Darker Passions: Dracula Page 12

  Chapter Twenty

  John, with Mina's help, roused Lucy from her bed and brought her to the asylum under great protest. The sun was setting and she screamed that she must be free to visit Count Dracula. "I must! Let me go to him!"

  Word had been sent to both Arthur and Quincey, who joined the three in the basement of the asylum, there to await Van Helsing.

  "How dare you!" Lucy yelled at the men and Mina. "I will not tolerate this. I shall whip you all until your skin is in shreds!"

  The spark of her old self inspired joy in John Steward and he could see the effect was the same in the others. Each had longed to find their old Lucy again, to receive her attentions.

  "More," she continued, "I shall have Count Dracula himself deal with you, then you shall know the true meaning of pain."

  "I think not, Miss Westenra." It was the voice of Van Helsing, which drew all eyes to the door. He strode purposefully into the room carrying a large carpetbag with him, which he set on a small table. He turned and stared at Lucy, the look in his eye peculiar, or at least it was one not familiar to John. "And who, sir, might you be?" Lucy demanded.

  "Your savior, but you may call me Master."

  "Ha!" Lucy said, thrusting her hips forward with fists resting on them in defiance like a washerwoman, and yet her eyes sparkled in amusement. "Sir, I would suggest you save yourself, for I have but one Master. And also, you do not know me and of what I am capable."

  "I know of what you were once capable but are no longer inclined to do."

  "I fail to see how this is your business," Lucy said, backing down slightly.

  "The truth will be bared before you shortly, as you shall be bared before me. Strip her!"

  Lucy looked shocked but recovered quickly and demanded, "No one will touch me!"

  The professor looked to John first, who nodded across to Arthur, Quincey and Mina. "The professor is correct. If we wish to save her, we must act as he instructs."

  The four descended on Lucy and pulled the dress from her flailing body. She kicked and screamed but they soon had her naked, her plump little buttocks quivering in fury, her breasts jiggling in indignation. Long blonde ringlets fell about her sweet shoulders and the short hairs between her legs curled. Her lips and cheeks were flushed with color and her lavender eyes sparkled at this challenge.

  Her body bore the marks of the Count. Her bottom was rosy, but only a square of it, the same as what John and Mina had seen. There were other signs, across her back, her breasts and her thighs, as if she'd suffered a lash. Most prominent were the two puncture wounds at her throat.

  She raced to the door, but the professor had locked it. They watched in silence as she struggled with the knob. She yelled at them, and stamped her foot like a petulant child. Meanwhile, Van Helsing calmly removed the tools of his trade from his bag. His back turned to her, he said, "Lie on the table, Miss Westenra, on your stomach. You are endangering yourself and those who love you and are in need of a specialist's care."

  Lucy's lower lip trembled and she pouted prettily but something in Van Helsing's tone reached her and she climbed onto the long table in the middle of the room.

  Van Helsing handed each of the four onlookers a length of hemp and instructed, "Bind her limbs to the table legs."

  Again Lucy flailed and cursed but they managed to secure her enough so that she lay splayed.

  "An important principle of science is that of reversal.

  Anything taken to an extreme will reverse itself as there is a natural pendulum swinging from one pole to the next. Your poles have been reversed, Miss Westenra, and I intend to reverse them again."

  John Steward, from years of classes with the professor, felt free enough to inquire, "Sir, if you wouldn't mind explaining. I myself do not understand your diagnosis nor your treatment and I fear these laymen are entirely in the dark."

  Van Helsing now had a piece of hose in his hand, an inch in diameter and approximately two feet long. As he walked to the table he said, "You each know yourselves that at some point pain becomes pleasurable. But let me start simply: an action must needs have a reaction. All things are causal and one affects another. If I bring a paddle down on an unsuspecting behind, the flesh must plump up around the sides of that paddle. That is the nature of science."

  "That, sir, is obvious," John said. "But how does this relate to extremes?"

  "Watch and learn," the professor instructed.

  Lucy's legs were spread wide. He probed her anus and she contracted her ass muscles. "Hold her open!" he said.

