The Family Vlad
Chapter 20
"What's your pleasure, the block or the frame?" Norwood had no idea what
the kennel master was talking about, but Vlad did. "Let's make it the block. It
gives the dogs a better target if you ask me." Vlad's reply brought a smile to
Farnham's face. "I love a customer who knows what he's doing. We'll have the
lovely lady strapped in good and tight in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Now how
do you want her to get it, one round or two, half and half or all one way?"
Vlad paused in thought before replying. " If I didn't have it in mind
for her to meet up with Lucifer and perhaps one or two of his friends, I'd say
two runs, half and half. However since I want her to be in some kind of a state
where she'll enjoy taking fifteen inches of horse cock up that tight twat and
maybe even that tighter asshole, let's make it one round alternating, starting
with her cunt."
Farnham shook his head and muttered. "A little knowledge is a dangerous
thing. I should never have let you in on how things could be done here. Now it's
come back to bite me on the ass. So instead of just having to make one change in
the middle of the run, now I have to change her shield after every damned dog is
done doing her." It was obvious from the twinkle in his eye that the kennel
master wasn't offended at all by Vlad's choices.
They reached the out building and entered. The main feature of the
strucure was the dog run, a fenced area about twenty five feet long and perhaps
six feet wide. With Vald's assistance, Farnham dragged a heavy wooden block that
was perhaps two feet high and three feet on each side, into the run and located
it at the midway point that had been previously marked with a pair of stakes.
There were a number of iron rings mounted on three sides of the cube. They
formed the basis for a harness of leather straps that held the victim in place.
Vlad and Norwood wrestled a struggling Candi Kurtz onto the block and
used the various straps to cinch her down to its top, her head hanging over one
side. She was forced into a kneeling position with her thighs pulled apart by
other straps that were anchored to the rings in the block. A broad leather belt
held her body flat against the top of the block and her wrists were pulled to
the sides and achored to the other set of rings. Farnham and the chief walked
around the block checking to make sure that Candi was secured properly and her
cunt and asshole were totally available for the dogs. Finally the chief checked
the front paws of the dogs to make sure that they were covered with leather
pouches so their sharp nails wouldn't cut the sergeant's back and hips to
ribbons as they fucked her bowlegged.
Farnham picked up a rag and rubbed it over Candi's asshole and cunt,
holding his head to the side to avoid breathing the stench that came from it.
Now Vlad's arch enemy was covered with the scent of a bitch in heat. Even at a
distance the pack of dogs began to move around restlessly as they picked it up.
Then the kennel master produced the shield that would protect one of the woman's
holes while the other was being used. It consisted of a rubber bung mounted to a
plaited length of animal hair that looked very much like a horse's tail. He
centered it at the entrance to Candi's asshole and jammed it in with one brutal
thrust, burying it securely within her. He gave the two policemen a thumbs up
sign and exited from the run. He went over to the pen holding the dog pack and
grabbed one of the snarling beasts by its collar and dragged it towards the gate
to the dog run. He nodded to Vlad who opened the gate and stood back as the
animal was released.
The tick hound hurtled down the run and was upon Kurtz in a flash, his
nearly seventy pound body slamming into her ass cheeks. He sprang up and wrapped
his front paws around Candi's flanks and began frantically poking his unsheathed
red length of dog cock into her body, trying to find her entry way. It didn't
take long for the dog to plug his cock deep into her cunt. It began to plow a
furrow in her tunnel with a series of strokes that were so fast that they became
almost a blur. The woman began to scream from the strength of its attack and the
terrible realization that she was being taken by an animal, a dumb brute!
Farnham looked over to his visitors and remarked that the dog presently
coupling with the helpless woman was named Comet because of his speed and his
quickness when it came to fucking a bitch or a woman. "Old Comet will have that
cunt nice and loosened up before he's done poking her for the first time. I
always like to use him to lead-off one of these little gangbangs. You should
have heard that little fairy scream his head off once Comet proceeded to get a
good hold on his candy ass." The trio laughed and then focused their attention
of what was happening between Comet and his bitch. It seemed that there was dog
cum everywhere. His red cock was flashing in and out at a rapid rate and
throwing streams of dog cum into the air as it tried to bore a hole in her cunt.
It didn't take the animal more than a minute or so before he began to
snarl and howl as his cock shot streams of hot, dog cum deep within Cadi Kurtz's
sore cunt. Then the knot began to form acting as a bonding agent that would not
allow Comet to withdraw now that he was finished spraying this bitch with his
seed. Despite the hundreds of times he had experienced this way that nature
assured his species would be able to successfully breed, he still reacted as if
it was something new with which to deal. He began to scramble backward but the
bonds holding Candi to the heavy block prevented this strategy from working. He
began to nip at her shoulders and the back of her neck causing her to scream to
the heavens from fear. He moved from side to side dragging the woman's body only
to the limits of the harness. Finally the hound was reduced to a series of high
pitched yelps and panting as the realization that it was trapped took hold.
Just before the dog finally broke free from Kurtz, Farnham had started
towards the gate to the dog run. He approached the satiated animal and taking it
by the collar, escorted it from the fenced area and back to the pen, where he
freed it and selected another hound to take Comet's place. To Vlad and Norwood
the pack of tick hounds looked the same, but to the kennel master, they were as
distinct as people. As he approached the gate he called for one of them to hold
the dog while he changed Candi's shield to allow this animal a run at her tight
asshole. Norwood backed away from this opportunity to get truly involved in
Candi's total degradation and abasement. Vlad growled something to the effect
that Norwood was a pussy and walked over and took the dog by its collar and held
it steady while his host changed the tail, yanking it out from her asshole with
a loud pop and jamming it into her cum filled cunt for safe keeping.
This dog was no slouch either, making it to Candi in jig time and
mounting her as she screamed in terror. Vlad laughed and commented that his arch
enemy seemed to be fully recovered from what she'd been through last night. The
two policemen laughed when they learned that this hound's name was Cupid.
Farnham made sure that they understood that his names had nothing to do with
Santa's reindeer. This one was Cupid because it usually took a long while to get
itself off, unlike your average male hound. "I figured it made sense for him to
break in her asshole since he's usually kind of slow at getting off. By the time
Cupid is done wth that asshole it'll gape and stay that way for a good long
time." Cupid lived up to his billing. It took him a few false starts before that
furry fucker punched his chisel-shaped dick past the tough ring of muscle
guarding her tender butthole.
Candi proved to be quite animated once Cupid began widening and
deepening her asshole, boring further and further into that tender tunnel with
each quick stroke, but still holding its full load of cum in reserve. She began
to beg and plead for someone to get the dog off her. She cursed Vald and his
ancestors as the dog continued its relentless assault on her asshole. The chief
smiled grimly at her cries, sensing that his ultimate victory over this strange,
determined bundle of suppressed hatred and lust was in the offing. It settled
into an endurance contest between the dog and it's human bitch, one that proved
to be unequal. Suddenly the dog stiffened, seemed to gain an even more secure
grip on Candi's bare body, and began to flood her asshole with a tidal wave of
hot, dog sperm. Vlad's eyes glittered in triumph as he watched the unequal
struggle come to its conclusion with the dog securely locked wthin her
twitching, battered, extremely sore asshole.
After half his pack had taken their turn inside Candi's bleeding asshole
and cunt, Farnham declared a recess so he could check on and clean up the woman
to make sure she was capable of taking the rest of his animals. She had been in
the run for well over an hour and it showed on her body. Her back and sides were
dotted with bite marks and some scratches since the dog booties were less than
perfect protection. She seemed to be dazed,her face blank and her eyes
unfocused, a state that he knew only too well.
Secretly Farnham was more than a little disappointed that this tough
lady had been worn down to the nub before he had a chance to do some serious
damage to her.He guessed that under normal circumstances she'd have been cursing
him and his hounds steady even after his entire pack had had their way with her.
He wasn't getting much enjoyment out of this totally one-sided match up. Of the
three that this nasty SOB had brought to him for his special treatment, this one
was in absolutely the worst shape. In fact she was so weak that he had serious
doubts that he'd let her meet up with Lucifer. The chief might get a bit unhappy
over that decision, but Farnham was not in the killing business, at least not
deliberately, and this one had near-death written all over her.
Farnham was not the only one that was feeling uneasy over the situation.
Norwood was flat out frightened over the condition of Candi Kurtz. At the recess
he had gone out to the car and retrieved his doctor's bag. He joined Farnham and
did not like what he saw. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes did not follow
his pencil light. She was cold and clammy to the touch and when he measured her
blood pressure he found it dangerously low. Norwood knew better than to suggest
to the chief that this brutal assault on their prisoner be terminated
immediately. That was not in the cards and he knew it. On the other hand she was
on the verge of going into shock, a deep shock that she might not ever recover
from. He told Farnham that he wanted to give her a shot to get her out of this
trance-like state. The kennel master gave him a look that spoke volumes and
urged him to do something and make it fast. To Farnham this was beginning to get
too serious to ignore.
Vlad strolled over to where they huddled and pulled Candi's head up to
get a good close look at her. All she could do was stare vacantly at him, her
mouth open slightly and a steady stream of drool issuing from it. He spit into
her face and she didn't even blink. He turned on Norwood and shouted at him to
give her something to make her wake up so they could continue having the dogs
fuck her senseless. Norwood could do nothing but shrug his shoulders and hold
out his hands in a statement that said he had no idea what to do next. This
infuriated the chief and he started slamming his fist into the woman's scratched
back in a mindless fury that had taken control of him. He was on the verge of
breaking this bitch's will and she was getting fixed to die on him. She would
win and he'd be screwed for the rest of his life. This was not to be. It could
not be!
It was Norwood who heard the click of the hammer as the kennel master
cocked his pistol at the chief. "You and your friend have five minutes to get
this woman off my property and then I never want to see or hear of you two ever
again. Do I make myself clear? You may be the big dog in this little county, but
I have much bigger dogs than you outside of this county who owe me for favors
past and will make sure your body is never found."
Norwood almost wet his pants as he realized that Farnham was not
bluffing. He and the chief were in a very desperate situation. They had a woman
who may be dying on their hands. They had no allies who would protect them from
the wrath of the judge once he learned of the death of his only daughter. To
Norwood there was only one way out of this mess and that was to get her to a
place where she could get the right kind of medical treatment that might enable
her to fully recover from the terrible things that had been done to her for
weeks on end. Norwood knew where such a place was; it was the same hospital
where Vicky Vlad was fighting for her life.
Under Farnham's watchful eye Norwood wrapped Candi in a blanket after
sedating her with a massive shot of pain killer. He sat in the back seat of the
car with his patient as a seething Vlad drove. "We have very little time for
formalities, drive this thing to the judge's ranch and use the siren all the
way" For a brief moment there was some resistance in Vlad over this order from
the coroner. Who did that coward think he was, talking to chief of police Vlad
like that! Then he put his foot down on the accelerator and hit the siren
switch. On the way over to the ranch Vlad used the radio to make sure that judge
Kurtz knew they were coming and the need for a medivac helicopter to transfer
his daughter to the hospital that currently housed the chief's wife.
Less than an hour after their arrival at the judge's ranch the
helicopter landed to take on Candi Kurtz and the coroner. The judge had insisted
that Norwood accompany his daughter to the hospital and remain there with her
until something definite was known of her condition and what the prognosis was.
He had very little to say to Vlad until the chopper had gone. "Come into my
house and sit with me. We have to talk about your prospects depending on what
finally plays out concerning my daughter's situation." Vlad followed the older
man as they headed toward the large rambling structure.
They were greeted at the door by this middle aged, almost cadaverous
Asian woman. Vlad was too deep in thought to notice her to any degree. Had he,
the chief would have been astonished at the look of pure hatred that lit up her
eyes and the way the parchment-like skin on her face tightened. Twan immediately
knew that this was the monster that was reponsible for turning her into a near
cripple and so damaging her daughter's mind that she was now more animal than
human. For a moment the thought of finding a large knife from the kitchen and
stabbing this beast in the back flashed through her mind. She was brought back
to reality by a quick glance from the judge and a very slight frown that crossed
his face so quickly that Vlad was not even aware of it.
( To be continued)
