[EPILOGUE: "Cassandra's Ass "]

After your quick and humiliating defeat in the motel room, Cassandra took your **** body to her apartment, where she continued to **** and mock you for your failure.

"All that training, all those years of sacrifice, wasted!" She'd say. "Think of how many of your fellow hunters gave their lives just so you could have a chance at slaying me... only to fail right away!"

Aside from the verbal ****, she'd wear you down by other degrading means. Using your face as a door mat, spittoon and cum rag as often as she likes. Slowly, you begin to accept in your heart that it's over.

For a few weeks, you tried to endure, but soon the weeks turned to months and you lost all sense of time while the vampire queen continues to feed and grows more powerful until no human can stop her.

All the while, Alice stands by with a blank expression until her new mistress orders her to preform some menial task. It hurts seeing the woman you love reduced to a mindless object, but what hurts more is the tiny sliver of sadness behind her eyes. You come to realize in time she's been enthralled, leaving her mind intact but her body unable to disobey.

When she looks into your eyes, you swear you can see the faintest glimpse of disappointment on her face as your willpower is slowly broken beneath Cassandra's ass.

One day, long after your will to fight has faded away, Cassandra takes you to her new home in a big castle, where you're strapped into a hollow compartment beneath a grand, regal throne. The compartment has a hole in it, and when chained to the inside, the top of your face pokes out from the bottom of the throne. You're completely naked and your arms are strapped down by your side with your legs stick straight out in front of the chair.

Cassandra looks down at your face trapped snugly in her smotherbox with a look of disgust.

"This will be your life now. You remember all those years ago, when I first defeated you...?"

Has it really been years? You're so far gone you can't tell. Truthfully, your mind is empty aside from the rising feeling of dreadful anticipation as she turns around, making you look up at her ass in that same black bodysuit she wore the night you were captured.

"Well... let's see just how defiant you are now," she says maliciously as she brings her rear end crashing down, enveloping your face in that familiar fleshy prison and resting the heels of her leather boots on your exposed balls.

"Kiss my ass, ****."

This time, you obey. There's no hesitation or defiance left in you now. You plant a long, passionate kiss on the crack of Cassandra's ass with tears in your eyes. She laughs as, at long last, you are officially broken.

"Good boy. Now eat it." She orders as she slides her thong to the side.

You groan with displeasure but you dare not defy your mistress. You obediently stick your tongue out, gagging slightly at the acrid taste of the foul creature's asshole.

"Mmmmm yes! Victory feels so good~" She laughs.

You begin to get more passionate as what little of your human pride washes away and you dedicate your mind entirely to your one new task in life: serving Cassandra's ass.

Wrapping the folds of skin in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around as you passionately kiss her ass over and over.

"Mmff ohh fuck yes..." she moans, letting out a satisfied sigh as you get to work.

You cry as you think on all the people who will also suffer under the reign of this cruel vampire, but you eventually accept that it's too late to stop her. But a small piece of you forever holds on to the knowledge that there must have been some chance, some way to defeat her... but you'll never know now.

Eventually, Cassandra rules over an army of vampires that take control of Misty City, ushering in a new age of vampric domination. She keeps you around all the while, both as a trophy and an example. As her power grows, a new generation of vampire hunters rises up to try and stop her, but their little rebellion is quickly quelled. Word spreads about the fate of the last vampire hunter, and how he lives to this day as the vampire queen's personal ass ****.

When people hear the story of how you were shamefully and quickly defeated, they give up hope of ever stopping Cassandra. When they hear the stories of how she broke your will, then turned and enthralled you so you could continue serving her unlife, they fall in line.

Cassandra wins, and you spend eternity under her ass.