Chapter V: The Culling

As she wandered through darkened, twisting hallways, Bianca focused all her thoughts upon her mission to keep herself from thinking of Mirela. Their relationship was complicated, to say the least. They were closer than siblings could be until their teenage years, first as best friends and then as lovers. But when things went too far the night of the storm they grew distant. Bianca didn’t think Mirela ever realized how deeply she had wounded Bianca when she withheld the affections she once gave to Bianca so freely. Perhaps Bianca had just been a silly, childish fool. Mirela likely considered their kisses and cuddles to be no more than an innocent game, but to Bianca they had meant far more. Bianca had always been a willful and stubborn child, but when Mirela spurned her Bianca began acting out and disobeying her parents in more extreme ways. Papa’s solution for tempering Bianca’s rebellious nature was to marry her off even though Mirela should have been first in line.

For a time Bianca was able to let go of her feelings for Mirela, though they were never completely forgotten. Against all her reservations and expectations, Bianca fell in love with her husband despite the arranged marriage. Her man was sensitive and kind when he needed to be but also strong and impetuous just like Bianca. He was ferocious and insatiable between the sheets and their lovemaking had always been fantastic. She hadn’t even cared that he messed around with the servant girls. Bianca even joined him a few times, making the girls lick and finger her while her husband fucked them.

On the rare occasions that Bianca took another man to her bed she made sure her husband was always present and went out of her way to choose men that her husband would like too. Her spouse might have been even better at sucking cock than she was. Bianca did start to wonder about her husband when it seemed like he enjoyed having his cock up another man’s arse even more than when Bianca allowed him to shove his thing in her dirty hole. But he always put Bianca first above all others so she had no reason to worry.

Bianca wondered what Mirela would have thought of her is she’d known Bianca had engaged in sodomy. Bianca quite enjoyed her first time making love to her husband their wedding night, but was shocked when after they both came he stuck his fingers in her cunny and slicked his digits with a mixture of their combined ejaculate before spreading the lubrication over Bianca’s anus and then rubbing the mixture up and down his shaft. Bianca would have thanked him for the courtesy if she’d known what was coming next. She didn’t even know the physical act existed until her newlywed husband spread her buttocks apart and slowly slid his prick into her tight bottom. Tears streamed down Bianca’s cheeks and she clenched her fists with the bedsheets from the pain as her husband pierced her anus with his long, skinny prick. Though it hurt, Bianca had never shied away from pain and sought to please her man. She gritted her teeth and pushed back against his entry, drawing him deeper inside. Bianca would never forget looking back at her husband’s wide eyes as he realized Bianca was encouraging him to stick his cock deeper inside her arsehole. She rocked back and forth against his penetration until he finished again, this time inside her bum.

After that first painful experience, Bianca came to like anal sex and even requested it whenever she felt particularly naughty. She actually enjoyed the pain and the sense of fullness she felt when her husband’s cock was inserted so far inside her arse that she felt his balls brushing against her thighs. Bianca wasn’t sure if Mirela would be disgusted or intrigued to know this about her. On one hand, according to Christian teaching it was most certainly an awful sin she had committed but Bianca was at least performing the act with her partner in marriage. Bianca wondered if Mirela would ever consider touching her in the dirty spot that her husband had enjoyed fingering so much. Best wait to see how our relationship develops and if we even survive the night before I bring any of that up, Bianca thought as she turned another corner.

Thinking about her deceased husband and Mirela, Bianca recalled one particular maid in her husband’s household who Bianca took a special liking to. She was a young, pretty brunette who could have nearly passed for Mirela if viewed from afar. The girl proved amenable to Bianca’s advances, not that she had a choice if she wanted to retain her employment. She was the one servant that Bianca wouldn’t allow her husband to touch. She’d let him watch while her and the maid did all the things together that Bianca wished she could have done with Mirela, but she wouldn’t allow this fantasy of her sister realized in another to be sullied by the touch of a man. The maid assumed she would be doing all the serving but was surprised to find that Bianca was just as intent on the maid’s pleasure as she was on her own. It certainly gave Bianca’s husband a thrill to see a noble lady on her knees debasing herself with a common girl. As much as she enjoyed making love to the girl whilst in the throes of passion, afterwards when Bianca was alone she always felt hollow and would weep as she realized being with the maid who reminded her of Mirela could never match the real thing.

Bianca lost nearly everything when her husband died. She had never produced an heir so her father-in-law saw no need to support her after his son’s death. Bianca had to leave her rich home, her servants, and all the new friends she had made behind for good. Instead of mourning, Bianca sought vengeance on her husband’s killers and once she had obtained her revenge Bianca decided to return home to Pierocent Manor for the first time in years.

Bianca wasn’t sure what to expect from Mirela upon her homecoming. They hadn’t seen each other since Bianca’s wedding day and they had both changed so much since then. Mirela had taken over the family household and businesses since Papa’s accident and had proven herself worthy of the Pierocent seat despite her gender. She held power and responsibilities. Bianca was a twenty-one year old widow who never developed any skills aside from riding a horse fast and swinging a sword hard enough to sever a man’s neck. They couldn’t have been any more different. At first they had ignored each other, treating each other almost as strangers. Gradually, over the course of the next year the sisters began to warm to each other again though their relationship was nothing like the way it used to be. Mirela purposely kept herself guarded in Bianca’s presence and always made a point to only interact with Bianca when they were in company so they could never be alone together.

Bianca knew in her heart what Mirela tried to deny. The love they shared was something special, something far more powerful than simply the love between two siblings. There was certainly nothing sisterly about the way Bianca obsessed over Mirela’s beauty. Mirela complained how the attractiveness of her younger siblings made her look plainer but Bianca always thought Mirela was by far the prettiest of the four. Bianca couldn’t help herself from staring at Mirela’s lovely face and body whenever she wasn’t looking. Mirela had the cutest little bottom and long, shapely legs that were to die for. Living in the same house as Mirela now that her and Bianca were both in the prime of their lives in terms of attractiveness and sexual need was torturous. One day, it finally became too much for Bianca to bear and Bianca stalked Mirela throughout her day’s work of administering the household until she had an opportunity to confront Mirela alone.

Bianca opened her heart to Mirela and told her how badly Bianca missed the way they used to be. It felt not only like Bianca had lost her sister, but her best friend and partner as well. The last time Bianca had cried tears of sorrow was on her wedding day when all Bianca could think about while standing at the altar was how pretty Mirela looked in her dress that day. But now tears streamed from her eyes uncharacteristically.

Seeing her normally strong and stoic sister weeping prompted Mirela to pull Bianca into an embrace and kiss her upon the cheek to halt the flow of her tears. Mirela told Bianca that she had been absolutely devastated when Bianca was married. Mirela regretted the accident that had befallen their father, but it might have been the best thing to happen to Mirela since assuming the Pierocent seat in all but name gave her something to preoccupy herself with. If that hadn’t happened Mirela would have spent all her time mourning over Bianca and may not have been able to overcome her sorrow. Mirela’s new position as head of the household fulfilled her in a way romantic relationships with men never had.

Mirela told Bianca that she had been afraid of how powerful were the feelings she held for Bianca. Feelings that had never fully disappeared, but lied dormant until Bianca returned to tempt Mirela again. Why do you think I’ve gone out of my way to avoid you, Mirela had asked. It’s not because I can’t stand to be around you, but because being close to you and not having you is agonizing.

Bianca’s lovely face brightened at this comment. Mirela told Bianca she didn’t know if they could ever be the same as when they were scared naive teenagers. But Mirela promised she wouldn’t let herself be scared by the way Bianca made her feel any more. Mirela wrapped her arms around Bianca to pull her into an even tighter embrace that seemed to last forever. Time stood still and Bianca wondered if this might be the best hug she would ever receive. Bianca wanted so badly to kiss Mirela on the lips but knew that would be too much too fast. Just this little bit was a perfect start.

Bianca departed from that encounter feeling better than she had in years, not since her husband was still alive. She was practically giddy for what the future might hold now that Mirela had admitted her feelings for Bianca. True, they could never be open about it but Bianca would take however much of Mirela she could get. But that very night was when their parents were murdered and the troubled times began. They spent the next months so focused on survival that Bianca never had a chance to explore her feelings for Mirela any further.

Every time Bianca hinted at their previous conversation Mirela clammed up and refused to speak of it again. Bianca suspected that Mirela felt guilty and maybe blamed herself for their woes. Bad things seemed to happen whenever Bianca and Mirela got too close. They grew more and more short with each other as their desperation and stresses increased. Their sniping and subtle insults that had grown more frequent in the last couple months finally came to a head on the carriage ride to the castle. Bianca loved her sister more than anything, but Mirela sometimes frustrated the hell out of her and she knew Mirela thought of her the same.

Bianca followed the scant illumination of lit candles adorning the walls of the castle. The miniature torches were distanced roughly ten paces apart and provided just enough light for Bianca to traverse the hallways bathed in darkness. Bianca wished she could focus on finding Loredana but she couldn’t stop thinking of Mirela. God, her lips had felt fantastic! Even better, Bianca was finally able to again grab that cute bottom that she had been drooling over for years. Bianca couldn’t kid herself, she knew the real reason why she had volunteered to go after Loredana. She wanted to be Mirela’s hero. Bianca wanted to impress Mirela, to rescue her, to be her protector. Maybe then Mirela would finally realize how deeply Bianca cared for her.

But first things first, Bianca had to either find Loredana or else what happened to her. She had no idea where to start. Through a slit in the castle wall, Bianca saw the full moon shining bright. The lunar object looked like a giant this far up the mountain. Due to the moon’s position, Bianca figured it must be an hour or two on the wrong side of middle night by now. Far past the hour when Loredana should have returned. Bianca shivered as she heard howling from the forest outside the castle. Something tonight hungered. Bianca started her incursion by following the initial route Şarpe had taken them on during their first tour of Sidexes. As she neared the entrance, Bianca sighted something that stopped her in her tracks.

The crypt entrance that had previously been locked tightly shut hung wide open. The double doors leading downward had been swung open and the maw of the crypt that led downward gaped open like the hungry mouth of some shadowed beast. A chill came over Bianca’s body and goosepimples dotted her arms and thighs as she stared into the impenetrable darkness below. What sort of devilry would she find down there? As soon as she saw the open crypt, Bianca knew she would enter it. She was brave and curious and foolhardy that way.

A stale stench that smelled like death and dry rot wafted from the crypt entrance and made Bianca cover her nose with a handkerchief. She could have sworn she heard whispering coming from below but it had to just be her mind playing tricks on her. There was not even a light shining down there. The darkness was so thick you would be enveloped in it. Bianca allowed fear to overwhelm her for only a few seconds before she banished all worry to the back of her mind. Bianca took ahold of one of the candlesticks mounted on a nearby wall and using it to light her way as she took the first step. She took her handkerchief from her face and tried instead to acclimate herself to the odor of the crypt rather than avoid it futilely. Bianca stepped lightly as she descended into the darkness of the deep.

Şarpe had lied about the crypt. The stairs downward were perfectly intact, pristine even. Bianca felt even more sure that she would find answers and resolutions down here knowing that Şarpe lied to keep them from exploring this place. Bianca continued down the steps, wondering how deep below the castle this crypt was. It must have been carved right into the heart of the mountain. She counted her steps and had reached eighty-four before stumbling. Bianca cursed softly as her feet abruptly reached the bottom of the staircase and she nearly toppled over. Bianca waved the candle back and forth, using the precious light to illuminate her environment. Niches carved in the walls of this entryway contained skeletons and other slightly more intact corpses. Bianca was disgusted to find that the dead bodies were in various stages of decay. Some appeared to be ancient and no more than bones. Others were almost recent, with flesh still rotting around the bones and putrescence leaking from holes in the skin of the corpses. The pungent smell made Bianca gag and wish to cover her nose once again. She quickly walked through a narrow hallway at the end of the entry room into the main chamber where the air was less rank but smelled drier and dustier.

