by KajiraGames.
Chapter 39: Grunfeld Christian Bach
In Dr Grout's private rooms, Roberta found a woman in a glass case, frozen with arms outstretched and a look of ecstasy on her face. There had been references in Grout's dictated notes to his sick wife, and how he had taken steps to protect her when his paranoid voices warned of danger.
It seemed he had preserved her somehow. But the mystery was - what had Grout been doing to her at the moment of preservation to give her such an orgasmic expression? Mrs Grout had all her clothes on. Roberta wondered if Grout had invented a cryo-orgasmic ray, that simultaneously gave the subject a sexual climax then kept them in that ecstatic moment forever. She could think of worse fates.
Sadly, she couldn't ask Dr Grout if this was so (and whether she could have a go on it), because in the next room she found his remains. On the main bed was a shackled skeleton surrounded by dust and with a stake where its heart should be. Roberta sighed. The Prince would not be happy about this. But worse, it meant no orgasmic ray for Roberta.
She passed through the bedroom onto a mezzanine and was confronted by an older man in a brown dustcoat who shouted in a German accent. He cursed Grout and Lacroix as spawns of Satan and said that he, Grunfeld Bach, would cleanse them with fire in the name of the Lord. Indeed, Roberta could smell smoke.
Vampires, of course, are not immune to fire. Our heroine needed to escape quickly, but Bach was blocking her way. Did she have time to carry out her standard Dementation tactic, or would a spanking take too long? Bach was armed with a crossbow, so there wasn't much alternative, and presumably Bach himself wanted to escape before the flames engulfed the asylum.
"You are a vicked child off the Devil" ranted Grout as Roberta's power worked on him. "Ze holy book says 'spare ze rod and spoil ze child'. I shall obey ze varning off scripture." He pushed the vampiress so that she was bent over the mezzanine rails, and pulled down her brief red panties. "Scarlet undervear for a scarlet voman" he remarked. "You vill be punished as ze Lord commands."
Bach had no literal rod, but a very thick belt. He took it off but did not fold it - it had plenty of weight without folding, and he swung it full length so that the last few inches were travelling very fast when they contacted Roberta's bare bottom.
She yelled as the lash came down repeatedly, not only with pain but with fear. With her head over the rails she could see the flames spreading in the room below. She took a dozen strokes of the belt, but then decided her escape could not be delayed any more. She suddenly vaulted over the floor and landed in the room below, her panties still around the middle of her thighs.
There was no time to adjust them. A madman who had been set on fire but was still aggressive attacked her. As she ran for the door, it smacked her bare butt with a burning hand. She screamed and kept running, with Bach yelling behind her: "Unclean demonic thing - you vill be punished further. I vill find you."
Roberta had to dodge several burning madmen, all keen on giving her a roasted rump. But finally she crashed through a second floor window and escaped. Her butt hurt so much she was reluctant to pull up her panties over it, until her vampiric healing powers dealt with the burn and the welts of the strap.
