He hadn’t always been in sales, and the tie he was now required to wear was more often than not loosened when he wasn’t meeting with clients. He was actually a licensed plumber and was making a decent living at it when the opportunity to move into his current position came along. The money was better and he still wouldn’t be confined to an office all day, so he accepted the offer. He excelled at it, and within a year his winning personality helped him to become one of the company’s top salesmen. On top of that, he still did the occasional plumbing job on weekends, often helping out a contractor buddy when he could.

As he rounded a curve in his white company pickup, he spotted the aforementioned contractor friend’s truck parked in the driveway of an old house that had been empty since the elderly woman who lived there died the previous winter. The driver’s door was open and he could see Bill sitting behind the wheel and talking on his cell phone, a clipboard in his hand. There was an electrician’s van and another pickup also parked in the driveway.

Slowing down, he pulled in next to Bill’s truck and killed the engine. Bill looked up and gave him a wave, still talking on his phone. Cal got out and walked around to the front of his truck, surveying the old two story house with its faded white paint and sagging front porch while he waited for Bill to finish his call.

After a moment, Bill came over to him, tucking his phone into his shirt pocket. “Hey, Cal.”

Cal nodded a greeting. “Hey.” He tilted his head toward the house. “Someone finally buy this place?”

Bill nodded, sighing. “Yep. We fixed up a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs so they have a place to stay, but they want the rest finished next week. I told them it was going to require a lot of overtime and it wouldn’t be cheap, but they insisted. We’re gonna be working nights and all weekend.”

“That sucks,” Cal replied, still studying the dilapidated structure. “Is it even worth fixing?”

Bill chuckled. “Believe it or not, it’s not as bad as it looks. Sure, it needs some cleaning up and a few things rebuilt, like the porch there, but the basic frame is solid. They built them to last back then.” He eyed Cal. “Actually, I was gonna give you a call and see if you’d be interested in making a few extra bucks. There’s some plumbing work to do and my regular guy can’t work this weekend. Interested?”

Cal sighed. He’d been looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend of doing nothing but drinking a few beers and hanging out at the beach and bars. Maybe even pick up a cute girl to bring home for a little romp. But he could sure use the money. The slow sales this month meant his commission check wouldn’t be as big as usual.

“Fuck, Bill…I dunno…it’s been a long week…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a black BMW pulled into the driveway. Its back windows were heavily tinted but through the windshield he could see the driver was an attractive young woman. She turned off the engine and opened the door. Bill nudged Cal and started toward the car.

“Before you say no maybe you should meet the clients,” he murmured under his breath as the woman got out.

She was dressed in a very conservative business suit and large dark sunglasses, but Cal’s experienced eye told him there was a very hot little body hidden under all that clothing. She wore a large brimmed hat and, combined with the sunglasses, left very little of her features visible. But from what he could see of her face revealed a full pair of ruby red lips set against very pale and delicate skin. This woman was definitely the type to arouse his interest.

Bill walked over to her and smiled as he greeted her and shook her small hand. “Miss Clark, nice to see you again.”

Her lips curved into a friendly, but not too overt smile. “Mr Robson.” Her head turned slightly toward Cal as he walked up behind Bill. “Miss Clark, this is a friend of mine, Cal Mooney. I’ve asked him to take a look at the plumbing. Cal, this is Zoe Clark, the owner’s representative.”

She extended a hand and he reached out to shake it. Like her features, her hand was small and cool, mostly hidden inside the long sleeves of her jacket. “A pleasure, Mr Mooney. Do you think you can finish up the work on time?”

Cal gave her his best confident salesman’s smile and nodded. Bill was right. He knew Cal well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to say no to a pretty lady. “Well, to be honest, I haven’t had the opportunity to look at it yet.” He gave Bill a sideways glance. “But Bill wouldn’t have asked me to do it if he didn’t think I could get it done on time.”

She nodded and he could almost feel her eyes through the dark glasses, as if her gaze were penetrating to the very depths of his soul. He continued to hold her hand for several long seconds - as if time somehow slowed to a crawl - before he came out of his trance and released it.

She turned to Bill. “So everything is on schedule? My mistress is committed to having the work completed no later than next Friday.”

As Bill reassured her that the work would be completed on time, Cal looked over at the darkened windows of the luxury automobile. Her mistress? What the fuck did that mean? And was this ‘mistress’ person sitting in the back seat now watching them? The whole thing was starting to take on an almost surreal aspect.

Bill was speaking again, bringing him back to the present. “I don’t see any problems right now. Of course, with a house this old there are often surprises once we start tearing things apart, but I’m certain it won’t be anything we can’t deal with.”

Apparently satisfied with his report, she shook his hand again and they said their goodbyes. Cal found himself unable to take his eyes off this enchanting and mysterious woman until she got back into the car and backed away.

Bill grabbed his arm and led him toward the house. “What did I tell ya? Quite a looker, huh?”

Cal nodded. “Yeah, interesting woman. Who’s this ‘mistress’ she mentioned? Sounds a little medieval.”

Bill laughed. “Yeah, kinda strange huh? She’s like a secretary, gopher, whatever you want to call it, for this woman from some European country. Some kind of distant royalty - a countess or something - I dunno exactly. I guess that’s the custom over there, calling your boss-lady your mistress. The checks are clearing so I ain’t askin’ no questions.”

Cal thought about that. It sort of made sense, but why would some countess from Europe be renovating an old house here? In its heyday, the house had been something of a showpiece here in the small town, but now it was almost becoming a bit of an eyesore. And the money it would take to bring it back to its former glory would easily build a brand new house.

They went in and as Bill began to show him the work that needed to be done, he tried to concentrate on that. But in the back of his mind he could still see the pale skin and dark glasses of the mysterious woman and even now could almost feel her presence like some kind of telepathic aphrodisiac. Why he felt these strong feelings for someone he’d only briefly met and really hadn’t seen much of he couldn’t explain, but there was no denying the effect she was having on him.

Cal made a few notes and assured Bill it would be no trouble to complete the plumbing repairs by Sunday provided he could work whenever he needed to. Bill gave him a key and told him since they were on such a tight schedule, the client would allow them to work around the clock if necessary. He agreed to come back that evening and as he drove home, his thoughts were centered on returning to the decrepit old house and the mysterious young woman who occupied his mind.

Cal set down his propane torch and used a damp rag to wipe the joint he’d just soldered in the copper pipe. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to see it was almost midnight. He’d been working since seven and had replaced all the cast pipes in the downstairs bathroom with new copper lines. The new sink was also in place and he reached up to turn on the tap to check his work. Hot and cold both worked and he could see no leaks so he turned off the taps and began to gather up his tools. A noise behind him made him turn suddenly and he looked up to see Miss Clark standing just outside the bathroom door. Until that moment, he’d seen neither her nor her ‘mistress’ all evening. He let out a breath, startled by her silent approach and gave her a relieved smile.

“Oh, Miss Clark, I didn’t know you were there.”

She was holding a glass of red wine and had exchanged the business suit for a more relaxed outfit of jeans and a blouse. He saw that his instincts had been right on the money; she was indeed a very beautiful woman and he judged her to be in her mid twenties. Her skin was pale, a stark contrast to her red lips and dark hair and eyes. It was plainly obvious she didn’t spend much time outside and if not for her almost jet black hair that cascaded in loose curls over her shoulders and her equally dark eyes he might have taken her for an albino. She smiled at him as he put his tools in his toolbox and got to his feet.

“I’m terrible sorry, Mr Mooney. I didn’t mean to startle you.” She gave him a smile that was both friendly and disarming at the same time. “And please, call me Zoe.”

He returned the smile, his eyes drawn inexplicably to hers. They almost seemed to glow with an inner light and he found it very difficult to pull his gaze from them. “Then please call me Cal, ma’am.”

She sipped her wine, her eyes never leaving his. He just stood there, unable to move or even speak for what felt like a long time. Finally, she spoke again, moving her eyes to where he’d been working. “Are you finished for the night?”

When she took her eyes from his, he managed to regain the power of speech. “Uh, yeah, I mean…there’s still a bit more to do, but I’ll be back in the morning to finish up.”

She nodded, licking her lips absently before looking back at him. “My mistress would like to meet you before you go. Would you mind?”

He hesitated, feeling a sudden wash of apprehension. What was it about her that made him so uneasy? He was never nervous around pretty women, yet something about her quiet but strong presence was turning him into an awkward adolescent. And what of her mistress? Was she some old Miss Haversham, living in her own little isolated world of past memories?

Zoe was waiting for an answer so he tried to shake it off and nodded, giving her what he hoped was a confident smile. “Of course not.”

She turned toward the stairs, glancing back over her shoulder at him. “Just leave that here,” she said, pointing to his toolbox, “and follow me.”

He set down his tools, unable to pull his eyes from her slender curves, her ass looking so perfect in the faded jeans as she climbed each step. He followed her up the creaky stairs, the staircase dimly lit by sconces that were barely better than candles, giving the old house the feel of still existing in some time long past.

They topped the stairs to the second floor where a hallway stretched out to the left and right. The lighting here was the same as on the staircase, casting dim shadows along the faded carpet runners that ran the length of the hallway. Zoe led him down to the right and stopped at a closed door, tapping softly on it before opening it. He paused, uncertainty and apprehension filling his mind at the thought of meeting the reclusive owner. But Zoe smiled and beckoned to him.

