Mom's Mistake

                               Mom's Mistake - Chapter 18

       Mother nature gave up some of her secrets to me on this rather long walk. I discovered a stand of willows and cut off half a dozen of the whippy lengths, imagining what they'd do to Gwen's thighs and the crack in her ass. Further along I found a forlorn looking rose bush covered with thorny limbs that were the same type as had done such awesome damage to the pain slut yesterday. Temptation won out over good sense; I just had to see the kind of damage I could do to her armpits and maybe the lips of her cunt with this ugly offspring of our national flower.

       Finally I stumbled upon a hellish combination of intertwined cockleburs and nettles. I wished I had taken this walk before we'd strung up the micropussy. These burs and nettles would have been perfect to torture the tiny teen until she lost her voice from screaming and begging for mercy. Too bad for Gwen, she would get as much pain and suffering from these little devils as I could dream up for the pain slut. If she could handle this, she could deal with almost anything short of my chili pepper enema mixed with carbolic acid, diluted slightly in order to keep the victim from going totally insane from the awesome pain this fiendish mixture could generate.

       I gingerly harvested a few segments of this devilish combination and added it to the willow switches and thorn limbs. By the time I returned with my treasure trove of natural torture instruments, Honey had shot her wad and was parked beneath the tree from which Gwen hung, the raw undersides of her purple tits bleeding in too many places to count. I grinned down at her and reeled off my collection of weapons that would be tried out on the pain slut as sort of her final examination. Honey was jazzed to put it mildly, volunteering a combined blowjob and ass fucking in return for a turn with even one of these nasty packages of natural material.

       Walking towards Gwen it was possible to see that she was conscious and in some pain, her tits swollen and still bleeding. I couldn't resist giving her a foot to the belly, nice and low, just missing her cunt. She gagged and some bile dribbled from her slack mouth.  Her eyes got wide and she licked her lips in anticipation of all the nice and nasty pain she was about to experience, once she  saw the willow switches in my hand. Gwen got her wish, in spades as they say. I lit into her thighs and crisscrossed those flabby sections with deep welts that bloomed into livid ridges of swollen flesh. The switches really worked well, and so I moved up closer to her cunt and then gave her a few diagonal slashes that caught both sets of cunt lips and made her cry out in agony. That got Honey's attention and she wandered over and watched me go at Gwen's moneymaker with a fury that even surprised me. When I tired, I offered Honey the choice of the thorn branches or the twin devils as I called the other batch of fiery pain.

       Honey used the thorns and worked carefully on her target which was the narrow and very sensitive region between her curvy ass cheeks. She landed again and again, showering both her victim and herself with drops of blood that exploded from Gwen's torn flesh. Tiring of this sport, she walked the thorns across the pain slut's ass, ripping away the flesh with every stroke. Blood ran down her back in small rivulets and dripped down to form a small puddle below her dangling head. Finally my girlfriend couldn't raise her arm to land one more blow, and so I took over.

       Dragging the small log over to where the candidate was hanging upside down proved to be a major task. After a break, and with Honey's help, we got Gwen's hands untied, the log wrapped with a number of rope loops and then attached to her wrists which dangled below her head. Now Gwen's sensitive armpits were open for business, and revealed a crop of fresh springy hair growing deep within the folds. It was reasonable to expect any candidate's armpits to be as clean shaven as her pubic mound. So now there were two reasons for working on that tender region. However first I wanted to see the effect of dragging a length of nettles and cockleburs across her swollen bleeding cunt that had been torn up freshly by my latest attack.

       Honey was all eyes as the prickly burs and hollow needles comprising the nettles were dragged between the swollen bleeding cunt lips of the school teacher. It took but a few moments before Gwen let out a shriek and began thrashing in midair to escape the fiery reaction that took place inside the folds of her cunt mouth. We both jumped back in surprise at this violent response from the pain slut. Her eyes were popping and her voice rose higher and higher as the stinging needles and burs injected their poison into her already ravaged flesh. Honey went a bit insane at this point and began whipping the woman's cunt into a frothing piece of raw, bloody meat, using the thorn branch.

       It was a spectacular scene featuring my naked girlfriend, the equally naked school teacher and what may have seemed like a blood bath at first glance. In truth most of the damage to the teacher was minor flesh wounds and would be nothing but a memory in a week or two. Honey finally ran out of energy and had to backoff and regain her composure before launching her next assault. All bets were off and the devil take the hindmost was the order of the day. The nettles and cockleburs now were marched between her bleeding ass cheeks and she did tricks in midair as the pain ripped its way through her rectal area. In retrospect we were very fortunate not to have been seen or heard by other people using the forest.

