This is the fifth part of the second story following the exploits of Maggie, her friends, and the enigmatic and vicious Count Pyre. This story is mainly set in Romania. I only used this country because of the joking Count Dracula similarities. All of the people and places are purely imaginary, and if they bear any resemblance to real people that is unfortunate and unintended. If the story line upsets anyone from that great country I apologise unreservedly.
There are some old characters who make a reappearance, plus plenty of new ones that will hopefully keep you interested. The story contains elements of extreme BDSM that may upset some people. If that is the case with you, then please move on. Apart from that, there is something for everyone. Straight sex, lesbian, toys, lingerie, anal and group sex. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. If you hate it just leave a bad rating and move on. I am not a professional writer and just do this for a bit of fun. For me the main enjoyment I derive from writing these stories is in creating the characters. If you have strong feelings about any of the persons in the story and would like to read more, or less, about them please leave your remarks in the comments and I will try to accommodate your wishes when Maggie & co. come back for the third story. From the ratings I received for the first Maggie story I know that some of you like my stories, so I hope you like this one. As always, thanks for reading. I wish to emphasise that this is a pure work of fiction and I hold all rights to the work.
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December 22nd
Maggie woke to a chilly room. The fire that had been blazing when she had fallen asleep was now just glowing embers in the grate. Maggie slid from under the covers and threw two large logs onto the last remnants of the fire and then retreated under the duvet. She watched as the fire took hold and gradually she felt the warmth radiate throughout the room. Once she was happy that it was warm enough, she quickly ran to the bathroom and started the bath, before wrapping a robe around her and reentering the warm bedroom.
Maggie stared out of the huge window in her room. A winter landscape stretched as far as she could see. Deep snow surrounded the pine forest around the chateau. In the distance was a huge mountain. Looking down she could just make out the murky water of a moat that seemed to travel around the entire structure. It was beautiful.
Then she noticed that there was a huge fence, at least twelve feet tall, topped with three strands of razor wire. It started out of her view behind the building and disappeared from sight around the trees. There were two guard towers situated in the four hundred yards of the fence that she could see. They were similar to those she had seen in old war movies featuring prisoner of war camps. She could see movement in the enclosed housing at the top.
Looking closer she could make out trodden paths in the snow that ran the length of the wire fence, and as she stared, she witnessed two heavily armed men with a Doberman pinscher dog walk slowly along the perimeter. They stopped at the bottom of one of the towers and a man walked from the shelter on top and onto the balcony. They shouted greetings to each other, before the dog patrol moved on.
Maggie shuddered. Was it the still cool room or the fact that she seemed to be staying in a virtual prison. Either way she could change neither, so she went into the bathroom and lay for twenty minutes in water that reddened her skin, it was so hot.
A quick detour to the shower where she washed her hair and ran her shaver over her body, and she was ready for a new day. Dressing in a T-shirt and thick jumper, jeans, and a pair of Uggs that she had brought with her she left the room.
She went next door and knocked on Charlottes door. Her friend opened and Maggie saw Gabrielle standing behind her. They were both dressed similarly to Maggie in Jeans and heavy wool jumpers. The three walked together down the massive wooden staircase and followed the smell and noise towards the dining hall they had used yesterday. Franky was sitting there by herself, her usual cup of coffee clasped in her hand. She waved a good morning to the three girls and then pointed to a buffet that consisted of toast, eggs, cold cuts, cheese and cereals. A flask of coffee and a pot of tea stood in the middle of the large table.
After all three had filled their plates and poured themselves drinks Franky told Maggie, "Your appointment with Dr. Sterling is fixed for two o`clock. I have also arranged for a car to give you a tour of the town. The driver should be here anytime now. He is one of Tony`s men. His name is Ken Wright, and he is Tony`s project leader here." Franky took a sip of coffee and continued, "A very nice young man. Tony`s company have over two hundred people here. They are responsible for all of the security here in the Chateau and also at the mine. In an agreement with the town council, they also act as a supplement to the local police, although that is not really necessary as the crime rate is virtually nil."
Just as the four of them were finishing their breakfast a good-looking man in his early thirties walked into the room. Over six feet tall and clad in a military style uniform, he was an imposing figure. Maggie thought the huge smile on his face did little to hide the fact that he was probably capable of killing someone in twenty different ways. This was reenforced by the pistol at his waist. Ken introduced himself before saying, "The tour is ready when you are ladies. I suggest you dress up warm as it is brass monkey weather out there."
Gabrielle looked at Maggie before asking, "What is this brass monkeys?" in Italian.
Maggie laughed as she explained that it meant very cold.
Maggie, Charlotte and Gabrielle ran quickly to their rooms and returned in thick coats, scarfs and with woolen bobble hats that they had all bought at a Christmas market the week before. Ken gave them a good-hearted laugh and then led them outside to a large Mercedes painted the usual black with the Count`s emblem on the rear doors. He opened the back door and they all piled in with Gabrielle in the middle.
When they were all settled Ken started the engine before nosing the big car through the archway and over the bridge. All the roads had been cleared of snow so there was no problem there. Once they were driving Ken began his tour guide speech, "Welcome to Novi Pyre ladies. The town is named after the Count`s family and he owns everything within the fenced area. This amounts to around thirty square kilometers. In return for fifty percent of all revenues from the mine the Romanian government have given him full autonomy over everything that happens within that fenced area,"
The big black car pulled onto a street that was not unlike one that you would see in London or Paris. Pine trees lined the pavements and there were no holes in the street and streetlights were positioned at regular intervals. A team of three men dressed in cold weather uniforms were clearing snow from the sidewalk as quickly as it landed.
Ken carried on with his monologue. "There are ten thousand inhabitants including women and children. All men are employed apart from if they are seriously ill or handicapped to the point that working is not possible. Every family has their own house. The standards of which exceed anything found elsewhere in Romania. The houses are constructed and maintained by a German company, who have thirty full time employees permanently on call. There are plumbers, electricians, gas fitters and construction specialists. There is a fully staffed hospital with doctors and nurses recruited from around the World. All of this is provided and paid for by the Count. In return he asks only that the people work hard and obey his rules."
The car glided through the semi-deserted streets. There were small groups of workmen carrying out cleaning duties or maintenance jobs, but mostly it was quiet. They passed a three-story building with two brand new ambulances parked in the bay outside.