The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 8
Larry made sure that his dogs were still in good physical condition
before letting them go for another run at their bitch. He let them have as much
water as they wanted since it was a very warm day. Brandi had to make do with
whatever the dogs deposited in her mouth as they took their third run at her.
Larry checked Brandi and decided that her cunt was a bit too loose for his
tastes. He solved that problem with a small sack of alum, a powerful astringent
that as it gradually filtered through the porous container would tighten the
teen's ravaged flesh making her more acceptable for his dogs. He pushed it into
the girl's dripping cunt and used a small stick to poke it further up her fuck
channel, pushing a wall of dog cum towards her cervix.
After making certain that Brandi's asshole was protected by the bung
wedged deep inside her, he made sure that the teen had enough seasoning to keep
his dogs in a frenzy. He carefully rubbed the sodden rag over her cunt lips and
a few inches into her cunt. He did the same to her propped-open mouth. He gave a
wave to Ralph that he was clearing the area, and took up his position, watching
as the first dog, the Weimaraner, growled, a deep rumbling sound indicating his
readiness to mount his bitch once more. He caught Ralph's eye and yelled, "Let
'er rip!", releasing the first dog as he shouted.
The two dogs arrived at their target almost at the same instant and
there was a brief scuffle punctuated by yelps and barks as they coupled
themselves to the girl's holes. The mastiff reared up on its hind legs and
quickly began thrusting its red length of meat deep into her mouth, actually
contacting the back of her throat on occasion, causing her to gag and retch. The
other animal was ramming his hard length of dog cock into her sore swollen
tunnel making her scream from a combination of fright and pain. By the time his
knot swelled up, locking them together, Brandi was hysterical, sobbing and
making guttural sounds whenever her mouth wasn't being filled with the dripping
tool of her dog attacker.
The audience was silent, stunned by the fury that these animals were
displaying. A few of the women actually turned away, but not Janet, her eyes
riveted on the scene taking place before her. As she took it all in, she was
already planning what kind of things she would do to her pupil once she had her
back in class, and even more importantly, after classes were over. She wondered
if she might be able to purchase a trained dog from Larry for her own
entertainment. It might be possible to recover the cost of the dog and its
upkeep by selling pictures of Brandi and her doggy lover on the Internet or
perhaps having private showings of the two lovers enjoying each other's company
in the privacy of her back yard.
The dogs continued to hurtle out of their holding pens and smash into
their helpless prey as she slowly became as much of an animal as they were. Load
after load of scalding canine cum was splattered over the walls of her battered
cunt, joining the remnants of the previous offerings that she had absorbed
during this warm day on the farm. Toward the end of this latest exercise in
total humiliation, there occurred a few problems.
Brandi started to choke on a huge load of cum that had caught her by
surprise and wound up going down the wrong pipe, as they say. The teen panicked
and soon was unable to breathe. It took some time before anyone realized that
she was choking to death. Larry sprang into action and pulled the crazed dog
from his victim, risking some skin but managing to restore the girl to something
resembling normalcy. He declared a brief recess so that she could fully
recovery. Then as luck would have it, the very next animal created the same
problem just as the one filling her cunt with cum became locked tight to his
bitch. Between the choking and the frantic attempts of the other dog to free
himself from Brandi, it was touch and go before order was once again restored.
Brandi stayed conscious, but neither saw, heard or felt anything for the rest of
this stint as the pack's bitch in heat.
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After nearly two hours of being buffeted by the strong wind and
encrusted with the salt spray that washed over her dangling body, Millicent was
hoisted up and dropped unceremoniously to the deck. Leonard, accompanied by
Trixie, who wore a knowing grin on her lined face, were waiting for her. "Well
look who decided to drop in and pay us a visit. If it isn't my faithful wife,
what's her name. Come to think of it, what's her name isn't so faithful after
all. I'm sure glad I've got someone as affectionate as Trixie here to keep me
well fucked instead of well screwed. There is a difference between fucking and
screwing in case you didn't realize it."
