The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 7
By the time the group returned from the quarry it was nearly noon and so
while Larry, with the assistance of Jason and William set up the dog run, the
rest prepared lunch. Brandi was taken over to the fence and retied so that she
was more easily accessible for those interested in a little pussy or ass before
eating. Alvin and Bart decided to take advantage of what Brandi appeared to be
offering. There was no doubt that even after what she had been put through, she
still was an awesome collection of curves and hollows that would tempt all but
the most hardened of men. Soon Bart was pumping away inside her tight twat while
his fellow teacher enjoyed the talented mouth and tongue of their prisoner.
The teachers helping Larry were fascinated by the arrangement that was
to feature their guest and the ten dogs who seemed most eager to get down to the
business of skewering her front and back. They put up a low wooden board hinged
so that it could be split to accommodate the head and hands of whoever was to
occupy it. It was nothing more than a copy, a fairly good copy, of the kind of
restraining device used to confine criminals and other riffraff during medieval
times. Long spikes were driven into the ground to make the stock secure. Brandi
would be forced to kneel and then her head and arms would be placed into the
stock to hold her securely. Larry showed them the heavy canvas that would be
strapped over her back to protect it from being scratched and ripped up by the
dogs as they took turns mounting their bitch.
The dog pack that would be entertaining their charming teenaged guest
was astonishing in its diversity. There were ten animals in all, each a
different breed, and all of them fairly large and well muscled. Larry assured
them that the dogs were also very well hung for dogs and had been trained by him
personally in the fine art of fucking the human female. He did admit that Brandi
would be the youngest bitch his dogs ever had a chance to fuck, and one of the
very few that would be expected to handle this number of animals.
"I had one dame who had been caught cheating on her husband and she
agreed to taking on all the dogs while her husband taped the scene. I understand
that he shows it fairly regularly at parties and other get-togethers they have
at their home. He claims his wife is a changed woman ever since her close
encounter with my dogs. I wonder how that big-titted, teen tramp will handle the
experience." They laughed at his remark and headed toward the tables where lunch
awaited them.
As the group ate, Larry regaled them with a description of the pack and
some of his previous clients. Well within hearing distance, Brandi struggled
against the ropes holding her fast and salivated at the sight and smell of food.
They had not fed her since she had been taken from her home, and despite all the
pain she was having, her appetite was in good working order. She could also hear
the dog handler describe in all its gory details what was about to befall her
once they were done eating. Was there anything that she could say or do that
would prevent them from carrying out this fiendish plan to have her raped by a
pack of dogs? She tried to shout at them, pleading her case. Finally Janet
sauntered over and jammed a rag into her mouth and warned her not to disturb the
diners or she'd get more than just an afternoon's outing with the dogs. To
emphasize her threat she twisted Brandi's nipples until tears rolled down the
teen's cheeks.
Larry explained that this was his hobby, and a rather profitable one at
that. He intended to tape the afternoon's gang rape of Brandi by his animals and
sell carefully edited versions to his many clients. He mentioned that Ralph
would be getting a copy as his fee for arranging the meeting between Larry's
dogs and Brandi. Naturally many of his companions at the table inquired about
obtaining copies as well, but were a little put-off by his asking price.
Without missing a beat Larry segued into a description of what would be
happening during the afternoon. His pack was to be divided into two groups; one
would have access to Brandi's hind quarters, the other her open mouth. For the
first round the teen's asshole would be securely plugged to prevent any unwanted
access. For the second round when the dogs switched positions, it would be her
cum-filled cunt that would be placed off limits. There was a collective gasp
from the teachers when they realized what that meant. Since his dogs were quite
capable of delivering three or four loads of hot thick dog cum in an afternoon,
they would likely be allowed two turns on her hindquarters as well as her mouth.
He observed that by the end of the session she'd be loaded with dog sperm. "That
little belly of hers will be positively bulging from all the cum my dogs will
have poured down her throat."
Brandi put up a tremendous struggle when they untied her and tried to
get her into the narrow dog run. The terrified girl actually broke free and made
a frantic dash for freedom. She was tackled and for her trouble received a
number of kicks to her ribs and when she still offered some resistance Ralph
caught her in the pit of the stomach with his heavy steel-toed shoe. The teen
puked up mostly bile as her belly contracted from the pain. They dragged the
sputtering brunette by her hair over to the entrance to the enclosure she would
occupy for the better part of the afternoon.
