The Vampire's Bride

In the months since King and Lenore had left the house Melissa found herself growing closer to Anderson. She felt herself emerging into her role as his companion and fodder. She even found herself longing for more time with him in the basement of the house satisfying his need for dominance and her urge for submission.

Their days and nights had become very routine when Anderson surprised her one evening telling her they would be going shopping. They drove several hours to the city of Cook's Junction, where nobody would know them, and stopped at a dress shop.

"Why here?" Melissa asked.

"If you are traveling with me to Paris, you will need an updated wardrobe," he replied.

Melissa was excited at getting new clothes, but even more excited about the possibility of going to Europe. As a girl from a small town in the sticks she had never seen that in her future.

"Every few years," Anderson told her as they looked through the racks of clothes, "all the members of my clan are required to meet together in one location for a week. This time it will be in Paris and you will be going with me."

Melissa found herself with a thousand questions about the trip, most of which Anderson declined to answer, but she did get a promise out of him that they would visit some tourist spots like the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre, but only in the evening hours.

She was also curious about how they would get there. She had no passport and certainly Anderson, would find it hard to get one with a birthday sometime in the 19th century. This was answered, however, when he drove them on the evening they were to depart to a private airfield a few hours away. A large jet was parked there. One large enough, Melissa suspected, to make a trans-Atlantic flight. They boarded the plane and was met by an older woman with a clipboard. Anderson gave his name, and she checked him off a list. Melissa noticed that only his name was on the sheet, not hers. Even so, the woman gave no objection to her getting on the plane.

On board were another twenty passengers. Ten older males and ten younger women seated next to them. One of the men, perhaps the oldest looking one in the group, stood up and shook Anderson's hand.

"Reggie, so good to see you again," the man said with a British accent. "I hoped you would be coming to the feast."

The man looked to be about 70, but was still handsome with sparkling eyes, a goatee and a full head of gray hair.

"Nice to see you too, Jason," Anderson replied. "Let me introduce you to Melissa. Melissa, this is Mr. Harris."

Melissa wasn't sure how to greet Harris, but tried a little curtsey. He smiled at her attempt.

"And this is Katrina," Harris said, waving his hand at a young, slim, petite girl with dark hair in bangs wearing black mini-dress. She stood up from where she had been sitting next to him and nodded a greeting. Under any other circumstances Melissa might have mistaken them for grandfather and granddaughter.

Melissa's eyes searched the plane for any other familiar faces. Lenore in particular, but she wasn't on board. Neither was King.

The plane took off and flew through the rest of the night and the following day, landing outside of Paris just as the sun went down. They de-planed at a small private airport with no customs or passport control. Limousines were on hand to take them to a chateau on the outskirts of the city. Anderson was given the keys to their room and from their window he pointed out the Eiffel Tower to Melissa amid the Paris city lights.

***

The next few days were probably the most exciting of Melissa's life. Anderson had meetings in the early morning hours, but before that and after sunset, he would take Melissa into the city. They rode the elevator to the top of the tower and looked out upon the Parisian lights. On another evening she and Anderson went with Harris and Katrina to the Louvre. Harris seemed to know every detail about every work in the museum and loved to talk about the art. When Melissa whispered to Anderson that she was impressed with the scope of Harris's knowledge, he laughed and said Harris had known many of the artists personally and probably had a few own his own works hanging in the museum, but under a different name.

The "Feast" Harris had mentioned was scheduled for the last night of the trip and Melissa asked what she would need to wear.

"Nothing," replied Anderson. "You will not be attending."

"Companions are not allowed?" she asked.

"Not you. You will stay in our room," he said firmly.

Melissa felt slighted that she would be left out of what seemed to be the ultimate event of the trip, but was distracted when Anderson gave her a slip of paper with a room number on it.

"Tonight, you won't be staying with me," he told her. "Put on that white negligee and proceed to this room. You will be sleeping there tonight."

Knowing it was common for masters' to trade companions for the night, Melissa assumed she would be going to the bed of another vampire, probably Harris. Instead, when she opened the door of the designated room she got a surprise.

