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Hello kiddies! It’s the Kink Keeper, bringing you another story full of sex and scares. Our tale is about a vampire girl and her love of bad boys, specifically one who always shows her a “devil” of a time! Grab your favorite ghoul and enjoy… Me and the Devil Blues! [BDSM] [Mf] [Supernatural]

My Sweet Satan: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

by Dmitri Storm

Dorota lay in her coffin, playing with her cunt and whispering soft prayers to her Count, her Master, her God. Her fingers caused her labia piercings to pull at her flesh, making sweet music, the music of church bells. Her sisters found her “meditations” to be strange, but she didn’t care. They didn’t understand the Count the way she did.

Dorota had always been what the other people in her village called “odd”. She talked to the trees, the squirrels, to fairies, to angels, and claimed they talked back. When she passed the age that people stopped calling it an overactive imagination and started calling it being touched in the head, her parents started to worry. They tried herbs, they tried prayer, they tried a doctor and a wise woman, they tried locking her in a room for a week, nothing seemed to work. When Dorota began to act out sexually, they began to do more than worry. Read more »

Hello BOILS and GHOULS! Its your old pal the Kink Keeper again. It’s the most wonderful time of the year and I’m here with Monster Mash, the first in a series of Eerie Erotica about Dracula and his Brides called Transylvanian Concubines. Our tale tonight is [BDSM] [Ms] [Supernatural]

Monster Mash: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Alzbeta woke up, as she did every night, in her coffin. She lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, and waited. Her wrists and ankles shackled, she had no choice but to wait for the Count or another of his servants to arrive and release her for the evening.

Alzbeta silently prayed the Count or at least his servant Ivan would free her. The Count and Ivan both enjoyed roughly using one of her holes as soon as she was unchained, but this was expected treatment for the sort of degraded creature she had become.

On the other hand, the other brides were especially cruel. Often they would whip her, laughing as they forced her to use her tongue to pleasure them or to clean the dirt and dust off their cold, dead feet. This was when they didn’t have a more creative humiliation to subject her to. It was their right, of course. Alzbeta was the youngest of the Count’s three brides, which gave them power over her. A slave even to her fellow slaves. Read more »

Hello kiddies! The Kink Keeper here, your faithful companion through Spooky Season. You’l HOWL with delight at tonight’s TAIL, about vampires and the petgirls who love them. I give you… BARK AT THE MOON [BDSM] [Ms] [Mf] [Supernatural] [Petplay]

Bark at the Moon: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Gwen sat in the bed, waiting for her husband to finish in the bathroom. She wished she had something to read, but all the books and newspapers in the hotel were written in Hungarian or Romanian or some foreign language like that. So instead she sat and glowered.

Coming here had been a terrible idea. Who takes a holiday in Romania? The weather was awful, the food was barely edible, the people were dull, that disgusting dog biting her had only made a rotten holiday worse. She had wanted Paris, or New York, but no, Lawrence had insisted on exploring the continent. His childish obsession with exotic cultures meant every holiday they had gone on had been grueling more than relaxing. Another mistake in the long list of mistakes the man had made in their marriage.

Lawrence finally emerged from the bathroom. “Cheer up Gwen.” he said almost fearfully “It’s not that bad.”

“I was bitten by some Gypsy mongrel… calling it a dog is being too kind Lawrence. A wolf would be more accurate.” Read more »

Hello BOILS and GHOULS! Its your old pal the Kink Keeper again. It’s the most wonderful time of the year and I’m here with Monster Mash, the first in a series of Eerie Erotica about Dracula and his Brides called Transylvanian Concubines. Our tale tonight is [BDSM] [Ms] [Supernatural]

Monster Mash: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Alzbeta woke up, as she did every night, in her coffin. She lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, and waited. Her wrists and ankles shackled, she had no choice but to wait for the Count or another of his servants to arrive and release her for the evening.

Alzbeta silently prayed the Count or at least his servant Ivan would free her. The Count and Ivan both enjoyed roughly using one of her holes as soon as she was unchained, but this was expected treatment for the sort of degraded creature she had become.

On the other hand, the other brides were especially cruel. Often they would whip her, laughing as they forced her to use her tongue to pleasure them or to clean the dirt and dust off their cold, dead feet. This was when they didn’t have a more creative humiliation to subject her to. It was their right, of course. Alzbeta was the youngest of the Count’s three brides, which gave them power over her. A slave even to her fellow slaves. Read more »

Songs From the Wood: Part 1 of a story I’m working on! Wood nymphs and witches and bondage oh my! [BDSM] [Supernatural] [F/f]

A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines Read more »

Missing Time [BDSM] [Alien Abduction] [Tentacles]

Whitney Strand tossed and turned in bed next to her husband, Andrew. They should have been here by now. She turned and laid on her back staring at the ceiling. It had never been on her time if she was honest, always on their, but she felt she was entitled to feel a little impatient.

Every 28 days or so, since Whitney had turned 18, the visitors arrived to steal her away. Whether she was in college, in her own apartment, or staying over at someone else’s place, they’d appear at her bedside, staring with their huge, soulless eyes.

But was this it? After 8 years was it over? They had missed last month, if they missed again that would confirm it in her mind, they were done with her. Whitney dug her fingers into the mattress and waited, either for the visitors or sleep, whichever came first. Read more »

I’m working on a story that combines two of my greatest loves: kinky sex and alien abduction lore. This is what I have so far and I’m looking for any feedback people are kind enough to give

1:44 Whitney Strand tossed and turned in bed next to her husband, Andrew. They should have been here by now. She turned and laid on her back staring at the ceiling. It had never been on her time if she was honest, always on their, but she felt she was entitled to feel a little impatient.

Every 90 days, since Whitney had turned 18, the visitors arrived to steal her away. Whether she was in college, in her own apartment, or staying over at someone else’s place, they’d appear at her bedside, staring with their huge, soulless eyes.

1:58. Was this it? After 8 years was it over? They had missed last month, if they missed again that would confirm it, they were done with her. Whitney dug her fingers into the mattress and waited, either for the visitors or sleep, whichever came first.

2:01 , Whitney’s room filled with a familiar blue light. She smiled and rose up in bed, letting tthe sheets fall away from her bare torso. Slowly moving towards her and Andrew were three small creatures in shiny, vinyl jumpsuits. Each wore a different color, a small detail Whitney was almost positive they did so she had some way to tell them apart; one red, one blue, one yellow. Huge black eyes that always reminded her of windows into some bottomless chasm stared at her intely. “Finally” She thought with the tiniest hint of annoyance, knowing they would hear it. Read more »

Shore Leave: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [supernatural] [Mf] [humiliation] [rope bondage]

Shore Leave: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Magdalena lounged on the sofa, legs dangling over one arm, and awaited her lover,the man she knew only as Mikhail . Magdalena had dressed exactly to his specifications: black high heels, black fishnet stockings and, other than the collar she wore to signal her status as an owned slave, nothing at all. Her porcelain skin drew a sharp contrast to the flashes of deep red at her lips, fingernails and toenails. She knew how badly Mikhail would want her as soon as he saw her, and hoped he would take her right here on the couch.

She idly played with her cunt as she waited, as per Mikhail’s instructions. Magdalena had been waiting for a while, and was a quivering, aroused mess, unsure how much longer she could wait for Mikhail before giving up and finding someone else to fuck her.

As if the huge man was reading her thoughts, the door to the dingy room Magdalena had rented swung open, hitting the wall hard enough that Magdalena heard splintering. She shivered. Here he was: Mikhail, all muscles and scars and tattoos, rage and lust mixing in his eyes. Mikhail… Read more »

Baby You’re A Haunted House! A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [BDSM] [Mf] [Gangbang] [Supernatural] [Vampire/ Frankenstein]

Baby You’re A Haunted House! A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Marion stood at the back of the tomb, the handsome yet sadistic Count holding the iron chain attached to the collar around her neck. At the other end stood her soon to be husband Cyrus and the three vampire brides of the Count. Marion wanted to vomit, but she was unsure if her stitched together body was still capable of that.

Marion had spent all of the previous evening being prepared for her wedding to Cyrus. Magdalena, Dorota, and Alzbeta, the vampire girls who were the wives and slaves of the Count, had begun by sewing high heels to her feet and then using needle and thread to pierce her flesh again and again, creating a permanent set of fishnet stockings. They topped this with a white corset that ended below her breasts and a gauzey white skirt that provocatively framed her lower body for anyone who looked. Their final effort was to make Marion into a living marionette (the puppet she Cyrus had named her after, he told her), giggling as they applied makeup to create unaturally long eyelashes, rosy cheeks, and deep red lips. And now here, she was a corpse being married to a corpse. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, but Marion knew she could do neither. Read more »