The Baroness took her hand away and looked it over.
“My, you are a big boy. And you have just made things so much easier for me.”
Indeed he had. A firm, solid cock was just what she needed to work on. After pushing it over his bell end, in almost the exact position that Mistress Madonna had done in the hunting lodge, she tightened up a steel cock ring; in fact it was so tight that it had the effect of making his glans swell to twice its normal size; which was exactly what she had been aiming for.
“Yes, I believe that I can find space there for the first batch of needles.”
So, one after another, she drove twenty needles into his purple bulb until they ringed its entire circumference. The other twenty she pushed into the shaft of his cock in two lines of ten, from just below the cock ring to its root. Well pleased, she gathered up the cables that were connected to each of the devices and plugged them into the control console that stood before his cage.
“Right, let us see how you like this.”
Her hand fell, knobs were turned and switches thrown and Julian did not like it one little bit. Instead of the steady continuous tingling she was delivering to Mistress Madonna, she hit him with intermittent bursts of much higher and widely spaced frequencies; his cock jerking visibly and his eyes screwing up as each jolt struck home. The current was so low that it could not cause any damage, but it could certainly cause distress and real discomfort. It was not exactly pain in the usual sense of the word, but it was a biting, spearing, nerve-jangling experience and definitely an effective torture.
“If you actually had a future, I would say that this was a lesson to ensure that you mind your tongue from now on. But as you have not, well . . .”
She left the sentence unfinished; there was really no need to say more.
Now for the Marquis.
“Clothes off and get into the last cage.”
Without a word, the Marquis did her bidding and installed himself in the cage. She hooked him up in exactly the same fashion as Julian and although her original intention had been to drive him to orgasm by delivering the sexually stimulating current that Mistress Madonna was enjoying, because his earlier insolent remarks about her and his cock being the sole reason that she remained at the castle had raised her ire, she hit him with the same intensity of current that Julian was suffering.
After standing back for several minutes to enjoy the spectacle of her two male victims writhing and convulsing in torment as the electric bolts shocked their genitals and set their teeth on edge, a dreamy-eyed Mistress Madonna once again became the object of her attention. Although she had not meant Mistress Madonna to reach any sort of fulfilment, while she was dealing with Julian and the Marquis, that is exactly what had happened; several deeply satisfying orgasms having washed over her wired-up victim. Not the shattering body-racking eruptions that The Colonel generated but softly flowing ripples of pleasure that flowed out from her vagina to cover her entire body with a warm satisfied glow of contentment. The experiences had been so sensual and soothing that Mistress Madonna’s mind had drifted away from the diabolical laboratory to a land of floating harmony and calm contentment.
Not what the Baroness had intended at all.
To instil a false sense of security in Mistress Madonna had been her sole desire, so when her main assault was launched, its impact would be all the greater. Lost in whatever wonderland to which she had been transported Mistress Madonna was catapulted back into reality by a jolting, searing blast of electricity.
Opening her eyes, she found herself confronted by an obviously irate and discontented Baroness; unable to believe that she had allowed herself to derive so much pleasure from her evil torturer’s actions.
“You are nothing but a whore! I had thought that there was more to you, but it seems that I was wrong. You do not care what is thrust up your cunt so long as it is hard and big enough. Alright, if that is so, I have something that might delight you even more. Or then again, it may not!”
Whether it would or not, Mistress Madonna was not in a hurry to find out. The Baroness on the other hand was more than eager to demonstrate what she had in mind. Cutting the current, she reached into the cage and with a firm hand tugged the now inert metal shaft from Mistress Madonna’s vagina.
Returning to the console, she made a studied series of adjustments to the controls before holding up her next weapon of abuse for Mistress Madonna to see. It was nothing but a strap-on dildo.
“It’s not the first time I’ve seen one of those. Am I supposed to be impressed or frightened? I don’t think so.”
Mistress Madonna genuinely could not understand why the Baroness thought that she would be intimidated by such an ordinary implement.
“Look more closely, I think that you will see it is not quite like anything that you have encountered before.”
A little closer inspection revealed that the Baroness’ word were true. As Mistress Madonna’s eyes roved over the contraption it became very apparent that there was indeed something different about this one. For one thing, the artificial cock was huge, she would certainly know about it if that were to be stuffed up her twat. And not only that, it was not rubber or plastic but a shiny steel. Then she saw something that wiped away her insouciant dismissal of the device and set her pulse racing in the blink of an eye; like everything else that had been stuck or plugged into her, electrical leads were connected to the dildo. Her mouth falling, her eyes widened as she took in the full import of what she was seeing.
“Ah, so have noticed at last. I was beginning to think that I had to spell it out for you. Nice, is it not? And when it is stuck tight up your cunt and I set the current flowing once again I guarantee that you will not regard it with such flippancy.”
Stripping off her dress and fastening the harness around her waist and the straps between her legs, the Baroness hooked the electric dildo into the console and readied it for action. Checking the controls to ensure that all was to her satisfaction, she called Quasimodo over her side once more.
“Everything is ready. When I give you the word, just flip the main switch. That is all you need to do.”
