The Best Laid Plans

                                 The Best Laid Plans

                                       by

                                 Lex Ludite

                               Chapter 17

       Bart put on a show that was every bit as impressive as his predecessors. Not satisfied with the way his victim was presented, he decided to retie her so he didn't have to make the long walk around the fence, and at the same time he could make her bonds even more restrictive. Brandi was almost unconscious after the torments she had endured, and made little effort to resist as he once more bound the compliant teenager to the fence, her arms fully extended along the top railing and tied tightly at the wrists, elbows and biceps, the ropes sinking deep into her bruised flesh, bringing little gasps of pain from his victim. Her head lolled over the top of the fence, and a length of rope was cinched around her neck and tied to the rail to keep her head from moving too much while he sodomized her. It took some time and required the help of a couple of the teachers to pull Brandi's legs apart until she was in a split, the tendons in her shaking legs stretched to the limit. Ropes were double-looped around her ankles, knees and thighs and cinched as tightly as possible before being tied off to the middle railing supporting her spread legs. Bart stepped up to his helpless captive and made a few trial thrusts to check that he could easily penetrate into her rectum. It turned out that he needed to gain a few more inches in height to comfortably drill out Brandi's swollen anus. A few pieces of lumber were found that filled the bill. All was now in readiness for the fun to begin.

       Bart's date knelt before him and diligently applied herself to getting his cock sufficiently hard to begin penetrating Brandi's worn-out asshole. Her efforts were soon rewarded as Bart developed some major wood to the cheers of some of the onlookers. While all this was going on, Larry and Ralph were deep in conversation, their topic being the condition of the brutalized teenager.

       "I don't know about you, but I'm getting real nervous about what's going on here. These folks are getting way out of hand and I for one am getting ready to pull up stakes and take me and my animals the hell out of here." Larry's words did not fall on deaf ears.

       "I've been thinking the same thing my friend. That honey is done for the duration. It'll take her weeks to recover from this little weekend at my farm, and I'm not interested in holding the bag for a bunch of snot-nosed yuppies out for a good time at my expense. I'm of the opinion that we have to break this up right now or we are going to be in big trouble when it hits the fan. You watch these people while I go in the house and fetch my shotgun." Larry nodded and moved closer to where Brad was preparing to ass fuck Brandi Barnes.

       The girl who had sucked him, was now rolling a thick walled, ridged condom over Bart's stiff meat. As soon as she finished, he took out a tube of some kind of ointment or salve and carefully distributed it from the base to the tip of his sheathed cock. He grinned at the group of onlookers and announced that this little surprise was going to make Brandi wish she had never met any of them, let alone insulted their attempts to get to know her better. The last remark was greeted with laughter and knowing snickers. After making an exaggerated bow in the direction of his audience, Bart approached his victim, who acted as if she was completely oblivious to what was in store for her.

       He dealt the teenager a couple of vicious slaps across her welted ass to make her aware of his presence. Then he jabbed one of his fingers into her swollen anus, easily passing through the ring of over stretched muscle that was the only obstacle in his path to her rectum. She grunted, then moaned softly as he worked his finger in and out of her bottom hole. A second finger followed, and then a third joined the effort to make her rear entrance even more accessible. Now satisfied that she was situated properly for his initial thrust, he took a deep breath and lunged forward, skewering her asshole and at the same time grabbing her hips to stabilize himself as his hard cock, covered with the mystery material, began its plunge into her depths. His cock nearly disappeared between her swollen cheeks, touched bottom, and then began to make its way back from whence it came.

       Her scream was electrifying. Brandi's head tried to move up and back, but was restrained by the noose around her throat. The tendons in her neck stood out as her voice wavered and became even more high pitched. Whatever it was on Bart's condom was doing the job of making the teen believe that someone had set her asshole on fire from the inside. Everyone was so focused on what was happening to the girl that they failed to notice the return of their farmer-host, Ralph, carrying a camera and cradling a double barreled shotgun that was now aimed in the general direction of the group surrounding the tormented brunette who continued to shreik mindlessly as Bart moved his hard cock in and out of her spasming colon.

       "Show's over folks! Now I want everyone to back off and don't make any sudden moves. I've got two loads of rock salt here and you will not believe how much pain these little pellets can cause." Bart continued to brutally assault Brandi's rectum, completely oblivious to Ralph's presence. It was Larry who brought the teacher back to reality by whacking him soundly across the back of the head with the club he used to control his animals. It worked quite well in this situation as the teacher stumbled away from his victim, reaching for the spot that had just been struck. Now the only sound that could be heard was the sobbing of the battered school girl, still in pain from the fiendish ointment's effects.

