That night, Arthur and Lucy Holmwood, Lord and Lady Godalming smiled as all three daughters and cousin Abigail at dinner. Susan and Alice looked tired, even pale, but they ate with a certain amount of gusto especially the soup and the beef. Dr. Renfield smiled upon them as well, looking quite pleased with himself. He'd predicted this. Not only their rallying but the increased appetite.

"Girls," said Lord Godalming, a twinkle in his eye, "Just so you know, our friends Mr. and Mrs. Harker will be coming to stay for the weekend. Naturally, they'll be bringing William and Joanna." He shot a sly glance at his eldest, Bianca. He suspected very much she had a crush on the Harker boy. She very properly gave a shy smile in return.

His wife almost chuckled. "One boy surrounded by lots of pretty girls. Well, at least one of them's his sister so some relief then!"

Bianca gave a precisely calculated little laugh at her mother's joke while Abigail smile politely. The other said nothing.

None of the four girls said much during the meal, as Dr. Renfield answered some of Lord Godalming's questions. In between mouthfuls of roast goose and scalloped potatoes washed down with wine, the physician told of his journey two years back through the wilds of Eastern Europe. "As a matter of fact," he said, "the whole region feels like an earlier age. Probably a medieval one! One sees villages awash in superstition, where every sighting of a bird or cat is seen as some kind of omen. The churches there, in places like Croatia and Romania and Bohemia, all just revel in the most rank of superstitions. Still use leeches to bleed their sick, for instance. They're actually terrified of their own dead. Truth! Cannot tell you how many times I saw funerals where the dear departed had their coffins positively festooned with home-made amulets, with religious icons or all kinds of herbs. Mind you, some those last were fairly medicinal. Probably helped stop the spread of infection, I shouldn't wonder!" His cheerful demeanor actually picked up as the vanilla soufflés arrived.

He then regaled them with tales of monsters peasants feared in the East. "Ghosts, werewolves, witches, vampires-the whole lot! Of course, perfectly scientific explanations for it all, but what can one expect?"

Abigail had at least heard of vampires. She'd read "Carmilla" by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu and knew plays based on the perennial favorite "The Vampyre" continued to entertain theatre audiences.

Still, what she came away with that evening, more than anything else, was the sense that Bianca was up to something. The girl usually monopolized her father's attention, but not tonight. Instead, Bianca listened. Hard. And by now Abigail recognized when her cousin's mind had slipped into calculations and plots.

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Alice slept that night with a smile upon her lips. She expected this night would be like others lately, filled with strange and forbidden delights. Telling anyone about them never occurred to her. But then, the nine-year-old girl had a tender, compliant streak. She sought to obey, to please others. So much easier then, to enjoy and even welcome the domination of her secret rapist.

Her dreams, when they came, had her naked in his arms, tasting him even as he tasted her. The shadows welcomed them, enveloped them, in the end obeyed them as they coupled. Alice dreamt of bright red eyes filled with lust. Lust for her. Later, she did not remember all the details. Something about bat wings and fangs. About her Master's tongue growing in width and length to reach inside her, giving pain she ended up welcoming. Blood. The sight of it. The taste. Alice herself bleeding and happy to do so. But all in a fantastic jumble, weaving in and out of her sleeping mind and fading rapidly, like stones in water.

Her eyes opened. She knew not the time, but realized at once hours had passed. The room felt cooler. More importantly, she instantly looked and saw that which had been the object of her longing.

The dark stranger stood beside her bed. Cloaked. Moonlight from the window gave some hint of his face-triangular, with a pointed chin and long black moustache. His eyes gleamed. Pinpoints of bright red light.

One hand reached down and pulled away the blanket and sheets under which Alice had slept. Her smile grew as he tossed them aside. Now the only thing between them was her nightgown. Alice began unbuttoning that at once. She wanted him to see her. To touch her. Halfway down the length of all that white silk, his hands met hers and continued to undress her. In moments, he pushed the sides of her gown to the sides. Her childish body-flat chest, tiny nipples, the last remnants of baby fat-lay defenseless before him. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed deeply. The smile on her face radiated joy.

Dracula ran the tips of his fingers along her belly, then up and brushed against the bright deep pink of one nipple. Alice trembled. She even squirmed.

With a gesture the vampire made his wishes known. Alice didn't hesitate. She rolled to one side then up onto her knees. Dracula let his cloak fall, revealing the marble white body, muscles rippling. His member, erect and waiting for her. Alice knelt onto her elbows and caught it in her mouth. A slurp and then a hum accompanied this action, as she happily began her suckling. She wrapped her lips around the head then sucked, drawing it deeper inside, further along her eager tongue. Her tiny golden head began bobbing along its length.

Alice's cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the tip of her tongue running along the organ's bottom, up to the point. She repeated again and again the sucking motion, drawing her master's cock deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. His hands soon took hold of her head, guiding her. She whimpered and sucked harder.

When the hot salty liquid erupted from the tip of his member, Alice clamped her mouth as firmly as she could. She wanted it all. Every drop. And her efforts at swallowing seemed to work. It pulsed in her mouth, a sweet and wonderful sensation. Spoonfuls and then mere drops shot into her mouth. She drank it all. Alice felt dizzy with happiness.

As Dracula pulled Alice away from his penis, back into a sitting position, the hallway door swung open.

Quietly.

In the moonlight from the window, Alice saw Susan step inside and shut the door just as silently. Like her sister, she wore nothing but a white silk nightgown. Her eyes were on Dracula. And then, like Alice, she began to unbutton her nightgown.

What to make of this? Alice didn't know. Her first reaction-panic-gave way to puzzlement. Susan let her nightgown fall off onto the floor. Now she stood as naked as Alice's Master, at whom she gazed with a strange expression. Alice had never seen Susan look that way before. Happy and frightened. Eager and somehow humiliated. And when Susan's eyes went to the Master's still-erect member, the hunger in those eyes told Alice the truth. That she too called this stranger Master, and for the same reason.

Alice felt a little jealous as Susan sank to her knees and used both hands to bring His organ into her mouth, first running her tongue along its length. Eyes closed, she did this with a dreamy expression.

Do I look like that, Alice wondered?

Susan's mouth soon surrounded the mushroom-shaped head. Her hands stroked, while her mouth took more inside, and her cheeks hollowed as the ten-year-old girl sucked.

The Master gazed at Alice. She instantly found herself captured by those crimson eyes, glowing like tiny stars. One gesture with his hand and she pulled off her own nightgown, tossing it to the side. Naked, all three of them now. He made another gesture and Alice understood what she was to do, if not why. She lay down on the bed, legs up and parted, her bum no more than a three or four inches from the edge. Was He going to lick her again? She hoped so.

But now His hands gently pulled Susan away from her sucking. The girl obeyed reluctantly. He then guided her towards the bed.

Towards where her younger sister lay, waiting.

"I've never..." Susan whispered.

"But you will." His words were an order.

After a moment's hesitation, Susan knelt now between her sister's legs. It took a moment for the younger girl to realize what was about to happen. Susan was going to lick her!

Susan placed her hands on each of her sister's thighs. Then lowered her mouth to a point halfway between. Toward Alice's small, hairless cunny. Little more than a slit, really. But one already moist.

The only sounds in the room were the breathing of both little girls, and wind outside the window.

Finally Susan kissed Alice down there. Her lips touch that slit and Alice twitched at the contact. Susan then pressed her lips to the same spot, parting them after a moment. Her tongue snaked out and ran along the length of that cleft.

Alice sighed at the pleasure of it. Halfway between a tickle and scratching an itch. And as Susan repeated the action, this time harder and longer, the pleasure increased. Nice became very nice. Then so very good-followed by wonderful, and then by a deep, hungry desire for this never, ever to stop! Her Master did this better, but all the same Susan's lips and tongue made Alice making cooing sounds. Good! So good! When Susan stopped, Alice groaned.

Then Susan made a sound. A whisper. "I musn't do this." Her voice quivered.

Moonlight only allowed Alice to see what happened next in silhouette. Her Master stepped behind Susan and evidently picked her up, turning her around with the same movement. Alice saw her sister's head and arms as the Master lifted her. Held up. Buried his mouth against the girl's throat. Susan arms twitched and she herself groaned. In pleasure or pain? It could be either. Or both. But then she gave a series of small gasps, and her harms wrapped around the Master's shoulders. Her silhouette visibly trembled. The sounds coming from her sounded like someone in pain, maybe. But her actions said otherwise. Moments passed.

Finally, Susan relaxed. Her arms fell to her side. Her head lolled. The Master pulled his mouth from her throat and turned to lay her onto the bedroom floor.

As he stood again, Alice saw for a moment the dark outline of his erect member.

Then he turned towards her. Approached her.

Something touched her between the legs, at the now-moist slit. Rubbed her there. It felt good. It took Alice a few moments to realize this must be her Master's organ, which she had earlier had in her mouth. Now he let it rub up and down her slit, a new and somehow pleasing sensation. Different from licking. Not as achingly wonderful. But she did feel as if this were somehow more important. Susan realized-how, she couldn't guess-that this wasn't something itself. It was the beginning of ... something.

Then he shifted the tip of it to the very opening of her slit. Rubbed just the tip against it. Susan suddenly realized what he was going to do!

He's going to put his organ inside me!

In a moment of panic she looked up at her Master. His eyes caught hers. She literally could not now look away. Those living rubies held her fast and she felt it. As if she belonged to him. Which she did. He was her Master. A reason and center for all in her life. Just as her soul and body were his to do with as he pleased-and her pleasure to be so used.

As his member pressed into her tiny slit, the pain was real. It was powerful, even agony, but in the rapture of his gaze, she welcomed it. Alice was the perfect slave. His member pushed into her flesh, which stretched to meet that violation. It reached her hymen, and slowly tore through that tender tissue. Her mouth opened and a silent scream emerged, barely audible. Yet she smiled! The scraping of his flesh past her broken hymen, deeper and deeper into her immature body, took a long time. At least an entire minute. It should have been torture for the girl. Truthfully, it was. Yet the pain reaching out from her now-broken virginity, the searing of it, felt glorious to little Alice. She pulled her legs as far apart as possible. She tried to shift herself on the bed, to impale her body a little faster, a little deeper. The pain! As if she were being torn into half!

And she wanted it. Longed for it!

Eventually, her Master stopped entering her. His member felt like a cork forced into the too-small bottle of her body. Yet she knew intuitively this was not yet the end. No. He would do more. She quivered in anticipation.

Then, he pulled back. A little faster than before, but still with an agonizing slowness.

Alice almost fainted. The sensations were too much. Like a red-hot knife were piercing her! When he stopped again, paused, then pushed once more, yet another wave of sweet agony wracked her body.

So he continued. With exquisite slowness he pushed inside tiny Alice, then pulled back but never all the way out. He picked up speed, but barely. With her eyes trapped by his, Alice felt the pain as perfect joy. It still hurt. Horribly! She didn't understand how she could survive it-but to feel this gave her more happiness than seemed possible. Her eyes filled with tears, while she smiled amid whimpers and groans.

And in truth, the pain itself began to fade.

With every retreat and thrust, somehow the inside of Alice's tiny passage grew more used to this intruder. More used to, and more welcoming. Ever more moisture surrounded it, making passage easier. And shivers of genuine pleasure mingled with the pain.

How long it went on, Alice didn't know. She just grew increasingly excited as her body responded differently. Likewise her Master's movements grew faster, and ultimately harder. Thrusting came deeper inside. She welcomed it.

Soon he allowed her to look away, and Alice closed her eyes, wallowing in these new feelings.

To be pierced-wonderful! Deeper please! Harder too!

When he pulled away, oh sweet agony! And anticipation as well! For she knew down to her bones what would follow.

Another thrust! Glorious!

Retreat-

Thrust!

Alice lost herself in the sensations, building to a climax grander than those her Master had given before! She wouldn't have believed that possible-but now she rode the tidal wave of terrible pleasure, shuddering out of control, her head whipping side to side, arms flailing.

She nearly didn't notice when his own seed poured into her, so overwhelmed did she feel by this new and fantastic set of sensations.

When he placed his mouth against her throat, fangs re-piercing the wounds there, she welcomed that as well. In her mind the words echoed over and over.

"I belong to you."

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Dracula knew caution, even when he made mistakes. Tonight he took too much from both his preteen concubines. Both would show the signs. Exhaustion, greater pallor than before. But he carefully redressed both girls and put them in their respective beds, removing all signs of their activities.

Then he transformed into his bat shape and returned to Carfax. Carfax itself was now very nearly what he needed it to be. Three serving girls, all between thirteen and sixteen, had felt his kiss and could not help but obey his will. Dracula's youthful energy and lusts had proven a very pleasing surprise, and all three maids as well as the Holmwood girls now enjoyed his attentions. But he found the youngest of his harem the most enticing. Hence his loss of control tonight.

As he made his way to the crypt deep under Carfax, Dracula saw a possible dilemma. Alice and Susan could not hide their sudden weakness. Some kind of physician would most likely respond. Detection remained a remote possibility but not an impossibility. Yet it was the vigor of their child's blood that most invigorated him.

He would have to begin on the other two girls. Bianca and Abigail. Or perhaps some other possibilities. Harker had shared a daguerreotype of his family, and Dracula noted little Joana most desirable. Eleven years old. Light brown hair in curls. A face like cupid and bright blue-green eyes, from Harker's description.

Within the confines of his coffin, Dracula lay down to sleep. The blood in his veins worked its magic, as did this his native soil. Here, deep under the manor, sunlight could not reach him, thus draining his strength.

He slept.

To Be Continued