The Family Vlad
Chapter 14
Vlad kept Candi Kurtz on the blade for the rest of the day and overnight
as well. It had been better than four days since Vlad had dragged his prey down
into the cellar. She had not been given either food or water and it was finally
beginning to take its toll on the bald woman. After Norwood had left to visit
the judge, Vlad started exercising his new toy.
Removing her from the blade was a lot more difficult than putting her
on, especially without the help of the absent coroner. She screamed and shook
with pain as her cunt was lifted from the blade, leaving a good bit of skin and
dried blood behind. Kurtz was now bleeding again. Vlad paid it no mind,
reasoning that the bleeding wounds would soon coagulate once more. He was not
very interested in acting like some wet nurse to this bitch, especially if it
involved having anything to do with touching her cunt with his bare hands. The
thought of such contact made him shiver.
He decided that she could do with some fresh air. Norwood was away, so
there was no chance she would be able to identify him. This precaution was
wasted since the sergeant had already figured out that the coroner was Vlad's
accomplice. Vlad was surprised at her bedraggled appearance once he got her head
out of the leather hood. Her lips were chapped with deep fissures at the corners
of her mouth. She kept licking and pursing her lips. He realized it was her
thirst that was controlling these mindless reactions.
He refrained from giving her any water, but did retrieve a jug of piss
from the refrigerator that he and Norwood had contributed to over the last few
days. Its contents were very cold and relatively odor-free. She greedily sucked
up as much of the liquid as she could, amusing Vlad no end. He wondered what her
reaction would be the next time he offered her the same jug, only after it had
been aged in air so that its pungent aroma and salty taste were much in
evidence. He had already decided that if she refused it, he would continue her
fast for another day, and let her know why. He looked forward to winning this
unequal contest of the wills.
Vlad looked around to decide where to put his captive. It was then that
he had a second epiphany. Why the hell was he pussy-footing around with this
cunt? He had won, she just didn't realize it! Why play any more games, fuck it!
If that pussy Norwood wet his pants just because she knew he was helping Vlad,
so what? That was his problem, not Vlad's. It was time that the good sergeant
was told the facts of life, and he was just the man to break the news to her. As
all this whirled around inside his head, his prisoner watched. She knew
something was going on in this cruel man, and it probably wasn't going to be
anything good as far as she was concerned.
She flinched slightly when he squatted down beside her. He had this
loopy grin on his face that was so out of character. She moved away
instinctively when he reached out towards her. That proved to be a mistake. She
saw stars when his big hand struck her face. Then as she shook off the effects
of this love tap, she heard his words.
"Listen up you miserable cunt, I'm gonna give you a chance to end this
crap here and now. If you're smart, you'll accept my offer. Turn me down and I
will make your fucking life so miserable you will wish you were dead, but I
won't let you die. I'll do so much shit to you that you'll wish you'd never
heard of me. What you got so far is only a sample of what I have planned for you
in the next week or so, while your old man is fucking up my wife. I intend to
find out just how bad off she is when Norwood gets back from talking to your old
man. Imagine that, the judge calling up my old buddy Norwood at my place because
he needs him to come to his ranch to see someone. I wonder who that someone is?"
Kurtz took another slap to the side of her head that sent her sprawling.
She was hurting from sitting on that saw for the better part of a day, and knew
she was no match for Vlad, but she went at him anyway. That proved to be a real
bad mistake. He hooked one hand into her belly, taking all the wind out of her,
and while she was trying to deal with that, he dropped her with an overhand
right. She lay on the cement floor trying to catch her breath. The next thing
she knew his foot caught her in the ribs and that finished her off. She began to
puke up the piss she'd just drunk and then she started to dry heave. Vlad
stepped away and snarled. "You are fucking dead, you are gonna get it all now!"
He proved to be a man of his word.
Vlad slapped the cuffs on his captive and pushed her into the closet for
safe-keeping. Once freed of that concern, he started making phone calls to lots
of different people, all of whom had one thing in common, they owed Vlad a
favor. Finally he put in a call to police headquarters to get a list of
criminals that had been put away in the local jail by sergeant Kurtz. When he
was finished calling around, he got busy in the basement, making sure that the
fixture to which Kurtz would be secured was in proper working order. Gone were
the days of the old Vlad, who would have hung Kurtz from a hook and beat her
bloody with his fists.
