The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 9
There were two suggestions that were argued. The first was that Brandi
be taken back to the quarry for another swim that would allow her to be awake
and alert for all the other nastiness that they wanted to do to her before they
turned in for the night. Those opposed argued that the amount of time it would
take to transport her to and from the quarry would leave them little opportunity
for doing anything to her. Instead they proposed that other means be used to get
her back from wherever her mind had gone while the dogs had their way with her.
They were challenged to suggest what sort of plans they had to make this happen.
Janet stepped up to the plate and hit a grand slam. " I want to make
sure that this stuck-up cunt has a constant reminder of just what kind of trash
she is; sort of a souvenir of her little outing this weekend. I'm sure that
branding her ass cheeks and maybe putting another smaller mark in the vicinity
of this whore's cunt might be just the way to get her out of this funk. One
thing's for sure; she'll never be able to wear a bikini in public again. Then
once she's wide awake, then we can hang her by those big tits and see how much
skin we can whip off that pig's body." When she finished speaking there were
nothing but nods and grins from her audience; Janet's suggestions had carried
what was left of the day.
While Larry swamped out the dazed teen's well-fucked holes, Ralph
assisted the group in getting a fire started and provided a number of metal rods
that could be used to mark their victim. It would take nearly an hour for the
fire to reach the point that they could consider marking the teen, or as one wag
put it, "branding Brandi".
To while away the time they tied the girl to the rail once more and took
turns using her as a punching bag, taking care not to damage her swollen face
any further. The men concentrated their efforts on flattening her big tits and
seeing how deep they could drive their fists into her belly. Brandi brought up
some bile, but other than that, her stomach was devoid of anything to offer up.
Once again it was Janet who came up with an idea to make her even more
miserable.
They jammed a watering hose into her mouth and turned it on full blast.
It took only a few minutes for the big-titted teen to pass out from lack of air
as her belly rounded nicely from the torrent of water that managed to find its
way into her stomach. Janet held a smoldering stick from the fire against the
side of one of the teen's big breasts. This little trick got her awake in a
hurry. Bart welcomed her back to the world of the living by burying his fist
into her bulging belly, bringing up a torrent of water that issued from her
nostrils as well as her mouth. Jason and William took their turns, aiming their
punches low into her groin area, stepping back to avoid the water she brought
up. Alvin finished her off with a knee to her cunt. Some of the women winced
sympathetically as Brandi's cunt absorbed this brutal assault.
The unconscious teen was carried over to the fire and staked out on her
back, her arms and legs pulled out to their limit and then tied tightly to the
wooden posts that were pounded into the ground to hold her fast. There was some
discussion about what type of mark was to be burned into Brandi, and where it
would be placed. Once again Janet held sway. Her hatred for this super-sexy teen
seemed to know no bounds, and in truth there was a deep well of anger and
resentment that Janet harbored toward this beautiful, full figured brunette who
seemed to lack for nothing.
"I've been having second thoughts about how we should go about marking
up this miserable bitch. It might be fun to give her a few very private and
personal mementos that only we know about, besides the ones we want to put on
that teaser's ass. I was thinking that for openers it might be reasonable to
burn those fat cunt lips that she flaunts at all the boys. All we teachers can
take a turn leaving our little touch of hell on the entrance to that whore's
twat. I guarantee that from now on this bitch will be letting her bush grow out
and keeping it that way once we get done with her outer lips. I've got an even
better idea for what to do with those big titties she uses to make us look
inferior when it comes to attracting cock, and even cunt." Some of the teachers
took a look at Janet's gal pal when she said that.
This time there was some opposition to Janet's suggestions. It came from
the ladies who had accompanied the other four teachers on this weekend of
perversity and revenge. Janet suggested that they put the matter to a vote. This
did not sit well with the ladies who expressed a great deal of concern that this
weekend had gotten out of hand and they were not willing to assume the risk that
such treatment of Brandi might bring from her family or the authorities. It was
Ralph who stepped in and scotched Janet's grandiose plans for Brandi. "Young
woman I'm not going to allow myself to be involved in something like you are
suggesting. I agreed to provide a nice quiet place where you and your companions
could show this young lady the error of her ways. What you're suggesting goes
way beyond anything that was discussed with me while we were negotiating for the
use of my farm. It seems to me that anything permanent that is disfiguring is
not something I want to be involved in. So I suggest you rethink what you and
your friends intend to do with those branding irons, and run it through me
before you get started."
