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Chapter Fourteen She sat in her chair in the Special Suite overlooking the main room dance floor. She saw and heard the noise and music blending together beneath her, and yet her mind was elsewhere. She was dealing with an impatience factor she rarely allowed herself to feel. For somewhere down in the dark wings of the club, her two new accquistions were being cleaned up and out and prepared for the next round of examination. She shook her head as she caught herself not breathing, thinking about what was possibly within her grasp, with the Pureblood, if he tested out that way, and as dessert, a sweet French coquette, to savor and savage in all the delicious ways She had learned to train and teach slaves since She had been turned to the darkness. She paced back and forth wondering when the signal would come in to let her know the slaves were ready for the next part of the ritual. If both survived this as they did the first one, then each would be moved and examined and marked separatly as property of the clan and prepared for shipment to the training center, before final reassignment as her minions would begin to remove any record of their existance from the Humans computers and data banks. She resisted the urge to call down and ask for a status report, She knew of Marcus and his crew, they did their jobs well, and were through, so that the meat was properly prepared and plated for the next presentation stage. If the slaves were found of good taste and blood, they could escape with their lives, and if flaws were found in heart and soul, their blood would not go to waste and the remains would be recycled into the special farms that the Clan had situated throughout the Country. So as She looked back to the clock,for the dozenth time, She stopped and sighed softly and returned to her Computer link with the Clan libraries down under to continue reviewing what notes and reports there were on Purebloods. The files reported as She had learned long ago, the more pure the blood, the more restorative effect it could have on the Vampire that fed from it. Scientists had discovered that for some reason, the quality of the blood was affected by the way it was tapped from the source. When the blood was drawn with force, the donor's body enzymes affected the potency of the blood and diminished it's oveall value, where as blood more willingly given, had a cleaner taste and flavor, and none of the fallout of the donor's chemical breakdown when the body was drained in a rough and extreme feeding frenzy. The clans were always protective of the areas, but one of the few things that could cause Leaders to band together and go on raids, was when word of a source of Pureblood had been obtained by one of the other clans. She had studied the files when she had first become clan leader, and then reviewed them when She came into Power in the Southern California Chapter as well. The raids and wars had been vicious as only Vampire wars can be, many humans always lost their lives in the collateral damage, and many a vamp had been staked out to a cruel final passing when thought to have information on the Pureblood source, but records also verified the healing powers and enhanced gifts that came to the Vampire Lord that controlled any source the Pureblood. She felt a nervous energy that went beyond the thrill of the Hunt. She also felt a edge of uncertainty and marvel at the possibliities that now faced her. In all her years since She had been turned, such a opportunity had never crossed Her path. That the male was able to return her gaze was extraordinary in and of itself, human sheep never did that once their minds were clouded. But She also felt stirrings inside her that were new as She realized He had studied her from top to bottom and She had to fight the urge to lower her eyes before him. She clicked off the computer screen and closed down the program. It wasn't that She didn't trust her people, She did or they would not be where they were, but with the stakes suddenly this Big, and She feeling stirrings that were strange to her, She had to exercise caution while She tried to verify what She had uncovered on what had been just a quiet visit to the Southern California market to rest and do a few celebrity parties and some exclusive photo sessions for some of the Jet-Set that had darker tastes then their fans were aware of. As she made her way out of the Suite on her way to the back corridors which led to the playrooms for the VIP , The House DJ slipped the song "Hips Don't Lie" into the system and the crowd roared in delight as the infectious Latin Rhythm pounded into the bodies dancing on the floor. She paused to watch and let a hungry smile cross the corner of her mouth, She remembered that one of the clan down in Argentina had the hots for the Female singer, and wondered if he was interested in the Male as well. She made a note to herself to check into that situation as She did not want unwarrented attention coming to any part of the family, while the beat stirred at her blood and the thought of what was within her grasp, caused her mind to snap to attention with a low growl of lust as to what She was going to do next to her slaves. The guards moved into their positions around her to serve as a buffer between the Mistress and the people that were dancing and partying all over the club. Their eyes scanning the room, while keeping the Mistress in the center zone of their mobile zone. She felt her instincts and senses sharpening to respond to the Hunger that was feeding in her soul, fighting the<b> curiosity </font></b>and nervous energy that was causing her Mind to race at breakneck speed over the ramifications of what was to come next if it all checked out. The debutantes, the pretenders, and those seeking their moment in the lights of Hollywood, all swarmed around her, the noise and scents buffeting her psyche as She continued her march for the back door, but this time, Her senses and powers were reaching down into the dungeon area, seeking out the male and the French coquette, because She had to know and know now, if her instincts were right and if so, to make steps to secure the Pureblood and send some samples off to the private lab to see about reproducing it without losing any of the original blood's effectiveness. The guards reached the back pathway, and nodded to the house security, who cleared the path and stepped back as She stepped up her pace, moving as quickly as the security team had ever seen her move. Two of the guards stopped as She blew past them and looked at each other in confusion as to her hurry. The squadron leader moved in from the back and simply said, "I don't know why, but if She gets too far out in front of you two, in the mood She's in...." He paused and saw his words strike home as both guards shivered and pulled themselves together and they all moved into the hallway to keep up with their Mistress. Meanwhile, down in the shower room, Marcus was motioning for his crew to fully run the slaves through the showers, to clean them off. He had made the slaves wait and let their stomachs begin to bloat from the enema that was run into each of them, but not allowed to come back out due to the plugs he had fitted into their ass, blocking the natural flow of the fluid once it had done it's job inside their intestines. The two had been trapped bent over in their stocks for close to 45 minutes as the pressure built and grew. He smiled as he heard the groans from the French girl and the moans from the man as the pressure built inside both of them. He had thought of several ways to continue to break them down and teach them their new roles in life. It was not the first time He and his crew had been given fresh meat to clean and prepare, and the sounds the slaves made when release from the backed up enema was always amusing as was the major gush of fluids and material from their cleaning out. Many times he had others secured underneath a slave, who was just about to have their plugged pulled and then He and his staff would roar in delight as the slave relieved themselves all over the other slave trapped underneath the flow. A little humiliation of both always continued the stripping them of ego and sense of self, since their lives were never to be the same and the sooner they learned that, the longer a life of service they could have as new slaves for the Dark Lords and Ladies that bought and traded in such flesh and bodies as these two. But he knew he did not have as much time as he would want to strip these two down, since he had been tipped off that their Owner was pacing in her Suite above the main dance floor, so with a reluctant sigh, he signaled to his staff and they rolled the girl and man into the walled off showers area and began to remove them from the stocks, and secure them from the hooks that dangled in the center of the tiled shower area. Both slaves groaned as they straightened up, their bodies screaming from the cramped and locked in positions they have been imprisioned in, and both spotting bulges in their bellies as the solutions that were injected into their rears, continued to swirl and swish around and cause bloating and pain in it's own way. The girl was limp, almost unconscious on her feet as they secured her hands into the restraint cuffs, the girl moaned softly in her gag as she hung limp, breasts swollen, but stomach now swelling more as the fluids inside her settled into a new place bringing pressure and pain to her weary and aching body. The man groaned as he was raised from his bent over position in the stocks and guided into place beneath the restraint cuffs he would be bound in as well. Marcus studied him and wondered why the interest in this one, As the aids strapped him into place, Marcus circled the two slaves and wondered what use could be found for the male. He could see the strain in the eyes of the male slave and yet sensed a reserve of calm that laid in back of those hazel eyes. He moved in and pulled back on the male's head of hair and whispered softly, "I do not know what She sees in you meat, and if I had more time with you, I would make sure that you are drained and trained to properly be slavemeat for whomever bids on your sorry ass." Their eyes met as the slave turned his head towards Marcus. Marcus stepped back, growling at the feelings the glance stirred inside his soul and backhanded the male slave who rocked from the impact. As he moved in closer, he leaned in and lete his words be filled with menace and promise. "You best trust me on this one slave, your mistakes, she will pay for with her pain and suffering, and your ears and eyes will see the sorrow you bring to her if you defy me, or eyeball me like that again. Do I make myself clear slave?" The nervous energy he felt when meeting the slave's eyes diminished somewhat as the slave lowered his head and nodded his understanding of the trainer's command. Marcus pulled his short tailed crop from his belt and lashed the backs of both slaves with 10 lashes to make sure the male knew he meant business. He rocked from the blows as he hung there with his hands chained overhead, he reached deep inside to try and absorb the pain as he knew the girl was just about out on her feet. He groaned as the lashes stirred the blocked up fluids inside him and the pain of the unreleased enema continued to swell and increase the pressure on body parts not used to this intense level of pain and degredation. He still did not know what was their fate, and had no idea where his friends were that brought him here, his sole focus was the moment he was enduring now as the last of the lashes landed on his ass and he sagged in relief as the pain in his ass continued to add to the list of aches and pains that were flooding in from all over his body. The sound of the lashes reveberated around the tiled shower area as both slaves hung there, bloated bellies, glazed over eyes, barfely breathing, more like sides of beef waiting to be hauled into the kitchen, then the human beings they were when each entered the club that night. Yet in spite of it all, his balls were still swollen from the night, even though the harness had been taken off them, and his cock was stiff and errect in spite of all he had gone through. The girl, although drained and exhausted, her body marked with the lash, her breasts were still supple and young, the nipples swollen and hard and as was discovered with a quick feel between her legs, the sex was throbbing, dripping