Chapter 2: A Doll’s Eyes

Meanwhile, at Sidexes…

“I do believe our beloved Queen has gone rogue,” Eduard Şarpe remarked to Loredana Turenau, formerly Loredana Pierocent.

Loredana lounged lazily upon a couch older than most nations of this world. She fidgeted with a remote control while she absentmindedly flipped between television channels playing on an excessively-sized monitor mounted to the stone wall on the east side of one of the castle’s minor feasting halls. The artfully-woven tapestries, opulent floor-spanning rugs, gold-encased mantles, and exquisitely-crafted antique furniture screamed fabulous wealth.

At the Dark Queen Mirela’s specific direction, Sidexes had undergone an unbelievable transformation during the last few decades. The imposing black gates and twisted, incomprehensibly architected spires remained of course, those features inextricable to the nature of Sidexes. But gone were those tired old torches in gothic braziers that lined the endless hallways. The same with the cracked mortar, the cobwebs, the rats, bats, and other vermin. Overhead fluorescent lighting (not ultraviolet of course) kept the halls of Sidexes lit during all hours of the day. A satellite dish and cell tower on the summit of a nearby mountaintop provided the remote castle with modern forms of communication to reach the outside world.

The Dark Lord spare us if that feed ever cuts out during one of Loredana’s soaps, Şarpe grumbled internally.

Under Mirela’s exacting guidance and control, Sidexes had been painstakingly remodeled to provide all the amenities afforded by a modern lifestyle. Electricity, running water, and more than two hundred channels of the most banal dross. Despite these many comforts, Şarpe missed the old Sidexes. He feared that his beloved dark abode no longer inspired terror in the pitiful mortals who sighted its black walls and spiked towers looming above the twisted forests that stretched up the mountain peaks of the Carpathians.

“This is hardly the first time my sister has gone abroad for an extended period,” Loredana said rationally as she sipped from her crystal wineglass and found some drivel on the television more to her liking. She laid back more comfortably upon a plush red goosefeather pillow lined with frilly white lace. The flame-haired vampire smirked when she caught Şarpe trying to peek between her thighs up into her flimsy night-robe. “Mirela is sometimes absent for months or even years while she pursues new game or interferes in some nation’s politics.”

If Loredana were still human, her lazy indolence and gross appetites would have her fatter than a pregnant sow by now, Şarpe thought bitterly.

Yet Loredana remained just as stunningly beautiful as when her surname was still Pierocent. She had been the first of the sisters turned by Şarpe and the rest of the Turenaus. Her whorish nature and extremely loose cunt made her an easy target for the handsome, intimidatingly well-endowed ghoul and Loredana’s perversities had only grown in strength and variety since her conversion to vampirism.

Loredana wore her golden-red hair long and let its fiery tresses drape over her bountiful chest. Her sunrise mane of hair and her globular breasts were always in contention to be the first of her assets to draw a roving man’s eye. Loredana’s ghostly pale features, untanned by a single ray of sunlight for centuries, emphasized the hundreds of freckles dotting her face, neck, and upper chest and made the black-cherry hue of her honey-bud lips unmissable. Her sheer, thin red robe accentuated every curve on her voluptuous body and when glimpsed beneath the right lighting the flimsy material showed every detail of her shapely, exquisite form transparently. In all Şarpe’s long years he had never known a being who could match Loredana in either sexual appeal or voracity.

Too bad for this small-brained ginger-headed slut that of the two sisters I prefer Mirela by far, Şarpe thought.

“This time it feels different,” Şarpe disagreed. “Something is very amiss.”

Eduard Şarpe was a young, healthy, and muscular man despite his age of four-hundred and seventy-seven years. His heart-stoppingly gorgeous face was topped with short, thick brown hair he always kept perfectly styled. Şarpe’s eyes looked as blue and brilliant as the afternoon sky he’d avoided for centuries and his plump, almost feminine lips were as red as his face was pale. A hint of darkness under-lied his beautiful features but women had always been fatally attracted to this sense of danger rather than repelled.

Though his tall frame was lithe, Şarpe’s abdomen, biceps, pectorals, thighs, calves, and buttocks were tightly muscled and powerful even without his unnatural vampiric strength aiding him. To Loredana’s eternal delight, once Şarpe’s prick achieved total arousal his election extended to a monstrous length with a girth as thick around as a summer sausage. In her long life, Loredana had found only a few men with the size capable of satisfying her insatiable sexual desires.

“Mirela has become more withdrawn these last few years,” Şarpe continued as he paced back and forth across the hall. “Her lovemaking more sporadic and less wild where once she matched and sometimes exceeded your own ferocity, Loredana.”

“Surely not,” Loredana challenged with a suggestive lift of her eyebrow as she knelt upward on the couch cushion and puffed her sizable chest out. Şarpe became momentarily distracted by the way Loredana’s robe parted to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of the deathly white, freckled flesh just above those wonderful orbs. “I slept with my sister countless times and she has never been my match. Mirela is too passive in her lovemaking, submissive even.”

“Perhaps with you she’s unable or unwilling to unleash her true nature but when forces like her and I combine…” Şarpe teased before trailing off meaningfully. “Let’s just say that when our reserved and dignified Queen Mirela finally lets herself go and allows the monster within to take control it is a sight to behold.”

Loredana growled and tore one of her fluffy pillows apart, the downy feathers exploding into the air before slowly floating down to blanket the couch and floor.

“I refuse to believe that prude could ever surpass me in perversity or depravity,” Loredana growled jealously as her pupils turned red with fury though the fierce, murderous cast to her severe expression was slightly undermined by the soft white feathers sticking out from the thick red nest of her hair. “None alive can.”

“Prove it then,” Şarpe dared as he unbuckled his belt.

Şarpe stood proudly arrogant before Loredana as he shoved his trousers and underclothing in a bunch down to his ankles. Şarpe released the largesse of his cock that only grew more and more expansively as his skillful mental acuity redirected his blood flow straight to his groin. The throbbing hard rod extended to over eleven inches in length and was so thick around and juicy-looking that Loredana’s mouth watered at the thought of sucking on it. The veins tracing up and down Şarpe’s blood-engorged penis pulsed with anticipation.

Loredana raced to kneel before the vampire lord and seize the base of his prick in both hands before swallowing its excessive length in a single open-mouthed gulp. She only gagged once before fitting the entirety of Şarpe’s thick, meaty snake down to her throat. Drool ran down Loredana’s chin as her dark-green eyes stared intently at her oldest and most trustworthy companion. Oh, and she liked Eduard well enough too she supposed. Haha. Loredana’s spread-apart lips curled around Şarpe’s enormous cock in a wide, amused grin at her own jest.

“Mmm, that’s better,” Şarpe sighed as Loredana’s wet, frothy mouth bobbed up and down his substantial length while her parted lips sucked on his uncircumcised foreskin and her extended tongue slid across the flat underside of his penis. “You talk too much, especially for someone with such spectacular oral talents. That mouth can be put to far better use than conversation.”

