The Count seemed taller to Quincey, more handsome, especially compared to Van Helsing. "Get up, Professor," he ordered, "for I wish to bring your defeat to a conclusion. There is no time to waste."
Van Helsing got to his feet immediately. "Where is Lucy?" he asked, his voice dangerously less dynamic than before.
"Soothing what remains of Magda's wounds. I have come to show you that you are alone."
Dracula strode to John and hauled him to his feet. The fleshy girl moved behind John and Quincey saw her hand slip down between his legs to capture his balls.
"Name the one who must be obeyed!" Dracula ordered.
"Lucy," John answered without hesitation. He stared boldly at the Professor and Quincey could see that his eyes no longer held the regret and fear of rejection they once had. Van Helsing saw this as well.
"Your point?" the Professor said to Dracula.
But the Count was now at the crossed bars where Arthur still hung. Each nipple bore a silver ring, from the bottom of which dangled a silver wolf's head.
"You are submissive to the Professor?"
Arthur laughed bitterly. "Don't be ridiculous. He is a fool."
"Then to whom do you submit?"
The slim dark-haired beauty knelt at Arthur's feet. She opened her lips and took in his cock. "I am at the mercy of this woman you see before you. My Mistress. I submit to her blindly, for I do not even know her name." Arthur closed his eyes. He gasped and tightened his buttocks as she brought him to full erection.
Quincey froze in terror and titillation as Dracula turned on him. He strode to the bed and hauled Quincey painfully up by the fabric of his skirts until his wounded ass rose high into the air. Dracula stood behind him and within seconds Quincey felt a determined knock at his rear door. "Sir," he stammered, "I beg you—"
But now he screamed. What felt like a limb entered him deep, filling his rectum with the flesh of a man, or at least what had once been a man. His cries of pain quickly turned to moans of joy as Dracula rode him fast and hard, then harder. Within seconds that rod stiffened and pulsed and a massive quantity of hot fluid shot into Quincey's ass.
When he pulled out just as quickly, Quincey stayed where he was, savoring the sensations left by the impalement, continuing to offer his ass for the pleasure of his Master, anytime, anywhere.
"Miss, you will tell professor Van Helsing your name, and to whom you belong!" Dracula commanded.
"I am Miss Quin Morris, and I belong to you, sir, and only you," Quincey said without hesitating, a smile building on his lips.
Chapter Forty-Four
As those small and experienced fingers played with John's balls, he wondered where Lucy and Magda were. Lucy, her angelic features, her stern love. He wondered what tortures and pleasures she would bestow on him tonight.
Dracula stalked Van Helsing like a feral beast intent on destroying his prey. "Should I permit you to leave?" he began.
"You are honor bound to hold to your word," Van Helsing reminded him, although the Professor's voice held no strength.
"You know nothing of honor, you who are so weak you cannot even govern your army." Dracula's hand swept the room. "More to the point, from the work you did on Magda's flesh, you cannot regulate your own passions."
"Magda requested my treatment of her at, I believe, your command."
"And did she request that you lose complete control?"
Van Helsing looked chastised by those words. John knew Dracula had planned this outcome. But hadn't they all lost control? And was that so bad? It was the nature of the beast. John shivered in anticipation of losing control. As if she could read his thoughts, the dark haired fleshy girl squeezed his balls hard, sending tremors of terror and pleasure rippling up his body.
"This is all meaningless," Van Helsing said. "I have done what was required of me, whether to your liking or not, and now Lucy is mine. These others you may do with as you see fit. None of them are worthy." He glared at Quincey with disgust, at Arthur with menace, but for John, whom the Professor had known and punished so well, Van Helsing reserved a special look of hatred for betrayal.
Dracula crossed his arms over his chest. "You are ludicrous in your deficiency and were I capable of compassion for the vanquished I might show you some. As it stand, you have earned little but my loathing."
He spun around and yelled at the fleshy girl, "Bring Lucy here."
The girl pulled away from John as if she'd been physically yanked across the room, and hurried out the door.
"I would break you myself, Professor, but I cannot bear the sight of so defective a being. Neither you, nor your three weaklings. You will all leave here at once!"
"With Lucy."
"Magda finds her amusing, but I am finished with her. For the moment."
Dracula a man of honor? John was startled by this turn of events. He also felt desolate. He did not know how he could live with the knowledge that his Mistress Lucy would once again succumb to the Professor's tight control and be lost to him forever. On top of that, he was to be thrust out of this pleasure palace against his will. And now that Van Helsing had witnessed his betrayal, John knew there would be no hope of even an occasional taste of his rod of punishment.
The fleshy girl ran into the room breathless.
"I told you to bring her!" Dracula said, turning on her as if he would strike her.
She cringed before him. "Master, she is nowhere to be seen. Neither she nor Magda."
Dracula strode towards the window and opened it. Cool mountain air filled the room. John watched his gaze turn inward, as if he were concentrating very hard. His face became a slab of sculpted marble. His expression twisted to black fury. He hissed, exposing those large and dangerous fangs, then turned to Van Helsing with flashing red eyes.
"We are too late Professor. Far too late."
"This is another of your tricks, and I will not have it!"
"A trick, perhaps, but not of my conjuring. It appears we have both been deceived. I sense Magda and Lucy together, perhaps for eternity." He nodded at the wall of implements where one hook stood glaringly empty. "The two of them, and Magda's bullwhip."
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