This story is a total fiction. It came from the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental and was not the intent of the author. There are no persons in this story that are under 18 years old with the only exception of the farmers 12 year old son that was not involved in any acts of a sexual or violent nature.
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The year is 1432 of the Christian calendar. I owned a small farm on the Hungarian plain. The harvest was in, and I was celebrating the event with a few of my friends in the village tavern. Not a thing I could afford very often but tonight was a special night.
It had been a long, hot, dry summer and there were times it was doubtful there would be a harvest. After the King's taxes, there would be enough for my small family and I to survive another cold hard winter. This was all a poor peasant could ask for. Unless you were of noble birth, you could ask for little more.
The night grew dark and since I had no horse I would have to walk the one and a half leagues to my farm.
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I finished my last pint of ale and bid goodnight to my friends and the tavern keeps.
As I left the warmly lit tavern, I pulled my coat around me against the cold north wind that seemed to chill me to my bones.
I walked at a brisk step. This helped to keep me warm as well as shorten the journey. The road was dark. It twisted and turned through the woods. All the leaves had fallen from the trees and what I could see held the cold look of death. There, twisted branches seemed to reach out and drag me down. There was no moon to light my path and even the stars failed me in the night mist.
I had walked to about the half way point when I felt someone was following. I couldn't see or hear anyone but it was just a ghostly feeling that made me shiver. Not from the cold but from the strange feeling that tugged at my coat tail.
I stopped in my tracks and listened but I could hear nothing. Feeling just a little silly, if not at ease, I walked on. I guess it is just the darkness of the night that made me imagine this ghostly tracker.
I came to a path that led into the woods I knew would take some time off my journey. I knew this path well but I had only used it in the day time. Never on a dark night like this. There would be no light at all in the deep woods that the path passed through and I knew that if I lost the path it would extend my journey, not shorten it. Then still, there was that haunting feeling that I was not alone in these woods but that someone was following me.
Once again I looked back the way I had come but still I could hear or see no one.
I smiled to myself, telling myself, "Are you such a cowardly fool that you see what is not there to see? Show some courage and move along."
I took one last look behind me and stepped out on the path through the woods. My pace slowed since I could not even see my boots carrying my body. It wasn't long before I had lost all sense of direction and I knew taking the path had been a mistake. I was so lost that I could not even turn back to the road. I didn't know by now in what direction lay the road.
Having no choice, I could only plod on; hopefully I could somehow find my way.
As I walked I could hear the twigs and leaves crack and snap under my feet.
The mist grew thicker as I walked and that feeling was back that someone was out there in the mist following in my foot steps.
Once again I stopped and listened. This time I heard the twigs snap behind me and knew something or someone was there.
"Hello," I called, "is someone there."
This time I was answered with soft laughter, a woman's laughter. Not the laughter of joy but this laugh was cruel and sinister. The laughter of the hunter who has its prey at her mercy.
This caused the hair to stand up on the back of my neck. There was someone there. Not an animal, or at least not the kind of animal with four legs. No wolf or bear ever made a sound like I was hearing that moment.
I was overcome with panic I turned from the laughter and ran. I could not see my hand in front of my face but my fear seemed to give me wings. The tree branches whipped and cut my face but still I ran. The brambles grew up around me and tore my clothes. I ignored the cuts and scratches to my body and ran on, I stumbled and got to my feet running on ever deeper into the forest. Finally I ran head long into a rock or tree trunk, but whatever it was it knocked me out cold.
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When I awoke, I felt a trickle of blood oozing from my fore head. I was gasping for breath. My head was still spinning when I sat up and looked around. There, about ten feet from my prostrate body was a patch of mist that seemed to glow with a light of its own. That same woman's laughter seemed to come from it.
I was trembling with fear but I was too dazed and exhausted to run again.
Slowly the woman's face appeared in the mist. It to seemed to glow. The skin was fair, almost chalk-white. Her hair was long and black, hanging straight down with no curls at all that I could see. Her lips were full and bright red. They were turned in a slight smile that projected no humor but a sinister smile of satisfaction all the same. The feature that held my soul, though, were her eyes. They seemed to burn with a fire that held me almost hypnotized by her gaze. I just could not look away.
The mist seemed to disappear around her but the soft glow remained so that I could plainly see her every feature and curve of her body.
She was dressed in a black evening dress that shimmered with a light of its own. The dress was off the shoulders with a neckline that plunged to reveal the tops of her large breasts. The bodice narrowed down to reveal a very slim waist, then billowed out again in the style preferred by noble women for ball room dances.
She looked at me and her smile broadened. When she moved toward me it seemed to my dazed brain that she floated rather then walked. Before I knew what was happening she was standing beside me looking down with a hunger in her eyes that terrified me even more than I was before, but at the same time, excited and aroused me.
While she gazed down at me her fingers started to work on the front laces to her dress. She worked very slowly as if to tease me with her charms. At last, she loosened them all, and then she pushed the dress down to her hips, exposing her big luscious breasts. In spite of their large size, they didn't appear to have any sag at all, but stood proudly and erect, with her nipples coming to a sharp point.
I tried but I just couldn't look away. My mouth was watering and my lust partly overcame my fear. Like a moth to the flame, I seemed to be drawn to my own doom.
She seemed to sway back and forth like a serpent about to strike. She pushed her dress down over her slender hips and it fell around her feet. She wore nothing under her dress. She was totally naked standing over me. Licking her lips like a cat ready to enjoy her game before devouring her prey. To her I was nothing but sustenance......food. Before she put an end to me, though, she was going to enjoy her depraved sexual games. Only after she tired of her games would she sink her fangs into my throat and take my life force, leaving me an empty shell.
She was the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever beheld. I was both terrified and at the same time longed to touch her soft smooth skin. Caress those firm breasts and suckle her nipples that stood out half an inch.
She dropped to her knees beside me and looked over my male body as if to evaluate my potential to satisfy her twisted lusts.
When she saw the bleeding gash on my forehead she showed her fangs and hissed. Reaching out her hand she dripped her finger in my flowing blood. Then drew the finger back to her mouth. Licking all the blood off her finger, she tilted her back and made a sound of pleasure, like she had just partaken of the nectar of the gods.
Then she turned her attention to her more carnal desires. She ran her fingers down my torn coat that covered my chest. Suddenly she grabbed the coat and tore it open. She must have had the strength of a hundred men because the coat and shirt ripped apart like wet tissue paper and my upper body was completely exposed. Now she ran her hands over my broad chest. She played with my pectoral muscles, smiling when I twitched to her icy touch she was as cold as the dead.
Then after a few minutes of playing with my chest, her attention shifter lower. She cooed when she spied the large bulge in my trousers. Her fingers stroked it through my trousers, measuring its length and girth. Again, just as she had done to my coat and shirt she ripped my trousers off my body and discarded the shredded remains. Then her icy fingers started again stroking my manhood. Cooing while she watched it grow harder and bigger.
