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Sister's Pimp - Chapter 21
It was astonishing the way Martine whipped Ruth Klunder and her ditzy daughter into shape. At first Ruthie continued to ignore Martine's suggestions, and her bad attitude rubbed off on Tracy in no time flat. The skinny prick teaser came and went as she pleased, spreading for any guy who gave her a second look. At school she was known as "mattress back", and was on every teacher's shit list. Detention was a place where she trolled for cock, arranging to do guys after they were let out for the day. Martine just pushed up the heat and let things come to a boil before she moved in and took command.
During the waiting period, she did some work with the new additions to the organization. She and Mary Connors got pretty thick, but mom didn't seem to care. Later I learned that mom and Dr. Patterson had gotten very serious. The plastic surgeon had gone so far as to rejuvenate mom's twat again and make her tight as a teenager. He also added another cup size to her already impressive tits. This helped her business significantly and naturally she reciprocated whenever she got a chance to do him. You have to remember that most of his patients from the organization were paying with pussy and ass for the nice things he did for their self esteem.
It was the good doctor P who finally got Karen Bross out of her funk. She had really taken the gangbang she experienced very hard. It had been ugly and violent, leaving her a basket case. Only Martine seemed to understand exactly what was causing her problem. I had finally gotten around to realizing the lady from France was a jewel, a crown jewel no less. It took lots of groveling on my part before she accepted my efforts to apologize for my boorish behavior. One of these days I'll describe some of the treatments I had to endure in order to get on her good side.
Karen Bross had tits that charitably could be described as crepe shaped, and during her period they swelled to almost B-cup size. After going under the knife she awoke to discover she now was sporting a set of tits that threatened to overflow from a 37C bra. To make her even more enticing he had nearly doubled the size of her nipples and by readjusting the blood flow to them made them stiff as granite most of the time. She broke down and shed tears of joy when she got a good look at her new squeezies with their pointed nips.
Once her boys got a look at their mother's new tits, there was no way she could keep them out of her bed. After a few sessions that left her breathless and pleasantly sore, she could not pass their room without dropping in for some hot sex, even when they had visitors. Karen didn't care whether they were male or female, just as long as they wanted to join in the fun. These days she was extremely popular around the groups and was scheduled for more work that would make her tight as a teen for perhaps five years before she needed some rework. Life was good for Ms. Bross and only going to get better.
Getting back to the Klunders, Martine finally brought down the hammer and moved into their place and really put the wood to both of them. Ruthie was now thirty-one pounds overweight, and Tracy had turned into a slut. It took a little energy but Martine managed to overcome Ruthie's weight advantage and soon had her naked and in restraints, a canvas straitjacket that Tracy declared to be utterly tacky. The short chain that hobbled her further only made Ruth Klunder resist even more and make enough noise to wake the dead, at least that's the way the French woman described those first few hours.
Ruth was soon muffled with a giant ball gag that hardly allowed her to swallow her saliva. Her jaws began to hurt within an hour and it only got worse over the next day or so. Her slutty daughter was horrified when she returned from her little tryst with an older student who took her to a deserted building on the outskirts of town and screwed her bowlegged in the backseat of his car. He kept her thong as a souvenir, and warned Tracy about telling anyone what he and she had done. She went over Martine's knee and her tight, apple butt was pounded into mush; at least that's what Tracy thought. Then she was marched into the bathroom, made to strip to the skin and stand inspection to see in what kind of trouble she had gotten herself this time. The evidence was painfully apparent, a swollen cunt mouth drooling semen. The girl made an attempt to escape from the woman but was easily overpowered. It was then that the fun began, fun for Martine, misery and pain for Tracy.
Martine had already stockpiled in the bathroom what she figured she might need to restrain the teenager. Before Tracy knew what was happening, a leather collar had been fastened around her neck and her hands were cuffed behind her back. She was ready for a nice cold shower. The little tramp was pushed roughly into the shower stall and her collar fixed to the neck of the showerhead by a small length of chain. Martine smiled at the girl and tweaked her nipples until they were hard. There was nothing that Tracy could do to stop the violation of her naked body. She gasped and tried to escape the four fingers that knifed into her cum soaked cunt. They were withdrawn and offered to the teenaged slut. Tracy shook her head and did her best to avoid having the cum on Martine's fingers fed into her mouth. The curse words meant little to the slutty cunt, but the open handed slap across her face said volumes. Then one of her crepe shaped tits was twisted cruelly until she screamed herself hoarse. Another roundhouse blow to her face turned the skinny teen into a blubbering wreck. Satisfied, Martine turned on the cold water and stepped from the shower stall, leaving Tracy to figure out a way to avoid freezing her little fanny off from the frigid stream that splashed down on her naked body. Martine smiled broadly as she heard the strumpet's teeth beginning to chatter. She closed the shower door and left the girl alone to enjoy her shower.
