The Best Laid Plans

                               The Best Laid Plans                                                 

                                       Chapter 19

       Late the following evening, as required, Alvin accompanied by Jason,the math teacher, made the long drive to the farm. He hoped to pick up the drivers licenses as well as Janet, who had been left behind to guarantee that there would be no funny stuff on the part of those attending the attitude adjustment session featuring Brandi Barnes. Mrs. Paltz had assured him she had done her part, representing Brandi's mother who was unable to make the call because of her injuries. He drove through the gate and parked off the side of the winding road within perhaps a quarter mile of the farm house. Jason would remain in the van unless he heard different. Alvin instructed him to head for home in the event he did not appear within an hour.

       The front of the farmhouse was blocked from the teacher's view by a large tree. Once he cleared it, he got the shock of his life. Janet was still hanging from the same spot as when they left yesterday! Her head was resting on her chest, and it was evident that she'd absorbed a brutal beating since he'd seen her last. In fact she had absorbed a number of fairly vigorous beatings, the most recent ending about an hour before his arrival. He rushed up the steps and approached his colleague, fearing the worst. Her pert breasts were crisscrossed with deep welts and cuts. Upon closer examination he noticed that her nipples had been burned, probably with a lit cigarette. Her naked body slowly rotated, giving him a complete view of Janet's ravaged form, and some idea of the tortures she had endured since last he saw her. It was almost as if the farmer had concentrated everything that they'd done to that stuck-up brat, Brandi Barnes, and given it to Janet. How she had managed to endure this ordeal was not for him to understand.

       When she moaned and tried to lift her head from her chest he gave thanks that she had somehow survived this monster. Her eyes opened to slits, then widened as she recognized him. It was then that Ralph opened the front door and invited the teacher to join him inside. Alvin was too shocked to do anything but what the farmer told him. He felt as if he were in a bad dream as he entered the ramshackle house. The table was covered with the drivers licenses that had been left behind, a good sign, the only one he'd had since his arrival.

It was then that Ralph's voice pierced the fog that seemed to envelop him.

       "You're right on time, that's good. I got a phone call from someone who claimed to be the mother of our guest of honor. I'm not so sure she was, but she knew enough not to hassle me and did let me know that your pain toy was under proper medical care in a rather exclusive private hospital, and there would be no reason to have them report anything to the authorities. That is most comforting for me and my new slave, that mouthy bitch you left behind for security."

       "It seems she's decided that teaching isn't what she wants to do for the rest of her life. So, until she decides what she wants to do when she grows up, she'll be staying as my guest at the farm and helping me around the place. She's still a little too mouthy for her own good, but I know in time she'll figure out it isn't too smart to give me backtalk when she's hanging from a hook in the ceiling without a stitch on and I've got my belt wrapped around my fist. At least I hope she does. Don't tell her I told you this, but she can really take a good whipping and be ready for another just as soon as she stops bleeding. This one has a chance to keep not only herself, but me alive as well. I haven't felt this young and powerful in a long time. I better shut up about her or I'll be out on the porch giving her another taste of the leather even though she hasn't  done anything recently to anger me." 

       Alvin could not just stand there and let this happen. Who did the farmer think he was? He had to do something, but what? So the teacher took a deep breath and asked Ralph if he had anything to back up his contention that Janet was staying of her own accord. That brought a knowing smile from the farmer, as if he was expecting that question. He suggested they go outside and ask Janet, who was resting up from another session brought about by her mouth being faster than her brain. The dazed history teacher followed the large, scruffy farmer out onto the front porch to ask Janet the million dollar question.

       The teacher winced and almost made the mistake of attacking the farmer when the man yanked Janet's head up by her hair and slapped her face back and forth with his other hand. To his amazement the woman made no attempt to cry out for help even though he was standing less than three feet from her battered, naked body.

       "Wake up you dumb cunt, we have company! Your old buddy from high school wants to know whether you're going to be staying with me of your own free will, or something like that. Suppose I go away for a few minutes and you and him talk. When I get back, if you've changed your mind, it's your loss not mine. If you want, you can climb in that van and go back to high school with the other loser teachers. What the hell, after another thirty years or so you can collect a pension and maybe even a gold plated watch for your dedication and loyalty to the snotty brats that have passed through your classroom giving you the finger every chance they could. I forgot, by then you'll be so old and beat up that no self respecting lezzie will want anything to do with your scrawny ass. So it'll be you and your vibrator until death do you part."

       Ralph went back into the house leaving the two teachers outside to talk. Alvin was somewhat embarrassed to be staring at Janet's bare body, especially her cunt lips which were red and swollen. Then to his dismay a dollop of pearly white cum slid from between those crimson flaps and started its journey toward the floor of the porch to join a rather large stain that had formed below her dangling body. This unnerved him to the point that he assumed she was showing signs of a very recent rape.