       "Now that I've got your attention, let me tell you what happens next. As far as this little girl is concerned, her big day is over. However I want some evidence that will show that all of you folks were involved in what has happened here in the last couple of days. My partner, Larry, will be taking some pictures of you folks to show that we were all in this thing together. So I want everyone to get rid of their clothing and get ready to pose for the camera. Just remember that there are two loads of  rock salt in this shotgun and believe me, you don't want to be the first to get some of it in your private parts." With that he handed the camera to his companion and stood back so he could keep everyone in his sights as they stripped to the skin and piled their clothing in a heap by the fence.

       He posed the teachers surrounding Brandi, making Janet hold the teen's head up by the hair. He made sure that everyone appeared happy and smiling before he nodded to Larry to take the picture. He then had their dates take a turn standing by Brandi, who by now was comatose. He posed a pair of teachers holding Brandi's welted cheeks wide as Bart's cock was mere inches from penetrating her swollen asshole. There were a few shots of the teachers and their dates doing the nasty in a variety of creative positions, everyone smiling and appearing to be having a high old time. Satisfied that there was sufficient visual evidence to tie the teachers to what had occurred at the farm, he announced that he would hold the drivers licenses of all his visitors except for the two that would be driving the vans back to the city.

       Then he dropped the hammer on Janet, adding that she would be staying with them for safe keeping until he heard from Brandi's parents that she was once more back with them. There were shocked cries and even muttered threats from the group when they heard this bombshell. Undeterred, he announced that tomorrow evening he expected to have a visit from one of the teachers, he picked Alvin, who would receive all the remaining drivers licenses as well as Janet, thus concluding their arrangement. He naturally would be holding the photos in a safe place to avoid any shenanigans on the part of the teachers.

       It took a little more than an hour for the group to get their belongings gathered up and stored in the vans. By the time they were ready to leave, Janet was hanging by her bound wrists from the very same location as where Brandi had spent her first night at the farm. She was naked as the day she was born and Larry had already put the first of what would prove to be many layers of welts across her pert breasts and was preparing to lay the leather to her freshly dry-shaved cunt. This was the last view their visitors had of the farm as the two vans made their way on the twisting narrow road that ultimately led to the highway and the city.

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       Vladimir congratulated himself on the way he had avoided traffic; the earlier than planned arrival of Neilson's yacht being responsible for the ease with which he navigated towards the Barnes residence. He began to wonder if perhaps he might have sufficient time available to reacquaint himself with Randi's bruised and sunburned body. Despite the wear and tear she had accumulated on the brief trip over the weekend, she still was a most attractive captive, one that would in all likelihood provide Valdimir and his wife with countless enjoyable hours as they trained this masochistic woman for a new life as their personal slave. The prospect of getting his hands on her daughter as well, was more than he could have dreamed of achieving. As he saw it, life was good, very very good indeed.

       Things changed somewhat when Vladimir arrived at his destination to find a nondescript van parked in the driveway. He drove by Randi's house and parked some distance away, being very careful not to expose himself to prying eyes that might be looking from the scattered homes occupying this area. He had not expected to find something that obviously did not belong in this neighborhood, let alone parked in the driveway of the Barnes residence. As he cautiously approached the home, he wondered if perhaps he might be interrupting a burglary. The sight of a home security sign displayed prominently in the front area of the house convinced him that this was not the case. Then it dawned on him that this must belong to the teachers who had taken Randi's daughter somewhere for some type of disciplining session. He racked his brain before coming up with the name of one of them that Randi had identified as the ring leader. Fortified with this knowledge he took a deep breath and approached the van. When he was a few paces away from the cab, the side door opened and he was confronted by two young men.

       "I'm a friend of the Barnes family and I've come to take their daughter to my home where her mother is staying with us for the evening, recovering from a slight accident she had while on board the company president's yacht. Is one of you Bart Jepson? Mrs. Barnes said that he was in charge of Brandi while they were away."  The body language of the two told Vladimir to be very careful; obviously they were quite uncomfortable about something having to do with the teenager. He wondered just how much punishment the girl might have taken over the weekend. He decided to take a chance and use this as a way to deflect any questioning that he might receive.

       "I presume little Brandi is in one piece, perhaps a bit frayed in spots, but able to travel. I don't have all night , now point me in the proper direction so I can pick up what's left of the little tramp." Vladimir had read the pair correctly; they were no threat as far as he was concerned. He had guessed that revealing the fact that he knew what had been going on, and wasn't too interested in knowing any of the gory details was the right perscription for defusing a confrontation. To close the loop  he decided to share a few tidbits about Randi that these folks probably didn't know.

       "It seems that your little friend takes after her mother; who soaks up pain like a sponge. You should have seen Randi after we got done with her this weekend. The funny part is that she's waiting impatiently for a few of us to get started on her all over again. So I'd appreciate it if you would lead me to the kid so I can pack her up and be on my way. Oh, by the way, depending on her physical condition, it may be some time before she's back in school. Her mother will probably call the school tomorrow."