Bianca entered a large oval-shaped stone room with several coffins adorning the floor. Unlit candles were attached to the walls with golden holders. Bianca walked the perimeter of the room, lighting each torch until the room was lit well enough that she could put her own candle out. Bianca looked around as she investigated the room and found urns and other pieces of pottery strewn about that her feet kept knocking over accidentally. These likely containing the ashes of family members who did not wish to be entombed. The final resting places of the deceased Turenaus were in variable condition. Some of the coffins were old, perhaps even ancient. The oldest coffins were made of flimsy wood rather than stone and might have belonged to the original Hungarian inhabitants of this castle who named themselves Sidexes. A few of the coffins were newer, with one even looking brand new. There were no markings to indicate who was interred within these tombs.

Bianca became distracted by a mural she found painted on the wall nearest to the largest and most ornate coffin. Bianca pulled cobwebs away from the mural and smudged the dust away with the sleeve of her dress until she was able to decipher the pictures. The paintings depicted a knight in golden armor who fought sometimes alone, sometimes with others against hordes of enemies with Oriental features. A later picture showed that same knight kneeling before a devilish creature with curled horns, long fangs that stretched past its chin and claws that were even longer. The next painting showed a woman with brown hair turning her face away from that same knight whose armor had changed colors from golden to black. The next picture in the sequence showed the knight standing on a battlefield surrounded by a dark aura. The slain bodies of his defeated enemies were piled around him. The knight had two other men standing with him who Bianca assumed by their similar armor and features were supposed to be his brothers. The final picture showed the knight lying down in a coffin with his hands around a sword that laid across his chest. The coffin and the man looked very familiar. In fact…

Bianca felt a chill come over her as she looked back at the nearest coffin. It couldn’t be. No… That would be preposterous. The old Count Turenau had died centuries before. But something definitely did not seem right about the tomb. A sense of unease came over Bianca the longer she looked at it. The tomb seemed to be radiating evilness, impossible to see with the eye but easy to sense. Bianca’s heart pounded in her chest as she stepped slowly over to the tomb that supposedly held the remains of the original Count Turenau. Bianca’s throat felt dry and her bowels seemed like ice as she steeled herself to glimpse whatever was within the coffin. Bianca stood next to the tomb and pressed her hands down upon the cold stone, preparing herself to slide the thin slab of the lid open to peer inside.

Just she was about to push open the lid, Bianca heard a weak voice calling, “Is somebody there? Please help me.”

Bianca whirled around and sought the direction the voice had originated from. There were a few smaller rooms off to the far right side of the crypt that had bars upon them. Bianca hadn’t sensed anyone inside them during her initial inspection but felt foolish now for not looking more closely. This crypt must have doubled as a cellblock for prisoners at one time. Bianca couldn’t imagine that it was very pleasant to spend your time as a prisoner with the dead.

Bianca approached a cell where a man’s hands grasped the bars tightly. The man was dirty and disheveled, his formerly fine clothes now little more than rags. He kept blinking his eyes as if he were unused to the light. It appeared he hadn’t shaved or cut his hair for months and a scraggly beard and greasy long hair obscured his features. The man’s face was deathly pale and his arms shook visibly as he gripped the bars of his cell. He looked like a man barely clinging to life.

When Bianca came into his view the man appeared visibly shaken. “Lady Pierocent?” the strange man asked. “Bianca? What are you doing here in this wretched place?”

“Who are you?” Bianca asked carefully. “Name yourself.”

“You don’t recognize me?” the man wondered before feeling at his long beard and malnourished skin. “Free me and I will tell you everything.” He nodded toward the wall behind Bianca. “The keys are hanging there behind you. Just out of reach, but close enough to torture me with a view of freedom.”

Bianca grabbed the keyring dangling from a hook inserted into the cracks between the stones comprising the wall next to the jail cells. She held the key near the lock but hesitated before continuing. “Please!” the man begged desperately.

Bianca hunched down so she could reach under and then back up the inside of her dress to retrieve the dagger pocketed secretly within. Amusement showed on the man’s face as he watched Bianca twirl the dagger between her fingers so her grasp moved from the blade to the hilt. Bianca brandished the dagger outward with one hand while she used the other hand to press the key into the lock and turn it until it clicked. The man sighed audibly as Bianca opened the door to the cell.

Bianca pointed the tip of the dagger at the man’s throat and growled, “Before I let you go free, tell me who the devil you are and how it is that you know my name?”

The man held up his hands placatingly and said, “I assure you that knife won’t be necessary. I would never harm you, Bianca. Believe me when I tell you we don’t have time for this and you need to let me go this minute. We are both in mortal peril.”

Bianca pressed the sharp point of the knife against the man’s throat, a half centimeter shy of slicing his neck open. “First, I need answers,” Bianca demanded. “Your name.”

“You truly don’t recognize me?” the man said as he ran his hands through his scraggly hair. “Am I looking that poorly? It’s me, Bac. Master Disperat.”

Bianca’s eyes opened wide as she took in the man’s features with new appreciation. Bac was never a handsome man but he always kept himself well groomed with short cropped hair, a faint moustache, a thin beard, and always impeccably dressed in stylish attire of the latest fashions. No wonder she hadn’t recognized this man dressed in little more than rags and looking like a dervish. He must have lost nearly fifty pounds since she saw him last. His arms were little more than skin and bone and Bianca wondered how many days it had been since he last ate. Bianca removed the knife from Bac’s throat to his grateful expression. He started to say something but before he could speak Bianca grabbed him by his neck and slammed him against the stone wall of the cell.

“Bianca, what are you-?” Bac managed to choke before he was interrupted .

“You bastard!” Bianca screamed. “Why did you do it?”

“Please!” Bac begged as he raised his hands defensively. “I had no choice!”

“Like hell you didn’t,” Bianca snarled. “Why am I not surprised to find you involved in the evil at this castle? After the horrible way you murdered my parents I should skin you alive and roast your flayed hide.”

Shock formed on Bac’s face. “Lord and Lady Pierocent? Are dead?”

“You…? You didn’t know?” Bianca asked hesitantly.

Bac shook his head. “I just stole their money,” said Bac apologetically. “I had your father sign it all away when he was having one of his fits. I’m so very, very sorry! I swear I didn’t want to do it. They threatened to kill my entire family!”

“I actually believe you,” Bianca said as she relinquished her hold upon Bac’s neck reluctantly. “Who threatened you?”

“It was Şarpe,” hissed Bac. “And Turenau, though I didn’t have the misfortune of making his acquaintance until later. The Viscount came to me in the night, torturing my wife and children until I did as he wanted. He made my wife his sexual plaything, forcing her to perform vile acts for him while I watched helplessly. My children were made his slaves, serving him on hand and foot and forced to lick the heels of his boots. He made my sons fight and nearly beat each other to death for his own amusement. As bad as all that was, Şarpe promised to do worse if I didn’t help him.”

“What do they want, Bac?” questioned Bianca. “Why are they tormenting us this way?”

“I don’t know,” Bac admitted wearily. “The Count is obsessed with your family for some reason. They haven’t told me anything except for what I needed to know.”

“Well don’t worry about it now, we’re getting the hell out of here,” Bianca said as she grabbed Bac’s arm and pulled on it. “Just let me find my sister and we’ll make our escape.”

Now it was Bac’s turn to grab Bianca forcefully. He took her by the shoulders and asked, “Your sister is here too? Lady Mirela?”

“Yes,” Bianca replied, trying to ignore Bac’s sharp odor as he leaned in close to her. “They are all here. Except for Loredana. I was looking for her when I discovered your prison. She went missing last night.”

Bac held his head in his hands and groaned. “Why did you bring them here?” he lamented. “You’ve doomed them all!”

“We had little choice after your actions left us destitute,” Bianca said accusingly.

“We have to leave now!” Bac practically screamed. “Before it’s too late for us and we end up dead or like Loredana!”

“What are you talking about?” Bianca demanded. “Do you know what’s happened to Loredana?”

Bac gripped Bianca’s shoulders so tightly that it hurt as he shook her. If he didn’t cease agitating her soon Bianca was going to strike him across the cheek.

“Don’t you realize what the Turenaus are?” Bac asked with a deranged look in his eye. “They are Vampyr! Undead ghouls who prey on the living and use their victim’s warm blood for their nourishment.”

Bianca looked at Bac skeptically. He has gone stark raving mad during his imprisonment, Bianca thought. She sighed and said, “I think you’ve been in that cell for too long, Bac.”

“You don’t believe me?” Bac bellowed, saliva foaming at his mouth. “Gaze upon this!” Bac tugged at his collar until his throat was bared. Old and half-healed scars covered his neck so that the skin appeared mottled. “They drain just enough to keep me weak and unable to resist them!”

Bianca was still in denial over what her eyes saw. Bac was undoubtedly insane, it was quite possible he caused the damage to his neck himself. Bianca said, “I believe the Turenaus are fiends and devil-worshippers, Bac. But monsters they are not.”

“Such kind words,” an amused voice said from outside the cell.

Bac screamed shrilly and huddled against the corner of the cell while Bianca held her dagger outward. Count Turenau stood outside the cell with a thin smile spread across his face. The Count seemed to glide (walk seemed an ill-fitting descriptor for the grace of his motion) inside the cell. He was clothed in the same black robes he wore the night before only now the lack of light and enclosed space of the crypt seemed to provide him an even darker and more imposing presence. Bianca thought him a weak old man when she met him the night before, now he seemed a powerful figure just past the prime of his life. His being filled the entirety of the small room, choking the air and space away.

“You must flee!” Bac hissed at Bianca. “Don’t let him take you or you will be truly lost.”

Bianca trembled and the dagger shook in her hand as she pointed it at the approaching form of Turenau. He had appeared frail and near death the night they dined together but he now moved with the vitality and power of a much younger man. Bianca kept her dagger trained on Turenau as he approached Bac.

“Disperat, my dear boy,” the Count said with amusement. “Are you uncomfortable with your present accommodations?”

“Keep away from me, you foul creature!” Bac screamed.

“Why are you behaving so rudely?” the Count asked. “Do you wish to leave? You know how sorely I will miss our conversations together. All the meals we enjoyed in each other’s company…”

“Take me!” Bac begged of the Count. “Just leave the women alone!”

“I’m afraid you have outlived your usefulness,” said Turenau. “Especially now that we have welcomed fresh blood to our household.”

Quicker than a viper striking, Turenau lunged at Bac and wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. Bianca gasped as the Count’s hands twisted and she heard the sound of a sickening crunch made by Bac’s spine being severed at the neck. Bianca screamed in fright as she saw the bone of Bac’s vertebra poking out of his back right between his shoulder blades. A spray of blood coated the Count’s face, but aside from licking his lips he paid it no mind. The position of Bac’s head had been completely reversed. Though his back faced Bianca, he stared at her blankly with dead eyes as his body fell to the floor.

As Turenau slowly moved closer to Bianca, she held up her dagger which now seemed small and entirely ill-suited for this type of encounter. “Keep away from me!” she screamed.

Turenau held out his hand to her and said, “Bianca, you have nothing to fear from me. We are family, are we not? You are one of the chosen who will have an honored seat at my table if you but join us willingly.”

“I’d rather die!” Bianca spat at him.

The Count shrugged and replied, “If that is your wish.”

As Turenau’s claw-like hand reached for Bianca, she bellowed a loud battle cry and slashed her dagger at his outstretched arm. To her disbelief, the knife failed to strike him. It wasn’t that her slice missed or the dagger failed to cut deep enough. The edge of the blade stopped less than a centimeter from the flesh of Turenau’s arm and seemed to just hang there. No matter what Bianca did to push the blade lower it would not cut through his skin. Bianca was so shocked at the unreality she witnessed that her weapons and fighting training lapsed for a second and she allowed Turenau to get the best of her. His hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat, clenching her windpipe shut until she choked. Bianca sputtered as Turenau lifted her by the neck with the strength of one arm and held her up in the air. Bianca dropped her dagger and used both her hands to try and pry Turenau’s fingers from around her throat but his grip was too powerful. Bianca felt herself becoming lightheaded as the pressure from Turenau’s clenched fist increased. If he squeezed just a little bit harder it would crush her windpipe.

