Raquel's Tales Of

Perverse Delights

Ms. Claire's Body Image Resort For Exceptional Young Ladies

By Raquel Silestra

(Eating Disorders, Lesbianism, Vomit, Smoking, Non-Consensual, Consensual, Underage, Violence, etc.)

WARNING: Don't read this story if you are under 18 years of age or offended by any of the above topics. The author does not condone anything illegal. Abide by all the laws that apply to your locality and country. Now that all that is said and done, if you aren't offended by rape, or incest, or shit eating, or disgusting practices, or forced and/or encouraged eating disorders, or lesbianism, or smoking, or anything at all, then you may read on, and please - enjoy!

Part One

Ms. Claire O'Donnell awoke early that morning, just as the sky was turning the faintest shade of pink, about a half hour or so before the sun would rise. In the relative dark of the early morn, Claire stretched luxuriously in her bed, enjoying the slippery, sensuous feel of the pure silk sheets she slept with on her nude, pretty body. Claire was 33 years old, and despite a tiny few laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, could otherwise pass for twenty five. In her heart, she never aged either, for she was a happy, free spirit. Claire had extremely long red hair (being of Scottish descent) that hung down well past her bum and touched the backs of her knees. She usually put it up in an elaborate bun when sleeping however, but during the day let her beautiful long locks flow freely about her back and shoulders, swishing around her bare knees and bum. Claire's skin was the palest white (again, thanks to her Scottish blood) and she had a beyond excessive amount of freckles on her face, nose, cheeks, and body overall. There were more freckles showing than clear patches of skin.

Claire quickly ran her fingers through her untrimmed, thick cunt bush (which was a natural red, coarse and wiry) and hopped out of bed, enjoying the sensations as her fingers rubbed against her already stiff and overly sensitive clit. Grabbing her first cigarette of the day, Claire lit it and walked out nude onto her small balcony, enjoying the view of the trees, fields, the slowly rising sun, and of course, the beautifully natural grounds of her resort. Claire was the owner and manager of "Ms. Claire's Body Image Resort For Exceptional Young Ladies", a private resort that took in young women (for a very hefty fee of course), usually for several months at a time, but sometimes up to a year, and helped them with eating disorders. Claire had never married, but in her twenties had experienced remarkable business success in Glasgow through advertising, and after a lovely drive alone in the country on her 29th birthday, Claire had discovered a fabulous, huge parcel of land that was perfect for what she had been thinking of starting up. It was more than 40 miles from any civilization too, which was important to her plans.

Claire immediately purchased the land (for a bargain as well) and by the time she was thirty, had finished building her special resort for young ladies. Claire began to advertise discreetly in places she knew her clients would be found, and before long Claire had a huge waiting list (she still does to this day). Ms. Claire's Body Image Resort for Exceptional Young Ladies offers treatment for both anorexic women and overweight women. Many of Claire's resort's clients are there by choice, but some are sent by their parents or relatives against their will. Claire opens her arms to them all and whether they want it or not, once on her property, they receive Claire's full treatment for as long as she deems necessary.

Running the resort has been a dream come true, Claire thought to herself as she sucked a pleasant lungful of cigarette smoke into her body, exhaling it smoothly in a steady stream after holding it in for several seconds. Being the headmistress of the resort was an ongoing fantasy of hers being continually fulfilled with each new day. Claire smiled as she stood bare-assed nude on the balcony and saw in the distance one of the anorexic girls staying at the resort run outside of the Ferguson Dormitory, also nude. Clothing was not allowed at the resort. Claire saw the girl get down on her knees, and stick two fingers deep into her throat. Forcing herself to retch with her fingers, within seconds, the girl made herself puke out her chewed-up, barely-digested early breakfast in its entirety, all over the grass. The girl's name was Rhonita, a latina girl aged 16. She was 5'4" and currently weighed a skinny 102 lbs. Claire was pleased to see that Rhonita was following the rules set out for her treatment so far, and drooled as she thought of how much weight Rhonita was going to lose during her time here.