“It’s all right, Cal. We’re night people so you aren’t disturbing us. Please, come in.”

His feet moved almost on their own volition at the sound of her voice and he found himself standing at the open door before he realized he’d even moved. Zoe held out an arm, ushering him in and he stepped in without giving it a second thought.

Surprisingly, the room didn’t match the rest of the upstairs, neither in décor or lighting. This was obviously one of the rooms Bill had completed for them to live in. The walls were freshly painted a soft beige with what appeared to be the original refinished wood trim painted a creamy white. There was a large bed against one wall flanked by two antique night tables with what looked like Tiffany lamps on them. Across the room was a short sofa and a in a matching chair sat a woman who didn’t look anything like what he’d pictured.

Instead of a shriveled up old lady waiting for death, he was confronted with another strikingly beautiful woman, perhaps in her early thirties. As she looked up at him from the book she was reading, he noted her eyes held him with the same kind of transfixing stare as Zoe’s, but hers felt much stronger. He found himself completely frozen in place, unable to move or speak. He was vaguely aware of Zoe closing the door then moving up next to him.

“Mr Cal Mooney, allow me to present the Countess Von Heigle.”

Cal stood there dumbly, uncertain of how to address royalty. As if reading his thoughts, the countess stood and walked over to him. She wore a black knee length dress that clung to her shapely body, two straps over her pale shoulders holding it up and low cut enough to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. Her dark brown hair fell straight to her shoulders, with heavy bangs falling almost to her eyes.

“There is no need to be so formal, Zoe. We are in America now.” She locked her dark eyes on his and smiled. “My name is Astrid, Mr Mooney. I would be pleased if you would address me as such.” Her voice had a lilting tone, almost as hypnotic as her eyes, and he could detect a very faint German accent, with only a slight veeing of her w’s. Otherwise, her English was perfect.

“Thank you ma’am…er, Astrid. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She smiled and picked up a glass of wine from the table next to the chair. “Would you like a glass of wine, Mr Mooney? It is really a fine vintage, from my family’s own vineyard.”

Before he could reply, Zoe was beside him with a glass of the red wine, pressing it into his hand. He looked up and nodded. “Thank you. And please, call me Cal.”

Astrid smiled. “Cal. How…American sounding. I think I like it.” She took a sip from her glass and he also brought his glass to his lips. The wine was good, very sweet with earthy undertones.

She returned to her seat, crossing her long legs, and gestured toward the sofa. “Please, sit and talk for a while, Cal. Tell me about yourself.”

He sat down on the edge of the sofa, nervously fingering the glass in his hands. It was a little unusual, to say the least, for a client to invite him to have a drink with her in her bedroom. After all, he was just a sub-contractor working on her house, and she was a countess. It all added to the strange setting and he found himself both drawn to them and more than a little wary at the same time. Something just felt wrong, but he had no idea what it could possibly be that was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Zoe came over and sat next to him on the sofa, leaning back comfortably and folding her legs under her. He looked at her, then back to Astrid. “Well, there isn’t much to tell. I grew up here and my parents died when I was young so…”

He spilled out the short version of his life story and both women listened with what appeared to be interest, although he couldn’t understand why they would be. Compared to the life of a countess, his meager existence had to be boring, to say the least. When he finished, Astrid swallowed the last of her wine and Zoe automatically took her glass and Cal’s over to a makeshift bar next to the door to refill them.

“So you have no wife, no family?” Astrid asked, her eyes taking him in. Cal shook his head. “How sad. I too know what it is like to be alone.”

He laughed quietly. “I’m not exactly alone. I have friends, and some of them I consider family.”

As he said that Zoe passed him and Astrid their refilled glasses, exchanging a serious look at his words, then once again resumed their genial demeanor.

“But you have no living blood relatives,” Zoe said, her eyes flitting to Astrid for a half second.

“No, I guess I’ll always be an orphan in that sense.”

He looked down at his refilled wine and for a moment, his eyes seemed to lose focus as he stared into the dark liquid. It seemed to be darker than before, thicker, almost like…blood.

“Do you ever wish you were part of a family?”

Astrid’s words caused him to look up, snapping him from his reverie. “Uh…well…sure. All the time, I suppose.”

She kept her eyes on his for what felt like an eternity then moved her gaze to Zoe. He looked back down at his glass and now it looked like the same wine he’d had before. This was going from weird to downright freaky. His mind was screaming at him to get out of there, but he found himself unable to move.

He sensed movement and when he looked back up, Zoe was leaning in closer, her hand stretching out to lift his glass to his lips. “Drink, Cal.” He felt the glass pressing against his lips and while his mind was fully aware of what was happening, he was powerless to control his body. His eyes locked onto the dark liquid, which was once again thick, clinging to the sides of the glass. As it passed over his lips and tongue, it was no longer the sweet tasting wine, but warm and salty, coating his mouth. His mind screamed in terror - it was blood!

For some reason, his stomach didn’t revolt at the warm, thick substance, although he didn’t know why. He wanted to gag, to vomit the warm coppery tasting fluid up and out. But instead, he swallowed it all and when the glass was lowered, he just sat there staring straight ahead, his mind suddenly feeling as out of control as his body. He was aware of Astrid’s haunting eyes, now glowing with an eerie greenish light and her full red lips almost touching his.

“Tonight your dream will come true, Cal. You will become part of our family.”

He looked up at her with heavily hooded eyes. Her face was there, grinning and eyes burning as his vision began to fade. The last thing he saw was something that couldn’t be; something just too unbelievable - her incisors seemed to have grown…into fangs.

Cal awoke with a throbbing headache in a room only partially lit by a dim lamp on a table. Actually, ‘came to’ would be a more accurate term. He felt like he’d been on a week-long bender and as he forced himself to sit up on the bed, his stomach lurched and he had to lie back down to keep from vomiting.

He lay back and took deep breaths until his stomach settled down, trying to piece together what had happened. His memory was clouded, as if coming off a huge drunk but something didn’t fit. He wasn’t out drinking…he was…what? Working, that was it. Bill asked him to help on a job at…where?

Suddenly, a vision of Zoe and Astrid filled his mind, as real as if they were there in the room with him. Of course, the two clients! He’d been talking with them and drinking wine, but how much did he have? ‘Damn it, man,’ he said to himself, ‘you have to learn to control yourself around pretty women!’

He decided to try sitting up again, but this time took it slower and found he was able to control his rebellious stomach. He sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments, then stood on shaky legs and made his way over to the window. He pulled the curtains aside, but realized that the long curtains were an illusion and the window was nothing more than a small casement window high in the stone cellar wall and long since boarded over. So he was still at the house. When did he go down to the cellar?

As he turned to survey the room, his stomach turned again and he knew this time there was no stopping it. He spotted a door on the other side and made for it. To his relief, it was a bathroom and he somehow managed to make it to the toilet before he spewed an almost liquid red substance into the bowl. Fucking wine.

He felt a little better afterward and cleaned up in the sink before going back out into the room. He jumped when he saw Zoe sitting on the edge of the bed, now dressed in a sexy black dress that showed off her long legs and bared the delicate skin of her shoulders. She smiled at him and stood, taking a step toward him.

“Are you feeling better now?”

He felt his face redden and nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, uh…sorry…I don’t know what…”

She waved a hand dismissively. “It’s to be expected. Don’t give it a second thought.”

He was examining her sexy body in the short dress and only half-listening to her, but he picked up on her easy dismissal of his hang-over and thought it was a little odd for a client to be so understanding about an employee who gets so drunk he can’t even remember how he got here. Actually, he could only remember having one glass of wine - maybe two. Could they have drugged him?

She went to the door and opened it. “I know you are confused, Cal. My mistress will explain everything. Please…” She stepped aside and gestured toward the open door.

Cal sighed and reluctantly went out the door then followed Zoe down a corridor to another room. Bill hadn’t mentioned anything about fixing up rooms down here. And the room he’d woken up in, while not run down, wasn’t as nice as the one he’d met Astrid in last night. Why would they be staying down here in the damp cellar when they had the newly renovated rooms upstairs?

Zoe pushed open a door and indicated with a smile and a gesture for him to enter. He stepped in and waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloomy room that appeared to only be lit by a few candles.

“Cal.”

He saw Astrid rise from a chair and come toward him. She was dressed in a long flowing black gown that hid her feet and she almost seemed to glide across the floor. “I trust you are feeling better.”

He nodded, looking around the strange room. It was filled with heavy antique furniture covered in a red velvet type cloth. The walls were the stone foundation and were bare of any decoration. The room was large, taking up almost half of the cellar and he couldn’t quite make out everything in the dim shadows and dark corners.

Zoe appeared next to him like a ghost and pressed a goblet of dark liquid into his hand.

“Drink,” Astrid said, nodding to the cup. “It will help.”

Cal looked down at the dark liquid, almost black in the dim light. One thing he didn’t need right now was more alcohol. He started to set it down on a small table but Zoe stopped him.

He gave her a faint smile. “Really, more wine is the last thing I need right now. What happened last night anyway? I can’t remember a thing.”