Turenau lowered Bianca and pulled her in closer so they were face to face. Bianca trembled as she stared into Turenau’s dark, empty eyes. Turenau’s gaze focused purely on the sight of Bianca’s jugular vein popping out of her strained neck. The Count opened his mouth wide and a growling noise like that of a beast emanated from his throat. Bianca shook with fear as Turenau’s teeth sharpened and elongated before her very eyes. Turenau’s irises changed from black into a bright red hue as bloodlust filled him. The ironic thing was that he looked more alive now than ever.

Poor Bac had been telling the truth, Bianca realized with dismay. Turenau was a vampire and she was about to become his next meal. Turenau’s tongue stretched out of his mouth to a prehensile length and Bianca cringed as he licked from the bottom of Bianca’s cheek upward until his tongue curled around Bianca’s earlobe.

“Absolutely delicious,” Turenau remarked after his tongue retracted back into his mouth. “I should tear open your throat now and feed upon you until I’ve had my fill. But I promised my wives I’d let them play with you first. The things we do for our women.” Turenau shook his head and chuckled mirthfully.

Turenau cast Bianca out the open cell door with all his mustered strength. Bianca must have been thrown over twenty feet. The release of her throat was an immediate relief but when Bianca landed upon the hard stone floor the wind was stolen from her. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, gasping for breath. She felt too pained to even move. Bianca’s throat was sore and aching and she bled from scrapes to her knees and elbows but those pains were the least of her concern at the moment. Bianca recovered as quickly as she could and raised herself painfully to her feet. She stood in the middle of a group of coffins and froze in her tracks as she heard scratching and scraping coming from within the stone tombs.

Bianca stared in horror as the lids of four of the coffins were slid open from the inside and women began climbing out of them. Bianca recognized one of the the ghouls as Countess Turenau, the woman who had named herself Vivianna when they met the night before. The other women were unknown to Bianca. They all possessed great beauty as well as a pale, deathly pallor.

One of the women was tall, skinny, and beautiful with snow-white hair. She wore a sheer white dress that revealed the brown points of her nipples and the outline of her sex. Her clothing was so transparent that it was a wonder she wore anything at all. Another woman climbing out of her coffin was a sultry vixen of short height with dark-red hair and green eyes. She wore a strapless red dress that emphasized her buxom nature. Despite a basic similarity to Loredana and being quite pretty, this woman didn’t possess anything that was near to the beauty, curves, or freckles that belonged to Bianca’s sister. The last woman to emerge from her tomb was a lanky girl with short brown hair who wore a shirt and pants more suitable for men’s clothing. She had a dangerous glint showing in her eyes as she stared at Bianca.

These were the former Countesses Turenau. Women who had been arranged in marriage to the mysterious Count Turenau In exchange for favors of wealth and influence for their parents. Once they were married off the girls were never seen again. The previously innocent women had no idea that when they arrived at Castle Sidexes to wed the Count they would become his brides for all eternity.

The women hissed and snarled at Bianca, baring their razor sharp fangs like rabid beasts as they circled her. The white-haired woman slid along the wall behind Bianca until she blocked the only exit from the crypt. Turenau approached his fiendish wives and stood close to them. Vivianna held her arms tightly around the Count’s neck while Turenau’s hand reached around her waist to rest upon her hip. The brides that Bianca had already named in her mind Shorthair and Slut lowered themselves to their knees and clung tightly to Turenau’s robes as they pressed their cheeks to their master’s body.

“Please, master,” Shorthair begged as she tugged at Turenau’s robes. “We hunger. Let us consume the girl.” The vampiress looked over at Bianca and flicked her tongue at her obscenely. “Mmm, she looks sooo tasty…”

“Where should our teeth and tongues go first?” Slut asked her sister-wife.

“I don’t know,” Shorthair replied as she looked Bianca over. “All of her looks so good.”

Turenau pointed at Bac’s cell and told them, “If it is fresh blood you require, my wives, our dearly departed friend Mister Disperat has breathed his last. His body is still warm. My gift to you.”

Shorthair and Slut grinned at each other evilly and scampered across the floor on all fours in a hideous fashion, crawling like beasts toward the jail cell. A moment later, Bianca heard the most horrifying sounding slurping and chewing noises coming from the cell as the brides fed upon Bac’s still warm corpse. Bianca felt despair overtaking her as the Count and Countess approached her slowly. They held each other by the waist and smiled with malice as they took their steps toward Bianca in unison. Bianca backed away instinctively but realized they were pushing her into the clutches of the white-haired vampire Bianca had named The Pale One. There was no escape.

Bianca looked behind her and gulped with worry. The Pale One’s eyes had turned a dark red and her mouth was opened wide to bare its fangs. Her fingernails were so long and sharp they appeared as talons. Bianca noticed the woman eyeing her and making it clear she was drinking in the sight of Bianca’s legs and the curve of her bottom. The Pale One licked her lips and reached down to cup her own breast. She squeezed it and began pinching her own nipple. Bianca realized with fear that this creature not only wanted to steal her soul and lifeblood, but also wanted to use Bianca’s body for its sexual pleasure as well.

Bianca was near to being overtaken with the Pale One waiting at her rear and the Turenaus slowly encroaching from the front. The other brides walked out of the jail cell, already finished with their meal. Blood covered the entirety of their faces and dripped from their mouths to their chins. The tops of their dresses were stained dark red by Bac’s remains. Bianca noticed Slut sucking on something small that she held to her mouth. The vampire bride relished the flavor of the object like a fine delicacy before popping it into her mouth and swallowing it. Bianca felt nausea and revulsion in the pit of her stomach as she realized it was one of poor Bac’s fingers being devoured. Shorthair and Slut turned and faced each other, drawing themselves closer until they could lick their faces and tongue the inside of each other’s mouths. They didn’t want to waste a single drop of blood. The sinister creatures ran their hands over each other’s thighs and buttocks through their dresses as they savored Bac’s final gift to them.

The white-haired bride reached for Bianca and finally prompted her to action. Bianca’s dagger might not have been true, but she figured the oldest form of combat still functioned. Bianca clenched her hand into a tight fist and punched the Pale One right in her mouth. The vampire fell backwards right onto her bottom and raised a shaky hand to her lip, a reaction prompted more by shock than any physical harm.

The Countess Turenau grabbed ahold of Bianca’s wrist and held it tightly so that Bianca couldn’t tear herself free from her grasp. There was a satisfied look on Vivianna’s face that said ‘we have you now’. Bianca suddenly recalled an old legend she had once heard of the Vampyr. Could it possibly be true? Bianca bent to her knees, knowing if this plan failed she would be left prostrate before her adversaries and at their mercy. This was her final hope. She reached into another secret pocket within her dress and pulled out the silver cross her mother had gifted to her on Bianca’s eleventh birthday. Bianca acted with Mirela as if her religion mattered very little to Bianca, and though her faithfulness was infrequent and halfhearted Bianca cherished the gift from long ago and kept it always about her person.

Bianca pointed the crucifix at Vivianna, who hissed and relinquished her hold on Bianca’s wrist so she could cover her eyes. Once Turenau’s gaze came across the cross he backed away as well, though he seemed able to bear the sight of it even if it froze him in place. Bianca turned and brandished the crucifix at the Pale One as she arose from the floor. The white-haired woman shrieked at the sight of the cross and turned her head away, allowing Bianca the opportunity to kick the Pale One square in the stomach and topple her over with a bump to her shoulder. The few seconds Bianca spent neutralizing the Pale One’s threat allowed the Turenaus and the other brides time to regroup. Shorthair and Slut halted their embrace and began stalking Bianca from either side. They approached Bianca slowly, holding the sleeves of their robes and dresses over their eyes so they could avoid sight of the crucifix while they backed Bianca through the entrance of the antechamber and out of the crypt.

As she strode by the niches in the walls of the entryway of the crypt, Bianca nearly dropped her crucifix in horror as the long-dead corpse nearest to her began to move its hand. Bianca cried out in shock as a corpse on the opposite side of her climbed out of its niche awkwardly and stood up on unsteady legs. The living dead groaned through rotted vocal cords as they arose from their resting places. Bianca counted nearly a dozen of these shambling corpses that looked intent on doing her harm. These walking dead moved slowly, shuffling unsteadily with their decayed bodies as their arms reached for Bianca. She could see the bones of their arms showing through the grey meat of their arms as they reached toward her. Bianca screamed in horror and pointed the cross at them but it had no effect as they continued their slow but inevitable approach.

These ghasts were former servants of the household, kept alive through dark magics to continue serving their master long after their physical form had deteriorated. These servants had provided more than just household care for the Turenaus. They also served as a constant source of nutrition for the Turenau family, but as vampires are wont to do they fed too greedily. These ruined creatures’ current forms were the result when their bodies became dried out and dessicated from overfeeding. Their corpses were revived and spellbound to serve their masters even in death.

Fortunately, these creatures retained little of their former intelligence as their brains had started rotting along with the rest of their bodies despite the evil enchantments holding the corpses together. Their arms reached clumsily as they pawed at Bianca and she was able to free herself from their grasp easily. She felt diseased coming into close contact with them now that the stench Bianca detected from earlier was explained. Bianca fought her way through them, swinging her elbows against skulls and sweeping their legs with her foot to help clear the way. When she reached the stairs she ran up them as fast as she could.

Bianca slipped once, falling forward and barely catching herself with her hands but banging her shins against the edge of a stair. Bianca cursed at herself and ignored the bruises already forming on her legs as she ascended as quickly as possible. When she reached the top of the stairwell, Bianca despaired over where to run to next. She didn’t dare return to her room, Bianca couldn’t bear leading these monsters right to her sisters. Could she find somewhere to hide? These vampires have probably lived here for hundreds of years, Bianca thought. They must know every nook and cranny of this castle.

Bianca decided to run the opposite direction from the hallway leading to her quarters. She became frustrated as she kept tripping over the hem of her dress as she fled. Bianca found herself uncaring that this happened to be her favorite dress with all its purple color, its secret pockets and fittings, and the subtly apparent cleavage it showed. She reached down and ripped away all the fabric from right above her knee on down to aid her mobility. Bianca displayed a scandalous amount of leg with her knees and lower thighs showing, but it was worth it for the flexibility she was now granted. Now Bianca achieved top speed as she sprinted down the hallways. Bianca ran for the main entrance, not wanting to abandon her sisters but knowing there might be no other choice if she were being followed. Maybe she could at least lead them away from the section of the castle Mirela and Bela were staying in. Bianca made it to the courtyard but as soon as she stepped outside she stopped herself short.

Outside the main gate, two figures clothed in dark robes and cloaks with hoods covering their heads stood silent and unmoving. When they spotted Bianca standing in the entryway, they began moving toward her with their steps in perfect unison. They quickly cleared the distance from the gate to the path leading into the courtyard. Bianca heard moans of the walking dead echoing through the hallway behind her. She also heard shrieking that must be coming from some very enraged vampires. There was no escape.

Bianca realized the dark figures approaching her from the courtyard were men when they threw back their hoods to reveal their faces. Their features appeared very similar to Count Turenau and Bianca recalled the legend the Count had recounted over dinner. These must be the Count’s brothers who had survived their war with the Mongols. Other formerly noble knights who had willingly submitted to the same darkness that took their sibling in exchange for power and immortality.

Bianca knew in her heart that there was no way she was making it out of this night alive. But she would be damned before she gave her life without a fight. Bianca would take as many of these monsters to the grave with her and slit her own throat before letting them capture her. Bianca placed the crucifix back inside her pocket and thrust her hand inside the sizable crack that formed in one of the large stone blocks comprising the entryway. She reached anxiously for the object that had been her true reason for coming this way. Bianca secreted her long travel case within this gap in the stones yesterday evening before turning over her luggage to Şarpe. Bianca had no idea at the time how fortunate her hiding place would become. She felt the hard wooden case against her fingers and pulled it out quickly, scraping her knuckles against the stone in her desperation as she sighted the Turenau brothers approaching.

