Cindy meets the Count

"Well, they definitely had camp right on the description", thought Cindy. The East wing had actually been a little fun, but often cheesy. The Campy Scares had been tributes to old B-movie type horror and horror comedy flicks. The Urban Legends had been pretty decent. The Bloody Mary exhibition had a good jump scare, when the actress playing Mary lunges out of the mirror, making the guests jump back.

" Plus, the Hook Man Legend was pretty well done, too", she thought. The scene had been a car at a lover's lane with the young couple butchered in the car and the hook hanging from the driver's side, representing both the fate of couple if they hadn't fled and the usual ending to the story. So far, Cindy wasn't too unhappy with the night and now it was her turn to choose the section.

"So, Cindy what section do you want to go into?", asked Yolanda. The Latina girl wasn't a close friend, still holding on to some residual reservations about Cindy due to her villainous past. Cindy really couldn't blame her; she had been pretty unrepentantly nasty and kind of a real bitch on wheels to boot.

" I think I want to check out the Darkness and Desire exhibits in the basement", Cindy said, " Sounds like something that's supposed to be scary and sexy." Cindy was more than a little horny and thought the basement exhibits might help, either so she could get herself off or seduce someone. Maybe a hunky stud or hot girl from among the other guests, maybe a sexy actor or actress that she could get a little private time with.

"Or maybe I help Courtney take a walk on the wild side and tarnish that goody-two shoes image of hers a little!", CIndy thought privately. She'd had a pretty strong desire for Courtney for a while. Cindy was unashamedly bisexual and still more than a little wild at heart. She had in fact danced at a strip club back in Blue Valley a couple of times. Not just for the money, but because she liked the eyes on her, wanting her, desiring her. She's actually danced in the nude for the Midnight Show at the club, showing off her pierced nipples and clit.

"Having Courtney there would have been icing on the cake, so to speak.", Cindy mused. The blonde girl had a great body, but she was too conservative in Cindy's opinion, dressing well but not as sexy as she could. Her favorite fantasy was them dancing together at the club's Midnight show, both as naked as the day they were born and putting on a little lesbian love show of their own at the end, going as far as to 69 on stage. Cindy could imagine Courtney on stage with her, her face flushed with both desire and lingering embarrassment as they kissing in front of the audience, her eyes showing that she was enjoying it in spite of her reservations and was game to continue.

Cindy was getting herself all hot and bothered now, so she definitely needed to find a release soon. Luckily, neither of her friends had any objections to her request. Yolanda was a little intrigued herself and Courtney was being a good friend, as well as not being a complete prude.

"Who knows, it could be fun", thought Courtney as they headed to the basement. None of the girls had even a hint of the dark sensual fate that awaited them below.

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The basement was divided into several rooms with a shared hallway. The signage indicated that the exhibits were The Count's Crypt, the Tomb of the Brides, the Salon of the Succubi, and the Marquis's Dungeon of Depravity.

"Well, which should we go to first, or do you want to split up?", Courtney asked. She was curious about the Tomb while Yolanda wanted to see the Salon, simply to see if they pulled of the subject well. Cindy was originally leaning towards the Dungeon, but as that was probably an S&M type deal, she decided The Count's Crypt was going to be her first choice.

"I say we split up and then meet back here to share what we saw", Cindy said, " That way we don't waste time on any subpar exhibits or performances."

"Alright, Cindy, that seems fair", said Courtney, " How about we agree to meet back here and share our impressions of our exhibits with each other?" Yolanda nodded and Cindy could find no fault in that, so the trio split up. Yolanda headed down the hallway to the left and walked through the gaudily decorated doors of the Salon. Cindy and Courtney both walked to the right, Courtney aiming for the second door down, while Cindy headed for the first one.

" Careful, Courtney. The brides might catch you and make you one of them", Cindy said teasingly. Courtney gave a small quick laugh and replied.

"More like you'll be the one in trouble, since the Count's evidently a horndog and he'd probably add all three of us to his stable of brides." Courtney quipped back. Cindy gave a slightly surprised chuckle at that. Courtney could be a surprise at times, with a healthy dose humor and daring under her otherwise white-bread exterior. Cindy found herself wondering what else Courtney might have hidden away.

Cindy entered the Crypt and was surprisingly impressed by it. It was dark, gothic and had an underlying current of sexuality running through it. From a decadent four poster bed on the one end., to the tapestries which had hidden details on immediately apparent at first. Looking closer, Cindy saw that along with battle scenes and hunts, there was sexual imagery, swooning maidens being ravished by darkly handsome men and even other women as well. There was even a harem scene, with numerous scantily clad beauties surrounding a strong well-built man with a sharp goatee.

"Definitely leaning towards the 'adult' in adult entertainment", she thought with a smirk as she continued her exploration. There didn't send to be any actors here, just an exhibit. She found herself drawn to the bed, running her hand along the sheets and realizing the bed was quite real and felt like it had a feather down mattress as well.

"Wonder what it would feel like?", she thought. Glancing around, she gave a cheeky little smirk and laid down on it. It was excellent, soft and yet firm as well. She ran her hand against the sheets and realized they were high-quality silk. She let her mind wander and a thought came unbidden into her mind.

"I wonder want these sheets would feel like against my bare skin?", she thought, the sensual thought seemingly emerging from nowhere. She lay their a few moments, and they she got up and headed to the door. Finding it had a functional lock; she locked the door and then returned to the bed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this!", she thought as she stripped down. When she was down to her bra and panties, she slipped under the covers and removed them as well. Now naked, she dropped her underwear next to the bed and luxuriated in the soft silky feel of the covers against her naked body. She began writhing against the sheets as she wanted more of the feeling. She sighed in pleasure as the caress of the silk sheets began to excite her. She could feel a heat start between her thighs, and she gave a shocked giggle at the sensation.

"Damn, I'm such a slut right now!", she whispered to herself. She didn't know where these impulses were coming from, but she was enjoying them, nonetheless. She began to feel herself up, playing with her breasts and running her hands against her tight stomach. Then, she threw all restraint to the wind and slipped a couple fingers into her wet pussy. Moaning in pleasure, she dived deeper and began to masturbate in earnest. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the lustful feeling coursing through her body. She was unaware she had an audience that was enjoying the show immensely and that when she opened her eyes, things would change forever.

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Vlad had been enjoying the show and was ready to claim his first new bride. When the haunted house had opened its doors, Vlad had first amused himself by playing to the expectations of the crowd. He'd given the first few guests the experience they were expecting, and no one left the Crypt dissatisfied with his performance.

Then, he sensed the presence of Cindy and her friends arriving in the basement. Quickly disposing of the fat would-be heckler that he had been feeding on after the rest of his party had left in disgust at the loudmouth's antics, he hid the still-living victim in a secret door to a forgotten storage room attached to the Crypt. Apparently, during Prohibition one the previous inhabitants of mansion had hidden their illicit liquor and wine supply in there. Now, a fat pimply half-exsanguinated jackass was in it, only semi-conscious from blood loss.

Vlad transformed into mist and watched as Cindy entered the room. He became intrigued with not only her beauty, but with the secrets and emotions he gleaned from a quick telepathic probe. He was intrigued by the Eurasian girls past as a villain and her yearning for her friend Courtney. He would have smiled at that if he'd had a mouth in this form; she and her friends would be perfect as brides.

"Nothing better than a corrupted hero", he thought, " Except maybe a would-be redeemed villain led back into corruption!" He began sending out mental impulses to Cindy, enflaming her libido and darkest urges, while implanting a few subtle commands. He gleefully watched as she caressed the silk bedspread, rose from them to go lock the doors, and then stripped naked before getting into it.

"She's ready", he mused as she masturbated in what would be their marriage bed, as her mind was now almost completely under his influence. Re-materializing in the nude, he made a faint but unmistakable sound. Cindy's eyes snapped open and she sat up in bed, her left arm keeping the sheet above her waist. She made eye contact with the Count, and his mesmerism did the rest. Her eyes glazed for a moment, then sharpened again. But instead of shock, embarrassment, and even a little fear at discovery, desire and a wanton need were reflected in her eyes. She looked the Count's naked body up and down, lingering on his large erect member. Her arm dropped down to the bed, the sheet going with it to reveal her bare breasts with perky hard nipples. She began to breathe harder, due to both her growing arousal at the sight of the Count as well as the fact she had stared masturbating again.

The Count advanced on Cindy, no words necessary between them now. Cindy smiled and threw the sheet to one side, baring her body with her right-hand fingers still probing her shaven pussy. The Count crawled into the bed and moving her fingers aside, going down on Cindy. She arched her back and moaned as Dracula began to lick her sopping twat with skill and enthusiasm.

"Oh Master! YES! Eat me out!", she begged in a strained voice. Vlad responded by slipping his tongue into her cunt, causing her the thrash and moan. Dracula was enjoying himself and soon enough Cindy rewarded his cunnilingus. With an orgasmic scream, she came. Hot pussy juice squirted onto his face and into his mouth. After taking a moment to enjoy the taste, he moved fully onto the bed, pulling the sheet over their bodies. Kissing Cindy with lustful intent, he placed his cock at her entrance. Cindy moaned and tried to force him into her, but the Count remained unmoved.

"Please, Master. I need you inside me! I want your cock to fill me! Fuck me FUCK ME NOW!", she both begged and demanded. With a wicked grin, Vlad thrust into Cindy, burying himself balls deep into her all-in-one go. Cindy's eyes bugged out and she let out a strangled cry of both pleasure and pain at the sudden invasion. Cindy was no virgin, but none of her previous lovers were as well-endowed as Dracula. It felt like her walls were being stretched to the breaking point.

Then, Dracula began moving and she was in ecstasy, as he thrust in and out of her. The pleasure was building and she never wanted it to stop. Dracula played with her pierced nipples, enjoying the little cries of pleasure and pain she gave out. Cindy could feel him inside her mind, stroking her lusts and urges. She was putty in his hand, and she would give him everything. Her body, her mind, her very soul.

"Don't stop, DON"T Stop!", she moaned and then shrieked as she came, girl-cum leaking out from around Dracula's big dick. He was about ready to blow and his fang's extended. He ran them along Cindy's neck, teasing her. Cindy shuddered in anticipation, ready to surrender herself fully to his darkly sexual power.

"Yes, take me master, I'm yours", she moaned as she began to peak again. With a wicked grin and sharp inhale, Dracula bit down into her neck, her rich blood flooding his mouth. The taste of it triggered his release, his undead baby batter splattering against Cindy's walls. Unholy pleasure flooded Cindy's body as she screamed in a dark orgasmic bliss like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her humanity was washed away in a wave of wicked ecstasy and power. New fangs thrust from her gums and she bit into Dracula, consummating their vampiric union.

Cindy's nails dug into her undead husband's back, drawing blood as her strength increased. Dracula could feel her strength and power, now knowing she would be a truly worthy bride.

"Enough, you have had enough!", he commanded. Reluctantly, Cindy withdrew her fangs and looked into the face of her lord and master with adoration. She gave a wicked smile and barred her new fangs proudly, and then she took the initiative, surprising Dracula. She flipped them both over, and now on top, began cowgirling the Count.

"Mmm, husband, I felt so powerful and your cock feels so good inside me. Can I share it with Courtney and Yolanda?" She said this as she rode him, and she leaned down to lick his chest. Dracula looked at this dark sex goddess atop him and smiled with evil delight.

"Of course, my dear. I always planned to have them join us. They will be your sister-wives and your will be the head bride of my harem!" Cindy smiled with gleeful lust and kissed her lord passionately. Then, they spent the next ten minutes fucking each other silly.

Afterwards, Cindy redressed, forgoing either bra or panties and went to unlock the door. Dracula held up his hand stopping her.

"Master?", she said in confusion. Dracula smiled and telekinetically opened the hidden door to the one-time liquor cache, where the irritating guest was still only semiconscious. Cindy's eyes widened and her nostrils flared, scenting blood.

"Don't you think you should eat something before you see your friends, again?", Dracula said with a knowing smile. Cindy barred her fangs with a hungry snarl and dashed into the room. A choked scream, a feral snarl, and a faint sucking sound marked the heckler's demise. Dracula smiled in appreciation of his new brides first meal.

"Sweet Cindy, your friends have no idea how you will change their lives forever!", he thought as she reared back her head and used her hands to wipe excess blood from her face and mouth, then licked them clean. Turning back to her new husband with a sultry swagger, she made for the door again. Dracula did not stop her, just giving her a final kiss before dissolving into mist. Knowing he would wait to join her the appropriate time, Cindy unlocked the door and then stood by the throne, waiting for either Courtney or Yolanda to open them and enter.

"Girls, I can hardly wait to show you what can do to you, now!", she thought with a lustful smile. Visions of Courtney and Yolanda, fanged and wanton filled her mind. She quietly slipped her left hand into her pants and stroked herself while waiting for one or the other to open them.