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Chapter Eleven The silence that filled the room almost swallowed them all up, after the major finish to the action in the dungeon that night. The Mistress looked pleased as She saw that orgasms had been pulled from the man and the girl and that the first stage in their testing had been finished and that both of them were still conscious. Granted, just barely as She looked at the male, sagging in his chains. She knew the only thing keeping him on his feet were the chains that held his hands over his head, and the weight of his body wanting to collapse after being worked and teased and tortured till finally release was granted and She smiled at how hard he came in his chains, this showing her, the fire and passion inside him, and it continued to suggest that this was a pureblood, one that could alter the life of She and the clan for years to come. She pointed to the French girl and nodded to the club staff that came in. "Take her down, and then take them both to the back for cleaning and care. I am not through with them yet, but I want them at their best for the next round." She smiled as She saw Deborah working Dancer, on a small couch over in the corner, both sweating and covered with marks, as they took the sexual energy that had built up from the previous work with the slaves, to allowing them the chance to enjoy the sheer sexual need that had risen in each one and needed the release that this intimacy could give them. She knew they would play and then shower and clean up and prepare for the other events to come. As She paused at the cell door, She turned back to look at the slaves. "Round One is done my pretties," She smiled as he was let down from his shackles and he collapsed to the floor, and She smiled as She listened to the soft moans and mutterings of the French girl, as they eased her off the dildo she had been impaled on while hanging from the Cross. "Catch your breath my pets, for you have made in through the appetizer, up next, prepared to be served up as the Main Course." She then turned and left the room as the Club guards laid the girl down beside the man, rolled them both onto their stomachs and cuffed them into a simple hogtie while they were cleaning up the room and preparing the slaves to be taken back for clean up and preparation for the Main session. He laid there, weak and unable to move, as his strength had been drained from him after the session. He could barely open his eyes, let alone think of moving as he was dragged over out of the way and laid on his stomach and felt his hands cuffed behind him, his ankles shackled and a simple rope between the two sets of steel, pulled tight, bringing a groan from his tired body as he was secured in a hogtie, and left to wonder what was next. He ached all over and the strain on what his body had just endured sunk deep into his psyche and soul as he tried to process all that had happened to him since he had been led in on collar and leash to this club, what seemed like ages ago, and in a different lifetime. As he gasped for breath and tried to calm and collect himself, his mind was stirring with the things that had happened to him this night. The eyes of the Mistress and her face still filled his soul as he remembered the first time their eyes met, and the look of surprise he saw in her eyes when he lifted his head and returned her gaze. She had defiantly not expected that, and he could see that in her body language. Those eyes though held more then he could see, but he knew there was something deeper to this Woman then most of the people fawning over her in the club had any concept of. He'd always been able to get a sense of folks, call it an aura or instinct, but it had always given him a good feel for who he was dealing with, and he had learned to trust it over the years. He shook his head slowly, the effort making him wince as he tried to flex and stretch his muscles as the hogtie would allow him. His loins were aching, his back and ass were marked and sore, he could not think of one body part that did not ache, and yet, as he remembered what they had done with the French girl, he groaned in appreciation at how well She had looked strung up on that Cross and how She first sought the dildo, then struggled and moaned in her restraints after the special sauce had been applied. The screams and howls in French for mercy and release, along with the beauty of the girl being worked that way, reached deep into his soul and he had to admit, he enjoyed seeing her worked like that. The dungeon was breathtaking to him as he had been led in, and when he came around the steps and saw Sophie hanging from the Cross, he almost lost his control at that moment. But then he was dragged to his place and locked into the shackles and he found his attention diverted by Deborah and dancer, so he was unable to fully find pleasure in her sufferings, but to torture him, they allowed him enough visual stimulation to keep him hard and swelling into the cage that they had locked around his cock and balls. In fact they had kept the scene so hot, the pain of his body being excited by what they were doing with Sophie had added to the suffering he had endured, because he was kept from the release he had sought. He felt his heart slowing down as he had the chance to rest, even hogtied as he was. He could not allow himself to wonder about what was upcoming, as he was still trying to recover from what had just happened. A fleeting thought about where his friends were crossed his mind, when that thought was distracted by the sounds of a body being plopped on the floor beside him, a small whimper in French and the sounds of handcuffs and shackles and a rope being run through the steel, caused him to turn his head and find they had laid Sophie beside him. Her eyes were closed and he could see the tear streaks down her cheeks as She sobbed softly beside him. He allowed himself to study her, to