The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 6
Ralph and Larry were the first to check on Brandi the next morning. Just
before the first break in darkness the two of them tramped onto the porch where
the trembling teen stood, still moving from one leg to the other to prevent the
cramping from getting worse. Ralph slapped her butt and inquired if she had
enjoyed her little stay communing with nature. "I like that little jig she's
doing," observed Larry as the girl continued to hop from one foot to the other.
"Let's get her inside and tear off a piece before those school folk wake up and
start in on her again," suggested his companion.
Once again they pushed the exhausted girl down onto the coffee table and
took turns pounding away on her, alternating between her tight cunt and even
tighter throat. They took their time, enjoying the suffering they were causing
in their victim. They drilled out her cunt with hard deep strokes, and when they
tired they moved to her throat, using that tunnel to get a coating of saliva
applied to their cocks to soothe the skin that had been rubbing against her cunt
walls as they skewered her tight, dry, teen twat.
Ralph enjoyed wrapping his big hands around her neck and squeezing while
he reamed out her tight tunnel and watched her face turn blue as he slowly
strangled her. Larry was attracted to her big firm tits that he slapped
viciously in rhythm to the thrusts he delivered into her sore fuck box. At other
times he would maul them, grabbing the firm bags of titmeat and then twisting
and jerking those meaty mounds in a fruitless effort to tear them from her chest
wall. All the while the teen's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, staring blankly
as they pummeled her bare body. To Brandi, being on her back, even while being
brutally raped and tormented was an improvement over standing there in the
darkness shivering and wondering if the next wave of cramps might be the cause
of her death by slow strangulation.
Once they had filled Brandi's cunt with their first loads of the day,
they marched the naked teen over to the barn where the teachers were bedded
down. On the way they tormented her by mentioning how potent their cum was and
with any kind of luck between them and the male teachers she would be well on
her way to teen motherhood before she left the farm tomorrow night. Ralph roused
their guests while Larry took care of his pack of dogs, making sure they were
properly fed and watered, and ready to put on a show for the assembled guests.
Two of the men took the opportunity to avail themselves of Brandi's sexy
body, driving their hard cocks in and out of her sore cunt without any concern
for her gasps and grunts as their cocks stirred up the two loads of cum that
were already marinating within her. By the time they had finished loading the
teen up with some fresh cum their companions were awake and looking for
breakfast. They marched the teen back to the farm house and turned her over to
Ralph while they had breakfast.
Ralph took the girl to an enclosure that was used to temporarily house
farm animals such as pigs and horses. The pen had three rails, the topmost
nearly six feet high. Brandi offered little resistance as he began roping her to
the rails. The teen's arms were stretched out along the top rail, roped at the
wrists, elbows and upper arms; the coarse fiber sinking cruelly into her tender
flesh as he cinched them as tight as he could before knotting them. While he
waited for Larry to assist him in fixing Brandi into a position that would allow
her tormentors almost total access to her naked body, he amused himself by
tormenting her big bouncy breasts, punching them flat as she grunted and sobbed,
then twisting her nipples until she shreiked in pain, then pulling on those
tender nubbins to see how far he could stretch them. Her outcries brought Larry
over after he finished taking care of his dogs.
The two men raised Brandi so that her legs could be spread apart and
roped to the middle rail in much the same configuration as her arms. They
stepped back and took in the erotic sight of the teen's fuck box spread wide for
the taking. Her crotch was now a little over three feet from the ground, almost
in perfect position for some good old country style fucking. The coarse ropes
had nearly disappeared into her firm thighs and shapely calves. The other
hitches that held her knees and ankles to the rough wood were cinched so tightly
that her feet were already beginning to change color from the restriction in
blood circulation this was causing.
Larry grinned at Ralph and they both laughed. "Let's give her a test
drive to make sure everything fits. I'll take her asshole, you do her cunt."
Larry said. They argued good naturedly, Ralph claiming that since this was his
idea, he should have first choice as to which part of the teen he got. They
finally compromised at taking her in both holes, with Larry starting off in her
ass. Ralph had to hold on to her tits as he rammed his hard meat up her front
fuck tunnel, standing on tip-toes to get inside that warm, moist tube of flesh.
