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Chapter Sixteen She watched with delight from the observation walkway, above the cleaning areas. The two way glass allowing those who were going to enjoy the food, to watch it being prepared and cleaned and made ready for plating. Others of her kind would have been content to watch it from their luxury suites, and sometimes She did as well, but these two, especially the Male, intrigued and made her nervous with anticipation. She had to taste him for herself, no matter what the tests from the scientists showed her about him. She had to trust the instincts that had kept her alive and well all these years, through all the battles, all the politics, till she had made her way to the top of her Clan, and She was in no mood to surrender the power to any Clan leader, no matter what part of the World they controlled. She would not willingly give over any of her territory or people and if She was right about this one, a Huge Ace had just dropped into her lap and She was not going to let this moment and his blood escape her. The girl, if she survived the night, was cute enough to be used in a variety of ways, as slave, as furniture, as a piece of art work, hanging affixed from some wall or pillar, or even as a suspended chandelier adding a elegant touch to a deliciously wicked evening of sex, food, fun and games. She also knew of whorehouses and harems where she could sell the girl off if she grew bored with her, or ship her there for some training and bring her back more skilled to suffer and endure for the pleasure of others then the girl ever thought herself possible of doing. A low long wicked laugh slipped the lips of the Mistress as she let her mind picture some of the places she could ship the French wench off to, and have her brought back, better trained and of more value as a chip or pawn in the games between the clans and the others. She wondered what kinds of food and drink would go best on their display tables. They of course would be the main treat for She and her selected guests to use, but She would make sure the meat had treats of some kind adorning their bodies, so that as they were uncovered, during the meal, more of their bodies became viewable and accessible for when the Sexual need was to be fed along with the appetite. She knew Marcus would be joining her Shortly to go over the final choices for how the slaves would be dressed and plated, but the rumble in her soul raged strong with a blend of curiosity, need and fear. If She was right, her world would change and She would become a Stronger Force in the Clan Alliance, as word got out of her newly discovered supply of Pureblood. Clan science had tried to recreate the Pureblood via experimentation, and the more they tried, the closer they came, but all that meant, is that the demise of the test subjects was longer rather then sooner, as they worked out one flaw after the other. The demise of the test subjects was handled in the usual manner, as no part of the slave would ever truly be wasted, the bodies were cleaned, and disposed of through a variety of channels, depending on the need of the clan for fresh meat, body parts or whatever. The clan always believed in proper and full recycling of slaves, after their lives as they knew them were done. As the female aids walked out of the cleaning zone, off to some playtime of their own, She noticed Marcus approaching her. She smiled as he knelt before her and admired his dark skinned physique. She knew how passionate and intense he could be when stimulated, and She had always enjoyed being able to take him to different places and watch his attempts to keep up with her. "They are cleaned and denuded My Mistress" he said as he knelt before her and savored Her scent and the aura of Power he felt from her and the desire he felt for her every time he was in her presence. "Well done as always my Pet," her low sultry voice found his ears, as only hers could. "What do you think of these two?" She asked as she tilted his head up so She could see his eyes and feel and sense his heart in regards to the matter. "The girl has potential, the body is slender, but defined, She can be used in a variety of places and can handle with passion, it seems a lot of intensity. The girl does seem to love it rough, or at least with an audience," he replied, having viewed the Club tapes before he came up to her suite. "As you know Mistress, the club policy does not make employees open to the use of the general public, it is hard to keep good help if they disappear, under mysterious circumstances." He held his breath as he awaited Her reaction to his comments. They both knew She was one of the exceptions to the House rules here, but he had to do his job, since his ass could be brought up on charges and he might be one of those who suddenly was no longer part of the club staff, and in his soul he trembled at some of the other VIPS, that he had seen come and play in the club. He did not envy any of the souls that were taken and claimed, for his crew had to sometimes come through and clean out a play room completely, when the scene went too far and ended in the death of the slave. She chuckled softly as he said the words they both knew he had to say. "Ah my sweet boy," She caressed his cheek and felt the muscles in his face ripple softly to her touch. "I will not be angry with you, for I understand what you need to do to cover your ass here." She felt the sigh of relief flow through his body. "But now that the meat has been cleaned and denuded to your usual excellent standards, I want to make sure the Drinks are appropriate for the meat you lay out on the table and the foods that are used to decorate and plate them for presentation." "I will have a select few big wigs from the studios meeting with me to discuss doing the Photo work for the Ad campaign for the upcoming Christmas Blockbuster. They are key background people that green light the campaigns, and they all have their dark sides, so seeing the new meat like this, will not rattle their cages this deeply." "But I want a good Cognac served with the Male, make it "Amore" and have a few bottles nearby his tray with glasses and small ice bucket ready as needed." "For the French wench, I want a nice Chardonnay served, and I want a nice plating of Escargot to be plated around the girl's bound and displayed frame. Let's make sure She is decorated with some sliced cheeses, some fresh fruits, and some strips of sushi draped down her thighs and legs, some French meat sliced and draped across her breasts and stomach, you know the style I like Marcus." "That I do Ma'am", he said as he made his notes on the pad he kept with him. He had catered her events before and he knew the joy She took in having the slaves plated and decorated with style. "As far as for the male," She paused and shivered slightly, not sure if it was from lust or fear of what he could be, "I want him outlined with a spread of caviar cups that the guests can help themselves to, or take away it's setting beside him, and he is to be layered in Prime slices of Americanna foods, some deli sliced, others with a bit more meat in the prime cut. You of course can layer and coat him as you wish, but tonight, dinner is on then," She chuckled at the bad pun, "in more ways then one." Marcus finished his notes and smiled at the running joke they shared whenever She had slaves served up during one of Her visits to the Club. He paused and swallowed a nervous feeling as he was cautious in how he wished to broach this topic to the Mistress. "If I may speak freely M'Lady?" he said, stepping back and kneeling before her. She looked up in surprise as She watched him kneel in respect and a frown crossed her face. This was unlike Marcus, She thought, "I wonder what has come over him to request this of me?" She studied him closely, let her mind open to reach out and touch his, and found a sense of uneasiness pervading his spirit. This kicked her own senses into a deeper probing mode, since She rarely felt this aura of energy from him in all the times they had discussed menu plans. She took a long deep sigh, and on hearing that, Marcus shivered slightly, but kept his pose and waited to speak. "Very well Marcus," She said slowly, the darkness layered in her Voice, showing her puzzlement with his actions. He swallowed hard and tried to clear the lump from his throat and calm his heart that had suddenly started beating at a much more intense pace. "I thank you for your kindness, Mistress," came the shaky response from his voice. "But I do feel I'd not be best serving your interests if I did not make you aware of things I find somewhat troubling." Her ears perked up at his words and the caution He was using in stating his concerns. This was not the Marcus She had grown to love and cherish for his skills and love of the darkness. She took another deep breath to give herself time to calm her senses and stay tuned in to his words and his aura. "The girl, she is fine, she will be served up well and I think she can be of long term use to you, no matter where you may place her for further training and education as slave meat, a tasty lil wench She is, and She feeds on attention to her body, to the point She can endure and accept more pain then most of the slave candidates who enter their new lives." She nodded, wondering what this was leading to, although sensing his heartbeat increasing as he paused and caught his breath, She had a good feeling what she was aobut to hear from him. Marcus tried to sneak a quick look to get a feel for her mood as he sought to chose his words carefully and not anger her. But he could not be at peace until he had made his concerns known to the Mistress. "As far as for the male, Mistress," Marcus looked down and swallowed the lump in his throat and moved on. "I am not sure how best to say this to you, but there is something about him that troubles me." She felt her eyebrow lift at that comment. Marcus was one of those that was a good solider, one who followed orderfs well, but was not one of those who had previously shown an intutitive side when it came to dealing and prepping the slave flesh that was sent his way. If the male was able to rattle him to this degree, and stimulate a sensory preception that She had not seen in Marcus before, this was a good sign, but also an indication that the skills of one with Pureblood coursing in his veins, could prove problematic to any in the clan or of Her allies that might take a closer look at him. She knew her people could be very vain, and She herself enjoyed beauty, both male and female on scales that allowed Her to blend into any part of the world, with Clan or Humans and mix in naturally in the higher circles of Power. After all Hollywood and the Southern California lifestyle were built on beauty and the willingness of people to trade on that beauty for what they sought. She had counted on the fact that this male did not match the area's perceived standards of beauty, would work in her favor, but if Marcus could sense something different in him, She looked up and nodded for the aide to continue. Marcus shivered as he sensed her stiffening at his words, but he had opened his mouth now and he could not back away from his words or his concerns. "The male seems to be aware of the role he now is taken for, he has a sense of protective care for the female, which I used to bring him into line, but when I looked into his eyes Mistress," he paused as the memories of that encounter flooded back into his soul, and the emotional impact of that memory raced back along the connection She had established with Marcus's mind, She felt that emotion surge through him and shove her back into her seat, snapping the connection She had made with his mind. She leaned back in her chair, stunned by the psychic impact of the link with Marcus being shattered so quickly. Marcus himself had crumpled to the floor and was still moaning softly and holding his head as he shuddered from the connection to his Mistress being snapped that suddenly. The room was quiet as the two pulled themselves together, only the faint pounding of the house speakers could be felt as they both tried to shake off the sudden disruption of their psychic link. Marcus slowly rose to his feet, as She let her mind race back through her memories, trying to remember the last time a link with one of hers had been severed by a memory. Deborah came from behind the bar with drinks for both of them. A Blood Mary for the Mistress, they both smiled at the running joke the drink was for thenm, and a cubra libre in a shot glass for Marcus. She turned a wrist up and presented it to her Mistress who nodded softly and leaned in and lightly piereced the vein with her top fangs, and sucked on the skin to draw the blood in the girl's vein to the surface. She licked her lips at the taste of Deborah's blood on the tip of her tongue then turned the wrist over and let a small trickle of the girl's blood fall into the drink. Deborah sighed at the touch of the fangs on her vein, thrilled that she was able to again serve her Mistress in such an intimate way. She felt her eyes glaze over with the sexual rush of beiing tapped like this and felt her sex grow wet as she saw her blood on the lips of the Mistress and watched her blood being stirred into the drink she had prepared for the love of her life. As the fangs were withdrawn from the skin, the coagulant that helped stem the blood flow, went to work, and as the tapping of the vein was complete, both women knew that by the time the girl made her way back to her place, the only mark that would remain would be the two marks of where the fangs pierced the flesh. The Mistress had learned long ago, how to tap and take care of her personal source of blood, since a Clan leader always had to be sure of at least one source of blood that was untapped by any one else. She had seen other clan leaders taken out, when their core blood suppoly source was tampered with, and so She made sure her regional blood donors were kept safe at all costs. She nodded as a chair was brought up for Marcus and he was helped into it. She paused and took a long drink from the glass, letting the fresh blood blend with the drink, so that it tickled the back of her throat as she drank it. "I think I know where you are going with this, regarding the male, but I do know what I am dealing with here, and I do appreciate your concerns," She smiled ahd held her hand up to stop him from responding. "Trust me on this old friend," She savored the aroma of her drink, scented with the blood of her girl, "I have my reasons for keeping this one, and yes, I too have felt the effect of his eyes." She let a wicked chuckle slip her lips as a shocked look crossed his face. She waited for a moment to let him collect his thoughts. "We may want him blindfolded during the little party I am hosting here," She paused to enjoy her drink. She always enjoyed her drinks better when they were spiked with a fresh mix of hot blood, and she knew her girl was still feeling the rush from the earlier scenes and her private playtime with Dancer, the Club aide that had been provided as additional help for her needs throughout the night. "I am having a few select people join me for a meet, and the slaves will be food and fodder for me, to keep them distracted and wondering, and wanting." She grinned as She rose and began to pace while thinking about the high stakes gamble She was now playing with her slaves. The French girl, a sweet bonus treat and a diversionary tactic for any who came upon them before She had stored and secured them both. According to what She had seen and what Marcus had told her, the male slave was for some reason protective of the female as best he could be, and backed down when he learned his rebellious attitude would be taken out on her. "A gallant gentlman and now my slave," She thought as She shivered in want and exhileration as to what had fallen into her control in such an unexepected manner. "I will use the girl to keep him in line, they will be trussed up and plated in a pleasing way for my guests, and before the night is done, I will have my first taste of his blood to see if he is of the Pureblood clan. She paused and looked back at Marcus, "Have you recovered?" She asked, the look of the Huntress now darkening her eyes as She looked him over. He slowly stood, shook his head clear of the memories and the shattered link that She had shared with him. "I will make sure they are plated, secured, and the right parts are highlighted for artistic display and arousal My Mistress," he said and he bowed his head in respect to Her. She nodded, "I would have expected no answer less then that Marcus, but understand, both of these pets are very special to me and to the health of the clan, so if you and your team value your current status and wish to continue sharing in them, this evening best go well, or I promise a new role for each of you and the chance to see for yourselves, what the other slaves go through on their way to a new life." "But for now," She said as she stood and smiled as Marcus did the same, "a little bit of encouragement for you as I go find the guests who will be joining me for this event." She looked at Deborah and nodded, and smiled as her girl moved over to where Marcus stood, and dropped to her knees, running her hands down the Man's legs, slipping her hand in and finding what she was searching for. "Thank you Mistress," came the startled gasp from Marcus, as Deborah's lips found and began to feed on what they had been searching for. The Mistress let a small chuckle slip her lips as She exited the room to find and greet Her guests. "This night continues to be interesting" She thought as She knew her control of the man had now deepened due to the simple power of a well given sexual act. " "Let's see if the rest of the night proves to be a sweet blend of profit and power and that my life changes with the addition and verifcation of the Pureblood slave!" |
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