“First question,” Samantha continued. “What do you actually want me to do to you? Or, more specifically, do you just want to be enthralled and fucked, or do you want to be my prom meal as well?”

“I- oh, gosh. I think I do want to be fed on?” Kylie felt herself becoming more aroused, losing more and more control of the situation, as she spoke, and it was hot as hell.

“I’m glad to hear that. However-” Samantha’s playful, flirtatious demeanor dropped for a second, and she looked at Kylie completely seriously. “-If at any point you change your mind, you will tell me, okay? This is the one thing I am not risking. Understood?”

Kylie nodded. “Yes. Completely.”

“Good. Next question - my place or yours? Or I could pay for a hotel, if you’d prefer.”

Kylie considered her options. “Well… my parents are away for the week, so I think I’d prefer mine. Makes things easier in the morning.”

“Very well. Last point - how are you getting home? I’ll join you if it won’t be an imposition, but I’m perfectly happy to fly behind you if needs be.”

“I’m driving myself. I’ll be dropping my friends off, and we’ll have a full car, so you can join me after I’ve seen them all safely home. If that is acceptable to you.”

“Certainly. You do that, and then find a place to pull off and you can drive me over.” Samantha took a step back and once again gave a performative sniff. “I must say… you smell incredible.” She winked at the now furiously blushing Kylie before leaving the building, blending into the night.

***

High above the road, transformed into a bat, Samantha kept a close eye on the vehicle her prey for tonight was in. She had to admit, she was genuinely surprised at how quickly the former queen bitch had turned around, but she sure wasn’t complaining. Maybe this could lead to something more… but one step at a time.

She spotted the car making its final stop, one last passenger spilling out and walking up her driveway. Kylie, she noted with approval, was waiting to see her safely home before pulling out. From what she’d known of her classmate before tonight, she was a genuinely good friend if you could get her to care about you - it’s just that that step had traditionally been difficult. Perhaps that would change going forward?

The car moved forward a short ways, coming to a stop near a public park. Samantha swooped down, returning to her humanoid form next to the passenger window. Kylie gave her a nervous smile before unlocking the doors. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be quite enough, and so Samantha gestured for her to wind down the window.

“I unlocked it; you can-” Before Kylie could finish, Samantha’s eyes began to glow red again. The brunette stopped dead in her tracks, jaw instead loosening as her eyes glazed over.

“Invite me in,” Samantha commanded. Her voice was low and unthreatening, but carried unmistakable power, even if her audience’s mind wasn’t fully ensnared by her.

“Please come in, Mistress,” Kylie replied dully. Samantha felt the bonds on her loosen, and she could now indeed open the car door, slipping in and doing up her seatbelt.

“That’s better, darling. Now take me to your home. You will not be distracted from driving by anything that happens.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Without even a second glance spared towards her passenger, Kylie peeled away, heading for some of the fancier suburbs.

With her thrall’s focus completely unbreakable, Samantha was able to indulge herself in a preview of the rest of the night’s delights. Kylie did not react to her Mistress trailing her hand scandalously high up her thigh. Nor did she register that hand coming onto her chest, giving it a considerable amount of attention. Nor did she even blink when her Mistress pricked her shoulder with a suddenly manifested claw, licking the blood off and groaning in delight at the taste. Her mind was completely woven in Samantha’s web. Her body, however, was a different story, and by the time they pulled into the driveway, the scent of arousal was obvious to the vampire, permeating the car’s atmosphere. Kylie parked the car in the garage and waited silently for further instructions, staring blankly ahead with her hands folded in her lap.

“Lead me to your room,” Samantha commanded.

“At once, Mistress,” came the reply. Leaving the car, Kylie ushered Samantha into the house proper, up a flight of stairs, and into her bedroom, returning to motionlessness at the centre.

“Now, what should I do with you? I suppose you’ll have some ideas… You know what, I’ll be nice and give you some input here… after I’ve had some fun. Let me see those tits that you’ve been flaunting all evening.”

