Chapter Two
 

I.

The Agency sent a team of representatives, which included lawyers, Cassandra’s new guardian, and three teenage models to make sure the process went without a hitch.  At first, Cassandra was nervous, but thanks to the other models she quickly forged new friendships and settled right into her new life.  Two of the girls were eighteen and the other girl, Tricia Lane, was sixteen.  Probably because of their age – they became inseparable.

It took less than a year before Cassandra made it to the big time and began traveling around the world.  Fortunately, her best friend Tricia also made it and they both basked in the life of teenaged supermodels.

It was on Cassandra's Eighteenth Birthday, when she was at the top of the modeling world, that her whole life changed forever.
 

II.

Tricia Lane was on her way back to her hotel room from a shoot when she walked straight into the most gorgeous male specimen that she had ever seen.  Quickly, she apologized for not paying attention, but in doing so - she blushed like a little school girl with a crush.

As they shared the same elevator, she found herself stealing glances at the man and found it impossible to look away.  The man exuded sex and virility while at the same time making her feel so female.  She was getting wet from the mere sight of the man.

It was when her eyes met his eyes that she felt the tug against her will… at that moment she found him irresistible.  Something in the way the man looked at her made her question her own attractiveness.  He was inspecting her… appraising her… and she prayed that she passed his test.

Yet, a small part of her questioned whether it was healthy for a girl her age to like a man staring at her in an almost proprietary way.  What she needed was to get out of the elevator and never look back before she did something very foolish.

“Would you like to come to my room?" she asked when the elevator stopped.  Then she blushed realizing what she had just asked.

Then for reasons beyond her comprehension, she recalled when she had lost her virginity.  She had been fourteen and she was seduced by a college guy.  It was the hazards of having a woman's body at such an early age.  But since then she could count on one hand the amount of sexual experiences she had indulged in… not including her own fingers.

“Sure,” the man replied in a strong commanding voice.

Tricia suddenly wanted to tell the man that she was sorry and that she had changed her mind, but the words simply wouldn't come, so instead she led him down the hallway to her hotel room.

The second she entered her hotel room, she began to strip.  It really was the strangest sensation because no matter how hard she tried to stop herself, she couldn’t.  Soon she stood there completely naked… walked to the center of the living room… and then dropped to her knees.  She could feel herself dripping down the insides of her thighs.

“You’re very pretty, Tricia… but you’re a model so you already know this, don’t you?” the man asked her.

Tricia wanted to respond, but she remained silent… all the while growing more and more aroused.

The man walked around her to look at her backside.  Without willing it, she raised her rump as if she were offering it for his inspection.  She could only imagine what she must have looked like.  Then the man walked directly in front of her.

Tricia gazed up at the man in awe.  He was so incredibly handsome.  She suddenly felt very hungry but she wasn’t sure for what until she reached for the man’s pants and pulled down his zipper.  Now she understood what she was hungry for and the craving grew.

Tricia reached into his trousers and pulled out the biggest cock she had ever seen.  She gasped at the size of him and suddenly wanted him inside her mouth.  It didn't matter that she had never sucked on a man’s cock before… she needed it more than anything else in the world at that moment.

Slowly, she licked the man’s crown, using both hands to hold his shaft.  The man had to be ten inches… if not bigger.  Then she allowed the cock to go deep into her mouth and sucked it like a Popsicle.  She wanted to please this man… but her own arousal was distracting her.  Then, she reached behind her back with her right hand and began fingering her wet pussy.  The harder her fingers rubbed her pussy and clit the more eager she sucked the man’s cock.  When the man did shoot his thick cream down her throat, she happily swallowed up every drop… and was only slightly surprised at how cold it tasted.

Tricia wasn't sure what happened next… or how much time had actually elapsed… but when she regained her senses, she was still on her knees and prostrating before the man.  She tried lifting her head, but couldn’t.  Then she heard the man zip up his pants and the next thing she knew, he was lifting up her chin with his finger.

"Like I said, you’re very lovely,” the man stated with a smile.

