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The Journal of Jonathan Harker
By Robin O.
My name is Jonathan Harker. I had been looking for employment since I
graduated from college six months ago with a degree in Eastern European
history. My resume and photo on the Internet had not garnered me any job
offers. In fact, I hadn't even had an interview.
Then, I received an e-mail from an employment agency working for a
prospective employer in Romania offering me employment as a personal
secretary. As a college exchange student, I had been to Poland and
Czechoslovakia, but had not made it to Romania. I was excited by the
prospect of spending time in an Eastern European country, and since I
didn't have any other offers, I decided to accept. In only a matter of
days, I was provided with a plane ticket and directions to a mansion
where I was to be personal secretary to a Romanian count named Vlad Tepes
Dracula,
I arrived just before dusk, the final few miles in a horse-drawn carriage
from the nearby village. The driver dropped me off about 500 yards from
the entrance before dumping out my bags, turning the carriage around and
whipping the horses away. When I got to the entrance, I used the huge
knocker attached to a carved gargoyle on the door. Presently, the door
opened, and I saw the largest man I had ever seen in my life. He was
bald, with a coarse, brown/gray beard. He was at least 6-foot-8, and
seemed as thick as he was tall. At 5-7 and only 135 pounds, I felt more
than a bit intimidated.
"Uh ...." I cleared my throat ..... "I'm Jonathan Harker. Are you Count
Dracula, sir?"
The giant gave a grim smile, took my bags from me and ushered me inside.
"No sir," came a deep voice from the large man. "My name is Renfield,
sir. I am Count Dracula's servant. The Count is expecting you, sir.
Please wait here in the drawing room while I take your bags to your
quarters."
I looked around as I stood there, straightening my tie, and shaking out
my longish blond hair. I looked for a mirror, but there was none in the
room. I smiled to myself over being so uneasy. I came here for
employment, and I had decided that I wouldn't be intimidated by being in
a strange country. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the Count. He
seemed to materialize right next to me. He was a tall man, about 6-3,
bony and gaunt. His jet-black hair slicked back, his face heavily lined,
and when he spoke, it was in a rather teasing, thick Romanian accent.
"Welcome, Mr. Harker," he said, and for some reason a chill went down my
spine. He offered me his hand to shake. It was so very cold and clammy,
and his fingers were so long that my small, slim hand was lost in his.
"You must be hungry, Mr. Harker, after your long journey," he said.
"Please come into the dining room. Renfield has prepared your supper. I
have already dined, and will join you shortly."
I sat and ate a very satisfactory chicken dinner along with a glass of
red wine. When the Count returned, he stood by the table. I asked him if
he would be having a glass of wine with me.
"I never drink," said Dracula ..."wine."
Another cold chill went through me. I stuttered a bit when I asked him
about what my duties would be. He smiled, reminding me of a crocodile.
"There will be plenty of time to discuss your duties tomorrow evening,
Mr. Harker," he said. "You must be quite fatigued from your travels."
I was suddenly quite tired, but managed to ask the Count why he said
tomorrow evening.
"I dislike the daytime," he said. "We will do all our work at night.
Would that cause you terrible inconvenience, Mr. Harker?"
"Uh ... no ... no sir," I replied.
Dracula slowly looked me up and down and exhibited that crocodile smile
again. "You look very much like your Internet picture, Mr. Harker.
Renfield will take you to your quarters. I hope you will have pleasant
dreams."
Renfield appeared and led me upstairs to my room. The stairs creaked
under his massive weight. He opened the door and let me in before
respectfully backing out of the room. The door closed, and then I heard a
key turning.
I walked over and tried the door. It was locked!
"Renfield," I called out. "Renfield! Why did you lock the door?"
There was no answer. I decided to just go to sleep and worry about it in
the morning. I slept fitfully, dreams of howling wolves and dark mists
preventing me from feeling rested when I woke up. Renfield came in and
told me I was expected downstairs. I asked him what time it was. He told
me 6:30 p.m. It was already nighttime. I couldn't believe how long I had
slept. I figured I must have been more tired than I thought from my
journey.
Not knowing how formal the Count was at meals, I put on my best suit and
tie. I was about to go downstairs when Renfield came in again.
"That will never do, sir," he said.
