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The Fight For Transylvania: Chapter VIII *FF/F
Used a bit of creative freedom with the second Act; I think it was a pretty good effort on my part. As always, behind the scenes on the tumblr; yada yada.
What's going to happen to our hapless heroes; our struggling heroines....?
You'll have to tune in next time to find out.
:redstar: :feather:
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Chapter VIII: The Night of Forlorn Hope
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The gates opened with a clang; as sheets of precipitation continued to pour.
Somehow, Reinhardt had lost Cornell in the blanketing rain. He was drenched to the core.
As he looked back and forth, he noticed a small shack on the right side of the manor. He quickly decided to make his way over to it; better to wait until the rainstorm passed before he tried getting into the manor. As he reached the shack; he quickly knocked and waited. After a few moments, the door slowly opened a tad.
A voice from within sounded; it was a woman’s.
“….Yes? Who is there?”
“Please madam, I need to get out of the rain; I have business at this manor. Will you allow me to come in?” he responded, shaking a bit as the wind blew against his clammy skin.
The door opened more, revealing a blonde haired woman in a red evening gown.
“Oh my; please, come inside!” she gasped, looking at the shivering Reinhardt.
“A thousand thanks.” he responded, feeling the warmth of her hand on his arm as he came inside. He looked inside and noticed this must be the woman’s home; a small table and bed on one side of the room, and a small kitchen area on the other.
Various things and paintings decorated the walls as she ushered him towards a chair near her small fireplace. “What were you doing out in a storm like this?” she asked, offering him a blanket. He nodded and removed his jacket and shirt, setting them in front of the fireplace.
As he did so, the girl noticed several scars along his arms and chest. She looked away as to not embarrass him as Reinhardt wrapped the blanket around himself. “Ah… better…” he thought, feeling the warmth spreading over his top half.
Water dripped down from his spikey hair as he looked towards the girl and chuckled. “I was chasing a companion of mine; he was headed in this direction. From the footprints I could follow, he was near the gates to the manor; but the rain washed away what little indication there was left…” He turned his towards the fireplace and continued; “I figured he would have been heading to the manor, if anything. He has silver hair, sort of tall. Did you see him, perhaps?”
The girl shook her head, taking a seat next to him. “No… you’re the first person to arrive here in a while.” She crossed her legs and looked towards the fire as well. “… What is your name?”
He turned towards her and smirked, “Reinhardt. Reinhardt Schneider. And yours? I must properly thank a woman of your honor and beauty for letting a stranger into her home.” he chuckled, giving her a smile.
The woman giggled, covering her mouth. “Ah hah…. yes… My name is Rosa Trunaro. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Schnieder.” she smiled. He opened his mouth to say something, but his stomach growled instead. They both looked at each other and started laughing.
Reinhardt scratched the back of his head and chuckled, giving her an awkard grin. “Wait here, I’ll make you something to eat.” she spoke, gracefully standing and walking towards the kitchen. He held out his hand in protest; “Wait; don’t trouble yourself over me, I—”
“Oh, it’s no trouble. I haven’t had any company in ages; I would be honored to do it. Besides, when was the last time you ate?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip and looking towards him. “Well… I had some rations I brought with me; bread and the like. But I ran out yesterday…” his voice trailing as she set a small kettle underneath of a hand pump. She pumped the kettle halfway full and set it upon a nearby table.
Reinhardt watched on as she began slicing various vegetables; potatoes, carrots, tomatoes and the like; adding them all to the mix while she softly hummed. “I take it that you’re no ordinary traveler; I haven’t seen someone so well armed around these parts for many months…” she noted.
“Well… if you must know; I work for the church. I’m what you’d call a Vampire Hunter; the church sent me here to investigate the going ons in the countryside. They believe it has something to do with Dracula…” he replied, watching as she dilligintly worked.
Rosa smirked slightly, “Vampire Hunter you say? I remember my grandfather telling me stories of the old Belmont clan when I was a young girl. He remembers the young man…. Richter… I believe; battling Dracula some time ago. Of course… I suppose all the Belmonts are destined to fight Dracula when he returns… or so it’s been said.”
Reinhardt said nothing as he stared into the fire. Rosa continued, “But then my father told me the story of Nathaniel Graves; apparently he was able to subdue Dracula when Carmilla attempted to ressurect him 20 years ago… I don’t believe he was of Belmont lineage, but somehow he emerged victorious in his struggle.”
“Nathaniel Graves..” Reinhardt thought. “Not much different than I… He was able to stop Dracula’s plans; and he wasn’t even a Belmont.” Reinhardt looked down at the whip, as Rosa continued to hum away. “Am I here because it’s it’s the right thing; or because I’m obligated to? This whip… the bane of Dracula’s existence… Am I really ready to take on such a foe?”
Rosa pulled out a few containers of spices, seasoning the water as well; bringing the kettle over to sit atop the fire.
While the stew was simmering, she took out a covered plate and two bowls; setting them onto the table. Reinhardt stood up, moving to the kettle and stirring the contents. The aroma of the various spices filled the small shack as Rosa watched him.
“My my… I didn’t think you knew how to cook..” she quipped, watching as he added a dash of salt to the mix. “I’ve spent a time or two in a monastary before; when I was younger… You learn a few things helping out around in the kitchen.” he replied, looking towards her. Rosa moved towards her bed and sat down; beginning to brush her hair.
The rain continued to patter against the roof of the shack as he watched Rosa. Her flowing blonde hair gently swayed back and forth as she brushed. She was such a beautiful girl.. And though the lightning and thunder continued outside, it seemed that nothing bothered her. She seemed very much so at peace, despite living in a place such as this…
“Reinhardt, are you ok?” her voice bringing him back out of his daydreaming. She looked at him with her hazel eyes and a worried expression. “I… Uh… Yeah… I-I’m fine…” he stuttered, looking back towards the kettle and stirring once more. Even though his face was turned away, Rosa knew he was blushing. “I… I think it’s done.” he quipped, picking up one of the bowls. He poured the steaming contents into the first, then the second, as she joined him at the table.
He looked at the covered dish; it had a shining silver lid; she picked it up revealing a small loaf of bread. “Please, dig in; I wouldn’t want this bread to go to waste.” He nodded and began eating; surprising himself at how quickly the soup seemed to disappear from his bowl.
She got up and poured them both a glass of water, sitting back down. “So… you were looking for a friend of yours, is that correct?” she asked, slowly blowing on her soup before drinking the broth. He nodded, taking a gulp of water before continuing to eat some bread.
“Yes… I don’t know what got into him; he ran off chasing after some strange character. All I know is that he was headed in this general direction…” he continued, taking another bite of bread.
“Strange character? What do you mean?” she asked, eating a small piece of bread.
“I didn’t get a very good look at him, but he seemed to be covered in some sort of markings…. He had spikey blonde hair as well; and seemed pretty muscular.” Rosa’s hand froze, as her eyes widened.
“No… Ortega…But he… Lanette wouldn’t.”
“I… A-Are you sure you weren’t mistaken?” she uttered, looking at him.
“….Yes… There’s no doubting it. What’s wrong?”
“It’s…. That man… he…”
“No! You mustn’t tell him!!”
Rosa shook her head slowly; “That man, Ortega. He… left from this manor not too long ago, at the behest of the Mistress of this manor, Lanette Bernhard…” her voice trailing off as she stood, holding her hand to her heart. “She sent him off to look for a lost relic of hers; an ancient stone. I don’t know what she’s up to, but if it involves Ortega, it can’t be good. He… He’s…”
Reinhardt stood, putting his hands on her shoulders. “It’s ok Rosa. Please, don’t work yourself up.”
“But Reinhardt, your friend could be in grave danger!” she replied, her voice slightly quavering. He sat her down and took her hands into his own. “My companion that was chasing him is no ordinary being Rosa. He’s more than capable of handling himself in a dangerous situation.”
He put his hand on the whip at his side, feeling the familiar grip of the leather. “But I think I need to speak to the lady of the manor…” he continued, standing and walking to retrieve his shirt and jacket.
“Reinhardt, you mustn’t go into that manor.” Rosa spoke, watching him stop in his tracks. “What do you mean? I have to.” he muttered; pulling the shirt over his head. He put the jacket back on as he adjusted the collar; turning to face her once more.
She could see the look in his young eyes. His youthful features were determined… yet….
“Something’s wrong… I can feel it.”
“Reinhardt… what’s the real reason you’re here?” Rosa asked; the sudden question throwing him off guard.
He sighed, closing his eyes. “…. Richter…. Richter Belmont… He was…” Reinhardt hesitated.
