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Telegram Seward to Van Pissing

4 September – Patient greatly improved.

Telegram Seward to Van Pissing

6 September – Terrible change for the worse. Come at once.

Chapter 4

Dr Seward’s Diary

Van Pissing came again with his case of effects, offering to
stay for some considerable time. Lucy was ghastly pale, the red gone from her
lips. Her breathing was painful to see or hear. Van Pissing took me aside and
said. “She will die of lack of fluid. We must provide her with some
immediately.”

We went into her room and Van Pissing took a collection of
dildos from his medical bag. He handed one to me and took one for himself and
together we approached Lucy who moaned quietly in distress. I took instruction
from me, bringing her to a wetness that seemed to drip from her pussy by
kissing her neck and teasing her nipples. I pressed the dildo to her pussy and
let it slide into her as Van Pissing called Anthea in to join us. He told her
to piss in the patient’s mouth and she climbed above the bed and lifted her
dress, squatting over Lucy’s face and letting golden fluid leak from her. It fell
into Lucy’s mouth whilst we kept her moaning by fucking her pussy and arse with
the dildos. As we did so Van Pissing noticed a touch of red lipstick on Lucy’s
thigh and he gave a sharp intake of breath but said nothing.

After Anthea had finished peeing into Lucy Van Pissing and
put his cock to her mouth and she brought him to orgasm in minutes. Van Pissing
climaxed onto her face and watched her lap at the thick fluid, drinking it down
as if it were ambrosia itself.

Anthea was sent away and Lucy slept, her breathing stronger.
“What do you make of that lipstick?” I asked.

“I must away and find books I need. Remain here and do not
let her leave your sight. Watch her all night.”

8 September – I sat up all night with Lucy. Her spirits were
good but she was afraid to sleep. I watched her until long after sunrise as she
dozed. I fear I may have fallen into slumber myself at one point.

Lucy Wetenra’s Diary

9 September – I feel so happy. Somehow Anthea feels close to
me. I am glad Dr Seward watches over me.

Dr Seward’s Diary

10 September – Van Pissing returned and together we entered
Lucy’s bedroom. She lay more white and wan than ever, even her lips were white.
Van Pissing looked furious. “We must get more fluid in her.”

He removed his clothes and stood by her face, frantically
masturbating as she let her mouth fall open. Soon a spurt of cum escaped his
cock and she swallowed eagerly without opening her eyes. He made me piss into
her open mouth which I did so with all possible haste, watching her gulp down
my pee as I found myself too worried for her to become at all aroused by the
sight. Van Pissing sent me home to rest afterwards.

11 September – Van Pissing gave Lucy a wreath of garlic to
hand round her neck and would broach no protest. He took toilet roll and wiped
garlic all over the sashes of the windows before latching them securely. He did
the same with the door and the fireplace.

He bade Lucy to rest and took me with him to his coach,
noting the worry in my eyes and planting a kiss on my lips. I found myself
becoming wet as his tongue entered my mouth and he stroked my body as the
driver took us to my home. As we approached he lifted his cock free from his
trousers and slid it into me, letting me ride him to an orgasm which assuaged
my fears for at least a little while before kissing me goodnight whilst fucking
me so hard I hit my head on the top of the coach. He came in me with a grunt
and then I climbed down from the coach to a final kiss.

17 September – I was engaged in my study in the asylum when
Renfield burst in and aimed for me. He tore my dress from me, scaring me so
much a little pee leaked from me to the floor. Before he could attack further
attendants arrived and found him lapping at me pee as it lay upon the floor.
“Pee is the life!” he repeated over and over.

18 September – I drove to see Lucy but every window and door
was fastened and locked. Van Pissing arrived whilst I in vain sought ingress
and he took out a surgical saw and together we attacked the iron bars over the
kitchen window. Once they were cut through we climbed in and found nobody
present. We ran to Lucy’s room and found her in a dead faint upon her bed, her
mother dead beside her. Van Pissing carried her over his shoulder and placed
her in the first bath he could find, peeing straight into her mouth and
imploring me to do the same. As I squatted over her face and spread my pussy
lips apart to let urine trickle from me into her throat. She stirred a little
and my heart soared.

“What is taking the piss we keep providing?” I asked.

Van Pissing looked across at me. “That is the question my
dear Seward.”

Letter from Mina to Lucy

17 September

My dearest Lucy,

I have my wife back. We are in Exeter with Mr Hawkins.
Jennifer is putting flesh on her bones. But when are you to be married?

