Chapter Twenty
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Posted:Aug 2, 2023 5:10 am
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He lay on the table, fully aware of what was going on around him, but unable to do anything about it. Even if he were not chained into place, his body was drugged and not responsive to his mental commands to move outside of what was done on an involuntary basis. He could breath, and his dick and balls were hard and swollen from the medications and the harness strapped around him to keep his rod stiff for the buffet, and he grimaced internally as they handled him freely, while plating the sushi and seafood across his body.
His mind in awhirl, when his head was turned by the sous chefs, he tried to see how the French girl was doing in her situation, he saw how she had been tied and secured he saw the suction pumps attached to the girl's breasts and heard her moan through her gag as they tested the machinery on her. He could open and close his eyes, and that was about all his body would do for him as he lay there, awaiting the next thing his body would be subjected to on a night that had taken a far different turn from what he'd expected when His friends talked him into coming to the club.
It was not like he had never been involved in play parties, because for years he had been on a journey to explore what the lifestyle involved and what the allure was. He had been on both sides of the scene, taking a knee to some amazing women and seeing other women take a knee to him. He had always known that he would have to put his body where his mouth was when it came to experiencing all the intensities that this life could bring, and many times he went home with marks on his body and soul that lingered for days. But he also knew the rush and nervous energy that came when one took that step, stripped the clothes off and made themselves ready to be led by the Dominant Partner in the dance.
He heard the low pitched conversations of the studio players as they wandered back and forth between the two tables and the sexual comments that were being made about both of them. He couldn't really see who they were, because before they were rolled into the private booth, Marcus had slipped some special contact lenses over his eyes, that blocked his vision, stopping him from being able to have direct eye to eye contact with those who were stripping the food from his body and allowing their hands to wander his defenseless body as well. The drugs he had been injected with were insidious, as they kept his skin alert and sending signals to his brain, so he knew what was being done with his body, but he had no ability to control his reactions to what was being done to him. He felt the sexual drive being stirred inside him, and he felt the swelling in his loins which caused more pain for his cock and balls which were still strapped in the harness and throbbing from the medications and the stroking that stopped and started as one after the other milked his rod, near to the point of release, but always just stopping short of his being able to release. He groaned internally at the building frustration as they played with his body as well as fed from it and would lean in and whisper what they would do with him if he was ever to be sent over to their studio for some special parties that were held there.
He could feel the food being removed from various parts of his body and as the skin was uncovered, hands and lips traded places, kissing, nipping, pinching, caressing and seeking to leave some kind of mark on his skin. He wished he could see what was happening, but the special lenses placed on his eyes by Marcus had blocked out all light. He was not blindfolded in the traditional sense of the word, but for all practical purposes he was blind to who and what was being done to him. As he listened, he could continue to hear the steady pumping of the breast pumps, milking the French girl, her quiet sobs almost covered up by the steady chatter of the guests who were talking about the meeting, the light snack they were enjoying and the auction to be held later on. He had no idea how she was holding up, but remembering how sexy she had looked bound and mounted on the Cross earlier in the evening, he did not doubt that these people would enjoy all of her that they could fondle and play with while they served as a breathing entree of food and pleasure for these allies of the Mysterious Lady that had claimed him and the girl for Her own.
From a quiet part of the room, Marcus let his eyes scan over the small party that his Mistress was conducting. She was smiling and joking and this always pleased him for it indicated She was enjoying the way the meal presentation had played out and that the two slaves were being used, but within reason. She had made it clear that he was to keep an eye on the 2 slaves, nothing too outlandish was to be allowed. No serious marks on either one, that was Her pleasure as their Owner to decide who and how intense the marks would be on their skin. Besides, with the drugs still working through their bodies, the two slaves would not be feeling the pain properly for awhile yet as their bodies worked through the medicines, while their bodies were also sexually stimulated and toyed with on a wicked, yet callous basis, as the guests here had no affection or feeling for the well being of these slaves, they were toys to bemuse and amuse themselves with and to marvel at the Unique Eye for presentation his Mistress had in so many ways, both on screen and off screen. He slowly circled both food tables and ran his finger along the sole of the girl's feet, and felt a flicker of response to the touch. "Good," he thought, "she will start feeling this evening more now as the meds wear off and the hormones rush in to stimulate the pretty sex on this one." He rubbed her pleasure spot briskly, feeling it swell and plump with blood from his stimulations. He knew how his Mistress liked to end Her meetings with that special "Bloody Mary" blend from the meat before the slaves were sent on to be cleaned up, disposed of, or sent off to their new life.
He spanked her pussy firmly and felt a small surge as her body reacted to the swat. He moved up and leaned in to the girl and whispered softly. "You are now starting to feel again lil slut, this is good, you will be used and marked like the cheap that works the dark sides of the streets in Paris." He smiled as he cleared her hair from her face and saw the blush rise in her cheeks. "But since We both know what a slut you are for attention and how your body soaks up the intensity, I promise you, you will be marked and drained and given a chance to show all what a sweet sex slave you can be for the right one who owns you, and for now, that is My Mistress." "Fail to give less then your best girl," he growled softly as he pulled back on her hair, "and you will see that Pain can be even more compelling a director for your body then the pleasures these people will take out of you for their own delights." He chuckled as he heard her whimper through her Gag, as two of the Guests stepped up to the plate, One in front of her, undoing his zipper and guiding his swollen cock into the opening the O ring left in her Mouth and the other moving into position behind her, stepping up and entering her swollen and open sex. Marcus slapped the girl's ass hard and said,"now slut," and she began sucking as best she could on the cock being shoved into her mouth and groaning as she felt her pussy being entered by the excited man between her legs, grabbing hold of her waist and slamming himself into and out of her with lust and desire.
He grinned at the sight and again wondered where the Mistress had thought of the idea of a table that could split into a Y or spread eagled position depending on where the body was positioned. The girl was laying on her stomach, her breasts still being slowly milked by the pumps as the 2nd container was moved into collect the milk, and her legs were spread apart and secured to the table, leaving her easy picknings for the guests who wanted to enjoy more then just the food she was decorated and draped in. He looked around and saw the various groups still talking and feeding and watching the screens as slaves for the auction were being shown overhead. The Mistress always had a good selection of girl and boy toys for Her guests to bid on. He always chuckled when a familiar face, was shown in the auction room, gagged, or bound and waiting to be brought up for play. Many of the young Hollywood wild bunch had found themselves in and on both sides of the auction, and whether willingly or otherwise, they knew that when the Mistress sent for them, they would be there, one way or the other. As he listened to the small voice in his ear from one of his team, he saw the studio reps with their small entourages. The Mistress allowed each VIP, 2 aides, one male and one female for these negotiations. It was part of the ante to buy your way into this meeting. The aides would be chips to barter with for the Studio reps. If the Mistress picked your offer, you kept your aids and status in the cicrle. If you lost, your aids were turned over to the house for usage for the month, and the VIP, was taken to "rehab" and taught better their place in this circle of life.
Each studio rep knew it was a risk they took, but the work that the Mistress provided, always added to the bottom line success of the film, so they were willing to risk themselves and their aids, to win her help and hopefully jump start or kick their career star into a higher level in the Hollywood Power circle. Ten Studios had sent bidders to the club tonight, Seven had lost and soon the time would come for the 21 people to face the consequences of their actions and accept the hand of fate dealt their way. The 14 men and women who came as aides would be stripped, cuffed, chained and led off to the auction blocks and cells for their time of service, and the 3 VIP's would be stripped as well, hustled out the back, gagged, secured in the transport vehicles and sped off to the rehab center where they would be trained and disciplined before being returned to the studios, who would then deal with them one way or the other. Marcus never recalled ever seeing losing bidders ever again being sent to a pitch meeting with the Mistress, but he had heard that some were returned to lower positions at the studios, and others were sent to overseas studios where they served as needed to the Studio heads there, in what ever manner was called for.
Marcus circled the male slave's tray as he chuckled to himself. It was a winner take all kind of bidding. If they won the help of the Mistress, their career was made, if they failed, it was they price they paid, but there were always sharks in the studio system who thought they could outwit the Mistress, and those were the ones who usually disappear into the studio dark holes, never to be heard from again, but serving and enduring for the new Masters and Mistresses who owned them. He looked as he heard the two men groan and arch backwards while pleasuring themselves on the girl and he swatted the male slave's thigh firmly as he moved in closer to talk to him.
"Soon slave," he said, making sure the man could hear him. "The Mistress will call for the blending of the drinks, and this party will move onto the next setting. There are new slaves for the club tonight, and there are new subjects for rehab and training for their new lives elsewhere." He paused and flicked the small nipple clamps that were supporting each small candles that flickered over the chest of the male, causing the wax to splatter across the upper torso, and a soft groan escape the lips of the slave, as the hot wax landed and laid it's hot kiss on the cool skin. "For you, I can see an intense evening as the meds slowly wear off and you now will feel more of what your body is being used for and a taste of what is to come." He reached down and took the slave's rod in his hand and began to pump it slowly up and down to keep the stimulation going as the shaft was still rock hard from the meds and the leather restraints of the cock and ball continued to dig into his skin. He smiled as he saw the signs of pre release ooze from the eye on the small head, and nodding to the Woman from one of the winning studios, he stepped back and let her begin to suck on the slave's cock.