  Mina grabbed one cheek and John the other, stretching them wide so that Lucy's muscles could no longer close her openings.

  "Damn you both!" Lucy screamed.

  Professor Van Helsing wiggled the end of the hose until it fit nicely into Lucy anus. Then he pushed and wiggled three quarters of the rubber snake inside her.

  Lucy struggled but to no avail; she was being held fast.

  John had never seen an appliance like this used in this manner before. He had heard of a process whereby rubber was heated with sulphur and yet he had never seen the like. He watched fascinated as Van Helsing attached a smaller hose to the free end of the larger one and ran it to a hand pump which he had removed from his bag and placed between Lucy's feet.

  He then attached the pump to a large glass bottle filled with a foul-smelling whitish liquid, several quarts by the look of it. Immediately the professor began pulling and pushing on the pump's handle and slowly the level of the liquid in the bottle diminished.

  All of a sudden Lucy let out a howl. Every muscle in her body contracted. The howl turned to a wail. The professor continued pumping.

  "You're killing her!" Arthur yelled.

  "I'm gonna put a stop to this!" Quincey declared.

  The professor halted them with a look. "You will remain where you are and not hinder Miss Westenra's treatment or you will deal with me!"

  Both Arthur and Quincey looked chastised and excited but they did not move to hinder the process.

  The professor continued, despite Lucy's heart-wrenching shrieks, until the bottle was empty. He then removed the smaller hose and quickly thrust a plunger into the end of the larger hose, which he capped, ensuring the liquid would remain inside her.

  Through her ear-piercing screams, Van Helsing could be heard to say, "Now, if you gentlemen, and Mrs. Harker will join me, I believe it is time for dinner."

  Over a meal of white wine, roast fowl and fresh cranberry sauce, Professor Van Helsing explained to them what he had done. John listened, enthralled.

  "The solution forced into Miss Westenra's rectum and expanding it to its full capacity is essentially crushed garlic, diluted. Garlic, of course, is an ancient bane to the vampire and since the anus is Count Dracula's preferred entry point, he will no doubt be discouraged. In a more scientific light, its nutrients enrich the blood and help ward off disease. Of course, if you have ever pressed raw garlic to a sensitive area, you will know the effect, hence her screams. In this case it is even now stinging the rectum, producing in Miss Westenra one of two possible reactions."

  He shoved the tender breast meat into his mouth and munched happily, letting the juices from the fat spill down his chin. John was astonished by this man, normally so impeccable and neat in the extreme. He had never witnessed such erotic pleasures in Van Helsing. In fact, John had long been puzzled by this man who, within the young Dr. Steward's experience, had neither tasted of another's flesh nor been tasted by any. Of course, it was the mark of genius to be eccentric.

  "Professor Van Helsing," Mina asked, "I am having trouble understanding your theory of extremes."

  "Mrs. Harker, obviously your experience is limited."

  Mina blushed, and John noticed her nipples firm. Perhaps it was his imagination, but the dress she wore tonight seemed a bit tighter and less drab in color than the ones he had seen her in before.

  "Quite simply, Miss Westenra will do one of two things: preferably, she will reconsider her recent attra
ction to a life of submission. When one of her temperament has a option of receiving or inflicting, the latter is often chosen, but not always. The other thing that could occur to her is related. If pain is desirable, then the one who is capable of administering it most effectively becomes the coveted Master. In the event that Miss Westenra is unable to make the shift back to her former self, she will at least learn that there is a Master superior to the vampire Count, capable of fulfilling her deepest longings, namely myself."

  Well, John thought, this was a peculiar twist. Van Helsing, the old curmudgeon himself, taking on a female submissive! John had never heard the like. As far as he knew, Van Helsing preferred disciplining males. The man had said on more than one occasion that men were superior because they were hardier and therefore capable of tolerating rougher treatment, making the experience for the Master more rewarding.

  "But how's this relate to what you were talking about today? About extremes?" Quincey asked.

  Van Helsing lay his fork down and blotted his lips with the napkin. He gave Quincey an appraising look, and Quincey blanched, as if something had been seen which he had carefully kept hidden.

