Blood Sisters

Emily, fully entranced by Liz's eyes, cannot move. Speaking in low hush breaths, Liz tells Emily a story of a very misunderstood countess who lived in a far faraway place, many many centuries ago…

The most beautiful and intelligent Countess Elizabeth Bathory became bored with her dreary day-to-day meetings and appeasings of local Dukes and Earls. High Counts continually vied for her affections and hand in marriage. Their tepid little wars and squabbles did nothing to fire her intellect.

One day she had over heard talk of a brutally outspoken count named Vlad Tepes of Dracul. Count Dracula had gone way beyond his duty to protect his Transylvanian homeland. He hounded and preyed upon his enemies like a rabid wolf. Mangling, decimating and bleeding them dry of their will to oppose him. Stories of Dracula's dining amongst his vanquished foes as they slowly suffered affixed to pikes high in the air intrigued her. How he dowsed them in oil, their burning bodies illuminating his nightly feasts.

One story enthralled her most. Dracula drank the blood of his enemies in order to consume their souls and rejuvenate his power. To a proper Countess this act should have been repulsive. To Elizabeth's mind it sounded like her salvation.

One morning while her handmaiden was helping with her hair, Elizabeth purposely jabbed the handmaiden's finger with a hairpin. Elizabeth grabbed the blood baring hand sucking from the injured finger. The handmaiden screamed in horror. Elizabeth grabbed a nearby large knitting needle and rammed it into the handmaiden's chest piercing her heart. She was dead before she hit the floor. Momentarily stunned by what she had done, Elizabeth watched as a pool of warm crimson formed around the fallen handmaiden. Straddling the maiden's chest, She lapped up the blood from the bubbling wound. Her face became stained like that of a lioness gorging itself on the latest kill.

Having gluttonized herself on the poor maiden, Elizabeth realized she must now dispose of her horrid work. The castle toilet sewer shaft was the only sure place a decaying corpse could be successfully concealed. She dragged the bloodless husk to the shaft shoving it off the edge. It bounced off the rocky walls a few times ending with a thudding splash into the viscous chamber. There's enough bile and shit down there to mask hundreds of corpses. The whole event gave Elizabeth such a charge that she could hardly wait to do it again!

The next day, Elizabeth called for three more of her handmaidens to assist her in various projects. They too were caught in her web of cruelty. These maidens were used in a different manner. Instead of drinking their blood, she slit their throats draining their precious life into her porcelain bathtub. Even though the three girls were not enough to fill her tub, Elizabeth wallowed nude in the blood rubbing it all over her body deep into her pores. She proudly pranced around her room letting the blood dry into a latex-like coating. She looked as if she were wearing a skintight crimson leotard.

As Elizabeth's thirst for fresh blood grew, so did her detachment from sanity. She would employ special servants to help her wrangle young, preferably virgin, girls to her lair. The virgins were sometimes killed outright for their blood to be used in the daily baths. Feeling like a change of pace she would have the girls stripped naked and placed inside spiked cages. As they were hoisted high in the air the iron spikes would rip their skin causing a rain shower of blood over Elizabeth's awaiting nude figure. The more the girls struggled, the more the stakes gashed their flesh, the more Elizabeth enjoyed her cleansings. She even enjoyed feasting upon their menstrual discharge as if a delicacy.

Continuing unabated for years, Elizabeth began to encounter trouble. Having=g exhausted all the young women in her region, she had to send out seekers to acquire more prey. All the disappearances of girls led the local governments to investigate, finding to their horror the mounds of used corpses littering Bathory Castle's sewers and garbage dumps.

The local magistrates tried and found Elizabeth and her servants guilty of atrocities towards humanity. The servants were executed for their crimes, but since Elizabeth was a royal Countess, under law she could not be put to death. Her punishment was to be forever sealed in her castle keep only to be fed stale bread and the rainwater that leaked down the walls.

Although still a young woman, Elizabeth's appearance and health soon declined with out her precious baths. In her desperation, she prayed to God to take her from her wretched tomb. But instead of God coming to her aid, a beautiful pale skinned, raven haired, nude winged woman tore open a gash in the rock wall. At first Elizabeth thought it was an angel sent from heaven to save her, but the winged woman quickly corrected Elizabeth revealing that her name was Lilith, First Wife of Adam and Mother of the Tormented. Lilith could give Elizabeth what she always craved. Eternal youth. Elizabeth immediately embraced Lilith submitting to her terrible bite. Lilith gathered Elizabeth into her arms flying out of her prison. The people below ran in terror as Lilith dropped a few shit bombs to show her contempt for mortals.

Emily's eyes were wide with shock ad Liz finished her tale. Liz begins to sniff around the frozen Emily. Ending up at Emily's crotch, Liz stops sniffing and smiles wildly. Liz undoes Emily's skirt letting it fall to her ankles. Emily's flowered panties are no barrier for Liz. Ripping them off with her mouth, Liz buries her face into Emily's furry mound. Emily moans as Liz grinds her head around. Liz pauses, pulling her head back from Emily's crotch, with a little white string clenched in her teeth. On the other end, a freshly soiled tampon dangles, bouncing off Liz's chin.

Liz giggles in delight as she holds the bloody tampon above her open mouth, slowly lowering like a yummy juicy grape fresh from the vine. Sucking it dry, Liz places the tampon in Emily's hand.

"Exquisite." Liz complements. She leaves the paralyzed Emily to absorb the surreal moment.

JUST THE BEGINNING.