The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 12
Randi allowed herself to be quick marched to the cabin they occupied.
Once inside the door was secured and the couple quickly undressed as their
captive stood there and watched, wondering what lie in store for her this
evening. Any uncertainty was quickly removed as Vladimir strode toward her and
slapped Randi across the face so hard that her knees buckled. Claire followed
this up by sinking her fist into Randi's gut, landing it just above her cunt and
making her think she was about to vomit. "That's just our way of saying hello
again." Claire remarked, then stepped back so that Vladimir could once more slap
her across the face, this time with a back-handed blow that rocked Randi's head
back. "Hello again, my dear woman. We have so much we want to do to you that I
doubt if we'll have the time available. So I guess you will have to be our guest
sometime soon so we can really give you everything that a tramp like you
deserves." His words sent a chill through Randi's naked body.
Claire grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bed. "Lean over
and don't move or I'll tear that ass to ribbons. Now I want you to count and say
thank you after every stripe we put on that ass of yours. While my husband whips
you with his belt I want you to get busy and start licking my cunt so its nice
and juicy when Vladimir wants to fuck it. Whipping a whore like you always makes
him hot and that's when he really turns me inside out." Claire got on the bed
and positioned herself so that Randi's tongue could make contact. As soon as
Claire moaned, Vladimir laid a vicious blow to his victim's ass, splitting the
cheeks almost dead center. Randi screamed into Claire's muff and was rewarded
with a fist to her ear from the angry woman. "I said count! Do you hear me, you
miserable cunt? No moaning! No groaning! I just want you to count and thank my
husband for even bothering with your diseased body."
At the count of twenty-five, Vladimir took a break and changed places
with his wife. Now Randi's mouth was stuffed with his thick cock that was making
some progress in choking off her air supply. Randi immediately recognized the
feel of the whip as it tore into her swollen rump. She gagged and tried her best
to thank the peroxide blonde for the first lash, but Vladimir's cock prevented
her from speaking. He laughed heartily at her dilemma and forced his cock still
deeper into her throat as the whip made a hissing sound before it once more
ripped into the helpless woman's ass. Claire lost her temper and proceeded to
turn Randi's bottom into a bleeding lump of swollen meat as her husband amused
himself by cutting off Randi's air supply and letting her face turn a bright red
before allowing her a moment to gulp in some air before he once again shut off
her windpipe with his cock.
Vladimir suggested that Randi get busy and start getting Claire ready
for his cock. Soon she was suctioning for all she was worth trying to get the
blonde wet enough for her husband to easily penetrate her. Poor Randi wasn't
shown any mercy even while she performed on Vladimir's wife. He resumed giving
her his belt, every blow sending a splatter of blood from her bleeding
hindquarters that had already taken a merciless beating from his wife. Claire
decided that Randi should pay her respects to the winking brown eye that was
lodged between her plump ass cheeks. "Suck it like it's the sweetest liquid
you've ever tasted. I want to hear you murmuring at how tasty my butt hole is.
Make sure you get the tip of your lying tongue as far up me as you can. If I
don't think you're being sincere I'm going to ask my husband to give you a taste
of the whip." That was all the incentive that Randi needed. Soon both Vladimir
and his wife were chuckling at the sounds that were coming from their captive as
she greedily consumed anything that she could draw from Claire's anus.
They made Randi kneel by their bed while they went at it, so as Claire
put it, "You can learn how civilized people do things." When Vladimir was
finished he rolled over and ordered Randi to clean off his cock, which was
coated wth fluids from both of them. "Polish it good and proper. I want it to
glisten when you're finished or so help me I'll take the rest of the skin off
that ass of yours." His threat galvanized her into frantic activity as she used
all her wiles to satisfy this sadist who seemed to be quite capable of doing
exactly what he said. Claire got as close to the action as she could and made
snide remarks as Randi performed her clean-up efforts, slobbering all over
Vladimir's spent cock and then licking and kissing it from base to tip before
deep throating the semi flaccid tube of flesh to add still another layer of
saliva that she then noisily suctioned from it until Vladimir's cock seemed to
shine in the light from the overhead lamp.