Şarpe gasped in pain when Loredana pricked his member with one of her fangs and slapped him on the thigh. She whipped his cock out of her mouth, her thick slobber already coating her face from nose to chin and stringing messily from Loredana’s red lips to the head of Şarpe’s prick with glimmering gossamer bands.

“What is she planning to do?” Loredana wondered aloud before returning to her task.

Loredana’s throat made gross, wet noises, her labored croaks echoing through the silent hall every time she choked on Şarpe’s forward thrusts into her mouth.

“Why, Loredana, my sweet,” Şarpe chuckled. “She intends to kill us all, of course.”

Loredana withdrew her mouth again and spat the thick, built-up excess of bile and drool back down onto the head of Şarpe’s cock. She stroked the lubrication up and down his hard shaft and barked a boisterous laugh.

“Ha, I’d like to see her try!” Loredana cackled. “This isn’t like the old days when we cowered with fear and stood frozen in awe of her power. We are too many and too strong for her to oppose now. We’ll pick Mirela’s bones clean once we’ve grown bored with raping and abusing her. I so look forward to literally eating her cunt.”

“We’ll see about that,” Şarpe said with surprising pessimism. “Now gag yourself with my cock so you can shut up and finish what you started. The only part of my cock still growing is its impatience.”

Loredana glared up at Şarpe with malice but nevertheless resumed the increasingly deep and sloppy fellations of his oversized cock. She reached around to grasp his tight buttocks hard enough that her fingernails dug into the supple flesh of his fit bottom. Loredana gripped and pulled on Şarpe sexy arse-cheeks, inviting him to fuck her throat as if her gullet were just another one of the countless bloodstained wenches who had smeared the sheets in his bedchamber. Şarpe held Loredana fast by a gathered tangle of her hair, brutally thrusting his entire length in and out of her mouth while her relaxed throat stretched open and constricted around his choking intrusion.

Şarpe realized he would spend a portion of his precious vitality when he ejaculated, leaving him weakened and unable to achieve his full strength and potential until he obtained a fresh food source. But Loredana was the most talented cocksucker Şarpe had ever known and he enjoyed the feel of her full lips and luscious wet tongue too much to care. Besides, he could always find more food.

Loredana’s unique talents derived not only from her naturally gifted instincts and centuries worth of experience but most of all from her unending enthusiasm for debasing herself in every way conceivable. Even before Şarpe corrupted and perverted the girl, she had been all too willing to commit any form of degradation in exchange for a sense of sexual fulfillment that remained ever out of her reach. Only once Loredana committed to her vampiric un-life was she finally able to achieve the sexual high she longed for, the relentless pursuit of which had now totally consumed her diseased mind with sexual insanity.

Şarpe discharged his seemingly endless bursts of bodily emissions into Loredana’s mouth and all over her face with barely a grunt to betray the true quality of pleasure delivered by Loredana’s puckered lips. Loredana spat and sprayed everywhere as she gargled the delicious cupfuls of blood and semen overflowing her mouth before loudly gulping the potent mixture down. Once Loredana wiped clean the pearly-pink remnants of ejaculate plastering her face, Şarpe took her by the hand and helped lift her to her feet. To Loredana’s disappointment, Şarpe had his trousers pulled up and had already tucked that magnificent male specimen of his safely away.

“My darling Lady Turenau,” Şarpe charmingly said using his most dashing smile. “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise!” Loredana squealed as she clapped her hands. “Oh Eduard, I love surprises!”

“This way, my dear,” Şarpe gestured as he directed his evil associate with a firm hand resting upon her lovely jiggling bottom. He clutched her perfectly plump buttock the entire way while he led her to the guest wing of Castle Sidexes.

When they reached the sitting room adjoining the rarely used block of guest rooms, Şarpe squeezed Loredana’s fat bottom hard enough that his fingernails dug into her flesh and then swept his hand out to indicate the tiny figure sitting on one of the couches. The child had a fluffy Minnie Mouse imprinted blanket wrapped snugly around herself while she watched cartoons on the television and cuddled with her favorite doll.

“My treat,” Şarpe declared happily. “All for you, darling. No need to share.”

“Oh, Eduard!” Loredana cried with delight. “You shouldn’t have! Are you certain you don’t want to dine with me?”

“She would hardly be more than a morsel to me,” Şarpe said with a chuckle. “You know the voracity of my appetite. Just as I understand all too well your peculiar inclinations.”

The truth was Şarpe sensed a conflict brewing and he hoped that by providing favors he would ensure Loredana remained his staunchest ally. It simply wouldn’t do at all for her to choose Mirela’s side if the Queen’s cause became Loredana’s most likely chance for survival. He and Loredana grinned knowingly at each other as they recalled the arrival of this girl with her parents the night before.

xxxxx

Last Night…

Oblivious to their own danger, the child and her parents were kidnapped from the black forest outside Sidexes. The stranded family was so grateful at being rescued that they never comprehended their own abduction. In a rather fortunate turn of events (or unfortunate depending on the perspective) their rental vehicle broke down a few miles outside Sidexes, just out of sight from the castle’s dark gates. The American family had spent the late summer and early fall driving across Europe and they became hopelessly lost in the Carpathians returning from a hike to one of the many nearby lakes. The steep, gravelly uphills of the mountain roads did a number on the car’s engine and it stalled not long after smoke began pouring out of its cylinders.

The broken-down car was spotted by one of the daytime security guards hired to patrol the grounds outside Sidexes while his unknown masters slumbered deep below the castle. These hired hands never actually stepped foot inside Sidexes but instead were paid to prevent tourists, hikers, and other wanderers from satisfying their curiosity by exploring the ancient castle. A dispatched driver soon found the mother and daughter sitting bored in the backseat while their husband and father lifted the hood of the vehicle and tinkered hopelessly with the engine.

The cellular service provider that operated the only antenna within fifty miles was in fact a front organization owned and maintained by Queen Mirela. The carrier allowed only private use of its cellular signal and network which meant in this wilderness the family had no means to call for help. The driver offered to give the family a lift to the castle where they could rest for awhile and call for help. The unsuspecting and far too trusting family quickly agreed.

While the child slumbered peacefully in one of the guest rooms upstairs her parents were held as prisoners in the basement dungeon that adjoined the ancient Turenau crypt. All their clothing had been stripped away before they were left chained to the dungeon walls by heavy manacles that reddened their wrists and ankles as they struggled against their imprisonment. The chains holding them in place were long enough to allow some mobility, though not enough that they could go anywhere or mount an escape. Ball-gags from Loredana’s wide collection of kinky toys were placed over their mouths to prevent the husband and wife from communicating. All they could do was stand and look at each other helplessly for hours while their legs and bladders slowly weakened until the door to their large cell finally opened in a burst of blinding yellow light that cut through the impenetrable darkness deep below Sidexes.

