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The Best Laid Plans

Part 14

				The Best Laid Plans


				   Chapter 14


Abstract: A falling out between Janet and her peers yields some new plans for
adjusting Brandi's attitude. Alvin's idea of using the teen for a backstop is
well received and immediately put into effect. Meanwhile Randi continues to work
on her sunburn as she broils on deck, being teased and tormented by Claire about
Brad's failings. Claire sodomizes her with a huge dildo, but is interrupted when
Brad does a disappearing act. On another front Margaret continues to describe
her week of slavery, as she is degraded in all manner of ways. She encounters
the violent side of her captor and develops new fears and insecurities that eat
away at her self esteem.




	While Janet was getting tips from Ralph on how to make Brandi's life
even more miserable, the other teachers were discussing matters among
themselves, having become a little disenchanted with the behavior of their
fellow educator. They in turn were coming up with some ideas on how to make
their captive remember that they too had some creative ideas for hurting her
most vulnerable places, such as those tits that looked as if they could take
some further serious whipping and perhaps stand another bout of high temperature
action, precluding branding. As for that swollen oozing cunt, a number of the
teachers thought it could handle a major fisting from more than one of them. 
Bart, the arts teacher, wanted to pack it half way full of hot sand to get her
attention before he put on a protective glove and began fisting her until she
bled like a stuck pig. "I'll bet she won't look down that snotty nose at me any
longer after she gets a taste of that." The men laughed and gave him high fives
for his idea.

	Jason suggested that they tie off her tits while they discussed more
ideas for torturing her today. "No matter what we come up with, if her tits have
doubled in size before we start working on them, it will only make matters worse
for Miss Stuckup." Alvin wondered aloud if her cunt might be suitable for more
fucking now that it had been cleaned out in the quarry. There was general
laughter at his remark and some comments to the effect that he was turning into
a pervert if he wanted to fuck that diseased swamp of a cunt now, rather than
waiting until it had been certified free of STDs by a physician. Alvin's
response was that he'd wear a double rubber and to make it more interesting he'd
coat the outer one with some liniment that the farmer used on his horses. "I'll
bet that shit will take the lining off her cunt if I use it on her." William
responded that he liked the idea and he was game to have a go at her as well.

	They were having such a good time planning more terrible things to do to
their captive that they failed to observe what Janet was up to until Brandi
began shrieking and begging as she strained against her bonds. One of the
splinters had burst into flame and was still burning, on its way down to that
sensitive flesh below her toenail. Ralph was standing beside the teenager
watching her writhe in fear and agony. Janet was leaning over, hands on her
knees, staring fixedly at the burning splinter that she had coated with resin
from the tree. She looked over to the teachers and hollered for them to gather
up more splinters so she could soup them up for their captive. A couple of them
started to respond to her order before the others stepped in and rebuked them.
Janet's face clouded in irritation and she advanced towards her peers. That
proved to be a big mistake.

	William distracted her by moving towards Brandi who was screaming her
lungs out as the splinter continued to burn down. Janet turned to confront him
and that gave Jason his opportunity and quickly he put Janet into a choke hold
and began squeezing the air out of her as she struggled fruitlessly against his
attack. A couple of the girls joined in and helped the men restrain Janet. One
thing led to another and soon they began tearing off her clothing until she was
down to just her bra and panties. Some rope was found and soon her hands were
tied tightly behind her back as she cursed and squirmed in the grip of Jason.

	It was then that Alvin, the history teacher, kicked her squarely in the
cunt. She went limp for a moment from the shock of the blow and then her face
began to grow pale. Alvin moved in for the kill and hooked his fist into her
groin, a vicious blow that made her vomit all over herself. Her legs turned to
rubber and Jason did not help matters by increasing the force he was applying to
her windpipe. All the while Ralph and his buddy just watched the fracas and made
no effort to intercede in Janet's behalf or interfere in the process as it
unfolded. The French teacher finally passed out and while she was unconscious
they hobbled her legs with more rope and looped a coil around her neck and tied
it to the fence rail some ten yards from where Brandi was.

	The teen was none the worse for wear, the splinter having burned out
just before it reached the barrier between her toenail and the skin beneath. The
male teachers huddled to discuss their agenda for handling what was left of
Brandi. William and Alvin were hot to give Brandi's well stretched asshole some
further attention. There was general agreement that this would be a good way to
finish her off provided she wasn't in good enough shape to handle the horse.
Jason took it as an action item to discuss the matter with Ralph and Larry, and
if they were up for it, to arrange the time for the great event to occur.

	When he got back to the discussion, they were talking about letting
their dates take a run at Brandi if they were interested. It was pretty obvious
that Janet's girlfriend would be first on the list. To the surprise of most, at
least two other girls had already talked about this possibility with their
dates, Bart and Alvin. Based on that limited sampling, it was decided to set
aside an hour for the ladies to do their thing with Brandi. Naturally the guys
would be monitoring the action to make sure that nothing got too much out of
hand.

	It was then that William came up with another brilliant idea; one that
might somewhat mollify Janet, who was obviously fuming right now. Once the girls
had their hour with the teen, there would be a fuck break so that the two
teachers eager to fuck Brandi's asshole could have their opportunity. His view
was that ass fucking the teen had nothing to do with her later taking on the
horse. The teen's cunt would naturally be the target for the horse's gigantic
cock, since her asshole would be torn apart if used instead, no matter how often
it had been fucked by the teachers. His argument won them over.

	Then for the grand finale there would be a cat fight to the finish
between Brandi and Janet, no holds barred. Both would be naked and wearing
leather gloves to prevent serious scratches from being made on each other's
faces. The fight would only end when one of the contestants was out cold. The
winner would then be allowed to stomp her victim for thirty seconds before the
contest officially ended. Everyone was confident that Janet would utterly
annihilate her opponent, which might act to calm her down over being prevented
from burning Brandi seriously. It was Bart who observed that damaging her toes
in the way Janet was planning would probably cripple her for weeks, not the
smartest thing to do if they had to face her parents and explain how that
happened.

	Alvin, who had been kind of quiet since his outburst with Janet, now
made a suggestion that took a minute to sink into his buddies. "How about a
little game of pitch and catch?" He said. His comment was met with quizzical
looks from the other teachers. He smiled broadly and added, "I have an old
baseball in the van. What say we do some pitching and Brandi does the catching?"
Jason broke into laughter and then it swept over the group as they realized what
Alvin was really saying. To make sure that they understood his idea he
innocently asked, "Who wants to help me prop up our catcher on the fence rails
so she can provide us with a good target?"


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	Randi had a hard time grasping just what she had seen. It was difficult
to believe that the poor wretch who had just been put over the side to suffer
untold misery from the elements was her husband, who only a day earlier had been
filled with confidence that their lives would be vastly enhanced once this trip
was concluded. Now she was beginning to question whether either of them would
survive intact. She was living a nightmare, one from which she could not seem to
escape. Jennifer reminded her she was not done with the job of cleaning up her
dripping cunt by grabbing her hair and using it to twist her neck back and
forth. She resumed licking the brunette's cunt mechanically, her mind elsewhere
as her tongue moved up and down Jennifer's soaked trench, mining all the goo
that kept oozing from her recently fucked twat. She  didn't even remember
Jennifer finally taking her leave to get in out of the blazing sun that was
slowly sapping Randi's strength.

	Suddenly she was aware of the presence of Claire, come to torment her
with deeds and words. The plump, peroxide blonde was sheltered from the rays of
the sun by her parasol which she occasionally twirled as she added to Randi's
depressed state of mind. "Enjoying the sun my dear? You seem to be getting a
little red, and I could almost swear that your little starfish is beginning to
change color as well. I've brought something that might take your mind off that
nasty sunburn you're getting, but first let's have a heart to heart talk, just
us girls."

	The last thing that Randi needed was some help or advice from that evil
bitch who gloried in debasing and abusing Brad, her husband, as well as herself.
That didn't stop her from listening to Claire's honeyed tones as she went on and
on about what Randi should be doing to protect her future. "Your husband is weak
and has no future with the company, and in my husband's opinion, no future in
any position of authority or responsibility. Since Vladimir is technically your
weak, rash husband's direct supervisor, it will be his recommendation that any
company will seek if they are considering Brad for employment, so you know how
those opportunities will turn out." Her words were like a knife being driven
into Randi's belly and slowly turned as her guts spilled onto the deck.

	"If I were you, I'd be thinking about the D word and seeing how much I
could get out of him before he goes under completely. Let me see, you two do
have a teenaged daughter, don't you? What kind of a future will she face if
she's being raised by a parent who is effectively penniless? From what I hear
she's quite a hot looking girl if you like the tramp look, which seems to be so
popular these days. Perhaps she can turn professional and keep you and herself
going by selling her body." Claire laughed heartily at her own joke before
continuing her verbal onslaught.

	"My husband might help you in that transitional period while you're
trying to land another meal ticket. He has all sorts of contacts and in exchange
for your personal services I'm sure he would be most happy to assist you in
finding yourself again. Naturally I'd also be interested in learning a bit more
about some of the kinkier aspects of your personality. I must confess that I'm a
little jealous of the fact that you are a major league pain sponge; that is a
big attraction for Vladimir, but I have to observe that to date you haven't
lived up to your billing, but we all have our ups and downs." All Randi could do
was swelter in the sun and grind her teeth in frustration at the words she was
hearing; words that had some element of truth in them.

	Claire leaned closer to Randi so she could lick the sweat from her ear
and whisper, "Now for that little surprise I have for you. I'm sure you'll
recognize the entrenching tool I'm going to show you. I intend to coat it with
some of this special ointment that will take your mind off the sunburn that's
really beginning to look rather severe in my opinion. Not only will your mind be
occupied in more productive ways, my little tool will be opening your asshole up
to the point that Big Ben's cock might be able to penetrate it without tearing
up your passageway too badly. He has been telling me how much he's looking
forward to tearing your shithole up, now that he's torn your weak sissy of a
husband a new and much larger one. I hope you don't bleed too much because if
you do, you'll probably have the same hot poker as they used on your husband
jammed up your butthole. It doesn't take a genius to figure that even a pain
sponge like you will react rather negatively to having that done."

	She mentally sighed when Claire produced the long, thick hunk of black
rubber shaped like a cock. She'd taken bigger, but that was when Randi was
younger and in perfect shape, ready and willing to take anything that her
friends could dream up to do to her. In those days she'd do almost anything in
hopes of getting the ultimate sexual thrill from the pain. It had never
happened, and as the years passed, her energy and courage waned; her confidence
gradually being replaced as she developed little nagging fears to substitute for
what was now missing from her persona.

	Today Randi was almost frightened at the sight of this monster, knowing
that her sore, well used asshole was going to have a very hard time of it as
Claire worked it between her sunburned ass cheeks, able to put all of her weight
behind it to force it deep into her colon.  Then there was the issue of the
ointment. Randi knew full well that whatever it was, her insides would itch,
burn, or crack from the chemical that would be transferred to the tender mucus
membrane that was the last barrier before she felt the fires of hell being
ignited deep within her body. She wondered if she'd scream when the pain got to
that certain level, just before she believed that she was about to die from the
assault on her nervous system.

	Claire chuckled and pressed the bulbous head of the fake cock against
her victim's anus, holding it poised to enter her rectum. She wanted that pain
slut to have a chance to think about what was going to happen to her asshole,
already weakened by the last assault from Big Ben's cock. Then she leaned
forward and watched Randi's starfish expand and then begin to swallow the thick
rubber invader. So far the woman had given no sign that what was occurring was
causing her any difficulty. "That will never do." Claire thought to herself and
gave the dildo a vicious push that forced another couple of inches into that
sore anal channel. Randi's cheeks clenched in response to the pressure that was
being generated by the rubber.

	The blonde grinned and pulled back on the toy until perhaps only a half
inch remained imprisoned within her victim's asshole; then she jammed it deep
with every ounce of strength that she possessed! Randi's rectum was breached by
almost six inches of this terrible tool. She groaned and the groan turned into a
wavering sound that almost was a sob as Claire pulled the dildo from side to
side, stretching that tight tunnel with each movement. She noticed a bright red
line developing as the sphincter ring began to split at the point where it had
been previously opened by the sailor's huge cock. This time the wound was deeper
and quite a bit wider. Claire could hardly wait to see Randi's reaction when she
lubed this torture toy up with that fiery ointment and put it back into her
quivering asshole.

	For the next five minutes or so Claire applied her considerable muscle
to finally bury almost ten inches of the thick, hard, black rubber dildo into
Randi's colon. Her victim was moaning constantly from the pressure and pain. The
blood flowing from her split sphincter was flowing down the insides of her
thighs and pooling on the hot metal beneath the woman's sunburned body. Claire
gave the dildo a couple of hard thrusts to see if there was any further inroad
it could make into Randi's spasming insides. Satisfied that she had plumbed the
depths of her prisoner, Claire began the agonizing process of removing it, slow
inch by slow inch, all the time dragging it from side to side to tear at the
sensitive mucus membrane that was guarding the walls of her colon. Claire smiled
in triumph when Randi's shoulders began to shake as she tried to suppress the
urge to scream out against the pain that was approaching her limit. Claire only
grinned and savored the moment that would come when she rammed the ointment
coated dildo into Randi's bleeding asshole.

	Claire hummed away as she carefully coated the top half of the dildo
with the special salve that she had obtained from an acquaintance who was a vet.
She was wearing nylon gloves that she had also been given to protect her hands
when she applied the ointment to her "horse". The vet had warned her that the
animal would react stongly to the salve which would generate intense heat within
its strained muscle. Claire had been hard pressed to keep a straight face while
she carried out this charade. At the time she had no particular individual in
mind as the first test subject. Now she was delighted that Randi Barnes would be
the one to suffer the agony associated with this terrible compound that would
likely make her feel as if her asshole had caught on fire and the heat was so
intense that her tight tunnel was literally melting.

	Suddenly there were voices shouting, then screaming. She looked up to
see two of the crew racing towards the spot where the metal frame which held
Brad Barnes helpless was located. "The god damned thing has broken loose, get a
rope on it and be quick about it!" One of the crew looked over the side and
began screaming over and over, "It's gone, the fucking thing is gone! He's
fucking gone, there's no trace of where he went down! Tell the helmsman to turn
this boat around and do it quick!" It took a few seconds for what she had heard
to register on Claire. Then she jumped up and raced to the side of the yacht,
looking towards its wake and seeing nothing. There was no frame and no Brad
Barnes, he was lost forever.


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	Margaret was somewhat distracted by the sight of Helene toying with
Jon's tightly constrained genitals, fondling his bagged testicles and moving her
hand up and down the length of his leather sheathed cock, causing it to twitch
from the stimulation she provided. Helene looked at her mentor with a
mischievous smile and observed that it would only take one or two more strokes
to cause him to ejaculate, a most interesting event in view of the fact that his
seed had no place in which to escape. Then she patted her new slave and gave
Margaret her undivided attention as the story of her week of slavery continued.

	"I awoke very early the next morning, shivering almost uncontrollably
from the chill that had settled in the room. To generate some warmth I wrapped
myself in the blanket and paced back and forth in my little prison cell, waiting
for my lord and master to arrive and begin the humiliating morning rituals. I
noticed that I did not have the urge to urinate, no doubt caused by the lack of
any water yesterday. I was also quite famished, and hoped there might be an
opportunity to have something to eat  today.That was not to be the case. I don't
know whether he was an early riser, or my activity had awakened him, but the
door opened shortly after I began my pacing and he gave me a signal to follow
him down the corridor to the bathroom."