Suddenly, the count appeared at the door. A foul, gray mist began to
filter into my room as I saw him nod at Renfield just before I began
feeling dizzy. Renfield's big hands picked me up as I passed out.
The next thing I know, I'm seated at the table across from Count Dracula,
who was wearing a black, high-collar tuxedo. I didn't know how I had
gotten there ... and I didn't know how I came to be dressed the way I
was.
My body had been shaved of every trace of a hair, and I caught the scent
of a subtle feminine perfume. It was coming from me! Renfield came over,
carrying a large mirror. He put it in front of me. I couldn't believe
what I saw. There I was in a lovely, light blue chiffon off-the-shoulders
dress. My blonde hair was fashionably and expertly coifed atop my head. I
looked at the Count in confusion. His face was stern, his eyes hypnotic.
I was suddenly terrified. I wanted to get up and leave, but my mind had
lost its will.
"You are a lovely young lady, Mr. Harker," said Renfield.
I wanted to scream, to get away, but instead, my bare shoulders slowly
shimmied and my wine glass moved from my neck down to my small cleavage.
"What?" I thought. "I ... I can't have cleavage."
The count reached out and touched my chin with his long, cold fingers.
Another chill went through me.
"Yes, Mr. Harker," he said in his heavy Romanian accent. "Or perhaps I
should say, Miss Harker? Your transformation is proceeding in a very
satisfactory manner."
My mind screamed, "My transformation! What?"
But I heard myself in a soft feminine voice purr and say, "Thank you,
Count Dracula."
My hazel eyes were locked on his. They were purple and bloodshot ... and
overpowering.
"You have lovely shoulders," he said. "So slim and soft, and your
neck.... You will want to go to bed now, won't you?"
It was more a command than a question. It was also the last thing I heard
before I passed out. When I awoke, I was in my bedroom, under a rich, red
coverlet. I was wearing a sheer, white off-my-shoulders nightgown
showing a good deal of my new cleavage. My blond hair was now down,
cascading over my shoulders. I was feeling strangely soft, frail,
sensual. I shimmied my bare shoulders with my back against the pillow. My
fingertips slowly worked their way down my taut, curvy body until they
came to rest between my legs. I appeared in every other way to be a
woman, but I still had my slim 5-inch, circumcised penis.
My mind was a blur of confusion and feelings of unaccustomed femininity.
My small breasts pushed against my flimsy nightgown and my nipples were
aroused. My hands moved back up my body until they came to rest on either
side of my head. Then I heard a voice inside my mind. It belonged to
Count Dracula. I tried so hard to ignore it. I had never backed down from
a fight or felt any man was superior to me, But Dracula's voice in my
mind just went right through me. I closed my eyes and shook my head, but
the voice was too strong.
I rose from the bed, my back straight and my posture perfect. I walked
out of the room, feeling sensual and pure, my blonde hair cascading over
my slim, white, bare shoulders as I came to the head of the staircase.
At the bottom of it stood Count Dracula, staring up at me with those
penetrating purple eyes. Slowly, inexorably, he glided up the stairs. I
was frightened out of my mind, but I couldn't move. Finally, he was right
in front of me, looking down at me with a hideous, bloodless smile. He
smelled like formaldehyde. His mind overpowering, I was only able to back
away into the bedroom, one small step at a time, while he hovered over
me, his eyes devouring me, until I was backed against the bed.
His hands reached out and grasped my bare shoulders. His touch was cold,
like a corpse's, slimy and foul against my pure, white skin. My skin
crawled, even as I felt myself surrender to his will. He maneuvered me
onto the bed. His hands, with his fingers so long and bony, remained on
my shoulders as his face approached mine. That formaldehyde stench
intensified as he opened his mouth to reveal to my silent horror, sharp
fangs on either side.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. His tuxedo jacket and shirt pressed
against my bare chest as his mouth captured mine. When I writhed and
tried to get away, he smiled evilly and put his cold, slimy tongue into
my mouth. I felt a combination of awful revulsion and irresistible desire
as the last traces of my masculinity dissipated. I was terrified, yet I
wanted the kiss to last for hours. For all I know, it did. Time lost all
meaning to me. My mind was a helpless blur. I breathed heavily, my
modest, tender breasts moving as Dracula's cold, bony hands kneaded them
through my flimsy nightgown. His eyes bore into mine. My slender wrists
seemed glued to the pillow on either side of my blonde head as my lovely
shoulders slowly shimmied. Then slowly, Dracula's confident, grinning
face descended. His hot, fetid breath repulsed me even as I opened my
mouth to accept his serpentine tongue. Then, his hands caressing my
shoulders, he ended the kiss, opened his mouth in an animalistic sneer
and revealed his razor-sharp fangs.
