Chapter Four
 

I.

Cassandra couldn't stop gazing at the girl.  She had seen beautiful girls over the years, but never had she seen one as beautiful as this one.  The girl seemed to combine a natural innocence with soft sensuality and she simply had to have her.

As she approached the girl, she could feel herself literally aching with need.  Never had she felt desire this strong since Damien... and when the girl turned in her direction, she bore into her eyes with all her power.
 

II.

Theresa had been debating whether or not to hit one more store before calling it quits when she felt the presence.  She was used to the attention her beauty received, so it didn't strike her as strange that someone would be staring at her, but she was surprised to find that the person staring at her this time was a beautiful blonde girl.  In fact, this blonde was as every bit as beautiful as herself… which was a rarity to say the least.

Then when Theresa tried to turn away from the gorgeous girl she found she couldn't, which first confused her… and then disturbed her.  Then the warning bells went off, but no matter how hard she tried to break away from the girl’s gaze she couldn't!

Why hadn't her witchcraft detected the danger?  She wanted to cast as protection spell on herself but her mind felt muddled and she couldn’t formulate the incantation.  Who was this girl that was affecting her so?
 
"You're very beautiful, Theresa," the blonde greeted her with a smile.

Theresa again tried to cast a protection spell, and again failed.  Now she wasn’t able to move... both physically and mentally!

"Tonight, Theresa... I initiate you into a very exclusive club," the blonde told her, adding, "When I spotted you a few moments ago, I knew I couldn't go the evening without us becoming intimate.  Would you like that?"

"No," she whispered in response.  "I... I'm not attracted to girls."

The blonde's eyes suddenly lit up in what looked like shock.  Apparently, she wasn’t used to rejection.  Then the blonde bore into deeper.  "Tell me, Theresa, how are you feeling about me now?"

"Confused... I don't understand how this is possible," Theresa responded, unable to stop herself from telling the truth.

"Are you saying you're not the least bit attracted to me?"

"I told you I'm not into girls," Theresa replied.  Here she was… one of the most powerful witches on the east coast and she couldn't break out of this simple hypnosis…?

"Theresa, this is a first… you should be very aroused for me by now.  Why aren’t you?"

"It might be because of my charm," Theresa whispered.

"Explain," the blonde commanded.

"The charm is inside my body and given to me by my grandmother.  It is designed to ward off supernatural influences," she stated.
 

III.

Cassandra stood there stunned... not to mention feeling a bit afraid that she might have stumbled upon something more powerful than her.  She considered cutting the girl loose and disappearing, but because of the girl’s incredible beauty she couldn’t.  So, she decided to maintain control of the girl using her mesmerism power and find out what she was up against.  She led Theresa over to the food court where they took a seat.

"I must admit, Theresa... you've taken me by surprise... and if you weren't so damn hot we wouldn't even be having this conversation.  How is it that you’re far prettier than every model I’ve ever known?"

"I used my witchcraft to enhance my natural beauty.  I'm perfection by desire," Theresa replied, and then she blushed with her admission.

Witchcraft…?  Then she realized that if there were such things as vampires, then she shouldn’t be surprised to discover there were witches as well.

Cassandra knew that once she placed someone under her mesmerism power that they were powerless before her.  Damien had made it clear that once a vampire gains control through mesmerism that the subject is theirs to command.  He pointed out that if she were ever to manage to get the upper hand on him that he himself wouldn't be able to break the control, but then he also pointed out that he'd never allow that to happen.

"Are you telling me you're a witch?" she finally asked.

"Yes."
 
"How… how powerful a witch are you?"

"Very…"

"If you’re so powerful, then how come I was able to place you under my power so easily?"

"I don't know... I don't understand it myself.  My charm protects me from spells, but apparently hypnotism is different.  I've never been hypnotized before... and it's a strange feeling.  I want to break the control you have over me, but I can't seem to remember the right incantation.  I guess if you were to give me permission to break control, then I could do it."