Astrid smiled and moved closer. “You must trust me, Cal. You need this. You need this to live.”

He stared at the beautiful and mysterious woman. “Pardon me?”

She reached out and touched his neck. A stinging pain flared up where her fingers touched his skin and he pulled away, wincing and reaching up to his neck.

“Ow, hey! What did you do to me?” He pulled his hand away and saw faint traces of blood on his fingers. Astrid turned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. She looked up at him and even in the dim light her eyes seemed to glow and entrance his.

“You said you had no family, and that you would like to be a part of a family. Is that not so?”

He tried to think back and did vaguely recall a conversation about that. He dabbed at his wounded neck. “Well, yeah, I guess every orphan feels that way. So what?” He was trying to remain civil throughout this weird encounter, but the cut on his neck was pissing him off. What the hell was up with these two crazy bitches?

Astrid smiled and he saw Zoe move over and lean against a small table next to the door. As if to prevent him from leaving, he thought. But that was crazy. There was no way these two women could stop him if he decided to leave, and that was exactly what he was about to do.

“You should be careful what you wish for, Mr Mooney. You might just get it,” Astrid said, her eyes meeting his and seeming to freeze him in place. He found himself unable to move or speak. She took a sip from her own glass and continued.

“Our family,” she began, nodding to Zoe, “is a very ancient and proud line. And unlike most families, when we invite an outsider in, they become a true blood relative.” She looked up at him, her eyes burning into his. “And we have invited you, Mr Mooney.”

Cal felt the heavy weight that seemed to freeze him in place lift somewhat and he was once again able to move. He looked over at Zoe, who was watching him intently, her fingers twisting the thin shoulder strap of her dress while her other hand held a goblet. She smiled at him and took a sip from it, her lips glistening as she lowered her cup. He forced himself to turn away from her almost hypnotic stare and back to Astrid, whose eyes were equally haunting.

“You…invited me?” he asked, his still foggy mind trying to make some sense out of what she was telling him.

Astrid stood and came over to him again, reaching out to touch the wound on his neck. This time, he pulled back and placed his hand over the stinging cut. She pulled her hand back and shook her head. “Mr Mooney…Cal…please understand. We do not wish to harm you. On the contrary, what we are offering is a gift, a gift many people would pay a king’s ransom to have.”

He cocked his head to one side. “You want to give me something?”

Zoe stood and walked over to stand next to him. Her closeness was working like an aphrodisiac on his muddled brain, especially with the sexy dress and sultry demeanor. She moved in closer and before he realized what she was doing, her lips pressed against his neck. But she didn’t kiss him, well, not really. Instead, her mouth closed over the cut and she began to suck on it. Once again, he found he was paralyzed and could only stand there while the beautiful woman gave him what he could only describe as a hickey. Then he felt her soft tongue licking him and a moment later her lips were removed from his neck and he could move again.

He reached his hand back up to where the cut had been and turned to her, a questioning look in his eyes. She simply sipped on her drink and gave him that mysterious smile. When his fingers touched where the cut was, he found nothing. Only smooth, unbroken skin.

“What the…?” He searched his neck, but could find no cuts. Zoe moved over next to Astrid and he began to feel an inexplicable fear growing in his tortured stomach. He took a hesitant step backward, away from these freaky chicks and closer to the door.

“Mr Mooney, there is nothing to fear. As I said, we do not wish to harm you.” As she spoke, she reached down and untied a cloth belt that held her gown closed. At the same time, Zoe pushed one, then the other spaghetti strap from her pale shoulders and took a step forward. “As a matter of fact, we wish to make you feel…very comfortable.” She parted the front of her gown to reveal the pale skin of her full cleavage.

Cal’s eyes moved back and forth, from one hauntingly beautiful woman to the other. Was this what they meant by a ‘gift’? Slip him something to make him pass out and by way of apology - or perhaps design - offer to have a threesome with him? Well, ok, he knew no matter how much they pissed him off he wasn’t going to say no to that!

But what about the cut that mysteriously healed? That was no illusion. There had definitely been a cut on his neck earlier and after Zoe, well, sucked on it, it vanished like it had never been there. How could they explain that?

Zoe had by now slipped off the short black dress to reveal a lacy black teddy under it and he felt his cock leap into action at the sight of her sexy body in the erotic lingerie. Astrid had completely opened the front of her gown from neckline to floor and while her breasts were still covered, he could get a very good view of her equally sexy body, naked except for a very tiny black thong. Black appeared to be the fashion in this ‘family’.

Astrid spoke again as she moved closer, her slender hand slipping under the lapel of her gown and moving it aside enough to reveal one of her milky breasts. “Do you like what you see, Cal?”

He swallowed hard as the two women moved to either side of him and he felt his resolve quickly disappearing as their hands began to caress him. He nodded mutely, watching as Zoe spread her legs and slid one hand between them, sucking in a deep breath as her fingers rubbed her pussy over the silky lingerie. Astrid rubbed up against him, baring both breasts before shrugging off the gown and stepping out of it, now wearing only the black thong.

Her breasts were perfect, her skin smooth and without a single blemish. Her dark areolae stood out in stark contrast to her almost milky white skin and he could see the arousal of her erect nipples as her hands cupped her breasts and pushed them together. She licked her ruby lips and met his eyes.

“Will you accept our gift, Cal?”

Zoe came up behind Astrid and reached around to cup her tits, squeezing them and leaning in to kiss her shoulders. Cal watched the two half-naked women and nodded, mesmerized by their erotic performance.

“You must speak the words, Cal, or we cannot give it to you.”

He nodded again, his mouth dry. “Y...yes.”

They exchanged a look then Zoe began unbuttoning her teddy. Astrid took his hand and pressed it to her breast. He was surprised to find her skin cool to the touch.

“Yes… what? You must be very specific, Cal. Do you accept our gift?”

“Yes, yes I will accept your gift,” he said in an almost monotone. His attention was focused not on what they were saying, but on what they were doing. And like any man, he would have agreed to sell them his soul at that point for the promise to bed the two sexy women. If he’d only realized how close to the truth that was.

Zoe and Astrid exchanged a look as Cal agreed to their request. Zoe knelt before him and began to unfasten his pants while Astrid moved in closer. Her breath was warm on his face and she spoke in a husky whisper.

“We will make this night one you will remember for all eternity,” she breathed, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest. Her lips met his and her tongue pushed into his mouth forcefully, her lips sucking on his tongue hungrily.

By this point, he became aware that Zoe had his pants down around his ankles and was tugging his boxers down. His cock immediately began to increase from semi-hard to a full-on hardon as it was exposed and her hands began to caress up his thighs. Astrid continued her passionate kiss, her arms going around his neck and holding his head in place.

He let out a gasp when he felt a warm breath on his highly aroused cock, then moaned into Astrid’s mouth when Zoe’s lips pressed against the sensitive head before parting and taking nearly half of his throbbing cock into her mouth. Astrid pulled her lips from his and they both looked down at the sexy woman in her black teddy sucking contentedly on his rock-hard member. Astrid looked back up into his eyes and smiled.

“Fellatio is only one of Zoe’s many talents, Cal. Don’t you agree she is very good?”

He pulled his eyes from Zoe and met Astrid’s glowing eyes. He nodded mutely as she expertly worked her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. He’d often dated girls who seemed to have a flair for giving head, but none had the enthusiasm and voracity that Zoe was now exhibiting. He was usually able to control himself during head, not cumming unless the girl wanted him to. But with Zoe, he found himself teetering on the edge of orgasm after only a few minutes. Astrid continued to leave little kisses on his cheeks as she watched both him and Zoe.

When his breathing became halting and his eyes closed, Astrid’s kisses moved down to his neck. He felt his balls contract and he wanted to warn Zoe he was going to cum, but was unable to speak. Astrid’s kisses became little teasing nibbles as his climax neared. Zoe seemed to sense it and began to suck harder and faster, as if encouraging him to cum.

In a few seconds, he felt his cock swell in her mouth and cried out as he exploded, sending what felt like a water cannon of cum down her throat. At the same time, he felt Astrid’s teeth sink into the flesh of his neck. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost overwhelming and he heard himself screaming in his head as his vision faded and everything went black.

When he awoke, he was lying on the bed, completely naked. The room was dark, lit only by two candles on tables at both sides of the bed. He tried to sit up, but found his arms were tied to the headboard. He tugged at his feet only to find they were also bound.

“Please lie still, Cal. This is for your own good and it is only temporary.” From out of the darkness a figure emerged and he saw it was Zoe, still wearing the black teddy. She smiled down at him almost lovingly.

“What the fuck…?” Cal grunted, once again attempting to free himself. Zoe came over and sat on the bed next to him, a full wine glass in her delicate hands. He looked up at her. “Why am I tied up?”

She shook her head and allowed a long fingernail to trace along his chest and down to where his limp cock lay against his thigh. Instantly, he felt it twitch and begin to grow again. She moved her finger back up across his chest and along his neck until he felt her touch on a very tender spot. He winced and jerked his head aside.

“Ow, fuck!”

