1. Dracula's Daughter


    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

    you see how his mustache curled when we mentioned the castle? Do you think I can train mine to do that?" He demonstrated with two fingers. Helen gave him a thin-lipped smile and said, "Let's hurry. If we don't get to the ruins soon the light will fail and I won't be able to make any decent sketches." “Do you think you can manage the hike?” David said to Gwen. But she was already shouldering her bag. “There’s one way to find out,” she said. “If it turns out I can’t keep up, I’ll know to go faster.” She flashed him a smile. “Do you think I can manage the hike?” John said to Helen, pretending like his bags were too heavy to pick up. “I’m surprised you managed the coach ride,” she said, and pushed him over. In a few minutes they were all ready to go. And, arm in arm, they set off into the craggy Transylvanian wilderness, toward the lonely and foreboding towers of Castle Dracula. *** "It certainly is a grim place," Gwen said, surveying the courtyard. "I see why the villagers are so frightened. It must have been deserted for centuries." The castle was quiet, gloomy, and skeletal. Thick curtains of cobwebs shrouded everything, ensnaring the central staircase. Most of the ceiling here in what was once the grand entryway was gone. Now and then some rooting animal stirred in a dark corner. John climbed up and swept the cobwebs from one of the great stone windows, letting the feeble sunlight in. "No, it was only abandoned recently," Helen said. "To hear the villagers tell it, Count ...
    Dracula himself lived here until just a few years ago. He moved to London and died shortly after." "Which Count Dracula?" David said, alarmed. He was picking around the room, looking for recognizable inscriptions. "There hasn't been an heir to the House of Dracula since the 14th century." "After you went to bed early like an old maid, Helen and I stayed up and learned all about the great House of Dracula from the locals,” said John. “Shall we tell them the story, dear?" Helen was sketching the castle entry in a notebook, charcoal flying across the page, and she only nodded in reply. John crept up to Gwen and leered. "It’s not a story for the faint of heart,” he added. “You see, Count Dracula was what the locals call one of...the undead." He held up two fingers to indicate long teeth. David rolled his eyes but Gwen shrank a little closer to him and tucked one hand into his. "Apparently one night back in those old 14th century days the count took it into his head to kidnap all the pretty young village girls for one of his parties,” John continued. “The peasants stormed the castle, and brought a genuine black-magic sorcerer with them." "Where did they find a thing like that?" said Gwen. "Maybe in those days there was one in every village, like having a dentist or a locksmith on call. Anyway, this is just how the villagers tell the story today. Apparently the wizard cursed all of Dracula's guests and turned the count himself into a vampire, so that he could be eternally punished for ...
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