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Monster's Mate Ch. 01

By: LadyDiMera



"This shall be the most lucrative invention I have come up with yet, Boris!" 

The Mad Scientist guffawed loudly as he pulled frantically at the chained pulley system, lowering the metal slab from the rooftop opening of his laboratory. After having been struck by several bolts of lightning, his experiment should nearly be reaching its conclusion. And he was damned glad of it too, for the sexual frustration of the last few months was starting to kill him.

Upon the metal slab lay the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, luminous and naked, her limbs bound down with metal clamps. The Mad Scientist grinned with anticipation as he gazed upon her in glee. Oh, yes, she would suit his purposes quite nicely. No monster would be able to see such a female without wanting to fuck her senseless. With her blonde long locks, her slight figure with voluptuous curves and her big blue eyes, she appeared to be just the sort of fragile beauty that all of the cretins of the world craved.

"We picked out the most suitable corpse to bring back to life, Boris!" the Mad Scientist raved in a self-congratulatory manner. "What luck we had to have found this exquisite woman wandering the streets of Transylvania all alone! It is a shame we had to go through that distasteful business of raping and murdering her first before putting our scheme in motion, but no plan is foolproof."

"You are a genius, Master!" Boris, his hunchbacked servant, answered back, lust gleaming in his eyes as he stared at the creature.

"We must give our ravishing beauty a name. Lucinda, I think, that is a fairly fuckable name, don't you think so?"

"Very fuckable, Master!"

"Yes, much more fuckable than Mina or Christine or Elizabeth...yes, she shall be called Lucinda!"

The two men approached her naked body, strapped down upon the metal slab.

"Such a precious treasure..." the Mad Scientist mused, in love with his creation already. 

The Mad Scientist ran a finger down the line of her perfectly proportioned cheek. Her facial features were so well sculpted that she could have been a porcelain doll. Her ivory skin was soft and flawless. And her body inspired sin. In his experience, he found that most monsters craved women who were 'built', for lack of a more dignified phrase. Therefore, he was quite pleased with this woman's large breasts and plush hips. And she also had a nice lush ass that was just right to cradle a beastly cock in.

"Feel her tits, Boris. Are they not delicious?"

His servant did not need to be told twice. Enthusiastically, Boris grabbed at her luscious breasts with both hands and started squeezing at them as if he were milking a cow.

"Not too much pressure!" the Mad Scientist cautioned. "We do not want to damage the merchandise, do we? No one will want her if she is all bruised."

Boris made an effort to soften his touch, rubbing at her pink nipples with his fingertips until they erected with excitement.

"Are they not a pleasant weight and texture?"

"She has quite a rack!" Boris giggled, practically drooling as he jiggled her breasts in his hands. "Might I taste them, Master?"

"Why not?" the Mad Scientist shrugged. He could afford to be a bit generous with her. And Boris had been a great help to him.

Boris suckled hungrily at the woman's nipples until the wet buds were large and swollen.

Experimentally, the Mad Scientist slipped his fingers between her legs, testing out her folds. Even in her state of unconsciousness, she was wonderfully responsive to touch. Copiously flowing juice was already flowing out of her vagina.

"Aahh...sometimes I shock myself with my own brilliance," he gasped as he felt himself grow as hard as a rock, plunging his fingers into her warm passage. "We will make a fortune from her, Boris."

Unclamping her from the slab, the Mad Scientist carried her to a specially designed chair. With her wrists chained high above her head and her thighs spread apart as widely as they could go, she was in the position he wanted as he adjusted the seat to where her vulnerable thatch lined right up with his cock while he was standing.

"Now to test out my newest creature."

Taking his manhood out of his pants, he began to work his way into her spread pussy. He leaned against her, unable to help himself from planting kisses all along her neck and shoulders as he relished in the feel of her tight womanhood. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he tweaked her nipples playfully.

Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her blue irises, as he began to thrust into her.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty..." he crooned with ecstasy as he rhythmically rocked against her. "Your Master has been waiting for you."

"Master..." she gasped in a childlike voice, writhing against him as she looked into his eyes with endearing innocence.

"That is right. I am your Master, Lucinda. Do you like it when your Master fucks you?"

"Oh, very much, Master."

When he slipped his hand between them and began to rub at her clit with a fingertip, she moaned in soft little sighs as a shy smile played upon her lips.

"Boris!" the Mad Scientist called out frantically as he kept pumping away in his invention, just barely staying in control. "Turn up the lever with the red handle..."

"Which one, Master?" Boris asked while rubbing at his own cock furiously.

"The one with the 'libido' label on it..."

Boris obeyed, limping over to crank the lever up to the highest power.

Suddenly, the creature became wild, thrusting her hips violently up to meet the doctor's own and letting out orgasmic shrieks as she did so. When her pussy gripped upon him like a vice, spasming erratically, the Mad Scientist could not hold out any longer and spurted hotly inside of her with a maniacal laugh.

"Excellent..." he moaned before collapsing upon her naked body, his face buried in her seeping crotch.

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Lucinda was created by the Mad Scientist for two reasons. 

In the first place, he intended to loan her out as a high-priced prostitute to service other frightening creatures around the globe. His wild experiments had almost entirely drained him of his inheritance and he had to refill the family coffers somehow. Being a comely Englishman in his thirties with raven dark hair and sculpted classic features, he had spent too much time frequenting brothels and gaming hells, especially with his upcoming marriage with Elizabeth hovering before him.

In the second place, he needed a mate for his other invention.

The Mad Scientist winced merely at the thought of his humiliating failure with that being. 

The first creature, which he indifferently named the Monster, had not gone off as well as Lucinda had. The Mad Scientist had hoped to create a superhuman but instead wound up with a large ugly giant who had limited learning capacity and tended to indiscriminately kill people. Being assembled from various pieces of dead bodies and his flesh being sewn together in ragged stitches, the Monster was quite grotesque to the eye. How the Mad Scientist hated this creature who was supposed to be his masterpiece! He had tried to kill this poorly formed creature several times, but finally gave up and was resigned to be his caretaker. Still, the Mad Scientist had better hopes for the future. And he was very curious to know if the creature had the ability to procreate. At least then, he would be useful for something.

The Mad Scientist sent Boris to go fetch the Monster. No time like the present to test out how his two creations would respond to each other. Washing Lucinda's naked body off with a sponge, he kept her in her position of bondage on the chair.

When the Monster entered the room, his expression was that of a dead man. And a dead ugly man at that. The Mad Scientist grimaced at the very sight of him. Yet, when the Monster spotted the naked spread eagled female before him, his eyes lit up as he grinned with a boyish smile. Actually, he was not quite so repulsive when he had an expression on his face, the Mad Scientist mused.

"Pretty...woman..." the Monster uttered in broken words.

Awakened at the sound of the unfamiliar guttural voice, Lucinda turned to observe the creature who was stomping up to her. As predicted, she gave out a loud shriek at the sight of him.

The Mad Scientist could not say that he blamed Lucinda for being frightened. The fact that the Monster immediately reached for his extremely large and thick cock and released it from his pants probably did not lessen Lucinda's apprehension. In fact, she looked downright horrified as she gazed upon the appendage, erect and throbbing and pointed right for her. Things were not going well at all as Lucinda's face began to scrunch up and she looked like she was about to burst into tears.

"He is just a poor virgin of a brute, Lucinda," the doctor soothed as he stroked her blonde hair. "There is no need to fear him. I am sure he will be quite a vigorous shag once he has been broken in. After all, I went to quite a bit of trouble to give him such a nice big cock when I assembled him. You will probably like him a lot once you have given him a try."

Clumping over towards her, the Monster immediately rubbed his cock against her pussy, trying to shove it inside of her. She screamed with such ferocity that the Monster became scared, backing away from her and moaning in fright as he ran out of the room.

Pleased that the Monster had left, Lucinda then smiled with naughty pleasure.

"You are being a bad girl, very bad indeed!" the Mad Scientist snarled as he pinched one of her naked breasts, causing her to cry out in pain. "And you've upset your mate by your snobbishness. If you cannot even fuck that poor sod without any trouble, how am I going to rent you out to all of the other creatures I have in store for you? But I have just the thing for tight-assed little misses such as yourself!"

Releasing her from the chair, the Mad Scientist grabbed her about the waist and hauled her onto the laboratory table face down. Along with Boris's help, her wrists were bound to the sides of the table as her hips were placed upon a wooden box with her thighs spread wide. 

He shoved a vibrating dildo into her pussy, making sure that the extension of it was nestled snugly against her clit. It was the precise measurements for his purposes, large enough to keep her stimulated but too small for her to find any sort of satisfaction from the instrument. Pressing the switch, her body began to twitch spastically at the intense ticklish sensations as she made soft keening sounds.

"This is what happens to bad girls who do not follow my orders," he warned, turning up the vibrations by her clit a notch higher. "Now you shall stay like this and think about what you are missing. And then maybe my monster shall give you another chance." 

"Unnhhh....Ohhhh...Please, Master...don't leave me like this..." she squealed. "I'll be good..."

But her cries were to no avail as the Mad Scientist had already left.

"Pllleaaasssseeee...Maaasssttteeerrr..."

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Lucinda was in a state of confusion. She could not remember anything at all of her life before being awakened to the feel of being fucked by her Master. Yet, there were glimpses of some sort of previous memories. She knew enough to know that she should be horribly ashamed about what was happening to her.

The other man, the ugly little hunchback named Boris, laughed cruelly once her Master left. He turned up the vibration to its highest power and thrust it in and out of her vagina, fucking her with it and torturing her clit repeated. He slid his cock between her ass cheeks and spunked between them. She suspected he did not dare go as far as to bugger her because he might make the Master angry. Washing her ass off with icy cold water, he then left her alone in her misery, twitching with unfulfilled lust.

She did not know if it was hours or only minutes, but the time seemed to drag on forever as the vibrator whirred away inside of her. She felt her vagina trying to clamp down on the dildo, but it simply wasn't thick enough. It merely tickled and teased her into intense stimulation without any relief at all. She could not sleep or come...all she could do was suffer and sweat in frustration.

Oh, if only she could come! At this point, she cared little about anything else.

Then she heard large clumpy footsteps behind her.

"My...woman..." 

She knew the voice although she could not see the large behemoth behind her. And she was too scared to even scream.

But she was incredibly grateful when he withdrew the vibrating apparatus away from her pussy and threw it across the room where it smashed against the wall of the laboratory with electric sparks.

He huddled behind her, grasping onto her breasts as he began to push his large monster cock enter her from behind. Oh, he was so large that he would tear her apart! Yet she did not tear, but simply stretched around the appendage, waves of pleasure reverberating through her pussy at his thrusting movements. That cock that had so frightened her before was now the source of instant relief as she clamped her muscles about him hungrily, milking him with her pussy. He squeezed her tits roughly as he pounded into her. Perhaps if she were not in such a desperate state, he would have been hurting her. But as it was, she could only grunt in appreciative moans of pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her. So great was her climax that she felt as if she were going to faint.

After the Monster had spent inside of her with a large roar, he tore off the metal clamps that trapped her and carried her naked exhausted body into his chamber. She remembered little else but sleeping in cozy comfort next to his gigantic frame. 

Monster's Mate Ch. 02



Ch 2 – The Phantom

The Mad Scientist awoke to the most ghastly noises imaginable! Donning an expensive red silk smoking jacket, pajamas and house slippers, he rushed about his castle, searching for the source of the noise. When reaching the laboratory, he found to his dismay that Lucinda was missing, her clamps broken and torn in shards along the floor. His instrument of torture, the not-quite-large-enough vibrator was still whirring busily along the other side of the room.

It did not take much more deduction to figure out where she was.

Reaching the Monster's chamber, he entered to see the big behemoth sprawled out on the floor naked. He was the source of the horrible groaning sounds as he roared out in sexual pleasure repeatedly. Lucinda was naked and riding the Monster's cock like a stallion. The Mad Scientist felt irrationally jealous as he watched the beauty bouncing upon the beast with vigor, her head thrust back in ecstasy. The Monster's large hands were clasped about her buttocks, urging her to ride him harder and faster. Both creatures shrieked with ungodly cries as they came at the same time.

After the show was over, Lucinda collapsed upon the Monster in exhaustion, a satisfied smile upon her face.

"Well, I am so glad that you two are obviously getting along so much better now," the Mad Scientist snipped, unable to keep his voice as cool as he would have liked.

"Fuck...good..." the Monster said with all of his infinite wisdom.

"Yes, well, now that you have had your fun, there is work to be done," the Mad Scientist announced as he gripped Lucinda by the waist, dragging her off of the Monster. She pouted with petulance as he pulled her out of the chamber.

"We already have a client who has negotiated to contract your services."

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The trip to Paris had been particularly tiresome for the Mad Scientist. But he knew he should have to prepare to travel many places around the globe if he was to go through with his plans for Lucinda.

"You are quite fortunate to have this client as your first experience on the job," he explained to Lucinda on their journey. "He is really more of a deformed man than an actual monster...so I expect there will not be much wear and tear upon you this time. But beware, for he has a quick temper and does not hesitate to kill when crossed. Whatever happens, just do as he says and do not make him angry."

They arrived at the famous Paris Opera House, making their way towards Box Five. As they found the theater box, a severe woman in black gestured for them to enter into the box. A lone figure waited for them inside. Dressed in evening clothes, adorned with black cape and hat, the most striking thing about the man was his white porcelain mask which was supposed to hide his dreadful face.

"The Phantom of the Opera, I presume," the Mad Scientist said.

The figure nodded.

"This is the woman?" the Phantom asked.

"Yes, this is Lucinda, here to serve and please," the Mad Scientist announced.

"Turn around. I want to see what I am paying for."

The Mad Scientist removed her cape, revealing her enticingly dressed in a white transparent negligee of lace. Her fair hair flowed freely about her shoulders. Blinking nervously, she turned about slowly.

The Phantom nodded with approval.

"She is beautiful...quite lovely indeed...except that I requested a brunette."

The Mad Scientist shrugged.

"Lucinda is the only one of her kind. I suppose you could place a wig upon her if you choose, but I shall not dye her hair. If you do not like her, hire a woman off of the streets."

The masked man sneered at the thought.

"I suppose I can live with her fair hair," he acknowledged. "You are sure she will not scream at the sight of my face?"

"Oh, she is quite prepared. I have warned her about what to expect."

"Very well."

"You are in good hands, Lucinda," the Mad Scientist encouraged as he left her alone with the Phantom.

Taking her hand, the Phantom led her from Box Five down a dark corridor. Through a trap door, he led her down a labyrinth of bridges and tunnels until they reached an underground lake. He then escorted her into a boat. She sat quietly as he rowed her to his lair. Surrounded by candles, the centerpiece of the dark room etched out of the catacombs was a large pipe organ.

Swirling off his cape, the Phantom sat at the organ and began to play a passionate piece of classical music.

"I composed this myself," he informed her.

His eyes burned into her as she stood demurely before him. He began to sing a song in French. Lucinda did not understand the words but thought his voice quite beautiful. In fact, she found the melodious tones rather hypnotic as she fell under the spell of his notes.

"Touch yourself," he ordered as he continued to play. "And let me see your breasts."

Unsure of herself, Lucinda untied the belt of her negligee and opened it down the front. She felt rather shy, exposing herself so completely to this stranger. Yet she knew that she would have to get used to such things. She stroked her nipples with her fingertips, sighing softly as they hardened under her own touch. 

"Good..." the Phantom encouraged. "So good..."

The Phantom's music seemed to lead her into a state of total relaxation as she swayed along with the notes. 

"Spread your legs and show me everything."

Shivering with arousal and nervousness, Lucinda continued to try to please him. Creeping her fingers down to her mound, she parted her nether lips so that he could see the tender pink flesh between her legs.

"Pleasure yourself."

Blushing furiously, Lucinda began to play with her clit until she felt like she was about to come.

"Oh, Christine..." she heard the Phantom cry out as she gently thrust her pussy against her fingers.

Momentarily, the spell was broken.

"My name is Lucinda, Monsieur," she corrected him.

"SILENCE, WOMAN!" he bellowed threateningly.

Remembering her Master's instructions not to anger the Phantom, she said nothing. After all, what was it to her if he wanted to call her Christine?

Continuing to stroke herself, she moaned softly as she began to come.

With a roar, the Phantom abruptly stopped playing and pounced upon her, dragging her on top of the pipe organ. Violently, he tore off his mask and threw it across the room. His face was most horrible, consumed with rotten flesh. He almost appeared to be a living corpse before her. But Lucinda willed herself not to scream. Her Master would punish her most viciously if she did so.

Spreading her thighs wide apart, the Phantom buried his demonic face into her pussy and lapped away at her like a cat. Quickly, she forgot her disgust as she pressed herself against the Phantom's misshapen lips. Perhaps ugly lovers weren't so bad, after all. First, there was the Monster. And now the Phantom. She quivered and came hard in the Phantom's mouth.

