Chapter 8
" Chief Vlad, we're going to have to stop meeting like this."
The county coroner, Doctor Norwood, was tall and graying, whippet thin
without any trace of a paunch that usually identified the men of the area. He'd
been married twice, but neither wife could live up to his expectations. He and
Vlad had worked together for nearly ten years, but socially had gone their
separate ways. Over time Vlad had developed a feeling of confidence in this
sardonic functionary. Even so, what he was about to do required almost an act of
faith. Vlad would not be disappointed in this new partnership.
Vlad led his visitor down to the basement. Norwood made a soft clucking
sound as he circled the frame that held the muscular woman. His eyebrows arched
as he took in the gashes across her back and the bruised areas that had been
created by the rubber hose. He paused and stared at the streaks of drying cum
that marked her firm thighs. Vlad stood motionless, waiting for some reaction
from the doctor. Suddenly the coroner reached out and captured a few strands of
the forest that grew in her armpit. He yanked them from their mooring bringing a
grunt of pain from beneath the hood. A thin lipped smile broke across his
previously impassive features. " This looks like it could be a lot of fun. It's
been getting very boring around here these days and this may be just what I need
to get the old juices flowing. Count me in on this little deal, whatever it is.
Let's go upstairs and talk."
For the next hour or so Vlad mostly listened to what the doctor had to
say, which was plenty. The first insight took him back quite a bit. "This little
lady will not be a pushover, she's tough as nails and in terrific shape. What we
have to do is wear her down so she'll be in a position to see the wisdom behind
our demands. This will not get done overnight. My guess is that it may be at
least a couple of weeks before she'll be in anything like a receptive frame of
mind. From the looks of things you were trying the old ways on her already; that
ain't gonna work my friend. You keep going that way and we'll have another
problem on our hands. Only this time it won't be easy to just fill out a form
and dispose of the body; the judge won't allow that."
Grudgingly Vlad had to accept what he heard. This was going to require
some hard work and patience, the latter was definitely not Vlad's strong suit.
His companion then went on to describe his plan for getting the good sergeant
into the proper frame of mind needed for her to be convinced. " Starting right
now she goes on a starvation diet; no food for at least the next three or four
days and precious little after that. What she gets will be heavily salted to
keep her thirsty, maybe table scraps or perhaps something from the day old
garbage behind the burger joint. If her attitude shows improvement maybe she can
start having a little dog or cat food."
To Vlad this was not the recipe he would use. He waited to hear what
else the coroner was planning, hoping it would entail some more personal contact
between him and his enemy. " I notice you must have shaved her head to make that
hood fit so snugly. Right now that's the least of her worries, but there is some
truth to the old saying about a woman's hair being her crowning glory. In her
case she's gone overboard considering the jungle of pubic and armpit hair she's
showing. Now here's what we do about that. I know for a fact that there are a
number of prisoners who absolutely hate her guts. Why don't you parole a couple
of the nastier ladies now occupying the jail to assist you in her makeover. I
wonder what they could do in day or so with a pair of tweezers and some rubbing
alcohol?"
Vlad smiled at the thought of watching Kurtz getting plucked like a
chicken and not being able to do a thing about it. He thought about what fun it
might be to go over her shorn pubic mound and tender armpits with a dull razor,
scraping the sensitive skin raw with each slow pass of the blade. Then he
blinked quickly as the doctor added a few more ideas. " She'll be able to
survive longer without food than water. Here's where we kill two birds with one
stone. From now on the only liquid she gets has to be recycled, either through
you, me, our little helpers from the jail or the sergeant's own kidneys. After a
couple of days that piss will start tasting like champagne to her. Imagine how
thirsty she'll get once she starts gobbling down some heavily salted mess of fat
and rancid slops. Kurtz will be begging you for some of your piss to drink. The
day that happens is the day when you can start putting the screws to her. I know
you'll be really happy to start that phase of the program."
Vlad's disappointment increased substantially when Norwood announced
that until Kurtz finished fasting there would be no rough stuff such as the kind
of beatings that the chief was famous for in the county. Then he brightened
considerably when he heard, " Chief, I have to leave to gather some items up
that will be required for her incubation period. Just to show my good faith in
you, while I'm gone why don't you put some fresh stripes on that piece of meat
hanging from that frame downstairs. Remember when I get back there shouldn't be
any fresh blood dripping off her carcass, and she better yell good and loud when
I twist those nipples to check that she's alert and conscious. Take your time,
I'll be away for a couple of hours. Let's see what kind of discipline you can
show her and me." The two conspirators laughed at this play on words. Vlad
however was still wondering what the hell hatching chickens had to do with Candi
Kurtz?
The chief went downstairs to give his guest a fresh coat of welts. No
blood meant no knotted cables, whips, curtain rods or even the rattan cane he
reserved for special occasions. No blood also meant no blows, no matter what he
used, across her still bleeding back. He debated about using the rubber
truncheon, it hardly left any marks, but he knew that she wouldn't be able to
take a steady diet of that particular weapon. There was his trusty strap of
course. Perhaps a combination of the two would do the trick. First the hose to
soften her up and then he'd lather her with the strap until he tired. A quick
break and then back to the hose, only on a different area of her body. Yes that
sounded like a plan.
He kept reminding himself that she had to be conscious when all was
said and done. Maybe ten good whacks with the hose across those pancake shaped
tits to flatten them out even more, followed by the strap, perhaps twenty or
thirty of the best to give the area some color. He'd work one side and then the
other, alternating as he moved down her totally vulnerable body. Of course the
hose would really do some damage to her rib cage, that would be good, every
breath she took would remind her of what awaited once she was starved and
developed a taste for piss. He smiled grimly as he picked up the hand tooled
hose. He begin slugging her firm bottom, enjoying the sound it made, and
realizing that her ass was so well toned that the hose bounced off of it rather
than compressing the flesh. He began to get hard once more.
True to his word Norwood did not return early, in fact he was gone for
nearly three hours. By then Vlad's arms were tired from applying the hose and
strap to his hard bodied guest. He'd taken two breaks, both times driving his
hard cock into her amazingly wet cunt and quickly flooding her channel with an
armada of wiggling sperm cells that blindly headed for her womb. Her power over
him infuriated Vlad to the point that during the second coupling he had lost
control and bitten Kurtz on the shoulder, drawing blood, fresh blood.
The coroner carried his medical kit and a large duffle bag. Setting them
down he walked slowly around the naked, hooded captive, his eyes glued to her
sweaty, welted body. The sergeant looked as if she was wearing a red two piece
bathing suit, so concentrated were the strap marks across her small breasts,
that ass that seemed to be carved from marble, and her hairy cunt that was still
ooozing Vlad's last deposit. Finally Norwood spoke, " Chief, it looks to me like
you missed a few spots here and there." Then he pointed to the bite mark on the
woman's shoulder and added, "What the hell is that all about? Did you get hungry
or something?"
For a brief moment Vlad felt as if he were a child being scolded by his
father. Then he growled and replied, " That fucking bitch was playing games with
me and I put my mark on her to show who's the boss around here." That little
fabrication seemed to mollify the doctor, but only for a moment.
He pointed to the cum still dripping from Candi's swollen lipped cunt
and asked sardonically, " I suppose this is another way you took to mark your
territory, was she any good?"
"I've had lots better." Vlad replied, embarrassed that he was so
defensive about this woman that he would flat out lie to save face. This flat
chested, hard assed bitch had him by the balls, and he did not like it, one
damned bit!
The muffled scream that came from Candi Kurtz pulled Vlad out of his
reverie, and he glanced over to the frame on which she was vertically stretched.
True to his word Norwood had clamped her long hard nipples between thumb and
forefinger and was twisting them out and away from her flat breasts. His eyes
glittered while a cruel smile flashed across his face. Vlad felt very
comfortable at this moment. The good doctor was one mean bastard, just the kind
of partner he needed for the task ahead.
Norwood nodded his head finally and said, " All systems seem to be
functioning. It's time for you and I to have a meeting up in the war room.",
jerking his head toward the stairs. The two men left Candi Kurtz alone to
consider what new torments awaited her.