He could see the fear in my eyes, even as I stretched my head to one
side, revealing more of my slim, regal neck in surrender. His evil smile
grew more broad. My little hands impotently grabbed at his sleeves as his
mouth descended upon my helpless neck. My slim, lithe body tensed. Then,
as his fangs penetrated my soft, tender skin, I felt my slim penis
explode in the most powerful orgasm of my young life. My world was awash
in brilliant colors. I felt my back arch and heard myself cry out as I
drifted off into oblivion.
I had no idea how many hours I slept before awaking, feeling unusually
fresh and vital, my senses alive as never before. I shook my head,
figuring that the whole experience of the night had just been a
nightmare. But it seemed that as I moved my head that my blonde hair was
longer. I sat up, and I was in the same, white, off-my-shoulders
nightgown. It was still clean and fresh-smelling, but my breasts had
grown somewhat larger. They weren't huge by any means, but they were
perky and prominent as they pressed against the silk nightgown.
I rose and walked to the windows and the drawn curtains. My steps were
sensual and feminine, my blonde hair halfway down my slim back. I moved
the curtain aside with one hand and peered outside. It was nearly dusk.
Almost mechanically, I moved to a dressing table where I found a
hairbrush. As I brushed my hair, it came away from my neck. Looking in
the small mirror, I noticed two tiny wounds, but when I ran my fingertips
over them they disappeared. Perplexed, I bit my lower lip, wondering why
I was looking at the reflection of a lovely girl instead of the slim
young man who had arrived at Dracula's mansion.
I walked to the closet, where I found only one garment. It was a formal,
mid-thigh-length jet-black halter gown that seemed made for my slim,
pantyless body, and I glided into it, revealing just a bit of cleavage.
On the floor of the closet were matching black high-heeled shoes. Since I
had never worn women's shoes before, I was surprised how well I could
walk with them. Some of my long, straight hair fell over my slim, bare
right arm and the cleavage of my right breast while the remainder rested
on my bare neck and back. My posture perfect, I opened the now-unlocked
door and moved to the stairway.
"Good evening, Miss Harker. Allow me to accompany you down to the dining
room."
I was startled. Count Dracula had seemed to just materialize next to me.
I femininely rested my hand on his tuxedoed arm as we walked downstairs.
My mind was screaming "no," but his eyes controlled my fresh, young body.
They seemed to be taunting me as if to pretend that last night never
happened. When we got to the table, he kissed my hand. His cold lips made
me shiver. Goosebumps appeared on my bare shoulders and my nipples
pressed against the black halter.
Dracula's eyes bored into mine as he smiled cruelly, revealing those
awful fangs. He moved slowly toward me. My arms helplessly at my sides,
my shoulders back, my breathing labored, making my breasts strain against
my dress, Count Dracula arrogantly moved my hair aside with the back of
his right hand, exposing my neck. He looked so tall, so masterful, so
dominant. I tilted my head, and felt his fetid breath on my neck as I
trembled.
Then ... I heard Renfield's deep voice.
"Master," he said, a bit fearfully. "I'm sorry, Master. The mayor of the
village is here with the council members. They say they need to talk to
you about the land in the cemetery you said you wanted. They are in your
library, sir."
Dracula hissed angrily, then smiled evilly.
Guiding me with a firm hand against the small of my bare back, he led me
out to the library. I was terrified, but perhaps I could appeal to the
men to help me escape. But when we entered Dracula's library, all I could
do was stand there, my small hands femininely holding on to the Count's
crooked elbow. The old mayor and the three council members gasped when
they saw me. They were undressing me with their eyes, a sensation I had
never experienced. It was disturbing that part of me enjoyed the idea
that these men found me attractive.
