Chapter Seven
 
 

Prologue.  (A few months into Cassandra's Enslavement)
 

Sarah hugged the beautiful pop star for a full minute.

"God, Sarah... we thought you were dead.  Where have you been?"  Britney asked in a soft quiet voice.

"Dead…?  I guess you could say that," Sarah responded with a giggle. "But I'll stick to a long vacation story for appearances sake.  Did you miss me?"

"Sure, everyone did… and look at you!  My God, you must have grown three cup sizes!"

Sarah smiled as she reached down to cup them.  "Do you like them?"

"Sure, they’re great," the pop star replied, blushing.

"Still not as nice as yours though... huh?" Sarah responded with a smirk.

The pop star smiled in response.

"Anyway, I want you to meet a couple of my... er... well... friends.  One is staying with me for awhile while the other… well… lets just say she never wants to leave me."

Sarah smiled at the pop singer’s expression as she led her to a small den.  She gasped at what she saw.  Kneeling down on the floor... completely naked... was a beautiful young blonde woman and a pretty blonde teenaged girl.

"SARAH!  What are you into!?" the pop singer cried.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Sarah asked... willing the younger one to rise.  "This is Holly and she’s a big fan of yours."

"It's so kewl to finally meet you... you're way prettier in person," Holly gushed with excitement.

Sarah watched in amusement at Britney’s response.

"And this one is Cassandra.  Cassandra Seavers.  Do you remember her?"

Sarah watched Britney’s eyes light up in recognition… apparently so.

"I... I think I'd better leave."

"You can't leave yet... you just got here.  Stay for awhile... okay sweetie," Sarah replied with a smile, then added.  "The four of us are going to have ourselves a love party.  I have a nice king-sized bed and I thought... well...  I promise you'll cum forever."

"No, Sarah... really... this isn't my scene," the pop singer replied as she backed up towards the door.

"Don't be silly... of course it is... we'll be one big loving family... and hell, we're all blonde and we can pretend we’re sisters!"  Sarah added with a smile.

“What’s gotten into you, Sarah?” Britney asked her.

"We’ll even add Jessica...  Cristina... and maybe even Mandy," Sarah stated, and when she saw that the pop star was ready to bolt, she quickly used her mesmerism powers on her.

Britney stopped in mid stride and slowly turned around.

"That's much better," Sarah whispered.  "Now, a few tweaks here... and a few tweaks there… and we'll have you feeling a whole lot more accommodating, won’t we?"

"No," Britney whispered, shaking her head, but Sarah could see the blonde hottie was already feeling very differently.

"Yes dear...  I can smell your arousal," Sarah added.

The pop star's eyes closed for a second... and then she groaned.  Sarah moved over to steady her.  "Girls, strip her."

Cassandra joined Holly as they stripped the pop star of her shirt, her jeans, her thongs and her push up bra... and in mere seconds Britney stood there completely naked.

Sarah walked up to her and smiled.  Then she cupped her breasts.  "I always knew these were natural… and a lot smaller than what people believed."

Sarah then slid her right hand down to her very moist lips below.  "And just like me, not a natural blonde, either."

Britney groaned when Sarah grazed her fingers across her vulva.  "Oh... and let’s set the record straight regarding my new boobs.  I didn't get a boob job the usual way in Hollywood.  Mine just happen to be supernaturally enhanced."

Cassandra and Holly led the entranced pop star out of the den and into the bedroom.

"Tell me, Brit... have you ever made love to a girl before?"

"Yes," the pop star replied, compelled to answer truthfully.

"Oh really…?  So, all that talk about you not being into that scene is just that... talk."

"I'm not… I’m not really like that… I… I was just experimenting.  It was only one time and a huge mistake," Britney replied.

"And who was this mistake with?"

"Christina…?  "You mean..."

"Yes," Britney whispered.

"How sweet... and here everyone makes you two out to be rivals."
 

I. (359 days into Theresa's Enslavement)

"Come here Tricia," Theresa commanded the maid.

"Yes, Mistress," the lovely ex-model responded as she assumed a kneeling position in front of her.

"Stand up."

Tricia stood up as instructed.

Theresa flexed a combination of her vampire power and witchcraft and quite instantly she transformed into the exact duplicate of Cassandra Seavers... not even Damien could to this!

Then she led a stunned Tricia over to the bed.

"How long has it been since you were allowed to make love to Cassandra?"

"Oh, Mistress... a long time," Tricia replied, confused and aroused at the same time.

"Would you like to?"

"Yes, Mistress... thank you so much."

Soon they were on the bed in a 69.  Tricia's tongue worked her to an incredible state while she busily lapped at Tricia’s pussy.  She did this for two reasons… one to taste Tricia’s cum and the nourishment she needed from her blood.  She so loved it when the maids were having their periods.
 

II.

Damien Nightshade quietly closed the door to Theresa's bedroom.  The witch was busily mouthing Tricia right now... appeasing her hunger.  Just like he had done with Cassandra and Sarah, Theresa would never fuck another male with the exception of him.

Damien was amazed with the Vampiress Witch's power and thought it nice of her to assume Cassandra's form for Tricia.  He figured it had to be like old times for the ex-model.

Damien turned and left as he decided to go out for the evening.  He was in another mood for another seduction.  So many lovely girls to choose from, so irresistibly beautiful, and ever so cute in their need for him.  Damien stepped out into the darkness and took flight.

It was great to be a Master Vampire.

 
III.

Damien Nightshade was in the middle of enjoying a blowjob from one of the pretty co-eds he picked up when Theresa came through the door.  The girl stopped when she saw the dark haired beauty and quickly hid her nudity with a blush.

"Damien... we have to talk," Theresa announced as she approached him.

"Do you mind...?  Heather was right in the middle of something very important to me and you’ve distracted her."

Heather looked around for her clothes and when she spotted them on the floor, she got up and started for them... but then she suddenly stopped in mid stride, turned around, and down before him again.  Heather proceeded to pick up where she had left off.

"I've waited long enough," Theresa stated as she took a seat on the couch.

"You know, Theresa... I've told you in the past that I don't appreciate you barging in on me when I'm in the middle of something.  I didn't even allow Cassandra to do this and she's my favorite."

"That's who I want to talk about," Theresa replied, ignoring his frustrations.

"Damn-it, Theresa... every week we discuss Cassandra with the same results.  The year isn't up yet and until then you're both being punished," Damien replied, and then he shifted his gaze down to the pretty co-ed again.  The blonde continued sucking on him, but he could see where she was very confused.

Then he turned back to Theresa and smiled.  With a simple nudge from his mind, he mentally commanded Theresa to transform without realizing it.

Theresa suddenly transformed from a gorgeous eighteen year old dark haired girl to the exact replica of Cassandra.

"Besides, I don't need Cassandra when I have you... do I?" Damien asked with a smile.

"Stop it!  I told you I don't like you doing that to me!" Theresa cried in Cassandra's voice.

"And I told you to be patient.  You still have one more week before your year is up and then I'll release you... not a second before.  Then you can go retrieve your lover from Sarah and go live happily ever after."

"There's something else I need to discuss... there's a girl I've been following and I'd like her to be my first initiate."

"Oh...?  I thought you were going to wait until you moved out?"

"She reminds me of someone and I need to bring her down a notch or two."

“Maybe she reminds you of you,” Damien responded with a smile.

Then his gaze shifted to the girl again… and then back to Theresa in Cassandra’s form.

"How old is this girl you’re following?"

"Seventeen."

"Young."

"She’s the same age as me."

"Hmmm… the last time I looked, you’re twenty-one.”

“Cassandra’s twenty-one, not me!”

“You can morph into anyone you want to which means you can be any age you want.”

Theresa just glared at him with Cassandra's face, and he had to admit she looked kind of cute.

"Fine… you can have this girl, but you can’t bring her back here.  Go find somewhere else to have her service you.  Now, get down here and join Heather and make me cum," Damien commanded.

Theresa, still wearing Cassandra's body, immediately kneeled down beside Heather.  Heather blushed but still continued to lick... and Theresa began to lick along the other side of his shaft.  Sometimes their tongues would touch and Heather would blush, and Damien chuckled, knowing Theresa was doing that on purpose.