Now it was Claire's turn to have Randi apply her talented tongue and
mouth to the task at hand, which was to clean Vladimir's cum from her cunt. She
pushed herself into a seated position and spread her sweaty thighs before taking
Randi by the hair and guiding her face into that drooling, oozing maw. Vladimir
watched bemused as his wife's cunt was sucked, kissed, licked and tongue fucked
by the partially sunburned woman. It took quite a long time before Claire
pronounced herself partially satisfied with Randi's efforts. Then with a broad
grin that she directed towards her husband she said, "Now be a good little tramp
and swallow every drop of what I'm going to give you to drink." Randi stiffened
with dread, realizing that she was about to be totally humiliated and that there
was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Claire tightened her grip on
Randi's hair and with a soft grunt began to piss into her captive's mouth while
Vladimir watched with a huge smile on his face.
Randi had no choice but to keep up with the flow of piss that flooded
her mouth. She gulped it down and at the same time tried to get some air into
her lungs. The taste of Claire's offering was acrid, a sour yet sharp mixture,
and it felt as if dozens of bitter bubbles were exploding in her nostrils with
every swallow she took. Claire was monitoring her flow to keep her victim on the
edge of losing control. Occasionally she would put more pressure on her bladder
and the flow would overcome Randi for a brief, panicky moment before leveling
off again. At last with a few final squirts, Claire was done using Randi for her
toilet.
Now it was Vladimir's turn. He pushed his prey from her kneeling
position and dragged her by the hair to the adjorning bathroom. "Tilt your head
back and keep your mouth open while I see how much piss you can capture without
swallowing. Swallow before I tell you to, and I will beat you senseless." Randi
knew better than to doubt him. Claire quickly followed the pair to the bathroom
and she stood by her husband as he let loose a stream of pungent yellow liquid
that arced into the air and splattered onto Randi's hair, soaking it to her
scalp before moving down to paint her eyes shut and then over her nose and into
her gaping mouth. Randi was soon behaving like a fountain, the stream of piss
now pouring out from the pool that had formed inside her wide open mouth.
She immediately swallowed at his command and began choking as her throat
burned from the sharp taste and the acid nature of his piss. Vladimir took a
quick step closer and let her have a second, more powerful dose of his bladder's
contents. This time he directed the stream straight down her throat and
succeeded in causing her to lose control. She gagged and tears trickled down her
cheeks as the fiery liquid went up her nose and impregnanted her sinuses with
its acidic signature. He painted her face with more of his yellow offering and
then once more directed it into her mouth, this time ordering her to swallow as
fast as she could. Randi began to feel nauseous from a combination of his urine
and what she had been through on the deck.
The man continued to torment her, shooting a volley of pee into her eyes
and then letting another spurt go into one of her ears as she tried as best she
could to avoid the drenching that he was delivering. Finally he approached her
and shoved his cock into her mouth and began pounding the head against the back
of her throat, still letting some of his piss spurt down her throat, causing her
to gag and putting her on the verge of vomiting. A tiny portion of her mind knew
what she could expect if she gave into her gag reflex and had the temerity to
vomit on his cock. He would flay her alive and probably have her fed to the
sharks the next morning. Somehow she willed herself to stay sufficiently calm
and at long last his stream turned into a few dribbles before ending.
"Look at the mess this stupid bitch made in our bathroom. I want her to
clean it up immediately, with her tongue. I'll supervise her to make sure she
does it correctly, and if she doesn't I'll add some more welts to that big ass
with my whip." Vladimir laughed as he surveyed the urine splattered floor, not
to mention the urine soaked woman who knelt in a puddle of his piss and blinked
stupidly at them. He decided to take a nice hot shower and clean up before
allowing their captive to get busy cleaning up the bathroom.
Claire took this opportunity to further humiliate Randi. She grabbed a
handful of her hair and dragged the dazed woman to the toilet and jammed her
head down into the bowl, submerging her. Soon Randi was desperately struggling
to raise her head above the water level to gain some air. Claire used both hands
to keep her head submerged and gradually Randi's frantic efforts to free herself
from Claire's iron grip began to subside as she took in a mouthful of water and
then another. By the time Vladimir stepped from the shower Randi was
unconscious. He ignored her situation and padded out into their cabin.
For the next half hour things did not go well for Randi as she was
kicked and punched by Claire as she tried to lick up the piss that covered the
tiled floor. It was an exasperated and highly incensed woman who finally had to
admit that making their captive do as she wished would take most of the night,
and was certainly not worth it. Five minutes later one of the crewman entered
their cabin and swabbed out their bathroom within a matter of minutes. Vladimir
engaged him in conversation and what Randi heard of it made her blood run cold.