"Good evening, gentlemen," said Dracula in that thick accent. "May I
introduce Miss Harker, my new secretary?"
My mind screamed, "MISS Harker! No, I'm MR. Harker!"
But I just stood there demurely as the gentlemen bowed, and the mayor
kissed my hand. He told Dracula how fortunate he was to have such a
beautiful secretary, as the others nodded their approval.
"Yes," said Dracula with a sly grin as he held me by my right hand and
twirled me in front of them, my hair moving sensually as the men eyed my
bare back and slim thighs. "I intend to enjoy her company." He paused.
"For a very long time."
He turned his attention to the mayor.
"Miss Harker will excuse us as we go to the cemetery so I can complete
the purchase of the land I desire. It is very gracious of you, Mayor, to
accommodate my need to do this at night."
He kissed my hand.
"I shall return in a few hours, my dear," said Dracula. "We will resume
... our conversation ... when I return."
They left, two of the councilmen stealing a last, lustful glance at me as
they went out the door. I returned to the table, where Renfield brought
me dinner. All I wanted was a little soup and a glass of wine. Renfield's
eyes were all over me as I sat, my arms, my back, my crossed legs. He
asked me several times if I had enough soup or wine or if I needed
anything else.
My mind was a blur, and I don't know how much time passed, but for a
moment, my head cleared. By the way he was looking at me, Renfield
obviously found me attractive. Perhaps he could help me escape. He was a
giant, so strong, so powerful. Surely he wouldn't be afraid of Dracula.
"I'm going to my room now, Renfield," I said. "Would you be so kind as to
bring me a glass of wine in about 10 minutes?"
The big man eager to please, and said he would bring me the wine. I
gently touched his face with my right hand and went up to my room. I
wanted to look as helpless and in need of a strong man as I could, so I
oozed out of the halter dress and put on the white, off-my-shoulders
nightgown. Soon there was a knock on the door. After I told him to come
in, Renfield entered, carrying a tray containing an open carafe of wine
and a glass. The big man saw me standing in the nightie in front of the
bed with my arms demurely behind my back. This caused my half-revealed
breasts to be more prominent and my bare shoulders to look even more
vulnerable. I didn't plan the pose. It just, for some reason, came
naturally.
"Renfield," I whispered. "I must escape. I need your help. Please ... you
must help me."
The huge man's eyes grew big. He began to breathe heavily, his dull brain
trying to process what was going on.
"Help you?" he roared. "Help you?"
I looked into his eyes and immediately became alarmed.
"Help you?" he yelled.
With one mighty arm, he threw the tray against the wall and ran over to
me.
"No!" I cried.
"Here," he yelled, his eyes bugging out. "I'll help you!"
He grabbed me in his massive arms, crushing me to him as his mouth
engulfed mine. I was trapped in his arms as his tongue plunged violently
into my little mouth. Effortlessly, he tossed me onto the bed. Lying on
my back, I shuddered as I watched him tear off his shirt and remove his
pants. His penis was uncut and by far the biggest one I had ever seen.
His eyes were aglow with lust. He was no longer thinking. All he knew ...
all he wanted to know ... was that he wanted me.
"No!" I pleaded. "Please ... Renfield, no!"
But the big man was not to be denied. Drool dripped down upon his heavy
beard and he leaped onto the bed. His massive hands on my bare shoulders,
he kissed me hard. His hard, muscular body pinned my slim one to the bed.
His beard scratched my neck, and I could feel his penis up against my
hip. Then his big left hand grabbed my hair and pulled me toward his
huge, smelly organ.
"You want to suck Renfield's cock, missy?"
He was taunting me. I shook my head "no," sobbing softly, keeping my lips
shut tight.
"SUCK IT!" he commanded.
I shook my head, pitifully.
Renfield then slapped my face with his right hand. I saw stars. My pretty
body went limp. The giant penis moved closer and closer. Renfield's hand
in my hair hurt as he continued to taunt me.
"You're so beautiful," he said derisively. "First, my pretty one, you're
going to suck my big cock. Then I'm going to shove it up your pretty,
virgin ass."
His hand still in my hair, he bent down and kissed me like he owned me.
When his tongue finally stopped its assault on my little mouth, I was
crying,
"Please, Renfield," I begged. "Please stop."
Instead, he slapped my face with his huge penis.
