Mom's Mistake

                                  Mom's Mistake - Chapter 19

       The only problem I had once Honey joined the game was that she took back the tweezers I'd borrowed from her. This reduced me to the level of Elf, namely wrapping the pubic hair around my finger and then yanking it out by the roots. This procedure was not to my liking. I could make reasonable progress with Marge who had a full bush that grew like a jungle. In the case of Gwen, her pubes were not as strong and broke off as often as they were plucked free and clear. This turned to my advantage once I learned the secret to deliberately causing them to break just below the skin line. This created the classic ingrown hair, a very painful malady that could make the sufferer miserable for weeks in some cases.

       In the next hour we three made good progress in thinning the jungle that grew between Marge's legs, and even the dense matted muff guarding Gwen's fat-lipped cunt. It was Honey who announced that she for one was getting bored with this approach to denuding the nerdette candidates. Once more she went into her bag of tricks and came up with a small razor. She suggested we take turns dry shaving Marge and Gwen until they were smooth as a baby's bottom. In the case of Gwen, her armpits and the happy trail running up to her navel were also to be included. Once again Elf made the observation that both candidates could use some razor work between their ass cheeks, where additional hair had migrated.

       This was a lot more fun than pulling out pubic hairs one by one. Only Honey had any expertise with that razor. However she still managed to occasionally nick them in the most sensitive places as she tirelessly went over a specific region again and again until it was clean, although often  nicked up and bleeding slightly. My heavy hand wrecked havoc wherever it touched. The ladies didn't help matters by flinching and moving, causing me to leave a bloody trail of nicks and deeper cuts. Elf was even worse, he thought the game was to make as may cuts as possible to the various spots that he covered.

       With time the razor was fouled by tufts of hair that stuck beneath the blade and were difficult to remove in many cases. As the blade grew duller the number of scrapes, cuts, dings and nicks grew by leaps and bounds. Marge was the first to burst into tears from the steady, growing pain that radiated from the dozens upon dozens of small and not so small wounds that covered her most intimate areas. I was wielding the blade when this happened and she took a deep gash just a fraction of an inch from her fat clit. She bled heavily and it required the application of a makeshift compress to staunch the bleeding. Despite that problem, I continued to work on her pubic mound to make sure that every bit of her muff was either gone or had been turned into an incipient ingrown hair.

       Gwen was in seventh heaven as we took turns scraping her skin raw. We made no attempt to be careful with our prime pain slut. She was nicked, slashed, gashed, cut, gouged and even slit in some very intimate spots by the dull blade and its ignorant operators. I put a whopper of a cut right next to her unblinking brown eye and she screamed in agony, her entire body twitching from the terrible pain that proved to be too much for her to take in her weakened condition. That was the end of my booty duty. I was relegated to cleanup work in the vicinity of her raw looking pussy mouth and the happy trail that I still managed to turn into a path of small cuts and nicks as she continuously moved when she shouldn't have. Personally I think she was just making sure she got plenty of pain, and so I didn't feel any sorrow over any of the marks I made in my work.

       We had agreed to leave Gwen's hairy armpits for last, and to let each take a turn hacking away at the hair growing in the folds of skin. Honey set the tone by not bothering to even stretch the skin before scraping it raw. While she worked away, I played with Gwen's clit, making it grow fat and hard. Elf, not to be left out of the fun, worked his hand into the school teacher's cunt and tried to make a fist . Gwen wan't able to handle the pain since she was still trying to deal with the damage caused by the pine cones that had been jammed up her twat less than a day ago. She was a quick healer, but not that quick.

       My protege' grinned when I suggested that he see about getting his cock up Gwen's asshole, which hadn't been used much since the pine cone incident. She screamed bloody murder as he worked an inch at a time up that tight shute. He was maybe four inches deep when she tried to break loose from the ropes holding her down to the table. He held his ground and let her gyrate to her heart's content. Then he fed her another agonizing inch and she bellowed in agony. I guess his cock was beginning to bust open the scabs that had been forming to assist the healing process. Now it looked as if she was back to square one, not a good sign considering the plans the nerds had for their new nerdette tomorrow. To his credit Elf figured things out just as fast as I did, and backed out with a loud pop. That's not to say that Gwen didn't pay a penalty for getting in the  way of progress, but that took place in the van on the way back.