       Gwen's armpits were like a magnet and I attacked them first with the willow switches, cutting the tender flesh into bloody furrows and splattering blood everywhere. I was astonished at how much she bled, but if anything it made me even crazier, which was very dangerous for both of us. Her voice was hoarse from screaming and now she was reduced to whimpering and only an occasional shout whenI ripped a good one into that nest of springy armpit hair. I finally got control and switched from the willows to the twin tormentors.

        Gwen lost her mind when the combination of the stinging cockleburs and the histamines from the nettles went to work on her tender, raw and bloody armpit flesh. She no longer screamed or shrieked, she bellowed like a wounded animal. Her entire body shuddered and convulsed as the poisons raced through her blood stream, wrecking havoc with her nervous system as well. Gwen began to vomit, her eyes nearly popped from their sockets, and she even started chewing her tongue, creating a bloody froth that issued from her mouth, making her look inhuman.

       It was then that Honey pulled me away from the teacher and begged me to stop before I killed the woman. In a daze I backed away, and then observed the pussy cream that was bubbling from that hairy cunt. Gwen the pain slut was having a nice big orgasm, compliments of yours truly. I was vindicated and thrilled as well that I could create such a rush within her bloodied body. I wondered just where her limits were, and could anyone ever find them? I'm sure the nerds would do their best to solve this mystery even if it brought her to death's door.

       We cut Gwen down and gave her some rest to get her act together. All that activity had made Honey and I horny as hell, and so while Gwen moaned and played with her wounds to keep the pain coming in manageable doses, we went at it like a couple of animals, which is probably what we were. I pounded my cock into Honey's hot, wet cunt as it tightened like a noose around my shaft, trying to keep it buried deep inside her. I grabbed her tits and tried to tear them from her chest as she screamed and bit me on the shoulder. We rolled over and she was on top and now I punched my cock deep into her guts as she cursed me for not getting her off yet. We rolled over and this time I gave her a brutal beating with my hard cock, slamming it into her again and again as her face flushed and her eyes got big and stared off into space. Her orgasm was major and that triggered me off as well. It felt as if I pumped a gallon of hot cum into that twitching cunt that clutched my cock in a death grip of sorts. When we finally came down from our sexual high, Gwen was strumming her bloody cunt for all she was worth, trying to get herself off one more time. This was going to be some act for any other nerdette candidate to follow.

       Getting back to the cabin was a slow process thanks to Gwen, who could barely walk from her various wounds. Honey kept her moving by whipping her big ass with a willow switch whenever it looked as if she wanted to stop and lie down to enjoy a little pain trip. I took the lead holding the rope tied around the teacher's neck to keep her moving in the right direction. Honey kept threatening our candidate with even worse punishments once we got her back to the cabin. That may have incentivized the pain slut to keep moving in hopes of reaching a new pain high once we reached the cabin.

       We all knew that any further damage to that big body would mean she'd have to miss work tomorrow, which was a no-no. She didn't know it, but Elf and the gang had other plans for her after she got done teaching school. It involved welcoming her as the first official nerdette. A very good time was planned for all in attendance, except perhaps their guest of honor who would have to work very hard for her pain, very hard indeed. A nerd is first and foremost a sexual being, and they intended to prove that to her with a vengeance.

       After what seemed like an eternity we finally arrived at the cabin. We were too tired to call for Elf to come and give us a hand. I told Honey to stay put and I'd go get the nerd. As I neared the cabin I could hear Marge yelping, followed by a cruel laugh from Elf, silence, and then the sound of something striking wet flesh, creating a moan from the cupcake. Curious, I approached one of the windows and looked  in at what was happening. My guy Elf was doing himself proud. He had his mom roped to a chair with her legs hanging over the arms, exposing her hairy twat. AsI watched, he approached his mother and wrapped a few of her thick, curly pubic hairs around his finger, grinned at her and yanked them out by the roots bringing a loud gasp and yelp from her. He switched the strap that was in one hand to the other and turned towards Luci who was naked and hanging by her wrists from a rope tossed over the rafter and anchored securely. Her little chest, belly and that gash of a cunt mouth were covered with welts. Her cunt lips were blood bloated, and a stream of dog cum dribbled from between them. Then the strap put another welt across both lips, high up by her clit, bringing a grunt of pain from the Chinese chick. Biff and Buster were curled up in the corner, their red dicks unsheathed, evidence that they'd been recently busy doing the little one.