Bianca heard the moans growing louder from behind and the Turenau brothers were nearly at the stair to the entryway. There was precious little time now. Bianca snapped open the case and let it fall to the ground as she pulled out the silver broadsword that old Demn gave to Bianca without her parent’s knowledge or permission. Despite his lifetime of loyalty, Bianca’s parents might have disowned the guard if they ever learned of his gift to Bianca for her sixteenth birthday. The blind old knight loved Bianca like a daughter and had fashioned the blade himself as a present for his pupil. He balanced the sword perfectly to be used by someone who possessed Bianca’s smaller frame. The blade had the make of a master blacksmith’s craft, Demn’s work impeccable despite his disability. Bianca had practiced countless hours with the sword and employed it judiciously when it came time to avenge her husband’s death. Now the blade she had named Viteza would be put to the ultimate test.

Bianca had barely any time to react before the ghasts were upon her. Unlike the dagger that had failed before, this blade made an extremely satisfying contact as it cut through the arm of the nearest revenant reaching for her. The entire arm crumbled to dust as Viteza sliced cleanly through the elbow. Bianca thrust her blade right through the creature’s heart and heard it groan loudly before the entire body dissipated into a heap of dust and bone.

Bianca looked down at the sword wondering if it possessed hidden magical properties she wasn’t aware of. Then she realized the difference between her knife and Viteza. Bianca saw now that these creatures were vulnerable to objects made from silver. That was why all their silver jewelry had been stolen from their luggage upon their arrival so the metal objects could not be fashioned into weapons.

Bianca swung her blade in a wide sweep, severing many grasping hands and lopping off the head of the ghast closest to her. The creature might have once been a woman considering the long, stringy wisps of white hair hanging down its back but the revenant’s face and body were too decayed to decipher any sex. The body fell to dust as the blade cut through its neck and left only a grinning, rotted head lying on the floor to provide any proof of its existence.

Bianca turned back and whipped her blade around just as the Turenau brothers closed within a few feet of her. They actually backed away from her sword as she trained its point against them. So these devils can feel fear, Bianca thought. She couldn’t help grinning at her newfound power after feeling so helpless a few minutes ago. Unfortunately, she paid little attention to the revenants due to their perceived slowness and soon discovered these undead covered ground quickly despite their shambling. Bianca’s stomach turned as she felt a decaying hand wrap tightly around her sword wrist, preventing her blade from moving. Bianca kicked with all her might at the male revenant’s surprisingly still intact genitals. The creature’s crotch crumpled sickeningly but did nothing to slow the ghast as it reached toward Bianca’s face with its other hand. Most of the revenant’s lower jaw was missing but its tongue remained mostly intact and it flicked disgustingly at Bianca as the creature grabbed ahold of her. Bianca pushed against the ghast with all her might so that it fell back into the two of its kind lurking behind it and toppled them over. The creature’s hand severed at the wrist as it fell over and still grasped Bianca by her arm despite the rest of its body falling prone to the floor.

Bianca shuddered as she tore the grip of the dead hand from her wrist and threw it aside. Bianca assumed an offensive stance and began slicing her way through the half-dozen revenants still blocking her path. Her sword swung gracefully yet powerfully in every direction. The grizzled old guard Demn had taught Bianca well. She had become one with the sword, knowing it would strike true before she even swung her arms. Bianca couldn’t overlook the vampires behind her the way she had the ghasts. Every so often she swung Viteza backward to prevent the brothers from getting too close.

The only way through was forward so Bianca destroyed all in her path. Her hair and body soon gathered the dust of her enemy’s remains until she had cleared the way with the ash and severed limbs of her enemies surrounding the floor around her. Bianca kicked the final ghast that blocked her way so hard that its chest collapsed and it impaled itself upon the lit pedestal behind it. The creature made a horrific squealing noise and it writhed wildly as its dry body burned up like tinder. Bianca tumbled over the stairs into the entry hall that had been their first sight of the inside of Sidexes with a caterwauling flip that was just showing off by this point. Bianca rose to her feet with sword bared and her eyes fierce and determined. Maybe she should just kill them all and be finished with this.

Bianca gulped as she realized the folly of her overconfidence. After entering the hall she found Turenau and all four of his brides standing side by side blocking her path. She looked back to see the Turenau brothers running into the hall behind her and preventing any chance of escape. She was completely surrounded. Bianca noticed at the other end of the hall Viscount Şarpe striding inside with his hand on his hip in a cocky saunter. Şarpe joined the rest of his brethren with a smug smile of satisfaction plastered on his face as he understood Bianca’s predicament.

“Where is Loredana, you rat bastard!” Bianca screamed at Şarpe.

Şarpe chuckled and said in his disarmingly charming voice, “Your sister is just fine. Better than ever, actually. I can take you to her right now if you like. You know girls aren’t supposed to play with sharp objects, right? Just drop the sword and surrender to us.”

“I’ll die first,” Bianca said coldly as she raised her blade at him in a challenging stance.

Şarpe threw his head back and laughed like a baying fox and soon the other vampires joined. “You see, that’s what you haven’t understood yet,” Şarpe said between laughs. “That is precisely the idea.”

Bianca bit her lip nervously as she whipped her head back and forth trying to keep all of her adversaries in sight. These were no stumbling, half-rotted ghouls like Bianca had just fought. These vampires were quick and agile like snakes and had her surrounded on all sides. Bianca assumed a defensive position as she circled around and wondered who would be the first to dare attack her.

The bride with long red hair that Bianca had derisively named Slut waited until Bianca’s back was turned before taking advantage. She growled and leaped at Bianca with near impossible speed. She clawed with her sharpened talons as her fangs sought Bianca’s throat. Bianca sensed the movement behind her out of the corner of her eye. She turned quickly and leaned to the left to dodge the bride’s first strike but the second slash of Slut’s fingernails cut her across the cheek before Bianca could pull herself away. The Slut’s nails left deep gashes on the unmarred side of Bianca’s face to go along with the existing scar on her other cheek. No doubt these fresh wounds would scar permanently as well. Bianca backed away with her sword held up while the bride brought her bloodied fingertips to her lips to suckle upon.

“Delicious,” Slut remarked with a grin as she tasted Bianca’s blood. “Does the rest of you taste this wonderful? I can’t wait to find out.”

Bianca smirked right back at her and suddenly yelled a battle cry as she attacked. Bianca felt sure that her silver weapon would have an effect on these creatures, and her assumption proved correct. Slut didn’t expect Bianca to strike so boldly and she was unable to back away in time before Bianca thrust her blade right through the woman’s chest above her bosom. Blood gushed between Slut’s breasts and she cried with an unearthly howl that pierced Bianca’s ears. Before anyone could react to save her, Bianca withdrew Viteza from the vampiress’ chest and lopped off Slut’s head with one clean slice of her blade. An arterial spray of blood spurted from the bride’s neck like a mini geyser before her headless form fell to its knees and toppled over onto its side. The head itself rolled across the floor until it was stopped upon the legs of an old, dusty piece of furniture. The expression on Slut’s head remained frozen in a look of pain and surprise.

Bianca grinned and beckoned at the other vampires who seemed shocked at what had just transpired. The female vampires held their heads in their hands and shrieked at the slaughter of their sister while the men remained stoic but looked concerned. While the head of Slut remained staring at them the rest of her body had disintegrated to ash. This sinister creature would trouble the world no more.

“Who’s next?” Bianca challenged.

Şarpe held his hand out to Bianca. “It’s not too late for you, Bianca,” he assured her. “Let us end this foolishness that will only end with people dead… or worse. Join with us peacefully and you will have an honored place at our side. The Count even needs a new bride now. You will be treated like a queen by our kind.”

Bianca was about to laugh at his suggestion and start mocking him but before she was able to Şarpe continued, “I have to warn you that if you insist on being difficult… well, things are about to get very, very messy. We have ways of punishing you that will make you beg for the release of death.”

“Is that supposed to somehow convince me?” Bianca asked derisively. “I don’t fear torture or death and I certainly don’t fear sniveling rats like you. Come at me, Viscount of filth and vermin.”

“Enough of this,” the Count said with a wave of his hand.

Suddenly all the torches illuminating the hall extinguished simultaneously, plunging the room into total darkness. Bianca gasped in dismay as her vision was stolen from her. She swung her blade blindly at any that movement she sensed near her. Bianca heard giggling and whispering around her but it was too dark to pinpoint the source of the noises. Bianca felt a presence behind her and before she could turn to face it a hand wrapped its fingers around her wrist. The hand clenched tightly, its fingernails digging into Bianca’s flesh until they drew blood and forced Bianca to release her blade. The sword made a clanking noise as it fell to the floor.

“We have you now,” Turenau said with his horrible rasping voice.

The Count placed his other hand around her waist, drawing her nearer to him until her back met his chest. Bianca felt herself being enveloped by the Count with his body pressed against hers. He was deceptively strong for his age and held Bianca tightly so that she had no chance of escape.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Bianca begged quietly with a sob.

“My dear, it will only hurt for a second,” Turenau promised. “And then you won’t believe how incredible you will feel. The sensation of being fed upon is an exquisiteness only surpassed by feeding upon others. You’ll soon learn. Then you and I will teach precious Mirela all that I’ve shown you together.”

Turenau’s hand creeped downward from Bianca’s waist until he clutched the mound of Bianca’s cunny through her dress and squeezed. Bianca’s skin crawled as this fiend, who if she wasn’t mistaken was her uncle from several generations ago, touched Bianca in her most intimate area and pressed the fabric of her dress inside her very dry and very unaroused opening. But Bianca couldn’t help gasping and wriggling in Turenau’s grip as his fingertip pressed down upon her clitoris. The sensation was uncomfortably pleasurable.

“I’m tired of fighting,” Bianca whispered. “I don’t want to die. Can you promise I will still be with Mirela? You won’t let her die either?”

“I promise we shall all live together forever,” Turenau said as he licked the side of Bianca’s face and nipped his teeth at the lobe of her ear hard enough to draw blood. “Now tell me what I wish to hear.”

“Please… Master,” Bianca answered hesitantly. “Show me the glory of surrendering to the darkness. Make me one with the night.”

“I’ll show you,” Turenau said. “For the rest of eternity you will be closed in the embrace of darkness. Like my other wives, we will marry ourselves to evil every time we make love. But first, let’s see you dedicate yourself.”

Bianca felt Turenau’s fingertips curl against her sex as he penetrated her digitally. She hated that she actually felt a twinge of arousal from this violation. With her night vision returned, Bianca saw the other vampires standing a fair distance away and staring silently at Bianca trapped within Turenau’s grasp. They knew their master claimed the first share of their newest victim but Bianca could tell the vampires were eagerly awaiting their turn with her.

I just need to draw him in a little closer, Bianca thought. She felt his breath on her neck and his body pressed more tightly against her while he fingered Bianca’s cunny. Bianca turned her head and kissed Turenau on the lips. He seemed surprised at first but after sensing Bianca’s compliance he forced his tongue into her mouth. It reminded Bianca of a wriggling worm only it was inside her mouth. Bianca nearly retched but staved off her revulsion to instead suck Turenau’s tongue further into her mouth. It seemed impossibly long and Bianca gagged as the tip of his tongue tickled her throat.

Bianca knew if she failed she would soon become meal, entertainment, and plaything for all the family gathered here. A worse fate was difficult to imagine. Turenau grasped her sex possessively and began raising her dress as his hardness pressed against her bottom through her dress. Close, so close now. Bianca pushed her backside against Turenau and listened to him grown as his prick molded to the gap between the curves of her buttocks. Would he try fucking her or feeding from her first? Was one any worse than the other? Turenau kissed his way from Bianca’s mouth to the side of her neck with his cold, dry lips. Bianca forced a moan as Turenau sucked on her neck without biting. Almost there… Bianca felt his mouth opening wide and the points of his fangs touched her throat. Almost there… almost there… now!

