The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 13
Since this would be Brandi's last trip to the quarry the teachers
decided to take the extra time to reach an outcropping that would provide an
opportunity to have the weighted body of the teen tramp touch bottom. A
twenty-pound weight was plaited into her hair and securely knotted with rope.
Additional weights were attached to her tits, and around her waist. All in all
they estimated that there was about sixty pounds hanging from her naked body.
Finally her security in the form of over two hundred feet of stranded metal
cable was chained to the manacles on her ankles to provide some degree of
redundancy in case one of the manacles were to separate from the cabling. Jason
and William the math and science teachers had put their heads together and
calculated that with the amount of weight Brandi would be carrying she would
take about thirty-five seconds to reach bottom, nearly one hundred and thirty
feet which was supposed to be the maximum depth of the quarry. Bringing her up
from this depth might take twice that amount of time. This didn't offer much of
a safety margin, but they were willing to risk it. As Janet so bluntly put it,
"If she dies on the way up, all we have to do is add some more weights and dump
the body into the quarry. Without any knowledge of where she was dumped it would
be very difficult for anyone to find her body, and who would be stupid enough to
tell anyone? That would just mean we'd all go to prison; not likely in my
opinion."
After one botched attempt, they managed to successfully launch
"submarine Brandi", as one wag described their screaming, pleading victim, into
the quarry and watched a trail of bubbles pop up from beneath the surface as the
cabling played out smoothly at roughly four feet per second as the teachers had
predicted. Things began to go awry when the cabling kept uncoiling as it went
beyond one hundred and fifty feet. Bart started to panic and his reaction soon
swept across the group. The men grabbed onto the cable and brought it to a halt.
Then it took them nearly two full minutes to bring the blue-skinned, unconscious
teenager to the surface. Her flesh was ice cold and there was no sign of
respiration. Jason immediately began CPR while the rest of them stood around
wringing their hands. It did not look very good for either Brandi or her
tormentors. Five minutes elapsed and still she gave no evidence of coming out of
her icy slumber.
Out of frustration Janet knelt down beside the blue-faced teen and began
punching Brandi's chest and breasts. Jason quickly moved away from her flailing
fists and the horrified group formed a frozen tableau around the two females.
Suddenly Brandi's chest heaved and a fountain of quarry water poured from her
mouth. They quickly got her into a sitting position and pounded on her back to
make the teen bring up more of the water that had filled her lungs. Brandi made
no sounds except for the retching noises that came from her every time she puked
up whatever was still captured in her lungs and throat. The girl began to shake
from the cold and soon her naked body was swathed in sweaters and even a coat
volunteered by Alvin's date.
It took the teachers nearly an hour to transport their victim back to
the farm. All the time the men were taking turns carrying the semi-alert teen,
Janet was cursing a blue streak, claiming that the girl was faking it and
threatening to prove it once they got her back. Larry and Ralph were still upset
over what had taken place in the barn earlier, so they made no effort to assist
their guests, merely standing around and watching the goings on as Brandi was
prepared for some more punishment by a thoroughly irate Janet. "You just wait
until I have you back in my class you miserable tramp! Then you'll realize that
what I'm going to do to you now is nothing compared to what you're going to get
as a steady diet when I have that sorry ass of yours under my thumb." Her
comments weren't taken too seriously by the others since they all realized that
this thing between Brandi and Janet was very one-sided and very personal on the
part of Janet.
Alvin and Bart helped the French teacher pound some stakes into the
ground so that Brandi could be spreadeagled with her legs raised and spread so
wide apart that the tendons of her thighs bulged against the skin covering
them. Her ankles were roped tightly to the lowest rail on the wooden fence that
separated the barn from the main house. Janet made sure that the scratchy rope
bit deep into the teen's flesh. She could look down and see the swollen ,pink,
fleshy cunt so vulnerable to anything that she could dream up for it. However
her attentions would be first focused on the teen's feet, especially her toes.
The teachers followed her orders and began to cut slivers from pieces of
wood that were randomly piled against the fence to which the teen was anchored.
Soon there were about a dozen sharp splinters, each three to four inches long.
Janet took the first one and drove it beneath the nail on Brandi's big toe,
bringing a shrill scream from her. The teacher's face broke into an evil smile
as she selected a second sharp sliver and this time drove it under the nail of
the toe next to the first one. Brandi's screams got louder and she struggled
fruitlessly against the ropes that held her fast. The others now joined in, and
within a matter of minutes every toe had a sliver of wood protruding from
beneath its nail. The girl was in agony but there was nothing she could do to
relieve the pain that lanced through her quivering body.
