The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 15
Brandi offered no resistance when they released her from the stakes and
retied her to the fence, her arms and legs extended to their limit along the top
and middle rails. Jason had paced off the regulation distance between the
pitcher's mound and home plate, which in this case was Brandi's crotch. To
protect her face and skull from errant pitches, they placed a canvas feedbag
over her head. This served a dual purpose since it prevented her from seeing
when the ball was thrown and thus trying to dodge, if at all possible. To make
thing more interesting they paced off a second much shorter distance that their
dates could use if they wanted to join in the fun; there were only two takers,
one being Janet's date.
Since this was Alvin's idea, he was allowed to take the first turn,
three pitches as hard as he could hurl them. It was considered dirty pool to
throw balls at her arms and legs, there being a much better chance of breaking a
bone if a pitch did strike the target. Janet remained confined to the fence and
she filled the air with some very creative language, part of it in French.
Alvin took his stance, wound up and let fly. As luck would have it, his
first pitch struck Brandi right between her swollen breasts, bringing a shout of
approval and some clapping from the teachers. One of the ladies rolled the ball
back towards him and he delivered another pitch, this time it glanced off the
feedbag. Brandi's naked body got stiff with fear after the ball struck the
canvas. His final toss was low and away, completely missing her body. He took
some good natured ribbing, but was obviously pleased over the fact that he had
at least set some standard for the rest of them to meet or exceed.
William, the science teacher, lived up to his reputation as an
uncoordinated egghead by missing Brandi completely with two of his three
offerings and barely grazing her upper body with the other. Bart proved to be no
stereotypical art major. His first pitch drilled Brandi in the upper thigh,
inches away from her cunt. His second pitch was dead center, sinking into her
cunt mouth with a sickening splat of a sound and bringing a strangled gasp from
the helpless teen. His final toss struck her in the belly causing her entire
body to twitch in pain. His peers bowed to his athletic prowess.
Before Jason finished the first rotation, the two women were given their
turns. Between the pair they scored three hits on their captive, none
sufficiently hard to cause any physical damage, but each ball made Brandi
shudder and strain against her bonds when she was struck. Jason gave her no
quarter, beaning her with the first two pitches, the second one as fast a pitch
as the group had seen. It frightened Brandi to the point that she pissed
involuntarily when her canvas blindfold was struck the second time. His final
pitch struck her high up on her left breast, and brought cheers from his
audience. Once more the two women took a turn and failed to match their previous
effort, each landing on target only once, on Brandi's shoulder and rib cage.
Before starting the second rotation, the teachers took care of an
oversight, namely forgetting to tie up the teen's hangers. This time her tits
were individually noosed, then pulled sideways and anchored to the rail. This
way those big bags were extended beyond her torso, expanding their target. Alvin
and William got plenty of coaching as they took their turns, and some of it paid
off. Brandi's tits took a couple of direct hits, and two of the misses struck
home, one squarely nailing her rib cage, while another wild pitch found her
belly. The ladies got bored with missing the teen, so they dropped out, leaving
her at the mercy of the male teachers.
Bart wasted no time nailing the target with all three of his pitches,
each one landing in that furrow between her parted legs. He got a round of
applause and when he asked if he would get a prize for making three hits in a
row one of the ladies suggested he bury the bone in the swollen target, if it
hadn't closed up from the vicious hits he'd delivered. Jason's turn was a winner
as well. He started off by placing the first ball dead center into her breast
bone. The sound it made suggested that perhaps he'd cracked the bone, and there
were some worried looks from a few of the onlookers. Then he went back upstairs
and beaned her once again, his pitch landing solidly and bringing a muffled
scream from the teen. His last pitch buried itself deep into her swollen cleft,
landing with a sharp splattering sound, and causing a shower of some type of
fluid to fly from her pubic mound.
For laughs the men allowed William and Alvin to get closer and gave them
three throws each from about thirty feet. At this distance it was a mismatch, or
as one put it, a turkey shoot. Three hit home on her swollen tits and two others
found her crotch. The final toss that struck her crotch remained embedded in her
pubic mound and brought a roar of approval from the group. William, who had made
the lucky hit, took a mock bow for his efforts. Thus target practice ended and a
discussion ensued concerning what was to be the next item on the agenda.