It only took a few minutes to get Brandi into the stock and strap the
canvas onto her back. It took a pair of them to hold her steady enough for the
O-ring gag to be jammed into place, forcing her mouth wide open. Finally Larry
brought out a rag and rubbed it over her face as she shook her head from side to
side in hopeless frustration. He produced another rag and rubbed it up and down
her fat-lipped cunt. Both had been seasoned with the scent of a bitch in heat.
Then to complete her preparation, he shoved a rubber bung between her firm
rounded cheeks and locked it into place. Brandi was now ready to meet her animal
lovers.
Ralph stationed himself at one end of the run and Larry the other; his
group of dogs would have access to her swollen cunt. He nodded to Ralph and the
two of them opened the cage doors and out sprinted an Akita, heading for
Brandi's seasoned cunt while a mastiff raced toward her open mouth. In just a
few seconds the dog from Japan had mounted the girl and was frantically poking
its red cock, already dripping with pre-cum, into the vicinity of her tight
twat. Meanwhile the mastiff placed his front paws on the top of the stock and
pounded away at the teen's wide-streched mouth with his long length of dripping
red meat.
The 90 pound Akita finally sank his cock into Brandi's dry cunt and
began battering it in a frenzy of movement, its nearly eight inch organ moving
so fast that it appeared to be a blur to the group surrounding the run. The huge
mastiff also found its target and the massive dog's thick cock began poking at
the back of Brandi's throat, gagging her and bringing tears to her eyes. Within
a minute the Akita was painting the walls of the teen's sore, stretched cunt
with spurt after spurt of cum. The mastiff wasn't far behind, jets of its seed
splattering against the back of the girl's throat and some even discharging from
her nostrils. Brandi's face began to flush as she had difficulty catching her
breath as the flood of animal semen continued to pour into her mouth.
By now the Akita's knot had locked the two together and the dog was
busily trying to extracate itself from the wet embrace of Brandi's sodden cunt.
It was now that the canvas came into play, protecting her from the mindless
clawing of the dog as it struggled to get loose. This was the first of the
twenty times that this would occur and both dog and teenager paid a price from
this struggle. The situation with the mastiff was different because its knot did
not interfere with its escape from Brandi's mouth. Everyone watched the struggle
of the dog to escape from its target and Larry carefully escorting the spent
mastiff into a third area which would hold all those who had taken a turn with
the dark haired high school girl.
It took less than an hour for the dogs to make their first pass through
the dark haired teen's cunt and mouth. The group of teachers and their dates
stood transfixed as a dizzying variety of dogs ranging from a rottweiler to a
Norwegian elkhound took a turn burying their stiff prongs into the teen. Larry
proved to be a very humorous emcee, introducing each dog and describing its
ancestry, before allowing it to be turned loose on its bitch, Brandi Barnes. His
comment to the effect that Brandi might be the first American to be fucked by a
Russian wolfhound, also known as a borzoi, brought roars from the group.
There was a short pause so that Brandi's swollen, raw and dripping cunt
could be plugged tight, and her even tighter asshole seasoned with the rag. In
this round it was a malamute, an Alaskan sled dog that had the first chance at
the brunette's rosebud. Getting its hard length of cum dripping dick past that
tight ring of muscle guarding her rectum proved to be quite a challenge for the
animal and it didn't finally enter her asshole until the coon hound face fucking
her had already blown its wad of thick dog cum into her mouth and down her
throat.
Ass fucking the high schooler was no easy task for the first couple of
dogs since her butthole was still quite tight. However after a couple of knots
had stretched her colon to its limit, she was gaping pretty good when the
retriever, a large, dark bundle of sleek fur weighing close to a hundred pounds
punched his way into her asshole and began drilling it out at a ferocious pace.
By this time Brandi's mouth was swollen from the fierce battering that had been
delivered by the dogs using that opening, and she could only provide an
occasional croak when she took a particularly brutal thrust into her bleeding
asshole.
The last dog, a German shepherd, finished his assault on Brandi's
wornout asshole and pulled free once his knot had shrunk. The onlookers
exchanged smiles in some cases and eye-popping expressions of shock in others
when the dog's bloody prick slipped from the girl's gaping hole from which
issued bubbles of crimson froth. Larry declared an intermission so that he could
check on his dogs and make sure that Brandi was able to handle another run at
her cunt. The shell-shocked teen stared off into the distance, her lovely face
now a slack mask, while blood seeped from her mouth. The relentless attack on
her face had left her gums and tongue swollen and cut from the hammer-like blows
that the chiseled prongs of the dogs had delivered for nearly two hours.
