Wimp Family's Training

                               Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 04

                              

       While Damon waited for his servant to return from putting Darla to bed, he turned on the monitor that was recording whatever was taking place in the children's bedroom. They were huddled beneath the one thin blanket that was the only protection from the chill that had crept in once the sun set. He laughed at the pair arguing over how to keep warm. Carl was the more practical of the two, claiming that hugging would generate enough body heat to warm the pair and help them get through the cold night. His sister would have none of it, and he knew exactly why, her fear of unwanted advances on the part of her brother. Perhaps the boy wasn't as far gone as he first thought. The continued sparring back and forth had the makings of a stalemate.

       Just as he was about to terminate the broadcast the girl, Lilith, had a change of heart and agreed to let her brother hug her while they were front to back in the spoon position. They moved carefully until their situation seemed relatively comfortable. That however did not last long as Lilith began to try to escape her brother's hug, her voice almost a hiss as she announced that something of his was poking against her bottom and she wanted it removed at once! Walter's timing was impeccable.

       The tall black man instantly homed in on what was occurring and chuckled. "So the boy is making his move already. I am impressed." Damon joined him in a good laugh at the antics that were going on beneath the thin blanket. Obviously Carl's cock was rubbing against his sister's bare bottom with the type of response that any normal, healthy boy would develop, an erection. Walter chimed in with the information that Carl was rather well hung for his age and his sister had a very nice set of tits and they were still growing.

       "It looks like you'll be having a very good time in my absence. Just remember what I said, no pregnancies, and don't you get frisky and cornhole Carl either." They enjoyed the joke and then settled down to discuss matters. Walter was of the opinion that once the pair got rid of their inhibitions when it came to having sex with each other, they would be in a position to respond favorably to the training they'd be receiving.

       Damon countered with the observation that the twins would likely try to seduce both of the children as soon as they were under their thumbs. Walter was encouraged to give them plenty of leeway in this area even if thing got a little sticky. If the twins were successful, it would make it much easier for the pair to start doing each other, especially if their sleeping arrangements became even more Spartan, such as losing their only blanket, which would bring things such as Carl's dick and Lilith's pussy to a head. They enjoyed another laugh at the play on words.

       Early the next morning a shivering  and absolutely shocked Darla Warren was roused from her troubled sleep to be confronted by Damon, Walter and two strangers. There was little she could do about it since she was stark naked and manacled to the corners of her narrow, very uncomfortable bed. Walter freed her and marched the shaken woman into the bathroom where he administered two huge cold water enemas laced with a chemical that enhanced their characteristics and made Darla feel as if her insides had been sandblasted. This was followed by a  bracing cold shower. He then marched his shivering charge into a room down the hall where the two strangers had set up shop, which in this case consisted of a large wooden crate with foam cutouts approximately matching her body.

       It took them the better part of an hour to squeeze her bare body into a skintight rubber suit with compartments that allowed restraints to be added, in this case leather straps that immobilized her arms and legs. A helmet similar to those worn by fighter pilots was placed over her head and attached to an umbilical cord that supplied air and other forms of stimulation to the woman along with recorded instructions that she was informed must be memorized by the time she reached her destination. To make sure that she was cooperating, Darla would have to answer certain questions at times while she was in transit. Failure to provide proper answers would result in her being suitably punished to act as an incentive for her to remain focused on the material she was being fed.

       Just before the top of the crate was to be nailed shut prior to being transported to the waiting plane at a nearby airport, Damon leaned over and informed her that he too would be traveling with her. The only difference was he was going first class while she was part of the cargo down in the belly of the aircraft. At this revelation she began to panic, but was immediately calmed by a quick infusion of some gaseous chemical compound from the small cylinder one of the strangers had in his possession. Twenty minutes later the van carrying her and Damon departed, leaving Walter in charge of the four teens now under the roof of his employer's home.

       As the plane droned its way across state after state, Damon amused himself by using a small hand-held computer that could turn off her air supply for various lengths of time and track the increase in respiration and blood pressure that this caused. He was also able to listen to the questions Darla was asked to answer and her replies. It wasn't fair, but at times he deliberately turned off her air supply while she was being questioned, causing wrong or no answers. This meant punishment, and so she was punished with jolts of high voltage electricity from wires embedded in her rubber flight suit.

       There was also one other toy for him to operate to pass the time. A small composite ball had been buried inside her vagina that when activated expanded slowly until it stretched her fuck channel to near its limit of elasticity. Darla was setting  records for elevated blood pressure and increased respiration with each activation. Fortunately for her, there was a feedback system that prevented the helpless woman from experiencing rates that would be hazardous to her overall health and general welfare. Still in all it was a delightful way to pass the time as the aircraft headed west towards its destination.

       The moment Damon was gone from the house, the twins made a beeline for the basement where the Warren kids were being kept. Despite the chill air the girls wore only their white cotton panties, which was sort of the uniform of the day around the home. They waited impatiently for Walter to come downstairs and open up the room so they could get at the children. Despite their age, fourteen, they were vastly more sophisticated and orders of magnitude nastier than the older Warren children. They had flipped a coin this morning to see which of the Warren brood would be under the discipline of which Jordan girl for the day. Angela had won the right to have Carl as her licker, and definitely not her boots either, while Hecate had to be satisfied with the prissy wuss Lilith.

