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Larra stood transfixed before the dark opening her probing had revealed. Sepulchral gloom filled the recesses of the chamber she had just opened, but from within she and Melissa could hear a slow regular sound as of the breathing of some great beast. Instinct told her that she should turn and flee, but something held her; a force or power that she had never before encountered. Against her will she found herself stepping into the chamber, moving closer to a dark mass that filled the centre of the chamber. Beside her she sensed Melissa, the girl seemingly held by the same dark force that urged her forward.
Gradually the shape of the object dominating the centre of the chamber became clearer. The distant light of the candles illuminated a massive basalt slab about five feet high and ten feet long. A dark form occupied the top of the slab and it was from this shadowy object that the sound of slow, heavy breathing rose.
Larra took one more step and then another. The dark figure took shape. At first Larra thought it was a large and powerfully built man lying in the darkness and then the figure stirred. Slowly as if in a dream, the figure moved into a sitting position and turned eyes the colour of blood upon the two women.
Larra’s blood froze in her veins. A feeling of terror such as she had never known paralyzed her, leaving her unable to move as the monstrous creature gradually rose from the slab. Before her was a creature out of her worst nightmare. It stood over eight feet tall and was powerfully muscled, with immense shoulders and a chest like that of a bull. Corded arms ending in hands with inch-long claws hung almost to its knees. Its face was demonic, with cat-like eyes, a broad nose, high cheekbones, and a wide mouth from which protruded needle-sharp incisors.
More to the point, it was completely nude and possessed of gigantic male attributes. The feelings of fear generated by this apportion had Larra close to fainting. With all her heart she wished to flee, but some intangible force not only held her where she was, but urged her to move even closer.
Slowly the creatures slid from the slab. Holding the two women with its gaze it moved toward them and then it spoke. “So it is you that awakened me? Have you come to offer yourselves to me? For this service I will spare you for now. I sense the presence of other souls. These I will take, but first I will avail myself of your proffered charms.”
At that point Larra broke free of the creature’s spell. She was not sure of what she had found, only that it was some monstrous evil, an evil that filled her with such terror that it took all her strength of will to break free of its power. With a mental wrench she tore herself away and turned to flee. She found herself looking into Melissa’s eyes. The girl was still standing, spellbound by the incredible aura emanating from the creature she had uncovered. She could not leave her. Reaching out she grabbed Melissa by the arm and began to drag the paralyzed girl from the tomb.
The demonic beast in the dark room bellowed in surprise and glee. “You flee. I have never before encountered anyone who was able to break my spell. I shall take special care with you.”
Melissa twisted her arm in Larra’s grasp. The momentary distraction had been enough to break her from her trance. With an immense effort of will she tore her mind from the monster’s grasp and stood panting beside her friend, her fists clenched in defiance.
“Two of you,” the creature cried, its booming voice sending echoes bouncing around the crypt. “The one who sent you chose wisely. I have never encountered mortal women of such strength.”
“What are you?” Larra gasped, finding her voice. She was slowly backing away, Melissa beside her. If she could just gain the entrance to the crypt perhaps she could close the massive door.
“What am I?” the monster responded. “I am the vampire lord. The first Count Rodna and I have waited centuries for someone to release me from my prison. And now you have been sent to do that.”
“No one sent us,” Larra replied. “We came of our own free will. And we will now go of our own free will.”
The vampire lord laughed. “Free will? Only I have free will in this domain. All others are my slaves to do with as I wish. But I am not without gratitude. As a reward I will not kill you. At least not right away. I will enjoy you first.”
“Not if I can help it,” Larra cried. As she had been speaking she had been backing slowly away from the fearful monstrosity she had inadvertently released. Now she turned and ran, sprinting for the entrance to the crypt.
Melissa ran with her, her long legs actually gaining several strides on Larra as they raced for the door. However, their efforts were wasted. They had crossed less that half the crypt before the vampire lord overtook them. Great hands closed over the hair of both women and with almost no effort raised them from the floor as they kicked and screamed in helpless fear.
Holding one woman in each clawed hand the vampire lord carried them toward the row of candles Melissa had lit. Desperately each struggling beauty sought to prevent her hair from being torn from her scalp, clawing at the vampire’s arm for support. Reaching the rows of candles the vampire lord lowered them to the floor and changed his grip, using his left hand to hold both women by their hair and using the other to scoop something from the floor.
It was a length of rusted but very serviceable chain. Still holding Melissa by her hair he tossed Larra into a corner and then with a quick twist of the iron links he wrapped
Melissa’s arms in the chain, pinning them to her sides. As Larra struggled to her feet he secured Melissa to a pillar, looping several more lengths about her body both above and below her breasts and then pulling it so tight that the breath was almost squeezed from her body. Helpless, Larra’s companion could only watch in horror as the vampire lord returned his attention to her mentor.
Larra lurched toward the vampire lord. The impact with the stone wall of the crypt had knocked the breath from her body, but she was otherwise unhurt. Now she sought to somehow defeat the monstrous foe that her curiosity had released.
