Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! This is a fictional piece of work created based upon character created by Naoko Takeuchi and one not. This is in no way accurate to the story line presented by Naoko or to the life of the Countess depicted in these stories. As well all rights of the Sailor Moon characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi and the corresponding companies affiliated with her. Next, this is a story of explicit sex and graphic violence, if you're not of the heart for these stories, then as one hentai fan fic writer once said, "Oh gentle reader, do not continue". Anyone who continues reading beyond this point agrees to be of legal age, and that they wish to read this sort of story. While there is nudity and sex in these stories, this is a mainly *horror* story. I do not condone or encourage the kind of actions the main antagonist takes in this story. The acts are evil, and are in no way legally, morally, or ethically correct. With that said, I hope the horror of the Countess thrills you.... ~_^ ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------- The Countess Chronicles - Prologue ==================================== by LinLin Mizuno Ami woke up with a sudden pang of agony. She looked up into the face of a middle-aged Japanese woman, with staunch features and piercing jade-eyes. Her brown hair crowned her round face, creating an ominous shadowy pattern across her forehead. "Wake up, my slut," The woman said, "Your parties just beginning!" Ami stared at the woman in shock. Where was she, and who was this lady. Her eyes were crazy, maddening. And the smell of the room, acrid and thick, was so stifling that Ami had to fight to hold back her bile. Ami could feel she was naked, looking down she confirmed it, and noticed she was strapped to a large steel slab, with her feet being bound to it by large black straps of leather. Unable to move her wrists, Ami surmised it was the same case for them. The room was a large black-stoned room. Straw lined some sections of the room, while others sections were bare right down to the cold grey earth, some areas which showed traces of recent burials. All over the room were various torcher devices, and several tubs full of a dark sticky liquid Ami could not place, though it did seem to have a plasma-like texture to it. On the walls hung several decaying female figures of varying age and size. Life had long been stripped from these anguished bodies. "Who are you!" She yelped. "I'm your worst nightmare darling." The woman replied, with a strange accent that Ami could not pipoint. She knew it was neither Japanese or Chinese; for some reason she thought it sounded...European. The lady lifted a belt up to her lips and licked it. Ami realized that probably was what woke her. She looked at the area that was stinging on her chest, a welt was beginning to form on her breasts, small trickles of blood outlined where the buckle had struck. Ami looked around for some idea of where she was, so she could figure what she was doing here and more importantly, how to escape. What she saw only made matters worse. Her friends were here. Rei...Makoto...Minako...and Usagi. And they didn't look good. Minako was laid out on a table, her arms and legs spread to their max by ropes connected to pulleys on opposite ends of the large platform. Blood trickled from her young, spread-open mouth and the slits that appeared all over her body, in strategic areas. If she was concious, Ami could not tell. Her eyes were spread wide open in a mixture of shock and horror. Her mouth hung open in some unanswered scream. Her body was taut, but no longer moved...Ami prayed she was dead. Especially with her lower extremeties pierced with an old rusty trident. Makoto was in the center of the room, on her hand and knees. Metal spikes had been drilled through her hands and the backs of her legs, maintaining the position. Several rottweilers were busy invading her, blood mixed on the floor along with the tears from the girl's eyes. She was not screaming anymore, instead all that was heard was a light sobbing that could only be compared to that of a wounded, dying young kitten. Ami could not see her friend's face, nor did she want to. It took her a while to find Rei, and it was no surprise. It took Ami a few minutes to convince her self that that was her fellow comrade rolling on the dirty, oily and bloodied floor. A hoarse moan-whine emitted from the preistess's lips, drawing attention to her horribly burned face. What made her hard to recognize, however, was her lack of limbs. Her arms and legs had been cut off at their source on her body, and the wounds had been sautered with some sort of heavy flame. In both of her lowerer orifices; small, short-haired creatures were busy burrowing their way in, their entrance unhindered by their host. Usagi was the last she found, due to the fact she wasn't in sight right away. What drew her attention was a loud screech that came from Ami's left. It also caught the lady's attention. There in a up-right coffin, whose lid had just swung open, was perched the body of Tsukino Usagi, a.k.a. Sailor Moon, a.k.a. Princess Serenity. Now she was nothing. Nothing but a body with spike holes riddling her body, accompanied by large metal spikes that protruded from her front. The Iron Maiden had done it's job, as it always would. Visions of all her four friends started reeling through her head, along with the hideous laughter from the lady. Ami couldn't hold it back anymore, and from her prone position, she began to retch violently, all the while the lady continued to laugh hysterically. "Cough up Ami! Cough up! Cough up Ami! Cough up!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------- "Wake up Ami! Wake up!" Ami began to shake hysterically, thrashing her hands and feet about wildlly. "For Amaterasu's sake, wake up Ami!" came a familiar voice. Ami opened her eyes upon hearing the familiar voice, and looked up into the face of Usagi, very alive and well, but very worried. Now Ami remembered, she had spent the night over at Usagi's. It was the weekend, and Ami's mother had gone to some big Doctor's hubbub. Usagi had offered to let her come over for company, and Ami had more than happily accepted. And the rest, it had been a dream, all of it. Except for the last part, which Ami could smell without even looking for it. She sat straight up and immediately began to roll up the material containing her expulsion. "I'm sorry Usagi. I didn't mean to.... Oh your futon!" Usagi grabbed Ami by the arm and spun her around, "Forget my bloody futon, Ami are you alright?" Ami smiled a half-hazard, non-convincing smile. "Oh yes, just a little nightmare, nothing much." "Nothing much?!?!?!" Usagi countered, "Do you always have dreams where you wake up screaming and ralphing?" "Well, not normally," Ami commented, "But I did eat some of your cookies last night just before we went to sleep." "And what's that supposed to mean!" Usagi demanded. The door swung open displaying a small figure that stepped in, "Usagi-chan! What are you screaming so early in the morning again about? Break another break cell?" "No! I had a nightmare I gave birth to you, ya little twit!" Usagi yelled back. "Haven't you ever heard of *knocking*, Rini? It's part of respect, or didn't anyone who raised you have the intellect to teach you that?" "I don't know," the pink haired girl smirked, "Wouldn't you? After all you're the one who raised me..." "Why you little..." Usagi seethed angrily... Ami interceeded, "I'm sorry Little Rini. I just had a bad nightmare. I hope I didn't scare you too much." "Oh don't worry about me," Rini, said giving a thumbs up sign and a wink," I was just worried Cow-tails might be giving off another mating call or something!" "Don't call me cow-tails!" Usagi screamed, "Only Mamoru-chan may call me that!" The two began a staring competition, followed by a tongue-waggling competition, ended by the great Usagi-chasing-the-laughing-Rini race. Ami sighed, shaking her head, and continued rolling up the stained futon. At least the nightmare was over. Nothing that frightening could happen for real could it? She took the rolled up futon into the laundry room and began to wash it off, in preparation for the washing machine. As she shoved it in the machine, she noticed that morning's paper had been left on the machine. The title headline caught Ami's eye for some reason. "Millionaire's Widow returns to Tokyo, Japan after twelve years!"