The Dark Diary of Clara Cavendish

A Note: This diary was found amongst the rubble and debris of Castle Inverclagg, a remote castle on the cliffs of Scotland. The diary remains in near pristine condition as it was located in an iron box fitted with what appears to be electrical conduits. The diary itself is to be transferred to Interpol's special section OTI (Office of Temporal Integrity). The contents of this diary are strictly confidential.

The Diary of Clara Cavendish

3rd February 1815

I have just been employed at a most wondrous castle in the Scottish Highlands. It sits just upon the cliff face overlooking the torrent of the North Sea. Mother says there are dangerous doings at the castle, but she was always one to fall for such fictitious escapades. Mother disapproves of me going to work at the castle, but I am now twenty-one years of age and must satiate my curiosity with further exploration of this beautiful world. I shall only be a few hours' ride from Mother and Father's home and I very much wish to attend to such admirable labor at Castle Inverclagg.

I am being hired on as a maidservant and would see to the cleaning, upkeep, and assistance with the castle itself as well as its sole occupant, Dr. Severine Blackwood. Dr. Blackwood, I am told by Mrs. Darcy, the head of house, is very secretive and works long days and nights as a scientist. I know not what Dr. Blackwood studies, but I am sure it is of great import.

I just received word today that I am to travel to Inverclagg on the morrow to begin my work as a maidservant. Father's farm is failing, although he will not admit the fact, and I very much would like to send some coins home to him and Mother. I am excited and trepidatious about this new adventure, yet I cannot bring myself to sleep for tomorrow I will be at Castle Inverclagg.

4th February 1815

My first day at the castle did not go as expected. I arrived by carriage early in the afternoon. As we crested the ridge and the castle came into view, I felt my heart sink. In my mind I imagined a large sprawling castle, decorated in beautiful ornaments, and retaining a meticulously cultivated garden. What I saw on the cliffside made my eager heart sink.

The walls of the castle are a sooty black and the brown vegetation of the gardens appear to lack any curation for many years. The stables lack horses, the grounds are overrun by wildlife, and the many walls of the castle have fallen into disrepair. As the carriage approached the front steps, I heard the creak of the large oaken door. The driver helped me out and I was greeted by Mrs. Darcy, a stout, barrel chested woman of sixty years. Her eyes look worn and her face wrinkled with time. My belongings were sent to my quarters and Mrs. Darcy grimly showed me the interior of the castle.

First, the kitchen. It is a dark and cold room. Along its walls, bulbs of garlic and wisps of wheat hang to dry. In one wall is a large fireplace with an enormous iron cauldron hanging over burning embers. In the center of the room is an expansive wooden table, bloodied with the remains of freshly cleaned game. Mr. Hudson, the Gamekeeper and Deerstalker, often brings in meat to be prepared. I learned this was one of my duties here at the castle.

Next, Mrs. Darcy led me to the various rooms of the castle. The Great Hall lay dark and empty, tarpaulins covering the various tables once used for galas and feasts. The Drawing Room seems to be overrun by large rats and the settees are badly chewed by the rodents. I also noticed the windows have been boarded shut. The final rooms Mrs. Darcy wished to show me were the living quarters of Dr. Blackwood. Mrs. Darcy refers to her as "Dr. Black" and cautioned me about lingering in these rooms or being present in them without the expressed permission of Dr. Blackwood.

Dr. Blackwood's bedroom is by far the most ornate and beautiful room I have seen in the castle. There is a four poster bed draped in red velvet, an ivory and silver vanity lit by candlelight, and a warm hearth burning brightly in the room. I looked over all of the beautiful silver and gold trinkets in the room. From hairbrushes, to knitting needles, to mysterious tools I did not recognize, Dr. Blackwood clearly had an eye for shiny and expensive objects. Mrs. Darcy opened the wardrobe that contained exquisite gowns and robes in a variety of beautiful colors. Mrs. Darcy said that I was to do the washing as needed and emptying of the chamber pots as well. Mrs. Darcy did the cooking and delivery of meals to Dr. Blackwood, but other tasks fell to me.

Adjacent to the bedroom was a vast library. Bookshelves covered every wall of the octagonal room. Candlesticks lit the space and a warm fire burned softly in the corner. There are two ladders against the wall and a large spiral staircase against the back wall that runs up to a balcony overlooked by an intricate stained glass rose window. Mrs. Darcy said that when Dr. Blackwood was not in her cellar laboratory, she was in the library combing through her collection of knowledge.

I inquired about the cellar and Mrs. Darcy silenced me. I was told I am not allowed in that section of the castle and I am not to inquire about the cellar any further. At the time of my arrival, Dr. Blackwood was in the cellar, so I have not yet had the pleasure of my mistress' presence. Mrs. Darcy showed me to my sleeping quarters.

