THE UNINVITED - The Nanci Report- Chapter 15
The Uninvited
The Nanci Report - a fine line between reality and fantasy
Chapter 15
Randy and Bill were the first to check on Nanci the next morning.
Just before the first break in darkness the two of them tramped onto the porch where the trembling woman stood, still moving from one leg to the other to prevent the cramping from getting worse.
Randy slapped her butt and inquired if she had enjoyed her little stay communing with nature.
-"I like that little jig she's doing," - Observed Bill as the girl continued to hop from one foot to the other.
-"Let's get her inside and tear off a piece before those other folks wake up and start in on her again," suggested Randy.
Once again they untied her and brought her into the living room. Pushed the exhausted girl down onto the coffee table and took turns pounding away on her, alternating between her tight cunt and even tighter throat. They took their time, enjoying the suffering they were causing in their victim. They drilled out her cunt with hard deep strokes, and when they tired they moved to her throat, using that tunnel to get a coating of saliva applied to their cocks to soothe the skin that had been rubbing against her cunt walls as they skewered her tight, dry twat.
Randy enjoyed wrapping his big hands around her neck and squeezing while he reamed out her tight tunnel and watched her face turn blue as he slowly strangled her. Bill was attracted to her big firm tits that he slapped viciously in rhythm to the thrusts he delivered into her sore fuck box.
At other times he would maul them, grabbing the firm bags of tit meat and then twisting and jerking those meaty mounds in a fruitless effort to tear them from her chest wall. All the while Nanci's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, staring blankly as they pummeled her bare body.
To Nanci, being on her back, even while being brutally ****d and tormented was an improvement over standing there in the darkness shivering and wondering if the next wave of cramps might be the cause of her death by slow strangulation.
Once they had filled Nanci's cunt with their first loads of the day, they marched the naked woman over to the barn where the others were bedded down.
On the way they tormented her by mentioning how potent their cum was and with any kind of luck between them and the other guys she would be well on her way to motherhood before she left the farm tomorrow night.
Randy roused his guests while George took care of his pack of dogs, now fully awake and tied at the end of the barn, making sure they were properly fed and watered, and ready to put on a show for the assembled guests.
Two of the men took the opportunity to avail themselves of Nanci's sexy body, driving their hard cocks in and out of her sore cunt without any concern for her gasps and grunts as their cocks stirred up the two loads of cum that were already marinating within her.
By the time they had finished loading the girl up with some fresh cum their companions were awake and looking for breakfast.
They marched Nanci back to the farm house and turned her over to Randy while they had breakfast.
Randy took the girl to an enclosure that was used to temporarily house farm a****ls such as pigs and horses. The pen had three rails, the topmost nearly six feet high. Nanci offered little resistance as he began roping her to the rails.
The teen's arms were stretched out along the top rail, roped at the wrists, elbows and upper arms; the coarse fiber sinking cruelly into her tender flesh as he cinched them as tight as he could before ****ting them. For the first time, he brought water to her chapped lips, she fought the pain and drank from his cup...
While he waited for Bill to assist him in fixing Nanci into a position that would allow her tormentors almost total access to her naked body, he amused himself by tormenting her big bouncy breasts, punching them flat as she grunted and sobbed, then twisting her nipples until she shrieked in pain, then pulling on those tender nubbins to see how far he could stretch them. Her outcries brought George
over after he finished taking care of his dogs.
The three men raised Nanci so that her legs could be spread apart and roped to the middle rail in much the same configuration as her arms. They stepped back and took in the erotic sight of the teen's fuck box spread wide for the taking. Her crotch was now a little over three feet from the ground, almost
in perfect position for some good old country style fucking.
The coarse ropes had nearly disappeared into her firm thighs and shapely calves. The other hitches that held her knees and ankles to the rough wood were cinched so tightly that her feet were already beginning to change color from the restriction in blood circulation this was causing.
Brad and Jim walked in and grinned at Randy and they laughed.
- "Let's give her a test drive to make sure everything fits. I'll take her asshole, you do her cunt." = Said Brad
They argued good naturedly, Brad claiming that since this was his idea, he should have first choice as to which part of the girl he got. They finally compromised at taking her in both holes, with Jim starting off in her ass.
Brad had to hold on to her tits as he rammed his hard meat up her front fuck tunnel, standing on tip-toes to get inside that warm, moist tube of flesh.
Because of all the brutal fucking the girl was getting, her body was beginning to adjust to it by producing some lubricant to ease the pain associated with the scr****g of her twat.
-" See? Randy was right, this bitch loves this, look at how she drips !!" - Panting, he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts
Both men agreed that her asshole was at the perfect height for some serious cornholing. They could get tremendous leverage by holding on to the rails or reaching around and grabbing her tits while they attacked her tender asshole. As the "test drive" continued, some of the others drifted over to where the action was and began lining up for their crack at the helpless girl.
It was going to be a very long morning for Nanci.
Once Brad and Jim were done taking their test drive, they stepped back and let the group have some fun with the hapless woman.
The women made sure that the men were hard and ready to go, ******* and using their mouth on their dicks to get them ready to ream and pound Nanci holes.
Under those circumstance and in the frenzy of the moment, It didn't take long for them to dump the contents of their churning balls into Nanci's dripping fuck tunnel, or gaping asshole. Even Jen, donned her strap-on and stepped up onto a small box that the guys have helpfully provided so she could drill out Nanci's box without difficulty. The other women moved around so they could torment Nanci's raw, gaping back channel. They took turns jamming a baseball bat they had found nearby into the girl's sore asshole until she began bleeding.
The men started to complain that the way she was roped to the railing precluded them from being able to throat fuck her.
One enterprising Bob clambered up until he was supporting his entire weight on her trembling thighs.
He took two handfuls of her hair and used them to stabilize himself as he began to make her swallow his semi-rigid pole, which with every stroke into her mouth became harder and longer. Soon snot was pouring from Nanci's nostrils as he choke-fucked her savagely, being urged on by his companions to make her puke all over his dick so they could take in the sight of Nanci having to clean her own ***** from it.
The ever helpful Randy retrieved a second wooden platform that allowed all of his male guests to take a turn having Nanci suck or swallow them. One of the women broke the ice by pissing in the girl's face, holding her steady so she could drench Nanci from eyebrows to chin with her acrid offering.
Randy and Bill roared with laughter as three of the women nearly drowned the guest of honor in
piss. Toward the end of this particular humiliation the helpless girl was forced to swallow everything they could deliver from their bladders.
Once the men were done pumping more cum into her front and rear entrances as well as Jen battering both channels with her trusty strap-on, they took a break, leaving the worn-out girl to hang limply from
the ropes holding her to the railings. Her reduced response during the last round of ****s had them upset. Once more it was Randy to the rescue. He suggested to take some time off to have breakfast. He asked Cheryl to tend to Nanci and wash her as her skin was getting increasingly soiled with so much exposure to fluids of all sorts.