"Cum for me... both of you... and let me know you're bodies are enjoying this."

Both Heather and Theresa screamed out in ecstasy as they came hard and loudly… and the only reason they stopped screaming was to swallow.
 

IV.

"What's your name?" the rough looking teen asked as his eyes boldly roamed over her large breasts.

"Theresa Fawn,” she replied... purposely dropping her eyes down to the kid’s crotch.  She let her eyes linger there before she smiled.

"See something you like?" the boy asked with a look of cockiness.

"Not particularly," Theresa replied with a giggle.

"Would you like me to prove you wrong," the boy asked, unfazed by her insult.

"Maybe… maybe not," she responded.

"How come I've never seen you before?" the boy asked.

"I just moved here," Theresa replied

"Oh yeah, where from…?"

"Sacramento," Theresa lied.

Just then the real reason she was talking to the boy showed up.

"Who's the bitch?" the girl asked the boy while wrapping her arms around him.

"Theresa Fawn... this is my girlfriend, Carla Lane.  As you can tell, she’s rather the possessive type."

Theresa took a hard look at Carla.  The girl’s hair was long and blonde.  Her eyes looked the color of the sky on a clear blue day.  Theresa smiled, knowing that she was going to enjoy this.  She then shifted her gaze back to the boy.  "I wouldn't be too concerned about me hitting on you... but your girlfriend here is another matter altogether."

Carla's eyes lit up and she could see that the girl was taken off guard.  The boy laughed in response and appeared to be enjoying this.

"Fuck off, dyke!  I'm into cock not pussy."

Theresa smiled at the blonde, thinking that she was going to enjoy taming her.

"Come here," she commanded the girl, compelling her with her eyes.

Carla disengaged herself from her boyfriend and started to walk towards her.  Theresa could see a combination of shock in the girl’s eyes along with a touch of fear.  It wasn’t everyday that she suddenly lose control over her actions.

"Hey, Carla... what the fuck are you doing?" her boyfriend asked.

"She's coming with me," Theresa replied and then took Carla’s hand.

Carla didn’t resist... at least now physically.
 

V.

Carla Lane screamed and screamed... but not one sound came out of her mouth.  This girl had some sort of hypnotic power over her and she couldn't for the life of her, break it.  Her legs propelled her forward like she was some sort of puppet and no matter what she tried, she couldn't stop, turn around, or anything!  She heard her boyfriend yell for her to turn around and she couldn't even look at him.

"Listen, little boy... Carla and I have been lovers for over a month and she finally got fed up with keeping our relationship a secret.  She don't want you anymore... she wants me.  So, you can fuck off!" the dark haired girl lied.

Carla wanted to tell her boyfriend that what she said was a lie... but instead when the girl asked her to confirm her story she turned to her boyfriend and said "yes."

"Then fuck you... fuck the both of you!" her boyfriend replied and stormed off.

Carla stood there helpless as she was left all alone with this girl.

"Carla, turn to me," the girl commanded.

Carla did as she was told and looked straight into the girl’s eyes.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes," Carla responded, finding herself compelled to tell the truth.

"Do you want to make love to me?"

"No!"

"Yes you do."

It was at that very moment that she felt aroused... and with such intensity, and it was centered on the girl before her.  Yes, the girl was right; she did want to make love to her… more than anything else in the world!

"Now, Carla, let me ask you again... do you want to make love to me?"

"Yes," Carla responded with a blush... unable to deny the new feelings coursing through her body.  She could feel her pussy throb as she pictured herself on her knees before this girl... licking her... and tasting her.

"God yes," she whispered, groaning.

"Yes... what?"

"Yes... I...I want to make love to you," Carla responded.

"Kiss me."

Carla knew she was about to kiss a girl out in public and that there were classmates around, but she didn't hesitate as she moved her body up against the girl.  Her small breasts crushed up against the girl's huge breasts and then their lips met... and they began tonguing... thirstily, seeking each other out and kissed hard and passionate.  Carla could feel her pussy growing wet with growing need for the girl and then...

"Ouch!" she cried out.

The girl broke off the kiss and smiled at her.  Carla saw blood on the girl's lips and knew it was hers.

"You taste good, Carla, I'm going to enjoy making love to you," the girl told her.

Carla looked back at the girl in stunned silence, still feeling incredibly horny for her.  This was all so very crazy and she couldn't for the life of her figure it out.

"You may speak freely... but do not raise your voice, and when you look at me, you will look at me like you love me."

Carla could tell she was smiling at the girl, but she couldn't help it.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you remember your boyfriend introducing me?"

"Yes, but…"

"You can call me Theresa."

"I can't believe I'm doing this... I can't believe what you're making me feel."

"Nice, isn't it?"

"Yes, but it's not me."

"It is now... so, I suggest you get used to it."

"Wha... what are you?"

"One of a kind," Theresa responded with a smile.

"Where are we going?"

"I thought we'd go out to the park... nobody should be out there at this time of night and I so love outside sex."

Carla blushed.

***

When they reached the park, Carla was still feeling the fear of the unknown, plus her ever increasing desire for Theresa.  She was still confused as to what was happening, but her body was pretty much overruling everything else.

"I've never done this before…" she whispered.

"I know, dear... but trust me.  Once you’ve been with me, you'll never want anybody else.  Now, strip out of your clothes."

Carla did as she was instructed... kicking off her sneakers, taking off her socks, stripping off her halter and bra.  Then she slid down her tight jeans and black panties at the same time.  When she was completely naked, she stood there at attention before Theresa.

"Tell me, Carla.  Are you horny?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Then you would like me to make love to you, wouldn't you?"

"Yes… I know I wouldn't normally, but whatever you've done to make me feel this is making me want you."

Carla watched as Theresa pulled off her turtleneck.  She gasped at the sight of Theresa’s incredibly full, firm, very large breasts.  Unlike her, Theresa hadn’t been wearing a bra… and her breasts bounced beautifully in front of her.  Then Theresa slid down her tight jeans and exposed her clean shaven pussy.  Obviously, she wasn’t wearing any panties either.  Carla felt an incredible urge to kneel down before Theresa and kiss her vulva.

"Carla... kneel."

Carla immediately dropped down to her knees before Theresa.  Now, she was eye level with Theresa’s glistening wet pussy and she could smell her intoxicating aroma.

"Am I wet, Carla?"

"Yesssss," she groaned.

"Are you wet?"

"Yessssss," she groaned again, feeling herself drip down her thighs.
 
"Taste me," Theresa commanded.

Carla leaned forward until her mouth was on Theresa’s lips and used her tongue to take a taste of her.  She groaned, never having tasted anything more delicious.

Then Theresa kneeled down in front of her and they kissed with even greater passion than they had before.  Then Theresa broke the kiss and leaned back and rested herself on her elbows… while she spread her legs.

Quickly, Carla moved her mouth down on Theresa's creamed filled pussy like a girl possessed.  She licked along Theresa’s soft petals before she began tonguing her clit... the taste and her desire to eat Theresa up was her sole purpose.  Then Theresa telepathically commanded her to 69 and she quickly shifted her body around to accommodate her.  Now it was Theresa who was matching her lick for lick and she groaned with ever increasing pleasure.  Every lick elicited a cry for more and then they both exploded with an orgasm... and it was then she felt the stab of pain.

"Ouch!"

Carla was about to say something when she suddenly felt a pleasant lassitude wash over her... and Theresa continued to lavish her with her tongue.  It almost seemed like she was drinking from her and she could feel herself ready to pass out.  It was then she heard Theresa's voice inside her head.

"You're mine, Carla... you're mine to do with as I wish.  Every thought... desire... and need is to please me.  You live for my happiness... my touch... my kiss.  I own you body and soul."

Carla cried out with another orgasm before she saw darkness.

When Carla came too, she thought it was all a dream, but when she realized she was still naked and waking up in the park, she accepted the reality of it.

Slowly, she got to her feet and looked down at herself.  She then noticed her clothes in a pile a few yards away, but something prevented her from putting them on just yet.

"You were great, Carla," Theresa commented from behind her.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Carla responded as she turned and kneeled before Theresa.  With her head bowed she asked, “How may I serve you."

Carla realized that her life had changed but strangely it didn’t bother her.  In fact, she felt extremely comfortable being Theresa’s slave.