Yours,

Mina

Letter from Mina to Lucy

18 September

My dearest Lucy,

Mr Hawkins has died. Jennifer is to be chief mourner.
Forgive me for troubling you.

Yours,

Mina

Dr Seward’s Diary

20 September - Lucy is dead. I took Anthea away from the
body when Van Pissing discovered it and she sobbed in a way that brought me to
tears.

I returned to find Van Pissing standing over her. “Peace at
last,” I said to him.

“Not so. This is only the beginning,” he replied. I asked
what he meant but he only answered, “We can do nothing yet. Wait and pee.”

Mina Harker’s Journal

22 September – I took Jennifer to the zoo in London. We sat
watching the animals when Jennifer seemed to notice something and clutched my
arm far too tightly. He was staring at a tall woman who was observing a pretty
girl. She had big white teeth and very red lips.

“It is the woman herself,” Jennifer said. “It is the
Countess but she has grown young. If only I knew.”

Later I received a sad telegram from Van Pissing telling me
Lucy had died, to be buried on the same day as her mother. Oh what a wealth of
sorrow in so few words.

The Westminster Gazette 25 September

Hampstead has undergone a series of events which have been
given the name The Pissing Woman. During the past few days people have been
seen to go missing only to return home soaked in urine and unable to say
anything other than the pissing woman did it to them. The only thing each has
in common is a smear of red lipstick was found upon each of their thighs.

Letter from Van Pissing to Mina Harker

25 September – Thank you for allowing me to read your wife’s
diary. Strange and terrible are the contents but it is all true. I also note
the events in Hampstead recently which I believe to be connected. If my theory
is correct I believe there is a figure who moved from contact with your wife to
Whitby to London and is now responsible, gaining continual life from the urine
of her victims. I visited the crypt of Lucy Wetenra and found her coffin empty.
I believe she may have been corrupted by the one I seek and is even now
beginning her journey to imbibe of the urine of her victims to sustain her
unholy life. I theorised what would defeat her and when I observed her return
to her coffin in the early morning I ate as much garlic as I could find before
once more entering the crypt. I pulled open the lid to her bed and pissed
garlic smelling urine upon her body whereupon she began to smoke and hiss evil
imprecations towards me before the urine soaked into her skin and the life of
the undead was over and she came to as if she had been healthy all her life. I
took her home and she rests there under the care of Sister Agatha of Budapest
whom I implored to travel purely for this purpose to make use of her piss
therapy with my garlic addition to her armoury. I am hopeful Lucy will yet make
a full recovery. She remembers nothing of her time in the crypt which is
probably a blessing. In addition Dr Seward has informed me of a patient of his
who intrigues me and I intend to make use of this man. I will inform you how I
progress.

Yours

Van Pissing

Mina Harker’s Journal

30 September – Van Pissing met with me and Dr Seward and
others to discuss our course of action in his asylum office. He told us of his
belief in wet vampires who derive sustenance from the piss of their victims.
The only way to deal with them is by pouring garlic infused urine upon them and
the best time is during the day when their power is at its weakest. We agreed
to seek out this Wetula who resided perhaps still in the house Jennifer had
provided for her beside the asylum as Renfield has hinted is the case with his
insane actions.

Dr Seward’s Journal

30 September – After the meeting adjourned we contrived to
allow Renfield to escape once more. He travelled in moments to the abandoned
bathroom in the grounds of the old house and this time the door swung open. As
it did so I stepped forward from my hiding place and wedged a slip of wood in
the jamb so the door would not close fully.

We waited, Mina, Jennifer, Van Pissing and I until the
mutterings of Renfield faded away in the distance. Whilst we stood in silence,
we each undressed ourselves, now wearing nothing but garlic wreathes around our
necks, Jennifer holding an object in her hand that I could not identify. At
last we slipped into the bathroom and looked around us in the darkness. At the
far end we heard the hissing sound of urinating and edging forwards we saw
Wetula in the end stall which was lit by candles and beautiful to observe. She
was laid upon her back with her mouth open and Renfield was pissing directly
onto her face. At the sight of her visage Jennifer let out a howl of rage and
strode forwards before we could stop her. Renfield turned to run but stumbled
over Wetula’s legs and fell to the floor, banging his head upon the wall and
slumping into unconsciousness.

Wetula opened her mouth and revealed her long white teeth as
her eyes flashed evil towards us, seeming to be only too aware of the danger
she was in.

“You think you can ever defeat me?” she snarled, making to
run for the door. She bowled into us but the sight of the garlic around each of
our necks made her fall back until she was pressed against the wall of the
toilet stall, holding her hand before her eyes as if the bulbs might blind her.

