Deep in the woods, further off the path than any sane person would go, Rosu hurried as fast as her legs would carry her. She hurried home to the old witch who had raised her, to Grandmother. Grandmother was Rosu's parent, her lover, her pimp, and ultimately her mistress and owner. And if she arrived late to the hut they shared, Rosu knew Grandmother would fulfill another role: torementer and torturer. Rosu took off her high heels and ran with nothing but stockings on her feet through the slimy dead leaves.
Rosu had just spent the day in Vasaria, doing business for Gradmother. Today that was leaving notes with curses and hexes buried under specific houses. It also involved a day of selling her love to raise money and barter for goods Grandmother needed. Rosu had been trained in the art of seduction, and assisted by potions and perfumes created by Grandmother, had no trouble finding men and women that desired her body. Grandmother and Rosu now had enough food for another month, and Rosu had again "been useful" as Grandmother liked phrasing it.
Sometimes being useful meant Rosu received slightly better treatment. Rosu had spent the day before strapped to a table while Grandmother whipped her or used whatever she could find to penetrate her orifices. This, combined with a full day of prostitution, left Rosu sore and tired. She hoped for an easy night, though she also knew that if Grandmother sensed such thoughts she would push Rosu even further.
As Rosu shivered beneath her red traveling cloak and hurried to Grandmother's house, she was shocked to find an absolutely stunning sight: a beautiful young woman, running around on her hands and knees, wearing only a closely fitting iron collar. Her blonde hair was pulled back in pigtails and, impossibly, a wagging tail emerged from the base of her spine. The girl yipped and panted as she ran through between the trees and rolled on the ground.
The girl noticed Rosu as well and trotted up towards her. The dog girl began to nuzzle Rosu's leg and then fell at Rosu's feet. Rosu bent to lift the small silver pentagram attached to the girl's collar and read the name "Gwen". Rosu pet her and then tried to keep hurrying to Grandmother, but Gwen ran ahead of her again and lay down on the path. Rosu used her stockinged left foot to try to nudge Gwen away, instead prompting Gwen to hump Rosu's leg and nuzzle at her crotch.
Rosu should have been scared. Barring that, she should have been confused. But as the strange dog girl pawed at Rosu's thigh and tried to get past the cloak and under Rosu's dress, Rosu felt arousal more than any other sensation. As Gwen whimpered and did her best to move Rosu's clothing with her nose, Rosu removed her cloak and hiked her dress up to give Gwen better access to her legs and the delicate place between them.
Rosu's fishnets had long ago been ripped at the crotch so her clients, and Grandmother, had better access to her. This was the first time in her life Rosu was grateful for this fact. She pulled Gwen's face close and felt the puppy girl's tongue pleasure her. Rosu cried out at the attention. She spent so much of her life bringing pleasure to others, someone else bringing it to her was exceedingly rare. Gwen seemed to know the exact speed, the exact pressure Rosu craved and gave an enthusiastic and perfect performance. When Rosu felt Gwen raise her arms to push the two of them on to the discarded cloak, Rosu gave in with no effort.
Magdalena hung upside down outside of Old Nica's cabin. The old witch was smoking a cigar that released a cornucopia of tobacco mixed with various forest herbs into the air, causing Magdalena to crinkle her nose. "Dumb bitch." Nica muttered. "Should have been here 2 hours ago." The witch finished her cigar and walked back inside. Magdalena transformed into her human form and walked in shortly after.
"Hello slut" Nica said to the vampire countess as she walked in. "Come in, you've earned a beating." Magdalena tried to hold in her laughter as she realized the charm really made her look like Nica's slave, Rosu.
Magdalena walked with little, fearful steps through the small house. She had learned how much lust the right swaying of her hips could cause centuries ago, and she put this to use now, moving towards the witch with seduction masked by meekness. Nica looked her up and down, taking in Magdalena's tight red dress, red high heels, red traveling cloak, and fishnet stockings. Magdalena then felt a hard slap against her right cheek which caused her cunt to immediately dampen.
Magdalena did her best to play the scared, tortured witch's slave. "I, I'm sorry Grandmother I must have lost my way." Another smack.
"Bullshit you dumb slut! You've lived with me your whiole miserable life! You stayed late with some silly boy. Was he a handsome knight, slut? Is he going to rescue you?"
It is very hard for a vampire to cry. From both a biological and emotional standpoint, there is very little to cause tears to flow from the undead. Luckily, Magdalena was an expert actress. She threw herself on the ground in front of the witch, sobbing. "I'm sorry Grandmother! I really did lose my way! I know I deserve to be punished, I know I'm a bad girl." Magdalena began kissing at Nica's old and cracked boots.
"And you will be punished, girl." Nica said as she hit Magdalena's back with a heavy wooden stick. "To the chair, now." Magdalena was unaware of where the chair was, and feared Nica would realize what was happening, but instead the witch pulled her harshly by the hair towards another room. The pain was exquisite, and reinforced to Magdalena the rewards of getting into trouble, even if it was trouble meant for someone else. "You've earned two nights of cunt licking. No food, no water, just cunt. After that, don't expect anything other than stale bread and piss water anytime soon."
"It's better than I deserve Grandmother." Magdalena said a little too enthusiastically. Nica's toilet water actually sounded delicious. Her dreamy smile earned a hard slap to her bottom.
"What's so funny, slut?" Nica yelled.
"Nothing Grandmother, I'm sorry, Grandmother." Magdalena replied, doing her best to make herself seem scared of the witch.
"You don't even know what sorry is yet, slut. " Nica grabbed a switch as she pulled.
Magdalena by her hair to a wooden rocking chair. Nica sat in it, and tied a blindfold around Magdalena's face, before tying her hands behind her back and creating a rope harness that squeezed Magdalena's tender breasts tightly. Magdalena's head was brought in to embrace the crone's wrinkled sex. Magdalena imagined the eternally youthfull vaginas of her Sisters and began to pleasure Old Nica.
As she got more involved orally pleasuring Old Nica, Magdalena enjoyed it more and more. Nica's juices began flowing into her mouth, tasting like sweet wine. Magdalena began to suck on Nica's netherlips which caused the witch to hug Magdalena's head with her thighs and draw her in closer. Magdalena knelt before Old Nica and worshipped at her pubis for hours and hours, as Nica cried out in climax again and again. The sweet wine flowed into Magdalena's mouth, and Magdalena continued her work.
Rosu and Gwen lay together, the thick scarlet fabric of Rosu's cloak creating a natural blanket on the forest bed. Both girls had manipulated themselves so their heads were level with the pubis of her lover.. Gwen continued to lick at Rosu's slit through the torn stockings, and Rosu realized this was the first time in her life her love was not bought, or taken by force, but freely and enthusiastically given.