The group retired from the little room... Epetha stayed behind as well.
She turned to Cheryl...
-"Hey girl, what's going on? How long have you guys been up to this?" - A look of alarm was now obvious on her face. - "It is quite exciting, gotta admit, but this is getting out of hand, specially that George guy, gives me the creeps" -
She turned to Nanci
-"How are you holding on girl?" - She stroke lovingly Nanci's disheveled hair, wet with sweat. The girl looked back at her with sunken eyes and she smiled, a small smile and she just looked down again. She turned to look at Cheryl - "Are you sure Randy is telling the truth when he says that Nanci was actually asking for this?" -
-"I wasn't sure at the beginning either, but look at how she orgasm every time she's put through the test..." - She turned to Nanci. - "Nanci, what do you want girl? Do you really want this?" -
Nanci lifted her head and she nodded imperceptibly...
Cheryl shrugged and set herself to lose Nanci's bounds. With Epetha assistance they help the wounded woman stand up and they headed back into the house, crossed the packed living room and ignoring the crowd headed to the end of the house were the washroom was. Some looked at them but continued on their animated chat.
Epetha turned on the water on the bath tube... - "This will be better than the shower honey, it will help relax you muscles. I have the feeling you will need all the rest you can get" -
They helped Nanci step into the tub filling rapidly with warm water. Both women took to the task of removing every spec of dirt from Nanci's light skin. The bruises on her body were now evident .
Nanci just sat motionless while the other two cleansed her body and washer her hair... a moan escaped her lips when Cheryl set her legs apart and used the soft towel to clean Nanci's sore pussy...
-"Well, you see girl why you can confuse people? Do you like what I am doing?"- Her eyes opened in surprise.
Nanci stifled a veiled smile and nodded...
They were done shortly after.
Cheryl turn to Epetha - "Can you get something to dress her in? I think she had enjoyed enough nudity the last 24 hours"- She chuckled.
The black girl left the room and approached Randy who was standing behind the little counter that doubled as bar
-"Randy, Cheryl is asking for something to dress Nanci on it. Her clothes, or what is left of it are completely useless"-
-"Of course, I have just the right thing for the occasion, come with me" - He walked towards the bedroom opposite to the washroom and started rummaging in the small closet. He pulled a thin and shiny fiery satin red robe - "Yeah, this will do.. it's being waiting for long time for this occasion, also..."- He paused, handling the robe to Epetha and walked towards the dresser beside the entrance, pulled open the last drawer and pulled a still sealed pair of red mesh stay up stockings and a pair of also red stilettos. He turned to the girl - "Gotta make sure our guests are properly motivated" - He laughed
Epetha took the items in her hands and headed over to the washroom - "Randy, I never thought you were this kinky bastard, perhaps we should talk more often"- She giggled an left the room.
-"Here's Randy's concept of appropriate attire for the party" - She chuckled handing over the clothing to Cheryl had already helped Nanci get out of the tube and was well dried, wrapped in these two large fluffy towels.
_"Ok honey, let's get you ready so we can go home soon"- Said Cheryl while kneeling in front of Nanci and helped sliding the stockings over the girl fair legs. They did a good job at masking some of the bruised left by the ties
When both stockings were don they helped Nanci on the red stiletto shoes. Nanci was by no means a tall girl, curvaceous yet petite, but the view of her in the stockings and the 4" made her look stunning.
-"Whoa, girl... you look hot in those, you should wear these things more often"- Nanci smiled back.
Epetha placed the robe over Nanci's naked body and tied the sash around her waist. - "There you go honey, you're really going to let the b**st out of those outside !"-
The three of then walked out into the hallway and walked into the living room. A collective gasp escaped some mouths at seeing Nanci in such an unusual outfit
-" Yeah baby, that's more likely" - Said Bob - "I can't wait to get my hands on you" - A drip of saliva ran down at the side of his mouth, as his tongue traveled over his lips.
The pack faces revealed a renewed feral characteristic ... definitively a****l in nature
The group stood up and with Nanci firmly held by some of the men, headed back to the barn
It was nearly noon and so while George, with the assistance of Brad and Bob set up the dog run, the
rest prepared lunch. Nanci was taken over to the fence and retied so that she was more easily accessible for those interested in a little pussy or ass before eating.
Bob and Jim decided to take advantage of what Nanci appeared to be offering. There was no doubt that even after what she had been put through, she still was an awesome collection of curves and hollows that would tempt all but the most hardened of men. Particularly wrapped in that sumptuous satin.
Soon Jim was pumping away inside her tight twat while his fellow enjoyed the talented mouth and tongue of their prisoner.
The people helping George were fascinated by the arrangement that was to feature their guest and the ten dogs who seemed most eager to get down to the business of skewering her front and back. They put up a low wooden board hinged so that it could be split to accommodate the head and hands of whoever was to occupy it.
It was nothing more than a copy, a fairly good copy, of the kind of restraining device used to confine criminals and other riffraff during medieval times. Long spikes were driven into the ground to make the stock secure.
Nanci would be forced to kneel and then her head and arms would be placed into the stock to hold her securely. George showed them the heavy canvas that would be strapped over her back to protect it from being scratched and ripped up by the dogs as they took turns mounting their bitch.
The dog pack that would be entertaining their charming guest was astonishing in its diversity. There were ten a****ls in all, each a different breed, and all of them fairly large and well muscled. George assured them that the dogs were also very well hung for dogs and had been trained by him personally in the fine art of fucking the human female.
He did admit that Nanci would be the youngest bitch his dogs ever had a chance to fuck, and one of the very few that would be expected to handle this number of a****ls.
- ”I had one dame who had been caught cheating on her husband and she agreed to taking on all the dogs while her husband taped the scene. I understand that he shows it fairly regularly at parties and other get-togethers they have at their home. He claims his wife is a changed woman ever since her close encounter with my dogs. I wonder how that small-titted, tramp will handle the experience." - He described with glee
Most of the presents had their mouth hanging open, but they laughed at his remark and headed toward the tables where lunch awaited them.
As the group ate, George regaled them with a description of the pack and some of his previous clients. Well within hearing distance, Nanci struggled against the ropes holding her fast and salivated at the sight and smell of food.
They had not fed her since she had been taken, and despite all the pain she was having, her appetite was in good working order. She could also hear the dog handler describe in all its gory details what was about to befall her once they were done eating.
Was there anything that she could say or do that would prevent them from carrying out this fiendish plan to have her ****d by a pack of dogs?
She tried to shout at them, pleading her case. Finally Jen sauntered over and jammed a rag into her mouth and warned her not to disturb the diners or she'd get more than just an afternoon's outing with the dogs.
To emphasize her threat she twisted Nanci's nipples until tears rolled down the girl's cheeks.