Tricia blushed and wished she could have said thank you.

"You may take comfort in knowing we'll meet again.  Plus, you will remember our time together, but you won’t be able to tell anyone about it.  Every time you remember sucking me, you will feel an intense desire to do it again.  Your pussy will throb with desire every time you think of my cock inside your mouth."

Then the man was suddenly gone.  She didn’t hear the door open or close, but somehow she knew the man had departed.  It might have been minutes… or hours… but she remained kneeling on the floor… and only when she could move again did she start to cry.  Not because of what had happened, but because the man was gone.

Tricia suddenly felt a desire to finger herself.  Quickly, she thrust two fingers inside her pussy and began masturbating.  She screamed out with one orgasm… and then another.  She came… masturbated… came… and masturbated… over and over again.  Never had she felt hornier… needier… and more female in all her life.

Eventually, she woke up on the floor and made her way to her bed.  She smelled like sex, but this pleased her.  She remembered everything with vivid detail and felt a desire to do it all over again.

“Who was the man…?” she asked out loud, wondering if he were a hypnotist.  Had she been hypnotized in the elevator?  It didn’t matter.  The only thing that mattered was the man return.

Tricia felt herself growing aroused again, and once again started to play with herself.  It was as if there was an internal fire down there that she couldn't put it out with her fingers.
 

***

Tricia walked around the next day in a daze.  She was terribly horny and couldn't help reflect on her new sex life.  Vivid images of her ordeal played out inside her head and she wished she were allowed to tell Cassandra.

Focus, she scolded herself.  She was working on the last minute details for Cassandra's Eighteenth Birthday party, and it was important that everything be perfect.

That night she stayed up late, prancing around her hotel room naked, but the second her head hit the pillow, she fell into a very deep sleep.
 

III.

Master Vampire Damien Nightshade gazed down at the young naked model.  He watched her toss and turn in her sleep.  Sexual desire was without a doubt the strongest human emotion known and he loved using this emotion to play with all his lovely mortal girls.  Tricia was young and beautiful, pretty much like all the girls he played with, and tonight he decided to enslave her.

Damien gazed at the girl’s breasts and thought that they could be bigger.  Why models insisted on small breasts was beyond him.  He decided that he would give her a burning desire to get a boob job.  He then looked at her hair and decided she looked good with short hair.  He usually preferred long hair, but she was an exception.  He was pleased with her appearance and willed the girl awake.

"Who... who are you?"  Tricia asked... looking surprised that she was allowed to talk.

"Did you miss me?" Damien asked, ignoring her question.  He let his eyes roam down the girl’s naked body and sent her waves of desire in the process.  Tricia moaned and started to play with herself.  He could smell her scent fill the air around them.  He reached down to scoop up some of her hot nectar… and then dabbed it onto his tongue for a taste.

“Delicious,” he proclaimed, smiling, but as tasty as the girl was, he preferred it when the girl was menstruating.

Damien scanned the girl’s mind with only half interest until he suddenly stopped.  Who was the blonde girl?  A deeper scan surfaced the name Cassandra Seavers.  The girl was a super model and would be celebrating her eighteenth birthday tomorrow night.  He was stunned with the girl's beauty.

"This Cassandra girl, is she a good friend of yours?"

"We’re best friends," Tricia whispered, as she continued to finger herself.

"I think maybe I'd like to go to this party with you... how about I accompany you as your date," Damien suggested.

"Yes!" Tricia squealed with excitement.

Damien continued to pick through Tricia's mind, learning all about this female beauty named Cassandra… and for the first time in nearly a century, he felt real honest arousal.  He smiled, having forgotten how incredible it felt.

Originally, he had planned on having a couple of nights with this lovely model.  Thanks to his powers of mind control, he could will her to do or act anyway he so desired and other than making sure she enjoyed the sex and a desire to get a boob job, he was going to leave her alone.  Now, however, the plans have changed.