William and his partner, Alvin, stuck to their guns concerning taking
another run at raping Brandi. Their arguments were so persuasive that Bart
decided to join in on the fun. Then to add a bit of spice to the event, Janet's
date asked to join the party so she could stir up whatever was inside that swamp
of a cunt with her trusty dildo. The male teachers looked shocked, suddenly
realizing that Janet wasn't as dominating as she seemed. The look on the French
teacher's face indicated that there would be some words between her and her date
before the day was over, and the men could hardly wait. As Bart put it, "Who
knows, maybe there can be a cat fight two before we head back today." There were
whoops of laughter at his remark, but it was clear that such an event would draw
quite a crowd if it happened.
Ralph was only too glad to supply the gang with some of his special
horse liniment, and shortly after, the final gang rape of Brandi began. William
got to lead off since it was his idea, the second time today he had come up with
one. They didn't even have to retie Brandi, her body was almost perfectly
positioned for a good old fashioned rape party with her as the "rapee", if there
be such a word. Jason did insist that the feedbag be removed from her head so
she could see what was in store for her. There were a number of gasps when her
swollen face came into view. Those bean balls that she'd taken had done some
damage to her face after all, but nothing of a permanent nature. William stepped
up to the fence, positioned his double sheathed cock at the entrance to her
swollen cunt and plunged into it, bringing a scream of pure agony from his
victim as his dick carried the liniment deep into her sore channel.
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Claire disappeared from view, leaving Randi to cope with whatever
feelings had been stirred up inside her by the shouts she had just heard. "It
couldn't be true! They were just playing a trick on her to add to her misery.
That must be it, this is just a trick!" Her thoughts changed every few seconds
as she strained to make out what was being said and by whom. Now there were more
people approaching and she recognized Karl Neilson's voice yelling to the crew
to get the yacht turned round so they could search for Brad. "He may have been
thrown loose when the frame hit the water, he may be hurt. The faster we get
back to where this happened, the better his chances are!" Strangely enough these
words offered some hope and Randi grasped them for all she was worth.
It took many long minutes before the yacht began to make a large circle,
fighting through the cross wind that acted to pull it off course despite the
power being generated by the twin diesel engines. Soon everyone was on deck,
searching the waters for any sign that Brad Barnes had survived the fall into
the ocean. No one paid any attention to his wife, who was giving in to the
feeling of panic that gripped her. The search lasted for nearly a half hour,
before it became apparent that there was no way he could have lasted this long
in the choppy water. Only then did anyone remember that Randi was still broiling
under the fierce sun and someone had to tell her that she had just lost her
husband.
Karl and Vladimir broke the bad news to her and Randi became hysterical,
screaming that it was their fault that this tragedy had occurred, and
threatening to turn them into the authorities as soon as the yacht docked. That
proved to be a very bad mistake. Vladimir, always the man of action as well as
being a good company man, grabbed the sobbing woman by her hair and yanked hard,
nearly dislocating her neck. "Now listen you piece of garbage, we are all in
this together, you're no different! Keep talking this way and you'll join your
dear departed husband as fish food. There will be nearly a dozen witnesses that
will swear he fell overboard and you jumped in after him in a vain attempt to
save him. All it will take is a few lengths of chain locked around your waist
and attached to a hundred pounds of ballast, and over the side you'll go to sink
to the bottom, never to be found." To emphasize what he had just said he cracked
Randi across the face not once, but a number of times, making her head bounce
from side to side. At this point Karl interceded and ordered her to be freed and
taken down to his private cabin.
Later he and Vladimir held a council of war to decide what to do with
Randi Barnes. The woman would not make a good witness one way or the other in
view of her hysterical threats and the physical condition she was in. Despite
what she might say, whether it be good or bad, her physical condition would
cause suspicion that whatever happened on the yacht was a bit out of the
ordinary to put it mildly. This left them with only a limited set of options,
one being what Vladimir had threatened to do while they were on deck, another to
manage somehow to get her off the yacht before the authorities had a chance to
interview her, and the final one which was to not report Brad's accident and
somehow keep Randi from revealing it to anyone.