"Lenore!"

The blonde was sitting on a massive bed wearing a sheer gown. She looked beautiful. She stood up and ran to Melissa, embracing her.

"I'm so sorry!" Melissa cried, "I don't know what got into me in that basement. I'm sorry, I hurt you so bad!"

"Nothing to be sorry about," Lenore replied. "You did a good job sending me into sub-space. Not a bad place to be."

"Sub-space?"

"Enough pain applied in the right way can release a flood of endorphins that make you feel like you are flying. You ought to get Anderson to try it with you some time," the blonde laughed.

"Is King still angry with you?" the brunette asked.

"King is distracted with a new toy," said Lenore. "But let's not talk about him. I want to spend tonight concentrating on us."

She pointed to an array of toys spread out on the bed: a strap-ons, paddles, floggers and more.

Picking up some soft rope she handed it to Melissa. "Let's start with you tying me up!"

***

Lenore directed Melissa to tie her to an elegant arm chair, but not sitting in the usual manner. Instead, Lenore knelt crosswise on the chair with her knees on the cushion and her feet sticking out under right arm of the chair. With her hands she leaned on the opposite arm. Melissa tied her wrists to the arm, then tied each of her thighs to the opposite arm in such a way that the blonde's knees were forced apart, displaying her lovely pussy.

As Melissa looked at her friend, such a beautiful woman tied up on an stylish antique chair in a elegantly appointed bedroom, Lenore almost looked like a work of art. Her legs, hips, breasts and face, framed by her blonde hair were so perfect in size and shape. Melissa wished she had a camera to capture that image to save it forever.

"What happened to your ownership medallion?" asked Melissa. She could only see a small scar where the chain had pierced the blonde's pussy lips.

"King has released me from his service," Lenore replied. "Again let's not talk about him. That chapter of my life is over. There's a whole bunch of toys on the bed. Pick one and let's start playing!"

Melissa spotted a pink flogger on the bed. She picked it up and felt it weight in her hands. Turning to Lenore, she held the device up and the blonde gave her a smile.

***

Melissa felt guilty about how much she enjoyed using the flogger on her friend and listening to the blonde's yelps and moans, but it wasn't long before her own pussy started dripping from arousal. What should they try next?

She looked around and spotted two metal nipple clamps on the bed. Each had a short chain to which was attached a spherical weight. The brunette walked over to the bed and picked one up, feeling the weight which was surprisingly heavy. She wondered what effect they would have on Lenore's large, perfectly shaped tits. She decided to find out.

She clipped the clamp to the blonde's left nipple and let watching the weight stretch the blonde's breast until the weight nearly hit the cushion. Lenore moaned as her slightest movement caused the device to swing back and forth, taking her tit with it and deforming it into a tear drop. Delighted at the effect, Melissa attached the other clamp to the blonde's right tit.

Looking over the rest of the toys she saw a strap-on device on the bed and remembered the pleasure of using one on Lenore back at the mansion. This one was different, however. It had the same dildo designed to slide into the wearer's body, but in front the toy sported two dildos, one parallel and beneath the other, each of significant size.

Lenore saw her looking at the device. "Go ahead. Lube it up and let's give it a try!" she giggled.

Melissa picked up the toy, found some lube and spread it over the three dildos. Carefully sliding the one up her own pussy, she strapped the device on her hips and headed over to stand behind the blonde's butt.

The height of the blonde's ass and the height of the strap on turned out to be well matched. Melissa realized that both would have to be inserted simultaneously - one in Lenore's pussy, the other in her ass, to work properly. Both dildos were huge, and Melissa doubted that the top one would fit in the girl's anus. Then she remembered the large butt plug that the blonde had handled back at the mansion, so Melissa decided it was worth a try.

Carefully she guided the device into the blonde's two holes. Lenore moaned, groaned and whimpered as the toys entered her, but Melissa kept on pushing thrilled to be impaling the blonde. Then she grabbed her by the hair, and started fucking her.

