Bar at the Moon

A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

Gwen sat in the bed, waiting for her husband to finish in the bathroom. She wished she had something to read, but all the books and newspapers in the hotel were written in Hungarian or Romanian or some foreign language like that. So instead she sat and glowered.

Coming here had been a terrible idea. Who takes a holiday in Romania? The weather was awful, the food was barely edible, the people were dull, that disgusting dog biting her had only made a rotten holiday worse. She had wanted Paris, or New York, but no, Lawrence had insisted on exploring the continent. His childish obsession with exotic cultures meant every holiday they had gone on had been grueling more than relaxing. Another mistake in the long list of mistakes the man had made in their marriage.

Lawrence finally emerged from the bathroom. "Cheer up Gwen." he said almost fearfully "It's not that bad."

"I was bitten by some Gypsy mongrel... calling it a dog is being too kind Lawrence. A wolf would be more accurate."

"But she was so apologetic Gwennie. And she gave you that exotic little necklace."

"Which you then paid her for. It was a Gypsy trick, dear husband, and, like so many times, you acted the fool" Still, it was a lovely necklace. At least there was that.

"Oh stop it Gwen." He settled into the small bed next to her. "Give us a kiss."

Gwen shoved Lawrence away from her. "I'd rather not dear. Good night" The couple fell asleep fully clothed, as distant mentally as they were close physically.

Gwen woke up about two hours later. She shook herself out of bed clothes and peered over the snoring Lawrence out the window. The moon shone full and bright above her. Gwen jumped naked through the open window, landing on her hands and knees. She scampered off quickly into the night, tongue hanging from her mouth as she felt the cold air on her entire body. She stopped, looked at the moon, and did what good doggies do. She howled.

Magdalena lounged idly on a tombstone. She wore a thin and tiny nightgown that clung to her curves. Steel shackles encircled her wrists and ankles, and an ornate collar hugged her throat tightly. She kicked at the dirt with one of her bare feet, feeling it between her toes. This Dog Girl was certainly taking her time.

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The Count had insisted Magdalena was the one to greet the Dog Girl. She was the oldest of his Brides and the only one of the three he trusted to be anything but a sex toy. She was often used as a sex toy as well, but had further responsibilities as the head slave in his household such as this. "Imagine, my little Magda," the Count had said earlier in the evening, softly kissing her shoulders "You will be the first to have her in her new life."

"Oh how wonderful. I get to fuck a dog." No sooner had the words escaped her lips than a strong slap from the Count's hands hit her across her aristocratic face. She fell to the floor in front him. Magdalena knew better than to talk back to the Count. But she liked the results too much to stop. She tried to hide her smile as she rubbed her face.

"Listen to me, you filthy slut. You are mine. You shall be mine until even the ruins of this world are dust. You will obey all my commands. And, you will fuck whatever I tell you to fuck." His eyes glowed red, and Magdalena melted beneath that gaze. "Do you understand or do I need a stronger way to establish what it means to be my slave?"

"Yes my Count, I understand my Count. I am sorry for questioning you my Count" Magdalena said humbly. She crawled to him and began to kiss his feet.He ran his fingers through her blonde hair. "Good girl. Now go. The Janosik graveyard. And take this with you." With one strong hand the Count lifted Magdalena from her grovelling, pulling her by her collar. "When she arrives, attach this to her collar." Magdalena took a glistening silver medallion from the Count's hand. On the smooth disc was nothing but the engraving of a name "Gwen"

Gwen ran swiftly on all fours. She didn't know where she was going, but her body craved a specific place. She was stopped eventually by a man on the edge of the town. He said something, but Gwen didn't know what it was. She did know she needed to make the man go away. And she knew how to do it.She drew herself up to a kneel. Hands dangling before her. She barked. The man seemed confused. She barked again and began to nuzzle at his crotch.Very soon, Gwen was on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth. She had never sucked a cock before, but her mouth naturally began to pleasure the man. Within minutes, Gwen felt semen shoot into her mouth. She sprinted away again, cum dribbling from her open mouth. The man would tell his friends for the rest of his life about the strange girl who acted like a dog and sucked his cock on a public street but no one ever believed him.