"Stand up, Carla, and look at me."

Carla stood up and gazed at her mistress, basking in Theresa’s beauty.

"You are my slave now... how do you feel about this?"

"Happier than anytime in my life before, thank you, mistress," Carla responded, knowing her feelings were genuine despite her past beliefs.

"Yes, my pet... I'm sure you are.  How do you feel about your boyfriend?"

"I... I feel nothing for him."

"That's right... and you'll find that you won't feel anything sexual for another male ever again.  Girls, however, are a different matter."

"Yes, mistress," Carla replied.

"Do you have any lesbian friends?"

"No, mistress," Carla replied.

"Then I'll give you a day to select two of your pretty heterosexual girlfriends.  Let me know who they are and I'll turn them into your lesbian lovers."

"Thank you, mistress," Carla whispered... immediately thinking of Linda.

"Now go home and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you, mistress."
 

VI. (The next morning)

"Linda, can we talk about something important to me?" Carla asked her best friend.

"Sure Carla... what's up?"

"Have you ever thought about… uh… doing it with another girl before?"

"What?!  Then the rumors are true?!  I heard all about you kissing that girl last night, but I didn’t believe it.  Have you really changed?”

“Yes,” Carla replied, blushing.

“Well, if you think I’m about to suddenly turn gay you have another thing coming."

"I thought that maybe you and Debbie might agree to be with me," Carla added.

"You’re out of your mind!"
 

VII. (That night)

Theresa found herself reflecting on Damien tonight.  Throughout the past year as one of his wives, she found Damien would make use of her in spurts.  But never had he fucked her as hard and as long as he had tonight.  The mere memory of his pounding make her weak and wanton and she blushed at the how submissive she felt in his presence.

Damien also made it a point to stress something tonight.  Despite her incredible power as both a witch and a vampiress, being the first of her kind, she was still very much subject to his will.  His subjugation of her was complete and all-powerful and she would forever remain his slave.  He told her that if he so chose, he could keep her at his side beyond a year.

When Theresa asked Damien why he was telling her this, he told her it was because it was very important for her to understand her role.  If he summoned her to come to him, she had better do so immediately.

Theresa realized that although she would be free and independent to a certain degree, she would also be restrained by certain rules.  As he had pointed out, it wouldn’t matter how many girls she had make love to her, nothing would ever compare to him.  Cassandra included.

Theresa had accepted a long time ago that when she turned into a vampiress that the love spell that she was under for Cassandra had broken... and initially, she'd resented Cassandra because ultimately it was the love spell that made her accept Damien in the first place.  But as her new life progressed, she began to understand more and forgave Cassandra.  About half way through the year, she was no longer angry with Cassandra and actually looked forward to being with her.  True, she didn’t feel that intense love that she had felt when she was under the spell, but she did care for her.  Plus, she figured, she was much more powerful than Cassandra given her combined powers and this meant that whatever relationship that they did reestablish, she would be the one in control.  This was especially true given Cassandra's natural submissiveness.

"Hi Carla," Theresa greeted her new thrall.

"Mistress," Carla responded in a near swoon.  Carla had been standing outside on her porch and now she kneeled before her.

Theresa had telepathically called to Carla before she had arrived.

"Stand up,” Theresa commanded.

Carla stood up with a look of desire in her eyes.

“I'm going to be busy tonight, so I can only stay for a quickie,” Theresa stated, knowing that this would disappoint her new pet.  "I bet you've been quite horny... haven't you?"

"Yes, mistress... I can't stop thinking of you and I constantly crave your touch."

"Well... have you selected a couple of girls to be your lovers?"

"Yes, Mistress… Linda and Debbie, they're seniors like me."

Theresa scanned her mind to get the addresses.

"Okay, come over here and give me a big kiss," Theresa commanded, opening her arms.

Carla swooned with an orgasm the second their lips touched... and then another... and yet another!  By the time Carla's body stopped shuddering from all her orgasms, she was ready to collapse.

"Carla, go inside now and when you wake tomorrow, the girls will be yours."

"Thank you, mistress," Carla responded, moving off on wobbly legs.