Janet now tried to set the wooden splinters on fire, hoping they would
burn down to the sensitive flesh now exposed by the wooden wedges driven under
each toenail. Her attempts were not successful at first, the burning wood
extinguishing itself long before it could reach the flesh beneath her victim's
toenails. It was Ralph who finally exerted himself to show up his antagonist. He
had been watching and imagining that it was Janet out there stark naked and
riddled with wooden slivers in her cunt, tits, and under her fingernails as well
as her toenails. In his little torture fantasy the wooden splinters were soaked
with pine tar which burned slowly with a sizzling sound that made the teacher
piss herself as she felt her flesh begin to blister from the advancing flames.
Ralph sauntered over to where the frustrated teacher was standing and
poked her in the ribs with a little more than just a friendly nudge. "You see
that tree over there. That's a pine tree and the stuff you see on the trunk is
called pine tar. Try putting a little of that on one of those splinters before
you shove it under her nail and see what happens when you set it off. I think
you'll be kind of surprised, and knowing you to be a compassionate person,
you'll probably be mortified at the damage you just caused. But that won't be
anything like the shock your little girlfriend will feel when it starts burning
down under her nail." Janet's initial glare softened as she understood what he
had just told her. She was now all smiles; it was going to be a fun time after
all, fun for all except that big titted tramp, but that was her problem.
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Before Vladimir and his wife took their guest up to the deck for her
final outing under the sun, they had used her to get rid of the urine that had
accumulated in their bladders as they slept. Claire laughed as she squatted over
her prisoner and directed her stream of pungent, first of the day, piss into
Randi's open mouth. The brunette lay in a pool of her own urine that had
resulted from all the water she had been forced to drink before they left her in
the tub. Vladimir's threat to cut off her nipples unless she swallowed every
drop of their piss had taken all the fight out of her. All she thought about now
was to somehow get through the day and retain her sanity. She was terrified at
the prospect of being sodomized by the sailor with the huge cock, and what the
others might force her to do, but she was depending on her taste for pain to
get her through this terrible ordeal. She also was wondering what was in store
for her husband this day after what she had learned last night concerning his
session with the crew.
Randi's belly was quite rounded from the amount of piss she'd swallowed.
She became even more uncomfortable when she was put on her bloated belly and
tied spread-eagle fashion to the rings in the deck, her swollen stomach now
pressing into the metal of the hatch, the metal that would soon get very hot as
the rays of the sun heated up the entire surface. Randi could already feel the
first little tingle on her back, a sign that she was already on the verge of
burning. She mentally cursed herself for not working on her tan previously. At
least her sun bronzed flesh would offer some degree of protection from the
pitiless sun that would beat down on her bare body for many long hours. Vladimir
and Claire left her out in the glare of the sun as they went below to have
brunch and chat with the others that formed the invited group. That is all but
Brad Barnes, who still was being entertained by the crew. Big Ben had widened
his rectal passage some more this morning and was joking with the crew that now
that the edge was off his needs for the day, he could concentrate all his energy
on utterly destroying the asshole of this fairy's wife.
It took some time for Randi to get her bearings. First she realized that
for some reason she was now facing the side of the yacht that had been used to
swing Millicent out over the waves. While she was trying to figure out why she
had been put in this new orientation, she saw a shadow indicating that someone
was standing over her from the rear. Before she could conjure up any reason for
this sudden appearance, she felt a hand on one of her roasting ass cheeks. Then
she felt some sort of material being rubbed over this region. Then the hand did
the same to her other butt cheek and she realized that her anus was now totally
exposed to the broiling rays of the sun thanks to what felt like strips of
adhesive used to pull her ass cheeks apart.
There was nothing she could do about the situation; she was totally
vulnerable to anything that these people could imagine to make her life
miserable. Time passed and finally someone approached her. It turned out to be
Trixie, who was naked from the waist down. The old prostitute squatted down and
grabbed Randi by the hair in order to slam her face into her dripping cunt. "Mr.
Neilson thought you might want a little taste of what he was giving to me and
Jennifer last night and again this morning. He says this will have to do for
brunch, but Jennifer will be by later on with some more for you to suck out of
her cunt. Now get busy and clean me up good, I haven't got all day to stay out
in this hot sun. I'll get a sunburn for sure." Randi knew better than to disobey
Trixie, so she stuck her tongue out as far as it could go and began lapping the
cum and cunt sludge that was oozing from the whore's well fucked twat. As she
did, she wondered what other torments lie in store for her.