You see, Claire O'Donnell, as headmistress, encouraged and exacerbated the eating disorders of the young ladies who came to stay at her resort. Through her rigidly enforced treatment programs, the ladies' eating disorders always became worse and permanently active. She never let her clients or their families know this in advance, though. They all came to Claire's private resort seeking to be cured, thinking they were going to receive genuine help for their disorders - how wrong they were! The fact that her clients were desperate enough for help to pay a huge sum to come stay at the resort and agree to Claire's orders no matter what made Claire even hornier. She also outright started and caused permanent eating disorders in any young women who came to stay there who hadn't had eating problems in the first place. This hadn't happened as often as Claire had liked, since most of her clientele did have a serious eating problem of some sort already when they first arrived. But every now and then, a girl who was just naturally a bit too thin or plump, got sent her way by parents with overactive imaginations. Claire O'Donnell was a wicked bitch who knew how to get what she wanted. She knew that every girl who didn't belong here had a potential Anorexic Amy or Blubbery Betty waiting inside of her that Claire was going to bring out to stay. The ones who did belong here, of course, who really needed help because they were either eating or starving themselves to death, well, those were the majority at the resort, and treating them as she did gave Claire endless pleasure.

Claire herself had always enjoyed eating whatever she wanted, but had an excellent metabolism. Coupled with plenty of walking and a 2-packs-a-day cigarette smoking addiction, Claire had no eating issues. She was right in the middle, with a little pudge the way she liked here and there, but considered average by most. She was the headmistress after all, and had to set an example of normalcy that her girls would always see and find as impossible to reach, visually reinforcing their lack of self-esteem.

A regular part of the morning schedule for the anorexic residents was to sit in tortured silence and watch Claire eat a sumptuous breakfast. Claire would take perversely cruel delight in smacking her lips as she ate pancakes slathered in butter and dripping with maple syrup; as she drank freshly squeezed orange juice, and flavored coffee mixed with whole cream; as she ate a whole plate of delicious, juicy bacon - all the while grinning at the bone-thin anorexics, saying things like, "Now see ladies? I am not a fat freak, so I can enjoy a nice breakfast. Lose some fucking weight, bitches, and perhaps one day you'll be able to do the same. Maybe then you'll stop being failures."

Seeing a large delivery truck coming down the winding, hilly road in the distance, Claire lit another cigarette and walked down the stairs attached to her balcony. Standing barefoot and nude in the dirt driveway, her nipples puckering from the early morning damp and chill (which she rather liked), Claire smoked as she watched the truck pull up, stop, and its driver get out with a clipboard and a pen.

"Good morning, Ms. O'Donnell," the driver said amiably. "I've got a big load of deliveries here for you today, and three more deliveries later this week. Today we have 5000 cartons of extra-tar, extra-nicotine cigarettes...1000 Pyromatic-brand disposable lighters...4000 litres of bottled liquid laxatives...3000 pounds of anal suppositories...let's see, uh...500 fifty-pound tubs of industrial lard...500 fifty-pound tubs of congealed pork fat...5000 small boxes of 'Kleen-ex' tissues....and 10 fresh axes." The driver smiled and said, "Whew, I'm glad that I don't have to lift all of this with my arms! You want it in the Supplies warehouse like usual, Ms. O'Donnell?" He had delivered regularly to the resort since it had opened for business, and knew the usual routine.

Claire smiled back, a vision of youthful beauty, exhaling a thick stream of cancer-causing smoke from her tar-blackened lungs through her flared nostrils luxuriously as she did so. "Yes, that'll be fine, Zeke," she said, twisting her left nipple between her fingertips as she looked at him. She knew he wanted her and enjoyed teasing him. She was a lesbian and wouldn't be granting his wishes regarding her any time soon, but privately she had considered letting Zeke the delivery driver have some fun with some of her girls sometime. While Claire didn't like doing cock, she immensely enjoyed watching other girls do it.

Zeke's cock had been hard as steel since he got out of the truck, and seeing Claire tease him was only making it harder. Tipping his cap, he got back in the truck to drop off the supplies. After Zeke drove off down the driveway, Claire decided to stop in at Ferguson Dormitory and see how her clients who suffered from anorexia were doing this morning. Claire O'Donnell was nothing if not a very attentive (and abusive) headmistress. She smiled widely to herself, knowing that someone was going to get a beating and worse in a few minutes.

Opening the front door to the cheerily light-blue painted dormitory house, Claire padded totally nude into the dining room where breakfast was being served at the long communal table. Her bare feet soles felt good on the cool vinyl floor (she had put slippery vinyl flooring down in the dorms to facilitate easier clean-up of purged food). Claire saw that only half of the girls living in the dorm were actually eating breakfast, the other half preferring to starve themselves further. 14 girls sat at the table, picking meagerly at the beautiful spread of rich pancakes dripping with butter and syrup, bacon, sausages, jam waffles, milk, orange juice, coffee and tea that had been laid out for them like it was most mornings. Claire had posted the rules about breakfast on the wall: Any girl who ate even a morsel of the incredibly tempting breakfast was going to be severely punished, and the more she ate the more punishment she'd receive. Smelling the food, even by accident, was against the rules also and considered equal to eating. The girls who ate were required to purge their breakfasts by forcing themselves to vomit, immediately after finishing eating. Anyone who failed to purge or couldn't prove they had puked up their breakfast (cameras were mounted in the approved purging areas to provide such proof if needed) received additional punishment on top of that they would already receive for eating in the first place. Claire always lavished praises on the girls who consistently refused to so much as come near the breakfast table, let alone eat anything (not even a crumb) from it. However, just as these starving bitches felt even the slightest hint of self-worth or accomplishment, Claire would immediately reiterate aloud how they were all still nasty fat pigs with a long way to go, who would probably never reach their goal of being truly thin, and how fucking disappointing they were to Claire, to their families (if they had families), and to society.

Claire walked over to Lucy, a 25-year old mother of two who hadn't eaten anything in 4 days straight. Lucy was 5'5", with long, wild, blonde hair that was a now a brittle, tangled mess. She weighed 103 lbs when she first came to the resort 4 weeks ago, and at her last weigh-in was down to 90 lbs. Lucy was weak with hunger, but proud that she had managed four days straight without any food. She smoked cigarettes endlessly to help lose even more weight, which wasn't smoking's only benefit. She found that her pussy got wet every time she smoked.

"Oh Lucy," Claire said softly, running her hands through Lucy's wild blonde tangles, "your roommates here tell me that you haven't eaten a morsel in four days straight. If only that were true..." Lucy's eyes grew wide with panic - she recognized the inherent danger in Claire's cheerful, pleasant tone. All the girls there did.

Claire popped a DVD into the player sitting atop the wide-screen television at the end of the room and pressed play. "Ladies, watch now and see what a fat fucking hateful LIAR you have for a roommate." The video started. It was a security camera recording from two days ago. Lucy cringed as she saw young, thin Rhonita on the screen painfully barfing her guts out on the grass after consuming a double helping supper of intentionally food-poisoned lasagna. Rhonita had been scared; it hurt a lot more when you kept retching, dry-heaving, and barfing up so much that blood came out too whether you wanted to or not. Her intestines had cramped with agony for hours, and she remained feverish and sick all that night.

A moment after Rhonita had finished vomiting, the thin nude figure of Lucy appeared on the screen, scampering out of the bushes on her hands and knees over to the pile of fresh puke. Without a moment's hesitation, the desperately hungry (and extremely malnourished) Lucy had sunk her face into the mess and began eating it.

"Eww!" Claire said, caressing her own hard nipples, turned on by the sight but pretending to be disgusted. "Ladies, do you see that?! Lucy was eating barf! She's a puke-loving vomit eater! God, what a fucking sicko! You'll do anything to stuff you fat face, won't you Lucy? You'll even eat other girls' vomit, gladly eat it, just to satisfy you never ending appetite for food! Isn't that right, you worthless sack of garbage?!" Claire cracked Lucy across the face with a hard slap. Lucy held up her hands in protest, beginning to cry.

"And to top it all off Lucy," she said in a chiding tone, placing a firm hand on Lucy's shaking, bony shoulder, "we've been monitoring you with the secret scales underneath the floor." Claire smiled wickedly. "The scale says you weigh more than ever," Claire lied. In reality, Lucy had lost another 4 pounds and now weighed an unhealthy 86 lbs. Lucy began to blubber in fear, and Claire allowed unjustified anger towards the girl to reach the boiling point inside her.

"Hold her down," Claire said tightly. All the other ladies jumped on Lucy, causing some of her brittle bones in her legs to snap, although with all the noise in the room no one noticed (except for Lucy, that is, who screamed her head off). They forcefully held her in place as the nude Claire sat down on Lucy's stomach, her legs on either side of the fearful resident. Claire's wet cunt was slick on Lucy's bare belly.

"Punishment time," Claire said with an evil grin, and began to punch Lucy in the face with her bare fists, as hard as she could, repeatedly. Blood began to fleck onto the women holding the now-screaming Lucy down as her nose was broken and her eyes swelled shut. Even when Lucy lost consciousness, Claire didn't stop. She just kept hitting the poor defenseless bloodied woman even harder. Finally, after gouging one of Lucy's eyes out with her fingers and throwing it across the room, which caused Lucy to awaken in the worst kind of terror and scream louder than she had ever done in her life, Claire wiped her bloody hands clean on Lucy's bare, malnourished A-cup tits. Leaning forward, she spat viciously on Lucy's smashed bloody face.   

"That was fun. For me - no doubt you didn't care for it, did you? Well perhaps you should have thought of that before, pig. Now, I think you owe every single one of your roommates an apology. Apologize, you fucking bitch."

Lucy struggled to speak, but all her teeth were broken and her mouth was filled with blood. "I-I .. eh ... caeent ... t- - spppeeakghhnnehh ... I ... AAAUUGH!.." A violent punch to the stomach caused her to cry out.

"Look at her, girls, and remember!" Claire commanded. "She's such a pig for food, she eats other people's barf! Food-poisoned barf at that! What a disgusting sow you are, Lucy! I have a good mind to call your parents. You know that they told me if you refused to stop being such a pig, that I could keep you and serve you up as one. That's right, there are some cannibal girls who live a few farms over who said they'd love to eat you. Your parents told me if you fail here, that they want to be present to help murder you and sell you to the cannibals. It's the only thing they'd enjoy doing with a piece of shit daughter like you. Your poor husband...no wonder he was always getting footjobs from other women - you're worthless as a wife and as a person!"

Looking around the room, Claire rubbed her wet cunt and said, "Did you girls have fun helping me punish stupid Lucy?" All the girls beamed happily, mostly glad that it hadn't been them getting punished, but rapidly starting to become desensitized to violence and find that it was now making them horny. "Yes, Ms. Claire!" they said.

Claire grinned. "Very well then, let's all enjoy a masturbation hour, and don't forget, we've got a five-mile hike later this afternoon!"

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In the fat girls' dormitory however, on the other side of the resort, Zeke the delivery man was getting a blowjob from Pam 'The Pig' Wallaceby, as she was known. Gripping her long brunette hair tightly, he pulled his big fat dick out of her sucking mouth and aimed it at her fat beautiful face. Within seconds, Zeke jammed his cockhead all the way into her remarkably flexible but tight nostril. With his cockhead fully buried inside her warm, snotty nose, he started spraying sperm up her nostrils! 

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The End? What Next?!

This is an older story that I've been sitting on for a while, but here on ASSTR is the first and only place its been shared with you, dear readers. It's not nearly as long as I like my tales to be, so I am sure I will write a sequel to this story (after all, Claire hasn't even visited the fat girls' dorm yet) but I want my stories to be good, so it may be a while. I like to work on them till they're just right. The sequel will include feet, scat, and snuff, as well as the topics already in this one. Once again, I'm so glad to have my own page here at ASSTR - it is a great honor and pretty cool if you ask me!

I write about what I like, so a lot of my tales are about feet, or shit, or smoking, although you can be sure to find a lot more than that in my writing. Unlike some authors who write a tale or two and then disappear, I plan on writing regularly, so check back every now and then for new stories. I am writing exclusively for ASSTR now.

As usual, this work is what it is, and if you've read it then just remember, the disclaimer at the beginning stands in its entirety. I just wanted you to understand I'm a girl who is not without heart, who wishes harm to none. Be nice.

I would greatly appreciate any feedback, comments, or ideas you can give me. Feedback and comments are welcome from men and women. Collaboration, ongoing correspondence and chat are welcome from lesbians and bi-women only. My email is [email protected] - I'm friendly and I'd love to chat with any like-minded pervy lesbians (like me) or bi-females. Kisses to all, Raquel.