Theresa quickly shape-shifted into a huge dog and then headed off towards Linda's house.  It was late enough where both girls should be home.  Hopefully, she could get back to the mansion and beg Damien to fuck her again.

Theresa kind of suspected that Damien had done something to her to make her extra horny for him, but there was little she could do to prevent it.  Maybe she'd convince him to shape-shift into a canine too and then they could fuck as animals.  Something about becoming a bitch for him put her in heat.

When Theresa reached Linda’s house she shape-shifted from a bitch into a vampire bat.  Then she flew up to the windowsill.  It was times like this that made being a vampiress and a witch incredibly convenient.  Then she changed into a mist and easily slipped in-between the windowsill into Linda’s bedroom.

Linda was very beautiful and she couldn't blame Carla for wanting her.  Linda possessed nice round breasts an ever so cute pussy.  Using her witchcraft, she cast a spell.

“Misa... Vesual... Remor... Talto."

Theresa then flooded Linda with a rush of emotion.  "With each passing minute... you will dream of Carla and when you wake tomorrow morning, you will ache for her touch... for her kiss... for her taste."

Linda moaned in her sleep and Theresa couldn't resist taking a peak inside her dream.  She smiled when she saw Linda hungrily eating out a spread eagled Carla.

"Carla is everything to you... and you are nothing without her," she whispered into Linda’s ear, eliciting another groan.

Theresa left Linda to her wet dreams and headed out to Debbie's.

Unlike Linda, Debbie shared her bedroom with a younger sister... a very pretty younger sister.

Theresa felt a compulsion to study the girl, and what she saw eliciting an incredible rush of feelings.  The girl was very young... she figured she might be in middle school.  She wanted to take the girl and brought her fingertips down to caress her cheek.  The girl stirred.  Then it hit her!  The girl was having her period!

“Oh no,” she gasped.

Her mind struggled, battling within.  How nice it would be to have a sweet little slave like her.  Young, fresh, and ever so innocent, but then she screamed at herself.

“Too young!” she cried out to herself and exerted all her will power and turned away from her.

Theresa’s hunger tore at her, but she knew she would regret it terribly if she gave in to her temptations.

"Sleep deep, child... and only wake when the sunlight hits your pretty face."

Theresa then turned to her intended victim, feeling slightly ill from not answering her needs.  She gazed down at Debbie, who was a pretty girl in her own right.  Her baby fat made her all the more alluring.

Theresa entranced Debbie and had her sit up... the sheet fell down exposing her bare breasts.  She had to admit, Debbie’s breasts looked deliciously huge on her small frame and she found her mouth watering.

"What's your sister's name?" Theresa asked Debbie.

"Dawn"

"How old is she?"

"Fourteen"

"Is she pure?"

"I... I think so."

Theresa chanted the spell that would turn Debbie sexually in lust for Carla and after doing so, he sent her back into a deep slumber.  Both Debbie and Linda would find themselves craving Carla for the rest of their lives.  They wouldn't understand it... but they wouldn't be able to resist it.

Theresa turned back to Dawn again... and placed her hands on both side of her pretty face.  She needed to keep her pure until she came back for her… figuring a minimum three years.  Using a mantra that she only reserved for very special circumstances, she entered the girl's brain and rapidly shuffled through her desires... and her fantasies.  Yes, even at this young age, the girl had fantasies.  Theresa saw where Dawn was pure but on the verge of sexually awakening.  She also saw that although she was drawn to boys, she was subconsciously drawn to girls as well.  Dawn didn’t know it yet, but she was bisexual.

Quickly, she sent the girl a compulsion to stay pure and never allow a boy to touch her.  If she was so inclined, she could indulge in lesbian sex with another girl.  Only females would be allowed to drink from her.

Theresa took another whiff of Dawn’s virgin blood and then turned into a mist and disappeared.  Once she was outside, she shape-shifted into an eagle, knowing this was Damien’s favorite form when flying, and soared high and fast into the air.  She sent a mental call to Damien... praying he would answer her.

"What is it my horny vampiress witch," Damien responded, laughing.

"I need you," she whispered, telepathically, flying faster.
 

The End of Chapter 07: The Vampiress Witch

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