It was a stormy night. The cold rain was falling so thick it was hard to see the road, and the last turn did not improve things. The road was smaller and they were lost. Martin was going no more than ten miles an hour and he thought that was too fast for what he could see.

“Do you know where we are?” June asked again. 

“It's not far now.” Jon answered from the front passenger seat.

Mary squeezed June's hand and the car engine died. 

Martin tried to restart it, but the car refused. 

“What will we do? Can you fix it?”

“Not in this weather.” Martin sounded depressed. 

“Is that a house?” June asked, looking at a light in the distance. 

“It could be.”

“It is.” June trying to sound sure.

By the time they got to the front door they were drenched, the single umbrella and raincoats had not protected them.

The door pull sounded ominous. 

Igor opened the door. “Good evening, Sirs, Ladies. Please come in.”

Igor stepped back and the four soaked visitors stepped in. They dripped.

“The Count will be with you shortly.”

“Arrange for some dry clothes Igor. Our guests must be uncomfortable.” The Count ordered from behind Igor.

There was a black cape with a red lining hanging close to the door.

As Igor guided them towards dry clothes they noticed a large picture of Christopher Lee playing Count Dracula gazing down from the wall.

“We are so grateful for everything. Do you have a phone? Our car broke down.” June asked.

“The phone is there, but I don't think anyone will come out tonight, but we have room here.” 

“Thank you….its dead!” Martin told everyone. 

“That will be the storm, our mains electricity has failed, we are on a generator. I am Vladimir, please call me Vlad.”

“I am Jon, this is Martin, Mary and June my wife.”

“I am very pleased to meet you.” Vlad replied.  “Shall we have dinner?”

After dinner,  Vlad led his guests to the snooker room.

“Would you like a game?” Vlad asked. “Please play, I will set up for you.”

Vlad set up the table. June and May had been watching Vlad closely over dinner and as he set the table. 

“Perhaps a forfeit would make it more interesting?” Vlad suggested.

“What do you have in mind?” Jon asked.

“Drinks Sir.” Igor offered. They had already had wine with dinner.

Everyone took a glass.

“I have the loser's wife.” Vlad suggested.

“What do you mean, have?” Jon asked.

“I take her to bed.”

Both women remained silent but exchanged glances. 

Jon put his cue down on the table. Igor seemed to be menacing while remaining polite as he served drinks.

“If you don't play you default and…” Vlad let it hang.

“We would like to try the car again.” Jon suggested weakly.

“That would not be wise, there are wolves in the forest.” Igor commented. 

On que there was a wolf howling in the distance. 

“Shall I break?” Martin asked, confident that he would win.

“I'll break.” Jon said, hoping for something to happen. Jon felt cornered.

The women both found being played for strangely tantalising, but showed nothing to the room.

Martin smashed the cue ball into the pack of reds and potted nothing. 

Jon potted red, blue and red.

Martin potted an easy red and then the cue ball.

Jon was well ahead when the last ball went down.

“Mary” Vlad extended his arm.

Mary looked at the hand. She knew what was expected. Mary placed her hand on the back of Vald's.

“No” Martin objected.

“You agreed. You were ready then. Now I am. It will be alright.” Mary reminded her husband. 

Martin felt trapped, he felt useless, he did not want to let his wife be taken away, but he did not know what to do. He did nothing. 

Vlad led Mary away, and Igor closed the door behind them.

Martin looked at the door, the trance he was in broke and he tried to open it. It did not open. 

“The door sticks in wet weather,  it is an old house.” Igor explained.

The maid who had said nothing until then offered. “She is safe, they will be back.”

June repeated. “It's ok.” June imagined the tall dark Count doing unspeakable things to Mary and wished it was her.

“We are going to bed Mary.” Vlad informed Mary.

“I know.”

Vlad opened her top.

“Martin is a lucky man.”

Mary looked down.

“You are my woman for an hour.” Vlad took a breast in his hand and kissed her.

Mary kissed back and knew she wanted whatever he did.

His hand slipped down and pushed into her elastic waistband. “Go to bed.” He commanded.

As he watched Mary slip the trousers off he undressed himself.

He climbed into bed beside her and found her pussy. She opened her legs. They kissed as Vlad fingered her clit.

Mary's passion grew and her kisses became hungry. Her body twisted with desire and lust. Her hands roamed his body wildly. 

Vlad moved and entered her. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” Mary demanded.

Vlad began pumping, her pleasure grew. Partly it was the skill that Vlad demonstrated,  partly it was a real Count in her, partly it was the strange feeling she felt in his presence. She had cum five times. There was also the thrill,  that strange thrill that he reminded her of Count Dracula, that turned to a moment of panic when he softly bit he kneck. He did not draw blood but he did cum. Her panic subsided as she felt him cum in her.

He was still hard as he left her.

Mary was not sure what she felt; shame for being unfaithful, worry that the Count had left his seed in here, worry about what Martin would say and do, or just proud that she had been chosen, but she was not chosen was she? Martin had lost her in a snooker game. She was pleased. 

Vlad was laying on his back, Mary had her head on his shoulder. She was wrapped in his arms.

“Will you do it again?” She asked.

“Perhaps,  we will see.”

Mary was pleased, but would have preferred a more definite answer. 

Mary sat in front of the mirror, Vlad was brushing her long hair, they were both naked.

“I am going to give you to Jon. He may be reluctant, you will encourage him. Will you do that for me?”

“I will do anything for you.” Mary replied. 

“Put this on.”

It was transparent. Even in the dim light of Vlad's bedroom she could see everything in the mirror.  Her full hairy pussy and her dark areola. Her nipple felt the robe's lightest of touch and she moved.