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Abstract: Things do not go well for our hero who is thwarted in his attempt to
rescue his two charges from the Japanese video crew. Returning to the lodge, he
spends a brief interlude renewing old acquaintances with Candy and her two sex
bomb daughters. The local sheriff manages to locate the video crew and sweat out
from them where they left the women after finishing up their shoot. Things don't
look good as the pair has suffered some big time injuries. While they wait for
the arrival of the client who will make the decision on who does what to whom,
our hero joins the deputies in exacting some major payback from the video
director and her two dominatrices.
It began to dawn on me that these two bitches had set me up for what was
happening. They must have gotten to the client way before I did. I could just
hear them bitching about my absence and the fact that I was overreacting to
everything they wanted to get involved in. I was being set up for the big fall;
no matter what I did, it would be the wrong response. At that moment I decided
to just kick back and watch the Japs ruin these two freaks. If they didn't care
about what happened to themselves, why should I?
I had to hand it to the director, she sure was a ball busting bitch if
there ever was one. I began to wonder what she'd look like with two gallons of
piss in her belly. The trouble was I couldn't get past those dark glasses to
imagine what kind of a look would be on her face. Her crew was flying around
like a bunch of crazed monkeys preparing for the next scene which would feature
Dina taking a combination enema and the water cure simultaneously. The director
had changed her mind and decided that the scene needed to be souped up some,
which explained the addition of the enema to the water cure. On top of that, the
lady in charge decreed that Dina's big purple tits would remain tied off since
she liked the color contrast they provided.
I watched them fill up two gigantic red rubber enema bags with water;
those babies were bulging by the time they got done. Meanwhile another part of
the gang was running a length of plastic tubing from a water tap located in the
next room. Then they screwed around getting a fitting put on the tubing so
another smaller length of tubing, that would be forced down Dina's throat, could
be mated to the fitting. No one paid the slightest bit of attention to the
unconscious Miranda who looked to be in some kind of a coma from all the
electricity they'd put through her. I walked over and checked to see if she was
breathing and managed to confirm that she was still alive. I laughed to myself
as I imagined what that twat of hers must feel like after taking all that juice
for as long as it had. Then I remembered she was a big pain slut and decided she
would probably start getting off the minute she regained her senses.
For the next hour I watched the gang try to get the combined enema and
water cure thing going. The director was going crazy as one false start followed
another. On the first try they managed to make Dina swallow the tubing but then
the fitting started leaking and they had to halt shooting to repair it. Then
after they got the fitting fixed, it turned out that the guy running the water
tap couldn't hear the director's instructions and he nearly blew out Dina's guts
as the water poured down her throat and made her look like a blimp in less than
a minute and a half. The director had a shit fit over that screw-up and called a
halt to the proceedings so she could tear the guy a new asshole. Meanwhile
nobody was paying attention to Dina who was turning blue and literally drowning
as she lay on the floor with her belly bulging out to the point that she looked
like she'd explode any second.
Finally one of the flunkies discovered that the star of the video was
only a few seconds from being dead from suffocation. All hell broke loose and
somehow they managed to get the tubing out of Dina's throat and let her puke up
what looked like a gallon of water from her nearly ruptured stomach. At this
juncture in the proceedings I began to get a little nervous. One more screw-up
and they might have at least one corpse on their hands, which also meant my
hands.I did not want to be around to explain that one to the local authorities
or to whoever was in charge of this little clambake.
Dina was revived, checked out by the director and pronounced ready for
another take. This time she decided that the teen would take at least a full
enema bag to get her belly nice and round before the tap water came rushing into
it and really blew her up. So I watched another take, and it went off pretty
good. Dina's belly got nice and round from the first enema bag and then it
really began to grow as the tubing writhed like a snake and fed a torrent of
water into her stomach. The director clapped her hands happily and then ordered
that the flow be turned off so a couple of the actors could begin beating the
teen's bloated belly with rubber hoses.
Soon Dina was doing her best to give a pretty good impression of a
fountain. There was however one little fly in the ointment; the tubing that Dina
had swallowed remained in place and made it very difficult for much water to
escape no matter how hard they beat her bulging belly. So there was another
interruption in shooting while the director and her aides put their heads
together to try to work around this little obstacle. All I could do was watch
Dina's tits turn from purple to black and if anything, get a little bigger. From
the way the teen was shaking and twitching I knew she was in some pain, but how
much was anyone's guess at this stage. I decided to trust the director on how
much was enough for the star. That proved to be a very bad decision on my part.
