Sister's Pimp

            Sister's Pimp - Chapter 22

       It was touch and go for the better part of two months as Martine Calvert worked to rehabilitate Ruth and Tracy Klunder, using different techniques for each. Ruth was very set in her ways and there were many days when Martine was on the verge of throwing her hands up and leaving the woman to turn herself into a mindless lump of flesh good only for staring at the television screen whether or not it was operating. Perhaps what kept her going was the relationship she was developing with Tracy. The teen was not as malleable as Martine had hoped, but she was able to make halting progress in turning the tramp into a useful member of society.

       Tracy was allowed more freedom than she deserved, but she did have an advantage over her mistress. The teen intuitively understood that the older woman wanted her youthful body. To Tracy this attractive woman from a foreign country was the essence of excitement, the forbidden. It helped that her mother was unable to do anything about the relationship that was developing between the two. In fact, Ruth had no idea what was going on outside of the narrow world in which she existed, ruled with an iron hand by the merciless Martine Calvert.

       For the first few weeks Tracy tried to push the envelope, and succeeded almost as many times as she failed. She still flounced out the door in the morning wearing an outfit more suitable for a slut, or worse still, a prostitute. Martine was amused at first over this form of rebellion. It was refreshing when compared to what she was experiencing with Ruth. The mother did as little as possible to avoid serious pain. This irritated and exasperated her trainer, the disciplinarian. She took her morning enema, followed by a severe spanking to make her sensitive to Martine's mood that day. The harder and longer the spanking, the worse it was going to be.

       Ruth found herself on a starvation diet. Then she was introduced to exercise, something she loathed. She refused to exercise unless she was fed properly. The first time she reacted this way, Martine made her consume an entire bar of laundry soap, the caustic kind used for heavy duty cleaning. She vomited numerous times, but Martine was adamant that she finish the task or suffer a more severe punishment. An hour after she started this unequal struggle, Martine introduced her to the riding crop. For the next hour or so Martine chased the overweight Ruth Klunder around her home using the crop to decorate her saggy ass and the backs of her pudgy legs. The woman finally collapsed from exhaustion and Martine had a field day, raining dozens of accurately struck blows from her trusty riding crop onto the big target she provided. All her victim could do was roll from one side to the other so that no portion of her bare body took too many hits. Martine finally tired on this one-sided battle and left the sobbing woman alone so she could recover her equilibrium.

       Mistress Calvert returned sometime later with another bar of soap for Ruth to swallow. She also carried a sawed off broomstick she'd found in the kitchen. Ruth's eyes got wide and she tried unsuccessfully to escape from the room. She failed and paid an awful price. Tripped to the floor, she never stood a chance. Martine used the broomstick on her legs and then smashed it again and again onto the canvas straitjacket that restrained her bare body. Those blows left deep bruises that stayed for many weeks. Martine then proceeded to drag Ruth by the hair into the bathroom. Into the shower she went and on came the cold water. The shower door was slammed shut and Martine left to make some phone calls.

       During that time Tracy arrived at school and by her second class had caused enough trouble to be ticketed for detention after classes. The tramp had a date with one of the male teachers for lunch and she was the main course, spreading her legs for his big cock not once, but twice. He pumped her full of cum and didn't even let her take a shower or douche afterward. That afternoon she stunk of cum and pussy juice, irritating those around her, as well as one of the female teachers who also gigged her for after school detention. Although she had a number of offers for a little action after detention was finished, Tracy decided to go home as a peace offering for her new wet nurse as she thought of Martine. Martine Calvert was not amused.

       Ruth Klunder had been in the shower for the better part of the afternoon, and was soaked to the skin and blue from the icy torrent she had endured. Twice she had been dragged from the shower for a beating with first the broomstick and then the crop. After that she had been given the choice of another session featuring a cold shower or eating the soap. Both times she took the shower, angering Martine to the quick. Now, who should come prancing in and very late at that, but Tracy the teenage tramp, reeking of solidifying cum and oozing fresh pussy juice from her recent masturbation session in the girls bathroom. She'd done it with the stall open for all to see just what a super tramp she really was. Martine was neither amused nor in a forgiving mood. Tracy had much to learn when it came to adult females that weren't teachers or spinsters.

       The teen tramp was ordered to go to her room and wait there until Martine came for her. Naturally brain dead Tracy thought that this would be the moment when her wet nurse professed her undying love for her and offered anything she wished in exchange for her hot young body in the same bed as she. The teenager had a great deal to learn when it came to the French woman. Tracy let out a loud gasp when her mother entered, followed by Martine. Ruth's lower body was covered with blotches, bruises, blood blisters and cuts of various sizes and depth, some still bleeding. The teen's next gasp was even louder as her mother was struck viciously across the back of her head by the broomstick in the French woman's hand. Her overweight charge nearly fell to the floor from the blow that dazed her somewhat.

       Martine pointed a finger at the teen and ordered Tracy to remove all her clothing and be quick about it unless she wanted a taste of the broomstick as well. The girl got naked in record time. The skinny teen's face paled when she was told to spread her legs and allow her mother to start cleaning out that sewer she called a cunt. To emphasize the seriousness of the situation, Martine slapped Ruth across the face twice and told her to kneel and start sucking out her daughter's well-fucked pussy and not to stop until she was told. The look on the teen tramp's face was priceless as her mother's tongue tentatively licked the outside of her hairless twat.

       Twenty minutes later the French woman allowed Ruth to take a break from her labors. She had taken to her daughter's pussy like the starving wretch she had become. It was a revelation for both Klunders. Ruth discovered that it wasn't as terrible as she thought; in fact she actually enjoyed the way her daughter relaxed after the first penetration of her tongue into that forbidden territory. Tracy was thrilled to her toes by the fact that it was her mother's tongue enthusiastically scooping out all that cum that had been shot into her twat today, and greedily swallowing every trace with smacking lips. Martine was most happy to see how the two were bonding. This was going to be a very enjoyable assignment if this was any indication of how it would progress.