       I had a ball adding all sorts of cuts and scrapes to Gwen's bleeding armpits. She was digging it now that her asshole had calmed down. I could not resist deliberately marking her. She wailed like a banshee as I slowly cut the initial N into her armpit, enjoying the way the blood welled up behind the stroke of the razor which I had cocked so that the tip rather than the edge did the cutting. Honey gave me the thumbs up sign and then followed my lead, carving an even deeper N into Gwen's other armpit. I could swear that our pain slut was going to break loose from the ropes, that's how painful Honey's carving was.

       Marge and Gwen were a collective mess, blood flowing from dozens upon dozens of wounds, many quite deep. By tomorrow they would be really in a world of hurt and that was a good thing as far as I was concerned. I wanted the successful candidates to know that it took a lot of suffering to make a nerdette. There still was the matter of what to do with the third nerdette wannabe. Honey was all for dry shaving her entire body for giggles. Elf thought that was a great idea. It sort of left me cold, but I couldn't really come up with a strong argument against giving our tiny teen a good send-off before we made our final decision on her fate as a nerdette. On the bright side of things it would give me a chance to fool around with her tight twat and asshole while the others were scraping her skin raw and doing their best to make her look like a small side of beef fresh from being butchered.

       It took the combined efforts of all three of us to get Luci Chu restrained and suspended in a way that made every square inch of her child-like body available for shaving. In actuality it would be more like scraping, since the razor had long since lost its edge. She hung in space in the form of an X, her spindly arms and legs stretched so tight that they trembled fom the strain put on  them by the ropes that were anchored securely to various spots in the walls that met in the corner of the room. She was elevated so that we could look her in the eye while she was tortured to her limits, and beyond. Honey had decreed that the hatpin would remain piercing Luci's tongue while we did our thing on her tight little body.

       Honey wasted no time beginning at the girl's neck and abrading her skin until Luci began to take on the look of a boiled lobster. Her squeals and squeaks were music to Honey's ears, but got on everyone else's nerves to the point that my girlfriend was forced to remove the hatpin from the girl's throbbing tongue, so she could be gagged with a pair of Gwen's ripe panties. That took some of the enjoyment away, but her eyes still told a story as the blade scraped off the top layer of skin covering her chest, making repeated passes across her pointy nipples until they bled. Elf was so heavy-handed that he might have left some permanent scarring behind when he was done with her belly. My hands trembled as I got the opportunity to grind away some minuscule portions of her thin cunt lips. I had a painful erection by the time I was done taking my "ounce of flesh" from her naked body. Luci passed out for the first time while Honey was carving away the skin between her ribs that were so well defined by her gaunt body the details of each bone could be easily seen.

       We took a break and let our candidate recover. To pass the time, Elf had Biff and Buster take turns fucking his mom bowlegged, making sure that she got a mouthful of doggy cum from each animal. I was becoming more and more convinced that Marge was an animal lover par excellence, and was likely to enjoy other members of the animal kingdom as well. I wondered about finding an animal shop owner who might rent me something like a monkey or maybe a chimp. That could make for a very fun evening when the nerds were getting bored with Marge doing her dog act.

       It took another hour and a half during which time Luci passed out twice more before we were so tired of cutting her that we just ran out of enthusiasm. I did get a chance to nick her anus, and that made my day for sure. I thought she was going to rupture every muscle in her frail body when my hand slipped and the tip of the blade scored her big time. My reaction was one of anger at my clumsiness and secret glee that I'd hurt her as bad or worse than anyone else during this weird weekend. It took many minutes for the bleeding to stop, and that ended this phase of her initiation.

       The fun never seemed to be over at Camp Hellhole. Honey suggested that we officially signify those candidates who qualified to be identified for all time as nerdettes. Gwen and Marge were unanimous choices, but to my surprise and dismay, both Honey and Elf, that turncoat, voted to keep Luci as a candidate in waiting after a lengthy discussion between the three of us. The more I thought of their decision, the better I liked it. I was still angling to get my hands on that little Chinese cupcake, come hell or high water. It was apparent that Elf may have jumped the gun by nominating her. I had a hunch that Mr and Mrs Chu would have the final say as to what happened to their "adopted" daughter.

