Jonathon Harker's Journal

Sated, Dracula slowly walked over to me, stroked my hair and adjusted my nightgown properly off my shoulders. His accented voice was amazingly tender, considering what he had just done to Renfield.

"I did not bring you all this way to allow you to be with anyone else, my dear" he said. "You are mine. You will belong to me forever. Do you understand?"

My mind was clear. From my feminine transformation to the horror of seeing what Dracula had just done to Renfield, I knew my life would be forever changed. I tossed my hair and nodded. Those dominant eyes sapped me of any resistance. Somehow, I knew what I must do. With one of my delicate hands, I reached out and unbuttoned the shirt of a man I now realized was a vampire. Dracula's chest was hairless, his skin cold like that of a corpse. With one fingernail, he made a vertical cut on his chest, causing a trickle of blood to appear.

He placed his cold, bony hands gently on my bare shoulders, guiding rather than forcing my face to his chest. I moaned softly ... purely out of desire as I sexily shimmied my shoulders in his grasp. Slowly, sensually, I moved my mouth to his wound. My hands tenderly up against his chest, I writhed submissively as I tasted the vampire's rancid blood. Dracula closed his eyes and his head moved back as I kissed his chest and licked his blood. My eyes peered over to the lifeless form of Renfield, but it seemed not at all strange to be doing what I was doing.

After a long time, Dracula moved me back by my shoulders. His eyes on mine, he reached down and effortlessly scooped me up. I crossed my slim arms around his neck, and my straight blonde hair hung down as he carried me into the basement. There was an ornate bed and nearby, two coffins.

Gently laying me down on the bed, he slowly removed his clothes. His body was repulsive, like some slowly decomposing animal's. His penis was long and thin and smelled of formaldehyde. Part of me wanted to run away, but some sort of perverted desire caused me to writhe sexily on the bed, shimmying my bare shoulders and making little feminine noises of pleasure.

Dracula looked at my heaving breasts and my slim, curvy body. I could see the lust in his eyes as he moved his body over mine. His ice-cold hands caressed my soft shoulders as his mouth covered mine. His breath was terrible, but I didn't care. I moaned deep in the back of my throat as I kissed him for all I was worth, running my slim tongue over his fangs. His hands were all over me, pulling at my nightgown. The vampire was sexually turned on ... by me! He pulled his mouth away from mine, and for a moment, I thought he was going to plunge his fangs into my neck. But he wanted more.

He pulled the elastic of my nightgown top down, revealing my breasts. His mouth went first to my left breast, then my right, biting, nipping, sucking. My little hands grabbed the coverlet as Count Dracula made my entire body tremble. His hands pulled the nightie off my body, and he kissed me again. I could feel the hunger in his kiss as I seductively wiggled under him.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he broke off the kiss and looked into my eyes. I knew what he wanted without him saying anything. I moved my body down to his penis, moved my knees between his legs and took the cold, putrid member into my sweet mouth. It was the first penis I had ever tasted, and I surrendered myself to its power.

"Yes, pretty girl," the vampire said in his Romanian accent as his right hand stroked my hair. This was preordained ever since I saw your picture on the Internet."

I felt so feminine and submissive as his penis continued to grow in my moist mouth. I moaned and purred as it snaked down my throat. I wanted to gag, but I didn't. It was at once the most repulsive and sexy thing that has ever happened to me. My hair hung over my face as I found myself wiggling my slim body, trying so hard to please this demon I had just seen murder another man. His penis, covered in my saliva, popped out of my mouth. I couldn't believe how long it had become. He smiled at me and masterfully turned me over on my back.

"No, please," I murmured, shaking my blonde hair. "It's too big. Please ... no."

Dracula smiled cruelly and swiftly pinned my wrists over my head with one of his cold, bony hands. His right hand slowly, slowly played with my left breast, then ran over my slim, curvy torso again and again while his cold lips made love to my mouth, shoulders and neck. My body was on fire, my mind a blur, a reflection of Dracula's lust. With my body being so deliciously defiled, I didn't notice that he had maneuvered between my trim, milky thighs. His left hand still holding down my wrists, he moved a sharp-fingernailed finger into my anus, then another. Meanwhile, he nipped at my earlobe, collarbone and neck, making me tremble with desire.

Slowly, he removed his fingers, and in a lightning move, plunged his snake-like penis inside me. I struggled, but it was no use. Immediately, he began pumping into me. His eyes captured mine, and I surrendered myself to him. I don't know when he released his grip on my wrists, but I soon found my arms crossed gently around his neck.

Dracula looked down at me, triumphantly, as he continued to pump inside me and run his hands over my lovely body. He was my lover, my master, and I felt my small penis getting harder and harder. His penis seemed to reach all the way to my throat as I writhed and moaned under him. I don't know how long he was inside me, but I knew that dawn couldn't be far away.

"Please, my darling," I whispered, not needing to explain what I wanted him to do.

The foul-smelling vampire moved his hands to my soft, tender shoulders as he raised his head over my face.

He kissed me tenderly, his tongue slowly thrusting to play with mine. I could feel both our orgasms building. He raised his head and I moved my head to expose my lovely neck. Dracula smiled at me one more time, then rapidly sank his fangs into my neck. He grunted as his penis exploded inside me. I shimmied my shoulders while he held them tight. I screamed, and my little penis released my puny load of cum.

My breasts heaved as I tried to catch my breath. My body was limp, exhausted while Dracula drained my lifeblood. I gave it willingly as I grew faint and finally passed out.

It seemed like years later when I awoke. I was back in my bedroom. No trace of the carnage done to Renfield remained, and I was once again wearing the lovely white nightgown. I felt a little dizzy as I moved my hair from my eyes. Then, as if out of a mist, appeared Count Dracula.

I moved my hand immediately to where his fangs had punctured my neck. As I touched my wounds, they began to disappear. I looked up at Dracula.

"Am I ....? " I asked. "Am I a ....a ...?"

He laughed cruelly and smiled that crocodile smile.

"Are you a vampire, my dear?" he said derisively. "No, I considered it, but I have decided that you are too lovely to make one of the undead. You will remain my secretary, my live, human, beautiful secretary."

He ran his cold, bony right hand slowly from my bare left shoulder, over my collarbone, over my chest and to my right shoulder, which he caressed sensually.

"You must eat and build up your strength, Mr. -- or rather - Miss Harker."

He was laughing a sinister laugh now.

"There is no doubt," he said with a sneer, "that I shall be in need of your services again. And again. And again."

The vampire pulled me to him, caressing both my bare shoulders. He showed his fangs, then covered them with his lips. He moved his mouth over my neck. I could feel his hot, fetid breath, and although repulsed, I could not resist him.

But he merely kissed my neck, gently scraping his fangs over it.

"Have a pleasant day, Miss Harker," he said, before disappearing in a foul-smelling mist.

I snuggled back down into the bed, feeling trapped, but more sensual than I ever felt as a man. Am I to remain Count Dracula's lovely slave forever? Or will someone one day find this journal and rescue me from his foul clutches?

If you are reading this, please help me.

Please!

The End