       "Janet, I can't believe that you're just letting him beat you to a pulp and rape you anytime he wants. Give me a sign or something so I can hot-foot it back to town and bring the cops to put this SOB in jail where he belongs."

       Janet looked up and gave Alvin a crooked grin before she spoke in a low scratchy voice.

       "You know me better than that. If I was in trouble you'd know about it loud and clear. I'm doing this because that's what I want! The bastard is really doing everything he can to break me so I'll cut and run, but he's in for a big surprise if he thinks a few beatings and a lot of hard cock can do that. By the way the hard cock is great, so great that he'll have to beat me to within an inch of my life before I'd even consider leaving him and the damned farm. Now don't you go telling him that or he'll just make my life even more miserable for his own amusement. He's a real miserable prick but I love his cock! Too bad I only hung around with dykes and fairies when I was in college. If I'd met someone like him, you and I would not be having this conversation."

       "As soon as he gets rid of you he'll probably touch up some places on my body that he's missed so far, and if I beg properly he might even bring me inside for a real good ass fucking. Now that's something that really hurts and he knows it. That's why he loves doing me in the asshole so much.  He's warned me a couple of times already that unless I clean up my act quickly he'll have Larry bring his dog pack down to the farm so they can have a go at me. Man, that will be some trip if it happens! I really got turned on big time watching those mutts ruin that snobbish cunt. I can hardly wait until it's my turn in the box and those mongrels are ripping my shitter to shreds while he laughs and gets nice and hard so he can give me exactly what I want. Now do me a favor and get out so we can be alone. I've already promised to spend thirty days with him as his sex slave, and he's promised not to kill me during that time. What more could a girl like me want in a man? Oh, by the way, I talked to principal Nailer and told him I was retiring from my position as of tomorrow and to send my last check out to the farm."

       It was a stunned and subdued history teacher who hiked back to the van, the licenses in a little bag. Jason wanted to immediately know what had happened to Janet and when Alvin informed him she had handed in her resignation and decided to take her chances with Ralph for the next thirty days, the math teacher was speechless. They drove back to the city in silence. Alvin couldn't bring himself to reveal to his peers exactly what transpired when he went one on one with the farmer and discovered that there was another very freaky side to Janet the frustrated lesbian. He never went back to find out if they lived happily ever after, or she fled to another life, or worse still, was now buried deep somewhere on the farm. However he did know one thing. The two of them both secretly wanted to experience in their own ways what would happen when Janet and one of the stallions on the neighboring farm got together to mate.

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       The next day Claire Paltz received a call from the hospital concerning the two patients that had been admitted the previous day. It turned out that the teenager, Brandi Barnes, was in much worse shape than her mother, and it was advisable that as quickly as possible she and her husband attend a conference with the medical personnel responsible for their care. This was not the type of news that she had expected; she thought that after a week or so both of them would be released to her care, which excited Claire no end. A phone call to her husband resulted in the two of them meeting with the hospital staff the following day.

       The injuries that Randi Barnes had suffered were trivial in comparison to what her daughter had experienced. Some minor surgery and bed rest for perhaps a week or two would have her in fine fettle and ready to go home. The couple swapped knowing glances at this news. Claire was beside herself, already thinking up things to do to her new sex slave and pain toy. The issue of her daughter, Brandi, was something altogether different.  Most of the physical injuries could be repaired and her convalescence from that would be perhaps a few weeks. What troubled the medical people was her brain scans which indicated serious damage, some of which might be permanent. Little did they know of the forced deep dives into the icy depths of the quarry that the teenager made, her naked body weighted and bound securely. They had no knowledge of the deeper and lengthier submersions that she also had endured thanks to errors in judgment made by her captors.

       It was at this point that one of the staff mentioned the odd coincidence that on the same day that the Barnes pair were admitted, another pair consisting of a teenaged girl about the same age as Brandi Barnes, her name was Dina X, and her step-mother, Miranda X, were also admitted. Both were suffering from serious injuries that in some cases matched the types suffered by the Barnes pair. That little tidbit did not excite any interest in the Paltz family, who were focused only on the care and attention being given to their patients. As it would turn out, the two pairs would soon become one under certain situations, and those involved were eagerly looking forward to this very unique opportunity.

       Vladimir and his wife had a private consultation with the doctor heading the team that would be working on Randi Barnes. He described the surgical procedure that would be used to repair her damaged sphincter and the recovery process. It was then that Claire brought up the issue of tightening the patient's anus and vagina. The doctor's eyes lit up as he instantly understood the purpose of that procedure. He acknowledged that the hospital had this rather unique capability, but it would mean a much longer period of convalescence for Mrs. Barnes. The couple exchanged glances and smiles before agreeing to the new schedule.

       The situation with the daughter was more complicated. The physician suggested electro-shock therapy coupled with oxygen infusion to her brain as a starting point. If that approach failed, more risky procedures would be considered. The coule's eyes glittered when he casually mentioned that one procedure he was seriously considering involved using hypnosis to make the teenager relive her experiences that had brought her to this state. Vladimir wasted no time making sure that the doctor understood that going beyond to actually attempt to make her experience certain traumas once more must require another meeting so that his approach could be defined in detail before the couple would give their permission for him to go forward. The medical man grinned and nodded his head, stating that many clients made the same request and the hospital could easily accommodate them in this matter.

       After the couple left, the doctor met with the team to bring them up to date on what they would be expected to accomplish. He also addressed his plan to combine the Barnes couple with Miranda and Dina Welby. The teenager was showing signs of diminished capacity; her tests results were almost mirroring what they'd gotten from the Barnes girl. In the interests of efficiency he planned to have the teens share a room since they would be undergoing the same procedures inititally. There were some knowing smiles since everyone at the table had already gotten a good look at both teens. Despite the bumps, bruises, cuts, welts, burns and other evidence of severe physical trauma, these two were prime grade fuckmeat and the staff could hardly wait to dig in and eat their fill.

       The women would also bunk together since they were expected to be discharged much earlier than the teens. The doctor also planned to interest Mr. Welby in having his wife undergo the same tightening procedures as Mrs. Barnes. If he was successful, the hospital stood to profit from the two for the price of one approach, only in this case it would be more like double your pleasure, double the price. He closed the meeting by reiterating hospital protocol and regulations concerning the care and treatment of patients. The team was hard pressed to contain their laughter. Most had already begun planning for what they would do to their patients in the privacy of those two rooms. As one wag put it, there was going to be record foot traffic passing through those two rooms.

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       Margaret Baugh continued her tale of dominance and submission to an audience of two who hung on every word for different reasons. Jon shifted around as if he were being attacked by ants while Helene barely moved, her green eyes focused on her mentor's face.

       "The next morning Bella departed, leaving me to his tender mercies. Last night had been devastating and I was more zombie than human being. He could have ordered me to go into the ocean and swim to the horizon, and I probably would have attempted such an impossible feat just to escape his malevolent presence. He must have realized that I was at my wits end, and further efforts to debase, humiliate and degrade me would not have the desired effect. That is not to say that he did not reinforce his mastery over me, he did indeed. Each routine was just a little more stressing, as if he was checking to see if there was anything left that he had not overrun and destroyed. I was numb to everything or so I thought."

       "I was spanked soundly as I lay across his lap, my hands tied tightly behind my back and anchored so that they could not become any type of shield against his heavy hand. He pounded me for much longer than previously and even took two breaks to recover his strength for more of the same. The sound of  his hand contacting my bare bottom was like a pistol shot, and each blow sent shivers up my spine as my buttocks were flattened over and over. I was roused from my stupor when he had the temerity to insert not one, but a number of fingers into my anus and stretch the ring of muscle guarding its entrance from side to side. My struggles were quickly overcome and he resumed paddling me with renewed energy, as if sucking away any remaining strength from my body and using it against me."

       "At long last he stopped blistering my swollen and badly bruised buttocks, but there was much more to face as the day wore on. He had me bend at the waist, my upper torso above the tub, as he filled the red rubber enema bag until it bulged. He laughed to himself over something that I did not understand. I heard him rummaging around in the medicine cabinet, and then felt something akin to a suppository being inserted into my anus. It did not take long for whatever it was to make its presence known. I felt a burning sensation that quickly built to a crescendo, causing me to hop from one foot to the other as I reacted to the pain. Then the cold nozzle, sans lubrication of course, of the enema followed, jammed inside me with one quick motion, then rocked from side to side to make sure it was properly seated within my rectum."

       "It did not take long for the first cramp to radiate from my bowels as the water slowly intruded into every nook and cranny of my lower intestines. He stopped the flow for a few moments so my body could accommodate itself to the contents of the enema, just plain tap water, thank the gods. This was by far the largest enema I had taken to date, twice he added more water to the bag and I was in agony by the time he was satisifed that my bloated belly could not take more. The enema had taken precedence over the suppository or whatever it was, but the tables were turned once the bung was inserted into my anus, effectively forcing me to hold what felt like an ocean of water within my roiling bowels. The pain from that first insertion grew and I soon was covered in sweat from pain and fear as I realized he had me totally under his thumb and could do anything he wished, for I was utterly helpless and completely vulnerable."

       "It turned out there were new depths I would plumb this long and horrible day. My first descent began after what seemed like an hour of total agony from the combined effects of the water and that terrible pill of sorts he had inserted in me originally. It now felt as if the water was turning into liquid fire, and tears poured from my eyes. I began to beg for mercy, my mind seeming to melt away as it lost the battle to sheer unadulterated fear. I did not want to die this way!"

       "I heard the sound of a zipper opening, and knew instantly what was expected of me. I could hardly wait to begin my next step down into the abyss. Yes, I knelt on the tile floor and serviced his sex organ with my mouth and focused every bit of energy I had in providing him what he sought. He was in complete control, his voice guiding almost every move I made. I was told how much of it to take in my mouth, how long to keep it there so I could coat it with my saliva, and where to kiss it before its next venture into my eager, wet mouth. Nothing came easy that day. I sucked it, I licked it, I kissed it. I took most of it deep into my throat, so deep that I could not draw breath and slowly suffocated as if I were a fish dangling from a hook. I was so brain washed by now that I gloried in the fact that my master was actually ejaculating in his slave's mouth. I was fulfilling my purpose for existing."

       "There was much to do around the house; Bella had left extra work for me and I was glad to have something to occupy my mind. Drudgery proved to be a respite from my grim reality and by midafternoon some sense of self began to reappear. He quickly squashed those delicate buds as soon as he became aware of my very limited recovery. We took another bathroom break and this was worse than the morning session. I was spanked before and after taking an enormous enema that made me look as if I were pregnant. The second spanking concentrated on my vulva. To accomplish this despite my bulging belly, he made me lie in the tub and put my legs up over the edge, thus making my private parts available for punishment. The pain was intense and I despaired that I would survive this terrible beating."

       "As always, he had gauged my limits accurately and managed to provide maximum pain and humiliation without any permanent damage to my body. First he slapped my labia until they were so swollen, access to my vagina was difficult to nearly impossible, depending upon the amount of force one wished to apply. Then he separated my clitoris from its protective hood and finger-whipped the sensitive nubbin of flesh until it too was raw and swollen, sending signals to the rest of my body implying some sort of sexual climax was in the offing. He scotched that idea by brutally punching the entrance to my vagina with his ham-like fist, bringing me to the verge of vomiting. I was terrified that if this occurred, my position would cause me to regurgitate the bile and whatever else came up, putting me at risk for suffocating as the recycled vomit lodged in my throat or worse still, my lungs. Such was not the case, as once again his cruel calculation of my endurance and response to his torments was proven accurate. However what was occurring in my mind was another story altogether."

       "Once more I serviced my master's sex organ. It took much longer to bring him to his climax and even then he had another unpleasant surprise for me. Instead of swallowing his semen, he had me gargle with that slimy mess while he took photographs for his private collection. I was certain that rock bottom had been reached. He now had power over me that could extend well beyond my week of incarceration. That evening he took me for my usual dip in the surf. For some unexplained reason he lost contact with me and I was swept out by a strong undercurrent. Part of me was relieved that at last my miserable life would be ended. Alas, for me, this was not the case. I awoke on the shore spewing water from my belly and lungs as he hovered over me, a faceless silhouette. I was amazed to be alive and at the same time terrified at what would be my fate now that I had nearly escaped his clutches. He did not disappoint me."

       "Somehow I managed to keep up with him on the way back and soon was inside the house and out of the wind that had been chilling my soaking wet body. I could not exactly remember when I went totally naked, but it was my natural state now. He directed me to the children's room where I would spend the night  spread eagle and tightly bound to one of the beds without any covering to protect my shivering  body from the night air. It took time for me to calm down sufficiently to where I could even consider sleep. It suddenly dawned on me that I had not urinated for half a day at least.  I recalled him ogling me as I sat on the toilet this morning relieving myself noisily sometime after the first enema. My mind was so dulled and cluttered by what I was experiencing, it was not functioning as it should. I was becoming severely dehydrated thanks to the huge enemas and not having any liquids to drink at all since the day previous. I became weary of thinking and drifted off to sleep and the nightmares."

       "These creations of my bedazed mind were a double threat to my existence. First they interrupted my sleep and made me aware of my highly stressful environment featuring a degree of dampness due to the house's proximity to the water, and the night shill that made my teeth chatter. Then more insidiously they planted seeds in my weakened mind that flowered as new and even more terrible nightmares. It was a vicious and never ending cycle that he had created. I was on the verge of madness, and some time very early in the bleak morning I gave into the fear and began screaming and crying to the heavens. A few minutes later I was punished for my outburst. He threw a pail of cold water over my trembling body and warned me that the next time I disturbed his sleep he would drown me in the tub and take my body down to the shore and leave it for the waves to take as the tide went out. I remained in a panic until the first light of day."

                               (To be continued-lex ludite)

                               ( To be continued )