Damien continued to shuffle through Tricia's mind and stopped suddenly when he saw Cassandra completely naked sitting in front of her vanity mirror.  He could tell that Tricia appreciated the girl’s beauty and had grown slightly aroused in the process.  The least he could do was allow Tricia to sip from Cassandra’s well as well.

Damien surfaced an extra jolt of lust into Tricia and this elicited a cry from the girl.  Then he stripped quicker than the naked eye could see and climbed on the bed to join Tricia.

“Ffuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkk,” she cried out when he entered her, climaxing with the very first stroke, and then several more thrusts later she climaxed again!

By the time Damien was done he brought her to a few more orgasms and then feinted.  Then he angled Tricia’s lovely head and used his fangs to puncture small holes in her neck… took two long gulps from her intoxicating blood, and just as quick healed her.  When morning came around - Tricia wouldn’t even have a blemish.

Tricia was his slave now… but a very important one.  She would prove pivotal in his plans.  Mind control took effort and concentration and the subject couldn't be controlled over great distances, but now that Tricia was his pleasure thrall he could control her from across the ocean if need be.  She would still be able to function in the norm, but she would have some major adjusting to do.  She would crave his lips, his caress, and above all his cock, but they would be separated often which wouldn’t be easy on her.
 

IV.

When Tricia woke the next morning, she felt more alive than she ever felt before in her life.  She also felt an all new hunger for Damien Nightshade.  The fact that she suddenly knew his name should have surprised her, but it didn’t.  All she wanted now was to be with him and desired him above life itself.

"Damien!  Please, Damien... I need you!" she cried out with panic and within a blink of an eye he was beside her, caressing her, and making her feel loved.  Tricia could feel him inside her mind, calming her down… and then he proceeded to telepathically explain her new role in life.
 

V.

Cassandra was shocked when she saw Tricia come to the party with her arm draped around an absolute hunk of a man.  He was tall, dark, and mysterious… and quickly the other models were buzzing about him.  Hadn’t Tricia complained the other day how she didn’t have time to find a date?

"Hi Cassandra, I'd like you to meet my date, Damien Nightshade," Tricia introduced.
 

VI.

Damien took the opportunity to enter Cassandra’s mind the second he shook hands with her.  He only needed a mere second to establish control and once this was done he could push her mind... her very actions... her every desire... in any direction he chose.

A quick scan told him that not only did Cassandra look innocent, but she was pure as well.  The loveliest creature he'd seen in several centuries was his for the taking.  Starting tonight, Cassandra was going to start feeling like a girl of her beauty should feel… every waking moment of her life.
 

VII.

Cassandra gasped at the sudden intensity of her desire for this man.  How could his mere touch elicit such feelings from her?  True, Damien was incredibly good looking, especially his dark hypnotic eyes, but never had a man been able to cause her breasts to tighten and pitch forward... her breath to quicken… and her lower lips to feel hot and moist and need to be filled.

When Damien released her hand, the intensity of her desire dissipated... but not enough where she felt comfortable.  Cassandra quickly glanced at Tricia, hoping that her best friend hadn't noticed the affect her date had on her, and based on Tricia’s smile, she hadn’t.  Cassandra excused herself to make her rounds and made it a point to avoid Damien.

Over the course of the evening, it was getting more and more difficult to act the gracious guest of honor.  She was becoming more and more aroused and her resolve to ignore her need was weakening.  For the first time in her life, she understood what it was to sexually desire another person… for the first time in her life; she understood what her fellow models meant when they talked about being horny for a man.  Cassandra stole a few more glances at Damien… and each time she did, her desire for him grew a notch.  More than once she saw an image of herself tearing off her dress and begging him to ravish her.  How could she be thinking such things?
 
Cassandra entered the bathroom and locked the door.  Without even a slight hesitation, she stripped out of her clothes.  She pulled down her panties and finally unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor.  Every inch of her was erotically charged and as she slowly brushed her fingertips against her enlarged nipples, she could feel herself creaming from their sensitivity.

