A/N: Well, be warned…this will be…disturbing… :D
Elizabeth felt darkness all around her, the dark castle walls were crowding in on her, her entire being was chilled and cold wind whipped around her. Bats and rats moved and flew above her, and she looked at herself only wearing white rags. She was running barefoot in the darkness, the damp floor making her slip into puddles of vile liquid, and she was getting scared and more scared at every minute of this dark running torture.
She kept on running, running and running till she had to stop and catch her breath, and began limping with the stitches in her side down and away from what ever was behind her. And exit was what she seeked. But what she saw, with the door wide open in front of her, was a room, a large room with a bed. The room was dark, and she only saw the outline of the plush bed, pillows, and dusty cobwebs in the corner. Elizabeth was so tired, tired from running in panic, and she gladly shuffled in and lay on the bedspread, not caring at all if she was dirty and wet. She just wanted to sleep, and that was all. And that was what she was trying to do, until the lights came on.
Bolting up right, she saw the door close, and all the many hundreds of candles come on in the red, blood red room. The bed was plush and satin, no bed covers at all, and she sat up in fear and surprise. But what was really then making her heart race was Dracula at the end of the bed.
Standing at the end of the bed was half naked Dracula, a look of lust dancing in his staring eyes. The expression was of malice and want, as he slowly ever so slowly advanced on her by crawling on the bedspread towards her. Elizabeth herself then was completely frozen to the spot, and couldn't move at the situation. Dracula now was caressing her thighs as they slid up the tatters of her skirt, now settling himself in between her paralyzed legs.
"No…what? I can't move…" Elizabeth despaired, trying to move away, only to plop onto her back limp from the paralyzing hold gripping her body. There was nothing she could do while his hands were moving slowly up her body, her vision lost while her head flopped backwards. All she was feeling was then the hands over her body and then his face perched above hers, a smirk of evil and barbarity completely written all over his face. Elizabeth was in panic mode by now, breathing fast and fidgeting with what little control she had over her body, that Dracula was kissing her.
It wasn't passionate and slow, filled with love. No, it was bruising and hungry, him growling and chewing her lips ravenously, his tongue then thrusting in and caressing her mouth in his own manly way. Squealing and whimpering all the same but not moving, but if she could, then she would be struggling and screaming. There were no words from Dracula, his hands ripping her ragged dress to shreds and his teeth grazing her skin, sometimes cutting it while in a few moments she lay naked, limp with the forced power upon her. And it was then his ravenous touches and kisses on her body were ruthlessly taking her soul further and further into the oblivion of pain and pleasure.
"Why?" Was what she asked in her tattered voice.
"Because you wanted this, and I am giving you what you wished for." Dracula hissed, currently licking the length of her thigh.
"But I see now that I don't! Not this, not at all…I was a fool, just an ignorant fool…" Elizabeth cried, tears in her eyes. But Dracula wasn't there to wipe them away. Dracula, was a beast, and she herself had fallen for the trap of the arrogant. Dracula was taking his clothes off, Dracula was panting as an animal.
An animal that he has become.
And she realized then, why she wanted this, why she craved this only as an instinct. The natural instinct that all beings have. But she was not ready. And she knew this now, fully and completely. But it was too late for her. She watched him wrap her legs around his waist, guiding his throbbing erection into her gently.
He entered her slowly.
She gasped in her paralyzed form and began moaning.
He was inside her.
Then he slid out.
She woke up, at the moment when she felt him thrust hard inside her. And pain and pleasure divine was her thoughts in a swirl of colors.
Elizabeth had woken up in the day, just before sunset. She sat up with hot breath, sweaty and throbbing through her body, but it dissipated. Looking around quickly, she felt the sheets around her. No, Dracula did not do that to her, she didn't smell his scent of anything. It was just a dream, a dream caused by the trauma last night. She looked to the side of her, and thanked God that Katie was sleeping next to her, not Dracula. The plan must have worked. She quickly turned around and sat up straighter, looking around the glowing white room. The light was unfortunately fading fast, and she turned to Katie to rouse her. But then the drapes were suddenly closed harshly, stopping her. Slowly, very slowly she turned her head to look at the gloomy dark room, the drapes faintly moving from being quickly shut. What indeed she saw nothing. But she could guess.
"Is that you Dracula?" She stuttered, clenching her fists and getting ready to fight. She looked down at herself, noticing her tight black satin sleeveless nightgown was still on instead of white rags.
"You are quite a clever girl." The dark voice of Dracula said, as she saw him and his glowing blue eyes step out of the dark corner and stand in the dark, his hungry blue eyes boring into her.
"I could guess when you blocked the sun. Well, good morning to you, now please leave so I can get dressed." She replied pleasantly enough, swallowing the growing fear inside her from the strange, deeply disturbing gaze in his eyes.
"Dressed? Why should you get dressed? You don't need to wear anything at all today for that matter." He chuckled, moving closer to her bedside.
"Oh no…There is no bloody damn way!" Elizabeth cried out, shooting out of bed and running to the other side of the room, against the wall in utter disgust at those words. Well, I'm out of bed at least she thought. But now she was against the white bedroom wall, where Dracula was, with hands behind his back, stalking closer. Elizabeth, seeing other routes available for running, took them to run past him by the bed. He reached out to grab her, but she tripped and fell, and she was in that split second thankful he didn't grab her. But, with an amused chuckle from Dracula, Elizabeth thought it wise to start crawling away and standing up, running to the door with Dracula only a few feet away when she opened the door.
