The Family Vlad
Chapter 13
It was another typically blistering day when Judge Kurtz arrived back
from town. Twan greeted him at the door with a small smile. She took his coat
and tie and inquired in her broken English if everything had gone well for the
judge while he went about his business. She clapped her hands with glee when he
replied that for the next week he would be able to enjoy his ranch and entertain
his guest. At the mention of Vicky, Twan's face lit up in a grim smile. The
judge caught its meaning instantly and it was his turn to smile and shake his
head.
"She not be too much trouble for you, yes?" Kurtz asked in the strange
semi-language that he and she seemed to mutually understand.
"She help plenty here. Hands really happy."
Her cryptic response gave the jurist pause as he attempted to fully
interpret the meaning of her words. It slowly dawned on him that she had made a
subtle joke. He was always astonished every time this passive, alien from
another world would reveal her native intelligence and the sharp mind that
lurked behind those dark eyes. At times he would almost become somewhat wary of
his faithful servant. He shook off his musings and spoke directly to Twan in
simple words.
"Is she good? Not hurt too bad? Where?"
Twan was quiet for a moment or so as she processed his words into
something her mind could work on. She shrugged her shoulders as she replied.
"Not hurt too bad....Outside in sun"
The subject of their discussion was indeed outside taking the sun. In
fact she had been taking the sun since around noon yesterday after her battered
and bruised body had been gang raped for the final time. Over the last
twenty-four hours she had received more than one small group of visitors who had
their way with her and left their spendings to leak from the guest's gaping cunt
and be either absorbed by the earth to which she was staked or evaporate in the
blistering heat of day. She had also received regular visits from Twan who
delighted in her suffering, and added to it with vicious kicks to her swollen
vulva just before she took her leave.
Twan's cruelty seemed to know no bounds. After she had supervised the
hands who staked her out spread-eagle fashion under the pitless glare of the
noon-day sun, she had filled a jar with dirt from the area in which Vicky lay
and then had pissed into the container to form a glob of mud-like material that
she stuffed into Vicky's mouth, using tape to hold it in place. By the end of
the first day Vicky had greedily sucked every drop of piss from the mud and
during her long night slowly swallowed what remained to avoid strangling on it.
The sun was so intense that Twan carried a parasol to shield herself
from the glare and intense heat. Her employer depended on his broad brimmed hat.
Their approach caused the small group of people huddled around what looked to be
a mound of something or other to scatter, leaving only one person still hunched
over it. As they drew closer, the shimmering heat gave up its secret, revealing
the mound to be a naked woman staked out under the broiling sun. Squatting over
her was Tai, directing a stream of piss directly into Vicky's face. Judge Kurtz
could not suppress the startled gasp of recognition that came from him. The
little, monkey-like girl ignored them as she finished her task of washing the
dust from Vicky's face and upper body.
Kurtz had a hard time believing what he saw. Vicky Vlad was on her back,
her face and body burned nearly black from the harsh rays of the sun that had
penetrated sufficiently deep into her flesh to cause the kind of damage usually
found in victims of second degree burns. To make matters worse, an army of fire
ants had discovered the sweet substance that Twan had rubbed into the woman's
cunt and thighs this morning, before leaving Vicky to fry. She hardly reacted to
the assault from the ants who had just arrived and were now busily setting up
outposts on her swollen, burnt flesh, stinging her fiercely every time she as
much as twitched. Tai grinned up at the judge and her mother, proud of what she
had just done to this woman who they had tortured for the better part of the
three days that she had been with them.
The judge swallowed his initial outrage at the cruelty that had been
displayed to his guest by his housekeeper and her daughter. They were what they
were, beings from another culture that had refined torture to a fine art. For
some reason Kurtz ticked off all the enemies that America had fought in the last
fifty odd years. There were the Japanese, the Koreans, the Chinese and finally
the Vietnamese, all members of this other world that men of the West could not
fathom. This cooled his anger, but he resolved that he would exact some amount
of vengeance for their excessive behavior.
