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The Best Laid Plans
By
Lex Ludite
Chapter 18
The weather had changed dramatically, the temperature dropping rapidly. Ralph was putting the finishing touches to Janet's naked body, using a tree limb to flatten her smallish tits as she rotated one way and then the other, giving him plenty of flesh to work on. Larry had gone to check on his animals that had started baying a few minutes ago as they sensed the approach of a storm. He had jammed the butt end of the whip he had been using on the teacher's back and buttocks up into her vagina, bringing a grunt of pain from her split lips. She had mouthed off to them earlier and had paid the price, a vicious beating with their gloved fists. Her eyes were swollen shut and there was still a trickle of blood flowing from her nose, which appeared to be out of joint, but not broken. She would need some substantial dental work to save the teeth that had been loosened or broken from the repeated punches her now swollen jaw had taken.
Larry returned and yanked the whip free from its holding place and started in on Janet's rib cage, slashing and slicing the thin layer of skin stretched over the woman's ribs. Ralph got inspired by the renewed assault Larry was carrying out on the slim teacher. He picked up the pace and started ripping away at her hairy cunt mouth, the tree limb doing some terrible damage to her labia and bringing shrill screams of agony whenever it struck in the vicinity of her swollen clitoris. He had taken a binder clip and attached the powerful jaws to her sexual hot button before they started in on her for the second time as the result of her curses and threats to have them arrested.
If there was anything that made people like Larry and Ralph upset and angry, it was threats involving the authorities. So they set out to convince her of the error of her ways. It didn't help Janet's cause when after they had nearly broken her face with their fists, Ralph suggested that perhaps they might weight her body and drop it into the quarry the next morning once they finished raping and torturing her. He assured her that she'd be alive and conscious when she hit the water so that she could enjoy her high dive. It was then that Janet lost control of her bladder.
The two men began to flag in their efforts to beat Janet to death, at least that's what it felt to the language teacher. It was getting quite cool and Larry was worrying about getting a chill from the way that the wind was blowing over his sweating body. They took a break and surveyed the damage to their captive. There were very few areas that weren't torn and bleeding. The whip had turned the woman's back and buttocks into a sea of crimson, deep welts and breaks in the skin down to the meat were abundant. Larry knew that by morning Janet would be in shock from the results of her beatings. Still he argued strenuously for leaving her hanging out in the elements all night. Ralph was more practical; he planned to rape the teacher a few times before he went to bed tonight and didn't want to be standing out in the wind, naked below the waist, in order to tear off a piece of ass. His argument proved the more reasonable, and so a reluctant Larry assisted him in taking the battered, semi-conscious woman down and dragging her naked body into the farmhouse.
They tied the teacher to a chair in such a way that it was difficult for her to get a deep breath.Her naked body was pulled into a straining arc, her legs pulled beneath the seat of the chair and then anchored to her bound wrists. Another rope had been cinched around her belly and pulled tight until it disappeared into her flesh. The ends of the rope were drawn down to split her cunt lips and then jerked up to run between her bleeding ass cheeks before being tied off to the ropes pulling her upper arms together. A final loop of rope was wrapped tightly around her chest, eating into her crepe shaped tits, and cinched tightly to hold her body against the rough wooden chair.
The farmer broke out a bottle of the good stuff and the two men toasted the end of a fairly decent day. All Janet could do was moan from the pain of her wounds and the tightness of the bonds holding her helpless. It was Larry who got the bright idea of giving the teacher something to drink. Ralph was irritated that his companion should be cutting the bitch some slack after the pain in the ass she had been for the entire weekend. When Larry grinned and fished a bottle of detergent from the counter top, Ralph got the joke and laughed.
Janet was too weak to put up much of a struggle and it was easy to force the bottle between her cracked and blistered lips. To make her begin drinking the detergent, they twisted her nipples and then threatened to cut them off if she didn't start swallowing. Janet gave up when Larry pulled out his hunting knife and yanked one of her nipples out from her chest, getting ready to slice it from her breast. The battered and bruised teacher began to gulp down the pungent, slightly acidic liquid. After a few big gulps, up it came to the delight of her captors. It took the better part of fifteen minutes for her to swallow and vomit back up the contents of the bottle of detergent, spraying it all over her straining body. The men had another drink and began discussing her fate as she continued to retch and heave her guts out.
Ralph surprised his companion when he broached the matter of possibly keeping her as his personal sex slave and all round drudge. Larry didn't think much of the idea and argued that he would be risking all sorts of criminal charges if she ever escaped or her fellow teachers reported him to the police. The farmer admitted that there was some truth to what had been said, but claimed that he was getting tired of living like a hermit, especially one without any female companionship. Although their captive wasn't what you would call a looker, and had a mean streak to boot, there was something about her that intrigued him to the point that he just might take the risk of keeping her around the farm. Then he joked that she might like the fresh air, his big cock and the opportunity to torment other smart mouths that might be needing the kind of attitude adjustment that Brandi Barnes had just undergone.