The next time they bloated Dina, the tubing was removed from her throat
before they began to beat her bulging midsection with the rubber hoses. The two
guys took turns hitting her as hard as they could as they knelt on either side
and went to town on the teen, who by now started to look like a beached whale. I
noticed that what was coming up was tinged with something that looked like
blood, which made me concerned enough to grab the translator and warn him that
my charge was taking more of a beating than I had agreed to. He in turn passed
along my concern to the director who sneered at me.
That was that, so I punched her lights out, knocking the dark glasses
off her face as she went ass over tea kettle to the floor. I moved in on her
quickly and gave her ribs a few good kicks that had her curling up into a ball
as she gasped for breath. The crew backed away, not wanting to incur any trouble
from yours truly. I bent down and grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her
scrawny frame onto her feet. Then I let go just along enough to sink my fist
into her belly, making her double over and lose her lunch or whatever she ate
last. Like the true gentleman that I am, I waited until she caught her breath
before putting my knee where it would do the most damage to her internal parts.
She went down like she was pole-axed, clutching her guts which she probably
throught were going to fall out before she hit the floor.
I had one of those tough choices to make, continue to beat the hell out
of the lady director or get Dina out of this freak show before they ruined the
teen for life. I stomped the bitch good as she babbled in Japanese. Then I
gestured to the crew to take their boss out to the next room. I needed some time
so I could get Dina in some kind of condition that would allow me to get her out
of here. They vacated the premises, dragging the semi conscious director with
them, and I got busy reviving the teen and trying to make her understand that
her life was in danger. She was too far out of it to understand what I was
saying. She started to resist my efforts to get her to her feet. I was too busy
wrestling with her to see the sneaky guy who came up behind me and turned my
lights out.
When I came around it was dark and I had the mother of all headaches. It
hurt to move my head and it only got worse as I attempted to get to my feet. The
room started to spin and I just leaned against the wall and rode out the storm.
From what I could make out in the darkness the place was deserted; everyone
including Dina and Miranda had vanished to parts unknown. I got very nervous at
this juncture. I hadn't exactly made a lot of friends with my assault on the
director and the threats I'd made to some of the other flunkies that worked for
her. I considered myself fortunate that the only souvenir I had of my brief bout
with stupidity was a lump on my head. I carefully moved myself from one wall to
another and gradually made my way from the building. It was dark outside. I
couldn't read my watch, so I just started moving in what I remembered to be the
direction to the main complex.
I made my grand entrance, interrupting an educational demonstration that
featured a skinny lady of indeterminate age and two orangs who were doing some
very interesting things in the way of coupling with their human partner. I'd
seen plenty of scenes where two guys held some bimbo in midair while they
simultaneously skewered both her holes. The orangs had taken this classic
position to new heights by hanging off the skinny woman and doing her fore and
aft as she staggered around the stage trying to keep some semblance of balance.
The meeting coordinator, that's what he called himself, and I sat down
for a long chat about the missing Japanese video crew and my two charges. At
first he tried to blow me off, saying that there was no official connection
between the Japanese and his group. I refused to buy into that and informed him
that I'd have to report my two lady friends as missing to the local authorities,
since I'd last seen them in the company of the video crew which had now decamped
for parts unknown. I also casually mentioned that the local TV station just
might be interested in my bird's eye view of what had been transpiring down in
this little secluded neck of the woods. To clinch the deal, I also informed him
that my client, the husband of one and father of the other, was going to be a
bit put out when he discovered what happened down here. When I mentioned his
name things got sort of quiet in our room. I knew I was bluffing on some of what
I said, but he didn't know which parts they were, while I did. We soon came to
an accommodation of sorts.
About an hour after our meeting I received a visit from the local
sheriff and one of his deputies. At first they tried leaning on me and when that
didn't work we got down to business. I gave them a description of both women and
managed to also provide them with a recent, a very recent picture of Dina that
had been suitably edited to protect the innocent or what passed for innocence in
these parts. I also did my best to describe the director and her crew, but
frankly they all looked alike to this round eye, and it didn't help that the
three babes wore sunglasses all the time. They told me to hang around for a few
days while they beat the bushes for my charges as well as the Japanese video
crew.