Bianca used her still free hand to grasp the crucifix pocketed on the inside of her dress. Her fingers curled around the intersection of the perpendicular lines and she pulled at the crucifix hard enough that it ripped all the way through her dress. Bianca whirled around before Turenau could react and pierced the long end of the cross through Turenau’s robes and chest right into the center of his black heart.

The ancient lord bayed loudly and gibbered senselessly as his body shook and he fell to his knees in agony. Bianca’s eyes widened in horror as smoke rose from the wound in his chest and the skin on his face and hands began flaking away bit by bit. His hand continued holding Bianca’s wrist tightly and with his remaining strength he pulled Bianca closer until she looked right down into his eyes. He stared at Bianca with a look of pain brought on not by his imminent demise but rather by endless years of torture and suffering. The bones of his skull and jaw soon became visible as his skin disintegrated. A strange glimmer of relief came over his expression as his long life ended and his death was assured.

“Even having Mirela for my own would not be worth selling my soul and humanity,” Bianca spat as she ripped her arm away from Turenau’s grip.

“Your sister… Mirela,” the Count whispered sadly with his dying breath. “She looks just like my sister, you know. My death means nothing, she will still be ours.”

With a final gasp, Turenau’s body crumpled over and his form turned to ash. The outline of his head remained frozen in ash for a few seconds before crumbling to dust. All that remained of Nicolae Turenau were scatterings of ash and dusty black robes lying in a heap on the floor. Turenau’s brothers and wives shrieked in anguish and glared at Bianca murderously.

“Take her!” screamed Vivianna.

Şarpe found Viteza lying at his feet and kicked it across the room using the toes of his boot, careful not to let the silver touch any part of his body where it might contaminate his skin. With her only weapon unavailable, Bianca fell to her knees and dug desperately through the robes lying in front of her. Her body became covered in clouds of ash as she sought the crucifix lying somewhere inside the Count’s clothes. She just grasped the edge of the cross when strong arms took ahold of both her wrists and pulled her upward. Bianca struggled within their grasp, but Turenau’s brothers held her arms so tightly they threatened to crush her bones to powder.

Now there truly was no escape. She fought well, but Bianca’s enemies were too numerous and strong. She had no hidden weapons secreted about her, no seduction ploys that would be believed, nor any hope of a rescue. Bianca hung her head, knowing despite her small victories it had all been for naught. A naive part of her assumed that slaying the master vampire would break the power these devilish creature’s held, but the workings of the undead were not so simple.

“You will pay for what you have done to Nicolae!” one of the brothers said with rage. He appeared to be weeping, unbelievably enough. Bianca didn’t even think these creatures even capable of emotions such as sadness or loss, but perhaps they could only muster such sentiment for one of their own. It was not likely they ever empathized with their victims when they fed upon them for sustenance.

Shorthair and the Pale One covered their faces in their hands and wailed loudly while Vivianna stared furiously at Bianca. Şarpe looked concerned over what had just transpired also appeared to be thoughtfully considering what kind of opportunity this change in leadership afforded him.

“You lead us now, Countess,” the brother who yet to speak said with a slight bow of his head. He seemed to be the older of the two, if age counted for these creatures any more. “What do you want us to do with the girl?”

“As you know Demitru, the Count originally wanted us to turn her,” Vivianna explained. She squatted down and ran her hands through the ash that was all that remained of Count Turenau. Vivianna scooped up a handful of the dust and pocketed it within a small velvet bag that she tied with string and placed in a pouch hanging on her belt. “His command was that the sisters all be turned either willingly or else by force.”

“I will never accept her as one of us,” the milder sounding younger brother said. “Not after slaying Nicolae.”

The more bloodthirsty seeming Demitru added, “Fane is right. I say we torture all the screams from her body until her throat is raw. Then consume her body slowly from her feet to her heart while she yet lives until we are left picking her bones clean.”

Bianca struggled against their hold again , but due to their supernatural strength and the intense rage they held for her there was no way Bianca could free herself from their grasp. She had never felt so helpless in her life.

Şarpe chuckled at Bianca and mocked her. “Keep fighting this, Bianca. We love to watch your chest and legs wiggle for us.” Bianca glared death at the Viscount but knew it was all she could do.

“Count Turenau was the wisest and most powerful of us,” Vivianna thought out loud as she stroked her chin. “He took us all in, he made us a family. For over four hundred years he has made Sidexes the seat of his power and we terrorized the complacent living who questioned our existence even as they dreaded the night.”

Vivianna walked over to Bianca and held her by the chin. The Countess looked into Bianca’s eyes intently and Bianca stared back at her defiantly.

“Now this great man has been destroyed by this little bitch,” Vivianna said venomously.

Vivianna slapped Bianca across the face as hard as she could. Demitru and Fane laughed as Bianca’s body rocked against their hold due to the force of the blow. A red handprint covered the right side of Bianca’s cheek over her old scar. Bianca bared her teeth and growled at Vivianna. She stared at Vivianna again, showing she didn’t fear the Countess and wouldn’t be intimidated by her.

Vivianna smiled back and said, “No, the embrace of the Vampyr would be like a reward to her now. But neither do I want her to experience the sweet release of death. She must suffer.”

“What will you do?” Şarpe asked.

Vivianna’s grinned widely and her razor sharp teeth gave her face a demonic cast that made Bianca squeamish. “There are some fates worse than death,” Vivianna said ominously. “Take her to the sanctum.”

The brothers laughed like jackals and dragged Bianca by her arms as she kicked wildly and screamed at the top of her lungs. She bit Demitru on the arm as hard as she could but it had no visible effect on him. He just smiled at her and advised Bianca that she really did not want to get his blood in her mouth. Bianca believed him.

While Vivianna led their party, the brides following behind Bianca laughed at her protests and mocked her cries cruelly with their shrill voices. Bianca didn’t care, she cried out to Mirela, to Loredana, even to Bela, her dead parents, and God to save her as she was dragged unwillingly through the darkened halls of Sidexes to her doom.

Vivianna and Şarpe led them through the hallways until they arrived at the chapel Bianca had inspected with her sisters the night before. The candles strewn about the perverse sanctuary were all lit and with the darkened stain glass reflecting the light the room took on a horrible red glowing ambience. Vivianna bit down upon her finger, drawing blood which she then used to scrawl symbols upon the stone altar. Looking at the symbols made Bianca’s head swim and her stomach churn as her mind tried to make sense of the impossible geometric shapes that Vivianna scribed.

Once she completed her drawing, Vivianna commanded, “Tie her to the altar.”

Bianca screamed again and fought her captors but the brothers overpowered her by each grabbing ahold of the wrist and ankle on each side of Bianca. They hoisted her up above the altar and placed her roughly down upon it. The brides held down on Bianca’s ankles so tightly as she kicked that their fingernails dug into her flesh and scratched open wounds on her feet. The brothers used rope to bind Bianca’s wrists to poles set into the floor on each corner of the altar. When they were done, Bianca’s arms were splayed apart so they were in a spreadeagled position. Bianca tried twisting against the ropes but they were tied too tightly for her to roll over or really do much of anything. She wondered if this was what happened to Loredana. Were they going to use her like they used her sister for some satanic ritual or virgin sacrifice? Well, maybe not virgin if they had used Loredana.

“Strip her,” Vivianna ordered.

Bianca struggled anew as Şarpe, Shorthair, the Pale One, Fane, and Demitru grabbed fistfuls of Bianca’s fabric and tore her dress to shreds. When they discovered additional layers beneath the dress they tore at her slip and underwear as well. Şarpe intentionally grabbed at Bianca’s chest as he tore her clothes asunder and Bianca clamped her teeth at him when his hand grabbed Bianca’s breast and squeezed.

Bianca felt the vampire’s sharpened fingernails digging into her flesh and leaving deep scratches upon her skin as they ripped her clothing apart. Soon her dress had been left as nothing but tatters pinned beneath her back. Bianca laid upon the stone slab as naked as the day she was born, which the sardonic part of her found fitting considering she would very likely die here. She drew her knees up in a vain attempt to cover her sex but her chest and legs were still completely visible. While the Turenau brothers glared at her like they couldn’t wait to torture and consume her, Şarpe and the brides leered and licked their lips at her as they stared at the large, round cones that comprised Bianca’s heaving chest.

Vivianna hunched down into a squatting position and traced her fingers against a line in the stone floor. She continued searching with her fingertips until her thumb pressed down upon a loose rock and an audible clicking sound was heard. The Countess pulled a wooden box out of a hidden opening in the floor beneath the altar and sat the box upon a nearby pew. Vivianna ran her hands delicately over the lid of the box and whispered to herself until the sound of unlocking emanated from inside the box. Bianca wanted to shut her eyes and try to block out the horror of her situation but she couldn’t help herself from watching as she looked over at Vivianna reaching inside the box. The Countess pulled out a long, wicked looking curved knife that had large crimson rubies and black diamonds inset within the hilt.

Vivianna held the knife out and waved the blade at Bianca as she asked, “Do you know what this is?”

Bianca gasped as she recognized the style of the dagger. A witching knife!

“I can tell you recognize it,” Vivianna commented as she held the knife up to her keen eye and inspected it closely. “I was a witch who studied dark magics long before I joined my vampire brethren. I consorted with demons and promised my soul to the devil in exchange for knowledge and power when I was only fifteen.”

Vivianna held the sharpened edge of the knife to Bianca’s throat and relished the terrified look that formed on the blonde girl’s face. Vivianna slowly pushed down on the knife until the very edge of it touched Bianca’s neck before pulling it away and pacing as she continued talking. Bianca sighed with relief as she thought her end had been at hand.

“As I grew older, I knew with certainty that for my sins I would be damned for eternity upon my demise,” Vivianna mused as she walked in circles around the altar. The other vampires stood silently unmoving as they waited for their new master to begin the ritual. They knew Vivianna was only toying with the girl before she began.

“I summoned a demon to provide counsel for this perplexing dilemma and he demanded the use of my body before aiding me,” Vivianna explained. “There really is nothing like sucking on demon cock, it’s like having a flaming torch erupt inside your mouth. You can just imagine what it’s like taking their large, bristly pricks in the arse. You might learn someday. Anyways, after pleasing him in every way he desired, the demon advised me to seek out Castle Sidexes and Count Turenau. I always thought the old tale of the Count and his brothers who cheated death was merely a legend, but to my surprise I found the Count very much ‘living’. Knowing that an eternity of hellfire and pleasing an endless host of demons sexually was all that awaited me in the afterlife, I decided to never die. Turenau agreed to aid in my predicament if I became his Countess, and two hundred years later I don’t regret a thing.”

Vivianna touched the tip of the blade to the sole of Bianca’s foot, making the blonde squirm as the Countess tickled her using the knife’s point. “Turenau held vast knowledge and strength,” Vivianna said as she enjoyed Bianca wiggling helplessly. “He was the most powerful man I’ve ever known. But he had his one weakness which was his incapability of removing all human affection from his heart. Nicolae never overcame the love he for his sister. She was intended to be his first bride but she escaped him before she could be turned. That is the reason why he brought you and your sisters here. He thought by incorporating the Pierocent sisters back into the family it might restore some of what he lost. Turenau paid dearly for holding onto a shred of his humanity. Fortunately, I can assure you I’ve learned better than he.”

Vivianna sliced the sole of Bianca’s foot with the knife, leaving a deep red gash that bled immediately. Bianca hissed in pain and thrashed against her bonds fruitlessly. Vivianna licked the blood from the side of the knife and walked to the head of the altar. Fane’s nostrils flared as he scented blood and he licked his lips when he saw Bianca’s blood dripping down to the floor. A waste. He stalked closer to Bianca and grabbed her by her wounded foot. But as Fane lifted Bianca’s foot to his mouth, Vivianna whirled around and pointed her knife at him.

