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Chapter Twenty Three She entered Her room, still feeling the buzz that had started after She had taken a bite from the male to draw blood for the special Bloody Mary drink that She shared with the Winners of the game this night. She took a deep sigh of relief as She entered Her private room and slipped out of Her dress and headed into the Shower for a nice hot soak. The Huntress in Her was content with how the evening had gone, and the Tactician inside Her head was going over how to determine if the boy was a true source of Pureblood and if so, how best to protect the value of such a source, since if word got out about Her discovery, he would be one of the most wanted natural resources that the Underground community could seek and desire. She closed her eyes as She entered the shower and let the hot water wash over her lithe body. Her head abuzz with feelings and sensations that She had never felt before after feeding on mortal blood. If just a sip of this blood did this to her, She wondered, what would a more normal tapping of his blood be like for Her. She felt Her hair draped down her back underneath the shower's flow, as She lathered the shampoo into Her hair and let the energy of the night's activities begin to drain from Her body. She needed some quiet time now, and Marcus and Deborah would make sure the Winners and their aides would be properly worked and taken care of before they were sent off to their rooms for a rest. She had left instructions for Marcus to bring the boy here for Her to finally get a quiet moment with him, to study him more, take a sample of blood for the labs to test and to explore more, what She had found here, and if he was smart enough to adapt to his new world, or if the knowledge of what had happened to him, would cause his mind to short circuit and make him of little use to Her or the clan. Even with her Vampire constitution, She normally would be feeling the effects of the flight and the time change and the evening of Hunting and games playing, but for some reason, that buzz in Her head seemed to be spreading all over he body. She was feeling an energy level She was unused to at this point of the day. There were many things a Vampire could go without, but still sleep was a needed part of a new life and She was tired yes, but not sleep tired, it was like She had tapped into a new source of energy that She had previously been unaware of that allowed Her to stay functional and alert and trying to figure out an order of logic to the events of the night. She lathered Her pale skin, letting her hands dance along Her body and touching those spots that only few were allowed near,even fewer to sample and find pleasure in. She knew Her body after all these years and those special spots that allowed Her to feel like a Woman. Now it seemed Her body was tuning itself into thoughts and desires that excited Her body in ways She had not felt since She had been brought over. As She washed to get the scent of all the humans off of Her, She felt Her body stir with want and wonder over the boy, and how it was wakening a side of Her, She had thought long dead and gone since the transformation. One of the things learned was control of the body and it's capabilities on almost all levels, and to have human reactions to a situation was unheard of on any level. What papers She could find on the infusion of Pureblood into a vampire's blood stream was spotty at best. It seemed the idea of Purebloods were considered a myth, a urban legend. Stories past down from Old Vamps who had claimed to have uncovered supplies of Pureblood, but not much documentation to follow their claims to show what kind of effect it could have on the DNA of the Vampire Host. She had to find some science to back the folklore and keep it on a need to know basis. She knew of the Older Clans that still believed in Pureblood and what it could do, and She had been in to clean up after some inter clan feuds when Rival Clans fought over what turned out to be a pretty human, but no Pureblood. What kind of frenzy would be inspired with this discovery? Meanwhile, Marcus and the slave meat had taken the elevator down to Her VIP suite and as they exited the elevator, Marcus paused to share some advice with the slave. "Listen mate, you now begin to see that your in a new phase of life." He paused and watched the slave shake his head in understanding. "The Lady is not one to be toyed with or kept waiting. She expects obedience from her staff and slaves in a prompt and timely manner. I think you gathered a sense of that hearing what went on with Our former Nurse." At that he smiled as a shiver of nervous energy flushed across the slave's memory as he remembered what he had heard. "You are not the first one to be wheeled down here for closer examination mate," he paused as they got closer to Her room. "But this may be the most important time for you right now." He showed his ID badge to the guards who checked on their list and nodded them through. "If She finds potential in you, as slave, or staff, it will be because you did not play games here and you obeyed as if your life depended on it. And face it brother, it does." "I've seen males and females brought down to here, some stayed slaves and served her well and found a livable life. Others impressed Her and won a chance at becoming part of Her staff and there are definitely perks to that. But of course, I've also seen fools, think they could outsmart or out deal Her, and you do not want to know where they wound up. There are far worse places for a slave to be then at the beck and call of the Mistress." "Everything you have everything you are, now belongs to Her, that includes the usage of your senses. If She does not want you to talk, be quiet or be gagged. If She does not want you to see something, the blindfold is creative and effective as you found out with the special lenses. Don't take anything for granted, and think you can top Her from the bottom, or your butt will pay a price." He nodded to himself as he felt the slave paying attention to his advice. The boy's head seem to turn in the direction of the sound of his voice with every movement Marcus made to wheel the tray into the room. "I will be taking your gag out, since She will be talking with you, but your mouth and the gift of speech are now Hers, abuse that gift and you will be silenced. Do you understand?" he asked as he removed the gag from the slave's lips. The slave licked his lips slowly and swallowed to try and get his jaw and mouth back in track after having been gagged for most of the night. The voice came out weary and ragged but both of them could hear his response. "Yes Sir, it will be as you command." Marcus nodded and smiled as he wheeled the slave into the cleaning room, off to the side of the Kitchen in the Suite here for the Mistress and into the well lit wash room. In the center was a Pole with spigots and hoses and shackles and chains and he wheeled the slave into place. "I will be releasing you from your bonds boy while we set you up for how She will wish to find you. I don't think you really want to try anything stupid at this point in time do you?" He looked down as he saw the slave rest and not move until instructed. The body still coated with the oils from earlier in the evening, the leather harness still strapped around his limp cock and sack and the clamps still biting into the breasts of the slave, even though the candles had been extinguished awhile ago. You could see the specks of wax splattered around his upper torso as the slave lay there breathing heavily. "No Sir," came the soft reply, "I am here to obey and learn and serve to the best of my abilities." Marcus nodded as he undid the shackles from the table and slipped a leash onto the Collar and tugged softly to show the slave he was to rise up on the table. The slave slowly pushed himself into position, groaning as each movement triggered a wave of aches and pains from his prolonged confinement on the table, and with the medications almost worked out of his system, the marks and swelling from earlier in the dungeon, was showing on the slave's body. Marcus took his time to help the slave to his feet, for he knew the boy was worn, and as he helped him to the edge of the table, just before he guided the slave's feet to the floor, he checked out the boy's package that was starting to return to it's normal coloration, and saw two small specks of red at the base of his cock, where the Mistress had tapped into him for his blood for the drink. He shook his head in wonder as it seemed that the Mistress had gotten way more energetic with tapping this one's shaft for blood then She normally did. The whole bite area still glistened as if their body fluids had blended together and were having a reaction at the base of his cock. The slave shivered as he stood on the floor and felt his legs quiver from nervous stress and the collective strain of what he had been taken through this night. He felt a strange surge around his scrotum and a rippling tingle effect that drifted outward from his loins and throughout his body. It felt similar to when he had stayed in one position too long and the blood flow had been cut back and when he shifted his body, the blood flow resumed to the body part, leaving a tingling feeling as the blood rushed back into the constricted area. He turned his head in the direction of the sound of Marcus's voice and tried to process it all as he was led slowly over into the area Marcus was calling the pet wash, and he shivered when the cold tile met his bare feet as he was moved into the what felt like the center of the room. The reverberations of Marcus's voice bounced off the walls as he continued to give instructions to the slave. The boy kept quiet and nodded when he had to and kept his answers soft, short and respectful to the trainer. He lifted his hands over his head upon command and felt the cold of a steel pole against his back as Marcus chained the slave's hands over his head and then knelt down to shackle the boy's feet apart with the chains at the base of the pole. Marcus stepped back to inspect the slave now chained in the pet wash room and nodded. The slave seemed smart enough to listen and learn, although Marcus was still not sure why the Mistress had such interest in this one. But that was not his call to make, he was just to follow orders and serve, to maintain his place near Her side and enjoy the rewards She gave to those who served Her well. Marcus