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Chapter Eight She entered the dungeon, smiling as she escaped the noise of the club and the loud driving music that kept the mortals in such a frenzy. As the door closed behind her and the outer sounds faded, She walked down the steps and savored the smell and sounds from her room, and was pleased to see the French girl, stripped and hanging from the cross, a glazed coat of sweat already coating her young body as she struggled to breath and deal with the pain already beginning to bring the girl's blood awake. She knew for proper blending and preparation for a sample tasting later on, that both samples of the meat She had shopped for upstairs would have to be prepared properly, if the old family recipe was to allow her to discover the true quality of the blood She sensed in them. She slipped over to a small changing room where she changed out of her Hunting attire, into something more appropriate for this kind of "kitchen" work. She knew that her aide and the club guard would make sure both bodies where prepared for the experience. At least she knew her aide would have things prepared, since they had hunted and brought back food before over their time together. She smiled as the silky dress slipped from her body and pooled at her feet on the floor, while she leaned over and selected a CD to place in the stereo system that allowed her to set the mood for her work in the kitchen. She felt a sense of joy and excitement bubble in her veins at the possibility of what she had discovered in the club. A rush of sheer pleasure flooded her that almost took her breath away. If either of them had the genetic makeup for pure blood flowing in their veins, only a proper session in the kitchen, bringing the pleasure and pain together following the old ones formula, well, she shivered and felt a sexual rush warm her body at the possibilities of what could be brewed and blended in her dungeon tonight. As the music of the Gregorian monks filled the dungeon, She closed her eyes and hissed sharply as her fangs flashed through while she ran her hands across her body, startled to see how hard and aroused she was for this particular session in the Kitchen. She strolled across the changing room, her lean body, still on edge and anticipating what fun would be found, bringing both slaves to the proper blend, seasoned just right with the pleasure and pain that made the mortals blood most enjoyable. She smiled as she saw the man watching and looking around the room. She could see his eyes widen at the girl on the Cross and then moan softly as the aide reached down and stroked his rod, teasing him and toying with him as she prepared to strip him nude for later pleasures to be had. "These two look so tasty," she thought to herself as she slipped into her black leather cat suit, "I may need to pull out the camera and snap a few shots for my private collection so I can savor the looks on their faces as we ready them for proper basting and tasting." She turned her back to the room, letting her fangs slip into place at the scent of the blood and fear that her senses picked up on in the room. She knew she would enjoy this, both from the work with the camera, and then the work on the humans. She picked up her favorite camera for the lighting in this room and looked through the lens and framed the French girl, who was at the top of the cross, her chest breathing hard as she sucked in the air, and clicked off a series of shots of the sweat glistening on the girl's body, and the look of lust and pain that crossed her faced as she struggled to maintain her balance. She smiled as she knew what needed to be added to get the most from her female "model" during this playtime in the kitchen. As She watched her aide continue to tease and soften up the male, She walked across the room, feeling the soft caress of the leather cat suit hug her body and keep her alert and aware of the magic of the moment. She had such an active life, that there was not many times where she could let her hair and fangs down at the same time. The world knew her as a top photographer and She took pride in her work with the camera, which also allowed her access to things and people that She might not have enjoyed as easily as she did via the work. But it was down here, and in other special "kitchens" She had connections with, where she could fully allow the fangs as well as the hair to come down and her Natural instincts to lift to the forefront as she fed on the foreskin and labia of the ones hunted and brought here for those purposes. She walked along the wall, letting herself blend in with the shadows as the stress of the trip and the hunt changed into a darker desire to feed and explore the possibilities she sensed in the male. The French girl, a mere bauble, more a treat for the aide and an appetizer for her tastes, but also something to be used to bring the male more into a sexual stage of want and desire as he saw what was being done with her and to use his own maleness against him, to bring that blend and brew of his blood to as proper a mixture as she could, to truly get the sample needed to see if he had that pure blood flowing in his veins, a food source that would be hers, with all the benefits of a regular supply, someone that would become a valuable source of power for She and her clan, as well as a way of bartering his blood for favors She might need from others She dealt with in the shadowy world that most of her kind lived in. The sounds of the music,, seasoned with the sounds of suffering from the French girl, the moans from the male and the sighs of her aide, caused her to close her eyes in delight as She reached for the long silver dildo with attachment that had been designed to fit into a special slot on the Cross for when a female was attached. It would truly add the sexual torment to the overall physical torture of being hung on a Cross during the session tonight. She smiled as she watched Sophie push herself back up the Cross for more air, and smiled as she slipped the shaft into place. She hoped the girl would have a flavor all her own. She did enjoy some fine french food every now and then, even as an appetizer. She paused to see the girl look down and watch her eyes widen with horror as the dildo was locked into place. Both knew what would happen when the laws of gravity overcame the girl's desire