With the giant steel dildo waving in front of her crotch, the Baroness waddled over to the cage, threw a thick rubber mat onto its floor and stepped inside.
“Now, here is when we find out what you are really made of.”
Standing on the rubber mat to make extra sure that she was fully insulated, using both hands to part Mistress Madonna’s sex flaps, with knees bent the Baroness crouched to put the dildo in the best position to ram into her hole. Despite being fully juiced up following her languorous orgasms, Mistress Madonna’s vagina was not prepared to allow it access without a struggle. Every inch of its journey up into her vagina was a hard fought struggle; the Baroness pushed and her fully-stretched tunnel resisted. But there has to be a winner in every battle and it was inevitable that in this instance the victor would be the Baroness.
Face to face, tit to tit and crotch to crotch the Baroness and Mistress Madonna were almost clamped together. Mistress Madonna was astounded to find that flickerings of arousal were beginning to ripple through her body as the Baroness clasped her hands over her buttocks and pulled her even closer.
Turning her head, the Baroness calmly issued her instruction.
“Quasimodo. Now!”
Mistress Madonna saw his hand fall. Then the universe exploded. Her body convulsed as the first shocks hit her and the whole cavern lit up as blinding forks of lightning struck the cage, sizzling bolts of electricity whizzed randomly through the air and chaos reigned all around her.
Seemingly oblivious to all the mayhem, the Baroness began pumping the electric dildo into Mistress Madonna’s twat. And what a dildo it was. The Baroness had switched the current from the continuous, massaging tingles that she had originally delivered to that now being employed on Julian
and the Marquis. Not only that but she had widened the frequencies and stepped up the current so that Mistress Madonna was being hammered by shocks far greater than either of those two were suffering.
Filled to its utmost capacity, her love tunnel was hit again and again. Her body became one looped circuit of flowing electricity as her clitoris, her nipples, her tits and her anus, sometimes separately and sometimes in unison, were all jolted with separate bursts. Hellish her treatment might have been but it was incredibly and unbelievably stimulating and as the Baroness rammed into her with unrestrained vigour, she writhed and squealed as the most monumental orgasm of all time ripped through her.
And on either side of her, the Baroness’ other two victims were not to be left out. Succumbing to their own treatment, the shocks electrifying their cocks propelled them both into ejaculating climaxes, their spunk spurting out on great arcs to fall on the stone floor outside their cages.
With time becoming critical, the Baroness brought an end to the electrical tortures and stepped back out of the cage. After ordering Quasimodo to shut down all the electrical apparatus, slipping her dress back on she addressed a still shaking Mistress Madonna.
“You are the most unashamed, licentious whore it has ever been my experience to encounter; which makes it an even greater pity that you cannot remain here to serve me. As a replacement for Anna you would be superb. I even think that I shall miss you.”
Her words to Julian and the Marquis were rather more scathing.
“And as for you two, the less said the better.”
The Ceremony
ONLY THE BLACK CHAPEL that housed Dracula’s casket and the Transylvanian soil upon which it rested, now lay between the Frankesteinian chamber of electrical horrors and the Temple. As the grim party made their way through that loathsome vault, Vlad suddenly halted and bade them to carry on into the Temple without him.
“Comrades, I have left it too long. You Baroness know well that in order to maintain my powers of transformation it is vital that sometime during every night, if only for a short period of time, that I take on the form of a bat, a rat or one other of my nocturnal companions. And this night I have left it too long, I am weakening fast and must make the change right now.
“I will rejoin you very soon, do not doubt me; I will be back in time for the Ceremony.”
Not a second was wasted as before Mistress Madonna’s horrified eyes he melted inside his clothes. Shrinking smaller and smaller, his arms metamorphosed into leathery wings as his body took on the shape of a repulsive, wrinkled vampire bat. Mesmerised, she watched as the vile creature he had become, flapped the ineffectual wings that lacking strength, denied it flight and dragged its debilitated and earthbound carcass over the stone flags towards the casket.
The Count’s predicament obviously meant nothing to the Baroness, her urgent voice breaking the devilish spell that he had cast upon Mistress Madonna.
“Come. We must hurry, time is getting short. The Count will recover in due time and though we can wait for him, the Ceremony cannot wait for me!”
She pointed to Julian.
“Guards, take him through now; before I make my entrance.”
A protesting, struggling Julian was hustled away, and grasped tight in the supernaturally strong arms of Quasimodo, there was absolutely nothing that Mistress Madonna could do about it; although why her slave been taken in the Temple ahead of the rest of them she did not know.
After Julian was lost from sight, the Baroness, the Marquis and Quasimodo, closely surrounded by whip-wielding female guards followed in his wake. As they entered the Temple another sight challenged Mistress Madonna’s belief. Although the pens that had housed the Baroness’ herd of virgins were now empty, the shadowy flame-lit Temple was not. The monks and nuns she had been led to believe had deserted the castle centuries ago most certainly had not done so. They were still here. Hooded, with heads bowed, the monks in one line and the nuns in another, they formed a human avenue that led through the Temple to a stone altar at the far end. The Abbot and the Mother Superior stood side by side in front of the altar, calling out a litany of incantations, or petitions, Mistress Madonna could not tell which, that was answered by a low chanting response from the hooded figures.