My quarters are down the hall from the kitchen. It is a very small room, just large enough for a straw bed and small wooden table. I have a supply of candles and a lantern I can use to illuminate the dark halls of the castle. I do not know what to expect about this employment, but I am willing to test myself against any challenge. The castle is dark and strange, and thunder can always be heard above.

The castle is cold and damp and makes the most awful creaks and groans in the wind, a wind which howls at all hours of the day and night.

5th February 1815

I awoke in the night to a frightful sound! I am hoping it is my imagination running away, but I heard some unearthly plagencies echo in the night! I awoke in the dark amidst a thundering storm. Intermittent in the thunder claps was a great moaning that reverberated throughout the castle walls. At first I believed it to be my imagination, perhaps some injured animal in the distance. However, I soon realized the sounds were coming from below me, under the stone floor of the castle. Soon, the sounds faded as the storm abated and I was able to sleep for a spell before sunrise.

Mrs. Darcy immediately put me to work. She gave me a frock and apron that fit me very loosely. These garments obviously belonged to Mrs. Darcy and they hang off me. I will have to hem the bottom of the frock as I find myself tripping on it often. Mrs. Darcy showed me how to clean the mutton for dinner, how to clean the bedpans, how to scrub the floors, as well as how to stock the firewood. It was an exhausting day. At dusk, after my dinner of hardtack and mutton, I slipped into my gray dressing gown. I sit here, by candlelight, exhausted from the day's work, yet feel alive for the first time in my life, engaging in my own endeavor. I just wonder when I will meet this doctor.

11th February 1815

I have been at the castle for seven days and I finally met Dr. Blackwood today!. I have developed a routine during the days and for the most part I have kept Mrs. Darcy from pestering me. She looks in on me as a work and I take her silence as approval of my labor.

I was scrubbing the floor in the main foyer when I heard the footsteps. They were slow and heavy and got louder as they ascended from the cellar. A sudden creak of an old door somewhere brought me to my feet. Mrs. Darcy had not shown me the door to the cellar and in my week of slyly investigating the castle, I was still unable to find its location. I heard the steps get closer to me, they were uneven as if the person was walking with a limp. Dr. Blackwood rounded the corner and stopped when she saw me. I could barely make out her silhouette in the candlelight.

I was taken aback by the appearance of Dr. Blackwood. She is tall and slender, and has sharp cheekbones and dark eyes. She wore brown trousers and boots and a black tunic underneath a stained, white laboratory coat with the sleeves rolled up. As I looked her over, I began to realize her head was shaven, and showed maybe a month of growth of her dark hair. She was wearing leather bracers on her forearms and wore a small pair of silver spectacles.

I introduced myself and Dr. Blackwood nodded and gave me a smile. She did not speak or try to converse. She merely walked up the stairs to her bedroom and left me standing in the foyer, a little dumbfounded. She was my mistress here at the castle and I felt as though I was invisible to her. I continued my work and have tried to get the thought of Dr. Blackwood out of my head. A task which I am finding impossible.

20th February 1815

I have settled in here at the castle. Mrs. Darcy keeps to herself and Mr. Hudson rarely comes into the castle, unless to drop off game in the kitchen. Mother and Father sent me my books, so I can spend my late evenings reading. I have read them all before and am eager to find something new to engage my mind. Perhaps tomorrow I can find a book in the library. Dr. Blackwood has been away for almost a week and I have not heard plans of her return.

21st February 1815

I saw something today, something that has shocked me to my core. While Mrs. Darcy prepared the midday meal, I ventured into the vast library. The room was dark and the fire was out. There was a loneliness in the room that made me shiver. I trailed my fingers along the spines of the books, noting their titles. Some of them were scientific in nature, others dealt with philosophy:

An Examination of the Vital Spark

A Discourse on Atmospheric Fire

The Physiology of Decay

De Resuscitatione

Systema Anatomiae Reanimatea

The Sovereign Will

On the Limits of Human Knowledge

The Prometheus Imperative

I found these books to be curious, yet was drawn to them. I ascended the spiral stairs, still exploring the stacks of books when I heard the approach of horses. I stood at the rose window and looked down. A carriage approached led by two black horses. Following were two small trailers pulled by mules. The trailers were covered and the men guiding the mules wore black hoods. As they approached the rear entrance of the castle, rain began to fall.

Through the rain dappled window, I saw the men begin to carry large objects into the castle. They were long boxes covered in what looked like black tar. There were two of these boxes on each trailer and the men quickly pulled them off and carried them out of sight, three stories below me. I could make out another figure exiting the carriage, Dr. Blackwood. She grabbed some long cylinders from the carriage and headed to the castle. As the last box was being unloaded the wet box appeared to slip out of one man' s hands and hit the ground. What I saw next I never shall forget. Extending from a crack in the box was the recognizable sprawling of a feminine hand at the end of a long gray arm, dangling lifeless in the mud. The men quickly picked up the box and shuffled into the castle. I was so terrified by what I thought I had seen that I ran to my room and sat shivering on the bed.