Leonard glanced over to where Randi was entertaining Claire and her
husband. He was using her sun burned tits as cushions for his knees as he
alternated between strangling her and choke-fucking her throat with his hard
cock. "At least that one knows she's nothing but a sex crazed slut and is being
treated accordingly. My faithless wife on the other hand thinks that deceit and
deception are the proper tools for a lady of good breeding to use to deceive her
loyal husband." He continued to observe the activity featuring Randi and the
couple. Claire, who was fully clothed, and thus protected from the effects of
the brisk wind and blazing sun that was turning Randi's naked body into a
blistered column of flesh, was working her greased hand into the woman's cunt.
Randi winced as Claire's fingers rubbed at those portions of her cunt that had
prior to today never seen the light of day.
Vladimir looked back at his big titted wife and grinned, his hands
around Randi's throat squeezing the life from her. Claire laughed and observed,
"This bitch is certainly as advertised. My hand feels as if it's in a vat of
warm mud and I can tell, from the way her fuck tunnel clamps down on my hand,
when you're giving her a nice taste of your cock." Her husband laughd and
hunched forward, releasing his grip from Randi's throat, but now substituting
his length of hard flesh as it punched down her gullet, cutting off the air she
so desperately needed to stay conscious.
Claire slowly formed a fist inside Randi's aching fuck tunnel and
prepared to make the arduous trek up her birth canal so she could finally have
the pleasure of battering her cervix to the point that it was going to take
weeks for it to recover from the tilting that would result. "I'd love to have
this fuck pig of a slut under my thumb for a week or so. I'd make her wish she'd
never been born. Remember what we did to that teen pain freak last year? Now
that's the kind of action this one would get."
Vladimir laughed and began to once again strangle his naked victim as
her tongue protruded from her slack mouth. "I presume that means stabbing these
big pillows with ice picks, packing that twat with horse liniment and shoving a
wine bottle up her asshole for openers." Randi had lost interest in their
conversation since her air supply was exhausted and the darkness of impending
death was fast approaching.
Fortunately for Randi Barnes, Karl Neilson picked this moment to check
on her progress. He quickly cautioned Vladimir and his wife that any harm that
came to Randi would result in very serious consequences to their way of life. He
tempered this comment with the observation that Randi seemed to be thoroughly
enjoying their attentions based on the amount of cunt juice that was managing to
seep from the almost non-existent region between her sunburned slit and Claire's
wrist.
It was quite an acrimonious scene being played out by the hoist.
Millicent was once more hanging from it by her bound wrists and one of the crew
was adding a second bag of sand to further stretch her taut, slim body. Leonard
stood by with a strap in his hand, preparing to whip his wife's naked body to
make her admit to her perfidiousness before she was swung out for another brisk
ride into the wind that had picked up somewhat. The dildo that had been crammed
into her thin lipped cunt had been removed. Now her cunt lips were spread wide
and taped to the insides of her thighs in much the same manner as Randi. Her
husband had decided that exposing her sensitive fuck tube to the ravages of
wind, salt and sun was a far more effective way to punish her than merely
stretching, but also protecting it by means of the thick plastic toy.
Trixie was adding to Millicent's discomfort, her knowing fingers
searching and finding the slim matron's clit. She was squeezing and rubbing that
tender love button, watching her victim struggling to avoid giving into the
sensual massage she was receiving. "I'll bet you're thinking it's that hot
little number's tongue lapping away on that clit of yours instead of this old
whore's fingers, aren't you?" Millicent heaved a great sigh and tried to contain
herself, but Trixie knew what she was doing.
"Your husband's been putting the wood to me all the time you've been
hanging over the side getting the skin stripped off that scrawny frame of yours.
The next time you're in for a little rest he wants me to piss in your mouth once
you've sucked his cum out of my pussy. If you were smart you'd make some kind of
a deal with him; maybe you can offer to share that little twat who's licking
your pussy when he's not around. I'll bet he'd go for that in a big way. Think
about all the fun you two could be having with a hot young cunt who goes both
ways. I just know Leonard would love to make that little twat go both ways, and
I think you might get a kick out of watching him do it."
Millicent didn't have much of a chance to dwell on what Trixie had said.
