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Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 15
Poor Charlie had been thrashed beyond recognition by the gang of company malcontents, and was ready for the emergency room. Unfortunately she hadn't been teased and tormented to the level that her masters wished. Annabelle and Niles had taken care not to be shut out of the fun. Both had been helped in their rise to power by the fact they were "hands on" types. Perhaps that was why they had bonded so strongly, even though they were rivals for the services of the blonde bombshell. One of the company monitors had been compromised and he had a bug in his ear set to the proper frequency to communicate with the pair of corporate rivals. They had put their heads together and decided that Charlie's wasted body could handle some serious internal cleansing as well as a session on the super Syberon. The latter machine was the product of the corporate Research and Development Division that took the simple prototype and souped it up into a machine that could overwhelm even the most out of control nymphomanic.
There still was the issue of the sick sextet who wanted to be involved in anything having to do with this corporate "whore", their words not those of Annabelle and Niles. Their man was a smooth talker and he knew how to plant the right seeds in the minds of the corporate troublemakers. He observed that if they continued her beatings, he'd have to call a halt to the fun and games or risk her life, not to mention his own reputation. That seemed to calm them down somewhat. Then he held out the carrot by mentioning that damaging her insides by pumping enormous amounts of liquids into her body was another issue entirely, since that wouldn't show up for perhaps years afterward.
If they did things as he suggested, Charlie would immediately begin to suffer minor ailments that would get in the way of her enjoyment of things sexual. Then as the years went by, she'd become a sexual cripple, unable to enjoy or participate in intercourse with men, women or even animals, as well as being unable to even masturbate. If what he had heard about the behavior pattern of nymphomaniacs was valid, Charlie would likely be a candidate for the insane asylum or even a suicide watch, before she was thirty. His handlers were most impressed by his line of half truths and outright lies. Here was a man who had a future in the corporation. Naturally the sick six, as Annabelle and Niles now referred to them, were excited by the prospect of doing long term harm to this whore and getting away with it.
The bare and barely conscious Charlie was carried into another room in the suite and prepared for a liquid diet that would curl her insides. With the help of his partner and the group of malcontents, Charlie was soon surrounded by machines that would pump various liquids into her sexy body. The blonde nympho was strapped down on an articulated gyno table that allowed her body to be twisted and turned so that she could receive a combined high colonic and be machine-fucked, while at the same time her stomach was being filled to its limit. To keep everyone's interest, two members were stationed at each entry point to personally supervise the activity. Even covered with welts and other mementos of the various torments she had endured so far, Charlie was still prime grade fuckmeat, even though only one of the men was willing to acknowledge it.
To kick things off, she was given a high colonic using a special mixture guaranteed to remove any material lodged within the walls of her lower intestine. The pair supervising this procedure wanted everything to be run at the limit for as long as the machine coud operate without blowing a circuit breaker. To Charlie it felt as if her asshole and surrounding environs were being worked on by a jackhammer. Those tight sphincters guarding her rectum and anus were taking pulses of liquids running at the maximum. The lead tubing was knifing its way through her large bowel and literally blasting material from the walls that might have been there for upwards of a year. Its companion was suctioning up the loosened material and evacuating it into the collection bowl, much to the delight of her tormentors. The cramps caused by this brutal assault on her insides brought tears to Charlie's baby-blue eyes and smiles to her adversaries.
As bad as this was, the pain caused by what was happening to her uterus and vagina was even worse. She was being machine-fucked by a phallic probe designed to abrade her cunt walls and batter her cervix, the guardian to her uterus, which these days only contained her IUD. To Charlie, it felt as if she was being fucked by a water buffalo, a rather large and hot-blooded member of the herd. What she was experiencing was another quasi-product from the R&D Division. The main body of the probe was capable of expanding, thanks to a feedback mechanism that controlled the outer shell thickness. Initially it had barely touched the walls of her pussy, but after a warmup period and some adjustments keyed in by the angry black man, it was now scraping away the mucous membrane that protected the walls of her pussy. On a scale of one to ten, the current level of pain was no more than a four according to the instructions that came with this fiendish device oriented towards degrading and taming hot-blooded nymphos like Charlie.
