Kat could barely keep her beautiful, light blue eyes open during Mr. Furgeson's English class. She could have cared less about the historical significance of Huckleberry Finn or what the fish represents in The Old Man and The Sea. More importantly she was eighteen and in serious need of some shut-eye.
"Excuse me Ms. Alser, but if I catch you sleeping once more in my class I'll have to give you detention."
"Sorry" was all she was able to muster.
"And now let us turn to page 309 and we can begin our look at classic horror."
"Finally!" Kat thought. "Something interesting for once."
That afternoon Kat stopped by the school library before walking home. She picked up copies of as many horror classics as they would lend her. When she arrived home she ran into her room, locked the door and slipped into her most comfortable pajamas.
She began to read and didn't stop for the next several hours, making her way through five full length novellas. Before she knew it, it was dinner time. After filling her stomach she was groggy and felt the effects of her earlier sleepiness. She curled up into her comfy bed and her mind filled with images of the macabre.
Kat found herself physically the same as she was in real life. A beautiful, jet black haired stunning young woman. Her figure was petite but she had a perfect hourglass figure which was snugly fitting into an 18th century corset. As in real life she had perky double C cup breasts that seemed even larger in her present attire. Kat noticed that she was traveling alone in a coach on a rainy night in an area that she wasn't familiar with. Her surroundings were dreary and frightening to her, especially all the lightning and hungry eyes of wolves and other animals as she passed them. Kat saw in the distance a huge castle on a mountainside. She instantly knew it to be the home of her host, Count Dracula.
Kat hurried herself up to the front door of the castle quickly as to not soak her clothes. After only one knock the door swung open to reveal a familiar face with a familiar humped back to accompany it.
"Igor? What in heavens name are you doing here?" Kat asked perplexed.
"Excuse me mistress, perhaps you have not heard the dreadful news of my former employers death?"
"Surely you don't mean Victor Frankenstein is..." She couldn't bring herself to say it.
"Sadly yes" Igor said while taking her coat and leading her into the sitting room. "The dear doctor met his end in Antarctica, and since then I have been working for the Count."
"What a pity, I knew Victor well you know." Kat remarked while sitting down in a high backed chair.
Igor let his eyes wander on the gorgeous figure of Kat for a minute too long before bowing low and informing her that he would summon his master promptly. Kat was left alone for what seemed like hours and as she was bored and in the master of the houses sitting room, she explored various books he had on the shelves. She examined everything from vivisection to ancient military tactics to texts on the latest French cuisine. Finally she pulled out a copy of the "History of Noble Transylvania" but as soon as the book was touched the book case swung open to reveal a secret staircase. "Dare I go down and risk angering my host?" Kat asked herself, but her curiosity was too great and she found herself sneaking quietly down into the darkness.
Kat had never been so excited before. Her heart was in her throat the entire walk down. She began to hear strange noises as the staircase became more visible. The noises were moans and groans not unlike that near a bordello, but with them there was also the most sensual music. Kat peered her head so that she might see what was going on. She immediately saw the strangeness of the room. It looked as if it had been at one time a medieval dungeon that had recently been converted into a luxurious bedroom as well as a music room. There were several very sexy men and women chained up to stretchers while being roughly penetrated producing intense screams of pleasure and pain.
Two men were locked in nearby iron maidens which had openings at cock level which allowed uncanny looking women to perform cunnilingus on them while they begged to be released. Every soul in the dungeon was busily copulating with at least one other person and usually some sort of punishment or torture was involved. Kat suddenly spotted her host sitting in a small throne at the end of the room with three beautiful women surrounding him whispering into his ears, all of them without a scrap of clothing on. "None of them are touching him" Kat mused to herself. "He's just sitting there, looking out intently at the dungeon scene unsmiling."
The organ began sounding, drowning out all other sounds in the room. Sitting at the pedals and keys was a man dressed immaculately in a tuxedo and cape with a white mask on which covered half of his face. Before she could stop herself, Kat began to sing the most haunting vibrato she had ever imaged to the tune of the blaring organ. All eyes turned to her direction and as if she was under a trance she stepped forward and uncaringly revealed herself. At once Count Dracula stood to properly greet her. She passed the tortured to stand in front of the good Count. Kat presented her hand and Dracula kissed it in a way that made Kat need him like she had never before needed a man.
"Please forgive me mademoiselle, but I had not yet been told of your arrival." He breathed.
"I just arrived. But never mind that. What is all of this Dracula? Why did you invite me here?"
"Please follow me." Was all he said, and Kat assumed was all he was going to say.