went over and gathered the things She would need if She was wishing to clean and examine the pet Herself, the shampoo, the soap, the wash clothe, the brush and set them on the tray. He also made sure that a supply of other aides were there for her to test on the boy as needed. He reached for the butterfly clamps, the small fishing weights, the crop, the flogger, the Vampire gloves and of course the collar and leash. he had seen the Mistress during one of these sessions, and depending on how well the pet behaved, it could be one of the most sensual nights of their lives or one of the most painful. The Mistress could switch from Seductive to Dominatrix seemingly at the drop of a Hat, so he had learned long ago, not to push his luck. Finally he laid out the rubbing alcohol, the disinfectant swabs, the rubber tube and the needle and vial for the blood sample he knew She would be wanting from this one. "Good luck slave," Marcus said as he set the waters to the usual temperature She used for cleaning the slaves and watched as the water splashed across the slave's body as he stood there waiting. "You're all Hers now, and if you are as smart as you seem, I'll see you soon enough. If not",...Marcus left his final words unspoken as he left the slave's to what ever fate and destiny he would find at the hands of his Mistress. He hit the spotlights that lit up the center pole where the slave now would by his actions determine whether he would live or die. He had come back on numerous occasions to find dead bodies hanging from the shackles, the blood drained from them and the bodies waiting to be recycled and harvested for what ever good they could provide the Clan or the Club. He was not sure why he was on edge when dealing with this one, and he knew the boy spooked the Mistress in ways neither of them knew, but it was Her call to make, and his job to dispose of or continue the training of the new slaves that would find their new lives far different then the ones they had left at the Club door. He stood there, once again chained to a post, this one cold steel instead of the marble from inside the Club. He had gone through major play scenes and discovered how in over his head he truly now was. He was worried for the safety of his friends, not knowing where they were, and he was concerned for the girl who had been taken on this trip into wonderland with him. He heard the waters from the shower heads all around him and his body felt the warmth of the spotlights on his frame, but the darkened contact lenses still kept him in the dark, and the tingling from his cock and balls seemed to be spreading from his scrotum outwards into other parts of his body. He had no idea what time it was, or where he was, or what he would do if he somehow managed to escape, a nude slave in collar would be spotted rather easily he thought, chuckling to himself as he thought back over what had happened to him here. He knew normally he should be exhausted from it all, and mentally on some levels he was drained, but his mind was firing on all circuits, processing the information he had gathered since he had been bought from the pole and taken down into the darkness of the Underground dungeon. There were parts of his body that were sore and marked from what had been done to him, and of course he now was hairless from the neck down as part of the preparation for the party he and the girl had been served up at, and the cool of the air on his bare body was still causing reactions of their own as he stood there, hanging from the shackled, feeling the drying candle wax on his chest and the harness now hanging from his sex as the Major Orgasm She took from he and Sophie had drained him and almost overwhelmed him with the release that he had been denied for so long that evening. Yet since he felt the bite on his skin right after the pleasure of being allowed release, and the sucking motion that seemed to take more then his more then his fluids, he felt as if he had caught a second wind, tapped into a new source of energy that he didn't know he had. He was uncertain as to what was coming next, but he would pull on his skills and training and the things he had learned throughout his life to allow him the best chance to survive and hopefully thrive in what his new life would be asking of him. Just then he stopped, and looked over to his right. He could not see anything, and the sound of the showers flooded his ears, the water splashing off the walls echoing in the confined pet wash room, and the lights still shining brightly on him as he stood shackled in place, but as his nostrils flared softly, he sensed something out there, he sniffed again to see if he could learn more. He was not sure where the scent had come from, and as he moved his head from side to side to see if it came from any other part of the room, he found his head turning back to that area where he had first noticed the scent. He kept quiet as he tried to understand what it might be. He had been close enough to Marcus to know that the smell did not come from him, and Lord knew his body was drenched in sweat and scents of foods that had been draped across him for quite awhile earlier in the evening. Yet as he sniffed the air again, he picked up on it. A fresh scent, clean, and natural. It