Chapter VI: The Descent

Mirela’s eyes snapped open and she gasped as she awoke from yet another nightmare. She seemed to experience the most awful dreams in this place. Morning sunshine seeped in through the window but even that faint light seemed to corrupt and darken as it passed through the frosty glass into the stone walls of the castle. Daytime. Mirela sat up and rubbed her eyes before stretching her arms upward with an extended yawn. She glanced over at Bela who snored loudly but slept peacefully next to her. Mirela’s body felt wet and her nightclothes were soaked through. Mirela realized she must have been suffering night sweats despite the ever present chill inside the accursed halls of this place.

Mirela’s dreams had been so vivid, so real that it seemed they were actually happening. She imagined the most horrible things being done to her beloved Bianca while Mirela slumbered. Bianca’s beautiful body had been tortured and abused and she had then been used for the sexual pleasure of the infernal inhabitants of the castle. The worst part was that Bianca had been a willing participant in her defilement and begged her captors for further mistreatment.

Mirela also remembered Loredana trying to enter her chamber sometime during the night in her dream. Was it a dream? Loredana had called her name in a sing-songy voice and scratched her fingernails against the wood of the door. She begged Mirela to let her in and complained of feeling cold and lonely. In her dream, Mirela had been about to let Loredana inside when she recalled Bianca advising her not to let anyone in until the morn. Mirela remembered feeling awful about doing so but she told Loredana not to return until daybreak and only then would Mirela let her inside their room. Loredana laughed at her and promised they would be seeing each other again soon enough before leaving Mirela alone for the rest of the night. Mirela shivered at the recollection of her dream memory.

Mirela climbed out of bed and winced as her toes touched the freezing surface of the stone floor. She wiggled them to try and regain some of the stolen warmth. Mirela thought of Bianca again and spun around frantically as she felt the familiar fear she had possessed since arriving at this castle rising again. Where was her sister? Mirela poked her head out the door to look down the hallway but saw nothing. She went to check Loredana and Bela’s previous room to be sure, neglecting to notice the marks of fingernail scratches upon her door. Mirela looked and looked in every room in this floor of the wing but Bianca was nowhere to be found.

Mirela sat down on the chair in her room and laid her head in her hands as she felt despair threatening to overwhelm her. Bianca wouldn’t have just left Mirela and Bela on their own like this. She was gone, and the reason could only be nefarious. Had she found Loredana? Had she seen too much? Mirela wondered how much more she would have to lose before this was done.

Before she allowed herself to break down and shed a single tear, Mirela raised her head and clenched her hands into fists with a determined look on her face. As long as she lived, she resolved never to give up. Mirela knew that somehow she would find her sisters again so there was nothing left to do but start looking. She quickly dressed herself in the long, white dress of the style she favored and left her youngest sister still sleeping. Mirela would just perform a quick search; she didn’t want to leave Bela alone for too long. She figured her little sister would be safe on her own for an hour or two anyways. Mirela only feared the nights at Sidexes.

Mirela must have looked a wretch if there were anyone actually here to see her. She hadn’t bathed in four days now and her skin felt grimy with accumulated sweat and dirt. Her hair was greasy and unkempt after going days without washing it. Mirela had pulled it back into a messy bun that had hair spilling every which direction from the tie. She could only venture a guess at how her hair looked without a mirror to inspect herself with. Her clothing looked fine at the very least, though in a few days she would be all out of clean wear. Mirela chuckled sardonically thinking that she might find some protection from Şarpe or Porles since it would be difficult to consider her desirable at this point.

Speaking of Porles, Mirela saw the housekeeper using a broom to at least attempt sweeping away the dust and spiderwebs that had accumulated in one of the corridors. Mirela avoided him deliberately and used a different, longer way she had learned while exploring the castle the day before. Mirela didn’t care if Porles might know where her sisters were, she didn’t trust the man and found something about him disturbing. Instead, she traveled to the main gate hoping to find the guard she met yesterday standing at his post. Jeph, Mirela thought she remembered his name as.

On her way, Mirela stopped inside the chapel to see if there was anyone in there. But the sanctum was empty and immaculately clean, as if it had just been washed spotless recently. Mirela frowned as this seemed significant but with no time to waste she turned and walked to the courtyard entrance.

Mirela hoped to convince Jeph to help her escape with Bela to the nearby cabin he spoke of before. They could hide there for a while and Mirela could at least keep Bela in a safe place until she found help. Then she would hopefully return with a coterie of knights to rescue her other sisters. How to convince Jeph? Mirela cherished her chastity, but she would gladly sleep with the man if that is what it took to escape from this terrible place. Her virginity meant far less to her than the safety of her family. Mirela was so desperate, she would gladly put his cock in her mouth or service him in any way he desired if it meant she could become free of Sidexes. There was little Mirela wouldn’t sacrifice for her family.

But when Mirela arrived at the gate, the guard was nowhere to be found. She walked around the outside of the castle but couldn’t find him anywhere. Mirela returned to the gate and tried to see if it could be opened but it had been barred shut with a heavy padlock chained to the entry. Even if she found the key, the bar looked heavy to lift even for an able-bodied man. Mirela remembered when she first arrived and it had taken the strength of both Jeph and Porles together to open the gate. Mirela tested the weight of the bar and knew she would be unable to open it by herself. She looked up at the sun and realized it was nearing midday already. Mirela slept in later than planned and she hadn’t meant to be out exploring this long. The day was already slipping away.

Mirela hurried back to her quarters hoping Bela had been alright on her own for so long. Mirela’s stomach rumbled loudly and she tried to stave off the pangs of hunger. She hadn’t eaten a proper meal since the dinner their first night at Sidexes and even then she hardly had any of her food. Mirela longed to find the larder to see if they had any food there but she also wanted to avoid Porles at all costs.

When Mirela opened the door to her room, a powerful stench attacked her nostrils. She choked back a retch and covered her nose as she approached Bela. Mirela’s sister was awake now, lying still under the bedcovers and staring up at the ceiling like usual. Mirela threw the blankets back and recognized immediately that Bela had soiled herself. The excrement staining Bela’s dress and bedsheets had produced the loathsome smell. I guess this is what I deserve for leaving her alone for so long, Mirela thought with disappointment at her own foolishness. Truth be told, she was happy to have something to do. Aiding her helpless sibling always seemed to calm and center Mirela and she hoped it might take her mind off the horror that surrounded her for a short time.

Mirela lifted the pitcher of water sitting on the table and found it empty. It had not been refilled since being left in their room the day before last. Who knows where the well they drew from even was. Or who was performing the task. Mirela began to suspect that there were no servants in this castle at all despite first appearances. She entered Loredana and Bela’s old room and took the mostly full pitcher of water from there. Mirela took a long drink straight from the pitcher and would have spat the stale water from her mouth if she hadn’t been so desperately thirsty. She brought the pitcher back to her room and set it on the stand next to the bed before getting to work.

Mirela rolled Bela over onto her stomach and undid the lacing of her dress before pulling the straps off Bela’s shoulders. Mirela pulled Bela’s dress down off her body rather than over her head to ensure none of the filth smeared Bela’s face or hair. Mirela used the bunched up cloth fabric of the dress to try and collect as much of the waste as possible. Once Mirela pulled the formerly pretty nightdress off, she carefully bundled it without touching any of the dirty stains and threw it out the open door into the hallway. She could care less about keeping this terrible place clean.

Mirela grabbed one of the extra dresses from her luggage and began tearing strips of cloth from it. It used to be one of Mirela’s most precious and favorite dresses, a fine lace smock embroidered with designs of flowers that had a wide, billowing skirt. She used to wear the dress to church and on feast days at the Pierocent manor. Mirela poured water onto the strips of cloth to dampen them and then used the makeshift rags to wipe clean Bela’s dirty bottom. Bela at least laid still and didn’t squirm at all as Mirela soaked her backside with the cool water and rubbed it clean. Once she had dirtied through one strip of cloth Mirela threw it onto the bundle outside the room and tore off another piece to use.

Once Bela was entirely clean, Mirela lifted Bela by her armpits and awkwardly carried her limp body over to the chair. Bela hunched slightly forward as Mirela placed her in the chair and she had to reposition Bela’s body so that she wouldn’t just collapse headfirst to the floor. Mirela tore the bedsheets from the mattress and threw them out the door in a pile with the rest of the accumulated waste. Hopefully the stench would dissipate soon.

Mirela tried dressing Bela in some of Mirela’s own clothes but had to contend with Bela’s unresponsive limbs to finagle the dress onto Bela’s prone form. The dress fit tightly on Bela’s wider, squatter form but Mirela chose one of her more loose-fitting dresses so it hopefully wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for her sister.

Once she had finished dressing Bela, Mirela sat on the floor and waited in silence with her sister. Mirela attempted some conversation with her sister but received no response. After a while, Mirela decided she would try and feed Bela. There were a few scraps of bread crust left that Mirela mixed with the water in a bowl to form a thick sort of broth. Mirela had to handfeed the food to Bela in the absence of any utensil. Bela had difficulty swallowing on her own and Mirela practically forced the food down her throat with her fingers. Mirela decided she would wait until Bela was finished before cleaning Bela’s saliva from her hand. As Bela’s mouth hung open, drool trickled down the right side of her lips to her chin.

Bela’s condition has worsened since they arrived at Sidexes. Despite her muteness, Bela used to still be able to use the privy, eat, dress herself, and follow simple instructions. Now she was practically comatose. Mirela originally planned to bring Bela with her and see if she could help Mirela open the gate but there was no way Bela could leave in this state. Even if they somehow found the key for the gate and got it open, Mirela would be venturing out into the wilderness at night with an invalid who couldn’t even sit up on her own without falling over.

Mirela sighed as she looked out the window and saw the sun already beginning its descent. In a few short hours, it would be dusk. Mirela feared the darkness more than anything about this place. The black of night seemed the time when terrible things happened here. Mirela’s only hope was to find wherever the Turenaus were keeping her sisters and try to rescue them so they might help her and Bela escape. Bianca would be there for her, Mirela knew it. She just had to find her. Mirela needed to find Loredana too, but the thought of losing her Bianca was almost too much for Mirela to bear. Now that her beloved was missing, Mirela regretted every second she had spent with Bianca without letting her know how much Mirela loved and cherished her.

Mirela glanced over at Bela sitting slumped in the chair with her head tilted limply to the side. Mirela hated the thought, but she would have to leave Bela on her own so she could search the castle. She needed to find Loredana and Bianca before night arrived and the darkness claimed them all.

Mirela knelt next to the chair Bela sat upon and lifted her sister’s chin until they were face to face. Mirela hoped to see some glimmer of recognition on Bela’s face but the girl’s eyes looked right past Mirela, unable to regard her sister sitting right in front of her. Mirela laid her hands over Bela’s cheeks and spoke softly to her.

“Bela, I…” started Mirela before her voice cracked into a sob. “I need to go away for a little while. Hopefully, I won’t be long. I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened to you, my sweet Bela. I’m sorry I have to leave you but I don’t have a choice. We should never have come here, this is all my fault. I just wanted everything to be good for you again… and for Loredana and Bianca too. I’ve failed you all.”

Tears streamed down Mirela’s face now, but she couldn’t help crying as she continued. “I hope to see you once again, my beautiful little sister. But in case I don’t return, I want you to know that I love you very, very much. May God protect you and keep you.”

Mirela lifted her sister’s body up and carried Bela to the bed before laying her down gently on the mattress. There were no clean sheets remaining but at least one of the blankets remained unstained. Mirela pulled the cover over Bela’s body and tucked her in tightly. She leaned down and kissed Bela upon her brow, cheek, and mouth. Bela continued staring upwards uncomprehendingly.

“Goodbye, Bela,” said Mirela. “I’ll see you again, whether in this life or the next one.

Mirela stifled a sob as she departed from the room and shut the door behind her. Unfortunately, she couldn’t lock it from outside. Mirela prayed she would find one of her other sisters quickly. If something went wrong tonight Mirela had no idea what would happen to Bela without someone to take care of her. Mirela had thought Bianca quite silly at the time, but now she wished she had the foresight Bianca possessed to bring a weapon with her. Too late for that now. Mirela peeked outside a window and saw the sun lowering behind the mountain range. Orange sunlight beamed down through the valley cradling the castle, but the day was fading fast. Mirela needed to hurry. Fortunately, she knew exactly where she was going.

