Wankenstein

By Cecily Mills

During a trip through Europe Mary becomes trapped in an abandoned castle that is inhabited by an eight-foot tall monster. Though fearful for her life at first, she finds that the monster only wants to have sex with her. Reluctant at first, she eventually finds herself enraptured by his forceful lovemaking and fearsome charm. In between her erotic romps she uncovers the secrets that the abandoned castle holds.

Warning: This book contains erotic romance, oral sex, forced seduction, light bondage, sized difference, and many, many sexy scenes that will drive you wild.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cecily Mills
• Release date: Aug 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310114939

Cecily Mills

Cecily Mills lives in Reading, PA, with her husband and two children.

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Wankenstein

By Cecily Mills

Copyright 2014 Cecily Mills

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 1

The German countryside flew past my window. We had gotten onto the train in Munich, surrounded by steel and glass of their modern train station. As we rode the view outside had changed from city to suburbs, then to farms and forests.

My friend, Nora, and I were touring Europe together for our summer vacation. Nora had convinced me that it would be fun to travel to a random town in the middle of nowhere. She said that it would be the best way to see the real Germany, and that anywhere else we went would just be a tourist trap. I couldn’t help but agree with her. But now, looking out of the train windows, I was starting to feel uncomfortable being so far from the safety of civilization. I looked at Nora and she grinned back at me. She had wide, white teeth and a tan, cute face. Her face was open and friendly, and every boy she met immediately fell in love with her. I couldn’t help but smile back at her.

We got off at a small town a few hours from the city. The train station was small, just a concrete ledge and a ticket booth. Past the booth a road wandered up to the town. We walked up the road, sweating under the summer sun. As we got closer to the town I saw a castle rise up above the trees. I would have been impressed if I hadn’t already seen a hundred of them since I had been in Europe.

When we walked into town I could see the castle more closely. It looked to be in pretty poor shape. A few of the windows were broken and some of the stones had cracks in them. Some towns used their castles as tourist attractions, this one clearly hadn’t been cared for in years.

Most of the houses in the town were small, with the typical white walls and brown crisscrossed boards that you see in Germany. I was glad that it was nice, and not some farming slum. At least I could take some nice pictures to send home to my parents.

Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do, said Nora as we walked down the street. First we’re gonna find a place to stay, then we’re gonna find a bar, then we’re gonna find a couple guys, then we’re gonna fuck ‘em!

I sighed. When Nora had originally pitched the idea of a European vacation to me I thought that we would spend most of our time in museums and experiencing culture. But after the first week of Nora sleeping with a new guy every night I realized that she had planned for this trip to be a boozy fuckfest.

I get the feeling that your European sex tour won’t fly in this town, I said, spying a woman staring at us through a second story window. She pulled back as soon as she saw me looking at her. Do you even think we’ll be able to find any guys our age in this town?

Sure, it will be easy. After all, we haven’t run into any trouble so far, replied Nora. She was right. She had basically been fucking her way across Europe and nobody had seemed to have a problem with it. And every town has guys. I’m thinking we’ll find big German men with strong tan lines, she said, her voice taking on a wistful quality. They’ll think we’re exotic and well versed in the ways of sex. And we’ll teach them how a modern woman makes love.

That sounds really nice, I said, rolling my eyes. I generally hadn’t part in her hook-ups on this trip. I usually went to bed alone, got up early, and went out to explore the cities that we stopped in. I had only slept with a few guys in Europe and had found it disappointing. The clumsy groping of drunk, foreign men wasn’t something that I needed to experience anymore.

Nora and I came upon a bed and breakfast along the main road. When we pushed through the door we found ourselves in a large room with a bunch of tables and a small front desk. It was like a mix between a hotel lobby, a restaurant, and a living room. I rang the bell on the desk a few times before I heard rustling beyond a door in the wall. An old woman pushed her way slowly through the door. She was bent over and her face was wrinkled. Her eyes were almost entirely closed and she walked like she had never been in a hurry in her entire life.

I speak German well enough, and we got two rooms for the next few nights. After we dropped our bags off upstairs, we came back down and asked innkeeper if there were any bars around. She may have given me a look of disapproval, but I wasn’t sure if her wrinkled face was even capable of showing emotion. After some incoherent mumbling she directed us down to the end of the street.

The bar looked like every other house on the street besides the sign hanging over the door with a picture of a beer stein. The door creaked loudly as we pushed it inwards. It was dark inside, even compared to the twilight outside. The inside lighting was mostly provided by candles, and it took a few seconds for