  "If I play with opposites, Mr. Morris, then I am in fact able to create white out of black pigment and vice versa. I could, in fact, create a sadist from a masochist or turn a dominant personality into a submissive. In theory, by forcing someone to an extreme, a woman could be turned into a man or," and here he gave Quincey a penetrating look, "a man into a woman."

  The theory was not elaborated on and Quincey did not push for further explanation. John thought of doing so himself, but the professor seemed eager to return to the basement and check on Lucy.

  When they arrived she was moaning. The sound was half pain, half pleasure.

  Van Helsing crouched at the end of the table and grabbed her luxuriant hair, forcing her to look him in the eye. Her tortures had only enlivened her features. Her eyes were brighter, her lips and cheeks pinker. She looked at Van Helsing with a touch of adoration. "Miss Westenra," he said, "I hope you have reconsidered your ways."

  "I have, sir," she said compliantly. Apparently, John thought, we have no hope of retrieving our Mistress.

  The professor immediately went to his bag and brought back a strange-looking paddle.

  "This, Mr. Morris," he said, "may prove to be a concrete example of the theory you and Mrs. Harker are having such trouble understanding."

  He walked to the side of the table. "Miss Westenra has been in considerable pain. Not enough, however, to produce the preferred result, although the secondary result is well underway to becoming fixed in her mind."

  He held the paddle up so all could see it clearly. It was half an inch thick, made of grey rubber and somewhat flexible. Curiously, holes had been drilled here and there on its surface.

  "Why rubber, sir," John asked.

  "When a paddle contacts flesh," Van Helsing said, "that flesh is warmed, of course. Repeated contact increases the heat.

  Wood paddles on skin create heat, leather on skin creates more heat, but rubber paddling flesh will produce the most heat. The material has been altered from its natural form, for it is found in a tree and changed by man's hand into something other than what nature manufactured. Hence, its inherent transformative properties."

  "We do the same to leather," Arthur suggested.

  "You are correct, Mr. Holmwood, leather is treated in brine and tanned, whereas wood is in its natural state. But the tanning process is not as extreme as the processing of rubber. That substance shifts from liquid to solid."

  "So," John asked, "the rubber creates more heat more quickly. But why the holes? Surely they reduce the effect."

  Van Helsing handed him the paddle. It was lighter than any paddle John had held, even those made of thin birch. One side was smooth rubber, the other ribbed. He ran his palm across both sides, wondering what such a paddle would do to flesh already as tender as Lucy's.

  "You feel the lightness," the professor said. "It is the holes. A lighter paddle moves faster."

  "Won't it have a lessened impact?" It was Mina who asked and the professor smiled indulgently at her, making John think the man was losing his mind. Mina blushed scarlet.

  "Mrs. Harker, this is physics, beyond the understanding of most people, certainly a woman like yourself."

  Mina bristled at such treatment. Had not the professor held an implement that could speak to her as well as Lucy, she likely would have contradicted him. John saw that she realized her precarious situation and, for the moment, decided to act prudently.

  "The impact will become apparent," Van Helsing said. "The holes serve an additional purpose which, too, becomes obvious, if you will all be patient."

  He took a small rubber ball from his bag of tricks and instructed John, "Insert this into Miss Westenra's mouth."

  Lucy resisted, but John forced open her jaw and slid the ball in. Her face was pale with anticipation, for she had heard everything and was eager with expectation.

  John felt titillated. After all the lickings he had received at her hand he was now about to watch her receive a greater thrashing, from the Master disciplinarian himself.

  Van Helsing raised the paddle and brought the smooth side down hard on Lucy's right ass cheek. Her torso hopped into the air as much as the restraints permitted and the short fat rubber hose sticking out of her anus quivered. The one cheek the paddle had punished reddened immediately, with the added advantage of creating bright crimson circles where the holes had struck. They reminded John of the circles made by the use of hot glass cups on the back when trying to draw a cold from the body. The professor cracked her other cheek soundly, creating a similar effect.