Mirela stepped lightly through the halls as she searched for Porles. She finally located him in the wine cellar where he was apparently bottling some of the house wine. He looked tired, as if he had slept little the previous night. Mirela heard chattering little noises and noticed Porles holding something in his hands right above the wine bottle. Mirela creeped down the stairwell to get a better look, wincing as the stairs creaked beneath her feet and released years of gathered dust. But fortunately Porles had neither seen nor heard her intrusion.

Mirela obtained a better angle and peered out between the wooden bars of the stair. She saw that Porles held a large, hairy rat in his hands with its head sticking out above while its long pink tail hung down below the hole made by Porles’ fists. The rat bit at Porles’ hand repeatedly and wriggled desperately within his grip but the housekeeper held the vermin unflinchingly. Mirela covered her mouth in shock as Porles leaned down and bit the head off the rat. The rat’s tail swung wildly as Porles’ teeth separated its head from its neck and he chewed on it before swallowing. Porles tipped the rat’s body over and squeezed it tightly so its blood and viscera dripped into the bottle of wine. A screen filter above the lip of the bottle prevented any solid organs from slipping through into the wine. When Porles could draw no more blood from the rodent he cast its ruined body aside and used a device to cork the bottle.

Mirela remembered tasting the wine a few nights earlier and wondering what ingredient gave the wine such a uniquely awful taste. Now that Mirela knew for sure she leaned over against the wall and retched. She could only dry heave with her stomach so empty, which caused an inordinate amount of pain in her side. Just when Mirela thought she had fully recovered, she recalled an image of Loredana drinking the wine greedily and smearing it all over her lips. This time, Mirela did vomit the scant remaining contents of her stomach. She wiped the bile from her lip and with steely determination she resolved to finally do something about her predicament.

Mirela hefted a loose cobblestone in her hand that she had picked up on the way through the eastern wing of the castle. She descended the stairs as silently as possible and crept up behind Porles. Merila brought the stone down upon his scalp with as much force as she could bear. The large man crumpled instantly and sank to the floor. Blood poured from the wound at the back of his head but he still breathed at least. Mirela might despise these people but she was no killer.

The first order of business was to find some food. Mirela couldn’t be going to war on an empty stomach. She found a secret pantry in the wine cellar that Porles must hoard food in so he wouldn’t have to share with the castle’s guests. Mirela grabbed a small wheel of hard cheese and a loaf of bread from the pantry and devoured them with the least amount of modesty and delicacy she had ever employed in a meal. Mirela stuffed more bread and cheese into the pocket of her dress in case she needed something to feed Bela later on.

Mirela nearly strained herself as she rolled Porles’ large form onto his back and discovered what she had been looking for. The large skull comprising the bow of the crypt key stared back at her with a deathly grim smile. Mirela undid the keyring from Porles’ belt and tied the entire set of keys to her waistband. The keys would jingle and jangle as she walked which limited any stealth Mirela could muster, but it was worth it to possess full access to every room in the castle. Mirela also found a small, but very sharp knife holstered on Porles’ belt. Mirela took the knife and holster as well, hoping that it would provide at least some form of protection. She briefly considered simply slitting the man’s throat as he laid unconscious and defenseless upon the floor. But the notion was dismissed from her mind as soon as Mirela thought of it. She couldn’t allow herself to become savage and murderous like the fiends who lived here or she would be no better than they.

Mirela left Porles lying there in the cellar and retraced her steps back to the crypt entrance. The only locked door Mirela had found in this castle had to be hiding something of importance behind it. Mirela pressed the key into the lock and turned it until she heard the click. She tore the lock from the clasp that held the two doors together and slowly swung them open. Mirela ducked as a group of flying, hairy creatures flew out of the opened doors. She heard the chattering of the bats as they flew by her head. After they left to no longer disturb her, Mirela stood up and stared into the pit.

Mirela wrinkled her nose as a sour, decaying stench wafted up from below. Thin stone steps led downward in a steep descent. Barely visible at the very bottom of the stairs was a faint light like the glow of a lit candle. Something was down there. Mirela took a deep breath and gathered her courage. She pulled the stolen knife out of its holster and brandished the blade outward as she stepped down into the darkness.

xxxxx

Bela awoke with a shiver in the deepening darkness of early night. The blanket that had been covering her was on the floor and must have been waylaid as Bela tossed and turned in bed. The room was lit faintly by a burning candle on the nightstand but Bela had no idea who lighted it. Bela sat up and looked about the room. This place was unknown to her though it seemed somewhat familiar. Like something out of a dream.

It seemed as if Bela herself had just woken from a long and strange dream. She recalled something of a carriage ride and an arrival at a dark and foreboding castle. Otherwise, only bits and pieces could be recalled. The ending of the dream must have been very pleasant though. The mattress beneath her felt wet and Bela lifted her dress to look between her legs. Whatever had leaked from her cunny that soaked the bed was definitely not urine.

Were her sisters here too? Bela seemed to remember seeing their faces but had no idea where they had disappeared to. Bela climbed out of bed and felt the cool mountain air passing up her dress and between her damp legs. She shivered as she reached for the door handle. The old wooden door creaked loudly as Bela swung it open but there seemed to be no one around to hear. The hallway outside her chamber was silent and empty. Bela stepped lightly with her bare feet touching the cobbled stone of the castle floor. Lit torches hanging on the walls every ten paces or so illuminated her way with their flickering lights. Bela wasn’t exactly sure where she was going but she seemed to know the way instinctively.

Bela searched her memory and tried to recall the last event she could clearly remember. Her last clear recollection had definitely been while she still lived at the Pierocent manor. Bela remembered hearing a strange noise in the night and she began wandering the manor to investigate the disturbance quite similarly to how she now explored this strange castle. Bela heard the noise again, and found it was coming from her parent’s room. It was a thumping sound she heard along with a strange, low, guttural, bestial noise she couldn’t quite describe. Bela knew she shouldn’t open the door to her parent’s room without announcing herself first. When Bela was eight years old she had been admonished harshly for invading her parent’s private chamber.

When she still but a girl, Bela went into her parent’s room without knocking and found her mother and father naked on their bed. Mama sat atop Papa as he laid in bed and rode him like a horse while Papa kneaded Mama’s breasts and slapped her hard on the bottom. Mama still looked pretty and slim even after birthing seven children and burying three. Papa sat up straight and pulled Mama into his lap where their pelvises grinded slowly against each other and they moaned loudly as Papa bit Mama on the neck. Bela could see her mother’s cunny as she lifted herself off father’s hairy thing and then heaved herself back down upon it. They both made such funny noises as they tumbled together that Bela couldn’t help giggling.

Mama and Papa both screamed and desisted from their activity immediately when they looked over and noticed Bela standing there staring at them with her hand covering her mouth. Since the whipping both her mother and father inflicted upon her as punishment for interrupting them, Bela had avoided their room and refused to go in under any circumstances. But something about the strangeness of that evening seemed vivid in Bela’s memory and the unexplainable noises Bela heard from Mama and Papa’s room made Bela’s curiosity get the better of her.

Bela opened the door to her parent’s chamber as silently as possible and peeked inside. She found her mother lying in bed beneath a man who was not Bela’s father. This man had a strong looking back and muscled calves whereas her father had grown soft and flabby since his accident. This stranger was dressed in finery though his boots had been pulled off and his trousers were bunched up in a pile on the floor. The front of Mama’s shift had been ripped open to reveal her bountiful chest which bounced up and down as the man moved against her. The bottom of Mama’s shift had been hiked up above her waist to access her thighs and cunny while the man thrust himself violently against her. The man’s face was obscured with his mouth pressed to Mama’s throat. Bela’s mother moaned loudly in ecstasy with every sharp thrust of the man’s pelvis and made odd gurgling sounds in her throat as the stranger ravaged her half-naked body.

Bela gasped when she noticed her father looking at her. Not her father’s personage, but rather his head lying on the floor in a pool of blood. His decapitated body was draped over a blood-splattered chair in the far corner of the room. The man penetrating Bela’s mother slowed his thrusting and looked over when he heard Bela cry out. His face was gorgeous, though it was hard to tell with Mama’s blood smeared all over the lower portion of it. Bela’s mother laid deathly still, staring at nothing and making short, rasping breaths that sounded horrid to hear. Bela saw now that the entire side of Mama’s throat had been torn open and blood was pouring out of her neck onto the mattress of the bed. The man who had been feeding upon Bela’s mother grinned wolfishly with his sharp teeth and advanced toward her. Bela’s eyes bulged when she looked down at his enormously erect penis standing straight up and slightly curving like a sabre. The man’s cock glistened wet with her mother’s juices in the dim light. Bela backed away from him slowly as he approached her until she ran into someone behind her. She felt two soft hands grabbing her shoulders from behind.

That was the last thing Bela remembered clearly. Everything following that night was a blur that all seemed to run together in a senseless mess. Had it been a day since then? A month? Years? She had somehow ended up in this castle, this dark abode that haunted her dreams. Bela continued down the corridors of this nightmare place but stopped short when she felt a presence near her. Goosepimples prickled the flesh of her arms and legs as a chill came over her. She thought she heard whispering down the hallway but when she spun around there was no one to be seen. The whispering then came from the opposite direction but when Bela turned back around the corridor was empty again. Bela heard footsteps approaching her from behind. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply as she tried to keep the alarm she felt from making her hysterical. A hand clasped Bela’s shoulder.

“Who’s there?” Bela asked.

xxxxx

Mirela stumbled forward as her foot lifted from the bottom stair and touched the floor at the bottom of the long descent. The steps seemed to have gone on forever down into the darkness. How deep was this place? Mirela followed the light that strengthened the closer Mirela approached to guide her path. She walked through an antechamber that had niches along the walls but curiously no skeletons filling them. Mirela continued down the corridor until she entered a large oval-shaped room filled with coffins. The light she saw from the top of the stair had come from candelabras sitting in every corner of the room and candles hanging upon the walls. Despite the fact that someone had obviously been down here, the room was as quiet as a grave. Why would someone have locked the crypt if there were candles still lit down here?

Mirela heard chittering noises and recoiled in horror as she saw dozens of rats feasting on a corpse lying in one the jail cells. The disgusting rodents scurried away as Mirela approached, revealing a ruined half-eaten corpse. The sight was bad enough, but when the smell hit Mirela’s nostrils she doubled over and vomited the meager contents of her stomach onto the stone floor. So much for her first meal in days. Mirela wished she had a stronger stomach or was made of tougher stuff like Bianca. She didn’t want to approach any closer but she had to know. Mirela stepped with trepidation but then felt an overwhelming sense of relief calming her senses when she confirmed that the corpse wore men’s clothing rather than a woman’s. She wondered who this person had been and how they met this awful fate. The rats had chewed away the man’s lips, ears, nose, and eyeballs, making it near impossible to identify him.

Mirela noticed there was another body lying face down in a nearby cell. Upon closer inspection Mirela found it was the corpse of Jeph, the guard who had been stationed at the gate. He was lying facedown in a pool of his own blood with multiple stab wounds puncturing his back. Stains and splatters on the floor made it apparent that he had been attacked outside the cell and then dragged within. Mirela hadn’t seen bloodstains in any other area of the crypt so he must have been lured down here and then murdered. So much for any rescue. Mirela hadn’t known Jeph well, but he seemed kind and she mourned his death. Mirela was about to leave this awful place when she heard a whimpering voice from outside the cells.

“Help me…” the voice called pathetically. Mirela spun around and tried to detect the source of the plea but found no one in the main chamber though the voice clearly originated from that direction. “Please help….” the voice pleaded again. It was an obviously female voice though it sounded quite weak.

“Who’s there?” Mirela demanded. “Show yourself!”

“Mirela?” said the unknown voice. “Is that you?”

Mirela covered her mouth as she gasped. Could it really be? Mirela followed the source of the voice to the newest looking coffin set near the center of the room. The voice called Mirela’s name again and Mirela realized it was coming from within the coffin. Mirela replaced the long knife back inside its holster and laid both her hands on top of the stone tomb. Mirela pushed with all her strength until the stone lid of the coffin slowly gave way till Mirela could throw it over the side of the coffin to clatter loudly against the floor.

Mirela looked inside the coffin and found Loredana lying there with her arms crossed against her chest. At some point she had changed into a tight, clinging black dress similar to what the Countess Turenau wore to dinner a couple nights before. The tight fabric had a sloping neckline that only covered the outside portion of her breasts and left the redhead’s nipples precariously covered. Loredana’s face was a deathly pale white and the skin around her eyes looked dark and sickly. Her eyes snapped open and her face slowly broke into a grin as she regarded her oldest sister.

