Date: 6/17/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Cheating, Coercion, Cruelty, Death, Domination / Submission, Straight Sex, Fan fiction, Gothic, Group Sex, Horror, Mind Control, Monster, Murder, Reluctance, Romance, Stockholm Syndrome, Group Sex, Author: BlackRonin, Source: sexstories.com
“’Dracula's Daughter’ would require half a dozen languages to adequately express its beastliness. I consider it absolutely unfit for exhibition.” -British film censor, 1936 *** They reached Borgo Pass well before sundown, but the coach driver would go no further. "I shouldn’t even have taken you this far," he said. This was a black, rocky place in the Carpathian Mountains, with only the one road running through it and a half day’s ride to civilization in any direction. David tapped his foot and made exasperated faces at the driver. "If it's a question of money—" "It's not,” the driver said. He was a broad-faced man who seemed not to blink often enough. “You should come back to the village. Nothing good will happen to you here. And with such beautiful young ladies..." He gave a sympathetic look to Helen and Gwen, who stood by the side of the road, stretching after the long ride. Gwen humored him with a smile in return. Helen was busy examining the landscape, as if she meant to memorize it. John stood on top of the carriage, unloaded their traveling bags, as the driver had insisted. He tossed them to David one by one. "Let the man go if he's scared of a few bogeys," John said. "We'll camp out in the castle and make the next town on foot tomorrow. All the better." He clapped David on the shoulder, but his brother wouldn’t banish the sour look on his face. The driver grew even more pale and somber. “You shouldn’t go to the castle,” he said, “It’s an evil place. Come back with ... me. For your mothers’ sakes.” He’d been talking like this all day, but none of the four travelers had really thought he’d make good on his declaration that he’d drive them no further than the pass. Everyone back at the little village where they’d secured passage had said equally dire and colorful things about the mountains and the castle. At the time it seemed quaint. “The castle is the entire reason we’re here in the first place,” David said, his face turning red. “If you’re not going to give us a ride and you’re not going to say anything helpful then just get along.” The driver tried twice more to dissuade them, but when he saw that no one was going to listen and, more importantly, that the afternoon light was waning, he shook his head, climbed back into the coach, and began the long ride back, sans passengers or luggage. David, John, Gwen, and Helen watched the carriage trundle back down the narrow mountain road until it was only a black speck below the summit. John quirked an eyebrow. "Well, he was colorful." "He's a cheat," David said, shouldering his pack. "We paid him for the whole way." "But you knew he wouldn't take us beyond the pass,” Gwen said, touching David on the cheek. "Everyone said so. Look on the bright side: Think what an amusing anecdote this will be for your book." David's face finally softened, and he kissed Gwen once on the lips. "I just hope Helen made a good sketch of that scaredy-cat look on his face,” John said. “Please tell me you did, darling? Did ...