1st March 1815

The intervening days have been quite uneventful. Dr. Blackwood has been in the cellar day in and day out and Mrs. Darcy has travelled away from the castle to visit her daughter who has taken ill. The responsibilities of the castle lie on me and Mrs. Darcy gave me explicit instructions on how to prepare and deliver meals, wine, and tea to Dr. Blackwood.

I prepared a meal of venison and red wine for Dr. Blackwood and, as Mrs. Darcy instructed, placed it on the small pulley driven elevator in the rear of the kitchen. As I slowly lowered the platform I could see strobing lights in the small shaft. The sound of grinding metal and other tools echoed in the chamber. I watched as the food reached the bottom. I lingered and finally saw two gray, brutish hands yank the tray out of sight. I recoiled in fright. Those were not the delicate hands of Dr. Blackwood! Someone else was in the castle!

2nd March 1815

Today was the most bizarre day. Since I am the only attendant in the castle, new responsibilities have been bestowed upon me. While I was preparing the evening meal, Dr. Blackwood's footsteps approached the kitchen. Dr. Blackwood wore her typical attire, dark form-fitting clothes and a laboratory coat. To my surprise, she asked me in a soft voice to draw her a bath. Mrs. Darcy had altered me to this possibility, so I began boiling water and carrying it to her bed chamber. Once the brass tub was full Dr. Blackwood appeared in the doorway. She wore a red silk robe that skimmed her ankles. In the fire light she looked more feminine and delicate compared to her work attire. I nodded and took my leave.

However, being curious in nature I lingered in the corridor, watching from a crack in the unclosed door. Dr. Blackwood disrobed and I saw her full naked flesh against the amber firelight. She is tall and lean, her muscles are tight under her skin. She has a thin waist and small breasts that come to a sloping peak. Her rear end is flat and as I traced her body downward, I was shocked by the sight.

Dr. Blackwood maintains a prosthetic leg on her left side that begins at the middle of her thigh. She sat on the edge of the bed and with a twist, removed the leg. In the dimness of the room I could see her sex, which was covered in dark hair. I felt ashamed as I looked, but I did not look away. Dr. Blackwood sank into the warm water and let head fall back. After a moment, she draped her right leg over the edge of the bed and grabbed a cylindrical object about eight inches long. She dipped the object into the water. After a few moments of water softly splashing on the sides of the tub, Dr. Blackwood began to react.

She arched her back out of the water, her petite breasts thrust upward, something shimmered in the light, and her head dangled off the rim of the rub. I could see her hand working the object and she moaned pleasurable whimpers into the air. Soon the movements subsided and Dr. Blackwood slowed her breathing. Dr. Blackwood made to get out of the tub and I took the opportunity to hasten away to my room.

3rd March 1815

I fear myself unraveling. I went about my chores for the day, cooking breakfast, cleaning the cookware, and gathering firewood. I was in the kitchen when Dr. Blackwood appeared and asked if I'd help her with something. I agreed as she was my mistress and I followed her to the library. In the library, a table had been moved to the center of the room and a fur blanket had been spread across the surface.

Dr. Blackwood, in a very soft voice, asked me to lay down on the table. I obeyed and laid on my back, gazing up at the ornate ceiling. She slowly walked around me, observing my body. She asked my age, about my parents, and about where I grew up. I am quite naive when it comes to questions of science, so I answered as best I could. Dr. Blackwood gently grabbed my wrist, extending my arm. She looked over my skin and did the same to the other arm. She looked in my ears and in my eyes with a magnifying glass. She had me open my mouth and took many moments looking at my teeth. Then she asked me if she could unbutton my frock.

I hesitated at first, but there was something clinical about the way Dr. Blackwood asked her questions. I started at the top button and slowly made my way down. I kept the sides of the material close enough that I was still covered. Dr. Blackwood looked me over and slowly drew the frock apart, exposing my skin to her scrutinizing gaze.

First, she looked at my exposed collarbone and thin neck. Then her gaze trailed to my chest where my breast lay spread. She looked over my large pink nipples and perhaps noticed how they contrasted with my pale skin. Her eyes tracked down to my abdomen, my ribs peeking from under the flesh. Finally, her eyes were drawn to my vagina. My blonde, wispy hair clung tightly to the apex of my thighs and shuddered under the observational nature of Dr. Blackwood's scrutiny. She had me spread my legs and I felt my vaginal folds open up. Dr. Blackwood used two fingers to part the patch of hair and commented that I had an exceptional pudendum Muliebre.

As I lay there fully exposed, Dr. Blackwood scratched some notes in her leatherbound journal. I could also tell that she was sketching my body, looking over each contour of my form. After several moments, she told me to redress and prepare dinner. I obeyed and went about my evening duties.

Even as I sit here writing, I can feel her eyes on me. It was not an unpleasant experience, just unexpected. I find myself imagining her fingers on my sex and remembering the subtle thrill of being under her observance and control. Still, the darkness of the castle seems to be growing.

4th March 1815

Things have changed here at Inverclagg and I am dangerously close to losing myself. The day started like any other. I prepared breakfast and delivered it to the laboratory through the elevator. I cleaned the kitchen floors, brought in the firewood, and even found time to sit in the chill air of the garden and breathe in some fresh air.

Soon, I was interrupted by Dr. Blackwood. She bade me follow her and I dutifully complied. She led me through the foyer and into The Great Hall. Here, she pulled on a wrought iron sconce and a section of the wall angled in. Soft amber light illuminated a stone spiral staircase leading down. Dr. Blackwood gestured for me to descend and I did. My heart was racing as I walked down the damp stone steps. The wind whipped outside and the stone walls of the castle darkened a bit.

At the bottom of the staircase was a small antechamber. Dr. Blackwood took out a keyring and inserted one into the large iron door and the end of the chamber. The lock thudded open and the door creaked as she pushed it open. The laboratory was smaller than I expected. A few tools and glassware neatly kept on two long tables on either side of the laboratory. At the far end was another iron door. There was a fireplace in the room that gave off a warm glow. On one of the tables was a burlap sheet covering something. Dr. Blackwood led me to the object and told me not to be afraid. I nodded my head and she pulled off the burlap covering. I gasped at what I saw.

The base of the contraption was made of metal gears and knobs. The steel scaffolding holding it up was covered in copper wires and switches. As my eyes drew further up the device I noticed a small saddle made of brown leather. In the saddle was a hole and protruding from the hole was a gray phallus laying flat. I have seen phalluses before. Father's, uncle's, and once I saw Angus Coopers's while he was weeing. This one felt different. It hung lifeless across the saddle, connected underneath by a long bundle of wires.

Dr. Blackwood tried her best to explain the experiment to my provincial ears, and I stood by horrified. Dr. Blackwood's work involves the reanimation of dead tissue and her theories involve something called electricity and atmospheric fire. I was speechless. This went against God, against nature, against humanity. Dr. Blackwood calmly explained that this was the future, she pointed to her leg and asked if it would be against God and nature if she was able to regrow her leg and regain its use. I contemplated that for a moment. I could see the good that this science could do. I hesitantly asked what the experiment's parameters were and she told me she needed a test subject to experience the phallus as she worked the controls of the device. She needed to know how the flesh moved, felt, and how I interacted with it.

I was reticent at first and confessed that I was a virgin. Dr. Blackwood waved away this concern stating that this was no man and was no different than if I masturbated. I did not tell her that I had only done that once, a year ago, and Mother had caught me. She was furious and I was too terrified to try again.

Dr. Blackwood asked me to remove my frock and rub some oil on my vagina. I did so, making sure to coat the soft exterior of my sex. Dr. Blackwood began connecting wires and then started to crank a lever attached to a large box attached to the device. There was a whirring sound and a pulse of what Dr. Blackwood called "current." My eyes widened as I saw the transformation.

The gray limp phallus stirred to life. It became engorged and rigid, nearly doubling in size. It was as long as my hand and as it stiffened turned a warm fleshy pink color. Dr. Blackwood helped me up on the table and bid me wait as she lowered the phallus. She directed me to sit on the saddle, with my legs bent and my ankles pushed behind me. Dr. Blackwood took several measurements and calmly ordered me where to sit so my sex was directly above the hole in the saddle.

Dr. Blackwood lowered a pair of darkened, round goggles over her eyes and began the experiment. She turned a dial on the box and I felt a vibration in the saddle. Suddenly, I felt it. The tip of the penis pushed against my vagina and I slightly moved forward and felt it part my lips. The intrusion of the phallus felt strange at first, but the organ was warm and as it slowly filled me I felt a tightness inside me.

I winced as the phallus pushed into me. Dr. Blackwood told me to relax and I tried as best I could. I could feel the whole length of the penis inside me. Dr. Blackwood paused to ask for my reactions. She told me to use specific words for the body parts involved. These were words I had never heard before that included: dick, shaft, cock, pussy, cunt, slit, folds, clitoris, and clit.

I explained that my pussy felt tight around the cock. I said it felt warm and she asked if I felt pleasure. I did not and with that Dr. Blackwood returned to the controls. Thunder clapped outside and I could smell the acrid aroma of the damp castle. The cock roared to life and began pushing in an out of my cunt. I felt the inner walls of my sex relax as I accommodated the intrusion with less resistance, an order Dr. Blackwood gave between resounding rumbles of thunder.

Then I felt it. A deep craving within my core. My heart began to race and I became acutely aware of my naked body on the table. As I steadied myself by gripping my thighs to the saddle I drew my hands up onto my body. I could feel every tiny hair on my torso stand up and I moved my hands to my breast. I told Dr. Blackwood that my breasts were sensitive and she said to call them my "tits" or "boobs." I giggled at the silliness of that second word, but the seriousness in Dr. Blackwood's face grounded me.

I began to caress my tits and massage my large nipples. I have modest breasts and can fit each comfortably in my hands and I did so. Instinctually, I pinched each hard nipple and tugged on them, which added to the sensitive nature.

As my hands roamed my body the cock had picked up its pace. I felt my cunt soak with fluid which now gave the pounding cock, little frictional resistance. My mind was spinning, I had never felt such deep, warm pleasure inside me. I looked at Dr. Blackwood and could see a wide grin as the sparks from the device illuminated her face. Her shaven head and darkly googled eyes looked strangely arousing in the strobing light of the electricity.

Then, I felt something happen. I can only describe it as a wave or a pulse. It started in my cunt and shook my entire body. I went rigid as it occurred and I screamed out against the storm. As I doubled over, sweating, I could feel the cock buried inside me. This caused another wave of ecstatic pleasure and I keeled forward, breathing heavily. Dr. Blackwood caught me as I fell forward and removed her goggles. Her eyes were deep and Hazel, yet a caring nature was hidden there which I had not seen before. As the wave subsided the white in my vision turned black and I awoke in my bed the next morning.

6th March 1815

Mrs. Darcy returned today. It was a needed occurrence because after the night in Dr. Blackwood's laboratory, I felt sore and a bit under the weather. I confined myself to my room. Mrs. Darcy was most displeased, but seeing as how I oversaw the castle in her absence, she reluctantly obliged. I spent the majority of the day laying naked on my straw bed. The cool dark, dampness of the room seemed less intimidating and more like... home?

I looked over my pale body as I lay there. My full breasts and my fair cunt. As the day wore on I lay there lost in the feelings of the previous night. I felt myself become aroused and found my hands wandering my body. I touched my pussy and felt an ache from within. Eventually my fingers found what Dr. Blackwood called my "clitoris" or "clit."

When it touched that swollen button oh how my body would alight! Oh how I found pleasure in the stroking of that wonderful hidden element! I laid for hours writhing in bed, stroking my pussy and clit. Eventually, I brought myself to climax. It was even more powerful than with the phallus. It felt raw and personal. I did this several more times until I was weak, sweating, and tired.

7th March 1815

I fear I may have lost myself. This evening after Mrs. Darcy retired, Dr. Blackwood came to my quarters and led me to her laboratory. In the room was the device from before, but with two main differences. First, there was a second device, both sitting on the floor. Second, the phalluses attached to the machines were much larger. These cocks were as long as my forearm and nearly as thick as the bottle of whiskey Father keeps under his bed.

Dr. Blackwood bid me remove my clothes and apply oil to my pussy. I obeyed and was shocked to see her doing the same. Dr. Blackwood stands almost a head taller than me, she has a darker complexion and mysterious images on her upper arms. From her shoulders to her elbows there are images drawn into her skin with black ink. Her small breasts are peaked with petite pink nipples that sloped to an apex. In each nipple is a curious silver bar, pierced through the flesh. Likewise her navel has a similar piercing.

At the moment I found Dr. Blackwood to be immensely beautiful with the shaved stubble on her head and deep blackish eyes. Her body was thin and lithe like my own, however my breasts hung heavier on my chest. Her pussy was topped with a thin strip of hair that extended a few inches above her clitoris. The rest of her sex was clear of hair, which made me curious.

Dr. Blackwood adjusted some knobs on the box sitting between the devices, and a whirring sound filled the room. As with the previous night, the cocks attached to the devices rose from their prone position. After a minute they were fully erect. The warm pinkish flesh of the large dicks made my skin feel alive. I rubbed the oil into my patch of blonde hair and even rubbed more into the folds of my pussy, moaning slightly at the touch of my own hand.

Dr. Blackwood took her place on the saddle and I followed suit. The cool leather of the saddle felt oddly inviting to the hot flesh of my rear. Dr. Blackwood turned a knob and I felt the enormous tip of the undead cock tease my slit. I moved my hips, as instructed and the cock breached my pussy. I opened my mouth to moan, but nothing came out. The sheer size of the cock pushed all the breath from my lungs. I looked over at Dr. Blackwood and she equally struggled with the intrusion. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as I saw the cock enter her bare pussy. I felt myself flush with liquid around the invading shaft as it pushed deeper into me.

Dr. Blackwood moaned a word I had never heard before, "fuck" as the cock disappeared into her cunt. The brutal stretching continued as the machine slowly drove the length of the reanimated flesh into our pussies. After several minutes the phalluses were completely buried in our bodies. Dr. Blackwood's breathing was ragged like my own. Dr. Blackwood grabbed her journal, and with shaking hands scribbled some notes. She reached down and turned some knobs and pushed forward on a small lever.

At that moment everything in my vision went white. The devices were now rhythmically driving the full lengths of these thick cocks into our warm pussies. Dr. Blackwood flailed violently as the machine whirred, pumping inch after inch into her thin frame, bulging in her abdomen. I took to bouncing on the phallus with each thrust to accommodate the brutal pace of the machine. My breasts swung and carommed around violently as I began to adjust my body movements. I moaned loudly as the engorged pillar of flesh pummeled my cunt. I was lost in the haze of new-found pleasure when I heard Dr. Blackwood scream.

I opened my eyes to see the woman convulsing vigorously on the saddle. My eyes grew wide as her pussy was spraying clear fluid in front of her. Her eyes were fully white and after the scream, her mouth was locked agape and her breathing had stopped. Just seeing this woman's muscles tense under her skin and lock in a moment of pleasure was enough to bring about my first cataclysmic orgasm.

I was unprepared for how my body would react. As the intense pummelling continued, my fingers found my clit and I viciously circled it, hitting it from all sides. This was enough to push me over the edge. I careened forward as the orgasm crashed into me, I screamed loudly and registered thunder in the distance. My eyes slammed shut and brilliant bright lights exploded across the darkness.

As I felt the ebb of the orgasm subside, I felt Dr. Blackwood's lips crash into mine. Her tongue drove deep into my mouth. I felt her hand on the nape of my neck and found myself probing her tongue with my own. She tasted sweet like the amber honey from Uncle's apiary. I did not dare open my eyes but I fell into the sensual embrace of Dr. Blackwood. I felt another orgasm shake my tender flesh and repeated the earlier words of Dr. Blackwood..."Fuck."

We both stood up off the engorged fleshy cocks and groaned at our shared emptiness. Dr. Blackwood took a wet rag and cleaned my sweat-stained body. As she did, we shared one more kiss. I felt her stiff nipples graze my own and my sex leaked hot fluid that ran down my thigh. Dr. Blackwood led me to my quarters, helped me with my dressing gown and before laying me to sleep, placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

14th March 1815

Dr. Blackwood left in the morning after our late night experiment. I could hear the horse gallop away from the castle at dawn. I have been wary of writing in the journal, because I fear Mrs. Darcy is suspicious of me. I will often retire to my room to pleasure myself and Mrs. Darcy is suspecting something. I must commit to my duties and push away the elaborate events in Dr. Blackwood's laboratory.

17th March 1815

Dr. Blackwood has returned and has not come to visit or persuade me to help with her experiments. The castle is even more dark and damp now as I fear the excitement of Dr. Blackwood's experiments have waned. I have not masturbated in three days and I feel as though my sanity has returned. The storms have swelled recently and there is a terrible growl emanating from the cellar.

18th March 1815

All is lost. I have lost myself in this castle and the world is soon to follow. I write hastily as I fear this may be my last act in the realm of the living. This morning I found Mrs. Darcy and Mr. Hudson in the kitchen. They were both naked from the waist down. They're necks were twisted to an awful angle and their eyes stared lifelessly at the ceiling. The scene shocked me to my core and I ran to find Dr. Blackwood. I pounded on the wall-door to the cellar and eventually the door swung forward and I fell into Dr. Blackwood's arms.

I rambled to her about the morbid scene in the kitchen and she sweetly kissed my forehead. The door swung shut and she led me to the laboratory. She prepared me a strong tea and soothed me. She told me not to worry and that she would ride to the constable station this afternoon. She calmly said she had one more experiment that needed to be performed. I felt a wash of sereneness wash over me as I sipped the tea and I agreed to participate in Dr. Blackwood's experiment.

She led me through the door at the back of the laboratory. This room was much larger than the last and the great stone arches of the lower castle vaulted above my head. In the middle of the room was a stockade and along the perimeter of the stone walls there were many wrought iron cells with bars on the doors. Through the rumbling thunder above and the constant dripping of water in the damp cellar, I heard the distinct sound of retched breathing coming from the cells. The sounds alarmed me, but I found myself calm and curious.

Dr. Blackwood approached, her hips swaying seductively. She carried a large pair of shears and bent down and cut my frock from the ankles to the collar. The material fell away and my naked pale flesh stood in contrast to the dark and moldy cellar. Dr. Blackwood took my hand gently and guided me to the stockade. She pulled apart the two wooden slats and placed my hands and head in the holes, and lowered the top slat, locking me into place.

Once I was stationary, I felt her clasp manacles on my ankles. Between the cuffs was a long bar that kept my legs spread at a wide angle. I felt Dr. Blackwood caress my back and ass with her soft, commanding hands. Soon, she appeared before me.

She stood looking at me. Slowly, she unbuttoned her dark brown leather shirt. Her soft, creamy skin and dark inked arms slowly exposed as she opened up her shirt. Her pierced nipples and navel rhythmically moved with her breathing. She turned around and slid her leather trousers down, showing her pink pussy to me as she did so. Dr. Blackwood looked like a vision of raw sexual energy and I felt my cunt moisten, full of need.

Dr. Blackwood sauntered to a table and grabbed a belt, her back to me, her actions were obscured. She placed the belt around her slender waist. She looped smaller leather straps between her legs and buckled them to the waistbelt. I could see she was attaching something to the belt as it was connected to a copper box with wires snaking from it. She turned and my eyes grew wide.

Attached to the belt was a very large phallus, much like the ones from the previous devices. She stepped on a footswitch and the machinery sparked to life. Above the thunder roared yet again. The undead cock jutting from her slender hips swelled and engorged with life. Dr. Blackwood stroked the flesh of the cock and seemed pleased with the reanimated manhood.

My cunt was aching at this point, seeing the feminine doctor with such a powerful phallus made me crave the feeling deep inside me. I moaned in need and made eye contact with the doctor. She slyly shook her head and pressed a button on a small black device in her hand. Down the shallow hallway a cell door slammed open.

In the dark, damp cellar I heard the slow shuffling of footsteps. One hard step followed by a slow dragging sound. After a few tortuous minutes, the monstrosity appeared. It was a woman! Gray flesh and long stitching lines ran over her naked body. She had black matted hair and wore garish makeup on her eyes and lips. She had large pendulous breasts, wide hips and a black bush of hair covering her pussy. She shuffled to the doctor and the doctor lovingly caressed her cheek and ran a hand through her hair, looking over the creature with a gentle care.

The doctor mumbled something and the woman began stroking the large phallus on Dr. Blackwood's hips. As she did so, the undead woman smiled a toothless smile. Dr. Blackwood gently pushed down on the creature's head and the gray figure dropped to her knees on the hard stone floor of the cellar.

She opened her mouth and the doctor slid the erect phallus into her waiting mouth. I grimaced as the woman offered no resistance in her mouth and the footlong cock slid all the way into the hilt. The gray woman's eyes rolled back and the doctor began gyrating her hips. Soon, the lithe form of the doctor was hammering the length of the cock deep into the woman's mouth, the both began groaning obscenely. Only the slight slurping sound and creak of the doctor's prosthetic leg could be heard amongst the thunder. The doctor snapped her fingers and the woman stood. I looked on as my mouth fell agape.

The gray woman bent over and spread her bottom, I was shocked to see a warm, soft, pink pussy under the black hair. This stood in sharp contrast to the jagged scarring and grey flesh of the creature. The doctor angled the action so I could see, and slide the enormous cock into the woman.

The woman bucked wildly at the intrusion, but the doctor made a "tsk tsk" sound with her tongue and the gray creature calmed. Over the course of the next five minutes, the doctor pounded into the woman, and the woman screamed an awful scream. It was part pleasure and part pain, but the doctor continues her relentless pace. I could see clear liquid coating the doctor's inner thighs and I could smell the deep aroma emanating from her sex. My own cunt dripped and ached with a dangerous need. I was hoping my turn would be next and the doctor would see to my own pleasure.

Suddenly the gray woman shook and a loud guttural moan, and inhuman moan bellowed from her. A splash of liquid hit the moldy stones of the cellar floor and the woman jerked forward collapsing on the dirty ground. The doctor turned to me, the fleshy protrusion coated in a white creamy substance. The doctor was sweating and her black eye makeup ran down her sharp cheekbones. Her nipples were an angry pink color, swollen and perky.

The doctor eyed me and I knew I was next. My heart raced in my chest and I felt my own nipples harden. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but I was locked in place in this stockade. The gray woman convulsed on the ground and eventually lay still against the cold stone, a small trail of creamy fluid dripping from her used sex.

The doctor took one step towards me and a great sound exploded in the cell-lined hallway. The doctor's eyes went wide with fear and she desperately slammed her fingers on the button device in her hand. In a blink, a large gray creature burst into the room, throwing a mangled cell door hard against the wall, causing sparks. The doctor stood rigid in horror as a hulking shadow emerged into the candle light.

My eyes went wide and I screamed at the top of my lungs. What stood before me was a horrific sight that words may not be able to describe. The monster stood almost seven feet tall, had grey flesh and enormous bulging muscles. His eyes were cloudy and he had long stitched scars all over his body. His hands were gigantic and his feet cracked the stone floor as he stomped, intimidating the doctor who still stood rigid. His head was shaved, a patchwork of stitched flesh. He had a long black beard that stuck to his face.

Hanging between his legs was a massive, inhumanely large cock. It hung down to his knees and was thicker than my calf. It swung wildly as he moved, slapping into his legs making a sickening sound. He stood facing the doctor, grunting wildly and shuffling his feet like an elk ready to charge. He took one step forward and in the same motion, shoved the doctor backwards. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious, her prosthetic leg snapping in two. The beast stood in the room, bathed in candlelight. Thunder roared outside and lighting occasionally illuminated the terrifying scene.

I stayed as silent as I could, but the creature began sniffing the air. As he did, his enormous cock rose to life. My eyes widened in horror as the girthy protuberance grew to dangerous proportions. He was smelling me! My sex! His neck clicked downward and locked eyes with me.

He sniffed curiously and approached me. He bent down and inhaled the air around my hair and neck. It took one more step and looked over my immobilized body and soft flesh. I felt his large hand on my back as he stood next to me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at the unconscious doctor laying on the cold floor. The creature's callused hands moved to my round bottom and caressed the area with a sort of curiosity. I felt his breath on me, it was warm and ragged.

Then, I felt his large broad nose on my anus and pussy. He was sniffing wildly at the wet, musty smell issuing forth from my now soaked cunt. I winced as I felt his flat tongue lick from the bottom to the top of my soft slit. Through the terror, I registered the long-awaited touch. The feeling was dangerously delightful and I felt deeply ashamed at that moment. The creature continued to lick at me, doing so out of curiosity, yet I could also tell that he appreciated the taste. I let out a loud moan, and I heard the creature grunt as if questioning my reaction.

He went back to his hungry licking and I moaned louder which seemed to make him more ravenous. I was breathing so hard and deep that my nipples would brush against the wood of the stockade. Each time a jolt of electricity would track through my body. Still the beast lapped at my cunt.

Suddenly he stopped, I arched my back in need and I no longer sensed his breath or presence. Then I felt it.

One huge hand on my left hip, another on my right. I felt his fingers nearly encircle my waist. He grunted and I felt the absolutely massive meaty tip of his cock push tentatively at my soaked entrance.

I inhaled sharply as the giant cockhead breached my cunt. I wailed at the intrusion. I felt my body shudder as an orgasm crashed into me, making me see stars. He pushed in inch by inch and I felt like my bodily organs were being moved to accommodate the inhumanely large dick. He grunted and began pushing in and out to get deeper into me. He was gentle at first, not out of courtesy, but curiosity. Soon however, that curiosity gave way to behavior bordering on brutality. He began to take long strokes, burying the whole length in and out. Soon, these strokes sped up and he was pounding deep into my body. I screamed as he did so, my moans a mix of pain and pleasure. He grunted away and continued his fast pace. I feared his massive cock would split me open.

Orgasm after orgasm hammered into me. The brutal movements shook the stockade, causing it to crack. After a few minutes of mind-altering pounding, my right hand came loose and I immediately dropped it to my clit, rubbing furiously. I orgasmed again and the beast quicked his pace. As he pounded my virgin cunt, I saw a bright white light. Through the violent shaking of the stockade a lantern had fallen to the ground and the wooden tables and racks were now engulfed in fire. I registered the fire and so did the beast. He growled at the flames, yet continued to pump his large length into me.

Finally, in one furious pump he buried the unbelievably large undead cock into me and I felt a flood of hot liquid fill my womb. Wave after wave of heat filled me! The beast retreated and I felt empty and morose.

The flames lapped at the walls and I heard glass breaking in the laboratory. The beast appeared in my vision, his large cock dripping with a white thick fluid. He disappeared into the shadows.

I screamed as the fire came closer. The gray female's body was now burning and the horrible smell filled my nostrils. I screamed for the doctor to wake up! She roused herself and dazily took in the scene. I used my right hand to push the slat upwards, but I was too weak. The doctor shook her head and stood. Doctor! Doctor Blackwood! I pleaded for her to help me. Instead, she stumbled awkwardly to an iron hatch in the wall, her broken wooden leg trailing behind her and she opened the door. Inside was a mix of buttons and levers and a flat panel that was lit with an ethereal glow. The words "year, date, and time" blinked on the device. The doctor, still naked and carrying the fleshy, dead cock at her waist pulled a lever, hit a button and in a grand flash of light, the doctor and the small room of buttons disappeared.

I screamed and tugged at the wood. I felt the fire heat up my skin. This was my end.

I closed my eyes and prayed silently to myself. Suddenly, I felt the wood tear away from my neck and hand. I felt the steel bar between my ankles snap. Then I felt weightless. The beast had scooped me up and was rushing up the stairs, taking them three at a time. Once upstairs he lay me on the cold stone of the foyer, took one more look at my frail naked form, then burst through the front doors of the castle. Splinters and metal rained down on me.

In my haze I lumbered to my quarters, sore for the beast's deep intrusion, and began writing this diary entry. Fire is taking Castle Inverclagg and I must tell of my harrowing tale. I will place this in one of the doctor's many iron boxes in hope that it will survive the inferno. My journey is just beginning. I must track the beast and find him. He is all alone in this world.