“I knew you would come back for me,” said Loredana with a fierce gaze. Mirela nearly shied away from the intensity of Loredana’s green eyes.

“Is everything alright?” Mirela asked hesitantly. “What in God’s name are you doing trapped down here inside a coffin?”

“Everything is fine,” Loredana answered before yawning lazily and stretching out her arms like a feline would. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.”

“Hurry and come with me,” Mirela urged as she tugged on Loredana’s arm. Good Lord, her body is freezing, thought Mirela. “We need to find Bianca and get out of here as quick as possible.”

“What’s the rush?” Loredana asked with a shrug. “Why don’t you come in here so I can embrace my dearest sister.”

Mirela backed away from the coffin slowly and asked, “What is wrong with you, Loredana? You seem… different.”

Loredana rose out of the coffin to her feet without bending her knees, almost as if she were being pulled into the air by some invisible force. The bottom of her dress flowed long and billowy and she lifted the hem up above her knees daintily as she stepped down from the coffin onto the floor. Loredana’s heaving bosom threatened to spill out of the upward slash in the middle of her dress as her breasts bounced along with her every step.

“It’s still me, sister,” Loredana insisted. Mirela didn’t believe her and she also didn’t like the way Loredana looked at her. Like a predator sizing up its prey. “Am I not still beautiful?” she asked.

Loredana certainly was so, despite her haggard look. The dark around her eyes made her seem sickly but also provided her with a desperate, lustful cast. Loredana’s body language and appearance exuded an even stronger sexual energy than what she’d possessed before, which was no small feat. Mirela’s eyes became drawn to Loredana’s cleavage rising and falling as she breathed and Mirela quickly changed the subject.

“Where have you been the last two days?” Mirela demanded. “We were worried sick over you.”

Loredana shrugged and said, “I’ve been spending most of my time with Viscount Şarpe and the Countess Vivianna. I made love to both of them several times. They are even more insatiable than I am, if you can believe it. Knowing that I’ve slept with Eduard and Vivianna at the same time doesn’t bother you, does it? I’m still trying to decide whether his cock or her cunt tastes better on my tongue.”

“I’ve ceased to be shocked by the lengths you will go to to achieve your satisfaction,” Mirela answered gruffly. “If you’ve been copulating with those two fiends I must say it explains a great deal.”

“Always judging, aren’t you Mirela? You need to release your inhibitions, my darling one,” Loredana said with amusement. “Your chastity has gained you nothing in this life.”

Loredana reached for Mirela and caressed her cheek with the back of her hand. Mirela shivered and flinched away. Her sister’s hands were icy cold, as if there were no warmth remaining within her. Though Loredana looked as gorgeous as ever, if a bit haggard, Mirela felt a sudden sense of revulsion at her touch. Mirela shuffled her feet slowly backward away from her sister. Loredana stared intently at Mirela as she stalked her, gaining a step for every one Mirela took.

“Have I ever told you how delectable you look?” asked Loredana. “True, your breasts are smaller than I like. But those legs and that tight little bottom of yours… I simply can’t wait to taste you. And I mean that in more ways than you can possibly understand.”

“Loredana, you’re scaring me,” Mirela said as she continued creeping backward.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, beloved,” Loredana said as she stretched her arms out and lunged at her sister. “I promise this will only hurt for a second.”

Mirela reacted instantly as Loredana leaped at her with talon-like fingernails extended. Mirela pulled the stolen knife out of its holster and placed it directly in the path of her attacking sibling. But the strangest thing happened as Loredana’s chest made contact with the edge of the blade. The dagger should have penetrated through the center of Loredana’s chest right between her breasts. But instead the knife seemed to turn away of its own accord right before the tip could puncture Loredana’s chest. The flat of the blade and Mirela’s wrist pressed against Loredana’s right breast which elicited a lecherous smile from the redhead. Mirela only allowed the shock of the knife’s failure to affect her for a second. Though Loredana was unharmed by Mirela’s defense, she hesitated with surprise for just an instant at Mirela’s violent resistance. Mirela used this opportunity to strike Loredana across the face with the hilt of the dagger, which didn’t seem to suffer from the nullification that the rest of the blade had.

Loredana felt at her jaw where a thin bead of blood flowed from the side of her mouth. She opened her mouth and hissed loudly at her sister. Mirela gasped and felt her heart plunge to the pit of her stomach as she saw Loredana’s teeth sharpened to fine points. Loredana’s eyes were filmed red with an uncontrollable lust for the sanguine delights of Mirela’s blood. Mirela’s lovely little Loredana had been turned into a monster.

“Your blade is of the wrong metal, sister,” growled Loredana. Mirela could hear seething anger in Loredana’s voice and she bared her fangs at Mirela as she spoke to her. “If you try that again I swear I will tear your soft little body apart and consume your still-beating heart.”

“What have you done to my sister?” Mirela said with tears in my eyes that blurred her vision. “Where is the sweet freckled girl whom I love?”

“It’s still me,” Loredana replied with a sharp-toothed grin as she pulled apart the slit in her dress to expose her huge, orb-like breasts. “See? It’s still my body. I haven’t changed at all. Now bring that sexy arse over here and give your sister a kiss.”

Mirela screamed with fear and anguish. It was already too late to save her sister. Mirela turned and fled from the crypt as she wept uncontrollably. Loredana let her go. Mirela had nowhere to hide and it was only a matter of time before they took her.

As she fled, Mirela heard Loredana yelling from behind, “You’re only making this more difficult for yourself, Mirela! Join with us and let your mortal suffering be at an end!”

Mirela wiped the tears from her eyes as she fled. The only place she could think of to run to was back to her room, back to Bela. Mirela would die before she let these monsters anywhere near her youngest sister. When Mirela found her way back, she threw open the door to the room and slammed it behind her before locking it shut. The room was dark without a single candle lit. Who had snuffed out the candle Mirela left alight?

“Bela?” Mirela whispered. “Are you there?”

“Hello?” a voice answered back. “Is that you, Mellie?”

Mirela put her hand over her chest and sighed with relief. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, but these were tears of joy rather than sorrow. It was Bianca’s voice that answered her. Her beautiful, precious Bianca.

“Bianca, is that really you?” Mirela asked.

“It’s really me, Mellie,” answered Bianca. Though she couldn’t see in the dark, Mirela could hear the smile in Bianca’s voice.

“Oh, Bianca,” cried Mirela as she rushed to the bed. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear your voice.”

Mirela could see her sister shuffling around beneath the blanket as Bianca turned to look at her.

“I feel the same, my love,” replied Bianca.

Mirela shuddered. My love. Bianca had no idea how it excited Mirela to hear Bianca refer to her that way.

“But where is Bela?” Mirela wondered. “I left her here on her own. She was lying on the bed right where you are now when I saw her last. Plus, you need to explain where you have been since last night.”

“I don’t know where Bela is,” Bianca said. “Explaining where I’ve been… would just take too long right now. I came returned a little bit ago and found the door unlocked but no one inside. I thought you had all fled.” Mirela heard Bianca sob. “I thought you left me forever. I’ve been crying in bed ever since.”

“Never!” Mirela cried. “I would never leave you!”

Mirela climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over herself before snuggling close to Bianca. She was surprised to find her sister completely naked. Bianca’s body felt warm, very much unlike Loredana’s when she had touched Mirela. Bianca felt soft as well. Inviting.

“Sister, I’m so scared,” Mirela said nervously. “I haven’t even mentioned Loredana yet. But right now I just want you to hold me, just like the way we used to. Hold me and never let me go.”

Bianca shushed Mirela and soon their arms were wrapped around each other’s backs and they held each other close. It felt so nice to be held in such a way. Mirela felt the fear and despair leaving her as she was comforted in Bianca’s arms. She also had to admit that Bianca’s large naked breasts mashed against her still-clothed chest felt wondrous. Mirela ran her hands through the golden tresses of Bianca’s hair as she left soft, lingering kisses on Bianca’s firm shoulder.

“Bianca, I’ve been thinking…” Mirela said hesitantly as she curled Bianca’s hair around her finger and kissed her sister on the neck. She thought she tasted something metallic on Bianca’s throat but ignored it.

“If we make it out of this alive,” Mirela started, “When we make it back home I want us to be together. Truly together. I’m tired of hiding the feelings I’ve had for you since… since you were eight and I was eleven to be totally honest. I don’t suppose we can hold hands or kiss in public. But I want to share my bed with you. So when it’s just the two of us alone like this…”

Mirela moved her hand down from Bianca’s hair and traced her finger along Bianca’s curvy side before resting her hand on Bianca’s abdomen. Mirela used her fingertip to play with Bianca’s cute little belly button as she whispered into Bianca’s ear, “Maybe when we are alone I can be the wife and you can be the husband?” Mirela’s fingernail traced over a scar on Bianca’s belly. When did she get a scar there?

“Oh, Mellie!” said Bianca happily as she hugged Mirela tighter. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words coming from your lovely mouth. I’ll love you and be with you for ever and ever.”

Mirela didn’t mind at all that Bianca’s hand had wandered from her back down to her leg. She had finally accepted her sister’s love and accepted that she had never wanted anything more than she did this. Bianca slid her hand beneath the skirt of Mirela’s dress and ran her palm up and down Mirela’s thigh in a most pleasing fashion. Mirela felt desire coursing through her body as Bianca reached her hand up Mirela’s leg and cupped her fingers around Mirela’s buttock. Mirela’s heart raced, her cheeks flushed, and the tingling sensation in Mirela’s cunny reached a precipice where the excitement overflowed and seemed to seep out of her opening.

Mirela moaned softly and scooted in closer to her sister as Bianca squeezed and pinched her bottom. If Mirela hadn’t been wearing her dress, her and Bianca’s bare chests would be pressed tightly together. Just the thought of it made Mirela feel even more excited. Mirela worked her leg between Bianca’s thighs and lifted it upward of until she made contact with Bianca’s loins. Bianca sighed as their flesh combined and then she started grunting as her pelvis ground against Mirela’s leg. Bianca’s cunny felt burning hot and soaking wet on Mirela’s thigh.

Mirela knew they had to get out of the castle immediately and leave before Loredana or one of the creatures like her found them. She should be worried for Bela, who had disappeared without a trace. But right now all Mirela could think about was how wonderful Bianca’s naked body felt next to her and how badly Mirela desired her own sister. As their lips moved closer together, Mirela couldn’t shake the sudden sense that something was terribly wrong. She felt more scars lining Bianca’s skin as her hand caressed Bianca’s torso and some of the wounds still seemed to be oozing blood. When their lips and tongues met, Mirela tasted blood inside of Bianca’s mouth. Mirela realized that she felt wetness on Bianca’s body that wasn’t coming from the crevice between her sister’s thighs.

Bianca bit Mirela’s lip and put her hand on the back of Mirela’s head as she pulled Mirela into a deeper kiss. Mirela wanted to stop, but the need for her sister was irresistible. Bianca’s tongue writhed wildly in Mirela’s mouth and left her breathless and wanting. Bianca traced her fingertips over the bulge of Mirela’s buttock to in between the crack of her tight, supple cheeks. Bianca moved her fingers agonizingly slowly down Mirela’s crevice, making her shudder as Bianca’s fingertips brushed briefly against the dirty hole of Mirela’s anus. Her finger lingered on Mirela’s arsehole long enough that Mirela wondered if Bianca would do the unthinkable, but fortunately she desisted before Mirela became too uncomfortable. Bianca’s fingers found the opening of Mirela’s cunny and began to worm their way inside her. Mirela wanted this so badly, and whether she admitted it or not she had been dreaming about this moment happening again for nearly a decade. But there was something not right. Mirela squirmed out of Bianca’s grasp and jumped out bed. She quickly sparked a tinder so she could light the nearest candle.

Mirela swung the candle around to bathe Bianca in its light and she nearly dropped the candle when she saw what had been done to her sister. Bianca lay posed sitting propped on her elbow with her breasts bared proudly and the blanket covering her up to the waist. Bite marks, scratches, and deep cuts covered the entirety of her body from her neck to her waist. Bianca slowly bled out from over a hundred tiny wounds. Some of the wounds were half-healed while many were still fresh. How could she possibly still be alive with the amount of damage her body had incurred? Nasty, evil-looking runes had been branded onto Bianca’s chest just above her breasts and the flesh around them still looked raw and seared.