Pale as death and naked from head to toe, Şarpe and Loredana glided into the cell like a pair of vengeful, hungry ghosts. They had teased and worked each other up for hours in preparation so their diminished blood would be pumping hard for this encounter. Şarpe’s fully erect penis swung mightily from side to side as he strutted into the cell while Loredana’s fluids leaked down her cunny. The vampires immediately set about their ritual by lighting candles that had either been set atop or inside the jaws of authentic human skulls interspersed throughout the room. The crimson wax resembled dripping beads of blood as the candles melted and trickled down over the eye-holes and teeth of the grim and grinning candle-holders.

The wife moaned into her gag in terror at the sights before her and pissed herself with fright. A thick stream of yellow urine spilled down her legs before she could stop herself and after straining to hold her bladder continently for so long the sudden release and relief left her standing in a puddle of her own warm piss. The pungent tang of fresh urine combined with the scents of frankincense and formaldehyde in the air to create the perfect deathly atmosphere for the upcoming blood feast.

The longtime married couple were as basic as could be. Their names were John and Mary, for Christ’s sake. John worked for a brokerage firm with a salary lavish enough to afford weeks-long international vacations while Mary was a simple stay-at-home mom. They were high school sweethearts who married immediately after graduation but only after several years of fertility treatments, miscarriages, and heartbreak were they able finally able to have a daughter after they’d already passed their mid-thirties.

John used to be a Lance Corporal in the Marines and had seen action in two tours of duty before he rejoined civilian life. He still kept the crew cut and the beard after his honorable discharge and looked every part the ideal of a successful, masculine man who would always protect his family. John was prepared to endure any kind of torture provided his abusers left his wife and daughter alone.

The former marine stiffened when the sickly pale man in front of him caressed the prisoner’s naked, hairy thighs with his cold hands. The pale man grinned evilly as he stared down at Johnson’s flaccid crotch as if he were sizing him up. John’s eyes nearly bugged out when he noticed the immense size of the prick sticking out from between the other man’s legs. Its unreal length put John’s own cock that he had always considered reasonably well-endowed to shame. He had only seen dongs like this one in those porno’s he liked watching after Mary fell asleep.

John wondered what they would use first to break him and make him suffer. Bruises and broken bones? Thumbscrews? Knives and flaming-hot pokers?

John grunted with surprise when instead Şarpe knelt down before him and softly kissed his limp dick. Şarpe grinned and winked up at John as his wet smooches left sticky moisture lingering all over the chained man’s hairy shaft and testicles. Soon enough the vampire’s tongue was swirling around the bulbous tip of John’s cock and flicking at the discharge weeping from his pee-hole. The hapless husband willed himself not to respond to this humiliation but nevertheless he experienced a stirring in his loins as Şarpe placed his warm mouth over the head of his prick and began sucking on it. John tried twisting his body away but Şarpe’s mouth was insistent in its pursuit.

Şarpe typically wouldn’t indulge in his bisexual inclinations unless the man he wanted to fuck was as pretty as a woman. While this American man was not especially pretty, Şarpe sometimes got off more from observing the humiliation apparent on his victim’s face as they first showed discomfort and then finally acceptance of their unusual circumstances. Şarpe especially enjoyed that the one he was blowing was rather stereotypically masculine. Emasculating and feminizing a man who projected such a falsity of toughness and stoicism should be a delight.

John struggled against his manacles and looked down with stunned disbelief as another man’s mouth slowly but surely got his dick hard. He hadn’t realized until they were up close how handsome, even pretty this Şarpe was. His lips were so full and red they appeared lipsticked and beautiful while they wrapped tightly around the pink head of John’s stiffening cock and sucked him so good.

The only women John had ever had sex with were his wife Mary and a drunken one-night stand from a few years ago that he’d never told anyone about. Mary thought oral sex was disgusting and that one-off affair he had at a work conference had been too sloppy drunk to perform competently. This was quite literally the best blowjob John had ever received and it was at the mouth of another man. Against his will, John loosened the tension knotting his chiseled muscles and started to enjoy himself.

On the opposite end of the cell, Loredana knelt beneath the wife Mary and gently lapped at the sodden pink furrow between her spread-apart legs. First Loredana had used her tongue to clean up every lingering drop of urine, starting with Mary’s soiled toes and ankles before working her way up her legs and thighs and then shoving her mouth into the mature woman’s exposed, leaking cunny. No person had ever licked Mary there before and she gasped and cried as Loredana’s bendable tongue made contact with the achingly aroused nub of her clitoris.

The forty-three year-old wife and mother was a redhead like Loredana though her hair was cut very short and her face and body were not even in the same realm of attractiveness when compared with the vampiric sexpot kneeling in front of her. Mary was rather plain really, with large, unfashionable glasses, no real make-up to speak of and layers of unsightly paunch growing on her tummy, ass, and thighs. The scarlet-haired wife did have these nice, big tits though and her cunny juice tasted warm and delectable as it slowly dribbled out of her into Loredana’s open mouth.

The housewife’s muffled, languished moaning into her gag and the frenzied rattling of her chains were especially pleasing noises to the vampire’s ear as Loredana’s long, flexible tongue drew out her victim’s cries one after another. Loredana loved licking cunny nearly as much as sucking cock and so she put on an absolute show for her newest guest and convert. Loredana took her time with Mary, waiting and wanting for her to completely let herself go and revel in Loredana’s claiming of her strict heterosexuality. Loredana’s slow, methodical approach seemed to be working; Mary’s cunny tasted gooier and yummier every time Loredana lapped at her silken folds.

Şarpe was really going at poor John’s cock now, taking his respectably-endowed, fully-erect penis down his throat with such expertise that the vampire never gagged once even with the cock head spreading his gullet open wide. Şarpe didn’t even use his hands; his palms were folded behind his back in a dignified pose while his mouth bobbed up and down John’s entire length.

John hated how incredible it felt when Şarpe deep-throated him and made his own mouth a fuck hole for John’s reluctant use. The wondrous wet sensation of Şarpe’s warm mouth and tongue kept pushing lower and lower on John’s organ until his senses were totally encompassed by the ecstatic feeling. More than anything else, John hated the cloying grin Şarpe gave him every time his captive trembled and released a seething drip of precum into the fiend’s sucking vacuum of a mouth. Şarpe’s obscene sucking and slurping noises joined the dirge of John’s muffled moans and strangled cries.

In a desperate bid to regain some semblance of control, John thrust his pelvis back and forth to jam his cock down Şarpe’s throat. But the fiendish vampire endured this added intensity with startling ease, the only real effect aside from John’s unintentionally heightened pleasure being an increase in the volume of the wet noises emanating from Şarpe’s throat. John realized with horror that he had only surrendered in a different but entirely similar way and now he couldn’t stop fucking Şarpe’s mouth.