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Helene's eyes had gotten bigger and bigger as Margaret Baugh continued
her tale of being held captive by this sullen brute of a man. She had suppressed
a variety of questions to date, and once more she bit her tongue rather than
interrupt the flow of this amazing story. Once again she toyed with Jon's
genitals; this time bringing him to the verge of losing control, but somehow not
providing that last tiny push that would have sent him over the falls. Margaret
took a deep breath and continued her account.
"My submersion in the sink filled with water did not slake my thirst by
any measure. What amount I swallowed came up with some bile when at last he
allowed me the luxury of drawing breath once more. I spent the remainder of the
day in a fog, partially caused by my hunger and the thirst that was beginning to
dominate my every waking moment. That evening I was once more marched out to the
pounding surf, this time not even being allowed anything to cover my naked body.
To make matters worse I was restained both hand and foot; the hobble only
letting me take small steps and not allowing much freedom of movement. The
combination of the high wind and the surf gave me pause when he pushed me toward
the frothing water.I truly feared that if I fell I would be pulled out to the
ocean never to be seen again. I balked at the water's edge and received a
vicious blow to my back, so hard that I was unable to draw breath. Then his
powerful hand shoved me forward, so hard that I nearly lost my balance and fell
into the surging water."
"My fear of being sucked out to sea overcame my fear of him and so I
tried to get back to shore. He easily blocked my way and once more he struck me,
this time a glancing blow that grazed my shoulder, turning me back toward the
surf.Then he pushed me so hard that I stumbled and splashed into the hissing
surf and panicked. For a time I had no sense of direction, all I knew was that I
had to get to my feet and flee back to the sand. My fear had made me nearly
blind to the obvious and so I managed somehow to go further into the water that
began to suck the heat from my bare body and cause me to become even more
frightened. Then a wave hit me unexpectedly and I went down, gulping down a
goodly amount of tepid salt water that I immediately vomited up as I fought to
the surface and tried to get my bearings. I could hear him laughing
uproariously, and guided by this beacon I found my way back to the safety of the
sand. I shook uncontrollably upon exiting the water, then fell to my knees,
giving thanks in a way that my life had been spared."
"He said not a word, merely watching me grovel, a woman being slowly
broken to his sardonic will. I was afraid of this dour person who seemed to know
exactly how to break down all those shields that I had painstakingly erected
over the years. That evening, on that beach, I experienced fully what being
naked and vulnerable truly meant. It was something primal, perhaps even alien in
nature to be so frighterned and so unable to protect myself against the
elements, let alone someone who continually demonstrated ill will toward me. I
followed him back to the house shivering and in a daze from being so exposed
both physically and psychologically."
"That evening I slept in my restraints, the thin blanket offering little
protection from the chills and shaking fits that kept me sleepless for most of
the night. It was he who aroused me from my fitful slumbers. I moved like an
automaton to the bathroom for my morning ablutions,such as they were. I was only
able to squeeze a few drops of very dark urine from my bladder; I was now into
the third full day without some much as a sip of water. I was parched and
realized that the corners of my mouth were beginning to crack, probably the
result of lack of water and exposure to the elements, especially the salt."
"I went over the edge of the tub for my morning humiliation and suffered
the pangs induced by his uncaring method of adminstering the enema. My rectal
opening was beginning to give me some pain since he never bothered to lubricate
the nozzle that he seemed to enjoy ramming into me as hard as he was able. This
morning I took an especially large enema, he refilled the bag partway through,
announcing that he wanted to be sure that I was thoroughly cleansed for today's
activities. My blood ran cold at his words. What fiendish toment was in store
for me? I could only wait for it to occur, another torture in itself."
"My routine changed somewhat this morning as he had me stand outside in
that walled off area by his house. I was naked and restrained, but thankfully he
had chosen not to gag me, warning that any attempt on my part to call attention
to myself woud be swiftly dealt with. I did not even want to contemplate what
type of punishment he would mete out to me in this event. I don't know how long
I stood out in the bright morning sun, but my unquenched thirst began to utterly
consume me and I wondered how long it would take before the lack of water began
to have serious, overt effects on my physical and mental well being."
