5 comments/ 62835 views/ 17 favorites Frankenstein By: RedRam Frankenstein, the lost journals. Hampton-on-the-bay, Dec. 18, 18--- It is with much foreboding and dread that I set these words to paper. For many years since my encounter with the mad man, Victor Frankenstein and his abominable creation in the frozen North, this story has weighted heavily on my soul and tugged on my sanity. But this is the story as it was originally told me by Doctor Frankenstein, shortly before his passing, Rest For His Soul. I had thought the tale too sorted to sent down in my original manuscripts, so certain events related to me by the dying man were revised for the sake of all that is decent. However the story he told to me has left pictures of the unfortunate events seared into my mind, to the point of insanity. Those few who have read my previous epistles may well remember how my ship and I, marooned in Northern ice, were chanced upon by an Englishman, a doctor, Victor Frankenstein and his murderous creation, the creature he had animated from dead flesh. Both ultimately ended their miserable existence in the icy sea, but not before Frankenstein had imparted his tale of dread to me. He related how in an act of vile murder the creature had strangled the betrothed of the doctor, and how he had pursued the monstrosity across the world and finally into that frozen wasteland, where we discovered them and I was told his grim tale. This the is the actual tale related by the dying man, which I have carried these many years, may God have mercy on my soul. Robert Walton Well did I remember the creatures threat, “I will see you on your wedding night.” and I did not expect to live the remainder of the eve. Elizabeth and I took lodging in an hotel not far from the piers and prepared for our first night of wedded bliss. My darling cousin! How she made my loins turn to fire! In spite of my dread, I felt myself responding to her playful flirting as we settled in for the night. I was insistent that the doors and windows be bolted and locked, which she made much fun of. After checking my precautions not once, but twice, I felt at ease enough to join my beloved cousin on our bed. Elizabeth was undressed and covered by a single sheet as I removed my breeches and blouse. My heard was pounding in my chest as I gazed upon her beauty. Her hair was like spun gold and her eyes the color of the clearest sky. The milky white flesh of her neck and shoulders flowed down to abundant breasts, also of the lightest complexion. Her rapid and deep breathing caused those breasts to rise and fall under the sheets, beckoning to me, summoning me to my paradise. All thought of the vile beast that pursued me was gone from my head. I had thoughts only for her, my beloved Elizabeth. I had removed my clothing and was rewarded by a gasp from my prone lover as my erect manhood sprang into view. I bent over her and kissed her, brushing the sheets from her chest with my hand. I slide atop her and started to enter her body. Suddenly I felt a presence in the room and heard a gasp from Elizabeth. As I started to look up, A hard blow struck my head and I was rendered unconscious. I regained my senses a short time later. How long I have no way of telling, save that it was long enough for me to be tied setting up in a chair, my hands bound behind me and my ankles pulled back and lashed to the back legs, my genitals exposed. As my vision cleared I saw the horrible, misshapen form of my misbegotten creation, setting on the bed. Elizabeth was there with him, tied to the four corner posts by stout cords. The fiend was holding her head up and giving her drink from a wine bottle. He noticed my alert state and, setting the bottle down on a small table, walked over to where I was tied. “I promised you, my creator, that I would see you this night. Tonight I will take more from you than your pathetic life! You refused to make me a mate so I will take yours and use her as my own. Even now, the strong aphrodisiac that I prepared for her is having its effect. Soon she will be mine and you shall have the miserable fate of watching her be taken.” The huge head, with its white teeth and black lips withdrew from my sight, and I hear the monster walk across the room to the bed where Elizabeth lay in a state of near senselessness. I saw him towering over her, gazing at her naked form as he released her bonds. Freed, she made no effort to flee, only gazed up at him with a vacant stare. Oh my beloved! If only I could save you from you fate! The creature then removed his cloak and blouse, revealing his massive deformed torso, covered by that green-gray skin and rippling with vein and muscle. I felt horror run through me as the hideous beast then removed his trousers, his penis already hardening. The size of a man’s forearm, and throbbing with a life of it’s own, it stood nearly straight out from his rippling abdomen, pulsating with lust for my new bride. I could scarce stand to look upon the scene, yet was powerless to look away. On to my wedding bed, he crawled, parting my Elizabeth’s thighs with his huge hands, caressing them as he moved his over sized body onto her petite form. I found myself near to vomiting with fear as he guided his penis towards her tiny pink womanhood. My setting position had been well chosen as no detail of the horrific events before me was to hidden from my view. I saw how his lust flowed from the tip of his penis and hung in strings to my beloved’s tender pubes. The creatures cockhead, nearly the size of a large apple, touched the lips of her vagina, drawing a moan from Elizabeth, the first sound I had heard from her. Hunching his hips, the fiend drove forward, attempting to drive his huge length into her. As he pushed, I heard a noise begin to issue forth from my cousin’s throat. It started low and soft and quickly built to a sobbing cry as the creature battered at her opening. Unable to enter her, he withdrew and settling onto his haunches, inserting instead a finger, longer and thicker than my penis. Instantly, Elizabeth’s legs parted, giving the probing digit access to inner most parts. I watched, horrified