Şarpe readjusted his mouth around John’s penis so the pointed tips of his fangs glided along the sides of John’s hard, fleshy staff as the head of his cock inflated Şarpe’s cheek outward. Şarpe’s teeth opened the most minuscule of slices along the surface of John’s cock that nevertheless bled the engorged member profusely. Şarpe sucked the man off in earnest now that he had been served a tantalizing appetizer before his main course commenced. John thrashed and writhed helplessly against his chains as Şarpe pleasured him using his mouth, his hips never ceasing their forward and back movement throughout his fellatio. Şarpe stopped sucking long enough to withdraw and drag his tongue along the man’s firmly engorged shaft. He licked up every trace of dripping blood before plunging his mouth back down John’s bleeding prick.

The pain actually helped John contend with and accept what was being done to him. Pain he could understand. Whatever else was happening to his throbbing erect penis remained inscrutable to the former military man. His essence being drained away by another man’s mouth should have horrified John but once Şarpe began sucking his blood along with his cock all he could think about was how good it felt. John went from feeling disgusted and disturbed to wanting this – no needing this – more than anything, more even than his wife’s sweet caresses.

Mary screamed into her gag as Loredana’s sharpened teeth nipped at the soft pink flesh overhanging the tunnel into her cunny. Her cry morphed into a loud, muffled groan when Loredana suckled hard from her slit and slurped up all the fluids pouring out of her bleeding, overstimulated pussy. Loredana reached up to fondle the middle-aged woman’s saggy, overweight buttocks and tickled her hairy, sensitive arsehole while Loredana’s mouth drained the essence from Mary’s increasingly compliant body.

Mary had never experienced this level of sexual excitement before. Her husband was the only lover she’d ever taken and while his cock was a decent enough size he never used his gift creatively, preferring a quick missionary-style pounding in the dark during the rare times they copulated. But now the mouth and tongue of this stunningly gorgeous woman sitting below her was making her feel things Mary never thought could be possible.

The redheaded wife struggled against her chains and came twice while Loredana chewed and sucked on her cunny, each climax producing an excess of blood and ejaculate that gushed loudly into Loredana’s mouth. Loredana swallowed the potent, life-giving mixture with relish until the screaming woman’s discharge resumed its normal flow. The sheltered house-wive always thought female ejaculation was a myth made up by horny, inexperienced men but before her very eyes contrary evidence was being produced by the squirting of her embarrassingly sloppy cunny.

After working so hard to repress himself, John lost his silent battle. He grunted into his gag and shed tears from both agony and ecstasy as he released his pent-up load in bursts of thick, ropy sperm that spilled past Şarpe’s fangs into the vampire’s throat. While John panted and gasped for breath, Şarpe sucked dry all of John’s fluids in such a way that it felt like Şarpe’s mouth had stolen far more than just his seed.

Now that Şarpe proved victorious against John’s false veneer of masculinity, he decided to humiliate the man even further. Şarpe stood up, turned around, then bent over and rubbed his naked rear against the husband’s wet cock. John’s still-hardened prick dripped with remnants of salival, seminal, and sanguine fluids that smeared up and down the crack centering Şarpe’s taut, muscled behind.

Şarpe cackled evilly at John’s pathetic whimpers from behind as he hunched over and skillfully used his anus to tease the very tip of the man’s cock. Şarpe rarely indulged in penetration himself except when he allowed Mirela to mount him using her favorite toy. But sometimes he enjoyed breaking and humiliating so-called “tough guys” to dispel their false projection of strength and manhood by directly challenging their misplaced masculinity.

John jerked against his chains and groaned loudly as half his cock sank into Şarpe’s rectum. He withdrew in horror when he watched his penis being inserted inches deep into another man’s asshole. But John’s body reacted differently than his brain, as if the two had become independent lifeforms rather than inextricable. John thrust forward to try and submerge his dirty prick even deeper into the handsome man’s tight asshole only to fuck empty air as the despicable vampire pulled himself forward and walked away.

Şarpe and Loredana had engaged in utter depravity enough times together that only a furtive look between the two communicated a desire to switch partners. After reversing positions, just enough space existed between the cobblestone wall and where Mary stood with her chained arms outstretched for Şarpe to fill the gap in between. He grabbed Mary by her wide hips and pulled her back onto his prick as his fangs clamped down on her neck and opened a vein. After breaking her upon his manhood, Şarpe tore Mary’s gag away and allowed the woman’s tortured, rapturous moans to fill the small cell as he ravaged her.

The bite of the Vampyr heightened sexual arousal and stimulation to excessive levels, making their victim an accomplice in their own demise as they succumbed to the sick urges created by the undead kiss. Mary pushed her big, cushy bottom back against Şarpe’s crotch, padding his groin with hot, sweaty flesh and shaking her fat arse encouragingly so Şarpe would fuck her even harder while he made his meal of her. Şarpe held the waist of his victim with a tight grip as he thrust brutally inside her, impaling Mary with his massive size and tearing open new fissures of blood within her.

Before digging into the main course, Loredana liked teasing and playing with her food first. She removed John’s gag and leaned in to kiss him passionately while the pungent fluids of his wife’s body still coated Loredana’s moist lips and tongue. Loredana rejoiced when her affections were returned enthusiastically. John’s frantically wagging tongue practically pushed all the way down Loredana’s throat. His wild kisses tickled Loredana’s upper lip and made her giggle every time the mustache of his beard brushed against her skin. Loredana broke the kiss and stared into the helpless eyes of her victim as her lips curled into a devilish grin. She snarled with hunger and bared her razored teeth before tearing into John’s neck with a bestial fervor, sucking hard upon his life-force as it spilled from his throat in concert with his confused gasps of untold pleasure and abject terror.

Loredana was pleased to find that John’s prick was rock-hard and throbbing like mad when she reached down to squeeze his crotch. Frankly, she would have been insulted if his cock hadn’t felt firmer than stone. The tension in John’s erection went off like a spring as soon as Loredana wrapped her fingers around his shaft. The helpless male murmured sad apologies as his sticky seed spilled over Loredana’s hand and trickled down through her clenched fingers and palm. Loredana stopped milking blood from John’s neck long enough to assure him that his premature ejaculation was of no concern. She promised him that soon he would be cumming harder and more often than he ever had in a single night.

Loredana’s greedy dining substantially altered the flow of blood through John’s veins and ensured he stayed throbbingly erect even after ejaculating his second spend of the evening. Loredana licked blood from her lips as she turned and bent over to grab her ankles. She reared backward so the sodden pink hole of her cunny backed right onto his cock with the craven expertise of a wanton creature who had been fornicating for centuries. Most women would have to be professional gymnasts or contortionists to hold Loredana’s bent pose for so long. Loredana was no athlete, she was all made up of soft, shapely curves rather than muscle. Yet she handled the strain of her perfectly held pose without wavering a single instance.