“He was my Uncle.” he continued, brandishing the holy whip. “This is the legacy I carry with me. Like Belmonts before me; it now falls to me to destroy the evil that threatens the world once more.”
She looked at the whip he held aloft. She could feel it’s holy aura eminating through the air; it made her skin tingle.
“That…. that’s the Vampire Killer; isn’t it?” she spoke, taking a step back. “My grandfather told me about it, many years ago…”
“Yes…” he nodded. “It is indeed the Vampire Killer. With this weapon, I can combat the evil that threatens the land and it’s people. This is why I must go.”
Rosa closed her eyes and began eliciting a prayer for him.“Oh blessed father… watch over this man; may no harm come to him during his quest. He longs for a peace that few know of, but one that many long for. May his desires stay true and just…. Amen”
As she uttered her prayer, Reinhardt noticed the moonlight shining onto the dish cover. He could see his reflection on it’s polished surface… but something was wrong.
“Where is Rosa’s? She’s sitting right there with her red gown on…
Unless…”
Rosa opened her eyes once more and smiled at him, noticing his grim expression. “Rosa… you..” he uttered; and she turned to see what he was looking at.
“Oh no.”
The cover on the table told it all. Her reflection was missing from it’s display; only Reinhardt’s showed. She stood and walked away towards her bed; “So… you saw…I cannot hide it from you any longer. I… I am… a creature of darkness Reinhardt. I—”
“Impossible.” he began, cutting her off. “Never would a creature of darkness have such a kindhearted soul. If you’re a Vampire, you would have tried to attack me by now.”
Rosa turned to face him, and he saw tears streaming down the young woman’s cheeks.
With a wave of her arm, she became enshouded in mist; sparks crackled all around the cloud as she vanished. Reinhardt quinted and watched as she emerged from within.
The girl’s words were true.
Her skin became pale, and he could see her fangs as she opened her mouth to speak. “ Now you see me as I really am..” she began, as the tears began falling faster. “I’ve been one for some time now, but I’ve managed to keep most of my humanity intact…. There’s time…. times when I just want to let the darkness consume me… but I-I…” She sat down onto her bed and cupped her head into her hands, as Reinhardt walked over and knelt in front of her. He gently pulled her hands from her face and clasped them within his own, looking into her saddened eyes.
“Rosa… you may be look like a Vampire… but I know you’re too good of a person to let the evil within you overpower your soul. In this last hour I’ve spent with you, you’ve shown me more kindness than any person has ever given me before.”
As she wept; she smiled and laughed a little. “Reinhardt… you’re words are too kind for a being like me; you are a good man..” as she spoke, she gazed upon his youthful face; there wasn’t a trace of fear against her.
“Please… you must leave..” she thought; she couldn’t bare to see anything lurking within the manor harm this man. “I have to warn him…”
“No! Do you know what Lanette will do to you if she finds out!?”
“Reinhardt… the… the manor you see outside is a ruse… It’s true form is veled by the fragment of Ebony Stone that Lanette possesses… The people inside, her servants, they are all creatures of chaos.”
“Why am I telling him this?”
She slowly turned away as he nodded.
“I heard from one of the young maids that Lanette was meeting with some other travelers like yourself. It’s possible that they’re Hunters as well…” her voice trailing as he helped her to her feet.
As Reinhardt helped her up, he couldn’t help but gaze at her beauty. “Even as a vampire… she’s still beautiful…”
“Rosa… thank you.” he muttered, embracing the girl in his arms. She was shocked, but she returned the action. The moonlight came into the small shack and bathed the insides in it’s soft glow.
“…. I promise you, I’ll find a way to cure your affliction; I swear it!” he spoke, breaking the silence. His words surprised her. “This man… He would do…” she thought, stunned.
“You… you would do that for me?” she uttered; her voice barely a whisper.
Reinhardt pulled away and raised a finger to wipe her tears that were falling.
“Of course… I made a vow to help the innocent that evil threatens; no matter what they are… You have my word as a hunter; and the honor of the Schnieder name.” he replied, clenching his fist. He turned and started for the door as he half-stepped outside.
“Don’t cry Rosa… I’ll be back.” he spoke, giving her a smile before shutting the door. She couldn’t help but smile too, as she walked to the window; watching him continue towards the manor. The candlelight cascaded through her small home as she leaned against the windowsill.
“Hmph… empty promises.” came a voice from behind her.
Gilles!
She sighed and closed her eyes. “… How long have you been here, Gilles?” she asked, her tone tinged with indifference.
The older man ran his fingers through his moustache and chuckled. “Not that long; but I heard enough. Do you honestly believe that boy will really save you?” he asked, his voice cold and condescending.
She tore her vision from the window as she looked up to him. “I…I do not know..” she whispered, remembering Reinhardt’s words.
The vampire laughed and began to pace around in front of her. “Ha! Accept your fate Rosa!” You have been forever condemned to being a wicked child of the night!” he yelled, reaching out towards her. Rosa slapped his hand away and walked past him.
Gilles turned and grabbed her by the arm, pulling the woman towards him. He glowered at her, and she could feel his evil aura pulsating through the air. “Do not tempt me to end your pathetic life where you stand, girl.” he uttered, baring his teeth at her as his eyes glowed a bright red. He spoke again, this time into her mind, as their gazes deadlocked.
“Forget what he’s promised you. He is a Vampire Hunter. Once he fights Lanette, what’s to stop him from coming back here after you? You’ve lost your humanity; you know it, and I know it. Say he saves you, and you both leave this place. You will succumb to your dark urges eventually and try to turn that boy; and when you do, he will strike… you… down. Mark my words.”
Rosa could feel her mind slipping as she began feeling weak. “He… he won’t….. Would he…?”
Gilles smirked, releasing her. “Think on it, Rosa. You already know the true answer.” and with these last words, the older man disappeared in a flash of mist.
Rosa steadied herself against the table, thinking about what he said. Her gaze fell onto the silver cover, and she flung it across the room in a fit of rage.
“….God… why have you forsaken me so..? Do I truly deserve this fate?” she asked, looking out towards the night sky…
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For the second time now, Carrie awoke to find herself shrouded in dar— candlelight?
“W..What the? Where… Where am I now?” she thought; her mind a jumbled mess. The last thing she remembered was fighting Lanette…. then… she was being held up…. she must have passed out shortly afterwards.
She tried to sit up; again, like the last time she awoke like this, she found that she was bound to some sort of table. The rattling of the chains around her wrists clattered in the expansive room. She looked at whatever it was she was laying on and noticed it to be a large stone table with a blanket across it. Her wrists her chained above her arms to some sort of central pillar behind her; and her ankles were placed in some type of… stockade? Each ankle was in it’s own “stockade”, and securely in place at that. It too seemed made of stone. However, there was thickpadding around her ankles; probably to prevent the stone from cutting them. There seemed to be a seperation in the table, provocatively between her legs, no less.
Whoever had tied her up had made sure she was locked down; and even took the liberty of taking her clothes…. again; except for her hands. She seemed to be wearing some sort of gloves; they didn’t feel like hers though. As she looked up, she noticed they were black with encrusted jewels; and surprisingly soft. “Ok… now why are these here?”
She didn’t want to think about why she was here, or what was going to happen to her… but she probably already knew the answer.
“Oh God… not this again… Why can’t I ever wake up to something pleasant for once?” she thought, looking around.
She could see stairs in the corner off to her left; along with a bunch of support pillars extending to the ceiling. She could only surmise that she was in the basement of the manor. Carrie saw there were a few barrels and shelves containing various bottles; probably wine. “Must be the food storage…” she thought, hearing her stomach growl. With a sigh, she looked to her left and right, noticing there were two chairs sitting next to the slab.
She wasn’t particularly sure she wanted to wait for her “audience” to arrive. Carrie began to charge her powers for an energy orb….
Nothing.
“…What?” she muttered aloud, looking to her hands. She tried again, and could feel the energy gathering in her hands, but there wasn’t any sort of orb taking form.
The gloves.
“Wait…. this must be one of those artifacts Camilla told me about before…”
Her thoughts took her back to a conversation she had with her cousin some time ago; after Camilla had come clean about her real parents, about everything. Camilla was telling her of several scrolls she had “borrowed” from the church during her training with the monks. Carrie distinctively remembered her talking about an old pair of gloves…. much like the ones she had on her hands now; they were made by one of Dracula’s ally’s; referred to in the text as a “Devil Forgemaster”. Camilla told her that the gloves were infused with evil powers. If someone tried to use pure magic with the gloves on; they wouldn’t be able to properly cast spells, due to the chaotic energy disrupting their aura..
Carrie turned her wrists from side to side, examining the gloves; there was no doubt about it. They didn’t particularly look all that “Evil”, but she knew their power to be true. She tried to remove them, but she couldn’t get the leverage she needed; besides, the gloves were pretty snug on her hands. She’d need to find a way out of these restraints first….
“Don’t like my gift? Oh…. what a shame…” a voice teased from the corner of the room.
Lanette…
Carrie struggled once more, this time with more gusto as she heard the heels click on the stone floor. Lanette watched as the girl pitifully attempted to remove her “presents”; but to no avail.
“My…my…my….” Lanette cooed, her hips moving back and forth as she neared the girl. She stopped at the foot of the table and ran a finger along Carrie’s leg, trailing it across her thigh.
“Seems you’re in quite the predicament; wouldn’t you say?” she spoke, chuckling as she felt the girl’s leg retract slightly. Carrie glared at the woman, but remained silent. “Why so glum, Carrie? I thought you might have some more questions for me.” she smiled, looking down at the girl.
“Lanette… What are you going to gain by doing this?” Carrie asked, her voice teeming with anger.. Lanette giggled, and began slowly trailing her finger up the girl’s taut stomach. Carrie could feel the laughter bubbling up from within her, but she fought it; remaining composed.
“What am I going to get out of this…? Well…. things were starting to get a little… mundane around here….” her voice trailing as she slowly made her way down the girl’s sides, lazily dragging her finger underneath her breasts. “… I think you can help remedy some of the boredom I’ve been feeling as of late. I was thinking it was about time for a new addition to the girls anyway.” she continued, waiting for Carrie to crack. Carrie shut her eyes, and began to think; thinking of anything but the sensations occuring on her sides as the fingers dragged along.
“Those ticklish… maddening sensations…”
God, why did she have to be ticklish!?
Finally, her fingers stopped trailing as she heard Lanette take a seat next to her. She crossed her leg and settled back in the chair. “Oh.. don’t think you’re going to get off so easy. If memory serves… you were in a similar position not too long ago, right?”
“…. How does she know about that?”
Carrie remained silent, her eyes were still closed as Lanette picked up a large feather from a small tray underneath the chair. She gently brought it to rest against her own face. “Yes… if I’m getting my story straight… It seems that your friend Reon gave you a gift of sorts before he… well… let’s say before he changed.. do you remember what I’m talking about, Carrie?” she quipped, tapping the stalk of the feather against her cheek.
Her eyes slowly opened as she looked ahead, avoiding Lanette’s piercing gaze.
"The Pendant. But why does Lanette care about it?"
“…. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” she muttered, hearing the woman sigh.
“Tsk…tsk… You shouldn’t lie Carrie. That’s going to get you nowhere with me.” she started, bringing the feather dangerously close to her exposed arm.
“I’ll give you one more chance to tell me where the pendant is; If I were you, I’d start talking.” her voice firm; Carrie could tell she was serious. She began thinking about the pendant; she had given it to Henry to hold back when they were in the castle gate….
“That’s right… Henry put it in one of the pockets on his gun belt… I almost forgot!”
“Forget it Lanette; I’m not going to tell you where it is. Why do you eveheheheen wahahaaant iiittt!!?” Carrie only made it through her second sentence before Lanette began to swish the plume of the feather across her exposed arm, causing her to start laughing. “….Why? Do you even know what that pendant is?” she asked, watching the girl clench her teeth as she began running the feather on the side of her breasts.
Carrie looked towards her, teeth still clenched as her mouth curled into a large grin. “Dahahamn heeheerr!!” she thought, as snickers trickled out from her mouth.
Lanette simply watched on as Carrie continued to squirm beneath the feather’s flowing touch. She continued teasing her; never going fast enough to get her really laughing; but never slow enough as to offer reprieve. She slowly made her way down to the girl’s stomach as she flicked the tip of the feather across her belly button. As Lanette watched on, Carrie shot up like a rocket on the table, arching her back and finally succumbing to the laughter. “STAHAAHAAPP!! AAAAHHAAAHA!” she cried, as the feather continued to trail along her belly button.
Lanette merely grinned, ingoring the girl’s plea as she continued dragging the feather up… and down her stomach.
“How interesting… seems Alexandria was telling the truth after all… I can only imagine how ticklish her feet are if the rest of her is this sensitve…” she thought, listening to the echoes of Carrie’s high pitched laughter.
Lanette stopped her assault on Carrie’s stomach as she leaned back once again in her chair. The girl settled back down to the table as she struggled to catch her breath; still gently snickering at the lingering feelings. “Y…You… hehe…” she muttered; looking towards Lanette with animosity. “Oh, please. Save your breath; you’re going to need it. Ha… Haha!” she laughed, standing up. She gingerly walked behind Carrie and knelt down, her mouth just inches from her ear.
“…. Nervous?” she whispered, dragging her tongue across her lips as she eyed the girl’s chest. Carrie sighed, exhaling her breath.
“Right… at tickling? Please. What’s there to be scared of?” Lanette brushed the bangs from her eyes; “From a human…. nothing; save maybe the temptation of it leading to something… pleasurable.” she spoke, watching Carrie shudder. “From a vampire though…. well… let’s just say that some of us don’t get our power from only drinking blood…”
“…What do you mean?” she asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.
She sighed, shaking her head. “Well… since you’re a witch, I don’t have to explain to you about what aura is. You see, our vampiric powers also rely on aura. Without it, we would be unable to dissipate, or do any other of our useful tricks. The main way we become powerful, is by draining the aura through drinking blood. Without blood, you cannot live, and without aura, you also cannot live. It is the other important life source for all beings. You see, everyone has aura, but it’s power differs from person to person. Not only that, but only a select few can learn to harness it, and use it; beings such as yourself, or me… ” she paused. “Witches, Warlocks, and Vampires have the most aura; so naturally, vampires like to prey on them… and even their own kin.” Lanette continued, chuckling at the last part.
Carrie couldn’t believe what she was hearing; she knew what “aura” was, but she didn’t think these creatures could learn to harness it from a person. But…
“But how does a vampire drain aura through tickling?” she asked, watching as Lanette moved to her side, removing her high heels.
“Think about it, Carrie.” she replied, setting them underneath the chair as she leaned onto the table next to her exposed breasts. “You cast your spells through your hands; you can feel the energy welling up, and being released from your fingertips, can you not?” Slowly, Carrie nodded. “Vampires do the same thing. Our energy is released through our hands…. But! Over centuries, our kind has learned to be able to drain the energy from other creatures to replenish our own; when there wasn’t blood to be had. This art uses the same principles of magic consumption, albeit at a slower pace. The energy we take in through our fingertips is greater than the magic being spent to obtain it.” she finished, watching the girl’s puzzled expression.
“Why don’t I demonstrate…. pay attention now…” she smirked, bringing her fingers to the girls taut underarms. Carrie bit her lip, waiting for the inevitable; as Lanette spoke once more. “How aura is released depends on how active your body is… To put it simply, if I do this…” she began slowly scratching at the center’s of her underarms; feeling Carrie begin to squirm at her touch. “….You begin laughing, and your sensitivity is heightened. Now, at this stage, the amount of aura being released isn’t much.. but if I started to do this…” she began dancing her fingers across her underarms, watching as Carrie began to writhe around, laughing once more. “… Your sensitivity has greatly increased, and so is the aura you’re exerting. Look at my hands; I know you can see it.”
She could barely open her eyes through her laughter and squirming, but she did as Lanette told her; she could see the woman’s hands being surrounded by a red glow. “That red glow you’re looking at is… the “Draining Touch”.” she muttered, trying to keep her concentration. She stopped for a moment and retracted her hands. “Mmmm….” she moaned, licking her lips.
“… Do you understand now? I could keep you here for the rest of your days and torment you. Letting you recover for a few hours before I do it again. It’s as fun as drinking your blood; but there’s no risk of you dying from it!” Lanette laughed, looking down at the girl’s pale expression.
“My god… She can’t be serious…. I’m…. I’m trapped.”
“So… are you going to tell me where the pendant is? Or do you want another demonstration?” she asked, bringing a finger to her mouth as she looked Carrie over.
Though she was trapped, she couldn’t let herself give into Lanette’s desires.
“….No..” she whispered. “You may be able to keep me here, but I won’t cooperate with you. I’d rather die than let you get my pendant!” she barked.
The woman shook her head and wagged her finger at Carrie. “And that would be strike one. Why must you humans make things so difficult on yourselves….?” she muttered; snapping her fingers.
Footsteps could be heard across the room, as Carrie looked up; her mouth opening in schock.
“A… Allie? What are you…?” she breathed.
Alexandria stopped at the foot of the table, looking towards Lanette. “Yes Mistress…. you called?”
“…What have you done to her?” Carrie uttered, as the woman began laughing.
“Ha ha ahah! What ever do you mean child? This is your friend, Alexandria Duraie, isn’t it?” she replied, walking behind the girl and placing her hands on her shoulders. She pulled Alexandria closer, exposing her neck as she continued. “….And Alexandria… is this not your friend, Carrie Fernandez?” she asked, as she began to gently run her pointed teeth along the girl’s neck. “Hehee… Yes, she is, Mistress.” the girl cooed as Lanette’s teeth tickled her neck.
“Get away from her!!” she screamed, thrashing in her bondage. “Allie, you’ve got to get out of here!!” she added, tugging on her ankles. The hypnotized girl turned to Lanette, the latter giving her a nod, pointing down to her trapped feet. “…You know what to do.” she whispered into the girl’s ear.
Without delay, Allie sat down onto her knees in front of Carrie; beginning to teasingly run her nails down Carrie’s arches. The trapped girl’s thrashing suddenly stopped; as she lay there and began giggling. “Hehee… cuhuutt iihiihit out!!” she laughed; helpless as the nails continued their assault.
Lanette walked over and picked up a ball gag from underneath the first chair.
“Here’s your second chance… Are you going to talk, or are we going to have to have a little more fun with you?” she spoke, dangling it in front of her face. The torture on her feet continued as Alexandria switched tactics; going up the arch and to the ball of one foot, while her other hand went down the arch and circled around her heel. Carrie shook her head and started laughing even more; “AaaHAAHH!! NAHAHAAOOO!!” she screamed, trying to pull her feet away from her friend’s tickling fingers. As she opened her eyes, she saw Lanette pushing the ball of the gag into her mouth, wrapping it around her head and snicking it shut.
“MmhhmmHMMPH!?!” the gag doing it’s job well as Carrie’s muffled cries were nearly all but quieted.
“Much better, don’t you think, Alexandria?” Lanette cooed, taking a seat on the edge of the table. In her hands, were two feathers. “Yes, Mistress, I think so.” came the reply, as Alexandria watched her friend’s toes curl and flex as she tickled the balls of her feet. Carrie’s muffled cries grew, as her back arched off the table once more.
Tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes as she watched the two feathers descend upon her breasts. The feathers slowly licked a path across the girl’s chest, stopping to tease her perking nipples. It started causing her to shake her head maddeningly; her eyes opening wide as she moaned from behind the gag.
“MHMAH..mmmm…PHFH!! MmMMPHAAMPH!”
“You poor thing…” Lanette continued; “If only you had just told me where the pendant was, you could have avoided this whole ordeal…. Well… That’s not entirely true, I suppose…” she smiled, blowing her a kiss as the girl squirmed around from the sensations.
As Carrie moaned and laughed into her gag, she could hear something through the floor above her…. almost like a loud crack.
Was she imagining it?
It was hard to tell, in her current state. She must have, because neither Lanette, nor Alexandria made any motion to listen for it.
“THIHIHISSS GAHAHADDAMNED VAHAHAMPIRE!! AAHAAAHAAHAHA!!!” she thought; all this tickling on her feet and breasts were starting to have an effect on Carrie. She could feel her sex beginning to throb slightly; and she knew that it would only get worse as the torment went on.
From somewhere within Alexandria, she could hear a faroff voice. “Stop……tickling…. mustn’t…….” the voice…. where had she heard that voice before? She ignored it, watching her friend suffer. Carrie’s feet were incredibly soft to the touch… her blue toes flexed and wiggled cutely as she writhed. Unintentionally, the girl’s actions made Alexandria want to tickle her even moreso; as she stopped for a minute to retrieve something…
“Uhn… heehee… thank G-God… f..for…”
“!?!”
Carrie’s muffled screams began anew, “Mmmmph..MMHAAAHAHMPH!!”. Lanette turned around, curious as to what was going on as she watched Alexandria beginning to lick Carrie’s toes. Her toungue flicked across the their undersides as she pulled them into her mouth. While this was going on, she had also picked up an artists brush and began slowly dragging it across her sole, causing the girl to wiggle her toes madly within Alexandria’s mouth. This only fueled Alexandria on, as she wrapped her tongue around the digits; even going so far as to gently nibble on them.
…Why?
…Did fate really conspire for her to be here on this night?
…She must have been spurned by God, destined to die here this night.
That was the only thing she was thinking as tears rolled down her cheeks, and her sex pulsated at the sensations. Either willingly or unwillingly, her hips began thrusting from the stone table; ever so slightly. Lanette watched as the two continued their dance; Alexandria sucking on Carrie’s toes, and Carrie squirming in both agony and lust.
She stood up and moved behind the girl; leaning into her ear as her wicked nails teasingly scratched along in her underarms.
“… Is that pendant really worth all this suffering… this torment…?” cooed her voice. It was strangely enticing… almost… melodic…
“Hhahahaaahahaa!! Mmmmmhmhmhhmm… I… I haahahave to ignore it!!” she thought, clenching her eyes shut.
Lanette’s hands glowed intensely; the aura Carrie was exerting was…. was… extraordinary! She could feel the girl’s powers seeping into her own body, as her hands began tingling slightly. “Carrie… I know what you need… Just tell me what I want to know… and it’s yours…” she spoke, looking down at her thrusting hips.
“Beheheeetrayed by my… mihiiyyy own body!” she thought. Yet… she knew Lanette was right… She did need release; but how could she live with herself if she put Henry’s life in danger? Or… or Reon for that matter? He died to give her this pendant. She couldn’t!
Carrie’s moans began to increase as Alexandria followed Lanette’s actions, ceasing her attack with the paintbrush as she too flicked her nails up and down the girl’s creamy arches. Not only that, but she had begun to take long… slow licks from her heel… up her instep and sole…. all the way up to a toe; then repeating the process once more.
Carrie was in a personal heaven; the feeling of being helpless at the mercy of these two was such a turn on that she was dripping with pleasure.
At the same time though; she was in her own little absolute hell; this tickling was liberally messing with her mind; not to mention Lanette’s teasing was starting to chip away at her defenses. Lanette was smart; she knew what buttons to push when it came to Carrie, and Carrie could only hope that her will would hold out until someone arrived.
“If anyone arrives.” she thought, moaning behind the gag as her eyes shot open.
She looked to Lanette and surprisingly, managed to glower at her, “Mhmhmhhmhmph! Nmhmph, Fmmk ymph!! Hmhhhmaahmph!!”
Even with the gag on, Lanette knew what the girl wanted to say. Her patience was starting to wear thin with this girl; still, she had to admire her resistance. Lanette didn’t think Carrie had such a strong will. “But… she’s merely human… and a woman at that, after all. I know that she needs release…”
“Tsk…tsk… That’s strike two, Carrie.” she spoke again, “…. Alexandria, if you please?” she muttered, passing her a long plumey feather.
Alexandria nodded, lost in her own extacy as she began brushing the plumes of the feath along Carrie’s sex. The young witch’s eyes almost rolled to the back of her head at the feeling of these new sensations. She could feel the throbbing instensify, as the feather tickled her lips.
Lanette watched the feather swish up and down the girl’s dripping sex; she felt Carrie twitching beneath her fingers as she was being tickled and teased across her body.
She leaned in and gently tugged on Carrie’s lobe with her teeth, licking it slightly as she continued to speak. “You have a strong will… Just like your cousin before you…” she paused, listening to the girl whimper as she moaned for release.
Unfortunately, the two knew better and kept her on the edge; continuing their systematic disection of Carrie’s will. “She too… eventually succumbed to the darkness. Will you as well? I’m through playing games Carrie; you want release? Then you can have it, when you tell me where the other half of the Ebony Stone is. That’s why I want that pendant! Your cousin managed to take it from Orion’s vault; and she and that accursed Reon hid it away, where I haven’t been able to locate it!” she hissed, beginning to tickle her more.
Carrie couldn’t even answer Lanette now; as the torment resumed and her writhing continued.
Tears began flowing down her face; as she struggled to not give into her urges. Slowly but surely, her will to resist was nearing it’s end. Could she really betray those who trusted her so….?
As the teasing continued, she looked up to the ceiling and prayed to God above; one of the only times in her life; to help her now.