Magdalena was growing impatient. She would huff in frustration, but she no longer breathed. She eyed a charnel pit and picked out one of the arm bones. Magdalena was seriously considering using it to pleasure herself when she saw a hurried shape approaching.Magdalena's eyes watched hungrily. A young woman, nude except for a leather collar around her neck, was running towards her on all fours. This must be "Gwen." Her blonde hair trailed behind her in the wind as her perky breasts swung underneath her. Magdalena was suddenly much more interested in initiating this little one into her new life.

Gwen saw the pale lady and knew suddenly that she was exactly who Gwen had been running to all night. She trotted up and began to rub her head on the pale lady's thigh. The pale lady grasped some of Gwen's hair and made it into a ponytail on the side of her head, before grabbing hair from the other side to make a matching one. Gwen knew the pale lady had given her doggy ears and she yipped in excitement. She felt her rump begin to wiggle automatically. The pale lady giggled and gave it a hard smack.

The pale lady began to pet Gwen all over her body. Gwen began to whimper. This felt so good. She felt the hands squeeze her breasts before slapping both of them. The pale lady took a pretty little thing and attached it to Gwen's collar. The pretty little thing filled Gwen with lust and she pounced on the pale lady.

The pale lady fell easily to the ground beneath Gwen. Gwen pushed her face into the pale lady's slit and began to lick furiously. She felt cold hands run down the smooth flesh of her back, before gripping her doggy ears and pulling her face further into the cunt. Gwen pushed furiously at it. The smell and taste of the pale lady's excitement were sending her into a frenzy. Gwen heard moans above her and began to pay care and attention to that fleshy little button Gwen knew would send the pale lady over the edge.

She alternated between licking and sucking it. The pale lady pulled Gwen's face so close in she couldn't breathe, and then Gwen was released.

When the Count arrived in his coach Magdalena was, of all things, playing fetch with Gwen. Magdalena laughed as she threw a human arm bone and waited for the the nude girl to scamper off and obediently return it to her.

Gwen returned the bone again and stopped when she saw the Count. She whimpered, and cautiously approached him."Heel." he said to his new dog firmly. Gwen knelt with her hands in her lap. The Count took her right tit in his hand and fondled it. "How was she?" he asked his eldest bride.

"Wonderful, my Count. I have not had so reverent a mouth in over a century.

The Count continued playing with the breast as they talked. "Excellent, dear Magda, excellent. She will be a welcome addition to our household."

"Is she to remain this dog girl forever, my Count? Will she ever be the frigid woman she was when you found her?"

"That is the final degradation, my dear." The Count smiled, his fangs making him look like a wolf about to gorge itself. "She will wake up in a cage in the dungeon tomorrow. She will remember tonight, but be disgusted by it. She will be the little English housewife I first discovered yelling at her husband. But she will be treated as the bitch in heat I have created." He switched his attention to her other breast, teasing the nipple. "Kept leashed, forced to walk on all fours and punished every time she tries to use human speech. Every month, she will mentally become the dog girl for a handful of days, and when it subsides she will mentally be a human woman forced to eat on the floor and to pleasure whoever I see fit. Her time as a simple dog will increase more and more over time, until finally she will be my sex toy and pet for eternity."

"You are truly a monster, my Count. Please, use my body here, among the dead." Magdalena cooed.

The Count fell upon her, using her anus. Magdalena cried out with each thrust, grunting like a mantra "Thank you for your cock, my Count, thank you for your cock, my Count, thank you..."

Gwen stared blankly, kneeling and panting. She liked the pale lady and her friend, and hoped they would talk her home with them.

Somewhere nearby, Lawrence woke up and found his wife to be missing. His first thought was how much easier this made meeting with the young and buxom peasant girl he had discussed a nocturnal rendezvous with earlier. Whistling he left the hotel room. Oh how he loved naive and rustic peasant girls.