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.