“Wait, brother Turenau!” she cried. “Do not yet feed upon her.” Vivianna stroked Bianca’s cheek and hair tenderly as the blonde girl cringed and tried to turn her head away. “She must stay clean for the start of the ritual. Besides, there is no need to be hasty. We will all have plenty of time to share her once the ritual is complete.”

Fane let go of Bianca and backed away from her fearfully, respecting the arcane power he knew the sorceress held. Vivianna circled the altar as she continued torturing her victim by drawing out the wait as long as possible before the ritual’s commencement.

“Do you know, girl, the evil that I’ve studied and wrested control of?” Vivianna asked with a dangerous glint in her eye and a demonic smile on her face. “I’m condemned to Hell because of the mere knowledge of spells I could summon, despite having never cast them. Until tonight that is, when I will practice one these dark spells upon you. If you believe in a God, I suggest you pray to your maker for the final time. They won’t listen to you ever again once we are done here.”

Bianca screamed and thrashed once again, crying as loudly as she could muster. Her voice became hoarse with the cries that none of the living in this castle would ever hear. The Turenau brothers slid a stone slab over the entrance to the chapel, preventing any of her screams from escaping the confines of the sanctum. Vivianna took ahold of Bianca’s wrist and sliced the knife’s edge over the palm of her hand, spilling her blood anew and making Bianca scream and curse at her. Vivianna raised an eyebrow at the Pierocent girl, shocked at the oaths spewing from her mouth and the detailed threats of the pains she would inflict upon Vivianna if she escaped.

Vivianna tucked the knife into a holster hanging to the belt of her dress and picked up a clay bowl sitting on a nearby stand. She held the bowl beneath Bianca’s hand, letting it fill with the drippings of Bianca’s blood until a shallow pool of it swam in the bottom of the bowl. Vivianna dipped a finger into the bowl and swirled it around. She then used her bloody finger to draw evil-looking runes upon Bianca’s chest. Bianca shuddered as she felt Vivianna’s finger tracing Bianca’s own blood over her breasts. Vivianna began chanting in a harsh, vile sounding language that pained Bianca to listen to. It surely had to be the language of demons. Bianca wished for some way to cover her ears with her hands tied and unavailable, especially when the other vampires gathered around her and began chanting with Vivianna in unison. Bianca had no choice but to listen to the filth of the evil, demonic language intruding through her ears into her mind.

Vivianna paused during her chant to slurp some of Bianca’s blood from the bowl and gulp it down with a satisfied sigh. She cast the bowl away and set her knife on the nearby stand the bowl had previously sat upon before untying her belt. The Countess pulled her dress up over her head and threw it aside. She wore nothing beneath the dress and stood proudly naked before the others in the chapel. The flesh of her large breasts bounced and jiggled as Vivianna strode over to the altar and hopped onto it, straddling herself atop Bianca’s naked form. Vivianna took care not to touch Bianca’s breasts and possibly smear the blood runes that were of critical importance to the ritual’s success. She had enough pity remaining in her black soul to want to prevent what might happen to the girl’s body or soul if the enchantment failed to work correctly.

“Hold her mouth open,” Vivianna commanded.

The brothers placed their claw-like hands on Bianca’s face and the blonde girl snapped at their fingers like a rabid dog, doing everything she could to try and delay the inevitable. Demitru took ahold of her chin and pulled down on it painfully while Fane stuck his hand in her mouth and pried her upper jaw open. Bianca attempted to clench her teeth down on their fingers but the hold of the vampire brothers was too strong. Bianca was reminded of when as a girl she watched two stablemen at her family manor attempt to remove a diseased tooth from a horse’s mouth. They had to pry open the creature’s jaw and hold it open in order to pull the tooth. Bianca thought even the rough way the stablemen handled that beast was gentler than her current treatment.

Vivianna positioned herself so she squatted right over Bianca’s mouth while balanced lightly on her toes. She reached down and stroked the area between her pelvis and thighs with both hands before using her fingers to spread the lips of her hairless cunny apart. Bianca had only enjoyed the sight of one woman’s sex up close like this before, but that pretty maid’s cunny looked grotesque and unsightly compared to the perfectly pink and puffy lips of the Countess’ genitals that surrounded a darkened opening that seemed to draw Bianca in. Normally Bianca would not have been opposed to what was surely coming next and might even have looked forward to it. But considering who it was she would be licking, Bianca felt a tide of revulsion come over her at the prospect. Bianca resigned herself to the thought of having to eat this evil bitch’s cunny but she also planned to bite her as hard as possible in revenge once she felt Vivianna’s cunny lips on her mouth. What happened next came as a shock to Bianca, though.

Vivianna sighed as she released a black stream from her urethra that pointed right at Bianca’s open mouth. Bianca coughed and sputtered as the disgusting stream of dark urine entered her mouth. Vivianna’s urine was cool rather than warm and made a gurgling noise as it filled Bianca’s gullet. Bianca felt splashback against her face from the piss trickling into her mouth. Bianca tried spitting it out but without being able to control her jaw she was unable to. She tried shaking her head back and forth, which succeeded in making some of the stream dribble on her cheek and over the hands of the Turenau brothers.

“Hold her firm, you fools,” Vivianna seethed as she ceased her flow momentarily. “I can’t waste a single drop.”

The brothers reestablished their hold over Bianca and pushed her head down against the altar so she couldn’t move at all. Demitru leaned down and whispered to Bianca that if she didn’t swallow all of Vivianna’s piss they would tear her limb from limb right after they removed her eyes, ears, nose, and tongue. Bianca held still as Vivianna moaned and released her dark corruption which sprayed Bianca right in the face before it stabilized into a stream directed toward Bianca’s throat through her open mouth.

Vampires typically absorbed the blood of their victims into their bodies, replenishing their depleted veins and organs and revitalizing their accursed forms without producing any waste. But as part of this ritual, Vivianna released the accumulated fluids in her body that contained the life force of countless past victims and also included just a few drops Bianca’s blood plus a great deal more of Loredana’s. The corruption spilled out of Vivianna’s body into Bianca’s mouth. The stream looked as black as death and tasted even more vile. Bianca choked on the dark fluid as it filled her mouth to the brim and spilled over her lips but she refused to swallow and relieve her suffering. The gathered hosts continued their chanting, their voices sounding louder and more insistent by the second as the corruption threatened to enter Bianca’s body. Bianca realized that she was going to drown on Vivianna’s disgusting leavings if she didn’t drink the filthy concoction that had filled her mouth.

Almost unconsciously, Bianca made the decision that she would rather live with whatever happens to her next than die choking on the Countess’ urine. Her throat opened and she took a large gulp of the horrid liquid filling her mouth. Bianca felt inch by agonizing inch as the rotten-ness seeped down her throat and traveled to her stomach where she would begin absorbing the vileness into her body. Vivianna grinned down at her with fangs bared as she continued urinating the contaminant into Bianca’s body. Bianca had never felt so dirty, so wrong, so impure as she did at this moment but she couldn’t help herself. It tasted horrible and made her feel sick yet Bianca’s body told her that she wanted all of it. She continued swallowing every drop with large gulps and desperate gasping breaths. Eventually the vampires holding her mouth open released their hold upon her jaw once they realized Bianca would gladly and willingly partake of Vivianna’s unholy communion.

A noticeable change came over Vivianna as she expended a substantial portion of her own vitality from her body. Her skin turned gray and wizened and her body emitted a foul odor similar to that of a corpse in the first stages of decay. If she did not feed soon Vivianna might expire, a strong price to pay for leading such a ritual. It was fortunate for Vivianna that she already had designs on Bianca providing the necessary nourishment to replenish the strength of the sorceress.

Vivianna ceased the flow of her stream before too much of her life force leaked away. She placed a hand against Bianca’s forehead and whispered a few words in demonic speech before moving her hand away. Bianca’s body began shaking uncontrollably against her bonds and black saliva foamed at her mouth while she made unintelligible gibbering noises. The ritualistic chanting continued and Vivianna’s weakened voice joined in as the corruption spread throughout Bianca’s body. Bianca’s blood remaining on the witching knife sitting nearby began glowing with a blood-red light. Then the bloody runes on Bianca’s chest turned a black color before glowing so red-hot that smoke arose from them. Bianca screamed and the smell of burning flesh permeated the air as the heat from the markings rose to an inferno before the runes suddenly stopped their glowing and cooled rapidly. Once the smoke cleared those gathered saw that the runes had been seared into permanent burns upon Bianca’s chest. Bianca’s seizures slowed until she only twitched every couple seconds before lying entirely still.

After only a moment, Bianca stirred and fluttered open her eyes as if she had awoken from a deep slumber. Bianca felt an fiery aching on her chest, like the pain of an old wound long healed. The slashes on her hand and foot hurt far worse. She stared up at Vivianna curiously. When did the Countess become so old, Bianca wondered. It seemed like she had aged decades within the space of a few minutes.

Bianca didn’t feel any different aside from the dull burning sensation on her breasts. Had the enchantment failed? Vivianna smiled and caressed Bianca’s hair in her fingers as the blonde girl stared up at her nervously. Then the Countess placed hand atop Bianca’s head and moved her hips forward before lowering herself down until her crotch rested atop Bianca’s lips.

“Lick,” Vivianna commanded with a weak, elderly voice. “Clean my cunt with that nasty, naughty little mouth of yours.”

Bianca nearly laughed at the order but found that her mouth opened and her tongue extended outside her lips despite herself. Bianca wondered why she was allowing herself do this as she ran her tongue up and down the wrinkled, corroded meat of Vivianna’s cunny. It tasted even worse than what Vivianna had just forced Bianca to drink, like licking the flesh of a freshly buried corpse. But Bianca couldn’t stop, even when her tongue worked its way between the folds of Vivianna’s cunny to tongue the opening of Vivianna’s tunnel. The inside of Vivianna’s body had the consistency of dry roast beef, but Bianca did her best to make it as wet as possible. Bianca licked salaciously, worshipping Vivianna’s sex with her mouth. Vivianna made little gasping and sighing noises as Bianca worked her tongue inside of Vivianna’s body and began sucking and nibbling the lips of Vivianna’s cunny. Bianca found herself loving the reaction she made with every time Vivianna’s body trembled or her voice moaned.

The Countess grabbed a tangle of Bianca’s blonde hair forcefully and rocked her body against the girl’s face, grinding her sex all over Bianca’s lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, and eyelids. Finally, after fucking Bianca’s face for another moment Vivianna achieved her orgasm. She held Bianca’s open mouth beneath her as a dark mix of blood, urine, and ejaculate dripped slowly from Vivianna’s channel to between Bianca’s lips. Bianca wanted to vomit the vile taste from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself from swallowing the offering with a satisfied gulp before licking Vivianna’s cunt over and over like a degraded slut would. Who am I kidding, Bianca thought with both worry and a horrifying sense of acceptance. I really am a degraded slut after doing this.

“Enough of this,” Vivianna said as she shoved Bianca’s head back down against the altar.

Bianca breathed deeply to replenish the air stolen from her lungs when she was smothered. She stared up at the ceiling with a look of shock plastered on her face to go along with the saliva and cunny juice soaking her. Bianca couldn’t believe what she had just done and worried what it meant that eating Vivianna’s nasty cunt and tasting her come made Bianca feel so wet. A puddle made of Bianca’s drippings had formed on the altar beneath her that made her bottom and thighs wet.

Vivianna’s pallor had turned gray and wan and one of the Turenaus had to hold her hand to help her remain steady as she climbed off the altar. Vivianna’s legs shook as she stood up from the floor and she had to rest a hand on the altar to stabilize herself. Vivianna bent over right next to Bianca, giving her a perfect view of Vivianna’s once plump and supple but now wrinkled and sagging bottom. She was near enough that Bianca could see the puffy, engorged, brown skin of Vivianna’s anus between her asscrack while Vivianna untied a bag from the belt on her discarded dress left lying nearby. Vivianna poured out a handful of Turenau’s ash from the bag to her palm and blew it gently across Bianca’s body. Bianca sneezed as the dust filled her nose, then gagged when she recalled what comprised the ashes.