The head of the probe was gently rounded and a fraction of a millimeter less than the main body's diameter. The reason for this was to allow the head to perform what it had been designed to do, which was to batter the cervix that covered the entry to the uterus. Each blow made the blonde bombshell grunt and her eyes tear, much to the delight of the two operating this torture tool. Hidden deep within the insides of this tool of the devil was a reservoir of liquid that had been specifically developed by the Chemistry Department. It had a much higher boiling point than water and was highly irritating. It could be delivered via tiny holes that ran the length of the probe as well as another nest of release points located in the rounded head. When that was actuated, Charlie's blue eyes nearly popped from their sockets and her bare body almost broke free from the straps holding it down to the table.
The third portion of Charlie's abdomen to be treated was her stomach. A thick, hollow tube was forced down her throat with great difficulty. She had to be "coaxed" quite a bit to put her mind to the task. However a few whiffs from the sweaty underarm of the lady with the hormone problem was sufficient to convince the nineteen year-old nympho that swallowing that nasty tubing was a better thing to do than inhale anymore of whatever was emanating from that woman. Once this was accomplished, she was at their mercy and they showed her precious little. This pair was about as unsophisticated as you could get. As soon as the tubing was lodged in Charlie's stomach, they opened the water tap to its maximum and watched almost dispassionately as the gorgeous teen's stomach began to fill. They oohed and aahed as the teen's normally flat midriff now started to become rounded. One of them placed his hand on her growing midsection and told his victim she would start looking that way soon if she continued to behave as a whore. He like the others had no clue concerning her IUD. Then he smashed his fist down on her bloated belly and grinned as Charlie began to vomit up some of the water along with whatever she'd been fed over the last day and a half. His partner pressed her armpit against Charlie's face and grinned as the helpless blonde's face grew pale and the water continued to spew from her mouth.
I'm not at all certain what I'd have done if presented with the choice of saving Charlie from herself or continuing the preliminary initiation with the women of the Tolliver family. When Miriam told me to close my eyes, and proceeded to blindfold me, my instincts told me that I might be in for a very pleasant surprise. Things got even more interesting when she told me to put my arms out to the corners of the bed so they could be tied to the posts. The thought of being unable to defend myself from whatever they had cooked up for me made me a little nervous. I was about to learn a very valuable lesson, one that would stand me in good stead for the future when I had to deal with Charlie and those who were doing their best to dominate and degrade my wayward wife at my expense. My greed overcame good sense and so I let some relative strangers put me in a situation that allowed them almost total control over me.
Once I was properly restained, the ladies started in on me once more, but this time it was for keeps. They took turns jacking me off until I was rock hard and then first one warm, wet mouth, and then the other made my stiff shaft positively vibrate from the pressure they were applying. Then it got ugly; a hand wrapped itself around my family jewels and began squeezing until the pain made me whimper. I heard the two of them laughing at my discomfort, which was more like pain and suffering as far as I was concerned. Now someone new was added to the mix. I didn't recognize the hand that started flogging my dummy, and wondered the reason for the rubber or latex glove covering it. Then I heard a soft giggle that could only belong to one of the teen goddesses that lived here. That in and of itself made my shaft turn into a tuning fork again.
A fresh mouth started to tease my cock and took me to the brink. Then that disembodied hand once more coiled around my scrotum and began applying cruel pressure that had my cock shrinking rapidly even as that sweet young mouth did its best to keep it hard and on the verge. I realized that both of the twins were now involved, and the game they were playing was part fun and part dominance mixed with a trace of sadism. I recalled the story about what the girls had been through at their last foster parents home. Evidently there had been some kind of feedback developed that was manifesting itself with yours truly. Then it dawned on me that probably Michael was also involved in the same kind of role as I was playing now, and perhaps very glad to escape the clutches of these two slightly demented sex maniacs.
My brief reverie was broken by the pain that began radiating from the head of my cock. One of these little demons was seeing how hard she could bite it without drawing blood. I heard Miriam's hearty laughter at my reaction and her urging for the girl to see what would happen if she started to nip my very vulnerable testicles. I guess the other had taken her words as a challenge and she was up to the occasion. The pain was excruciating and I damned near fainted. It was Sally Tolliver who saved the bacon as well as my family jewels, taking the twins to task and hushing her mother when Miriam tried to interrupt. I was petrified at what had just happened and swore that I'd never allow myself to ever again get into a situation such as this. Compared to these two, Charlie was a sweetheart and no trouble at all to accommodate.That observation would also be trashed in the future. However I would manage to expand my horizons when it came to nailing other ladies who were quite eager to sample the man who was married to the biggest nympho in the entire city.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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