truly. It wouldn't be the equal of what Fateena's mother was paying gigolos, but now all parties stood to benefit from this three way deal. That was when I inquired what my piece of the action involved. Katrina gave me a glance that spoke volumes, and then she sighed and explained the facts of life to me.

 

      Mrs. Shalawadi, Fateena's mother, was not without influence at the school. That explained how the teen got to be a monitor so quickly, mom had pull with the principal. If I did well tonight she just might put in a good word for me. After all if she could get good, young, American cock for less money than she was paying for older men who didn't have the same enthusiasm for fucking as teenagers did, she'd come out ahead. It made lots of sense to me. If I fit the needs of her and her daughter I'd manage to escape the firing squad that I'd normally be facing on the weekend.

 

      Katrina wasn't sure that nurse Manners and her buddy Ms. Landers, the history teacher, were going to let me off the hook completely, but half a skin was better than none. I wish she had picked a better metaphor to illustrate the possible outcome of my visit to the ladies this weekend. Then I blurted out what Fateena had told me about ovulating and the possibility that perhaps I'd knocked her up today.

 

      Katrina smiled and said that was the girl's hole card in case I didn't go along with the new arrangement, which would be long term in nature. She quickly corrected herself, letting me know that long term did not mean every night. All parties involved agreed that once or twice a week at the most would be the bill of fare, and I'd share in the wealth that went from party to party, since I was the asset they all were using. The deal wasn't perfect but it was better than any other offer I'd been given recently.

 

      Fateena personally drove me to her home gushing about how happy she and her mother were going to be having their own private teen cock to service them on a regular basis. I was silent,  but she took no offense. The smell emanating from her unwashed body was overpowering and cracking the car window to get a breath of fresh air was my only option. My new "owner" giggled and told me that as soon as we got to her place we were going to take a shower together before we started having sex.

 

      "Having sex", I couldn't believe this one. I teased her by innocently asking if her mother might also join us in the shower. She giggled some more and informed me that by now her mother was probably taking her third bath of the day and that would be followed by her third douche as well. I began to wonder what this woman looked like, and her fetish for cleanliness, then thought better of it.

 

      Hard to believe, but once we got into the shower, my cock quickly developed major wood. Maybe it was because Fateena had immediately started to give me a hand job and encouraged me to bite her tits as hard as I could. She got what she asked for and next her hand was guiding my stiffy into that jungle of wet fur guarding her cunt. This girl had some moves, she got credit for that. She kissed my nipples back and forth and gave my cock a slow trip in and out of her warm and very wet cunt. The cascading water carried away her body odor and she asked me to soap her up starting with her tits. They might have been small but the nipples were gigantic. I like the way they popped through my fingers when I squeezed the soap from them.

 

      She turned her back and gave me a good view of her plump ass. It was big, broad and meaty, the kind you dreamed of spanking before you shoved your cock between those crimson swollen cheeks and gave her a pounding such as she never could have imagined. I'm not sure how she did it, but she managed to capture my steel bar of a cock between her thighs and then she bent her knees and started doing squat thrusts on my dick. Man, that was freaky and I had a grand time mauling her tits and pinching her butt every chance she gave me.

 

      For her next trick my pudgy partner turned around, took the bar of soap from my hand and proceeded to take a big chunk out of it and started chewing as I gawked. She even blew some bubbles out of her mouth and I nearly freaked. She used the rest of the soap on her bush, lathering it it up until that jungle looked like some creature foaming at the mouth. She invited me to go down on her and see how good she tasted now. She had me under some kind of a spell because I went to my knees, grabbed hold of her chunky  thighs and buried my face into her soapy snatch and started chowing down like it was filet mignon. All that time she grabbed my hair and made sure I kept my face glued to her cunt mouth and working hard at getting her started off with a nice big orgasm that shortly followed and nearly drowned me in pussy juice.

 

      At long last I was about to meet Fateena's mother, the mysterious Mrs. Shalawadi. My teenage "pimp" led me into her mother's bedroom and there she was, sitting primly on the huge, super-sized bed wearing only a big smile of welcome on her face. Without a word she patted the area beside her, and I walked over, almost in a trance. Physically the mother was almost the exact opposite of her child. Her tits were big and well shaped, but the skin covering them was waxy looking, sort of reminding me of artificial fruit.