Pulling her hips to the edge of the organ lid, the Phantom then began to thrust into her hard with his cock. She squeezed him hungrily with her inner muscles, starting to build towards a second orgasm.

"Oh, Christine..." the Phantom cried out as he pumped away at her. "Christine...I love you...Christine...I love you..."

Lucinda did not know who this Christine woman was, but she felt rather jealous of a woman so adored. Whoever she was, she was obviously missing out. He was only in her for a short time before he came with a horrifying screech.

"You are indeed a fine specimen of womanhood," the Phantom gasped, replacing his mask as he panted in an effort to recover from the fast and furious fuck. "I believe I shall keep you in my lair all to myself for a while."

"If you do that, my Master will be very displeased," Lucinda cautioned him.

And indeed, the Mad Scientist had to get nasty with the Phantom, threatening to give away his whereabouts to the local authorities if he did not cooperate and return his creation back to him posthaste.

"However, she is available to be lent out for longer stretches of time if you prefer," the Mad Scientist bargained. "But it will cost you a pretty penny."

The Phantom said that perhaps he would again be in need of her services once he had acquired the appropriate funds.

"If only she could sing..." the Phantom mused. 



Monster's Mate Ch. 03



Ch. 3 – The Hunchback

"While we are still here in Paris, we have one more client to visit," the Mad Scientist announced. "I don't care to have to travel here every other week. Best to keep all of our appointments as organized and efficient as possible."

Lucinda rode with her Master in a carriage to the Notre Dame Cathedral where there was a famous ugly Hunchback who had been the source of fear and ridicule for years.

"You were quite a success with the Phantom, Lucinda," the Mad Scientist complemented her. "Indeed, I had no idea I would have to practically blackmail him to let you loose. Very good for a first client. So far, our little business venture is becoming much more promising than I had even dared hope. This next one should be another easy virgin...the poor wretch...fairly harmless as I understand it..."

"But, Master, if he is just a poor servant in a cathedral, how can he afford to pay for my services?"

"I have no idea, sweet, but I have already been paid the sum of money upfront. Besides you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about business matters." The coach came to a stop. "Now go on up," the Mad Scientist commanded. "He's waiting for you in the Bell Tower."

Lucinda had been dressed up as requested. Attired in a gypsy peasant blouse with a bright green skirt and wore large hoop earrings of gold, she was a vision. Again, her hair was flowing wildly about her shoulders. Apparently, most of these clients liked her hair down. 

It was not easy getting to the bell tower without being spotted by any of the clergymen about, but she managed. Winded from climbing all of those stairs, she covered her ears when the deafening sound of the bells began to peal. 

Oh, she could not stand it! 

She curled up in a corner, almost falling to her knees as the loud sound tortured her.

Finally, the noise stopped. When she opened her eyes, she tried so hard not to scream!

Hanging from one of the bell pulleys was a truly hideous creature, even worse than the Phantom. Not only was he hunchbacked, but he was quite ugly with one eye bulging outward from his face in a frightening fashion as he grimaced at her in a leer. And he was just as big as the Monster! A veritable giant! Oh, she felt an urge to leap to her death from the bell tower rather than to let this beast paw at her!

Yet, there was an expression of surprise and kindness in his eyes when he saw her standing before him.

Lucinda clenched her fist, digging her fingernails into her palm. She must not be afraid for her Master had threatened to beat the tar out of her if he received a complaint from a client.

"You are the woman?" he asked.

Biting her lower lip, she nodded hesitantly.

He gave her an appreciative leer.

"So beautiful," he said.

Her throat was dry with nervousness.

"Quasimodo, how should you like me to please you?" she asked.

There was no answer. Oh, yes, that is right. Her Master told her that the Hunchback was deaf.

The Hunchback sat at a nearby bench, not sure what to say or do.

So bashful was the creature that Lucinda's confidence increased in comparison. She lowered her blouse down to her waist, baring her breasts which the Mad Scientist always told her were two of her best assets.

His expression was one of awe as he stared at them, open mouthed.

"Would you like to kiss them?"

She knew that her Master would be angry at her for saying that. She was supposed to say "Would you like to pinch my titties?" or something to that effect, but he was not here right now. And she did not want to say those naughty words. And it wasn't like the Hunchback could hear her at any rate.

Hiking her skirts up, she sat on his lap, straddling him. And she cupped one of her breasts and placed the tip of it in his mouth. He licked at her nipple gently as if he were afraid he would hurt her. She could not help but smile. She was not accustomed to a man being so nice and gentle with her. Her fear evaporated as she felt an unusual sense of control. And as she felt his manhood get hard, she stroked it through his breeches, genuinely wanting to be the first woman to ever give this poor soul a taste of sexual pleasure.

Shyly, the Hunchback would not allow her to take off any of his clothes, not even the large rags covering his big hairy chest.

Lucinda slid off his lap and kneeled before him, releasing his manhood free. This much he would let her do without a struggle. In fact, he was almost drooling as he sat before her, watching her take him in her hands and stroke him. He had quite a beautiful cock for such an unfortunate Hunchback...almost as nice and thick as the Monster's cock.

Gently, she began to suck at his manhood, cupping his balls, just as her Master had taught her. When she caressed the underside of his cock with her tongue, the Hunchback's moans were deep and sexy with longing. She could not believe it but his guttural groans were making her wet with anticipation. Apparently, his enthusiasm was contagious. She felt his fingers stroke her hair gently, urging her on.

As Lucinda worked on the Hunchback's cock with her mouth, she wondered why her Master kept saying that she was going to be given to monsters. So far, she had only been servicing ugly unfortunate men who couldn't get any women of their own, not even regular prostitutes. And in the case of the Monster, the Phantom, and now the Hunchback, she found their appreciation and gratitude a heady pleasure.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the Hunchback suddenly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from him. Yanking her to her feet, he dragged her to an outer ledge of the Bell Tower where the sunlight was streaming through.

"Quasi..." Lucinda cursed as she could not remember his name. "Please...people are going to see us!"

Either because he was deaf or simply indifferent, her pleas meant nothing to him. He hauled her up to the waist over the ledge. It was so high up that she was no longer on her feet and completely dependent on him to keep her from toppling over down into the city streets below. He leaned over her back so that the sunlight shone on both of them, revealing them in all their sordidness.

Apparently, the Hunchback wanted all of Paris to know that he was fucking a beautiful woman!

As she was perched over the ledge of the bell tower, clinging onto a gargoyle for dear life, she could not help but notice hordes of people gathered below in the street watching her being fucked vigorously. She blushed as she thought of how she must appear with her naked breasts jiggling back and forth in a steady rhythm.

As in a dream, she kept watching the people on the street. Some of them were horrified mothers, covering their children's eyes with their hands and hurriedly leading them away. Some were men whose hands wanted to inch to the front of their pants and rub themselves. Perhaps the most obnoxious ones down below were a horde of policemen, laughing and pointing.

Lucinda heard the Hunchback babbling out in indecipherable moans as he kept grinding into her crotch from behind. When he pinched her nipples sharply, she began to helplessly quiver and come in loud cries.

She wanted to die when she heard applause coming from the streets below while they were both screaming with their orgasms.

Oh, her Master would not be happy about this at all!



Monster's Mate Ch. 04



Ch. 4 - The Vampire

Lucinda's Master was not as upset about the Hunchback display as she had feared.

"Perhaps your little sex show will drive up our bargaining price even," he remarked with a shrug. "I caught a glimpse of it myself. You were quite enticing up there with your boobies bouncing about. The word is out now that you exist and that you are not too picky about the looks of your clientele…quite important for our plans. At any rate, at least you didn't get arrested. As it is, I shall be glad to leave this wretched Paris and get back to Transylvania. We already have a few offers at home waiting for us. Rest up for you shall be quite busy."

The Mad Scientist did not even so much as touch Lucinda on the train ride home. He said that he did not want to wear her out now that they had got the ball rolling. A few days off would be good for business as her hormones and lubrication could replenish.


And indeed, as soon as they arrived back at the Mad Scientist's castle, Boris announced that they had a visitor waiting for them in the sitting room.

"Gad, is there no rest for the wicked?" the Mad Scientist joked. "Come, my dear. I am certain our mysterious visitor must be a prospective client."

As they made their way to the sitting room, he cursed with rage. 

"Blast it, Boris! Can't you do something about these damned rodents? You know how I hate bats!" 