“Blood to blood, bone to bone, fire to fire, ash to ash,” Vivianna murmured as she dumped the rest of the ashes on Bianca’s body. The majority of the dust coated Bianca’s dark blonde pubic hair and made the curly hairs white and powdered.

Vivianna addressed the rest of the family. “Her body is already ours,” she declared. “But she will not be completely under our control until her mind belongs to us as well.” Vivianna pet Bianca’s hair as if she were a mewling kitten and turned to Şarpe. “Eduard? The girl is yours to do with as you please.”

Şarpe grinned at Bianca lecherously and threw his cloak and shirt away before stepping out of his boots and pulling his trousers down. Bianca’s eyes bulged at the sight of a body made of pure muscle but most of her shock was reserved for the reveal of Şarpe’s crotch. Şarpe removed his wool underwear and freed the swinging trunk hanging between his legs. If it was that large while flaccid Bianca could only imagine the length of his cock when erect. Şarpe stood at the end of the altar and grabbed Bianca’s ankles to pull her pelvis to his hardening prick. Bianca’s cunny gaped open invitingly and glistened with the excitement Bianca refused to acknowledge.

Vivianna used the knife to cut Bianca’s bonds free from her wrists and whispered in the girl’s ear, “You will not try to escape. You will stay lying on this altar until I tell you otherwise. You will enjoy whatever Şarpe does to you.”

Şarpe stood with his crotch inches away from Bianca’s. His cock hardened as he reveled in Bianca’s fearful expression once she realized she was not resisting his advance though her hands were untied and she could attempt an escape. Şarpe’s erection rose in the air like a long, thick pole until it extended past his belly to his abdomen. Şarpe grabbed his cock and rubbed the head of his prick up and down the underside of Bianca’s thigh, making her shudder with both revulsion and anticipation. Bianca kept her knees and thighs pressed tightly together to prevent Şarpe from coming anywhere near her with that monstrous thing growing between his legs.

“You will open your thighs for the Viscount,” commanded Vivianna. Bianca shivered and felt her nipples tingle and harden when Vivianna licked inside her ear. “Show him all of yourself.”

Bianca knew she was far too proper to ever perform such a ribald action but she looked down with shock as her knees moved apart of their own volition and bared her most private areas for the Viscount. Bright, downy blonde fur surrounded the pink, swollen lips of Bianca’s labia. Bianca felt shame coloring her face a dark red hue as she stuck her legs in the air so her thighs were spread as far apart as possible. A droplet of arousal dripped from the bottom of Bianca’s cunny to the altar as she spread herself open. She practically invited Şarpe to stare at her cunny. He could probably see deep inside her opening considering how far she had gaped her legs open. Shorthair and the Pale One gathered behind Şarpe to take in the delectable view as well. They giggled and tittered amongst themselves as they watched Bianca debasing herself and amused themselves by pinching Şarpe’s tight buttocks and stroking his rock-hard erection.

“So you follow verbal commands,” Vivianna commented as she observed Bianca putting herself on full display. “Will you obey my thoughts as well? I believe you will.”

“I want you to stick your rod deep in my cunt and frig me hard with it,” Bianca told Şarpe. “Fill my cunt with your sticky seed.” She immediately covered her mouth with her hand as her eyes widened. Had that been her own voice speaking such filth? What made her say such a thing?

Bianca’s hand left her mouth and creeped from her face down to the rest of her body. Her hand stopped at her breast and pinched her nipple hard enough until she gasped before moving down past her belly to her loins. Bianca tried to pull her hand away, but her own body refused to obey her mind’s command. Bianca’s back stretched and flexed from excruciating pleasure as she felt her hand massaging her genitals. She couldn’t believe how wet she felt. Bianca moaned involuntarily before she dipped her fingertips inside her opening. Bianca grabbed ahold of her labia with the fingers of both hands and spread her lips wide apart.

“Take a good look at your new dwelling,” Bianca told Şarpe with a mortified expression on her face. “You are welcome to enter any time you like.”

Bianca stuck the fingers of one hand as deep inside her as they could reach and flicked her clitoris furiously with her other hand. Tears dripped down from her eyes as she couldn’t help touching herself and moaning like a whore in front of her gathered enemies. I don’t want this at all, Bianca thought as she gritted her teeth to keep from moaning while she wept. So why am I still doing it? God, that feels good… Maybe the ritual had worked after all. Bianca certainly did not feel like herself.

“I’m so wet with desire for you,” Bianca found herself saying. It was true. She didn’t feel like she was aroused at all but her fingers were drenched with a hot stickiness that leaked unbidden from her cunny. “Stop it!” Bianca screamed in contention with her own self before throwing her head back and moaning, “No, please don’t. God, please take me now…”

Şarpe held his fully erect shaft pointed at the opening of Bianca’s glistening wet cunt and placed the head of his cock outside the open mouth of her cunny. Şarpe took Bianca by the hips and shoved almost the entire length of his shaft inside her with a single thrust. Bianca gasped as felt herself suddenly filled with Şarpe’s giant, throbbing member. He slowly slid the length of his cock out of Bianca until she was emptied and then penetrated her again even harder and deeper. Şarpe held Bianca by her legs and made her groan with exertion as he began thrusting back and forth against her.

“Damn you,” Bianca cursed and wept as she found she actually enjoyed being fucked. “I hate you all.”

Şarpe’s long, stiff prick felt amazing inside her. It felt so good to have him heaving against her as he held Bianca tightly in place with his hands grasping the underside of her knees. His cock was large and thick, the perfect size for a woman who wanted a painful challenge with their lovemaking. Bianca hadn’t felt the touch of a man since before her husband died and she had nearly forgotten what a cock felt like as it penetrated inside her. Bianca pushed her body back against Şarpe’s and curled her feet together around his back, drawing him deeper inside her with every thrust.

While her mind rebelled, Bianca’s body made it clear that she wanted Şarpe to fuck her senseless. To Bianca’s horror, she couldn’t realize any more if Vivianna was making her want this or if Bianca genuinely desired to feel Şarpe deep inside her. Regardless, she moaned with pleasure and grunted like an animal as Şarpe used her body for his sexual satisfaction.

Şarpe grinned and winked at Bianca as she glared at him murderously while he fucked her. “So this will be the second Pierocent sister I’ve had my cock inside of in as many days,” Şarpe remarked with amusement. “Shall I make it a third tomorrow night?”

“You bastard,” Bianca snarled as she pulled her feet back against Şarpe so that he fully penetrated her. She raised her bottom off the altar and groaned as she rotated her pelvis around his prick so that it reached spaces inside Bianca that had hitherto gone unexplored. “You can have me but don’t you dare touch Mirela or Bela.”

Şarpe pulled out and then thrust himself hard against Bianca, penetrating her deeply enough to make a woman with a high pain threshold like Bianca possessed gasp with discomfort. He mocked Bianca by mimicking her cries of pain as he held himself still deep inside her. The friction and pressure of Şarpe’s cock filling Bianca’s tunnel felt incredible, better than anything she’d felt before. Better than any time she made love to her deceased husband. Bianca hated it.

“Shall I take your older sister first or make her watch helplessly while I have my way with the invalid?” Şarpe asked. “I don’t normally enjoy when they just lay there flopping around like a dead fish but maybe for your youngest sister I can make an exception.”

“You son of a whore and a dog,” Bianca growled. “I swear I’ll kill you for this. Now are you going to fuck me or not?”

Şarpe raised his eyebrow at Bianca. Had she said that of her own free will or been compelled to? Bianca didn’t even know any more. Şarpe’s prick was large enough that the top of his shaft just barely massaged Bianca’s admittedly large clitoris every time he pulled out, driving her ever closer to a powerful climax. Bianca wrapped her thighs more tightly around Şarpe’s middle and pulled him all the way inside her. Şarpe leaned over and laid the palm of his hands on the stone of the altar outside Bianca’s shoulders as he fucked her relentlessly.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Bianca moaned repeatedly as if she were speaking an incantation while Şarpe continued penetrating her. She ran her hands over his muscled back and grabbed his tight buttocks to help guide his pelvic thrusts inside her.

“Squirt your seed deep inside my womb,” Bianca begged. “I want you to impregnate me with your corruption.”

Bianca definitely hadn’t said that voluntarily. She also hadn’t intended to begin chanting in unison with the others of this coven. They resumed their incessant off-tune singing while Şarpe fucked her and Bianca began chanting along with them. Bianca didn’t even understand the meaning or language of the words they spoke, but she found she could pronounce every syllable perfectly in time with the other members of this infernal choir. The language felt obscene and evil upon Bianca’s tongue, but she couldn’t make herself stop singing. Şarpe stared down at her, smiling his wolf’s grin as Bianca allowed him to violate her. With her legs and arms wrapped around Şarpe while she slammed her pelvis against his, Bianca’s body had evidently accepted the violation even if her mind hadn’t.

Vivianna moved next to Bianca and laid her hands upon the altar, using the stone surface for leverage as she recovered from her weakness. “You can finish now,” Vivianna told Bianca.

As soon as Vivianna said the words, Bianca screamed with ecstasy as she felt a powerful orgasm surging through her body. Bianca’s body jerked and shuddered as waves of pleasure affected every area of her body from her head to the tips of her toes and fingers. A few seconds later, Bianca heard Şarpe grunt and felt his prick tremble within her as it pumped a sticky fluid deep inside her womb. Şarpe ejaculated strings of semen mixed with his blood that kept coming and coming far longer than any climax Bianca had ever experienced with her husband. She felt Şarpe’s wicked seed filling her completely until it coated all the inside of her cunny. The volume of the corrupt substance was so great that Bianca felt it sloshing around inside her as she moved. Vivianna walked over and pushed back on Şarpe’s chest, making him withdraw from Bianca with a groan before he pulled his trousers back up.

Vivianna traced her fingernails over the outside of Bianca’s womb, scratching softly against the skin below Bianca’s belly button. Vivianna curled her fingers in Bianca’s furry pubis before sticking a finger inside of Bianca’s cunny. Bianca’s opening had been stretched wide open by Şarpe’s penetration and was slick with sweat, blood, and the ejaculate of both her and Şarpe. Bianca gasped as Vivianna easily inserted her finger deep inside her and swirled it around. Vivianna withdrew her finger which had a sticky red-white mass clinging to it. Vivianna promptly pressed her coated digit against Bianca’s mouth. Bianca spread her lips and accepted Vivianna’s offering without protest, sucking the sticky substance from Vivianna’s finger. The combination of vampiric blood and seed tasted salty and metallic, plus it also contained the same distinct taint that Bianca had detected when Vivianna made her black corruption drip from her cunny into Bianca’s mouth. Once Bianca swallowed the seed, Vivianna began chanting again and an awareness formed between Bianca and the inhabitant of another realm. Suddenly there was a strange presence occupying the room.

Bianca felt this mysterious intruder inspecting her body, poking and prodding at her while it attempted to invade her mind. She could have sworn she felt clawed hands pawing at her breasts and thighs but when she looked down there was nothing touching her. Bianca gasped as she felt something long and hard pushing its way first inside her cunny and then at the same time she felt the same thing penetrating deep inside her arse. Her anus gaped on its own and stretched open and closed as if something invisible was spreading her asshole open and fucking it. Bianca wanted to scream but she couldn’t move her mouth as this incorporeal presence took her mouth next. She gagged and choked as an invisible phallus invaded her mouth and filled it down into her throat. Bianca felt all three of her holes being filled and the barrier of her mind was the next part of her that was penetrated. This thing, whatever it was, had assumed complete control of her and was marking Bianca’s body as its own.