John groaned from deep within his being as Loredana slowly slid her moist cunny backwards onto his raging hard cock. He watched transfixed as her clinging pink labia spread apart around his shaft. Loredana’s lips made a squishing noise as they moved down his length until John bottomed out inside her. The greatest ass John had ever seen plopped against his groin and kept pushing so the soft, warm flesh of Loredana’s freckled buttocks flattened and then molded over his trembling crotch and thighs. The inside of Loredana was hot, wet, and so very open and inviting, like no matter how large her violator might be she could never truly be filled.

Loredana gripped her ankles and angled herself forward, sliding her squelching, spraying cunny off John’s prick until only his head remained inserted. John stared down in disbelief at how wet and horny this redhead beauty had become, surely underestimating Loredana’s sexual insatiability with his gross ignorance. His withdrawn shaft glistened wet in the candlelight and dripped with Loredana’s thick juices which also trickled heavily from the bottom of the vampire’s cunny to stain the inside and back of her thighs.

If John had attempted intercourse with Loredana prior to her meal he would have been disgusted by how cold and dry the inside of her cunny felt, like the stale flesh of a recently deceased corpse. But with hot, fresh blood surging through her veins and pumping through her black heart the sexy redheaded vampire felt lubricated and very nearly human to the touch.

The next time Loredana pushed her plump, heart-shaped arse back so that her loose cunny latched all around John’s cock he stood on his tiptoes to thrust the full weight of his hips and pelvis forward to meet her. John groaned and gurgled through the blood flooding from his throat up into his mouth as his surging prick slipped once again into the sunken grave of Loredana’s vast, balmy depths. Though the bonds chaining his wrists and ankles restricted his movements, John remained mobile enough to gyrate forward and join in harmony with Loredana every time she backed her perfectly fat bottom into him. Their rhythm increased in speed and intensity until Loredana’s flabby arse made slapping noises against John’s thighs as he fucked her pussy raw.

At first, John reddened with guilt and shame at engaging in infidelity with a redheaded beauty who was not his wife. Sure, he had cheated on Mary once before but it’s not like she had been in the hotel room room watching him while he drunkenly shoved his half-limp dick into a nearly passed-out woman. She’d never even known about that little affair. But John’s reservations fell by the wayside once he looked across the dungeon and viewed his wife moaning louder than the fakest, most overly melodramatic porn star while Şarpe ravaged her from behind. The way Mary squealed and cried when the vampire mauled at her heavy breasts with his strong hands and used her pinching fingers to stretch her large, thumb-tip nipples as far as they could reach convinced John she wasn’t pretending. Mary pushed back hard against Şarpe so that his every thrust stretched her apart all the way up to her cervix while his blood-splattered mouth fed greedily from the open veins on her neck.

“Ohhhh fuck!” Mary swore uncharacteristically. The only other time she’d used that curse out loud was during childbirth when she almost delivered the infant from her canal sideways. “You fuck me so good, John! Fuck me harder! Faster, damn you!”

John’s eyes widened in shock at the beast that had been unleashed in his wife. He acquiesced to his wife’s demands and attempted to match Şarpe’s brutal movements as he fucked Loredana harder and faster so that John and his first male lover were in nearly perfect rhythm. Even from the opposite room, Şarpe’s peculiar spell still held its mystique over John.

“You’ve never been so good before, Mary,” John moaned as he lost himself. “So wet and loose, like a lousy slut.”

“Yessssss…” Mary hissed. “I’m just a dirty slut. I love when big, fat dicks stretch my pussy good and ruin it forever.”

Şarpe had already ejaculated his black, vile semen into Mary’s womb twice already but she only wanted more, more, more! With Mary’s stolen vitality rejuvenating Şarpe’s bloodstream he could certainly go at this all night long. Ironically enough, Şarpe’s powerful, aggressive hands, enormous prick, and sharp teeth made the basic housewife feel more alive than ever even as he slowly drank her lifeblood all away.

Mary smiled deliriously and laughed like a crazed fool as her reluctant transformation commenced. All it took was a kiss on her neck and a ten-inch prick up her slutty cunt to make her into a cock-hungry slut who came with violent, ass-shaking gyrations and a loud pouring of urine and female ejaculate that splashed across the dirty stone floor every time Şarpe filled her up whilst also biting down on her neck.

John rutted Loredana as hard and fast as possible in reaction to the depraved image of his wife getting fucked by another man and loving every minute of it. Meanwhile, Loredana gripped her ankles and rocked back against him in perfect response to his frenzied thrusting. John only possessed a seven-inch cock, a size easily handled by a woman of Loredana’s craven talents so that John lost himself inside her again and again. Loredana’s arse made wet smacking noises as buttocks smeared with cunny juice plopped into John every time he jack-hammered into her.

The most subtle vibrations in Loredana’s cunny alerted her to the all-too familiar stiffening and trembling of a male body nearing its climax but for now Loredana preferred that John expel his spend somewhere elsewhere than her cunny. John slipped from Loredana’s comforting abode and sobbed out loud at the awful cruelty of her denial as Loredana fell forward onto her hands and knees. Loredana’s thick, clear fluids dripped from her cunny to splat upon the hard surface below her. Her other lingering remnants trickled slowly down along John’s shaft while Loredana quickly repositioned herself.

Loredana sat on her knees before the chained man and stroked his cock using both her soft, firm hands. The former soldier whimpered pathetically right before his blood-engorged prick went off like a coiled spring and spurted forth several ropes of thick, sticky semen.

“Hahahaha, yes!” Loredana yelled exuberantly. “All over my fucking face! Paint me with your weakness, human!”

Loredana giggled with delight as John’s powerful initial burst of pearly-white ejaculate splattered her right on her nose and forehead. She continued to use her closed fists to tug hard on John’s pumping erection while pointing his spurting tip down toward her breasts and spraying her white globes with his male cream. Still twisted by Loredana’s feeding, John came harder than he ever had before and every time Loredana squeezed his prick hard and pulled on it he launched an additional thread of sperm in her direction until her entire face had been covered. Loredana didn’t take any seed in her mouth nor attempted to swallow any, preferring instead to enjoy the silky warmth masking her face and dripping down the valley in the center of her impressive cleavage.

Once John spent all of himself and Mary finished screaming and squirting through her third orgasm, the bloodthirsty vampires mercifully released the captured partners from their bondage. This was no altruistic act but rather an allowance for the dark creatures to better manipulate the bodies of their food. The married couple were no longer lucid or constituted enough to resist Loredana and Şarpe as they were led to the center of the dungeon like lambs to the slaughter.