The bat he referred to swooped towards them threateningly, causing the Mad Scientist to duck and Lucinda to scream. 

Then before their eyes, the bat shifted form into a man. And a damned attractive one too, Lucinda thought. With ivory skin, black long hair pulled back in a ponytail, and piercing intense blue eyes, this client would indeed be a pleasure to get to know better. He was tall, handsome and hung like a horse. Oh, yes, things were looking up indeed! No ugly deformed wretch of a monster was this one. He was absolute eye candy! And although she had only just laid eyes on the client, she suspected that he knew his way around a pussy.

The Vampire bowed before them in a mocking manner. He perused Lucinda with a satanic glint in his eye, obviously liking what he saw.

"You could have called first, Count," the Mad Scientist complained peevishly. "Aren't vampires supposed to be invited into homes before they can just cross the threshold of someone's home?"

"Do you actually believe all of the tommyrot legends you hear about my kind?" the Vampire laughed, revealing an absolutely frightening and sharp pair of incisors that made Lucinda instinctively clutch at her throat with dismay. "This must be the infamous Lucinda I have been hearing so many naughty rumors about," he said as he approached her, pulling her hand away from her throat and kissing it suavely.

As the Vampire neared her, she felt captivated by his humor and charisma. She would like him very much. If only it wasn't for those blasted fangs of his…

"Yes," the Mad Scientist answered, seeming a bit peeved. "This is indeed Lucinda. I take it you approve of her."

"She is perfect for my purposes, Doctor. I love curvy sweet blondes with long throats."

With a flirtatious manner, the Count traced his fingertips along the lines of Lucinda's exposed throat. Although she swallowed in terror, she felt her pussy flood and clench up in excited response to his caress.

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The Mad Scientist had serious doubts all along about allowing the Vampire to become one of Lucinda's clients. In the first place, he did not want Lucinda to be killed off only the third time around. Vampires were nasty selfish creatures who generally took what they wanted without a single care for the destruction in their wake. And even if she did not die after the experience, at the very least it would probably mean a tedious blood transfusion. 

Also, the Mad Scientist did not like being out of control. The ways of vampires were a mystery to him. Since their kind had lasted for so many centuries, there were too many facts and fables mixed together about the undead. It was hard to decipher what was the truth and what was legend.

And perhaps the most important point: the Vampire was entirely too handsome and cocky for his taste. He had seen the lustful look in Lucinda's eyes as the Vampire kissed her hand. No whore should ever look so sexually excited. Why, it was an outrage!

"Dear, why don't you check on the Monster?" he said to Lucinda, patting her on the ass as he whirled her about into the direction of the Monster's chamber. "I'm sure that he's missed you."

Lucinda's eyes lit with anticipatory pleasure as she immediately set off to find her Beast, no doubt ready to sate her lust on that pathetic clod. The Mad Scientist shook his head with disgust and confusion. That was another issue he had with Lucinda. She was entirely too fond of the Monster. He wanted her to simply mate with the thing, not fall in love with it. Apparently, he had been unsuccessful at keeping her feminine emotions at bay when he created her. There was only so much a scientist could do regarding emotions and hormones, after all.

"She is simply charming, Doctor," the Vampire smiled with his toothy grin. "I am very much looking forward to our appointment."

Grudgingly, the Mad Scientist tried to pay attention to the matter at hand.

"Are you quite certain that you want her for the particular date in question, Count?"

"Of course. Is that not what we arranged?" the Vampire asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Well, yes," the Mad Scientist answered hesitantly. "But I suspect we may have to reschedule because…oh, this is such an awkward and unpleasant subject to speak of…but I fear she will be indisposed for a few days."

"You mean she will be having her monthly cycle?"

"Well, I was attempting to be more delicate about it, but…yes…"

"That is exactly when I want her, Doctor."

Just when the Mad Scientist thought that he had heard everything, he was again taken aback to discover just how depraved some monsters could be.

"Are you sure that you want her during her period?" he gasped in horror. "That sounds horribly messy and disgusting to me! And quite possibly a health hazard as well…"

"Well, you are a foolish mortal and not one of my kind!" the Vampire snapped impatiently. Then he tried to explain. "The blood is the life, Doctor. A woman's cycle is part and parcel of the very creation of life, dispelling of that life if she does not bear seed. When a woman has her monthly cycle, she smells and tastes the most attractive to the undead. Imagine how your Lucinda would seem to you if she were simply oozing with sweet chocolate sauce flowing through her veins and pussy. That is what she will taste like for us. And her vaginal tissues shall be most sensitive from engorgement. With a little finesse, it will be quite easy to make her climax. And when a vampire sucks blood freshly oxygenated while his victim is in orgasm, she tastes like the most exquisite wine imaginable."

The Mad Scientist shrugged with indifference. It all sounded like a lot of tommyrot to him. He had certainly never heard of such things in medical school. Of course, his professors barely even acknowledged that women had orgasms during the days of his study. They didn't speak much on vampires either, come to think on it.

"But why Lucinda?" he asked. "You seem like a deucedly attractive enough fellow. Surely you would have long lines of mortal women wanting you to suck away at them."

The Vampire waved his hand with a grimace.

"There are always so many questions and investigations involved. Invariably, I am always sought after by the families of the women or the police. After centuries of this sort of foolishness, I grow weary of always trying to evade those who yearn to put a stake in my heart. I would like to have a fresh young woman who is unattached…with no explanations or contingency plans necessary, you see? And while I do have three wives of my own, they are simply not enough. I still have some wild oats I like to sow, even when dead."

"Very well. It will be your furnishings that become all stained and nasty with menstrual blood, not mine," he replied. "As long as you do not damage or kill my creature, you may do with her as you wish."

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Lucinda was admittedly nervous as she plucked at the ties of her cape. The scenery of the cold and forbidding Carpathian Mountains did nothing to allay her skittishness as she bounced about in the carriage on her way to the Vampire's Castle. The prospective sex with the Vampire did not scare her. After all, she had been made to fuck. But she was not so fond of pain. She was haunted by the memory of those long wicked looking fangs. And she did not see how the Vampire would sink those things into her throat without it hurting like the very devil.

When she exited the carriage, she was shocked to see that the coach driver was indeed the Vampire. Offering her his arm in a chivalrous fashion, he escorted her across the drawbridge to his castle with a playful grin. Lucinda could only force a slight smile in response. 

"Do not be afraid, lovely Lucinda," he crooned in her ear. "I know it is your first time with a Vampire. I promise I shall be gentle with you. It will be so good that you will crave my touch again and again."

Although it was sweet of him to say so, Lucinda's fears did not subside one bit as he led her down a flight of dark stairs to an underground crypt. It was horribly dark in the room. She could only see a coffin in the corner covered with cobwebs. 

"Down here, we can be as messy and naughty as we want," he teased.

The Vampire slipped her black cape off of her shoulders, revealing the dress that the Vampire had especially instructed that she was to wear. The dress was predictably red, the color of blood. It was an evening gown of silk, very low cut to expose her neck and tops of her breasts. She was also to wear her hair in an up-do so as not to impair access to her throat.

"Oh, you make my mouth water," the Vampire hissed as he pulled her close.

Yanking down her dress, he began to hungrily squeeze her breasts as he nuzzled the flesh at her throat, teasing her with his fangs and tongue.

"You are still frightened," the Vampire remarked as Lucinda remained unresponsive for the most part.

She nodded with consternation.

"No offense, but those fangs of yours look worse than some of my Master's instruments of torture in his laboratory."

"Fear adds to the rush, my dear," he chuckled. "A vampire's bite can be extremely painful or pleasurable, depending on your frame of mind. If you simply submit your entire soul to me, you shall find it very pleasant. And I have never had any complaints about my prowess."

Would any of his victims live long enough to complain? Lucinda wondered.

"Look into my eyes," he commanded. "Relax and concentrate on me."

Although she was at her wit's end with fear, losing herself into the beautiful blue orbs of the Vampire was not hard to do. She felt herself relax deeply, so much so that she had forgotten what she had been worried about. Her skin felt sensitive to the touch and her womb suddenly clenched with a hunger all of its own. She tried to say that she felt much better already, yet she could not seem to move her mouth or tongue enough to form words.

When the Vampire again began to play with her tits, teasing and flicking at her nipples, she moaned with animalistic pleasure, capable of nothing else.

"That is better, isn't it, my dear?"

Lucinda could not respond. She leaned against him, utterly dependent on him to keep her from collapsing onto the floor. She was embarrassed when she felt his hands rip off the rest of her clothes and undergarments. This day, her menstrual period was very heavy. Mortification overwhelmed her as she heard the soft squishing sound of his fingers burying themselves deeply into her unclean pussy. She could feel the streams of blood running down her thighs as he withdrew his hand and licked at his fingers with a lusty moan.

He carried her limp body towards another part of the dungeon, filled with all sorts of scary looking pieces of torture equipment and devices. She saw whips and feathers and dildos and other things that she did not even recognize. Lord only knew what he intended to do to her with these things. She should have known better than to trust a damned Vampire…

Helpless to resist, Lucinda could only moan weakly when he set her hips upon a wooden stool. Chaining her wrists high above her head, her breasts thrust out at him with hard nipples. Then he set to spreading her thighs wide apart in an inverted V shape, chaining them against the wall so that her hips were only supported by the stool. He even went so far as to attach clamps onto her pussy lips so that her clit was totally vulnerable and exposed to him. 

"Are you ticklish, Lucinda?"

With a very large white feather, he tortured her tits and tummy, pleased when his games even elicited a loud long moan of torment from her. He circled the tip of the feather around one nipple, and then the other. Cruelly he then turned the feather around, flicking and jabbing at her clit with the stem. Her clit and pussy twitched with frustration.

"So you like me a little, don't you, Lucinda?" he teased. "I can smell your arousal."

With a growl, he buried his face into her widened pussy, feasting off of the intoxicating combination of blood and sex juice. Mindlessly, rhythmically, she tried to push her sex deeper into his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue. Oh, it felt so good, nothing had ever felt so good…but when she felt the sharp sting of his fangs scraping at the folds of her vagina, she gasped in pain and fear.

"Hush, Lucinda," she heard the Vampire caution. He had not spoken out loud for his tongue was still licking at her. She was hearing his voice inside of her mind.

"Only pleasure…only pleasure…."

Her mind desperately followed his lead.

The Vampire lapped away at the blood and sex juice flowing copiously from her pussy. Then he suckled relentlessly at her clit, punishing it. Lucinda knew an incredible tidal wave of an orgasm was coming which almost scared her in its intensity. She already knew that she was going to come harder for this Vampire than she had ever come before in her life.

The Vampire, oblivious of how the blood was covering the both of them in large splotches, thrust all five fingers into her hole and wiggled them, nearly forcing his whole hand inside of her. Her body could no longer hold back the pleasure. Pushed over the edge, she began to scream as the orgasm took over.

Biting down on her neck hard, he slid his fangs into her throat all the way, emitting a deep masculine moan of satisfaction as her blood spurted down his throat in large gushes.

That bastard said it wouldn't hurt, Lucinda thought. But it hurt like holy fuck! The fiend was ripping her throat out. 

Hot salty tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Only pleasure, Lucinda," the voice soothed.

The pain then faded into the most sensual bliss. She felt like she was spasming not just in her pussy but throughout her whole body…coming and coming and coming. And as he sucked away at her neck, she felt a delicious languor overtaking her. What was left of her senses slipped away into dizzy headiness. And everything seemed to fade into a quiet peaceful oblivion. 

So this is what it is like to die, she thought. And she did not care that she was dying. 



Monster's Mate Ch. 05



The Mad Scientist was not amused. Not at all.

When he found Lucinda knelt over the Monster's body with blood dripping from her lips, he was most displeased. He not only had to perform one blood transfusion but two, one for Lucinda and one for the Monster. Blast it, it was bad enough that he had to fetch a near dead Lucinda home from the Vampire's Castle with two ghastly holes in her neck, but for that cretin to have the gall to mark her as his own! It was completely unethical, in his opinion. Just as there was honor among thieves, there was honor among monsters.

However, the Count was the wealthiest client that they had. In retrospect, the money was well worth the hassle. The Vampire had seemed quite charmed with Lucinda, even going so far as to express interest in her availability in the future. So the Mad Scientist had no choice but to lay back and swallow it.

Once Lucinda had recovered from her ordeal, she was readied for the next client: a local man named Larry Talbot. Mr. Talbot wished to meet her at a small inn on the outskirts of the Transylvanian forest, so originally called Ye Olde Transylvanian Inn.

"I'm not sure that I approve of having you meet Talbot at such a sordid place," the Mad Scientist said as they made their way to the destination via horse and buggy. "Lots of gypsies and vagabonds loiter about in that area." 

"Mr. Talbot is a monster?" Lucinda asked.

"Of course," the Mad Scientist said. "He is the Wolf Man, one of the most infamous werewolves of all time."

"Oh, cripes, this one is going to have big fangs too, isn't he?" she whined.

"All the better to eat you with, my dear," the Mad Scientist joked feebly. "He swears to me that there will be no full moon tonight, so I believe you will just be spending a quiet night entertaining a lonely man."

Lucinda moaned with skepticism. Somehow, she doubted the evening would be so calm.

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Larry Talbot indeed did seem to Lucinda like a rather mild mannered gentleman, hardly a monster. In fact, he was more like a big teddy bear. When he invited her into the small cozy bedroom at the inn, he was very sweet and shy. He could have been her father, that is if she could remember who her father was in her old life. He had even gone to the trouble of making her a cup of tea with milk and honey in it. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad after fault. In fact, it might be a nice change of pace. Just a cozy comfortable screw in a remote inn...

But he fidgeted in his chair as he sipped at his tea, looking nervously out the window.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Talbot?" Lucinda asked with concern. "Am I not what you wanted?"

"Oh, no, my dear," he hurriedly assured her. "You are quite a charming young girl, much better than I had dared hoped for."

"Oh. You seem sort of upset." 

"I should not have asked for you to come tonight," he explained as he peered out the window. "I had been mistaken when I thought there would be no full moon tonight."

He looked at her with a pained guilty expression as if he were apologizing in advance. When he looked out once more into the darkness, he gave out a sorrowful cry as the clouds cleared. Light from the full moon streamed into the motel window.

"Oh, no," Lucinda gasped. "Does that mean that you're going to turn into...?"

There was no need to continue with her question. 

The man before her transformed right before her eyes. The teddy bear metamorphosed into a beast, all bulky and hairy and wiry. His clothes tore into shreds as big sinewy muscles began to bulge out all over his chest and arms and legs. His gentle face contorted into a lewd sneer. He howled wildly at her while saliva dripped from his grinning mouth. And, damn it, he had fangs every bit as horrid as the Vampire's!

Freaking out, Lucinda backed away from him, trying to make her way to the door of the hotel room.

"Where you going, baby?" he rasped as he jumped at her, slamming her against the door so she couldn't escape. "We haven't even had any fun yet, have we, sweet pussy cat? Trying to get out of our little date so soon?"

With a vicious swipe of his claws, he tore her dress right down the middle, leaving her exposed in her undergarments. Blast, that red and white polka-dotted dress had been one of her favorites! 

Wresting her breasts out of her brassiere with both paws, he squeezed them hard, making her squeal.

"What a tasty pair of big titties!" he raved as he cruelly pinched her nipples, razing at them with his claws. "And such a nice juicy ass." He licked at her face with a nasty long tongue as he panted at her. "I'm gonna shove my cock right up your little asshole and fuck the hell out of you, bitch. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, slut? You like it rough, don't you, baby?"

Screaming in hysteria, Lucinda pushed at him, managed to open the door and ran out frantically into the night, oblivious of her state of undress. Calling out for her Master, he seemed to have completely abandoned her to this wild animal. All around the inn was nothing but forest. Coming upon a clearing, she stopped out of breath. How come this place was so deserted? Weren't there any workers at this inn?

Suddenly, her throat clenched when she saw a large grey werewolf before her. He was not quite as big as the Wolf Man, but scary just the same. Turning, she saw another werewolf...and another...and another. She was dismayed to see that an entire circle of werewolves surrounded her, a large mass of brown and black and gray fur all about. How many of them were there? Ten, at least, she thought. Maybe more.

The werewolves all growled at her with lusting eyes and erect cocks, taunting her and not letting her escape the circle. One of the wolves raced up to her. She shrieked and prayed to God that being devoured by a werewolf would not hurt as much as she guessed that it would. But the wolf merely nipped at her brassiere with his teeth, ripping it clean off of her. She heard excited howls as her breasts bounced about unencumbered. Another one ran by and gnawed at her panties, tearing them off. This assault caused her to lose her balance so that she fell down, naked and face down in the grass and mud. Terrified, she scrambled about on her hands and knees, cornered. 

