(Author's Note: The Transylvanian Concubines are loosely connected and can typically be read in any order. With that said, I feel this story really benefits from reading
Bark at the Moon
first, found here. The events will still make sense without reading Bark at the Moon, but a lot of context is laid out there. Stay kinky, stay creepy.)
Gwen woke up in a small cage. It was too small to stand or move in, barely large enough for Gwen at all. She frantically looked around her. She was totally naked except for a leather collar with a small charm on it and a leash.
She appeared to be in some sort of dungeon. She was surrounded by torches and stone walls. Sitting in a throne in front of her was a regal looking man. He was dressed in the height of Continental fashion and was, Gwen had to confess, rather handsome. The man held three chain leashes, each connected to a collar around the neck of a girl kneeling before him. The girls looked up at him fawningly, three beautiful porcelain skinned beauties, two dark haired and a haughty looking blonde one. Seeing the blonde girl, memories came flooding back to Gwen. The Pale Lady...
Gwen remembered running through the night nude, acting like a dog for this woman's amusement. She remembered this woman... pleasuring herself... with Gwen's mouth. She remembered the man too, his piercing eyes, the feel of his hands over her body. Gwen touched the leather collar and the charm. She reached up and felt her hair, still in the stupid pony tails that looked like dog ears.
"Let me out of here right now!" She yelled to her captors. She assumed the man was some petty nobility who got his kicks abusing women. Well that was just fine. She wasn't one of these little Slavic sluts he was used to dealing with. She was a proper British lady.
No answer. She yelled louder "Let me go, right......" A searing pain went through Gwen's whole body. She felt each muscle tighten up as she fell to the floor of the cage.
"Now, now Gwen, that is not how I expect my dog to act." Gwen saw the Pale Lady and one of the black haired girls laugh as they hugged at the man's leg. The other dark haired girl had at some point begun to orally pleasure the man. She glanced at Gwen with her large eyes as her head bobbed up in down in her Master's lap.
"I am NOT a dog you..." More pain. Gwen fell to the fetal position, panting.
"You shall only bark, growl, whimper, or howl unless you are given explicit permission otherwise. Do you understand?" the man asked
"Please, liste..." more horrific pain
"Try again."
Gwen swallowed. "Arf!"
"Much better. You are a dog now, Gwen. You will spend a small period of time each month with the mental capacity of a dog. You will think of nothing but doing tricks, chasing small animals, and giving sexual pleasure to those who control you. I think you got a small preview of this last night."
Gwen had a thought to tell this man what she thought of all this, but instead she just growled.
He smirked "Good girl. The rest of the time, you will act the part. Any deviation, any attempt at walking on two legs, speaking, or using your hands will result in punishment. Bark if you understand."
Gwen weighed her options. She barked, obediently. The girls laughed at her and gazed up at their Master.
"Please, alllow me to introduce myself, I am Count Dracula. These three lovely girls are my Brides: Magdlalena." The Pale Lady mouthed a kiss to Gwen "Dorota" one of the black haired girls licked her mouth with its heavy black lipstick. "And little Alzbeta." the girl engaged in fellatio fluttered her eyelashes as she continued her task.
"My girls have been clamoring for a pet, a plaything, and I am a kind and doting husband. Am I not, Dorota?"
"Mmm yes my Count, so kind." The girl replied, kissing his hand as he offered it to her.
"I had originally intended to be your primary Owner but my little Magda seemed to enjoy herself so much yesterday I think she shall have the responsibility of taking care of our family pet." Magdalena looked up puzzled at the Count.
The Count pulled on Magdalena's leash, pulling her up as he bent down and kissed her full on the lips He removed a buckling leather band that matched Gwen's collar from his wrist and, roughly grasping Magalena's own slender wrist, fastened it above the steel shackle on her left arm.
"She is your's, sweet Magda. Consider her an... anniversary present."
Magdalena's eyes lit up with joy, love and savagery. "Oh thank you my Count! May I play with her now?"
"Of course, my dear." The Count handed Magdalena a multi headed whip that made Gwen cringe. She made herself as small as possible as she futilely found some exit or escape. The thing consisted of a black handle, emerging from which were many thin chains that shone in the torchlight.
The Count unleashed Magdalena and she rose to her feet. She strode confidently towards Gwen. Dressed in black high heeled slippers, black stockings, and a black corset that was drawn impossibly tight, Magdalena's clothing drew a sharp contrast to her alabaster skin. Gwen felt desire welling up in her for this woman, despite these thoughts being completely improper for a young lady to have when viewing another woman. She wanted Magdalena, to be owned by her. Gwen felt her sex react to Magdalena and felt her nipples grow hard and pert.
Magdalena unlocked the cage. "Out, bitch." she said harshly to Gwen. Gwen hesitated for a moment, remembering the humiliations of the previous night and imagining what lay in store for her now. That moment was enough to draw a reaction. "I said OUT!" Magdalena pulled on the leash hard and Gwen was pulled against her will out of the cage. "We live in a house of discipline, my puppy, and you will obey. Do you understand me?"
Gwen whimpered. "Good girl, good Gwen. You will suffer tonight, little dog girl. Nothing you do can stop the suffering, but if you please me enough you can lighten it. Come." Magdalena tugged on the leash and Gwen crawled behind her.
Just yesterday, Gwen was a dignified lady. She was not rich, that idiot Lawrence didn't have the venom in him to be truly successful, but she was well off. And suddenly, without warning, she was the pet of a mad Romanian woman. She had no choice but to, as Magdalena put it, obey.
Magdalena led Gwen to a pile of oriental pillows near the Count. Gwen had not noticed the pillows before, but admittedly was preoccupied by waking up naked in a cage and being tortured with sorcery. Magdalena sat on the edge of the silk pillows, her legs spread scandalously wide. She pulled on Gwen's leash and brought Gwen's face to that flower between her legs. "You will do what good doggies do, Gwen. Lick. Prove your worth" Magdalena's sex was tantalizing as it dominated Gwen's vision. Gwen could smell the girl's excitement and it stirred lust in Gwen's naked form as well.
Gwen began to lick at Magdalena. She had pleasured other women before, when she was a girl at boarding school, but this felt different somehow. She began nervously at first, until she felt one of Magdalena's hands grip her hair and push her more deeply in. The scent was overwhelming, and Gwen began to lick and suck more furiously. She heard moans of approval from Magdalena and increased her efforts even further.
Gwen suddenly felt searing pain on her back. She knew it came from the chain flail Magdalena held, but the chain bit into her flesh much deeper than Gwen expected. Each strike began as a burning, but ended with feelings of stinging pleasure. Gwen felt herself begin to anticipate and crave each time the whip hit her.