"Now, isn't this a twist.  I want you to stop trying to break control of my mesmerism, okay?”

“Okay,” Theresa whispered with a sigh.

Cassandra smiled at Theresa.  She noticed her eyes possessed the same glazed look that all her other subjects’ possessed when they were under her mesmerism power, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep her in this state forever, but then she wondered… would the same ceremonial initiation she performed on all her other mortals work on a witch?  Then something brilliant occurred to her… so brilliant in fact that she giggled.

"Tell me, Theresa... how good are you at casting spells?"

"It depends on what type of spell," Theresa replied.

"How about love spells?"

"That depends on the level of the love spell.  I've only cast an infatuation spell."

"Oh...?  Tell me about it."

"It was about three years ago and for my cousin, Bart.  He had a crush on a girl in his high school.  She was a cheerleader and wouldn't give him the time of day.  Knowing that I’m a witch, he asked me if I could help him.  At first, I refused because I don't believe you should make someone feel something that isn't the way they would normally feel, but he pleaded with me and I eventually gave in.  I went with an infatuation spell and within a week, the cheerleader became Bart's steady girl friend.  He called me to tell me that the girl couldn't get enough of him and that were having lots of sex.  To this day, they're inseparable and she only has eyes for him."

"Do you think that was fair to make this girl fall in love with your cousin?"

"Not really, but everything seemed to turn out fine.  The girl isn't aware that her feelings were artificially induced therefore she thinks her feelings are real and therefore she is happy."

"What's the strongest love spell you're capable of casting?"

"I've only heard of someone using it once, but I guess I could do it.  The spell is called a love/lust obsession spell.  Once the subject is under this spell, he or she is totally consumed with an unrelenting sexual craving and love for person who casts the spell, but there’s a warning.  Once this spell is cast it can't be reversed."

"Are you telling me that the spell is for life and nobody can do anything about it?"

"Yes."
 

IV.

Theresa couldn't believe she was spilling all her secrets like this and wondered what it was this girl was up too.  She also was pissed because she no longer could muster up a desire to try breaking the spell she was under.  Then there was something else nagging at her… what was it about this girl that looked so familiar?

"Theresa, explain what is required to cast this spell."

"If the benefactor of the spell is male, they must be totally naked and place a clothing possession of the victim, soaked with their blood, around his shaft, while reciting the incantation.  If the benefactor is female, then the clothing possession must be stuffed inside the vagina.  After the incantation, the spell is immediate and permanent."

"Is it possible for me to cast a spell on someone?" Cassandra asked her.

"No, only a witch can cast a spell."

"What if the person's a vampire... could they cast the spell on a witch?"

"No," she whispered in shock.  She had heard about vampires, but had never run across one… was this blonde insinuating she was a vampire?

"What if the person has a charm to ward off supernatural influence?"

"The only spells that would work on someone with a charm are the spells they cast on themselves.  This is why I can change my appearance or enhance my looks."

"We're going back to my place.  I'm intrigued with this witchcraft of yours."
 

V.

When Theresa was escorted inside a luxury condominium, she wasn't all that surprised to see two beautiful girls, completely naked, and on their knees awaiting them.

"Theresa... do you know who I am?" the blonde asked.

"You look familiar... were you on television?" she asked.

"My name's Cassandra Seavers... do you recognize the name?"

"Yes!  You're that model!  Now, I remember!" she cried out with realization… and then she blushed at having sounded like a silly schoolgirl gushing over a celebrity.

Cassandra smiled and led her into her bedroom.  She walked over to a dresser where she retrieved a white handkerchief.

"Wh... what are you going to do?" Theresa asked, hoping it wasn't what she feared.

"Take off your clothes," Cassandra commanded her with a smile.

Unable to disobey her, Theresa unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor.  Then she shed her jeans and stood before Cassandra in her bra and panties.

"Completely," Cassandra added.

Theresa blushed and complied... moments later she stood at attention naked.

"You're a very lovely witch, Theresa," Cassandra stated with a smile.

Slowly, Cassandra walked around her and she could feel Cassandra’s eyes caress every inch of her.  She turned beet red with embarrassment... feeling much like a mare might feel at a horse show.  Cassandra brought her hands up and cupped her firm breasts… they were the perfect size.  Responding to Cassandra’s telepathic command, she thrust out her chest and proudly and them presenting them to her.  Theresa then opened her legs slightly to allow Cassandra to slide her hand along her treasures below.

"I like how you keep yourself trimmed, but I prefer completely bare on my girls," Cassandra commented.  "Tomorrow… you will shave."

Theresa nodded her head yes without even realizing it.
 
Cassandra continued to check her out, spending some time on her ass.  She blushed when she felt Cassandra's hand lightly caress her ass cheeks.

"Not a bit aroused, are you?" Cassandra asked her.

"No," she responded honestly.

Cassandra sighed and then stripped naked herself... and moments later they stood facing each other.  Although Cassandra didn't arouse her... she couldn’t help but be captivated with the ex-model’s beauty.

Cassandra then dropped down to her knees and kissed her... down there.  Embarrassment was an understatement when she felt Cassandra's tongue slide between her soft petals.

Theresa stood there still as a statue as Cassandra moved up to her stomach and then to her breasts again.  Then she yelped when she felt a prick underneath her right breast.  When she looked down; she saw a trickle of blood seeping from the open cut.  At first, she thought Cassandra was going to drink from her, but instead Cassandra used her handkerchief to soak up her blood.  Her worst fears were becoming a reality!

"Please don't," Theresa wanted to plead… but of course the words never escaped her lips.

Cassandra took her blood soaked handkerchief and inserted into her vagina.

"Alright Theresa, recite the incantation."

Theresa wished she could have at least tried to stop herself… but Cassandra had already prevented her from this.  "Misa... Vesual... Remor... Talto," and then it happened, eliciting a gasp.

Theresa felt a searing heat flood her groin and quite instantly she was wet.  There was no sense in denying her new feelings, as arousal for the blonde goddess in front of her washed over her like a tidal wave!

Quite suddenly, she felt more sexual desire and more love for Cassandra than she had ever felt for anyone before in her life and she felt herself swooning with wet hot need.

Then with realization, she understood her place… quickly, dropping down to her knees.  She loved Cassandra… she adored her… she would worship every inch of her.  Every fiber of her being wished to please and pleasure her and what she would give for the privilege of touching her... kissing her... being able to make love to her.  Theresa gazed up at Cassandra with rapture, never having seen a more beautiful girl in all her life.

Theresa was also very aware that all her feelings were due to the spell she cast on herself, but awareness meant nothing.  She couldn’t imagine a life without Cassandra.

"Please, Cassandra... Please... let me make love to you," Theresa pleaded with a groan.

Cassandra smiled down at her with a look of surprise and then she helped her up to her feet.  When Cassandra used her fingers to enter her wetness below, Theresa cried out with an orgasm, coming all over Cassandra's hand.

Cassandra giggled and then led her to her king-sized bed.

"Tell me, Theresa... would you like me to lick my pussy?" Cassandra asked, spreading her legs.

"Yesssssssss, please," Theresa groaned, overwhelmed with need.

"Then go to it," Cassandra replied.

Theresa quickly moved her mouth over Cassandra's wet pussy with more desire than she ever felt in her life.  It didn’t matter that she never did this before.  She sucked and mouthed Cassandra’s pussy, and tongued her sensitive clit, like a girl possessed, and soon it was Cassandra crying out in orgasm.
 

VI.

When Cassandra awoke, she expected to find her new lover next to her side... but instead she found a note.

*Cassandra, I never dreamed a spell could make someone feel this way.  I love you so much it hurts knowing I must leave you for a little while.  It is the hardest thing I've ever done, but it can’t be helped.  I don't think the spell will allow me to stay away from you too long, so I will probably be back very soon.  I love you very much, but if I am to stay with you for the rest of my life, I must say goodbye to my Mother.  I love you, forever yours, Theresa.*

Cassandra felt a rush of fear.