“Vraiment, un rituel satanique, n’est-ce pas.”
The Marquis’ remark although it fell on the ears of everyone present, was really intended for Mistress Madonna. A shiver ran through her as her eyes swept over the evil scene before her; there was no denying that whatever was taking place did seem to be a truly satanic ritual. If these people had once been the children of God, they certainly were no longer.
The Marquis bowed low and mockingly before her.
“Bienvenue á la maison de Diable et la porte des enfers.”
“Welcome to the house of the Devil and the gateway to Hell.”
The words slipped in a low whisper from Mistress Madonna’s trembling lips as she translated his statement. Now she knew to whom the once holy servants of the Church now owed their allegiance: Satan himself!
Slipping her dress from her shoulders and the shoes from her feet, her breasts jutting proud and her forested sex in plain view; in a procession of one, the Baroness calmly and shamelessly walked between the assembled ranks of chanting Devil-worshipping Brothers and Sisters and mounted the steps up to the huge, intricately carved altar. At its base, chiselled out of the solid rock, the sacrificial bath was brimming with crimson elixir.
The chanting ceased; a crushing silence intensifying the dystopian atmosphere of the vilely intimidating cavern. Minutes passed as the Baroness stood naked before the evil, depraved beings who had originally been among the hierarchy of the Almighty’s representatives of his earthly kingdom.
Now corrupt beyond belief, the male half of that debauched duo was the first to break the silence and commence the finalisation of the Ceremony.
“Under the gaze of Our Lord Satan, the ancient rituals have all been carried out and the blood of ninety nine virgins awaits you Baroness. That ninety nine will not suffice, I know full well, but that was the number delivered to me and there is nothing in my power that I can do to alter that fact.”
“Do not worry yourself Abbot, you have both carried out your duties to my utmost satisfaction. The missing virgin was not the fault of either of you and we have acquired a most suitable replacement and so there is no danger to the Ceremony. The Marquis will make the sacrifice himself, the slave’s blood will soon be drained into the bath and I will submerge myself in its depths and so restore my youth for another year.
“And I believe that right now the moment is at hand for you and your worshippers to abandon yourselves to more earthly delights. But perhaps before they indulge themselves, you would like to lead the way, so to speak; show them just to what abandon they can release themselves.”
It seemed that they would.
“Good, let us waste no more time. Strip!”
Unable to contain his eagerness to obey her order, the Abbot pulled off his rich Vestments, revealing his flabby, distended body, his tiny shrivelled and circumcised cock and the wrinkled, overly huge ball bag that hung low between his thighs. His ceremonial garments fell to the floor one by one until they lay in a pile at the Baroness’ feet.
“Now you Mother Superior.”
In a more self-controlled fashion, the nun’s robes nevertheless floated down to flatten themselves over those of the Abbot. It was immediately apparent to Mistress Madonna that the endless years had treated her more kindly than they had her male counterpart. She was still extremely fuckable to say the least; in fact Mistress Madonna’s heart skipped a beat as her luscious body was slowly revealed. There were delights on offer there that in other circumstances she would have been only too eager to sample.
Mistress Madonna was not to know this, but that succulent, sex-laden body had over the centuries b
een responsible for luring uncountable immature virgins of both sexes into the clutches of the evil rulers of the castle. Venturing out into the surrounding villages in her guise as the Prioress of the Abbey, claiming to be recruiting novices to the communities of nuns and monks she had used sex to lure immature persons into her clutches. Once introduced to the delights of her unbounded carnal passions, she had ensured that every moment that they were separated from her aromatic, clasping cunt, her victims were living in a world of unsustainable frustration. She enticed them to join her at the castle with the promise that once ensconced within its confines with her, they would enjoy a continual, lifelong existence of raging, gut-wrenching sex.
The promised sex was true. Unfortunately for the innocents, not all of the sex was to be with her. Once inside the walls of the castle the outer gates would fall and if she intended the victim to be for her own use, the girl or boy would be clapped in chains and imprisoned in her quarters; those were the ones destined to become accustomed to the taste of her twat. She only kept two or three body slaves for herself at any one time and so the Abbot was given first choice of any new blood that she did not require for herself; which he then fucked with great grunting enthusiasm. That he offered them absolution from their sins at the same time that his cock was reaming their cunts or arses was neither here nor there.
Unlike the Baroness’ slaves who were kidnapped or purchased in batches, the satanic duo’s victims trickled in one by one and usually replaced a slave of whom they had grown tired or who had displeased them in one way or another. These poor discarded unfortunates would then be allocated to either the Marquis’ or Dracula’s herd, according to their needs.
So some would be consigned to the hideous depths below the castle to ensure that the Marquis’ requirements for new and different young bodies on which he could continue to experiment with ever inventive sexual depravities was not compromised.
They were fucked often.
Others would find that their destiny was to become another piece of flesh in the evil vampire’s horde.
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