  Lucy screamed, but the rubber ball kept the sound muffled and John quickly saw the advantage of that. The thought occurred to him that he might use the same equipment on his more vocal patients.

  Through his excitement he was curious, and examined the hot marks with his fingers. The holes in the paddle were edges which, he now understood, meant that they created the kind of line any edge would make.

  Van Helsing raised and lowered the paddle onto each cheek again. The effect was immediate—scalding cheeks with acid red circles.

  "May I try, sir?" It was Arthur who had spoken and John was surprised at this.

  The professor handed over the paddle. Arthur took a stance, firmly planting his feet to ensure balance. He let Lucy have it full force, twice on each cheek. The fervor in his eyes appealed to John, who had an immediate fantasy of Arthur's paddle striking his ass dead on. He had never seen his long-time friend in this light before and had to admit the idea of being spanked by Arthur the boxer was exhilarating.

  "Mr. Holmwood," Van Helsing interrupted, "if you are going to do the job, you must not hold back, else Miss Westenra will suffer more in the long run. If you are not man enough, simply say so."

  Arthur took up the challenge. "I shall do better, sir," he said, and Van Helsing nodded.

  John watched with excitement as Arthur paddled Lucy with the vigor of a young, strong man. Her ass cheeks flamed in two colors and the hose bounced in the air. Between her splayed legs, John saw liquid glistening at her moist opening and he longed to fuck her wet cunt.

  Arthur worked up a sweat quickly as he was so energetic. John could now see that as the paddle struck, the skin from Lucy's bottom was forced up into the open holes, hence the rings of red. Those rings formed little ridges that swelled, blistering before his eyes.

  Suddenly Van Helsing grabbed Arthur's hand in mid air. "Enough. If you break the blisters you not only risk infection but also postpone further treatment. Miss Westenra is in dire condition and will need almost continuous therapy.

  "Stand against the wall, the three of you," he ordered, indicating that Mina should join him on the other side of the room.

  The men took their places along the wall, John in trepidation, knowing full well of what the professor was capable.

  And yet, before his startled eyes, Van Helsing
untied Lucy and removed the ball from her mouth.

  "Miss Westenra," he said, "you will service all, excluding myself, and Mrs. Harker of course, beginning with Mr. Holmwood, to whom you owe most."

  Mina's face paled and rage filled her eyes at this perceived insult.

  Tears streaked Lucy's face, yet her skin tone was pink. Her eyes flickered with the ecstasy caused by severe pain and excitement.

  "Sir, I beg you, may I first use the toilet," she said.

  "No, Miss Westenra, you may not, but you will do as you have been ordered in silence or receive another round with the paddle." He punctuated the command with a sharp crack of the rubber against her raw bottom.

  Immediately she hopped from the table and on hands and knees crawled to Arthur.

  She unbuttoned his trousers and slipped them down to his knees. The muscles of his thighs bulged against the skin and his brown pubic hair curled at his crotch. She looked up at him through her wet lashes and in a throaty voice, raw from screaming, said lasciviously, "Arthur, my love," and took his member into her mouth.

  Lucy worked him well, licking and sucking both his cock and then his balls. Arthur struggled for control but the events had been too much for him and he came readily between her lips.

  Next Lucy crawled to Quincey and undid his pants as well. He wore a strange contraption, possibly designed for riding, which held his rigid cock firmly in place. She unhooked this and his member sprang upward. Lucy's tongue lapped at the underside of his penis. He arched his back and held her head, guiding it. John watched Quincey's balls tighten. Lucy's head bobbed over him far longer than with Arthur. Quincey thrust his hips forward and groaned loudly as he shot into her mouth.

  Lucy licked her full lips of the hot juices and crawled to John. His cock stood at attention. She held his balls in her hand and squeezed, first gently, then harder. Pressure built in his scrotum. Her rough tongue slowly licked up his shaft and over the tip of his cock then down the inside. Meanwhile her raw bottom with the rubber tubing still dangling from it like a tale bobbed in the air in time, exciting him—he could almost feel heat rising off her ass.