Amused, grinning skulls observed the unfortunate pair through empty eyes in the dull gloom their candlelight illuminated as John and Mary were made to kneel before the other. Their knees and shoulders touched as their lips sought desperately for the other’s. Meanwhile, the vampires switched places again as they sat on their knees behind their chosen pair.

Şarpe took position behind John and dealt with him as he would any other woman, clamping his teeth down hard on the man’s bloody throat and draining him while Şarpe held the John by his bony hips with a firm, emasculating grip. The bulbous head of Şarpe’s impressive cock cleared a path through reluctant virgin flesh as Şarpe forced his way into an anus that had never before experienced sexual use. Şarpe’s active penetration didn’t stop its forward pursuit until his prick fit all the way inside the man’s rectum and split him wide open. Only then did he begin sliding his long, thick shaft in and out of John’s tight virgin orifice like he was trying to slowly saw open the poor man from the inside.

John slobbered and groaned against his wife’s mouth as if he were in the midst of the most excruciating pain but Şarpe knew the truth. The drawn tap of the vampire’s pointed fangs couldn’t miss the thrill of excited pleasure surging through John’s compromised veins. When Şarpe reached around to grab John’s prick the solid member had become so hard that it throbbed like a beating heart against Şarpe’s clenched fingers.

Şarpe rubbed his thumb across the head of John’s penis and flicked the raw pink slit of his meatus. John’s cock made a most satisfying pop as the merest touch stimulated an orgasm that resulted in Şarpe’s fingers sticking together with John’s thick cream melting between them. Şarpe gripped John’s penis hard and gave him a series of quick, brutal thrusts in retaliation for the mess he’d made but those reprisals only made John cum again even harder as his ejected seed runneth over the cold fingers and palm of Şarpe’s hand.

Şarpe ceased feeding from his helplessly twitching victim long enough to tauntingly declare, “Loredana, my sweet, look at how the male enjoys having large cocks fill up his arse,” before returning to his blood meal.

Şarpe pinched John’s nipple and ran his hands seductively up and down the kneeling man’s waist, chest, back, thighs, and bottom, doing everything possible to emasculate the buff ex-soldier while he reamed his arse apart. Şarpe appreciated that the husband kept himself nice and fit. It was so much more enjoyable feeling a sexy, muscled behind grinding back against Şarpe’s long prick as he used it to decimate the poor man’s arsehole.

“Look at this big, strong man,” Şarpe rasped as he licked John behind his ear. “Bent over and squealing like a sissy while I make him my anal plaything.”

John could do nothing but grunt in response to Şarpe’s ridicule as the vampire penetrated him so deeply that the head of Şarpe’s prick pressed the wall of John’s rectum into his prostate. Not only could John not move his arms or legs to resist, he didn’t even want to. Every time Şarpe thrust his entire length into the tightly clenched hole of John’s confused body, John spurted another rope of creamy ejaculate as if Şarpe were fucking the cum right out of him. Şarpe’s seductive bite reacted with John’s overstimulated glands and genitals causing fresh bursts of semen to release where an ordinary man should have been ejaculating dry by now. The unceasing ecstasy and overwhelming pain delivered John to a depraved sort of madness.

“Didn’t your elders ever warn you against playing with your food?” Loredana mocked before chomping her fangs down and dining upon the pulsating vein sticking up from Mary’s delectable neck.

Loredana wielded her favorite sex toy during the consumption of her delicious second course, a harness and strapon custom-fitted for her wide hips. The hard, red plastic dildo had been specifically designed and rendered to be a centimeter thicker around and a half an inch longer than Şarpe’s naturally-endowed phallus. Loredana loved having a one-up on Eduard and knowing that when she stuck this huge, thick object into a man or woman’s body it would be the largest phallus they ever had inside them. Her face and breasts still glistening in the dim light with John’s semen, Loredana fondled and played with Mary’s large, healthy breasts like they were her own personal toys while she sucked away Mary’s lifeblood and swiftly entered the woman from behind.

Loredana cherished Mary’s many pained squeals and wet gurgles as the wife’s strained exhalations vibrated against Loredana’s puncturing teeth. Both Loredana’s arms curled tightly around Mary’s front until she held Mary as familiarly close as any lover. Mary tasted so sweet that Loredana thought she might be falling in love with the housewife a little bit while she thrust brutally up into Mary’s abused cunny, driving the entire double-digit length of the strap-on in and out of Mary with all the pelvic strength Loredana could muster. Mary grunted with the effort of receiving Loredana’s oversized implement but the aphrodisiac effect of a vampire’s kiss planted upon her neck ensured that Mary would be sexually receptive to Loredana’s most painful violations.

Loredana enjoyed herself at first but quickly grew bored with how loose and well-used Mary’s cunny had become after Şarpe had his way with her so she elected to sodomize the woman instead. She spread Mary’s flabby arse-cheeks apart to expose the brown pucker of a wrinkled, mature anus surrounded by a ring of red fur so thick it appeared to never have been trimmed. Loredana pursed her full lips together and pressed her mouth against the reeking center of Mary’s backside until the repressed housewife twitched and moaned at the strange but not unwelcome sensation of a woman’s lips kissing her anus. Loredana held the kiss for over a minute as she passionately made out with the dirtied opening while Mary gasped and quivered at the almost romantic nature of Loredana’s oral gesture.

“You should know, Mary,” Loredana warned her guest as she smacked her filthy lips together. “I simply adore playing with other women’s arseholes.”

Loredana was a much more complementary and forgiving host than Şarpe. She ate Mary’s arsehole sloppily and made certain her entire backside became wet from Loredana’s saliva and the smeared blood transferred from Mary’s neck before even attempting penetration. Loredana sucked, slurped, licked, and spat on Mary’s anus before extending her tongue. Mary’s fingers and toes curled as Loredana fucked Mary’s stinking orifice with her tongue.

John stared with wonder at the exultant look on his wife’s face as she rubbed her fat bottom against Loredana’s overeager mouth and uttered obscene filth between her pathetic whimpers.

“Oh yes! I love when you lick my shitty bottom! Christ, I can feel your tongue moving inside my shit-hole. It’s so long and wriggly! Oh please don’t stop!”

Mary protested Loredana’s withdrawal but the vampire slut stopped only to wet three fingers in her mouth before shoving them up Mary’s sodden backside. Mary stiffened and cried out in pain as she experienced true anal penetration for the first time. At first Mary resisted the entry but once Loredana took a quick bite at her neck Mary’s anus gaped of its own accord and allowed Loredana to enter unopposed. Loredana worked her digital trio hard and deep as she explored Mary’s forbidden spaces, desiring to coax the woman’s increasingly pliable anus into being open and welcoming to far worse violations.