inspect the marks on her body as much as his hogtied position would let him. He saw the collar around her throat and knew it matched the one he wore around his. He saw the O ring that dangled from the collar where she and he could be leashed and led, or chained to where ever their keepers took them. He listened to her as She sobbed and murmured in French while her body began to recover from what She had been taken through. He tried to raise his head to inspect her back and ass better, and a quick lash of the crop across his ass from one of the trainers, reminded him to keep his head down and not push his luck. "Oh My God," he heard her exclaim, "such pain, such pleasure, I did not think they would ever let me come, and oh Eric, I felt as if I would die when they placed that mixture on the shaft." She turned her head to him and opened her eyes, as he watched them focus on her, he saw the hope in her eyes fade when she saw it was not Eric. She winced as the cuffs cut into her hands as she tried to settle into place and let her body process all the pain she had gone through. She paused to lick her lips and then looked at him. "What is going to happen next to us Sir?" She looked closer and her eyes focused in as she recognized him. "Mon Dieu" she said as she licked her dry lips. "What have you gotten me into?" She asked as she squirmed in her place, and tried to find a comfortable spot, until with a squeal and the smack of a crop on her ass, she too settled into place and looked to him for help in understanding what was going on. "What have I gotten you into?" he said, a puzzled look crossing his face as they saw the room being cleaned and wiped down. "Silly girl, I'm in over my head here and you are blaming me for your ass being in this mess? Obviously, someone took a fancy to you and decided to take you for a ride. If you'll recall, the last time i saw you before here, I was kind of chained and locked in place on display." He would have said more, but at that time, two of the club aides knelt down with ball gags and ordered them to shut up and to open their mouths. Slowly, both he and the girl did and groaned as the gags were pulled back into their mouths and strapped into place. The only sounds now to be heard from the pair were the short gasps of breath from their nostrils and the occasional whimper from the girl as her pains and aches still continued to work their way down deeper into her body and soul. He saw two push carts being rolled their way and then darkness fell over him as they slipped blindfolds over both he and the girl to secure them for<b> traveling. </font></b>He felt a grunt as 2 sets of hands reached under him and lifted him up and onto the cold metal tray, causing him to shiver at the sudden shock of the cold metal on his hot flesh. He heard a rattle of chains and then felt his collar being tugged out from him, and the sound of a click snapping into place as he was tethered to the tray, and because it amused his handlers, they also snapped a pair of thumb cuffs around his big toes to keep his feet together as they took their pleasures from being able to handle both slaves casually and freely. The groans and mutters he heard from the side, showed that the French girl was recovering her spirit and her recovery amazed him as to how feisty she could be. "Ah the joys of youth", he thought to himself as he heard her squeal when her body was laid down on the cold tray. He chuckled into his ballgag as he heard her squirm and mutter and struggle to no avail as they secured her a easily as they had him, and blindfolded her as well, while helping themselves to some solid groping of her body as her mutterings turned more into moans as they played her sexually into the wanting wench she seemed to be. His thoughts were shaken abruptly when the cart was pushed forward and he felt them wheeling him out of the dungeon. He did not know how they would get them up the stairs, but he had not seen any other way in or out of the room, and in any case, he was in no position to take action as he was still feeling the effects of the scene and since he was not quite as young as his partner in this experiment, he knew it would be best to conserve his energy, let her blow off her nervous fears, till she learned, and to wait and see what would befall them next. As they were rolled across the room, he felt the cool of the air conditioner in the room begin to chill the place down again and off in the distance it seemed he could hear the beat of the main floor room, where the dancers and others, unaware of what lay beyond the speakers, danced, drank and celebrated life on a Saturday night in Southern California. He felt the tray come to a stop and then felt a rush of wind blow over him as he lay there on the tray and then was pushed out of the room and into a corridor it seemed, he was totally at a loss to know where he was, blindfolded and gagged and secured as he was. He heard Sophie whimper as her tray table cleared the bump and the bass from the main room speakers thumped firmly along the walls as they were pushed down the hall and onto their next destination. Deborah and dancer had finished their playtime while the two slaves were being secured, and were now pushing the carts down the hall, smiling at each other over the two slaves as they struggled on their trays and then they smiled at each other, licking their lips of the taste of the other girl each had enjoyed during the after care session. Deborah was a contented girl, she was with her Mistress again, they had gone hunting tonight and Mistress was very excited and fired up. She did not know why Mistress was so intent on the male, but she understood her ass would be at risk if she did not make sure he made it to all the test stations Mistress wanted the two run through tonight, and She also had the pleasure of playing with the bodyguard the club assigned them, and wondered what it would be like to mark dancer as her