       Walter finally put in an appearance, having decided that the twins had their limit of teasing for the day. He couldn't resist asking what it was worth to them for him to open the door and look the other way as they tore into their prey. Without even taking time for a deep breath, both offered their sweet pussies,  rounded bottoms and tasty titties plus a blowjob at a time to be determined once they had their way with the Warren children. He feigned disinterest and then broke into a smile and used his key to open the door. The twins let out a shriek of happiness at the sight of the naked pair shivering under the thin blanket. Hecate yanked it away and their shrieks grew even more piercing as they saw the condition of the two. Even Walter could not contain himself when he realized what he was seeing.

       The servant quickly took charge of the situation, ordering the pair to stand up with their legs spread wide and their fingers locked together and hands behind their necks. The two young hellions were jumping up and down like kids come to see what Santa had left for them. The pair blushed scarlet as they exposed their naked bodies to Walter's scrutiny. This was the first time he had gotten a good look at them.

       Lilith had a fine set of tits for a teen her age, but she also had saddle bags, a slightly protruding stomach and some sag to her bottom, all quite correctable and to him a source of great enjoyment as he did so. Her pubic hair was thick and unruly, seeming to run in all directions, quite in contrast to the neatly trimmed patches that adorned the pubic mounds of the twins. This was even easier to fix and he just knew the twins would be delighted to assist him in this process.

       Carl had quite an impressively sized penis for a lad of fifteen, and currently it was in full erection since he had yet to relieve his bladder this morning. His skin was smooth, almost like a female, and he could best be described as plump for his age. However what held Walter's eye was the crusted layer of dried cum that extended from the boy's pubic hair almost up to his hairless chest. This made him the center of attention for everyone in the room, including his sister, who looked decidedly unhappy at his condition.

       Angela positively beamed at what she saw decorating Carl's front, while Hecate, who had drawn the boy's sister, merely glowered, unhappy at her luck.  Walter clucked his tongue and inquired of the lad how it came to pass that his body was coated with what appeared to be his own cum. The youth was silent, his eyes downcast. Then his sister piped up and blew the whistle on him, much to the delight of the twins and Walter.

       "It's all his fault. He kept poking me with that thing! I kept telling him to stop doing it and he said he had no contol over it, and I was to blame for being unclothed and a source of temptation. What utter nonsense! He'd never paid one wit of attention to me in all our years and out of the blue he's now attempting to assault my person with that thing! I told him to use his hand to make it get soft so we could resume hugging and go to sleep. Then after a few minutes of his disgusting efforts to soften it, he began to cry. I couldn't stand that so I reached over without looking at it and massaged the thing until it was soft, a process that took less than a minute and which he seemed to enjoy, like the pervert I now believe him to be!"

       Lilith was mortified at the gales of laugher that burst forth from her captors. There were tears flowing from Walter's eyes and he couldn't control his laughter. Hecate and Angela pointed at each other and roared with glee over Lilith's revelations. Then the poor benighted teenager only added more fuel to the fire with her next comment that during the long night she was accosted on three other occasions to relieve the hardness of her brother's thing, which she did in self defense, fearing for the consequences if she did not acquiesce to his perverted demands.

       Things turned ugly at that point. Hecate remarked that there certainly looked to be more than four loads of cum crusting the boy's chest and stomach, and questioned the credibility of his sister's accusations just for the hell of it. Carl began to blubber like a baby and that infuriated Angela who lost her mind for a moment and kicked her slave for the day squarely in the nuts. For a time there was silence in the room broken only by Angela's deep breathing and Carl's attempt to scream that came out choked and almost feminine in tone. Not to be outdone, Hecate stepped up and kneed Lilith in the crotch, causing her to double over at the same time she lost control of her full bladder and began spraying piss all over herself and the floor. Moments later Carl began to upchuck and soon his lunch and dinner joined Lilith's pee on the floor.

       A furious Walter waded in and quickly restored order. The twins found themselves on their hands and knees cleaning up the mess made by the Warren children that they caused. Walter meanwhile had taken the boy and girl down to the tiny bathroom and was supervising them as Carl took an icy cold shower while his sister squatted over the toilet, her bottom inches from the seat and moved her bowels. Only when she was finished was Carl allowed to get out of the shower and take her place while she shivered and hopped up and down trying to generate some heat to ward off the chill that seemed to freeze her entire body inside as well as out. Lilith was a nice bluish color when her brother finally finished evacuating his bowels.

       He marched the shivering pair back to their room and supervised the twins as they finished the job of cleaning up the floor. He warned the Warren children not to take any liberties with each other while he took care of some unfinished business with the twins, who went pale at his words. They knew better than to try to resist, they had been way out of line and now their cute little tushes were going to pay a price for their error in judgment. Even though they knew what to expect, there was still some moistness accumulating in the gussets of their white cotton panties. With the pain would ultimately come some pleasure, at least that's what they hoped.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )