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Teenage Sex Slave - Chapter 18
I don't know what got into me. After all I was the one usually on the receiving end of things, and here I was now, doing my worse to this helpless older woman. Even as I thought about this change, my hands were gripping her head securely so I could plow out her throat. Her eyes popped and she shivered from the pain in her bloated belly and contorted intestines. My dick managed to block her throat and cut off her air supply. I watched dispassionately as her face went from pink to red, to dark blue and then a pale blue that I knew meant she was close to cashing in her chips. I glanced over to where Fateena was strumming her fat clit like it was a ukulele; lost in whatever hot sexy dream she was living. I wondered which movie star was pumping away inside her hot wet cunt as she humped him shamelessly.
It was Shabaz who stepped in at last and signaled for me to give the prisoner some air before she died. I was almost disappointed that I had to cut Mrs. S some slack. I was on a big power trip and loving every minute of it. My leader made some obscene gestures to me in hopes that I would finish my job which was to load her up with my cum before she exploded from the pressure building up from the enema she'd been holding for more than a half hour. I made her lick my balls until they glistened before taking dead aim and flooding her face with a huge load of hot creamy cum that got into her eyes and coated Mrs. Shalawadi's nose and cheeks as well.
The fun really began when we made her squat on the toilet, which still contained a goodly amount of piss and turds. Now it was also going to accept at least three quarts of the heavy-duty enema, plus whatever was loosened up from her roiling intestinal walls . It was when she started voiding this fiendish combination of items that the evil genius of Shabaz, her retainer, was demonstrated.
The finely ground chili peppers had eaten away at the mucous membrane guarding her intestines, turning them into areas where bundles of raw nerves now transmitted pain at a greatly enhanced intensity. The rough texture of the Epsom salts had scraped opened many tiny fissures in her bowels, adding to her agony as she grunted and tried to rid herself of this terrible burden. The coffee had wired her for sound, and the glycerin made it feel like she was trying to give birth to a boat anchor through her distended and bleeding asshole. Finally the alum had sucked the moisture from her bowels so to her it felt as if she was shitting fire.
Mrs. S bellowed like an animal in distress as gradually she managed to rid herself of the witch's brew of materials that made up her enema. She was on the verge of passing out, but there was still more pain, degradation and humiliation for her to endure before what was left of her bare body was removed and put to bed so she could recover and be ready for the next time I visited. Looking over at Fateena it was apparent that she was crazy for my cock, but it was getting late and I had another appointment to keep before this night was finished.
When the prisoner finally finished voiding, she was strapped down to the platform attached to the toilet and reintroduced to its contents. It took less than ten minutes of steady dunking before she lost her composure and started swallowing her enema and blood, plus the turds and piss. They slowed down the dunking, but kept her under for progressively longer periods, watching the bubbles as an indicator of when to allow her a gulp or two of air.
Slowly her belly began to swell from everything that she was forced to swallow. Now Fateena and Shabaz were taking turns punching Mrs. S in her bulging belly, making her add vomit to the foul mixture in the bowl. Finally their victim could take no more and as soon as she was submerged, Mrs. Shalawadi began inhaling the caustic, foul smelling mixture that was actually beginning to leave burn marks on her face. It was then that the thin woman decided that her prisoner had enough for one day.
On the way over to Heda's house, Fateena flipped up her dress to expose her hairy snatch and suggested strongly that l get down and start licking her to a nice big orgasm before she'd let me from the car. So it was that we parked in the driveway of Katrina's mom and I finished getting her off, being thankful that at least her crotch wasn't drawing flies like earlier before we showered together. Once more she solemnly promised that her asshole would be at my disposal the next time I visited her and Mrs. Shalawadi. When she added that it might take her mother a few days at least to recover from what she'd been through tonight, I heaved a sigh of relief. She fed me a yard of tongue and squeezed my balls affectionately before allowing me to exit her car. She backed out and was long gone before Gretchen opened the door and gave me a big smile of welcome.
All she was wearing was panty hose over a pair of full cut panties, an odd combination of attire if you asked me. It didn't take long for me to understand why both mother and daughter were wearig the same outfits. She had me strip to the skin and allow her to put me in cuffs, a big disappointment , since it indicated that my reservoir of trust had been used up entirely since last I saw them. Upstairs we went and into a new room, which was to be the place for the ladies and myself to play some serious games. As Getchen put it, the new room was a lot closer to the bathroom. This way they didn't have far to walk to begin playing whatever water sports they had planned for yours truly. Considering how I'd just participated in a raft of water sports, if you'll pardon the pun, playing Mrs. S's role was not exactly what I was hot to do.
Heda made her grand entrance once I was on my back and ready to service the pair. Like her daughter, she too was wearing panty hose over panties. It seems they got the bright idea of really getting their pussies smelling funky and tasting like some rotten mystery meat that had been marinating in a garbage can out in the hot sun for a few days. Heda had gone one up on her daughter, having just pissed in her panties. Now I understood why the bed I was lying on had a rubber sheet covering it.
