The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 10
Brandi begged them not to do this terrible thing to her. She offered
them anything if they just wouldn't burn her this way. Janet loved to hear the
big-titted teen beg and plead as her eyes stared at the irons that were now
turning a bright shade of orange from the flames. Janet, who seemed to have
taken over as the group's leader, was the first to withdraw an iron from the
blaze. She had carefully wrapped a thick piece of burlap around the base of the
rod and now she was teasing the terrified teenager by threatening to poke the
hot length of metal into the girl's tit. Each feint brought a scream of horror
from their captive. Janet gave the girl an evil grin and pulled one of her fat
cunt lips aside, exposing the pink flesh it sheltered. Then she lightly tapped
the red-hot tip against Brandi's moist flesh bringing a shriek of agony, more
from fear than pain, out of the teen. Then with no warning she sank the hot iron
into her cunt lip and watched dispassionately as the skin charred and began to
sizzle, sending up a wisp of smoke that smelled of cooking meat. Brandi
shuddered, twitched and fainted.
The teen was brought back quickly thanks to a pail of water poured over
her face as she lay helpless, her naked body spreadeagled and held fast at
wrists and ankles by strips of leather that anchored them to the stakes driven
into the dirt. Now it was the turn of the other teachers. Alvin went first,
picking his spot quickly and pressing the heated rod against a portion of her
cunt lip opposite the mark left by Janet. Brandi let loose with a blood curdling
scream that interrupted his concentration. He pulled back, and when his
companions began to laugh at his reponse to that awful sound, he plunged the rod
back down, burning away a fresh portion of skin and flesh as Brandi writhed and
screamed even louder. Alvin dropped the rod back into the fire and quickly
turned back to Brandi and backhanded her across the face twice, her head
bouncing from each blow, her lip splitting, releasing a spurt of bright crimson.
Jason went next and displayed some shakiness as he tried to duplicate
Janet and barely kiss Brandi's moist, rubbery cunt lips with the heated iron.
He was unsuccessful on his first two attempts and finally had to be satisfied
with holding the rod in both hands to steady it so he could burn away some fresh
meat from the girl's twat. Brandi 's screams began to waver, becoming almost a
constant warbling as her vocal cords started to become strained from the
constant pressure she was placing on them with her mindless screaming.
William and Bart took their turns and added their marks to what the
others had already created. The smell of burning or cooking flesh was becoming
oppressive and those not actively engaged in this terrible deed backed away to
clear their nostrils of the stench that was the result of the branding ritual.
Janet surveyed the results of the first pass from the teachers. She looked in
the direction of their dates to see if anyone from that part of the group was
interested in joining the fun. "There's plenty of room still available on this
cockteaser's twat. Anyone want to cook some of that raw meat that's still left?"
For a brief moment there was silence from the other women, then Janet's date
grinned at her and raised her hand. The French teacher slapped her hands
delightedly and waved her date to come and join them, even poking the coals in
the firepit to make sure that they were still capable of heating up the rods
that were buried into the glowing bed.
Her date demonstrated her mettle and brought forth a hoarse scream from
their victim as she bounced the heated rod up and down on one spot, just an inch
or so from the hooded clit of the buxom teenager. Janet could feel her panties
getting moist and she envisioned what she and her date would be doing later on
this evening when all retired for a good night's rest while Brandi once more
spent an agonizingly long night staving off insects, real and imagined prowlers,
and the desire to sleep, which might prove to be fatal if last evening was any
example of what she might face.
"Last call for cunt cooking, anyone game for another run at this pig?"
Janet was a bit disappointed when Bart volunteered for another turn. Secretly
she was hoping for no takers so she could finish the decorating all by herself.
Brandi howled to the heavens as he seared another section of her outer cunt
lips. This acted to spur Jason to take another turn so he could demonstrate his
manliness as well. He managed to lay the red hot rod down exactly on the narrow
slit that was created by her burned and swollen outer cunt lips. The teen nearly
ruptured herself trying to escape the terrible pain that spread through her cunt
as the glowing rod turned her cunt juice to steam and caused a large portion of
her outer cunt lips to sizzle and pop as the skin was charred black. Then the
buxom teen shuddered and passed out, trying to swallow her tongue as she did.
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Jennifer displayed quite an ability to control her bladder, rationing
the amount of piss that she let flow into Randi's mouth, then settling back and
laughing as the woman swished her golden offering around inside her mouth and
then at a signal from the gorgeous brunette, put her head back as far as she was
able so that her audience could be amused by her gargling. Then it was time to
swallow, smack her lips and declare how delicious that mouthful tasted. Then
Jennifer would inquire sweetly if Randi wanted another little treat, and those
around roared with laughter at her pleading for another big mouthful of that
delicious drink. All the while the crewman was sawing away inside her well
stretched asshole, doing his best to make the process as lengthy and painful as
he could. Lurking out of her sight, but still a big part of her narrowly focused
world, was Big Ben, waiting for any sign of weakness that would mean he could
once more see how much of his enormous length of hard cock he could force down
her throat as her face turned from one color to another.
The return of Millicent from her latest bout with the wind and waves
stole the show from Jennifer. She did not behave graciously, aiming her stream
of piss directly into Randi's staring eyes, watching intently as her acid based
urine slowly ate away some of the protective film that normally cushioned and
protected her rival's eyes from harm. The confrontation between Leonard and his
contrite wife now captured the attention of almost everyone with the exception
of those involved in causing Randi as much discomfort as they could. She had
taken Trixie's advice and was promising her husband the sun, moon and stars
along with her ass and that of her youthful female lover. This approach seemed
to be working based on the expression that now crossed her husband's face. The
crewmen hopped to it, as he ordered them to cut his wife down and get her out of
the wind.
Suddenly Randi regained the spotlight, but wished she hadn't. She was
presented with a soaking wet and salt encrusted woman whose skin was burned raw
by the combination of the sun, wind and salt water that had buffeted her for
these many hours. Leonard had gotten the bright idea to install Randi as his
wife's human cleanser. His idea met with everyone's approval and Karl personally
congratulated this member of his inner circle, indicating by this action that
Leonard had regained his position of trust within the organization.
Karl had another surprise in store for Randi, one that she definitely
did not like. He had one of the crewman cut the bindings that were pinching off
the blood circulation to Randi's tits. Those big, bloated, sunburned bags of
meat looked like a pair of black bowling balls hanging from her chest. At first
all she could feel were little tingling sensations as if some tiny creatures
were romping across her skin. Then she felt the first of a series of stabbing
pains that began at the base of those swollen mounds and then began to radiate
throughout. She tried to control the urge to scream and failed miserably as the
pain grew more intense and now it felt as if someone had poured gasoline over
her tits and set them on fire. Her scream was more like a croak, her throat
muscles were so sore already from all the other torments that she had
experienced, especially the deep throating attempts of Big Ben.
The pain continued to grow and she found it difficult to even focus her
eyes which were still taped open and smarting from the piss bath they'd received
recently. The next thing she knew Millicent was sitting on the deck directly in
front of her face, legs parted to reveal her salt encrusted slit. "Get to work
on my wife and do a good job or you'll be hanging out in the wind until
morning." Despite her agony, Leonard's threat penetrated the fog she had sunk
into and so she poked out her tongue and made contact with the trim gray-haired
woman's cunt. It smelled of the sea and the salt taste was so overpowering that
she withdrew her tongue in a reflex action.
Someone punched her in the back, directly between her shoulder blades,
making it feel as if she had all the air driven from her lungs, so powerful was
the force of the blow. Then she heard Vladimir's voice, the words cutting her
like a razor, "Do what you're told or I will hurt you so badly that you will
wish you were dead." To emphasize this threat his fingers began pinching the
nape of her neck, digging deep as he searched for those special tendons and
nerves that would provide excruciating pain. His efforts were successful and
Randi found herself losing control of her bladder and soiling herself as the
group around her laughed at her humiliation. For her this was just the beginning
of a nightmare that grew more frightening with every passing minute.
The raging pain centered in her motttled tits still held center stage.
She began to bang her head against the metal hatch on which she lay, hoping to
knock heself unconscious and escape from the terrible pain that just seemed to
be getting worse and worse. Leonard grabbed her by the hair and held her head
up, bending her neck back painfully. "Lick my wife's cunt you miserable excuse
for a woman, or I swear I'll break your neck here and now!" The venom that was
contained in his voice got her attention, and she whimpered in absolute fear.
What was happening to her? Why was Brad ignoring what was happening to her? Had
he truly betrayed her, thrown her to the wolves to save his damned job? Her mind
was overloading from all the fears that were rising up.
Randi put her mind to doing her best to clean off the salt and other
material that coated Millicent's cunt. She shut out the taste and the smell,
working diligently to loosen the crusted salt and spit it out onto the deck. It
was then that she heard Karl's voice. "I want to see you get rid of that salt in
another way than spitting it on my deck. You are truly trying my patience. I
don't which of you two is pissing me off the most, but you can be sure that
unless you and your husband clean up your acts immediately, your life style will
take a turn for the worse and I do mean worse!" His words were more painful than
any blow she had taken to date. What was to become of them? What was to become
of her?
In all this turmoil she had forgotten about Big Ben. Now he was
reminding her of his baleful presence, his big hands prying her sunburned ass
cheeks apart as he grumbled about her lack of enthusiasm for his big cock. "I
hate a stuck up cunt worse than anything. I'm gonna hurt you bad, real bad,
before I'm done ruining that asshole of yours. Then I'm gonna make you take my
cock down your fucking throat until you either swallow it whole or I split your
gullet in two." Randi felt as if she was about to throw up. No matter where she
turned, there was someone out to harm her. For the first time in a long time she
dreaded the pain that would come to her helpless body.
Randi tried not to concentrate on that huge weapon that was splitting
her asshole open to its limit. She couldn't help but hear his grunts and curses
as he tried to breach her sphincter muscle and begin burrowing deep inside her
tight tunnel. He began to slap her ass cheeks in cadence as he pushed harder and
harder against that firm barrier. The pain of his entry was now substantial, but
Randi knew from personal experience that what lay ahead for her would be agony.
There was no way her asshole was going to accommodate that monster without
something inside giving way. She wondered how much pain she could endure if such
an event occurred, and she knew it would.
Meanwhile Millicent had grown tired on her lack of attention, and began
slapping Randi across her sunburned face. That jolted her back to reality and
her tongue began circling the older woman's cunt with a purpose, not wanting to
have her face damaged further. Millicent made matters even more difficult by
hunching down and pressing her wet cunt into Randi's face, then rubbing it up
and down to try to scrub some of the salt free in that manner. She warned her
victim that things would go hard for her if she didn't do exactly as she was
instructed.
Randi groaned inwardly when the woman turned around and presented her
salt encrusted buttocks and winking brown eye for Randi's tongue and lips to
work on. Then she felt this tremendous sharp pain that grew into a raging fire
centered at her asshole. Her sphincter muscle had torn allowing Big Ben's cock
to plow forward through the bleeding flesh that surrounded it. Randi's screams
could be heard all over the yacht.
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Jon looked toward his aunt with eyes pleading for her not to reveal the
dirty little secret that only they and the others that had been involved knew
of. Margaret gave him a feral grin and ordered him to resume licking her cunt.
"At least you can do something useful while I let Helene know about what a sissy
boy you truly were that summer. Then I'm going to tell you both another secret
that I've decided to reveal that also happened that summer at the beach." Her
lovely protogee settled herself next to Margaret's slim naked body and began
running her nails across the auburn haired woman's bare breasts as the story
began to unfold.
" I had an arrangement with one of the year-rounders who occupied the
island to take care of my house while I was away. He was a widower who was
raising the two children left motherless by his wife's untimely death. I believe
that the boy, Walter, was sixteen or seventeen at the time, and his younger
sister Winifred, who everyone called Winnie, was perhaps fourteen. The boy took
after his father; he was close-mouthed, almost taciturn with a look about him
that was most intriguing to the girls and even some of the ladies that came here
for the summer months. Winnie was also a quiet person, but she had a lovely
smile and her occasional laugh was most pleasing to the ear. All in all I found
her to be a most attractive young lady who with the proper assitance from a more
worldly woman such as myself might one day make a good catch for one of the
locals or perhaps even a summer person."
"Why I decided to turn Jon over to these two children for an entire
weekend was the product of my capricious nature mixed with the thought that he
just might enjoy being dominated by people more his own age. I was extremely
curious to see what, if anything, might develop between him and Winnie. I felt
very confident that he was completely mine to do with as I wished, and in all
candor, this really was the basis for my decision to expose him as being nothing
more than my plaything. Secretly I may have also hoped that by doing this, I
might gain an even greater advantage over those two quiet children who seemed to
be more than they let on to be."
"I remember the look on his face as I finished binding him down to the
bed in his room, naked and so very available. I had arranged a number of toys on
the dresser for the children to use if it suited their fancy. He was completely
unaware of the fact that I would be leaving the island for a weekend in the
city, and that his baby sitters would be a pair of children that he had
occasionally seen about the island when I was not training him here in my little
house. I had taken the liberty of leaving a note for them to read so they might
fully understand what I expected of them. Walter and I had held some rather
frank discussions concerning Jon's limits, and my hope that his sister would
involve herself completely in anythng that might develop between the threeesome
in my absence. All that now remained was for me to bring Jon to an aroused state
and use the cock ring to assure that he would retain his erection until the
children took over his care."
"As I walked towards the landing where the craft that would take me
across the water to the city waited, I spotted the children walking slowly
toward my house, their feet kicking up the sand. They were deep in conversation
and did not see me. I couldn't help but notice from the pale skin now exposed,
that Winnie's bathing suit was most revealing and displayed a budding figure
that might cause some unanticipated reaction from Jon when he saw her. Then I
noticed that Walter was carrying what looked like a duffel bag as well as a
camera. I wondered what the bag contained and why he was bringing a camera. Then
they passed from my sight and I hurried toward the landing to avoid being left
behind when the boat left the landing."
Margaret paused in her story and glanced at Helene, who was hanging on
her every word. Jon on the othe hand was trying his best to burrow inside her
body to escape the humiliation that was to come when she continued her story.
"Why don't you strap on that toy of yours and see if you can widen my nephew's
perspective a bit. He seems a little out of touch with things and perhaps would
benefit from some attention being paid to a certain portion of his anatomy." The
auburn haired woman leaned back and ran her fingers through the hair of the
young man worshipping her cunt, and watched as her youthful companion donned the
black rubber tool and positioned it between Jon's buttocks. She grinned as his
tongue flickered and then stabbed deep into her cunt as Helene moved her hips to
drive the dildo into his asshole.
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To Janet's dismay, Ralph, the owner of the farm, opted to rain on her
parade, declaring that the teen had been burned enough for one day and any
additional branding of Brandi would have to be deferred until tomorrow so she
had a chance to recover from the burns she'd just received. He also innocently
observed that based on the condition of her blistered, seared cunt lips, it
might be reasonable for the teachers to refrain from going her pussy and instead
concentrate on seeing how much they could widen her asshole before she had to be
put away for the night. He chuckled when Janet quickly donned her strap-on and
took up a position between Brandi's splayed thighs. The teen screamed herself
hoarse and begged for mercy as the teacher split her swollen, burned cunt lips
apart and drove the monster dildo deep into her quivering cunt.
For the next hour they took turns raping Brandi until she was
unconscious from the pain and shock of their assault. Jason and Bart tried to
rouse the teen by pissing on her as she lay there senseless, but even this was
not sufficient to bring her around so she could be tormented further. It took a
good hosing from Ralph to get her awake and ready to be put away for the
evening. It had been an unseasonably warm day and the farmer thought there might
be a chance that some insects had been stirred from where they'd been hunkering
down for winter.
He marched Brandi Barnes to a tree located a few yards from the house
and just as dusk deepened into night, strung her up by her wrists from a low
hanging limb. Her feet hung about four inches from the ground, all her weight
being supported by her shoulder muscles. During the long night her body,
especially her arms would begin to stretch from the pressure of supporting her
weight. He gauged that by morning with some luck, she might be actually touching
the ground allowing some of the weight to be taken off her straining shoulder
muscles.
To make things more interesting he smeared some honey over her bruised
tits, put a dollop into her navel, and packed her cunt and asshole with healthy
amounts of this insect attractor. He snorted when he realized that he hadn't
coated her sensitive armpits with the thick, sweet material, and proceeded to
correct this little oversight. He finished up by gagging her with a filthy rag
and using some duct tape to keep it in place. Then he gave her a swat on the ass
and left her to hang there and perhaps feed the insects that hopefully would be
attracted to her bare body during the night. To make it easier for them to find
her, he had used an extension cord to hang a light from just above her head. He
chuckled to himself as he left to grab some supper and then get to bed. It was
going to be a long day tomorrow and he wanted to be well rested for all the fun
and games they were going to be playing with that big titted teaser that was
going to be insect feed tonight.
( To be continued)