Because of all the brutal fucking the teen was getting, her body was beginning
to adjust to it by producing some lubricant to ease the pain associated with the
scraping of her twat.
Both men agreed that her asshole was at the perfect height for some
serious cornholing. They could get tremendous leverage by holding on to the
rails or reaching around and grabbing her tits while they rototilled her tender
shit chute. As the "test drive" continued, some of the teachers drifted over to
where the action was and began lining up for their crack at the helpless teen.
It was going to be a very long morning for Brandi Barnes.
Once Larry and Ralph were done taking their test drive, they stepped
back and let the teachers and their dates have some fun with the big titted
teen. The women made sure that their men were hard and ready to go, acting as
fluffers to get them ready to ream and pound the teen's holes. It didn't take
long for them to dump the contents of their churning balls into Brandi's
dripping fuck tunnel, or gaping asshole. Even Janet, the only female teacher in
attendance, donned her strap-on and stepped up onto a small box that the farmer
had provided so she could drill out Brandi's box without difficulty. The other
women moved around so they could torment Brandi's raw, gaping back channel. They
took turns jamming a thick tree limb they had found nearby into the teen's sore
asshole until she began bleeding.
The men started to complain that the way she was roped to the railing
precluded them from being able to throat fuck her. One enterprising teacher
clambered up until she was supporting his entire weight on her trembling thighs.
He took two handfuls of her black hair and used them to stabilize himself as he
began to make her swallow his semi-rigid pole, which with every stroke into her
mouth became harder and longer. Soon snot was pouring from Brandi's nostrils as
he choke-fucked her savagely, being urged on by his fellow teachers to make her
puke all over his dick so they could take in the sight of Brandi having to clean
her own vomit from it.
The ever helpful Ralph retrieved a second wooden platform that allowed
all of their guests to take a turn having Brandi suck or swallow them. One of
the dates broke the ice by pissing in the teen's face, holding her steady so she
could drench Brandi from eyebrows to chin with her acrid offering. Ralph and
Larry roared with laughter as the teachers nearly drowned the guest of honor in
piss. Toward the end of this particular humiliation the helpless brunette was
forced to swallow everything they could deliver from their bladders. By the time
they were done with her, Brandi's belly had become rounded from the amount of
urine that had made its way into her.
About half the teachers, including Janet, took Brandi for another ride
around the block while the others rested up and got some sun. The day was going
to be unseasonably warm. Once the men were done pumping more cum into her front
and rear entrances as well as Janet battering both channels with her trusty
strap-on, they too took a break, leaving the wornout teen to hang limply from
the ropes holding her to the railings. Her reduced response during the last
round of rapes had them upset. Once more it was Ralph to the rescue.
He suggested that perhaps the teen needed to go for a swim in the cold
waters of the abandoned rock quarry that was part of his property. Soon a weary
Brandi Barnes, leaking cum from both her holes, was being prodded towards the
quarry for her wake up call for the afternoon. They arrived at the edge of the
quarry, a deep cut into a rock formation no longer profitable. In some places
the pit was sixty feet deep, and there the water was frigid year round. Ralph
suggested that they throw Brandi from a location about fifty yards from where
they stood.
The teenager began to loudly object and even made a stumbling attempt to
escape. For her troubles a couple of the men took off their belts and gave her a
sound thrashing, promising her even worse when they returned to the farm. "We're
going to whip the skin off those big tits when we get back and then maybe we'll
even rub them with oil and light them up." Alvin threatened. He was her history
teacher and he fantasized about being an inquisitor and torturing the teen tramp
to confess that she was possessed by the devil.
Ralph buckled a leather collar around Brandi's neck and cinched it
snugly as he observed that this was her lifeline, and if for some reason it let
go, she'd probably drown in the frigid water. The terrified dark haired beauty
began to beg them not to do this, promising them anything they wanted her to do
for them, no questions asked. He hooked a metal snap to the collar that
connected to one hundred feet of cable. She shreiked and begged, struggling
madly against the chains that were attached to her ankles and locked tightly
together. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back and to make things even
more interesting they looped a few turns of rope around her chest, squashing her
breasts flat and making it difficult to take a deep breath. A weighted belt was
snapped around her waist to make sure that she sank once she hit the water. Then
two of the men picked her up and swung her over the side and let her plummet
into the icy waters below as the cable unwound with a whirring noise.
