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Chapter Twenty Two He lay there on the table, struggling to understand all that was going on around him. He remembered the work that the nurse did on him and sophie and how she explained what had been done to them as part of the plating preparation. He again tried to make his body respond, and again his limbs refused to obey. He could feel the oils being slathered over his body and the sushi and other fish being draped and positioned around his body and felt his cock and balls being further oiled along with the leather harness tightly wrapped around him and groaned as the pressure increased from the stimulation of his body. He felt the table he was strapped to, being moved into the room and his head bounced a bit as it was pushed over a rise and it knocked his head over to his left where he could see them working on the French girl and strapping her in on her belly, where as he was on his back, and bringing in some strange machines and things that looked like breast pumps. His eyes opened in wonder as he had always known about the fetish that included milking women, and the pleasures that it brought, he had been told of events and places where that had happened to women, some willing, others unprepared for it, and it had always made him wonder what the process would look like and sound like with a female body being milked that way. Sophie was gagged, so she couldn't be understood, but she moaned loudly and screamed into her gag as they laid her out on the table and dropped her breasts through the special holes in the board and began to strap her down and hook up the suction cups to the frame and her breasts. He saw the tubing being unwound remembered the nurse saying She had given the girl injections to stimulate the lactation process and prime the pump so to speak, so he listened and watched the process, with a curiosity that was both intellectual and sexually driven as well. The people knew what they were doing, since they moved quickly and efficiently around the girl, locking her into place, oiling her body and plate up and making ready to place meats and cheeses in and around her body as well. He caught a quick glimpse of the girl's face as it was turned in his direction and saw the fear in her face, some tears still on her cheeks, yet a glazed over look that said she was either retreating from all the efforts being done with her mentally, or she was getting turned on by the way they were handling her body and she was becoming more sexually aroused then one should be considering all that had happened to the both of them tonight. They hooked the tubes to the end of the funnel cups that were locked into place, and attached to the miling machine. He was not sure of the engine being used to power the machine, but winced when they powered it up. It was a noisy little thing as it warmed up. He could not hear what was going on for a few moments, but the look on Sophie's face as the suction effect pulled on her breasts was an amazing sight, the look of shock in her eyes as the tuned machine began to run more smoothly and quieter as the suction and pumping began to hit it's rhythm and you could see the rise and fall of the breasts as they cups held them in place, working to bring the first drops of milk from the French slave's young breasts. He continued to watch with fascination as the machine began it's steady task of turning the waitress from earlier in the evening, into something new, yet something old, a slave, a female one at that, to be used like any other piece of merchandise on the property. Her dreams and desires were no longer important, she was like human livestock, owned for the specific purpose of the Owner, and she needed to learn her place if she wished to survive the days to come. He had no idea what would happen to either of them when the night was over, he moaned as he felt some wax from the small candles nipple clamped on his breasts, drip from the stick and onto his swollen nipples and chest. He had no idea of what time it was, but he knew that there were parts of Hollywood and West L.A. that partied all night, and he was certain that this place was equipped to go no matter what. He saw a flash of white out of the corner of his eye and saw the nurse kneeling down by Sophie, to check on her bonds and the pumps steadily sucking and pulling on her breasts. He could not see if milk was flowing yet, but he could hear the moans and groans come from the French girl as the nurse's hand reached between the girl's legs and the breast machine continued to apply it's pressure and sucking efforts to take the French slave into lactation. He heard the voice of Marcus snap out commands to the staff and the Chef and his crew to finish with the plating process since the Mistress would soon be by for final inspection before the guests were brought in for the treats after the negotiations were taken care of. He heard Marcus asked the nurse how long it would take before a steady stream of milk would be weaned from the French cow, and the nurse said it depending on the girl, what good health she was in and if she had ever lactated before. The first time milking of a slave always took longer because the body had never been pregnant which turned on the breast milk naturally. So since this one seemed not to have given birth, it would take the machines a bit longer in combination with the medication injected into the cow, before she would begging to provide milk and a possible reason for the Mistress to wish to add her to the farm, or assign her to what ever her new life would be here. Marcus turned and saw the male slave watching them and the female cow that was being milked. He grinned as he saw how the sight of the male's girl being pumped and primed for milking, had made the boy's cock stand even more straight and swell. The colors of the shaft darkening from the restriction of the leathers on the blood flow through the shaft. From his own experience, he knew how sensitive and aware the cock was like that. He could also see the first drops of fluid leaking from the slit on the head of the cock. He moved over and studied the boy, wondered what the Mistress had in mind for him, "the girl would be of much more use overall then this one" he thought as he pulled out the special kit that he had been ordered to use on the man who was now looking well decorated with foods and garnishes as the sous chefs finished their work on the two trays of slave meat and the foods that they would bear for the enjoyment of the Mistress and the guests. Marcus left the nurse to finish her work with the slaves and he moved over to wash his hands for the next task. The Mistress had ordered a special blindfold for the male, he stopped his line of thought and said, the boy, once they are designated slaves, they are not male or female, they are boy or girl, and She had called for a most unusual blindfold for the boy, pitch black contact lenses. He had not had cause to use them much, but once they were installed, the person could not see anything through them. But it looked to others as if the person had dark eyes. He had worn them once during a play session with the Mistress and knew how effective they were, but he had rarely seen them called out for slave use, the standard ways of sight deprivation used on slaves was easy enough to work with. After all they were just slaves, although some of the means of taking their sight away was creative for slaves, he had never seen the lenses used until tonight. But as he remembered back in the other room when his eyes had been locked in a glance with the boy and how he found it impossible to break away from the moment and how it seemed that the boy could see right into his soul and but speak the word and he would obey. Marcus shook his head from the memory of it, thankful that his Mistress had arrived in time to prevent him from doing anything foolish with the boy. A soft laugh filled his throat as he looked at the man, he was in his mid 40's and on the heavy side, although when dendued and oiled up, he did show a certain sheen that Marcus knew would please some of the raunchier clientele that frequented the club. He also noticed how well the seafood, sushi and otherwise was being plated on the boy's body with the garnishes made both the boy and girl look quite delicious on numerous levels. He moved to the top of the table and moved the boy's head back into position and simply said, "I know you can hear me boy, and you have some skills and obedience, this will serve you well with what lies before you. For now, open your eyes for me and do not resist, this is done per the orders of the Mistress who now owns you and the french cow, and if you wish for a life to live, you will continue to adapt, obey and serve with all that you are. If you understand me, blink your eyes twice and them keep the right one open." He stepped back a bit to see the look of awareness cross the boy's face, and a deep sigh slip through the O ring ball gag that was strapped between the boy's lips. The boy blinked his eyes twice per command and then opened up his right eye and awaited what was to come. As he tried to keep his eye open for Marcus, he felt his eyelid twitch and quiver as the lens was moved into position. He had always had trouble keeping his eyelid still when wearing his contacts, so he was both surprised and delighted to feel his eyebrow twitch and flicker again. Could it be he was starting to feel more of his body? Marcus patiently waited till the boy's eye steadied, for the blackout lens had to be placed precisely over the cornea. He knew that the lenses would obscure the boy's sight and vision and make him less of a threat to the Mistress and the others while they ran their tests on he and the girl and determined their value for the Mistress and where their new lives would begin at. He added some eye drops into the boy's eyes as he made sure the first lens settled into place and moved to the other eye, he wanted to be done soon, since he was sure the Mistress would be here soon for last minute inspections before the party took place and the winners were rewarded and the losers met their fate. Marcus grunted as he tried to keep the other eyelid open and apply the other lens. He remembered what it felt to be trapped in this one's gaze and how it weakened his will and ability to chose what he wanted to do. Only the Mistress had this effect on him when She brought him into Her employment and She promised that only She would have this effect on him. She wanted him strong to help her deal with the humans as they came in and out of the club, and to coordinate other security matters as well. He remembered when he went through his initiation into Her service and how he felt when She first drank from him, the rush that flowed through his body as She marked him as Her own. He had made his peace with his life and was content to serve and enjoy it as long as it kept him near Her side. He blew out a deep breath that he had been holding as he finally got the other lens into place, blindfolding the boy, and yet, leaving his face accessible with that O ring gag strapped nicely into place, keeping his mouth open for any who would wish to use it later on. He chuckled as he ran his hand along the slave's body and smiled, he knew the Hollywood types the Mistress dealt with and had no doubt that the holes on both the boy and girl would be well used before it was all said and done. As the slave felt his vision being taken from him by the Contact lenses, his mind tried to process all that had happened to him since he had agreed to come into the club collared and cuffed along with his friends. He wondered where they were at and if they had any idea of what was happening to him. He groaned as he heard people scurrying around making things ready and he felt hands shaping and shoving his body into place as the foods and garnishes were being draped and decorated over his nude body. He wondered how Sophie was dealing with it all, as it was frustrating feeling what was happening to him, but not able to respond or defend from the numerous hands that copped a feel over his body and his manhood. He was frustrated, but also curious and his body had been worked into a state of sexual need from all the things that had been done to him. He was very uncomfortable laying nude and oiled up like this, his role was usually on the other side of the leash in the lifestyle games, but he knew that when collared, his role was turned inside out and he had to serve for however long the collar remained on his neck. Usually he could gather a good feel as to how long a scene would run, but from what he had heard and been told, this was something very very different, and could rival some of those stories he had heard from his sources about parties that went on and with the people that dropped out of sight because someone with the buck and the balls, wanted to claim them for their very own. He had lost all track of time, and although he was tired and weary, the drugs kept him alert, if inert and aware of all that was happening around him. He could also hear the steady sounds of the milking machine doing it's work on Sophie and her occasional moans through her O ring gag as her breasts were sucked and coaxed closer to their first time giving milk. He was fascinated by what was being done with her, as he had heard numerous stories about other girls being milked and harvested from other parties for storage and usage for the involved. He had no idea how long they would keep the girl and he together, but he would do what he could to help her survive this evening, no matter what happened to him. The sound of a door opening from over to his left, caught his attention, along with the collective inhaling of all the workers in the room. He wondered what it meant, and then shivered as the accented sound of the Mistress's voice filled the air, asking questions and commenting in that sweet Australian voice of Hers that held as much strength in her vocal chords as it did seduction. He knew from what he had seen of Her in the Club and what he had seen watching Her supervise the tests and trials that he and Sophie had been subjected to. The energy of the room seemed to take on a whole new level of intensity as She began to inspect the room. He felt his eyes blinking rapidly as he adjusted to this new form of blindfold and wondered where the idea originated. The lens would have to be so generic that it would not interfere with the vision of the slave, yet cover the lens sufficiently to make sure that no vision was possible from the person who wore them. His ears strained to listen for all the information he could garner from the various conversations that were going on. He heard the calm tones of the Mistress as She asked her questions and sensed the nervousness in the answers of the Chef, Marcus and the nurse as well. He knew that he had been taken into a far darker level of the club that his friends had no knowledge of. He did not know how the Club would handle his friends asking about him when the Club closed down for the day, and he wondered when that might happen. As the noise and chatter moved closer to where he and Sophie were staked out and plated up amidst the food that draped each slave's body, he heard the quiet controlled power of the Mistress and the nervous softness of the nurse who was explaining what she had injected into both of them. The moans from Sophie grew louder and he assumed it was because the Mistress was checking out the work of the crew. He took a deep breath as the sound of her Voice and the scent that he was picking up from the Mistress now filled his senses with the seductive power that She wore with ease as She did the amazing dress he had seen Her wearing when She entered the Club earlier that night. Her scent in his nostrils took him back mentally to earlier in the evening before all this had happened and he was chained to the pillar in the club, wondering where the night would lead him before his friends came back for him and they all headed back home. He took as deep a breath of air as his O ring ball gag would allow him and had almost lost himself in the memory, when a low growl, mixed with anger and fear flooded the room. The sound snapped him out of his drugged state of consciousness as he heard the Mistress fire off her questions and the nervous and confused sound of the nurse's voice struggle to answer Her. He strained to hear the answers, and felt the stillness in the room as the Mistress sought an explanation from the nurse who was gasping for air as she struggled to answer the Mistress. He heard to voice of Marcus near the women, asking the Mistress to please released the nurse as the guests were almost ready to join them. "The Blood will tell," he heard the Mistress say and then a gasp and soft sigh from the nurse filled his ears as he tried to figure out what was happening right beside him. The room was still with the exception of the drama happening near him, the low growl of the Mistress, the whimpering sounds coming from the nurse, playing over the background sounds of the milking machine pumping and sucking some virginal milk from the French cow/slave known as Sophie. He had no idea what was happening, all he could tell is that the moans were growing weaker and shifting tone from fearful to happy, and the growl and sucking sound he heard also changed the timber of it's sound, going from an angry and fearful growl to a cold determined sucking sound as the Mistress continued to feed on the blood of the hapless nurse, trapped in the grip of the Mistress who was feeding on her throat and draining her of her life energy and taking it into Her body. His mind reeled as he tried to picture what was happening with the Mistress and the nurse, and he heard to concern and urgency in Marcus's voice who was trying to remind the Mistress of Her guests that would be there in moments, and the low snarl that was replaced by the continued sucking sounds and moaning from the girl who was sounding as if she was being pleasured like she had never before experienced in her life. He heard a soft pop and a deep sigh from the Mistress as She withdrew her fangs from the girl's throat and sighed a contented sigh as She licked her lips and held the girl close to her. "My dear," came the soft voice, rippling now with new energy from having fed on the nurse, "the blood spoke true, you have no idea of what you have uncovered, but you have become a security risk to me and that just can't be." She caressed the girl's cheek as the girl moaned softly, trying to speak, but weak and almost unconscious from the loss of blood. "It's not personal, trust me," said the Mistress who placed one last kiss on the girl's lips, and then standing straight, She quickly twisted the neck of the girl quickly, and let the now dead body drop to the floor. He gasped into his gag as he heard Marcus step forward and speak with the Mistress. Her voice was cool, commanding and calm as She instructed him to make sure the body was disposed of in the usual manner and that the carcass was stored in the unit until it could be harvested for parts that would fill a need in the kitchen or wherever else the Club might find a use for the remains. She turned and left as Marcus signaled the cleanup crew to remove the body and the blood and make sure the place was spotless before the Mistress returned with Her guests. The noise of the room heaving a collective sigh, and then a major breakout of conversations from all over the place, filled his ears as his mind went reeling from the ramifications of what felt had just happened. He sunk back on the table as Marcus issued the instructions to the cleanup crew over how to handle the body and where it should wind up before it was harvested for any meat or organs or remaining fluids that could be of use to the club and the clan. He had known over the years how dark the lifestyle could get, but he never dreamed that this level of force existed and controlled and dominated the action. These people played for keeps and it was 24/7 total power exchange, they scouted and captured people here for new lives in the slavery rings that were operating all over the world, and he realized that his friends had no idea about the true power behind this Club and that although the girl may have been hired as a waitress for the club, she now was nothing more then a cow fit for milking for the pleasure of the one that owned her and him. If the Mistress was capable of draining and killing the nurse, he knew that to try and do anything other then obey and stay alive, would be a foolish possibly fatal thing for him to do. Before long he heard the voice of Marcus fill the room with the warning that there was just 5 minutes before the Mistress and Her guests would be there and the mess best be cleared up, the chairs and table set up and the food and slave meat set up for the party or else. He felt the energy of the room kick it up a notch at that warning, all had seen what had happened to the nurse for her mistake earlier in the evening. He felt his tray being wheeled into place and the wheels locked in. He took a deep breath and steadied himself for what was about to happen. As the doors to the reception room opened up, he was aware of a large group of people entering the room and yet still he could hear the voice of the Mistress though out all the clutter of conversation. He felt some last minute adjustments being made with the seafood and sushi draped across his body as the Mistress. The applause and comments about the food and the way it was displayed, he heard several different voices commenting on how someone else would look strapped down to the table like he and the girl were. He sensed the crowd begin to filter around them both and the chatter and sensory overload from the many colognes and fragrances flooded his senses. The food continued to be taken from his body and he kept hearing comments and innuendos about what would be done with him if they could have him booked for one of their occasions. He moaned as he felt his cock being jerked off again and the awareness of the aches and pains that were now a part of him, worked their way towards his consciousness. He knew he wanted to come, but he was not in a position where he could achieve that and groaned again and again as they toyed and teased with him, swatting him, groping him and mocking him as the beast part of the beauty and beast dinner show the Mistress was entertaining them with. His face reddened at the teasing words, he knew his body and to have it served up like this, totally nude, all hair from neck down removed, and then used as a canvass for a food display shocked and humiliated him as he found himself in the darkest scene he had ever been a part of and he did not know where the end of the tunnel for he and the girl was, if there even was one for them after this night was all said and done. He heard Marcus's voice in his ear, whispering instructions to him and alerting him that 3 people were coming over to look him over and that he best behave. The boy wondered how he could misbehave strapped into place as he was and still immobilized by the medications, although the level of feeling and awareness was returning to a better state of normalcy then earlier in the evening. He took a deep breath as he heard the Woman's voice calling out to her people, Dimitri and Elena. He felt a pair of Man's hands take his head and position his head on the table and then lean it over the edge to where his mouth was more in line with where the Man wanted it to be. He felt a set of wet lips cover his cock and shaft and begin to suck on his swollen sex. He moaned in a combination of pleasure and pain as his shaft was swollen and sensitive from the leather restraint strapped around his cock and balls and the whole organ was sensitive to the slightest contact. The sound of a zipper being pulled down told him, his time was near as he heard their Boss instructing both Dimitri and Elena as to where they were to be, it seemed the girl was to eat out her Boss while the man was to test the boy as to how well he could serve from that position. He lay there, tears welling in his eyes, as he felt the head of Dimitri's cock slip through the O ring and into his mouth and knowing what he must do, he began to swirl his tongue around it and suck on the shaft as Dimitri worked to find a steady pace to fuck the boy's mouth while his partner knelt beneath the slave and fed off their Boss who had been one of the winning studios in tonight's game. He feels the cock grow in his mouth as he services the Man, and he hears the sounds of lust from the other end of the table as The studio rep is sucking hard on his cock and dragging her teeth along the sides, and nibbling at the swollen head, causing him to suck harder on the cock sliding in and out of his mouth. A loud shot from the front of the room startled the four as they focus on what the Mistress is saying. As the Mistress announces the fates of the losing teams from the 7 other studios, Karla, the rep from Lionsgate looked up in amazement at what had nearly been their fate. She watched as the others were stripped and separated, and She stopped pleasing herself on the slave cock on the table, but with a nod to the girl kneeling before her, motioned for elena to continue serving her with that talented tongue of hers and moaned softly as the aid resumed sucking and feeding on the Rep's pussy. She also nodded to Dimitri who slid his hard cock back into the slave's mouth for more service as they listened to what else the Mistress was saying about the evening and the futures of some of their former friends and collegues. The slave began sucking again on the cock being slid in and out of his mouth. He always knew that when he wore collar, anything was game, and now that the game had taken on a darker and deeper real time life of it's own, he knew that good service kept him alive and with a chance to figure out how to escape, while being a problem, could have major repercussions on any life where he was in charge, so swallowing as best he could, air between the thrusts of the aid, he continued to suck cock, while he felt a hand on his shaft stroking him and keeping him hard and wanting, but not close of enough to release, to ease the aching pain in his swollen balls. The Mistress continued to talk about the special drink shared at the end of the action, as the losers went on to their new lives in rehab or slavery, and The winners thanked the fates they believed in that they had survived this round and could reap in the benefits of the victory. She saw the group from Lionsgate around the male and for a moment Her fear flared, but as Marcus moved to clear them from the table are, She relaxed and began to explain the special way the Bloody Mary's were fixed for She and Her guests. Karla and her aides, gathered themselves together, Karla intrigued by what She had heard the Mistress say, and amazed at the Power the woman had and it explained a lot about the steady turnover all studios had in certain developmental departments. She felt a rush of success flood her body, that had been cranked up a notch by the games, the presentation and the food and fun they had taken off the slaves on the table. She saw the satisfied look on Elena's face as a sign She had fed well, and Dimitri's cock was still stiff and hard which means that the boy's mouth along with the Mistress's words had managed to keep him excited as well. The Mistress nodded to the bartender who pulled out the usual ingredients for a Bloody Mary drink. She then began to stroke the boy's cock and the girl's pussy as Her staff stood by with the equipment used to gather the final ingredients for Her Celebration Cocktail. She growled softly as She reached into the souls of Her slaves and found the core of each of their needs and said softly, "Now", and with that, both slaves arched in their restraints and began to release the pent up orgasms. The juices from the girl and boy were both collected in vials and handed over to the bartender who promptly began to mix the fluids into the Bloody Mary pitcher as the crowd watched in astonishment. Then as the Mistress continued to describe what made her Bloody Mary so special, She reached for the swollen labia of the girl and leaned in and lowered her fangs and bit into the girl's lower lip. A loud cry slipped through the gagged girl's mouth as The Mistress began to suck on the pierced skin and reached for a vial. When She withdrew her fang from the flesh, the fresh blood oozed out into the vial and kept flowing until it had reached the marker with which She plopped the stopper in and handed it to the aide. She moved over to the boy and smiled as She saw how hard he was, how his chest was speckled with wax from the candles that had been mounted on the nipple clamps he had worn tonight. She reached for his scrotum and squeezed up on it, pushing it up the shaft and constricting the blood flow, making the veins swell as She moved in and hissed softly across his loins. The room had grown quiet as if not even there as the Mistress scented and savored how close She was to tasting something that could change the balance of power for ever if he tested as She felt he would. She sighed and dove in and her fangs sunk into the skin and caused him to erupt and groan in his shackles as Her fangs reached in for and found a bloodstream and She sucked it back out towards the waiting vial. The first taste of his blood, thrilled her with a richness and bouquet that She had never before in all her years encountered. She growled in pleasure at how it felt slipping down Her throat. She wanted to suck on him until She drained him of what She was sure was the pureblood inside him, but at a soft clearing of his throat from Marcus, She remembered where She was and what was being done. So after taking one last sip from him after hadning off the vial, She stepped back and felt unusally lightheaded as She motioned for the milk buckets that had been weaned from the French cow, be added into shot glasses while the blood was being mixed along with the body juices into the Bloody Mary pitcher that would serve them all. She staggered a bit as She backed away from the boy, but Marcus was there and guided Her to Her chair and as She sat down. She felt a buzz throughout Her body and wondered if that was the impact of his blood in her veins. She smiled as She looked over the winners and losers, the new slaves to be trained and traded, and the winners who would become Her allies and pawns She looked over the nude slave meat and rehab losers and toasted them off to oblivion, most of them She would never see again and that was just as well, they were now merchandise to be used for the Club and Clan. She wanted to work on getting the trio of reps marked and placed in their studios and their aides adapted to their new roles as well. So She toasted the Winners and their aides and sent them off to their special event and promised to be in touch soon. She sagged back in Her chair, still lightheaded from the drink and the small strain of his blood She had drawn for the Bloody Mary. She had to move this to a more secure place, so She left instructions with Marcus and headed out the door. Marcus nodded and turned to the clean up team. "All right people," time to get the place cleaned back up, the fresh slave meat on the way and the Winners and their crew decked and dressed for the day to come. Someone make sure the cow gets unhooked from the machines and placed in her stable for the night. The Mistress wants the boy chained and secured in Her quarters for now." "Ooooooooh," came the collective sound from the crew there. They all knew what that meant. The boy strained his ears to hear more, as he felt the table wheels being unlocked and set into motion. "Time for the Lady to have some quiet time with you mate" Marcus said as he pushed the tray out the door and into the servants elevator and pushed the bottom button to take them both down to where She was changing, resting and preparing for Her own special dessert being wheeled to her as is, ready to give Her the answers She sought from him. |
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