as the vile creature plunged his finger in and out of her increasingly wet hole. I could scarce believe my ears when I hear Elizabeth’s gasping cry of ecstasy. My heart pounded in my chest and in a state of madness a wave of arousal settled over me. I felt my manhood begin to stir as I watched my creation position himself to enter my wife. I watched with mounting lust as this time her lips spread and allowed his throbbing cockhead entry. My own penis lurched to full erection as I saw his huge tip disappear into Elizabeth’s crotch. A loud moan escaped her lips, of pain, or pleasure, or a mixture of the two. Her breath was harsh and loud, as if she were competing in some great athletic endeavor, and shuddered as the fiend drove deeper into her. From where I sat, I could see their loins locked together, his weapon piercing her core, opening her wider than I would have thought possible. Several inches of his penis were embedded in her belly, and many more were remained unsheathed. My own cock was throbbing in the air with its unholy desire. I was unable to look away as he began to saw back and forth into her, Withdrawing until the over-sized head was nearly visible and then thrusting in as far as she could take him. Her moans were loud and timed to each movement of his length, in or out. I watched with mounting desire as my hideous misshapen creation and the woman I loved coupled with ever-increasing passion on my wedding bed. I heard my brides moans become screams as the truly monstrous cock within her brought her to orgasm. I felt a stream of precum bubble out of the tip of my cock and run down the pulsating shaft. My arousal was complete and my lust demanded release. Bending forward as far as possible, I trapped my hardness between thighs and belly, groaning myself at the pleasure. On the bed, the hideous coupling of monster and woman was reaching a crescendo. I heard a grunt issue from the creatures black lips, a short, low sound that caused my heart to race. His climax was approaching! I redoubled my efforts at my makeshift masturbation as I heard another moan from his mouth, longer and more forceful than the first. Elizabeth also gave voice to her pleasure as the squeaking of the bed increased in speed. My heart raced as I watched the creature’s buttocks hunch into Elizabeth’s body, powering his penis into areas of her I could never reach. I listened in rapture to her sobbing climaxes, rapid now, and more powerful than any I had ever given her. Harder and faster, he plunged his huge penis into her open, oozing vagina, nearly half of his horse-like length filling her. I rubbed my swollen cock by hunching by hips back and forth as I bent forward on my trapped member, the intense arousal fueling my need to ejaculate. I could make little movement in the position I was tied in, but only a small amount of friction was necessary. I was being driven to climax by the scene before me. The creatures gasping grunts now took on a new urgency, as did the breathless panting of my wife beneath him. Cries of “Oh!” and “Awwhh!” escaped Elizabeth’s parted lips as she doubtless felt the immense cock swell within her. I saw a look of disbelieve and intense pleasure-pain wash over her as suddenly the creature shook as spasm wracked his body. I saw Elizabeth lift her tiny ass to meet his thrust as his orgasm over took him. A long beast-like growl issued from the fiend as he emptied his seed into the deepest reaches of Elizabeth’s womb. I saw nearly three quarters of his penis go into her as they pushed together, Elizabeth sharing his climax with one so intense that the creatures sperm and her own juices were expelled in a gushing stream that wet the mattress and filled the room with the smell of her aroused sex. Having spent himself in her, the creature attempted to withdraw his penis. I watched as he slid back from Elizabeth’s body, but was unable to pull his huge length free of her. Nearly dragging her body down the bed, he grunted and pulled, until finally, with an audible popping sound, his organ, the head now swollen to the size of a man’s fist, pulled loose from it’s fleshy prison. A flood of semen flowed from my beloved’s wrecked cavity. So enlarged was she that, from my vantage point, I could see up into her and could see the opening to her womb. Great quanitities of sperm flowed out to form a puddle on the mattress of my wedding bed. Settling back, the foul fiend looked with amusement at my beloved Elizabeth. She moaned and reached for the fleshy length that had just violated her. I was shocked to see her take it in hand, rubbing and stroking it’s massive stalk and mushrooming head. Her hands were too small to circumvent it’s girth. Releasing his cock and placing her hands on the creature’s chest, Elizabeth pushed him back to a prone position on the bed. I was again amazed as I witnessed her rolling on top of his huge, shaggy form and guiding the monster’s penis to her mouth. It was far too large to place in her mouth, so Elizabeth kissed and licked her way up and down the length of it, paying special attention to the swelling glans. Mesmerized, the creature lay motionless for a short time and then responded to her oral administrations by thrusting towards her mouth with his hips. When the organ was restored to it’s full nearly inhuman size, Elizabeth mounted the fiend and sank down on his weapon, impaling herself on it with a loud grunt. I watched as the opening of her vagina stretched over the massive head and then slid on down the veiny stalk. When Elizabeth had lowered herself as far down it as she could, a shudder ran through her petite body as another orgasm overtook her. She paused briefly until it passed and then began to thrust back and forth on the huge cock. With each movement, she moaned and sobbed. My own organ, minuscule by comparison, was by this time leaking profuse amounts of precum onto my lap and thighs, but my climax was unobtainable. I was not able in my bound state to apply enough stimulation to gain release. Faster and harder they coupled as both once again reached fulfillment. Elizabeth sounded barely human as she shrieked