Brandi hit the water on her back and her screaming abruptly stopped.
They watched as her body sank beneath the surface. "Count to one hundred,
slowly, and then hoist her out so she can get some air." counseled Ralph as he
watched bubbles rise from where Brandi had disappeared. They watched as the
cable slowly unwound further, indicating the depth of her descent. Jason, her
math teacher, nodded and clucked to himself for a time before oserving, "Damn,
that bitch must be twenty-five feet down already. I'll bet that hot ass of hers
is freezing solid. I wonder if she's swallowing any water yet?" That last remark
broght some sinister chuckling from Ralph and his partner.
Pulling the senseless teen up to the surface proved to be an arduous
task that took the combined efforts of the teachers as well as their host. Larry
refused to get involved, standing beside the straining group with his arms
folded across his chest. From where they stood there was perhaps ten feet
separating them from the unconscious brunette. "We better haul her up and make
sure she's ready to go diving again. I don't like the looks of her face, she's
almost blue and it doesn't look as if she's breathing either." This observation
came from William, the science teacher. He was scared that he wouldn't have
another chance to fuck that hot holed honey in the ass. Like the rest of them he
was too wrapped up in the thrill of having this teen teaser at his mercy to
worry about what might happen if she cashed out here on the farm.
When they got the teen from the pit she appeared to be nearly dead. Her
face was mottled and her body had a bluish tinge to it. It did not appear that
she was breathing either. To his credit, Jason immediately went to work giving
the dark haired lovely CPR while his companions stood by with shocked looks on
their faces. The possibility that Brandi Barnes was dead or dying was beginning
to sink into them. It was touch and go for a few minutes and then the girl began
to cough up some of the water she had taken into her lungs on her long dive
through the icy water covering the quarry. Ralph observed that perhaps he had
counted a bit too slow and suggested that the next time she dove counting to
sixty might be a better idea. He got no argument from the teachers.
Brandi was still kind of groggy when they threw into the pit once more.
This time she split the surface cleanly and descended rapidly. Even though the
time she spent beneath the surface was significantly shorter, she reached a much
greater depth. By the time they recovered her, the dark haired teen was
unconscious and blue. This time rather than give her CPR, Jason did a knee drop
on the brunette's belly and immediately water began pouring from her nostrils
and mouth. She remained out cold and her breathing was sporadic and shallow. It
took two more knee drops, the last one smashing down on her swollen cunt, before
Brandi's eyes flew open. She immediately began begging them to stop this
torment, pleading that another trip into the frigid waters of the pit would
probably kill her. Janet was all for finding out if their prisoner was
exaggerating, but cooler heads prevailed. They marched the shivering brunette
back to the main area of the farm so she could be introduced to the pack of dogs
that were already pacing back and forth in their cages, eager to get at Brandi
Barnes.
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The orgy had lasted well into the morning hours, which explained why it
was nearly noon before a naked Randi Barnes was marched up to the top deck for
her day in the sun. Right behind her, and just as unadorned, walked Millicent.
She, unlike her companion, would spend most of the warm summer-like day dangling
over the side, hanging by her wrists from a hoist. Her trim mature body would be
buffeted by the wind as the yacht plowed through the waves at better than
fifteen knots.
The other members of the group as well as most of the yacht's crew stood
silent and watched as first Randi was put on her back and then tied in spread
eagle fashion over one of the hatches. As the day wore on that hatch would
become hot to the point of being painful, roasting her haunches as she struggled
to keep her skin from contacting the heated metal. Carl supervised the men
roping her down, cinching the loops around her wrists and ankles until she
gasped in pain.
