Every girl in the remote village of Wellingbeck had been told not to venture into the forest over many generations. Tales and songs about the woods and its frightening inhabitants have sent a chill down many a young maidens spine on cold winter evenings.
There was a little rhyme often said at Halloween, between girls…
Nearly every girl in the village had heeded the warning for centuries …nearly every girl. But every generation had one girl who didn’t, and this generation was no different. The girl who released the Vampire ‘Countess Blush’ onto the generation of her time was Samantha.
The stories of Brocklehurt House had fascinated her since she first heard of it at the age of seven, and by the age of fourteen she had amassed quite a collection of books about it. At school that year she had done a presentation in assembly about it, and got the highest marks for her year, and an award.
This cycle of seven year happenings was how it worked, not that she knew it at the time. The ‘chosen ones’ over the ages never did, why should they? And so it was, led by unseen guiding hands, at the age of twenty one, that curiosity led her to buy her first pack of tarot cards.
At the age of twenty eight it was the cards that told her to go to the woods.
The woods. Not just any woods, but the forbidden woods.
Nobody went to these woods alone, not even in the daytime.
Nobody in their right mind would go alone at night.
Nobody, not anybody, would go alone at Halloween.
Yes, one headstrong independant girl, in each generation would probably do just that, and occassionally one did.
October 31st saw Samantha, with torch in hand, alone, in the woods.
To be precise, she was stood exactly where she should not be. She was stood in shock, staring.
Staring at Brocklehurst House. The house that was supposed to be an empty ruin.
Frozen in fear, her feet were unable to move. A light had just come on in an upstairs room.
The beacon of yellow light should not move, well, maybe if it was a lighthouse it would. But this was not a tower protecting sailors, it was a spookey house in the deep dark woods, and fog was descending like a thin shroud thrown over a body. The light began to traverse, towards her… and now she stood, bathed in its light.
I suppose that would be enough to root anyone to the spot.
Yet it wasn’t that. It was the voice. Not just any voice either, it was the voice she had heard every time she had used the cards. But today it was outside her body, not inside her head. The sweet sensual voice of Countess Blush.
It did not say anything horrid, far from it. All it did was greet her. “Hello Samantha, I’ve been waiting for you.”
That is why she was stood as still as a rabbit ensnared in the headlights of an oncoming car, unable to move.
She was not able to move until the light began to slowly move away from her, along the path leading to the door. She followed it, it was as if it had a collar around her neck, drawing her closer to the door.
She should have listened to the warnings. She should have taken notice of the stories.
But it was too late.
She was stood at the door, the partly open, sun parched, cracked old door. As seductive as an open cunt is to an erect throbbing manhood, she could not resist entering. She slid between its lips easily, to enter a warm moist passageway.
Before her was a wood panelled hallway, with stout doors on either side, and at the end of the hallway was a staircase. Before realising it, she was climbing the treads one by creaking one. The bannister rail with its curled end was like a long cold arm reaching towards her, the curled end like a hooked finger beckoning. Thirteen steps later she was at the top, and three doors stood before her. She moved to the one on the right, it’s door handle was not dusty like the other two. She gripped her trembling hand around the loose I’ll fitting brass doorknob, and turned it.
Seconds later, not knowing when she had removed her clothes, she was naked, and falling asleep in a beautiful warm bedroom.
Beautiful slumber, like she had never known before, enveloped her like the amniotic fluid of a mothers womb.
She felt safe.
Below her, not under the bed, but under the stairs in an old air raid shelter put there during World War I, sat the Countess. The old shelter was a sort of small gateway, the gateway between the ruin, and the past, where she could wander the ruin, but nowhere else. She was sat with her Deck of cards, the same type of deck that Samantha owned. By her on the table were three Chinese coins, an aid to her use of the I-Ching.
Earlier that night as the light had found her, she had spoken through the door that led to the old ruin.
“Hello Samantha, I’ve been waiting for you.”
As the girl made her way to the door The Countess Blush sat down at her divination table, where her runes, cards and three Chinese coins awaited her skilled use. They rested atop a thousand year old, hand painted divination board. One painted by the countess herself.
Yes, you heard right. The Countess was a thousand years old, and that is why a twenty eight year old beautiful woman seemed like a girl to her that night.
She sat down and took the cards, the first one had to be chosen from four queens. Samantha was given the ‘Queen of Wands’ that fateful night.
One by one the cards were placed, as the girl walked down the hallway and up the stairs.
One by one the cards were interpreted as the girl climbed nearer the bedroom door.
As Samantha opened the door Countess Blush drew the card she knew would be there and smiled.
‘The Lovers’ a beautiful card was placed on the board as Samantha’s tiny, tight, white cotton knickers slid down her thighs, then her calfs to land on the floor.
Countess Blush sensed them land, and listened as Samantha slumped to the bed, naked and waiting. She could smell her prey like a wolf could smell blood over a great distance, but it was not blood but the aroma of her love juices, which at that very moment dribbled from her engorged lips to dampen the bedspread. The damp little patch began to grow.
Countess changed, her countenance and demeanour altered, she lowered herself to the floor like a cat, and leaped gracefully and silently on to her cushions. Then like a spider scurrying quickly along she moved to the doorway of the shelter.
She looked up and began to creep stealthily like a fox, up from the cellar, through the kitchen and into the wood panelled hallway, to reach the stairs.
She could hear the girl breathing as she climbed.
Half between this world and then next, her spherical shape slid like a snake, leaving ribbons of what looked like ectoplasm trailing behind her.
Samantha slept like a baby and when the vampire loomed out of the shadows atop the stairs, she had no idea of the peril, just yards away.
Through the bedroom door she slid, as she turned back to her usual, sensual, curvy, self.
Still Samantha had no idea.
Samantha was doomed, her sexual fate of submissive slavery sealed. Their was no escape from the room or her fate. Slowly, quietly, The Countess Blush closed in on her feast.
“Turn your bottom towards me, present yourself to your Mistress.”
Samantha rolled over, and slid her delicious cheeks towards the teeth of her Mistress.
Mistress Blush let her hand glide along the quilt towards the full ripe bottom before her.
Ohhhh the warmth of her bottom felt like nectar to her. The touch was Devine, The Countess Blush drooled at the sight.
She caressed her lovely bottom and Samantha moaned in pure pleasure
Countess Blush could smell the juices dribbling from Samantha’s slit, it was like some heady, exotic Oriental perfume, and she need to touch it, to drink on it…to feast on it. “Open your legs my pretty slave, let me taste you.”
Her hands and soft seductive whispered words began to tease the legs of her helpless victim open. “Open them my precious, show yourself.”
“Come on my sweet little rose, show me you nectar, open your petals, let my tongue be your busy little bee.”
She used her hand to gently open the swollen labia. “Do you want me to slide my fingers in you?”
Samantha began to thrust her groin slightly in an intoxicating rhythm. “Yes my beautiful Mistress, I want to feel your caress within me.”
“Tell me again my pet, tell me what you need from Mistress Blush.” As she spoke her long tongue licked.
“Oh my Mistress, please, finger me Mistress.” This was the moment when Samantha saw her Mistress for the first time, and she fell deeply into her eyes.
“Oh I will.” Whispered Mistress Blush the Vampire, as the legs of Samantha opened willingly like her heart did, to new love and hope.
Gently at first, Mistress began to rub Samatha on her hard little clitoris, as she spoke.
“Do you like me to rub your pussy Samantha?”
“Do you like my finger to slip in like this?”
“Oh fucking hell! Yes, yes I do!”
“Don’t swear. That is naughty.”
Mistress stopped rubbing. Samantha tried to push down on her beautiful fingers again, but tormentingly the skilful Mistress kept them just out of reach.
The picture on the wall, the ancient artwork of the first Vampire in the Blush Dynasty, turned its head to see the tormented soul lost in temptation before her.
“Of course my pretty little slave, you know what naughty girls get don’t you?”
“Yes, my fallen angel, spankings! Would you like Mistress to spank you?”
“Ask me, beg me.”
“Please Mistress, spank me! I need a spanking, pleeeeease Mistress!”
“Then arise my naughty slave and present yourself.”
The Vampire stood, looking magnificent as the light illuminated her profile.
Samantha presented herself, her beautiful strawberry blonde hair cascading down her back and shouted loud. “I’m a naughty slave Mistress, spank me, spank me.”
The vampire’s teeth grew, long slender and sharp, like a cat’s, as she looked at the tempting, wriggling, desperate bottom before her.
Samantha caught sight of Edith, the Grandmother of Countess Blush in the frame next to her. It’s black and white eyes and face turned towards her as Samantha, in all her naked glory begged for more.
The Countess spanked her, making her cheeks blush.
Slowly at first, cheek to cheek, she watched as her bottom wobbled at each smack. Drinking in the sight before her.
She began to concentrate on one cheek, the one nearest to her, the left one.
Her left hand was delicately placed above her bottom, althoug sweetly poised and elegant, it held its grip, Samantha’s bottom was firmly locked in place.
Her aim narrowed as she began to spank vigorously in one spot. She waited for the sign of a kicking leg of a spankee’s leg, bending at the knee.
Then with a flurry of smack she concentrated on what she called her spanking cherry, a tiny area which she spanked quickly with her finger tips to create a cherry red.
This was the ‘Cherry Blush’.
Her whole vision became consumed by it. She reared up and stared at the spot where the blood had risen to the surface. She took aim, her mouth opened as spittle stretched a yarn like a spider’s web between her upper and lower teeth.
She bit the beautiful soft inviting cheek of Samantha’s bottom, and Samantha yelped like a puppy being trod on. The Countesses cat like teeth locked in and she sucked.
She sucked blood, for five minutes or more, making a noise like a child with a soother, or a lollipop, until she was full.
She released her grip and studied her mark on the flesh.
Blood began to trickle down in two lines.
She traced the two lines until they stopped and talked to the shape of her own mouth. “You are mine now, you belong to the Blush Dynasty…forever.”
Samantha orgasmed, like never before, and replied. “Yes Mistress.”
The Countess stood, and twirled the hair of her new daughter, and pulled. “Follow me, my pretty girl.”
“Yes Mistress.” Came the meek and mild reply.
Her bottom hurt from the bite as she moved, and she loved it. Slowly she climbed from the bed, to be tugged by the hair, and out of the door.
Just a few short steps took them to another small room. The Countess opened the door and dimly lit in a recess was a religious art work, many years old. “Surely”, thought Samantha,”… it is a Saint.”
“Go and stand facing away from the picture, press your bottom to the cool canvas.”commanded her Mistress.
Samantha almost had two minds working at once, one a questioning mind, the other one submitting to a new world with new experiences.
She knew she was in the forbidden ruin.
She knew she was entering a new existence.
She pressed back onto the cold hard oil paint, the bite in her bottom stung as she did so.
“You are at a gateway Samantha, behind him is the world you knew. Before you is my world.”
Samantha understood, somehow she knew she was stood behind a metal gate of sorts, like a portcullis.
It was daylight now in her old world. The only thing on the other side of the portcullis was the ruin. Rooks cawed, but nothing and nobody was near. It stood as it did every day, forlorn, and uninviting.
The Countess Blush continued with her first conversation and instruction. “This used to be the gateway out of our Kingdom, but the church blocked it in the 1500’s. He…” She pointed to the Saint “…is the Guardian. We cannot get by him. We are destined to be able to wander our ruin and no more in their world.”
Samantha frowned. “What about the way I came in?”
“Exactly. A way in. He cannot stop anyone coming in. Like you.. Neither could he stop us wandering our own world when we wish.” Smiled the Countess.
She continued, thoughtfully. “There is something you need to do, but first, kiss me.”
Fingers tugged pubic hair and cupped beautiful soft firm breasts as bodies were explored.
At that exact moment in the offices of ‘The Welbeck Times’ an investigative reporter named Kate was researching her latest assignment about the legends surrounding the local woods and mysterious disappearances of various young ladies. She was a good photographer, and was planning a trip to the old ruin in the woods.
As Kate made frantic exciting notes about the most exciting and alluring case she had ever been assigned, the two vampires embraced.
“I want to show you something, bend down, look at these old books Samantha.”
Samantha loved hearing the Countess use her name.
They bent down to look.
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