Out of the corner of his eye Ralph noticed that Janet wa paying close attention to their conversation when she wasn't upchucking. He gave his partner in crime a tight lipped smile and suggested that they eat and call it a night, unless he was interested in seeing how tight Janet's cunt or asshole was. Larry passed on the offer, as Ralph thought he would. However Janet was not going to avoid having her holes reamed out good and proper after dinner, that was for sure. He knew that within a day the teachers would be back to pick up their IDs and his guest. He wondered what he'd tell them when they showed up.
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Vladimir Paltz had no trouble getting Randi and Brandi Barnes admitted to the very private hospital with which he was associated. It proved to be an easy matter once it was discovered by the bean counters that Mrs. Barnes had medical coverage that also took care of her daughter. From there it was a simple task to dream up a medical condition or accident that would take care of any questions by the insurance carrier. Initially the biggest bottle neck the staff had to overcome was the refusal of Randi Barnes to give them any personal information such as her medical coverage.
Despite her very serious condition after the ordeal on the yacht, the newly widowed masochist strenuously resisted their first attempts to get the information they required before she could be properly admitted. Without the knowledge of the hospital managers, who did not have the need to know, Mrs. Barnes was secretly moved to a facility located in the subbasement that was kept securely locked and away from prying eyes. As it turned out, she and her daughter would be spending a considerable amount of time in this area being rehabilitated and reprogrammed. Randi's first taste of what this place could deliver in the wayof excruciating pain got her attention, but she endured another couple of hours of rather brutal, but carefully monitored torture, before she literally coughed up the information that they needed to process her into the hospital.
The team working on her quickly established that she was suffering from dehydration, severe sunburn and her anus had some moderate tearing, probably caused by the forced entrance of some type of blunt object. Except for the blunt object, their diagnosis was correct. After securely restraining her with straps to the examination table, a speculum was inserted into her damaged anus and widened until the fissures were reopened and bleeding. Randi Barnes screamed herself hoarse when methyl chloride was sprayed over the bleeding area. The woman remained uncooperative, much to the delight of the team. The speculum was widened further and another methyl chloride application was given to the affected area, causing her to pass out.
Randi was brought around with smelling salts to discover she had been turned over onto her back and still remained restrained. She struggled, but was too dehydrated from her exposure to the cruel heat of the sun to prevent the plastic tubing from being threaded down her throat and into her stomach. The tubing was connected to a water tap and water began to fill her stomach. This was one of those win-win situations that always made the team proud. It was a slow and decidedly painful process that the sunburned woman endured. Gradually her stomach began to round and then bulge from the growing volume of water now being accommodated within her belly. The water was accomplishing two objecives, rehydrating her and providing a very good reason why she should cooperate and answer their questions about medical insurance.
After Randi looked like she was in her fifth month of pregnancy, they stopped the flow and asked her to give them the information they needed. She remained uncooperative and so the flow was restarted and her belly allowed to grow another few inches in girth. They gave her time to accustom herself to the pressure from her bloated belly,but did not interrogate her this time. Now she got short bursts of water as the tap was opened full for seconds and then shut so she could handle the extra volume that flooded her distended stomach now beginning to compete with her lungs for space.
Randi's breathing became constricted as her lungs slowly lost the battle with her ever growing stomach. She now looked to be almost due to deliver twins. Her stretched, sunburned skin was actually starting to crack in a few spots, adding to her pain load. Randi's struggles to break free of the heavy leather straps holding her down to the table intensified, a sure sign that she was at her limit. The tubing was yanked from her throat and seconds later she began spewing a geyser of water from her overfilled belly. They stood back and watched dispassionately as she continued to vomit up water by the pint. Soon her stomach muscles began to weaken from the effort she was putting into ridding her stomach of its contents.
The team leader looked down at Randi and remarked that he didn't have time to fool with her this morning. The team was ordered to continue with the therapy and he'd be back in an hour or so to check on her progress. Randi realized just how precarious her situation was when she heard them discussing the next treatment, which they described as the pit stop, her belly being filled to its limit as quickly as possible. She made three pit stops before the one in charge returned and inquired as to her willingness to cooperate.
Randi was too engrossed in vomiting to hear his voice at first. It was almost impossible to draw breath and she was genuinely in fear for her life at this point. So between her convulsions to eliminate more of the water from her bloated belly, she nodded her head violently in an attempt to convince her captors that she was ready to do as they wished. He smirked and commented that with her stubborness she'd be spending plenty of time with him and his team before she was ever released from the hospital. Part of Randi was excited about the prospect of matching her masochistic streak against this sadistic staff member.
