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Dracula's Daughter

Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cheating, Coercion, Cruelty, Death, Domination/submission, Erotica, Fan fiction, Gothic, Group Sex, Horror, Mind Control, Monster, Murder, Reluctance, Romance, Stockholm Syndrome, Threesome, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 90.6, Source: sexstories.com

quiet. The only sound in the entire flat was John's strained panting. Slowly, deliberately, he pointed to the door again. "Go," was all he said. *** "She'll recover. Physically, anyway. Mentally....well, we're back to square one." Dr. Seward sighed. Professor Van Helsing had his head in his hands. "I should have listened to you, Gwen. I can’t believe I sent Helen into that kind of danger." Gwen shook her head. "He was listening to Helen. It would have worked. I'd have been no better off on my own." They were in Dr. Seward's study, after a night and a day and part of a night with Helen at the hospital. She was there still, lying in bed, holding the crucifix as tightly as she could. She'd refused to part from it, and now that night was on Gwen was glad. She pondered the dark. "I suppose John will tell the countess what happened. Do you think she'll...?" "Undoubtedly," Van Helsing answered. "But not yet. She still needs a mortal agent to act in daylight, and prepare her escape." "Escape to where?" said Dr. Seward. "How do you know she's going?" "A bit of foresight and a bit of luck," said Van Helsing. "The call I received earlier was from a friend in the police. I had asked him to keep an eye out for anything strange. He told me a very unusual story about two men arrested for grave robbing last night." "Grave robbing?" Helen said, horrified. "But this is the important part: They insisted they had not stolen any bodies. They said that the coffin they took from the tomb was ... empty of everything except dirt, and that they'd been paid by a gentleman to move it and ready it for shipping. The cemetery was not far from Brussel Place." "She's running," Gwen said, and now she felt a flash of something new: anger. White-hot fury. "According to the men arrested, they delivered the box to a particular ship: The Belgrade, which sets sail for New Orleans tomorrow night. Another lucky break: If any ship leaving sooner had accommodated our friend John's demands, I'm sure we would already have missed them." "But how do we stop them?" Gwen said. She was toying with the crucifix Van Helsing had given her. She was still not entirely comfortable wearing it. Van Helsing fixed her with a meaningful look. "Miss Hartley, I see a long voyage in our future." *** Fog again. Gwen imagined she'd never seen another clear night in London. Then she realized she might never see another night in London at all. The Belgrade was a rusty tramp boat, but her captain guarded it jealously. He gave Gwen and Professor Van Helsing evil looks as they boarded. "I don't like my ship cluttered up with a bunch of bally passengers." Van Helsing gave him a bemused look. "We ask nothing but a corner to sleep and a little food. That's well worth 400 pounds." "Don't see why you couldn't have gone in the morning. Plenty of other ships in the morning.” "We have reasons. Lucky ones, as your bank book is concerned." The captain could not argue with that. Their cabin was really just a pantry that had been ...