That turned out to be a most enjoyable time. It seems that Candy and
her two hot boxed daughters, Sugar and Honey, were still at the complex although
the bonsai folks had mostly left. Honey was a bit tired from her exertions,
after all, being a part of the welcome wagon when you're as young as she was
will take something out of you, especially while others are putting plenty of
other stuff into you. She still had some whip marks and a few miscellaneous
bites and scratches from some of the more overeager folk that wanted to become
her friend, but she still was happy to let me introduce myself to her in all
three of her main holes where I left deposits to show my appreciation for her
bedroom skills.
Naturally I had to pay some attention to her sister, and Candy also was
bound and determined to show her two sex bombs that mom still was the queen when
it came to separating me from my cum. For the record I became friend number four
hundred and eighty-five of Honey, who evidently had been kept quite busy at her
duties. Despite all the activity that had transpired in the area of her asshole,
Honey was still amazingly tight. Sugar let the cat out of the bag, confessing
that all of them used a special ointment that shrank their orifices for upwards
of twelve hours when applied properly. Unfortunately it could only be applied
once every other day because of some scary side effects that had been observed
by other users.
After my session with the trio, I slept for nearly fifteen hours. When I
awoke I discovered that I was one of the few folks left from the clambake.
Unfortunately the Sweets, as I called Candy and her daughters, had departed, and
I never did run into them again. I wonder how the old man reacted to the news
that I'd gotten Sugar's anal cherry. I'll bet there was hell to pay when that
news came out. I did however find out that my old fuck buddies, Fanny and
Florence, the two country school teachers, were still registered. Unfortunately
the grinning hotel clerk informed me that they were entertaining a group of
students and their teachers from the local high school and they'd left word that
they were not to be disturbed unless the hotel was burning down.
A few hours later I heard from the sheriff. These guys weren't the usual
type of rubes you find in rural areas based on what they had come up with.
They'd used the Internet to access every auto rental location within two hundred
miles, and had come up with a couple of names that sure sounded like they might
belong to the gang. From there they put out an APB to the counties between here
and where the Japanese were going to return the vans. They got a match and were
interrogating the video crew at the sheriff's station here in the county. They
wondered if I'd like to participate and help them sort things out. In less than
an hour I was being ushered into the interrogation room located in the basement
of the sheriff's station.
I didn't recognize the three women without their sunglasses, and they
weren't wearing any clothing either. It looked as if they were auditioning for
another torture video, only this time they were in front of the camera and the
local deputies were dishing the hurt out big time. The trio was hanging from
their wrists from hooks in the ceiling, their feet about six inches off the
floor. Once I got over ogling all the Japanese pussy, two were as bald as
billiards and the one with the muff had to be the director, I sorted them out
quickly. The skinny babe in her early 30s was indeed the director. Currently she
was a little banged up despite the fact that the deputies were only using
standard issue rubber hoses, the special type designed to leave very few marks
when used on a recalcitrant prisoner.
They told me that she had a nasty mouth even though they didn't
understand a word she said. They had decided to calm her down a bit by having
her subjected to a full body cavity search by one of the female members of the
staff. Big Rhonda usually answered the phone and made coffee for the deputies,
but she could be deputized in a pinch and so they had her come down and do the
dirty work while they took pictures and enjoyed the view. Rhonda was a team
player and knew what they needed from her, so she delivered.
She palmed the evidence they needed, and managed to get her fist up the
Jap director's cunt. It took her some time to get more than her fist into that
tight channel, but after putting some muscle into it she worked about half her
forearm up that twat as the woman's eyes tried to bulge from her head. When she
pulled her slimy hand out of that well stretched hairy muff she held a glassine
packet which appeared to contain some kind of dangerous drug. It was duly
entered into the log and then the deputies enjoyed the view as Rhonda tried to
get her fist up the Jap's asshole, but even this powerful woman was unable to
breach the tough sphincter guarding the director's shitter. Rhonda lost her
temper at that point and proceeded to punch the director's lights out, landing a
couple of good solid punches to her face after softening her up with some low
blows to the groin.
The other two, the dominatrices it turned out, were a whole lot smarter
than their boss. They just hung there and smiled at the deputies who were having
a grand time playing with their tits, which were firm and of good size for
people of their ethnic persuation, and running their fingers up and down those
baby smooth slits that promised so much if only they could get in a more
comfortable position. Despite their best efforts at teasing, they too were
catching some good whacks from the rubber hoses, but unlike what the deputies
were dealing out to the one with with the mouth, these two were taking it across
the ass and the belly rather than having their tits flattened and their cunts
split like rotted wood.