       The force of his blow made the girl's body twist around, revealing her flat ass, which was well marked with livid welts, and her asshole that gaped like an open wound. Issuing from that unblinking brown eye was another stream of dog cum. She'd had the full course, that was for sure. The strap coiled around what passed for her hips and she cried out once more. Elf was really putting the blocks to his young nerdette candidate. I began to wonder if mixed in with the dog cum was his own contribution. Did my protege' have the hots for Luci as well as his mom and Gwen? I was going to have a talk with Elf about sharing the wealth, especially when it came to pussy I was also very interested in using on a regular basis.

       I waited until Elf yanked another batch of  cunt hair from his mom's full bush before I entered and asked him to give me a hand getting Gwen into the cabin. Acting as if seeing Luci hanging naked by her wrists with her thin, tight body covered with fresh welts and cum drooling from both her holes was nothing new, I escorted him to where Honey and Gwen waited. All Elf could say was "wow!" when he came up to his school teacher and checked out the fresh damage we'd caused to that big body. Honey insisted that she could take more and was willing to prove her point. Elf just blinked before taking the rope from my girlfriend and tugging on it to get Gwen moving toward the cabin.

       One we got Gwen tied to another chair in the same way as Marge, we settled down and relaxed. Elf got back to denuding his mother's thick bush and putting another layer of welts over the last batch he'd given the girl. I was startled at the muscle he put into each blow he delivered. Luci was beyond making much noise other than an occasional grunt whenever he hit a really sensitive spot, like her clit or the tip of one of her hip bones with the buckle end of the strap. I asked him if he was trying to beat the tiny teen to death, and got no answer, just another vicious blow to her cunt, this time from top to bottom. It was probably wiser to let him get whatever was bugging him out of his system, if that didn't mean letting him cripple or kill the little kid, who I had to remind myself was at least five to seven years older than she looked.

       Elf finally ran out of steam and by then Honey was refreshed and ready to take another run at whoever deserved her attention. Unfortunately it was Luci who caught her eye, perhaps because she was still looking for payback for being run through the mill by the little doll's turbo tongue. So those two disappeared into the back bedroom for payback time, leaving me and Elf in charge of Marge and Gwen, neither of whom was in great shape. So we turned the afternoon into "pubesorama", seeing how many pubic hairs we could remove with either his technique or mine, which involved a pair of tweezers borrowed from Honey. To make things even we traded partners every fifty pubic hairs. Elf, the little pervert, got the bright idea of having each lady dispose of the pubic hairs we removed by swallowing them. This proved to be great sport as they choked and gagged and even spit up the tiny irritating tendrils.

       I took a lead in the game when I discovered that Gwen had some hairs growing from her nipple area.These little buggers were hard to pull out and when they finally yielded, they took  some skin and generated a little blood from where they used to reside. Let's face it, Gwen being the major pain slut that she was, had a tremendous advantage over Elf's mom, who was your garden variety fuck pig, with a strong tendency to become a certified doggy bitch as well. However the unequal struggle continued, with Marge taking the worst of it. It was Elf again who suggested that we put Gwen on the table, face up, her legs spread and roped to the legs while her arms were pulled over her head and tied down to the other side from her legs. In this manner her armpit hair was now also available, and perhaps with the two of us yanking away, the amount of pain might be somewhat evened out.

       So Elf and I took an armpit and yanked twenty-five hairs from each. Then we split up with one of us taking her pubes and the other working on Marge's hairy box lunch. Things were going along just fine when we heard this awful strangled scream coming from the back bedroom. We investigated and discovered that somehow Honey had managed to pierce Luci's tongue with a three-inch hatpin, preventing the little cupcake from protecting her tongue by tucking it away inside her mouth. Elf was fascinated by this situation and hovered inches away from the quivering lump of pink flesh neatly skewered almost like one of those butterflies. It seems that according to Honey, the little teaser not only made her lose her mind from having her twat teased and tickled to beyond her ability to stand it, she also performed the same trick on her tight asshole, milking an anal orgasm from my girlfriend as well. This was Honey's way of retaliating. We invited her to join the fun we were having trying to clean off the muffs guarding the cunts of our two candidates. So we left Luci tied spread-eagle to the bed, her tongue neatly pierced and held captive by the hatpin.

                             (To be continued-jethro jodhpur)