Those wounds weren’t even the worst when compared to what had been done to Bianca’s lovely visage. Bianca’s remarkably blue eyes were now black pools of darkness that covered the entirety of her corneas and stared at Mirela without any emotion showing behind them. Sharp bumps in her scalp growing next to her ears appeared to be the beginning formations of horns. The most horrifying parts of Bianca’s appearance were the deep slash marks that had been made from the corners of Bianca’s mouth to her cheeks. Her mouth now made a disturbing rictus smile whenever she grinned, which she was doing at Mirela right now. The still unhealed lines stretched from the sides of Bianca’s lips upward nearly to her ears and made it possible to see all her teeth including her molars which had been sharpened to fine points. Mirela would have been most horrified to learn that unlike the rest of her wounds, Bianca had applied these cuts to her face with her own hand.

“What’s wrong, Mellie?” Bianca asked concernedly as she threw the blanket aside to display her yellow-furred cunny and long, shapely legs. Just as many scars and bite marks covered her thighs as the rest of her body. “Don’t you desire me any more?”

Though she spoke with Bianca’s lovely chiming voice, whatever this thing was could not be Mirela’s sister. These devils had taken her body and twisted her into this perverted form that now appeared before Mirela.

Mirela covered her mouth and whimpered, “Oh God, please help me,” as she backed away from the bed. She leaned against the door and reached a hand back to unlock it from behind using her nimble fingers.

“Your God has no power here,” Bianca sneered. Her voice sounded different now, deeper with a slight growl. “You will be claimed just as your sisters were. Don’t fight it, just accept that you will soon become as corrupted as the rest of us.”

Mirela opened the door and stumbled out of the room, completely stunned by the revelations of the last hour. Bianca made no attempt to follow as Mirela wandered down the hallway in a daze. She limped along in a slow walk. There was nothing to run from or run to. All the things she cared about had been taken from her. There was nothing left.

Mirela pulled out the knife she still carried and stared at her glowing reflection in the blade as it was illuminated by the light of a nearby torch. Maybe it would be best if she simply slit her own throat rather than face this darkness that would utterly consume her. Though committing suicide was a mortal sin that put her at risk of hellfire and damnation, Mirela could at last be free of this madness and she might at least prevent her body from being used for nefarious purposes.

Mirela raised the edge of the knife to her neck. Her hand shook with fear and she tried to steady it as she aimed the point of the blade at her jugular. Mirela breathed deeply and attempted to ready herself for her own demise when a stray thought filtered its way through her mind. Bela. Mirela couldn’t leave her sister to be tortured and corrupted by these fiends, not while Mirela still drew breath. She would rescue Bela, or die trying. Either way, at least she would keep her honor. Mirela pulled the knife away from her neck and held it bared in front of her, ready for any threat might present itself as she sought her youngest sister.

It didn’t take Mirela long to find her. Mirela heard voices and followed them into the feasting hall where she found Viscount Şarpe standing next to Bela. His arms curled around her waist as he held Bela’s body close while her hands were clasped around his neck. They hadn’t noticed Mirela enter yet and as she approached them Mirela saw they were kissing. Bela kissed like someone inexperienced with the act, opening her mouth far too wide and using her tongue too much.

Şarpe reached downward and cupped both hands around Bela’s fat buttocks before giving them a squeeze so tight his fingers dug into Bela’s soft flesh. It made Mirela sick to see Şarpe violating her sister in such a way. Bela had practically been comatose earlier. How did she leave her bedroom and how was she even standing right now?

Mirela’s arm holding the knife fell to her side limply as she finally abandoned all hope. “Oh Bela,” Mirela sighed with pained resignation. “Not you too.”

Bela stopped kissing Şarpe and covered her mouth as she giggled uncontrollably.

“Bela…?” Mirela asked hesitantly.

“Oh, shut up Mirela,” said Bela dismissively as she rolled her eyes impudently. “Finally, I get to do the talking.”

“Bela, what is this?” Mirela pleaded with her sister. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Bela sighed and let go of Şarpe with a pouty look on her face. He relinquished his hold upon her buttocks but slapped her hard on the bottom before he stepped aside. Bela put her hands back on her arse and rubbed her cheeks as she giggled shrilly again.

Bela looked at Mirela critically and ranted, “Ever since I can remember I’ve always had to hear how I was worse than my sisters. Oh, she’s not as pretty as Loredana, she’s not strong and brave like Bianca, she’s not as smart as Mirela. I’m sick of it! You may think you’re better than me, but guess what? The Viscount chose me over any of you!”

“What are you talking about?” Mirela demanded. “Please Bela, you’re not making any sense.”

“He came to me in the night, kissing me and holding me even though I’m supposed to be the least desirable out of you all,” Bela explained.

Bela pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing the wild thatch of her pubis but focusing attention upon a mess of scars on her thigh that Mirela had noticed before but never considered closely.

“The first time he fed upon me, he only did it because I begged him to,” Bela said impetuously. “He bit me in a place where the scars wouldn’t be noticed so you simpletons would never know. Eduard has promised me that soon we will be together forever, just as soon as you’re dealt with.”

Mirela recalled now how sickly Bela had been in the weeks leading up to their parent’s murders. So much happened afterward that Mirela had not thought much of it but now she realized Bela suffered from some sort of blood sickness that left her weak and bedridden. Whatever had been planned for them here at Sidexes, it had been devised for months beforehand. Mirela glared at Şarpe as he grinned back at her. She saw right through him.

“He’s only using you, Bela,” Mirela argued. “He doesn’t give a damn about you. Do you know what he did to the rest of our family?”

“Do I know?” Bela asked incredulously as the volume of her voice rose. “Do I know! I invited him into our manor and ordered him to do it! Mama and Papa never appreciated me the way Eduard does. Every time I had an idea or suggestion, it was always ‘well, let’s ask Mirela’ or ‘Bianca can handle that’. You know what I saw that fateful night? I saw Papa with his head torn clean off and his blood spilling across the floor. I watched as my savior raped and murdered Mama right in front of my eyes. Do you know what I did to stop him, Mirela? Absolutely nothing.”

“No, no, no, no, no,” Mirela murmured repeatedly with her face buried in her hands.

“I was the one who suggested luring my sisters to this castle in the first place,” Bela said as she pointed at her chest. “And I told Şarpe and the Countess how to do it. Me! I’m more clever than you realize.”

Mirela had certainly underestimated her sister. Not only the jealousy and hatred Bela felt for the rest of her family but also the determination and cruelty she employed to take her revenge. Mirela felt resentful for how she doted on her sister these past few months. She did everything for Bela, up to and including wiping her filthy bottom clean. Mirela had fallen for some sick ruse. The whole time she had been caring for her family’s betrayer unwittingly.

“I’m sorry if you’ve never felt appreciated or loved enough,” Mirela told Bela with derision dripping from her tone. “It was not our intention. We were good people for the most part, but it seems the greatest mistake we made was creating a wicked creature like you.”

The smug smile of Bela’s face dropped for only a second. “You’ve destroyed us, Bela,” said Mirela.

“Good,” Bela retorted.

“Greetings, favored one,” said a female voice from the entryway to the hall.

It was the Countess Vivianna Turenau who announced herself as she walked in wearing a shimmering purple dress and carrying a chain at her side that she used to pull someone along behind her. Vivianna seemed different to Mirela. Though she was still breathtakingly beautiful, it appeared that the woman had aged two decades within the space of a few days. Mirela realized that Bela was the one Vivianna was referring to when she kissed Bela upon her lips. Mirela realized that this was the way Bela had been manipulated. By making her feel special and valued in a way she had never experienced at home with her family.

“Have the effects of the spell worn off yet, my sweetheart?” asked Vivianna.

Bela grinned and her face turned red as she blushed. She put a hand up to her forehead as she answered, “For the most part I’ve recovered but I still feel a bit lightheaded. But perhaps that’s because you’re standing so close to me.”

Vivianna laughed gaily and licked Bela on her neck. Bela shivered and smiled even wider. “I put Bela under an enchantment that left her mute and dumb,” Vivianna explained to Mirela. “So you would have no reason to suspect her in any of this. Looks like it worked exactly as planned.”

“The Countess was there the night mother and father died too,” said Bela. “Eduard told me you gave them a last night to remember. Is it true you forced them to watch each other while you fucked Papa and Eduard fucked Mama? Or was it the other way around?”

Mirela hated that Bela referred to her parent’s murders as ‘the night they died’. As if the vicious little bitch hadn’t been entirely complicit in their deaths. She couldn’t believe Bela could speak of her parent’s torture, defilement, and murder so casually. Did she possess no heart?

Vivianna chuckled and answered Bela, “Both actually. They were great fun to play with.”

“So Mirela,” said Vivianna as she turned to face her. “Now that I’ve felt both your mother and Loredana’s tongues licking my cunt I must say I know exactly where Loredana received her talents from. It must be an inherited trait because I’ve never seen someone eat my cunt as enthusiastically as your mother did. As soon as I used her face to make me come, she begged to lick me again. I guess she just couldn’t get enough of my sweet little cunny. She started weeping when I told her ‘enough’, though her expression brightened considerably when Şarpe took his turn with her. Just so you know, your mother died just as she lived: as a wanton whore!”

Mirela had no idea whether to believe Vivianna’s claims or not. Vivianna could say anything she wanted about Mirela parents and Mirela could disprove nothing. Mirela despaired over how her parents had been used and abused in the final moments of their lives. The fact that their own daughter had a hand in their demise only made the realization more terrible.

Mirela’s eyes followed the chain Vivianna had wrapped around her hand and saw that it was connected to a collar clasped around Bianca’s neck. Mirela’s sister was completely naked and with her back facing Mirela, she noticed there was a growth of skin extending from the bottom of Bianca’s spine at her tailbone. It looked the beginnings of a tail growing from the top of her backside. The end of the nascent appendage had a nasty looking spike emerging from it. Bianca sat on all fours next to Vivianna panting like a mongrel beast. The creature smiled using Bianca’s ruined mouth and looked like it couldn’t be happier to be in its current position.

Vivianna noticed Mirela staring at Bianca and shook the chain as she asked, “Oh, do you like my new hound? I’ve always wanted my own pet demon. I don’t think I could have possibly found a more fitting host.”

Bela gave the Countess another kiss on the lips, this one long and lingering with plenty of tongue. Once Bela broke the kiss she offered her foot to Bianca. “Lick my toes, pup,” Bela ordered.

Bianca looked up at Vivianna and begged silently for permission. Vivianna nodded to her and Bianca grinned at Bela before leaning over with her bottom sticking up. She wiggled her backside and tail at Mirela as she slowly ran her tongue up and down the top of Bela’s foot. Bianca breathed in deeply the odor of Bela’s foot before flicking her tongue along the curvy underside between each of her toes. Bela giggled as Bianca sucked Bela’s big toe into her mouth.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” Bela said with a scornful laugh. “You were always the worst, Bianca. Mocking me, telling me what a foolish little girl I was. Now you are on all fours licking me like a bitch in heat, so what does that make you?”

Bianca laughed and answered, “I suppose that makes me a bitch dog who desperately wants to please her masters however they wish.”

Bela nodded in agreement and allowed Bianca to continue bathing Bela’s foot with her saliva. Mirela stared in stunned silence at the depravity taking place before her. Mirela caught Şarpe staring at her intently and she shivered at his look. His eyes made promises of the terrible things they were planning to inflict upon her. Mirela looked back at the entrance and idly wondered about a possible escape but knew it was pointless. Learning of Bela’s betrayal had broken Mirela’s spirit once and for all and she longer had the heart to fight or resist.

Vivianna handed the chain to Bela who pulled up on it sharply to yank Bianca off her foot.

“Lick higher,” Bela ordered as she grabbed the middle of her skirt and pulled it up to her belly. The wild growth of her pubic hair extended from below the slight bulge of Bela’s pudgy tummy to the hairy mess spilling out over her thighs.

Bianca kissed and licked her way up Bela’s leg, past her knee, and to her pudgy thighs. She rubbed her face against Bela’s hairy pubis slovenly before placing her mouth in the gap between Bela’s legs to slobber all over Bela’s crotch. Bianca’s lips surrounded Bela’s cunny and her tongue flicked back and forth over the folded flesh of Bela’s loins as Bela loves lifted her dress. Bianca’s mouth soon had Bela’s cunny leaking profusely and Bianca lapped Bela’s seepage into her mouth like a thirsty dog. Bianca sucked and nibbled upon Bela’s labia before sliding her tongue through the tunnel of Bela’s opening. Bela gasped with pleasure and threw her head back to bark a harsh laugh as Bianca feasted upon her cunt.