She smiled sadly, set the wine glass on the night table, then leaned in to kiss him. Feeling more than a little put off by this weird behavior, he turned his head away. Zoe paused, then quickly moved in and pressed her soft lips against the sore area on his neck, once again sucking on it as the tip of her tongue rolled and teased his torn flesh. She kept this up for almost a full minute and when she pulled away, the stinging pain was again gone and he somehow knew there would be no trace of a wound. He stared up at her as she licked her lips and smiled at him.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked her, once again straining at the ropes holding him down.

A voice came from somewhere in the gloom beyond the candle light. “I apologize for the restraints, Cal.” Astrid glided into view at the foot of the bed. “But I can assure you they are very necessary.”

He peered down at her. She’d put her robe back on, but hadn’t bothered to tie it and her beautiful body was plainly visible. Something in her eyes seemed to take all his resolve away and he flopped his head back to the pillow. “I…I don’t understand…” he mumbled.

Astrid came over and sat down on the other side of him. “I will explain it to you now that the first steps are complete.” He looked up at her, his brow knitted as he tried to make sense of what she was saying. Zoe reached up and picked up the wine glass she’d set on the night table. As Astrid began to speak again, he noted that it appeared to be not wine, but blood.

“As I told you earlier, we are a very ancient and noble family. You are now a part of that family, Cal. You are now bound to us in a way that may seem remarkable and even unbelievable.” She took the glass from Zoe and smiled down at him. “After tonight, you will begin the transformation. It will not be immediate, but it will happen. No one can stop it now.”

He stared at her, then over to Zoe. His eyes paused on the glass of thick red liquid Astrid was swirling in the goblet before going inexplicably back to hers. “T…transformation?” He felt a knot of fear in his stomach. Astrid nodded.

“Yes, my child. You asked for this gift, and we have given it to you.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes drifting back to the goblet she held. “I…I don’t understand. What gift?” He suddenly flashed back to when there’d been something besides wine in the goblet. He remembered the sickly sweet and salty taste and how it clung to his throat as he swallowed it. His tongue flicked out and he licked his lips.

She smiled at him. “Why, to make you a part of our family, of course. And all the benefits that come with it.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the goblet now. Something inside him hungered for the thick, warm substance. “Benefits?”

She leaned in closer. “Oh, yes. Immortality, for one.”

This got his attention and he peeled his eyes from the mesmerizing dark liquid, staring up at her in shock. She nodded.

“Yes, Cal, we are immortal. I am exactly five hundred and fifty-two years old.” As he continued to gawk at her, she gestured to Zoe. “Zoe is still a child. I turned her seventy-three years ago. Only in another hundred years will she begin to fully understand her powers.”

He looked over at the sexy young woman and Zoe nodded at him. “She speaks the truth, Cal. I didn’t believe it at first either, but I haven’t aged a day in those seventy-three years.”

He exchanged an astonished look between them, his mouth open in surprise. “Are you trying to tell me you two are …vampires?”

Astrid rolled her eyes and smiled. “Yes, that is what we have been labeled as. But we are not the evil creatures of books and movies.” She gestured toward Zoe. “As you can see, we can be very enticing.”

Zoe grinned and let her hand glide over his bare chest. He sighed involuntarily at her sensual touch then looked back over at Astrid. “But you drink blood?”

She nodded. “We do, but we do not always need to kill to feed.” She noticed his eyes following the goblet. “You see, even now you crave it. Do you feel it?”

As strange as it felt, he had to nod his head. He did crave it, like no hunger he’d ever felt before. If he weren’t tied to the bed, he would have already taken the goblet from her and drained it.

Astrid looked over at Zoe, who reached down and lifted Cal’s head. Astrid brought the goblet to his lips.

“Then drink, my child.” As soon as the warm liquid touched his lips, he began to gulp it down. Astrid tilted the goblet higher until he’d drank it all, then Zoe lay his head back down. His tongue licked across his lips, trying to get every drop. The glass sated his hunger somewhat, but he wanted more.

“More!” he gasped as he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He suddenly felt a rush of strength as the life-giving liquid seemed to surge through him. He pulled at the ropes, his eyes wild. “I want more!”

Astrid shook her head. “No, not now. Too much at first will make you mad. You must start off slow and allow your body time to adjust. You will be going through some great changes in the next day or so and it will not be easy on you. Until your body has adapted, you must remain here like this, for your own safety.”

Zoe touched his arm and he swung his head to her. She smiled, not at all fazed by his suddenly aggressive demeanor. “We will be here to help you through it, Cal. Do not be afraid.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her lips feeling cool on his hot skin. “Then we can all have some more fun together!” She reached down and grasped his now fully erect penis, giving it a few good strokes.

Cal felt his blood heat at her touch and his entire body tensed as her hand pumped his incredibly hard cock. He grunted and jerked his hips, urging her to continue her hand job. She did and he felt his cum rising almost immediately, as if he needed to release or explode. He’d never felt such an intense sensation of sexual pleasure, and this was only from a hand job!

Vaguely, he heard Astrid’s voice again. “Another benefit is increased sexual feelings. You will experience orgasms many times the intensity of mortals. I can see it is starting already.”

He felt a sudden rush and his back arched off the bed, crying out as he ejaculated what felt like a fire hose of cum gushing from his aching balls. It shot nearly two feet straight up before arcing down and splashing on his chest. Zoe’s hand continued to pump him and he watched as an unfathomable amount of hot jism was expelled from his cock. His entire body shuddered and shook under the force of the orgasm until he collapsed gasping onto the bed, his body going limp.

Zoe got up and returned a moment later with a towel and began to clean the cum from his chest and stomach. Amazingly, his cock remained hard and he was still horny! More than anything he wanted to fuck both of these freaky chicks until he was finally satisfied, although from the way he felt right now he wondered if that could ever happen.

Astrid lay a cool hand on his forehead. “Sleep now, Cal. We will be here to watch over you. Do not be afraid.”

He heard her speaking, but it was as if she were moving farther and farther away, her voice fading. Her words and touch seemed to have a soothing effect his over-charged body and he began to relax. His eyelids became heavy, drooping until he was unable to hold them open any longer. He fell into a deep sleep, his dreams filled with strange and often terrifying images.

For the next two days, Cal drifted in and out of consciousness. Whenever he was awake, Astrid or Zoe would be there with another goblet of the life-giving blood, which he guzzled hungrily before once again lapsing into a fitful sleep. Whenever he was lucid, he was hornier than he could ever remember being and Zoe was always happy to help him with a pressure-relieving hand job. He begged her to straddle him and let him fuck her, but she shook her head.

“Not yet, my darling. It is too soon. You must be patient. Remember, we will have an eternity to pleasure one another.”

Eventually, he found his sexual desires becoming less urgent until he was finally able to talk to them without needing to be satisfied first. Astrid told him he was adjusting very well and that his restraints could come off in a few hours.

“H…how long?” he panted, his matted hair clinging to his sweaty scalp.

Zoe looked down at him. “Just a few more hours, my love.”

He shook his head. “No, no…I mean, how long have I been here?”

Astrid spoke up. “Three days.”

As his foggy brain processed that information, his eyes suddenly flew open. “Shit!” He looked up at her. “I need to call work!”

Zoe and Astrid exchanged a look, then Astrid sat down next to him. “Cal, perhaps you don’t fully understand what has happened here.” He gave her a questioning look. “You can’t go back to your old life. People will know there is something different about you.”

“How so?”

She smiled sadly and patted his chest. “Well, for one, you won’t be able to spend any time in the sun. It won’t be too noticeable at first, you’ll just find that you sunburn very quickly. But after a few months, the sun on your skin will become unbearable and you’ll have to cover up and use strong sunscreen. Eventually even that will not be enough and you’ll have to avoid daylight altogether. That takes up to two hundred years, though. So enjoy the daylight while you still can.”

“Another problem is aging. Your friends will all grow old but you will never age another day. Again, this is not something that will become apparent immediately, but it must be considered.”

Cal listened, still trying to come to terms with all of this. Despite all he’d been through, he still found the idea that vampires existed to be a little far-fetched. Not to mention the fact that he may be one.

“So, what do I do? Move away?”

Astrid nodded. “That is the usual method. We must constantly relocate and change our identities. That is partly why I bought this house. I find it convenient to have domiciles scattered all around the world.”

Zoe brought another goblet of blood to his lips and helped him drink it. He lay back and enjoyed the warm feeling as it reached every corner of his body. This was all too much; too hard to swallow. Yet, there was no denying the way his body craved human blood and the calming effect it had on him.

“Now, sleep again and when you awake, we will remove the bindings and begin your training,” Astrid said, her cool hand once again falling across his eyes. He drifted off once again.

The first thing that broke trough the nightmarish dreams was the pounding. It had a familiar ring to it - some link to his life that in the semi-conscious state before awakening was comforting. As he slowly emerged from his deep sleep, his mind slowly recognized the sounds as those of a construction site and he slowly opened his eyes. But instead of the usual daylight his mind associated with those sounds, he found he was still in the gloomy candlelit darkness of the basement. He groaned and brought a hand to his face, then suddenly realized that he could touch his face. He pushed himself to a semi-upright position and focused his eyes on his naked body. It was true, his arms and legs were no longer tied to the four corners of the big bed.