“Please God… lend me your strength to overcome this! I can’t do this alone!!” she thought, as her eyes clenched shut and she began writhing once more…
Used a bit of creative freedom with the second Act; I think it was a pretty good effort on my part. As always, behind the scenes on the tumblr; yada yada.
What's going to happen to our hapless heroes; our struggling heroines....?
You'll have to tune in next time to find out.
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Chapter VIII: The Night of Forlorn Hope
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The gates opened with a clang; as sheets of precipitation continued to pour.
Somehow, Reinhardt had lost Cornell in the blanketing rain. He was drenched to the core.
As he looked back and forth, he noticed a small shack on the right side of the manor. He quickly decided to make his way over to it; better to wait until the rainstorm passed before he tried getting into the manor. As he reached the shack; he quickly knocked and waited. After a few moments, the door slowly opened a tad.
A voice from within sounded; it was a woman’s.
“….Yes? Who is there?”
“Please madam, I need to get out of the rain; I have business at this manor. Will you allow me to come in?” he responded, shaking a bit as the wind blew against his clammy skin.
The door opened more, revealing a blonde haired woman in a red evening gown.
“Oh my; please, come inside!” she gasped, looking at the shivering Reinhardt.
“A thousand thanks.” he responded, feeling the warmth of her hand on his arm as he came inside. He looked inside and noticed this must be the woman’s home; a small table and bed on one side of the room, and a small kitchen area on the other.
Various things and paintings decorated the walls as she ushered him towards a chair near her small fireplace. “What were you doing out in a storm like this?” she asked, offering him a blanket. He nodded and removed his jacket and shirt, setting them in front of the fireplace.
As he did so, the girl noticed several scars along his arms and chest. She looked away as to not embarrass him as Reinhardt wrapped the blanket around himself. “Ah… better…” he thought, feeling the warmth spreading over his top half.
Water dripped down from his spikey hair as he looked towards the girl and chuckled. “I was chasing a companion of mine; he was headed in this direction. From the footprints I could follow, he was near the gates to the manor; but the rain washed away what little indication there was left…” He turned his towards the fireplace and continued; “I figured he would have been heading to the manor, if anything. He has silver hair, sort of tall. Did you see him, perhaps?”
The girl shook her head, taking a seat next to him. “No… you’re the first person to arrive here in a while.” She crossed her legs and looked towards the fire as well. “… What is your name?”
He turned towards her and smirked, “Reinhardt. Reinhardt Schneider. And yours? I must properly thank a woman of your honor and beauty for letting a stranger into her home.” he chuckled, giving her a smile.
The woman giggled, covering her mouth. “Ah hah…. yes… My name is Rosa Trunaro. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Schnieder.” she smiled. He opened his mouth to say something, but his stomach growled instead. They both looked at each other and started laughing.
Reinhardt scratched the back of his head and chuckled, giving her an awkard grin. “Wait here, I’ll make you something to eat.” she spoke, gracefully standing and walking towards the kitchen. He held out his hand in protest; “Wait; don’t trouble yourself over me, I—”
“Oh, it’s no trouble. I haven’t had any company in ages; I would be honored to do it. Besides, when was the last time you ate?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip and looking towards him. “Well… I had some rations I brought with me; bread and the like. But I ran out yesterday…” his voice trailing as she set a small kettle underneath of a hand pump. She pumped the kettle halfway full and set it upon a nearby table.
Reinhardt watched on as she began slicing various vegetables; potatoes, carrots, tomatoes and the like; adding them all to the mix while she softly hummed. “I take it that you’re no ordinary traveler; I haven’t seen someone so well armed around these parts for many months…” she noted.
“Well… if you must know; I work for the church. I’m what you’d call a Vampire Hunter; the church sent me here to investigate the going ons in the countryside. They believe it has something to do with Dracula…” he replied, watching as she dilligintly worked.
Rosa smirked slightly, “Vampire Hunter you say? I remember my grandfather telling me stories of the old Belmont clan when I was a young girl. He remembers the young man…. Richter… I believe; battling Dracula some time ago. Of course… I suppose all the Belmonts are destined to fight Dracula when he returns… or so it’s been said.”
Reinhardt said nothing as he stared into the fire. Rosa continued, “But then my father told me the story of Nathaniel Graves; apparently he was able to subdue Dracula when Carmilla attempted to ressurect him 20 years ago… I don’t believe he was of Belmont lineage, but somehow he emerged victorious in his struggle.”
“Nathaniel Graves..” Reinhardt thought. “Not much different than I… He was able to stop Dracula’s plans; and he wasn’t even a Belmont.” Reinhardt looked down at the whip, as Rosa continued to hum away. “Am I here because it’s it’s the right thing; or because I’m obligated to? This whip… the bane of Dracula’s existence… Am I really ready to take on such a foe?”
Rosa pulled out a few containers of spices, seasoning the water as well; bringing the kettle over to sit atop the fire.
While the stew was simmering, she took out a covered plate and two bowls; setting them onto the table. Reinhardt stood up, moving to the kettle and stirring the contents. The aroma of the various spices filled the small shack as Rosa watched him.
“My my… I didn’t think you knew how to cook..” she quipped, watching as he added a dash of salt to the mix. “I’ve spent a time or two in a monastary before; when I was younger… You learn a few things helping out around in the kitchen.” he replied, looking towards her. Rosa moved towards her bed and sat down; beginning to brush her hair.
The rain continued to patter against the roof of the shack as he watched Rosa. Her flowing blonde hair gently swayed back and forth as she brushed. She was such a beautiful girl.. And though the lightning and thunder continued outside, it seemed that nothing bothered her. She seemed very much so at peace, despite living in a place such as this…
“Reinhardt, are you ok?” her voice bringing him back out of his daydreaming. She looked at him with her hazel eyes and a worried expression. “I… Uh… Yeah… I-I’m fine…” he stuttered, looking back towards the kettle and stirring once more. Even though his face was turned away, Rosa knew he was blushing. “I… I think it’s done.” he quipped, picking up one of the bowls. He poured the steaming contents into the first, then the second, as she joined him at the table.
He looked at the covered dish; it had a shining silver lid; she picked it up revealing a small loaf of bread. “Please, dig in; I wouldn’t want this bread to go to waste.” He nodded and began eating; surprising himself at how quickly the soup seemed to disappear from his bowl.
She got up and poured them both a glass of water, sitting back down. “So… you were looking for a friend of yours, is that correct?” she asked, slowly blowing on her soup before drinking the broth. He nodded, taking a gulp of water before continuing to eat some bread.
“Yes… I don’t know what got into him; he ran off chasing after some strange character. All I know is that he was headed in this general direction…” he continued, taking another bite of bread.
“Strange character? What do you mean?” she asked, eating a small piece of bread.
“I didn’t get a very good look at him, but he seemed to be covered in some sort of markings…. He had spikey blonde hair as well; and seemed pretty muscular.” Rosa’s hand froze, as her eyes widened.
“No… Ortega…But he… Lanette wouldn’t.”
“I… A-Are you sure you weren’t mistaken?” she uttered, looking at him.
“….Yes… There’s no doubting it. What’s wrong?”
“It’s…. That man… he…”
“No! You mustn’t tell him!!”
Rosa shook her head slowly; “That man, Ortega. He… left from this manor not too long ago, at the behest of the Mistress of this manor, Lanette Bernhard…” her voice trailing off as she stood, holding her hand to her heart. “She sent him off to look for a lost relic of hers; an ancient stone. I don’t know what she’s up to, but if it involves Ortega, it can’t be good. He… He’s…”
Reinhardt stood, putting his hands on her shoulders. “It’s ok Rosa. Please, don’t work yourself up.”
“But Reinhardt, your friend could be in grave danger!” she replied, her voice slightly quavering. He sat her down and took her hands into his own. “My companion that was chasing him is no ordinary being Rosa. He’s more than capable of handling himself in a dangerous situation.”
He put his hand on the whip at his side, feeling the familiar grip of the leather. “But I think I need to speak to the lady of the manor…” he continued, standing and walking to retrieve his shirt and jacket.
“Reinhardt, you mustn’t go into that manor.” Rosa spoke, watching him stop in his tracks. “What do you mean? I have to.” he muttered; pulling the shirt over his head. He put the jacket back on as he adjusted the collar; turning to face her once more.
She could see the look in his young eyes. His youthful features were determined… yet….
“Something’s wrong… I can feel it.”
“Reinhardt… what’s the real reason you’re here?” Rosa asked; the sudden question throwing him off guard.
He sighed, closing his eyes. “…. Richter…. Richter Belmont… He was…” Reinhardt hesitated.
“He was my Uncle.” he continued, brandishing the holy whip. “This is the legacy I carry with me. Like Belmonts before me; it now falls to me to destroy the evil that threatens the world once more.”
She looked at the whip he held aloft. She could feel it’s holy aura eminating through the air; it made her skin tingle.
“That…. that’s the Vampire Killer; isn’t it?” she spoke, taking a step back. “My grandfather told me about it, many years ago…”
“Yes…” he nodded. “It is indeed the Vampire Killer. With this weapon, I can combat the evil that threatens the land and it’s people. This is why I must go.”
Rosa closed her eyes and began eliciting a prayer for him.“Oh blessed father… watch over this man; may no harm come to him during his quest. He longs for a peace that few know of, but one that many long for. May his desires stay true and just…. Amen”
As she uttered her prayer, Reinhardt noticed the moonlight shining onto the dish cover. He could see his reflection on it’s polished surface… but something was wrong.
“Where is Rosa’s? She’s sitting right there with her red gown on…
Unless…”
Rosa opened her eyes once more and smiled at him, noticing his grim expression. “Rosa… you..” he uttered; and she turned to see what he was looking at.
“Oh no.”
The cover on the table told it all. Her reflection was missing from it’s display; only Reinhardt’s showed. She stood and walked away towards her bed; “So… you saw…I cannot hide it from you any longer. I… I am… a creature of darkness Reinhardt. I—”
“Impossible.” he began, cutting her off. “Never would a creature of darkness have such a kindhearted soul. If you’re a Vampire, you would have tried to attack me by now.”
Rosa turned to face him, and he saw tears streaming down the young woman’s cheeks.
With a wave of her arm, she became enshouded in mist; sparks crackled all around the cloud as she vanished. Reinhardt quinted and watched as she emerged from within.
The girl’s words were true.
Her skin became pale, and he could see her fangs as she opened her mouth to speak. “ Now you see me as I really am..” she began, as the tears began falling faster. “I’ve been one for some time now, but I’ve managed to keep most of my humanity intact…. There’s time…. times when I just want to let the darkness consume me… but I-I…” She sat down onto her bed and cupped her head into her hands, as Reinhardt walked over and knelt in front of her. He gently pulled her hands from her face and clasped them within his own, looking into her saddened eyes.
“Rosa… you may be look like a Vampire… but I know you’re too good of a person to let the evil within you overpower your soul. In this last hour I’ve spent with you, you’ve shown me more kindness than any person has ever given me before.”
As she wept; she smiled and laughed a little. “Reinhardt… you’re words are too kind for a being like me; you are a good man..” as she spoke, she gazed upon his youthful face; there wasn’t a trace of fear against her.
“Please… you must leave..” she thought; she couldn’t bare to see anything lurking within the manor harm this man. “I have to warn him…”
“No! Do you know what Lanette will do to you if she finds out!?”
“Reinhardt… the… the manor you see outside is a ruse… It’s true form is veled by the fragment of Ebony Stone that Lanette possesses… The people inside, her servants, they are all creatures of chaos.”
“Why am I telling him this?”
She slowly turned away as he nodded.
“I heard from one of the young maids that Lanette was meeting with some other travelers like yourself. It’s possible that they’re Hunters as well…” her voice trailing as he helped her to her feet.
As Reinhardt helped her up, he couldn’t help but gaze at her beauty. “Even as a vampire… she’s still beautiful…”
“Rosa… thank you.” he muttered, embracing the girl in his arms. She was shocked, but she returned the action. The moonlight came into the small shack and bathed the insides in it’s soft glow.
“…. I promise you, I’ll find a way to cure your affliction; I swear it!” he spoke, breaking the silence. His words surprised her. “This man… He would do…” she thought, stunned.
“You… you would do that for me?” she uttered; her voice barely a whisper.
Reinhardt pulled away and raised a finger to wipe her tears that were falling.
“Of course… I made a vow to help the innocent that evil threatens; no matter what they are… You have my word as a hunter; and the honor of the Schnieder name.” he replied, clenching his fist. He turned and started for the door as he half-stepped outside.
“Don’t cry Rosa… I’ll be back.” he spoke, giving her a smile before shutting the door. She couldn’t help but smile too, as she walked to the window; watching him continue towards the manor. The candlelight cascaded through her small home as she leaned against the windowsill.
“Hmph… empty promises.” came a voice from behind her.
Gilles!
She sighed and closed her eyes. “… How long have you been here, Gilles?” she asked, her tone tinged with indifference.
The older man ran his fingers through his moustache and chuckled. “Not that long; but I heard enough. Do you honestly believe that boy will really save you?” he asked, his voice cold and condescending.
She tore her vision from the window as she looked up to him. “I…I do not know..” she whispered, remembering Reinhardt’s words.
The vampire laughed and began to pace around in front of her. “Ha! Accept your fate Rosa!” You have been forever condemned to being a wicked child of the night!” he yelled, reaching out towards her. Rosa slapped his hand away and walked past him.
Gilles turned and grabbed her by the arm, pulling the woman towards him. He glowered at her, and she could feel his evil aura pulsating through the air. “Do not tempt me to end your pathetic life where you stand, girl.” he uttered, baring his teeth at her as his eyes glowed a bright red. He spoke again, this time into her mind, as their gazes deadlocked.
“Forget what he’s promised you. He is a Vampire Hunter. Once he fights Lanette, what’s to stop him from coming back here after you? You’ve lost your humanity; you know it, and I know it. Say he saves you, and you both leave this place. You will succumb to your dark urges eventually and try to turn that boy; and when you do, he will strike… you… down. Mark my words.”
Rosa could feel her mind slipping as she began feeling weak. “He… he won’t….. Would he…?”
Gilles smirked, releasing her. “Think on it, Rosa. You already know the true answer.” and with these last words, the older man disappeared in a flash of mist.
Rosa steadied herself against the table, thinking about what he said. Her gaze fell onto the silver cover, and she flung it across the room in a fit of rage.
“….God… why have you forsaken me so..? Do I truly deserve this fate?” she asked, looking out towards the night sky…
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For the second time now, Carrie awoke to find herself shrouded in dar— candlelight?
“W..What the? Where… Where am I now?” she thought; her mind a jumbled mess. The last thing she remembered was fighting Lanette…. then… she was being held up…. she must have passed out shortly afterwards.
She tried to sit up; again, like the last time she awoke like this, she found that she was bound to some sort of table. The rattling of the chains around her wrists clattered in the expansive room. She looked at whatever it was she was laying on and noticed it to be a large stone table with a blanket across it. Her wrists her chained above her arms to some sort of central pillar behind her; and her ankles were placed in some type of… stockade? Each ankle was in it’s own “stockade”, and securely in place at that. It too seemed made of stone. However, there was thickpadding around her ankles; probably to prevent the stone from cutting them. There seemed to be a seperation in the table, provocatively between her legs, no less.
Whoever had tied her up had made sure she was locked down; and even took the liberty of taking her clothes…. again; except for her hands. She seemed to be wearing some sort of gloves; they didn’t feel like hers though. As she looked up, she noticed they were black with encrusted jewels; and surprisingly soft. “Ok… now why are these here?”
She didn’t want to think about why she was here, or what was going to happen to her… but she probably already knew the answer.
“Oh God… not this again… Why can’t I ever wake up to something pleasant for once?” she thought, looking around.
She could see stairs in the corner off to her left; along with a bunch of support pillars extending to the ceiling. She could only surmise that she was in the basement of the manor. Carrie saw there were a few barrels and shelves containing various bottles; probably wine. “Must be the food storage…” she thought, hearing her stomach growl. With a sigh, she looked to her left and right, noticing there were two chairs sitting next to the slab.
She wasn’t particularly sure she wanted to wait for her “audience” to arrive. Carrie began to charge her powers for an energy orb….
Nothing.
“…What?” she muttered aloud, looking to her hands. She tried again, and could feel the energy gathering in her hands, but there wasn’t any sort of orb taking form.
The gloves.
“Wait…. this must be one of those artifacts Camilla told me about before…”
Her thoughts took her back to a conversation she had with her cousin some time ago; after Camilla had come clean about her real parents, about everything. Camilla was telling her of several scrolls she had “borrowed” from the church during her training with the monks. Carrie distinctively remembered her talking about an old pair of gloves…. much like the ones she had on her hands now; they were made by one of Dracula’s ally’s; referred to in the text as a “Devil Forgemaster”. Camilla told her that the gloves were infused with evil powers. If someone tried to use pure magic with the gloves on; they wouldn’t be able to properly cast spells, due to the chaotic energy disrupting their aura..
