Horror Hotel: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines
by Dmitri Storm
Dr. Jacob Serwinski was in his laboratory, hard at work, when he heard the police banging at his door. He rose from his table and walked through the sanitarium, walking through cells filled to the brim with chained lunatics. Dr. Serwinski ignored them, their pleas of pain and hunger, and continued to walk briskly to the front door.
It was late, 2am by his watch. Whatever had happened, it must have been important, or it better be. All of Serwinski’s staff were home or asleep, so he walked on his own and swung open the door. He was met by two of the local police, Selfan and Pavel, and a beautiful young woman in shackles.
“We found her near the tavern. She was writhing in the dirt and offering to fuck every man that passed her. We didn’t feel right locking her in with the men down in the prison, thought maybe you could hold her. Serwinski could barely hear Pavel explain the woman to her. This small frame, in her tattered black evening gown, brought to him in chains, filled him with lust.
“Er, yes Pavel, I think I have room for her. Here, a kopeck for your service.” the doctor tossed Pavel and Selfan each a coin and grabbed the girl by the chain connecting her wrists to her ankles.
Serwinski led the girl through the sanitarium. His patients gnashed their teeth at her and described in detail the ways they would abuse and violate her body. The girl replied by gnashing her teeth and stating she wanted them, all of them, inside of her.
Serwinski was thrilled. She was perfect. This woman, clearly in a fit of hysteria, was exactly what he needed to finally put his research to the test. He had been studying that odd female phenomenon, and believed he had found the biological cure to a psychological problem. He had only lacked a test subject, a young woman exhibiting symptoms who would not be missed if the procedure went awry.
The girl followed Dr. Serwinski to his lab with minimal struggle. “Are you going to fuck me, sir?” She asked, suddenly almost eerily calm.
“No, my dear, I plan to cure you.” He guided her to that exam table, carefully removing her chains as he guided her to lie down.
“I’d rather be fucked than cured. Go ahead, no one will know but us. You can cure me after. What’s the cure for a naughty girl like me?” The girl began trying to rub herself against Serwinski. He shoved her to the table and began to restrain her to it.
“I shall remove your clitoris and, if my theory holds, the excess bloodflow used during arousal will instead be dispersed to your frontal lobe. As a result, you should become a compliant and agreeable woman ready to participate in society.” The girl screamed at this and tried to fight Serwinski at first as he bound her to the table, suddenly switching as he secured her ankles to cooing and fluttering her long eyelashes. Serwinski ignored her and continued with his work. This girl clearly needed his help, and hopefully in return she would make him famous.
Serwinski removed her tattered black dress and took a step back to examine the patient. As he looked at the girl, her arms and legs forming a widely spread “X”, he was shocked by the piercings to her nipples and labia. These tiny wounds awakened something in him, as he thought about a girl so addicted to pleasure she would mark her body like this. He tried to not acknowledge his rising erection as he gathered his tools.
One little incision, and Dr. Serwinski would know whether he had found a cure for hysteria. He should be imagining fame, riches, a hospital in a proper city and not this little backwater, but all Serwinski could think of was this beautiful girl restrained in front of him. Her legs spread, the rings in her genitals glistening, he began to consider to offer of sex she had made earlier.
“Fuck me sir, please, before I can never enjoy it again?” She asked pleadingly, tugging on her chains.
Serwinski knew she was right, that in curing the girl he would also be robbing her of much of the enjoyment sex would have. Perhaps she should be allowed it one more time.
The girl saw the doctor advancing towards her. “Will you, sir? Will you fuck me? Please? Please?”
Serwinski dropped his trousers and climbed on top of the girl. Her mouth sought his naturally, and Serwinski easily slipped his cock into her.
She felt amazing. Her mouth tasted like expensive perfume, and her cunt tightly hugged him. The rings rubbed against him as he penetrated her and created a sensation that compelled him to thrust harder and harder.
This girl was entirely at his mercy. She could not move other than raising her hips against him or giving him her luscious kisses. Serwisnki did something he had always wanted to do but never had, fearing the potential consequences: he began to choke her.
The feeling of her delicate throat under Serwinski’s hand was perfect. She coughed and struggled but continued to smile at him seductively. Serwinski squeezed harder and her eyes grew wide. As Serwinski applied even more of his strength to his grip, he could feel himself on the cusp.
Without warning, she stopped showing any sign of being affected by being choked.. He felt himself come inside her as she began to not only breathe normally, but to laugh wildly.
It was only after his orgasm that Dr. Jacob Serwinski realized he and the girl were not alone. At some point two score of men had joined them, men Serwinski knew all too well. These were his other patients.
“Mmm. Thank you for feeding me my good doctor. An audience adds so much eroticism Jacob, I hope you don’t mind that I invited one.”
Serwinski struggled to get off of the girl, but her unexpectedly free arms held him tightly, his now flacid penis still inside of her.
“The locks to your boys’ cages were very flimsy. I only had to look at them and they fell apart.” She said as several of the patients advanced towards the table. “I appreciate your plan to ‘cure’ me, but I think the boys and I should try it on you first.” She slid out from beneath him and then pinned him to the table as the chains were wrapped around his limbs by patients 17 and 8.
The girl approached him with one of his medical knives. She began to cut and he screamed before his mouth was covered by patient 22.
Alzbeta sat on the hill, waiting for her Sisters. Dorota was the first to arrive. “I’m back, little Sister, and I brought us a new present.” The older Bride said.
Alzbeta looked up at Dorota excitedly. “What did you bring us, Sister?”
Dorota dropped the bag she had been carrying, and an erect penis with testicles still attached spilled out. “The owner had so many chemicals for keeping the cock hard even after it was removed that I almost think he was expecting to have it taken from him. When we return to the castle, a few leather straps and I have a new toy to use on your little cunt.”
“Could we use it before then, to try it out?” Alzbeta asked, her eyes going back and forth between Dorota and the phallus.
“You may use it to pleasure your cunt as you use your whore tongue to pleasure mine” Dorota replied, tossing Alzbeta the cock. Alzbeta crawled to Dorota and began to lick eagerly at Dorota’s already wet cunt, at the same time moving the penis in and out of her own slit. Both girls moaned in pleasure while, out of a sanitarium somewhere below them, 40 lunatics walked into the cool night air, discussing madness and freedom
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p0cceb/horror_hotel_a_tale_of_the_transylvanian