By the time Karl Neilson and his bride-to-be, Jennifer, made an
appearance, Randi's tongue was licking up and down the ass crack of Trixie,
pausing to tickle and tongue fuck her winking brown eye. The old whore was
really into it and she was clenching her sphincter to make it seem as if she was
about to take a dump into Randi's mouth at any moment. Randi could do nothing
but continue to clean all the foreign material that had accumulated in between
Trixie's butt cheeks over the past half a day. The woman obviously did not
believe in taking too many showers and the taste from her skin proved it.
Karl's booming voice interrupted the action as he called out to the crew
to bring Brad up on deck. Randi forgot all about what she was doing and Trixie
expressed her irritation by pushing her ass hard into her victim's face. Karl
suggested that perhaps Jennifer might want a little of Randi's tongue while they
were preparing Brad for his little excursion over the waves. The brunette did
her best to crane her neck to see her husband. Then Jennifer's cum flecked cunt
blocked her view. Randi resigned herself to becoming Jennifer's cunt rag as
well. She licked, kissed and sucked every square inch of the lovely woman's cunt
from its base to that fat clit, spending a minute or so sucking on that hard
nubbin of sex flesh and bringing a shudder of suppressed sexual excitement from
the gorgeous brunette. Then she heard Karl speaking to her.
"I presume you'd like to get a look at your treacherous husband before
we put him over the side. As you probably know he has been entertainig the crew
or vice-versa all night and well into today. I think he needs a breath of sea
air to recover his equilibrium before my men show him a few more tricks that
they can do." Randi looked past her husband's boss and gasped at what she saw.
Two crew members assisted by Claire were making sure that Brad was manacled
securely to the corners of a rectangular metal frame pivoted so that it could be
swung over the side of the yacht and face its cargo of human flesh into the
salty wind, ocean spray and the burning sun that was now almost directly
overhead.
Brad Barnes' penis was stiff and a dark angry shade of purple. A metal
cock ring had been screwed down tightly around the base of his bulging sex
organ. A wire had also been looped and tightened until it nearly disappeared
into the swollen flesh of his cock an inch or so from the tip. Something like a
straw was protruding from the piss hole in his dick. Karl made sure that Randi
knew that her husband had been catheterized by one of the crewman at the start
of their little session, and had been unable to either ejaculate or piss ever
since. "Your husband has been promising my men all sorts of things if they will
just let him take a piss and cum. The pressure on his bladder is fairly intense
and I'm sure his balls must feel as if they are being crushed in a vise from all
that unrelieved sexual pressure. I'm sure that a little sea air will be just the
ticket to take his mind off these minor inconveniences." To illustrate Brad's
precarious situation, Claire jabbed a stiff finger into his groin putting
pressure on his bloated bladder. He screamed in agony,but the sound he made when
she closed her hand around his testicles and squeezed slowly made the hair on
the back of Randi's neck stand up.
Shortly afterwards they shifted the frame to let Randi see her husband's
rear. She had trouble believing what she saw. His anus was a gaping wound with
blood oozing from its depths. Worse still, it appeared as if part of his rectum
had been inverted by the force of Big Ben's monster cock. It looked like a
reddish mushroom as it bulged from his anus. His buttocks were covered with deep
gashes and welts. Randi had been around the pain game long enough to know that
what she looked at could only have been caused by a cane, probably one made of
bamboo. She intuitatively knew the level of pain he must be suffering and she
began to fear for his life. The prospect of him surviving more than a few hours
exposed to the elements in his current condition was dim. Despite knowing it was
her husband enduring this, she still was fascinated by the terrible cruelty and
skill that was being demonstrated on the deck by the crewmen as well as Claire.
They were not yet done preparing him for his trip over the waves. His
eyes were taped wide open, forcing them to take the full effects of the
elements. She wondered what type of permanent damage might be done to his retina
or optic nerve by being exposed to a combination of wind, salt spray and the
intense ultraviolet generated by the sun.There was a good chance that her
husband might wind up blind for life once they got done with him. Then they
proceeded to add one final torture to join all the rest of the pain that he was
having to endure. A weight that might be ten or even fifteen pounds was tied
around his testicles. Claire supported the metal ball in her hands for a moment,
then smiled in the direction of Randi and let it drop from her hands. Brad's
scream was heart wrenching to his tormented wife. He now was experiencing hell
on earth, or was it over water. He was still shrieking in agony as they swung
the frame out over the side and the wind and waves began to eat into his
unprotected body.
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Meanwhile back at Jon's residence,his aunt was continuing her story of
being a slave for one entire week. "Promptly at 7AM he appeared at my door to
escort me to his house where I would remain for the entire week. As he had
ordered, I was wearing only a pair of snug fitting black cotton panties under a
short beach robe and a pair of sandals. He was accompanied by his children who
paid no attention to me at all. Winnie finally spoke, asking where Jon was. I
told her he was in his bedroom, prepared as per the instructions I had been
given. She and her older brother disappered down the hall, leaving me to face my
jailer. He motioned for me to follow him, and so we set out for his house
located some half mile from here. As we walked across the cool sand, the wind in
our faces, I could not help noticing that my nipples were hardening. I dismissed
this as being caused by the cool wind, but deeper within I knew this not the
truth."
"Had I known what was in store for me I would have prepared myself
differently. The moment we were inside my captor ordered me to remove the robe
and allow him to manacle my wrists to bands of leather that he looped around my
upper thighs. Another set around my ankles effectively hobbled me. He half
marched, half pushed me down the hall towards the bathroom which was quite large
for the kind of house he lived in. Once inside I was shocked to have him sit
down on the toilet seat cover and take me over his knee for a sound spanking. I
made the mistake of trying to escape my punishment and was rewarded with an
additional ten blows, five apiece to each cheek. He had not spoken during ther
entire episode. I was partly furious and at the same time rather apprehensive
about what else might befall me."
"He pulled me from his lap and made me stand. Then he spoke and I could
not believe my ears. He informed me that I would be spanked every morning either
here or in his bedroom. Then I'd receive an enema. Today he intended to give me
at least two to make sure that I was properly cleansed and ready for the fasting
that he planned for me. This would allow me to somewhat atone for my insulting
behavior towards him and the jeopardy that I'd exposed his children to. I was
stunned speechless by his announcement."
"You have no idea how humiliating it is to have a man, especially one
who is a relative stranger and not of your social class, adminster such a highly
personal procedure while you are utterly helpless and unable to protect your
person from the shame and degradation that it causes. Somehow I survived the
indignity, made worse by his presence as I sat on the toilet voiding the
contents of the enema as he watched dispassionately. This was the oddest thing
about him. He never showed any emotion no matter what he was doing or having
done to me by others."
"During my first full day there he had me clean his house and cook his
meals, made more difficult than normal due to my being hobbled. At least my
hands were free which was some blessing. They were only secured when I was
taking an enema or being spanked. Later there would be other functions that also
required me to be restrained, but they will come in due time. I did not see the
children that day nor the next. I was incommunicado as far as the rest of the
world was concerned."
"He lived up to his promise about more than one enema, in fact I took
three during that day, all causing me incredible feelings of shame and
hopelessness. Midway through the day I made the mistake of asking him for water;
I'd had none since before he had arrived at my house. He refused my request
curtly and told me he would decide when I would have water or food. He went on
further to say that he had no intention of giving me either for at least the
first twenty-four hours of my stay. I was furious and forgot my place. This
resulted in my second spanking of the day, a methodical affair that left my
bottom smarting and rather swollen despite being somewhat protected by the
cotton panties that he had me wear except when I was receiving one of my daily
irrigations, as he called them."
"As the day grew longer and hotter he unveiled another humiliating
torment for me to endure. When I informed him that I had to urinate, he declared
that he would accompany me to the bathroom and supervise me as I emptied my
bladder. The words he used were much cruder. Not only was he to witness one of
my more intimate activities, worse still he refused to allow me to take down my
panties. I literally had to pee in my drawers and wait for all my urine to leak
through the cotton fabric. Then he made me stand out in a secluded portion of
his property that was fenced on all four sides, thus preventing prying eyes from
witnessing my further degradation. By nightfall my panties had become a private
torture chamber. I began to experience chafing when I walked or made certain
movements. The remants of my urination had congealed into a salt-like substance
that reeked after a few hours in the hot sun and surrounded me for the rest of
the day as I moved around in his stiffling house, performing my "chores" as he
described them."
"Late that evening he took me out onto the beach and had me wade into
the ocean which gave me pause for a variety of reasons. I was partially
restrained both hand and foot; this made every step in the rushing water a
daunting experience. I began to fear that I would stumble and fall in the
darkness and be swept away to drown. He offered no feeling of security, standing
well behind me as I did my best to let the ocean wash away the stench that
emanated from my soiled panties. As we waked back to his house I began to shiver
from the night air blowing across my bare, soaked skin. I had goosebumps over
most of my body by the time we entered the house. He led me into a tiny bedroom
and told me that I was to sleep there on the floor with only a thin blanket to
ward off the chill air of the night, and under no circumstance leave before he
came to get me for my morning ritual. Somehow I drifted off to sleep but was
plagued by dreams of darkness, water and being wrapped like a mummy and placed
into a sarcophagus"
( To be continued)