The pink interior showing inside the broken woman’s gape made a pretty target for Loredana as she positioned her strap-on. Loredana held Mary by the waist and reveled in the orchestra of yelps and shrieks generated by her slow, methodical entry. She forced her strap-on through Mary’s unyielding sphincter and rather gently pushed the large toy all the way inside Mary’s virgin anus. Loredana stretched Mary’s clenching arse wide apart as flesh and sinew struggled to accommodate the massive dildo. Loredana held the insane, gibbering woman tightly to her and kissed her face, neck, and shoulders so sweetly and innocently while she claimed ownership over the last untainted part of Mary’s body.

Loredana always received a powerful sexual thrill from convincing her victims to enjoy their violation and torment. Her mesmerizing vampire’s kiss ensured that Mary would love every second of her degradation regardless of how badly her body incurred damage. Mary possessed a thick shape with warm, plump thighs and buttocks that Loredana loved slapping whenever they weren’t pressed up close against her cold, undead body.

“I love you so very much, Mary,” Loredana whispered. “You are so sexy and beautiful. May I taste from you again?”

“Oh please!” Mary begged as she tilted her head to the side to lay bare the open wound in her neck. “Please do it to me again!”

Once the dildo had been fully seated within Mary’s artificially-expanded rectum and Loredana’s fangs were back firmly attached to Mary’s wounded throat, Loredana flicked and stroked the woman’s swollen, excited clitoris rapidly until Mary came screaming with twelve inches of thick, hard plastic stuck up her tightly clenched butt. Mary’s cries echoed through the dungeon as her cunny sprayed with impressive height and distance right into her husband’s face. Mary convulsed uncontrollably as aftershocks from her climax wracked her body.

Mary slid her stretched, gaped-open arsehole up and down the intrusive shaft while her piss and come continued to escape and spill down hers and Loredana’s legs until Mary’s fluids stained their lower bodies. The vampire watched with gleeful fascination as her ridiculous dildo was eaten alive and then spat back out repeatedly by Mary’s impressively limber anus. Other than using her hands to guide Mary by the hips, Loredana didn’t perform any of the work as Mary used the red toy to penetrate deep into her own ass. Soon enough though, Loredana started fucking Mary in earnest again and she drank more than her fill as Mary ceded every portion left of herself to her insidious captors. Her mind, body, and soul were no longer her own and Mary couldn’t be happier to relieve herself of such unnecessary aspects.

Şarpe and Loredana manipulated the actions of their chosen victims so the married couple played with each other’s bodies while their veins were slowly emptied. John and Mary moaned with the oblivious ecstasy of their approaching deaths while their living souls soared higher with pleasure purest. Şarpe aided the rapidly fading husband in cupping and squeeze his wife’s large breasts and then the perverted ghoul shoved John’s fingers into Mary’s cunny where he could detect the friction and pressure of the giant sex toy being thrust brutally hard into her arsehole.

Loredana took Mary’s hand in hers and helped her softly stroke John’s cock before jerking it up and down. The merest stimulation of a finger brushing against John’s penis or of Şarpe’s cock head pushing the wall of his rectum into his prostate produced more evacuations of semen that spilled messily over the tandem of female hands working his penis in a simultaneous grip.

Şarpe and Loredana pushed the married couple closer together until their arms were wrapped around each other and they were kissing like sloppy drunks. Despite the pairs of sharp teeth gnawing each of their necks to the bone, John and Mary had never felt so intensely aroused or so in love with each other. They kissed passionately while thrusting themselves back against the spears of flesh and rubber puncturing their bodies, cumming messily all over each other while they breathed and moaned into their mouths. John couldn’t stop squirting his pearly semen all over his wife’s slick body while Mary kept gushing out blood, urine, and womanly ejaculate in unending quantities. John lost control of his bladder at one point and his stiff erection geysered piss all over his demented wife who showered gleefully in the downpour. Mary held her mouth open and tried to catch the errant splatter caused by Şarpe’s brutal rectal thrusts altering the flow and direction of John’s arcing stream.

This depravity continued until John and Mary reached a moment of most sublime perfection where their bodies became more in tune than ever. All it took was the shared experience of being eaten and arse-fucked at the same time with all the pain and pleasure that entailed.

John expired not long after Şarpe finished emptying his corrupt seed within the abused vessel of his anus. Despite the tough exterior projected by the deceased veteran, Mary proved the more resilient of the two though perhaps Loredana simply preferred to prolong Mary’s suffering since her torment had been masked so sufficiently by the extreme nature of her pleasure. Loredana kept touching, kissing, and sucking Mary so sweetly until with one final gasping orgasm Mary’s spirit faded from her earthly form. Loredana withdrew the strap-on from Mary’s arse with a wet, gaseous noise and hurried to unharness the toy so she could place its length in her mouth and enjoy the unique flavors of a living body. Well, a recently living one anyway.

With fresh human blood running hot through their revitalized systems, Şarpe and Loredana hungered for more. Their rapacious appetites knew no bounds. The vampires stared at the naked perfection of each other’s sexy, blood-soaked bodies with burning intensity, their pupils still red from blood-lust. Loredana took Şarpe’s cock in her mouth without a single consideration for where his penis had recently been inserted. After her oral fixation had been momentarily sated, Loredana turned and placed herself on her hands and knees in front of Şarpe where she presented her wet and ready privates like a beast in heat. Loredana’s heavy chest heaved and panted for breath as she waved her sexy bottom back and forth encouraging Şarpe to take her any way he desired.

The candle-bearing skulls of Loredana, Mirela, and Şarpe’s past victims illuminated the dungeon, their smiling, flickering lights highlighting the splattered blood of Şarpe and Loredana’s most recent acquisitions which had doused their bodies. The vampires reached the climax of their unholy blood ritual as the frantic joining of their bodies made them almost feel alive again. Loredana laughed exuberantly as she took every inch of Şarpe’s reckless pounding with the ease of a hellish succubus. Şarpe groaned with admiration as his entire substantial length fit easily inside his evil partner’s cunny.

“My arse!” Loredana begged. “I want to be reminded how they felt as we bled their lives away!”

While Şarpe always enjoyed Loredana’s twisted little games he couldn’t help wishing it were Mirela here instead. Mirela was less depraved but more cruel to her victims and her modest nature made a beautiful contrast with the switch in personality any time she gleefully punished victims foolish enough to let themselves fall within the grasp of the Dark Queen. Making love with Mirela after a feeding always felt special, like it was something to be earned. Loredana’s decadence had become rote and predictable after so many dreary years spent together.

Once Şarpe finished discharging his blood and semen inside both Loredana’s orifices, she posed the deceased couple on the floor so they appeared to be sleeping in naked, loving bliss with their arms curled around each other. Loredana’s heart swelled for this lovely couple as she mentally captured this magical moment in time. They couldn’t possibly have achieved such perfection while living, only the peace of death could render such a loving embrace. John and Mary looked so sweet and beautiful this way, even with their own blood smeared all over their faces and necks and dripping out of their battered holes.