Taking Lenore like this was exciting and pleasurable. Inside Melissa's own pussy the dildo moved back and for and soft brushes tickled her clit. Meanwhile the groans that the blonde let out with every thrust further aroused the Melissa. Soon she was moving faster and faster, railing the little blonde and feeling her own orgasm build up inside her.

She watched the girl's weighted tits swing hard back and forth with each of her thrusts. Reaching out, she found the flogger and started hitting Lenore's ass as they fucked.

"Harder and faster!" begged the blonde.

Melissa felt any self restrain slip away as she knew she wanted to use Lenore's body in whatever way she could to maximize her own pleasure. She swung the flogger at the blonde's tits as they moved back and forth hitting them with a smacking sound.

Their orgasms came simultaneously in a chorus of female moans and cries. Afterwards, Melissa loosened the blonde's bonds and they collapsed together, snuggled on the bed.

As they regained some energy, Melissa started kissing Lenore's neck, shoulders and breasts passionately.

"I've missed you so much!" she whispered, running her hands over the blonde's body.

"I wanted you too," Lenore replied reaching down to cup Melissa's pussy. "I'm glad we got these few hours together."

They made athletic love mouth to pussy, then fell asleep in each other's arms.

When Melissa awoke, she found Lenore's head on her shoulder and their legs entwined.

"I have a request," Lenore said.

"Whatever you want!" Melissa replied.

"The feast is in a few hours and I need to get ready. Bath me, help me do my makeup and dress me."

"Of course," the brunette replied. "But I'm not going to the feast. Anderson won't let me."

"That probably a wise decision," Lenore replied.

The bedroom had an attached bathroom with a large tub. Melissa found great pleasure in bathing Lenore, remembering how the blonde had done it for her the day she received her ownership brand. She carefully scrubbed ever inch of the girl's body with a soapy soft sponge, then rinsed her. As Lenore stepped out of the tub, Melissa wrapped her in a fluffy, soft towel and carefully dried her.

Then came the makeup. Lenore directed Melissa to not only do her face, but every square inch of her body. Melissa applied lip gloss not only to the girl's her mouth, but her areolas and cunt lips. Fingernails and toenails were painted a delicate shade of pink. Tits and butt cheeks were powered and made perfect.

The process took hours, but Melissa didn't mind. It felt like taking an already fine work of art and making it even more beautiful.

Finally Melissa dressed Lenore. It was a simple outfit: gold high-heeled platform shoes and a sheer, long gold robe, open at the front tied with a bow at her cleavage.

"That's all you're wearing?" asked Melissa.

The blonde nodded. "It's almost time for the feast. You should head back to your room now. Thank you for coming."

"When will I see you again?" Melissa asked as they embraced.

"I don't know if we will see each other again," Lenore replied. "But if we do it will be quite a while."

"I'll miss you," Melissa said.

"I will miss you too."

They embraced from a long moment before Melissa left.

***

When Melissa returned to Anderson's room, he was just leaving. "I will be a few hours. You should start packing. We will depart not long after I get back."

Melissa nodded and watched the door close behind him.

She found herself very annoyed that she was being left out of the night's activity. Especially as she had spent so much time helping Lenore prepare for the event.

They had been given a tour of the chateau earlier in the week and the guide had pointed out the grand dining room where the feast was to take place. She had asked about the small balcony that overlooked the room and was told that back a century ago it had been the place were musicians would play as dinner was being served below, but it had not been used in decades. The balcony's drapes were closed at this point and Melissa wondered if she could find her way up there to observe the feast without anybody finding out. She desperately wanted to see Lenore again before they left.

Leaving the bedroom she carefully made her way through the chateau's deserted hallways until she found a small doorway opening on to a spiral staircase leading upwards that she suspected opened into the balcony. She was right and found that peeking out from behind the drapes she had an excellent view of the room below.

There was a large elegant table, with a long empty silver platter on it, in the middle of the room. Around the room perhaps thirty male vampires spoke with each other, some smoking cigars. A few seemed to be sipping on glasses of wine as they talked. There were about half as many companions, dressed to the hilt, also wandering around talking in groups. She didn't see Lenore, but King was in down below talking to Harris.

A man dressed like a butler entered the room and announced, "Gentlemen, if you will take your places, dinner is served."

The male vampires moved to the table. It was large enough to accommodate the whole group if they crowded around it. The companions stepped back to watch.

The door opened and a petite girl, dressed in a sheer, golden robe stepped inside as every eye in the room watched her. It was Lenore. She stepped slowly forward, walking towards the table. As she did, she untied the bow at her cleavage and let the robe dramatically fall to the floor and covered the last few feet to the table clad in only her platform heels.

Reaching the table she stepped out of her shoes, climbed onto the top, and stretched herself out on the platter. Laying on her back, her face showed neither fear or joy, but only determination.

It was at this point, Melissa realized what was about to happen and what was being served at the feast.

She wanted to scream, "STOP!" but her voice wouldn't work. She could only look on in silent horror.

As one, the vampires moved forward and began to feed from Lenore. Sixty pairs of fangs entered her throat, breasts, legs, arms and feet. She lay quietly: the beautiful sacrifice and centerpiece to the vampires' celebration.

It was over in less than ten minutes. Lenore's skin, never dark, in the end was pure white with a tinge of blue. The vampire's stepped back, one by one, having drained the girl of every drop of her blood. The companions applauded at the performance. Melissa felt nauseous and tears streamed down her cheeks.

She ran from the balcony and raced back to Anderson's bedroom. She had no idea of what he would do to her if he found out she had witnessed what he had unequivocally forbidden.

When he returned, however, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He was too familiar with Melissa moods now and it didn't take more than a few questions before she confessed.

"How could you do this to Lenore!" she cried. "Why would King give up such a beautiful and obedient companion?"

"King has a new companion," Anderson replied. "So he offered Lenore for the feast. She did not object. She went willingly, as you saw."

"Why?"

"If she had wanted you to know," he said, "she would have told you, wouldn't she? But she, as I, wanted to spare you seeing her fate. You were foolish to disobey me, and when we get back home there will be severe punishment for your disobedience."

Melissa nodded. She had disobeyed her master to her own detriment. She realized that she probably deserved anything Anderson would decide to do to her.

***

After packing they took a limousine to the airport, and boarded the plane for the flight home. Melissa sullenly sat watching the other passengers board. Then she saw King come through the door. Anger flashed through her at his treatment of Lenore and hatred for whatever creature had replaced her as King's companion boiled up from insider her. Following King onto the plane was a tall, attractive blonde in a black dress that came up almost to her ass. Between the girl's legs falling just below the hem of the dress Melissa could see the flash of a gold medallion as it swung back and forth. Probably the same one Lenore and worn.

Then Melissa glanced up at the girl's face and what felt like an electrical shock ran through her body: It was her sister, Karen. That nauseous feeling returned with a vengeance.

***

"How did my sister become King's new companion!" whispered Melissa. Neither King nor Karen had noticed her, as they were seated towards the front and she and Anderson were towards the back if the plane.

"I'm afraid when King learned your secret, that you are a sweet blood, he made some demands on me to keep it to himself. One was that game you and Lenore played back at the mansion. The other was to divulge your identity," Anderson said.

"But why would he care who I was-" Melissa stopped as realization broke on her. "Karen's a sweet blood too!?!"

"Yes. There is a 25% chance that if a human is a sweet blood, a sibling will be also," Anderson acknowledged.

"But she had this whole recording career my mom was pushing her into!"

"She had some moderate success, moved to the west coast, but like too many young people, got involved in drugs. When King found her she was selling her body on Hollywood Boulevard. He got her off drugs and now she is his companion," he explained. "To tell you the truth I'm not sure if this fate will not give her a longer life expectancy that she would have had on the street."

Even knowing that Karen probably had little choice but to join King, Melissa still felt hatred towards her and her part in replacing Lenore. A replacement that had led to Lenore's death. It was only after thinking about this for a few hours that she began to remember how sadistically King often treated his companions and her hated slowly turned to pity for her sister.

THE END