George explained that this was his hobby, and a rather profitable one at that. He intended to tape the afternoon's gang **** of Nanci by his a****ls and sell carefully edited versions to his many clients. He mentioned that Randy would be getting a copy as his fee for arranging the meeting between George's
dogs and Nanci. Naturally many of his companions at the table inquired about obtaining copies as well, but were a little put-off by his asking price.
Without missing a beat George segued into a description of what would be happening during the afternoon. His pack was to be divided into two groups; one would have access to Nanci's hind quarters, the other her open mouth. For the first round the girl's asshole would be securely plugged to prevent any ******** access.
For the second round when the dogs switched positions, it would be her cum-filled cunt that would be placed off limits. There was a collective gasp from the group when they realized what that meant. Since his dogs were quite capable of delivering three or four loads of hot thick dog cum in an afternoon, they would likely be allowed two turns on her hindquarters as well as her mouth.
He observed that by the end of the session she'd be loaded with dog sperm. - "That little belly of hers will be positively bulging from all the cum my dogs will have poured down her throat." - He said those last words so matter of fact that it sent shivers down the spine of some of the present
Nanci put up a tremendous struggle when they untied her and tried to get her into the narrow dog run. They removed her robe exposing her naked body deliciously enhanced by the sexy stockings and high heels.
The terrified girl actually broke free and made a frantic dash for freedom. She was tackled and for her trouble received a number of kicks to her ribs and when she still offered some resistance Randy
caught her in the pit of the stomach with his heavy shoe.
The girl puked up mostly bile as her belly contracted from the pain. They dragged the sputtering brunette by her hair over to the entrance to the enclosure she would occupy for the better part of the afternoon.
It only took a few minutes to get Nanci into the stock and strap the canvas onto her back. It took a pair of them to hold her steady enough for the O-ring gag to be jammed into place, forcing her mouth wide open.
Finally George brought out a rag and rubbed it over her face as she shook her head from side to
side in hopeless frustration. He produced another rag and rubbed it up and down her fat-lipped cunt. Both had been seasoned with the scent of a bitch in heat.
Then to complete her preparation, he shoved a rubber bung between her firm rounded cheeks and locked it into place. Nanci was now ready to meet her a****l lovers.
Randy stationed himself at one end of the run and George the other; his group of dogs would have access to her swollen cunt. He nodded to Randy and the two of them opened the cage doors and out sprinted an Akita, heading for Nanci's seasoned cunt while a mastiff raced toward her open mouth. In just a few seconds the dog from Japan had mounted the girl and was frantically poking its red cock, already dripping with pre-cum, into the vicinity of her tight twat. Meanwhile the mastiff placed his front paws on the top of the stock and pounded away at the girl's wide-stretched mouth with his long length of dripping red meat.
The 90 pound Akita finally sank his cock into Nanci's dry cunt and began battering it in a frenzy of movement, its nearly eight inch organ moving so fast that it appeared to be a blur to the group surrounding the run.
The huge mastiff also found its target and the massive ***** thick cock began poking at the back of Nanci's throat, gagging her and bringing tears to her eyes. Within a minute the Akita was painting the walls of the girl's sore, stretched cunt with spurt after spurt of cum. The mastiff wasn't far behind, jets of its seed splattering against the back of the girl's throat and some even discharging from her nostrils.
Nanci's face began to flush as she had difficulty catching her breath as the flood of a****l semen continued to pour into her mouth.
By now the Akita's **** had locked the two together and the dog was busily trying to extricate itself from the wet embrace of Nanci's sodden cunt.
It was now that the canvas came into play, protecting her from the mindless clawing of the dog as it struggled to get loose. This was the first of the twenty times that this would occur and both dog and woman paid a price from this struggle. The situation with the mastiff was different because its **** did not interfere with its escape from Nanci's mouth. Everyone watched the struggle of the dog to escape from its target and George carefully e*****ing the spent mastiff into a third area which would hold all those who had taken a turn with the light haired girl.
It took less than an hour for the dogs to make their first pass through the light haired girl's cunt and mouth. The group stood transfixed as a dizzying variety of dogs ranging from a Rottweiler to a
Norwegian elkhound took a turn burying their stiff prongs into the girl.
George proved to be a very humorous emcee, introducing each dog and describing its ancestry, before allowing it to be turned loose on its bitch, Nanci. His comment to the effect that Nanci might be the first American to be fucked by a Russian wolfhound, also known as a borzoi, brought roars from the group.
There was a short pause so that Nanci's swollen, raw and dripping cunt could be plugged tight, and her even tighter asshole seasoned with the rag. In this round it was a malamute, an Alaskan sled dog that had the first chance at the Nanci's rosebud. Getting its hard length of cum dripping dick past that
tight ring of muscle guarding her rectum proved to be quite a challenge for the a****l and it didn't finally enter her asshole until the **** hound face fucking her had already blown its wad of thick dog cum into her mouth and down her throat.
Ass fucking the girl was no easy task for the first couple of dogs since her butthole was still quite tight. However after a couple of ****s had stretched her colon to its limit, she was gaping pretty good when the retriever, a large, dark bundle of sleek fur weighing close to a hundred pounds punched his way into her asshole and began drilling it out at a ferocious pace.
By this time Nanci's mouth was swollen from the fierce battering that had been delivered by the dogs using that opening, and she could only provide an occasional croak when she took a particularly brutal thrust into her bleeding asshole.
The last dog, a German shepherd, finished his assault on Nanci's worn-out asshole and pulled free once his **** had shrunk. The onlookers exchanged smiles in some cases and eye-popping expressions of shock in others when the ***** bloody prick slipped from the girl's gaping hole from which issued bubbles of crimson froth.
George declared an intermission so that he could check on his dogs and make sure that Nanci was able to handle another run at her cunt.
The shell-shocked girl stared off into the distance, her lovely face now a slack mask, while blood seeped from her mouth. The relentless attack on her face had left her gums and tongue swollen and cut from the hammer-like blows that the chiseled prongs of the dogs had delivered for nearly two hours.
George made sure that his dogs were still in good physical condition before letting them go for another run at their bitch. He let them have as much water as they wanted since it was a very warm day. Nanci had to make do with whatever the dogs deposited in her mouth as they took their third run at her.
George checked Nanci and decided that her cunt was by now a bit too loose for his tastes. He solved that problem with a small sack of alum, a powerful astringent that as it gradually filtered through the porous container would tighten the girl's ravaged flesh making her more acceptable for his dogs. He pushed it into the girl's dripping cunt and used a small stick to poke it further up her fuck
channel, pushing a wall of dog cum towards her cervix.
After making certain that Nanci's asshole was protected by the bung wedged deep inside her, he made sure that the girl had enough seasoning to keep his dogs in a frenzy. He carefully rubbed the sodden rag over her cunt lips and a few inches into her cunt. He did the same to her propped-open mouth. He gave a wave to Randy that he was clearing the area, and took up his position, watching as the first dog, the Weimaraner, growled, a deep rumbling sound indicating his readiness to mount his bitch once more. He caught Randy's eye and yelled, - "Let 'er rip!" -, releasing the first dog as he shouted.