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Jon was on his knees, face buried between the thighs of his aunt while
Helene, wearing a long, thick dildo made of a rubber composite that simulated
the feel of flesh, but was hard and unyielding, prepared to insert this monster
into the man's asshole which was positioned almost perfectly for her assault.
His butthole glistened from the dollop of lubricant that had been slipped inside
and massaged into his tight tunnel by her long middle finger. Jon's aunt looked
up at her protogee and remarked, "He really used to love taking it in the ass. I
began to worry that perhaps he was a bit too tilted towards the gay side, but
time has proven my fears to be unfounded. On the other hand I think that with
some work he'd be the perfect bisexual. Shove it in hard, and watch what happens
to his dick when you slam it home. "
Helene smiled at Margaret and with one swift thrust of her hips, drove
about four inches of this monster into Jon's asshole, bringing a loud grunt from
him that translated to a flurry of hot, wet tongue to his aunt's warm, moist
cunt. Helene let out a whoop and exclaimed, "He's getting hard, very hard!" Then
she resumed her thrusting and Jon's asshole greedily swallowed inch after inch
of hard rubber. "Wow, he's taking it all and not making a sound. I can't believe
how hard his cock as become. It's starting to twitch and bob." Margaret smiled
and pushed down on the back of her nephew's head to force him to go deeper into
her oozing slit.
As she enjoyed the delightful sensations being produced by her nephew's
fast tongue, Margaret watched the expression on Helene's face as she worked as
much of the dildo as she could into Jon's asshole. The sight brought back
memories of when she had the boy under her control that long and wonderful
summer. Margaret decided to begin instructing her protegee on the fine art of
dominating an individual who might be a bit insecure about his or her sexuality.
"It has been my experience with Jon that the more powrerful the stroke, the
faster he ejaculates. Try to focus on producing a steady pace with as much
energy as you can sustain." She leaned back and shifted her body slightly to
allow Jon's tongue to insinuate itself into another of her special spots, one
that made the flow of salty fluid dripping from between her rapidly swelling
cunt lips increase dramatically.
The sound of that hard length of rubber moving in and out of her
nephew's asshole was music to her ears. Helene was applying her considerable
strength to the task at hand, slamming nearly the entire length of her weapon
into his yielding flesh. Soon her dusky body was covered with a sheen of
perspiration caused by her efforts. She paused on the upstroke to deliver a
vicious slap to Jon's ass cheek, the blow echoing throughout the room. Margaret
smiled as she felt his tongue fluttering within her sodden cunt; the slap had
triggered it off, a very good sign as far as she was concerned. Now Helene began
to slap his bottom with every stroke and soon it was crimson and his gasps of
pain or anguish were now audible.
Helene leaned forward and began to pinch and scratch Jon's nipples which
went from stiff to rock-hardness in a matter of a minute or so. "I see my little
sissy boy is enjoying himself. Why don't you show your mistress how much you
appreciate her efforts to make that little thing between your legs squirt. I
want you to come and come soon; it's the least you can do to thank me for even
paying any attention to that little worm of a dick you possess!" With a burst of
energy that came from deep within her, she increased both the pace and power of
the thrusts she was delivering to her sissy slave. Margaret was in a state of
bliss as Jon reacted to the sensory overload he was experiencing. The
combination of those powerful thrusts, the teasing nails raking his nipples and
her derisive comments on his manhood had the desire effect; he howled like a
wounded animal and his hard cock spurted jets of thick white cum onto the
sheets. Margaret was delighted at what Helene had caused her nephew to do. It
had taken Margaret many trials before she was capable of producing the kind of
display from him that she had just witnessed.
"Helene, you have done very well for your first time. I look forward to
seeing what you can make him produce in about a half hour from now. You must
solidify your advantage if you are to become his mistress in the truest sense of
the word. I am thrilled that you and he seem to be developing a relationship
that might lead to something of significance in the future. While we are waiting
for this poor sissy slave to recover so that he may once again show his
appreciation for your attention, and respect for your exalted position, I will
share a story that until now has been a closely guarded secret shared by he and
I."
