Carrie heldon around Charles' neck as she felt him inside her body. He was softlymoaning as his climax began and she felt his release in her bottom."O... yes, Carrie, yes," he groaned. "This is it!" She covered his mouthwith her kiss."Oh dear I, love this, God yes Charles, wonderful," as she felt himmove, turning as he laid her onto the bed, somehow without slipping fromher body."You are so deep inside me," she said softly as her arms and legswrapped about his body, holding him tightly, with his. First ActThe night entertainment always begins the same way. The curtain rises on a tableau depicting the exploits of the infamous Blood Countess - Elizabeth Bathory, the sadistic lesbian aristocrat convicted of abducting, torturing and killing hundreds of young girls in her native Hungary. The stage is empty apart from a huge evil-looking iron frame from which hang ropes and chains.The tableau resembles a pantomime, the plot unchanged in two hundred years. The central character is the evil. .. I manage to reach the woodand holding some together... get out of the water, positioning some...I make a very fragile raft... and try to work out how to row thissomewhere. That much seems hopeless. I'm drifting further and further.God, what do I do now... Just then... it begins... I feel somethingwrap itself round me... I try to get out of it, but it is everywhere...it closes round me... and suddenly, I am being drawn off... I slowlyfloat off the wood... moving... then the thing sinks into. . "What the hell do you think you're doing whore?" She again opened her mouth to speak, but he continued on as if he didn't want to hear her answer. "Do you always come to the bar dressed in next to nothing? Dancing like a whore, shaking your ass and tits and teasing the boys? Do you know how many of them are thinking of ways to violate your every hole?" This angered her....she knew that she should've worn a bra, but felt she looked better in the tank top without it. Still, what right.