The Best Laid Plans

                               The Best Laid Plans - Chapter 26

       Early in their relationship Otto had drilled holes in the bathroom door to make sure that Olivia never had any privacy, no matter what she was doing in that room. For weeks afterward he had forbidden his sex slave to have an orgasm regardless of who was doing her and how good it might feel. He allowed women as well as men to have her body to enjoy as long as she never had any pleasure from whatever they were doing to her. Of course she failed miserably on a number of occasions, which were reported to Otto. Poor Olivia was prone to vibrators of all types and sizes, especially in the hands of a knowledgeable woman. Her master filed this information for future use. 

       He played out the rope so to speak when he discovered that she was beginning to masturbate while she took her bath. This was the last straw,  and so he took some photos through the peephole and confronted her a few days later after he had once more witnessed her disobedience. At first she denied his accusation, but  once he showed her the pictures she collapsed into tears, a characteristic that he detested. To punish her, he had decided to force her to masturbate in a manner that would leave her clitoris swollen and impossible to touch. He even went so far as to record her performance in hopes the tape could be sold to an overseas organization that paid handsomely for such material. To make her punishment even more embarrassing he invited a few friends over to watch and even become involved in the action and then use her as they saw fit.

       What he made her do was simplicity itself. The fingers she normally used to get herself in the mood for a nice juicy orgasm were covered with rubber pads that had ridges running in both directions to create a cross hatch pattern. To make it more stressing he applied a solution to the pads that would irritate any skin they contacted. Of course Dr. Olivia Graves was stark naked and still sobbing from the brutal spanking she had just endured from her unhappy master. That was just for openers, Otto then announced that he expected his guests to add more fuel to the fire he had started on her ass, which only added to the fear that had already gripped her by the throat. All was in readiness and his sex slave was seated on a stool and ordered to start strumming. She failed to respond for a brief moment and was rewarded with a slap across the face that nearly knocked her off the stool.

        A teary eyed Olivia Graves MD began stroking her clitoris slowly at first but a threat from Otto to knock her senseless and break a few ribs as well got her moving at last. Now the fun really began as the irritant started to work on the hood protecting her little hot button. That forced her to go even faster for fear that the material on the finger pads would ultimately make it impossible for her to have an orgasm. It became a race between her swelling clit and the itchy region that was developing rapidly. Minutes passed as the unequal struggle continued before the mixed audience of thugs, tops and sadists. The itching became maddening and Olivia was on the verge of panic when she took a punch to the side of her head that sent her hair flying. Otto's face had grown taut and his eyes had narrowed like a beast of prey ready to strike. Fear of what he might do to her spurred the young doctor to greater efforts. Her hand moved so fast that it almost was a blur. That brought comments from the crowd and a few added threats. It was Otto who called for a break in the action to give his sex slave an opportunity to regain her composure.

       It was no break for Olivia who took on half the group. Most of the time her cunt, mouth and asshole were filled with real or fake cocks. The strap-ons did the most damage for two reasons, they were long, thick and unyielding and operated by women who knew all the weak spots Otto's live-in possessed. Make no mistake, one of her best features and the one that kept her alive and relatively unscathed was her love for sex. Her mother started the ball rolling once she turned thirteen, and she was ably assisted over the next few years by a variety of boyfriends who used the teenager like she was some type of living blowup doll, much to her mother's amusement. Mom did not like competition from a skinny teen who still hadn't grown a decent set of tits. She really enjoyed watching her daughter's cunt become loose and capable of handling the longest, thickest cocks she could entice to use the teenager for their own twisted reasons. A couple of pregnancy scares made her mother decide that unless Olivia was in her period, only her tight asshole could be used along with her pouty mouth of course. On weekends when as many as half a dozen swains arrived to court the mother and ruin her daughter's asshole, the poor teen's unblinking, brown eye never closed.

       In her senior year Olivia, now fitted with an IUD, set a new record for sex partners. She managed to have sex with over half the senior males plus nearly forty of the girls who wanted in on the action despite Olivia's claims that she wasn't that kind of girl. By the end of the year she was no longer so sure. At home she was meeting new friends of her mother almost every night. This was done under her mother's supervision of course. It was common knowledge that her daughter was only a warm up for the main event involving mom and the lucky male friend who got the opportunity to do a mother-daughter combination and brag about it afterward. That year Olivia's tits blossomed with a growth spurt that saw her go through three bra sizes and nearly equaled what her mother was sporting. Her mother argued that her daughter's big tits were the result of all the sex she had that year. Through it all, Olivia got excellent grades on her own, even though a few teachers were hinting that she wouldn't have to exert herself if she just put out for them once or twice a week. Her mother squashed that approach and a few of the teachers felt lucky to have jobs by the time she was done talking to the principal.

       That summer Olivia had her first serious lesbian relationship with a very close friend of her mother, who heartily approved since she was dedicating that summer to landing a husband. The woman was rather dominant and she soon was passing the teenager around to her other lesbian friends and their friends as well. It was a whirlwind of tongues, fingers, vibrators and strap-ons for the teenager. In return she serviced pussies from hairless to jungles and deserts to swamps. She was taught how to properly lick armpits, nibble on ear lobes,  kiss the insides of thighs, suck and lick nipples and tits as well as feet and toes. By the end of summer she was a well rounded lesbian hag that knew quite a bit for one so young. Except to return for her mother's wedding to a rich widower, Olivia broke ties with her, never to return.

       Otto got her back on the stool and freshened the finger pads she'd be using to work on her swollen clit. He leaned forward and spit in her face before threatening to cut off her clit if she didn't get herself off within five minutes. Then he brought out another ugly surprise, a micro clamp used by the surgeons that he placed around the base of her throbbing love button to cut off most of the blood circulation, effectively numbing the stiff lump. Now most of the itching was much relieved, but there was almost no feeling in her clitoris either. She started to tremble with the realization that she would not be able to have any type of orgasm under these circumstances; in a word, she was "screwed". Otto wasted no time slapping her silly now that he didn't have to worry about her going to work all beat up. Still, he wanted her to get off one way or another. He slapped, she strummed, he screamed, she sobbed, he punched her between the eyes, she puked all over herself. The audience leaned forward like wolves surrounding a wounded animal. Olivia was doomed and it was only a matter of time before Otto lost his temper and set them loose on her.

       Her time was up and she had failed miserably to get herself off. Olivia knew that a ferocious beating and more waited for her. For some reason all she worried about was whether he would disfigure her face or body. Anything else she could survive, so she thought. The raping started up again, but there were no beatings, which made no sense according to what he had threatened. It was psychological warfare and she was losing. His live-in slave was too busy trying to take two cocks in her ass at the same time while another pair was alternating inside her mouth and the biggest dildo she'd ever seen was being wedged inch by inch into her tight cunt. Her assailants were on the verge of destroying her asshole and perhaps ruining her cunt as well, but Olivia was still focused on when Otto would do something awful to her body. It was still some time in the future when his sex slave had been ground to pulp by these aficionados of sex and violence.

       Her master had been on the phone to Dr.Ellis explaining his plans for the young doctor. The older man was quite excited by what he heard and asked Otto to hold up on starting any serious punishment until he came over with his black bag and some very interesting drugs to try out on their victim. They had laughed when the male nurse held up the phone so the doctor could hear the hoarse, often muffled screams coming from Dr.Graves as every entry to her body was filled to its limit and possibly beyond with a hard cock, fist or dildo. Otto just waited and watched the gangbang continue, knowing full well that his little doctor fuck buddy and sex-slave was enjoying herself immensely now that she thought her fat, throbbing clitoris was safe from his threats. This latest fiasco involving the choice of patients and her failure to keep him appraised of the situation troubled him more than he liked to admit. He secretly hoped that Dr.Ellis could turn her around, because if he couldn't Otto had to start looking for a new sex-slave. There were a couple of fresh faces on the nursing staff that had some potential, but they lacked the panache associated with having a doctor as his live-in slave.

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       It was a very slippery slope that Margaret Baugh had chosen. Her nephew's role in this event was being exposed completely, including his weaknesses that she knew he possessed even before then. Now Helene Corday also knew of them and she would make the most of it. What began to bother Margaret was the fact that perhaps her weaknesses had come to the surface and she was just as vulnerable as her nephew to the wiles and strength of her protegee'.        

       "I hadn't noticed the weather for obvious reasons, but it was rather windy and very cold, the first hint of the approach of Winter. Tonight was going to be special, based on the way I was being prepared. My hands were cuffed behind my back, pads were taped over my eyes and towels wrapped around my head, leaving me unable to see. I began to obsess concerning what his plans for me were to be. I was still stark naked and now totally helpless. What was my fate to be this evening? Outside we went with me ahead, breaking the strong wind that was blowing in gusts that almost knocked me over. Occasionally he would slap me on the rump and cause me to move in the direction of the crashing waves. I was covered with goose bumps from a combination of the chilly wind and my concern about what he had planed to do to me this evening. We suddenly stopped and I was ordered to sit down on what seemed to be the line of demarcation between the dry sand and the wet beach frontage."

       "I was unable to even guess what he was preparing. Then I heard the muffled sounds close by. They continued for a time and then his hand took hold of one of my ankles and before I could react, he tied it to something small. His hard, flat voice warned me in no uncertain terms not to struggle or he would drown me in the ocean and my body would be pulled out to sea and never recovered. His threat terrified me and I started moaning and shaking to no avail. Now my other ankle was wrenched to the side and fixed to another object. Now he leaned close to me so I could hear his voice. My blood froze and I thought my heart would stop as he casually informed me he was going for a long walk and would return in time to release me if I swore to do his bidding tomorrow before he freed me to return to the mainland. Naurally I promised him anything, including all my possessions, in exchange for my freedom, but he merely laughed and squeezed one of my hard nipples until I thought he would separate it from my breast. Then he cuffed me soundly a number of times to remind me of how much I was at his mercy, then there was silence except for the crashing waves."

       "Time passed; how much I could not begin to imagine? It wasn't until the first kiss of ocean water forced me to realize just how vulnerable my position was. Freeing myself from the things holding my ankles seemed to be in order. Once loosened I'd get to my feet and move back away from the rising tide. Naturally what might happen to me when he returned to find I had disobeyed his order to remain was another issue entirely. Survival was my only objective at the moment. He had set the trap and now I was falling into it. My efforts to free myself were unsuccessful, which added to my fright and confusion. The first waves washed over my feet and then soon after another group went to my knees. I was frantic! My body twisted and turned in a vain attempt to escape the bonds holding me in this vulnerable position. More and more of my naked body was being submerged with each passing minute or was it hour? I had lost track of time, only the rising tide held any interest for me."

       "The chilly water was beginning to weaken my muscles to the point that I was unable to even move against the power of the ocean waves that now were creeping closer and closer to my head. I lay on my back and stretched my body to its limit in hopes of keeping my head above the water level. Then the first wave broke over my entire body, drenching the towels that had been wrapped around my head and tied in a way to keep them from slipping away as the water struck them full force. Now there was a new enemy, the towels! The water was seeping through them and interferring with my efforts to breathe. I panicked and lost what little intelligence I retained. All that did was increase the amount of salty, cold water that was covering my face through the towels, especially my nostrils. I was on the verge of dying from suffocation and lost control of my bladder and bowels. I got a mouthful of salty water and as I coughed it up, a second wave sent more liquid into my nose and that was the end of me."

       "When I awoke he was standing over me. I was still hysterical despite being freed from whatever had held me fast to the sand. He reached down, grabbed my hair and dragged me to my feet. Then his knee sank into my belly and I vomited up the remnants of what I had ingested while I was unconscious. Pulled erect once more I was helpless to prevent the next knee that flattened my vulva and sickened me once more. I was on my knees when his fist struck the side of my head and once more I was taken to a dark place. Why he didn't beat me to death actually surprised me. At this point all I wanted was closure, that too was not to be just yet. I had been disobedient and must be punished for this transgression. That took place the next day."

                       (To be continued - lex ludite)