Vivianna raised the witching knife above her head and whatever was molesting Bianca fled for the moment. Bianca noticed Vivianna’s body was trembling and a vein on her neck popped through her skin due to strain. Bianca had the impression that this invisible spirit was attacking the sorceress. The witch engaged in a battle of wills with the spirit, the only proof of which was the gems set in the hilt of the knife glowing with an unearthly red light. Vivianna pointed the knife at Bianca and the light transferred from the tip of the blade to Bianca’s body along a surging red beam. A deafening noise sounded that shook the sanctum and Bianca’s body jerked upward further and further until her body lifted off the slab. Her eyeballs rolled back into her head and her mouth hung open in a soundless scream while she levitated. Then the red light surrounding her went out and Bianca collapsed to the altar where she laid unconscious.

After Bianca remained deathly still for over a moment, the Pale One asked, “Is it over? Is the ritual complete?”

“Is it done,” Vivianna said feebly as her knees shook and she steadied herself with a hand upon the altar. “We’ve successfully corrupted her and stolen a piece of her soul away. With blood, ash, and death I summoned a demonic spirit and tempted it with the girl’s body. It tried attacking me but I was able to defeat the demon and force it to take possession of the girl before chaining it to my command. The demon’s spirit filled the hole of Bianca’s soul that was stolen away. Her human spirit has been combined with that of a demon’s.”

“Will she still be the same?” Shorthair wondered.

“Oh, she will still be Bianca Pierocent on the outside,” Vivianna assured them with a sinister grin that looked terrifying on her aged, wrinkled face. “But she will not be the same. Her base personality and appearance might seem familiar, but this spirit that we provided a host body to is going to reward us for its new form by making Bianca do whatever we want.”

Vivianna stroked Bianca’s blonde hair while the girl murmured unintelligibly. “A part of her that is the real Bianca remains in there,” Vivianna said as she tapped the middle of Bianca’s forehead. “But she no longer controls her own body. She will watch but be unable to act as we force her to do terrible things to please us.”

“A fitting punishment if I’ve ever heard one,” Demitru Turenau said with a smile. “Rather than slay her, we’ve made her our thrall.”

Bianca sighed and stretched as if she were awaking from a great slumber. Instead of screaming or trying to escape Bianca instead made a small smile as she looked around the sanctum with new eyes. Bianca felt like she had been born again and had never been more comfortable in her own ski . Speaking of her own body, she felt an overwhelming urge to use her new form. Bianca stared at the weakling Vampyr who had just spoken and gaped her legs open for him before reaching down and spreading the lips of her cunt apart until her pink insides were displayed. She smiled with a grin that was wider than should have been humanly possible.

It had been centuries since Demitru Turenau held an appetite for anything besides blood, but he felt like punishing this girl for the murder of his eldest brother. He lifted up his robes and slid his long, thin prick that hadn’t been used in decades inside of her. Bianca stared at him with a lustful, satisfied look on her face as he entered her. Demitru fucked the girl roughly, caring neither for her pleasure nor his own. He hoped that the part her that was still human could feel the humiliation and pain he inflicted upon her. It was impossible to see any hurt or shame looking at the blonde though, she howled as he penetrated her and it seemed her enjoyment increased the worse he mistreated her.

Bianca looked over at Vivianna. The Countess’ gray, mottled skin made her look like she’d aged forty years though her hair color remained raven black. Bianca offered with a grin, “Here my Mistress, to me. I know what it is you need.”

Bianca tipped her head to the side so her neck was bared for the Countess invitingly. Vivianna knelt to the floor reverently and cradled Bianca’s head in her hands. Vivianna felt the familiar bloodlust overwhelming her and she snarled in anticipation before sinking her fangs into Bianca’s throat. Bianca growled with pleasure as Vivianna began feeding upon her. She moaned for Demitru to fuck her harder so he might increase the strength of the sensations provided by Vivianna’s mouth sucking on her neck.

While Vivianna fed upon the willing blonde girl, Turenau’s brides stood to either side of the altar and lowered themselves to their knees. Shorthair and the Pale One laid their hand upon the cone of Bianca’s breast that was closest to them and fondled the girl’s chest with furious massaging motions. The brides leaned over and wetted the buds of Bianca’s nipples with quick licks of their tongues before clamping their teeth down upon them and biting so hard that blood began to leak from Bianca’s breasts. Bianca laughed as the women sucked upon her teats, nursing their nourishment from her chest as if they were babes.

Bianca proved insatiable and Demitru’s pace slowed and he became flaccid before his underutilized member allowed him to climax. Demitru glared murderously at the girl mocking him while his brother took Demitru’s place between Bianca’s legs. Though Fane Turenau despised the girl who had destroyed his brother, he didn’t treat her roughly the way Demitru did. He wanted to take his time and enjoy this as he penetrated and exited Bianca’s body with excruciating slowness. Fane reached down and used his thumb to play with Bianca’s clitoris as he fucked her, hoping that in her mind Bianca would be horrified that her body derived pleasure from this defilement. Bianca arched her back and groaned as she took a cock the same time her neck and breasts were fed upon.

Wanting to violate Bianca even further, Fane pulled his cock out of her cunny and stroked the accumulated wetness over the length of his prick before shoving his curved staff up her arsehole. Bianca cried out in pleasure at the pain and licked her lips as Fane squeezed his shorter, but thicker cock through her anus. Bianca pushed herself back against Fane’s penetration, pulling him even deeper inside her bottom. Bianca’s dirty hole felt deliciously tight as it clenched around Fane’s cock.

Bianca told Fane with a wink, “I promise I enjoy feeling your cock defile my filthy shithole even more than you do. Now stick it in harder and deeper. There, that’s it. I should be bleeding before you’re through.”

Fane stared at Bianca aghast. In all his years he had never seen anything like this. There was nothing they could do to shame, humiliate, or agonize her. Torture was ecstasy to the creature that inhabited the blonde girl’s form.

Vivianna forced herself to stop feeding upon Bianca. She could have drunk from that delicious well all night long but they still needed the girl alive. Vivianna wouldn’t squander the opportunity afforded by having a demon under her control. Vivianna’s color looked much healthier after her feeding and the wrinkles that had formed all over her body were far less noticeable. It would take a few days and a few more feedings before she reassumed her original beauty, however. Vivianna rose to her feet and allowed first Demitru and then Şarpe to feed from Bianca next. After taking his fill of her, Şarpe went to stand behind Fane. Şarpe wanted another go at Bianca once Fane was finished, that is if Fane ever tired of sticking his cock in Bianca’s arse.

Vivianna allowed the brides to suckle from Bianca for another moment before gripping their hair viciously and tearing their mouths from Bianca’s chest. One of Bianca’s nipples had nearly been torn away from her areola, the grip of the vampire’s fangs were so strong. The Pale One and Shorthair whined greedily with blood covered mouths as they were denied a second helping of their meal. Bianca’s blood had been smeared all over her breasts and filled in the lines seared into her chest by the demonic script necessary for the summoning.

“Enough,” Vivianna snarled. “She is very difficult to kill now, but overfeeding her will surely do so which would leave her useless to us. I plan on having this one as our plaything and ready-made meal for ages.”

Vivianna looked over at Fane and told him, “Take what you need from her and then we must give Bianca’s body time to replenish.”

Fane licked his lips and lifted Bianca’ foot to his mouth. He licked the tendons of her ankle before clamping his razor sharp incisors down on the vein tracing its way up from Bianca’s calve to her ankle. The taste of blood was so satisfying in his mouth as he fed upon the fluid seeping from Bianca’s wound that Fane grunted and jerked his body as his humours were immediately expelled inside of Bianca’s rectum.

Fane groaned as he thrust himself as deep inside Bianca’s ass as he could reach and filled her with his bloody ejaculate. The vileness of his seed would have poisoned and corrupted the girl if she had still been human, but it was impossible for her to become any more tainted. As Fane pulled out of her, Bianca sprayed an incredulous Fane’s own semen back at him with a mighty blast that left red-white cream gushing out of her anus to pool on top of the altar. The half-demon Bianca had transformed into winked at Fane and told him he could fuck her in the bottom any time he desired.

Şarpe retook his place between Bianca’s legs after Fane removed himself. Şarpe rolled the blonde girl over and pulled her up by her hips until she was sitting on her hands and knees. He took Bianca from behind as a beast would do to its mate and Bianca looked back at Şarpe with a tooth-bared grin as he held her waist and penetrated her deeply. While Şarpe had his fun, Vivianna turned her head and regarded one of the columns in the sanctuary.

“You can come out now, Porles,” called Vivianna. “I’ve known you were there this entire time.”

The housekeeper inched his way out from behind the column and shrugged nervously. “I was in here tidying up when I saw you’se all were coming in,” he explained. “I didn’t want to interfere.”

Porles had served in the Turenau household for over ten years now, acting as a liaison to the living for the undead host who employed him. He worshipped Vivianna and the other brides and so committed terrible acts in the name of the Turenaus hoping that the females would occasionally reward him for his unswerving loyalty. In rare circumstances, the vampire brides did allow him the use of their bodies to retain his loyalty and obedience. Sex meant nothing to these women now that their forms had become so perverted. Porles loved the way Vivianna would bite down on his prick while she sucked his cock so that she slowly drew both his blood and semen into her mouth. The only part he didn’t like was that after having sex the vampires would make an impromptu meal of him. It felt great at the time and he came multiple times while they took turns feeding upon him and riding his cock but he always felt ill for days afterward until his blood supply replenished. Porles still held out hope that one day his masters and mistresses would turn him and make him as they were, granting him the power and immortality he craved most of all.

“Closer, come to me,” Vivianna beckoned to Porles. The newly formed wrinkles and blemishes on her face had nearly all faded, though she still looked about two decades older than she had hours ago. Porles approached Vivianna hesitantly. It was impossible to ever know if the Countess wanted to fuck him, suck him, or murder him.

“How hard did you get watching us corrupt this poor girl?” Vivianna wondered aloud.

Vivianna reached down and jerked Porles’s crotch through his trousers. Vivianna grinned at what she had found. “Dirty, dirty man,” she remarked.

Vivianna practically shoved Porles over to the front of Bianca before pulling his pants down. Bianca rocked back and forth on the altar, pushing herself back against Şarpe’s thrusts while Porles’ short but fully erect cock stood inches away from her face. Vivianna grabbed ahold of Porles’s cock and pointed it at Bianca’s mouth.

“From now on, use this one when you require satisfaction,” Vivianna told Porles. “She’s our toy and we can play with her however we want.”

Bianca stole Porles’s cock away from Vivianna’s grasp greedily and easily stuffed its entire length into her mouth. Porles gasped as he felt his cock surrounded by Bianca’s wet, hot mouth. Her lips puckered and made a sucking motion while her tongue writhed all around his shaft. Bianca gave him a few long, hard sucks up and down his entire length before trailing her tongue down his rod to lick his hairy testicles. Bianca rubbed Porles’s cock against her face, worshipping it by massaging her cheeks and forehead with his meat before plunging her mouth back down over the mushroom-shaped head. Bianca slid her mouth down the entire length of Porle’s shaft and tried to choke herself with his cock. Porles grabbed the back of Bianca’s head and held her firmly in place as he fucked her in the mouth. Bianca reached up and grabbed Porles’ buttocks to help guide him down her throat. Bianca held her mouth open wide and made gobbling noises as the head of Porles’s cock touched the inside her throat every time his pelvis thrust. She absolutely loved getting a cock from both ends with Şarpe and Porles fucking either side of her.

Looking at Bianca’s body language it appeared she loved this mistreatment. She had never come so many times in one night before. Şarpe’s fantastic cock drove her to several more before the Viscount was finished with her. Bianca just couldn’t get enough of the teeth, tongues, and genitals of her new brethren. The creature calling herself Bianca knew she would gladly offer herself every night to willingly be used as the vampire’s source for food and pleasure. But somewhere locked deep within her own mind, the real Bianca screamed silently and begged for death.

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE