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Red Hot Moon : A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [BDSM] [F/f] [Vampire/Werewolf/Witch]

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. Read more »

Red Hot Moon: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [BDSM] [F/f] [Supernatural]

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. Read more »

Die Die My Darling : A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [BDSM] [Mf] [Fm] [Supernatural] [Humiliation] [TW: Non Con]

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. Read more »

Horror Hotel : A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [BDSM] [Mf] [Medical Play] [Breath Play] [ Supernatural]

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. Read more »

Last Caress: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [BDSM] [Humiliation] [Supernatural]

Last Caress: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Anton had grown tired of his parents’ parties. Same people, same conversations, even the “scandalous behavior” that always erupted when someone or another drank too much had begun to feel routine.

Anton sat by himself, trying to nurse his glass of vodka and to be invisible. He was failing at both. He brushed off old accquaintences and social climbers trying to sell their daughters to him.

He was about to truly upset his parents and leave for bed when he sighted a young girl he had never seen before.

She was radiant with her long, black hair set against her pale skin. She broadcast her disdain with her blue dress that was most deliciously out of fashion, and contrasted that with antique jewelry that showed she had enough money to be fashionable, but chose not to. Anton found himself moving towards her, staring at her and imagining what a lovely prize she would make.

She looked up and smiled at him demurely. “Oh, hello.” she said in a sweet, gentle voice. Read more »

Me and the Devil Blues: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [BDSM] [Mf] [Mm] [Supernatural]

Me and the Devil Blues: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Father Khoma followed Ivan the gravedigger to the cursed woman. Khoma was personally disgusted by Ivan, and rarely came to this part of the Visaria. Ivan lived on the edge of the city, among ruined tombs and ruined castles, among gypsies and prostitutes and thieves. It all repulsed Khoma almost as much as Ivan himself did.

“I’ve been caring for her for about a week, Father. ” Khoma could not picture Ivan “caring” for anything, and definitely not a young woman. “I found her in the graveyard, rolling in the dirt and speaking in tongues. I tried to nurse her, but she began scratching and biting about both her body and mine. I have her tied to a bed in my shack in the graveyard. Tying a young woman to a bed for days was, on the other hand, definitely something Ivan was likely to do.

“I’m glad you came for me, my child. We will save here and, perhaps, the experience may make you start attending Mass every morning.” Khoma said. Ivan did not reply.

“Do you know her name, my child?” Khoma asked Read more »

Bloodletting Song: A Fairy Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [supernatural]

Bloodletting Song: A Fairy Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

by Dmitri Storm.

Once upon a time there lived a girl named Magdalena. Magdalena was smart, beautiful and fast to learn any skill she set her mind to. Magdalena could have been anything she wanted, but life is cruel, and she was born a slave.

Magdalena served in the court of Tsarevitch of the Mountain, a petty warlord who called himself a king. From her youngest days, Magdalena’s life revolved around her Master and the men and women at his court. She served them food and drink, danced for them, and, when she was old enough, was used by them sexually.or sang for them, or danced for them.

When she was old enough, Magdalena became a pleasure slave. She was expected to look pretty, to make the cocks of men hard and the slits of women wet, and then to pleasure those organs. If she failed, her Master would look less impressive, and Magdalena was frequently beaten when she was not satisfying enough. Read more »

I Want to be Your Dog: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines [Supernatural] [BDSM] [MFf] [Petplay] [Humiliation]

I Want to be Your Dog: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

(Author’s Note: The Transylvanian Concubines are loosely connected and can typically be read in any order. With that said, I feel this story really benefits from reading Bark at the Moon first, [found here](https://redd.it/ohkll8). The events will still make sense without reading Bark at the Moon, but a lot of context is laid out there. Stay kinky, stay creepy.)

Gwen woke up in a small cage. It was too small to stand or move in, barely large enough for Gwen at all. She frantically looked around her. She was totally naked except for a leather collar with a small charm on it and a leash.

She appeared to be in some sort of dungeon. She was surrounded by torches and stone walls. Sitting in a throne in front of her was a regal looking man. He was dressed in the height of Continental fashion and was, Gwen had to confess, rather handsome. The man held three chain leashes, each connected to a collar around the neck of a girl kneeling before him. The girls looked up at him fawningly, three beautiful porcelain skinned beauties, two dark haired and a haughty looking blonde one. Seeing the blonde girl, memories came flooding back to Gwen. The Pale Lady… Read more »

Moaning at Midnight: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines (BDSM) (Mf) (Supernatural) (Humiliation)

Moaning at Midnight: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Alzbeta lay in her coffin, chained and waiting. She could barely move, and instead listened for the sound of footsteps. Soon someone would release her for the evening, to be an abject thing used for their pleasure. She heard heavy boot steps and hoped it might be her Master and husband, the Count. When the lid opened however, she was greeted by the sight of Ivan, his manservant.

Ivan was an old man, perpetually drunk and covered in grave dirt. Magdalena, Alzbeta’s oldest sister, spread rumors that Ivan enjoyed having sex with corpses, corpses that were not animated like the Count and his Brides but simply dead. It was probably true, or at least Alzbeta would not be surprised if it was. She greeted Ivan as she had been trained to. “Good evening sir. Is there any way I can use my body to pleasure you?” Read more »

My Sweet Satan: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines (BDSM) (Humiliation) (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 »