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Dracula's Daughter

Date: 12/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cheating, Coercion, Cruelty, Death, Domination/submission, Erotica, Fan fiction, Gothic, Group Sex, Horror, Mind Control, Monster, Murder, Reluctance, Romance, Stockholm Syndrome, Threesome, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 90.6, Source: sexstories.com

scarcely realized she was doing it. She had told no one the truth--the whole truth--about that night, only mumbled half-truths to the authorities and doctors. "We were traveling through the country. David--he was my fiancé--was writing a book about the old noble families, and Helen was his illustrator. John and I were just along for the sights." "Borgo Pass does not see many tourists." "Have you been there?" "Only once. Please go on?" "That place, Castle Dracula...at first I thought the peasants were just superstitious, but when we arrived I felt there really was something evil about it. We all separated, David and Helen to work, John and I to explore. David...never came back. He fell down some stairs. Neck broken." She closed her eyes and an image flashed into her mind of David lying in a heap, so she opened them again. "At least...that's what we told everyone." "What really happened?" "I wasn't there, but Helen says he didn't trip. He was pushed. By a man who wasn't really there." "A ghost?" "Yes." "And she says this was the man." Van Helsing held up a charcoal sketch. Gwen recognized the style as Helen's, but the subject made her flinch: a face, pale and bloodless, with hard lines, a hooked nose, and the most awful eyes. Van Helsing seemed peculiarly moved by it too. Without explanation, he fed it into the fire. "Ghosts are one thing. What I wonder is rather what else might live there. What happened to your sister's fiancé?" "He was trapped in a room that had no way out. ... I brought a rescue party there later, but there was no sign of him." Van Helsing cleaned his spectacles. He looked older without them. He was not a large man, and he was aged, but she felt safer with him around. Ever since Transylvania, the nights held special terrors for her whenever she thought she heard the flutter of a wing or the cry of an unseen beast. "One man dead, another missing, and your sister's sanity quite destroyed. So you brought her here." "Dr. Sweard was a friend of our father's, back when he was alive. And honestly...we had nowhere else to go." "And what about you, Miss Hartley? What became of you that night?" Gwen raised her teacup to her lips and realized it was empty. It clattered against the saucer when she set it down. "I haven't slept more than a few hours ever since. Terrible dreams. In them I'm back in the castle calling for John, but he won't answer. Instead I hear a woman's voice." "What woman?" "I don't know. But I imagine I heard her that night. And then I wake." "Hmm. Miss Hartley, I hope you won't find this untoward, but I find it very interesting that you dream of your sister's fiancé and not yours. And that you appeared much more pained talking about John's disappearance than David’s death." Gwen felt herself go red. Then she was suddenly angry, but before she could loose her retort Van Helsing made a consolatory gesture. "You might not think it to look at me, but I am familiar with matters of the heart, and with how a young woman may find ...