Chapter
6 Down
for the
Count
Natassia’s eyes
widened. She had walked right
into a trap. And a trap that
she had suspected all along. She
was in deadly danger. But she
did not panic. She was Nova,
the strongest and fastest superheroine in
The man who called himself Mitlos stood at the bottom of the stairway, blocking
her exit from the room that she now thought of as a
dungeon. “Get out of my
way, Mr. Mitlos, if that is actually your
name.”
“As a matter of fact it isn’t.
I am Count Rodna. But
neither of us have been truthful about our names, have we,
Nova?”
“How did you guess who I was?”
The Count smirked. “It was
no guess. I listened on another
line, while you phoned your friend, the Jade
Dragon. I have been investigating
the superheroines of
“Three?” wondered Natassia.
She only knew of only two.
Who was the third heroine the count was bragging
about? The answer to that question
would have to wait. She first
needed to get past the ominous creature that was blocking the
stairs. Confident of her abilities,
she flexed her powerful muscles, ripping apart her outer
garments. Since the Count knew
who she was, she might as well dress for the
part.
Count Rodna gazed admiringly at the beautiful female who had just revealed
herself. Her formfitting white
and black costume revealed a perfect
body. Her face was
unmasked. Nova had not bothered
to disguise it. The Count knew
what she looked like anyway. And
it was a fabulous face.
Extraordinary gray eyes, a straight nose, high cheekbones, and full
red lips created a remarkable vision of
beauty. Her long black hair,
freed from her flowered hat, flowed halfway down her
back. As she moved her large,
firm breasts bounced slightly and accentuated her tiny waist, full hips,
and long powerful legs. “So
many beautiful women,” muttered the
Count. “I must stay in this
city for as long as possible.”
Nova advanced upon the vampire. She
had never met any individual who had been able to match her strength, and
in spite of what master Zhou had told her about the undead, she was confident
of her abilities. She was possessed
of more than just great strength and
reflexes. Prior to obtaining
the mystical gem that had given her extraordinary
powers, she had studied in a Shao-lin
monastery. She was well versed
in the Chinese martial arts and would have been a formidable fighter even
without her special powers.
Strangely, however, the vampire count made no move to avoid her, not
even adopting a fighting stance. He
just stood there, inviting attack.
Although puzzled by the Count’s seeming lack of concern, Nova
took no chances; she launched her attack with
all the
strength and speed she could muster.
She charged forward with a flurry of kicks and
punches. If any of them had made
contact, the assault would have been devastating, but with a speed that Natassia
would have thought impossible, the Count evaded all of her blows, leaving
her swinging at empty air.
Desperate to score a knockout punch, she pressed home her attack,
but with an incredible leap the Count vaulted across the room, landing a
good thirty feet away from her.
Frustrated, the white-clad heroine stood with her hands on her hips,
and called out to the elusive vampire.
“Afraid of a mortal? I
was told that a vampire
was
supposed to be dangerous.
Perhaps, you are only capable of subduing women when they are
unconscious.”
The Count laughed. “I am
just playing a little game with you my
dear. It becomes boring for me
when I win so easily time after time.
I was hoping that you would give me a little
competition.”
Natassia now realized that the Count’s movements had taken him away
from the stairs. There was nothing
to stop her from escaping. She
glanced up the stairway and then back at the
Count. Was he really as dangerous
as Master Zhou had said? If so
she should take this opportunity to escape and come back with reinforcements;
preferably during the day, when the monster would be
resting.
“Go ahead,” came the Count’s taunting
voice. “You won’t get
a better chance to escape. You
won’t have a chance against me.”
Nova was filled with a quiet rage.
This was the monster that had raped and molested her two best
friends. She had a chance to
catch him before he struck again.
She turned back toward him.
The Count smiled. “I see
you have great courage. Not too
many women would dare to face a vampire in his
lair. However, I do not approve
of your form of combat. It is
too uncivilized. I prefer the
sword. It is a gentleman’s
weapon – or in your case a
gentlewoman’s. As he spoke
the count took down a pair of swords from the
wall. Natassia had made note
of them as she entered the room, but had supposed them to have ornamental
value only. The count approached
her, offering the swords to her handle
first. “Choose your
weapon.”
Surprised, but not alarmed, she took the grip of the sword offered to
her. It was not a weapon she
was used to, but she had learned to use many hand weapons during her Shao-lin
training, and was not put off by the weapon’s lack of
familiarity.
“En garde,” said the Count, adopting a fencing
stance. Natassia took a step
back, waiting for the Count to make the first
move. She wanted a little time
to get used to the feel of the rapier.
The Count’s attack was lightning
fast. Natassia just managed to
parry the first thrust, but the Count pressed home his attack, hoping to
catch the heroine unprepared. Again
and again his blade flickered toward her body, and again and again Natassia
parried, but it was a near thing.
“Impressive,” said the Count.
“I thought I’d have cut you to ribbons by now, but you’ve
handled everything I’ve thrown at
you.”
“You don’t know the whole of it,” answered
Natassia. She counterattacked
with such speed that the Count was caught off
guard. The point of her blade
ripped through his shoulder and impaled him halfway to the
hilt.
For a brief second a look of shocked surprise crossed Rodna’s face and
then he twisted his body with such tremendous force that that blade of
Natassia’s sword snapped at the hilt, leaving her with only six inches
of steel. The vampire bounded
a full fifteen feet away from her and stood looking at the
blade. Natassia was amazed that
the vampire did not collapse. A
wound such as she had delivered would have incapacitated any normal
man. Then she realized that there
was no blood. Almost indifferently
the Count took the blade in his hand and withdrew it from his
shoulder. He seemed quite
unhurt.
Now the look of surprise on his face was replaced by one of cold
rage. “I underestimated
you. But you have missed your
chance. A vampire cannot be killed
by a strike to anywhere but his heart, and I do
not intend to give you another
chance.” Leveling his blade
he now advanced on the unarmed heroine.
Natassia retreated before him.
“What happened to your sense of
honor? Apparently it only exists
when you believe that you are assured of
winning.”
The Count hesitated. And then
with a scornful laugh he threw away his
sword. “I need no weapon
to defeat you.” He faced
her squarely, his hands on his hips, and suddenly
Natassia felt the power of his mind.
It struck her almost like a blow and her knees
buckled. But this time, he was
not dealing with a woman who was unaware of his
presence. Natassia had been trained
in the meditative arts of the
Natassia broke out in a sweat. Even
though she was fighting a battle with her mind, her entire body was involved
in the struggle. She stood helpless
while the vampire advanced upon her.
Aware of what was happening, she was forced to stand rigidly while
the undead fiend moved closer and closer to
her. Diversion of even a small
part of her intellect from the defense of her mind would allow him to control
her completely. She was essentially
paralyzed and helpless to oppose him.
Step by step the Count drew
nearer. Finally he reached out
and gripped the neck of her costume.
Effortlessly, he tore her outfit from neck to
navel.
“Oh
God No!”
Natassia thought.
Her magnificent torso was now
exposed. But more importantly,
the blazing brilliance of the
Dragon’s
Eye was
revealed. She now wore the gem
of power in a pendant under her costume.
The bright green stone hung between her large and prefect
breasts. For a second, the Count
merely gazed upon the stone, captivated by its splendid appearance, and also
by the magnificence of Natassia’s twin
hemispheres. He had never seen
a finer jewel nor a more beautiful set of female
assets. He reached out and took
the gem in his
hand.
“Aaaarrrggghhh!´
The count wrenched
his hand back. Smoke came from
the area where the skin had made contact with the
stone. Natassia felt the pressure
on her mind disappear. With a
gasp of relief she fell to her knees.
Then the healing power of the
Dragon’s
Eye took
over. Renewed strength surged
through her body. But the slight
delay also gave the Count time to
recover. As Natassia staggered
to her feet, his hand flicked out again.
This time he did not touch the jewel but instead ripped the pendant
from her neck. The gem was gone,
taking Nova’s power with it.
She took a step back, and then the Count’s other hand came from
nowhere and struck her on the jaw.
Stars and bright colors flashed before her eyes, and then everything
went black.
Natassia opened her eyes. Her
jaw ached and she felt cold. She
tried to move her hand to her face but found that it would not
move. She struggled to move and
found that all of her limbs were
immobilized. Her eyes now wide
with alarm, she looked about her.
She was completely naked and suspended in mid
air. Each of her wrists and ankles
was secured with a padded steel shackle, and from each shackle a length of
chain attached her to the huge wheel-like machine she had seen when she had
first entered the Count’s lair.
Because of its ten-foot diameter no part of her body touched the rim
of the wheel, which was canted at an angle of forty-five
degrees. There was little slack
in the chains, and her body was pulled into the shape of an
X. Standing at the base of the
wheel was Count Rodna. He was
watching her and licking his
lips.
Natassia’s chest heaved.
She had no idea how long she had been unconscious, but already the
tension being applied to her body was resulting in severe pain in her thigh
and shoulder joints. Again, she
attempted to move, but was rewarded only by a flash of pain from her overextended
muscles.
“You fought well,” said the Count stepping
forward. “Much better than
your friends. No other woman
has ever inflicted any injury on me
before. Fortunately, like you,
I heal instantly.” He dangled
the
Dragon’s
Eye toward
her. “But now, I have discovered
the secret of your power. This
gem, which is so painful for me to touch, gives you immense strength and
the ability to rejuvenate. It
means that I can make use of you much more thoroughly than any woman I have
ever had. But enough talk, now
it is time for us to get started.”
Stepping over the rim of the wheel, the vampire stood between Natassia’s
splayed legs. Leaning forward
he placed the pendant around her throat.
Immediately, she felt the familiar surge of
power. “I have never taken
a woman who could outlast me. I
would like to see if the gem can make a
difference.”
Natassia felt the pain leave her body.
Tensing her muscles she gave a mighty
heave. There was a sharp clang
of metal as she pulled the chains tight, but nothing
gave. Relaxing for a second she
put everything she had into an attempt to
escape. The Count grinned, exposing
his fangs. “The wheel and
the chains are constructed of high tensile
steel. Their failure point is
rated at over five tons. If I
have estimated correctly that should be beyond even your great
strength.”
In reply, Natassia strained at her bonds
again. This time her action was
more desperate. The chains
held. She tried again, arching
her body. The Count watched her
struggle. “Exquisite,”
he thought, watching her supple breasts quiver with the
effort. He took a watch out of
his pocket. Twelve hours until
dawn. Twelve hours of experimentation
and sexual pleasure. Already
he had an enormous erection. He
would have to do something about that.
Natassia watched helplessly as the vampire removed his
clothing. His movements were
graceful, even elegant. She had
been raped before, but never by a man with so much grace and
refinement. She found herself
becoming aroused as he slowly exposed more and more of his
body.
“This can’t be happening,” she thought in
horror. “I am about to be
violated by a monster, and I am admiring his
body!” Then suddenly she
understood. The Count was influencing
her mind, but this time less obviously.
His insidious hypnotic power was giving her ideas that were not her
own. She fought back against
the vampire. The attempt by the
Count to take control of her mind seemed to Natassia to be another form of
rape.
“You are strong,” said Rodna, in mild amazement.
“In mind as well as
body. Few women ever realize
the power I have over their minds.
Breaking you will be more enjoyable than I
imagined.”
By now the Count was as naked as his
victim. Moving between her legs,
he leaned toward her. Natassia
steeled herself for the attack on her
womanhood. To her surprise it
did not come. Instead the vampire
began to slowly caress her body. He
started with her left foot, running his hands over it and then progressing
to her calf and then her thigh.
Although terrified at her helplessness, Natassia found the vampire’s
touch strangely arousing. Her
breathing quickened, and she had to suppress a moan of
pleasure. By now Rodna’s
fondling had reached high on her inner
thigh. He crouched between her
legs, and began to lick her skin, working closer and closer to her nether
region. Natassia began to perspire
profusely. It was all she could
do to stop herself from screaming out.
His tongue moved slowly closer and closer to her exposed
flower. Just when she thought
she could stand no more the Count
stopped. He stepped out of the
wheel and moved over to the wall.
Gasping in relief, Natassia wonder why the Count had
stopped. So strong was her state
of arousal that she was almost
disappointed. Then there was
the click of a switch and she understood.
The huge wheel began to rotate.
Slowly it turned until it was at about the same angle, but this time
she was face down, her body canted about twenty degrees higher than the
horizontal, her head higher than her
feet. The Count stepped back
inside the wheel and again moved in between her
legs. Unable to see what he was
up to, Natassia was filled with
apprehension.
She flinched when she felt his hands upon her shapely
backside. Her instinctive reaction
was greeted by a low laugh.
“Do not be frightened my
dear. I am not going to harm
you, just give you a little bit of pleasure…and
pain.”
His words triggered another attempt to
escape. Natassia twisted her
body, trying once again to break the chains that held
her. Count Rodna enjoyed the
spectacle, especially the swaying of his helpless captive’s large
breasts. He squeezed her flexing
buttocks, enjoying the power of her smooth, powerful
muscles. Then he slid his hands
up to the small of her back and down the sides of her torso to her taut
belly. Continuing to stroke her
flesh he slowly moved his hands higher until her reached her soft, firm breasts,
each of which was the size of a large
grapefruit. He massaged them,
flicking his fingers over her swollen
nipples. Unable to contain herself,
Natassia let out a small moan.
Despite her best efforts she was almost fully
aroused. Her breath now came
in long shuddering gasps and sweat flowed in rivulets down her beautifully
arched back. The Count decided
to wait no
longer.
“Nooo!
NO!´
Natassia screamed as the tip of the Count’s erection nestled gently
against her anus. With relief
she felt him move away from her, but this was
short-lived. She felt something
cold and slippery being applied to her backside and realized that she was
being lubricated. Then the touch
of the Count’s phallus was back, but this time with greatly increased
pressure.
“NOOOHH!”
she screamed
again. Using all of her strength
she contracted her sphincter muscles baring entry to her exposed
anus.
“Good girl. Make a fight
of it. That makes it so much
more gratifying when I win.”
The vampire lunged into her.
“Aggghhhh!”
Natassia protested.
“Stop!
Stop!”
For several
minutes she held out against the vampire's
attack. But the issue was never
really in doubt. The undead villain
was simply too strong and had too much control over his
body. He kept his phallus small,
using it to pry his way past her tight
sphincter. Then with a sudden
thrust he penetrated her.
“Aaaagggh!”
Natassia’s sharp cry let him know that he had
succeeded. Then slowly he began
to exploit his advantage, working his way deeper and deeper with slow deliberate
thrusts. With each thrust his
organ enlarged, becoming both longer and thicker until eventually he had
impaled the screaming heroine on his full twelve
inches.
“AAAAAHHHHAAAAHHH!!”
Natassia’s
screams were truly impressive. She
was in tremendous pain, but the Count relentlessly kept up the assault, pumping
in and out of her like an inexhaustible
piston. The skewered heroine
could do nothing but scream in pain and
humiliation.
The anal rape lasted for hours.
Natassia lost track of time.
The ordeal seemed
infinite,
but finally it ended.
With a groan a sheer pleasure the vampire pulled his dripping phallus
from Natassia’s ravaged backside.
With a whimper of relief, she stopped her screaming, and slumped in
her chains, beaten and exhausted.
Within seconds, however, she began to
revive. She wore the
Dragon’s
Eye, and its
immense healing and restorative power flooded through
her. Round one had gone to the
vampire, but she was not yet beaten.
Natassia was aware that the wheel was turning
again. She suddenly realized
that her ordeal was not yet over.
“Do not worry my beauty,” said Rodna, his gloating voice
filled with malice. “I am
a just getting started.”
The vampire approached her, wiping his still engorged phallus on a
towel. Natassia quailed at the
sight. It was a truly impressive
member, standing a foot long and as thick as her
wrist.
“This time,” said the vampire, as he stepped within the wheel,
“let’s see how well you handle things without your little
helper.” He reached out
and carefully removed the pendant from Natassia’s neck, making sure
not to touch the flashing stone.
“We have eight hours before dawn, and I want you to remember
every minute of them.”
Truly frightened without the power of the
Dragon’s
Eye to help her, Natassia renewed her struggles to break
free, despite the fact that without her super strength she had little or
no chance to escape.
“That’s it,” Count Rodna jeered, “wiggle your
pleasure mound. It will be that
much more
enjoyable.”
“Please, no,”
Natassia begged. You’ve
had your way with me. Spare me
any more degradation.”
“As I said, this is just the
beginning. I do not intend to
let you go. I have never found
a woman who could give me so much
enjoyment.” The Count was
standing very close to her now, the tip of his swollen organ caressing her
vaginal lips. Slowly, he leaned
forward, as he did so his weight shifted and he began to penetrate
her.
Natassia’s body shook with the strain of trying to
escape. She was perspiring so
much that her entire body was slick with
sweat. Her back was arched so
tightly that her body actually rose, supported by the
chains.
The Count took his time. He intended
to use all of the eight hours he had
left. He was now bent over his
victim so far that his lips could reach her
nipples. His tongue flicked out,
probing her swollen pink tips.
Tantalizingly, he began to lick the droplets of moisture off her body,
starting at her left breast, continuing to the right, and then working his
way up to her neck.
Natassia’s chest heaved and a vein throbbed in her
throat. The glans of the
Count’s penis had parted the entrance to her love
canal.
“Oh God,” she thought, “why did I
take such a chance? Why did I
enter the vampire’s lair by myself?
I should have waited for the
others.” A tear trickled
down her cheek. She was going
to be raped again. This time
much more painfully than the first.
She would not be protected by the
Dragon’s
Eye.
The Count was now working
his way down her body. With a
gasp of relief Natassia felt the tip of his phallus withdraw, but she knew
that it would only be a brief respite.
The teasing tongue was at her breasts
again. Rodna swirled its tip
around her nipples, arousing each of the pink buds to hard, swollen
points. Then he took her right
nipple fully into his mouth, and sucked
hard. Natassia could hardly believe
the intensity of the sensation. It
was as if her breast had been hooked up to the end of an industrial vacuum
cleaner. The brief feeling of
pleasure was replaced with one of intense
pain. Natassia flung her head
back and gritted her teeth. Then
Rodna gripped her left breast and dug his talons into its tender
flesh. Natassia grunted in pain
as small rivulets of blood began to run down her chest and drip onto the
floor.
The vampire maintained his brutal grip even as he lifted his mouth from her
tortured nipple and began to work his way down her
body. He stopped to suck her
navel and released her bleeding mammary.
Natassia felt an overwhelming sense of relief, mixed with one of revulsion
as the undead monster continued to slaver over her
body. His mouth moved lower and
lower, eventually reaching her mound of
Venus. Dragging his tongue through
her dark pubic hair, he found her erect
clitoris.
“OOOHH!!”
Natassia cried out as a burst of sexual energy burst
through her body. The Count wrapped
his arms about her legs, placing his hands under her buttocks, and lifted
her slightly. Then he flicked
his tongue in and out of her vagina, stroking her clitoris with every
movement.
“Aaaahhh!”
she gasped. The
pleasure generated was almost impossible to
withstand. Her loins began to
burn with a powerful desire. She
almost wanted the Count to take her.
Rodna kept up the sexual
stimulation for almost an hour. At
the end of it Natassia was screaming in
ecstasy. The Count now had full
control of her. She had let her
mental defenses down. The
vampire’s hypnotic powers now held full
sway. Her vagina ached for him
to take her, to ravage her, to do anything he wanted with
her. “Take
me! Take
me!
Take
me!” she
moaned. She raised her pelvis,
inviting
entry.
“Oh
my God!
OH!
Aaaaaggghhh!”
The Count had assented to her
request. With a powerful lunge
of his hips he thrust fully six inches into her, and then kept on
thrusting. His phallus was enormous,
and Natassia’s tight love tunnel gripped like a
vise. Had she not been so well
lubricated the pain would have been
indescribable. Even so, Natassia
was soon in serious discomfort. The
pain soon mounted as the Count drove deeper and deeper into
her. Seven inches, then eight,
then nine. At the same time,
he diverted more blood into his organ, increasing its
diameter. What had merely been
painful soon became unbelievably
agonizing.
“AAAAGGGHH!
AAAGGHH!”
Her terrified
shrieks of agony told the story.
“AAAGGHH! STOP! PLEASE
STOP!”
But the count was
relentless. He settled into a
steady rhythm and pounded her sex organ like a
jackhammer. Tears of anguish,
humiliation, and rage, flowed from her
eyes. Ever-louder screams rent
the air, until she howled herself hoarse.
After that she was capable of only rasping
whimpers.
True to his timetable, Rodna ravished Natassia for a full eight
hours. It was an ordeal she would
never forget. She had been raped
before, but never so thoroughly by one
man. The pain mounted as the
vampire violated her. Several
times the hapless heroine teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, but each
time she came close, the Count decreased the intensity of his assault, allowing
her to come back. At the end
of it Natassia felt more devastated than she had
ever felt before. But all good
things come to an end. Dawn
approached .
With a final thrust of his powerful hips, the Count ejaculated into
his ravaged victim. Then he bent
forward and fed.
Almost too exhausted to care, Natassia felt his razor edged teeth penetrate
her left breast. For several
minutes he lapped her blood. Then
he lifted himself from her ravished body.
The completely beaten heroine let her body go
limp. The ordeal was over –
for now.
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