by Lucy Wild
“But Countess, you know and speak English thoroughly.”
Se bowed gravely. “I thank you my friend for your all too flattering estimate but yet I know the grammar and words and not how to speak them.”
“You speak excellently.”
“Not so. Here I am a noble. The common people know me and can indulge my predilections but a stranger in a strange land is no one. You come to me not alone as an agent to tell me of my new estate. You shall, I trust, rest here with me a while so that by our talking I may learn the English intonation. And I would that you tell me when I make even the smallest of errors.”
I said I was willing and asked if I could indulge in the library when I chose.
“Most certainly. You may go anywhere in the castle you wish except where the doors are locked where of course you will not wish to go. We are in Transylvania and not England. Our ways are not your ways and there shall be to you many strange things.”
This led to much conversation. I asked her of some of the strange things I had seen on my journey here and she talked for a long time before finally changing the subject. “Come tell me of London and the house you have procured for me.”
With an apology for my remissness I went into my room and retrieved my papers. Whilst placing them in order I heard a rattling and turned to find the table had been cleared and the lamp lit. The lamps were also lit in the library and the Countess was lying on the sofa reading a book about the art of anal sex with certain choice objects. I thought of the dildo in my pocket but decided not to mention it for fear of offending her.
When I came in she cleared the table and I set down the plans and deeds. He asked many questions and I answered as I could telling him about the house and its twenty acres surrounded by solid stone. There were many trees on the estate and a deep pond fed by springs. The Countess loved to hear of all.
Presently with an excuse he left me and I looked at the erotic book, finding inside a map of England folded into quarters. Upon examining the map I saw rings marking places. One was near London, another Exeter and a third was Whitby on the Yorkshire coast.
I refolded the map and began to examine the book closer. The images within brought out a manifest desire in me to attempt some of the suggested items and I found myself glancing around the room but could see nothing of which I could make use for such a purpose.
I picked up another book which seemed to contain only pictures of women copulating in a variety of poses with accompanying stories of the filthiest kind. As I read, my heart began to beat faster and hearing no sign of the Countess returning, I allowed my hand to move slowly down my body until my nipples were found. I tugged at them through my dress, stroking them softly until they were hard and tingling.
I read on, turning the page to see an image of one woman tied by her limbs to a table as another sat upon her face, her features clearly displaying her pleasure at the sensation.
I wondered what it would be like to be constrained in such a way, unable to breathe anything but the scent of the woman above me. My hand moved lower as my pussy began to drip with desire. I reached under my dress and slid my hand up my thigh, stroking the soft skin that puckered under my touch until I found my soaking wet labia. I rubbed at my waiting clit with the palm of my hand whilst sliding two fingers into my pussy. I slowly fucked my hole as I read further into the book, picturing myself the entire time as the woman tied to the table, being used for the pleasure of others in a way that I knew I would never gain the opportunity to try in reality.
My limbs soon began to tense up and my toes curled as my clit throbbed ever stronger until a sensation of pure joy burst from it and spread through my body. I allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over me as I panted quietly and at that moment I heard the sound of footsteps in the hall outside.
I quickly withdrew my fingers and pushed my dress down, licking the juices from them to prevent any suspicion being aroused. My cheeks were still flushed as the Countess entered, smiling at the sight of the erotic book at my side.
“There is no shame in enjoying my library in the way it was intended,” she said cryptically. “But supper is ready.”
She took my arm and we went into the next room where I found an excellent supper on the table. The Countess again excused herself as having dined when away from home. But she sat and chatted whilst I ate. Afterwards we spoke for hours until it became very late and I was increasingly desirous of the toilet. All at once I heard the crow of the cock coming up with shrillness through the clear morning air and realised we had conversed away the entire night.
Countess Wetula jumped to her feet. “Why there is morning again. How remiss I am to let you stay up so long.” With a courtly bow, she left me and I ran through to my room in urgent need of somewhere to urinate. I could see nowhere that was suitable, reminding myself that little had changed in a day to assist my needs. I looked along the dinner table but was surprised to find it had been emptied whilst I was at my bedchamber. I went over to the window and glanced out, seeing an empty courtyard beyond.
A chill wind hit me and I shuddered, a trickle or piss leaking from me and soaking into my knickers. I paced back and forth, my hand between my legs as I tried to decide what to do. There seemed little option but to make use of the window and thus I lifted my dress to expose my pussy to the cold air of the morning, hoping none might see me in such a position.
Thrusting my hips forwards I pressed myself to the sill and pushed with all my might, wanting to get this over with in all possible haste. Immediately a fountain of piss sprayed out of pee and went sinking down to the courtyard like a fall of rain. I almost found humour in the sight of my self created shower of yellow rain. My body felt instantly better as I pushed every last droplet from myself. Once finished I pulled the curtains closed, shame taking over my body at the thought of what I had just undertaken. With that I sat and wrote of this day.
8 May – I feared as I wrote here that I was too diffuse but now I am glad of the detail for there is something so strange here that I am becoming uneasy and wish I were safe out of it in a location which at least could provide me with toilets.