Kylie ducked her head to pull the one strap off her neck and shoulders, letting the upper half of her dress fall down to expose her chest. Her breasts looked just as perfect as the vampire had imagined, full and firm, without even any pasties to get in the way of her admiration. Slowly, she moved behind her blank thrall, bringing her hands up to caress and fondle her chest as she did so. Her mouth moved to her neck, not to feed just yet, but rather to kiss and lick and suck, relishing in the scent of the human’s flesh and blood, mingling with those of her perfume and arousal. Kylie moaned vaguely at the attention, not out of any conscious decision but rather almost on instinct, her body knowing this was how it should show its appreciation. Soon, Samantha wanted more from her, however, and decided to bring her mind back into the picture.

“And wake up for me, darling, still calling me “Mistress”.”

Kylie jumped in surprise as she took in her circumstances, having no memory of the drive over. She instinctively moved to cover herself before remembering who she was with, and instead frowned in confusion. “Why are we in my room? There’s double beds in some of the spare rooms, if you’d prefer, Mistress.”

“That would be preferable, but I’m afraid it’s untenable. Because this is your parents’ house, you don’t have the right to invite me into any room whatsoever, only the public rooms and your private one. Which will have the bonus of being easier for you to clean up…” Her voice dropped to a more seductive timbre, causing her thrall to shudder in anticipation. Kylie clearly had to take a moment to collect her thoughts, another question clearly springing to her mind as she did so.

“Hold up, Mistress. How old are you? ‘Cause if you’re, I dunno, 200 or something…”

Samantha shook her head rapidly. “No, no, not at all! Cross my heart, I’m only 18. Born a dhampir, embraced the vampire side of my heritage a few years back. Sorry, I should have clarified that earlier.”

Kylie visibly relaxed. “No, you’re all good. It’s just that you come across as so much more experienced and mature, I panicked for a second there. I’m fine to continue, Mistress.”

Samantha nodded, and after a brief pause, spoke up again. “So, there are two main reasons I brought you back up. First is to give you one last chance to back out. As I said, I’ll make sure you’re able to ask me not to bite you at any time, but your free will shall otherwise be suppressed for the rest of the night. You’ll do anything I ask of you, unless it’s obviously highly dangerous to yourself or your loved ones. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Kylie fidgeted in nervous anticipation, rubbing her thighs together as her mind clearly swarmed with thoughts of what she might be made to do.

“Alright. That then brings me to my second point: how do you want your mind to feel for the rest of the evening? You’ve experienced your mind being completely free while your body isn’t; you’ve experienced complete mindlessness a couple of times now - do either of those appeal? Or would you prefer something else?”

Kylie considered the question for a few seconds. “I think… I’m already so eager to serve you, Mistress. Could you make me, like, feel like that but more? Like I’m still me, but the only thing I could ever do is obey you.”

Samantha smiled at her once more. “That sounds delightful, my dear. One eager thrall, coming right up.” Her eyes glowed again, letting this new state of mind wash over Kylie, without any need for verbal commands this time. The brunette’s face briefly slackened into blankness as her thoughts were rearranged, before snapping into a subservient, adoring expression as she knelt in front of the vampire.

“How may I be of service, Mistress?”

Samantha answered by stooping down, catching her thrall’s lips in a kiss, grasping her hair in one hand and her chest in the other. Kylie moaned into the embrace as Samantha kept pushing, not stopping even as she felt the brunette beginning to slightly struggle for air for a few seconds. When she pulled back, Kylie already looked a mess, her hair now undone and makeup starting to smear.

“You look so good like this, on your knees for me,” Samantha purred. “Who would have thought that the queen bee of the school would be such a little sub?”

Kylie eagerly nodded in agreement, Samantha’s words changing her. “Yes, Mistress! This is where I belong! I want to be your little slut; I’ll be so good for you…”

“Will you, hm? In that case… stand up, and slowly pull your dress down. There we go,” she cooed as the dress hit Kylie’s ankles, red pooling around her matching shoes. “And freeze for me.” Kylie squeaked in surprise as her muscles locked in place. Slowly, deliberately, Samantha stepped up to her, placing a hand on her back and running it gradually down her spine. “And this feels so good, doesn’t it, slut? Even your Mistress’ touch turns you on beyond belief.” Kylie moaned as the words hit her, a slight tremble now going through her body as pleasure coursed through her. “In fact… maybe I should just change your name to slut? Would you like that?”

The words tumbled out of Kylie’s mouth. “Yes, Mistress, if it pleases you! I’ll answer to whatever you- ahhh,” she moaned, as Samantha’s hand ghosted over her thoroughly soaked panties.

“Or, on second thoughts, I leave your name alone, but just don’t use it. Yes, I think that would be better, wouldn’t it? You know what your name is, but do you deserve to be called by it?”

Kylie could only moan in reply this time, a sound that was once again cut off as fingers slipped into her mouth. Obediently, she began to suck on them, earning a pleased noise from the vampire. “Yes, slut, you know what this mouth is for, don’t you? It’s not for talking, it’s for fucking. Isn’t that right? All of your body is for my use.” Another moan in response, one that turned into a squeal as Samantha’s other hand lunged out to pinch a dangling breast, while her fingers thrust further and further into the brunette’s mouth. The vampire stooped to look into her thrall’s eyes. Kylie was clearly already barely there - her eyes were fluttering, mouth leaking drool, makeup a mess. Yet in the brief period of eye contact they got, she saw nothing but pleasure and adoration there. How could there be anything else? If there would be, her thrall had been commanded not to feel it.

Realising her own building arousal, Samantha decided more direct action was needed. Yanking her hands out of Kylie’s mouth, causing her to briefly splutter, she ordered, “Alright - out of those panties, and spread yourself on the bed.” Kylie leaped to obey, practically flinging off her underwear and collapsing onto the bed, clad only in her shoes and necklace. She was soaked, Samantha could tell, nipples standing proud. The vampire began to undress herself, peeling her green article down off her more modest bust and letting it slide off her hips, before delicately removing her strapless bra and her panties. Her thrall’s eyes were locked onto her body as she finally removed her shoes and stalked over to the bed. Kylie was already spread-eagled, but Samantha took the opportunity to readjust her limbs somewhat, pulling them fully out into a starfish posture. Once she was satisfied, she spoke.

“Slut?,” and God she loved how Kylie’s head snapped around to her so eagerly. “Your hands and feet are now bound in place. Unless I move them or release you, they will remain fixed where they are. That should make things more interesting, shouldn’t it?” Kylie nodded eagerly as her Mistress continued. “Now, I am aware that you have needs… but so do I, and whose are more important?”

“Yours are, Mistress. Always.”

“Good slut; that’s right. You’re a quick learner, aren’t you? And so I believe I shouldn’t need to tell you what to do…”

Samantha climbed onto the bed, settling atop her thrall’s face. Kylie responded immediately, straining her head to try and reach the vampire’s crotch, licking her lips in anticipation.

“What a good slut you are. Now, I’d advise you to take a deep breath, because I’m not getting up until I’m satisfied or you’ve passed out, understood?” Kylie inhaled, and Samantha lowered herself onto her mouth.

For someone who, to Samantha’s knowledge, had not dated anyone, Kylie was remarkably good at eating her out, her tongue quickly finding just the right places to lick and prod and tease. Perhaps it was the power exchange - the former bully, reduced to a squirming mess totally under her control - but either way, Samantha soon found herself grinding down, setting a brutal pace that Kylie was only too happy to match. “That’s it,” the vampire moaned, groping at her own chest. “Such a good slut; such a natural, aren’t you?” Kylie mumbled as if to agree before continuing. Her movements became wilder and faster as her oxygen supply dwindled, the vampire’s crotch forming a highly effective seal against the air. But she didn’t let up, compelled by her Mistress’ commands to keep going. She began to strain against the mental bonds placed on her hands, futilely of course, but still kept going, even as her eyelids began to flicker, gasping at any little air she attained from Samantha’s bucking. Indeed, the vampire could even feel her thrall humping uselessly into the air, the pleasure of her Mistress’ contact coupling with the praise - and perhaps the asphyxiation - to compel her towards her own pleasure. Feeling her thrall starting to weaken beneath her, Samantha took pity on her, moving a hand towards her own clit and starting to play with it. The added stimulation rapidly sent her over the edge, moaning and shuddering as her thighs clamped around Kylie’s face. “Such a good slut for me,” the vampire panted as she returned to reality, before hastily removing herself from her thrall’s face. Kylie, semiconscious at this point, gasped for air, a damp stain growing beneath her crotch as she moaned deliriously.

Eventually, Samantha saw the brunette’s eyes refocusing. Kylie moved to get up, only to find herself still held in place, and so instead just turned her gaze back to her Mistress, still showing nothing but adoration in her gaze. “Welcome back, my darling slut. How do you feel?”

Kylie giggled vaguely. “Good… horny. Did I do well, Mistress?”

“So, so well. Such good work deserves a reward… once you’re good and ready, of course.”

“I’m ready now, Mistress. Take me.”

***

Mistress smiled, and leaned back over Kylie. Her hands returned to the brunette’s body, sending lines of fiery pleasure coursing up her body, pleasure which only increased as the teasing and groping turned into pinching. Kylie floundered for purchase, trying to move once more against the imaginary bonds; naturally, the power of her Mistress’ order was unbreakable. Mistress’ hands moved lower and lower, feeling thousands of times better than they would have ordinarily; and then, finally, they grazed her lower lips. Kylie almost came on the spot, trying to recapture the vampire’s fingers even as they moved away and Mistress chided her. “Not yet, slut. No coming until I say.” She moved back over Kylie, kissing her, more gently but no less possessively this time, as her fingers set to work, teasing and tormenting her. Kylie squirmed in place, tied down and desperate for more, moaning wantonly as Mistress’ other hand pinched at her nipple, hard.

“Do you like that, slut? Are you turned on by pain?” Kylie could only nod desperately, earning an almost feral grin as Mistress finally slipped a finger into her, eliciting another loud moan and a bucking of the hips.

“Yes, that’s it. No wonder you want to be bitten, hm? Although… let’s make this more fun. There’s a tie around your waist as well.” Kylie could feel it snapping into place, forcing her hips back down, making her entirely reliant on Mistress for her pleasure, even as she was sure she would have come several times by now were it not for Mistress’ ban on it. “And what if we made it more interesting still? Unless you’re being hurt, you can’t feel any pleasure.” Mistress removed her hand from Kylie’s breast, and even though she knew her hand was down there - could still feel it, thrusting in and out - she wasn’t getting anything from it any more. She cried out in desperation before she felt a pinch again and the pleasure returned, even better for its brief absence, and Mistress snarled delightedly at her thrall - her slut - writhing beneath her. “Don’t worry, slut… I’ll be sure to provide plenty of pain for you.”

And now Mistress was sucking and biting at her, not with her fangs, still not yet, but with her incisors, leaving marks everywhere, as one hand continued to pinch and grope at her chest, while the other worked away within her thrall. Still Kylie was not allowed to come, even as her pleasure grew and grew, beyond levels she’d even thought possible. Kylie mewled and moaned and gasped beneath her, desperately trying to convey her obedience, her submission, her desire to be perfect for her, but still nothing. Occasionally, Mistress would relieve her of the pain, only for everything to deaden, to explode once more with the renewed pinching. Kylie didn’t know how often she did that; indeed, she couldn’t say how long this had been happening - it could have been five minutes, or an hour, or even several for all she knew.

As her limbs started to tremble from the onslaught of pleasure, Kylie realised she was starting to reach her physical limit. Fortunately, Mistress seemed to sense it as well. Unfortunately for Kylie, she expressed this by moving away entirely. Kylie realised, dully, as she did so, that at some point she had begun grinding herself against her thigh, the vision of her slut moaning under her clearly pleasing her that much, at least. Mistress smiled down at her, which she met with a pleading, desperate expression, too drained for words.