"I want her tied so tight she can't even squeak. Make sure you cinch
those tits good and tight and then stretch them until they're in her armpits. I
want to see those knockers turning black by mid-afternoon. Now since I want our
guest of honor to get an all over tan, take this surgical glue and paste those
cunt lips to her thighs so that pussy gets plenty of sun when we're not tearing
it up with whatever feels good to do. As far as I am concerned, the only thing
that does down this bitch's throat besides hard cock is cum and piss."
All Randi could do was blink into the broiling sun as it began to toast
her naked body. She turned her head to watch them prepare Millicent for her day
on the ocean. The slim, gray haired woman was hung by her wrists using padded
cuffs. Since she wasn't going to be made available in the same way as Randi, two
large rubber dildos were wedged into her cunt and up her tight asshole. Once her
ankles were tied together with rope, and just before the hoist swung her naked
body away from the deck and out into the brisk wind that would scour her tender
skin while the rays of the sun cooked her shivering flesh, they hung a sack
filled with sand from her bound ankles, stretching her bare body.
As the long day slowly went by, she would find it harder and harder to
get breath as her muscles contracted and refused to function properly. The orgy
had lasted well into the morning hours, which explained why it was nearly noon
before a naked Randi Barnes was marched up to the top deck for her day in the
sun. Right behind her, and just as unadorned, walked Millicent. She, unlike her
companion, would spend most of the warm summer-like day dangling over the side,
hanging by her wrists from a hoist. Her trim mature body would be buffeted by
the wind as the yacht plowed through the waves at better than fifteen knots.
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It had taken Jon some time before he went to sleep. He could hear what
was going on in the room next to his. He heard the rustling, the soft sounds of
lips on wet flesh, and the moans. He listened, transfixed, to the soft voices
urging and pleading, sometimes demanding. He occasionally could make out a few
words, " More...go to the left...no, not there, go lower...Lick, don't
nuzzle..." He fell asleep to the gentle voices giving and talking the pleasures
that were traded back and forth to the accompaniment of muffled sighs and
groans, as well as the counterpoint now and then provided by the occasional
creaking from the bed upon which they reveled.
He awakened to the scent emanating from Helene's hairy pubes as the
young woman lowered her fat pudendum to his face. He didn't need any
instructions; his tongue automatically began to forage in that forest of springy
curls, seeking her entrance. He slid his tongue between the plump cunt lips
guarding her grotto and made his way inside, his tongue flickering from side to
side as it went deeper. Her body tensed, an indication that his efforts were
beginning to bear fruit. He picked up the pace a bit and started to probe the
wet walls of her chamber. They tasted of salt and sweetness, a strange
combination that excited him tremendously.
He busied himself at his task, bringing Helene Corday to a point where
she began to actively participate in this erotic dance, thrusting her hips
forward, driving his tongue even further into her yawning crevice. When her
orgasm rolled though her body it was almost as if she had some technique for
controlling this delicious sensation to get the maximum from it. Jon was
accustomed more to his aunt's more violent explosions that seemed so out of
place when compared to her serene exterior.
Jon could not recall his cock ever being any harder. It twitched and
even thumped against his belly, eager to follow the lead of his tongue and plumb
the depths of this strange young woman's body. Aunt Margaret's voice broke the
mood. "I thought so, I knew as soon as I awoke and you were not there. How
naughty of you to start without me." The tone of her voice told her nephew that
she was quite pleased to find her young companion and lover here with him.
Margaret Baugh had her practical side as well. She quickly freed her
nephew from his bonds and allowed him to use the facilities. When he returned
she and Helene were locked into a classic sixty-nine position and from the
sounds issuing from the pair, they were very close to achieving their mutual
objective. He felt uncomfortable witnessing this activity and so he went to the
kitchen to prepare breakfast for the three of them. Jon was not your typical
helpless bachelor; he had mastered the art of preparing food, not cuisine, but
something that was substantial and satisfying to his palate.
Today would be a long and exhausting series of meetings of the loins and
he fully expected Helene to challenge his aunt when it came to such matters. He
had unwittingly unlocked whatever had been pent up within this youthful force of
nature and now he must somehow survive her enthusiasm for her new freedom. It
was a challenge he was eager to accept.
(To be continued)