from one orgasm to the next, with barely a breath between them. She thrust down hard on the massive length of cock that stretched her to the point of tearing, the mangy fiend beneath her thrust upwards equally hard as his black lips drew back in a savage snarl. I could hear his ragged breathing become gasps as his organ suddenly spasmed in Elizabeth’s belly, filling her with his sperm once again. I watched as the vile fluid leaked from her, oozing past the thick penis that was plugging her opening with its girth. At the sight of his lust spewing forth, my own penis quivered and shot its fluid forth, nearly causing me to pass out from the force of my orgasm. The white stream shot across the room and landed on Elizabeth’s back as she threw her head back in a convulsion of ecstasy. Slumping forward, Elizabeth stayed impaled upon his length. I saw how she quivered around it, her intimate flesh pulsating with orgasm after orgasm. Her rippling vagina forced the softening penis from her depths as she continued to experience after-cums. I witnessed the large head being expelled from her, exiting with a pop and a fresh wash of sperm. It appeared as if nearly a quart of the monsters seed was released, so great was the deluge from her. It hung in strings from the stretched lips of her vagina, which were obsenely opened. My beloved Elizabeth! Would my own organ ever serve her again? Surely, the fiend had ruined her for me, so distended was her sex! Yet, at the same time, I desired to enter her, as the creature had done, and release my again growing lust into her. Laying her head on the creatures massive chest, Elizabeth slid her hands down to her crotch, down to the site of their unholy union, to her reamed sex and its fluid dripping lips, which now were open like a double stable door. She rubbed the opening where the creatures large penis had penetrated her and where his fluids still remained. I saw her fingers slide into her cavity and then back out as if in disbelief at the events that had occured. She rubbed herself again across her mound and then inserted her hand inside her self. As deep as her wrist it went, and with ease she took it. Upon removal, it was coated with the beast’s sperm, which she proceeded to rub into her breats and then, moving her hand to her face, lick. Long strings of the thick fluid hung from her lips as she ate the vile seed of the fiend. He looked at me, his leering grin cutting through my soul like a knife. My wife was his, and his alone. “As I forewarned, so it is, my creator.” The huge shaggy head was now just inches from my face, it’s leering grin a mockery of my humiliation. “Live and know I have had mt revenge.” With that, the creature, my creation, pulled on his garments and left the room. I listened as his footsteps faded to nothing before I attempted to free myself of my bonds. The ropes were old and supple and yielded very slightly, but my desire to be free of my restraints was great and with much effort, loosed myself. My wrists were scrapped and raw, but I paid little heed. My sole desire was my bride, now swooning and motionless on our honeymoon bedding. I cradled Elizabeth in my arms. She was limp, but moaning softly. I could smell the sex on her, the sharp smell of fresh semen, and her own passionate scent. My lust was still great, and my penis still erect. I laid my senseless cousin on our bed and spreading her legs, crawled between them and entered her. Her sex was dilated and offered no resistance to my entry. I plunged full in, and felt the great space within her that I could not fill. My only sensation was the incredible heat radiating from her orifice and the slippery ooze of the fiends fluids, which dripped from her sex. I exploded into her as soon as I was completely in. Her eyes snapped open as my penis expelled it’s lust within her, drenching her cavernous cunny with my load, miniscule though by comparison with the ones delivered prior. Her eyes locked on mine and with horror I heard her rasp these words, “Your seed is useless to me for I am already with child. The child of your creation grows within me. I am no longer yours, dear husband.” With that, Elizabeth pushed me away and rolled to her side and resumed her seemingly senseless state. I was overcome with dread at what had transpired, and knew that she had spoken the truth. My creature had taken the ultimate revenge, cuckholding me on my wedding night and impregnating my wife. At this thought, an even deeper fear overtook me. His child! The godless fiend had sired a child. It must not be born! For the sake of future generations, I must end the demonous gestation. Nearly senseless with rage, I threw my self upon Elizabeth, hands circling her white throat, fingers crushing her flesh inward as the life was strangled out of her. In minutes, the deed was done, but still I held on, choking the lifeless body as if I could some how kill her even more. Finally, I regained my senses enough to realize what I had done. Murder! I had to hide her corpse. The old inn had many exits and it was no problem to wrap her limp body in a rug and carry it out a back doorway. I quickly found the waterfront and a rowboat unattended. An hours row and I found some heavy stones with which I weighted the body of my spouse and then rowed to a deep area, where I pushed her remains overboard. I left that night for Genova, swearing revenge on my misbegotten creature, vowing to hunt him to the ends of this earth and on to the next. This is the tale told to me by Dr. Frankenstein, shortly before his passing and I fear that it is truthful in everyway. The doctor killed his wife not the creature as I had previously written and I believe that that act had driven the man completely insane, insanity cured only by death. And of the creature? Of him there has been no report. Does he live on to this day or did he perish in the frozen waste? God alone knows Capt. Robert Walton, retired. Hampton-upon-the-Bay, 18-- Frankenstein's Castle A knock came at my door shortly after nine in the morning. I looked out the window from my upstairs room. Delivery truck in the driveway. Hmm? I didn't