       Their mistress knew that it was impossible for them to completely bond or become civilized in only a few days, but this was progress and she was satisfied. Ruth was put back to work on her daughter's muffin, and from the look of bliss on Tracy's face, she was in heaven for the moment. Of course she would have to pay a penalty for her bad behavior at school today. She had already been informed by one of the female teachers about Tracy's behavior and asked to apply more discipline and control over the girl in the future. Ms. Calvert was most amused that she had been mistaken for Ruth Klunder. She would allow this charade to continue, since it provided her the information that she knew Tracy would try to conceal from her. She let Ruth lap away at Tracy's pubic mound, noisily slobbering and grunting as she did her best to inhale the girl's tender twat and the surrounding area. Finally satisfied that there would be no orgasm occurring from her efforts, she ordered Ruth to stop. After reminding Tracy that tomorrow was a school day, she strongly suggested that the teen tramp do her homework and then turn in for the night, making sure that Tracy understood that she would not be having any supper this evening.

       After locking Ruth into the small, windowless room in which she was kept when not being supervised by Martine, the French woman took a leisurely shower and after putting on her robe, decided to check up on little Tracy. It wasn't even necessary to open the door to hear what was going on in the teen's bedroom. Tracy was on the phone, talking in low tones to a student or perhaps teacher about a pending meeting for some hot sex. She was describing the outfit she'd be wearing and what she planned to have him do to her during their date. Martine's face darkened when Tracy mentioned what had happened between her and Ruth. This was totally unacceptable and so she entered the girl's room without knocking, her face tight with anger.

       Sitting on a chair beside the desk was Tracy, wearing only a see-through teddy. The food on the desk was evidence that she had disobeyed Martine in more ways than one. The teen had been masturbating while she spoke to whoever it was on the other side of the line. Caught in the act, she hung up the phone and tried to compose herself. Martine slapped the girl across the face as she attempted to rise from the chair. It tipped over and she staggered toward the bed, only to be caught by another blow to the ear, this time from the angry woman's closed fist. Tracy put up her arms to protect her face and for her troubles took a knee driven up between the trampy teen's legs, flattening her blood-filled cunt lips and forcing up some bile from her nearly empty stomach.

       Martine grabbed Tracy's hair and pushed the girl back onto the bed, quickly straddling her chest. She slammed the tramp's head against the bed a number of times, rattling her teeth and bringing tears to her eyes. Tracy didn't put up much of a struggle and Martine's anger quickly cooled. In the brief struggle the woman's robe had come undone and Tracy was staring up at a set of plump tits with large areolas and fat nipples that must have been at least an inch and half long. Martine was taken by surprise when the teen grabbed her around the midriff and pulled her down so that they were face to face. For a few seconds there was only the sound of their panting, then Tracy took the initiative, pulling Martine's face down so she could kiss her.

       This was totally unexpected and for a heartbeat or two or three, she was passive. Then the woman reciprocated with more enthusiasm and energy than she had planned. For a very long time they stayed that way, their tongues dueling and lips pressing together and breaking apart. Martine was able to smell the scent of pussy juice emanating from her skinny charge that had become a lot more to her in a matter of a few seconds time. Rationally this could not be happening. Logically this should not be happening. How did this come to be? All these thoughts flew by in fractions of seconds as Martine tried to cope with this overload of emotion that had taken control of both of them. So it came to pass that Tracy and Martine spent most of the next few hours exploring each other's bodies, discovering that despite the age difference and perspective, they did have something in common, their physical attraction.

       Tracy was astonished to discover that Martine not only had a thick pelt guarding her cunt, she also had a forest in each armpit. It took a few attempts, but soon she learned how to properly lick those hairy armpits to give her new lover a great deal of pleasure. Martine advised her to start allowing her hair to grow in the same areas as hers, guaranteeing she would attract a better grade of lover, both male and female, in this manner. When Martine went down on Tracy, she felt as if her entire body was floating in space, so great was the pleasure she experienced. Soon they were locked in an ardent sixty-nine position, tongues working diligently to pleasure their partner. It was Martine who had the first orgasm, a loud groan issuing from her as she shook like a leaf in a windstorm. Tracy felt a power within her fifteen-year-old body that she hadn't known existed.

       Martine made Tracy stretch out on her bed and spread her legs. The next thing the teen felt were fingers parting her outer, then inner cunt lips and a warm breath on her exposed clitoris. Then the warmth was replaced by a wet tongue and then a pair of lips sucking that nubbin into full hardness. It felt at times like torture as Tracy was brought closer and ever so closer to that magic moment when she would have the first orgasm produced by someone other than herself. It came suddenly and it was magical! Her entire body shook and she had difficulty breathing as her heart pounded and beads of perspiration popped out all over her bare body. When Martine kissed her nipples she went to heaven and stayed there for the longest time.

       Upon recovering from this cataclysmic event, her only thoughts were to remain with her mysterious mistress and do it over and over until she passed out from ecstasy. It was not to be, for Martine reminded her that she had to be spanked and rather hard for all the bad things she did this day. However, Martine was too weary from the wonderful time they had, that she granted Tracy a reprieve until tomorrow. The teen tramp was at a loss to explain why this had to be that way. At her tender age and lacking any experience with more adult passion, it was impossible for her to understand Martine's insistence that she pay a penalty for her poor behavior today. What did that mean compared to what they had just shared? Tracy Klunder had much to learn and many of the lessons would be painful.

       

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)