The two dogs arrived at their target almost at the same instant and there was a brief scuffle punctuated by yelps and barks as they coupled themselves to the girl's holes. The mastiff reared up on its hind legs and quickly began thrusting its red length of meat deep into her mouth, actually contacting the back of her throat on occasion, causing her to gag and retch. The other a****l was ramming his hard length of dog cock into her sore swollen tunnel making her scream from a combination of fright and pain. By the time his **** swelled up, locking them together, Nanci was hysterical, sobbing and making guttural sounds whenever her mouth wasn't being filled with the dripping tool of her dog attacker.
The audience was silent, stunned by the fury that these a****ls were displaying. A few of the women actually turned away, but not Jen, her eyes riveted on the scene taking place before her. As she took it all in, she was already planning what kind of things she would do to her foe once she had her back.
She wondered if she might be able to purchase a trained dog from George for her own
entertainment. It might be possible to recover the cost of the dog and its upkeep by selling pictures of Nanci and her doggy lover on the Internet or perhaps having private showings of the two lovers enjoying each other's company in the privacy of her back yard.
The dogs continued to hurtle out of their holding pens and smash into their helpless prey as she slowly became as much of an a****l as they were. Load after load of scalding canine cum was splattered over the walls of her battered cunt, joining the remnants of the previous offerings that she had absorbed during this warm day on the farm. Toward the end of this latest exercise in total humiliation, there occurred a few problems.
Nanci started to choke on a huge load of cum that had caught her by surprise and wound up going down the wrong pipe, as they say. The girl panicked and soon was unable to breathe. It took some time before anyone realized that she was choking to death.
George sprang into action and pulled the crazed dog from his victim, risking some skin but managing to restore the girl to something resembling normalcy. He declared a brief recess so that she could fully
recovery. Then as luck would have it, the very next a****l created the same problem just as the one filling her cunt with cum became locked tight to his bitch. Between the choking and the frantic attempts of the other dog to free himself from Nanci, it was touch and go before order was once again restored.
Nanci stayed conscious, but neither saw, heard or felt anything for the rest of this stint as the pack's bitch in heat.
George and Randy held a brief meeting after round three had run its course. Nanci did not look well at all; her eyes were unfocused and she was drooling uncontrollably. There was a trickle of blood coming from her battered cunt and she shuddered violently every few minutes as if reliving some terrible
experience.
George broke the bad news to the group. - "It looks like our guest of honor is through for the day when it comes to doggy loving. Guess she's not ready for prime time when it comes to taking on my pack. Now don't worry none; she's still available for lots of other fun and games, but we'll need a short break to swamp her out so she'll be nice and fresh for whatever you good people care to try out on her between now and nightfall." -
There were a few suggestions that were argued.
Jen stepped up to the plate and hit a grand slam. - " I want to make sure that this stuck-up cunt has a constant reminder of just what kind of trash she is; sort of a souvenir of her little outing this weekend. I'm sure that marking her ass cheeks and maybe putting another smaller mark in the vicinity of this whore's cunt might be just the way to get her out of this funk. One thing's for sure; she'll never be able to wear a bikini in public again. Then once she's wide awake, then we can hang her by those tits and see how much skin we can whip off that pig's body." - When she finished speaking there were nothing but nods and grins from her audience; Jen's suggestions had carried what was left of the day.
While George swamped out the dazed girl's well-fucked holes, Randy assisted the group in getting a fire started and provided a number of metal rods that could be used to mark their victim. It would take nearly an hour for the fire to reach the point that they could consider marking the girl, or as one wag put it, "Marking Nanci".
To while away the time they tied the girl to the rail once more and took turns using her as a punching bag, taking care not to damage her swollen face any further. The men concentrated their efforts on flattening her small tits and seeing how deep they could drive their fists into her belly. Nanci brought up some bile, but other than that, her stomach was devoid of anything to offer up.
Once again it was Jen who came up with an idea to make her even more miserable.
They jammed a watering hose into her mouth and turned it on full blast.
It took only a few minutes for the girl to pass out from lack of air as her belly rounded nicely from the torrent of water that managed to find its way into her stomach. Jen held a smoldering stick from the fire against the side of one of the girl's breasts. This little trick got her awake in a hurry. Jim welcomed her back to the world of the living by burying his fist into her bulging belly, bringing up a torrent of water that issued from her nostrils as well as her mouth. Brad and Bob took their turns, aiming their punches low into her groin area, stepping back to avoid the water she brought up.
Bob finished her off with a knee to her cunt. Some of the women winced sympathetically as Nanci's cunt absorbed this brutal assault.
The now u*********s woman was carried over to the fire and staked out on her back, her arms and legs pulled out to their limit and then tied tightly to the wooden posts that were pounded into the ground to hold her fast. There was some discussion about what type of mark was to be burned into Nanci, and where it would be placed.
Once again Jen held sway. Her hatred for this woman seemed to know no bounds, and in truth there was a deep well of anger and resentment that Jen harbored toward this beautiful, full figured blond turned brunette who seemed to lack for nothing.
- "I've been having second thoughts about how we should go about marking up this miserable bitch. It might be fun to give her a few very private and personal mementos that only we know about, besides the ones we want to put on that teaser's ass. I was thinking that for openers it might be reasonable to
burn those fat cunt lips that she flaunts at all the boys in the internet.
All of us can take a turn leaving our little touch of hell on the entrance to that whore's twat. I guarantee that from now on this bitch will be letting her bush grow out and keeping it that way once we get done with her outer lips. I've got an even better idea for what to do with those titties she uses to make us look inferior when it comes to attracting cock, and even cunt." -
Some of the guys took a look at Jen's gal pals when she said that.
This time there was some opposition to Jen's suggestions. It came from the ladies who had accompanied the group on this weekend of perversity and revenge. Jen suggested that they put the matter to a vote. This did not sit well with the ladies who expressed a great deal of concern that this weekend had gotten out of hand and they were not willing to assume the risk that such treatment of Nanci might bring from her family or the authorities.
It was Randy who stepped in and challenged Jen's grandiose plans for Nanci.
- "Young woman I'm not going to allow myself to be involved in something like you are suggesting. I agreed to provide a nice quiet place where you and your companions could show this young lady the error of her ways. What you're suggesting goes way beyond anything that was discussed with me while we were negotiating for the use of my farm. It seems to me that anything permanent that is disfiguring is not something I want to be involved in. So I suggest you rethink what you and your friends intend to do with those marking irons, and run it through me before you get started." -
* It will continue…
The Nanci Report is the regular update of ongoing sexual abuse and blackmail details provided by Nanci herself and rendered in a fictionalized style by “elausente”. Some events are true and accurate to every detail with few facts changed for artistic reasons and to protect the guilty. You will not know where reality begins and fantasy ends, but her plight is ongoing and she may be willing to discuss details via email with any interested party.