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About twenty minutes after Millicent went over the side, it was decided
that it was time to flip Randi over to make sure she got an even all-over tan.
The crew did the honors under the supervision of Karl. This time her wrists were
cuffed behind her back and pulled up as close to the leather collar circling her
throat as her muscles could tolerate, and then locked into place by a metal pin.
Duct tape was used to separate her buttocks to the max and keep them that way,
thus exposing her sphincter muscle to the cruel rays of the sun. Her legs were
bent in such a manner as to allow her ankles to be bound to the region just
below the hollows behind her knees. There was some discussion about whether or
not to free her noosed tits, which had turned nearly black and ballooned to the
size of small watermelons. Since Randi had lost all feeling in them, Karl
thought it would be fun to cut the breast bindings once she was properly trussed
and had another hour or so to get "comfortable". He knew that Randi would try to
climb out of her skin once the blood returned to those bloated, black, sunburned
bags of fat.
To complete her bondage a thick belt made of burlap impregnanted with
rock salt particles was wrapped tightly around her midriff to not only irritate
her sunburned skin , but to elevate her pubic mound to allow access to both her
cunt and asshole. Finally her hair was plaited and a rope was tied to the top
knot that was formed and attached to another rope cutting into her lower
abdomen. The rope was pulled taut until Randi's head was pulled back to the
point that he neck muscles stood out in stark relief. What this did was to pull
her sunburned breasts off the broiling deck and more importantly allow access to
her mouth.
The crew was given the opportunity to check whether this configuration
would not only maximize access to her holes, but provide plenty of skin for
teasing and tormenting. Big Ben settled himself down on the hot metal, his knees
protected by a thick padding of foam, took Randi's head in his huge hands and
tried to pull it forward so she could begin licking the bulbous top of his
mammoth cock. The ropes held firm and so he grunted and inched his body closer
to the helpless brunette. Her flickering tongue washed the head of his cock, and
as she continued to lick, it swelled further. Meanwhile the first of many cocks
began to split open her sphincter and burrow deep within her colon.
The crew member sank his cock as far into her as he could and then began
pummeling her for all he was worth. This was at least the third time for him
today, and so he took his time, moving almost randomly within her tight tunnel.
He rocked from side to side and then tried to corkscrew his rigid tool to gain
even greater contact with the walls of her shitter. All the while Big Ben was
feeding more and more of his huge cock into Randi's mouth. Those golden showers
had left a residue that mixed wth the spray from the waves the yacht was
creating, formed what appeared to be a whitish mask covering her face. Now as
this monster cock forced her mouth wider and wider her skin began to crack open.
A first it was only a minor irritation, but as more and more cracks were created
and the salt began to burn its way down into her flesh, irritation turned to
pain.
Randi was oblivious to the fact that she was now surrounded by everyone
who had been invited to join this shipboard orgy, excluding Millicent, along
with their host. It wasn't until a hand reached out and pinched her nostrils
closed that Randi became aware of her audience. The fingers squeezed harder and
harder and she started to struggle for air. Between her pinched nostrils and the
choking mass of meat blocking most of her throat there was no way for air to
reach her lungs. Despite her struggles, Randi soon lost consciousness.
She came to and immediately Big Ben's cock was plunged into her mouth
and this time he tried to forced this awesome slab of man-meat down her throat.
The group cheered the crewman on as he struggled mightily to forced Randi to
deep throat him. Once more she lost the battle to stay conscious, and this time
it took a considerable effort to return her so that she could be tortured
further. Meanwhile the first crewman finally dumped his load into her
well-stretched shit chute, and was quickly replaced by one of his companions who
wasted no time puncturing his victim with a vicious series of thrusts that got
her attention. He had taken up a position that allowed him to force his cock
almost straight down into her gaping asshole. In a sense he was piledriving her,
a particularly savage method for ass-fucking.