       The smiles of relief that crossed the teachers' faces were proof positive that they were taken in by what he'd said. They then informed him that the farmer that had hosted the group was expecting to hear from the teen's parents that they had the girl with them and that everything was fine as far as they were concerned. Vladimir took down the phone number for Ralph and assured the teachers that the farmer would be contacted early tomorrow, probably by Mrs. Barnes. He followed them into the house and up to a second floor bedroom, where sprawled on the bed was a stark naked Brandi Barnes. The teenager was comatose, slow to respond to his touch. He was a bit surprised at the condition of her body, covered with welts, cuts, bruises and burns. Her cunt looked like a piece of raw meat and was oozing some kind of nasty looking fluid from between the swollen lips. He couldn't help but also notice that the teenager had a fabulous figure, albeit one that had been through a wringer of sorts. To make them more at ease he chuckled and remarked that she looked almost as beat up as her mother. He ordered them to bring her down to the foyer while he went to bring his car into the driveway and provide a canvas bag body bag in which to transport her.

       The teachers were so relieved at getting rid of the teen that they dumped the bag containing her into the trunk and left without even so much as an arched eyebrow over the other canvas bag that also occupied the trunk. Vladimir made no mention of it either, not daring to push his luck on the issue. As he pulled out of the driveway, unblocking it so that the teachers' van could leave as well, he heaved a sigh of relief and pointed the car in the direction of his home. He thanked his lucky stars that none of the well spaced homes on either side of the Barnes residence seemed to be occupied at this time.

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       Margaret Baugh continued her tale of torment and degradation as her young protogee and Jon listened intently. "I was famished and so it did not take me long to finish my meager repast despite the obstacle of being unable to use my hands. I had to stay there on the floor like some animal while my captor and his companion ate in a more leisurely and civilized fashion, occasionally exchanging comments on a variety of matters, but nothing remotely associated with my subservient existence as his slave. I could not help but wonder what lie in store for me once they finished their meal. Would I be taken out to the beach to be once again terrified to my limits by being exposed to the violent, uncontrolled elements such as the wind and the waves? Would I be perhaps spared this torment by the presence of the woman who obviously was going to spend the night with him? Then again woud he take this opportunty to humiliate and terrify me further in her presence, to show his total power over me. I gave up speculating and remained as inobtrusive as possible, hoping against hope that they would ignore me and go about whatever business was planned for the rest of the evening."

       "I nearly burst into tears when I heard him say to Bella that while he took me for my run in the surf, she should clear the table but leave the dishes for me to do in the morning. At least I would be spared the added humiliation of being seen by this woman as he reduced me to the lowest rung on the social scale. Not only was I hobbled, he fitted a leather collar around my neck to which he attached a long length of small linked chain. He made a joke about not wanting to lose me in the pounding surf tonight. I was to the point that I actually accepted and appreciated this small evidence of some concern for my ultimate well being. I would not die in the ocean this evening, that is what he was telling me. Unfortunately I did not ask what would be the cost of this small mercy that he was showing me. I would find out soon enough."

       "The moment we were outside, I realized two things; the wind was much stronger than last night and instead of blowing into my face, it was now coming across my body. It was much more difficult to make progress as the high  wind buffeted me away from the path that would lead us to the edge of the shore. I also noticed that it was much cooler than last night, evidence of a change occurring in the summer weather pattern that I'd enjoyed for the past three months. By the time we approached the shore I was covered in goose bumps from the chill night air. Then the nightmare began, one that I soon came to believe would never end."

       "The moment he forced me into the surf I felt myself being pushed sideways and immediately I fell face forward into the frothing waves that were breaking over the sand. As the raging water dragged me across the wave front I realized why he had me on a leash like I was some type of animal. Then I swallowed a goodly amount of sea water and struggled frantically to regain my feet to avoid drowning in less than two feet of water. It took nearly all my energy to get to my knees and hold that position as I was blasted by the wind and crashing waves that were cresting a few yards from where I knelt. He began dragging me by the neck from the surf. Soon I was lying on the sand trying to regain my composure. He stood over me and waited until I calmed down somewhat. Then he ordered me to go back into the water. I could not believe my ears, but the vicious poke in the back that followed convinced me that my nightmare was just beginning."

       "Over and over I tottered and fell in the raging torrent of water that grew more intense with time as the tide came in. Over and over I was dragged, gasping for air, from the violent waves to catch my breath and recover sufficiently to be once more driven into the maelstrom that surrounded me. My strength began to fail and I feared for my safety. Twice I actually lost consciousness and went under thinking that I was about to die. My second near death experience shattered my will to survive and I knew that only he had the power to keep me from dying and being washed out into the ocean. I remember kneeling before him and begging for my life. I distinctly remember telling him that I would do anything to avoid dying in this place.

       It was then that he yanked me to my feet by the chain and brought my face close to his so I could hear his words. "I will let you live, but I will also hold you to the words you just spoke. Now I want to hear them once more so we both know what was said." I shuddered and fearing for my life, uttered those damning words as he nodded to show me that he had indeed heard each one."

                               ( To be continued )