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The Nanci Report - a fine line between reality and fantasy
Chapter 15
Randy and Bill were the first to check on Nanci the next morning.
Just before the first break in darkness the two of them tramped onto the porch where the trembling woman stood, still moving from one leg to the other to prevent the cramping from getting worse.
Randy slapped her butt and inquired if she had enjoyed her little stay communing with nature.
-"I like that little jig she's doing," - Observed Bill as the girl continued to hop from one foot to the other.
-"Let's get her inside and tear off a piece before those other folks wake up and start in on her again," suggested Randy.
Once again they untied her and brought her into the living room. Pushed the exhausted girl down onto the coffee table and took turns pounding away on her, alternating between her tight cunt and even tighter throat. They took their time, enjoying the suffering they were causing in their victim. They drilled out her cunt with hard deep strokes, and when they tired they moved to her throat, using that tunnel to get a coating of saliva applied to their cocks to soothe the skin that had been rubbing against her cunt walls as they skewered her tight, dry twat.
Randy enjoyed wrapping his big hands around her neck and squeezing while he reamed out her tight tunnel and watched her face turn blue as he slowly strangled her. Bill was attracted to her big firm tits that he slapped viciously in rhythm to the thrusts he delivered into her sore fuck box.
At other times he would maul them, grabbing the firm bags of tit meat and then twisting and jerking those meaty mounds in a fruitless effort to tear them from her chest wall. All the while Nanci's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, staring blankly as they pummeled her bare body.
To Nanci, being on her back, even while being brutally ****d and tormented was an improvement over standing there in the darkness shivering and wondering if the next wave of cramps might be the cause of her death by slow strangulation.
Once they had filled Nanci's cunt with their first loads of the day, they marched the naked woman over to the barn where the others were bedded down.
On the way they tormented her by mentioning how potent their cum was and with any kind of luck between them and the other guys she would be well on her way to motherhood before she left the farm tomorrow night.
Randy roused his guests while George took care of his pack of dogs, now fully awake and tied at the end of the barn, making sure they were properly fed and watered, and ready to put on a show for the assembled guests.
Two of the men took the opportunity to avail themselves of Nanci's sexy body, driving their hard cocks in and out of her sore cunt without any concern for her gasps and grunts as their cocks stirred up the two loads of cum that were already marinating within her.
By the time they had finished loading the girl up with some fresh cum their companions were awake and looking for breakfast.
They marched Nanci back to the farm house and turned her over to Randy while they had breakfast.
Randy took the girl to an enclosure that was used to temporarily house farm a****ls such as pigs and horses. The pen had three rails, the topmost nearly six feet high. Nanci offered little resistance as he began roping her to the rails.
The teen's arms were stretched out along the top rail, roped at the wrists, elbows and upper arms; the coarse fiber sinking cruelly into her tender flesh as he cinched them as tight as he could before ****ting them. For the first time, he brought water to her chapped lips, she fought the pain and drank from his cup...
While he waited for Bill to assist him in fixing Nanci into a position that would allow her tormentors almost total access to her naked body, he amused himself by tormenting her big bouncy breasts, punching them flat as she grunted and sobbed, then twisting her nipples until she shrieked in pain, then pulling on those tender nubbins to see how far he could stretch them. Her outcries brought George
over after he finished taking care of his dogs.
The three men raised Nanci so that her legs could be spread apart and roped to the middle rail in much the same configuration as her arms. They stepped back and took in the erotic sight of the teen's fuck box spread wide for the taking. Her crotch was now a little over three feet from the ground, almost
in perfect position for some good old country style fucking.
The coarse ropes had nearly disappeared into her firm thighs and shapely calves. The other hitches that held her knees and ankles to the rough wood were cinched so tightly that her feet were already beginning to change color from the restriction in blood circulation this was causing.
Brad and Jim walked in and grinned at Randy and they laughed.
- "Let's give her a test drive to make sure everything fits. I'll take her asshole, you do her cunt." = Said Brad
They argued good naturedly, Brad claiming that since this was his idea, he should have first choice as to which part of the girl he got. They finally compromised at taking her in both holes, with Jim starting off in her ass.
Brad had to hold on to her tits as he rammed his hard meat up her front fuck tunnel, standing on tip-toes to get inside that warm, moist tube of flesh.
Because of all the brutal fucking the girl was getting, her body was beginning to adjust to it by producing some lubricant to ease the pain associated with the scr****g of her twat.
-" See? Randy was right, this bitch loves this, look at how she drips !!" - Panting, he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts
Both men agreed that her asshole was at the perfect height for some serious cornholing. They could get tremendous leverage by holding on to the rails or reaching around and grabbing her tits while they attacked her tender asshole. As the "test drive" continued, some of the others drifted over to where the action was and began lining up for their crack at the helpless girl.
It was going to be a very long morning for Nanci.
Once Brad and Jim were done taking their test drive, they stepped back and let the group have some fun with the hapless woman.
The women made sure that the men were hard and ready to go, ******* and using their mouth on their dicks to get them ready to ream and pound Nanci holes.
Under those circumstance and in the frenzy of the moment, It didn't take long for them to dump the contents of their churning balls into Nanci's dripping fuck tunnel, or gaping asshole. Even Jen, donned her strap-on and stepped up onto a small box that the guys have helpfully provided so she could drill out Nanci's box without difficulty. The other women moved around so they could torment Nanci's raw, gaping back channel. They took turns jamming a baseball bat they had found nearby into the girl's sore asshole until she began bleeding.
The men started to complain that the way she was roped to the railing precluded them from being able to throat fuck her.
One enterprising Bob clambered up until he was supporting his entire weight on her trembling thighs.
He took two handfuls of her hair and used them to stabilize himself as he began to make her swallow his semi-rigid pole, which with every stroke into her mouth became harder and longer. Soon snot was pouring from Nanci's nostrils as he choke-fucked her savagely, being urged on by his companions to make her puke all over his dick so they could take in the sight of Nanci having to clean her own ***** from it.
The ever helpful Randy retrieved a second wooden platform that allowed all of his male guests to take a turn having Nanci suck or swallow them. One of the women broke the ice by pissing in the girl's face, holding her steady so she could drench Nanci from eyebrows to chin with her acrid offering.
Randy and Bill roared with laughter as three of the women nearly drowned the guest of honor in
piss. Toward the end of this particular humiliation the helpless girl was forced to swallow everything they could deliver from their bladders.
Once the men were done pumping more cum into her front and rear entrances as well as Jen battering both channels with her trusty strap-on, they took a break, leaving the worn-out girl to hang limply from
the ropes holding her to the railings. Her reduced response during the last round of ****s had them upset. Once more it was Randy to the rescue. He suggested to take some time off to have breakfast. He asked Cheryl to tend to Nanci and wash her as her skin was getting increasingly soiled with so much exposure to fluids of all sorts.
The group retired from the little room... Epetha stayed behind as well.
