Jessica bides her time

Several months pass, but Jessica doesn't leave the cell. She watches as Jenna and Vanessa rapidly stock the basement with human captives. Every day, more are brought. Sometimes, captives are brought upstairs and then return dazed or ****, having been a meal above. Sometimes, the girls don't return at all.

Jenna has begun building her family. She has turned at least three that Jessica has seen, but doesn't know how many are upstairs. Jenna definitely has a type: brunettes with petite fugures, big eyes, perky breasts, and shapely legs.

Jenna comes to taunt Jessica from time to time, but Jessica sees less and less of her. Jessica has been shackled to the wall, dooming any escape attempts when her cell is opened. Jenna instructs every few days for a human female to be left in Jessica's cell.

At first, Jessica was defiant. Her hunger strike was her only expression of free will left. Eventually, she weakened, and her body overruled her will. She fed on the girls brought to her, but never killed. She was proud of that. At first, Jenna was enraged, and would drain the girls in front of Jessica in a frenzy, as if to say your stupid defiance won't save them. Eventually, Jenna stopped doing even that.

As the days passed, Jessica's heart hardened towards Jenna. Jessica fantasized about escape, but realized that she had no clear path towards freedom.

Jessica drank languidly from the nude **** redhead on her cot. The poor girl had stunning brown eyes, and pale freckled skin. The girl was sitting between Jessica's legs, her back against Jessica's breasts, as Jessica fed from her neck. Healed puncture wounds were visible on the girl's breasts and thighs. Jessica had had to subsist on her for several days. Jessica cupped the girl's breasts in her hand. Jessica was trying to drink as slowly as possible: her intermittent feedings the only pleasure left to her.

She was interrupted by Vanessa, who had quietly approached her cell as she drank. She was holding a stylish modern evening dress and a pair of heels.

"Mistress, did you enjoy your dinner?" Vanessa asked.

"I think we can drop the whole mistress thing, Vanessa" Jessica said, her eyes rolling.

"I know you don't believe me, but I do worship you, no matter how misguided you've become" Vanessa says, but Jessica just laughs.

"Surely you didn't come down here to tell me that. What do you want, Vanessa? Your caged goddess demands an answer!" Jessica says sarcastically.

"Your sister, Mistress Jenna will be hosting a dinner party tonight. She has made clear that you are to attend." Vanessa answers.

"You can tell my bitch sister that I'll pass" Jessica spits, but immediately starts to regret it. This might be my only shot out of here.

"Mistress Elizabeth will be there" Vanessa says, trying to gauge Jessica's reaction. Jessica keeps her expression neutral. Elizabeth? Jessica wonders.

"Fine. Give me the dress" Jessica says bitterly. Vanessa passes the dress and shoes through the bars. Jessica considers grabbing the treacherous creature's arm and draining her right then, but holds back. I need to get upstairs.

Vanessa turns, and walks away. Jessica is alone again.