Big Ben gave up his attempt to have her deep throat his mammoth cock and
moved away to wait his turn at Randi's asshole. Trixie began to suck his prong
to keep it hard and ready. She may not have been very attractive, but she knew
her business, and Big Ben closed his eyes and began to dream about busting this
stuck-up bitch's asshole wide open once he got a chance at it. Meanwhile Claire
and Jennifer took over the task of tormenting and humiliating Randi as she was
sodomized by the crew.
First it was the peroxide blonde's turn, and she made the most of it,
stripping off the bottom portion of her two piece bathing suit and presenting
her plump asscheeks to the bound brunette. "I just took a real big dump and
guess what, I ran out of toilet paper. Would you be a dear and take care of
cleaning me off, I'd really appreciate it." Her words brought some laughter from
the crowd and a grimace to Randi's sunburned face. Then Karl leaned over and
added, "If I were you, I'd do as the lady asked. You and your husband are not
exactly doing a good job of convincing me that he's ready for bigger and better
challenges, or that he is the kind of team player I'm looking for." These words
spurred her into a frenzy of activity. Claire sighed and wiggled her ass from
side to side as Randi's tongue licked and suctioned up the remains of that huge
bowel movement she had just completed.
While Randi had been peforming that loathsome task her mind was filled
with thoughts of betrayal. Randi was well known for her voracious appetite for
sex and her love for pain; she was the standard against which other pain sluts
and near-nymphomaniacs were judged. However she could not stand to be humiliated
in public, especially in front of her peers. This was the major chink in her
armor and it was a closely guarded secret. As far as she knew, only Brad and a
few of her closest girl friends knew of this weakness. First there had been the
golden showers, now this disgusting task. What else could she expect? How did
Karl learn of this? There could be only be answer, Brad had sold her out in the
interests of keeping his job with Karl's company. If this were true, and she
knew it was, then he would have to pay a heavy price to once more be in her good
graces.
The third crewman had taken over, and his big dick was doing a good job
of stirring up her colon and its contents. Then Jennifer came into view and from
the look on her face, she too was about to do something to totally humiliate
Randi as she slowly broiled beneath the pitiless sun. Her worse fears were
quickly confirmed. First Jennifer took her by surprise, reaching out and using
tape to keep Randi's eyes wide open. When she slipped out of her bikini bottoms
Randi knew she was in for another thoroughly humiliating experience. It turned
out to be much worse than she anticipated.
Karl's beautiful companion squatted so that her perfectly waxed pubic
mound was level with Randi's straining face. She gave the sunburned woman a
small smile and then released a stream of hot piss directly into Randi's
taped-open eyes. The pain was terrific and seemed to grow with each passing
second. Then as quickly as it began, Jennifer's flow ceased. Now she snuggled up
against Randi's mouth and pressed her pee hole against her lips. "Now you are
going to capture every drop of my sweet tasting piss in your filthy mouth,
swish it around until I tell you to gargle with it, and then when I tell you,
you'll swallow it down and ask me for more. I want to hear you say, "Please
Jennifer may I have another taste of that golden stream of yours, please?" I
want you to make sure that all the people watching are convinced that you
really mean it. If you don't, then I'm going to have to let Big Ben try again to
make you deep throat his hard cock instead of using it on that gaping asshole of
yours." Randi knew that she was in very deep trouble. She had no option except
to do what Jennifer wanted.
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"OK, as far as I'm concerned I'll look the other way while you folks
decorate her pussy lips with those irons sizzling in the fire. When it comes to
doing anything with her tits that's a no-no. Now when it comes to branding that
little teaser's ass cheeks, I'll let you put a small brand dead center on each
of those round, firm buns. That way she'll be able to wear a bikini on the
beach, but not a thong; that's a good compromise as far as I'm concerned. Now
let's get busy marking this filly so there will be enough time left for more fun
and games before I have to put her away for the night."
Janet was not exactly thrilled by the farmer's decision on this matter,
but there would be plenty of other opportunities to do some more touch-up work
on that tramp's body once they got back home. In fact that might be even better.
She knew of a tattoo artist who would do work in exchange for pussy if the girl
was good-looking enough. This piece of trailer trash disguised as an
all-American girl certainly qualified as the kind of twat that would get the
attention of the guy she was thinking about. Maybe things were going to work out
for the best after all.
(To be continued)