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After a nourishing breakfast the trio had hopped into the shower to
refresh themselves. Jon was quickly reminded of his ranking in this totem pole,
finding himself on his knees licking the soap from his aunt's pubes, as she
guided him from one spot to another, being sure to have his fat tongue probe
between the folds guarding her honey pot as she sometimes referred to her
vagina. Then it was Helene's turn to dominate him; the dark haired beauty
leaning over at the waist with her hands holding her firm rounded cheeks apart
so he could worm his tongue up against her rosebud and suction the water that
had accumulated in the tiny cracks and crevices of this chocolate starfish.
To make his humiliation complete, he was forced to kneel with his head
back and mouth open to accept the golden offerings that sprang from the mouths
of their cunts. Helene's matted jungle of pubic hair scattered her stream of
urine such that some stung his eyes and other portions found their way into his
nostrils, causing him to choke and gasp for breath.
Jon found himself becoming aroused by all that was happening to him. His
erection was quickly noticed by his aunt, who began poking at it with her foot.
Every time her foot touched his cock it twitched and became even harder. She
leaned over and ordered her nephew to stand. He complied and she moved toward
him and pulled his erect dick down causing him some pain that was masked by the
erotic feeling that surged through him as she grasped it. Then she pulled it
toward her and Jon followed, completely at her mercy.
Before he realized what she intended, his cock was captured between her
thighs. Then she began to bend her knees and straighten up, repeating this
motion with agonizing slowness, her smooth skin rubbing the stiff length of
twitching flesh until he felt he was mere seconds from exploding and spurting
his seed all over her body. As always, aunt Margaret could anticipate his
actions and so she parted her legs just enough for his imprisoned cock to pop
free.
All the while Helene had been standing under the rush of water observing
what was tanspiring between the two. Margaret caught her eye and beckoned for
her to join them. "Let's see how disciplined my nephew is these days. Make him
spurt for me; it shouldn't take but a minute" Margaret said with a small smile.
Helene wasted no time taking Jon's stiff prong in her hand, her other hand
cupping his swollen balls. She commenced a rapid stroking of his throbbing meat
and Margaret cupped her hands, preparing to capture his cum when he spurted. Jon
looked down and saw his aunt waiting to capture his spending in her hands. That
realization triggered him and he immediately lost control and began shooting a
powerful stream of cum into Margaret's cupped hands. Helene squeezed his balls
gently as he squirted again and again; her hand never stopped its rapid stroking
as she made certain that every drop that those churning testicles possessed had
been freed.
Margaret moved toward Jon and held her cupped hands out to him. "Well,
what am I to do with this example of your total lack of discipline?" Jon was too
stunned to respond and so she continued, "I want you to lick every bit of this
mess from my fingers and hands. Then we are going to go back to the bedroom and
I am going to dicipline you like I did when you were just a young bundle of
raging hormones. I trust you remember what that means!" Jon inwardly winced as
he recalled the exhausting bouts of masturbation that she required of him. He
remembered how sore his cock would be, not to mention the stange pains that came
from his overworked prostate after a certain number of ejaculations had been
induced. He shuddered at the memories and felt even more apprehensive since
there now was another participant who seemed to be most eager to vex him as
well.
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It had been two hours since Karl had declared Randi to be open for
business, and she had been handling plenty of customers attracted by his grand
opening offer of free sex. The yacht's crew, four men, one of them extremely
well hung, had been the first to loosen up her insides for those who would
follow. Randi had made a mental note to try and entice the one with the major
league meat to come back for a second helping of either her pussy or back door.
To her surprise it was Claire who next spent some quality time with her,
making Randi lick and suck her asshole while she toyed with her helpless
victim's wide open cunt, raking the sensitive flesh with her long fingernails as
Randi scoured her rosebud clean of any residue from this morning's dump. Randi
discovered that Claire had not done a very good job of cleaning up afterward,
probably because she had planned to have "slave" Randi finish the job properly.
Claire began to scoop out some of the cum that was beginning to percolate within
Randi's fucked out cunt. The guy with the big dong had given her a real cum bath
and now she was getting the opportunity to lick some of it from Claire's
fingers.
Randi got a bit of a shock when Claire leaned over and spit into her
face, not once, but twice, aiming the second time for her eyes. "What was that
all about!" Randi exclaimed. The reply made her realize that she had made a few
enemies with her behavior last night.
"That's just my way of telling you as far as I am concerned you're no
better than that old tramp Trixie. You're two of a kind, just whores who love to
fuck." Randi couldn't resist correcting the peroxide blonde.
"Whores fuck for money. Trixie is a whore. I'm a slut because I fuck for
fun." Claire ordered her to open her mouth like the slut that she was. Randi
decided not to make an issue of things and complied. Once more Claire hawked up
a dollop of spit mixed with phlegm and deposited it on Randi's tongue.