When the coroner returned, he let Vlad in on what had transpired at the
ranch. The jurist indeed was planning to use the same stuff on Vicky that they
had pumped into Candi's tits. Norwood had not seen hide nor hair of Vlad's wife,
but that wasn't too surprising considering the fact that old man Kurtz knew that
he and Vlad were in cahoots. Perhaps she was all fucked up, perhaps she was in
the process of being fucked up, he couldn't tell. "For all I know, she and the
judge are in bed right now doing the nasty.", was the way he summed things up.
Vlad shrugged the whole thing off, but hinted broadly that he would soon get to
the bottom of things because he was about to put the old man's daughter through
the mill.
Norwood was not happy at all about the fact that Candi Kurtz knew about
his involvement in her mistreatment. Vlad dismissed his concerns, letting him
know that he was in the driver's seat when it came to dealing with the judge.
The tall policeman remained unconvinced and grumbled to himself about the
cavalier attitide the chief was taking toward his safety.
Norwood was smart enough to keep his irritation to himself; Vlad might
be right. He certainly acted as if it were all over. Norwood wasn't so sure;
that ball of muscle, pussy and cold fury would take some more convincing before
she rolled over. Vlad motioned him to come over to the rectangular frame that
they'd had Candi on previously.
This was a very interesting piece of work. There were subtleties to its
design that weren't obvious, but Vlad seemed to know this construct inside and
out. It was able to hold a person in almost any position and any configuration
that one could want thanks to the various tie points on the frame and the
sliding stock in which one could imprison the victim's head and hands, or either
if that suited ones purposes better.
Vlad explained what he planned to do to the woman, and showed Norwood
how he would restrain her so that her naked body was almost totally accessible
for about anything they could dream up. The chief had decided that their guest
would look a whole lot better if the hair in her armpits and the jungle covering
her cunt was gone. Norwood naively thought that meant she would be shaved, or
maybe the hair singed off, which sounded like a lot more fun.
Vlad had gone him one better. They would spend the afternoon plucking
every single hair from her armpits and mons with tweezers. It didn't sound that
unpleasant, but the sheer number of hairs to be removed meant that she would be
suffering almost continual pain that with time would grow. Norwood also hadn't
factored in the ignorance of both men about how to properly remove a hair with a
pair of tweezers.
Their guest was in a squatting position, her thighs spread apart and
tied to the frame. Her arms were pulled straight up and held in the stocks
located just below the top of the heavy wooden rectangle. Candi Kurtz didn't
make it any easier on herself by her continous struggle to escape the irritating
assault on her body hair. After twenty minutes of yanking out the hair covering
her armpits, it looked as if nothing had been removed. Part of the reason was
that in half the cases only a portion of the hair had been pulled completely
from her body. In many of these situations Candi was being set up for the pain
associated with infected follicles and ingrown hair, which was not trivial,
especially when multiplied by perhaps hundreds of sites.
The men amused themselves by trying to come up with the most painful
method to remove Candi's hair. Norwood preferred the oblique angle pull that
significantly increased the area that became irritated every time a hair was
removed. The chief favored wrapping the hair around the tweezer and then very
slowly pulling until it either came free of its mooring or broke off, leaving a
bristle behind. After another hour, every hair that they plucked caused a major
response from the woman.
To break the monotony a bit, Vlad found a can of bug spray and proceeded
to use it on the irritated skin of his captive. Candi screamed at the top of her
lungs as the spray ate into her tender skin, spreading down into the now exposed
follicles, causing more pain. She no longer thought of what they were doing as a
trivial torment, it was torture. To shut her up Vlad sprayed her face with the
stuff and she went crazy, lunging like a mad woman against the ropes holding her
to the frame. She was in absolute agony as some of the spray had gotten into her
eyes. Vlad was a happy man. He announced a beer break and the two men went
upstairs to have a few and talk about the things men talk about when they have a
helpless, naked woman at their mercy.
Vlad let Norwood know that they would be getting some visitors tomorrow
to help with Candi's "rehabilitation". They had a hearty laugh at Vlad's comment
that she needed a make over to improve her outlook on life, and these folks were
the ones to provide it.
"My old buddy Lester the tattoo artist is coming over and he's bringing
his tools. I want that cunt's cunt to have a new look after we're done getting
rid of all that kinky hair down there. Lester has some ideas he'd like to try
out on her first before he takes the risk of offending any of his regular
clients. In his case we're talking cunt, tits, ass and maybe her belly too.
There's lots of room to try things out on her."
"Marge from the piercing studio is coming over to install some jewelry
into her. She's talking cunt rings, maybe a ring through her clit, a tongue stud
or two or three, maybe even a ring if there's room left on her tongue. She also
wants to give her a nice big nose ring, which will be good because it'll be
another way to hold her still for some of the other treats I've planned for her
sorry ass. Naturally she'll get some nice big rings in her tit meat. You better
shoot her up with that stuff again so those tits of hers will be nice and big
for Marge to work on. Then a couple of nipple rings and she'll be all set. Think
of all the fun we'll have hanging weights on all those rings and seeing how much
we can stretch her cunt lips and tits."
By then Norwood's jaw had dropped and his mouth had become a fly
catcher. His eyes just glittered with the prospect of watching Candi Kurtz be
transformed into some kind of a freak. He could hardly contain himself; Vlad was
simply too much for the good doctor to deal with. He shuddered at the thought of
Vlad getting pissed off at him, and immediately put that out of his mind, not
realizing that he would be put to the test the very next day. Vlad rubbed his
hands together and let him hear the next step in his process for reducing Candi
to something even a whore would look down on.
"Remember Aunt Bessie? Well that old whore owes me a big favor for
looking the other way while we had those big spenders from the farm machinery
company in town for the week. Her girls made a pretty penny from those suckers,
so they're gonna help us to take the little lady in my basement down another peg
or two. Bessie's girls will be dropping in periodically with some goodies for
Candi. Bessie says her girls are turning maybe five or six tricks a day besides
the regulars that visit nightly. Well, tomorrow will be condom free day and
instead the girls will be having our guest suck their twats clean after they
take a couple of loads. I hear tell that one of them is on the rag and that will
be fun to watch when she waddles in and lets Candi chow down on that mess."
Candi wondered why the two policemen were giggling like school boys when
they returned to where she squatted, her partially denuded armpits still
smarting from the rough treatment and the insecticide that had been sprayed over
them. The older one had been smart enough to rinse her eyes out to keep her from
going blind from the stuff Vlad had sprayed in her face. She made a mental note
to see if she could get him a few less years in prison for what they were doing
to her.
They had gotten bored with tweezing out Candi's armpits, so they moved
down to that thick, curly forest of pubic hair that swirled in every direction
and had even sent an invading column to capture the region around her navel.
They took up positions on either side of her and began plucking the hair from
the region around the joining of her thighs and pubic mound. This time they tore
away at her furry patch with reckless abandon; there was none of that single
strand torment, now they were taking clumps of hair from her skin and it hurt
like fury.
Gradually the two attackers tore a path from the fringes of her hairy
empire toward its center, her blood bloated cunt lips flanking her dripping
snatch. It was Vlad who accidently brushed his hand across that simmering pool
of sex juice and discovered oil. He grinned evilly and announced her moist
condition to the other.
"This cunt is digging this; she's soaked! Touch that twat and see if I'm
not telling the truth."
She groaned as Norwood's slim but strong fingers probed her wetness. He
let out a whistle and pushed another finger into her churning cunt.
"I think what we have here is your garden variety masochist combined
with a souped up nympho who's suffering from extremely low self-esteem. I think
that make-over tomorrow will be just perfect, just what doctor Vlad ordered. It
should do wonders for her attitude and maybe even dry her up a bit."
Candi's blood froze when both men burst into laughter. What new terror
were they planning to spring on her tomorrow? Then the fingers within her sodden
cunt began to gently tickle her just as if she were a bloated black widow spider
being wooed by a suitor. Then Vlad ripped out a huge clump of hair guarding her
swampy slot and the pain broke her erotic reverie. Her scream was one of pain
mixed with sexual frustration that she could no longer hold back. When it ended
she began to beg for relief.
"Somebody fuck me, please....somebody fuck me, I'm so full I need to be
fucked hard! Please.....for the love of god, somebody fuck me!"
Vlad pulled one of her sex thickened cunt lips away to use as leverage
while he tore another clump of pubic hair out of her mons. Candi Kurtz began to
babble hysterically as she sought mercy from them.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuckme,
fuckme,fuckme,fuckme,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuk,fuk fuk fuk me,me,memememe"
Her shrieking made Vlad smile while Norwood was stunned at this
incredible outburst and realized that the chief had somehow figured out what
made Candi Kurtz, the tight-assed bitch that everyone either hated or feared,
tick. He felt rather foolish at his lack of faith in this man-monster. He also
felt a little sadness for this broken figure who had lost her soul to the man
who had none.
(To be continued)