There was only the light from the twilight that lit her way when she started running down the hallways. Gothic buttresses and gargoyle from the stone work were casting shadows everywhere, while she ran and ran. There was no way in Elizabeth's mind she was going to act as his whore, and with her head turning back as she ran in the tight nightgown, she kept seeing Dracula walking calmly, keeping at the same distance as always though she saw he was at a stiff pace with that vile smile. She used to think that smile turn her on, but at the moment it was scaring her, for she was definitely taking into reality the amount of lust and evil in that smile. And, she turned a corner, looking behind once more to see Dracula laughing and then to surprise.
She wasn't standing on a floor anymore. Instead, she was falling. And she fell after a lot of feet, onto something soft and bungee.
Her immediate reaction after falling and screaming was that she was looking up at the dark ceiling above her, but she was looking at it through the jagged hole in the floor she fell through. After blinking her eyes, she saw Dracula was peering over the edge, smiling as ever. Elizabeth tried to move, tried to get up to run away, but she couldn't at all. She fidgeted and could only succeed in moving her head partially side to side, and that was enough to see she fell onto a spider web. And, she saw the spider, or as she saw the torsos of the three spider-things, spider humans in fact. Three, shirtless, half human spiders with complete hotness written all over them. One had long black hair and red eyes, another short spiky blonde with green eyes, and another with a mop of messy brown with yellow eyes. And they were advancing with their spider bodies and hungry eyes towards her, now fidgeting even more.
"Dracula? Um, please, no…oh my…oh my…don't let them…" Elizabeth was stammering, watching as they spider men were advancing, circling around her and licking their lips, staring intently at their prize, which was wearing a skin tight black nightgown that she knew, was revealing enough her form underneath. She quickly looked back up to smiling Dracula.
"Hello, Elizabeth. Stuck?" He chuckled, squatting down while Elizabeth struggled even more. The three spider boys were staring at her struggling body.
"Yes, so get me the hell out of here! You know I hate spiders!" She yelped.
"But I thought you never wanted my help. Besides, it is time to face your fears, isn't it? I am sure they will be good company." He said looking fondly even more at her fear stricken features he loved so much.
"Blood, Malice, Venom. Show our guest the delicate touch of the spider. I am sure she would love to be kept…pleasured…while I tend to Katie." He stood up, letting Elizabeth's face drain of color. "Afterwards, you and I can have a little passionate talk in my bedroom. Good day, my golden bird, have fun with my pets. They have so longed for a woman with your virtue." And with that, he started laughing again, evil laughter while he walked away.
"No! Please, don't let them touch me! No, no NO!!!" She cried out, breathing very fast while the black haired spider, Blood, was perched over her.
"You struggle in vain, little fly. Your wings have been clipped." He hissed his delicate hands and the feet giving her gentle tingling sensations on her legs and thigh through her gown.
"Her skin is but so pale, pale with fear. If we are to properly eat from her, she must have her blood flowing." Venom drawled, leaning down and licking and kissing her extended arm all the way up to her shoulder.
"No…get your bloody damn…hands and mouth away from me! Please, I don't want to lose myself…" Elizabeth was begging now, having trouble saying things as the pleasureful sensations were driving her over the brink.
"Why are you so afraid? You don't need to be. We are here to give you a good time." Malice husked, running spidery fingers through her hair. He then began licking her sweaty forehead, before planting a kiss on her lips.
"Oh my…No, please, don't eat me…" Elizabeth stuttered, fidgeting with each touch, lick, kiss, and stroke. There was no escape from her stricken position, where she could only watch and gasp, Blood's expertise hands moving over her thighs and up her gown, Venom's tongue and lips all over her arms and Malice kissing her harshly on the face, gently nibbling her ear and neck, and his hands moving over her curves. She could only close her eyes as they continued, slowly her resistance dieing down as her gasps were turning into moans, arching her back with the gentle, pleasant touches.
But, after she was falling under spell, then she noticed them taking her clothes off.
"Wha…? No…don't…" But she couldn't move, looking down at Malice and Venom slipping her sleeves off her shoulders and kissing her collarbone while sliding it of, revealing her bra. Blood was slowly pulling it down and off her legs, plucking the webbing off her body to slide it off. All Elizabeth could do was watch and gasp, her breath quickening up again while they were touching and kissing every inch of her body that was uncovered. Her skin was sweating from fear, the pleasure from their sinful touches making her on fire. She knew desperately that it was wrong what they were doing, but she couldn't help the feelings coming through her.
Her heart skipped a beat when they took things to the next level, by slipping her bra off. That woke her further and with the webbing off, she could move. Quickly enough she sat up, pushing their eager hands and heads away from her breasts.
"No, off! Let me go! This is too far!" Elizabeth shook herself, earning hisses from the angry spider boys. She pushed them away and tried to stand up, but as expected from the wobbly web she fell into Blood's arms, her head snuggled into his chest while they chuckled. She began beating on his back, only for the other two to swarm around her and caress her body. It was then that she could only moan and squeal from them pulling the last of her clothing off and licking every, single, inch and spot on her skin. Blood had the privilege of teasing her breasts, while Elizabeth was yelling now. She could not stand it any longer. She did not want to see them desecrate her body, and her only relief from it was to stare up to the gothic ceiling through the hole in the floor.
I can't let them do this; and I can't let Katie be alone with Dracula! I must get help, somebody, anybody! She desperately thought. A big scream worked the last time, so maybe now would be a good time. Summoning all her vocal strength, she prepared to scream. The right moment came when a tongue entered where it shouldn't have. That boosted the urgency in her call for help.
A/N: ah, well, who will save her? R&R!!!!