“Your reign of terror is over,” Van Pissing said, “and now
we shall rain down upon you.”

“No!” Wetula cried as Van Pissing pulled on garlic infused
medical gloves.

The Countess was pushed onto her back and her clothes torn
from her as she fought to free herself, the air filling with the strong smell
of garlic. Once she was naked we all found ourselves staring at her beautiful
and flawless naked body, her high breasts with large rounded pink nipples, her
taut stomach, the v of her pussy with not a hair in sight as Mina pulled one
leg to a side and Jennifer the other. I squatted over Wetula’s screaming face
and pulled apart the lips of my pussy, taunting her with one droplet at a time
of pee, shaking them onto her face as she snarled and moaned in what could be
mistaken for pain but was surely arousal.

I pushed down on my bladder with one hand and then a gushing
waterfall of pee fell onto Wetula’s face, smearing her lipstick as she tried to
wipe it from her skin before it injured her. Steam rose from her face as I peed
until I could produce no more. I stood aside and Mina swapped with me, pissing
onto Wetula’s clit and making her moan and writhe on the floor of the stall.
Mina played with her own pussy as she peed, masturbating whilst tormenting
Wetula until Van Pissing aimed his cock at the Countess’s hair, peeing onto her
head whilst Mina continued her own emissions.

Jennifer spread her legs as she stood beside the Countess
and began to pee on her with a look of delight at finally getting revenge on
the evil denizen of the night before her.

Every inch of Wetula was soon coated in pee and her whole
body steamed and stank of garlic as she fought to rise and escape once more.
She opened her mouth to scream and Van Pissing shoved his cock into it,
avoiding her sharp teeth on his way to the back of her throat. I held her legs
in place as Jennifer revealed the glass dildo previously hidden behind her
back. She shoved it straight into Wetula’s gaping pussy and the Countess
screamed all the louder but the noise faded into a deep sigh of satisfaction as
Jennifer began to fuck her in earnest.

Mina reached between Wetula’s legs and found her bottom,
pushing one finger and then a second into her bottom, pushing as deeply as she
could manage. Van Pissing thrust as hard as he could until he grunted a garlic
flavoured spunk into her mouth and made her swallow every drop.

I felt a hand on my bottom and realised it was Mina, leaning
round to tease my pussy as she played with Wetula’s bottom further. My own
climax hit me moments later and I turned to Mina and panted my gratitude before
finding her clit and teasing it into an ardour that led Mina to scream in bliss
as she came.

Wetula’s whole body rose into the air as she looked up at us
all in sheer panic and then she sank down again and began to shake as the earth
around us seemed to quiver alongside her. She let out a torrent of piss that
sprayed over us all as she came over and over again, one orgasm after another
washing over her in a wave whilst she peed like a fountain into the air.

The bathroom echoed with her noises of pleasure before at
last she fell still, her eyes closing and looking for all the world as if she
were dead. At last she blinked and began to breathe, the colour returning to
her cheeks. She blinked again as if seeing the world for the first time,
looking around at the four of us but not recognising who we were.

“Where am I?” she said, sitting up in a daze. “Why are you
all naked? Oh my, why am I in a state of undress also? And why can I taste
garlic in my mouth?”

Van Pissing did his best to explain in simple terms that she
had been ill for a long time but was now going to get better because of some
unique treatment she had undergone. Wetula nodded in response, letting him help
her to her feet and then we walked her slowly outside, none of us caring to
dress, the heat of our indulgence keeping us warm as we walked to the asylum
and into my office. Here I sat Wetula on a couch where she slumped back and
closed her eyes, asleep within moments.

“What happens now?” Mina asked, looking across at Van
Pissing.

“She should be as well as Lucy from now on. The insanity of
the last weeks is over.”

“And Renfield?”

“I believe his madness will itself ebb away as he awakens as
if from a dream. As for myself I must return to Amsterdam to continue my work.
I bid you all good night.”

It was an odd sight to see a naked man leave my office as if
he were fully dressed, caring not for who saw his body exposed in such a way.
After he had gone we three talked long into the night until Wetula began to
stir from her slumber at last.

When she woke I allowed Mina to take her home to join that
happy household, feeling certain all danger had now passed. I sent attendants
to retrieve their clothes and then they did away in a coach, leaving me alone.
I shall check in on them tomorrow but for now I feel I will sleep the sleep of
the dead for I am exhausted by recent events. I am happy for something whispers
in my mind that from this day forth, all will be well once more and from here
on pissing in the mouths of others will only be for pleasure and never as a
method to artificially sustain life of a wet vampire.