Damien had never told her about witches so she wasn't sure what to expect.  Had she underestimated Theresa’s power?  Cassandra climbed out of bed and walked over to her mirror.  She smiled like she usually did when she saw her reflection.  Damn good thing folklore was wrong about that too.  Cassandra’s hair had a wild look about it, but like every part of her anatomy, she oozed sensuality.

Cassandra then reflected on her night of passion and the memory of Theresa's kiss sent new signals of pleasure through her.  She thought the spell would keep Theresa at her side... but it hadn't.  Only when she was convinced that Theresa labored under the spell, had she released her from her mesmerism.  The fact that she hadn’t transformed Theresa into her thrall meant she couldn't reach her telepathically.

Two of her girls entered her room.  They were both naked.  She didn't allow her girls to wear any clothing inside her condo and they spent all their time in her bedroom when they were having their period.  This was the only time she fed.

For the most part, the girls were on different cycles and only Jennifer and Jill overlapped.  During these times, they all slept together.  Once she enthralled them, she converted their body chemistry to respond only to females and this allowed the girls to reap the pleasure of lesbian lovemaking.

"Did any of you two see Theresa leave this morning?"

"Yes, Mistress," Jill replied.  "Theresa told me that you said not to wake her and that she would be returning."

Cassandra sighed.  It wasn’t her pets’ fault, so she dismissed them without a reprimand.  She considered contacting Damien, but then feared that he might be upset with her.  Was Theresa playing her?  What if Theresa didn’t return?  Worse yet, what if Theresa was preparing to cast a spell on her?  For the first time in her immortal life, she felt real fear.

Cassandra instructed all four of her thralls to do everything in their power to imprison Theresa inside her bedroom upon her return.  Although she wasn’t able to telepathically communicate with Theresa, she could communicate with her thralls and they would let her know of her return immediately.  She didn't trust Theresa and felt that she had to keep her distance until she was convinced Theresa was still under the love/lust obsession spell.
 

VII.

Theresa struggled back to her house.  Every step was difficult as her sex reminded her of how powerful she needed Cassandra.  Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought a spell could render her in such a state, and she prayed that the Book of Spells might be able to help her.

Her mother asked for an explanation, but she didn't have time to give her one.  She immediately rushed to her bedroom and looked through her Book of Spells.  She shuddered to think that this would be her fate.

After only ten minutes, her Mother came upstairs to her bedroom.  Theresa then broke down and cried, confessing everything.

"I know it's the spell, but I love her so much it hurts to be away from her.  I need her like I've never needed anyone before in my life.  The fact that she's a girl and I've never wanted to be that way with a girl doesn't even seem to matter.  I'm sorry.  I don't know how long I'll be gone for... it may be forever."

"I have something that may help," her Mother responded and led her into her bedroom.  "I never could bring myself to use this on someone... it was a gift from your Father," her mother told her.  Then she handed her a small vial.  "This should make life easier for you... just slip it inside her mouth."

"I don’t understand," Theresa responded, looking at the clear liquid inside the vial.

"I would recommend you pour the contents inside your mouth and then transfer it when you kiss her.  The potion is tasteless so she will simply think it’s your saliva.  It won't work right away, but when it does kick in, your new relationship will be sealed."

"What does it do?"

"It's the most powerful love potion known.  Cassandra will find herself in love with you as much… if not more… than you are in love with her.  She'll quite literally be just as addicted to you as you are of her.  This means that every time you aren't with her, she'll suffer as well."

"Then I'm doomed to be her lover for the rest of my life?" Theresa asked.

Theresa’s Mother nodded her head yes.

Theresa and her mother hugged and cried their good-byes.  Then Theresa took a cab back to Cassandra's condo.  It seemed like the closer she got to Cassandra’s place, the more anxious her body became... and by the time she knocked on Cassandra's door, she was so horny and wet for Cassandra that she literally sobbed with her need.