I just knew who was going to settle herself on my face and start grinding her stinking wet crotch up and down on it. Just before Heda blocked my view, Getchen took her position between my spread legs and started licking the head of my cock and fondling my balls to check out my readiness for some hot sex. I've had plenty of tough times handling the quirks of my sister and her skanky girlfriend, not to mention the principal and her gang, and Heda ranked right up there. Her piss was even worse than if she just squirted it directly into my mouth. Now it was filtered through two extra layers of material, picking up some new mysterious stuff that made her piss taste even worse. On top of that I swear my tongue and the insides of my mouth began to burn as more and more of that piss filtered its way through those barriers.
Heda really distracted me from the goal of getting my cock hard and ready to service Gretchen, who was itching and raring to go. She went to her deep throat moves and that did the trick. I got hard, real hard, despite all the screwing that had happened at Mrs. Shalawadi's mansion. It was still kind of strange how Gretchen could be divorced and having a difficult time landing some regular cock. She had nice big firm titties, and her body still was curvy and meaty in all the right places.
In her case more was better, and even if now she was maybe ten or fifteen pounds over her fighting weight, she still was one hot cunt in the sack. On top of that she knew plenty of tricks when it came to getting a guy interested and keeping him that way. I sure wouldn't mind being her boy toy for a few months even as an exclusive. She sure was hotter than my mom and the other two that were my steady dirt of pussy these days.
Then for some crazy reason, Ms.Landers popped into my head. I remembered how fantastic her hot pussy was when it wrapped itself around my stiff dick. It was like being in a lake of warm butter; what a feeling! That got me to thinking about what made good pussy, and it wasn't what I thought, at least not anymore. Age had nothing to do with it; experience and keeping your body in good condition was the real key to the puzzle. That explained Ms. Landers, Heda, Mrs. Shalawadi, Ms. Joyce, even Gretchen. On the other hand it also explained that smart girl with the big vocabulary, my sister's skanky girlfriend, Katrina and Fateena. Frankly I didn't know where to put my mom, because she was still screwed up from when pop split on her.
But there was still more to the puzzle; why was I able to get it up even for skanks like my sister's fuck buddy, Katrina, Fateena, not to mention nurse Manners, the principal and almost any older woman who gave me the eye? Was there something wrong with me? Even while I was thinking about my strange response to nasty things happening to me, more aged piss was leaking through Heda's panty hose and I was sucking it up without any thought about what it was and where it came from. Suddenly Gretchen got my attention by punching me in the family jewels, and I almost choked as I gasped from the pain and Heda at that moment decided to press her piss drenched crotch even harder against my face. I was in a world of hurt and my dick shriveled up to the size of a meatball.
Now I was in very big trouble. I was not capable of delivering the meat, which made both of my partners very unhappy. Gretchen grabbed my limp cock and began slapping it silly, all the time cursing me for being worthless and unable to even get a good hard-on for her. To stop her from ruining my cock, I let her have a swift kick that caught her right between those big tits and knocked the wind out of her. The next thing I knew, Heda raked her nails down my back leaving a trail of bloody furrows and I yelped from the pain. That distracted me enough that Gretchen got in a good solid kick to my nuts and that was all she wrote. I puked up everything I'd eaten in the last day all over the rubber sheet, sending both of them scurrying. That was all I remembered until I woke up in the bathroom with Gretchen holding my head and Heda wiping my face free of my vomit and her pee.
They welcomed me back from the darkness with hugs and kisses, something I was not expecting. I figured they'd be taking turns trying to flush me down the toilet or maybe seeing how big an enema I could hold while they took turns kicking me in the belly and balls. Things had really gotten out of hand for the three of us and this close call had sobered them up. As for me, I was happy to be able to draw breath and realize that my nuts were still whole and my dick was in good working order. This I demonstrated to their satisfaction for quite some time that evening and well into the morning as well.
However before we got back down to business, off came my handcuffs and the three of us wedged ourselves into the shower and played grab ass and soaped each other until we were squeakly clean. Somehow I managed to get both of the ladies off with a good turbo tonguing while they took turns feeding me pussy until both had been launched.By then I had major wood and they hustled me to Heda's bedroom to reap or was it rape their rewards?
I'd like to provide all the gory details, but this scene was so intense that I rarely had time to remember what had just occurred since one or the other was already hardening me for another round featuring one of her special tricks. One thing I remember vividly was nailing Gretchen in the ass while Heda was sucking and tonguing my puckered asshole at the same time. What a rush! Another time Gretchen was trying to swallow my nuts while her mother deep throated me to the hilt, something I didn't believe was possible at the same time. They pulled it off and Heda was spewing cum from her nostrils for the better part of a minute as I just kept shooting and shooting. What a way to end a very long day!
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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