The Best Laid Plans

                       The Best Laid Plans - Chapter 24

       Otto smirked as Olivia screamed and begged him for another chance. She was staring fixedly at the wooden frame standing in the center of the room. She knew immediately from its design and construction that it had been built to hold human beings against their will. She could see the leather straps that were located so that her hands and feet were held immobile. What freaked her out to the max however was the wooden circle with the hole in the center. It was cut so that the top half could be lifted up to accommodate a person's head, and then closed to capture it, just like the wooden stocks of the Middle Ages used to hold criminals and sinners. In this case there would be no citizens to insult and throw things at the helpless sinner or criminal. Instead there was a large dog of dubious lineage lying in the corner of the room grooming its fur and occasionally licking its half-hard dick and balls.

       The good doctor was so transfixed that Otto was able to come up behind her and land a vicious blow to her spine that nearly incapacitated her. He hadn't gotten his certificate in nursing by sleeping through his courses, not Otto Bauer. He soaked everything up like a sponge and over the years learned to twist much of what he learned into something that gave him an advantage over his patients, not to mention his current live-in sex slave Dr. Olivia Graves. The woman fell to her knees and yelped in pain from the force of her landing. Without breaking stride he reached down to grab a handful of her dark hair so he could drag her to the frame and begin strapping her naked body into a position that made her most vulnerable to the animal's attack. Currently the dog was paying her no attention whatsoever. The animal had performed hundreds of times previously and was well known to those who were into bestiality. This latest partner was nothing to excite him, at least not yet.

       Her fear of what was going to happen gave Olivia a burst of adrenaline allowing her to put up a struggle that required nearly all of Otto's strength before he had her totally under control and secured within the frame. He was delighted with the energy she expended. The way she fought against him indicated that he had chosen the correct punishment for her. Now if only the dog would live up to his reputation. Otto made sure his camera was within reach so he could have a record of all the nasty, disgusting things that she would endure once the dog got it through his thick skull that she was worthy of his efforts. The owner had not only supplied the dog, he also provided a rag saturated with the scent of a bitch in heat. Rascal, that was the cur's name, had already checked out the rag and obviously couldn't figure out any way to fuck it, so he curled up and waited for something better to come along. Otto  wondered what was going through the animal's mind as it watched him strap his naked sex-slave into the frame so Rascal would nail her in every hole she had.

       Otto donned a pair of heavy work gloves over the latex ones he slipped on first, taking no chances that he'd leave a scent behind that might intrigue Rascal. He decided to season the good doctor's face to check out the ability of the stuff to get the dog in the mood. Rascal had stopped cleaning his dick and balls and was making some odd noises deep in his throat. Otto wasn't exactly comfortable being in the same room as this sixty or seventy pound dog. He wondered if the scent had wafted its way into the animal's nostrils and now gotten his attention. He tossed the rag into the corner opposite the dog and whistled for Rascal to check out his latest bitch. Olivia wasn't doing herself any favors by acting hysterical, screaming her head off and making the fur on the dog stiffen, a very bad sign.

       The dog wasted no time heading for poor Dr. Graves. Otto laughed to himself when he realized the dog would probably get on his hind legs and use his paws to grip the top of the wooden shield holding Olivia's head still. If she was smart she'd open her mouth and hope for the best. Then again his sex-slave wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to dealing with sex-crazed dogs such as Rascal. Up he went and his cock unsheathed in one smooth motion. That red chisel began pounding mindlessly against Olivia's face, trying to find the hole where its cock would fit. She was going to have a hard time explaining how her face got so badly bruised.

       His slave knew the penalty for blaming him. That was something she'd never do after what he'd done to her when she made that mistake for the first and last time. It took him the better part of nearly two hours to break two of her back molars, then pull the shattered pieces from her jaw one at a time. He had taken care to give her an injection that kept her wide awake and very sensitive for the entire procedure. Later she developed an infection that required him to seek professional care from a dentist he knew. Naturally Olivia provided the pussy and a little ass fucking as well in exchange for his services.

