The Best Laid Plans

           The Best Laid Plans - Chapter 25

       By the time Otto returned to his place to relieve Bruno, the man had used Olivia in every hole and was busily expanding her asshole for the second time. His patient, or was it his victim, was blubbering and shaking as his thick cock plowed way inside her sore, distended asshole. Bauer watched as his little, unsophisticated sex slave was punished severely for her failure to keep her lover and master, Otto Bauer, informed about her patients. The next time she screwed up it was off to the farm for a good cunt stretching from the donkey regardless of the cost. Come to think about it, she'd have to come up with the money for her own punishment, which to him was proper justice. It would be interesting to see how long it took before her cunt returned to its normal dimensions. Not that he cared that much, after all she still had a tight asshole to open further.

       Otto took the opportunity to get the place in some kind of order for when Dr. Ellis dropped by to check out Olivia and discuss in detail the arrangement with him. Bruno finished up with a few grunts and a loud slap to the good doctor's bruised ass. Otto often wondered just how many times Bruno could fuck in a day. The man seemed to have an endless supply of sperm. It was amazing that he had never knocked up any of his temporary sex partners over the years. Otto was always hoping he'd get Olivia knocked up, and then the fun would really begin as he did his best to make her abort. Over the years he had collected a variety of techniques and recipes from doctors, nurses and midwives for inducing a miscarriage, especially within the first trimester. To date the opportunity to see if any of them could perform the job had eluded him.

       The male nurse knew it wouldn't take much to assure the cooperation of Dr. Ellis. The prospect of being able to nail the good doctor Graves on a regular basis was too good to let escape. Olivia was a ditz at times, but she had a good body and never said no to him or his designated friends who also used her now and then. Not only was she submissive, Otto had a sneaking suspicion that she was also on the verge of becoming a full-blown masochist. He wondered if Dr. Ellis would be the one to push her over the edge. He arrived just as Bruno was taking his leave. They ignored each other, which was the best way of not becoming involved in each other's business. Otto welcomed his fellow conspirator with open arms and took him immediately to tend to Olivia's wounds from the dog as well as his fists and feet.

       By now Dr. Graves had calmed down considerably after her second forced shower since she arrived home. Otto had made her remain in the bathroom, naked and shivering, to keep her submissive and contrite. Dr. Ellis was amused by the condition of his fellow physician and impressed by the methods that the male nurse used to control the woman. He looked forward to adding some new cuts and bruises to that rather well constructed body. She was humiliated to be seen under these stressing conditions and things only got worse when he probed her body and asked a series of extremely pointed and embarrassing questions about her sex life and how she got the deep scratches on her back. When she became uncooperative, Otto stepped in and added a few more bruises to her body, causing his visitor to smile and nod his head in approval. She trembled in fear when he casually suggested that Otto was not being strict enough with her, and he'd be happy to give him some new approaches to discipline her.

       His sex slave crawled back into the dark place she went when things got grim. It made things easier for her that way. Ellis had a field day discovering many of her little secrets. They would be used against her whenever it suited his mood. He made Olivia humiliate herself in his presence, describing many of the sex positions that Otto and his friends demanded of her. She described what she had to do to become a doctor, which made both men smirk. Ellis made her masturbate until she had an orgasm; but it wasn't that easy. He had her recite obscene phrases and things she enjoyed having done to her while being fucked stupid by her partners. The moment he thought she was on the verge of an orgasm he made her stop whatever she was doing and he'd slap her face over and over, telling her what a degenerate she had become.

       She sobbed, begged and cried continuously as he made her masturbate until it actually hurt to strum her fat clitoris, which had swelled to a size that Otto had never seen previously. He was delighted with his idea of assisting Dr. Ellis. The man was a genius in many perverted ways and Otto would learn much from him. He also wondered if his sex slave would be able to survive with her mental faculties intact once he and the doctor joined forces to turn her into some type of automaton, good only for sex and whenever they needed an outlet for their inherent love for violence. As Ellis observed, the prognosis for her well-being was not good, not good at all. When he finally allowed her to have an orgasm, he signaled Otto to begin beating her with his custom made rubber truncheon that he bragged was made in England. When the last blow was delivered, poor Dr. Graves had long since escaped into unconsciousness. Still the ferocious strike that split her cunt lips apart made her grunt and attempt to move in an effort to escape more pain.

       Once she was revived Olivia was forced to squat with her hands locked behind her neck. Dr. Ellis whipped out his cock and slammed it into her mouth while he held her head steady. He began skull fucking the battered woman, calling her every foul name he could recall. Otto stood back grinning and watched the mismatch take place. The doctor really knew his stuff that was for sure.

       "You miserable excuse for a doctor! Who the hell let you join our little staff of experts? You're nothing but a blowup doll as far as any man worth his salt is concerned. Well you stupid cow you're going to learn your manners and be taught all the things a fuck pig and sicko like you needs to know to be allowed to exist in our world. Make any serious mistakes and those big tits will get reduced to little lemons and you'll be awake for the entire procedure! Now suck my cock like you mean it, and if you screw this up, I'll have a dentist friend pull out every tooth in your head without the benefit of anesthetic."

       All the while he slammed his cock as far into her mouth and down her throat as was humanly possible. Otto's eyes glittered as he saw his sex slave's face begin to turn colors from lack of air. The doctor was doing a fantastic job and the male nurse knew this was a partner worthy of his talents. He eagerly waited his turn to further degrade this know-it-all doctor who thought she was better than he was, even while she was begging for more of his hard cock. She'd learn and learn well with Dr. Ellis' assistance, that was a certainty. Otto had to hold back from clapping when Dr. Ellis took a sudden step back and before Olivia realized this purpose, his foot caught her low in the belly, just above her cunt mouth. He stepped back quickly as she toppled over and landed on the side of her face. He kicked her in the rib cage a number of times, never landing a blow to the same spot twice. She vomited all over the floor, much to his annoyance and Otto's fury.

       Olivia was jerked to her knees by her hair as Otto screamed in her ear that he was going to have her fucked by a donkey as soon as he found one with a big enough cock to satisfy her. Then he ordered the shaking, half-crazed, naked creature at his feet to begin cleaning up her mess with her tongue and not to miss any spot or he's stick his foot so far up her asshole she'd need surgery to repair the damage. Even as she began to lick up the stinking mess she had spewed onto the cold tile floor, he kicked her in the side and once more the young doctor toppled over, sobbing and pleading for mercy. Ellis was amused at her reaction and suggested they leave her to finish up before more disciplining. Just before they took their leave he gave into temptation and drove his foot into the crevice between her rounded buns, bringing a shriek of agony from the bruised and battered woman who was well on her way to total servitude and constant fear of her two masters.

       For the next hour or so Otto and his new partner discussed what to do with Olivia as well as their four new patients. Ellis suggested strongly that Dr. Graves take a leave of absence for physical reasons so they could have more access to her after hours, and more importantly be able to arrange for her to have various procedures done while they were away working at the hospital. Naturally the cost of those operations would be borne entirely by Dr. Graves. Generally this would require her to offer certain services in trade for their work. Since there would be more work to do with the quartet of new patients plus his other patients such as Celeste, they wouldn't require Olivia's talents, such as they were, for some time. With an agreement struck between them, they returned to the bathroom to check on her progress. Poor Olivia was in for some serious trouble when they approached quietly and caught her in the act of directly disobeying Otto's orders for cleaning up her mess. The poor benighted wretch was about to rue the day she was ever born and remember what they did to her for the rest of her miserable life.

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       Even as she took a deep breath and prepared to expose her weaknesses to Helene who by now was realizing that she and not her mistress was the power in this room, Margaret continued with her tale of dominance, submission and shame. She had at last tired of her role and was almost begging Helene to take her place and do with her whatever she thought proper under the circumstances. Jon shifted his body slightly, knowing full well that his imperfections were now about to be totally revealed. Like his aunt he too was tired of living a lie. He was what he was, a submissive to any dominant member of either sex, happy in his misery.

       "My mistress gagged me once more and to make sure it did its work, she pinched one of my sore nipples and then twisted it cruelly to gauge how effective the gag was. Satisfied by the tears rolling down my cheeks and the lack of anything but muffled groans, she busied herself at the entrance to my vagina. Once again she pulled apart the flaps of skin guarding the entrance and began to insinuate her clenched fist into my dry, tight channel. The dildo had done a good job of making my vagina most sensitive to any intruder. Winifred's fist was like a tank plowing through my weakened defenses. I bellowed in agony but the gag did its work and the young demon ignored my thrashing body which was limited in its movements by the bonds holding me down to the bed."

       "Winifred tired quickly due to the friction she was generating as she moved up my birth canal. The pain was steady and quite intense, but for some reason I was able to endure simply by watching the strain on my adversary's face. She tried a new tactic, removing my gag and forcing me to lick off anything that had collected on her small hand and a few inches of her forearm. Back went the gag with as much force as she could muster. For a brief moment I feared that she might be able to force a part of the rag down my throat, which would have caused some serious breathing problems for me. Fortunately she relented and I was able to regain my composure before the slow methodical assault on my sore vagina began anew. She was relentless, the rest period having given her more strength and a better appreciation of the difficulty ahead."

       "My young mistress acted years older than her age. She gauged her progress and my waning strength before making moves simply by watching my face, which told volumes about how I was faring in this unequal contest. She was slow but steady and my defenses were on the verge of collapsing from the constant pressure she generated. I was defeated and we both knew it. She was within inches of my uterus and one more push and she was there. Instead she withdrew until just her fist remained within my vulva. She gave me a cold smile and rotated her arm one way and then the other. As it turned out, she was resting for the last push, an all out drive up the length of my birth canal until her clenched hand slammed into my cervix. When her fist struck I became sick to my stomach and tried to empty its contents. Unfortunately the gag prevented most of what I brought up from exiting easily. Instead everything was forced into the narrow outlet of my nostrils. Winifred was trapped for a few seconds and some of what my stomach spewed out struck her arm before she could free it from my clutching vagina."

       "As bad as that was for my cause, air was paramount for my heath and well-being. Winifred was too busy reacting to my unseemly behavior that she failed to notice I was in difficulty. Panic took control of me and I thrashed mindlessly against my bonds in a frenzied attempt to remove the gag that was at the root of my problem. Things grew dark and my efforts to somehow escape the deathly threat now facing me ended rather quickly as the lack of oxygen impeded my brain functions. I had no idea how long I remained unconscious, but when upon waking, Winifred's pale face filled my view. I was alive and breathing, my young mistress had saved me at the last moment. I owed her my life! Now there was a penalty that must be paid for my impertinence, and it came quickly."

       "She began by slapping me across the face over and over until tears streamed down my face. That accomplished she yanked the gag from my mouth and substituted first her hand and then her arm for me to lick clean. I hardly noticed the taste or texture of whatever I licked from her hand and arm. That chore finished she straddled my body and began pummeling my breasts with her fists, her expression almost blank as she slammed blow after blow into the swelling flesh. I was unprepared for the vicious blow that split my lips, drawing blood that trickled down onto my heaving chest. At this point I was becoming fearful that she might seriously harm me before Walter returned. How vain I had become, almost uncaring while she abused my vagina and possibly tipped my uterus, but terrified that she might damage my face. My vanity was totally exposed and the demon child knew from my reaction to that first blow. She grabbed me by the throat with one hand and drew back the other in order to punch me in the face once more. I croaked and pleaded for her to spare my appearance and she relented, her face breaking into a smile of triumph."

        "At that moment Walter arrived to a save me from his sister, or so I thought. Instead they went into another room and I could hear their low voices discussing my fate. I heard giggles and low laughs that made my body stiffen in terror. Finally they returned and pronounced my fate. Walter would take over punishing me for my behavior, while his sister would revisit Jon and continue her efforts to drain him dry and perhaps see how womanly she could make him before her father took over my discipline as well as Jon's. Winifred was still not finished with me. Now in the presence of her brother, who had a smirk on his usually passive face, she straddled me and ordered that I must swallow every drop of her golden offering while he watched and enjoyed my total degradation at his sister's hands. She took her sweet time squirting little pulses of her urine into my waiting mouth and making sure I swished it around inside before disposing of it down my throat. To me it took forever before her bladder was empty. Finally she had me lick and kiss every portion of her pubes to make sure not a single drop was left behind on her perfect skin."

       "Now it was Walter's turn to provide another surprise for me. His penis was hanging from his open trousers and all I could do was stare at it. He announced that Jon had sucked it so much it was limp and therefore he would be unable to "fuck" me as he had planned. Winifred giggled like the youthful teenager she was and added that Jon had swallowed every drop of cum that he got from her brother's "cock", but not before he swished it around in his mouth and waited for master Walter to tell him when to swallow it. Now it was my turn to be humiliated by Walter, who wanted me to swallow his urine while his sister watched and smiled evilly at my degradation. Unlike Winifred he just emptied the contents of his bladder in one steady stream of pungent urine that I was hard pressed to swallow without choking or allowing to splatter from my open mouth."

       "Winifred scooped up the dildo she'd used on me earlier and prepared to leave and keep Jon company. That brought a laugh from her brother who confessed that he had sodomized my nephew a number of times that afternoon and after the initial act, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. Winifred giggled and said she'd see if he liked her fake "cock" as much as her brother's real one. She left, leaving me under Walter's discipline. I was totally devastated by then and willing to do almost anything that my young master ordered me. It was then that he produced what was to prove my latest degradation. It was a plastic jug that contained Jon's urine that had been collected, then fed to him again and collected a second time. The smell and taste were rank, and almost impossible to swallow. In the hours that followed he taught me how to properly suck his penis and lick his testicles when I wasn't ingesting the awful brew from the plastic jug."

       " Try as I might he was unable to sustain a reasonable erection for sexual intercourse. Of course that was my fault and so he punished me by pinching my sore nipples until I cried and then transferring his attention to my labia, which he pinched and stretched until I was certain he would rip them from their moorings. Towards the end I was physically unable to swallow any more of that pungent solution that seemed to grow stronger with each minute. He convinced me to try by using a pair of pliers to squash my nipples flat and then did the same to my ear lobes as I yelled and begged for mercy. How I managed to down the dregs from the bottom of the jar was beyond my ability to explain, but I did, much to his chagrin. That was the last victory I had over him or anyone else in that family."

       "I never thought I would be happy to see my master return to the house, but after being under the discipline of his two evil children, I welcomed the sight of him. He acted as if nothing of consequence had happened in his absence, and the children did nothing to change his opinion. Most of the damage that had been done to my body was internal or of a minor nature, not worthy of discussion. They had dinner while I remained in the corner with a dog bowl that contained a small portion of food and a cup of tepid water. I used the water to rinse the taste of that foul urine from my mouth, causing small smiles and even a laugh now and then from the children. My master ignored their antics and ate almost mechanically. Once finished he had the children take care of the dishes and make sure that Jon was secured properly. He expected them to be back at the house by the time he returned for taking me on my nightly walk on the beach. I cringed at the prospect of facing those waves again, but kept my thoughts to myself for fear that he would punish me severely for misspeaking."

                               (To be continued - lex ludite)