On one corner of the bed, near his feet, lay his clothes. He groggily pushed himself to a sitting position and felt a wave of nauseating dizziness sweep through him. He paused there, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands until it passed, then slowly looked back up. He couldn’t quite make out the far corners of the room in the gloomy darkness, but he knew he was alone. He reached out for his shorts and stood up on shaky legs to pull them on. He was weak, but the nausea had passed, although his head still throbbed slightly.

Before he put any more clothes on, he felt the sudden urge to relieve himself and shuffled over to the bathroom he’d discovered earlier. He had no idea how long he’d been lying there, but the need to empty his aching bladder was becoming more urgent by the second. As he stood over the toilet, he noticed a shower stall and neatly folded towels. He glanced up at his reflection in the mirror and was alarmed at the sight. His greasy hair was plastered to his scalp where it wasn’t sticking up at odd angles and his face looked like death warmed over. He finished up and sniffed at his pits, grimacing at the strong odor of b.o.

“Whew!” he breathed, glancing again at the towel and shower. He moved the curtain aside and saw a fresh cake of soap and a bottle of shampoo on the shelf. It looked like his hostesses had prepared it for him and even if they hadn’t, fuck them. They were the ones who were keeping a virtual prisoner here in their little dungeon.

He turned on the water and made sure the temperature was right, then slipped his shorts off and stepped in. The spray hit his face like little pellets, stinging his skin, but it felt good and he quickly lathered up and rinsed off. He stood under the water for a few minutes afterward, just letting the hot water permeate his skin and relieve his tired muscles. Why did he feel so exhausted, anyway? He’d done nothing but sleep for what, three days? He was certain that’s what they’d said before his last little nap.

He turned off the water and dried off, then pulled his shorts back on. As he reached down to open the door, he instinctively knew someone was waiting for him in the bedroom. He could smell the faint aroma of a woman’s perfume, her flowery scented shampoo, and the arousing scent of her womanhood over all of it. He felt his cock begin to harden at the smell and he pulled the door open to see Zoe sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at him with very intense eyes.

“Good morning, Cal,” she said, rising from the bed. She was wearing a tight gray skirt that fell a few inches above her knees and a loose white blouse. Her long hair was swept back over one shoulder and her feet were perched in a pair of heels that made her legs look amazing long and tantalizing. In here hand she held another goblet of blood, and he was torn between his lust for her and his need for the warm strength the blood would provide. She took a step toward him, her dark eyes never leaving his and emitting a faint white glow in the semi-darkness. “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded, momentarily rendered speechless by the sight of her. He felt his cock growing even harder and pushing against the fabric of his boxers. Her eyes glanced down at the now prominent tent in his shorts and then back to his.

“I can see that you are feeling…” She paused, her tongue moistening her ruby lips, “…better.” Once again she looked down at his crotch, then slowly came over to him. Her scent was stronger now, almost overpowering, and he had to physically reign in the urge to rip off her clothes, throw her onto the bed and ravage her mercilessly. She gave him an almost knowing smile and held out the glass of blood to him. “Drink, my love.”

He grabbed the stem of the delicate glass and brought it to his lips without hesitating, downing the warm fluid in one long gulp. He lowered the empty glass and wiped the blood from his lips, his mind once again honed in on her.

“I can see that your senses have been heightened. Your desire for me is almost palpable.” She began to slowly unbutton her blouse. “This is one of the effects of your new being. Eventually, you will be able to better control your sexual urges.” He was listening to her, but his eyes were on her fingers as she undid each button to reveal more of her milky white cleavage. “Until then, Astrid and I are here for you. You may take out your desires on us as often as you need to until you are ready to move on to the next phase.” She undid the final button and her blouse fell open, revealing the lacy white bra that supported the heaving mounds of her breasts. She reached up and lifted his chin, pulling his eyes from her chest. Her eyes bore into his with a look he could only describe as ‘fuck me eyes’ and she chewed on her lower lip. “Do you want to fuck me now, Cal?”

He felt himself nodding and dropped the glass, vaguely aware of it smashing on the concrete floor as he reached out to grasp her slender white waist under her open blouse. Her skin was soft and cool to the touch and he felt his cock straining as it never had before. She gave him an impish grin and reached for the button of her skirt. As it fell to the floor around her stiletto clad ankles, she leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Then take me! Now!”

He needed no further encouragement and pushed her backward until she fell back onto the bed, her feet still on the floor and her blouse flung open. Her panties were the same white lacy variety as her bra and he grasped them and literally ripped them from her body, his eyes wild with lust. She lay there watching him, his animalistic advances seeming to further enhance the wild look in her eyes. He quickly dropped his shorts and kicked them aside, his cock bobbing over her. He’d never felt like this before; so hard, so needing to feel it inside her cunt as if it were necessary for his very survival.

He reached down and grabbed her bra between her breasts and ripped it free, throwing it aside. For a brief moment their eyes met, as if they were two wild animals in heat. Then Cal grabbed her legs and thrust them up, pushing them back so that his cock could access her hot pussy. He found her opening and thrust inside her completely in one swift motion, her warmth engulfing him and only serving to increase his lust. He cried out, his eyes meeting hers, then dropping to her exposed breasts as he pulled out and slammed back into her. She moaned and grabbed at the sheets, arching her back as he pounded in and out of her. He was moving faster now, gripping her legs and pushing them farther apart in an effort to go even deeper into her steamy depths.

She was moaning non-stop, occasionally muttering words like, “yes”, “fuck me!” and “harder!” This only encouraged him to increase his already violent fucking until he was almost lifting her small body off the bed when he slammed home. Some small part of his mind told him to stop, that he must be hurting her, but the new Cal - the one she had a part in awakening - wasn’t about to let up until he deposited his seed deep inside her.

The room grew quiet except for their muted grunts and the sound of their skin slapping together. Every once in a while, Zoe would mutter something nearly unintelligible as his cock pistoned in and out of her stretched hole.

Finally, she locked her eyes on his and gnashed her teeth at him, her eyes even wilder. Her teeth were different now; her incisors had grown into long, sharp fangs and she hissed at him.

“Fuck me you bastard! Make me cum!” she screamed at him, spittle flying from those horrendous teeth.

He increased his hammering, throwing his head back and pulling her long legs even higher so that her ass was no longer touched the bed. She began to wail, low at first, then changing into what could only be described as a shriek as her cunt tightened around his steel-like shaft and he felt her juices flowing as she came.

It took more force, but he continued to hammer away at her even tighter pussy, her eyes wild and body twisting as she came non-stop for what felt like a long time. He felt his own orgasm building and began to slam home even harder. She seemed to sense his impending release and glared up at him, her body still tensing and shuddering in orgasm.

“Come on, let me have it, you animal!” she spat, those ferocious teeth bared.

He snarled at her and felt something poking into his lips. He tasted blood. But before he could give it any more thought, he felt his balls contract and thrust deep into her. He threw his head back and let out a snarl that turned into a loud howl, almost wolf-like as he felt his cum surging from his cock into her clenching pussy. She screamed again and he felt her legs squeezing his neck as load after load of his seed was pumped into her.

They remained like that until he finally stopped cumming and gradually released his tight grip on her legs. She lowered them back to the floor but they remained joined, each panting as the fire inside them slowly eased. He met her eyes and she smiled at him, her teeth still looking like something from a vampire movie.

“Y…your teeth,” he panted.

Her grin widened. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

He caught onto her insinuation and reached a hand up to his mouth. He felt a sudden rise of panicked fear as his fingers traced around his own teeth, his four incisors now about an inch long and very sharp. He looked down at her, the fear very evident in his eyes. She smiled at him and shifted on his still rock-hard cock buried in her dripping pussy.

“Don’t worry, Cal. They will recede again. They only appear when you are very excited, such as having very violent sex or when feeding.” Her smile turned a little sad. “The unfortunate side to immortality is that your life will now be filled with violence.” Then she perked up a little when she saw the shocked expression on his face. “But it does have its advantages, too.” She picked up a corner of her blouse and wiped her sweaty face. “You are a very forceful lover, Cal. And that is something I very much enjoy.”

He thought about what she’d said and looked down at his still hard cock in her pussy. White cum oozed around it and dripped down to the bed. As he stared at the results of their vicious love-making, he ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the alien fangs. As he touched the tip of his tongue to one of them, it changed, becoming more blunt and seemed to recede into his jaw until it had resumed its previous size and shape. He stared open-mouthed down at Zoe, who smiled up at him, her own teeth once again back to normal.

“I know, it freaked me out the first time it happened, too,” she said, reaching up for him with both arms. He crawled onto the bed and settled between her legs, his hard cock still deep inside her. “All I can tell you is that it will get easier.” She kissed him, softly and tenderly and he returned her kiss with the same loving affection. She pulled her lips from his and adjusted her hips under him.

“Now,” she breathed, gently rolling her pelvis under hip. “…that you’ve fucked me, I want you to make love to me.” She kissed him again, her arms encircling his neck as she pushed upwards against his groin. Cal moaned into her mouth and began to move inside her, slowly this time. She gasped as he pulled back and re-entered, her pussy slick with their combined juices. Their bodies moved in a gentle rhythm, the thick slurping sounds of their coupling the only sound in the room.

