Chapter II
The subject of this discussion, Vicky, short for Victoria, Vlad was
indeed in deep shit. Somehow she had managed to survive having enormous
quantities of water forced into her stomach until the pressure from her bulging
belly caused her lungs to stop working. Kurtz had watched impassively as Vicky
struggled against her bonds while her stomach swelled from the water being
slowly pumped into her. She had endured this procedure, as Kurtz called it, not
once but three times. Indeed, each time Vicky felt as if she was in the final
stages of a pregnancy just before she passed out.
Kurtz then made Mrs. V endure another procedure, a series of fiendish
enemas designed to make her feel as if her insides were on fire. She took quart
after quart of devilish concoctions that irritated, inflamed, cramped and caused
her intestines to spasm from the effects of these terrible mixtures. She voided
until her colon and sphincter muscles could no longer function, leaving her
rectum in a dilated state, which allowed other nasty procedures to be used.
Currently she had three billy clubs wedged deep into her rectum and another
quartet of fat wooden implements buried inside her cunt.
However she barely noticed the pain because currently her noosed breasts
were supporting the weight of her body. The buxom brunette's hands were cuffed
behind her back and drawn up painfully by the short length of rope that joined
them to her braided hair. Kurtz was amusing herself by pushing Vicky's
pain-wracked body so that the ropes attached to her breasts twisted together and
then untwisted, causing her to scream into the urine soaked pair of panties that
were taped securely inside of her mouth. Adding to her agony, heavy weights hung
from her hobbled ankles, putting even more strain on her sore, distended
breasts.
Vicky felt hands on her bulging belly; she had been filled to her limit
just before being hoisted off her feet. " I wonder what would happen if I used
my nightstick on this swollen tummy of yours? Would you burst like a balloon
filled with too much air? No, I think all this water would try to get out of you
through your little nostrils. That would be so interesting to see. Shall we try
and observe what happens?" Vicky recognized Kurtz's voice and reacted with a
strange mixture of feelings. Part of her shuddered at the horrible prospect of
slowly being suffocated as the water poured steadily from her nose, cutting off
her ability to breathe. Another part began to make her cunt ooze as she thought
of being Kurtz's slave, forced to service the lean dark haired woman with her
lips, mouth and tongue.
The policewoman began to slowly rub her fingers across Vicky's stuffed
cunt, teasing it with her knowing touch. Vicky responded, her cunt cream working
it's way down the wooden clubs that stretched her pussy to its limit. "You like
that, don't you?" Kurtz whispered, her fingers pressing harder against the
helpless woman's sweaty flesh. "Confess and I'm sure my father, the judge, will
go easy on you. Perhaps you'll be given public, or will it be pubic service.
Perhaps you'll be sentenced to a halfway house such as the one I run for wayward
girls. I would be only too happy to assist in your rehabilitation. With the
help of some of my friends you could spend your days learning how to truly
satisfy a woman, and then at night you could demonstrate how well you learned
your lessons on me." Kurtz pressed the palm of her hand against Vicky's bulging
belly, causing her to tremble with dread at what might happen if the policewoman
made her begin vomiting up all the water that was distending her midsection.
Instead she was shoved backwards so that the nooses could once more twist and
untwist, causing her poor bloated breasts to feel as if they would tear away
from her chest at any second. Kurtz hissed through her clenched teeth, " Have it
your way you stupid cow. Now you will know what it means to truly suffer! "
The first blow struck her kneecap with devastating force. Vicky nearly
passed out from the pain that lanced through the joint. Before she could even
begin to recover from that blow, a second caught her just below her bulging
stomach, and then a third landed on a hipbone. Vicky was in agony. She looked
down to see Kurtz drawing back her arm to strike her once more. This time the
nightstick sank into her water filled stomach and now she was truly in hell as a
torrent of water began issuing from her nostrils while even more of it backed
into her gagged mouth. Vicky began to suffocate as the water prevented her from
getting any air. It did not take long for her face to turn red, then blue as she
drowned in midair, her legs bucking futilely and her eyes popping from their
sockets. Kurtz laughed at her predicament and slammed the stick low across her
middle into the sensitive groin region. Even more water spurted from her
nostrils and quickly the pressure from the water flooding her mouth was
sufficient to tear away the tape that held her gag in place. A gusher of cloudy
water spewed from her mouth now as her lips turned blue, a sign not lost on
Kurtz. She ordered Vicky to be lowered to the floor to make it easier for her to
vomit up the water. Mrs. V had come as close to death as anyone could, but she
would survive.
