The Family Vlad
The next morning there was no change in Kurtz's condition; she was still unconscious and her clitoris and cunt were still swollen badly and even more discolored than last night. This latter condition troubled the coroner a great deal. While Vlad fussed and fumed about the situation, Norwood tried applying ice to the woman's clit, and despite being in a coma she responded by having a powerful orgasm.
The two men watched as her cunt lips somehow filled with blood, some pussy juice actually began oozing from the tightly shut mouth of her cunt, and the nipples on her swollen tits hardened. Vlad could not contain himself; he captured her bloated clitoris and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger. This time the sergeant exploded into a series of orgasms that left her twitching and caused streams of cunt juice to spurt from her. Vlad yanked the fat ball of heated flesh to its limit and seemed to be trying to tear it loose from its moorings.
Candi's eyes popped open and she let out an ear-splitting scream. Her body shook so hard that her teeth chattered. Her arms and legs moved spastically, she began gibbering. Vlad was so shocked at her reaction to his brutal handling of her clit that he released it and stepped back into a defensive stance, as if preparing to fend her off. Norwood sat frozen, his mouth open, but no words came from him.
It was Vlad who broke their silence with the words "I think our little playmate is waking up. I sure hope she wants to play, because that's what's on the agenda for all day today, lots of fun and games with our little bald friend and her magic cunt."
Many of the games that Vlad had planned to play involved access to Candi's cunt. This proved to be impossible because the entrance to her fuck box was still blocked by her swollen cunt lips that acted like a seal. Norwood had originally been concerned that the swollen tissue might have acted to block her urethra, but such was not the case. Although she was nearly dehydrated, there was a small trickle of urine leaking from her on occasion. This gave Vlad an idea that he put into practice.
Initially Candi was strapped to a low bench, on her back with her arms and legs pulled under and anchored securely with rope to the legs of the bench. Heavy weights had been attached to her breast rings stretching the swollen bags of flesh to the side. Her tits were also noosed with rope so tightly that the strands soon disappeared into the folds of flesh that were created. After an hour or so her tits looked like a pair of bowling bowls, black and bloated.
It took some doing, but they finally forced a length of plastic tubing down her throat and into her stomach. They attached the other end to a funnel mounted on a small stand. For days they had been collecting their urine and storing it in the refrigerator. There was nearly a gallon of piss available, and slowly pint afer pint was poured into the funnel, to begin the journey down into her stomach. There was nothing Candi Kurtz could do to stop them.
They gave her a quart and took a break to tease her. Vlad and Norwood pushed and pressed on her rounded abdomen, watching her face for signs that this was causing her discomfort. The chief leaned over and whispered to his arch enemy, "This is payback for what you did to Vicki. Just lay there and imagine what's going to happen when I start beating that bulging belly with my rubber hose. That will be real fun for me. Who knows maybe you'll get off on it too?"
This time she took enough piss to make her stomach bulge, making her look as if she were perhaps six months pregnant. While her body absorbed this latest load of recycled beer, Vlad tormented her huge clit that now looked like a plum in color and size. She reacted strongly to the slightest touch, and when he pinched the bloated lump, her body tried to tear free of the bonds holding her down to the bench. A plan was taking shape in Vlad's mind; something that would be most entertaining to watch and most painful for her to endure. He pulled Norwood aside and they held a whispered conversation that ended with a slapping of their hands.
Candi grunted and shifted her body as Norwood threaded a thin metal cylinder called a sound into her urethra. Even though he only had about an inch and a half to traverse, it was slow going. Finally a little spurt of urine indicated that the sound was inside her bladder. The fun began when Vlad took a spring-loaded metal clamp and placed it on her bloated clitoris. The moment the teeth sank into the super-sensitive flesh, she went into convulsions and both men watched dispassionately as she writhed in agony.
"Now for the real fun." announced Vlad as he pulled out a piece of electrical cord that had been split to hold a pair of metal alligator clips. They were attached to the sound and clamp as Candi spent her remaining strength trying to escape from the terrible thing she knew they were about to do to her.
"Fry the bitch! Make her smoke!" urged Norwood as Vlad began to operate the rheostat that controlled the amount of electric power that would flow between her clitoris and bladder. Slowly he inched the power level up and Candi went crazy from the pain. Things got even worse for her when her bladder emptied involuntarily. This only served to make the path for the current to pass even more conductive.
She was in hell. Her face was contorted into a rigid mask of agony as the current flooded through her most sensitive regions. Her clit seemed to grow bigger as it was slowly cooked. Her urinary passage felt as if it was on fire. Candi passed out from the pain, but Vlad continued to increase the flow of power into her twitching body. It was Norwood who had to caution the chief about killing their captive. Vlad snorted, but turned the rheostat down. "Wake her up. I've got lots more juice to put through that fat clit." Vlad's voice was cold, without mercy. Candi would have a difficult time surviving this horrible torment with her mind intact.
Things got a bit more dicey when the unconscious woman began to try ridding her stomach of the tremendous amount of acrid piss that had been forced into it.Once again it was Norwood who prevented a disaster from occurring. He yanked the tubing from Kurtz's throat and cleared her passageway so she could get some air. He loosened her bonds so she could sit up; this did the trick. Within a few minutes their captive had regained her senses. Vlad wasted little time making sure she would continue to rue the day she had ever encountered him and his wife. Even though she no longer had to deal with the tubing, there was still the terrible pain associated with the electricity that once more began to eat away at her clit and urethra.
During the long morning and well into the afternoon Candi Kurtz suffered the torments of the damned. This particular session would haunt her dreams for years to come. Twice she lapsed into shock, only to be brought back for more torture by the tall coroner. The man seemed to enjoy saving her life just so she could endure even worse agonies. When they finally finished forcing the entire contents of their piss stash into her, she was so bloated that it was nearly impossible to draw breath. She remembered slowly losing consciousness as her lungs burned from the lack of air. This was a horrifying experience to know that you were being suffocated, and being able to do nothing to prevent it.
Sometime during this long ordeal they cut the cords that were strangling the blood supply to her bruised and distended breasts. The pain started slowly and then built up to the point that she blacked out. She awoke screaming, the stench of her charred tit flesh assaulting her nostrils. They had started burning her blistered bags of tit meat with lit cigarettes, something they continued to do at random periods for the rest of the torture session.
Vlad seemed to be fascinated by her huge breasts; he couldn't seem to keep his hands off them. If he wasn't squeezing them until her screams turned into choking gasps, he was yanking those bruised mammaries as if he wanted to rip them from her chest wall. Then there was the unending series of burning cigarettes to be pressed into her tit flesh or extinguished on her nipples.
While all this was being done to them there was the relentless background pain associated with the compound that had caused them to swell and itch as the skin covering them popped and split from the tremendous force that was developed deep within their tissue. In less than a day her once firm, petite breasts had been converted into twin masses of hideous contorted flesh. To this woman that was one of the most depressing things they had inflicted upon her.To Candi, it would have been better if they sliced them from her body, rather than to leave her horribly mutilated.
The electric torture was the only constant during this nightmare of a day. Once they discovered that her clitoris and bladder had limits to what could be tolerated, they began to experiment with other portions of her body, using her rings as the new conduits of pain. The alligator clips moved from one area to another, now sending blasts of power through her skull via those links hanging from her ear lobes, or burning a new path from her outstretched tongue to her nose.
Her swollen clit was connected to first one nipple and then the other, sending tongues of fiery pain dancing along these paths as she begged for death. It was Norwood that always made sure that Vlad would never do anything that would end her life or the opportunty for her to endure new pain. For example he had wanted to connect her nipples and fry them both at the same time. It was Norwood who explained that this path would pass through her heart, sending it into uncontrollable spasms that would likely lead to failure of the muscle.
One of the most fiendish tortures she had to suffer was when they connected her swollen labia, burning paths across her vulva. This particular torture had a secondary effect, it began to reduce the swelling that was preventing them from accessing her cunt. It was Norwood,once again, who observed this dramatic change and it was Vlad who capitalized on it.
A metal tube was pushed into Candi's cunt and now they ran electricity between her clitoris and deep inside her cunt. Vlad ran the power level up until they could smell the insides of her snatch beginning to cook, and her clitoris began to pulse as the flesh was broiled. To their amazement she had a mind boggling orgasm, boiling cunt juice shooting from her twat as she rocked and rolled through the most intense cum she ever had experienced. The amount of cunt juice that squirted from her was amazing; it soaked the bench and dripped down onto the floor. It took them many minutes to revive her. It wasn't until Vlad held the lit cigarettte to her throbbing clit, that she opened her eyes and began screaming until her voice cracked.
They used electricity to make her vomit up all the piss she had taken into her stomach. It took many, many jolts of juice, running between her navel and clitoris, to thoroughly clean her out. Then they forced the tubing back down her throat and hooked the other end to a water tap. Vlad barely cracked the tap so it would take a very long time for her belly to fill. On three different occasions they gave her huge jolts of electricity and forced her vomit up the water.
Each time the tap was opened a little more so it took less and less time before she was forced to empty her belly. Her stomach muscles soon gave out and they just watched as her belly rounded, grew to a bulge and then continued to grow as her face went from white to red to blue, then pale blue, the onset of death by suffocation. At this point the pressure from her expanding belly was now pressing it up against her lungs, slowly cutting off her ability to get any air. They waited until she was unconscious before beginning to make her rid herself of the enormous quantity of water now flooding her insides.
Vlad had a few more surprises for his captive. He was determined to bring her to her knees, no matter what it took. By mid-afternoon Kurtz was just a lump of twitching flesh, her body covered with all the mementos of the last two days. He had to be very careful that he did not send her into shock; Norwood had done a good job of covincing him that it was folly to use brute force to end this contest. He must resort to tortures that would slowly wear down her belief that she could resist his worst. His hole card was that this session was just one of a number that he had planned out.
He wondered how she would react when he transported her to the farm located an hour's drive from town, in the opposite direction from her father's place. There she would have the opportunity to experience what a horse cock could do to her insides, fore and aft, if necessary. She be given a chance to savor some of the incredible amounts of semen that these animals could produce when properly motivated. He wondered just how much horse semen she could hold in her belly, especially when at the same time a giant length of horse cock was stretching her cunt to well beyond its limits. He wondered where her cunt would tear first, and if her clitoris would still be as large as it is now. Perhaps he might see if a horse could be made to nibble on this tender morsel before destroying her cunt.
On the other hand he might have her introduced to the pack of dogs that the farmer kept on the farm to assist him in his chores. It was kind of strange that among their talents was the ability to tirelessly fuck any cunt that was presented for their tender loving. It was astonishing what rubbing a rag seasoned with the scent of a bitch in heat could produce. The farmer bragged that this pack could literally fuck a female to death if left alone. Vlad decided that he didn't want to know how the farmer knew this. He smiled to himself at the thought of Candi Kurtz, mounted in the stocks taking dog dick from both ends.
If somehow she survived her day in the country, wouldn't she be delighted to discover that she was going to be loaned to one of the motorcycle gangs that frequented the area. In fact it was the one that she had personally rousted a year or so ago, sending a number of the members away for up to a year. He was sure that they had a welcome back party waiting for her that she would never forget.
He wondered if there would be enough skin left on her body to put all the extra tattoos and brands they probably would like to mark her with. Of course that was just one small item on the agenda they had discussed with him. He really like their imagination. He was almost tempted to go along on their run to Mexico, where they planned to peddle her flesh as a way to take care of expenses; that is if her cunt and asshole weren't totally destroyed before hand. There were a lot of mean SOBs in Mexico who would pay a good deal of money for the chance to ruin a gringa in any way they wanted, just as long as she was still breathing when they were done with her.
Despite what he still had in store for his arch enemy, Vlad still wanted to end this one-sided contest today. There would be plenty of time to have those other things done to her once she was officially his sex slave, to do with as he wished with her father's blessings. Right now her livid, swollen sex button was like a magnet to him.
He had Norwood tease the super-sensitive lump of swollen tissue with a feather, bringing her to the verge of a major orgasm. Vlad knew the signs. It was as if he could read her mind by the way her naked body writhed and flexed as she neared her goal. He smiled grimly and brought the rubber hose down to flatten her clitoris, creating a squishing sound as the nubbin released a shower of oily fluid that spurted from the pulsating lump of agony that had been transformed from heaven to hell in the twinkling of an eye.
While her shattered mind was trying to deal with this latest torment, he blasted her bloated tit bags with two brutal blows, causing the stretched skin to split in new areas, and something that smelled foul began to ooze from her bleeding milk sacks. The woman flopped and thrashed like a fish that had been gaffed and brought into the boat to die in an alien environment. Vlad paused to enjoy the sight of the sergeant's face twisted into a grimace that reminded him of a death's head. He looked over to Norwood and said, " Let's take a break and fuel up; there's still a few things I want to do to this bitch before we take her out to the farm so she can talk to the animals." He clapped his companion on the shoulder and they went upstairs to eat, leaving Candi Kurtz to shiver from the pain she was suffering and contemplate what the words he'd said meant for her future.
(To be continued)