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.