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Smoky dew was rising from the shrubs and grassy hills of Transylvania in this early overcast dawn. The country road was quiet?until a four-horse-drawn wagon came pounding urgently down the bumpy gravel.On the driver?s seat was Dorin handling the raging horses while the lamp hanging next to him bounced and shook.In the wagon were four of his closest friends and neighbors. Dark-haired Victor, young Iosif, and chubby Grigor were each holding on to the cargo they had bagged. Watching over them was Adam, tall, chiseled-jawed, and righteous.Black smoke was still billowing from where they came?the haunted castle still burning.The night before Adam had bravely led the townsfolk with their pitchforks and torches into that nightmarish castle. They had stormed it and set it ablaze. They had defeated the evil presence that lived there, with Adam himself striking the fatal blow with a sword dipped in holy water, making the mortally wounded villain flee into the night away from their town.Adam and his citizen army had won?and they had prisoners.Victor, Iosif, and Grigor could feel their prisoners struggling beneath them. They had wrapped them in black cloaks saturated with the smell of garlic. The prisoners were murmuring and whimpering. Hearing their struggle made Adam smile as he proudly watched the smoke behind them.The townsfolk were so indebted to Adam, so proud of his bravery, they deferred to him on what to do with the prisoners. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. But it would require some secrecy.The wagon rode into town, past the curious townspeople. It continued to the edge of town, where there was an abbey.*Friar Lucien stood outside a hut, one structure in his sprawling monastery, and watched as the wagon pulled up.?Blessings to you, Adam,? the friar said.Adam stood up, victorious. ?Is everything ready, friar??Friar Lucien nodded and peered over the side of the wagon to see the figures struggling under the cloaks. He took a deep, nervous breath and opened his hands.?I welcome these three into this building,? he kaçak iddaa said to the sky.Adam nodded to the boys. ?Unload them.? Then his face turned dark. ?Let?s have some fun.?Victor, Iosif and Grigor grabbed the three prisoners. Lucien could see their female forms under the black cloaks. He caught a glimpse of a white shapely leg. The men dragged the captives towards the hut where he anxiously held the door open for them.?Park the horses around the back,? Adam said to Dorin. Then he gave him a grin. ?Then hurry back. I don?t want you to miss out.?Dorin squinted in confusion but did as he was told.Lucien waited for Adam. ?Stake them through the heart, then decapitate and dispose. That?s what we need to do.??In due time, friar,? Adam said. ?In due time.?Lucien stared at him as Adam marched into the hut. ?In due time??He hurried to catch up with Adam.?Dispose of them quickly,? the friar urged Adam.?After we?ve?interrogated them, Friar,? Adam said.?No, now, while they?re weakened!??They?ll remain weakened,? Adam said sharply. ?I?ve studied them.??They?re still dangerous,? the friar worried.?We?ll be all right.?*They entered the hut and watched Adam?s friends roughly handle the female prisoners.The three women were Monica, Michaela, and Florina, known as ?the weird sisters??wives, daughters, and accomplices to the demonic killer once known as Vlad the Impaler.Grigor had a hold of the dark-haired beauty Monica. Voluptuous and dangerous, she had posed for so long as a gypsy fortuneteller before the people realized who and what she was and whom she served. Last night during the siege, she nearly killed six of them before they subdued her.Now look at her, thought Adam.She was strung up to a wooden beam, her long straight dark hair hanging from her head, her hands tied. Her flaming blood-red skirt and white blouse were dirty. Her pale face was darkened from the fires that had been set at the evil house.Grigor lifted her chin and slapped her, her hair flying. He went behind her and ripped open her white blouse to expose kaçak bahis the alabaster skin of her back. A breast poured out. He pushed her hair to her front so that her back would be bare.Adam chuckled with sinister satisfaction.?Watch out, Adam!? Lucien screamed.The second sister, the young, baby-faced, light brown-haired Michaela, had broken away from Iosif and was coming towards Adam in her white, dirtied, translucent nightgown.?Watch her teeth!? Victor yelled from the other side of the hut.Adam elbowed Michaela in her neck just as she tried to gnarl at him with her fangs, then he grabbed her curly hair and threw her to the ground. She crumpled and crawled on the floor with her hands in chains. Adam stood over her, fists clenched, an angry look on his face.?Whore, wench, vampire, bitch!? he growled at her.**He put his boot on Michaela?s back to hold her down.?Iosif, you bastard,? he said. Iosif tried to apologize, but Adam cut him off. ?String her up. Upside down.??Don?t lose your way,? the friar warned Adam. ?Don?t fall victim to evil while combating evil thyself!?Adam glanced around the various torture equipment around the hut and turned back to the friar. ?And what have you been doing to ?combat evil?, good friar?? When the friar didn?t answer, Adam said, ?It?s under control.?Dorin returned and gulped when he saw the scene. He looked at Adam curiously.?Help Iosif,? Adam ordered.Dorin and Iosif tried a rope around Michaela?s ankles and threw it over another wooden beam. They worked together to pull the rope up, pulling Michaela up. Her nightgown dropped towards her breasts. She had no undergarments.The men stopped to look.This beautiful, sexy woman, once a threat, now strung up and vulnerable, was exposed to their gaze. In this dark room lit with candles and little sunlight, the gaunt, white female flesh of Michaela?s thighs and navel were the brightest things there. And they saw something they weren?t used to in a woman?a shaved mound.Lucien?s lips parted as he watched Michaela?s thighs shift.?Saints preserve illegal bahis us,? he muttered.Adam ordered them to secure the rope and drag a trough right below her.?Has the water been blessed, friar?? he asked. ?Friar!?The Friar nodded, still staring. ?It hath.??Good,? Adam said, nodding to his men. ?Lower her in.?Michaela started pleading. Dorin and Iosif began lowering her.?Please, please, no, no, no, please,? she begged.?Lower,? Adam said pitilessly.Her curly hair was in the trough.Her body flapped in fear and frustration as her head got closer to the water.?Lower,? Adam sang with evil pleasure.Michaela wailed and cried as she shook and squirmed, her face twisting, her body flapping, her feet struggling against the ropes.?Where is Vlad?? Adam asked her.?I don?t know, I don?t know, please, I don?t know,? she said.Her forehead was near the water.?Drop her in.?Michaela screamed.Just as she felt the burning sensation, Adam said, ?Stop.?The men looked at Adam.?Let?s not destroy them just yet,? he said. He chuckled. ?Take her down.??And this one?? asked Victor.Victor had a hold of the third sister, Florina, the blonde-haired minx that had seduced so many men and women to evil, including Adam?s wife. Florina fed off sexual energy for power according to one crazy wisewoman?s theory.?Something special for her,? Adam said.They put a bar between her teeth to keep her from biting them. Victor was holding her arms behind her. Adam used his dagger to start ripping off her black garments, her corset, her petticoats, tearing off what he could in a slight rage until she was practically nude in tattered rags.Adam chuckled when her white breasts bounced free as she stomped her white feet in frustration.?Secure this one to the floor,? Adam ordered Victor. Adam stepped away to a counter.Victor stretched out the naked vampire on the hay, spread-eagle, locking her limbs to chains.Victor stood over Florina and beheld her large nipples, her plump navel, her sumptuous white thighs, the black bush of pubic hair. He knelt between her cold legs and touched them, sliding up from her ankles to her knees to her thighs before converging his hands around her vagina.?It?s beautiful,? he said.?But wicked,? Adam added as he returned with a pail.