A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines
Alzbeta woke up, as she did every night, in her coffin. She lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, and waited. Her wrists and ankles shackled, she had no choice but to wait for the Count or another of his servants to arrive and release her for the evening.
Alzbeta silently prayed the Count or at least his servant Ivan would free her. The Count and Ivan both enjoyed roughly using one of her holes as soon as she was unchained, but this was expected treatment for the sort of degraded creature she had become.
On the other hand, the other brides were especially cruel. Often they would whip her, laughing as they forced her to use her tongue to pleasure them or to clean the dirt and dust off their cold, dead feet. This was when they didn't have a more creative humiliation to subject her to. It was their right, of course. Alzbeta was the youngest of the Count's three brides, which gave them power over her. A slave even to her fellow slaves.
Even worse would be one of the foul rat creatures that served the Count. Hairless, pointy eared half human creatures with soulless black eyes and sharp teeth, they seemed to enjoy nothing more than tormenting Alzbeta whenever given a chance. In her sleep she was tormented by memories of their clawed hands and strange mouths on her body.
This was not the life, or rather unlife, that Alzbeta had expected. When she had first met the Count, she was a young, beautiful Romanian princess touring the lands neighboring her own. The Count, his charm, his sophistication, his sexual prowess had swept her away. They had begun an affair that was like nohting she had ever experienced in her young life. Her servants had tried to warn her about him, and had tried to convince her that he was some sort of folk devil but she had laughed them off.
Of course, they were right. The Count revealed to his lover that he was a vampire. He told her he had lived for centuries, and had never met a woman like Alzbeta. He promised to love her forever, to give her power she had never even dreamed of. And Alzbeta, of course, agreed to become his bride.
The Count had not mentioned several things about what it meant to be his bride. He had not mentioned she would be chained in a coffin when not being used by him or by one of his guests or servants. He had not mentioned he had two other brides, who she would be subservient to. But most of all, he had not mentioned the constant hunger, or how she would sate it. Despite all this, she loved him and would still do anything to gain his approval or attention. If she was to be a plaything, she was happy to be his plaything.
The sound of rattling above her meant someone had arrived to free her for the night. Alzbeta sighed with relief as the upper portion of her coffin lid creaked open and she saw the crooked face of the Count's servant Ivan. Ivan grinned with his remaining teeth at her. "Good evening whore."
"Good evening sir. Is there any way I can use my body to pleasure you?" Alzbeta was required to offer herself to any of the other denizens of the castle when they greeted her for the first time each night. If she did not, she would be beaten. Frequent beatings meant Alzbeta never forgot or refused anymore. She loathed Ivan, was disgusted by his touch, but she had to offer himself to him regardless. Luckily, she didn't have to feign arousal as Ivan took delight in how much he repulsed her.
"No whore. The master is hosting friends tonight. He plans to use you as a party favor." This was frequent for Alzbeta. The Count often loaned her to associates of his, as a reward for service or as part of an ongoing bargaining process he was involved in. Alzbeta had slept with three men before she became the Count's. She now often slept with more than that in a given night.
She waited for Ivan to release her. She was surprised instead when Ivan produced two items from his filthy jacket; a silk blindfold and a metal ring with a leather strap attached to either side of it. She had never seen it, which meant it would be part of a new humiliation the Count wanted her to experience.
Ivan roughly grabbed Alzbeta's hair to pull her head towards him. He smelled of alcohol and grave dirt. He tied the blindfold over her eyes and then there was darkness. Alzbeta felt his hand squeeze her cheeks and force her mouth open. Ivan's scent was almost unbearable this close and Alzbeta struggled to not react to it, which would have earned her a punishment. An object was pushed into her mouth that Alzbeta guessed was the metal ring. Ivan buckled it behind her head and then let her lie there. The ring pushed her mouth open to an uncomfortable degree. As Alzbeta lay there, her mind began to settle slowly on why exactly such a thing had been buckled into her mouth.
"So pretty, my little whore." Ivan wheezed as he took the sight of her in. The fact that his unwashed cock was not down her throat meant the Count had not given him permission to use her for which she thanked any god that would listen to the prayers of a creature like her. Instead he closed her coffin lid again and began to lift her onto a cart. She felt herself being wheeled down one of the castle's cobwebbed corridors. Her mouth ached and she knew it would only become worse as the night went on.
Ivan unloaded her with the help of some of the rat things They chittered and laughed to each other in their strange language as they moved their captive. She was lowered and then heard the upper portion lid of her coffin lid open again, leaving her exposed from the waist up, a shivering little thing with nipples hard from the cold on full display, drooling on herself because of the ring in her mouth.. She felt several groups of hands fondle her breasts and, just as she thought she could take no more, felt the wet tongue of one of the bat things lick her face. Alzbeta stayed perfectly still as she had been trained, not reacting despite how much she wanted to.
One of the rat things spit in her open mouth and laughed. The others all uttered screeching laughs and she felt spit from several more land on her face. And then Alzbeta was left to wait in silence and darkness for her Count.
Alzbeta had no way of knowing how much time passed. She remained upright in her coffin gagged, blindfolded, nothing with her but the spiders. She eventually heard voices, that of the Count and those belonging to what she assumed were her guests. She could not hear what they were saying, and had no right to know. She was an object owned completely and totally by the Count, to be used, dominated, humiliated or ignored as he saw fit.