order anything? I was just getting ready to hop in the shower after a long shift at work and didn't want to run downstairs to answer the door. Maybe they would go away thinking I was not at home, or they would leave whatever it was they were delivering, at the door. I was ready for a long hot shower, a shave, and a few hours of sleep. I had just come off a twenty-four hour shift at the firehouse. We didn't have a single call until three o'clock in the morning. Nothing good happens at 3am, and this was no exception. Some called it the 'bewitching hour', or 'the devils hour' because it seemed that bad things happened at three in the morning. Last night was certainly no different. Some call it 'tragedy', I call it 'job security'. It seemed that stupid people came alive at that hour and I usually met them when they've gone and wrapped their car around a telephone pole or rolled off a cliff. Those people who drink and drive? Those are the one's I call, "Stuck on Stupid." This morning however, we had a fire, a semi-tractor-trailer hauling some hay, over heated its brakes. Hay fires really stunk, cotton bails, manure and hay...they just stunk and I stunk. Who ever the person was at the door, man or woman, didn't need to get a whiff of me right now. No, they could just come back later. "BAM, BAM, BAM." I live in a small town, where everyone knows everyone...and usually everyone's business. Ours was a town where you could leave doors and windows unlocked. In fact, I can't recall the last time I locked my doors for anything. Even during two week hunting trip to Alaska, I left the house open. The neighborhood kids liked to come over and play 'X-Box', (I'm the reigning 'Halo2' leader in town,) and they felt that while I was gone, they could hone there skills. They're parents would also come over and either chat, borrow, or just veg out and talk. My house, or home, has swinging doors. My refrigerator always stocked. My satellite TV paid up. I trusted my neighbors and they trusted me. The annoying person knocked again. My eye's rolled to the back of my head in frustration. "Come on in,...I'm in the shower." I yelled downstairs. I had just stepped into the shower, not completely wet yet. "BAM, BAM, BAM!" This time there was some urgency to the knocking. "Argh!" Stepping out of the shower, I put on a rob and went downstairs. What in the world does this person want? As I neared the door, I began to wonder if it was some emergency. It wasn't uncommon for a friendly neighbor to pay a visit for some reason or another to ask for a Band-Aid rather than call 9-1-1. I usually had a large first-aid kit on hand for that very reason. If it was more serious, then I could at least stabilize the person and then call 9-1-1. "Bang, bang, bang!" "Scrud, chill out a minute...I'm coming!" As I came down the spiral stairs I looked out the window. A white delivery truck had parked out front. I knew the delivery lady for years. She was my High School math teacher. Mrs. Jones. She had a way about her that reminded me of the dark ages. If I got a math problem wrong, I would often get a rap on the head with a wooden ruler. After I came back after twenty years from working as a firefighter in Phoenix, she had retired and worked as a local delivery driver. Mrs. Jones knew I left the doors open and she never felt like she could just barge in and leave a package unless I signed for it. Too much 'by the book' for my taste. Only this time it didn't sound like Mrs. Jones' knocking. Frail, arthritic hands can't bang like that. Which is what started worrying me...If it was Mrs. Jones...she's in a world of hurt. "Bam, Bam, Bam!" "Alright, alright, keep yer' panty hose on" as I neared the door. Suddenly the front door flew open, a young woman handed me a medium sized packed, "Where's the bathroom?" All I could do was point. She looked like she was in pain and I was not about to prolong her agony by asking twenty questions. She darted for the bathroom on the balls of her feet. She must have really needed to go, hence the reason for the insistent pounding on the front door to get in. Heck, if she had known me, she could have walked on in, left the package, taken a Coke from the refrigerator and thus save her any possible embarrassment. I could wait for introductions when she came out. I went to the kitchen and double tied my robe. I didn't want any stranger catching a glimpse of something and ruin any chance of a friendship occurring. Grabbing a knife from the drawer, I began opening the package. Thoughts crossed my mind as to what it might contain. There was nothing that came to my mind that I had ordered and my birthday was in July, not October. A letter in the box was sealed with a dark red waxy substance. I had seen these old fashioned methods of sealing envelopes from the Victorian age, or earlier part of this country. Those early settlers didn't have peel and seal envelopes to enjoy. Rather, each family had it's signature crest in which they dripped hot wax to the back of an envelope and then pressing their 'mark' on the wax, showed it was sealed by the sender and unopened while in transition. I began to wonder at a possible prank that my buddies at the fire house were conjuring up. Every year at Halloween, which is my favorite holiday. Cracking open the wax, I opened the large envelope. It was an invitation to 'Castle Frankenstein' for a reading of a "Will". "Castle Frankenstein?" I started laughing. My surprise guest soon appeared from the bathroom, a little red in the face, but with a slower, more relaxed gate. "Sorry for rushing in like that, I couldn't hold it any longer and almost had an accident on your front porch." "No problem," I offered her a Coke. "If you ever need a pit stop, my doors are always open." "Thanks." Both for the offer and for the drink. "What is that?" "I think it's a prank my buddies from my old firehouse in Phoenix are trying to pull on me." I removed the box from the package. It was an elaborate box. About the size of a toaster oven. Twelve inches long, six inches high and equal in depth. It had a shiny black leather feel with impeccable metal carvings for the corners, rear hinges and front clasp. There was a small key hole. "Did this come with a key of some kind?" "I don't think so, this was the only package that I think I had for you today." "Hmm, well I guess I won't be able to open it then." "That's too bad, I was hoping to see what was in the box." I examined the box on all sides. It would have been easy to crack it open with a hammer and a screwdriver, but after looking at the artwork and skill that went into making such a box, I chose not too. "Maybe the 'boys' sent the key separately. Halloween is still a while off, maybe they to add to the suspense." "I hope I am working when it comes. I'm dying of curiosity." "You know what they say, 'Curiosity killed the cat'. "Yeah, but satisfaction brought her back." I looked into her eye's and we locked. I had finally taken time to notice just how beautiful she was. All I caught before was a uniform and a dark head of hair streak past me. Now I saw a slender young lady of about 30. Olive toned skin, high cheekbones, dark brown eyes. Her hair trailed to her hips in a long braid. Her uniform was typical, but sure looked good on her. She stuck out her arm. "I'm sorry, my name is Valeria, you can call me Val." "Valeria...beautiful name for a beautiful lady." She smiled. "And you are?" She looked at her clip board, "Mr. Love?" I was becoming mesmerized. "Uh, oh, yes...that's me. Sorry. You can call me Pete." I shook her hand. It was a little cold, but then it was fall and it was a little cold in the house. "Well, I'll tell you what. If you get anymore packages for me, feel free to come on over and we can open this prank together." "Are you sure it's a prank?" "I've seen a lot of weird stuff in my day and I don't believe there was ever a 'Frankenstein' castle. Yeah, I think it's a prank. My buddies and I go way back on playing jokes on one another. They teased me when I bought this house last year because the realtor said it was 'haunted'. I raised my hands and waved them in a mocking manner. "You don't believe in ghosts?" "Oh, I do, I do...I just don't believe this place is haunted." I looked at her and realized I could smell myself and I feared she could smell me too. "Hey look, I've got a shower waiting for me upstairs and I probably stink to high heaven. We had a fire last night and..." She smiled. "I get the hint." She motioned toward her truck. "I have more deliveries to make anyway. Don't wanna get fired." "No, we don't want that." I added. "I hope to see you later with the key." "Yes, the key." She excused herself and I watched her drive off to her next destination. I must have fallen asleep after the shower. It was dark when I awoke. As it usually gets in October. I got up, put on some sweats and a tee shirt, combed my hair and went downstairs to fix something to eat. The clock toned six o'clock. Clicking on the television, I watched the evening news on FOX while I started to fix something for dinner. After that fire, I felt like a nice juicy steak and potatoes meal. Try to regain some protein. A car pulled up. With the evening shadows and darkness, I couldn't see who it was. I chopped some vegetables as I waited. I smiled inside hoping my Halloween pranks were in working order. Setting up a timer for the evenings, when the little 'trick or treaters' came to the door they were met with a fun surprise. Just then, I heard the shrill of a screaming cat, then a howl of a wolf. I rigged a sheet with a skull on a string to whip past anyone who was at the door. This was followed by a tiny scream...the scream came from the guest. I laughed aloud and walked to the screen door. Valeria standing on the porch with a small envelope. "Hi" "Hi yourself...that thing is awful." "Yes, it does sorta catch you off guard doesn't it. Come on in. Have you eaten, I'm just starting dinner." "You cook?" "Every firemen cooks or he goes hungry." "I'm impressed." "Wait until you taste it, you might want to change your mind." "You seem to be healthy enough, so it must be good." I wasn't quite sure how to take that comment. I always ate good, exercised, and did Tai Chi in the morning. Other than the occasional chicken wing, I was as healthy as a horse. I looked into her eyes, they looked inviting. She looked inviting. "I have another delivery for you. It came late and I thought it might be the key to that box you received." "You have dinner with me, and we'll open it together." She looked into my eyes with a glimmer of hope. "That's nice of you, but won't your wife be upset?" "Not married. You?" "No, not married, not even attached. Always the brides maid, never the bride as they say." "If you don't throw up at my culinary skills, I would be happy to cook dinner for you." "It's a date." I threw another steak on the grill. "How do you like your steak?" "Rare." "Rare?" "Yes, rare." "Okay." "How do you like your steak?" "Not so rare, I like my meat thoroughly cooked." "Opposites attract I hear?" I looked over my shoulder to see a smile form in the corners of her mouth. Almost a mischievous smile. I could hardly take my eye's off of her. She was breathtaking. White button up blouse, faded jeans, and sandals. He hair, where earlier in a long braid, was now loose and flowing. I might be a little naïve in the realm of women, but she looked as if she prepared for this evening. Heck, she'd probably had the key all the time and waited to see if I would invite her over for dinner. Women were sure tricky creatures. Not that I was complaining. Valeria could trick me all she wanted and I wouldn't care. We made small talk. I served her dinner, poured some apple cider and lit a fire in the fire place to chase away the chill. I learned a lot about her, and she learned a few things about me. I kept steering the conversation back to her. I felt like I had known her, met her once before. She was as comfortable to me as if we were long lost friends that met again after a long absence. She said she was from Romania. Transylvania to be exact and moved to America to expand her horizons. She ended up in this little town to take the summer off and enjoy the mountains. She decided to stay around for a while after getting to know the towns people. I was glad of that. I asked her if she was a vampiress, after all, stories of 'Transylvania' and all. "Want me to show you?" She licked her lips in a sensual way then let out a laugh. "Maybe I should have sprinkled some garlic on that steak." "Maybe you should have." She raised one eyebrow and tilted her head forward. "Hey, I'm dying to see what's in that box. Can we open it?" "I'm tellin' you, it's just a practical joke from my buddies. For all I know, it's a blow up doll with fangs glued onto it." "That's a pretty nice looking box for a blow up doll." "Well, one way to find out...still...it seems odd that they would send such an expensive trick..." "I'll tell you what, if it's a trick, then I will give you a treat." "Now you're really starting to scare me. You sure you're not a Vampire?" Valeria raised her hands in the air and let out a shrill laugh. "Eee, hee hee hee!" "That's a Witch laugh, not a Vampire laugh...Vampires don't laugh, they just make slurping sounds." "Okay then....'Sluuuurp!" I don't know how she did it, but that was the grossest sounding slurp I had ever heard. "That's gross." "I thought you were a fireman, aren't firemen supposed to have strong stomach's?" "Not all of us. Let's go open that box." We took our plates to the sink and I brought the box down from the shelf. Opening the envelope, I slid out the skeleton key. Holding it up for her to see, "Oooh, scary!" "What's so scary about a key?" "Why, it's a 'skeleton key'...." She gave me a wry grin. I slid in the key into the key hole ever so slowly. Valeria leaned forward. I turned it slightly. She leaned closer, "AAAH!" I let out a yell. She screamed and bolted upright. I laughed and slid off my chair. "Oh, you're going to get it..." "I hope so." I finished turning the key to the right and the box opened slightly. A mist of white dust emerged with a whoosh of air. You could have heard a pin drop. Val offered her hand to me as we looked over at the box. I stood and reached for the box and lightly touched it. Nothing happened. I opened it further and found a bright red stone in the center of the box. It was surrounded by a dark velvet cloth that lined the interior of the box. "Wow!" A scroll was beside the stone. I lifted the scroll and read it. "Bring this stone as a sign of your heritage and birthright." "Can I touch it?" "Sure, it's just a plastic rock. These guys are great." "This doesn't look or feel plastic Peter, it's heavy. Here." She handed me the stone. As I touched it, there was a flash of light and then darkness. * * * I awoke with my head spinning. "What happened?" "Welcome!" It was a voice I was not familiar with. It was male, mature and smooth sounding. I detected a strange dialect. My mind swam and I imagined the likes of Bela Lagosi in the room. I couldn't move. I was strapped to a long table. My vision cleared and I noticed various strange electronic devices on the wall, on the floor and directly above me. "What happened?" "You had an accident, you are...(he paused to add emphases) recovering." "Where am I?" "You are home my boy, you are home." The thunder cracked. I was dreaming right? Right? I looked around. Lightning flashed and lit up the room. It was not my room. I was laying on a four poster bed with some kind of netting surrounding me. I was hearing voices in my head. "He will heal my dear, it takes time." "But it's been two weeks daddy." Two weeks for what. My head spun around. Pain filled my body as I tried to move. Another flash of lightning and I saw fresh stitches in my arms and hands. I pulled back the sheets the covered me and waited for the next flash of light. "Aagh!" Then the door opened and a flicker of flame lit several torches on the wall and illuminated the room. Valeria and an unknown man stood before me. "Good Evening Peter." Came the smooth voice from the man. "I see that you are awake." "What the heck happened to me?" Valeria came over to me and sat on the bed. "You had an accident Peter. You were...you were." She ran out of the room crying. I looked up at the man standing before me. "She is very attached to you my boy. It pains her to see you in such a state. You see, you were involved in an accident and died from many wounds." "Then how?" "I brought you here to Castle Frankenstein to offer you a new life." "A new life?" "I had to do what I could to repair your broken body my dear boy. In time you will be strong again and be as good as new." "How did I get here?" "The red stone I sent you. It was a gate for you to come home." "Home? Where exactly is this place?" "You are in Romania." Now I was really confused. "Don't think I am not appreciative of what you've done for me Sir..." "My name is Vladimere, you may call me Vlad, or if you prefer, Doctor Frankenstein." Lightning flashed again, loud thunder rolled through the sky as if on cue. "When you are ready, you may dress and join us for dinner." He was gone before the next flash of lightning as if he never stood in the room. I was dreaming, I had to be dreaming. When I moved however, the pain assured me that I was in deed awake. My hunger pains also told me that I was awake. I tore off the sheet covering me and I gasped. I looked down and saw a swelling that I had never seen before. "I can't go downstairs with THAT!" My stomach growled. An internal war was waging and hunger overcame any embarrassing factor I might have with this new girth. I reached for my sweat pants and pulled them on..gently. I dressed as much as I could and went downstairs. Doctor Frankenstein sat at the end of the table with Valeria seated next to him. A chair sat opposite her and I sat there. Valeria kept her brow downward and wouldn't look at me in the eye. "Hello Val." "Hello Peter. I hope you are feeling better." "I am now." A smile formed at the corners of her mouth. She had a sweet smile. I was sure it could melt butter on a winters day. A servant soon appeared and brought large trays of food. It was truly amazing to see the amount of food that was brought before us. Pheasant, Turkey, Lamb. Fruits and vegetables of various kinds. Breads and fresh wines