Bela held up her dress with just one hand so she could place her other hand on the back of Bianca’s head to hold her mouth tightly to Bela’s cunny. Bela’s fingers curled around Bianca’s skull possessively and she used her hold to pull Bianca’s head up and down to help Bianca find the locations where her tongue did the greatest good. Bela looked over at Mirela, smiled evilly and let out an exaggerated moan while Bianca devoured her cunt.

“Eduard told me that Bianca recounted to him how you two used to spend nights together as girls,” Bela remarked. It made the conversation even more bizarre and obscene that she spoke to Mirela while moving Bianca’s mouth against her crotch.

“All about kissing each other,” mocked Bela. “Touching each other. Loooooving each other. I bet you wish it was you that had Bianca on her knees rather than I. Quite scandalous for someone who always acts so virtuous, so pure and so good. I can’t believe you wanted to have sex with your own sister. What is wrong with you?”

Bela pulled Bianca away from her crotch roughly by the hair. Bianca gasped for breath at the sudden removal. The two grinned at each other, Bianca’s face smeared glistening wet with Bela’s leaking fluid. Bela pet Bianca on the head like a loyal pup before shoving Bianca back into her cunny.

“Isn’t there a word for that when flesh and blood commit sin with each other?” Bela wondered snidely. “Oh yes, that’s right. Incest.”

Mirela flinched as Bela named her darkest secret and deepest shame. Worse yet was that all assembled here now knew of Mirela’s sinful desires. They all grinned lecherously at her, even Bianca ceased licking Bela for a second to wink and Mirela and blow her a kiss before returning to her meal. Despite her embarrassment, Mirela still couldn’t help herself. A part of her heart that until recently had been locked away deeply still wished that she stood in Bela’s current position above Bianca’s mouth.

Mirela turned away from the leering eyes bearing down on her and noticed another figure entering the hall. Loredana. The gorgeous redhead appeared very amused at the situation she was walking into when she sighted Bianca on her knees grinding her nose and lips against Bela’s cunny. Loredana took her place next to Şarpe and curled her arm around his waist. The Pierocent sisters were finally reunited.

Loredana and Şarpe shared a passionate kiss that escalated into the two of them snapping their fanged teeth at each other playfully. She nipped Şarpe on the lip, drawing his blood and making him chuckle as he licked his mouth. Loredana let go of him and turned to face Mirela with her arms spread outward.

“As you can see, sister, it is too late to save us,” Loredana said. “We’ve each fallen in our own different ways. But now is our time to rise, better and stronger than ever before.”

Loredana indicated her youngest sister standing nearby. “Bela has found ones who desire her and want her more than we ever did,” she remarked.

Loredana walked over to Bela and stood next to her. Bela had her eyes closed and was moaning softly while Bianca’s devoted tongue brought her nearer to climax. She smiled as Loredana stroked her face and kissed her on the cheek.

“Bianca…” Loredana started as she laid her hand over Bela’s hand atop Bianca’s head. “Well, Bianca seems to have learned a lesson in humility that Papa was never able to teach her. Isn’t that right, you dirty little slut?”

Loredana ripped Bianca’s head away from the gap in Bela’s thighs and pulled on the blonde’s hair until she looked up at Loredana with a gasp.

“Yes, Mistress,” answered Bianca. “I live to serve. Do you wish me to please you as well?”

Loredana laughed sweetly and said, “All in good time, sister. Hopefully you will be spending the rest of eternity pleasuring us all.”

Bela had a pouty look on her face. Bianca’s tongue had Bela near to coming before Loredana pulled her away. Loredana noticed Bela’s dismay shoved Bianca’s head back between her sister’s legs. Loredana pressed Bianca’s mouth tightly to Bela’s cunt.

“Tongue out,” Loredana ordered. “There that’s a good girl. Now eat your little sister’s cunt until she finishes all over your whore face.”

Loredana continued holding Bianca’s mouth to Bela’s cunny until she was satisfied that Bianca was following Loredana’s commands. She turned to Mirela.

“She is so much more pleasant when she’s subservient rather than being feisty, wouldn’t you agree?” asked Loredana.

“Loredana, I know this isn’t you,” Mirela pleaded. “Please, will you return to the light? I can help you.”

“Never!” Loredana cried after laughing loudly. “I am of the darkness now! It gives to me everything I need.”

“How are you benefiting from this evil then?” Mirela couldn’t help but ask. “What could you possibly be getting out of this?”

Loredana put a hand over her chest and considered, “Well, let’s see. You know I have very simple desires. There are three of the former Count’s wives, his two brothers, and that handsome devil Şarpe who will make love to me any time I want. You would not believe the things Turenau’s wives and I did last night with Bianca’s body after her possession. Speaking of that trollop, I have two, soon to be three sisters who will gladly join me in all sorts of depravities. Plus I can always find fresh new men and women, victims from whom I can take whatever I want before I eviscerate them. Doesn’t it sound wonderful?”

“Sounds more like a living hell to me,” Mirela remarked.

“Mirela, you really must leave these naïve notions of purity and chastity behind,” said Loredana with disapproval. “They’ve kept you from consummating your love with Bianca and have brought you nothing but distress and sorrow. Join with us and become as one with the darkness. We can all still be together. Sisters forever, a bond not even broken by death. The worries from our human lives will fade away. Instead we will live for the pleasure of our sins rather than being forced to live in fear of them. Or if you would prefer, you can simply be consumed and then destroyed.”

Mirela raised her dagger and held it to her wrist. She stood ready to slice her veins open when Loredana interrupted her.

“Even if you kill yourself, we can easily revive you as one of us,” Loredana said. “Let me spare you the pain. Our way is much better if it comes to you willingly.”

“It is always better if they choose,” Vivianna added. “That will make her ours completely.”

Mirela removed the knife from her wrist and instead raised it to her throat. She had talked herself out of this once before but now she knew she would go through with it. Nothing on the other side could be worse than the fate that awaited her if she remained with the living. There was no turning back now. Mirela winced with pain as she felt the edge of the knife slicing against her neck but before the blade could cut more than a centimeter across her vein Loredana lunged at her and knocked the blade out of her hand.

Mirela stumbled backward and put a hand to her bloodied throat. The palm of her hand was covered with her own blood, though the damage had merely been a flesh wound rather than a mortal one. Mirela saw Loredana, Şarpe, and Vivianna staring hungrily at her as hot blood pumped from the cut of her neck all over her hand.

Mirela closed her eyes and prayed to her maker for some type of rescue, anything to save her from this horrible fate. She looked up at the stone ceiling and silently begged her Lord that if there was any time to prove their existence let it be now. Please God, rescue me from this terrible destiny that’s been subscribed to me, Mirela prayed. Failing that, please grant me forgiveness and salvation after whatever happens next.

But Mirela found no answer or heavenly intervention from above as Loredana wrapped her arms around Mirela’s back and pulled her close. Mirela couldn’t help noticing Loredana’s large breasts pressed against her through their dress’ as Loredana’s arms curled tightly around Mirela, entrapping her. Loredana’s body felt deathly cold but seemed to be siphoning the warmth from Mirela’s very body. Loredana’s skin started to become warm to the touch at the same time Mirela felt a deep chill come over her that left her shivering. Though she was being embraced by a monster that had once been her sister, Mirela had to admit it felt pleasant to be held so close. The way Loredana’s hands gently caressed Mirela’s face and her back felt so soothing. Despite her loathing, Mirela found herself curling her arms around Loredana’s back and hugging her tightly as tears ran down her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, sister,” whispered Loredana as she wiped away Mirela’s tears. “I’ll make it so good for you and then you can be like me. You’re going to love this, I promise.”

Mirela kept her eyes shut tight so she didn’t have to watch as she felt Loredana’s lips press against her own. Mirela refused to move her lips and kiss her sister back. Loredana kissed Mirela more insistently and tried forcing her tongue inside Mirela’s mouth. She laughed with amusement as Mirela kept her lips clamped shut. Mirela cringed as Loredana licked her on the mouth and then trailed her tongue across her face to kiss and lick Mirela’s cheek.

Loredana reached up and pulled at the tie holding Mirela’s bun together and Mirela felt her hair spilling out down past her shoulders. Loredana couldn’t understand why Mirela didn’t wear her hair down more often, she looked so pretty this way. Maybe that prettiness was the reason she didn’t. Mirela’s brown hair was unwashed and frazzled, true. But the way it framed her face and contrasted with the identical hazel color of her eyes as Mirela tentatively opened them gave her a gorgeous look of innocence and naivete. Loredana’s cunny was wet with the thought of absolutely corrupting her pious, devoted sister.

Mirela gasped as Loredana grabbed ahold of her hair and jerked on it sharply to pull Mirela’s head back and bare the oldest sister’s neck to Loredana’s hungry mouth. Loredana flicked her tongue over Mirela’s throat, lapping the blood spilling down the side of Mirela’s neck into her mouth and making a low moaning noise of pleasure in her throat as she swallowed her sister’s blood.

Mirela cried out in anguish as Loredana sank her teeth into Mirela’s neck. It was the most painful feeling Mirela had ever experienced and the agony consumed her entire being. Mirela held onto Loredana tightly for support as her knees buckled. But after a few seconds, Mirela’s shrieks morphed into sighs as Loredana began sucking the lifeblood out of her body. My sister’s mouth on my neck shouldn’t feel this good, Mirela thought. God, what is wrong with me?

A feeling of contentment filled Mirela’s body as she became resigned to her fate. She would do anything Loredana wanted her to to reattain this glorious high. Though Mirela’s mind and willpower had been compromised by Loredana’s feeding, the most powerful effect was felt between her legs. Loredana feeding upon her was terribly arousing, and though Mirela tried to fight the feeling she couldn’t deny the pleasure she derived from it. Mirela pressed her thighs together as she realized with shame that seepage had begun leaking from her aroused cunny.

Mirela began to feel lightheaded both due to her aroused state and the loss of blood. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw that Bianca must have licked Bela to satisfaction when Mirela hadn’t been looking. Bianca sat on her knees staring at Mirela while Bela breathed heavily with stains covering her dress where she had sweated profusely during her climax.

Everyone gathered in the hall was staring at Mirela. She closed her eyes again, trying to shut out their triumphant, piercing gazes and focus purely on her pleasure. Mirela held Loredana even tighter in her arms as the redhead continued feeding from her sister. Bela, Bianca, Şarpe, and Vivianna watched on in silence as Loredana took a meal that Mirela wouldn’t soon forget.

Loredana seemed to understand implicitly the sensations that Mirela was experiencing. Tapped into Mirela’s bloodstream, Loredana could feel every beat of Mirela’s heart, every quickening of her breath, every tremble and shiver of her body as she endured an unholy, unexplainable ecstasy. Loredana knew Mirela’s body begged her for more.

Loredana held Mirela’s hair bunched into a tight fist as she fed greedily from her lifeforce. Loredana traced her fingernail down the spine of Mirela’s back and enjoyed Mirela shivering against her. Mirela’s body jerked and twitched occasionally as she tried to deny the pleasure Loredana’s mouth on her neck provided. Loredana reached down and grabbed a handful of Mirela’s buttock through her dress. Her arse was delicious tight and toned for how small it was.

After squeezing her fill of the supple flesh of Mirela’s bottom, Loredana pulled up on Mirela’s dress until her hemline was raised above Mirela’s waist. When Loredana found Mirela wearing underlings beneath her dress, she gripped them in her hand and used her unnatural strength to tear them asunder with a single gesture. After discarding the torn fragments of Mirela’s underwear, Loredana reached between Mirela’s buttocks and slid her finger down the cleft of Mirela’s arse into the channel of the crack between Mirela’s cheeks. A long patch of seldomly trimmed fur ran from the top of Mirela’s crack down into a growth of hair spreading between her thighs. When Loredana’s hand felt Mirela’s pubis she suddenly stopped feeding.

“Oh, we will need to do something about all that fur,” Loredana remarked as she pet the hair between Mirela’s buttocks and thighs. “Countess Vivianna shaved my cunny bare and you have no idea how amazing it feels. We will need to perform the same ritual on you so then you can be just like us.”