"My musings were interrupted by the arrival of my "master", accompanied
by a heavy set woman of indeterminate age. She wore a wide brimmed hat that
shielded her face and head from the sun and a pair of dark sunglasses hid her
eyes from view. She was wearing a loose fitting white garment that effectively
disguised her figure. "This is Bella, she's going to be taking care of you while
I do some business on the other side of the island. Obey her as if she was me.
Bella will give you something to drink once you've finished cleaning the house
and taking care of the dishes. Make sure that my bed is made up completely with
fresh sheets since Bella will be spending the night with me." I have no idea why
I was offended by the realization that she was more to him than just a person to
keep watch over me. Perhaps it was her exalted position as someone that he would
allow to sleep in his bed; in contrast to the bare floor and thin blanket that
were my lot in life. In truth, his bed represented a status greatly beyond my
current position in his house."
"I took me a minute or two before I understood why she was staring at me
so intently. I was naked; it had not taken him long to reduce me to a lower
status that I was now subconsciously accepting. Only at night when I shivered
beneath my thin blanket did I even consider clothing, and then only as a means
of protection from the environment, rather than a symbol of my position in
society. Our eyes met and she smirked; it was evident that she knew more about
me than I did about her. I tried to dredge up any memory I might have had
concerning her. Had we met at sometime on the island? Did she know who I was? I
drew a blank. She crooked her finger and turned, expecting me to follow her into
the house, which I did like the obedient slave I was becoming."
"I enjoyed the partial freedom associated with having my hands free,
even if just so I could become a drudge working to clean up his squalid
surroundings. When I moved into the kitchen to begin my chores, Bella opened
the refrigerator to show me a large container filled with some rather cloudy
water. "I'm to give you as much as you can hold once youre done in here." I
could hardly believe my ears, water at last! I was galvanized into a flurry of
activity that brought an amused smile to Bella's face."
"Without her hat and sunglasses I could now get a better idea of her
age, which I guessed to be mid to late forties. Her black hair had some traces
of gray hiding in certain spots, a sign of the onset of another phase in her
life. I wondered if she had any hopes about becoming his wife. That was the
first time I had thought of my jailer as a person. "How strange?" I thought to
myself."
"The last dish had been dried and put away and the last pot had been
scrubbed to a shiny finish and hung properly by the cabinet. I made one final
tour of the little kitchen to make sure that everything was as it should be.
When I was satisfied I stood almost at attention and waited for Bella to make
her rounds as well. She took her time and for a moment or two I thought my work
had not passed muster, but at last she looked towards me and nodded her head. My
while body began to shake as I was on the verge of being able to drink as much
water as I wished. Bella opened the refrigerator and pulled the container from
its depths. I realized that I was expected to drink from the container, as befit
my current drudge-like status. I raised the container to my lips and inhaled the
coolness before gulping down the first swallow that filled my mouth."
"It was elixer of the gods, or so I thought as I swallowed one mouthful
after another, hardly taking a breath between them. I had always considered
water to be tasteless, a sign of purity so I'd been told. This water had some
character to it, and I savored the cool trace of saltiness, and another taste
that made me think of the earth, rich and fertile. I have no idea how long I
stood there draining the container of its contents. Then the first sharp,
cramping pain struck; I instantly knew that I had gone beyond good sense,
maddened by the implacable thirst that had been with me every moment for nearly
two days and nights. This, coupled with the water's coldness had conspired to
give me a degree of punishment for my total lack of discipline. Even now he had
defeated me. I remember clearly his words about letting me have as much as I
could drink. He knew that my self discipline was ebbing and had acted
accordingly, taking me another step lower in his estimate as well as my own."
"A brief moment later I began to spew up the water from my roiling guts.
It splashed onto the freshly mopped floor and splattered in every possible
direction. I doubled over and continued to vomit massive amounts of water from
my mouth as Bella stepped back to shield herself from this terrible bombardment.
I was in pain and at the same time suffering the agony of humiliation. I had
lost all control of myself and was exhibiting my failure in front of a virtual
stranger. "Was there any way that I could be brought lower?" I thought to myself
between gasps for air and further erruptions from my sore belly. I would shortly
discover that I had not come even close to plumbing the depths to which I would
sink over the next few days."
( To be continued)