“But where is she?” Theresa cried when the girls told her Cassandra wasn't home.

Theresa was escorted to Cassandra’s bedroom to wait.  Was this punishment?  She knew she couldn't do anything ever again to displease Cassandra.

"Cassandra told me to tell you to strip and lay naked spread eagle on the bed until further notice.  She also said no masturbating," one of the girls told her.

Theresa was far beyond modesty to complain and quickly did as she was told.  The fact that all four of the girls stood around the bed and watched her didn’t seem to faze her.

 
VIII.

Cassandra purposely made Theresa maintain her naked and spread eagle position for a full three hours before she returned.  It proved to her that the witch was still laboring under the obsession lust/love spell.

Just as she was about to return, she felt Damien's summoning.

"Yes, Master," she telepathically responded.

"I'm turning Sarah tonight at midnight and I want you in attendance when I perform the ceremony."

"Yes, Master," she replied and then felt their link disappear.

Cassandra didn't like Sarah and never would.  The ex-actress had taken advantage of her during their sexual relationship and she would never forgive her for humiliating her the way she did.  Cassandra decided she still had time to play with Theresa before she headed off to Damien's.

When Cassandra opened the door to her bedroom, the sight before her elicited a rush of pleasure.  Theresa looked so incredibly sexy spread eagle on her bed that she couldn't help drink in the sight of her.  She could smell the witch's arousal… and saw it dripping from her slit.  She took pleasure in knowing that Theresa’s desire was for her only.

"So, my lovely witch-slave, you’ve returned."

"I'm sorry, Cassandra.  I'm sorry... I just had to say goodbye to my Mother.  Please forgive me."

"Maybe," she replied, smiling.

"Can I please go to the bathroom?" Theresa asked.

"Sure, honey, but hurry up because I'm horny and I want to put your tongue to good use."

Theresa beamed with pleasure and rushed to the bathroom... dripping on the carpet and down her thighs as she did.
 

IX.

Theresa didn't need to go to the bathroom, but she did need the privacy to take the potion and as instructed, she made sure not to swallow it.  She returned to Cassandra, beaming.  Cassandra started off by grabbing a hold of her ass cheeks and squeezing them tight.  She groaned in response.  Then Cassandra kissed her, allowing her to transfer the potion into her mouth.  Cassandra was completely oblivious.
 

X.

Cassandra reluctantly left Theresa's side to comply with Damien's wishes.

When she arrived at Damien’s mansion, the maid answering the door was none other than Tricia… looking lovely as ever... and as she gazed at her former best friend, model, and lover, her thoughts were still filled with Theresa.

Cassandra found herself reflecting on her passionate lovemaking with Theresa and still couldn't get over how much the witch could make her cum.  Meanwhile, Tricia acted the perfect servant and escorted her down to the pool area.

Like usual, Sarah was buck naked and lounging by the pool.  She was also very sexy and beautiful.  Cassandra saw a smirk on Sarah's face and considered slapping her mentally, but knowing that they'd be on equal terms in a few hours she thought better of it.

"Well... well... well... if it isn't my favorite model," Sarah stated with a smile.

"Shut up... I'm not in the mood," Cassandra responded, glaring at Sarah.

Sarah responded by shutting her mouth.

Cassandra couldn't concentrate and didn't want to be here.  She wanted to be with Theresa, and she could picture the teenager the way she left her... lying peacefully naked on her bed.  She wanted to get back to her and…

Then it suddenly HIT her!  There was no other explanation!  Theresa must have done something to her to make her feel this way… and the longer she was away from her the stronger the feeling grew.

Somehow, Theresa had cast a spell on her… but when?

"What's wrong, Cassandra?" Sarah asked her, strangely appearing concerned.

Theresa turned to look at Sarah, and then walked over to the edge of the pool.

"I'm under her spell," she whispered.
 

The End of Chapter Four.

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