 

      She was quite slim, which only emphasized her tits, and was as bald as a cue ball downstairs. Once again the skin tone wasn't right, bright, too bright and like her tits almost looking fake. If that wasn't enough, her cunt lips looked like someone had used a fine brush to paint them on. They were so narrow and yet perfectly formed until you saw the top portion which would normally be guarding her clit. There was no break in the smooth thin line, it merely continued to complete the narrowed oval entrance to her cunt.

 

      It was hard to believe that this slim woman, who looked to be in her thirties or perhaps older, was related to Fateena. She must have read my mind because she beat me to the punch by observing that her daughter, Fausi, had escaped to American while she was captured and held incommunicado by those who had overthrown the government. A few months before this upheaval, her husband passed away and left her his fortune which was considerable.

 

      It ranged from a Swiss bank account holding many millions, through stocks and bonds issued by the foremost corporations of the world to jewelry and art worth another small fortune. The new regime was intent upon getting their hands on this wealth, and had set up a special prison located away from any large city in the country to house those individuals who were deemed noncooperative in achieving the aims of the new order of things. Fortunately for Fausi, she and a faithful retainer named Shabaz had taken flight to America only weeks before the coup occurred, bearing the majority of the wealth that had been bequeathed to Fausi's mother.

 

      When Mrs. Shalawadi entered the prison, she weighed seventy-eight kilos. In the four months they held her captive she endured a steady diet of terrible tortures, near starvation and brutal rapes. On the day they released her, she had lost a little over thirty kilos. It comprised flesh such as her nipples, parts of her tits, cunt lips and clit, plus substantial amounts of skin flayed from her naked body during lengthy torture sessions that sometimes drove her to the point that given an opportunity, she would have killed herself rather than face those grinning sadists again.

 

      Her hearing was greatly diminished from a fiendish torture know as the  "phone call". She would hang naked from two sets of metal rods, securely restrained, with special ear phones taped to her ears. Not only could these phones transmit sound, they could also deliver bursts of high voltage electricity that raced through her brain leaving the "guest" drooling and unable to answer the simplest questions such as "What is your name?"

 

      By the time she was released, she suffered from acute incontinence, unable to control either her bladder or bowels thanks to the dozens of rapes she endured daily. Her vagina and rectum were turned into gaping wounds that never shut and constantly oozed foul smelling liquids such that her rapists were forced to employ condoms to protect themselves from whatever STDs she had contracted. Even this was turned against her, as they took to coating their condoms with pastes made from the local plant life that made Mrs. Shalawadi think her insides had caught fire.

 

      She'd been mated to every breed of dog in the country and some shipped in from other places for the expressed purpose of raping her and others like her. Photographs were often taken and posted on the Internet from rogue servers located in the country. Many times she was knocked senseless by the bigger animals who were drugged to make their assaults even more frenzied and painful.

 

      The worst things that were done to her involved her external sex organs and breasts. Initially her torturers amused themselves by tearing out hunks of her thick pubic hair.For a time they used tweezers to pluck those hard to get hairs from her anal region and inner thighs. Dull razors became the instrument of choice for a time, as they did terrible damage to her smooth skin and left armies of ingrown hair that tormented her for the entire time she stayed a prisoner. By far the worst thing they did to her pubes was to soak the skin in a slow acting acid solution that took over half a day to remove all the remaining hair and the skin beneath. They used uppers to keep her awake the entire time and her vocal cords finally failed, leaving her to grimace her agony as they roared with laughter.

 

      Mrs. Shalawadi was one tough cookie and it got to be a game of chicken between her and her torturers as to see who would flinch first. They were becoming quite worried that she might die without yielding her wealth and become a cause celebre that might topple their shaky hold on the country. That led them to their ultimate weapon, the mutilation of her sex organs and breasts. It was done without any form of anesthetic and took nearly a week to perform competely due to the loss of blood and her weakened condition.

 

      They began with her breasts, injecting them with a solution that infused itself into her tit tissue, causing them to grow larger. It took nearly a day to make the thirty plus injections that were required. Her swollen breasts were then encased in wet leather bags with sharpened slivers of metal sewn inside so that any movement of those big jugs would cut or carve away the flesh it encountered. The bags were heated with hair dryers to make them fit like a second skin, and then the fun began. When they peeled the bags from her casabas the next day, the skin covering her tits was almost totally flayed, and Mrs. Shalawadi had gone into shock. For a few days it was touch and go whether she would recover.

 

                  ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )