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The Best Laid Plans

Part 27

                         The Best Laid Plans - Chapter 27



       Otto amused himself by urging his friends to even greater excesses when it came to humiliating his sex slave. The young doctor was raped, reraped and raped again by the army of fiends who showed her no mercy and seemed to be in a contest among themselves, open to both sexes, for the title of ultimate rapist and destroyer of cunts. What he witnessed warmed the cockles of his black heart, but at the same time he began to become concerned that his plaything was so far beyond her limits she would be worthless as his contribution to the plans that he and Dr. Ellis had for her. Otto was on the verge of calling off the mass rape when his partner arrived.


       The physician didn't seem to be bothered by what was going on, in fact he seemed pleased at the efforts the gang of brutes, sadists, tops and dominatrices were providing. With any kind of luck their efforts would reduce the young doctor to her lowest denomination, making it easier for him to rebuild her in his own image, so to speak. If his plan came to fruition Olivia would become his first convert, believing only in him and what he taught her. Had Otto been able to read the physician's mind, he would have been upset, perhaps even angry. Finally at a signal from Dr. Ellis, Otto called a halt to the proceedings and suggested that everyone leave, thanking them for their assistance and promising more to come in the very near future. This was a stretch, but neither he nor they knew that.


       Once the last of the rape gang had left the premises, they took a close look at what remained of Dr. Olivia Graves. She was semi-conscious, her eyes mere slits, glazed and not responsive. Her naked body was covered with fresh cuts, bite marks and cum in various stages of drying. She was bleeding from the mouth, cunt and asshole. It was her asshole that was their main concern, not only bleeding badly but also distended to the point the sphincter muscle had been torn in numerous sections. One tear in particular worried Dr. Ellis to the point that he began treating it immediately and warned Otto that she might need hospitalization. He was caught unprepared for that situation, but the physician assured him that there were ways to have her admitted to the hospital without anyone being the wiser. Once again the male nurse was in his debt and the interest on this debt was rising rapidly as Ellis continued his examination of the totally brutalized woman.


       He finished stitching the muscle tear and turned his attention to her bloated, bleeding cunt. A few tampons plus a sanitary napkin stemmed the tide, freeing him to do more stitching, this time her vulva. Her outer cunt lips had been nearly chewed off and in some spots torn loose. Her inner lips had been abraded by the constant friction generated by the many dildos that worked in and out of her cunt for lengthy periods of time. So now they were swollen to a size that nearly closed her cunt for any type of sex. All he could do was sprinkle antibiotics over the wounded regions to minimize any infection that might have begun. He would need access to the hospital's facilities to assess the real damage that had been inflicted on the victim.


       Her face had taken a lot of superficial damage, but nothing that would leave scars. Both her eyes were now swollen shut. Her lips were split from end to end with the deepest fissures at the corners, probably the result of having her mouth stuffed to beyond its capacity by cocks, fists and other items. There was a small lump on the jaw line and a variety of cuts and bruises decorating her lopsided face. A quick check of her mouth indicated some loose front teeth, but no teeth broken or cracked. Her fat tongue was cut in some places, probably by her chewing on it when the pain level was beyond her ability to enjoy. There were other cuts distributed around the inside of her mouth, but none of a serious nature.


       Olivia's tits were a mess, plain and simple! One of her nipples was missing and based on the scab that had formed over the missing flesh, it had happened many hours ago. There were the usual bite marks in profusion and on almost every square inch of those bloated bags of flesh. Besides the teeth marks there were regions where sharp fingernails had removed most of the skin and even excavated the flesh beneath them. The number of bruises was difficult to count since many overlapped other bruises to give a panorama of colors that could challenge a rainbow. One of her tits was much more swollen than its mate, evidence that there were more right handed punchers than left. Her wheezing was a very bad sign, indicating some internal damage, hopefully no ribs had been broken, but X-rays would be required to properly assess that portion of her injuries. By then Otto had lost most of his cockiness as the physical damage he had allowed to happen grew by leaps and bounds. His partner in this endeavor didn't help matters by whistling and shaking his head, as more and more injuries were unearthed. As usual Dr. Ellis was exerting his leadership in this venture, making Otto a junior partner as time went by and his extreme self-indulgence in violence was made more apparent.


       At long last Dr. Ellis pronounced Olivia in stable condition and it was time to show his partner a few tricks he had up his sleeve. He grinned and asked Otto if he would like his sex-slave to become a total sex maniac and willing to do anything he ordered her to do? Before the male nurse could answer that question, he added what if she looked like a hard-bodied teenager with an IQ to match her age? At this point Otto's eyes were so wide it looked as if they would pop from their sockets any second. Still not done, the physician pulled another rabbit out of his hat, so to speak. This one blew away Otto. It was his holy grail. Suppose his sex-slave could take any kind of pain and punishment, short of death, and recover within a few days or at worse a month, without any sign of what had happened to her body? Since she would have only rudimentary intelligence, nothing could damage her mind, short of a lobotomy.


       As he finished talking, Dr. Ellis opened his little, black satchel and removed a few vials of some type of liquid and a rather large hypodermic needle. Once some of the liquids were transferred to the hypodermic, he smiled at his partner and asked him to pay close attention to Olivia, who was still unconscious. The nurse was taken by surprise when the physician plunged the large needle into the entrance to Olivia's cunt and thumbed the reservoir until it was empty. The battered doctor made no response to what had just been done to her body.  A confused Otto Bauer looked over at him and shrugged his shoulders, his face beginning to cloud as if he had been made a fool. Dr. Ellis held up his hand, nodded and pointed to the unconscious woman. Olivia's swollen eyes parted slightly and both hands went for her crotch.


       This delayed reaction caught Otto off guard and it took him a few seconds to realize what his battered sex slave was doing. Olivia was digging into her cunt as if it was hiding something from her. Ellis laughed and told his partner he had not seen anything yet. True to his words the doctor's lopsided face took on a look of bliss as what she was seeking was found. It took little time for her breathing to become irregular and tremors to begin racing through her bare body. Animal like grunts issued from her split lips, as her digging grew more frenetic. She began sweating profusely, her movements random and spastic, as if she was on the verge of some kind of seizure. Now she was jamming her fingers into her mouth, sucking off whatever had been accumulated on her hands, her actions akin to a young child or baby trying to feed itself. Dr. Ellis laughed even harder and told the nurse of Celeste's reactions to the drugs.


       "My star patient took a little time to get started, but when she did there was no stopping her. Celeste's sharp fingernails made a bloody mess of her well manicured twat as she did her best to dig a hole in her cunt that went down to China. When I tried to calm her she nearly scratched my face. Fortunately I was carrying my mini cattle prod and used it to knock her senseless, but even that took full power for many, many seconds before she finally collapsed into a twitching lump of oversexed, female flesh. The next time I used the drugs on her, she was strapped down and gagged for our mutual protection. The results were even more interesting, but I digress. Right now your little bundle of fuck meat, despite what she's been through, is quite capable of taking on everyone that just left and eating them alive. However, no more parlor tricks until the damage that's been done to her is addressed by some professionals that owe me a few for past favors that I don't care to discuss. Now it's time to send your little roommate off to la-la land."



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       The damage had been done, but Margaret pressed onward. At this point all was lost and she knew it. One look at the way Helene's face had tightened and her body stiffened told it all. She was ready to spring and Margaret and her nephew were the prey. It did not matter; she wished to be free of the burden she had been carrying with her for much too long. Better a new, well deserved servitude, to replace this onerous burden that was with her night and day, even intruding into her dreams. The dreams were the worst; they both frightened and shamed her. No matter how they began, the endings were always the same.


       She and Jon were behaving like a pair of animals, doing all the forbidden things and reveling in the feelings they produced in each other. Seconds away from their goal, the prowler would make itself known, usually by a deep throaty cough or snarl to let them know they were unmasked, exposed as sinners. It took some number of frustrating dreams before the identity of the prowler became apparent. It was Helene, displaying her power and warning them of what was in store if they didn't cease this forbidden relationship.


       Margaret did her best to control her anxiety and with a deep breath took the final step in her degradation and what it would mean for the remainder of her life.


       "I steeled myself for what awaited once we returned to his place, but my fears proved unfounded. He escorted me, still soaking wet, to the room where I slept and left me in darkness, warning me not to cause any trouble or suffer the consequences. Somehow I managed to fall into a fitful sleep, awakening a number of times in darkness my body shivering but none the worse for my latest experience. For a time Jon occupied my thoughts, and I feared the worst for him. He was a gentle soul and not strong. What damage had those hellions caused in his innocent psyche? The only thing that kept me sane was the realization that tomorrow was the last day of our imprisonment under his discipline."


       "I was sure of surviving whatever he had planned. How very wrong this view proved to be, and how quickly it became apparent that once more he had outsmarted me. I was to suffer mightily before he let me go, damaged to a degree that was almost impossible to accept for many months afterward. Unbeknownst to me, his baleful presence was now embedded in my psyche. What my mind thought was freedom was some cruel charade he had implanted in my brain. It took many long months before I was willing to accept the fact that he had damaged me well beyond my own estimates. Ultimately it led to this point in time and my total capitulation to whatever fate my new mistress wishes for me."


       "I was awakened that terrible morning by a kick to my ribs, delivered by my lord and master. He pushed me towards the bathroom where a very unpleasant surprise was waiting. The dank room was lit by flood lamps located in the corners, giving it a much different atmosphere, almost sterile. The bathtub showed traces of calcification from the hard water used on the island, and the makeshift shower was dripping ominously, adding to the atmosphere surrounding me. Hanging from the shower rod above the tub was a bulging red enema bag, ready for use. I shivered in dread, knowing full well that it was meant for me."


       "No sooner had I wondered about the children, then they made their appearance. He smiled and welcomed them, then asked me if I was happy to see them as well. I remained wordless, a great mistake. I was unprepared for the slap across my face, and his heavy foot stamping down on the arch of my foot. The pain was unexpected, which made it all the more distressing. I could hear the simpering from Winifred and the barking noise from her brother that substituted for laughter. It was then, through the tears that blurred my vision, that I caught sight of the pair. They stood side by side and they were stark naked! To add to this scene from one of my most recent nightmares, Winifred was toying with her brother's penis, which was rigid. The young girl's words froze my blood."


       "The other one is ready whenever he is needed. He seemed to be very glad to see Walter, his prick got hard almost immediately. Naturally I was insulted at his behavior and he had to pay dearly for it. While Walter pissed down his throat, I squeezed his stones until his prick shriveled up to almost nothing. Then I made him drink the pee we left for him last night and by the time the last drop was in his belly, his prick was hard as nails and ready for his bride. I hope she is as excited about his prick as he obviously is about her twat."


       "Her remarks brought slight smiles to the faces of the two males and utter devastation to what remained of my mind. The prospect of coupling with my young, relatively innocent nephew made me sick. Was there no limit to what this monster was capable when it came to demeaning me?  The nightmare began with my master acting like a movie director by posing Winifred and me while Walter ran the video camera. The floodlights and camera looked quite professional but not brand new. I shuddered to think that I was just another in a long line of victims that had fallen into his trap. My musings were abruptly ended by a slap across my bare bottom. It was strange to realize that being naked in their presence held no fear or feelings of embarrassment. They had broken my will in that area. By now my master could have taken me to the city and ordered me to walk down its main thoroughfare stark naked while he filmed the activity that I would generate just before being arrested for public indecency."


       "Winifred sat on the edge of the tub, her legs parted, fingers holding apart the outer lips guarding her vagina. I was told to stick out my tongue and attempt to reach the entrance to her pussy as she called it. I strained but was unable to reach my goal, which was exactly what my master wished. Now the girl began teasing me about my inability to reach her pussy that she claimed I loved to worship. He was unhappy about my facial expression and struck me on the side of my head making my ears ring. Winifred took over, grabbed my hair and used it to guide first my tongue and then my mouth to lock against her surprisingly wet and salty grotto. I began sucking almost automatically and she crooned that I did that so nicely she was going to give me a reward. My attention was focused on what I was doing and so when she released the contents of her bladder into my mouth I was taken aback and began choking and sputtering as he zoomed in for a closer view of my humiliation. So began my day of depravity."