“You’ve done so well for me, slut. One last time… are you willing to be fed on?” Kylie dragged her head into a nod, eyes beginning to well with tears at the lack of sensation. Mistress nodded. “Very good.” She returned to her place above Kylie, jaw grasping around her neck as her hand reinserted itself into her cunt.

“This will hurt. A lot. But only for a second, and then you will feel pleasure beyond imagining. You’ve done so well this evening.” Mistress readjusted herself slightly. “And three, two…”

Pain lanced through her as Mistress lunged for her neck, fingers thrusting roughly and deep into her at the same time. For a brief, horrifying, moment, Kylie felt it would be unbearable… and then white-hot pleasure rushed through her as she came and came and came, screaming at the top of her lungs as Mistress drank her fill of her slut’s blood. Everything in her body was on fire - she was loosely aware of her limbs, freed from their binding, wrapping around the vampire - she just about felt her Mistress squirting onto her, the pleasure of feeding clearly spurring her on - and she barely felt the fangs retreating from her neck as her vision went black and she slipped into unconsciousness.

***

Samantha sighed happily as she lapped up the last of Kylie’s blood, sealing the bite marks as she did so. The unconscious girl beneath her was a mess, to put it bluntly: covered in sweat and bite marks (both hickeys and from the fangs), and still clearly aroused despite the earth-shattering orgasm she’d just had. Her body did not know when to give up, it seemed.

Samantha had to make an effort to shake off her own post-feeding and -orgasm haze, turning her mind to caring for her thrall. It took her longer than usual to muster the concentration needed for a spell, but she eventually got there, setting up a monitor for Kylie’s vitals. She didn’t think she’d gone too overboard, but she’d need to leave the room to care for her, and it was always better to be safe than sorry.

Finding the bathroom, Samantha began to run a bath for Kylie - fortunately, running water had no effect on her, one myth that had no basis in actual vampires - and made her way to the kitchen to find the sugariest drink she could. Returning quickly to Kylie’s bedroom, the vampire carefully drizzled some of the drink into her mouth. She’d need to replenish her fluid and sugar levels, and the sooner the better. Then, gently as possible, she lifted the human into a bridal carry, taking her into the bathroom. Samantha seemed to snuggle into her, so clearly she wasn’t as out of it as Kylie had thought.

The brunette blearily opened her eyes as Samantha was in the middle of gently scrubbing her off. The vampire smiled at her.

“How are you feeling, my dear? I know that was a lot to take in…”

“I… I’m alright. Not sure I’ll be able to walk normally tomorrow, and I feel like I need to sleep for a week… but that was incredible. I loved every second of it.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Now, with your permission, I’ll give you one more set of orders, on how to take care of yourself. Because I’m not sure you’ll remember them if I don’t give them as commands.”

“Seems fair…”

Samantha began to quietly list off Kylie’s medical requirements - sugar and iron intake, exercise restrictions, and so on - for the next week or so, her eyes glowing for the last time that night as she toweled the brunette off and carried her back to bed. As she tucked her in, Kylie’s eyelids drooping again, the human looked up at her nervously.

“Um, Samantha? Seriously, thank you. For everything tonight. I… still don’t know where I want to go from here, but I think you’ve genuinely given me a much better perspective on… well, everything.” Kylie was clearly a far cry from the haughty queen bee she’d been at the start of the evening, and Samantha acknowledged the conciliation with a nod.

“The pleasure was all mine. Figuratively, if not literally,” she added with a wink. “But seriously, if you need anything, get in touch, okay? I want to help you.”

Kylie nodded. “I will. Goodnight, Mistress.”

“Goodnight, my thrall.” Samantha was answered with a gentle snore. Electing to keep the monitoring spell in place, she gathered up her own clothes and, turning into a bat, flew out into the night. This would hopefully prove to be the first of many successful meetings with Kylie, and she would do everything to make sure it turned out that way.