She turned to Cheryl...
-"Hey girl, what's going on? How long have you guys been up to this?" - A look of alarm was now obvious on her face. - "It is quite exciting, gotta admit, but this is getting out of hand, specially that George guy, gives me the creeps" -
She turned to Nanci
-"How are you holding on girl?" - She stroke lovingly Nanci's disheveled hair, wet with sweat. The girl looked back at her with sunken eyes and she smiled, a small smile and she just looked down again. She turned to look at Cheryl - "Are you sure Randy is telling the truth when he says that Nanci was actually asking for this?" -
-"I wasn't sure at the beginning either, but look at how she orgasm every time she's put through the test..." - She turned to Nanci. - "Nanci, what do you want girl? Do you really want this?" -
Nanci lifted her head and she nodded imperceptibly...
Cheryl shrugged and set herself to lose Nanci's bounds. With Epetha assistance they help the wounded woman stand up and they headed back into the house, crossed the packed living room and ignoring the crowd headed to the end of the house were the washroom was. Some looked at them but continued on their animated chat.
Epetha turned on the water on the bath tube... - "This will be better than the shower honey, it will help relax you muscles. I have the feeling you will need all the rest you can get" -
They helped Nanci step into the tub filling rapidly with warm water. Both women took to the task of removing every spec of dirt from Nanci's light skin. The bruises on her body were now evident .
Nanci just sat motionless while the other two cleansed her body and washer her hair... a moan escaped her lips when Cheryl set her legs apart and used the soft towel to clean Nanci's sore pussy...
-"Well, you see girl why you can confuse people? Do you like what I am doing?"- Her eyes opened in surprise.
Nanci stifled a veiled smile and nodded...
They were done shortly after.
Cheryl turn to Epetha - "Can you get something to dress her in? I think she had enjoyed enough nudity the last 24 hours"- She chuckled.
The black girl left the room and approached Randy who was standing behind the little counter that doubled as bar
-"Randy, Cheryl is asking for something to dress Nanci on it. Her clothes, or what is left of it are completely useless"-
-"Of course, I have just the right thing for the occasion, come with me" - He walked towards the bedroom opposite to the washroom and started rummaging in the small closet. He pulled a thin and shiny fiery satin red robe - "Yeah, this will do.. it's being waiting for long time for this occasion, also..."- He paused, handling the robe to Epetha and walked towards the dresser beside the entrance, pulled open the last drawer and pulled a still sealed pair of red mesh stay up stockings and a pair of also red stilettos. He turned to the girl - "Gotta make sure our guests are properly motivated" - He laughed
Epetha took the items in her hands and headed over to the washroom - "Randy, I never thought you were this kinky bastard, perhaps we should talk more often"- She giggled an left the room.
-"Here's Randy's concept of appropriate attire for the party" - She chuckled handing over the clothing to Cheryl had already helped Nanci get out of the tube and was well dried, wrapped in these two large fluffy towels.
_"Ok honey, let's get you ready so we can go home soon"- Said Cheryl while kneeling in front of Nanci and helped sliding the stockings over the girl fair legs. They did a good job at masking some of the bruised left by the ties
When both stockings were don they helped Nanci on the red stiletto shoes. Nanci was by no means a tall girl, curvaceous yet petite, but the view of her in the stockings and the 4" made her look stunning.
-"Whoa, girl... you look hot in those, you should wear these things more often"- Nanci smiled back.
Epetha placed the robe over Nanci's naked body and tied the sash around her waist. - "There you go honey, you're really going to let the b**st out of those outside !"-
The three of then walked out into the hallway and walked into the living room. A collective gasp escaped some mouths at seeing Nanci in such an unusual outfit
-" Yeah baby, that's more likely" - Said Bob - "I can't wait to get my hands on you" - A drip of saliva ran down at the side of his mouth, as his tongue traveled over his lips.
The pack faces revealed a renewed feral characteristic ... definitively a****l in nature
The group stood up and with Nanci firmly held by some of the men, headed back to the barn
It was nearly noon and so while George, with the assistance of Brad and Bob set up the dog run, the
rest prepared lunch. Nanci was taken over to the fence and retied so that she was more easily accessible for those interested in a little pussy or ass before eating.
Bob and Jim decided to take advantage of what Nanci appeared to be offering. There was no doubt that even after what she had been put through, she still was an awesome collection of curves and hollows that would tempt all but the most hardened of men. Particularly wrapped in that sumptuous satin.
Soon Jim was pumping away inside her tight twat while his fellow enjoyed the talented mouth and tongue of their prisoner.
The people helping George were fascinated by the arrangement that was to feature their guest and the ten dogs who seemed most eager to get down to the business of skewering her front and back. They put up a low wooden board hinged so that it could be split to accommodate the head and hands of whoever was to occupy it.
It was nothing more than a copy, a fairly good copy, of the kind of restraining device used to confine criminals and other riffraff during medieval times. Long spikes were driven into the ground to make the stock secure.
Nanci would be forced to kneel and then her head and arms would be placed into the stock to hold her securely. George showed them the heavy canvas that would be strapped over her back to protect it from being scratched and ripped up by the dogs as they took turns mounting their bitch.
The dog pack that would be entertaining their charming guest was astonishing in its diversity. There were ten a****ls in all, each a different breed, and all of them fairly large and well muscled. George assured them that the dogs were also very well hung for dogs and had been trained by him personally in the fine art of fucking the human female.
He did admit that Nanci would be the youngest bitch his dogs ever had a chance to fuck, and one of the very few that would be expected to handle this number of a****ls.
- ”I had one dame who had been caught cheating on her husband and she agreed to taking on all the dogs while her husband taped the scene. I understand that he shows it fairly regularly at parties and other get-togethers they have at their home. He claims his wife is a changed woman ever since her close encounter with my dogs. I wonder how that small-titted, tramp will handle the experience." - He described with glee
Most of the presents had their mouth hanging open, but they laughed at his remark and headed toward the tables where lunch awaited them.
As the group ate, George regaled them with a description of the pack and some of his previous clients. Well within hearing distance, Nanci struggled against the ropes holding her fast and salivated at the sight and smell of food.
They had not fed her since she had been taken, and despite all the pain she was having, her appetite was in good working order. She could also hear the dog handler describe in all its gory details what was about to befall her once they were done eating.
Was there anything that she could say or do that would prevent them from carrying out this fiendish plan to have her ****d by a pack of dogs?
She tried to shout at them, pleading her case. Finally Jen sauntered over and jammed a rag into her mouth and warned her not to disturb the diners or she'd get more than just an afternoon's outing with the dogs.
To emphasize her threat she twisted Nanci's nipples until tears rolled down the girl's cheeks.
George explained that this was his hobby, and a rather profitable one at that. He intended to tape the afternoon's gang **** of Nanci by his a****ls and sell carefully edited versions to his many clients. He mentioned that Randy would be getting a copy as his fee for arranging the meeting between George's
dogs and Nanci. Naturally many of his companions at the table inquired about obtaining copies as well, but were a little put-off by his asking price.