lined the table as well. "Please my boy, eat. Tell me if you like my new recipe for cooking pheasant." "You don't have to tell ME twice...thank you Sir." I should have had better manners, but my stomach was screaming for something to digest. I reached for a leg of pheasant and began to devour it with wanton desire. It tasted like nothing I had ever had. It was a unique flavor that I couldn't place. If I ever got back to the fire house, I would have to cook this for the boys. There was also a new sensation. I could feel the effects of the food as if it were healing me with every bite. The more I ate, the better I felt. It was incredible. "Our food has special additives my boy, I am quite positive you are feeling those effects even now." "Yes Sir, I believe I am. What ever it is, I wish I could bottle it and use it back home. The fella's at the firehouse would die for this." "Really?" He smiled. "Interesting use of words my boy." Frankenstein's Castle I missed the glance that Valeria gave her father. Doctor Frankenstein, 'Vlad' had cleared his throat and began to explain what had transpired and why I was in such a state. I only half listened to him. My attention was divided between the food and Valeria's beauty, both were intoxicating to me. She looked lovely in her white gown. He hair was in a braid again. She ate daintily before me. I could sense Doctor Frankenstein watching the action between myself and Val. He seemed pleased. "I long for a grandson Peter." Came his comment without any announcement. He lifted a grape to his mouth. I about choked on my pheasant. Was he reading my mind now? Okay, so my thoughts betrayed me. Val was lovely, she was more than lovely, she was breathtaking. Something inside me quivered and would like nothing more than to be with her, to impregnate her with my seed. But I was afraid, number one...would my physical status allow me that simple pleasure anymore? "Yes." Offered Vlad as he popped another blood red grape into his waiting mouth. "You are to be with Valeria and bring sons into this house." He said it with almost an authoritative manner, like I had no control over the matter. I felt a little rebel in my begin to surface. "What about daughters?" I lifted a goblet to my mouth and washed down the last bite of pheasant. I looked over the rim of the goblet to see his expression. Vlad looked at me strangely. He popped another grape into his mouth, chewed quickly, then swallowed. "Yes, yes, okay, daughters too." He looked wryly at Val, " I have a difficult time telling my little girls 'no'. He looked at me, then back at Valeria with a fatherly look, yet I could tell it was filled with immense love for her. "Thank you daddy." Came a whisper from her mouth. "You see Peter, I have a weakness. I love my daughters and this daughter loves you very much. When you were hurt, she pleaded with me to heal you. SO, I brought you here, and...well...you are feeling better already, are you not?" "Yes, I am feeling much better. I owe you for your services Sir." "You can repay me by having a grandson to spoil." He patted me on the shoulder. After dinner, I went back to my room and I faded off to sleep while sitting in an arm chair in front of the large fire, effects of the food no doubt, and a comfortable chair. A knock came at the door around midnight and Valeria entered. Her flowing gown fluttered. She came gliding toward me, seemingly without even touching the floor. The wood crackled in the large fireplace. The room was warm and inviting. "You are beautiful Valeria." "Thank you Peter. You are my love and I am so thankful that you are alive." "I have your father to thank for that." "Yes, you do. And I am here to help you fulfill your debt to him." Valeria knelt before me as I sat in the large overstuffed chair before the crackling fire. My robe was slightly open to her and she could see my manhood. I drew her to my lap and she sat upon me. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and head. I ran my hands down her soft delicate arms. A wisp of hair fell in front of her left eye and I brushed it aside. "Do you like my hair Peter?" "Yes, yes I do, but not when it covers your beautiful face." She smiled. "You say the sweetest things my darling." "I only speak truth my love, you truly are beautiful." Our eyes met and we drank deeply from one another. I was mesmerized by her looks, her eyes were piercing right into my soul. If I could move, I would have. I wanted to lean forward to kiss her. As I tried, I could not. I felt powerless, frozen in place to simply gaze upon her being. She was in charge it seemed, of course she was in charge. Her beauty and gentleness suspended me from any movement. I was fearful that any movement I might make would destroy the mood. "DO you love me, Peter?" "How could I not? You are the very essence of my being. I could not live without you by my side." "I vow myself to you my love." "and I to you." She leaned forward and bowed her head to mine. Our lips brushed ever so tenderly. Her lips were moist, glossy, and they tasted sweet to my own. We held in this moment before I felt a parting of her lips and her tongue brushing against my own moistened lips. She parted my lips in a probing, inviting manner. I reciprocated by opening my mouth to invite her in. Our tongues met and I felt a flood of warmth fill my entire being. It was warmer than even the fire could have allowed. She sighed and relaxed deeper into my arms. Her body next to mine felt natural, it felt good and I wanted this moment to last forever. Her hand moved down my side, and then onto my thigh. "Touch me Peter, I want you to touch all of me." I moved my hand to the small of her back and stroked her. "Will you lay with me Peter?" Came a whisper from her sweet lips into my baited ear. Her voice sounded heavenly, even in a whisper. In one motion, I picked her up from off my lap and laid her upon the soft bear rug before the fire place. I parted her white gown to expose her firm breasts. I kissed between her flesh. She arched her back to welcome my advances. I glided my right hand along her left thigh. I moved to one of her nipples. Lightly