Mirela’s body jerked in discomfort as Loredana’s fingers brushed over Mirela’s anus and poked at the tight pucker of her arsehole before traveling downward to locate the opening of Mirela’s cunny. Loredana ceased feeding for a second and smiled in approval at how slippery wet she found Mirela’s cunt before returning to her meal.

Mirela lacked the strength and willpower to move Loredana’s hand away as she reached down Mirela’s backside to stroke her cunny from behind. Mirela tried her hardest to ignore how amazing Loredana’s fingers felt as they moved against her while Loredana’s mouth sucked the life from her. Mirela worried that if she surrendered to this growing pleasure it would signal that she was truly lost. Mirela wished to retain at least some of her virtue but it was immensely difficult to do so while Loredana was massaging the outside of her cunny and making Mirela’s arousal flow from her uncontrollably.

Loredana used her ring and index fingers to spread Mirela’s cunny lips apart and open the drooling mouth of her sex. Loredana extended her middle finger and forced its length all the way inside her sister’s opening. The inside of Mirela felt so warm to Loredana’s frigid still-living corpse that it almost felt like burning. Loredana’s digit filled the tight, unused tunnel of Mirela’s cunny up to the second knuckle and once the initial penetration had been made she added a second finger and then a third. Mirela gasped and made a choking noise in her throat but otherwise was determined to give no reaction that might signify that she enjoyed this violation.

Loredana felt disappointed that she had been unable to stimulate Mirela’s orgasm in time before her turn to feed had expired. Mirela seemed to have become highly aroused based on the amount of lubrication her body had generated naturally that soaked the entirety Loredana’s hand and Mirela’s own thighs. But Loredana wanted to feel her sister’s body tremble against her and listen to her moan and beg for mercy as Mirela surrendered to her basest desires.

Loredana tried inserting one of her wet fingers inside Mirela’s arsehole and enjoyed the way Mirela’s body stiffened at her intrusion. Loredana sucked harder on Mirela’s neck and Loredana’s victim sighed as her body relaxed impulsively. Mirela’s anus unclenched and allowed entry for the penetration of Loredana’s finger. Mirela felt humiliated, violated, and very aroused as the dirty hole of her bottom was fingered for the first time.

Loredana didn’t think anything could be tighter than Mirela’s cunny but Mirela’s arsehole proved that notion wrong. Loredana’s feeding along with the way Loredana stroked Mirela’s insides should have induced Mirela’s climax, but the innocent was using all of her remaining energy to keep from revealing that she was starting to enjoy Loredana sucking and fingering her in the most intimate locations.

Alas, Loredana needed to allow the rest of her new family their turns with Mirela. She slowly slid her fingers out of Mirela’s openings and relinquished the hold of her fangs upon Mirela’s neck reluctantly. Loredana could tell Mirela was near to breaking and needed one final push to force her over the edge.

Loredana gave Mirela a few final licks of her bloodied throat before placing her hands firmly upon Mirela’s shoulders. Loredana pushed down upon Mirela until she was forced to sit on her knees. Thankfully, the rug Mirela kneeled upon at least provided some cushion from the stone floor or else her poor kneecaps could not have maintained this position for long. It was strange the things you could feel thankful for during moments of utter despair.

Loredana leaned over and grabbed ahold of Mirela’s dress, pulling it up and off her body. Mirela actually held her arms up to aid Loredana in removing her clothing. There was little point in fighting any more. The food that Mirela had collected from the pantry for Bela’s dinner spilled out of the dress pocket down to the floor as Loredana tossed the dress aside. It was amazing how much had changed in a few short hours. Mirela thought she was doing something nice for her helpless sister by taking the food. How deluded she had been.

Mirela glanced over at Bela and saw her sister staring straight at her as she fingered herself beneath her dress. The girl had evidently become quite aroused from watching Mirela, the pride of the Pierocent family, be humiliated and violated by her own sister.

“It wouldn’t do to get any more bloodstains on these pretty clothes,” Loredana explained as she next pulled the slip that had been beneath Mirela’s dress off Mirela’s body. Loredana then stretched the fabric as she spread her arms open and tore the shift apart. “But then again, I suppose you won’t be needing them any more.”

Mirela blushed as her naked body was bared for all those gathered around her to view. She crossed her arms over her breasts in a futile attempt to cover herself but there was no hiding from this. Mirela shivered uncontrollably both due to her exposure and also from the trauma she had just experienced during Loredana’s feeding. Mirela’s face had turned pale and there were dark bags forming around her eyes. Mirela clutched her arms around herself and rocked back and forth as she wondered whether she’d been driven to insanity.

Loredana’s mouth upon Mirela’s body had changed her somehow and Mirela doubted if she even survived this night whether she would ever fully recover from the feeding. It was like Loredana had stolen something from Mirela that she could never regain. Mirela didn’t know if it was her soul, her innocence, or hope. Maybe all of those had been taken from her. Mirela looked over and noticed Şarpe beginning to disrobe. She quickly turned her head away and clamped her eyes shut in the hopes of dispelling this nightmare made manifest.

A moment later, Mirela detected a presence nearby as Şarpe kneeled behind her. She knew it was him because she could feel the head of his hard, throbbing erection rubbing against the curve of her naked bottom. Mirela became alarmed as she realized how large Şarpe’s prick actually was and she doubted whether she could actually fit his girth inside her without causing some permanent damage. Şarpe’s naked body felt cold next to hers, but his chest, legs, and prick soon became warm due to his close proximity to Mirela’s living flesh. Şarpe reached around Mirela’s back and took ahold of her wrists, pulling them down to her lap and revealing Mirela’s modestly sized but still perky breasts. The cones of Mirela’s bosom stood high and straight with long, pointy nipples budding from Mirela’s coin-shaped areolae.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” Şarpe said as his hands took ahold of Mirela’s hips and pulled her back to sit in his lap while he rested with his lower legs beneath his thighs.

Şarpe reached down to grab Mirela’s buttocks and spread them apart. He groaned as his prick settled between Mirela’s cheeks and became enveloped in her supple flesh. A lesser man might have finished prematurely if they knew the excitement and anticipation Şarpe currently possessed, but he was in total control. Şarpe held Mirela by the chin and placed her head back against his shoulder. He kissed and licked her on the neck as he spoke.

“Your sisters were mere appetizers, I’ve been hungering days for the main course,” Şarpe said menacingly. “You know, old Turenau was entirely convinced you were the incarnation of his dearly departed sister finally returned to him. Fitting I suppose, since she was your ancestor and you are Turenau’s niece from several generations apart.”

Şarpe reached around the front of Mirela’s body and seized her breasts, pricking her frigid, pointed nipples with his fingernails as he caressed the meager curves of her bosom.

Şarpe leaned in close and whispered into Mirela’s ear so the others couldn’t hear. “I don’t think even Vivianna knew that Nicolae planned to make you his new bride and bestow upon you the title of Countess Turenau. That was why your family was targeted in the first place, you realize. The Count’s desire for you was unquenchable, though sadly your dear Bianca destroyed him before that desire could ever be consummated. So you can blame Bela all you want for her betrayal, but what has befallen your sisters is truly your own doing. Your body and soul have always belonged to us, and they always will. But now the old man is dead, and you are all mine.”

Şarpe pinched, squeezed, and kneaded Mirela’s breasts fervently, causing a strangely pleasurable discomfort as he massaged Mirela’s chest and pressed her nipples down into her pillowy flesh. Mirela’s mouth hung open and she stared blankly up at the cracks in the stone ceiling. The shock seemed to have finally gotten to her. It felt like someone else’s body being molested and used; Mirela wasn’t there any more.

Şarpe licked Mirela inside her ear and laid a hand over the outside of her womb as he asked, “Is it true that you have never felt the presence of a man within you? I think we should find out for sure.”

Mirela didn’t make any noise or betray any motion as Şarpe clamped his fangs down upon her neck and began sucking the life from her. The pain was distant and barely noticeable. Şarpe curled his fingers over Mirela’s face with one hand and clutched her belly possessively with the other while he fed.

Mirela wondered when this would be over with. She felt dead already and would be fine with everything ending soon enough. The pain only lasted a few seconds before a different, even more uncomfortable sense took ahold of Mirela. She felt a powerful yearning that burned in her loins along with a most pleasant tingling in the center of her womb. Mirela tried to quash these sensations as soon as they became apparent. She wouldn’t allow herself to enjoy this.

Şarpe only sucked her for a minute before detaching his mouth from her neck with a satisfied grunt. He sighed with contentment and licked the blood from his lips before remarking, “There is truly nothing sweeter than virginal blood. Your chastity is true, your innocence more delicious than the finest meal I’ve ever sampled in life or undeath. I can taste your purity as it leaves your body drop by succulent drop.”

Şarpe’s fangs penetrated Mirela’s neck as he returned to his meal and Mirela tried to ignore how the way it made her body feel. Şarpe raised his hand from her abdomen to her chest and fondled her teat. Having her breast played with while her neck was sucked upon felt wondrous. Better than any time Mirela attended church and thought she had been filled with the Holy Spirit. Better than kissing Bianca and stroking her blonde tresses as Mirela held her close. Better than sitting down to feast with all her sisters and her parents, everyone smiling and laughing with each other over good food and wine. Better than anything she had ever felt before.

Mirela tried convincing herself that she felt nothing, but it was impossible to deny the urges of her own body. Mirela’s cunny begged for a tongue, a finger, a cock, anything to fill the inside of it. Mirela blanked her mind and tried to block out all sensation, most especially the feeling of Şarpe’s long, rock-hard prick against her backside. Şarpe bucked his hips gently so his cock rubbed Mirela’s cunny without the point of his member coming close to penetrating her. Mirela was mortified that the sticky wetness leaking inadvertently from her cunny had wetted Şarpe’s shaft. It took all of Mirela’s energy to keep from moaning with desperate longing.

Mirela felt lightheaded and drained due to her shortage of blood. Her eyes wandered as the room spun in her head dizzily. Every time she managed to focus it was like she had discovered some new depravity. Mirela spotted Bela and Vivianna kissing passionately with their hands tangled in each other’s hair. They swapped saliva sloppily as their tongues writhed inside of each other’s mouths.

Mirela found that Loredana was now the holder of Bianca’s leash. Loredana had wrapped the chain of Bianca’s collar around her fist and was pulling up sharply on Bianca’s neck to force her blonde sister’s mouth between her legs. Bianca moved her head up and down and back and forth as she rubbed her lips against Loredana’s cunny and slithered her tongue inside of it. Mirela sat at the perfect angle for her to see Bianca had buried two of her fingers up to the knuckles inside the hole of her bottom. Bianca wiggled her fingers disgustingly inside herself as she fingered her own arse. Bianca sensed she had a captive audience and turned around to grin at Mirela with her horrifying smile while the secretions of both her younger sisters were smeared all over Bianca’s face. Loredana yanked at her chain to pull Bianca forcefully back to her crotch. Mirela shuddered at the gleeful expression she saw plastered over Bianca’s face when Loredana placed her hand on the back of Bianca’s head and directed Bianca’s mouth back to her cunny.

Şarpe ceased sucking upon the wound on Mirela’s neck and made a refreshed sounding ‘ahhh’ noise as he smacked his lips. Mirela wasn’t sure whether to feel grateful or very afraid for the sudden lapse in his feeding.

Şarpe remarked, “Your pure blood tastes so amazing, I almost wish I could keep you this way forever. However, I think I will obtain far more enjoyment defiling you than feeding upon you. This will be a first time you shall never ever forget.”

Şarpe took ahold of Mirela’s bony hips and pulled back on them the same time his pelvis thrust upward. He pulled back on Mirela’s hair as he impaled her upon his tall, curved saber-like cock. Mirela’s entire body had turned numb and she didn’t cry out or make any other noise as she was penetrated by a man for the first time. Mirela’s cunny had become so slick from unintended arousal that Şarpe squeezed his entire substantial length inside her with relative ease. The tunnel of Mirela’s virgin cunny clung to him tightly as he felt her as no other person had before.

Mirela felt an intense pressure and friction moving within her that should have hurt just as much as it pleased; that is if she would allow herself to feel anything. Mirela did grunt when she felt the enormity of Şarpe’s cock filling the inside of her, splitting her open with its girth. A droplet of blood trickled down the side of Mirela’s thigh as Şarpe pierced her maidenhead.

