The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 3
Brandi was raped, reraped and raped again by the teachers and their
dates. Inspired by the performance given by Larry and Ralph, they stirred up her
cum filled cunt and scraped her throat raw with cocks and dildos that never
seemed to stop rubbing away at the linings protecting these two entryways to her
body. Brandi's mouth was glued to one pussy after another while they mauled her
tits and pinched her nipples until they were nearly twice normal size and so
sore that even blowing on them caused her pain. Toward the end of the session
one of the women managed to get her hand inside Brandi's tired twat and cheered
on by the group she slowly turned it into a fist and made the slow trek up
Brandi's sore and throbbing tunnel until she finally encountered her cervix. She
grinned down at the girl's contorted face and gradually drew her fist back a few
inches. Then she screamed, "Take that, you piece of stuck-up trash!" as she
drove her fist against the entry to the teen's uterus. Brandi brought up a
mixture of saliva and bile as she experienced a pain unlike anything she'd had
before. The second punch finished her for the night as she began to choke in her
own vomit.
Once they were sure that Brandi was none the worse for wear, they
discussed where she would be kept for the night. Ralph came up with the best
idea, suggesting that they string her up by her neck to one of the rafters on
his front porch in such a way that she would have to stand and keep awake all
night or risk strangling herself. To make sure she wouldn't disturb anybody by
yelling for help or some such nonsense, she would be gagged as well as having
her hands and feet tightly tied with some heavy scratchy rope. To make her even
more uncomfortable she would be doused with cold water before they left her for
the night. It was a fairly warm evening, but by dawn she'd probably be feeling
like she was encased in a block of ice.
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Karl Neilson gave his guests a brief tour of his yacht before they
adjourned to the large well appointed room that would become their adult playpen
for the remainder of the weekend. The crew operating his seagoing home away from
home were all trusted employees with a knack for overlooking the antics of the
guests that frequented his floating pleasure palace as he liked to call it.
The playpen had windows on both sides of the room that provided a
panoramic view of the ocean. There were a number of plush couches arranged
around the perimeter of the room, and directly connected to it was a large tiled
bathroom where the guests could relieve and refresh themselves or engage in all
manner of water sports. The floor of the playpen was covered with thick piled
carpet that had soaked up literally gallons of bodily fluids since it had been
first installed. Karl had paid considerably extra to be assured that this carpet
would be almost totally impervious to anything short of an acid spill.
Once everyone had assembled after checking out the facilities, Karl set
out the ground rules for the orgy. "Since you are all on my home court so to
speak, the game will be played by my rules. We will break off into four teams
which will be determined by a blind drawing. Each team has a designated victim,
a woman naturally. The objective is to coerce the victim into revealing
something intimate, known only to her, that would be a source of embarrassment
for her husand or lover.I believe Jennifer and I are the only couple here that
fall into the latter category."
"Each team must be composed of players not related by marriage or other
social entanglements. I know that you are all extremely interested in the role
that Trixie will play in this tournament. She is the wild card who can be called
upon by the team captains, the males of course, to assist them in convincing the
women victims that they should offer up the information that the men are
seeking. Upon completion of this opening game, Trixie's function will change to
reflect the ground-rules for the next phase of the tournament. Finally there is
a cabinet located next to the bathroom that contains items that might prove
useful in accomplishing the objective of the game. I will be most interested in
observing how effectively each of the men utilize these instruments. Now let the
game begin with the drawing which will be made by the ever popular Trixie direct
from her latest performance as the star of "Would You Fuck Me for a Dollar?"
Once the pairing have been established, the ladies will be properly restrained
and the game will start. There is a time limit of two hours for this first game.
Woe to the captain who fails to unearth something juicy from his victim."
The drawing finally produced the following pairings. Karl was matched
with the willowy woman in her 50s whose name was Millicent. Her husband,
Leonard, drew Claire, the peroxide blonde. Lucky Brad was paired off with Karl's
trophy date, the spectacular Jennifer. His wife, Randi, was turned over to the
tender mercies of Vladimir. Minutes later each woman had her hands cuffed behind
her back and was being led to one corner of the large room for their initial
interrogation.
Each man took the same approach, they began by raping their victim.
There was nothing false about this behavior, the women were taken violently with
as much force and humiliation as could be achieved. Karl presented his semi-hard
cock to Millicent and slapped her viciously across the face as he snarled, "Get
me hard you old bag of bones and be quick about it. I'm going to turn your
asshole into a bleeding mess once I'm ready."
Things were going even worse for Randi. Valdimir had both hands around
her neck and was squeezing the life from her while he face fucked her with a
fury that was breathtaking. Leonard was punishing Claire's fake tits with
powerful punches, smashing the bags of silicone loaded meat with
sledgehammer-like blows as she struggled to get some air into her flattened
lungs.To complete the tableau Brad was biting Jennifer's firm mounds, covering
them with deep imprints of his teeth, and warning her that soon he would begin
fucking her ass unless she began to give him the information he was seeking.
At the half hour mark a sobbing Millicent was desperately trying to
avoid being choked to death as she did her best to clean the blood and other
things from her rectum that had accumulated around his still rigid cock. Karl
was grinning sadistically as he forced more and more of his cock into her mouth
and began probing her throat with its head. Randi had just passed out for the
second time while her tormentor was hammering away inside her raw cunt. He had
selected a ribbed condom from the cabinet and smeared it liberally with a cream
that normally was used to handle the muscle aches in large farm animals. He was
smiling as he recalled the warning on the tube that this product was not for use
on humans. It seemed to be doing a damned good job of taking care of any aches
or pains that this bitch was having. She was no longer crying and begging every
time his cock touched bottom inside her.
Sodomizing Claire had not proved to be anything traumatic for her.
Leonard refrained from using her fake tits for punching bags once more. Instead
he was seeing how she reacted to having her cunt fisted. To make it more painful
he had donned a leather glove he found in the cabinet. To date he had managed to
force his leather covered fist into the entrance to her tight cunt. He was
astonished at the strength it possessed, almost as if she was a young girl. In
some respects Leonard was out of it, living in the past, in a time when there
was no such thing as a surgical procedure that could turn an old, stretched out
cunt into a tight tube that belonged on a teen. Brad was having no better luck
with Jennifer. She had taken his cock up her ass with aplomb despite his efforts
to make it as painful a process as was possible. So he went back to gnawing on
her breasts. He was now breaking the skin in places, but very little blood was
in evidence. The only thing tht kept him going was her low moans and sharp
intakes of breath evey time his teeth broke the skin. He was thinking that
perhaps it might be time to call in the wild card. He wondered what Jennifer
might do if confronted with that old whores's cunt to eat out.
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Aunt Margaret finished binding Jon's wrist to the headboard and stepped
back to survey the situation. Her nephew was stark naked and securely restained
hand and foot to the corners of his large bed. The rubber sheet was beneath him
to protect the mattress from the numerous spendings that would occur during this
evening and throughout the entire weekend. His penis was erect and twitching in
anticipation of what was to follow. Both she and her companion were still fully
clothed, a deliberate maneuver to make him feel as inferior as possible. He was
totally vulnerable, open to their every whim. They on the other hand were secure
behind the fortress of their garments.
Glancing toward her lovely young companion, Margaret smiled and said in
a low voice, "He was one of my first pupils and a very good one at that. Wait
until you sample his tongue; it is hard and fast, or then again it can be soft
and pliant, depending on one's mood. He learned quickly to use it to pleasure me
once he grew tired of emptying those ever churning sperm repositories of his.
When they are that age they can be positively overwhelming at times, especially
once they awake in the morning and their prongs are like steel rods. I do hope
you will avail yourself of his offerings; it is such a broadening experience
despite the mess and the anger that always exposes itself during the act
itself."
While she spoke the auburn haired woman started to undo the buttons of
her blouse, an activity that was not lost on Jon. The young beauty remained
motionless, her green eyes focused on his throbbing sex organ that was so hard
it was thumping against his belly in eager anticipation of skewering one or both
of them. Helene did not know what to make of the behavior of her mistress. She
was deliberately exposing her body for the purpose of arousing this creature's
animalistic lusts to an even higher pitch. However she had great faith in her
teacher, who now with a faint and knowing smile was unzipping her skirt. Helen
knew better than to ignore the hint she was receiving. Her fingers moved
purposefully to the buttons hidden in the panel of her dress.
The sight of his aunt in the black corset that went from just below her
pert breasts to inches above her pouting pussy was almost too much to bear. He
struggled fruitlessly against his bonds, inflamed by the urge to embed himself
deep within her slim body. Helene by now was down to her bra and panties.
Surprisingly her underwear was more functional than enticing; the white cotton
panties were the type worn by schoolgirls, while her sturdy bra confined rather
than displayed her large, firm breasts.
The girl watched impassively as Margaret approached her nephew and
brushed her lips to his. "Are you ready to suffer, my darling little boy?" she
whispered. Jon heaved a big sigh and waited for whatever teasing torments she
would provide. "Show my darling nephew what those tacky garments contain; I'm
sure he will be most impressed". Jon gasped as Helene revealed her awesome
breasts. They barely moved as they fell from the elastic cups. He was no
connoisseur when it came to breasts, and naturally he had seen literally
thousands of bared bosoms during the last ten years, but he had to admit that
these dusky melons were special. It was difficult to believe that breasts this
size could be so shapely and at the same time seem to defy gravity. Jon was also
intelligent enough to realize that the bra was a symbol of her distain for him,
and perhaps all men.
A small smile rippled across Margaret's face as the girl began to roll
the cotton panties down her hips. From the corner of her eye she could see her
nephew staring at the girl, almost hypnotized by the sensuous way in which she
revealed herself. Jon's mouth flew open and a strangled gasp broke the silence
as the forest of thick, wiry hair covering her pubic mound and feathering up
towards her navel came into view. She could no longer contain herself, "Helene
refuses to groom that unruly jungle that makes enjoying her so much of a
challenge. Be advised that what lies beneath that dark patch is well worth the
effort. Creole women believe that the source of a woman's power over men lies in
the growths that guard her cavities. Perhaps they have a knowledge that we do
not fully understand. Helen's mother shaved herself for her husband's pleasure
and paid a terrible price for her folly."
Margaret gave a slight nod and Helene quickly made her way to the bed
and in one cat-like motion she straddled the bound subject, her hairy mound
inches from his face. Her hands closed around his ears and she pulled his head
up so that his face was now buried within the thick matted fur guarding her
thick-lipped cunt. "Lick me!" she commanded, pulling at his ears to emphasize
her order. Jon complied and his tongue started working its way towards her plump
fleshy mound.
As he reached the damp entrance to her tunnel, he felt the cool hand of
his aunt close around his rigid length of heated flesh. "Show me that you still
know what is expected of you, my little slave, do not disappoint me or it will
go badly for you." As she spoke, her other hand wrapped around his scrotum and
gently squeezed. Her quiet threat send a shiver through his body for he feared
that the overwhelming presence of Helene might cause him to disobey his aunt,
and he knew full well what that would mean.
(To be continued)
