Die Die My Darling: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines
by Dmitri Storm
Quaid Morell followed Lucia through the darkness. He found the cloaked girl at the exact tavern the letters had directed him to, and now he followed her out of Visaria and into the darkness of untamed wilderness. It was hard to believe, but tonight was the night. Tonight Quaid would finally meet the woman he’d searched the world for.
Quaid had been raised a good Christian boy in Texas. He had been raised being told what it meant to be a man and what it meant to be a woman, a world of strong men who beat whatever they wanted into submission, and women who silently fulfilled the needs of those men. Only, the women Quaid knew had become tainted with ideas of equality and nonsense like that. It didn’t help that Quaid had failed at everything he had tried; from a plantation, to a ranch, to a private security company, he ran anything he touched into the ground and squandered more of his dwindling inheritance.
Quaid had spent the past five years traveling the world, seeking both the opportunity he was destined to carve his life’s meaning out of, and the woman he was meant to keep as a submissive wife as he did so. He finally made contact with an organization in the Carpathians that sold and transported captive Slavic women to those with enough money.
And here, tonight, Quaid would pay for the legal ownership of a woman ripped from her life to serve him. He had seen black slaves since, but none of them were fit to be the submissive wife of a successful gentleman. Quaid thought of the little peasant girl waiting for him. He would crush her spirit, bend her to his will, and then bring her back across the ocean to prove what he’d done. The thought of it made his cock hard.
He thought of the whips and restraints he had bought, and of the girl’s delicate screams as she begged for mercy in her foreign tongue. He thought of young men hoping to prove their masculinity paying him to fuck or even marry the other girls he would transport back with him through covert channels. Quaid got so wrapped up in his fantasies that he was startled when he noticed his guide had stopped by a large cave and he had almost walked entirely past her.
She stared at him with her oddly shaped and oddly spaced eyes. “In here.” She said in broken English, her voice rough but also vaguely sensual.
Quaid began to walk towards her and realized it was not a cave she was standing by. It was a tomb, some rough pagan megalith that had been erected far in the woods. Quaid took his first steps in and felt the girl hold him back “Money first, then girl.” Quaid gave her the thousands he had brought and eagerly entered the tomb alone.
Quaid found himself in a large room at the center of which was a girl wearing a tiny red dress so tight on her body that it appeared ready to tear at any moment. She stood there, head bowed submissively and hands folded together in front of her Waiting for her Master. Waiting for Quaid.
Quaid approached her and grabbed her by her long, blonde hair. She gasped as her head was drawn towards him. Taking hold of her chin, he lifted her face so he could examine it.
She was beautiful. She looked like a Viking princess, blonde hair framing a face with hypnotic blue eyes and alabaster skin. “What is your name, girl?” He asked her
“Whatever sir names me.” She replied with her heavy accent.
“What was your name before.?”
“Magdalena, sir.”
“You are Lena now. None of this European shit”
“Yes, sir.”
“Open your mouth.”
“Yes, sir.” Lena obediently opened her mouth, her jaw still resting in Quaid’s hand. He tilted it upward. Her pouting lips and fair skin indicated she belonged to some sort of gentry or nobility. Her teeth confirmed she was perfect for what he wanted.
Quaid dropped his rucksack to the stone floor and knelt to remove a set of shackles, 5 heavy iron rings and iron chains to connect them.
“Dress off, kneel, hands behind you and meeting on your neck.” he commanded the girl, again feeling aroused as she quickly and silently complied. Quaid fastened the largest ring to her neck, then secured the other four cuffs around Lena’s delicate wrists and ankles. He then applied the finishing touches: two locks connecting her collar with her wrists, ankles fastened together with a chain running from them to the collar and preventing her from standing up. The end result was a girl with her hands helpless,her legs immobile, and her eyes exactly at his crotch level. Quaid’s erection was raging.
Lena knelt there, completely exposed as Quentin forced his cock into her mouth. She remained silent, looking up at him for approval as he aggressively fucked her throat, with a savagery bordering on hatred. She showed no reaction as Quentin slapped her breasts and then her face, continuing to use her mouth and throat as a waiting hole for him to fuck. She only made a sound when his left hand gripped her throat and began to squeeze. Her face flushed with color as she choked around his cock.
Quaid began to laugh “You don’t need to pretend you dumb cunt. I know you don’t breathe, I know what you are.” Lena’s eyes lit up with surprise, that flash of terror in her eye causing Quaid to ejaculate deep down her throat. In one fluid motion he pulled his cock out of her mouth and replaced it with a large bulb of garlic that was secured tightly with rough rope. He shoved her over, and her head hit the stone floor.
Quaid stood over the vampire, one boot on her head as he pulled his pants pack up . He smirked as he watched her struggle against her chains. “Cold iron shackles, and a garlic gag with wolsbane twine. I know exactly how to treat little cunts like you. You probably wondered why everything hurt just a little bit more and why the shackles felt a little bit stronger ,huh?” Lena hissed at him from behind the garlic despite being nauseated by the herb. It was cute, almost.
“If you don’t want to be brought out exactly like you are out of here and left out the sun kills you a second time, you be a good girl and do what you’re told. Understood?” Without waiting for a reply, he pushed down on her head, causing Lena to emit a muffled grown “Understood?!” Lena nodded and made noises.
Quaid picked the bound vampire up so she was again kneeling. Moving behind her he said “I’m going to use your hands to pleasure myself. You will stay completely stil or you will be punished. Understood?” Quaid could tell the garlic was making her woozy. Good, she’d be easier to transport. Quaid took his cock out again and placed it in Lena’s hands that had still been holding her neck. He positioned those hands so they had a good grip on his cock. He moved back and forth and thought of a submissive wife who could be easily controlled by her vampiric nature, and a business exporting similar undead harlots to other men who needed a wife they could truly dominate.
As Quaid rubbed his cock in her hair and bound hands, Magdalena felt the slow drip of holy water stinging her flesh. Holy water was usually a toy for adding a little pain and excitement to her nights of pleasure, but tonight the liquid began to feel unbearable. Behind her gag, Magdalena cried for the first time in a century. It was then that she heard two familiar girlish giggles. Her Sisters!
Magdalena heard little Alzbeta coo at her torturer. “Ohhh, such a big, strong man. I must admit I’m jealous, My Countess. I wish I could have him.”
Dorota joined in. “I want this one too. Why can’t they let a boy marry three women?”
Alzbeta, standing next to Quaid and Magdalena whispered, “Or as many as want him?”
Dorota shushed their youngest SIster. “Heresy,my sweet Beta! You must not say it!” Magdalena could feel both of her Sister’s standing over her, could smell their scents. “Maybe this instead. Our young man can ejaculate on our Countess, we will clean them both of his seed, and we will go, willingly, with the brave man who caught Countess Magdalena Dracula.”
Quaid was clearly too engaged in using Magdalena to think clearly. “willingly?”
“We three are succubi.” Dorota said “We feed on semen, not on blood. You will be bringing us to a life where that need will always be met. Let us take the seed out of her hair and you can chain us as well. You caught our Queen and Mother, surely you can subdue us if we don’t obey you.”
“And of course, until you find us husbands, we will serve you.” Alzbeta said persuasively. Magdalena was barely clinging to conscious, but was conscious enough to think *that little bitch is getting too good at lying, I need to watch her.*
Magdalena could barely make out Dorota’s shape next to her. “Sir, would you let my Sister and I hold your cock while you ejaculate in Queen Magdalena’s hair?”
“Mmf, God, yes!” Quaid replied. Magdalena felt the man take his cock from her hands. She heard him grunt rhtmically and then, suddenly, cry out.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She heard Quaid yell out.
She heard Alzbeta’s gentle voice “I’m just fucking you, sir.”
Dorota unshackled Magdalena, before cutting the garlic and wolfsbane loose and throwing both as far as she could. Magdalena fell to her side and saw little Beta sodomizing Quaid Morell with a cock she had secured to the pearls and chains that decorated her hips, thighs, and labia. Magdalena smiled and crawled towards the pair.
Alzbeta was moaning with pleasure. With each thrust into Quaid’s asshole, the pearls rubbed against her moist sex and compelled her to more penetration. Alzbeta always hated when her Sisters forced her to wear her ancestral pearls, it was good to see she had found a way to enjoy them.
Dorota ran past Magdalena and applied to the struggling Quaid the same cold iron restraints he had hoped to use to capture a bride. Magdalena crawled slowly, never taking her eyes off of Quaid. As Alzbeta used him for her pleasure, Magdalena stopped in front of him on her knees. “Oh darling” she said, “you called me a a dumb cunt, but I’m not so dumb as to not let my family know where I’m going alone at night. And I’m at least I’m not a greedy pig that drops its meal at the first sight of more” She took Quaid’s erect cock in her hands and guided it to her mouth.
Dorota cackled “Oink piggy! Oink my sisters while they play with you.” Dorota had found a monk’s scourge in the backpack and was flogging Quaid. Quaid sobbed and oinked as his cock penetrated Magdalaena’s mouth while a cock fastened to a dead girl penetrated his anus. Striking him again, Dorota asked. “Magdalena, he is your piggy. Shall we kill him here? Bring him to our Husband?
Magdalena swallowed Quaid’s semen and removed her mouth from his penis. She smiled and wiped her ruby lips. “Quaid thought he was a spider, but he was just another fly.” She looked deep into Quaid’s eyes and smiled. “Tonight, darling, the man you thought you were shall die. You shall be a broken shell, an insect.”
Magdalena walked away as Quaid continued to oink and Alzbeta continued to ravage him. She returned with a blue traveling cloak, one that looked exactly like the one Lucia the slaver had worn earlier in the evening she whispered into it and then pulled Quaid into her arms. Alzbeta retreated and watched with Dorota as Magdalena wrapped the broken man in the cloak. She swaddled him like a baby, even bringing him to suckle at her dead nipples. After a few minutes, she shouted “Plosnita!” and dropped Quaid to the floor.
The Sisters walked out of the tomb, giggling and giving each other little kisses. Magdalena took the new phallus from Azbeta and examined it. They knew they had to hurry back to the Castle, it was almost sunrise.
Quaid lay on the floor of an empty tomb, wrapped in a blue cloak and unable to speak.
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