Carrie turned her wrists from side to side, examining the gloves; there was no doubt about it. They didn’t particularly look all that “Evil”, but she knew their power to be true. She tried to remove them, but she couldn’t get the leverage she needed; besides, the gloves were pretty snug on her hands. She’d need to find a way out of these restraints first….
“Don’t like my gift? Oh…. what a shame…” a voice teased from the corner of the room.
Lanette…
Carrie struggled once more, this time with more gusto as she heard the heels click on the stone floor. Lanette watched as the girl pitifully attempted to remove her “presents”; but to no avail.
“My…my…my….” Lanette cooed, her hips moving back and forth as she neared the girl. She stopped at the foot of the table and ran a finger along Carrie’s leg, trailing it across her thigh.
“Seems you’re in quite the predicament; wouldn’t you say?” she spoke, chuckling as she felt the girl’s leg retract slightly. Carrie glared at the woman, but remained silent. “Why so glum, Carrie? I thought you might have some more questions for me.” she smiled, looking down at the girl.
“Lanette… What are you going to gain by doing this?” Carrie asked, her voice teeming with anger.. Lanette giggled, and began slowly trailing her finger up the girl’s taut stomach. Carrie could feel the laughter bubbling up from within her, but she fought it; remaining composed.
“What am I going to get out of this…? Well…. things were starting to get a little… mundane around here….” her voice trailing as she slowly made her way down the girl’s sides, lazily dragging her finger underneath her breasts. “… I think you can help remedy some of the boredom I’ve been feeling as of late. I was thinking it was about time for a new addition to the girls anyway.” she continued, waiting for Carrie to crack. Carrie shut her eyes, and began to think; thinking of anything but the sensations occuring on her sides as the fingers dragged along.
“Those ticklish… maddening sensations…”
God, why did she have to be ticklish!?
Finally, her fingers stopped trailing as she heard Lanette take a seat next to her. She crossed her leg and settled back in the chair. “Oh.. don’t think you’re going to get off so easy. If memory serves… you were in a similar position not too long ago, right?”
“…. How does she know about that?”
Carrie remained silent, her eyes were still closed as Lanette picked up a large feather from a small tray underneath the chair. She gently brought it to rest against her own face. “Yes… if I’m getting my story straight… It seems that your friend Reon gave you a gift of sorts before he… well… let’s say before he changed.. do you remember what I’m talking about, Carrie?” she quipped, tapping the stalk of the feather against her cheek.
Her eyes slowly opened as she looked ahead, avoiding Lanette’s piercing gaze.
"The Pendant. But why does Lanette care about it?"
“…. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” she muttered, hearing the woman sigh.
“Tsk…tsk… You shouldn’t lie Carrie. That’s going to get you nowhere with me.” she started, bringing the feather dangerously close to her exposed arm.
“I’ll give you one more chance to tell me where the pendant is; If I were you, I’d start talking.” her voice firm; Carrie could tell she was serious. She began thinking about the pendant; she had given it to Henry to hold back when they were in the castle gate….
“That’s right… Henry put it in one of the pockets on his gun belt… I almost forgot!”
“Forget it Lanette; I’m not going to tell you where it is. Why do you eveheheheen wahahaaant iiittt!!?” Carrie only made it through her second sentence before Lanette began to swish the plume of the feather across her exposed arm, causing her to start laughing. “….Why? Do you even know what that pendant is?” she asked, watching the girl clench her teeth as she began running the feather on the side of her breasts.
Carrie looked towards her, teeth still clenched as her mouth curled into a large grin. “Dahahamn heeheerr!!” she thought, as snickers trickled out from her mouth.
Lanette simply watched on as Carrie continued to squirm beneath the feather’s flowing touch. She continued teasing her; never going fast enough to get her really laughing; but never slow enough as to offer reprieve. She slowly made her way down to the girl’s stomach as she flicked the tip of the feather across her belly button. As Lanette watched on, Carrie shot up like a rocket on the table, arching her back and finally succumbing to the laughter. “STAHAAHAAPP!! AAAAHHAAAHA!” she cried, as the feather continued to trail along her belly button.
Lanette merely grinned, ingoring the girl’s plea as she continued dragging the feather up… and down her stomach.
“How interesting… seems Alexandria was telling the truth after all… I can only imagine how ticklish her feet are if the rest of her is this sensitve…” she thought, listening to the echoes of Carrie’s high pitched laughter.
Lanette stopped her assault on Carrie’s stomach as she leaned back once again in her chair. The girl settled back down to the table as she struggled to catch her breath; still gently snickering at the lingering feelings. “Y…You… hehe…” she muttered; looking towards Lanette with animosity. “Oh, please. Save your breath; you’re going to need it. Ha… Haha!” she laughed, standing up. She gingerly walked behind Carrie and knelt down, her mouth just inches from her ear.
“…. Nervous?” she whispered, dragging her tongue across her lips as she eyed the girl’s chest. Carrie sighed, exhaling her breath.
“Right… at tickling? Please. What’s there to be scared of?” Lanette brushed the bangs from her eyes; “From a human…. nothing; save maybe the temptation of it leading to something… pleasurable.” she spoke, watching Carrie shudder. “From a vampire though…. well… let’s just say that some of us don’t get our power from only drinking blood…”
“…What do you mean?” she asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.
She sighed, shaking her head. “Well… since you’re a witch, I don’t have to explain to you about what aura is. You see, our vampiric powers also rely on aura. Without it, we would be unable to dissipate, or do any other of our useful tricks. The main way we become powerful, is by draining the aura through drinking blood. Without blood, you cannot live, and without aura, you also cannot live. It is the other important life source for all beings. You see, everyone has aura, but it’s power differs from person to person. Not only that, but only a select few can learn to harness it, and use it; beings such as yourself, or me… ” she paused. “Witches, Warlocks, and Vampires have the most aura; so naturally, vampires like to prey on them… and even their own kin.” Lanette continued, chuckling at the last part.
Carrie couldn’t believe what she was hearing; she knew what “aura” was, but she didn’t think these creatures could learn to harness it from a person. But…
“But how does a vampire drain aura through tickling?” she asked, watching as Lanette moved to her side, removing her high heels.
“Think about it, Carrie.” she replied, setting them underneath the chair as she leaned onto the table next to her exposed breasts. “You cast your spells through your hands; you can feel the energy welling up, and being released from your fingertips, can you not?” Slowly, Carrie nodded. “Vampires do the same thing. Our energy is released through our hands…. But! Over centuries, our kind has learned to be able to drain the energy from other creatures to replenish our own; when there wasn’t blood to be had. This art uses the same principles of magic consumption, albeit at a slower pace. The energy we take in through our fingertips is greater than the magic being spent to obtain it.” she finished, watching the girl’s puzzled expression.
“Why don’t I demonstrate…. pay attention now…” she smirked, bringing her fingers to the girls taut underarms. Carrie bit her lip, waiting for the inevitable; as Lanette spoke once more. “How aura is released depends on how active your body is… To put it simply, if I do this…” she began slowly scratching at the center’s of her underarms; feeling Carrie begin to squirm at her touch. “….You begin laughing, and your sensitivity is heightened. Now, at this stage, the amount of aura being released isn’t much.. but if I started to do this…” she began dancing her fingers across her underarms, watching as Carrie began to writhe around, laughing once more. “… Your sensitivity has greatly increased, and so is the aura you’re exerting. Look at my hands; I know you can see it.”
She could barely open her eyes through her laughter and squirming, but she did as Lanette told her; she could see the woman’s hands being surrounded by a red glow. “That red glow you’re looking at is… the “Draining Touch”.” she muttered, trying to keep her concentration. She stopped for a moment and retracted her hands. “Mmmm….” she moaned, licking her lips.
“… Do you understand now? I could keep you here for the rest of your days and torment you. Letting you recover for a few hours before I do it again. It’s as fun as drinking your blood; but there’s no risk of you dying from it!” Lanette laughed, looking down at the girl’s pale expression.
“My god… She can’t be serious…. I’m…. I’m trapped.”
“So… are you going to tell me where the pendant is? Or do you want another demonstration?” she asked, bringing a finger to her mouth as she looked Carrie over.
Though she was trapped, she couldn’t let herself give into Lanette’s desires.
“….No..” she whispered. “You may be able to keep me here, but I won’t cooperate with you. I’d rather die than let you get my pendant!” she barked.
The woman shook her head and wagged her finger at Carrie. “And that would be strike one. Why must you humans make things so difficult on yourselves….?” she muttered; snapping her fingers.