The straitjacket had been deliberately designed to give easy access to Ruth's cunt and asshole. So while Tracy was being turned into a block of shivering, tramp-slut ice, her mother was being given lesson one of her new education. She started out grunting and crying as Martine shaved her crotch with no lubrication, using a cheap razor that left a trail of nicks and gashes in its wake. It seemed that every time Ruth grunted and moved her body, the razor dug deep into her flesh, leaving another gash that bled profusely. The ex-Mrs. Klunder began to panic and struggle fruitlessly in a vain attempt to escape from the confining canvas shroud that covered her upper body and kept her arms immobilized. For her reward she had to contend with the woman's fist as it split her cunt lips and began moving north towards her uterus.
Ruth Klunder had never experienced the joys of being fisted by someone who really knew what she was doing. Martine Calvert had made up her mind to give this overweight slacker a taste of what it meant to be punished for her behavior without leaving any evidence behind her. If this were someone for whom she had affection, her hand would have been liberally coated with some type of lubricant to make the experience more pleasurable. Her movements would have been gentle and much smoother as she slowly worked her fist deeper and deeper into her lover's cunt. In the case of this woman her movements were abrupt and aimed at causing pain. This was easily accomplished by rotating her fist and striking the cunt walls, trying to stretch that tube of flesh to its limits. For every movement forward, she tried to counter it with a move backward to gain some leverage for the next thrust towards her victim's birth chamber.
It was a simple matter to learn what kept Ruth on the edge of panicking. The side-to-side movements were painful and it showed in her prisoner's eyes, but the second, more powerful thrusts with her closed hand did the most damage, bringing tears streaming down the woman's pudgy cheeks. About half way up Ruth's birth canal, Martine began opening her fist to put more pressure on the tender cunt walls that were roiling from all the contact she was giving them. Occasionally she would mange to scratch those sore walls with her long fingernails, bringing muffled screams from her captive. That always brought a smile to Martine's patrician face.
For all the pain and suffering Ruth imagined she had endured, it was a rather short session until Martine's fist made contact with the overweight divorcee's cervix. She only dealt it one sharp blow that made Ruth's eyes nearly pop from her head. It was a threat and a message to the woman that her days of ignoring reality were ended. Martine looked her squarely in the face, only inches separating them. Without warning she coughed up some phlegm, added saliva and spit the mess into Ruth's face, getting some in her eyes.
Her victim was in shock from this vile act. She was brought back to earth by a vicious slap to the face that made her head spin. Then her antagonist grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back to its limit before she spoke.
" I'll not waste words or my precious time on a slattern like you. Your daughter deserves much more than what he's gotten from you as a role model. She'll be getting most of my valuable time until she improves her behavior or demonstrates she is beyond salvation. Your road will be much harder and receive precious little attention from me except to punish you for not obeying my commands, which will be for your own good. Until you have rid yourself of that ugly pot belly, flabby thighs and sagging bottom, the only things going up that dry cunt of yours will be my fist, your daughter's leg and the longest, thickest dildo I can find to use on you. "
Ruth Klunder blanched as she heard these words. Here she was, naked and securely restrained by this horrid straitjacket, absolutely at the mercy of this angry foreigner. What was she to do? She was so busy feeling sorry for herself that she never saw the slap that numbed one side of her face. It was going to be a nightmare for her and Tracy, of that she was certain. Ruth shook her head to clear the cobwebs, and by that time Martine had left, leaving the helpless woman to her thoughts.
Little, skinny Tracy was blue by the time her mistress arrived to free her from the torrent of bitterly cold water pelting her shaking body. Getting her out of the shower and wrapped in a towel was no problem for the French woman. Her maternal instincts were stirred as she held the shivering girl in her arms and felt some compassion for the teenager who looked for all the world like a lost child. Martine could not resist kissing her wet brow, then her benumbed nose and finally her bluish lips. The woman was amazed when she felt the teen's tongue worming its way between her warm, wet lips and into Martine's mouth. The slut, the tramp, the whore in training, had just revealed her dirty little secret; she liked females perhaps even more than those other creatures with hard cocks and coarse, uncaring hands.
It would have been so easy for Martine to take the skinny teen to bed and begin her training in the fine art of Sapphic love, but she demurred. Her duty was primarily to this child's mother for all the talk she had just given to that poor creature. To be so bold at this juncture would be folly as well as unprofessional. She thought quickly for a way to signal to the young girl that there might be some hope for their relationship in the future. Without thinking, she had already accomplished that. Her hands had found Tracy's stiff nipples and were gently twisting them between her fingers. The girl had her eyes shut tightly but her breathing belied her lack of any overt reaction to the gentle fondling and teasing those aroused teats were receiving. The connection had been made; they both knew it. Even as they looked away from each other, the couple was smiling in unison. Things at the Klunder residence were about to become very heated, and quickly.
(To be continued - rolf palsy)
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