He knelt down and brushed the ants from Vicky's body with his hat, which
he then placed over her face. He looked up at Twan and crooked his finger,
ordering her to turn over the parasol to him. She made no sign that would
indicate her reaction to this command. She nodded and turned to fetch some hands
who would release the guest from her bonds and bring her to the main house. His
scowl was enough to send the skinny girl scampering away to the safety of one of
the outlying buildings. Kurtz had no doubt that she would soon be honoring any
and all requests from his men who felt the need for her particular services.
Once more he gave thanks to Dr. Norwood for making sure that she would never get
pregnant again.
Kurtz summoned the local doctor who arrived two hours later and examined
what was left of Vicky Vlad. It didn't take much intelligence to realize from
the doctor's face that she had suffered monumental damage to nearly every
portion of her body. The inventory that the doctor produced included cuts,
bruises, burns, hematomas, acute dehydration, vaginal and rectal damage from the
dozens upon dozens of rapes she had endured, insect bites, stings, the infection
from the nearly one hundred needles that the doctor removed from her swollen
breasts, and the massive damage done to her breasts from long term loss of blood
circulation.
Vicky was in shock and her vital signs were of great concern to him. He
strongly urged that she be transported to the burn ward of a hospital located a
hundred and fifty miles from here, so great had been the damage caused to her
skin from the lengthy exposure to the sun.
He neatly summed it up with the statement, " I really don't know how she
managed to stay alive this long. If we do nothing she's dead by morning. From
the looks of things there is no way that this case can be ignored or kept out of
the newspapers if she dies. I will not be party to whatever happened here. I
know who you are and I can't believe that you could have been responsible for
this terrible deed. We have to try to keep this quiet and hope she pulls
through. That we'll probably know in a week. Until then it's in the laps of the
gods."
Two more hours went by before a helicopter ferried Vicky and the doctor
from his ranch. Fifteen minutes later Twan and Tai faced the judge's wrath.
Judge Kurtz was well known for his off the wall sentences. There was a quirk in
his personality that made some of his decisions drip with irony. This was to be
one of them.
By this time, Twan realized that she was in serious trouble with the man
who had rescued her from her miserable existence. She had already mentally
accepted, or so she thought, any punishment that he might mete out to her. Twan
wondered if it involved servicing all the hands that worked on his farm. Once
would certainly not be enough, perhaps she'd be their slave for a week or even a
month; not anything that she didn't deserve for letting her emotions get in the
way of his plans. No, that was too easy. Then perhaps it was the animals, the
horses especially that would mount and split her open with their huge cocks.
Yes, that would make more sense. That would severely harm her insides and be a
constant reminder of her failure when he gave her his trust.
When Kurtz pronounced his sentence Twan went numb. How could this be? It
was Twan who decided what must be done to the white woman; Tai was merely
carrying out Twan's orders. Why then must she suffer and Twan go free? Worse
still, it would be Twan who would carry out her master's instructions as he
watched. These tall people with strange colored eyes were not her kind. They had
no heart, no soul, creatures of the darkness with no mercy in their bodies.
Kurtz watched the play of emotion that briefly flashed across the woman's face
and was pleased. He had chosen the proper punishment for the crime that had been
committed against him.
Tai was taken by a pair of his more trustworthy hands to an outbuilding
where she was imprisoned for the night. Her punishment would not begin for
another day. During her wait she would fast and reflect on the magnitude of her
offense. Twan was sent back to work, but another hand was assigned to watch her
to be sure that she did not attempt to flee or somehow free her daughter.
The judge made a number of phone calls before he was put into contact
with Dr. Norwood. The police coroner was taken aback that Judge Katz would seek
him out here at Vlad's place. He was courteous to this powerful personage,
listened intently to the man's request, and after a brief moment of indecision
agreed to come out to the judge's ranch and bring his medical bag with him. To
his utter amazement the judge knew that he possessed that strange drug he had
recently obtained from a colleague. Naturally he thought it was to be used on
Vlad's wife, which caused some concern, but when given a choice of offending
Vlad or the judge, there could be but one answer.
Norwood was no fool; he had dealt with the judge in the past and knew
the man had plenty of leverage over him. Still he wanted to cover all the bases,
so he told Vlad what had transpired between him and Candi Kurtz's father. The
chief made light of it, commenting that he now would have some time alone with
his guest while Norwood was doing the judge's bidding. He even was amused that
the same drug that had caused the sergeant to nearly come out of her skin would
be used on his wife for the same nasty purpose by the judge.
The meeting with the judge was brief and to the point. Norwood explained
what the drug did and how much was needed to get what result. He left three
syringes loaded with the substance and gave Kurtz the number at which he could
be reached in the event there were any unexpected reactions from it. He didn't
think it was strange that there was no sign of Vicky. He merely assumed that she
was in one of the other buildings being beaten, tortured or raped, as was the
case with Candi.
The judge was delighted to obtain a supply of this nasty stuff; he had
immediate plans for it. He could hardly wait to see the effect it would have on
Tai. Like many of her people the girl was flat as a board, seemingly denying him
the opportunity of forcing her mother to torment her in much the same way as
they had done Vicky.
Until today he had never really thought much about this little waif. She
was probably fifteen by now; that was only a guess since these people had zero
documentation to establish anything concerning their existence. They just were,
which had advantages and disadvantages. Had that been Tai staked out in the sun,
it would have been easy to let her die and then bury the body somewhere on the
farm, almost guaranteeing that she would never be found, because there would be
no one looking for her.
It would be quite easy to make Twan and her daughter disappear off the
face of the earth. They would just have been another couple of undocumented
aliens passing through his farm on their way to god knows where; none of his
business to be sure. He quickly got these thoughts out of his head, they were
too tempting considering his current mood. It was time to concentrate on
punishing his housekeeper for her serious lack of judgement; that was a far more
entertaining prospect.
The following morning Tai, who had been given neither food nor water
since she had been locked away, was taken out from the dark, hot, hut she had
occupied. The sun had just appeared, giving every sign that it would be another
very hot and extremely dry day. Waiting for her appearance were the judge, most
of the farm hands and Twan. The woman had been stripped to the skin for the
occasion, displaying what was a rather well proportioned body featuring a thick
pelt covering her cunt. The hands were properly impressed and there were low
mutterings in their native tongue concerning her looks and what they would enjoy
doing to her. They would get such an opportunity before her ordeal was over.
Tai stripped, was child-like with her thin pancake shaped breasts topped
by very small nipples and the wispy patch of pubic hair that did nothing to hide
that pink slot that was very familiar to all the hands. She had pipe-stem arms
and legs, no hips and an ass almost devoid of curvature. She was as thin as a
runway model, all her joints poking up through their covering of brown skin. The
hands exchanged knowing smiles and a few words, spoken in low voices to avoid
calling any attention to the speaker.
Tai was marched to one of the corrals and lashed to the fencing, facing
outward, her legs spread wide. At a signal from the judge Twan was handed a
flogger composed of a number of leather strips.
"I count, you hurt, no stop, til I say."
The strange language these two shared came as a great surprise to those
hands able to understand English. Twan's shoulders seemed to sag, then she
raised the whip and laid the first of many strokes across her daughter's bare
body. Kurtz kept the grim count, occasionally ordering her to shift her efforts
to another part of Tai's anatomy. When the woman was finally forced to begin
whipping her child's pubes, the judge's voice grew louder and he counted a very
long time before allowing her to move to another area.
The judge was forced to admire her fortitude and willingness to do his
bidding. She was not a big woman by any means but each blow she delivered was
done with considerable force. Kurtz had anticipated that she would have to be
coerced somewhat in order to properly carry out his orders. Once again she
demonstrated the fact that she came from a world unlike that in which he
existed.
Kurtz kept counting until Tai's body was covered from neck to knee with
welts and cuts, and Twan was too exhausted to lift her arm to deliver one more
blow. With a grim smile he ordered his foreman to escort Twan to the main bunk
house so that she could become better acquainted with her peers. He left the
girl to bake in the hot sun while her mother suffered the first of a number of
gang rapes. One of the hands was left to make sure that nothing happened to Tai;
Kurtz had a very long day planned for her and he wanted to make sure that
nothing would get in the way of his enjoyment.
Before Twan was returned from entertaining the work force, Kurtz had the
girl retied so that her backside could receive some attention as well. This time
Twan would learn how to use the cane, a particularly vicious weapon in the right
hands. The judge was looking forward to the sight of this length of rattan
tearing into the girl's ass and the backs of her thighs. He planned to have Twan
take her practice on Tai's back, a larger area capable of absorbing much more
punishment than her more tender parts.
His housekeeper showed evidence of the type of welcome she had received.
Her thick patch of pubic hair was streaked with dried and fresh semen and her
back channel was a gaping crimson hole from which oozed more of the cum that had
been pumped into her by the gang of workers. They too put in an appearance just
minutes after she returned, eager to witness the further punishment and
degradation of the pair of foreigners.
Twan tried to act as if she was unable to properly use the wicked
instrument she was handed. Kurtz incentivized her by having one of the men
demonstrate its proper use on her skinny daughter, who shouted in her native
tongue as the cane bit into her back, leaving a deep angry welt. It did not take
Twan long to realize that the judge was not counting and no matter how hard she
hit her helpless child, it would do far less damage than what would occur
otherwise. She reached for the cane after the second welt appeared on Tai's
back.
Kurtz counted and pointed so that Twan walked the cane down her
daughter's back until it was biting into her buttocks. He counted for a very
long time as the cane slashed gashes into the pale mounds of stringy meat that
comprised her ass. Twan began to tire, but continued to hit the child as hard as
she could in hopes that by drawing blood she might create some feeling of pity
in the heart of this terrible man.
He seemed oblivious to anything but watching the cane tear away at the
girl's pale flesh and keeping count. Abruptly he called a halt to the caning
after Twan had landed nearly a dozen weak strikes to Tai's thighs. There would
be other opportunities for her to finish the job properly he thought with a
smile, especially once her daughter was injected with the magic drug that would
turn her tits and ass into big rounded targets so sensitive that even a slap
would cause incredible pain.
By now the sun was high in the sky, and it was time for another cruel
punishment to be adminstered to the girl while her helpless mother looked on,
unable to do anything to comfort her as she suffered. Twan's face showed the
pain that the judge had been looking for since the morning began. He gloated
secretly and imagined the look that would cross her face when he unveiled the
many other surprises he had in store for them.
He supervised the men who staked out Tai in the blazing furnace of open
space. He directed them to set up a chair and an umbrella that would shield its
occupant from the sun while the girl broiled. To make it even more insideous,
she would be watched by one of the men at all times and he would force her to
drink from the large canteens that were located beneath the chair, or her
daughter would suffer additional pain. All it took was one demonstration; she
grabbed up the canteen and began gulping down its contents seconds after the
man's foot landed between her daughter's legs with a sickening thud.
Perhaps of all the torments that Kurtz perpetrated on her, this was the
worse by far.It was perfectly ironic in keeping with his quirky nature. After a
number of hours he visited them to find Twan's belly bulging to its limit with
water that she had been forced to drink in order to save her parched daughter
from even worse pain. The judge could not conceal his pleasure that his little
plan had paid the type of dividend he had been expecting.
He decided that he had enjoyed this little trick long enough; it was
time for Twan to return to her duties in the men's quarters. He knew they would
be pleased to have a second opportunity to demonstrate their male prowness to
the once aloof housekeeper. As for the girl, she would be given an opportunity
to rest in her little dark hut while he prepared his next surprise for Twan.
Taking pity on the teenager he instructed his man to make sure that Tai was
supplied with a large jar of piss, donated by his workers, to quench the thirst
she had developed out in the sun.
He sent for Twan at dusk; the men had had many long hours to skewer
their victim fore and aft. He wondered how much of that bulging water-logged
belly was left after the hours of steady poking and prodding she no likely
received. When they dragged her into the stable where Kurtz waited, her face
paled. She knew what awaited her. She could not imagine the level of pain she
would feel now, after all those hard cocks that reamed out her insides until
they ached every time she moved or even breathed.
Twan made no effort to fight off the trio of men who grabbed and fitted
her body into the leather cocoon that would hold her steady as her equine lover
had his way with her. They fixed the sling-harness into an alcove located below
the sturdy boards that would provide some degree of protection for her from the
massive weight on the stallion. She was positioned so she faced away from the
animal, her legs spread wide and her cunt now vulverable to his huge cock. She
both heard and felt the arrival of the horse, snorting and moving uneasily as he
was placed into position by the three men.
The woman could now smell the animal, its scent musky and harsh.
Suddenly she felt something wet brush against her buttocks and poke downward to
make contact with her semen soaked cunt. She tensed herself and waited. The wet
something moved away and then returned, more insistent this time. It poked hard
against the entrance to her cunt. She shuddered in terrible fear, realizing that
whatever it was, was much larger than her opening despite the stretching it had
received during the two bouts of mass rape she had endured today.
The horse continued to batter away at her cunt and Twan lost control and
began crying out in her language, begging for the animal to stop. Instead the
stallion redoubled his frantic efforts to penetrate her, and at last his massive
prong opened her up just barely enough for his cock to enter her sore cunt.
Twan's screams echoed throughout the farm as her lover began to wedge more and
more of its enormous organ into her narrow channel.
Twan was sure that she would split open any second, but her elastic
genitals somehow accommodated more and more of the monstrous slab of horse flesh
boring into her. Then she felt this wet sensation that grew to a flood as the
animal began to spew its seed inside his human dam. There were excited cries
from the men observing this epic struggle between her and the stallion, and a
peal of laughter issued from Judge Kurtz before he shouted, "The next one will
be much easier. Just wait until tomorrow when I give you two for the price of
one." These were the last sounds she heard for many hours, as she passed out
from the pain and shock of the animal's assault.
Kurtz still had one more thing to accomplish before his day was over and
he could reward himself with a big slug of bourbon whiskey. Accompanied by two
of his hands he made his way to the hut were Tai was huddled, trying to recover
from the awful beatings and her long stretch out in the blazing sun. She was so
maddened by thirst that she had downed most of the foul smelling liquid that had
been left with her.
The judge had picked up enough information from Norwood about the
relationship of size to the amount of drug to be administered. So he chose to
adopt a conservative approach to dosing the girl. It was painfully obvious that
the amount of breast flesh she possessed was dwarfed by the large solid melons
that adorned Vicky Vlad's chest. He thus decided to see what effect half the
dose would yield. He injected one of Tai's thin breasts and observed what
happened.
For a few minutes the girl acted normally considering her current
physical state. Within the next five minutes she was screaming her head off and
clawing at the area where he had made the injection. His companions gasped in
amazement as the girl's breast began to swell dramatically. Kurtz watched
impassively as the metamorphosis took place. He had them hold the girl still so
he could inject her other breast.
Her reaction was now even more violent as the pain and swelling doubled.
Her screams would have waked the dead; she became so agitated that they had to
physically subdue her, binding her hands and feet with leather strips and
shoving a dirty handkerchief into her mouth to shut her up. Kurtz was beside
himself with delight. He could hardly wait for morning to spring this next ugly
surprise on Twan.
They assembled at the same spot as yesterday, waiting for Tai to be
brought from her hut. The farm workers broke into excited chatter among
themselves when they saw the girl. Tai walked stiff legged, two massive lumps of
purplish flesh now protruded from her skinny chest. The drug had worked as
promised. The girl had gone from perhaps a 30A to at least a 35C. The skin on
her new breasts was already cracking and supperating from the enormous pressure
that had been produced by this rapid growth spurt. A fluid oozed from the cracks
and dripped slowly from her huge tits with evey step she took. Kurtz was pleased
at the shocked look etched upon Twan's features. It was going to be as good a
day as yesterday, perhaps even better.
Tai was pushed against the fence where she had been previously lashed,
but this time her arms were pulled up and over the top railing and then her
wrists were tied tightly together and anchored to the railing below, forcing her
massive mounds to thrust outward, as if begging for some attention; they would
not have long to wait. Her legs were spread far apart and tied to stakes driven
into the ground, totally exposing her cunt for any punishment the judge might
prescibe. With a deep, mocking bow he handed Twan an 18 inch metal ruler. He
pointed at the girl's bloated bags of swollen meat and nodded. "I count, start!"
Twan stood there, the ruler at her side. Kurtz pointed a finger at one
of the men and said something that Twan did not understand. He took a quick step
toward the helpless girl, dragging his big buckled belt from his waist. The
sound the thick leather made as it smacked across Tai's super swollen and oh so
tender tits was strangely muted due to the yielding flesh it encountered, but
the scream it wrung from the girl was awesome. Twan grabbed the man's arm before
he could strike her child again. Once more Kurtz had proven to be her master.
No matter how Twan tried, every blow from the ruler brought shrill cries
of agony from her child. But what she was doing was nothing compared to that
single slash from the man. Blood was dripping from the wound and although she
tried to avoid striking the area, Kurtz would not allow it. He would stop
counting whenever it became too obvious what she was doing. He played with her
as if it was a game of cat and mouse.
Twan had to admit total defeat. Finally her will failed completely and
she groveled at his feet as he looked down and laughed. " I guess you would
prefer another tryst with one of your stallion lovers. I will be a gracious
victor and allow you that pleasure."
She did not understand every word, but knew that the stables were her
next destination. She hoped that this would be enough of a diversion that her
daughter would not suffer any more torment. She underestimated the judge's
cruelty.
While Twan was being strapped in for her intimate interlude with another
of the stallions, a particularly fractious one at that, the farm workers were
being given free rein to torment Tai's new tits and that tight pink pussy that
they knew only too well. Her screams could be heard in the stable and Twan
became insane with grief, struggling madly to escape the bonds that held her in
place.
The men amused themselves for quite some time, wrenching the girl's
pulsating tits from her chest, twisting them as she made eerie noises, poking
and even punching those big purple bags until her voice gave out and only
garbled animalistic sounds came from her. Others paid attention to her
relatively undamaged twat, scratching it with their fingernails as they vied to
see who could get his hand completely within her immature cunt.
It was one of the biggest workers who finally breached the tough muscle
guarding her vagina and plunged his sweaty fist into that tender tunnel and
began the long agonizing journey toward her cervix. Tai went into a swoon which
deprived them of most of the pleasure associated with hurting her skinny body.
All the while Twan could hear the pathetic wails and sobs as her child was
brutalized. When she was cut off in mid-scream, Twan's heart nearly broke as she
assumed the worst; they had killed her daughter, the only reason for her
existence. So intense was her grief that she barely reacted to the initial
assault on her sore cunt by the stallion.
Things did not go well for Twan. The animal battered her pubes until
they were so swollen it was impossible for him to enter her. By the time the men
had to call a halt to the brutal attack of the maddened stallion, Twan was
unconscious and bleeding from the cunt. For the first time since he had begun
this nightmarish game with her, Kurtz had overestimated Twan's ability to absorb
pain and punishment. There was still much to be done to the girl before end of
day and he so desperately wanted her mother to witness every agonizing moment.
For the second time he put in a call to Norwood.
( To be continued )