If I wasn't so worried that my two pain sluts were on the verge of death
somewhere, I would have joined the fun and taken some more revenge on that
skinny bitch of a director. Instead I asked the sheriff if I could have the
translator brought in for a little chat. I went with a deputy and picked out the
guy. As we walked back to the interrogation room I filled him in on what was
going down and where he fit into the grand scheme of things. As soon as he
walked into the room and saw the director taking it across her tits from two
deputies using their belts this time, he decided to cooperate, especially since
I had told him that the sheriff already had some hard evidence that his boss was
in possession of narcotics which was a bad thing to have happen in this country.
It didn't take him long to tell us were they had left the two freaks
after the lady director was finally finished turning them into twin chunks of
quivering meat. He was told that if the women were still alive and not too badly
hurt they all would walk away after the video ladies took care of the sheriff
and his men for their troubles. On the other hand if the bimbos were dead or in
a bad way, he at least would get less jail time than the rest of them for
cooperating with the law enforcement people in finding the victims. I went with
a couple of the deputies and an ambulance that joined us just before we got to
our destination.
It was not a pretty sight, even for these hardened law enforcement
types. The skin on much of Dina's tits had broken open from the pressure
developed by the swollen flesh beneath. Her blue-black left tit flopped across
her chest wall because the muscles that supported it had been cut by the metal
wire that had been used to noose it tight. Her right one was also grotesquely
swollen and black, but because for some reason the wire had not yet sliced
completely though her tit flesh and reached the vicinity of her pectoral muscle,
it still remained relatively firm. Her body was a mess from the hundreds of
welts, bruises, cuts and burns that covered it from her neck to knees, both back
and front. She had a deep rope burn around her neck; obviously she had been hung
for some time during the making of the video. Her feet were swollen to nearly
twice their size because the soles had been beaten with perhaps rubber hoses or
even a cane. It was too early to ascertain if any of the bones in her feet were
broken. As bad as all this was, it was the sight of most of her rectum
protruding from her anus that made even the ambulance attendants look away.
Miranda didn't look as bad as the teen, the most obvious damage seeming
to be her fingernails and toenails which had either been split or removed. Her
face was so swollen that she was unable to open her eyes. One of her nipples had
been cut off and the wound cauterized. Her cunt appeared to be one big bruised
and burned hunk of swollen flesh. Further examination done at the hospital
emergecy room revealed much more significant injuries. Miranda's skull was
fractured in at least two places, her jaw was broken, at least six teeth had
been knocked out or broken and the eye socket and cheek bone on the left side of
her face were fractured. Later on, brain scans indicated some serious reduction
in her ability to reason and react to certain stimuli. This was probably caused
by the combined effects of her skull fractures and the loss of a substantial
number of brain cells due to the tremendous amount of electricity that had been
passed through her brain.
The bottom line was that both females would live, but the prognosis for
a complete recovery of their physical and mental faculties was not optimistic. I
was given the task of breaking the news to my client. He did not take it well,
not well at all. He threatened me with all sorts of violence until I told him I
had plenty of witnesses to support my story that his wife and daughter had
willingly gone with these freaks and put themselves in harm's way despite my
best efforts to stop things from getting out of hand. I also reminded him of the
call I'd made a few days ago and what he had told me then. Things got a little
quiet on his end of the line and so I hung up on the SOB.
There still was the matter of what to do with the video crew and the
three women that were being held in custody. The sheriff was of the opinion that
he had to prefer charges considering the amount of serious injuries that had
been caused by these people. I argued that my client would have to make that
call since it appeared that Dina and Miranda had entered into this deal
willingly. In fact later it was discovered that both had signed some type of
waiver releasing the director from any responsibility for the injuries that
might be caused in the making of her tape. Attached to this waiver was the
script that I had originally seen when I first talked to these folk.
After we kicked matters around, the sheriff decided that the crew should
be allowed to go back to Japan, but the three ladies would remain in
"protective" custody until a decision could be reached on whether to charge them
with any criminal activity. I couldn't help but grin when I heard him use the
word, "protective". The big smile I got from him in return told me that there
was going to be plenty of payback going on in his little jail for the next few
days while we awaited the arrival of my client. |
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