Newford IV - Childhood Reminiscences
by Vampire [Julius_Elysiak@yahoo.com]


Mike Vitrano blasted a sharp left to his jaw and knocked the man down. The whole 
bunch of Vitranos and their kind were in one corner, laughing and drinking. They were 
coarse and carried a rather tainted reputation in our locality- Italian emigrants and 
Scottish alike. Ours was a quiet hamlet with green pines and fur trees all around. It was 
the only village in the country where Italians accounted for almost 10% of the total 
population.

We weren't the typical Italian types though we carried Elysiak as the last name. My great 
grandfather was a Sicilian who married into a Welsh family after immigrating to 
England. Their only son, my grandfather moved to Lothian Region and married a local 
Scottish girl after settling down as a farmer. Father on the other hand married a beautiful, 
sophisticated girl from London and that is how I came into picture. I knew that mom 
hated living in the country since I could hear them shouting at each other whenever 
Grandpa was out in the fields. She had a valid point though. Both mom and dad held 
degrees in Economics yet it was my Dad's wish to stay and help Grandpa in farming.

I knew that Dad hated city life. He had been forced to go for studies to London by 
Grandma. Anyway, let's go back to our story.

I was ten years old then but it wasn't difficult to get into the bar. It was mainly filled with 
hired labourers and gruff locals who didn't give a damn even if they walked right into a 
boy barely in his preteens sipping beer. I didn't go there to drink though. I went there to 
smoke with my friend Nathan every Saturday.

In any case on that given Saturday, the air was sinister in the pub. It always was when the 
Vitranos were there. Their toughness was nothing short of legend in our small 
community. They were lean and wiry who never shied away from a fight. They knew all 
the tricks in the book and were born brave. They were nice enough with the local people 
but when it came to the hired labourers from out of station, they were downright mean. 
And something had to happen when they came across some uncouth laborers.

Some five years back, a local woman had been raped by one of these laborers. Tempers 
had flared but the resolve was weak. The outsiders (as the hired help was called) were 
many especially during harvesting season and they were considered dangerous. And even 
if somehow the culprit was found and hanged, it was possible that the outsiders may 
chose to leave our town and that would mean that the entire harvest would be 
compromised.

The raped girl turned out to be girlfriend of Mike Vitrano and a week back seven 
outsiders were found outside her house with their throats slit open. There was a lot of 
tension and outsiders almost walked out on the farmers but after a few days, there was a 
compromise and the outsiders went back to work. But the Vitranos had to do without 
them. Since those seven murders Vitranos hadn't killed any outsiders but every year a 
dozen or so outsiders would leave the village with at least one of their limbs broken; 
courtesy the Vitranos.

Back to the fight now! On one side was the Vitrano gang with a few other local youths 
shouting, egging Mike on while on the other side the floor, the tables were filled with the 
outsiders, all of them yelling for their man -'Harold'.

Harold was rubbing his chin as blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Mike was 
giving him a chance to recuperate. I didn't think it would make any difference as Mike 
was considered to be the toughest street fighter our village had ever seen. The Vitranos 
weren't very tall; around 5'9-5'10 but they could take a giant with their tenacity and 
quickness.

Mike had a smug look as he surveyed the outsiders now hush as their man was bent 
double. Harold was probably feigning his loss because he lunged at Mike the very next 
second. Harold managed to ram his shoulder into Mike Vitrano's ribs, sending both of 
them to the ground. This brought a cheer from the outsiders. The rest of us also cheered 
as Mike regained his posture quickly. But Harold was equally tough and soon they were 
exchanging blows even as they rolled around the grimy floor like beasts.

Harold suddenly grabbed an empty beer bottle from the floor and landed a vicious blow 
punch in the middle of Mike's face, sending blood everywhere. Mike went limp and I 
thought he was dead. Harold was about to land another blow when Tony Vitrano charged 
from his table and managed to kick Harold in the back of his head.

Harold screeched like a maimed animal as he went down on the ground. In an instant 
both the Vitrano brothers were on him. I let a sigh of relief, as Mike seemed to have 
shaken off the deadly blow as he punched away at the wasted body of Harold. And even 
though Tony was the tiniest of the Vitranos, standing 5'7 and weighing only 60 kilos, he 
could throw a savage punch when required.

It was dawning on me that Harold was about to be slaughtered and for the first time I felt 
pity for him. Even though he had used the bottle to hit Mike but it wasn't fair that two 
men were pounding him senselessly. I guess it was a risk you ran if you blind sighted a 
Vitrano.


The outsiders were deathly silent, and the locals watched without taking a step forward 
even though it was obvious that Harold wouldn't be able to breathe long if the brothers 
kept at it. They pulled him on his feet and Mike kicked him savagely on his nuts. Harold 
gave another inhuman cry and dropped to the ground clutching his testicles. It was going 
too far now. I prayed that the Vitranos regained some sense and let the poor outsider 
alone but they had other ideas. I surveyed the table where the other Vitranos and their 
friends were delirious with laughter.

The Vitranos were in the process of hauling him up to his feet again when a girl stepped 
out from the outsider's side of the crowd and hit Mike hard. Everyone in the bar, all 
except the outsiders of course, gasped loud as we saw a girl hitting Mike and to top all 
surprises, see Mike falling down to a girl's punch.

The girl was lean like the Vitranos but was taller than any one of them. She must have 
stood around six feet and was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my ten-year-old 
life. Her light brown hair was long and pulled tightly behind in a ponytail. Her eyes were 
bright blue and had a glow to them. I glanced bashfully at her straining breasts against the 
shirt she was wearing.

Quick as a cheetah, Tony Vitrano threw a left jab that connected with her shoulder as she 
swerved her face out of target. She seemed quite unaffected by it as she turned around 
and grabbed Tony by his hair. He screamed in pain as she spun him around and flung him 
towards the crowd. The crowd was again shocked by the strength in her lithesome body.

From the Vitrano gang, came another toughie, Robert who was only seventeen but 
equally tough as his brothers. This seemed to go from bad from worse, as now there were 
three Vitranos against a girl who couldn't be more than nineteen herself.

Meanwhile Mike was trying to get to his feet when the girl kicked him in the ribs so hard 
that I swear I could hear the sound of something cracking. Then she turned and hit Robert 
with the back of her hand, which caused him to bend over. She grabbed his head and hit 
him on the teeth with her knee. Robert groaned as he fell backwards, his mouth covered 
in blood.

Tony had recovered by now as he made another lunge, the girl however was quite ready 
for it as she lifted the much skinnier boy into the air and flipped him towards a nearby 
vacant chair. His back crashed into the arms of the wooded chair and it took a few 
seconds for the chair to collapse, indicating that his back had suffered all the brunt before 
the chair gave way. As Tony hit the ground, She took him by the throat and dragged him 
back into the center, where Robert was on all fours, struggling to get to his feet. Mike 
was buckled on one side, clutching his ribs and whimpering like a dog. It killed me to see 
the man whose ruggedness was legendary to pule like a fatally hurt animal.

She let go off Tony's throat as he sank into the floor, his back apparently broken. As if 
she hadn't caused enough damage, she sat on his chest and clutched him again by the 
throat and began lashing his face with the back of her right hand. Blood was spouting 
everywhere; Tony's face, his clothes and even the black floor were getting red.

Finally, she released Tony and turned to the rest of the Vitranos. 'Anybody else wants to 
join in?' she shouted. 'Come on!'

The rest of Vitranos cowered behind each another having witnessed the gory fight. The 
fight should've been over, but the bloodthirsty girl had other plans. With perpetual 
delight, she kicked all three in their heads till they stopped moving. Everyone was getting 
edgy and tense, more so than before.

'Let's go,' a man said from behind me. 'You kids don't need to see this. Haven't you had 
enough?'

But I couldn't move and neither did William. We were anxious to see what the woman 
did next. As the crowd dispersed, she picked up the bottle, which Harold had used on 
Mike earlier. Surprisingly, it hadn't broken! She raised it and hit it against the floor. For a 
moment the crowd stopped as the glass broke. But as she raised the jagged bottle they 
hastened their departure.

I felt a pair of hands grabbing Will and me from behind and guiding us out. I turned for a 
split second at the door and saw her hit Mike with the bottle right across his face. And 
then we had been pushed out by the older man who gave us a threatening look to make 
sure we didn't go in again and then walked away.

Throwing caution to the wind, we stepped back in to have one last peek and what we saw 
was so sickening that Will actually threw up on our way back.

The girl hadn't finished. Her face was venomous with anger and still she still looked quite 
beautiful. She kept on pounding till the bottle had shattered completely and all that was 
left in her grasp was the neck of the bottle.

Will and I looked at each other's blank faces and decided that it was time to go. We 
reached the central market, which by the way was the only market at the crossroads in 
less than fifteen minutes. Grandpa was still talking to Mrs. Weathers at her shop.

'Where've you two been? I've been waiting for more than an hour.' He said.

'Sorry Grandpa, we were visiting a friend from our school and got delayed.'

'Get in the truck!' He said shortly. We went towards the truck back of which was already 
filled with heavy sacks. The drive back home was an uneventful one. We dropped 
William at the 'Floral Fields' where his family resided. Theirs was a huge property, 
slightly bigger than ours, close to hundred acres of arable land.

I ran to my room as soon as we reached home. I just couldn't control my temptation to 
jerk off. Mom was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen with Grandma. At dinner though, 
Grandpa wouldn't stop talking about the new group of labourers he had hired. We already 
had 17 Spanish labourers but that wasn't good enough because the crop was huge. 
According to Grandpa, the new 'recruits' were a family of five out of which four would 
assist in harvesting. They were outsiders from nearby county and very much Scottish, 
which gladdened Grandma.

The next day, Mr. and Mrs. McIntosh arrived with their three children. I couldn't meet 
them as they set up a tent at the back of our house on the east side while the tent on the 
west housed the Spaniards. It was well past lunchtime as I returned home after an 
exciting game of cricket. As I entered the house, mom informed me that Grandpa and 
Dad were in the fields.

I ran to see if today, they'd let me help in the fields. Even though both my father and his 
father were farmers, I was never allowed to work in fields because they wanted me to 
study and do something with my life. As I walked down to them, I noticed Dad talking to 
a kid who was a lot bigger than me.

'Hey Julius, I want you to meet Gareth.' Dad said. 'He'll be helping us on the field.'

'Hi!' We shook hands and I noticed another group of people coming towards us. 
Apparently the McIntoshes had done enough labour and looked set to take a break. I went 
limp as I saw the same girl from the pub walking towards me. She was walking alongside 
a man and woman who appeared to be in their fifties and were both tall and heavyset. 
Right behind the couple was a girl, slightly taller than me and very cute looking.

Dad introduced me to Mr. and Mrs. McIntosh, their younger daughter Ariadne and their 
eldest daughter Eve. I couldn't believe that the girl who had caused such mayhem at the 
inn was standing next to me. She looked even more beautiful today as I looked up at her.

She was wearing a worn pair of jeans, which clung, snugly to her legs and she had 
removed her shirt and tied it around her waist. She looked pretty in the pale white singlet, 
which was also very tight and was revealing the shape of her breasts, which weren't very 
small. I was really surprised that she could wear a man's singlet so confidently even as it 
exposed her lean but incredibly sinewy arms and even the blond tufts of armpit hair. My 
Dad wasn't oblivious to her beauty either as I saw him leering at her implausibly fit body 
and choice of her clothes.

Even though she was so pretty and friendly, I was still scared of her because of her lusty 
physique and the incident at the pub. Ariadne caught me staring at Eve's forearms which 
were veined like railway tracks running over each other.

I flashed a sweet smile at Ariadne to placate her and she blushed.

'What's your name?' Eve asked.

'Julius,' I said, my cheeks flushed.
 
'What's yours?'

'Eve. How old are you?'

'Ten! How old are you?'

'Eighteen. My sister Ariadne here is twelve.' She said putting her arm across the younger 
girl.

'Nice to meet you, Ariadne,' I said, but she just giggled.

'Julius, I called you here because Ariadne wouldn't be working in the field like the rest of 
us. Maybe, you'd like to play cricket or practice soccer with her.'

'Sure,' I said, 'come Ariadne.' The two of us marched out of the field together. We 
reached a pile of rocks, where Ariadne suggested we sit instead of practicing soccer.

She was very witty and knew a lot of things. We talked for an hour about school, teachers 
and friends before I had the nerve to ask her about her sister.

'Oh Eve has always been a hoyden. She has a lot of iron weights which she uses every 
morning. She was in a correctional institution for juveniles for three years.'

'What? Why was that?'

'She killed a man when she was thirteen.'

'A man?'

'Yes, she said that he was trying to hurt her.'

'But how can she kill a man?'

'She is very strong. You see, when she flexes her arms they grow to almost double the 
size and haven't you seen the green and blue veins running all over her arms? I'm telling 
you, she might be the strongest hand on field.'

I didn't know what to say to that so kept quiet. Ariadne wasn't done talking though.

'She lets me work out with her,' she said proudly. 'Here look!' She had rolled up her 
sleeves and was displaying a rather veined arm. Raising her arm, she tensed it. I 
swallowed nervously as a bulging bicep muscle revealed itself from under her skin. Her 
arm was slim just like the rest of her body but the ball of muscle was round and 
protuberant.

I couldn't control myself. I had to feel it. She didn't mind as I caressed her bicep; instead 
she smiled understandingly.


* * *
3 months later

She was twelve, and tall for her age. She lay on her elbows, which were stuck and bound 
together with hempen necktie. Her legs were spread grotesquely with the right foot tied 
tight to an alpine ash and the left to a leaning post of an old fence. The rope had cut into 
her ankles and the blood ran down her slender legs. Her face was bloody and sweaty. She 
did not look at the man on top of her. He was breathing hard and sweating and cursing. 

After depositing his semen in her clitoris, he slapped her and laughed. She turned away 
from him and cried softly, careful to keep herself quiet. He had promised to kill her if she 
didn't keep quiet.

He watched her as she sobbed and made strange, quiet sounds, then became still. Tony's 
beer can was half empty, and it was not cold anymore. He threw it at the girl. It hit her in 
the stomach, splashing white foam, and it rolled off in the dirt near some other cans. 
Mike had trouble with the target, but Tony was fairly accurate. They were not ones to 
waste beer, but the heavier cans could be felt better and it was great fun to watch the 
foam shoot everywhere.

'Enough,' Robert said. 'Back off, it's my turn again.' They had each her once and the next 
round was about to begin.

Instead of kneeling infront of her, he started walking towards her head. Her shirt, which 
was the only piece of clothing on her body, was unbuttoned and her bra had been ripped 
off. Her small boobs were smeared in sweat, bear and blood. Her lips were bleeding but 
not as much as her vagina.

Robert grabbed her hair and pulled her to a sitting position.

'Try something smart and I'll slit your throat.' He whispered in her ear. Slowly, he untied 
the knot from behind her back and her arms were free. He grabbed her shirt and threw it 
away. He grabbed her wrists from behind and pulled her. She was lying on her back 
again. Robert tied her left hand high above her head to another post. He toed the other 
one to another tree. Then, she saw him walk towards the van.

Five seconds later, he returned with a bucket which was brimming with water. Slowly, he 
started pouring the water on her, so as to rinse off the blood, sweat and bear. She didn't 
scream even though the water was ice cold.

Hurling the bucket away, he lowered his underwear. It was stiff and huge. Her frightened 
eyes were locked on his masculinity. She was dreading the pain, which she had felt thirty 
minutes ago. His dick grazed her vagina as he kneeled down. He started to run his hands 
over her body. After massaging her sleek legs, his fingers ran through her pubic hair. He 
looked at her but there was no expression on her face now. Her tears had subsided just 
like her screams and it was as if she had resigned herself to her fate. He bent over and 
licked her wet stomach. She didn't utter a single word when he bit her nipple. He kept on 
licking till he got to her armpits. He ran his hand over her armpit hair. This tickled the 
girl but she kept quite. After running his hand over the cluster of hair, he applied his 
tongue to it and started drinking the sweat and water from her armpits. Her armpit hair 
tingled his tongue but he kept on lapping at it. She twitched, resulting her arms to strain 
and a round ball of muscle popped out of her skin. Robert didn't notice it since his 
erection had reached to it's maximum by now.

Slowly, he raised himself and looked at her. 'Do you know why we're doing this to you?' 
He waited for her answer but when none were forthcoming he continued anyway. 'Your 
butch sister, that slut almost killed Mike.'

Ariadne wanted to yell that he deserved that but knew that losing her temper may be 
fatal. She had already been ravaged. All she wanted to do was to get out of here and run 
for her parents. For a second, she thought of Julius. If only she had let him accompany 
her to the market. But then even he might have been in danger infront of these ruffians.


* * *

3 days after Ariadne had been kidnapped, a police car made it's way to our house. The 
Detective told us that a mutilated corpse had been found in the woods. Mr. and Mrs. 
McIntosh and Eve accompanied the detective to the police station.

That was the last we saw of them. The story behind Ariadne's kidnapping, her rape and 
subsequent murder made headlines. A month after the incident, I read in the newspaper 
that Robert, Tony and Mike Vitrano were found murdered in the same woods where the 
police had discovered Ariadne's body. They had met gruesome ends.

Shortly after that Mom was able to convince Dad to move to the city. The rest of the 
story would be known to you if you've read the Newport I, II and III.