Şarpe pushed out on Mirela’s hips to withdraw nearly the entirety of his cock from her before thrusting hard to slam his prick deep inside Mirela mercilessly. Mirela groaned with exertion and the pain of friction but refused to give Şarpe what he most wanted: the pleasure of her submission. Şarpe repeated the same motion again and again, pulling himself out only and to shoving his way back inside her. Şarpe attacked Mirela’s neck once again, pulling her back toward him by her hair so he could feed upon her as he thrust upward into Mirela’s sore, swollen cunny. Fucking a woman at the same time you drained her life away had to be one of the most exquisite pleasures Şarpe had ever indulged in.

Şarpe’s hands creeped their way back to her breasts to squeeze and hold them for leverage as he thrust himself all the way inside Mirela. He had to admit being impressed by the girl. Şarpe thought her sternness and strength a mere affectation at first, but she was taking his cock deep within her admirably. Most of the virgin girls Şarpe deflowered were broken by this point, destroyed by his virility, by the greed of his hunger, and most of all by his monstrous prick. But Mirela acted as if she didn’t feel a thing even as he stretched open her cunny to the breaking point. Şarpe wasn’t sure, but he almost thought Mirela was masking the evidence that she was enjoying this.

He was right. Mirela felt something. A twinge deep within her that approximated something close to pleasure. Mirela attempted to quench the feeling from her senses, but found that effort difficult to achieve as Şarpe began a stable pattern of motion within her. The head of Şarpe’s cock filled Mirela’s cunny near to her cervix and seemed to touch all the right places inside her. Mirela knew now that this was the answer to the desperate yearning she had felt inside her womb while she was being fed upon.

As hard as she tried convincing herself otherwise, Mirela felt everything. Şarpe’s chest against her back, finally warm to the touch due to the fresh infusion of Mirela’s hot blood coursing through his veins. She felt the beating of his black heart behind her as it pumped Mirela’s stolen life force through his body. Mirela felt Şarpe’s large hands caressing her breasts with surprising tenderness as his fingers danced upon Mirela’s highly responsive nipples that had become hard and pointed. More powerful than any other sensation, Mirela felt Şarpe’s enormous prick filling and emptying her as he stole away a little more of her remaining innocence and purity every time he withdrew.

Against her better nature, Mirela found that she was growing to love this. Şarpe felt delighted when Mirela suddenly moaned loudly and longly as she slowly slid herself down his pole without him needing to thrust at all. Mirela’s cry came from deep within her and sounded a mixture of pleasure, grim acceptance, and fulfillment. Mirela placed a hand on Şarpe’s leg behind her and brought her other hand up to hold Şarpe’s mouth to her neck, encouraging him to continue sucking and fucking her.

Once Şarpe had at last taken his fill of her, he removed his mouth from Mirela’s neck and threw her to the floor. Mirela stretched out the palms of her hands to stop herself from falling face first onto the rug. Şarpe quite enjoyed the view of Mirela from behind as she sat prostrate for him. He took ahold of Mirela’s hips and began fucking her from behind like a beast as she sat on all fours. Due to the altered angle of entry, Şarpe felt even larger and seemed to penetrate even deeper inside Mirela.

The pleasure Mirela experienced was so strong that it was now undeniable and Mirela wondered why she had ever chosen chastity willingly. Years of potential pleasure, a chance to be with Bianca, all squandered because of her piety to a God that had ultimately abandoned her. In her hour of greatest need, Mirela prayed for rescue and release but her pleas had fallen on the deaf ears of an indifferent, uncaring deity. If God even existed, which Mirela certainly questioned at this point. If Mirela was already counted among the forgotten and damned, why shouldn’t she enjoy this to the fullest extent? Mirela vowed that whether her demise came this evening or far into the future, she would never deny herself pleasure or indulgence again.

Mirela grunted like an animal and began pushing her bottom back against Şarpe, meeting his every thrust with a backwards motion of her own and drawing the Viscount even further inside. She was close enough and him deep enough that Mirela could feel his crotch brushing up against her bottom and his dangling testicles bouncing between her legs. Şarpe stared down in surprise as Mirela willed him into fucking her harder and deeper. Mirela finally surrendered to the darkness that had begun filling her and allowed it to consume her being. She would allow these creatures to do anything they wanted to her. Shame her, humiliate her, corrupt her, defile her, feed from her, fuck her, use her body for their sick pleasures. The depths Mirela would plunge to held no bottom.

Mirela’s hair had turned wild and spilled about her face messily. Mirela flipped her hair backward as she threw her head back and now noticed the other four women staring at her. They looked at Mirela with smiles of approval and satisfaction as they watched Mirela enjoy her first time with a man. Mirela noticed them looking, but to her they might as well have been invisible. Her only focus was on taking in every sensation of pleasure and pain during her first experience.

“Harder,” Mirela moaned. “Make me your slut. Don’t make me beg for it… unless that is what you like.”

“As you wish, my Lady Pierocent,” said Şarpe, still surprised by Mirela’s sudden transformation from a proper noblewoman into a wanton whore.

Şarpe grabbed Mirela by her buttocks and squeezed them until his fingernails dug into her flesh before making a sudden, violent thrust to bury his cock all the way inside Mirela. She gasped sharply at the deep penetration. Şarpe held himself perfectly still within Mirela and when he didn’t move after a moment Mirela began wiggling her bottom against him. When he still made no motion Mirela did the work of sliding her cunny up and down his rod herself. Mirela moaned loudly as she used Şarpe’s long prick to pleasure herself. She knew she was behaving a harlot, but no longer cared. Mirela hoped her willingness to use her virginal body to pleasure a man with wanton abandon was as offensive to her Lord as her deity’s inaction was an affront to Mirela’s once strong faith.

Şarpe pulled out and finally began meeting Mirela’s working pelvis with his every thrust. Their bodies combined and moved as one while they writhed together to deliver themselves to a higher plane of ecstasy. Şarpe grabbed a fistful of Mirela’s brown hair and watched her back arch upward as he pulled back on the tangle. The altered angle allowed Şarpe to slip even deeper inside Mirela, which she didn’t even think would be possible. He slapped Mirela hard on her bottom, making her squeal with pain and pleasure.

Mirela enjoyed this so much that her spreading wetness had seeped all over her arse, legs, thighs, and even over Şarpe’s groin. Şarpe reached down and spread Mirela’s buttocks as wide apart as her body allowed. He licked his lips as he stared at the small, tight opening just above Mirela’s filled cunny. He used his hand to spread Mirela’s seepage around her perineum before slyly moving his thumb upward.

“Oh my God yes,” Mirela groaned as she felt Şarpe’s thumb rubbing the rim of her anus before he squeezed the tip inside of her tight arse.

Mirela hadn’t bathed for several days now and she knew she must be filthy down there but Şarpe didn’t seem to mind. It made Mirela feel dirty to be touched in such a way. I’m letting a man touch me in the dirtiest part of my body, Mirela realized. And I’m enjoying it. The way Şarpe’s thumb stretched her dirty hole open made Mirela feel absolutely filthy. Good. She wanted to feel unclean and impure. Mirela desired to be used as just a body with three holes, good for nothing but taking cocks in her mouth, her cunny, and her arse and filling those openings with the male seed. Mirela had made her body a temple dedicated to her Lord, but now wanted nothing more than to completely defile its sanctity.

Şarpe rotated his thumb to stretch Mirela’s anus open even further and pushed his digit all the way up to his knuckle inside her rectum. Her clenched anus was deliciously tight around Şarpe’s thumb. He positioned his hand so that his thumb formed a sort of hook inside her arsehole as he stuck his prick inside Mirela over and over. Mirela moaned with indescribable ecstasy as Şarpe fucked her at same time he had his thumb up her bum.

The pleasure Mirela experienced seemed to increased exponentially with every additional thrust made by Şarpe. Her cunny felt like a dam that was near to bursting. When she couldn’t take it any more, Mirela wailed loudly and pushed herself back against Şarpe’s cock until his entire length occupied her canal. At the same time she climaxed, Mirela felt Şarpe trembling as his cock writhed and convulsed inside her. His prick pumped involuntarily within Mirela and filled her insides with a hot, sticky substance. It seemed like his injection lasted forever as he just kept coming and coming with no end in sight. Mirela’s body shook as Şarpe’s ejaculations spurred her to another orgasm. Şarpe felt Mirela’s anus clenching and unclenching around his thumb as she climaxed again.

Şarpe’s seed permeated from Mirela’s vessel to throughout her body, corrupting her even further. Mite felt tainted with Şarpe’s bloody ejaculate coating her insides and she doubted the feeling would ever fully go away. The vileness of Şarpe’s seed spread quickly and acted to make Mirela even more complaint to her tormentors. Even if she neither died or was turned to vampirism, Mirela would never be the same after this. Those that copulated with the Vampyr and still lived became corrupt, pathetic wretches who were driven insane by the overwhelming power of their sexual encounter and the unquenchable desire to relive it. Mirela would have become a sort of proto-vampire like Porles, technically still a living human but now possessing an insatiable desire for sex and a profound hunger for the blood and flesh of lesser creatures like insects and small mammals. Fortunately for her, no such destiny awaited Mirela.

Şarpe pushed his thumb in and out of Mirela to play with her anus a few more times before finally withdrawing his digit from her arse. Mirela groaned as Şarpe slid his cock out of her with excruciating slowness. His prick had been coated glistening wet with their combined ejaculate. Mirela felt curiously empty as Şarpe departed from her, and not just inside her cunny. It seemed as if her soul had taken leave of her body at the same time as Şarpe’s prick. Globs of red-white cream dripped from the gaping hole of Mirela’s cunny in rivulets to splatter upon the floor beneath her. It was impossible to tell if it was Şarpe or Mirela’s blood that had mixed with Şarpe’s seed.

Vivianna took her turn with Mirela next, pulling her dress up and forcing Mirela to engage in yet another perversion as she forced Mirela to sit on her knees. Vivianna pulled on the back of Mirela’s neck to direct Mirela’s mouth to her crotch. Mirela was far too gone due to her copious blood loss and numerous orgasms to lick Vivianna the way the Countess desired. Vivianna settled for holding Mirela in place by gripping her hair tightly and grinding her wet cunny over Mirela’s noncompliant mouth.

Once she had finished getting off on the defilement of her victim, Vivianna dropped to her knees behind Mirela. She held Mirela up by her shoulders, knowing the woman would be too weak and drained now to stand. Vivianna pulled back on Mirela’s hair to draw her head to rest upon Vivianna’s shoulder with Mirela’s bloodied neck on full display. Vivianna sniffed Mirela’s face and smelled her own pungent scent covering the entirety of it. Mirela’s mouth, cheeks, and even her hair had been drenched by the output of Vivianna’s last orgasm.

“Mmm, I look and smell so good on you,” Vivianna whispered to Mirela. “So tell me, Mirela. You let Şarpe fuck you while his finger was up your arse until he came inside you. Then you let me make wild, passionate love to your face with my cunt. Are you nothing more than a worthless slut, Mirela? I think you’ve always been this way, but it’s only now that your natural perversions have been unleashed. Tell me if I’m correct.”

Mirela shuddered as Vivianna named her true. Mirela truly hoped the Lord she’d devoted herself to was watching her now as she was willingly used by these evil creatures for their food and pleasure. She hoped her God could see how much she loved it.

“I am a worthless slut,” Mirela affirmed softly. “And I know exactly what my Mistress needs.”

Mirela moved a hand and caressed Vivianna’s dark hair. She tipped her head to the side and pulled Vivianna’s mouth down to her bared neck. Vivianna whispered ‘thank you’ before sinking her teeth into Mirela’s throat at the same spot that Loredana and Şarpe had already used.

Mirela moaned and made gurgling noises in her throat as Vivianna fed upon her. The now familiar tingling sensation in her cunny returned as Vivianna slowly drained her life away. Vivianna took this opportunity to fondle Mirela’s small but lovely breasts as she sucked Mirela’s blood before reaching down and petting the fur around Mirela’s cunny. Mirela cried out with a gasp of renewed pleasure as Vivianna pushed her fingers inside of Mirela and attempted to draw out the copious remains of Şarpe’s ejaculate pooling deep inside Mirela’s cunny. Once she had gathered enough that her hand was drenched with Şarpe’s vile seed and Mirela’s own juices, Vivianna fed the dark, sticky mixture to Mirela. The girl sucked and slurped on Vivianna’s fingers as the Countess forced the corrupted innocent to swallow. Vivianna could feel Mirela’s throat opening and constricting against Vivianna’s mouth as Mirela consumed the pure evilness. It gave Vivianna such pleasure to watch Mirela transform from such a goodly creature into their own personal whore.