and her lower lips were plump with need, showing both slaves could be sexually worked well either sensually or more intensely, which would up their price and the variety of those's whose tastes ranged from simple to destructive. Marcus grinned and then shuddered, he would make money off these two, but would not trade places with them no matter what the offer. Two young Asian she-males were brought in, on leash and chained and in shackles, they were led to between the slaves hanging from their shackles, and slowly turned around, and then stripped of their loincloth, so both slaves could see the young breasts on the she-males and the hard cocks that both were sporting as they were made to kneel between the legs of the girl, and the other led to his place, and made to kneel before the male slave. Both new slaves, had their faces made up, lipstick and rouge, the eye lashes and blush to accentuate the feminity of their faces. Marcus smiled as the girls chained the new slaves to the floor and whispered last minute instructions to the she-males, and the men reached behind the hanging slaves and found the hoses and powered them up. The girls stepped back from the slaves and behind a safe barrier, to be ready for what they would do next after this had been done. "On my mark," rang out Marcus's voice into the Shower stalls. The she-males nodded, without looking up as their chained hands reached up to the slaves they knelt before. The Male slave lifted his head and looked around, he saw that Sophie was stlll off in another world mentally, and he looked down to see the she-males before them and his mind began to spin as he heard the word, "Now" ring out in the room, and a sharp pain was triggered in his Ass, as chained hands reached for his cock and began sucking on it and he felt the pop of his ass coming unplugged and his body beginning to empty himself of the fluid and waste. He howled into his gag as the pain and pleasure swept past his defenses, his body being emptied and cleansed, and his body again being used for the pleasure of others. His eyes closed as the variety of emotions, both good and bad, flooded his soul and conscious and he felt his vision grow dark around the edges as he saw what Sophie was going through, a mirrored reflection of what he felt being done to hiim. Both slaves screamed into their gags and danced in their chains as the fluids sprayed out from them and the she-Males continued their work on sexually driving both of them over the edge. Marcus stepped back and laughed as his work was having the desired effect. The girls were busy preparing for the next stage and the slaves were still emptying as they were being drained by the she-males. The mess was all over the slaves and the she-males, but they continued feeding on the sex of the slaves, knowing to stop would bring pain and punishment to them. The bodies in the chains, still shuddered from the expulsion of the fluids and the mixture was the usual mess and mixture of liquid and dissolving remains, and with the heads of both hanging slaves, limp and leaning forward, Marcus nodded to the men who stood at a safe distance and high pressured hoses were trained on all the slaves in the stall. The nozzles were opened up and a steady flow of cold water lashed out and began to drench all the slaves in the stall area, battering and drenching all slave flesh and cleaning the mess from the new slaves, while they were milked and drained by the chained she-males, all shivering under the rush of the cold water and reviving the hanging slaves from the darkness that had nearly allowed them to escape this nightmare that they were now enduring. "Stop," rang out the command from Marcus after sufficent time had passed, and the water was turned off and the hoses were stored for the moment. He paused to inspect the scene in front of him. All four slaves were drenched to the bone, the mess that had been splattered on all of their bodies was gone, the kneeling slaves, knelt back, each one's face coated with the juices or cum of the slave they had been assigned to. All of them breathing heavily and all with their heads down and eyes lowered. He was pleased as he entered the stall and saw the mess washed away and the four looking like wet rats. He tilted the chin of one of the she-males and found him licking his lips from the cum he had swallowed from the male, and saw that his counterpart had the juices of the female on his lips too. He looked to his men and smiled, "take these two down, clean them up and then enjoy them as you wish." His men smiled and began to discuss which one they wanted and what they would do with them and which room they would take the she-males to. The she-males lowered their heads to the floor, shivering and shuddering at what might happen as the male staff came, attached a leash to their collars and undid the chains that held them in place before the hanging meat. As they were led off to their next task, following the men who now owned their bodies for the next 2 hours, Marcus summoned the girls from the shearing room where they had been preparing for the next stage of the process. They arrived and knelt before him, heads bowed, legs spread as trained and hands behind their necks fingers interlocked as all staff members in these levels must kneel before a Superior. "We've stripped and cleaned them out girls, now it is time to clean then off and make them up. I want them both sheared and hair free from the neck down, so make them bare from neck all the way down to their feet, for when We plate these two and serve their meat, I don't want any hair between one's teeth." The girls nodded and unhooked the girl first and laid her out on a transport table and secured her into a spread eagled position while Marcus undid the chains of the male and simply said, "On the table, meat" to the man, who nodded through his gag and slowly crawled up onto the table and placed hs arms and legs in the expected position as Marcus nodded his approval at the male's obedience. He secured the meat onto the tray and turned them both over to the girls, knowing the male was in for a grooming that would bare him on another deeper level outside of what was going to be done next. |
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