It seems that Brad had been turned over to the crew for the evening as
punishment for his boorish behavior. Their little party was just a prelude to
what Karl had planned for his disloyal employee tomorrow. The crewman joked that
Brad 's asshole was considerably wider after having been fisted by most of the
crew to loosen it up so that Big Ben could sodomize him. "He cried like a little
baby when Big Ben busted his candy asshole open for him. That cunt's husband
will never have to worry about being constipated ever again now that Ben tore
him a new one." Randi began to despair as she heard this horrible news. She
could only wonder what lay in store for both her and Brad tomorrow.
Once the crewman left the cabin, Vladimir, with some help from his wife,
managed to place Randi into the tub that would be her bed for the evening. To
make things more interesting Claire forced her captive to down nearly two quarts
of water so she wouldn't be dehydrated by morning. "If you need to go my dear,
feel free. The tub stopper is in so you can enjoy a nice warm piss bath." That
was the last thing Randi heard from them that night. She knew she dared not make
any noise that might wake them. She could not begin to imagine what an angry
Vladimir or Claire might do to her even before she was taken out to the deck and
exposed to the elements.
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Ralph located a bale of hay and with the help of Larry, they moved it
into position so that Brandi could be draped over it. Her hands were tied
tightly behind her back and another length of rope was used to hold her down
against the scratchy cube of dried grass. She was still out of it and so they
decided there was no need to tie her legs apart to give the dogs easy access to
her swollen cunt and asshole. At Larry's suggestion Ralph mounted the bale of
hay and straddled the girl to not only keep her properly posioned but also to
pull her head back so that her mouth could be used by another of the animals
that were beginning to eagerly pace back and forth in their pens.
"My animals ought to loosen up that tramp's holes so those crazy
teachers can use and abuse her some more today. I'm sure not planning on there
being anything left worth fucking when they're done with her this time." Ralph
laughed and shifted his weight to make sure that he had complete control over
the teenager who was beginning to make some slight attempts to adjust her body
into a more comfortable position. "If she takes on Major, there isn't going to
be much left of that twat for anyone to fuck. That damned horse will ruin her
for sure." Larry shrugged at the farmer's remark. He figured that after his dogs
got done with her this morning she'd probably be finished as far as human
consumption was concerned. This was not the same piece of hot fuckmeat that they
had seen unloaded from the van a couple of days ago.
Unlike the previous time, Larry didn't bother to create a dog run.
Instead he walked over to the pens and grabbed the first dog that got close
enough. He kept his hand full of the animal's neck fur and walked it over to the
bale of hay that Brandi lay upon. It didn't take the dog, one of the tick
hounds, long to figure out where its dick went. It got up on its hind legs and
began ramming the hard length of red, dripping dog cock into the general
vicinity of the teen's holes, finally establishing a connection with her swollen
cunt. Larry released the hound and stepped back to watch the fun. The hound's
cock was a blur as it sawed away inside Brandi's cunt. Its paws dug into her
haunches and drew blood, causing the helpless victim to utter a loud scream as
she felt her skin tear open and then the sensation of the blood trickling down
her leg.
Satisfied with the progress the dog was making, Larry left it to its own
devices and went to get another dog to rape the girl's mouth. This time he took
a long pole with a noose attached at its end. He wanted to get the rottweiler,
and it took some doing before he could lead the noosed animal to the front of
the bale. He gave a nod to Ralph who grabbed Brandi's hair and yanked hard,
forcing her head back. "Open your fucking mouth and let that dog's cock do its
thing or I'll snap your fucking neck!" His threat had the desired effect and the
girl complied, allowing the thick hard cock to enter her mouth and begin
battering away at the back of her throat.
Meanwhile the hound had begun spraying dog cum all over the brunette's
cunt walls. Then it was held fast as the knot formed. The dog acted as if this
was a new experience and began trying to use brute strength to break the
connection. Its paws dig deeper and began raking a set of bloody furrows into
Brandi's butt cheeks.She tried to shriek but the battering from the rottweiler
had effectively silenced her. The two men watched with interest as the dogs had
their way with the dazed teen. The rottweiler exploded deep inside her mouth and
the torrent of cum caused her to choke and begin to panic as she realized she
could not get any breath into her lungs.
They didn't step in until Brandi passed out. Larry dragged the
rottweiler from the teen's face and pulled the snarling brute back to the pens,
while Ralph kept an eye on the hound that was still coupled to his human bitch.