       Otto decided to give his sex-slave a little help. He walked to the rear of the frame and made sure his foot could reach her rump easily. That issue resolved, he began kicking her in the ass and yelling that she better open her stupid mouth before the dog knocked out her front teeth. It took three or four kicks to get her attention, but at last Olivia opened wide and was immediately gagged by the pistoning force of Rascal's hard charging cock. The damned pooch must have gotten more than half his cock down her gullet, neatly cutting off her air supply. Otto yelled for her to start sucking or the mutt would wind up choking her  to death. It took some time for his live-in to grow accustomed to the sequence between open and throat blockage, but she caught on and soon was able to get enough air to stay conscious. Naturally Rascal, being a dog and a horny dog at that, managed to spew his load down her convulsing throat in no time flat. Instantly he lost interest in his new mate and padded back to his corner to take a rest before making another run at her.

       Olivia was hysterical by now and fearful of the worst. That was exactly what Otto was planning. First he produced another rag that he had brought for just this purpose, and stuffed it into his sex-slave's cunt and made sure it was fully inserted and not easily removed, especially if the dog was trying to get at it. After donning another set of latex gloves he retrieved the seasoned rag and wiped it over Olivia's  rounded ass cheeks and made sure it also left a strong scent in the region of her anus. He grinned at the prospect of watching Rascal ferret out the fact that here was another place he could lodge his hard cock. The doctor would probably go bananas once she realized she was being sodomized by a dog, another first. He chuckled to himself about his other idea for when his live-in got out of hand. There was this guy who had a few ponies plus a donkey that he rented out to people such as Otto for their use. One of these days he'd watch his little doctor fuck-bunny getting her cunt stretched all out of shape by one of the ponies or perhaps, if the price was right, the donkey.

       Rascal did himself proud on his second foray into his new bitch. It took him less than a minute to get hooked up with the good doctor, who started screaming hysterically once she realized that the dog's dick was worming its way deep into her rectum. This was one dog who could hunt, and he was richly rewarded for his troubles. He was too busy corkscrewing his dick into his bitch to notice the flashes from Otto's camera. Rascal was quite used to being the star attraction in most of his scenes. His chisel-shaped red reamer was making good progress despite all the noise from his partner. In fact it seemed that the louder she screamed, the tighter he held her and the faster his cock went in and out of her slowly loosening bunghole. The fun really began when his knot formed while he injected his latest dose of little doggie tadpoles into Olivia's anal canal.

       Like most members of the male species, once the deed had been done, all the dog or man wanted to do was get away from his sex partner and take a nap. In the case of the members of the canine kingdom, they had a little problem. Mother Nature had in her infinite wisdom decided that the best way to assure the continuation of the dog species was to guarantee that they stayed together sufficiently long that there was a better than even chance for the dog sperm to hook up with its opposite number. To Rascal, a hole was a hole, and bitches came in all sizes and shapes. After numerous couplings with a variety of "bitches", he understood nature's mandate, but certainly did not accept it in the spirit in which it was intended. In fact he had never had a post ejaculation where his partner wanted him to stay with her for as much as a few seconds after the deed had been done. This bitch was no exception, and on top of it, she made a hell of a lot more noise than most of his other conquests.

       As it turned out, Otto Bauer made one serious mistake that came back to haunt him. He forgot to protect Dr. Graves from the attack made by the struggling dog who was desperately trying to break free from her. His paws hadn't been trimmed recently and they began to draw blood quickly. That only made Olivia get more hysterical and redouble her efforts to break free of the animal. The sight of significant amounts of blood coming from her back galvanized him into action. He found the heavy gloves he'd used to season his sex-slave and then tried to pry the dog loose. Rascal was less than enchanted with his predicament, but this unwarranted attack by Otto really set him off. He nailed the male nurse good and proper, taking a small chunk of flesh out of his upper arm. For his efforts the dog took a brutal kick to the rib cage, followed by another to his family jewels. That was all she wrote for Rascal, as the poor animal collapsed, draping its body over Olivia's bleeding back.

       After a quick survey of the damage to Olivia as well as Rascal, Otto made a command decision and headed for the phone to put things into motion. First he called Bruno to come over and baby-sit his sex-slave, offering him unlimited access to her various entrances in lieu of money. Next he spoke to Rascal's owner, explaining that the dog had lost control and severely harmed Olivia, his meal ticket. He laid it on thick and had the man at his mercy. Being the nice guy that he was, Otto promised not to make things hard for the man provided he allowed him to use the dog at a later date without any fee. That deal accomplished, he called Dr.Ellis to make him an offer he couldn't refuse.

       You talk about someone who was motivated, Dr. Ellis was the template. It didn't take more than ten minutes of conversation for him to agree to the concept of taking over, on a temporary basis, the two teenagers now being cared for by Dr. Graves. The idea of including Otto Bauer as his backup liaison between Ellis and those tasked with treating the teens was most attractive. He was certain that he could convince the hospital adminstrator for this matter that Otto was the person needed to avoid overworking the staff doctors. To seal the deal Dr. Ellis volunteered to come over and check out Dr. Graves. Initially Otto was reluctant to have the physician nosing around at his place, but the more he thought of it, the better the idea sounded. He had  heard plenty about the doctor's predilection for the ladies, be they staff members or patients. Why not let him take a run at Olivia for free; it would bond the arrangement?

       Meanwhile Margaret Baugh had reached another climax in her tale of dominance and submission. She was very careful about introducing Winifred into her story, but it had to be done here and now despite the pain and embarrassment it would bring down upon Jon. Margaret was also becoming quite concerned about the way Helene was taking this revelation. Was it possible that he might lose her connection to this strong willed young woman? Worse yet, would she soon become another thrall serving mistress Corday or the high priestess, her mother?  Would she find herself perhaps on the same level as Jon? How humiliating might that be to her! But there was another side to that coin, one she did not want to admit, even to herself. Would she find herself enjoying the loss of her freedom, no longer worrying about others, just herself or better yet her mistress? Look what freedom had done to her so far. Here she was confessing her sins to someone she originally did not consider an equal. Yet as the story and the days elapsed, Helene was growing stronger as Margaret exposed her frailties.

       " I couldn't help the sinking feeling in my stomach as Walter sauntered into the room with a snide smile etched into the corners of his mouth. I steeled myself for the worst and was not disappointed. He approached and leaned over me, still with that smirk, but not a word about what had created this situation. The effect of the alcohol had me still in its grip, but there were moments now when I experienced something akin to logical thought. He reached down and began fondling one of my breasts, his hand petting and pinching alternately as he worked across its width until he reached my wrinkled, almost flaccid nipple. He toyed with it and then suddenly squeezed it viciously between his thumb and forefinger. I tried to jerk away, but he had a better grip than I thought. "

       " It was then that he broke the news to me. I was devastated! He had just finished speaking to his sister concerning Jon and myself. Once their father returned from his business onshore, it was unlikely that they would have the opportunity that was available today. Winifred was tiring of Jon, who was failing to meet her high standards. Walter on the other hand had many ideas that he wished to try out on Jon, even in his depleted condition. His sister was quite excited over the prospect of having me at her mercy, even if only for a few hours. She was already on her way to take command over me, while Walter soon would make the long walk over to my place where Jon was spread out like a lamb for the slaughter. I wondered which of us would suffer the most under these new and most stressful conditions. "

       " Just before Walter left, he gave me one last taste of what was in store for me once he returned. His strong hands captured my breasts and squeezed them flat while his cold, dead eyes watched my face for signs of distress or better still, fear. I did my best to resist showing him any weakness, and received my reward. Once again he took hold of my nipples and twisted them until tears were forced from my eyes by the terrible pain he caused me. Still not finished, he degraded me further by spitting in my face a number of times, leaving his mark for Winifred to see. He had pushed me one step closer to the abyss. I wondered if his sister would finish the job and send me hurtling down into the maelstrom that waited below. "

       " My young mistress entered perhaps ten minutes after her brother had left. She wore a short robe that she quickly removed to reveal a very brief bikini bathing suit that I'd not seen previously. Winifred moved closer to me and examined my naked body from top to toe, pausing when she observed the drying spittle, a gift from her brother, along with my swollen nipples now red and raw. Her first words depressed me no end. She inquired if I enjoyed having her brother inside me. I was too humiliated to respond. That was my first mistake and she quickly corrected me with a pair of slaps across my face. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation I endured. Again she asked that embarrassing question and this time I made the error of being truthful. More slaps followed, but I was too stunned to reply. That led to her grabbing handfuls of my hair and trying to yank them from my scalp. The pain was intense; I was astonished by the amount of strength she displayed. My screams were so loud that she stopped and clapped her hand over my mouth, warning me that any more outbursts and she'd gag me and "whip the skin off my tits", her exact words. My blood ran cold. This child was a worse monster than her taciturn brother. "

       " The young teen stepped back and removed her bikini, revealing a set of budding breasts with erect nipples that were quite large and full for one so young. She noticed my eyes were concentrating on her youthful bosom, and she smirked. Winifred spoke and observed that in another year or two, according to her brother, she would have breasts that were full and womanly, unlike her peers of the same age. He attributed that to her early sexual experiences with him. It was then she observed that Jon was a weakling when it came to the matter of sexually satisfying her. He was not only too quick, he seemed to take an inordinate amount of time to recuperate. This was only one of the reasons she agreed to swap places with Walter. The main attraction was to see just how much she could humiliate and degrade me without resorting to those things that Walter bragged about doing to me. "

       " I thought I had escaped from all those horrible things that Walter and his father had done to me, but alas I was proven incorrect once more. The child smiled and excused herself while she got something from her room. I immediately grew tense, and had good reason for that reaction. When she returned she had a dildo in her hand, a very large dildo, one I'd never had in my collection. I wondered if it was from Walter or some visitor to the island who had fallen under her spell. Then I had to correct myself and admit that it may very well have been a woman, such as myself who had become smitten with her youthful charms. There was a tiny part of me that was excited over the prospect of this mistress to be using this tool on my helpless body, driving it deep between my spread thighs and carefully moving it to and fro and side to side in order to get my juices flowing. Then I caught myself, realizing that this was just another trap this urchin was about to spring on me rather than poor, unsophisticated Jon. "

       " The little imp wasted no time getting busy with her toy. I was dry, bone dry, and knew what she planned would hurt a great deal. I resolved not to give her the pleasure of seeing that she could bring me even lower than I currently was. Winifred proved my superior and rather quickly. She used one hand to open my vulva and then she began forcing the head of this monster into my tight, arid birth canal. The pain at first was tolerable, but she continued to force that plastic torture tool deeper and deeper into my vagina. I began sobbing without warning, surprised at how quickly I surrendered to her mastery. Winifred grinned and now started to turn the devilish instrument around inside me, scraping the walls of my vagina and making it feel as if the membrane protecting my sex channel was being abraded away. I began to plead and beg, my resistance melting away with every turn of that terrible, phallic torture-tool. Things got much worse when she started to pull it back until only the bulbous head was stretching the mouth of my sex canal, then ramming it with all her strength deep into my tender tube of flesh. I screamed to the heavens and for my troubles received a stinging slap across the face and then a second one even more hurtful. My will to withstand her assault was now broken; I was doomed, and we both knew it. "

       "  I have no idea exactly how long she worked at ruining my vagina, but she seemed tireless. Deeper and deeper that plastic phallus went until only the top inch or two remained outside. Then she began to see just how fast she could make it twirl, now that my mucous was flowing against my will. Over and over she spun that devilish device until I thought for sure that it would come out covered with my blood. I think she was dismayed that no blood was forthcoming. So she decided to see if she could work that tool up into my rectum. I was gagged securely and then the torture began with vengeance. She slipped a pillow under my buttocks and worked it back so that my anus was revealed. I screamed into my gag without end as over and over she tried to bury that fat dildo into my rectum. My sphincter muscle had not lost neither its elasticity nor its strength, and proved to be too much of a match for the little demon. The girl admitted defeat, but now took another tack. "

       " The gag was removed and the dildo was substituted, now coated with whatever had been accumulated while in my vagina and the entrance to my anal passageway. There was not much of a taste, but my mind was quickly overcome with the thought that what there was had to be disgusting for a variety of reasons. Winifred soon grew bored with this method of degrading me, and so she switched to something much more intimate. I was now faced with the prospect of performing cunnilingus on this youthful teenager. She had found another chink in my rapidly disappearing armor. She smelled of the ocean, urine, sweat and semen. Had Jon been given the opportunity to enjoy her immature body, or was this some residual trace of a previous assignation between her and Walter? Regardless I soon was glued to the entrance of her still maturing vagina. She commanded me to begin satisfying her, and be quick about it. I set to my task with as much energy as I could generate, but it was not enough to satisfy my mistress. She thrust her vulva against my mouth and urged me to suck and lick as if my life depended on it. I did my best to comply, but was still found wanting. "

       " She cuffed my ears in frustration. The way she had situated herself, I was helpless to escape any blow she might deliver to my face or head. In desperation I captured her immature clitoris and began teasing it with my lips then my teeth. She grunted and the blows stopped. I increased my efforts and soon she was mindlessly thrusting against my face. Her little button began to swell and I could feel her lithe body beginning to almost quiver as I worked to bring her to an orgasm, perhaps her first. That did not prove to be true, even though I was at last successful. It seems that Jon had managed this feat on a number of occasions, which might have been why she expected so much from him, and was mostly disappointed. Instead of praise, I received insults for my failure to perform as well as Jon. "

       " It was then that she sent me to the depths. Before I knew what was happening, she had pivoted around so that my nose and mouth were buried in the crevice between her pert buttocks. She leaned forward and applied more pressure in this position, driving my nose and mouth even deeper. I had some difficulty breathing under these circumstances, and this dominated my horizon so to speak. I could hear her laughing at my situation. For the first time today it sounded like a young girl and not some evil demon bottled up within the body of a teenager. I had a very difficult time hearing what she was saying, catching only a few fragments at a time. Then she freed me from this prison and once more resumed her position on top of my face, her vulva pressing against my nose and mouth once more. It was then that I understood what she had been saying, and my blood began to freeze in horror. "

       " To use her own words, she had to take a "wee", and I was to be her toilet. Winifred warned me that if I refused she would wee anyway and it would be I who had to face her father's rage when he discovered the soiled condition of the bed. The trap had been sprung and I was captured. I dare not call her bluff, there was no way out for me. I opened my mouth and she giggled in triumph. It was an agonizing experience and she made the most of it. I'll not go into the details, but suffice to say it was one of those occurances that leaves one indelibly marked. When I had strained every drop that remained within her pubes and licked up every trace that bedecked her nearly hairless vulva, she let me in on a little secret involving Jon. Both she and her brother had used him repeatedly for this very same function, and had even trained him to gargle with their offerings before swallowing them and pleading for more. She went on to reveal that she had left a large container of her urine for him to ingest while she was away enjoying my company. Winifred was also quite certain that her brother was adding his fresh urine to that container, so she would have something to  feed Jon upon my return. "

       " What more could be done to demean me further? My addled brain was unable to imagine anything worse than what had happened so far to me this long afternoon. I was almost praying for the return of Walter. At least he didn't seem to have the nasty imagination that his sister possessed. Silly me, Winifred had another trick up her sleeve, so to speak. She had been called away to answer the phone, and when she returned I knew something else was going to happen to me before she took her leave. She told me that Walter would be coming back within the next half hour and so she was going to give me something to make sure I remembered this occasion. My mind spun as I frantically tried to imagine what terrible thing she still had planned for me. It didn't take long to know. "

       " The teenager produced a bottle of what looked like olive oil and poured some into the palms of her hands and rubbed them together until they glistened.  Satisfied with the results, she then approached me and began kneading the region around the entrance to my vagina. It was then that I realized her intentions, and made my body stiffen as if preparing to defend myself. The girl ignored my reaction and continued to massage the opening to my vagina, now concentrating on the outer and inner labia. Occasionally she'd give me a treat by rubbing the ball of her thumb against my clitoris. I felt degraded by this teasing, but almost against my will that little button began to increase in size and grow harder. Winifred smiled at the way I was responding and whispered that I was indeed a slut as her father had claimed. I groaned and despite my denials, I gave into the sensations that this devil was causing in my most intimate area. Suddenly she slapped my vulva and said that it was time to stretch my insides out to see just how much a whore like me could take in her diseased cunt. I was about to be fisted and there was nothing I could do about it. "

                       ( To be continued - lex ludite )