	"I began to dread this room, since it seemed to be only a source of
discomfort and humiliation for me. Today was the same as yesterday. Down came my
panties, once more stiff with salt from last night's excursion into the ocean,
and over the edge of the tub I went, as degrading an experience as I had ever
endured. Before the week was over, I would experience things that made this
little ritual pale in comparison. I waited in this humiliating position as he
filled the large red rubber bag to the top with cold water. Already he was
beginning to break me down to a lower level of existence, for I found myself
hoping that my enema might some day contain warm , not cold water."

	"The way he callously inserted the cold plastic nozzle into my rectum
forced a gasp of anguish from me. It was as if he was deliberately trying to
hurt me with every part of this embarrassing act. Now the cold water began to
flood my insides, causing my teeth to chatter from the chill. It felt as if a
block of ice was growing within my body, sucking away all its heat. My shaking
grew more pronounced and for the first time I heard him react to my discomfort.
He began to chuckle from somewhere deep in his throat. At the same time he moved
the nozzle in and out of my rectum, giving me something new to cope with this
morning. Once or twice he actually pulled it totally from me and let the water
spew over my buttocks which pebbled quickly from contact with the cold water.
Then he jammed it back into my body with a cruel thrust that brought a sob from
me. I was rewarded with a smack on my bottom, a hard blow that stung at first
and then decayed to a smarting or tingling sensation, almost in a sense an echo
of the slap."

	"The first wave of cramps raced through my shivering body, to be
followed by a second and then a third set while my intestines continued to be
filled with water. A dull ache that soon turned into a pain began radiating from
my stomach as the first drops reached that organ. My body began to move
reflexively, automatically responding to the pressure and pain that was being
generated. I broke into a sweat even though my body felt cold, almost
clammy.Once more my backside absorbed a vicious slap from his heavy hand, and he
muttered for me to stay still or else he'd really give me something to react to.
I was terrified, fearing the worst was about to happen, since I had no idea how
to control the reactions that were occurring within my body. Then abruptly the
enema was over and done, however the agony persisted for a time. I quaked in
utter terror, my resistance failing, my discipline deserting me, when I heard
him say "Behave like this again and I'll  plug you tight and let you stay that
way for an hour."

	"He oversaw my release of that horrible enema and announced that for the
remainder of the day I was to be naked, since the salt contained within my
panties appeared to be irritating my flesh to more than his liking. I thought it
strange that he should be concerned about anything having to do with my well
being, but I accepted his decree with something akin to happiness, another sign
of my psychological deterioration. All went as well as could be expected until
early in the afternoon when I committed an unpardonable crime in his eyes and
paid a stiff price for doing it."

	"I still had not been given either food or water and I could not resist
the temptation to take a swig  from the tap while I was doing the dishes.
Unfortunately he spotted me in the act and before I knew what was happening he
had slapped my hand containing the water away from my lips and sent me to the
floor. He towered over me, his face a mask of anger. He feigned at striking me
and I cowered like a whipped dog beneath him. Then he began filling the other
sink with water, all the time keeping me pinned to the floor with this
malevolent gaze that struck fear into my very being. "So, you want water, do
you?" He asked. I shivered, wondering what my punishment was to be. It was not
long in coming."

 	"Suddenly he reached down and grabbed my hair in order to drag me to my
feet. Before I could regain my bearings, he shouted, "You can have all the water
you want. Drink your fill!" Then he plunged my head into the sink and kept me
there despite my struggles to escape this water filled torture chamber. I 
almost immediately began to take in water through my nostrils and mouth. Unable
to breathe, I was sure that he intended to drown me like an unwanted kitten. My
efforts to free myself from his powerful grip failed and then he yanked my head
from the water just long enough for me to cough and gasp for air. Then under I
went once more, and this time I remained that way until I passed out, certain I
was about to die. As you can plainly see that was not to be my fate. There were
times later during that week of servitude when I did wish that he had kept me
submerged until my lungs burst."


				( To be continued ) 



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