Vivianna could have been feeding upon Mirela for less than a minute or several hours. All concept of time had abandoned Mirela’s senses. The only truth Mirela understood was that she had climaxed twice more while Vivianna sucked her and stroked her cunny. Mirela’s body was at the least enjoying her utter corruption even if her mind was horrified.

When Vivianna had finished, she let go of Mirela who leaned forward slackly with her face pressed to the rug. It was impossible to stop the flow of blood from her neck now and it stained the floor below her. The room spun around in Mirela’s head which pounded and ached nearly as bad as her neck did. It felt like she might expire soon. All color had been drained from Mirela’s face along with the lifeforce of her blood and Mirela shivered like her body’s warmth had been stolen all away as well. She didn’t think she would ever feel warm again. Mirela wasn’t afraid to die, not after what she had endured the past few days. In fact, she yearned for it by this point. No hell could be worse than this. But though the hour of Mirela’s darkness had come, death would not be her fate.

“It is time,” Vivianna told the others as she stood up and joined them. “Mirela is resting at the balance between life and death and has nearly pierced the veil. Death and rebirth, living and unliving, purity and corruption are as one within her. ”

“It should be me who does it,” Loredana insisted. “Someone of her old family should induct her into her new one.”

“As you wish,” Vivianna replied with a smirk.

The Countess walked over to Loredana and scratched the fingernails of both hands over the redhead’s throat with deceptive gentleness. Without warning, she tore her arms away from each other in a ripping motion to tear the side of Loredana’s neck open. Blood spurted from Loredana’s wound and spilled down her neck. She covered the flow with her hand before bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste the still warm fluid. Loredana felt excitement surging through her as she tasted Mirela’s flavor mixed in with her own blood. Loredana and Mirela had more than the bonds of sisterhood linking them together now.

Loredana sat down on her knees facing Mirela. Loredana took her sister by the hair and pulled her back up to a sitting position. Mirela’s eyes were shut and she appeared minutes, if not seconds away from death. Loredana propped her sister’s body up and cradled Mirela’s head against her shoulder, pressing Mirela’s mouth to Loredana’s bloodied neck. Loredana stroked Mirela’s hair and hummed to her soothingly using the melody of a nursery rhyme their mother sang to them when they were children. Loredana’s dress quickly became slick and wet with Mirela’s leaking blood.

“Drink, my sweet darling,” Loredana whispered softly. “Drink and let my blood flow into you. Then we can truly be sisters.”

Though Mirela hoped for death desperately, once she felt Loredana’s warm blood trickling over lips she felt a sudden overwhelming urge to taste it. Mirela tentatively opened her mouth and licked the red fluid into her mouth. It tasted warm and absolutely delicious as it passed between her lips. Mirela swished the blood around in her mouth before gulping it down. The flavor of Loredana’s blood tasted better than any food or wine Mirela had ever consumed. It was like water for a man dying of thirst. A trinity of nectar, panacea, and Eucharist all combined in one. Mirela wanted more. Needed more. She allowed more of Loredana’s blood to run into her mouth, but it wasn’t flowing rapidly enough for her liking. Mirela opened her mouth wide and clamped it over the perforation in Loredana’s neck.

Loredana gasped and moaned in ecstasy as she felt Mirela sucking upon her. Her loins were stimulated wet without even needing to be touched. Mirela had no idea what she was awakening in Loredana but she would soon understand and share Loredana’s pleasure.

“There you go, sister,” Loredana said as she held Mirela’s tightly to her throat while she caressed Mirela’s pretty brown hair. “Drink deeply and take your fill of me.”

The tingling sensation Mirela felt earlier in her cunny had turned dormant but was now returning in full force. Feeding upon her sister felt more pleasurable than anything she had experienced before, even better than the times Vivianna or Bianca had touched her and surprisingly more so than Şarpe sticking his prick deep inside her. Mirela could feel herself changing as a conflict brewed within her heart. Purity contended with corruption, light battled the dark, good and evil fought in a losing battle. Partaking in Loredana’s unholy communion while Şarpe’s seed still filled Mirela’s body made it impossible for the goodness remaining in Mirela to resist the corruption she had surrendered herself to. Mirela wondered if it was possible to feel both living and dead at the same time.

Bela and Şarpe had been watching Mirela’s conversion intently, both of them aroused by what they were seeing. Bela turned to Şarpe and asked him in a whining voice, “When are you finally going to do that for me? I want you to make me like you too. I deserve it more than Mirela does.”

“Very soon, my dear,” Şarpe assured Bela as he patted her on her plump bottom. “I promise.”

Bianca crawled on all fours over to Loredana and Mirela like a dog. Her trailing leash making a clanking noise on the floor behind her as she creeped toward them. Bianca sat on her knees like a good pet and reached her hands between her sister’s legs, letting her fingers stimulate the areas on Loredana and Mirela’s bodies where they could do the most good. Loredana’s cunny felt like it was covered in scar tissue as if it had been hastily reassembled following major trauma but hadn’t fully healed yet. Mirela’s cunny felt as fresh and wet as a spring flower covered with morning dew. Bianca pushed her fingers inside of them and pumped her digits in and out of their cunnys repeatedly. The sisters all moaned in unison as Bianca helped bring Loredana and Mirela nearer to their climaxes.

Bianca grabbed handfuls of Mirela’s buttocks and lifted her up by her bottom so Bianca could crawl beneath Mirela’s crotch. Bianca pulled Mirela down by her hips so that her cunny lips rested upon Bianca’s mouth. Bianca lapped at Mirela like a hound as her hand reached over and stroked Loredana’s sex. Loredana’s cunt seemed to suck Bianca’s fingers inside and Loredana pushed herself down on Bianca’s hand until four of the fingers penetrated her completely.

Cunnilingus had never been performed on Mirela before and Bianca’s long tongue felt so good licking beneath Mirela’s cunny that Mirela nearly collapsed due to the overwhelming pleasure. Loredana ensured that Mirela remained propped up with her mouth pressed tightly to Loredana’s neck so Mirela’s feeding might continue uninterrupted. Loredana wasn’t sure how long Mirela needed to drink to complete the ritual so she decided just to keep going until Mirela was satisfied. All these sensations were making Mirela feel very naughty. She wiggled her bottom against Bianca’s face and made her sister lick the areas of her cunny that felt the most sensitive.

Mirela’s hands had been hanging limply at her sides for a while now but found life again. They caressed all over Loredana’s body, exploring the peaks and valleys of her sister’s curvy form. Loredana possessed a large and glorious bosom that Mirela’s hands couldn’t get enough of. Her breasts were so soft and pillowy, the nipples hard and pointed. Mirela reached down and grabbed Loredana’s plump bottom, groaning at how sexy and full her buttocks felt when squeezed between Mirela’s fingers. Mirela used her grip upon Loredana’s arse to rock her up and down on top of Bianca’s fingers. Mirela wanted both of them to enjoy themselves as much as Mirela was.

Mirela opened her eyes for the first time since she had begun feeding upon Loredana. She couldn’t see much beyond Loredana’s bloodied, freckled neck though she did have a narrow view of Şarpe, Bela, and Vivianna. Bela stood between the Count and Viscount and was groaning loudly as Şarpe and Vivianna licked and bit on opposite sides of her neck. The vampires ran their hands over Bela’s body possessively as they fed upon her. Şarpe and Vivianna reached their hands down and caressed Bela’s thighs before raising their fingers up to Bela’s crotch. Their hands stroked Bela between her thighs simultaneously as they enjoyed their meal of her.

Mirela closed her eyes again and focused purely on her own enjoyment. She smacked her lips against Loredana’s neck and drank deeply from her blood flow. Loredana’s blood had a strong metallic taste that felt so very warm and flavorful gathered on Mirela’s tongue. Bianca attended to Mirela well, placing her hands upon Mirela’s bottom and propping Mirela up on her feet so that she squatted over Bianca’s face. Bianca’s tongue glided across Mirela’s cunny with ease while in this position and she inserted the whole length of her tongue inside Mirela while Bianca nibbled on Mirela’s clitoris. Bianca swallowed the traces of Şarpe’s ejaculate that she coaxed into dripping inside her open mouth. Mirela bounced her arse up and down on Bianca’s mouth, grunting and squealing as she used her sister’s tongue to fuck herself.

This is what Mirela had always wanted, wasn’t it? Whether she admitted it or not? Her beautiful blonde sister providing her sexual pleasure despite their familial relation? The old Mirela would have horrified by the circumstances that finally led to the two of them making love like they always wanted to. But the old Mirela was all but dead now. The new Mirela groaned with pleasure and her eyes rolled back into her head as Bianca’s tongue moved past Mirela’s perineum to lick her anus. Mirela shuddered as Bianca’s long, flexible tongue slipped inside her arsehole.

When Mirela opened her eyes she saw Bela was now down on her knees sitting between Şarpe and Vivianna. Bela held Şarpe’s cock with one hand while her other was wrapped around Vivianna’s thigh. Mirela’s littlest sister alternated between putting her mouth over Şarpe’s prick and sucking on it and placing her face between the Countess’ thighs and sticking her tongue inside Vivianna’s cunt. Bela went back and forth between them, her mouth ensuring that her Master and Mistress were pleasured for equal durations.

The debauched scene achieved its climax when Bianca licked Mirela and fingered Loredana to simultaneous orgasms. The sisters were connected by a shared pleasure and a transfusion of their essences that made permanent Mirela’s corruption. Mirela knew this would be only the first of many times she would make love to her sisters and realized she was intensely aroused by thinking of the depravity of such acts. As Mirela climaxed while feeding on Loredana she thought she felt the little remaining goodness in her soul slip away. She grinded against Bianca’s mouth and once Mirela had rode out her pleasure all over Bianca’s face, she removed her bloody mouth from Loredana’s neck and collapsed down to the floor. Mirela laid there unmoving for several minutes while Loredana and Bianca made love like wild animals beside her.

“Will she be alright?” Bela finally wondered. “Is she dead?”

“Hush now, foolish girl,” Vivianna retorted. “Give her time.”

Mirela lay still for over ten minutes, her chest barely moving with the breath of life. Eventually her body stirred and Mirela sat up. She yawned pleasantly and stretched her arms wide as if she had awoken from a great slumber. Mirela stood to her feet, her hair sticking out wild and unkempt while her eyes showed with a feverish light. She stood tall and proud in her nakedness, not afraid to bare her nudity to anyone here despite her earlier timidity.

Mirela regarded each of those gathered in turn before focusing upon Bela. Mirela’s youngest sister possessed something no one else here did. Mirela needed it desperately. Mirela took a few steps toward her and pulled Bela’s plump body to her. Mirela held Bela tightly and reached down to grab handfuls of Bela’s meaty buttocks through her dress. Mirela made a growling noise in her throat as she clutched Bela’s bottom so hard that it hurt while she grinded her hairy, naked sex against Bela’s thigh. The action tickled and soaked Bela’s leg.

“Mirela?” Bela asked hesitantly. “Umm, is everything okay?”

Mirela squeezed and fondled her sister’s bottom with fingers that dug deeply into Bela’s cheeks and thighs. Her index fingers reached startlingly close to Bela’s cunny. Mirela answered her sister with a grin, “Everything is absolutely fantastic, sister. I really can’t thank you enough for leading us to Sidexes. You can’t possibly understand how amazing this new existence feels.”

Mirela noticed a trickle of blood dripping down the side of Bela’s neck where either Şarpe or Vivianna had fed upon her earlier. The sight of Bela’s blood affected Mirela strangely. Her heart rate increased as the inadequate quantity of blood in her body flowed more rapidly. Mirela felt both starving and thirsty at the same time and she knew no water or food could possibly quench that hunger or thirst. Her senses became far more powerful. Through Bela’s dress Mirela’s fingertips could feel the imprints of pimples, the stains of blemishes, and the follicles of tiny little hairs on her sister’s bottom. She smelled the iron in Bela’s blood and detected her sister’s natural scent wafting up from between her legs. Mirela’s stomach rumbled as she hungered. The pupils of her eyes turned a blood red color and her mouth opened to reveal rows of sharpened teeth along with two razor-sharp incisors.

“Come closer, my sister,” Mirela beckoned. “I want to kiss you on that pretty little neck of yours.”

THE END OF CHAPTER SIX