by David Paul
My thoughts drifted off as I sat at the table biding time. How long it would take for me to heal was unknown. Even if at full strength, I didn’t know how to stop Regina. I was in a dire situation that couldn’t be easily averted. Svetlana flirted with me, and I interacted with some polite witty comebacks, but I tried to conceal what I was really thinking about. What I really needed to do was lull everyone into believing that I was a defeated man and too scared to rebel. I’m not saying I wasn’t scared, but I wasn’t scared enough to just give up. The beating that Regina gave me didn’t quell my rage.
If it hadn’t been for that evil witch Zurelda and this murderous bisexual vampire, I’d be happily married to the true love of my life. Instead, I was held up in some plush, but tacky castle that I don’t even know the name of. Minions of the Devil surrounded me. The fake hospitality and warped disturbing smiles were very unsettling to me. A mature fattened lamb never knew when it was about to be slaughtered, and I felt like a spring lamb in this lair of the undead. I did not know if time was my ally or my adversary. All I had was time on my hands to figure it all out. Dinner came to a close, and Regina sent me to retire to my bedtime chambers.
“Regina, I drank quite a bit of wine, and I’m in dire need to relieve myself. Is there somewhere that I can do that?” I asked.
“Svetlana will assist you,” she said. The hostess motioned over to Svetlana and grinned. “A bath has already been prepared for you. Enjoy.”
Her perverted smile frightened me. I excused myself in gentlemanly fashion to keep up the charade of being submissive. I tried my best to walk with dignity even though I was just about crippled.
Svetlana led me upstairs to a room very close to my chambers. Black marble tiles adorned the entire room. A large marble basin was already filled with freakishly hot water and petals from an unknown flower floated on the surface of the water. It had a fresh jasmine aroma, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. The scent smelled faintly of Regina. Svetlana led me to a primitive toilet with a canal-like water irrigation system. A similar set-up was in my chamber. I felt embarrassed to ask Svetlana to help me urinate, but I wasn’t about to piss myself either.
“Do you think that you could help me?” I asked. I panned my eyes down hoping that I wouldn’t have to spell it out.
“My pleasure, Davide,” the servant said. A hungry grin on her face confused me. The servant lowered herself to her knees and touched me with her soft hand. I went about my business uncomfortably as she stared hungrily at my manhood.
I seriously didn’t know if she was sexually aroused or fixing for a meal because I wasn’t sure if Svetlana was even human. She seemed human, but she had that same fiery intensity in her eyes as Regina. At that point in my existence, I had little experience with women or vampires, and my captures knew it. They tried to exploit it as a weapon to manipulate me.
“It’s such a shame that you are a virgin,” she said. The servant seemed eager to please. “Some lucky woman could really enjoy your body.” Svetlana stared downward and took down my undergarments along with the rest of my clothes. She led me to the bath and helped me get into the water.
The warm fragrant water was burning hot, but soothing to my battered body. Some aromatic oils were infused into the heated water, and my skin glistened from it. She started to put an oily substance on my facial hair and slowly shaved my face with a precise blade. Svetlana then washed me all over and made sure even the most private parts of my body were cleaned well.
I couldn’t control my arousal, and even though I was turned on, I felt guilty and slightly embarrassed. Svetlana was not shy in the least bit, and she made that uncomfortably obvious to me. She wasn’t afraid to satisfy her own curiosities about my body. Even though I enjoyed her soft skilled hands, in the back of my mind, I remembered the ignorant lamb. That took most of the pleasure out of my steamy erotic bath.
After some time, Svetlana briefly looked insulted because I didn’t climax. The look of insult changed quickly back to that of an eager subservient chambermaid. The artificial smiles were everywhere. Maybe getting a medieval hand job in a vampire’s castle after your fiancé had just been murdered wasn’t the most romantic of settings. I had just about lost my mind in the Black Forest, and these awkward new acquaintances carried on as if none of it had happened.
These strangers sometimes acted as if I was a wealthy aristocrat guest in an exclusive brothel. My arousal waned, and Svetlana played it off as if she was indifferent to this. She continued my bath in silence. After a good amount of time, she helped me out of the bath and dried me off with a soft woven cloth. I was led to my chambers and laid down into the bed naked.
Between the wine, the food, and my body trying to heal, I was exhausted. I drifted off into a deep, but tortured sleep. At some point during the night, I was awakened by conversation in my room. It was Regina and two other stunning beauties that were talking in my chambers.
“Wake up sleepy head,” Regina said. Regina giggled in her usual evil tone. My heart dropped. “We never really had dessert after dinner.” Her two playmates bound my arms to the bed with thick leather straps. Next, they did the same for my legs and bound me by my ankles. I was too tired and disheveled to resist. Realistically, I wouldn’t have been able to resist anyways.
“Would you like to meet some of my friends?” the vampire asked. She motioned to an exotic half-dressed beauty of Asian dissent. “This is Onya, and you will get to know her very well.” Onya smiled, but licked her lips in a seductive, but disturbing manor. “And this is Daniella.” Daniella acted in a similar manor. Regina kissed Daniella slowly on her plump lips. Their tongues tangled in slow motion, and they caressed each other as if they were lovers.