She came up with the poker that Melissa had used to smash the lock and had set down when she had lit the candles. It was a heavy, clumsy weapon, but in Larra’s hands capable of dealing out terrible punishment. However, skilled as she was in melee combat, the vampire lord was more than her match. With a speed and power she had never before encountered the monster caught the poker in his hand and wrenched it from her grasp. Then before she could recover he seized her right arm and bent it effortlessly behind her back.
As she struggled in the vampire lord’s grasp he forced her across the room to one of the marble sarcophagi and then lifting her from her feet, forced her onto its cold marble surface.
Larra cried out in terror as the vampire lord tore her makeshift garment from her body. Naked and helpless she was filled with terror that went beyond the ordinary as the vampire fear filled her mind. It was a weapon that would have frozen any ordinary women, but somehow she found the courage to resist and fight back.
It was, however, a very one-sided battle. She was as helpless as an infant in the vampire’s hands. As she beat futilely at his head and shoulders, he pinned her to the top of the tomb and spread her legs. Then with cruel deliberation the vampire leaned forward and allowed the tip of his immense phallus to brush Larra’s labia. As she arched her back in fear the vampire laughed.
“I have never before taken such a woman,” the demon grinned. “The enjoyment I take from you will be more pleasant that anything I could have hoped for.” Then he leaned forward and let his weight force open Larra’s gates of pleasure.
Larra’s scream echoed through the crypt. She had given birth to three children, but she had never experienced anything like this. The enormous phallus forced its way into her, penetrating to the depths of her womb and forcing apart her pelvic bones until she was sure that she would be torn apart. It was more brutal and painful than any rape she had ever experienced, and it was made worse by the fact that the vampire seemed to feed on it, drawing her strength from her body. It was as if the vampire’s gigantic organ was sucking out her life force. It was a sensation that surpassed the agony of the crucifixion, and her screams of anguish signaled her excruciating torment.
The vampire lord, seemed to gain energy as the rape progressed. As Larra’s screams rose higher and higher, her voice finally breaking he quickened his powerful thrusts, driving ever deeper into his writhing victim. Finally, as Larra’s heaving body went limp from exhaustion, he lowered his head to a vein on her breast and sank his great fangs into the quivering flesh. As the blood flowed from his victim he lapped it like a cat growing in strength and power even as his victim lapsed into a coma.
Melissa watched in horror as her friend and companion was ravished. She had witnessed many a horrific scene in her twenty short years, but there was something about this scene that was so horrific it left her almost numb. Pinned by the chains, she could only gaze in helpless fear as Larra was repeatedly violated, and then her terror mounted as the vampire lord, his bloodshot eyes filled with lust and violence turned his gaze on her. Licking the blood from his lips, he climbed off Larra’s sweat-soaked and bloodied body and moved slowly toward his next victim. Melissa opened her mouth and screamed.
Melissa fought tooth and nail as the vampire lord removed the chains that bound her and dragged her toward another of the tombs, but she was like a child in his hands. No matter what the force of her blows it was as if she were hitting a wall. The vampire did not even attempt to defend himself, but dragged her contemptuously across the room and wrenching her hands behind her, forced her face down on a marble slab.
With a harsh laugh the vampire kicked her legs apart and stepped between them, pinning her with his weight. Melissa whimpered in fear as she felt the touch of his huge member against the lips of her vulva. She steeled herself for the pain of the brutal rape she could not prevent. She had watched in horror as Larra was humiliated and ravaged. The screams of her companion and mentor had been terrible to hear, all the more so as she knew that Larra could endure considerable pain in utter silence. Watching Larra break had been the hardest thing she had ever had to do. Her pitiful screams had torn at Melissa’s heart and given her a terrifying preview of what was going to happen to her.
Pinned hopelessly by the vampire’s weight she continued to struggle and then screamed as he sank his talons into the soft tissue of her heavy breasts. The vampire bent her backward, arching her body until she thought her spine might snap. Then he entered her, ripping into her with the force of a jackhammer.
Melissa shrieked in agony, her screams rising in pitch and intensity as he drove deeper and deeper within her. Unlike Larra she had never undergone the agonies of childbirth, but she experienced its pain in full as the vampire lord penetrated deep into her womb and then rhythmically proceeded to rape her until she was too exhausted to scream anymore.
She fainted long before the vampire finished with her, but he continued to have his way with her until he was satisfied. Then releasing into her he rolled her over and sank his great fangs into her mutilated breasts, gulping down her life’s blood.
Licking his lips the vampire lord gazed at his two comatose victims. Even when unconscious the two women’s beauty called to him. What he had done to them would have killed most women. That they were still alive was the only reason he did not finish them immediately. Rarely did he have the opportunity to take a woman on more than one occasion. Their screams had been most erotic and he was looking forward to hearing them one more time. Then he would drink what was left of their blood and make them his, body and soul. They would serve him for eternity faithfully giving him sexual pleasure whenever he desired.
In the meantime, however, he sensed others in the
castle. The blood of the two
women had merely stimulated his appetite.
He still needed to feed and he could sense the presence of
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