In the castle of Count Istvan Ravenloft, Price of Translyvania

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OOC: This story takes place in the 16th Century. The theme comes from the Life of Countess Elizabeth Bathory. She was said to be a Vampyric Lesbian (though upon research I've done on her, that is not correct). She was known to bathe in the blood of young servant girls in hopes to maintain her youthful appearance. Also, she was a crule ruler and tortured whomever she desired. Count Istvan, Bathory's cousin, became the ruler of Translyvania in 1571, and later went on to assmue the throne of Poland. So, this thread is about the cousin, but in a similar theme as Bathory's life.

IC:

Lada walked through the dark halls of her Lord's castle, lighting a torch that hung on the wall every few feet. It was a teedious chore that she loathed, but did none the less at night fall.

Once done, she headed to her Lord's bedchamber and turned down the sheets for Him and fluffed the feather pillows. With that chore done, she ventured into the smaller room adjacent to this one. She drew water into the large, marble basin and let a few drops of His favorite scented oil fall from the crystal flask into it.

The sweet smell of sandlewood filled the room and invaded her nostrils. The warmth pulling up from the tub filled the room too. Lada was startled once she sensed her Lord's presence. Quickly, she stood up.

"M'Lord," she said softly, bowing her head before Him.

[Edited by Tiggs on 10-27-2000 at 08:33 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

With a yawn Istvan seemed to glide into the room. He was in front of little Lada before she could rise from her bow. His fingers caught her under the chin lifting her eyes to meet His. They regarded her with neutrality at first then He turned her head to the side, then the other with His fingertips. Snuffing with approval of a sort He left her face pointed to the south and ran His finger nails along her thin neck. His hand fell back to His side but Lada did not turn her head, knowing too well that if she did without permition she would be punished.

"...You may look at me Lada servant" He stated, pausing that short moment to satisfy Himself with His power over her.

 

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Slowly Lada lifted her head. Her eyes met those of her Lord's. Her face went flush. She started to advert her eyes downward again, but was cut off sharply. Istvan cupped the young woman's chin in His hand and held her face up. "Do you fear me, my child?" He asked.

Istvan's gaze seemed to penetrate her soul. It almost hurt her to keep eye contact, but she could not tear her eyes away from her Lord. "Y...yes," she finally stammered.

Istvan smiled. "Good," he said, and after a brief pause added, "Now disrobe me."

Quickly Lada obeyed her Master. She loosened the knot around his waist and gently pulled the silk down his shoulders. The robe fell to her out stretched arms. She carefully placed it on a golden hook in the wall.

"Now disrobe yourself," Istvan commanded.

"M'Lord?" Lada asked, puzzled.

"You heard me wench!" Istvan spat, striking the girl's cheek with the back of his hand. She brought her hand up to her cheek on reflex and fought back the tears that stung her eyes. "Do it now!" he demanded again. His right hand was extended in the air, threatening another blow.

Quickly Lada stripped out of her peasant gown and allowed it to fall to the floor. Her hands moved to cover her nakedness, as it had been her first time nude before anyone, let alone a man.

[Edited by Tiggs on 01-16-2001 at 03:09 AM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

"Modesty doesn't belong in my castle little one!" Istvan growled as He gripped her wrists, forcing her arms behind her back. He stood behind her, clasping her wrists together with one hand and running His hand through her hair with the other. "You will soon learn this." He said silkilly against her ear as His hand hand continued down cupping her breast, pinching her nipple to burning hardness. "And learn it well." He breathed as his hand abandoned her breast just as it became pleasureable, drifting over her lightly curving stomach, finding her tight virgin entrance. His fingers worked over it for a moment, but as He had with her breast He did with her cunt. Abbandoning it just before any real pleasure was given. He pushed her a step forward, letting go of her wrists.

"You will bath me now." He commanded as He stepped into the water she had drawn.

 

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Lada quickly knelt down on the tub's side. She reached for the small bar of soap at the tub's edge. While in this exposed position, Istvan reached out and pinched her other nipple. He held it tightly between his thumb and index finger. Lada whimpered, her body froze in fear.

Feeling the tension well up in her body, Istvan said, "Relax my child. Relax and you shall enjoy what I'll be doing to you." His voice was intoxication, yet puzzling. At times he spoke to her with a gentle tone, but then, in an instate he could become harsh and vile.

After a few minutes, he released her nipple. Quickly Lada lathered up the soap in her hands. She brought her hands to her Lord's massive shoulders and worked the lather into them. He sighed as his body relaxed.

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

"Thats right young one... Explore as you like... There will be no punishment for the workings of your hands if they work for me, and me alone." He sighed as He reached up, running a warm wet hand along her fore arm, directing it down against His chest. He ran a finger along her inner elbow as He made her drench His chest with soapy water.

He continued to pull her about so that she was forced to set, facing Him, her ass against the cold dank floor and her breasts pressed against the mildly warm tub. He reached for her breast, resting its under side on the tubs brim so that it was fully accessable to Him. He leaned over and licked the solid pink nipple gently , His hand up under her other breast, squeezing it nearly to the point of pain.

[Edited by Ravenloft on 10-27-2000 at 11:19 PM]

 

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Lada whimpered slightly from the pain in her right breast. Her hands continued to work over her Lord's body. As she did, he reached for the pin holding up the bun in her hair. He tugged on it, sending her hair flowing down around her upper half. It was auburn and had a silky tone to it, almost like that of his robe.

Istvan ran his fingers through her soft hair, entwinging them through the strands. He curled his fingers around her hair and tugged, bringing the caught strands up to his nose. Her hair smelled sweet, like jasmine. This pleased Count Ravenloft, and he smiled.

He placed his free hand over hers and slowly lowered it down his chest and stomach.

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

Istvan closed Lada's soapy hand around His growing cock, it gave slightly to the pressure of her hand but slowly filled her palm with a hard, throbbing life. She could feel His blood surging against her fingertips.

releasing her breast He took her other hand, quickly laving her index and middle fingers then set them down against her cunt, forcing her to feel herself for the first time in such a manner

 

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The uneasyness in Lada was obvious in her face and her rigid movements. She was red from blushing, and ashamed at where her two hands were. Within the years prior to being moved to her Lord's castle, she was raised by her parents to fear the sins of sexual pleasure.

"Relax," Istvan warned again.

But to no avail did the girl relax this time. She fell out of her trance and back against the cold floor when a stinging slap fell across her face. Istvan was out of his bath fast and quickly closing in on her. Fear was evident in her eyes.

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

"You have been taught to cut the passion from your heart, I can see... That is why you won't suffer death little one... But you must be taught... Oh yes, the damage those fools have done you will be fixed!" Istvan growled as He lifted Lada by her hair. He was dragging her from the bath room, through the cold, grey stoned halls, down into the under chambers, to the dungeon! He flung her into the room by her hair, pressing the heavy stone entrance shut behind Him. She had fallen to her knees in submissivness and fear. He took her by the wrist and locked her into a pair of manacles that hung down from the celing.

 

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Shackled to the wall, Lada was left there for a minute. She looked dwarfed up against the 15' walls. Istvan busied himself along the other end of the cavernous room. Soon he was back for Lada.

He placed a thick leather collar around her neck. He unshacked her and placed similar leather cuffs around her wrists. He drug her to the center of the room where a large, wooden rack stood. He commanded her to climb up on it and to lay on her back. Lada, afraid, did as she was told.

Istvan hooked a 4' bar between her spread legs on leather cuffs that matched her wrists, and then tied the bar down at the foot of the table. He stopped briefly to admire the view she provided. He then stretched each of her arms high above her head and out towards a corner of the table.

"Don't you look lovely?" he said, mocking Lada. He ran a finger down her side. It made her skin crawl.

[Edited by Tiggs on 01-16-2001 at 03:14 AM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

Frowning at the thatch of hair between Lada's legs Istvan went out of Lada's eye shot for a moment. He returned with a lit candle. "First, to remove this bothersome hair, little one..." He sighed as He tipped the candle to its side, letting it melt. The liquid wax beaded up as Lada's eyes opened wide, knowing pain was soon to come. The wax dripped, falling into the nest of her pubic hair. It didn't hurt... Her hair had protected her... This time... He wasn't going to stop though. The wax continued to drip, faster and faster. She started to feel the hot wax penetraiting through her protective hair, at first nothing more than a little heat, then it started to sting her tender flesh, then burn! She tried to move away but some of the wax fell upon her unguarded stomach and she winced. "You see, if you stay still little one the pain will be less..." He breathed, looking her in the eyes with a warning. A good sized patch of her silky, curly thatch had been covered and Istvan set the candle aside for a moment. He peeled back the upper most part of the glaze of wax. Lada felt her hair being tugged lightly by it. Then He tugged shortly, only peeling back the wax and removing an inch of her hair. She yelped in pain, making Istvan flash a smile, but his eyes glared at her as he had not given her permition to scream. He tugged again and Lada stifled her next scream the best she could. He still heard it though and slapped her hard along the jaw. "Not until I say!" He hissed. He, being merciful, gave her a second to compose herself before He tugged the wax free.

 

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Tears were streaming down Lada's cheeks now as she fought with herself not to make a sound. "Stop your crying child!" Istvan spat. "I haven't even given you anything to cry about yet!"

With that, Istvan allowed another puddle of wax to drip down to her thick bodily fur. Lada winced in pain, but remained quiet. "Good girl," Istvan said, smiling evilly. He set the candle down once again and waited for the wax to cool.