Cassandra looked at her reflection as she cupped her ample breasts.  She squeezed and caressed them with a desire for more.  She was having trouble breathing when she used two fingers to enter herself.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she groaned from the powerful orgasm.  When she pulled her hand away, it was soaked with her cum.

Cassandra re-entered her wet vagina and played with her clitoris... the next orgasm was even more intense and elicited a louder scream!

Cassandra felt like crying… then laughing… then masturbating again.  There was no denying her need for the man.  She wanted him to make love to her.  No!  That wasn’t right!  She wanted the man to fuck her!  She wanted the man to fuck her until she passed out!  The mere image of Damien’s dick ramming in and out of her made her finger move harder and faster, and then she screamed out again with another orgasm.

“Are you alright in there?” she heard one of the girls ask as she knocked on the bathroom door.  She had been so exhausted from her marathon masturbation session that she was sitting on the commode with her legs spread with three fingers still buried deep inside her.  Cassandra looked down at herself when she pulled her fingers away and saw cum drip out of her.  Quickly, she grabbed a wash cloth to clean herself up.  She remembered her brief experience with Nicole three years ago and noted that nothing compared to these new feelings.

“Cassandra… are you coming out of there?” she heard another model ask.

Cassandra quickly slipped her panties back on, but didn’t bother with her bra.  She stuffed that into her pocketbook.  As quick as she could, she slipped her dress back on and looked at herself in the mirror.  She looked a mess… smelled like sex… but what else could she do?  Now, she understood what people talked about when they said; 'that girl reeks of sex.’

Cassandra stepped out of the bathroom and got her share of strange looks.  She didn’t care.  She wanted to find Damien.  As she proceeded down the hallway, she again questioned how this man could invoke such a reaction and came up empty in trying to rationalize it.

As she passed a couple of the older models in the hallway, they gave her a funny look, and she figured that they probably got a whiff of her.  True, she was embarrassed, but at the moment she needed to find Damien.

Cassandra was disappointed when she didn’t find him in the living room.  She inquired as to where Tricia and Damien had disappeared to and was told that they had left the party.  Cassandra leaned back against the wall with a sigh.  She wondered if she’d ever see him again.
 

VIII.

Damien had taken Tricia from the party straight to Cassandra's hotel room, and when they arrived, Tricia was feeling horny all over again.

“Tell me, Tricia… have you ever wanted to taste Cassandra’s pussy?” he asked his new pet.

Tricia blushed and nodded her head yes.

Damien then had Tricia strip and kneel naked before him.  He patted her on top of the head as if he were petting a favorite pet.
 

IX.

Cassandra would have thought that her horniness would have gone away after her fingering session and knowing Damien had already left the party, but she was wrong and grew stronger with each passing moment.  She then found it too hard to stay at her own party, so she apologized to everyone and told everyone that she was ill and had to leave.

Quickly, Cassandra rushed back to her hotel room and was startled to find Damien sitting on the couch.  What was even more startling was to see her best friend, Tricia, completely naked and kneeling before Damien like she were a slave.

"Hi Cassandra, did you enjoy the party?"

"What…?  No!  I..." she stammered, trying to make sense of this.  She also felt the spike in her own arousal and memories of her masturbation session crashed down on her.

"Turning eighteen can be a very traumatic experience... especially when she’s awakened down under," Damien announced.

Cassandra blushed before she asked "Why are you here?"

“To bring you pleasure beyond anything you could have ever dreamed possible,” Damien responded.

"What have you done to Tricia?" Cassandra asked as she looked at her friend again.
 
"Permission to speak freely sir," Tricia asked Damien without turning around.

Cassandra saw Damien nod his head yes and then Tricia turned around to face her.  She was smiling as if she were truly happy.

"Damien wanted to give you your birthday gift, personally… and he was kind enough to invite me to help him," Tricia stated with a smile... and then she stood up to face her.

“I… I don’t understand,” Cassandra whispered, wishing her eyes weren’t drawn to Tricia’s perky tits.

“Certainly you do,” Damien interjected.