own. The small caravan continued down the hall, and into a service elevator that opened up for them. The two carts were pushed side by side and in the struggle to get everybody into the lift, the bodies of the slaves rolled into each other on their sides, placing them in an awkward spooning position. Both slaves were still tethered by the neck collar to their respective carts, but now she was on her side, her back to him,and their bodies now rubbed up against each other as the lift began to descend deeper into the club. Deborah smiled as she watches the two try and settle themselves into place, and she grinned as the cuffed hands of Sophie found the Male's joystick and her hands clutched onto it and held on, pulling him closer to her as her hands fondled his sex into an growing sense of excitement. The girls both smiled as they watched the two slaves reposition themselves, and the whimpers of pain turn into coos of delight from the girl as she found his cock and balls and began to fondle and massage them as if it were a security blanket for her. Even though both slaves were blindfolded, their faces were mirrors of what each one was feeling, as Sophie smiled into her ballgag and continued to find comfort in the contact with his cock which continued to respond to her caresses. He on the other hand was wincing and struggling as she was pulling at times on him as well as stroking him and working him into an excited state. Her off balance fondling meant sometimes she was soft and other times yanking his joystick with a force that caused him to wince and growl into his gag. But both girls noticed that the Sophie's ability to reach out and hold onto his cock, served to calm her down and make it easier to transport the two, so they decided to let the situation be, especially since her gropes and grabs caused him pain as well as kept him hard and when he would try and arch back to pull out of her grasp, her hands would frantically reach out and around as much as the hogtie would let her, until they pushed him closer to her hands again, and with a happy moan, she began playing with him again, wanting nothing more then the feel of his shaft in her hands for now. He was sure his face was beet red, and her touch was inconsistent enough for him to relax and enjoy her touch, but he could not avoid her hands and when he tried to arch back, he felt a hand in the small of his back, pushing him closer to Sophie and he knew that he had no choice. He growled into his gag, eliciting giggles from the Girls guarding them, and the moans and sighs from Sophie, told him She was quite happy being able to play with him, and to his surprise, it seemed to calm her down, as her hands rubbed his cock and his body responded, her breathing steadied and her fear seemed to diminish, she tried to push back into him, as if the touching of their skin, made it easier for her to handle what was happening to her. She leaned her head back as much as she could on his chest, the collar chain pulling taunt to where she could just rest it lightly on his chest, but the first time she was able to do that, he could hear a long sigh escape her nostrils as she seemed to draw strength from the one person going though this with her. He felt a moan slip his lips as her hands found a rhythm stroking his shaft and he felt the pressure build inside his loins as his cock stiffened and grew, to the delight of not only Sophie, who played his shaft as best she could, cuffed as she was, but unseen by the two slaves, both their Keepers were watching with a grin as the sexual foreplay, kept the slaves manageable as they were about to be run through the cleaning and care section of the club, where slaves were made ready for their next session. The two slaves now seemed to slip into a world all their own as Sophie pushed back into him and stroked and fondled his cock and balls, and he found his body responding to her persistence and his hips bucked forward into her as they both seemed to sense, She was close to milking him of his fluid, and her moans grew more pronounced as she tried to guide his cock towards her ass or her pussy, but found the cuffs and ropes of the hogtie, were going to keep him out of her, no matter how hard she sought to guide him into her, and her frustration grew when she realized that all this work would only get that precious cream on her skin and not deep within, where she really needed to feel it right now. Both slaves were gasping and struggling with the need and desire to find release, and their bodies contorted in painful shapes on the tray tables as the Keepers watched and commented. But just as he went into one last arch and growl, the lift came to a stop and the jolt of the cab, shook his cock out of her hands just as Sophie had taken him to the edge, and with a muffled moan from the girl, and a cry of frustration from him, they fell away from each other as the door to the lift opened up and he shot his load as Deborah pushed his cart into the hall and his juice spurted into the air and onto the tray table he was strapped to. Sophie moaned loudly in frustration at having her joy taken from her just when She was about to feel his juice on her and sobbed softly as she was repositioned by dancer and moved out into the hall behind them. The rush of the moment that had cheered her spirits and brought her some joy out of a nightmare evening had been taken from her and her spirits crashed hard as She heard the laughs of the girls at her suffering. As he felt his tray being pushed down the hall, he struggled in his chains and felt the embarrassment of being handled so easily, and even the pleasure of an orgasm was stripped from him as he felt the fluid pool onto the table as he was rolled over onto his stomach, he felt the juice rub up against his skin and shivered in shame and humiliation, wondering what next was to come for them before the night was done. |
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