Without missing a beat George segued into a description of what would be happening during the afternoon. His pack was to be divided into two groups; one would have access to Nanci's hind quarters, the other her open mouth. For the first round the girl's asshole would be securely plugged to prevent any ******** access.
For the second round when the dogs switched positions, it would be her cum-filled cunt that would be placed off limits. There was a collective gasp from the group when they realized what that meant. Since his dogs were quite capable of delivering three or four loads of hot thick dog cum in an afternoon, they would likely be allowed two turns on her hindquarters as well as her mouth.
He observed that by the end of the session she'd be loaded with dog sperm. - "That little belly of hers will be positively bulging from all the cum my dogs will have poured down her throat." - He said those last words so matter of fact that it sent shivers down the spine of some of the present
Nanci put up a tremendous struggle when they untied her and tried to get her into the narrow dog run. They removed her robe exposing her naked body deliciously enhanced by the sexy stockings and high heels.
The terrified girl actually broke free and made a frantic dash for freedom. She was tackled and for her trouble received a number of kicks to her ribs and when she still offered some resistance Randy
caught her in the pit of the stomach with his heavy shoe.
The girl puked up mostly bile as her belly contracted from the pain. They dragged the sputtering brunette by her hair over to the entrance to the enclosure she would occupy for the better part of the afternoon.
It only took a few minutes to get Nanci into the stock and strap the canvas onto her back. It took a pair of them to hold her steady enough for the O-ring gag to be jammed into place, forcing her mouth wide open.
Finally George brought out a rag and rubbed it over her face as she shook her head from side to
side in hopeless frustration. He produced another rag and rubbed it up and down her fat-lipped cunt. Both had been seasoned with the scent of a bitch in heat.
Then to complete her preparation, he shoved a rubber bung between her firm rounded cheeks and locked it into place. Nanci was now ready to meet her a****l lovers.
Randy stationed himself at one end of the run and George the other; his group of dogs would have access to her swollen cunt. He nodded to Randy and the two of them opened the cage doors and out sprinted an Akita, heading for Nanci's seasoned cunt while a mastiff raced toward her open mouth. In just a few seconds the dog from Japan had mounted the girl and was frantically poking its red cock, already dripping with pre-cum, into the vicinity of her tight twat. Meanwhile the mastiff placed his front paws on the top of the stock and pounded away at the girl's wide-stretched mouth with his long length of dripping red meat.
The 90 pound Akita finally sank his cock into Nanci's dry cunt and began battering it in a frenzy of movement, its nearly eight inch organ moving so fast that it appeared to be a blur to the group surrounding the run.
The huge mastiff also found its target and the massive ***** thick cock began poking at the back of Nanci's throat, gagging her and bringing tears to her eyes. Within a minute the Akita was painting the walls of the girl's sore, stretched cunt with spurt after spurt of cum. The mastiff wasn't far behind, jets of its seed splattering against the back of the girl's throat and some even discharging from her nostrils.
Nanci's face began to flush as she had difficulty catching her breath as the flood of a****l semen continued to pour into her mouth.
By now the Akita's **** had locked the two together and the dog was busily trying to extricate itself from the wet embrace of Nanci's sodden cunt.
It was now that the canvas came into play, protecting her from the mindless clawing of the dog as it struggled to get loose. This was the first of the twenty times that this would occur and both dog and woman paid a price from this struggle. The situation with the mastiff was different because its **** did not interfere with its escape from Nanci's mouth. Everyone watched the struggle of the dog to escape from its target and George carefully e*****ing the spent mastiff into a third area which would hold all those who had taken a turn with the light haired girl.
It took less than an hour for the dogs to make their first pass through the light haired girl's cunt and mouth. The group stood transfixed as a dizzying variety of dogs ranging from a Rottweiler to a
Norwegian elkhound took a turn burying their stiff prongs into the girl.
George proved to be a very humorous emcee, introducing each dog and describing its ancestry, before allowing it to be turned loose on its bitch, Nanci. His comment to the effect that Nanci might be the first American to be fucked by a Russian wolfhound, also known as a borzoi, brought roars from the group.
There was a short pause so that Nanci's swollen, raw and dripping cunt could be plugged tight, and her even tighter asshole seasoned with the rag. In this round it was a malamute, an Alaskan sled dog that had the first chance at the Nanci's rosebud. Getting its hard length of cum dripping dick past that
tight ring of muscle guarding her rectum proved to be quite a challenge for the a****l and it didn't finally enter her asshole until the **** hound face fucking her had already blown its wad of thick dog cum into her mouth and down her throat.
Ass fucking the girl was no easy task for the first couple of dogs since her butthole was still quite tight. However after a couple of ****s had stretched her colon to its limit, she was gaping pretty good when the retriever, a large, dark bundle of sleek fur weighing close to a hundred pounds punched his way into her asshole and began drilling it out at a ferocious pace.
By this time Nanci's mouth was swollen from the fierce battering that had been delivered by the dogs using that opening, and she could only provide an occasional croak when she took a particularly brutal thrust into her bleeding asshole.
The last dog, a German shepherd, finished his assault on Nanci's worn-out asshole and pulled free once his **** had shrunk. The onlookers exchanged smiles in some cases and eye-popping expressions of shock in others when the ***** bloody prick slipped from the girl's gaping hole from which issued bubbles of crimson froth.
George declared an intermission so that he could check on his dogs and make sure that Nanci was able to handle another run at her cunt.
The shell-shocked girl stared off into the distance, her lovely face now a slack mask, while blood seeped from her mouth. The relentless attack on her face had left her gums and tongue swollen and cut from the hammer-like blows that the chiseled prongs of the dogs had delivered for nearly two hours.
George made sure that his dogs were still in good physical condition before letting them go for another run at their bitch. He let them have as much water as they wanted since it was a very warm day. Nanci had to make do with whatever the dogs deposited in her mouth as they took their third run at her.
George checked Nanci and decided that her cunt was by now a bit too loose for his tastes. He solved that problem with a small sack of alum, a powerful astringent that as it gradually filtered through the porous container would tighten the girl's ravaged flesh making her more acceptable for his dogs. He pushed it into the girl's dripping cunt and used a small stick to poke it further up her fuck
channel, pushing a wall of dog cum towards her cervix.
After making certain that Nanci's asshole was protected by the bung wedged deep inside her, he made sure that the girl had enough seasoning to keep his dogs in a frenzy. He carefully rubbed the sodden rag over her cunt lips and a few inches into her cunt. He did the same to her propped-open mouth. He gave a wave to Randy that he was clearing the area, and took up his position, watching as the first dog, the Weimaraner, growled, a deep rumbling sound indicating his readiness to mount his bitch once more. He caught Randy's eye and yelled, - "Let 'er rip!" -, releasing the first dog as he shouted.