As Tricia walked up to her, Cassandra grew more and more aroused.  She didn’t believe for a moment that Tricia was causing these new desires, but she did know Damien was responsible.  Then in an act that shocked and excited her, Tricia placed her hand on the back of her neck like a lover might do.  She remembered something similar when Nicole had seduced her.

“Please don’t,” Cassandra whispered, unable to move.  She had seen Tricia naked on countless occasions, just like she had seen the other models, but this was the first time that she saw her in an intimate setting and her body reacted very differently.

As Tricia moved her naked body up against her... she realized she wanted her best friend but she wanted Damien more.

"Take me,” Cassandra finally whispered, staring right at Damien.

Damien got up from the couch and walked up in front of her… while Tricia moved around to the back of her.  Cassandra stood passively like a statue while the two of them gazed at her.  Then in one motion, Damien tore open the front of her dress, tearing it to shreds, and letting it drop to a heap by her feet.

Cassandra then gasped when Damien did the same to her bra, springing free her generous breasts.  Her whole body was shaking with need now and she felt like an animal in heat.

Slowly, Damien began to caress her breasts and all along the slopes of her highly excited body.  Cassandra was caught up in a passion that she could neither deny nor resist… and moaned in pleasure in response.  Then she felt Tricia spread her ass cheeks apart and cried out when felt Tricia's tongue enter her asshole.

Cassandra's entire body throbbed with lust and she desperately wanted to be fucked!  More than anything in her life, she wanted this man to fuck her.  More than anything in her life, she wanted Tricia to eat her out.  The realization no longer bothered her and she cried out when Damien thrust his hand between her legs.

She gasped, moaned, and screamed, just now realizing that she could talk again - but instead of telling them to stop, she screamed for them to fuck her.

Only a very small part of Cassandra knew that she should feel embarrassed about all of this and that Tricia was obviously under some sort of spell as well, but the sheer intensity of her need dampened any concerns she may have had.

Damien picked her up as if she were weightless and carried her into her bedroom.  Then he placed her on her bed.  Cassandra squirmed on top of her sheets with anticipation.  It was then that Tricia joined her… and as if they were responding to some unspoken commands, they started hugging and groping one another and then they started to kiss every inch of each other which eventually led them to a sixty-nine.
 

***

Damien had already stripped and was stroking his own ten inches while he watched the two beauties make love before him.  At the moment they were rutting together like long lost lovers.  He was amused when he thought how innocent these girls were prior.  As he continued to enjoy the show of Cassandra and Tricia put on, he couldn't help do something he hadn't needed to do in such a long time.  All three of them came to a shattering climax together.
 
Damien gazed down at the sleeping beauties.  When passion was ignited by the supernatural, these mortal girls had a habit of passing out during the throes of an orgasm.  He glanced at his slave Tricia and sent her spiraling down deeper into a controlled sleep.  Then he woke Cassandra up for her initiation.
 

***
 
Cassandra woke to see Damien naked before her.  Her mouth was full of Tricia's cum and she blushed.  She also licked her lips savoring the taste of her best-friend.  Now, she was aching to fill her mouth with Damien's cum.

Cassandra glanced over at Tricia and saw that she was still sleeping.  Then Damien moved down between her legs.  Cassandra’s eyes lit up at the size of Damien’s dick and she couldn’t for a minute imagine it fitting inside of her.

"Damien, I'm a virgin.  Please...please be gentle with me," Cassandra begged with trepidation.

Cassandra glanced again at Tricia who was still sleeping.  Then she turned her attention back at Damien, who was now descending upon her.  Thanks to Tricia's licking moments before, she knew she was very, very wet.

Damien quickly thrust his tongue into her cream filled pussy.  Cassandra cried out with wave after wave crashing over her.  Damien then guided his cock into her, deep into her, causing Cassandra to cry out in pain from her hymen breaking.  Damien continued to pound into her… harder and harder.

"Please Damien, harder, fuck me harder," Cassandra continued to moan.

Damien proved relentless, shoving his cock deeper and deeper into her hot pussy until Cassandra cried out with yet another orgasm and then passed out.
 