“Should we let the blondes have the rest of them?” Şarpe wondered as he lifted one of the nearby skulls sitting atop a pedestal.

Şarpe used the candle set inside the skull’s mouth to ignite a cigarette he kept concealed behind his ear and thick brown hair this entire time. The nicotine buzz did nothing to stimulate his senses but Şarpe rather enjoyed the physical act of smoking especially knowing tobacco missed out on its chance to kill him four-hundred years before.

“There’s nothing of them for leftovers besides some flesh and bone,” Loredana said as she indicated the bodies lying on the dungeon floor. “Hardly enough for a proper meal even if it were just one of us.”

“Nonsense, we need some way to keep fed Mirela’s Folly,” Şarpe rationalized as he exhaled a cloud of acrid fumes. “All nineteen of them. They’re starving, they’ll eat anything. Can you devise any better way to dispose of these bodies?”

xxxxx

Tonight…

Loredana’s distracted mind snapped back to the present when Şarpe rested his hand on her shoulder and gave it a familiar squeeze before leaving Loredana to her privacy. Loredana smiled as she entered a lounge area situated outside the suite of guest rooms and sat down beside a child who could not be more than seven or eight years of age.

The girl had a very cute appearance with striking red hair that she wore long unlike her mother Mary’s. She possessed hazel eyes and dimpled cheeks covered in freckles. The child held a baby doll shaped like a blonde infant with pigtails in her one hand while her other clutched hand what must be her favorite blankie around herself. The soft pink blanket had faces of Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck imprinted all across it. Sure enough, the girl stopped flipping stations on the TV once she found some bilge on the Disney Channel that caught her attention but looked up when Loredana sat down beside her.

“Hello there, young lady,” Loredana greeted the girl in English.

The girl looked up with huge, precocious brown eyes that only widened to an even larger diameter once she observed the most beautiful lady she’d ever seen looking down at her kindly. The smiling older woman had red hair almost like hers except for the slightly blonder shade to its color.

“May I please sit with you for a while?” Loredana asked politely. “I’m Loredana, by the way. But you can call me Lori.”

The girl nodded in assent and clutched her blanket and doll closer as Loredana scooted closer beside her on the couch.

“Are you a princess, Lori?” the girl asked seriously. “You’re so pretty!”

Loredana giggled with a girlish trill and told her, “You are the sweetest little thing. I do indeed descend from a very old and noble family but my lineage is nothing so grand as to deserve the title of princess. You are the one who looks like she belongs to royalty, my darling. What is your name?”

“I’m Tessa,” the girl answered haltingly before her cheeks blushed a deep red and she visibly wilted. “Oh. I’m sorry. My parents told me to never talk with strangers.”

“Very wise of you, Princess Tessa,” Loredana said with a wink and a conspiratorial smile that made Tessa giggle. “But how can we be strangers after rescuing you and your family from the mountain forest? There are monsters in these woods, you know.”

Tessa listened with riveted attention to Lori speaking beside her. She had become entranced both by the adult woman’s words and by her stunning beauty which was so unlike that of any grownup Tessa had ever met. Tessa also liked that Lori didn’t talk down to her or treat her like a kid.

“Did you know that all your favorite fairy tales, all the great stories of adventure originated in places just like the forested valley below our mountains? Goblins, trolls and ogres, dark, scary woods and shining castles, beautiful princesses and brave, handsome knights, fairies, elves, dwarves, witches and all the rest. All based on legends that took place right around here. Can you believe that! But it’s all true. Would you like to become part of a great story too, Princess Tessa?”

Tessa shook herself free of the glamour entangling her senses and giggled nervously before asking, “Lori, do you know where my Mommy and Daddy are? I haven’t seen them since we got here last night. I don’t think they’d be very happy that I’ve been watching TV and eating ice cream all day long.”

“Your parents are here,” Loredana assured the girl. “But right now they are busy doing adult things that you probably wouldn’t understand. I’m afraid they’ve forgotten you momentarily. But don’t worry, I promise you will join them soon enough.”

Tessa nodded and struggled to tear her gaze away from Loredana so she could resume watching her cartoons. She couldn’t seem to think at all while peering into Loredana’s brilliant emerald-green eyes.

“May I watch with you for a bit?” Loredana requested.

“Oh would you, Lori?” Tessa jumped up and said exuberantly before shrinking back into herself. “I don’t want to be alone. This castle is kind of scary.”

“It is kind of old and scary, isn’t it?” Loredana said. “I’ve never cared much for it myself but I’ve lived here almost my entire existence so it will always feel like home no matter how dark and dreary it is.”

Loredana sat and watched a few episodes of some silly nonsense with Tessa. She could be patient where necessity demanded it. Over time, Tessa grew sleepier and she gravitated nearer and nearer to Loredana before eventually resting her head in the predator’s lap while Loredana stroked her auburn tresses and hummed a lullaby to her. Tessa clutched her baby doll to herself protectively.

“What’s your doll’s name?” Loredana inquired.

“Miss Daisy,” Tessa answered after emitting a loud, jaw-gaping yawn. “She’s my best friend.”

“A worthy companion indeed,” Loredana said with amusement. “You know, I still have an entire room full of my old toys leftover from when I was a girl. Would you like to see? You’re such a sweet child, I’ll let you keep anything you like from my old toybox. Your choice.”

Tessa looked up at Loredana with naive, childlike suspicion and said incredulously, “Really? You’d just let me keep anything I wanted?”

“Of course!” Loredana answered with an indignant huff as if doubting her was a grave offense. “We rarely have visitors here and they are certainly not beautiful young girls like you. You must have a gift that you can always remember me by. Here, up now. I’ll show you the way.”

Tessa bounced to her feet, her supply of energy recharged by the promise of free toys. Loredana took Tessa by her little hand and led her from the guest suite through the stark black hallways of the castle to Loredana’s private chambers. It was only after Tessa exited the door to the sitting room that she realized she’d left Miss Daisy behind. Oh well, at least she still had her favorite blankie clutched to her side while she walked hand-in-hand with this pretty lady who’d been so kind to her. Maybe Tessa could find in Lori’s treasure trove a doll that used to belong to her beautiful benefactor for Tessa to keep as her very own. A prettier doll. A better doll.

Moments later, a high-pitched, childish shriek echoed loudly down the winding, cavernous hallways of the castle. The insane evil of Sidexes added yet another to the long list of victims to the fell place’s sordid history. The blonde pig-tailed doll named Miss Daisy by its owner had been left splayed over the couch at the spot where its child abandoned her. The doll smiled and stared with empty eyes up at the ceiling of a building so terrible that its darkness and evil had seeped into the very stones of the structure, tainting everything enclosed by them.

The doll’s black eyes looked without sight or thought behind those pupils, totally unfeeling in its inanimacy. It showed no care or sympathy for the unfortunate fate of an owner who had loved this object so very much. The doll stared, dead to this world.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO