The Countess of Kentucky (F/M) - Finale now up
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 3:52 pm
October 31st appears on every calendar in every year. Halloween is celebrated by most small towns across America. Only one lives and breathes Halloween twenty-four seven from October 1st to November 1st. That darkly magical place is known as Divinity’s Hollow, Kentucky. It had not always been this way of course. As the name suggests the town was a quiet god-fearing place for most of its nearly two-hundred-year history. That’s not to say the town was totally supernatural free. The grand old Kato Banks Hotel sat proudly up on the nearby mountain. After the gas leak that claimed all inside back in the ‘50s people claimed the abandoned hotel was haunted.
It had been nothing more than a local novelty until a bored pastor’s daughter by the name of Dana Peterson wrote the blockbuster novel Divinity’s Hollow all about it. The mix of horror, romance, erotica, and a splash of comedy put the town on the map. Not wanting the scrutiny of the townsfolk for writing such a thing she published it under the penname Contessa Swadlow. It sold so well she ended up publishing more and more stories. Her nom de plume became so popular that she was asked to host a late-night horror movie show from the old hotel.
That show became an obsession for the boys of Divinity’s Hollow. Kolten Vaitones was one such boy, his imagination set aflame every time he watched it. The old movies sent ideas running through his head. Paths the characters should have taken. Better ways the stories could have gone. They soon spilled from mind to page. These short little bouts of what one might call fan fiction were soon replaced by an ever-growing tale of terror. A novel was being born.
Something else was birthed by that series. A boy’s celebrity crush. Peterson quickly lost her aversion to attention and whole-heartedly embraced her new life of Contessa Swadlo. For the author’s photo and later the show she went full-on spooky sensual. She wore the high-necked vampire cape and a little bat pendant necklace. A black miniskirt showed off her impressive and powerful legs. Though those were not the feature that caught the eye at first glance. That honor went to an impossibly oversized rack she loved to put on full display is a striking corset. That was the outfit she wore on the stage before him at that very moment.
“The Divinity’s Hollow Halloween Festival has officially begun!” the mayor announced. “So let’s hand things over to our Mistress of Ceremonies. The countess of Kentucky herself: Contessa Swadlow!”
The Contessa grabbed the microphone as her theme music played over the sound system.
“Let’s get this haunting started people!”
The crowd cheered.
“I got my literary start right here in the Hollow and this year I’m returning the favor. Last month we had local writers submit the rough draft of their horror novels. The three finalists are here on stage with me today.”
She held up a small bronze bat necklace like her own.
“In third place, and winner of $250, is… Madisynn Wong.”
She placed the necklace around the girl’s neck and gave her a check from her publisher. She then held up a silver necklace.
“In second place, and winner of $500 and an advance copy of my next novel Ragnarok’s Ravine, is…”
Kolten held his breath. This would be a good prize. It was the one he was most likely to get now. He knew his story was good but not great.
“… Lincoln Preston!”
She placed the necklace around the boy’s neck and handed him the book and the check. Wait, that meant… no, it couldn’t be. She held up a gold necklace.
“And our grand prize winner, who will receive not only $1000 and work with me for the rest of October to edit the second draft and have it published under both our names, but he will also be my partner for all events for the festival is Mr. Kolten Vaitones!”
He nearly passed out. Kolten had to force himself to step forward. She placed the necklace around his neck and handed him the check. She then followed that up with a quick kiss on the lips. That sent the crowd into a cacophony of applause.
The rest of the day was spent with concerts, speeches and photos for the papers and various other media. Kolten bemoaned the fact he could spend no more time with the Contessa. The feeling of her lips on his remained with him the rest of the day.
The next day, bags packed, Kolten paced nervously on his front porch. Part of his prize was a stay at the Kato Banks which Peterson had purchased and was fixing up for a grand reopening. The hotel was her home and given the distance from town it would be easier on them both for him to stay with her as they worked on his novel. His breath caught in his chest as the Contessa’s iconic neon pink Hearse rolled up. The passenger’s side door was pushed open as he approached. The action gave him another good view of her breasts in her lowcut black top.
“Let’s get you to my parlor,” she said.
Blushing hard, Kolten slipped inside, and the car was off. He was too nervous to say anything as they moved through town. He honestly still couldn’t believe all of this was happening. As they began their accent of the mountain, she finally broke the ice.
“I’m so glad you won.”
“You are?”
“Of all three of you, Kolten, you are the cutest.”
To emphasize this, she patted his knee causing him to blush even harder.
“Yes, Boy, I’m going to enjoy having you in my clutches this month.”
She had always been flirty to the audience of her show but to have it directed at him personally made the situation feel so much more… electric.
“That’s not why you chose my story is it?”
“Oh no, I didn’t know whose story was whose until I announced them on stage yesterday.”
“That’s good.”
“Now, I have to ask, how are you with intimacy?”
“What?!”
“I’m a very affectionate person. I love to hug, to touch, to kiss. I generally have no real concept of personal space. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”
Hell of a time to mention it if it was.
“No, no, that’s fine.”
“Good. I’d hate to chase you off before we even got to the fun parts.”
The Kato Banks always looked so out of place when compared to the rustic town at the base of the mountain. The massive cream-colored wooden building was the pinnacle of Victorian elegance complete with it’s steepled orange roof. It was probably that contrast that helped kill it. It was too expensive for the town below to afford to visit, and the town was too poor for the wealthy to deem the hotel a viable vacation spot. The lack of funds led to lack of upkeep which led to the gas leak. As they arrived that day the lack of care was apparent.
The paint had nearly all chipped off on about half the building. The other half was in the middle of being redone. The roof was recently repaired but demanded a painting of its own. It was half crumbling, half repaired. Half arrived and half dead. The perfect home for the Bluegrass’s vivacious vampiress.
“The hotel rooms are still in need of replacement,” she explained, “so you’ll be shacking up with me in my penthouse. Just so ears don’t get wagging make sure to tell people it has three bedrooms.”
“Must be nice.”
“It is, but it will be far better with someone to share it with for a while.”
The dark and dusty lobby, furniture covered by white sheets, made Kolten feel like he had stepped into the Tower of Terror. She led him into an old elevator which slowly carried them to the top floor. The penthouse was a marvel of Victorian design. He recognized it immediately as the main set from her show. She led him over to the antique desk that faced the window.
“Let’s get you set up.”
He pulled out his laptop and got to work. He couldn’t help but notice two little metal arches on either side of where the computer sat.
“What are these for?”
“These.”
She hooked one end of two different pairs of handcuffs to the arches. On the other end of each was a fur-lined leather shackle. She snapped them in place over his wrists. She did the same to his legs, connecting them to arches under the desk he had failed to notice.
“What the hell?!”
“You came here to learn my method, right? Well, this is it. I cuff myself to the desk to avoid any distractions.”
She leaned over his shoulder, breasts pressed into his back, and pointed at a line on the screen.
“Now if you look here…”
It had been nothing more than a local novelty until a bored pastor’s daughter by the name of Dana Peterson wrote the blockbuster novel Divinity’s Hollow all about it. The mix of horror, romance, erotica, and a splash of comedy put the town on the map. Not wanting the scrutiny of the townsfolk for writing such a thing she published it under the penname Contessa Swadlow. It sold so well she ended up publishing more and more stories. Her nom de plume became so popular that she was asked to host a late-night horror movie show from the old hotel.
That show became an obsession for the boys of Divinity’s Hollow. Kolten Vaitones was one such boy, his imagination set aflame every time he watched it. The old movies sent ideas running through his head. Paths the characters should have taken. Better ways the stories could have gone. They soon spilled from mind to page. These short little bouts of what one might call fan fiction were soon replaced by an ever-growing tale of terror. A novel was being born.
Something else was birthed by that series. A boy’s celebrity crush. Peterson quickly lost her aversion to attention and whole-heartedly embraced her new life of Contessa Swadlo. For the author’s photo and later the show she went full-on spooky sensual. She wore the high-necked vampire cape and a little bat pendant necklace. A black miniskirt showed off her impressive and powerful legs. Though those were not the feature that caught the eye at first glance. That honor went to an impossibly oversized rack she loved to put on full display is a striking corset. That was the outfit she wore on the stage before him at that very moment.
“The Divinity’s Hollow Halloween Festival has officially begun!” the mayor announced. “So let’s hand things over to our Mistress of Ceremonies. The countess of Kentucky herself: Contessa Swadlow!”
The Contessa grabbed the microphone as her theme music played over the sound system.
“Let’s get this haunting started people!”
The crowd cheered.
“I got my literary start right here in the Hollow and this year I’m returning the favor. Last month we had local writers submit the rough draft of their horror novels. The three finalists are here on stage with me today.”
She held up a small bronze bat necklace like her own.
“In third place, and winner of $250, is… Madisynn Wong.”
She placed the necklace around the girl’s neck and gave her a check from her publisher. She then held up a silver necklace.
“In second place, and winner of $500 and an advance copy of my next novel Ragnarok’s Ravine, is…”
Kolten held his breath. This would be a good prize. It was the one he was most likely to get now. He knew his story was good but not great.
“… Lincoln Preston!”
She placed the necklace around the boy’s neck and handed him the book and the check. Wait, that meant… no, it couldn’t be. She held up a gold necklace.
“And our grand prize winner, who will receive not only $1000 and work with me for the rest of October to edit the second draft and have it published under both our names, but he will also be my partner for all events for the festival is Mr. Kolten Vaitones!”
He nearly passed out. Kolten had to force himself to step forward. She placed the necklace around his neck and handed him the check. She then followed that up with a quick kiss on the lips. That sent the crowd into a cacophony of applause.
The rest of the day was spent with concerts, speeches and photos for the papers and various other media. Kolten bemoaned the fact he could spend no more time with the Contessa. The feeling of her lips on his remained with him the rest of the day.
The next day, bags packed, Kolten paced nervously on his front porch. Part of his prize was a stay at the Kato Banks which Peterson had purchased and was fixing up for a grand reopening. The hotel was her home and given the distance from town it would be easier on them both for him to stay with her as they worked on his novel. His breath caught in his chest as the Contessa’s iconic neon pink Hearse rolled up. The passenger’s side door was pushed open as he approached. The action gave him another good view of her breasts in her lowcut black top.
“Let’s get you to my parlor,” she said.
Blushing hard, Kolten slipped inside, and the car was off. He was too nervous to say anything as they moved through town. He honestly still couldn’t believe all of this was happening. As they began their accent of the mountain, she finally broke the ice.
“I’m so glad you won.”
“You are?”
“Of all three of you, Kolten, you are the cutest.”
To emphasize this, she patted his knee causing him to blush even harder.
“Yes, Boy, I’m going to enjoy having you in my clutches this month.”
She had always been flirty to the audience of her show but to have it directed at him personally made the situation feel so much more… electric.
“That’s not why you chose my story is it?”
“Oh no, I didn’t know whose story was whose until I announced them on stage yesterday.”
“That’s good.”
“Now, I have to ask, how are you with intimacy?”
“What?!”
“I’m a very affectionate person. I love to hug, to touch, to kiss. I generally have no real concept of personal space. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”
Hell of a time to mention it if it was.
“No, no, that’s fine.”
“Good. I’d hate to chase you off before we even got to the fun parts.”
The Kato Banks always looked so out of place when compared to the rustic town at the base of the mountain. The massive cream-colored wooden building was the pinnacle of Victorian elegance complete with it’s steepled orange roof. It was probably that contrast that helped kill it. It was too expensive for the town below to afford to visit, and the town was too poor for the wealthy to deem the hotel a viable vacation spot. The lack of funds led to lack of upkeep which led to the gas leak. As they arrived that day the lack of care was apparent.
The paint had nearly all chipped off on about half the building. The other half was in the middle of being redone. The roof was recently repaired but demanded a painting of its own. It was half crumbling, half repaired. Half arrived and half dead. The perfect home for the Bluegrass’s vivacious vampiress.
“The hotel rooms are still in need of replacement,” she explained, “so you’ll be shacking up with me in my penthouse. Just so ears don’t get wagging make sure to tell people it has three bedrooms.”
“Must be nice.”
“It is, but it will be far better with someone to share it with for a while.”
The dark and dusty lobby, furniture covered by white sheets, made Kolten feel like he had stepped into the Tower of Terror. She led him into an old elevator which slowly carried them to the top floor. The penthouse was a marvel of Victorian design. He recognized it immediately as the main set from her show. She led him over to the antique desk that faced the window.
“Let’s get you set up.”
He pulled out his laptop and got to work. He couldn’t help but notice two little metal arches on either side of where the computer sat.
“What are these for?”
“These.”
She hooked one end of two different pairs of handcuffs to the arches. On the other end of each was a fur-lined leather shackle. She snapped them in place over his wrists. She did the same to his legs, connecting them to arches under the desk he had failed to notice.
“What the hell?!”
“You came here to learn my method, right? Well, this is it. I cuff myself to the desk to avoid any distractions.”
She leaned over his shoulder, breasts pressed into his back, and pointed at a line on the screen.
“Now if you look here…”