touching it with my fingers, I leaning forward and softly bit her nipple. She pulled my head closer to her breast and drank deeply from her bosom. She let out a cry and pulled me closer to her. I fell upon her, continuing to suck on her swollen nipples. Our hands explored, searched and found pleasure in exploring one another. She parted my robe and moved beneath me. She began to run her tongue along my growing member. I flinched at first, not knowing if there would be pain or not. The more she licked, the better I felt. No pain entered my body, not an ounce. I felt alive, very alive. I moved over her and tasted her sweet nectar. She tasted as sweet as the wine I had enjoyed earlier in the evening...only this taste, this taste brought a better sensation. Entwined, we licked, tasted and drank one another to fulfillment. "I can't take it anymore, I need you inside of me." I picked her up with a new strength I had never felt before. I lay on my back and lowered her upon me. I teased her opening as I parted her. I heard cooing from her, and she tried to pull herself down around me and force me inside her. "I need to feel you inside me my love." "As you wish." I lowered her, a little at a time. An inch, then withdrew, another inch, then withdrew until finally I entered her completely. Her lips parted and took me in. A shudder came across her and she sighed with pleasure. "Oh, thank you my darling, you fill me so." Her hips swayed forward, then to one side. She gyrated back and forth. I reached forward between her thighs and rubbed her hood. Electricity shot through her as the rubbing and swaying intensified. Her left hand found her breast and she tweaked her own nipple. Her right hand fell across her other breast. It was sensual to please her, to watch her please herself, and combine the two for unyielding pleasure. I sat up and pulled her closer to me, I put my mouth between her breasts and tasted her soft skin. She rocked back and forth and each time I thrust forward, the insides of her vagina squeezed tighter. Her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me in further, wanting me to stay buried. This was stimulating the nerves of her canal to a greater extent. Her cries of pleasure filled the room. Each time I pulled back, I reached down with my finger and teased her hood, it exited her even more. When I pushed forward again, the head shoved straight through her cervix into her womb, stretching her, filling her like never before. Valeria was having a small orgasms each time I buried deeply into her. She was in sheer pleasure as she bucked her hips up to meet my thrusts. The operation that Vlad had performed had not only doubled my size, it made me last longer than I had ever lasted before. I don't know what he did, or how he did it, but I sure hoped for a son to show my appreciation. I thrust at her with the same rapid pace for nearly twenty minutes. I was swelling even more and more. I felt so thick that there was a difficulty in moving it through her tightened muscles. I buried deeper, she flexed her legs and we held it there as we began spasming together. A large amount of sperm struck Valeria's womb. There was so much, she felt it's heat between her legs. Her entire body shook as I triggered an immense orgasm. She continued to buck and I sent hot seed deep inside her, prolonging her orgasm. I had swollen so big I couldn't pull it out of her cervix. The large amount of sperm was now trapped in her fertile womb for the five minutes it took for me to finally begin to shrink. She was in a state of disbelief. She now lay perfectly still on her back. Her legs spread wide. She had never felt this warm, sensual liquid inside her before. It was a hot, inviting, and truly incredible feeling. "I think we should do it again just to make sure I get pregnant." Peter laughed, which caused Valeria to laugh too. She was satiated and she found herself thinking this was the night of nights and she would cherish it the remainder of her days. When she allowed her child to suck, she would remember the combined love they shared. "Peter? Peter, wake up!" I felt a gentle tug on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to find daylight shinning through my bedroom window. Gregg was standing over me. "Hey man, what happened to you?" I looked around the room and found myself back in my own home. It had all been a dream. "I tried to call you man, we've been trying to call you all morning." It was one of my firefighters from the station. "Chief told me to get over hear and check up on you." "My head." "Yeah, you got quite a goose egg back here pal. You wanna go to the hospital?" "No, I think I'll be okay. Just get me an aspirin or something." "Do you remember anything?" "Yeah, I remember hopping in the shower, then the door, then this girl, she brought a package and it was some red stone..." The Gregg looked pale. "What?" "You saw Valeria didn't you?" "You know about her?" "Dude, we all know about her, but up until now, no one has ever seen her." "Who is she?" I got up and put instant cold pack on my head. "She's the ghost that lives here. We told you this place was haunted. The rumor says that when she meets the right man, she will appear and then have his child since she couldn't have children when she was alive." Gregg handed him a couple of Aspirin and Pete swallowed them with a glass of water. "Hey, you sure you're gonna be okay? I don't want you in the hospital on the day of your Halloween party tonight." "I'll be okay. I'll get some rest and hope these Aspirin do the trick. Tell the Chief that the party is still on for tonight." "Alright, but if you need anything, give us a call and we'll bring the crew over and help hang more decorations." "Yeah, why don't you do that. Come back in a few hours." "Okay, see ya' later man." Gregg left and I could hear his truck speed off. Soon after Gregg left, I heard the breaks from a delivery truck squeal as it pulled outside of my house. A young woman with long black hair began walking towards the house. She was carrying a package... "Hello?" "Hello, my name is Valeria, I have a package for you."