After a few minutes, Zoe brought her legs up and wrapped them around his back, the heels of her shoes scraping against his skin. She began to move a little faster and he followed suit. While before had been crude, rough, and forceful, this was tender and loving. Their bodies moved together as one and their panting breath became faster as they both moved toward mutual orgasms. When Cal finally felt himself about to release, his senses were fully alert to Zoe’s responses. He could feel every beat of her heart; the heat of her blood, and could even feel her climax approaching as if her body was somehow transmitting the sensations to his.

When he could hold out no longer, he buried his cock deep inside her and they both cried out together as their bodies were gripped by powerful orgasms. The world around him seemed to fade until only the two of them remained - locked together for eternity in a sensual embrace like none he’d ever experienced before. As they lay there, their blood cooling as their sexual needs were temporarily sated, he considered the possibility of an eternity of making love to these two beautiful women and smiled to himself. Could it really be this easy? Something told him there was a very dark side to this evolution; something even darker than they’d let on.

But whatever life had in store for him now was out of his hands. The change had begun and there was no way to stop it. All he knew for certain was the strong pull of the lust…the lust for sex….and blood

I never had a girlfriend before, I was too shy even to speak up to a girl, many women teased me because of this, easily getting things from me, only by smiling or putting their hand on me for a second. Only this would make me happy, like finally a girl interested in me enough, but back to reality, I was just being used but I kept on saying to myself that this girl isn’t like the others, they all seem so nice at first…a shame I was wrong all this time. As for my friends, I knew they weren’t really my friends but since I was so good in electronics and I got sick gadgets from my parents, they would hang out with me but I was always left behind when women showed up, probably because I would make them look so bad. This, everyone, goes on for a few years, and I did get sued to it, especially at school, where I would be the computer room during lunch, fixing up computers or helping other with their project on computer. I was gifted for electronics and I thought that was the only gift I ever that, man was I wrong.

 

It all changed at an exhibition at a museum with the classroom with the sex educator, being in grade 10, it is said that it’s around that time for teenager to be having sex a lot, and well that wasn’t my case. Already on the way there, my friend started teasing me a bit about me never getting laid and I could find something there that would actually help in my case, I just smile, pretending I didn’t need that kind of stuff, and as usual I’m thinking the opposite. The teasing becomes almost unbearable when it’s the entire classroom that looks at me, some pointing also at the statue, commenting on how men in statue get it on a lot more often. At this moment, I felt like killing myself, hating for myself for being such loser.

 

Finally, we all get a break, and I start looking around the monuments, wondering what was their secrets, to me, it seems I knew there was something being all this, and for some reason I felt like something was calling me. I come across an artifact, really old, and that we were allowed to touch, some men are standing besides it, security I presume and I read the description: ONCE BELONG TO A GREAT MAN, IT SAID THAT HE GAVE TOTAL POWER OVER EVERYTHING. I found it kind of funny that something like a small ball with a red jewel would grant some guy anything he desires. When I touch it, I feel like something like a hand touch mine and I put down the artifact down really fast and look around me. Man is it embarrassing with everyone looking at me freaking out for no reason at all, and I just walk away really fast, in a corner and look at my still trembling, and now I’m hearing voice and when I look at the painting, the woman holding vase comes to life, she smiles back at me and ask me my name, I tell her my name and she says she is pleased to make my acquaintance. I ask her what she is, she giggles and answers that she’s a spirit and she was imprisoned in that orb for a while now by a cruel man who used her powers for his own goals. I smile thinking that history was change again and ask her what is she going to do now, she thinks for a few seconds and comes out of the painting, walks through people without any problem, like she is a ghost and in front of me, she puts her hand on my chest and moves her head closer, only to whisper to my ear that I’m much more special then I think and kisses me on lips surprised, I close my eyes and when I open my eyes, she had disappeared.

 

I wonder what she meant by special, maybe being a loser, and I get mad that even spirits make fun of me. When I pass by a woman, a pack of images appears in front of me, and it keeps going on until the guys find me, and I try to keep it cool, wondering if what is going is real. I could feel women’s emotions, hear their thoughts, and see what they were thinking. For me it was too much to be real and it starts again when a few girls come by also to meet up with us. As usual, one of these bitches had to say something funny about them, but this time, as she speaks, it seems like things looked clearer as I do a come back, saying that her thong shows up really nicely when bends over to pick up her book a bit before. Man did she turn red, so red, she couldn’t say anything back at me. I cross my arms as a sign of satisfied victory, people are looking at me, not believing I just this, and one of my friends asks me if I’m alright, I simply nod and start walking away, saying that I’m going to check on something, and sensing something coming out from another girl, I whisper to her ear to come to see me if she’s looking for a fuck friend, she freezes, probably wondering how I knew about this.

 

I walk and start listening on the hot girls’ thoughts, getting things more interesting, realizing that girls aren’t at all what they pretend to me. I felt like everything is going to get better for me from now on and stops in my tracks when I come across an interesting case, a older woman, where a black skirt going below her knees, a beige shirt with the top opened that let show her tits a bit, wears glasses, brown hair in a ponytail and walks with high heels. She can’t stop complaining that men don’t seem to check her out and she would go crazy if she didn’t get laid any time soon, it’s been a few months since she didn’t get anything, not since her divorce with her ex-husband, and she is starting to think about going back to him, not wanting to be left alone. Right now, she’s besides a painting of man, bowing down his hat to a woman, and I decide to try her out, feeling confident I will get something out of her. I act like I’m interested in the painting and start asking her questions about it, she seems to know her stuff, and its time now to get going.

 

I ask her what she thought about men being so rough towards women these days, unlike in this painting, she is surprised by my comment and she is thinking that I must be player trying to show off. I look at her and smile, she answers that it could be true, and I stop her with asking her if her boyfriend does it to her. She blushes and says she is single. I say then that I’m sorry for the guy for leaving her like this; a beauty like her will soon find a man. Her thoughts start to change, as she thinks I’m now a nice guy and it’s really a shame that I’m too young for her. I read her mind a bit more and continue my discussion with her telling many girls at my school don’t even realize how lucky they are to have so many men looking after them, just like in this painting. I look back at her and she’s looking away from me, and she’s thinking about the times she had with her ex, whishing another man would taker her in his arms. I ask her if she’s alright, she looks at me, blushing a lot, and I let her know that her cheeks are all red. She’s looking away from me, embarrassed and wondering why she is feeling that way, especially for a young boy like me, I could feel her interest in me grow by the seconds that passes by. I walk to her and move head closer to her and she turns her head, her face is really close to mind and asks me what I’m doing, I reply that I just wanted to know if she was alright, I feel hesitation in her mind. I then ask her if she wanted to meet for coffee, she couldn’t believe I would ask her out, she looks down, not knowing what to do. I take her hand and kiss it gently, I can feel she is lost in her thought, not able to do decide on what to do, I let go a little laugh and make the remark that I just did the same thing as in the painting. She giggles a bit and starts to feel more relaxed as she accepts to meet me again, writes down her number and her hours of work, letting me know she’s available as soon as she is done with her shift here. What follows is a kiss on the lips, something that surprises her and doesn’t fight it, in her mind, it felt like heavens, been so long since a guy would kiss her like I do. I let go of her, to think of it, it’s my first kiss too, I tell her it’s my first kiss I had with a woman as beautiful as her. She tells me she can’t wait for my call and I walk away from her, waving back at her at one point, walking around, thinking about what happened with the a little grin on my face, and join in the with class, which is about to leave the building. The same girl I talked back before, looks at me when I’m not looking, and turns her head the other way when I look at her, I know she likes to play these cat and mouse games, so I decide to keep an eye on her for the time being. In the bus, people are talking about what happened with the girl, and she gets teased a bit for behind talked back by a loser, I lay back on my seat and enjoying going in girls’ mind to find some dirty secrets they hide deep inside their minds.

 

Back at school, there is still another hour before students can leave the school, which is not a problem, only because I have something to do, I take my school bag and get going This has to do with two female students, who leave the big crowd, in direction of the empty classrooms upstairs, where they are supposed to meet with teachers. See, they both have a dirty secret: they aren’t geniuses, like it would show in grades, but rather desperate girls that are ready to do about anything to get perfect grades, simply because of their parents putting so much pressure on them. I keep a relative long distance between me and them and am discrete so they don’t see me following them. They stop in front of the classroom and the door opens, I hear 4 men’s voices coming form the room, and with luck, I take out my camera from my bag that I had with me, put my bag down, and get really close to the door. I read the girls’ minds and when I realized they are getting fucked by the teachers, I verify that my flash is off and peek in the room, making sure I have good shots and start taking pictures. One is enjoying this, feeling like she is in heaven, but not her friend, on the contrary, she’s asking god to forgive her for what she does for doing this, but she doesn’t seem to find another solution in getting good grades and she knows she can’t escape this situation she put herself into. From what I could get out of them, it’s been going on for 2 years now, from one teacher to now four of them. When I see I got enough, even thought they are still at it, I check the pictures I got and smile, they were perfect and I would be sure to blackmail them tonight. I put my camera back in my bag and walk away quietly with a huge smile on my face.