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The expression on the chiseled features of Helene Corday darkened as Margaret continued with her tale of dominance and submission. Margaret could understand the ambivalent feelings that were coursing through her protogee's mind as she learned first hand about her fall from grace. That was always the trouble with the truth, often it hurt more than it helped, this situation being a classic example. She took a deep breath and resolved to continue with this expose', wondering if Helene would ever forgive her for this terrible weakness she had displayed. Then there was the matter of Jon, her nephew and slave for all these years until Helene had boldly taken him from her as a sign of her strength and dominance. How would he respond to this revelation and the role he unwittingly played in it. For him, the worst was yet to come, for she knew all of what had taken place at her summer house while she spent that horrible week experiencing the life of a slave.
"My words were a noose around my neck, and he made the most of it. Immediately upon our arrival back at his house he marched me into the bedroom where Bella, naked except for a pair of underpants that were more functional than enticing, waited for her lover to return. He ordered me to my knees and bade the woman to watch that I did not move while he prepared himself for bed. I could hear the sound of the shower running; it surprised me that this brute would pay any attention to his personal hygiene under any conditions. Bella must have read my mind because she smiled curtly and observed that when it came to having sex, he was quite fastidious. Soon I was to discover what that truly met."
"Minutes later he padded into the bedroom, and once he came into my field of view I could see he was naked. I turned my head away and received a cuffing for this breach of decorum. Bella sniggered at my humiliation. He warned me to keep my eyes on the bed at all time so I might learn something about how normal people had sex. I did as ordered and watched Bella slip off her underwear to reveal a thick patch of dark pubic hair that made a path up to her navel. He joined her on the bed and grunted as she took his penis, which was still flaccid, and began fellatio, sucking noisily on the head of his organ which was already beginning to harden. He glanced over toward me to make sure that I was paying close attention to what was occurring on the bed. He gave me a wolfish grin and put his hand on Bella's head to control the rhythm of her oral stimulation."
"I must confess that what I witnessed between these two was nothing new, having once been involved myself in a brief affair; a young female on the verge of womanhood and a much older male partner seeking to recapture his lost youth. He and Bella went at it with animal ferocity, one then the other taking the prime role as I watched and listened to their harsh breathing and the counterpoint of the creaking bedsprings. It was quite obvious that this pair had performed this violent dance many times as partners, moving from one position to another and displaying a smoothness to their motions that belied their less than perfect bodies. At last he assumed the male superior position and pounded his seed into her yielding body as she gasped and urged him to give her his all. Now the only sound breaking the quiet of the room was their mutual panting. By this point I had grown a bit more comfortable with my situation. They had ignored me totally up until this moment. That is what made what happened next so shocking and utterly devasting."
"He rolled over on his side so he could look me square in the face. I could immediately tell by the way his eyes seemed to dance and the little smile that now crossed his dour countenance that there still remained a role for me in this erotic coupling between the two. I took a quick glance towards Bella and her body language as well as the expression on her face confirmed my worst fears. At first when he spoke, I refused to believe my ears. Then it sank into my consciousness, and the first thing to come to mind was my promise given to him this night out by the roaring ocean."
"His exact words were gross and blunt, not worthy of being repeated here. I was expected to perform cunnilingus on his partner, focusing on removing his sperm from her vagina. My stunned silence caused his face to darken and I feared that he was about to physically assault me. He moved so that no more than a few inches separated our faces and threatened to have his son bring Jon here so he could perform in my place. I was trapped, damned by my own words, uttered twice in his presence. I took a deep breath and crawled onto the bed, his barking laugh mocking me."
"Being restrained asI was, it required the assistance of Bella to get me into the proper position for my degrading task. She displayed no emotion as I busied myself between her legs, my face buried in that thick patch of pubic hair guarding the place where his sperm lurked. It proved somewhat difficult to distinguish her juices from his sperm, so I pressed on sucking up this steady stream of salty slime that issued from her secret place. I could occasionally hear his voice as he urged her to make better use of me, his slave. To her credit, she did very little to add to my humiliation and discomfort. At last she announced herself satisfied with my efforts and so I was freed from this fetid prison, and returned to the floor to await my new instructions if they were forthcoming."
"As it turned out, there were other commands, and I dutifully obeyed them without thinking too much of what impact it might have long term on how I viewed the inhabitants of the world. Details on those other disgusting acts in which I participated would not make what went on that long night any more understandable or degrading. In total I had reached rock bottom, so I thought. What new and terrible deeds could possibly befall me? I had been reduced to a cipher, a mere drudge carrying out my master's commands. The following day I was proven incorrect. There were new depths to be plumbed."
( To be continued )
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