to stay high on the Cross. She let her lips flash and her fangs flare as the look of dread fought with the flash of lust in the young French girl's eyes. She thought about taking a small bite of the girl's ass and injecting some of the fluids that would bring a mild case of paralysis to the slave, making it harder for her to lift herself off the dildo, once she had impaled herself, but took a deep breath and pulled her fangs back into their place for now, since She knew of other things that could be done with Sophie, to bring her blend of fear and desire to a more passionate fire that would bring her blood and lust to a more desirable boil, which would make her even better for feeding on later in the evening. As she stepped back from the Cross and saw the look of confusion cross the French girl's face, She knew there would be a groan of delight as the girl would seek to blunt the pain of the cross by the pleasure of the flesh. Truly now, her dance would become both erotic and exotic and start the blood simmering just at the right pace and peak to where before hand, She would take samples from the girl and then feed on the clit, one of those areas that was a fun access spot for tasting the blood, blended with the girl's juices as well. She laughed softly as she felt herself licking her lip, and her tongue grazed across the fangs which had lowered to about half way down to full feeding mode. She looked Sophie's ass over and smiled, "it will be a fine ass to mark and feed on", she thought as she raked her hand across the girl's ass, and felt a shiver and moan ripple through the girl's body as she fought to stay up on the Cross. Both Women knew, the girl was dreading her descent onto the fastened dildo, that she would impale herself on, yet a look of wonder and curiosity also was spotted in Sophie's eyes as the need in her sex, flared brightly at the thought of being so filled up while hanging from this Cross. She moaned at the top of her stand and shook her head from side to side in embarrassment as the Mistress reached up and rubbed her hand across the girl's sex and a low laugh filled both girl's ears as Sophie hung her head in embarrassment and the Mistress laughed as she licked some of the girl's juices from her fingers. As their eyes met, the Mistress said softly, "well done meat, we have started you simmering as you cook for me there. Do not fear what is to come mes amie, savor the chance to show yourself<b> worthy </font></b>of my dining table. Let your life have meaning by serving as food for me and in return, I will bring your blood and body to such an exquisite blend of lust and desire, that you will drown in a pool of sensations and emotions that will flavor your body and make the meat a source of taste and delight that will be a nourishing part of our lifestyle as we continue to take our place in your world, and make it our own." She stepped away from the Cross and moved over to where she could find her camera and waited for the moment. She always loved the look on the face of the girl or guy, when they knew they could no longer avoid the inevitable and they would slowly slip back down that cross, fear in their eyes, disbelief at what was about to happen and either the front or back door of the girl or the back door of the man was about to be opened up wide and their bodies taken to a new level of sensation that would change the core essence of what they thought pleasure and pain were, and introduce them to that new world that showed you could find pleasure when both are blended together. As she looked over to where the others were, she smiled as she saw her girl, leaning in and biting the buttons of the shirt of the male. She always enjoyed seeing her do that trick and the startled look that crossed the face of the male as he was helpless to prevent anything being done to him. She watched as the girl slithered and fully took advantage of caressing and groping him and working him into a deeper state of need and want. She sensed that his cock and balls were quite engorged from the wrapping and the play, and from the winces of pain that fought with the moments of pleasure she saw on his face, She knew, her girl was doing her proud. A louder sound of muffled French caught her ear and she turned back to check on the other portion of the meal tonight and saw the shakiness in Sophie's legs and the fear in her eyes, that caused her to bring her camera to bear, for the body was telling the Mistress that the impalement of the French girl was just mere moments away. She caught the girl's face in her frame, the hair matted with sweat on the forehead, the eyes glazed from the stress of the pain and the fear of what was about to happen. The last gasps of effort to maintain the upright stance, when the eyes knew that the girl could hold out no longer and she slowly began to sink down on the Cross towards the waiting dildo that would split her sex in two. She dropped to her knees to get a good angle with her camera as the French girl's descent towards the dildo drew closer. She wanted some good shots of the moment when the girl sunk deep on the shaft, and then she would grab some shots of the girl's face as she adjusted to being filled this deeply. She remembered when it first happened to her all those years ago, before she had been turned and she thought she was going to die. The fear of the dildo splitting her in half, being replaced by the rush of having her sex so filled, that when blended with the pain of being hung from the cross, she came hard as her full body weight settled on the shaft, and she wanted that expression from this ones face for her private collection as well. The lost look in Sophie's eyes as she sunk lower, was captured quickly as the camera fired off several times. The room was filled with the increased sounds of the young girl crying out into her gag, her legs trying to lock against the cross, but her muscles weakened, lowering her to just above the head of the dildo, which was designed to be thick at initial point of entry into the girl's body. The Mistress growled with desire as the camera continued to fire off it's flash, catching the penetration of the shaft into the young sex, as the weight of the girl's body pushed her down and onto the head of the shaft. A loud scream came from the girl as her own body forced her past the swollen head of the shaft, filling her sex more then it