       Honey had effectively taken over this clambake and now she was suggesting that before we pack up and leave Camp Hellhole, the two nerdettes we had chosen should be given the choice of how they would be marked. It was her intention to brand each, and for this reason she had brought with her a small branding iron with a raised letter N. Gwen's eyes got big, really really big, and she licked her lips in anticipation of being marked forever. To our surprise it was Marge who volunteered to go first, choosing to be branded on her left ass cheek. Honey heated the iron on the stove and then without so much as a "by your leave", she pressed it into the woman's fleshy hind. Marge's bellow of agony made Elf turn white, after all that was his mother who was being branded like some cow.

       After we got Marge calmed down, all eyes turned to Gwen who looked as if she had been dragged by a jeep through a stand of prickly pear bushes. She had this strange, goofy look on her face and I knew she was going to top Marge for sure. In a voice that trembled at times she announced that she wished to be branded on both ass cheeks, down low on the buttocks rather than high where it might be hidden by a bathing suit bottom. Honey's face lit up like a billboard in Vegas as  she nodded happily at Gwen's selection. Then the pain slut dropped the other shoe. That was just for openers. She also wanted to be branded on each tit, right at the top so any exposure would reveal her dedication and devotion to the sexual needs of nerd males. There was stunned silence in the room, even the dogs seemed to sense that something epic was happening. Gwen had set the bar impossibly high for those who would follow her.

       It was a shaky Honey who lined up the red hot branding iron so it could cover the lowest portion of Gwen's ass cheek. She was bent over and had grabbed her shins, not being able to reach her ankles, to keep her buttocks stretched to make the pain even greater as the iron ate its way through the thinned skin and flesh.

All we heard was the hiss of the iron searing away the flesh and Gwen's long drawn out moan that grew louder with each passing second. She shuddered and began to perspire heavily from the strain she was putting on her weakened body. She remained in this stressful position while Honey reheated the iron and prepared to do the other cheek. This time Gwen's entire body twitched and rippled as the pain hit her like a freight train. She was unable to hold her position and fell to her knees bellowing in agony. To her credit Honey never let the iron move from its target until she was certain that the mark of the nerd people had been permanently imprinted on Gwen's other buttock, down low as she requested.

       It took fifteen minutes before Gwen pronounced herself ready to go on with the rest of her branding. During that break Honey had applied some salve to both Gwen and Marge's brands, relieving them somewhat. Gwen knelt for the final brands, arching her back to offer her full tits for the iron. Elf and yours truly were asked to each take an arm and hold her tight in this position so there would be no movement while her tits were being burned. That proved to be easier said than done.

       My girlfriend's quick thinking saved Gwen from some disfigurement, when at the first touch of the burning iron she managed to break loose from our grip. So now we decided to tie Gwen to a chair and make sure that there were enough ropes and each was as tight as possible, to hold her steady. To make the process even more secure we blindfolded the pain slut to prevent her from struggling as soon as she saw the iron approaching her tits.

       This time the first branding went smoothly as Gwen screamed and screamed, but remained immobile as the hot iron seemed to melt away the flesh from her melon-like tit. The stench from all that charring flesh was becoming oppressive. I uged Honey to hurry up the last branding, but she took her time, telling me that she only had one chance, and she better have everything possible going for her when she did it. I had no answer for her argument. Gwen passed out during that final marking, just as well considering how deeply burned she was. It took many long anxious minutes to revive her and know that all was as well as could be expected.

       We packed up and headed back towards the van for the drive home. All things considered, it had been a very successful first initiation session for our nerdette candidates, and something to use as a measuring stick against future trials. There had been mistakes made, but on balance much good had been done, and I was looking forward to the next time we would have a group of candidates joining us at Camp Hellhole. However there still was the small matter of Luci Chu that had to be resolved. This meant a meeting with her foster parents, and soon.

                                                              (To be continued-jethro jodhpur)