The two dogs arrived at their target almost at the same instant and there was a brief scuffle punctuated by yelps and barks as they coupled themselves to the girl's holes. The mastiff reared up on its hind legs and quickly began thrusting its red length of meat deep into her mouth, actually contacting the back of her throat on occasion, causing her to gag and retch. The other a****l was ramming his hard length of dog cock into her sore swollen tunnel making her scream from a combination of fright and pain. By the time his **** swelled up, locking them together, Nanci was hysterical, sobbing and making guttural sounds whenever her mouth wasn't being filled with the dripping tool of her dog attacker.
The audience was silent, stunned by the fury that these a****ls were displaying. A few of the women actually turned away, but not Jen, her eyes riveted on the scene taking place before her. As she took it all in, she was already planning what kind of things she would do to her foe once she had her back.
She wondered if she might be able to purchase a trained dog from George for her own
entertainment. It might be possible to recover the cost of the dog and its upkeep by selling pictures of Nanci and her doggy lover on the Internet or perhaps having private showings of the two lovers enjoying each other's company in the privacy of her back yard.
The dogs continued to hurtle out of their holding pens and smash into their helpless prey as she slowly became as much of an a****l as they were. Load after load of scalding canine cum was splattered over the walls of her battered cunt, joining the remnants of the previous offerings that she had absorbed during this warm day on the farm. Toward the end of this latest exercise in total humiliation, there occurred a few problems.
Nanci started to choke on a huge load of cum that had caught her by surprise and wound up going down the wrong pipe, as they say. The girl panicked and soon was unable to breathe. It took some time before anyone realized that she was choking to death.
George sprang into action and pulled the crazed dog from his victim, risking some skin but managing to restore the girl to something resembling normalcy. He declared a brief recess so that she could fully
recovery. Then as luck would have it, the very next a****l created the same problem just as the one filling her cunt with cum became locked tight to his bitch. Between the choking and the frantic attempts of the other dog to free himself from Nanci, it was touch and go before order was once again restored.
Nanci stayed conscious, but neither saw, heard or felt anything for the rest of this stint as the pack's bitch in heat.
George and Randy held a brief meeting after round three had run its course. Nanci did not look well at all; her eyes were unfocused and she was drooling uncontrollably. There was a trickle of blood coming from her battered cunt and she shuddered violently every few minutes as if reliving some terrible
experience.
George broke the bad news to the group. - "It looks like our guest of honor is through for the day when it comes to doggy loving. Guess she's not ready for prime time when it comes to taking on my pack. Now don't worry none; she's still available for lots of other fun and games, but we'll need a short break to swamp her out so she'll be nice and fresh for whatever you good people care to try out on her between now and nightfall." -
There were a few suggestions that were argued.
Jen stepped up to the plate and hit a grand slam. - " I want to make sure that this stuck-up cunt has a constant reminder of just what kind of trash she is; sort of a souvenir of her little outing this weekend. I'm sure that marking her ass cheeks and maybe putting another smaller mark in the vicinity of this whore's cunt might be just the way to get her out of this funk. One thing's for sure; she'll never be able to wear a bikini in public again. Then once she's wide awake, then we can hang her by those tits and see how much skin we can whip off that pig's body." - When she finished speaking there were nothing but nods and grins from her audience; Jen's suggestions had carried what was left of the day.
While George swamped out the dazed girl's well-fucked holes, Randy assisted the group in getting a fire started and provided a number of metal rods that could be used to mark their victim. It would take nearly an hour for the fire to reach the point that they could consider marking the girl, or as one wag put it, "Marking Nanci".
To while away the time they tied the girl to the rail once more and took turns using her as a punching bag, taking care not to damage her swollen face any further. The men concentrated their efforts on flattening her small tits and seeing how deep they could drive their fists into her belly. Nanci brought up some bile, but other than that, her stomach was devoid of anything to offer up.
Once again it was Jen who came up with an idea to make her even more miserable.
They jammed a watering hose into her mouth and turned it on full blast.
It took only a few minutes for the girl to pass out from lack of air as her belly rounded nicely from the torrent of water that managed to find its way into her stomach. Jen held a smoldering stick from the fire against the side of one of the girl's breasts. This little trick got her awake in a hurry. Jim welcomed her back to the world of the living by burying his fist into her bulging belly, bringing up a torrent of water that issued from her nostrils as well as her mouth. Brad and Bob took their turns, aiming their punches low into her groin area, stepping back to avoid the water she brought up.
Bob finished her off with a knee to her cunt. Some of the women winced sympathetically as Nanci's cunt absorbed this brutal assault.
The now u*********s woman was carried over to the fire and staked out on her back, her arms and legs pulled out to their limit and then tied tightly to the wooden posts that were pounded into the ground to hold her fast. There was some discussion about what type of mark was to be burned into Nanci, and where it would be placed.
Once again Jen held sway. Her hatred for this woman seemed to know no bounds, and in truth there was a deep well of anger and resentment that Jen harbored toward this beautiful, full figured blond turned brunette who seemed to lack for nothing.
- "I've been having second thoughts about how we should go about marking up this miserable bitch. It might be fun to give her a few very private and personal mementos that only we know about, besides the ones we want to put on that teaser's ass. I was thinking that for openers it might be reasonable to
burn those fat cunt lips that she flaunts at all the boys in the internet.
All of us can take a turn leaving our little touch of hell on the entrance to that whore's twat. I guarantee that from now on this bitch will be letting her bush grow out and keeping it that way once we get done with her outer lips. I've got an even better idea for what to do with those titties she uses to make us look inferior when it comes to attracting cock, and even cunt." -
Some of the guys took a look at Jen's gal pals when she said that.
This time there was some opposition to Jen's suggestions. It came from the ladies who had accompanied the group on this weekend of perversity and revenge. Jen suggested that they put the matter to a vote. This did not sit well with the ladies who expressed a great deal of concern that this weekend had gotten out of hand and they were not willing to assume the risk that such treatment of Nanci might bring from her family or the authorities.
It was Randy who stepped in and challenged Jen's grandiose plans for Nanci.
- "Young woman I'm not going to allow myself to be involved in something like you are suggesting. I agreed to provide a nice quiet place where you and your companions could show this young lady the error of her ways. What you're suggesting goes way beyond anything that was discussed with me while we were negotiating for the use of my farm. It seems to me that anything permanent that is disfiguring is not something I want to be involved in. So I suggest you rethink what you and your friends intend to do with those marking irons, and run it through me before you get started." -
* It will continue…
The Nanci Report is the regular update of ongoing sexual abuse and blackmail details provided by Nanci herself and rendered in a fictionalized style by “elausente”. Some events are true and accurate to every detail with few facts changed for artistic reasons and to protect the guilty. You will not know where reality begins and fantasy ends, but her plight is ongoing and she may be willing to discuss details via email with any interested party.
(Emails with extreme erotic content of any kind whatsoever are given first priority for reply.)
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