had ever been filled. The tears flowed down her face as she shook her head from side to side, crying out into the room, words that no one could understand from behind the gag, but the flow of french filled the room as steadily as the body sunk down deeper into her body. The shrieks of pain catching the attention of all in the room, as the girl sought to push herself up off the cock which was now deep inside her, and yet her body was still weak and not recovered, so she would just get to a certain point and then the engorged shaft head, would be just enough to stop her from sliding off the shaft and she would sink back down on the shaft. The Mistress knew that after a chance to rest and deal with her filled sex, the girl would find the strength to push up and off the shaft, but clearing that engorged head in each direction would continue to sap at her strength while adding to the sexual filling and frustration of what was happening to the girl now on the cross. She would be doing herself sexually, in search of the breath she needed to stay conscious, yet the sexual impalement would drain her of the strength needed to push up and off, she could quite literally fuck herself into unconsciousness if she was left to hang like this for too long. But that was still a ways off, the girl looked young and lean and tasty and would make a good appetizer for the main course of their feeding on and drinking of the male. She stepped back and snapped a few more shots of the girl as her face began to change in the flickering light of the torches, the pain that girl had earlier felt, now being lost in the look of lust and pleasure filling Sophie's face as she lifted herself up and down on the dildo, moaning loudly into her gag as she sought to find the pleasure from the large toy now buried deep inside her sex. She walked over to where Deborah her aide was still toying with the male. She had not stripped him yet, and seemed pleased to taunt and verbally tease him, while toying with his manhood, which she saw, had been quite stimulated. The rings and straps were digging into his shaft and squeezing his balls quite painfully as she could see the swelling, and from the look on his face, he was fighting the pain, even as he watched the girl continue to do herself on the Cross. As She pulled back on the girl's leash, She leaned in and said quietly, "Do not let damage come to him while you stir his blood girl." "There are plenty of toys here to amuse myself with, and I have no problem having you stripped and mounted for play or punishment as I deem necessary, if this one is not handled well." At those words, from her Mistress, Deborah dropped to her knees, her face three shades whiter from hearing the promise in her lady's voice. She knew from personal experience, that the words of her Mistress were no small threat. As she knelt, her heart pounding fast inside her chest, she watched as the Mistress walked over to a small ledge and picked up a small unlabeled creme jar. A flush of dread washed over her as she saw the Mistress reach in and scoop out a good dollop of the potion which when applied to certain sexual parts of the body could make it feel like your insides had been set on fire. She slowly edged back over in front of the male, and watched as the Mistress coated the top head of the dildo, and rubbing her hands along the shaft. The French girl had been humping on the dildo while they talked, and Deborah saw the look of lust glazing her eyes over as the pleasure levels were stimulated every time she slid up and down the cock. She allowed herself a small chuckle as she raked his sac lightly with her fingernails, drawing a soft moan from him. "Girl," she thought, "your world is about to kick into a new level of sensation that will rip you in two." She knew from personal effect how potent the potion was, and most people had to handle it with gloves when applying it. But her Mistress always slide her hand into the jar to feel the lotion and apply it with that skin to skin contact that She said helped bond her with her quarry so deeply, that She cold not do it any other way. She quickly scrambled to her feet and began to bite off the remaining buttons on his shirt, letting her hands run over his chest and nipples, planting kisses and bites where her lips landed, hearing the heavy breathing of the male as she worked on him, and the moans and gasps of the French girl on the cross. It was a special time that only few were allowed to share with the Mistress and she was a very happy girl, when suddenly, She felt a hand between her legs, rubbing against her thong and she froze as she felt something coating her inner thighs and the voice of the Mistress in her ear. "Remember my pet, make sure the male is stripped properly, kept aroused, but not damaged." She groaned as her hair was pulled back by her Mistress and she felt the breath on her neck and the voice soft in her ear. These two have value to me, especially the male and if this is not brewed and blended well little one," The Mistress sighed softly as her fangs grazed near Deborah's vein. "It would be such a pity to have to break in a new replacement, wouldn't it?" Deborah swallowed hard as she heard the promise implied in her Mistress's words. "No M'Lady, there will be no need to seek a new replacement, this girl will tend to the male as if her life depends on it." At those words, a dangerous laugh slipped past the blood red lips of the Mistress. "It is ironic no, that you phrase it that way girl." She smiled as she saw the first small wiggles of the girl's ass as the ointment began working it's way on her aide. "Because those are the stakes tonight, life and death and power, and I want to have the secrets to be found in this ones blood and I will have the blood of any who stand in my way. A sudden scream caught their attention as the young French girl screamed loudly and began to struggle on the shaft as the pleasure had now changed into something new for the young French girl and her howls and muffled screams, along with the tears that were now pouring down her face, indicated to both Women, that one of the dishes had been brought to boil and was being cooked to perfection for later consumption, to be determined, if she would be meat or drink for the respite at the end of the playtime once playtime in the kitchen was done. |
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