"Swish it around in your mouth and then swallow it like you really
enjoyed it. Give me a big smile when you're finished." When Randi followed her
instructions to the letter Claire leaned forward and whispered, "My husband is
going to see what he can do about widening and deepening that tight asshole of
yours. I think that you being a slut means you'll probably enjoy having him do
it. I think he's going to be very angry when he hears that from me." Randi got a
chill that had nothing to do with the sharp wind that was buffeting the yacht as
it plowed through the choppy water.
Her next visitors were Karl and his "date" Jennifer. He looked down on
Randi's spread body and smiled. "I see that you've met the crew of my boat. Were
you impressed by Benjamin's equipment? Most are, that's why we call him Big Ben.
I think he'll be back for another go at you once I make that delectable ass of
yours available for some serious prodding. In the meantime I wonder if you could
do my lovely companion Jennifer here a big favor and let her relieve herself in
your mouth. It seems that the heads are all in use and she has to make wee-wee
very badly."
Randi's pussy started to produce some serious cunt sauce when she
realized that Karl had set her up for not only plenty of good hard sex, the kind
that was more like a beating, but she was going to double as a toilet as well.
She gave him her hundred watt smile and opened her mouth as wide as it could go.
Jennifer removed her shorts and pulled her thong to the side before squatting,
her thighs straddling Randi's face. She tensed herself once and then again.
A torrent of dark yellow piss poured from her and Randi started
swallowing as fast as she could, gulping the acrid fluid down her throat and
hoping that she wouldn't choke and run the risk of drowning in the torrent of
liquid waste that flowed steadily from Jennifer's bladder. This activity drew a
crowd that surrounded the two women and watched, bemused by the spectacle of
Randi serving as a human toilet. She was too busy trying to keep up with the
stuff entering her mouth to notice that her husband was among the group of
spectators and he was groping Trixie's sagging tits as the prostitute stood next
to him stark naked, enjoying the humiliation that his wife was experiencing. It
was too bad that the audience didn't understand just how sexually turned on
Randi was getting by participating in this kinky activity. Bart knew, and he had
a little treat for his over-sexed wife once Karl and Jennifer were done with
her.
Jennifer didn't move from her position until evey drop had been wrung
from her full bladder and Randi's tongue had serviced every square inch of her
cunt that it could reach. Then Jennifer made slave Randi start at her asshole,
which she tilted slightly forward, and cover the region from her puckered poop
chute to her clitoris with noisy, wet kisses. Once she rose and made herself
presentable, it was Karl's turn to see how much more degradation Randi could
accept.
He began by giving Randi a stern lecture on her personal cleanliness,
observing that she was leaking an inordinate amount of seminal fluid from her
undouched cunt, risking various venereal diseases. As if that wasn't bad enough,
she was making it possible that others having unprotected sex with her would
contract them as well. The women, including Trixie, smirked at his remarks. He
also addressed her most recent gaffe, ingesting urine from Jennifer,an extremely
distasteful exhibition that made it very, very difficult for any well bred
gentleman to seriously consider her as a sex partner.
By now, everyone had gotten on board, and they were beginning to behave
like church-goers listening to a sermon, crying out "Amen" and the like after
every one of Karl's observations. When Brad stepped forward to bear witness that
his wife was an unreconstructed pervert who was both a trial and a tribulation
to him, everyone burst into applause. Randi started to wonder just how serious
Karl was about her behavior. She realized that if any of what he was saying was
his honest opinion, Brad's days as a member of the inner circle of Karl's
organization were numbered.
It became ludicrous when Brad moved closer to her, unzipped and began
pissing on her. His stream worked its way up from her spread pussy to splash
against her bloated tits that by now had turned a dark shade of blue, on the way
toward purple. "God, you sometimes disgust me with your sick little quirks. Why
I haven't gotten rid of you before is one of those great unexplained mysteries."
Brad said as he played the stream of piss across her face, noticing how she was
trying to capture it in her mouth. He leaned forward just enough so that Randi
could begin swallowing what still issued from his bladder.
Suddenly there was another stream of piss splattering across her face;
Karl had joined Brad in humiliating his wife. Then Leonard and Vladimir unloaded
as well, nearly swamping the naked woman in a sea of piss. By the time they had
finished Randi's belly was rounded from all the yellow stuff that she'd
swallowed. There was still more humiliation to come and secretly Randi was
begging for them to "bring it on". She would not be disappointed.
(To be continued)