"Suck it!" he commanded, his beard wet, his massive, naked, sweaty body
pressed against my nightgown.
I didn't know whether my slim body could survive an anal assault from
that giant sex organ. I pushed against his chest, but it was no use.
Then I heard the angriest sound I've ever heard. More of a hiss than a
voice, it belonged to Vlad Tepes Dracula, who appeared out of a mist at
the bedroom door.
"RENFIELD!"
With one bony hand, Dracula lifted the giant off of the bed. With the
other, Dracula began an assault that defied description. The huge man was
no match for the count's ferocity. My hair all over my face and torso, my
nightgown far off my shoulders, revealing one breast, I cowered
femininely on the bed as Dracula continued his assault like an animal
tearing open the body of its prey. Dracula's long fingernail slit open
Renfield's jugular vein. Blood was everywhere, and it was over in
seconds. Renfield was dead, and Dracula - his eyes now on mine --
disdainfully drank the big man's blood for a few moments.
The ferocity of Dracula's assault had left me speechless. I looked at
Renfield's lifeless body, his terrified eyes staring into space.
Sated, Dracula slowly walked over to me, stroked my hair and adjusted my
nightgown properly off my shoulders. His accented voice was amazingly
tender, considering what he had just done to Renfield.
"I did not bring you all this way to allow you to be with anyone else, my
dear" he said. "You are mine. You will belong to me forever. Do you
understand?"
My mind was clear. From my feminine transformation to the horror of
seeing what Dracula had just done to Renfield, I knew my life would be
forever changed. I tossed my hair and nodded. Those dominant eyes sapped
me of any resistance. Somehow, I knew what I must do. With one of my
delicate hands, I reached out and unbuttoned the shirt of a man I now
realized was a vampire. Dracula's chest was hairless, his skin cold like
that of a corpse. With one fingernail, he made a vertical cut on his
chest, causing a trickle of blood to appear.
He placed his cold, bony hands gently on my bare shoulders, guiding
rather than forcing my face to his chest. I moaned softly ... purely out
of desire as I sexily shimmied my shoulders in his grasp. Slowly,
sensually, I moved my mouth to his wound. My hands tenderly up against
his chest, I writhed submissively as I tasted the vampire's rancid blood.
Dracula closed his eyes and his head moved back as I kissed his chest and
licked his blood. My eyes peered over to the lifeless form of Renfield,
but it seemed not at all strange to be doing what I was doing.
After a long time, Dracula moved me back by my shoulders. His eyes on
mine, he reached down and effortlessly scooped me up. I crossed my slim
arms around his neck, and my straight blonde hair hung down as he carried
me into the basement. There was an ornate bed and nearby, two coffins.
Gently laying me down on the bed, he slowly removed his clothes. His body
was repulsive, like some slowly decomposing animal's. His penis was long
and thin and smelled of formaldehyde. Part of me wanted to run away, but
some sort of perverted desire caused me to writhe sexily on the bed,
shimmying my bare shoulders and making little feminine noises of
pleasure.
Dracula looked at my heaving breasts and my slim, curvy body. I could see
the lust in his eyes as he moved his body over mine. His ice-cold hands
caressed my soft shoulders as his mouth covered mine. His breath was
terrible, but I didn't care. I moaned deep in the back of my throat as I
kissed him for all I was worth, running my slim tongue over his fangs.
His hands were all over me, pulling at my nightgown. The vampire was
sexually turned on ... by me! He pulled his mouth away from mine, and for
a moment, I thought he was going to plunge his fangs into my neck. But he
wanted more.
He pulled the elastic of my nightgown top down, revealing my breasts. His
mouth went first to my left breast, then my right, biting, nipping,
sucking. My little hands grabbed the coverlet as Count Dracula made my
entire body tremble. His hands pulled the nightie off my body, and he
kissed me again. I could feel the hunger in his kiss as I seductively
wiggled under him.
We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he broke off the
kiss and looked into my eyes. I knew what he wanted without him saying
anything. I moved my body down to his penis, moved my knees between his
legs and took the cold, putrid member into my sweet mouth. It was the
first penis I had ever tasted, and I surrendered myself to its power.