Footsteps could be heard across the room, as Carrie looked up; her mouth opening in schock.
“A… Allie? What are you…?” she breathed.
Alexandria stopped at the foot of the table, looking towards Lanette. “Yes Mistress…. you called?”
“…What have you done to her?” Carrie uttered, as the woman began laughing.
“Ha ha ahah! What ever do you mean child? This is your friend, Alexandria Duraie, isn’t it?” she replied, walking behind the girl and placing her hands on her shoulders. She pulled Alexandria closer, exposing her neck as she continued. “….And Alexandria… is this not your friend, Carrie Fernandez?” she asked, as she began to gently run her pointed teeth along the girl’s neck. “Hehee… Yes, she is, Mistress.” the girl cooed as Lanette’s teeth tickled her neck.
“Get away from her!!” she screamed, thrashing in her bondage. “Allie, you’ve got to get out of here!!” she added, tugging on her ankles. The hypnotized girl turned to Lanette, the latter giving her a nod, pointing down to her trapped feet. “…You know what to do.” she whispered into the girl’s ear.
Without delay, Allie sat down onto her knees in front of Carrie; beginning to teasingly run her nails down Carrie’s arches. The trapped girl’s thrashing suddenly stopped; as she lay there and began giggling. “Hehee… cuhuutt iihiihit out!!” she laughed; helpless as the nails continued their assault.
Lanette walked over and picked up a ball gag from underneath the first chair.
“Here’s your second chance… Are you going to talk, or are we going to have to have a little more fun with you?” she spoke, dangling it in front of her face. The torture on her feet continued as Alexandria switched tactics; going up the arch and to the ball of one foot, while her other hand went down the arch and circled around her heel. Carrie shook her head and started laughing even more; “AaaHAAHH!! NAHAHAAOOO!!” she screamed, trying to pull her feet away from her friend’s tickling fingers. As she opened her eyes, she saw Lanette pushing the ball of the gag into her mouth, wrapping it around her head and snicking it shut.
“MmhhmmHMMPH!?!” the gag doing it’s job well as Carrie’s muffled cries were nearly all but quieted.
“Much better, don’t you think, Alexandria?” Lanette cooed, taking a seat on the edge of the table. In her hands, were two feathers. “Yes, Mistress, I think so.” came the reply, as Alexandria watched her friend’s toes curl and flex as she tickled the balls of her feet. Carrie’s muffled cries grew, as her back arched off the table once more.
Tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes as she watched the two feathers descend upon her breasts. The feathers slowly licked a path across the girl’s chest, stopping to tease her perking nipples. It started causing her to shake her head maddeningly; her eyes opening wide as she moaned from behind the gag.
“MHMAH..mmmm…PHFH!! MmMMPHAAMPH!”
“You poor thing…” Lanette continued; “If only you had just told me where the pendant was, you could have avoided this whole ordeal…. Well… That’s not entirely true, I suppose…” she smiled, blowing her a kiss as the girl squirmed around from the sensations.
As Carrie moaned and laughed into her gag, she could hear something through the floor above her…. almost like a loud crack.
Was she imagining it?
It was hard to tell, in her current state. She must have, because neither Lanette, nor Alexandria made any motion to listen for it.
“THIHIHISSS GAHAHADDAMNED VAHAHAMPIRE!! AAHAAAHAAHAHA!!!” she thought; all this tickling on her feet and breasts were starting to have an effect on Carrie. She could feel her sex beginning to throb slightly; and she knew that it would only get worse as the torment went on.
From somewhere within Alexandria, she could hear a faroff voice. “Stop……tickling…. mustn’t…….” the voice…. where had she heard that voice before? She ignored it, watching her friend suffer. Carrie’s feet were incredibly soft to the touch… her blue toes flexed and wiggled cutely as she writhed. Unintentionally, the girl’s actions made Alexandria want to tickle her even moreso; as she stopped for a minute to retrieve something…
“Uhn… heehee… thank G-God… f..for…”
“!?!”
Carrie’s muffled screams began anew, “Mmmmph..MMHAAAHAHMPH!!”. Lanette turned around, curious as to what was going on as she watched Alexandria beginning to lick Carrie’s toes. Her toungue flicked across the their undersides as she pulled them into her mouth. While this was going on, she had also picked up an artists brush and began slowly dragging it across her sole, causing the girl to wiggle her toes madly within Alexandria’s mouth. This only fueled Alexandria on, as she wrapped her tongue around the digits; even going so far as to gently nibble on them.
…Why?
…Did fate really conspire for her to be here on this night?
…She must have been spurned by God, destined to die here this night.
That was the only thing she was thinking as tears rolled down her cheeks, and her sex pulsated at the sensations. Either willingly or unwillingly, her hips began thrusting from the stone table; ever so slightly. Lanette watched as the two continued their dance; Alexandria sucking on Carrie’s toes, and Carrie squirming in both agony and lust.
She stood up and moved behind the girl; leaning into her ear as her wicked nails teasingly scratched along in her underarms.
“… Is that pendant really worth all this suffering… this torment…?” cooed her voice. It was strangely enticing… almost… melodic…
“Hhahahaaahahaa!! Mmmmmhmhmhhmm… I… I haahahave to ignore it!!” she thought, clenching her eyes shut.
Lanette’s hands glowed intensely; the aura Carrie was exerting was…. was… extraordinary! She could feel the girl’s powers seeping into her own body, as her hands began tingling slightly. “Carrie… I know what you need… Just tell me what I want to know… and it’s yours…” she spoke, looking down at her thrusting hips.
“Beheheeetrayed by my… mihiiyyy own body!” she thought. Yet… she knew Lanette was right… She did need release; but how could she live with herself if she put Henry’s life in danger? Or… or Reon for that matter? He died to give her this pendant. She couldn’t!
Carrie’s moans began to increase as Alexandria followed Lanette’s actions, ceasing her attack with the paintbrush as she too flicked her nails up and down the girl’s creamy arches. Not only that, but she had begun to take long… slow licks from her heel… up her instep and sole…. all the way up to a toe; then repeating the process once more.
Carrie was in a personal heaven; the feeling of being helpless at the mercy of these two was such a turn on that she was dripping with pleasure.
At the same time though; she was in her own little absolute hell; this tickling was liberally messing with her mind; not to mention Lanette’s teasing was starting to chip away at her defenses. Lanette was smart; she knew what buttons to push when it came to Carrie, and Carrie could only hope that her will would hold out until someone arrived.
“If anyone arrives.” she thought, moaning behind the gag as her eyes shot open.
She looked to Lanette and surprisingly, managed to glower at her, “Mhmhmhhmhmph! Nmhmph, Fmmk ymph!! Hmhhhmaahmph!!”
Even with the gag on, Lanette knew what the girl wanted to say. Her patience was starting to wear thin with this girl; still, she had to admire her resistance. Lanette didn’t think Carrie had such a strong will. “But… she’s merely human… and a woman at that, after all. I know that she needs release…”
“Tsk…tsk… That’s strike two, Carrie.” she spoke again, “…. Alexandria, if you please?” she muttered, passing her a long plumey feather.
Alexandria nodded, lost in her own extacy as she began brushing the plumes of the feath along Carrie’s sex. The young witch’s eyes almost rolled to the back of her head at the feeling of these new sensations. She could feel the throbbing instensify, as the feather tickled her lips.
Lanette watched the feather swish up and down the girl’s dripping sex; she felt Carrie twitching beneath her fingers as she was being tickled and teased across her body.
She leaned in and gently tugged on Carrie’s lobe with her teeth, licking it slightly as she continued to speak. “You have a strong will… Just like your cousin before you…” she paused, listening to the girl whimper as she moaned for release.
Unfortunately, the two knew better and kept her on the edge; continuing their systematic disection of Carrie’s will. “She too… eventually succumbed to the darkness. Will you as well? I’m through playing games Carrie; you want release? Then you can have it, when you tell me where the other half of the Ebony Stone is. That’s why I want that pendant! Your cousin managed to take it from Orion’s vault; and she and that accursed Reon hid it away, where I haven’t been able to locate it!” she hissed, beginning to tickle her more.
Carrie couldn’t even answer Lanette now; as the torment resumed and her writhing continued.
Tears began flowing down her face; as she struggled to not give into her urges. Slowly but surely, her will to resist was nearing it’s end. Could she really betray those who trusted her so….?
As the teasing continued, she looked up to the ceiling and prayed to God above; one of the only times in her life; to help her now.
“Please God… lend me your strength to overcome this! I can’t do this alone!!” she thought, as her eyes clenched shut and she began writhing once more…
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