There is no one even to speak to except the Countess and I fear I may be the only living soul here. Let me say at once how I stand. I slept a few hours when I went to bed before I got up. I hung my mirror by the window to apply my makeup and a desire to masturbate overtook me. I leaned back on my seat and lifted my legs to the window ledge either side of the mirror, glancing at my own pussy in the glass. I was just sliding my fingers into my hole when I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard the Countess say, “Good morning.” I jumped backwards for it amazed me that I had not seen her in the mirror. In starting I wet myself a little but did not notice it. I turned back to the glass but there could be no error for the woman was close to me and I could see her over my shoulder but there was no reflection of her in the mirror. The whole room behind me was displayed but no sign of any woman except myself.
I blushed as I hid my body under my clothing but the Countess mentioned nothing of my indiscretion. At the instant I noticed my knickers were damp with urine, I looked around for a fresh pair to change into. When the Countess saw my panties, she lunged at my pussy with demonic fury, her eyes blazing. As she lunged for me, her hand hit the dildo sticking out of my pocket and in an instant the fury passed so quickly I could hardly believe it was ever there.
“Take care,” she said when you wet yourself. It is more dangerous than you think in this country.” Seizing the mirror she went on. “And this is the wretched thing that caused the mischief. Away with it!” And opening the window she flung out the glass which shattered in the courtyard below. Then she withdrew without a word. It is very annoying for I know not how to apply my makeup without the mirror.
When I went into the dining room breakfast was prepared but the Countess was nowhere to be seen. It is strange that I have never seen her eat or drink. After breakfast I explored the castle and found a room looking south. The view was magnificent.
The castle is on the edge of a terrific precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything. As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops.
But I cannot describe beauty as when I had seen the view I explored further, becoming needful of the toilet and hoping to find at least one but found only doors everywhere and all locked and bolted. In no places save from the windows is there an available exit. The castle is a prison and I am a desperate prisoner.
When I found that I was a prisoner a wild feeling came over me. I rushed up and down stairs, trying every door but after a while a feeling of helplessness overcame me. I sat down at last, rocking back and forth on a step as my bladder threatened to explode and thought what was to be done.
Of one thing I am certain. It is no use making my ideas known to the Countess. She knows I am imprisoned and doubtless has her own motives. My only plan will be to keep my knowledge and fears to myself and my eyes open.
I had hardly reached this conclusion when I heard the great door below shut and knew the Countess had returned. She did not come to the library so I went to my own room to again pee from the window but I found her making the bed. This was odd but only confirmed there were no servants in the house. Once she had left my chambers I went to the window and again raised my dress, having no choice but to pee into the open air once more, my body greatly relieved as piss gushed from me and sank to the courtyard, pooling on the stone below.
As I peed I became increasingly aroused, the feel of the wind on my clitoris joining the touch of my fingers until I had to come. Bless the woman who gave me the dildo. It gives me comfort and strength to touch it. I made use of it at the window, feeling a strange sense of exhilaration that someone may observe me in my enjoyment. I slid the dildo into my pussy and fucked myself as fast as I could, wanting only to achieve climax in as little time as could be managed. Within a minute I felt the familiar building sensation and then it burst from my pussy as the dildo squelched in and out. I finally let it slide out as my body recovered from the powerful orgasm I had just enjoyed. I turned and saw the Countess laying the table in the dining room, confirming there was no one here but her. I must find out all I can about Countess Wetula that I might find it useful to understand her better.
12 May – Let me begin with facts of which there can be no doubt. Last evening the Countess asked me questions on legal matters. She asked if a woman might have two or more solicitors. I told her she might have a dozen but it would be wise to have only one in each transaction as only one could act at a time. She seemed to understand, asking if one could attend banking and another shipping in case local help were needed far from the banking help. I asked her to explain.
“Let me say you are at Exeter which is far from London. Now suppose I was to ship goods to Newcastle or Durham might I not have a solicitor in each port? Could I be at liberty to direct myself?”
“Of course.”
“Good.” She went on to ask about how to make consignments before asking if I had written home yet. I replied that I had not as I had no way of sending letters.
“Then write to your friend and say you shall stay on with me another month.”
“Do you wish me to stay so long?”
“I desire it much and will take no refusal.”
What could I do but accept? She handed me three sheets of notepaper and three envelopes. When I had written my letters I sat and read whilst the Countess wrote several notes. Then she took up mine and placed them with her own on the table before leaving. As soon as she was gone I looked at her letters. One was addressed to Samuel Billington in Whitby, another to Herr Leutner, the third to Coutts and Co and the fourth to Herren Klopstock and Billreuth in Budapest. I was about to read the contents when I saw the door handle move. I was back in my seat when the Countess entered, taking up the letters and stamping them carefully.
“I trust you will forgive but I have much to do in private this evening. Let me advise you thought that you should not go to masturbate in any other part of the castle. It is old and causes bad experiences to those who wank unwisely. Be warned that if arousal should overcome you, you should hasten to your own chamber or to here for your climax to be safe.”
Later – I endorse the last words written but I have no fear of masturbating elsewhere in the castle. I have the dildo in my bed with me and there it shall remain.
When he left I went to my room and then out to the stair to look out to the south. As I glanced out of the window I caught sight of movement a storey below me. I imagined it was the Countess’s own room. As I looked I saw her head come from her window and then she climbed out and began to crawl down the castle wall with her cloak around her like great wings. At first I could not believe my eyes but there was no delusion. What manner of woman is this?
15 May – I have once again seen the Countess leave in her lizard fashion. She vanished into some hole lower down but I could not access any rooms in that area of the castle until a door older than any I had seen gave way and let me enter a chamber filled with ancient furniture. I sat here to write when I felt horny. The Countess’s warning came into my mind but I took pleasure in disobeying it. I drew out a great couch and lay upon it, uncaring for the dust under me as I composed myself for orgasm. I closed my eyes and lifted my dress, squeezing my thighs together as a need to pee grew within me. The desperation aroused me more than I thought possible and I fought not to wet myself as I grew closer to an orgasm without yet having touched myself.
I achieved a climax just from my urgent need to pee and the pleasure in my brain made me sleepy and I seemed to drift away, coming to and finding three young naked women opposite me. Two were dark and the other was fair. All three had brilliant white teeth. I felt in my heart a burning desire that they should kiss me with those red lips and let me urinate over them. They whispered and laughed together as the two dark haired girls urged on the fair haired one.
“Go on! You are first and we shall follow. Yours is the right to begin.”
“She is young and strong. There are pisses for us all.”
I lay quiet as the fair girl advanced. She went on her knees and bent towards me, licking her lips like an animal. Her lips went to my pussy and seemed to fasten onto it. I heard the churning sound of her tongue as she licked her lips again, her hot breath on my clit. The skin of my pussy began to tingle and I felt the touch of her lips on the super sensitive skin of my clit. I closed my eyes in ecstasy and waited with beating heart, feeling a drop of piss escape me.
At that instant another sensation swept through me and I was conscious of the presence of the Countess. She was furious, grabbing the slender neck of the fair woman, her eyes blazing. “How dare you drink from her any of you when I had forbidden it? Back all of you! This woman belongs to me.”
The fair girl laughed. “You never loved.” The other women laughed also and it seemed as the mirthless pleasure of fiends. The Countess turned to me and said, “Yes I can love. I promise you that when I am done with her, you shall drink her piss at your will. Now go!”
“Are we to have nothing tonight,” said one of them.
For answer he threw a bag on the floor which moved as though there were some living thing in it. One of the women opened the bag and a naked woman emerged, squirming and wriggling and clearly in need of urinating. The three women opened their mouths as the woman as if in a daze pissed into one mouth after another. A dizziness overcame me and I sank into unconsciousness.
I awoke in my own bed. If I had not dreamed the Countess must have carried me here. My clothes were folded in a way which was not my habit. My watch was unwound. If the Countess carried me here and undressed me, she must have hurried for she did not find this diary or my dildo or I am sure she would have taken and destroyed both. As I look around this room it is a sanctuary now for out there are those awful women who are waiting to drink my pee.
18 May – I have been down to look at that room again but the doorway has been forced against the jamb and
the door fastened from the inside. I fear it was no dream and I must act on this.
19 May – Last night the Countess asked me to write three letters. One saying that my work was nearly done and I should start home soon, another that I was starting that morning and the last that I had left the castle and arrived at Pissritz. I would fain have rebelled but knew it would be madness to quarrel openly with the Countess. I asked when I should date the letters.
“The first should be June 12, the second June 19 and the third June 29.”
I know now the span of my life.
28 May – There is a chance of escape or at least of being able to send word home. A band of gipsies are encamped in the courtyard. I shall write letters home and try to get them posted.
I have written the letters, Mina’s in shorthand and Mr Hawkins to ask him to speak to her. To her I have explained my situation. I have given the letters with a gold piece and the man pressed them to his heart and made gesture that it was not payment enough. Given his ability to mime I was able to ascertain that he was desirous of seeing me masturbate and piss for him.
Reluctantly I stood at the window with my clothes laid on the bed beside me. As they watched I ran my hands over my body, finding their stares turning me on far more than I had expected. My pussy became damp as my need to pee grew stronger. I thrust my body forwards and let fly the entirety of the urine in my body which hit the man below me square in the face. He lapped at the golden fluid as I ran my fingers through the flow, enjoying the heat upon my chill hand.
I took my dildo and thrust it into me whilst still peeing, turning away and pointing my bottom out of the window at the men below. I spread my cheeks apart and nudged the dildo into my hole, gasping at the stretching sensation whilst the last drops of pee ran down my legs. Moving my free hand to my clit, I rubbed frantically at it whilst fucking my arse as hard as I could manage, bringing myself to a screaming orgasm moments later.