Chapter 6 – Elizabeth
Lucinda groaned in agony as she rested flat on her back next to the Monster upon the mattress in his chamber, every muscle screaming from the strain of the werewolf attack. Her pussy and breasts felt as if they had been rubbed raw. And she did not even want to think about her poor throbbing asshole. When they arrived back at the castle last night, her Master did a thorough exam on her to check for bruises or tears. Although she was relieved to know she had not been damaged by those sadistic animals, she still resented another man looking at her private parts. She had been examined enough down there to last her a lifetime!
And even now she was to get no peace for the Monster had turned upon his side and was ogling her with that hungry lusty look of his.
"No!" she said stubbornly. "Don't even think about it! I don't want to right now."
The Monster scowled and growled at her.
"I don't care!" she sniffled as unwanted tears burned at her eyes. "I don't feel good, can't you understand that, you big oaf? Why doesn't everyone just leave me alone?"
When she started to sob pitifully, she was astounded when the Monster began to wail loudly right along with her. He even put his arms awkwardly around her and held her close to his chest. Even though he was an ugly stupid brute, Lucinda felt an odd kinship with him. They were both equally fucked up by the Mad Scientist which bonded them in a weird sort of way, whether they liked it or not.
As she relaxed in his strong grip, she began to feel a tad better. She even managed to sleep a little. But then she awoke when the Monster slipped his hands under her nightgown to feel up her breasts.
"Monster, I said no!"
But the Monster's touch was gentle and soothing as he stroked her nipples lightly with his fingertips. She had taught him how to touch her just the way she liked it. Apparently, he did have some ability to learn when he was interested in the subject matter.
"Good...?" he asked.
Despite herself, she could not hold back a soft little moan as he massaged her breasts lovingly. She felt herself get wet. At least, everything was still in good working order down there.
"Good!..." he enthused.
Oh, she knew she was going to pay the price, but the Monster was making her so horny the way he was touching her breasts. She slipped off her nightgown and was surprised when the Monster parted her legs wide and licked lovingly at her crotch. He had never done that before! Although he certainly did not have the Vampire's technique, he had innocent enthusiasm working to his advantage. She squirmed and grew wet at the feel of his tongue teasing and exploring every crevice down there. He grasped at her hips, lifting them off the floor as he buried his face deeply into her pussy. She ran her fingers through what little ragged hair he had on his head, pushing his mouth upon more. He licked and suckled away at her until she came helplessly and sweetly into his insistent mouth.
"Bride...feel...good...?" he asked with hope in his big brown eyes, seeming rather proud of himself as pussy juice streamed down from his lips.
"Thank you, Monster. That was good. Very very good, in fact, but I am not your bride and you must not think of me that way. I am only your mate. There is a big difference."
As she told him this, Lucinda once more got the strange feeling that she did not belong in this place. But the memories of the other woman that she used to be eluded her yet again.
Before their rather limited conversation could continue, the Mad Scientist came to fetch her.
"Dress yourself, Lucinda, and come meet with me in the laboratory," he ordered sharply.
Lucinda was annoyed. Did her Master never think to knock at the door?
Feeling rather used and vulnerable, Lucinda picked one of the dowdiest dresses that she could find in her closet to wear. However, since the Mad Scientist had furnished her wardrobe, even this dress was low cut enough to show her cleavage.
"I received a call from Larry Talbot," her Master announced to her abruptly as he munched off of a breakfast roll. "He sends his apologies regarding his mistake of the full moon. He even went so far as to ask to take you out to dinner."
"I shall never see that horrible Larry Talbot again! Never, never, never!" Lucinda screamed. "That mean nasty butt-fucking hoodlum!"
"Oh, Lucinda, don't be such a child," the Mad Scientist scolded. "You can't expect every one of our clients to be an ugly virgin or a seductive vampire. You are bound to have your share of unpleasantness every once in a while."
"Unpleasantness!" she shrieked. "You call being gang banged by a bunch of werewolves unpleasantness!"
Her Master's eyes narrowed with cruelty.
"Do not make me whip you for being so impudent, Lucinda."
Lucinda thrust out her lower lip, pouting mutinously.
"Still, you shall not see Talbot again," he agreed. "Not because I give a good goddamn about all of your whining, but because the monster cheated me. If I had known you were going to be servicing God knows how many werewolves, your contract price would have risen considerably. Perhaps I should add an 'additional payments for services rendered' clause in your contract."
Money, she fumed. All her Master ever cared about was money!
At that moment, Boris limped into the sitting room.
"There is a visitor at the front door, Master. A pretty one, too."
The Mad Scientist squinted his eyes with confusion.
"A woman coming here?" he asked to himself. "What on earth?"
"So this is what you've been up to!"
The imperious voice belonged to a petite brunette with big china doll blue eyes. Everything about her was neat and proper, for her hair cut in a trim little bob at the back of her neck to her delicate white lace dress with a floral print. She was wearing sensible low heeled shoes. All in all, a fine little English girl.
"Elizabeth, you know I do not like to be disturbed when I am here working on my experiments!" the Mad Scientist chided.
"And is that cheap blonde one of your latest experiments?" she shouted as she pointed at Lucinda.
"Well...yes..."
Lucinda's feelings were very hurt. She wasn't a cheap blonde. Her Master just made her to look that way.
"And to think that I have been slaving away on wedding invitations and caterers and seating arrangements for our wedding...while you have been carousing around with that tramp in your big..." She strained to find the words. "...Pleasure Castle!" She then stomped her foot with outrage. "Victor, I insist that you leave here and come with me to my father's manor right this instant!"
"I will not!" he bellowed. "I have very important responsibilities here. Very important things to do..."
"I will not marry you then!" she cried out. "The wedding is off! I will not marry a mad man who carries out weird experiments on tawdry blondes!"
"Will you not?!" the Mad Scientist bellowed in outrage, his complexion an angry red. "WILL YOU NOT!"