Daniella looked like she was a Greek goddess walking the Earth with her dark wavy hair. Both Daniella and Onya were stunning, but they had that same trademark intensity in their stare as Regina. I marked them in the mental notepad as vampires. The beautiful women disrobed eagerly and climbed onto the bed with me.
They caressed my body with all three of them rubbing up and down my flesh. Regina was tongue-kissing Daniella passionately as Onya concentrated on my body, licking my skin all over. A thousand intensified sensations, I felt all throughout my body.
“He is mine,” Regina said.
Regina claimed her stake as Daniella licked Regina’s impressive chest. Her two friends sat on each side of my body. Both Daniella and Onya held my legs spread apart further as Regina slowly crept between my legs. As scared as I was, I couldn’t deny how aroused I also was. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and I was overcome with fear, guilt, and lust, simultaneously. Daniella and Onya massaged my manhood eagerly and held it away from my inner thigh. I was taking part in some sick vampire orgy straight from the dirty memoirs of a demon’s dark diary.
Regina licked my inner thigh passionately, and then she looked me dead in the eyes, and her ice-cold blue eyes became glowing red. Her menacing fangs were exposed to me for the first time. My heartbeat accelerated as I felt her sharp pointed teeth sink into the soft flesh of my inner thigh. The fangs felt like unholy icicles piercing my virgin skin. I let out a gasp and tried to resist, but Daniella and Onya held me in place as they kissed each other. They alternately kissed me and kept me restrained. The vampires were deceivingly strong like Regina. The bite was part pain and part pleasure in my elevated state of arousal. Regina drew blood from a main artery in my leg, and I became a little lightheaded.
“Davide, don’t worry,” Regina said. Her bloody grin was wide with sheer joy. “I won’t kill you, my little pet because you are far too valuable to me.” She bragged to the promiscuous group that eagerly awaited a taste. “I have never tasted blood this exquisite,” she raved. Regina looked almost high off of the blood. “The witch did well.”
Regina’s friends agreed.
“I want some too,” Daniella said. She playfully pouted in an almost, pretend teenager’s voice. Daniella could smell the blood, and it drove her crazy. “I definitely want s
ome of that.”
“So do I,” Onya chimed in. She looked at me like a piece of meat. Her eyes flashed red. “He seems so sweet.”
“Well,” Regina said. All eyes were on her. “Which one of you horny sluts is going to convince me of who wants to taste his delectable blood the most?” She invited the others to come and play with her. “Show me who.”
Regina had drunken her fill of my lifeblood and was now toying with her sex partners. This was absolutely insane. Both of the sexy vampires shifted their focus off of me and onto that of Regina without hesitation. What had transpired after that was straight out of Sodom and Gomorrah.
I watched helplessly as this taboo threesome took place on the bed and on top of my beaten body. I could feel their bodies writhing all over me, and their body weight felt as if it would completely splinter my tender shattered ribs. Desperately, I tried to mask my pain as I watched their evil eyes engage each other sinfully. Regina’s eyes no longer burned their red glow, but a ferocious animal-like intensity was set in those vivid blue eyes.
Daniella and Onya both had their fangs exposed, and they all moaned with a demonic lust and desire that I had never witnessed before. The Devil’s playthings made him proud, and they rejoiced in a hellish triumvirate of raw uncompromising desire.
“I hate this bitch already,” Fiona said, “and her friends too.”
“So do I, Fiona.” The story was getting to her. It had found its way under her skin. David hopes that it taps into her common sense.
After Regina was fully satisfied sexually, she instructed Daniella to taste of my blood. Daniella had won the rights to me after Regina. Daniella moaned like a thirsty whore as she drew my crimson nectar from the same bite of Regina. Onya and Regina watched like voyeurs until Daniella came up quenched from her bloody drink. Eventually, Onya had her fill as well. The predators all kissed each other wildly and erotically licked the blood from each other’s faces, lips, and mouths.
They were sure not to waste a drop.
“Wasn’t that fun, my sexy little pet?” She asked. That was a twisted rhetorical question that I didn’t have or need a response to. This was fun to her. She had no respect for human life. “I told you that we were going to have all kinds of good times together, Davide.” Regina laughed wickedly, and her two lovers giggled along with her in unanimous agreement. “Sweet dreams,” she said. They all laughed loudly. I was very light-headed from all of the shock and blood loss, and I must have passed out.
The next morning came, and I was literally and figuratively drained. The leather shackles were no longer binding me, and I immediately reached feebly for my leg that was ridiculously sore from the intrusive bites. My hands were still relatively useless, and a mild hangover rang out in my head incessantly. That night was a sordid stay in a wolfs den of sin.
Gradually, I figured out the purpose of my stay in this perverse unfamiliar castle. My sorry ass was the sordid entertainment for Regina and her wild friends. Regina treated me as her property and let her friends have a taste. I might have well been a shiny BMW to show off or an exquisite vintage bottle of wine to impress a guest of wealth with a discerning palate. Basically, I was her newest, most valued and prized possession to do with me what she desired.
In a sick way, I was fascinated with the vampires. Their superhuman auras made them more appealing to the eyes of a human. They just seemed to captivate you in one way or another, whether it is their eyes, their words, or the way they practically glided when walking. Extreme confidence with no vulnerability at all wore on them like a suit of armor or a dazzling force field. This came to them naturally without the use of their uncanny powers of persuasion.
People were drawn to them, which was a major advantage to the vampires. Antelope never found themselves drawn to the cheetah. In a strange way the vampires enticed their prey much like a Venus flytrap. Unsuspecting victims played right into their deadly jaws willingly, until it was too late. Vampires didn’t have to rely on their brute strength and superior prowess to be successful predators. Their very nature made them extremely appealing to their targets, and that was just enough to allow them to operate freely and impose their evil agendas on their prey.
I had been up for several hours just lying motionless resting and thinking. The whole glowing red eyes phenomenon had me analyzing what I had seen. It wasn’t clear if the red eyes were just an effective scare tactic or an involuntary response brought on by environmental stimuli. I was trying hard to analyze and understand my enemy.
My first confrontation with Regina was a blundering pathetic effort, and I wanted to make sure that the next time we met in combat that I would have some kind of an edge. Regina proved to be an unbeatable opponent, and the only reason why I remained alive was because she allowed me to do so. If my luck ran well, then there would be no need for a confrontation at all. Finesse, as opposed to raw power, might be required.
Either way I had a tremendous task ahead of me. I had to outwit a powerful and wise vampire elder or find a way to destroy her. Success in either scenario was an unlikely long shot, and that was a hard fact that I needed to realize. I also needed to contend with an unknown number of her friends as well. The situation would have looked marginally better if I wasn’t still practically crippled from her brutality in the Black Forest.
The truth is that I didn’t know the precise extent of Regina’s powers or that of her minions. The evil alliance she had formed with Zurelda left me wondering how much Zurelda may have actually helped her. I recalled my journey through the Black Forest. In retrospect, I believed that it was Zurelda who may have blocked out the sun so that Regina could follow me freely during the daylight. What I couldn’t piece together was why Regina let me attack Zurelda without the slightest intervention on her part.
Regina was in the Black Forest the entire time following me and could have easily subdued me before I got the chance to eliminate the witch. At any point in the journey through that forest, she could have easily captured me. Something did not add up correctly. There must have been a hidden motive behind all of that. Obviously, Regina was powerful enough to take me at will, so I wondered why she used the body of Katerina as bait. Capello had warned me that they only made me see what they wanted me to see in my bizarre dream. I tried desperately to relive that dream in my mind to paint a mental picture. The stress of the situation did not allow me the time to play Sherlock Holmes.
The black wolf in the premonition appeared almost exactly as it had when I found Katerina on the mountain, except the beast lacked the glowing red eyes in the dream. Maybe this was just trickery that was used so I didn’t know the black wolf was Regina. There could be a myriad of reasons why that dream happened the way it did. Frantically, my mind raced while playing out mock scenarios of the events that had transpired. Everything seemed to happen incredibly fast, so I hadn’t had time to even process the information in my mind. This is the first time since my life had changed dramatically that I had a chance to think.
Despite my theories, a more pressing thought overcame me. Even if I managed to solve all of the enigmas that intrigued me, my fate was still unclear at best. Whether I lived or died, the very notion of being a vampire’s pet slave for all eternity was not that appealing to me at all. Maybe taking my own life would be the best option to avoid further misery.
The idea of suicide briefly had some appeal, and it would have been mainly to piss off Regina and to avoid a lifetime of slavery. Logistically, that option would have been like cutting off my nose to spite my face. Besides, the vengeful little devil stoking a fire in my soul wanted to go down swinging instead of merely submitting to fear and the stacked odds against me. I’d be extremely lucky to get out of here alive.
For the first time, I noticed that my chamber had no windows, and this made time hard to keep track of. From my chamber, night and day appeared the same. A series of candles burned on fancy wall-mounted, stone perches at all times. A very faint church bell was barely audible in my chamber. At least it sounded like a
church bell. The rest of the castle seemed completely silent as if no one was awake yet. In the silence, I thought of my beautiful Katerina and the wonderful nights and days we had spent together.
Maybe I had been in denial about Katerina’s death because of how recent it had happened, but the grief hit me in bed that morning. Tears streamed out of my eyes, and my heart ached. Sadly, I would sell my soul for all of eternity just for one last night with her and one last chance to look into her eyes and to kiss her lips. As scared as I was for my own life, I mourned for Katerina more than that of myself. My imagination painted a vivid picture of what they had done to her, and somehow I knew that they had done worse than what I could consciously fathom. Going into the Black Forest, I had already known that I would put myself in harm’s way. I just wished that I could have saved my love.
Somewhere up in heaven, I know that Tomassino smiled down on me and was thankful that I freed his soul. The fate of Katerina’s soul was unknown, and that tortured me somewhat. All I can do was pray that her poor soul wasn’t doomed. In a way, I wanted to prevent anyone else from suffering my same fate. So far, I had limited exposure to any minions of Satan, but I had been made a believer.