was something he would not have noticed earlier, yet now it toyed with him, teased him with it's presence, making him wonder who else was there watching him. She stood in the other room, Her plush robe wrapped around Her slender frame as She studied him in the pet wash, nude and shackled to the center pole. The lights of the room shining on his moist skin, as She saw the steam begin to accumulate. She sometimes felt small and fragile and very feminine, and it was moments like this She enjoyed the private time to play and discover how to make a human respond to Her questions, and which tactics could garner Her the most information She could gain from them. Sometimes a seductive approach would work, other times the action had to become more intense. She watched him test his chains, and look around, all typical actions of the slaves brought down here for a wash and rinse, and She still wondered what She would find in him and how this would impact on Her life. One of the things She prided Herself on was being able to not only find and take what sexy bodies from the humans and Hollywood and make them Her's, but She also took pride in finding other slaves, that could be taken and trained and placed back in their lives, but now under Her control. She knew how to stock Hollywood parties with Her trained slaves, who worked for the Studios as the "Stars" but who also via one way or another had fallen under Her Dominion and control and to protect their image, would do whatever was asked of them. She stopped when She felt him looking at Her. She caught Her breath and watched as he seemed to be staring right at Her where She stood in the shadows of the darkened room. She could see the black in his eyes, so She knew the blindfold lenses were still in his eyes, and yet, he seemed to see Her. She pulled Her robe tighter around Her as a wave of nervous wonder swept Her body. She watched as he seemed to sniff the air, the lights of the room still fully on him, so She could see his every movement. She stepped back again, and shivered, when She saw his head turn and look straight at where She was as if he knew She was there. "This is impossible," She thought, "with all the noise and sound and lights on him, how is it he is looking right where I am?" She felt a chill slide down her spine as She shook Her head in confusion. "It must be the Pureblood," She thought, "I've never had a human startle me like this here, let alone up in the main floor where I found this one chained to the bidding pillars. She stood there uncertain for a moment as to what She would do next. This was new in and of itself for Her, and a part of Her brain noted and registered the information as She took a deep breath, slipped out of her Robe and entered the room, looking to take charge of the situation as She always did. She walked over to the control panel and with some quick adjustments, turned the waters off and set the spa bubbling over in the corner with the waterfall effect that kept a soothing flow of sound resonating in the room. She kept the lights shining on him as She moved closer and studied his body, wet and oily and waxed from being the center piece from Her party earlier, She always loved serving up meals on slaves, it was such a rush to check the reactions of the "jaded" Hollywood crowd who had seen it all, either in town, or on the beach at Cannes, or wherever the self important people gathered to applaud their films and each other. She had a side order from a group of Japanese mobsters for a certain body type of California females to be taken and shipped over for new lives as slaves and human furniture for the Mobs there. She chuckled at some of the Playboy playmates She had taken off of Hugh's hands when they grew to be too old for his tastes. She also stopped in Her tracks and realized She had been stalling taking the next step in exploring him, because She was not sure what She was about to discover. She took a deep breath in astonishment at how She was feeling, and the thoughts that were racing through Her mind. She shook Her head and felt Her hair sway a bit, still wet and hanging loose on her bare back as She decided to do what She did best, take control of the situation, live in the moment and find out for sure what She had captured in Her hunting earlier in the evening. He stood there before Her, naked, coated in the remains of the food, oil, wax and bodily fluids that had been taken from him upstairs. She needed him cleaned up before She drew blood and She also needed to see if along with the blood, he had the intelligence to survive as Slave. She would not surround Herself with fools, and if he could not please Her mind, and his blood required him to be kept secured and accessible, She would deal with that, but She also knew that this one could raise his head to Her when others could not, and for that, She would find the answer no matter what it cost him. She stepped barefoot into the Shower, approaching him naked as he was, but unlike all the other times, an edge of uncertainty raced through Her system as for the first time in who knew how long, She was not exactly sure of what was going to happen here. She paused and slowly reached out and placed Her hand on his chest, and at the contact, he strained in his chains and leaned into the touch. She was startled by the action and pulled Her hand back. She growled at Herself for behaving like it was Her first time cleaning and tending to a slave. "Relax boy," She whispered as She moved back in and again placed Her hand on his chest and felt the quickening beat of his heart at Her touch. "You do not speak unless spoken to, and you will be respectful to anyone who talks to you, since now, anyone who talks to you, is your Superior. Do you understand slave?" She rubbed Her hand lightly over his nipples and felt them begin to swell as his voice came back, "Yes Mistress." "I do not care to know of your name slave, it is a part of who you were before you entered my Club this night. You will be renamed as needed by whomever is your final Owner." She smiled as She studied his face and his body to see how he responded to Her words. "For now, you are to answer to the name "boy", anytime you hear "boy", you are to be ready to serve who ever has need of you." She walked over to the wall and picked up the soap and wash clothe as She continued talking. "That you allowed yourself to be chained to one of the play posts in the club, shows me you know of the lifestyle, and that you have a slave side to you." She watched as he kept his head down, but his head turned to follow Her as best he could while chained to the post. She began to soap his chest up and rub the cloth across the wax and the skim, letting all of Her senses swirl to the surface as She got hands on with the meat and began to wash the remains of the party off of him. She was both pleased at his ability to obey, and yet, She still felt his eyes on Her as She moved Her way around the post, washing him down, cleaning him up and exploring his body as it came alive again, under the combined touch of the water and Her hands. She reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock and sac with the wash cloth and stroked his shaft and smiled as the body did what it always would do when a Woman played with a Man's body, his cock began to swell under Her attentions. She slide down to Her knees and placing Her hands on his hip, She placed a string of soft kisses around his loin and a string of soft nips on his inner thighs. She heard a moan slip from his lips as She opened Her mouth and sucked one of his balls into her lips and ran Her tongue across his skin, letting Her teeth lightly graze over the bare balls. Her nose flared slightly as She sniffed the area at the base of his shaft where She had nicked him lightly for blood earlier that night. She could see a swelling where Her fangs had pierced the skin and Her saliva from sucking on the blood had mixed with the blood and fluids at the base of his shaft and there was still a swollen area there. She found that somewhat puzzling as by this time, for such a small drawing of blood, the normal slave body had recuperated from a tapping of a vein like that. She shook off the questions that flared in the back of Her mind as She treated Herself to a complete exploration of him, teasing him, toying with him, working him up and watching which movements triggered what reactions on him. She was pleased overall with how responsive his body was and how it reacted to Her touch and kiss and She found She enjoyed the base scent this one had as part of his essence. She still was somewhat puzzled by the way his head turned and followed her movements too easily it seemed. She had tested the blindfold lenses Herself and knew them to be quite effective in taking the sight away while keeping the face open and accessible. The lab had come up with the lenses for use when one wanted to see the expression on the slave's face during session, and not have half the face covered with a blindfold. He rattled in his chains as he felt himself washed and cleaned off and tended to. He kept quiet since She had not asked questions although he did wonder what his new name would be when he was placed with his Owner. The thought shocked him as he continued to wonder how and if escape was possible, then he moaned and lost track of his thoughts when he felt Her lips on his skin. He shivered in the coolness of the room, the mists of water dripping down his body as She used Her long fingernails to scrape at the wax that had melted on his chest from earlier in the evening, and his eyes, even though the lenses were in place, his vision seemed to be clearing somewhat, as he felt he was able to make out the outlines of shapes in and around the room. There wasn't much to go with, but he could see darker areas from one side of the room to another and Her dark shape moving around him, up and down on him and teaching his body to know Her touch and voice. He knew that when one wore a collar, one learned to obey or suffer the consequences, so he knew that for now, at least, he would have to give service to Her since She seemed to be the Ultimate power in his life for now, and if She turned into what he was beginning to fear She was, he was in way over his head and could not afford to risk angering Her. He sensed Her kneeling before him and felt Her hands on his hips as She moved in and began to kiss and tease him there. He moaned as he felt Her lips suck on his balls and swirl Her tongue around them. He shivered as he felt Her teeth graze across the scrotum and remembered the sharp pain when She bit into him earlier. he shook in his chains as She had Her way with him, feeling Her hands over his body, prying and pushing and seeking to explore any openings She could find. He tried to tighten his muscles to resist, but She had a touch developed over time that allowed Her to ride the waves of any slave's resistance to her touch and to find those muscle zones that when touched just right, would trigger a release of any attempted resistance by any slave. She grinned as She felt how full his shaft had grown and She lightly kissed the head then ran Her tongue over the top and sucked the fluid She found there into Her mouth. She slide him in and out of Her mouth as Her tongue danced along his skin and Her other hand reached down and grabbed his balls and squeezed them softly and began applying more pressure. Her ears picked up on his increased breathing as She savored the scent and taste of him, and grazed Her fangs along the shaft, if He grew more excited, She would have to use the wider set on him. She moaned in pleasure at the thought while She made him groan from want and need as She cotinued to milk him towards where She wanted his blood and his need to be. His eyes closed, even though he was blindfolded by the lenses as She teased and tormented him, stirring his need, but not letting him build to a release. He growled at the frustration as She played his body up and down, nipping at his earlobe, tweaking a nipple to hardness and always finding ways to send waves of goosebumps racing over his now clean body that She had also washed off and cleaned of the food and oils and waxes that had built up on him over the evening. It was hard to keep his thoughts straight while She played his body against him, and he was amazed at the strength he felt in Her as She spiun him around to face the pole and heard her feet move over to the side, while Her scent was still filling him with Her need and want. They had not talked much, She was more interested in exploring his body and what the limits were. What fun were stretching limits on a slave when you didn't know how far you could stretch them, literall or figurativly. She paused at the remote controls and began to operate the buttons to power up the engine and help the slave dry out quicker after the wash and rinse She had just run him through. She hit the up button and the post began to rise, pulling him upwards slowly as She moved around to study his face while She asked her questions. "How long have you been into the lifestyle boy?" She raised Her voice so he could hear Her over the sounds of the machine that pulled up on the chains as She watched him being dragged onto his feet, and then his toes as he gasped for Air and grabbed hold of his restraints and was slowly pulled skyward. He gasped as he felt the strain on his body and his arms as they were stretched upwards and he felt his feet reaching for the floor as She moved him to where She wanted him. He tooka deep breath to try and answer Her while the strain of the stretch was beginning to make itself known into his shoulders. He closed his eyes to focus as he sought to answer Her question. "I've been interactive to a degree in this lifstyle for over 20 years now Mistress," he sighed as he tried to touch the floor with his feet and found that he was hung by his wrists, unable to touch the floor, although he could sense it just underneath his feet that were pointed down trying to find some footing and causing him to sway back and forth as he danced at the end of Her strings, her Slave marionette. "Which side of the life do you follow boy? came her next question as She knelt down beneath him and locked a spreader bar onto his ankles to make sure he could not close his legs at anytime during the questioning. He opened his eyes, still seeing dark shapes and forms, but as he looked to where he thought Her voice was, he noticed the moving shape he thought of as Her was becoming more defined and more feminine and as he swallowed and sought to find an easy position, he groaned as his weight wore down at his abiliity to resist. "This one has seen action on both sides of the whip Mistress, he has trained those who came to him, yet he has also taken a knee to those who won his respect." She chuckled as She unstrung the flogger and with a flick of the wrist let the braids of leather dance out into the room. "Well boy, if you do not want to see how painful life as a slave can be, you best know how to check your ego at the door and show respect to everyone, since you now are low meat on the scale here in your new life. Anyone not wearing a collar can make use of you, and as of now, you are at the bottom of the slave ladder as well, so if you are as smart as it seems you may be, you will learn how to walk softly, and serve well." She turned the CD player on and some techo music fill the room's speakers as She picked up the flogger and draped it over his shoulder and pulled the strands off, letting the strands get a taste for his flesh as She looked over the areas She wanted to work on. She always could get target practice when She had some meat delivered here for playtime and She wanted to see how well this one could hold his marks and colors. She found the beat on the song and pulled her arm back and let the flogger dance forward and lash across his ass. She was pleased not to hear a yelp out of him. Not for a first strike, no matter how tender his flesh is from his night, She wanted to think this source of Pureblood had a heart of courage to match. She would make him moan and groan, and more, but She had to feel that this slave had something that made him one who could walk the line of his lifestyle, and do justice to them both. She continued working the flogger up and down his back and onto his ass, watching the leathers mark his hide and seeing him struggle and seek to avoid the kiss of the flogger, the music that filled Her ears came from the sounds of him, swinging ikn his chains and the sounds he made as one flogger or the other would find a spot on him and cause his body to tweak and twist in an effort to protect it. She slowly circled him, laying out precise lashes across his thighs, his chest, across his breasts, letting the tip of the flogger bite at the end of the swollen nipple and was pleased to get a yelp of pain out of him from that. At the end of 30 minutes, She found him hanging there, coated in a sheen of sweat, and the lashes across his front and back side beginning to color from the impact. She saw his head sag resting against his arm as he sought to rest and prepare for what was next. She smiled and replaced the floggers with her vampire gloves and moved into him for more hands on work. She lightly raked his skin with the tips of Her gloves and felt him jerk in response to the tiny tack tips that marked his skin lightly and caused him to moan and break out in a string of goosebumps where ever She ran Her hand along his skin. She then reached down and took hold of his cock and balls and felt him suck in a deep breath and She felt his bloodstream racing faster as he was nervous and uncertain now as to what could come next. She toyed and teased him and felt the blood rush to his shaft as She continued to shift from pleasure to pain and back again to keep him off balance. She found herself pleased with his abiility to endure and keep his tongue from too much talking. She had a low level of tolerance for chatty slaves. She chuckled at the thought of a chatty slave and how that slave felt when their tongue had been cut out and fed to the guard as a treat. There was quite a bit of blood from his mouth, but he never tried to top his Mistress from the bottom ever again. As his cock grew hard again, She rubbed up against him feeling his firmness along Her slit. She was beginning to see truth in the saying "don't judge a book by it's cover" as She felt Herself moan with want and need and a sense of delight as to how well this one seemed trained. She would ask more later, for now, She wanted this for Herself, and as She moved closer to him, She wrapped herself around his body and climbed onto him, wrapping Her legs around him and squeezing tight as She took his face in Her hands and kissed him hard as She moved her body onto his cock and slowly began to push down on him as he hung there. When She mounted him, Her extra weight and movements shocked him so that he let lose of all of his breath and sagged in his chains as She writhed over him. She sensed the panic beginning to build in him, but She did not care, She wanted this moment for Herself and if he survived it, it would show that there was more to him then met the eyes. She felt his body begin to match her efforts, although chained and hung as he was, and bearing Her weight, She felt his hips flare and his ass rock back and forth as She slide up and down him, Her muscles gripping his cock and squeezing it tightly as he huffed and gasped for breath while She took him. His eyes were closed tight and in the darkness, it was like he could see Her face kissing him, growling at him, nibbling at him, and as he tried to make sense of it, he felt Her clamp down on his cock and Her legs squeezed around him as She leaned back off of him and ran Her hands through Her hair and reached the table for the needle and tube to collect a sample. She felt Her own pressure building as he danced at the end of the chains, his heart beating harder as She had him squeezed tight. She leaned up and in and kisses a sweet spot near his cartoid artery as She wanted all of his emotions and hormones and blood fully rushing for what was to come next. "This is where you begin to show me your future boy," She gasped as She felt her orgasam building to release. She took the needle and quickly tapped into the vein and heard a gasp from him as She began to withdraw a vial full of his blood. He shook and shivered in his chains as his legs tightened up and he shot his load up into her wet sex, and at the feel of his release, She growled out into the room and as She pulled the needle out and tossed the vial over onto a cushion, She sank her fangs into his neck and began to feed on the blood that was pumping hard as he was cumming hard and the combination and the joy She felt at finally getting to his blood, pushed Her control over the edge and She clamped down both on his neck and on his shaft and began to feed on him and feed from his as well. |
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