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The Family Vlad - Chapter 29
While Vlad was focused on coming up with
some clues that would point him in the right direction, things were going very
badly for Anita Watson. The delivery of her fingernail sent the judge through
the ceiling and was cause for another meeting. This time Lt. Karlson attended
as well. She sat and listened, deferring to the others. Despite the trouble she
had gotten into by trying to buck Vlad, she still had a few tricks up her
sleeve that she hoped to parlay into a coup that would reestablish her position
in the judge's hierarchy. Had they known about Anita's little hobby of taping
the various women as they cavorted with her on her bed, they might have been
able to identify the woman who kidnapped her. Karlson kept this to herself, but
already was working the files of known criminals in hopes that she could
identify the tall, buxom blonde that was the last person to appear on the tape.
It would be another day and a half before she got any additional information
from the taciturn Vlad.
Bob and Mark got tired of twiddling their
thumbs and decided that Anita had to be checked to see if indeed she was truly
a dedicated lesbian. Naturally Justine wanted in on the action, and they agreed
provided she passed their rigorous initiation process. Anita was less than
cooperative, and paid a price for giving them trouble. Bob had noticed the
nearly filled rain barrel beside the cabin. With Mark's aid they dragged their
struggling captive outside, turned her upside down and jammed her head-first
into the barrel of water.
They stepped back and watched gleefully as she
thrashed helplessly, her legs kicking wildly, but unable to escape the narrow
confines she occupied. They grinned at Justine and waited until Anita's legs
stopped moving, indicating that she had failed in her attempt to swallow the
contents of the rain barrel. Mark counted slowly to fifty before nodding to his
partner. They grabbed Anita's legs and hoisted her from the barrel. Her face
was ashen and her eyes fluttered, indicating that she was far from death's
door. Bob put her into a half-nelson and then his buddy sank his fists into her
gut, unleashing a flurry of vicious blows that brought a torrent of water from
her nostrils and mouth. Justine watched and felt herself getting wet. She could
hardly wait for them to get back into the cabin so she could get naked and do
whatever those two asked of her.
Justine was told to get Anita showered and
dried off while they set up the bed for her arrival. She was less than thrilled by the assignment,
but did as she was told, not wanting to wind up in the rain barrel like Anita.
By the time she shoved her naked captive into the back room where the two men
awaited, they had set up shop using some of the contents of her satchel, plus
some restraints they contributed. Anita put up a struggle but was easily
overpowered. They made short work of tying her into a position that allowed
them access to both her cunt and asshole. Her legs were pulled up and back so
that her ankles could be tied to the bars making up the headboard in such a way
as to spread her thighs wide apart giving them a clear shot at both holes. Her
wrists were bound tightly and anchored to the center of the headboard,
completing her bondage. The O-ring gag that they liberated from Justine's
collection of restraints was used to make sure than she couldn't do any damage
while they were face-fucking or seeing how far down her throat they could get
their cocks.
The men were excited by the sight of her
hairy armpits, now on display due to the way her arms were pulled up over her
head. That coupled with the thick bush guarding her cunt acted like magnets for
the two men. They argued good-naturedly about who would get to go first with
their prisoner, and finally decided it by flipping a coin, and Mark won.
Justine's eyes got big when he stripped off his clothing to reveal his enormous
cock, still not fully erect. Then she felt Bob's big hand cupping one of her
tits through her blouse and she got weak in the knees wondering if he was as
well hung as his partner. They watched Mark climb onto the bed and settle
himself between Anita's spread thighs. Anita's face was pale and her eyes big
as saucers as she saw the size of his dick. He rubbed the head of his cock up
and down her hairy slit to fully develop his erection. He looked back to his
partner, grinned and observed that the bitch was dry as a desert.
Seconds later his hard length of meat
punched its way into her twat, neatly splitting her cunt lips apart and bringing
a muffled grunt from the brunette. He chuckled, shifted his hips a bit and
plunged all the way inside his victim until the head of his cock encountered
her cervix. Justine licked her lips in anticipation when she saw that some
small portion of his cock was still outside Anita's widely spread cunt lips. He
reached down and grabbed her pert tits to stabilize himself as he went about
the business of raping his captive. He went at her methodically, slamming his
cock into her cunt like a machine, while he twisted her tits and watched the
reaction on Anita's face as she was attacked from two areas at once. After
perhaps a half dozen hammer-like strokes, he would rest on his heels, the head
of his cock stretching the mouth of her arid cunt. Then he'd launch another
series of brutal thrusts into that tomb-like tunnel, watching her face for any
signs of response to what he was doing.
Her refusal to acknowledge in any way that
he was raping her angered him and she paid the price. On his next rest he
leaned forward and slapped her across the face over and over until tears rolled
down her cheeks. Then he resumed his brutal beating of her cunt, ramming and
twisting his hard dick into places that had never felt the kind of power that
it was generating. He yanked her tits to their limit, making her fear that he
might actually tear them from her chest wall. Now when he took a break he
alternated his blows, slapping her swollen face and punching her sore tits
until he was ready to pound that sterile sex tunnel into submission. He finally
had to admit defeat and did so by punching her in the face, splitting her lips.
He yelled for his partner to take over while he figured out what to do to her
next.
Justine was astonished to see that Bob's
organ was even bigger than Mark's monstrous prick. She shuddered at what it
must feel like to have both those huge slabs of man-meat working away inside
both holes simultaneously, or worse yet trying to stretch a cunt or asshole to
the point that it might accommodate both at the same time. She also began to
get worried abut the way Anita was being mistreated. What if things were
settled and they were supposed to return her in one piece? What would happen
then? That particular question was in the proces of being answered even as she
articulated it.
Bob wasted no time letting Anita know that
there was a new cock in her pussy and it meant business. He plowed his dick
into her cunt until it collided with her cervix, tilting it a bit, but no
matter since the last thing Anita wanted
was to be pregnant. However when he wrapped his big hands around her neck and
began squeezing as he scraped her fuck tunnel raw, she began to fear for her
life. As bad as the first rapist had been, this was something much worse. First
of all the cock was longer and thicker, which made every thrust more painful
than anything she had experienced previously. Then there was the matter of
being strangled; she couldn't breathe and it felt as if her windpipe was about
to collapse at any moment. Finally this one seemed never to grow tired; his
cock was like a battering ram and her insides felt as if there was an army of
little miners excavating the thin mucous membrane that was the only protection
those tender walls possessed.
Anita passed out, her head lolling to the
side. Bob released her neck from his iron grip and pounded away at her cunt. He
raised himself up to give his thrusts more power and it sounded as if a pistol
was going off everytime his groin smashed into her hairy twat. Her entire body
quivered and shook each time that his cock hit bottom. He knew how she was
going to feel once they finished raping her and it made his face crack into a
smile, a cold death's head type of smile. Mark leaned over and told his buddy
that he was ready to take over once more. Bob
nodded and delivered two ferocious blows to her cunt before pulling out
with a loud pop. Mark gave him a high five at the sight of blood coating the
head of his partner's dick.
"It looks like we're making some
progress now. Wait until you see what this bitch does when I ram my cock up
that tight ass of hers and she gets a dose of the stuff I rubbed all over the
condom. Remember that rich bitch down in Central America? You know, the one
whose husband overthrew the government with our help and then we got to get rid
of her for him as well. Now that was one of the best times I've had in a long
while; it sure will bring back some real pleasant memories of that bitch
begging me to shoot her to stop the pain of that stuff burning away her cunt
walls while we took turns fucking her bowlegged."
They changed places and while Mark worked
his condom sheathed cock into Anita's tight asshole, Justine was put to work
keeping Bob stiff and ready for his next turn with their lesbian prisoner. She
made no objections, realizing she was outmanned and that was putting it mildly.
Besides Bob's cock was almost manageable when compared to that giant hanging
from his partner's loins. At first the only sensation that Anita felt was the
pain associated with the entry of that enormous cock into her super tight
asshole. It made short work of her sphincter muscle and bored forward to enter
her colon. The penetration was somewhat slowed by the narrow passageway, but
the head of this monster piece of man-meat continued to conquer new territory,
going deeper and deeper. Then suddenly the pert breasted brunette felt the
first attack from the material that had been spread over the condom. It stung
at first and then began to burn. Her mucous membrane reacted to the assault by
shrinking back onto itself, but the fiery chemical moved even quicker, gaining
a beachhead in her rectum.
Justine was too busy keeping that hard length of cock from choking
her to pay much attention at first to what was transpiring on the bed. Then
these strange noises started issuing from their prisoner's mouth and her face
began to turn rudy as the chemical entered her bloodstream through the walls of
her colon. The pain increased rapidly and she struggled to escape her bonds and
even expel him from her bowels, all to no avail. She was like a butterfly
nailed to a board, impossible to move or prevent the growing level of
burning pain that made her intestines
feel as if they had caught fire.
Then the rapist began to pound her with a
fury that was breathtaking. Anita's eyes popped and her entire body shook from
the combined pain associated with the corrosive chemical that was eating away
at the thin membrane guarding her colon's walls, and the brutal pummeling that
monster weapon was delivering to her sensitive rectum. The pain was too much
and Anita fainted dead away. Mark kept up his brutal assault for another minute
or so until it dawned on him that she was unconscious and beyond pain. He
pulled out and began slapping her face to rouse her for more agony and
punishment.