X.
 
While Cassandra slept, Damien lapped up her virgin blood from her pussy - making sure to get every last drop.  Vampires who drank from a girl's neck turned the girl into a sex slave.  Vampires, who drank blood from a newly deflowered pussy, initiated the girl into his special circle.  Cassandra would still be his sex slave, and still hunger for sex, but she would be primed for a different kind of life.

Damien licked up the last of Cassandra’s blood and then lifted himself off the bed.  Cassandra would remain a special type of mortal until he performed the final ceremony on her.  In the meantime, she would do as she was told as an initiate.  Damien decided that Cassandra would not be converted until she was twenty-one mortal years old.  Then she would become his immortal bride.

Damien glanced over at Tricia.  Tricia was now his willing slave, and would do his bidding.  This would make it easier for Cassandra, because only his slaves could slake her need during his absences.

Damien focused on Tricia and exerted his will… You are to be Cassandra's lover and service her every need.  You will pleasure her and she will pleasure you.  You need each other and love each other very much.

Damien turned to Cassandra for one more glance and then at the same time he blew her a kiss, he used his will to send Cassandra a rush of warmth straight to her pleasure points.  Cassandra stirred and unconsciously moved her hands down to her groin.  One of her fingers slipped inside of her while her other hand began kneading her breasts.

Damien left Cassandra’s hotel room while the two beauties slept peacefully… well, maybe not completely peaceful.
 

XI.

Cassandra woke first and the first thing she did was look down at herself.  She felt different and looked different.  She felt sexier...healthier… and her breasts were fuller… and firmer.  She squeezed them hard and rubbed them while she basked in the pleasurable sensations.  She remembered rubbing her boobs yesterday and not feeling like the way she was feeling now.  She turned to her left and saw Tricia and the remembrance of their passionate lovemaking was making her feel wet again.  She leaned over and kissed her on the lips.  Tricia responded immediately and soon they were kissing each other with growing passion.

After a few orgasms later, Tricia got up to take a shower.  Cassandra knew that if she joined her best friend and new lover that they'd be in there for hours, so she purposely waited.

Cassandra reached down to touch herself, noting the soreness between her legs, but instead of feeling pain, she felt pleasure.  She couldn't stop thinking about how incredible it all was and Damien’s deflowering.  She blushed, remembering how they fucked until she passed out.

When Tricia was done, Cassandra took in the sight of her, prancing around her bedroom stark naked.  Then she saw the note left by Damien on her vanity mirror.

Hope you enjoyed your birthday present!  Love, Damien.

Cassandra remembered the shock she felt when Tricia had said that Damien wanted to give her a birthday present personally, and how she'd been invited to assist with it.  It ended up being the best present she could have ever received in her life!

When Cassandra came out from taking her shower, she saw that Tricia was already dressed.

"I'll see you later," Tricia told her.

Cassandra knew that Tricia had a shoot this morning and they kissed, hugged, and cupped each other's ass before she said goodbye.

Later on that afternoon, while Cassandra lay naked on the couch in her living room relaxing, her mind continued to be filled with Damien.  Was this love she felt?  And why didn't she react to sharing Damien with Tricia?  Why didn't Tricia react?  Cassandra never in her wildest dreams believed in the supernatural, but there was no doubt that she was under a spell.  But the fact was… she didn't care.  She was sexually alive now and she never wanted to lose this feeling.

Cassandra knew that she wouldn't be seeing Damien until tonight so she wished that Tricia would hurry back from her shoot.  Wait, it suddenly dawned on her… how did she know that she wouldn't see Damien until tonight?  She just knew... and her mind accepted it.  Her thought went back to Tricia and the she wondered why she accepted her new bisexual relationship with her… and realized that she simply accepted it.  It simply didn't bother her that she was making it with another girl unlike her time with Nicole.

Cassandra walked to her bedroom and tried to ignore the stirrings she felt inside her pussy.  Tricia would be here soon.
 

The End of Chapter Two!

E-mails are welcome.  JRParz@hotmail.com