       "He took the camera and Walter exchanged places with his sister. I was ordered under pain of serious pain to begin sucking the youth's penis, which had hardened somewhat while he captured my initial humiliation at his sister's hands. Now Winifred was given the task of beginning my enema as I hardened Walter to his limit. Then as the enema contents began their wending way into my colon he had me lick his testicles until they glistened. The first cramp hit me and I shook from the discomfort, knowing full well that it was only the first of many to run through my body as I sweat, shivered and tried to focus on other things. Try as I might the growing pressure now developing in my lower intestine loomed larger and larger, making everything else fall away into the background."


       "The little imp from hell was now toying with me, opening and closing the clip that controlled the flow of water into my bowels. I lost my focus and paid a price for that gaffe. Walter boxed my ears with open handed slaps that left my head ringing and yet my hearing had disappeared. That infernal camera was now only inches away from my face and the tears that flowed steadily down my cheeks at the pain and degradation being heaped upon me. I had lost my way completely and now they took terrible advantage of my vulnerability. My mouth opened upon Walter's command and his stiff shaft entered, paused for a few moments to add to my fear, and then poked into the back of my throat causing me to choke and bring up some bile that covered his penis. He held my head steady and began ramming his cudgel deep into my throat as I trembled and feared for my very life. It was becoming more and more difficult to take a breath between the battering he was giving me."


       "What might have saved my life came from of all places, Winifred. I have no idea if it was designed to assist me or just a random act of impishness, but her activity broke the struggle between her brother and me. For the moment I was saved, but only for the moment as it turned out. She had opened the clip full and started to use the nozzle to torment my spasmodic colon and distended anus, jamming it in as deep as she could. Of course my master captured every second of this cruel act. Walter, on the other hand, decided to ejaculate into my face and announced his intention so that the camera would capture every second of my utter humiliation. Furthermore he also made sure I understood that it would be my responsibility to clean up the mess he created on my face, and woe to me if I failed to lick up every drop, regardless of its location. I knew I was doomed and wondered what type of punishment was in the offing."


       "What can I say about what transpired. I sucked the youth's penis and listened to a litany of curses and threats to my person. By then I was numb, letting things occur at their own pace, regardless of the affect it had on my earthly existence. Still I was taken off guard by the burst of semen that exploded from his sex organ, which by then was less than a few inches from my eyes. My response to protect my eyes was too late and closing my eyelids only captured the sticky, white fluid that was already burning my pupils. Despite my closed eyes I could see the flashes of bright light that exploded every ten or fifteen seconds to the accompaniment of Walter's barking in lieu of laughter. He was taking photographs of my face now buried beneath a layer of drying seminal fluid. Listening to the laughter that issued from the other two only added to my distress."


       "My master urged Winifred to be quick about finishing my irrigation. I was thankful for the slightest hint that I was more than just a plaything. Of course my interpretation was inaccurate as I was to discover some time later. Walter insisted that I clean my face using only my tongue. His father overruled him, but still every drop of that slimy stuff was scooped from my face and presented for me to ingest. His sister joined the fun and between the two of them they managed to transmit almost every trace of Walter's ejaculation from my face to mouth. Even then, they added to my misery by demanding that I keep his ejaculate in my mouth until I finished voiding the huge enema that Winifred had administered to me. Periodically one of them would demand that I open my mouth and show that Walter's semen was still lodged inside my mouth. At long last the cramps had ended and so they had me take a cold shower to rid my body of every trace of my utter humiliation, not for any concern over my well-being, but because I was about to be taken to the main bedroom for the next phase of my degradation. What more could these fiends have planned for me for the rest of the day? I would soon discover to my dismay."



                       (To be continued - lex ludite)



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