Red Hot Moon: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines
By Dmitri Storm
Deep in the woods, further off the path than any sane person would go, Rosu hurried as fast as her legs would carry her. She hurried home to the old witch who had raised her, to Grandmother. Grandmother was Rosu’s parent, her lover, her pimp, and ultimately her mistress and owner. And if she arrived late to the hut they shared, Rosu knew Grandmother would fulfill another role: torementer and torturer. Rosu took off her high heels and ran with nothing but stockings on her feet through the slimy dead leaves.
Rosu had just spent the day in Vasaria, doing business for Gradmother. Today that was leaving notes with curses and hexes buried under specific houses. It also involved a day of selling her love to raise money and barter for goods Grandmother needed. Rosu had been trained in the art of seduction, and assisted by potions and perfumes created by Grandmother, had no trouble finding men and women that desired her body. Grandmother and Rosu now had enough food for another month, and Rosu had again “been useful” as Grandmother liked phrasing it.
Sometimes being useful meant Rosu received slightly better treatment. Rosu had spent the day before strapped to a table while Grandmother whipped her or used whatever she could find to penetrate her orifices. This, combined with a full day of prostitution, left Rosu sore and tired. She hoped for an easy night, though she also knew that if Grandmother sensed such thoughts she would push Rosu even further.
As Rosu shivered beneath her red traveling cloak and hurried to Grandmother’s house, she was shocked to find an absolutely stunning sight: a beautiful young woman, running around on her hands and knees, wearing only a closely fitting iron collar. Her blonde hair was pulled back in pigtails and, impossibly, a wagging tail emerged from the base of her spine. The girl yipped and panted as she ran through between the trees and rolled on the ground.
The girl noticed Rosu as well and trotted up towards her. The dog girl began to nuzzle Rosu’s leg and then fell at Rosu’s feet. Rosu bent to lift the small silver pentagram attached to the girl’s collar and read the name “Gwen”. Rosu pet her and then tried to keep hurrying to Grandmother, but Gwen ran ahead of her again and lay down on the path. Rosu used her stockinged left foot to try to nudge Gwen away, instead prompting Gwen to hump Rosu’s leg and nuzzle at her crotch.
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