Leonard's strap snapped across her still shapely bottom, leaving a welt that
would soon be joined by another two dozen or so marking her ass and the backs of
her legs. Trixie stepped back and smirked as the gray haired woman took blow
after blow from her irate husband. Karl clapped his hands and urged this member
of his inner circle to give his wife exactly what she so richly deserved.
Minutes later Leonard watched his unfaithful wife being swung into the wind for
another long ride over the choppy water.
Vladimir paused in his rape of Randi's sore, swollen throat to watch the
fifty-something woman hanging out in the wind, the salt spray sometimes hiding
her naked body from view as the yacht plowed through the waves. He checked on
his wife's progress and was happy to note that half of her forearm had now
disappeard into the bloated fuck box of this pain slut that was providing so
much entertainment for them both.
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Jon had been suffering a variation of what his aunt did to him when he
was much younger and had the type of recuperative powers that were but a memory
these days. He had lain on his back, legs parted and stroked his hard penis for
the last hour without letup. However unlike the times when he was a teenager, he
had yet to cum even once. His two tormentors had taken turns squatting over his
face, presenting either a smooth fragrant surface for his tongue to lick and his
lips to kiss or an unruly jungle of strong-scented pubic hair that he had to
carefully pick through in order to reach his goal, that wet heated grotto that
waited to capture his tongue and lips.
The other half of this teasing, sardonic duo stationed herself at his
groin, her hands cupping his churning testicles and controlling his reactions
with gentle caresses or an application of pressure that literally left him
breathless and in pain. No matter which position his aunt ocupied, it was she
who controlled him. She could tell with unerring accuracy what state of mind he
was in and how far away he was from that magic moment that meant releasing his
millions upon millions of blind swimmers into the air.
The signs she utilized ranged from the way his tongue and lips moved
over and into her most intimate regions to the way his muscles began to tense
and his breathing quickened. Helene was the instrument by which she controlled
her nephew. It was either a command to squeeze his scrotum and its contents or
perhpas to grind her hairy crotch harder into his face to divert him from his
quest for release, thus breaking his concentration and causing him to lose
momentum.
Margaret Baugh was never passive, always in charge. It was she who
determined how fast or slow he would stroke himself and how long before she had
him change speeds as if he were some type of race car making a circuit of the
course he was fated to drive until he either crashed or reached the finish line
that only she could discern.
Helene marveled at the way her mentor mastered this young man. She
seemed to know where every one of his buttons was located and when to push it
and for how long. He was her medium, nothing more. Helene aspired to this lofty
state, but knew that it would take many years of careful attention to every
detail that determined the male's temperment,as well as his reaction to various
stimuli. She had to devote herself to learning how she had to project her own
feminine power in such a way as to be almost non-threatening at first to her
prey and then gradually make those subtle changes, those nuances that skillfully
brought the adversary to heel without his realization that he was being
manipulated. This was a talent inherent in all women, but only a very small
fraction trained themselves to utilize it to their advantage. Done properly the
male never would feel that he was being dominated, it would just be a matter of
doing what was correct as defined by his mistress. How could anyone with a sound
mind think otherwise?
In the case of Jon, subtlety had given way to raw power. Margaret had
captured and brought him to heel well before he was fully formed and thus there
was no reason for the dance, the tea ceremony and those other social rituals
that normally were part of the process of enmeshing the male. Helene could not
help wondering what Margaret had in store for this young man who belonged to her
totally. Her reveries were interrupted as her mentor spoke, "Jon, it's time for
you to assume the position. I grow tired of this game and wish to embark on a
new adventure involving you and Helene."
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Larry and Ralph held a brief meeting after round three had run its
course. Brandi did not look well at all; her eyes were unfocused and she was
drooling uncontrollably. There was a trickle of blood coming from her battered
cunt and she shuddered violently every few minutes as if reliving some terrible
experience.
Larry broke the bad news to the teachers and their dates. "It looks like
our guest of honor is through for the day when it comes to doggy loving. Guess
she's not ready for prime time when it comes to taking on my pack. Now don't
worry none; she's still available for lots of other fun and games, but we'll
need a short break to swamp her out so she'll be nice and fresh for whatever you
good people care to try out on her between now and nightfall."
(To be continued)