It took another minute or so for the knot to shrink sufficiently to allow the
dog to escape Brandi's fucked out box, releasing a stream of dog cum that oozed
from her red, raw cunt mouth that now gaped wide. Larry selected another one of
his animals to give the girl's asshole some serious attention.
The malamute wasted no time zeroing in on Brandi's swollen asshole.
Larry had made certain that Brandi would get cornholed by the large sled dog by
jamming a rag in her fucked out, dripping twat, leaving only one hole available
for the dog's hard cock. Brandi groaned and screamed as her sore asshole was
split apart by the furious assault from the dog. It was at this point that a
trio of teachers,including Janet, entered the barn and confronted the two men.
"Look we paid you two good money for your services. We expect to have
access to this little bitch when we want it, not when you two feel like it. Now
why don't you see if you can get that mutt off that little prick teaser so we
can take her for an early morning swim in the quarry to get all that honey and
dog cum off her so she's nice and clean for when we beat the tar out of her."
Ralph and Larry glowered at the teachers, but soon realized that they were in
the wrong and it was time to let their customers have their fun.
Fortunately for the teachers their spokesman was Jason rather than
Janet; they too knew that Janet rubbed these two men the wrong way. As for
Janet, she just watched as the dog pounded away at Brandi's fucked out asshole.
It appeared to her that the teen was beginning to bleed from the brutal attack
she was experiencing. Janet started to worry that perhaps this had already gone
a bit too far and Brandi might flake out on them before they did all the neat
and nasty things they had planned for her final day at the farm.
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Margaret awoke refreshed and eager to face another day with her nephew
and Helene. Once during the night she had awakened to the sound of the
bedsprings creaking from the room occupied by the young couple. She concentrated
her attention and detected the soft moaning coming from her nephew. It seemed to
rise and fall depending on the frequency with which the bedsprings creaked. For
a moment she was tempted to leave the comfort of her bed to peek in on the young
people as they went about their bonding process. However she was overtaken by
the desire for more sleep and nodded off to the sounds that seemed to be
reaching a crescendo. The last thing she remembered was Helene's muffled voice
teasing her nephew; she could not make out the words but their tone told her all
she needed to know. Helene was in charge, of that there could be no doubt.
Helene's entrance at breakfast was rather spectacular and Margaret was
thrilled by it; her protogee had already conquered Jon and obviously bent him to
her will. She wore a black latex bra that exposed her fat dark nipples and a
matching brief that was so tight that one could easily see the outline of her
plump cunt lips. She wore high-heeled boots that made her tower over her
captive. Jon in contrast was naked except for a skin-tight, black leather sheath
that constrained his hard penis and a matching pouch that contained his
testicles that appeared to have shrunk considerably since last evening. Helene
was using a pair of metal spiders, that were screwed tightly into Jon's stiff
nipples, as the base for her leash to guide and control him as if he were some
type of pet. When she made him pirouette, Margaret could not control her
happiness. She clapped her hands with delight as she took in the fresh welts
that covered Jon's buttocks. He had been truly tamed and brought to heel, as she
had hoped he would be. Once breakfast had been finished, Margaret made good on
her promise to reveal her secret. The women adjorned to the sitting room and
seated themselves, leaving Jon to stand at attention beside his new mistress.
It seemed that Walter's father had stumbled by accident on his children
tormenting Jon. He was outraged to discover that Margaret had been involved in
setting this assignation up before she left for the city on her weekend. He was
scandalized that she would involve his children in something like this without
obtaining his permission, which in all likelihood would have been forthcoming.
At that point he decided to exact revenge for this outrageous slight to his
authority as a parent.
His meeting with Margaret Baugh was to the point and contained a threat
to go to the authorities even if it meant revealing the role of his children in
this perverse activity. Margaret knew him well enough to realize that his was no
idle threat. She made no argument when he declared that in exchange for his
silence on this matter she would have to place herself under his discipline for
one week. Secretly she was more than a bit thrilled by the prospect of finding
out first hand what it meant to be a slave, to be totally at another's mercy
with no hope of redemption. With this as prologue Margaret began her story of
what transpired during that fateful week when she had no rights and was under
not only his authority but those to whom he delegated this responsibility when
he had to be away doing one of his many jobs around the island. With a shy smile
she began to speak as Helene hung transfixed by the revelations that were to be
made evident. Jon's expression never changed, nor did his eyes move from his new
mistress.
( To be continued)