 

I go straight to my next target, a woman that has always looked at me down with contempt, the school president. Yes, I felt like with this power of mind that I just discovered, it was time for me to get in gear and show these bitches it never pays to piss me off for so long. I know that she is the office right now, working with other students, and actually I’m supposed to bring her 2 laptops fixed. I take them out of my locker and walk with them to the office, I knock at the door, and a man opens up the door and says I can come in. Inside, he closes the behind me and I go install the laptops back and reinstall all the software they need to work with, only a better for me to keep an eye on her the chief and wait for her to start using her vibrator. Coincidently, I finish up when she takes out her toy discreetly from her bag and slides it under her short skirt, now I know why she only wears these. I walk to her desk and tell her I’m done with the laptop, she looks away from me, not wanting to show she’s blushing right now, and when I ask her what is that smell, she freeze, her vibrator making her wet already and asks me what I’m talking about and when I move around her desk, getting closer to her, she gets even more scared that I may find out her secret and asks me to move back. When I read her thoughts, she wouldn’t be to hold back after a while, so I just stand there and ask her if there is anything else she needs help with, she simply shakes her head, unable to speak up anymore and lets out a moan. She knows I heard it and keep on looking down on her desk, I whisper to her that I know that she’s has a vibrator on and it would fun to let others know about her secret. She begs me not to and is ready to do whatever it takes so I won’t tell anyone; I nod and say that I will contact her later when I will need a favor from her. As we are speaking, she doesn’t see me pull out my camera and taking pictures under her desk, proof her affair, she only realizes what I’ve done when I show her the pictures I’ve taken, showing the toy inside her cunt. She starts to freak out because people may want to see them by the way I showing off the camera around. I put the camera back in my pocket and walk away, with a smile on my face; she was asking herself too how I found out that she was doing this.

 

As I’m walking down to hallway, I’m thinking about all the chaos I can cause here and all the women I could have to myself. Thinking about how my friends would be begging me in the future to help them to get any woman just made me feel like a real man. Time is finally up when I plan my next move, this time it wouldn’t be with a girl from my school, but I wanted to play more with that woman from the museum and as I dial her number, my friend surprises me from behind, I got time to hide the paper and close my cell. I act cool and ask him what did he want from and he says that he needs me to do something for him back home, he wanted to get access to some other girl’s cam without her noticing and he knows he can count on me to help him out. I shake my head and tell him I don’t feel like it, he smiles promising he will present me to this hot chick, Briana that had a crush on for so long now. I shake my head saying I’m over her and I had other plans for tonight, which would be working early on the project. He laughs a bit at me, saying I should try to be less serious and have more fun, like he does. I walk away, smiling back at him, thinking I’m going to get the last laugh.

 

 open my phone and dial the woman’s number, she picks up at third tone and jokes saying that she was wondering if I was going to call her, I ask her if she wants to go out tonight, she answers yes the next second and asks me where are going to go, the movies I say. We plan the time and decide she would pick me up at home since she has the car. I hang up because I know I’m going to busy before this….time for vengeance had started and leave school, going straight for home.

 

I never had a girlfriend before, I was too shy even to speak up to a girl, many women teased me because of this, easily getting things from me, only by smiling or putting their hand on me for a second. Only this would make me happy, like finally a girl interested in me enough, but back to reality, I was just being used but I kept on saying to myself that this girl isn’t like the others, they all seem so nice at first…a shame I was wrong all this time. As for my friends, I knew they weren’t really my friends but since I was so good in electronics and I got sick gadgets from my parents, they would hang out with me but I was always left behind when women showed up, probably because I would make them look so bad. This, everyone, goes on for a few years, and I did get sued to it, especially at school, where I would be the computer room during lunch, fixing up computers or helping other with their project on computer. I was gifted for electronics and I thought that was the only gift I ever that, man was I wrong.

 

It all changed at an exhibition at a museum with the classroom with the sex educator, being in grade 10, it is said that it’s around that time for teenager to be having sex a lot, and well that wasn’t my case. Already on the way there, my friend started teasing me a bit about me never getting laid and I could find something there that would actually help in my case, I just smile, pretending I didn’t need that kind of stuff, and as usual I’m thinking the opposite. The teasing becomes almost unbearable when it’s the entire classroom that looks at me, some pointing also at the statue, commenting on how men in statue get it on a lot more often. At this moment, I felt like killing myself, hating for myself for being such loser.

 

Finally, we all get a break, and I start looking around the monuments, wondering what was their secrets, to me, it seems I knew there was something being all this, and for some reason I felt like something was calling me. I come across an artifact, really old, and that we were allowed to touch, some men are standing besides it, security I presume and I read the description: ONCE BELONG TO A GREAT MAN, IT SAID THAT HE GAVE TOTAL POWER OVER EVERYTHING. I found it kind of funny that something like a small ball with a red jewel would grant some guy anything he desires. When I touch it, I feel like something like a hand touch mine and I put down the artifact down really fast and look around me. Man is it embarrassing with everyone looking at me freaking out for no reason at all, and I just walk away really fast, in a corner and look at my still trembling, and now I’m hearing voice and when I look at the painting, the woman holding vase comes to life, she smiles back at me and ask me my name, I tell her my name and she says she is pleased to make my acquaintance. I ask her what she is, she giggles and answers that she’s a spirit and she was imprisoned in that orb for a while now by a cruel man who used her powers for his own goals. I smile thinking that history was change again and ask her what is she going to do now, she thinks for a few seconds and comes out of the painting, walks through people without any problem, like she is a ghost and in front of me, she puts her hand on my chest and moves her head closer, only to whisper to my ear that I’m much more special then I think and kisses me on lips surprised, I close my eyes and when I open my eyes, she had disappeared.

 

I wonder what she meant by special, maybe being a loser, and I get mad that even spirits make fun of me. When I pass by a woman, a pack of images appears in front of me, and it keeps going on until the guys find me, and I try to keep it cool, wondering if what is going is real. I could feel women’s emotions, hear their thoughts, and see what they were thinking. For me it was too much to be real and it starts again when a few girls come by also to meet up with us. As usual, one of these bitches had to say something funny about them, but this time, as she speaks, it seems like things looked clearer as I do a come back, saying that her thong shows up really nicely when bends over to pick up her book a bit before. Man did she turn red, so red, she couldn’t say anything back at me. I cross my arms as a sign of satisfied victory, people are looking at me, not believing I just this, and one of my friends asks me if I’m alright, I simply nod and start walking away, saying that I’m going to check on something, and sensing something coming out from another girl, I whisper to her ear to come to see me if she’s looking for a fuck friend, she freezes, probably wondering how I knew about this.

 

I walk and start listening on the hot girls’ thoughts, getting things more interesting, realizing that girls aren’t at all what they pretend to me. I felt like everything is going to get better for me from now on and stops in my tracks when I come across an interesting case, a older woman, where a black skirt going below her knees, a beige shirt with the top opened that let show her tits a bit, wears glasses, brown hair in a ponytail and walks with high heels. She can’t stop complaining that men don’t seem to check her out and she would go crazy if she didn’t get laid any time soon, it’s been a few months since she didn’t get anything, not since her divorce with her ex-husband, and she is starting to think about going back to him, not wanting to be left alone. Right now, she’s besides a painting of man, bowing down his hat to a woman, and I decide to try her out, feeling confident I will get something out of her. I act like I’m interested in the painting and start asking her questions about it, she seems to know her stuff, and its time now to get going.

 

I ask her what she thought about men being so rough towards women these days, unlike in this painting, she is surprised by my comment and she is thinking that I must be player trying to show off. I look at her and smile, she answers that it could be true, and I stop her with asking her if her boyfriend does it to her. She blushes and says she is single. I say then that I’m sorry for the guy for leaving her like this; a beauty like her will soon find a man. Her thoughts start to change, as she thinks I’m now a nice guy and it’s really a shame that I’m too young for her. I read her mind a bit more and continue my discussion with her telling many girls at my school don’t even realize how lucky they are to have so many men looking after them, just like in this painting. I look back at her and she’s looking away from me, and she’s thinking about the times she had with her ex, whishing another man would taker her in his arms. I ask her if she’s alright, she looks at me, blushing a lot, and I let her know that her cheeks are all red. She’s looking away from me, embarrassed and wondering why she is feeling that way, especially for a young boy like me, I could feel her interest in me grow by the seconds that passes by. I walk to her and move head closer to her and she turns her head, her face is really close to mind and asks me what I’m doing, I reply that I just wanted to know if she was alright, I feel hesitation in her mind. I then ask her if she wanted to meet for coffee, she couldn’t believe I would ask her out, she looks down, not knowing what to do. I take her hand and kiss it gently, I can feel she is lost in her thought, not able to do decide on what to do, I let go a little laugh and make the remark that I just did the same thing as in the painting. She giggles a bit and starts to feel more relaxed as she accepts to meet me again, writes down her number and her hours of work, letting me know she’s available as soon as she is done with her shift here. What follows is a kiss on the lips, something that surprises her and doesn’t fight it, in her mind, it felt like heavens, been so long since a guy would kiss her like I do. I let go of her, to think of it, it’s my first kiss too, I tell her it’s my first kiss I had with a woman as beautiful as her. She tells me she can’t wait for my call and I walk away from her, waving back at her at one point, walking around, thinking about what happened with the a little grin on my face, and join in the with class, which is about to leave the building. The same girl I talked back before, looks at me when I’m not looking, and turns her head the other way when I look at her, I know she likes to play these cat and mouse games, so I decide to keep an eye on her for the time being. In the bus, people are talking about what happened with the girl, and she gets teased a bit for behind talked back by a loser, I lay back on my seat and enjoying going in girls’ mind to find some dirty secrets they hide deep inside their minds.

 

Back at school, there is still another hour before students can leave the school, which is not a problem, only because I have something to do, I take my school bag and get going This has to do with two female students, who leave the big crowd, in direction of the empty classrooms upstairs, where they are supposed to meet with teachers. See, they both have a dirty secret: they aren’t geniuses, like it would show in grades, but rather desperate girls that are ready to do about anything to get perfect grades, simply because of their parents putting so much pressure on them. I keep a relative long distance between me and them and am discrete so they don’t see me following them. They stop in front of the classroom and the door opens, I hear 4 men’s voices coming form the room, and with luck, I take out my camera from my bag that I had with me, put my bag down, and get really close to the door. I read the girls’ minds and when I realized they are getting fucked by the teachers, I verify that my flash is off and peek in the room, making sure I have good shots and start taking pictures. One is enjoying this, feeling like she is in heaven, but not her friend, on the contrary, she’s asking god to forgive her for what she does for doing this, but she doesn’t seem to find another solution in getting good grades and she knows she can’t escape this situation she put herself into. From what I could get out of them, it’s been going on for 2 years now, from one teacher to now four of them. When I see I got enough, even thought they are still at it, I check the pictures I got and smile, they were perfect and I would be sure to blackmail them tonight. I put my camera back in my bag and walk away quietly with a huge smile on my face.

 

I go straight to my next target, a woman that has always looked at me down with contempt, the school president. Yes, I felt like with this power of mind that I just discovered, it was time for me to get in gear and show these bitches it never pays to piss me off for so long. I know that she is the office right now, working with other students, and actually I’m supposed to bring her 2 laptops fixed. I take them out of my locker and walk with them to the office, I knock at the door, and a man opens up the door and says I can come in. Inside, he closes the behind me and I go install the laptops back and reinstall all the software they need to work with, only a better for me to keep an eye on her the chief and wait for her to start using her vibrator. Coincidently, I finish up when she takes out her toy discreetly from her bag and slides it under her short skirt, now I know why she only wears these. I walk to her desk and tell her I’m done with the laptop, she looks away from me, not wanting to show she’s blushing right now, and when I ask her what is that smell, she freeze, her vibrator making her wet already and asks me what I’m talking about and when I move around her desk, getting closer to her, she gets even more scared that I may find out her secret and asks me to move back. When I read her thoughts, she wouldn’t be to hold back after a while, so I just stand there and ask her if there is anything else she needs help with, she simply shakes her head, unable to speak up anymore and lets out a moan. She knows I heard it and keep on looking down on her desk, I whisper to her that I know that she’s has a vibrator on and it would fun to let others know about her secret. She begs me not to and is ready to do whatever it takes so I won’t tell anyone; I nod and say that I will contact her later when I will need a favor from her. As we are speaking, she doesn’t see me pull out my camera and taking pictures under her desk, proof her affair, she only realizes what I’ve done when I show her the pictures I’ve taken, showing the toy inside her cunt. She starts to freak out because people may want to see them by the way I showing off the camera around. I put the camera back in my pocket and walk away, with a smile on my face; she was asking herself too how I found out that she was doing this.

 

As I’m walking down to hallway, I’m thinking about all the chaos I can cause here and all the women I could have to myself. Thinking about how my friends would be begging me in the future to help them to get any woman just made me feel like a real man. Time is finally up when I plan my next move, this time it wouldn’t be with a girl from my school, but I wanted to play more with that woman from the museum and as I dial her number, my friend surprises me from behind, I got time to hide the paper and close my cell. I act cool and ask him what did he want from and he says that he needs me to do something for him back home, he wanted to get access to some other girl’s cam without her noticing and he knows he can count on me to help him out. I shake my head and tell him I don’t feel like it, he smiles promising he will present me to this hot chick, Briana that had a crush on for so long now. I shake my head saying I’m over her and I had other plans for tonight, which would be working early on the project. He laughs a bit at me, saying I should try to be less serious and have more fun, like he does. I walk away, smiling back at him, thinking I’m going to get the last laugh.

 

 open my phone and dial the woman’s number, she picks up at third tone and jokes saying that she was wondering if I was going to call her, I ask her if she wants to go out tonight, she answers yes the next second and asks me where are going to go, the movies I say. We plan the time and decide she would pick me up at home since she has the car. I hang up because I know I’m going to busy before this….time for vengeance had started and leave school, going straight for home.

"Stupid tree-huggers, when will they ever learn?" the Logger says, and laughs as they move over to cut down the tree.

That bastard, he'll never respect nature like he should, I think, and suddenly hear a voice from behind me.

"Cassandra, if you want to stop them, follow the sound of my voice," it says in a strange, femminine way. I look around, not seeing anyone else, I head deeper into the forest.

I follow the strange voice deeper and deeper into the forest. Finally I reach a cave, when I enter, I see a large pool of water at one end with a beautiful waterfall.

Seated on a rock below the waterfall was a beautiful woman, she had long brown hair that cascaded over her body, but that barely covered her nudity, she had breasts that had to be at least 36D, huge compared to my meager B-cup, and a neatly trimmed pussy with only a short strip of pubic hair.

"Isn't it kind of dangerous to hang around here naked?" I ask, not seeing any clothing around.

"True, but I find clothing too, unnatural," the woman says.

"Was it you that was calling to me?" I ask, recognizing the voice.

"Yes, I am Gaea, the Goddess of Nature," the woman says, and I gasp.

A Goddess? What's she doing here? I think. "How do I know your what you say?"

The woman sighs, and makes a motion, from the woods emerges a silver wolf, who kneels before her.

"This is a special wolf, his name is Felix, he's my trusted companion and pet," Gaea says. "I have seen how much you want for revenge for how humans have destroyed nature, and I am going to give you a chance."

"How?" I ask.

"I am ready to start over, but to do that, I must give those humans who deserve it, the ability to spread the seed of the beast," Gaea says. "Once infected, any human becomes an animal. And then the world can start anew. Are you willing to do this, Cassandra? You certainly seem worthy enough."

"I'll do anything," I say, and Gaea nods.

"Felix will help you," she says, and vanishes.

Felix looks at me, I shudder, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Are you really willing to do this?" He asks in a voice that is more like a growl.

"Yes, I'll do anything," I say.

"Then remove your human clothing, you no longer have a need for them," he says, and I nod, stripping off my clothing, revealing my small breasts and shaven pussy. "Now, get on your hands and knees, girl!"

He's gonna fuck me doggie-style, I think, and then remember that of course he's a wolf, so that comes natural for him. I do as he says, as I bend over, he positions himself behind me, pressing his huge cock right at my pussy.

"Last chance, human," Felix growls.

"Do it," I say to him. I let out a scream as he rams into my pussy with his cock, but it soon turns into a moan of pleasure as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me, his claws piercing my skin as I feel him thrust even harder into me.

I hadn't ever really been turned on by the thought of being fucked by a man, it seemed weird, but this seemed more, natural, more enjoyable, despite the fact that it was a little painfull as his huge wolf cock penetrates my tight pussy.

The more he thrusts into me, the more I feel a burning. It starts in my pussy, and then spreads to every inch of my body. When he finally cums deep into my pussy, I actually howl instead of scream.

He pulls out, and dissapears into the forest, leaving me retching.

I look down at my hands in shock, my fingers where shrinking into little stubs as I fall to my hands and feet as my bones rearrange into the skeleton of a wolf. Fur grow from every pore of my body except my pussy, and my tailbone elongates to form a tail. My nose and mouth fuse together to form a snout, and my teeth elongate, forming fangs. My ears move up my head and become more pointed, I hold my head back and let out a howl.

Gone is the human, all that remains is the beast, and she will reign in this forest forevermore.

A few days later, back in the logging camp, Sean is sitting at a campfire with some of the workers.

"Hey, we haven't seen that Cassandra bitch in days, I wonder where she went off to," one of the workers says.

"Not to mention half of the other workers," another says.

"Ahh, who cares, she's not around to bug us about the trees, and there's a few less men to pay," Sean says, and stands up, heading towards the forest. "I gotta go take a piss, be back in a few."

I've been hiding in the forest for the past few days, sneaking into the camp only to take some of the loggers and make them into wolves, the chief servants of Gaea.

Now I see Sean standing by a tree, unzipping his pants, and relieving himself, I wait for a second to let him finish, and then pounce, knocking the company man to the ground. I tear off his clothing with my long sharp claws, and grin in my wolvish way.

"Still want me, bastard?" I say, and his eyes widen.

"Cassandra?" He gasps, and I impale myself on his now hard cock.

I thrust onto him harder and harder, hearing him grunt and groan I laugh.

"Its payback, you bastard, payback from nature, soon you shall serve Mother Gaea!" I say, and feel him cum deep inside me while I let out a howl, soon he joins me, and a new wolf howls at night.

-TO BE CONTINUED-