Once cooled, he began ripping away at the waxy patch. He tore fast and hard, showing her no mercy. Though she tried not to, Lada screamed in agony, quickly to hunker down quietly. She was afraid what her Lord and Master would do to her next.

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

"If you cannot even learn to handle this little pain I shall never be able to teach you little one." Istvan said, His tone one of dissapointment in her scream. He grabbed ahold of the tables edge, lifting the top up off a set of pegs, under the table there was a bar that the table top swivled on. He pushed the board so that Lada's head was pointing toward the floor, locking the pegs back in place. She was completely inverted now. Istvan's feet moved past Lada's face, He pushed her face to the side with the toe of His shoe. Kneeling down so she could see His face He frowned, He was deeply disapointed with her, she could see it in His eyes. "Perhaps if I give you a bit of an incentive..." He said darkly. Standing again He slid his fingers over her open cunt, spreading her lusious folds, His tumb pressed hard against her clit. He took the candle and eased its base into her gently as not to break her hymen. Setting it into her about an inch and a half leaving a good hour or more worth of wax left to burn down. He stepped away and out of sight for a moment and returned with a switch in hand.

 

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Lada's face was quickly truning red due to the rush of blood to her head. Her head had fallen softly to the floor below. Slowly the wax ran down the taper candle, threatening to cover the most delicate part of her body. Istvan grinned evilly as he watched.

The wax moved down the length of the candle, getting dangerously close now. Lada cried out once she felt the burning wax on her cunt lips. Istvan smiled again. Switch in hand, he brought it down dard on her right tit. The sting started along the underside of her tit and worked its way to her hard nipple. She cried out. He just laughed.

Istvan then smacked her left tit in the same manner. Tears were pouring from Lada's face now as she cried out in agony. A larger puddle of wax fell to her cunt, burning her. It fell upon her lips, her clit, and along the length of the candle down into her cunt.

Smiling, Istvan rubbed his crotch.

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

Bringing His already half hard cock to throbbing life Istvan eased down to His knees. Lada's glassy eyes locked onto His cock as it seemed to lift slightly with each pulse. He commanded her to open her mouth, and as she did He pushed his cock down her virgin throat. "Flex your throat little Lada." He said, His voice hiding the pleasure He felt.

 

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Istvan shoved his cock into Lada's mouth. This intrusion was something new to her. A look of shock and fear filled her eyes as she was forced to perform this vile act. "That's a good girl," he said to her, though he really was the one doing all the work.

Istvan moaned as he pumped his cock in and out of Lada's mouth. With each thrust in, he hit her tonsils. She tried her hardest not to choke or gag. Her Lord grabbed onto her nipples and twisted and pulled them as he continued to fuck her face.

He was pumping faster now. Getting closer to cumming. A stream of wax made its way down the candle, threatening to touch her as the ones before it had. It hit the back side of her cunt and slid down her crack to her puckered asshole. Lada gasped in pain, unaware that her teeth grazed her Lord's delicate area.

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

The slight scraping of Lada's teeth along Istvan's cock was enough to bring Him into his climax. His seed jetted into her mouth, she tasted its creamy texture coating her throat. He withdrew and stood, checking how the wax had been doing. It had pooled and turned solid against her virgin pussy. He gently pulled the candle free from her and flaked off the solidified wax from her tender flesh. "Now to finish with the task at hand..." Istvan sighed, His lust sated for the moment. He burned more wax onto Lada's half removed nest, and after another ten minutes and several quick rips Lada's pussy was made bald. Stepping back Istvan admired the red yet smooth skin that was left. He ran His fingers over it and breathed. "Wonderous, little one, when you are able I would have you feel what I have done to you." He heard her forced and pained breath catching in her throat, she was fighting a sob so hard. "Ah, poor child, I have been a little rough on you this day havn't I?" He said with pitty. "Very well, let it not be said that I am unmerciful." He sighed as He moved His fingers to her red and swollen cunt, teasing her clit.

 

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Removing the pegs at the base, Istvan flipped the table back to its normal horizontal position. He then put the pegs back in their place to insure the table would not move. Little Lada's red, bare, and swollen cunt stared up at him. He loved the power he had, being ruler of an entire kingdom! He was able to do as he wished with whomever he wished. He didn't have to answer to anyone, fore he was the law here.

Proving to maybe himself his power, he brought his switch crashing down on Lada's exposed folds. Her face winched in pain, but nothing more than a soft whimper escaped her mouth. "Good girl," Istvan said to her. "You're learning, my little one. I knew there was a reason I picked you!"

He brought the switch down on each of her lips again, and twice on her mound. He could see that the girl was finally starting to respond to bodily pleasure, as her clit was becoming swollen just like her lips. Istvan smiled an evil smile...

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

"Ah good! Just as I wished! You are finding this arousing my little flower! Good, good, good!" Istvan chortled as He pinched His fingers tightly onto Lada's swollen clit. "You have given me pleasure this day little one, now I shall return the favor to you. Do not think too harshly of me, I have only done what I felt was needed." And with that Istvan laid his tongue to work against little Lada's tight, young, perfect hole. He was far too masterful with His tongue for Lada to keep her tongue. She fought it as best she could, hoping that He would not hear her tiny squeaks as it became harder and harder to stay silent and punish her for them.

 

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Lada was twitching and thrashing as much as her binds allowed. She had never felt anything quite like this ever in her life. She couldn't understand why her parents had been so strict against this her whole life. How could anyone not want this sensation? she had wondered.

Soft, little squeals of delight passed over Lada's lips as her Lord set to work on her. His tongue danced little circles around her clit before his mouth locked down on it. He held her clit between his teeth and flicked his tongue sharply against its tip.

Lada cried out from the immense pleasure she was feeling. Her body writhed in exctacy. Istvan smiled. He closed his teeth down on her clit harder now.

"Oh yessssssss!" she cried out. Lada pressed tightly against her binds, trying to get her cunt closer to her Lord or Master. Her body shook uncontrollably. Slowly her breathing came down, as did her pulse.

Istvan gave her clit one last chewing before he lifted his head. He held his index finger against her cunt opening. He could feel the resistance of her hymen trying to keep him out. He switched to his pinky finger. Slowly he slid it into her. He was surprised to see how wet she was!

"You nasty lil' cunt!" Istvan exclaimed, smiling. He withdrew his pinky from her and brought it to her lips. "Taste yourself." he commanded.

Lada spread her lips and allowed her Lord's pinky finger to slide into her mouth. Her tongue played with the tip of his finger as she tasted her own juices.

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

"Thats it little Lada... Before long I will have you down here, playing the role that I have this day. If you keep up the way you have today..." Istvan sighed as Lada cleaned her juices from His fingertips. What a sight it would be to have Lada abuse another one of His female servants! "I am going to unshackle you. You will return to my bed chambers and finish your duties for the day. Then I would see you to your bed for a long nights sleep. In the morning, when you are refreshed, you will come back here. Do you understand?" Istvan's tone was one of unquestionable command tempered with a hint of caring. He undid Lada's bindings and set her free.

 

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Lada nodded softly, glad to be helped off the table, "I understand M'Lord". She left the dungeon, naked, and quietly ventured though the twisting maze of halls. She ignored the obscene calls and whistles from the prisioners that stood behind their cells in the castle's basement level.

Once in the small bathroom adjacent her Lord's bedchamber, she gathered up her gown and slid it back over her small frame. She filled a fresh pitcher of cool water and placed it on the stand next to her Lord's bed and left the room.

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The following morning, Lada made her way down to the dungeon before morning chorse were done, as per her Lord's request...

 

[Ravenloft]

Istvan:

Lada walked into the dank, chill body of Istvan's dungeon. There she saw Him shackling down another young servant girl. The girl shouted obcenities at him. After he had her locked to the same table that He had Lada on last night He stood, drawing a biting hand sharply across her cheek. She fell instantly silent with a small smile. "That is all you will get from me today Carra. Today you are to be set upon by a Mistress." He turned to Lada, putting his hands on her shoulders. "I trust you have had time to recover from last nights ministrations my little Lada? Today you will play the role that I had for you, but for this woman. I will guide you with patience little one." With that he wheeled Lada to the foot of the table that Carra layed, shackled to.

Carra was one of the first servants Istvan had ever brought to His dungeon, she knew a time when He had not been the Master that He was this day. She had all to easily accepted the pleasures he gave to her and though she taunted him at times with obcenities it was more to get Him riled up for their D/s sessions than to make Him truly angry with her. This was the only card she had over Him and they both knew it.

Carra layed naked, open and exposed to the wanderings of Lada's eyes. Her skin was goose fleshed from the chill in the air and her nipples were hard. Her cunt was open and slightly moist from Istvan's slap. Lada looked along Carra's body almost in shock then looked away. Istvan came up behind her and forced her to return her gaze to Carra's prone body. "If you cannot even look at her then there is no hope for you my little Lada." He hissed into her ear.

 

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Istvan held Lada's head in place. She was unable to take her eyes off of the girl before her. She had seen Carra in the castle from time to time, but never talked to her. She knew nothing about her. "That's right, my pet. Look at her," he said.

Slowly the two of them walked a little closer to the table. This was the first time Lada had seen another female in the nude. She was surprised at how different the two had actually been.

"What are you staring at bitch?" Carra asked Lada.