The two men swapped so that Bob could do
some more damage to Anita's torn up cunt, and give the stuff burning away the
lining of her colon more time to dissipate before Mark's huge prod returned to
the job of totally ruining her rectum. Anita Watson cycled between periods of
intense pain and comatose behavior. Justine meanwhile continued to fluff the
men as they took turns pounding away at both of the secretary's now bleeding
holes. The tall blonde was amazed at their self control. To the best of her
knowledge, neither had ejaculated yet and they had been going at their victim
was the better part of an hour.
Anita's mouth became a target of
opportunity after a time. Now their blood bedecked cocks went from her cunt and
asshole into her mouth and as far down her throat as they could jam them. The
muffled screeches and squawks that were
wrung from her seemed to goad her tormentors to new heights of brutality. They
took turns cutting off her air passage with their thick cocks, grinning down at
her as she struggled, her face turning blue, announcing the final stage of
asphixiation before she would lapse into a coma. Somehow she never managed to
escape into oblivion. They seemed to always know just when to yank out the cock
plugging her throat so she could begin to gasp and gulp in precious oxygen to
her lungs and other organs so dependent upon that to sustain her vital
functions.
Justine was caught off guard when suddenly
she was asked if she wanted to tear off a piece of their captive. All the big
blonde could think to say was "When in Rome do as the Romans do". Her
remark brought laughter from the pair and a suggestion that now since they had
opened Anita's cunt considerably, she might want to finish the task by means of
fisting the captive. Justine knew that any suggestion was tantamount to an
order, and so she jumped right in, rolling up her sleeve, as they watched and
smirked at their helpless prisoner. It took her some time to work her closed
fist into Anita's damp and still relatively tight cunt. The sounds issuing from
the O-ring gag, and her movements against her bonds let Justine know that her
entry was causing Anita some difficulty already. That only made her more eager
to show her companions that she could play their game too.
It took quite a bit of time for her
to understand what fisting was all
about. It wasn't just ramming her fist as hard as she could into the woman's
cunt; there was much more to it than that. It meant moving as far up the birth
canal as was comfortable for her, then pausing to see how much she could change
her fist into a hand, and if successful, use her fingernails to do some damage
to the sensitive walls of Anita's cunt. Once she got that part of the process
down pat, she was able to make her prisoner scream and struggle whenever she
wanted. This little trick went over big with the men who cheered and urged her
to see if she could reach the captive's cervix and really make her hurt.
It was Bob who decided that Justine needed
a proper initiation. He held a quiet conversation with Mark and the two men
smiled in agreement. When the tall blonde heard what they expected her to do
next, she balked at first. However the look on their faces made her rethink her
position. If she turned their idea down she knew it was curtains for her chance
to be ever accepted by them. Justine offered a compromise that involved forcing
Anita to lick her cunt juices from Justine's fist and forearm. If she failed to
make the woman do this, she would lick it off herself. Mark really loved the
concept and his enthusiasm was infectious. Now the ball was in her court; she
had to somehow make the slim brunette peform this rather disgusting act. It was
no surprise when Anita flatly refused, shaking her head furiously.
Justine made a big production out of
wiping off her hand and forearm across Anita's face. She then went to her
satchel and selected a number of hypodermic needles which she filled with a
greenish solution, being very careful not to come into contact with the chemical.
She returned to where Anita lay, naked and helpless, and gave her one last
chance to agree to what she had asked her to do just a few brief minutes ago.
The men were now hanging on her every word, wondering what was contained in the
collection of hypos that she spread out before Anita Watson.
"This is your last chance. Once I
start, I'll not stop until I've pumped the contents of every needle here into
various portions of your anatomy. I guarantee that you will wish you had said
yes to my offer, and after a time you'll wish for death because of the way this
solution will react in your body. This is something you have never experienced.
The only ones who have were in my prison and got on the wrong side of me. Two
tried to commit suicide when they learned they were scheduled for a second shot
of this interesting chemical. Another offered to become my personal toilet in
exchange for not getting injected again. The fourth survivor went insane before
she could be given the drug. All the others died in a most painful way within
twenty-four hours of taking the drug. Why the other four survived is not for me
to wonder about too much. Now for the final time will you lick your pussy juice
off my fist and any other part of me that comes in contact with it?...........No,
then have it your way."
Mark and Bob took a deep breath as Justine
picked up the first hypodermic needle and readied it for injection into the
nipple of Anita's left tit. They stopped breathing until Justine thumbed the
entire contents directly through the center of the prisoner's nipple and into
the fatty tissue of her tit. For perhaps thirty seconds she exhibited no
effect, then things began to happen.
(To be continued-lex
ludite)
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