"Yes, pretty girl," the vampire said in his Romanian accent as his right
hand stroked my hair. This was preordained ever since I saw your picture
on the Internet."
I felt so feminine and submissive as his penis continued to grow in my
moist mouth. I moaned and purred as it snaked down my throat. I wanted to
gag, but I didn't. It was at once the most repulsive and sexy thing that
has ever happened to me. My hair hung over my face as I found myself
wiggling my slim body, trying so hard to please this demon I had just
seen murder another man. His penis, covered in my saliva, popped out of
my mouth. I couldn't believe how long it had become. He smiled at me and
masterfully turned me over on my back.
"No, please," I murmured, shaking my blonde hair. "It's too big. Please
... no."
Dracula smiled cruelly and swiftly pinned my wrists over my head with one
of his cold, bony hands. His right hand slowly, slowly played with my
left breast, then ran over my slim, curvy torso again and again while his
cold lips made love to my mouth, shoulders and neck. My body was on fire,
my mind a blur, a reflection of Dracula's lust. With my body being so
deliciously defiled, I didn't notice that he had maneuvered between my
trim, milky thighs. His left hand still holding down my wrists, he moved
a sharp-fingernailed finger into my anus, then another. Meanwhile, he
nipped at my earlobe, collarbone and neck, making me tremble with desire.
Slowly, he removed his fingers, and in a lightning move, plunged his
snake-like penis inside me. I struggled, but it was no use. Immediately,
he began pumping into me. His eyes captured mine, and I surrendered
myself to him. I don't know when he released his grip on my wrists, but I
soon found my arms crossed gently around his neck.
Dracula looked down at me, triumphantly, as he continued to pump inside
me and run his hands over my lovely body. He was my lover, my master, and
I felt my small penis getting harder and harder. His penis seemed to
reach all the way to my throat as I writhed and moaned under him. I don't
know how long he was inside me, but I knew that dawn couldn't be far
away.
"Please, my darling," I whispered, not needing to explain what I wanted
him to do.
The foul-smelling vampire moved his hands to my soft, tender shoulders as
he raised his head over my face.
He kissed me tenderly, his tongue slowly thrusting to play with mine. I
could feel both our orgasms building. He raised his head and I moved my
head to expose my lovely neck. Dracula smiled at me one more time, then
rapidly sank his fangs into my neck. He grunted as his penis exploded
inside me. I shimmied my shoulders while he held them tight. I screamed,
and my little penis released my puny load of cum.
My breasts heaved as I tried to catch my breath. My body was limp,
exhausted while Dracula drained my lifeblood. I gave it willingly as I
grew faint and finally passed out.
It seemed like years later when I awoke. I was back in my bedroom. No
trace of the carnage done to Renfield remained, and I was once again
wearing the lovely white nightgown. I felt a little dizzy as I moved my
hair from my eyes. Then, as if out of a mist, appeared Count Dracula.
I moved my hand immediately to where his fangs had punctured my neck. As
I touched my wounds, they began to disappear. I looked up at Dracula.
"Am I ....? " I asked. "Am I a ....a ...?"
He laughed cruelly and smiled that crocodile smile.
"Are you a vampire, my dear?" he said derisively. "No, I considered it,
but I have decided that you are too lovely to make one of the undead. You
will remain my secretary, my live, human, beautiful secretary."
He ran his cold, bony right hand slowly from my bare left shoulder, over
my collarbone, over my chest and to my right shoulder, which he caressed
sensually.
"You must eat and build up your strength, Mr. -- or rather - Miss
Harker."
He was laughing a sinister laugh now.
"There is no doubt," he said with a sneer, "that I shall be in need of
your services again. And again. And again."
The vampire pulled me to him, caressing both my bare shoulders. He showed
his fangs, then covered them with his lips. He moved his mouth over my
neck. I could feel his hot, fetid breath, and although repulsed, I could
not resist him.
But he merely kissed my neck, gently scraping his fangs over it.
"Have a pleasant day, Miss Harker," he said, before disappearing in a
foul-smelling mist.
I snuggled back down into the bed, feeling trapped, but more sensual than
I ever felt as a man. Am I to remain Count Dracula's beautiful slave
forever? Or will someone one day find this journal and rescue me from his
foul clutches?
If you are reading this, please help me.
Please!
The End
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