Before Lucinda could get back onto her feet, she was pounced on from behind.

"Don't you fear," a voice rasped in her ear. "The Wolf Man is here...baby doll..."

Despite her struggles, he was incredibly strong. He wrested her thighs apart wide, fingering her pussy. When he rubbed his paw against her clit, she was embarrassed to feel her juices streaming down her thighs. And she knew that she was incredibly turned on. Maybe she did like it a little rough...

"Ah, you're all horny, aren't you, baby? I can smell all that fuck juice! Let Daddy fuck you good and hard..."

The Wolf Man thrust into her from behind. Grasping at her breasts hard, he began to copulate with her just like the animal he was. And his thrusts were so incredibly fast that she already felt the orgasm building up inside. The wolves howled as they watched her being fucked so horribly by the Wolf Man, doggy style. They started to cry "Fuck that Bitch! Fuck that Bitch!" in unison.

"Be a good bitch and I won't bite you," he growled into her ear. Remembering the pain of the Vampire's fangs, she suspected that the Wolf Man would not be nearly as much of a gentleman about her feelings on the matter. So she stopped screaming and just tried to stay quiet and let him have his way with her.

"You learn fast, baby," he snarled. "Now let all my friends see you come. You know that you want to, baby doll."

Lucinda did not want to. Damned if she wanted all of these animals to see her in such a state. But she knew that she would come. She could not help herself. The Mad Scientist had designed her to receive pleasure in all sorts of unusual circumstances. Undoubtedly, this was one of them. And when she thought of what a picture she must have been, being naked on all fours while being fucked by a werewolf out in the middle of a forest with ten other wolves watching, she couldn't help but squirm in dirty excitement.

When the Wolf Man realized that she was close, he pulled on her hair, forcing her face up into the moonlight. Another wolf scurried up to them, crawled underneath her and began to lick rapidly at her clit. They could all see her grimace and clench her teeth and strain to reach a climax as she perspired and blushed while being fucked to kingdom come. They laughed and howled and made lewd comments about her jiggling tits and ass and what a nympho she was. When the shuddering waves of climax started to overwhelm her, they all howled in unison as she shrieked with pleasure.

She had hoped that now that she had been completely humiliated, they would be through with her. But apparently the night had just begun where they were concerned.

They tied her to a tree, binding her breasts in a way so that her nipples would be especially sensitive. And a wolf stood by either side of her, clutching at her thighs and keeping them wide apart. Another one spread her pussy lips wide so they could see everything between her legs.

"She wants it so bad I bet we could make her come just by playing with her tits!" one of the wolves challenged. 

Testing the theory, two wolves surrounded her, licking and lapping at her breasts. Foolishly, she squirmed, trying to get her sensitive nipples away from their tickling tongues even when it was hopeless. One of the wolves got angry and swatted at her naked pussy hard, causing her to emit a high-pitched squeal.

"Stop all that wiggling!" he yelled.

"That's it! Spank that little whore's pussy good!" she heard one of them encourage him.

"Yeah. Make the bitch dance!"

All of them started to get enthused at the idea of abusing her in such a fashion. One particularly evil werewolf fetched a mule whip that had been lying about in the clearing.

"Oh, God, no..." she begged. "Please...I'll do whatever you want!"

The evil werewolves paid her no mind as they spread her pussy out as wide as they could. She screeched when the whip lashed through the air, stinging at her bound breasts. And then there was another lash on her stomach. When the tip of the whip finally licked at her pink open cunt, she screamed out in agony and fear, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Aiiiieeee!!"

The sadistic werewolf lashed at her pussy again with the whip, making sure that the tip of it licked at her clit. This time, the jolting hot shock of it caused her to bladder to weaken. As a thin stream of pee dribbled down her thigh, they laughed and pointed, howling with excitement. One of them began to massage her lower belly, jiggling and pressing on her bladder until she completely submitted to the humiliation that they wanted to inflict on her. The long stream of pee seemed to go on forever as they watched. Lord, she wanted to die from the shame of it! And even as she was so debased, her pussy twitched, demanding the satisfaction they were not giving her.

They untied her from the tree and laid her down onto the grass, unbinding her breasts. With her hips lifted high up in the air and her thighs splayed out wide, only her head and shoulders rested upon the grass.

"Look how wet she got from having her pussy whipped!" the Wolf Man pointed out. "She is such a little tramp. Do you need to come, baby doll? Do you need to come bad?"

"Fuck me," she pleaded in a husky voice, oblivious to the drool that was beginning to run down her chin. "Please fuck me."

"You want your little clitty rubbed?"

"Oh, yes...please..."

"Ask nicely, fuck toy."

"Please rub my clitty and make me come. Please fuck me..."

One of them diddled at her exposed distended clit with his claw gently, making her writhe helplessly.

"Does that feel good, slut?"

"Oh, yes..." she sighed.

"Then say thank you like a good whore."

"Thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for making me come."

"That's it. Thrust out your pussy and tits at us, baby doll! Let us see all of your pink parts and give us a good show!"

"Watch yourself!" one of them ordered, forcing her to watch her body being pawed and played with. The image of her thrust out tits and her wide thighs and spread pussy made her clench up in need. When she tried to look away, a werewolf growled at her menacingly. So she again looked watched what they were doing to her, feeling her traitorous body prepare to come hard for these beasts.

Meanwhile, her pussy lips were still pulled apart wide by a pair of paws. All the wolves huddled about her, watching the swollen tissues in fascination as she was being masturbated. They all howled and laughed as they watched her wide-open vagina finally spasm wildly, fucking and twitching at air.

Incited into wild lust by the scent of piss and pussy juice, each werewolf took a turn at fucking her. All of them had thick cocks, causing her to go from one climax to the next. She heard them making bets on who could make her come the hardest, who could thrust the fastest and who could last the longest inside of her. Eventually, she reached a point where she remained in a hazy state of sexual frustration, her pussy muscles too used and exhausted to clench anymore, although she still felt like she wanted to come again.

At one point, she was forced to straddle one werewolf while sucking on another werewolf's hairy dick. She could handle that, but when the Wolf Man began to lubricate her asshole with his tongue, she moaned in despair.

"Ah, you've never been buggered before, have you, baby?" the Wolf Man sneered. "I told you that this ass was mine. This is going to hurt, bitch, because my cock is nice and big. So get ready!"

When she felt his large werewolf cock shove up her asshole, she wanted to scream but was too busy being gagged by the big werewolf cock in her mouth. Oh, Jesus, it burned and hurt so much!

"Ah, man," the wolf underneath her said. "She's so tight now, Wolf Man. What a sweet pussy!"

Despite the Wolf Man being such a pain in the ass, Lucinda felt so horny and dirty as the three wolves fucked her at once. With all orifices stuffed up, she moaned like an animal as she felt intense pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before.

"Now you like it, don't you, bitch?" the Wolf Man taunted, whispering in her ear. "You just can't get enough wolf meat in those hungry holes, can you?"

His lewd comment pushed her over the edge as one last powerful monster of an orgasm tore through her body, causing her to lose consciousness completely. She never even felt the Wolf Man's fangs sink into her shoulder. She did not know if the werewolves did anything else to her. She did not know when they had left.

The next thing she knew, she was shaken into consciousness by the Mad Scientist. It was daylight with the sun shining upon her naked body as she lay limply upon the grass of the forest clearing in a daze.

"Rough night?" he asked.



Monster's Mate Ch. 06



Chapter 6 – Elizabeth

Lucinda groaned in agony as she rested flat on her back next to the Monster upon the mattress in his chamber, every muscle screaming from the strain of the werewolf attack. Her pussy and breasts felt as if they had been rubbed raw. And she did not even want to think about her poor throbbing asshole. When they arrived back at the castle last night, her Master did a thorough exam on her to check for bruises or tears. Although she was relieved to know she had not been damaged by those sadistic animals, she still resented another man looking at her private parts. She had been examined enough down there to last her a lifetime!

And even now she was to get no peace for the Monster had turned upon his side and was ogling her with that hungry lusty look of his.

"No!" she said stubbornly. "Don't even think about it! I don't want to right now."

The Monster scowled and growled at her.

"I don't care!" she sniffled as unwanted tears burned at her eyes. "I don't feel good, can't you understand that, you big oaf? Why doesn't everyone just leave me alone?"

When she started to sob pitifully, she was astounded when the Monster began to wail loudly right along with her. He even put his arms awkwardly around her and held her close to his chest. Even though he was an ugly stupid brute, Lucinda felt an odd kinship with him. They were both equally fucked up by the Mad Scientist which bonded them in a weird sort of way, whether they liked it or not.

As she relaxed in his strong grip, she began to feel a tad better. She even managed to sleep a little. But then she awoke when the Monster slipped his hands under her nightgown to feel up her breasts.

"Monster, I said no!"

But the Monster's touch was gentle and soothing as he stroked her nipples lightly with his fingertips. She had taught him how to touch her just the way she liked it. Apparently, he did have some ability to learn when he was interested in the subject matter.

"Good...?" he asked.

Despite herself, she could not hold back a soft little moan as he massaged her breasts lovingly. She felt herself get wet. At least, everything was still in good working order down there.

"Good!..." he enthused.

Oh, she knew she was going to pay the price, but the Monster was making her so horny the way he was touching her breasts. She slipped off her nightgown and was surprised when the Monster parted her legs wide and licked lovingly at her crotch. He had never done that before! Although he certainly did not have the Vampire's technique, he had innocent enthusiasm working to his advantage. She squirmed and grew wet at the feel of his tongue teasing and exploring every crevice down there. He grasped at her hips, lifting them off the floor as he buried his face deeply into her pussy. She ran her fingers through what little ragged hair he had on his head, pushing his mouth upon more. He licked and suckled away at her until she came helplessly and sweetly into his insistent mouth.

"Bride...feel...good...?" he asked with hope in his big brown eyes, seeming rather proud of himself as pussy juice streamed down from his lips.

"Thank you, Monster. That was good. Very very good, in fact, but I am not your bride and you must not think of me that way. I am only your mate. There is a big difference."

As she told him this, Lucinda once more got the strange feeling that she did not belong in this place. But the memories of the other woman that she used to be eluded her yet again.

Before their rather limited conversation could continue, the Mad Scientist came to fetch her.

"Dress yourself, Lucinda, and come meet with me in the laboratory," he ordered sharply.

Lucinda was annoyed. Did her Master never think to knock at the door?

Feeling rather used and vulnerable, Lucinda picked one of the dowdiest dresses that she could find in her closet to wear. However, since the Mad Scientist had furnished her wardrobe, even this dress was low cut enough to show her cleavage.

"I received a call from Larry Talbot," her Master announced to her abruptly as he munched off of a breakfast roll. "He sends his apologies regarding his mistake of the full moon. He even went so far as to ask to take you out to dinner."

"I shall never see that horrible Larry Talbot again! Never, never, never!" Lucinda screamed. "That mean nasty butt-fucking hoodlum!"

"Oh, Lucinda, don't be such a child," the Mad Scientist scolded. "You can't expect every one of our clients to be an ugly virgin or a seductive vampire. You are bound to have your share of unpleasantness every once in a while."

"Unpleasantness!" she shrieked. "You call being gang banged by a bunch of werewolves unpleasantness!"

Her Master's eyes narrowed with cruelty.

"Do not make me whip you for being so impudent, Lucinda."

Lucinda thrust out her lower lip, pouting mutinously.

"Still, you shall not see Talbot again," he agreed. "Not because I give a good goddamn about all of your whining, but because the monster cheated me. If I had known you were going to be servicing God knows how many werewolves, your contract price would have risen considerably. Perhaps I should add an 'additional payments for services rendered' clause in your contract."

Money, she fumed. All her Master ever cared about was money!

At that moment, Boris limped into the sitting room.

"There is a visitor at the front door, Master. A pretty one, too."

The Mad Scientist squinted his eyes with confusion.

"A woman coming here?" he asked to himself. "What on earth?"

"So this is what you've been up to!"

The imperious voice belonged to a petite brunette with big china doll blue eyes. Everything about her was neat and proper, for her hair cut in a trim little bob at the back of her neck to her delicate white lace dress with a floral print. She was wearing sensible low heeled shoes. All in all, a fine little English girl.

"Elizabeth, you know I do not like to be disturbed when I am here working on my experiments!" the Mad Scientist chided.

"And is that cheap blonde one of your latest experiments?" she shouted as she pointed at Lucinda.

"Well...yes..."

Lucinda's feelings were very hurt. She wasn't a cheap blonde. Her Master just made her to look that way.

"And to think that I have been slaving away on wedding invitations and caterers and seating arrangements for our wedding...while you have been carousing around with that tramp in your big..." She strained to find the words. "...Pleasure Castle!" She then stomped her foot with outrage. "Victor, I insist that you leave here and come with me to my father's manor right this instant!"

"I will not!" he bellowed. "I have very important responsibilities here. Very important things to do..." 

"I will not marry you then!" she cried out. "The wedding is off! I will not marry a mad man who carries out weird experiments on tawdry blondes!"

"Will you not?!" the Mad Scientist bellowed in outrage, his complexion an angry red. "WILL YOU NOT!"

Lucinda held her breath. She had never seen her Master so angry...not even when she refused to fuck the Monster that first day.

He then grabbed the prim little brunette, dragged her to a bench and forced her over his lap. Cruelly, he pulled up her flowery skirt, pulled down her expensive pink silk panties and began to spank her naked buttocks hard.

"No...oh, no!" she squealed as she kicked out wildly. "What are you doing?"

"Teaching you a lesson, you little stuck up bitch!"

As he struck repeatedly at her lily-white ass with an open hand, her buttock cheeks turned a rosy pink. She was crying, her immaculate makeup melting on her face and snot coming out of her nose. Lucinda felt very sorry for her.

"Come, Lucinda. You want a few whacks at her?" he offered, taking one of her buttocks and squeezing it.

She shook her head, hoping the Master would not make her join in.

"How about you, Boris?"

Boris, who had been watching Elizabeth's humiliation with great interest, enthusiastically joined the Mad Scientist at the bench. He must have been enjoying himself as he had a hard-on the size of Texas as he limped over to join them.

"Looks like my servant is quite won over by your prissy ass. He needs a good sucking off, wouldn't you say?"

Elizabeth did not answer but only sobbed helplessly.

With a hard thwack on her ass, he insisted she answer him.

"WOULDN'T YOU SAY?"

"I-I d-don't know..." she gasped through her tears. "I d-d-don't know what you're t-t-talking about."

Holding her nose, the Mad Scientist forced Elizabeth to open her mouth. Boris had his cock out of his breeches, all smiles and raring to go.

"You suck on his cock until he comes and you swallow every bit of his cum, got it. Little Missy?"

Elizabeth could only make a pitiful moan as her mouth was already jammed full of Boris' cock.

"How is she, Boris?"

"Barely doing anything at all, Master!"

"Oh, really! Well, we shall have to do better than that, won't we, Elizabeth?" He shoved a finger up her pussy, making her scream. "Ah, does my little virgin bride hurt? Well, you'll have a great deal more than that up you soon, you snide little bitch! Now suck off Boris and swallow it!"

Boris soon came with a loud roar while Elizabeth gagged, forcing herself to swallow his cum.

Hurling her from his lap and down onto the cobble stones of the floor, the Mad Scientist wrenched her thighs apart and plunged into her with his cock, making her scream most horribly.

Lucinda cringed. Obviously, Elizabeth was a virgin, "was" being the operative word.

The Mad Scientist pumped in and out of his fiancée, uncaring of all of her cries of pain. Within only a few strokes, he came with a loud cry.

"Now you'll have to marry me, you little bitch!" the Mad Scientist snarled as he left the room.

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Lying on the straw mattress in the Monster's chamber, Lucinda could not get poor Elizabeth's screams out of her mind. 

And she did not know why she should allow the girl's fate to upset her so. She of all people knew how mean the Master could be. And any girl foolish enough to agree to marry him had been asking for misery in the first place. Besides, that little miss had called her a cheap blonde along with half a dozen other insults! Let her stew in her own juices!

After all, Lucinda had bigger fish to fry. Soon she would be going back to Paris as the Phantom had requested her company for a whole week. She was shocked that he could afford such an extravagance. He must have blackmailed or killed somebody. And her Master had no hesitation in letting her go on her own. Apparently, he must have felt sorry for her at least a little bit after all she had gone through with the Wolf Man and his fellow fiends. And she would be very glad to have a nice rest far away from this madhouse in Transylvania, even if it did mean she was away from the Monster for a while. Maybe she would even see the Hunchback while she was out there.

Lying on her side, throwing her thigh over the Monster's hips, she tried to get back to sleep. And again, she saw poor Elizabeth in her mind's eye, being spanked and raped, crying and wailing. Maybe her own recent werewolf attack had made her overly sensitive. After all, she had only weathered that experience because she had been designed to, but if she were a normal woman like Elizabeth, she might not have fared so well. She might have slit her wrists or gone insane.

The Monster growled with annoyance as Lucinda shook him awake.

"Come on, Monster, let us see how poor Elizabeth is doing."

With a snore, he turned over on his side, ignoring her pleas.

"Please, Monster..." she coaxed as she snaked her hand over to his cock, stroking it with wicked intent. "You'd make me so happy if you helped me cheer Elizabeth up..."

That woke the Monster and his member up right away. He had not had a good session with his Mate in some time as she had been so upset and sore about Larry Talbot. And he would do anything to be able to fuck her again.

They got up, threw on some clothes, and creeped down to the Mad Scientist's laboratory. 

Elizabeth was naked and chained up to a wall, slumped over in exhaustion. She looked quite lovely with her dark curls and ivory skin. Her breasts, belly and hips were plump and very squeezable. And her ass still looked a bit pink from her Master's cruelty.

The Mad Scientist had attached one of his torture instruments, an egg-shaped clit vibrator, to his fiancée with a harness around her hips. The device was still whirring away, causing Elizabeth to twitch and buck in frustration, even as she was was halfway unconscious. Carefully, Lucinda removed the harness with a scalpel knife and took off the vibrator.

"Master...get...mad..." the Monster warned.

"I don't care," Lucinda sneered as she threw the loathsome object away.

Elizabeth moaned, momentarily aroused from her stupor.

"She's quite pretty without all of those snooty clothes, isn't she, Monster?"

He nodded with a grunt, licking his lips. "Pretty..."

"And she has nice breasts too, doesn't she?"

"Pretty...titties..."

Experimentally, Lucinda leaned over and kissed Elizabeth's breasts. The girl moaned softly in response. Encouraged, she began to lick at the captive's soft pink nipples. The feel of a woman's breast in her mouth was odd, but she kind of liked it. And when Elizabeth's nubs started to harden and grow hard and red with excitement, Lucinda also became wet as she imagined herself being bound up and tongued by another woman.

Elizabeth came to as her senses were stirred up by Lucinda's caressing mouth.

"Who are you?" she moaned pitifully. "What do you want?"

"I'm Lucinda, Elizabeth," she answered. "The one you called a 'cheap blonde'. And this is the Monster."

With one look at the towering behemoth, Elizabeth opened her mouth as if she were about to scream. Quickly, Lucinda covered her mouth with her hand.

"Don't be afraid of him. He's not pretty, but can be awfully nice when he wants to be. Monster, show her how nice you can be..."

The Monster smiled a toothy grin, trying to be appear less ugly but seemed rather silly in the attempt.

"Leave me alone..." Elizabeth pouted, ashamed and miserable. "Haven't I been through enough?"

"You must be awfully uncomfortable after having to wear that thing for so long. I'll bet you are terribly horny. Would you like us to make you come?"

"What?" she asked in confusion.

"Fucking can feel really good, although I suppose you'd never know it the way my Master treated you. But as long as you're here, you'll probably be doing it a lot. So you might as well learn to like it a little. It will make things so much easier for you. Let me help you, Elizabeth."

"Please, no..." she begged, pulling her breast away from Lucinda's hands in disgust. "I don't want to..."

"It's all right," Lucinda soothed. "We won't hurt you. You play with her titties, Monster. Nice and gentle like you do with me."

"Not...my...woman..."

"I know she isn't, but I would be so happy if you were nice to her. Maybe I'll even..."

She whispered a naughty promise into the Monster's ear.

With an enthused grunt, the Monster reached out for Elizabeth's chest. She blushed as the Monster's big strong hands immediately began to massage her pert breasts and finger her hard nipples. She began to squirm, shifting her weight from one foot to the next.

"No, don't do that," she begged, panting in innocent excitement. "It's so wrong and sinful..."

"How can something that feels so good be wrong?" Lucinda asked. "The Monster has such wonderful hands, doesn't he?" She couldn't help but touch her own nipples, suddenly very much wanting to be in Elizabeth's place.

The Monster continued to gently play with Elizabeth's breasts as Lucinda kneeled down before Elizabeth's, pulling her thighs over her shoulders. Parting the girl's cunt lips, Lucinda started to lick at her pussy. The taste of a woman was quite strange...and yet she did not find it repulsive. She kept teasing up and down and all around Elizabeth's slit until her tissues were dripping with juices. She was fascinated to see Elizabeth's labia almost appear to turn inside out as she kept relentlessly teasing her. By the time she tickled Elizabeth's clit with her tongue, Elizabeth was writhing with ecstasy even as she kept protesting.

"Ooohhh...." Elizabeth sighed with pleasure. "Ooohhh...no....don't..."

"Don't fight it, Elizabeth. You need to come so bad. I bet you feel much better now, don't you? Pinch her titties good, Monster...she seems to like that..."

Lucinda went back to eating Elizabeth out until she began to squeal and cry, parting her thighs wider and pushing herself further into Lucinda's mouth. Lucinda gripped onto the girl's hips tightly, suckling hard at her clit.

"Oh, God, forgive me!" Elizabeth cried out. "I can't help it...I can't help it..." 

Her hips thrashed up and down as she turned her head from side to side, sobbing when the orgasm hit her. Then she passed out in a swoon, hanging from her chains again.

Lucinda could not help but rub her own pussy in sympathetic arousal. She had no idea that she would get so turned on by doing another woman!

"Okay, we'd better go, Monster," Lucinda said, gripping the Monster's arm. He seemed rather reluctant to let go of Elizabeth's tits once he had gotten started. "Come on before we're caught!"

When they reentered the Monster's chamber, Lucinda stripped off all her clothes, all hot and bothered.

"My...woman...horny...?" the Monster said with hopeful eyes.

"Oh, shut up, Monster, and fill me up with that big cock of yours!" she said with a beaming smile, just barely able to wait long enough for him to undress before she straddled him. The Monster grinned from ear to ear as Lucinda impaled herself upon him, working at him viciously with her hungry pussy.

"Fuck...good..." he moaned. "Good..."

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Elizabeth's punishment was still not complete. If the Mad Scientist knew about their little ménage a trois in the laboratory, he did not say anything about it. But he was still obviously very angry with his fiancée.

The Mad Scientist had forced her to wear a French Maid outfit all of the time, except that it was cut so short that any time she bent over, anyone could see her bare ass. Of course, she was not allowed to wear underwear. Also, there were two little holes cut in the front where her bare nipples stuck through. She was to service the Mad Scientist and Boris whenever they wanted her which was usually several times a day. All of the time, they were pinching her breasts and spanking her backside, provoking her into a constant state of unrelieved horniness. And unfortunately, the only time she ever got to have an orgasm was when they allowed for her to do so. If she even tried to touch herself, she would be whipped viciously.

In fact, the greater Elizabeth's frustration and humiliation, the more the Mad Scientist seemed to like it.

One time, when they were all seated at the dinner table, Elizabeth accidentally spilled some soup upon the Master while serving it. 

"How dare you, you whore!" the Mad Scientist raged.

Suddenly, he cleared everything off of the table, all of the soup bowls and water glasses and everything. Then he hauled Elizabeth off of her feet, threw her face down upon the table and lifted up her skirt, revealing her bare buttocks to everyone.

"No, Victor...please don't..." Elizabeth begged. "It was an accident..."

"Shut up and get on your hands and knees."

Sobbing, Elizabeth obeyed.

"Spread your legs so we can all see everything."

Again, she did as she was told while sniffling.

Lucinda cringed at having to see the girl treated so abominably and moved a little closer to the Monster. He looked at her with his big brown eyes, seeming to also sympathize with the girl in his own dumb way.




Monster's Mate Ch. 06



While the Mad Scientist spanked Elizabeth until tears ran down her cheeks, Lucinda sighed sadly. Her Master had obviously crossed the line from mad genius to plain old insanity. Apparently though, witnessing the spanking was turning her on, despite her misgivings. When the Monster sidled his chair next to hers and slipped his hand up her skirt, shoving his fingers inside of her, she jolted and squirmed, trying hard not to scream with the sudden throb of desperate need she felt. She returned the favor, stroking his cock through his breeches. They both slyly smiled at each other, exercising the utmost control to keep from making any sound while the Master began to fuck Elizabeth from behind. When Elizabeth and the Master screamed in a mutual climax, the two creations quietly shuddered and spent in secret.

How she adored her Monster...

Still, she would be looking forward to her trip to Paris where she could have a little peace and quiet for a change.