Karla was the head of special projects for the studios at Lionsgate and She was excited and relieved, She knew the stakes for failing to come back with the Photographer's agreement, and She had heard of the all or nothing cost of bidding for the talent. She had been trapped in a midlevel spot at the studio with a glass ceiling above her. She had heard through studio scuttle butt, about how some players got hot and others disappeared quickly and finally found a reliable source that explained about the Mistress. She was skeptical at first when she heard about the terms to even pitch their project for the Mistress, and yet she also knew of people who had been at studios one week and were gone the next. She had brought 2 of the sexiest aides she could find, and although she told them what was happening, she didn't go into details as to what might happen if they had lost. She also was stunned and turned on by the club overall, and really turned on by what She had found during the bidding process here. It took all she had to keep her eyes inside, when the food was wheeled out on the bound and naked bodies of these two people. But the more she studied the two as they laid in place, the more turned on she was, especially seeing how stiff and hard and swollen the male's meat was, She decided to treat herself to it and see how good he tasted.
Karla motioned for her two aides to join her at the male's table. Dimitri and Elena both responded to her call. Their eyes ablaze with wonderous desire as they lost themselves in the sensual overflow of what the night had been. "Dimitri," She said as he looked up and nodded, "move to the front of the table, by his head and make ready." She smiled as he moved into place and undid his zipper and pulled out his large and swollen member and stroked it softly as he waited further instructions. She looked over to Elena who after conferring with marcus, adjusted the table to where the legs were split and her Boss could move in closer to feed on the leather swollen cock, the head colored from the tight leather and swollen and glistening with fluid. She watched as her Boss moved into place and spread her legs slightly, the split in her skirt opening up, and Elena knew what was asked of her, so she dropped to her knees, crawled into the place between the male and her Boss and moved into position. She was not sure about Dimitri, but she knew she was as horny as hell and right now the Boss had something she wanted to feed on, and so as Marcus chuckled and called for addtional help to transfer the soon to be departing guests, the Studio head went down on the slave as her girl fed on the Boss and the male aid fed his cock into the slave's mouth and they began to lose themselves in the feeding and frenzy of celebration, looking forward to what the rest of the night would bring.
The Mistress watched the ongoing activities from Her Chair, stationed right where it allowed Her the best view of things and overlooking the action on the floor of the room. The Mistress smiled as She sipped from her drink. She was pleased with how the slaves were plated and displayed, and the comments and offers She was getting for the girl were both amusing and creative. She chuckled, these humans could be so dark and wicked when motivated properly. She had to maintain protocol with this crowd and disperse of them properly. She knew at this moment that others of her staff had taken the names and identities of the aides from the losing bidders, and their idenities would be wiped out before the new slaves were allowed to sleep later on. She used these bodies as pawns in Her overall game, trading for information with some, using others as gifts, storing still others in playdens all around the world. The studio reps that led the parties, well all were headed for rehab, and then depending on their skills and talents, She might send some back as marked agents for Her. Others would be auctioned off to private clubs, and still others would be sold on the private market to buyers both human and otherwise. She never lost sleep over their fates, they knew the risk of coming to play Her game. The rewards were great, and the price of failure, was as equally great depending on where and into whose custody and care these chips fell. She had known Hollywood fed on it's own for years, She was just making the system work for Her, and She chose the best of the best to serve Her, and then fed the rest, well trained of course, to others who might be of use to Her later, that way strengthening Her position, both in the clan as well as in the human world.
It had proven to be a far more exciting night then the Mistress had expected when She flew in from down under. She let her fangs flash quickly then withdrew them from sight at the scent of the slaves, the fresh slave meat and the new pawns who would come under Her control and allow Her to expand Her awareness of what went on with the studios and further allow Her to solidify Her place as one of the Powers to be dealt with here in the Southland. Whether the films were mainstream or adult, highbrow to fetish, She would have Her fingertips on the juggulars of all who wanted to work in Her town as She thought of the area. She looked over to where the 2 new slaves laid bound and being used, She smiled as She watched each one seek to pleasure the cock in his or her face, as their bodies were being flooded with the sexual energy to replace and amplify the pain and pleasures that were being taken from them by the winning studio reps. She was glad to see a Female rep this time. Usually the bidders were all Male, and She kept weeding the field, hoping that some woman with drive would take the chance to make a name for Herself. She smiled as She watched the trio from Lionsgate feed and fondle on Her male. She also saw the second container of milk had been filled from the French cow who was being taken front and back by the two other studio reps and She knew they would enjoy what the French slut would give them when the drugs had fully worn off.
The all go light on Her chair flashed it's signal and She smiled as the side doors opened and addtional staff members rolled in, as She hit a button on her chair and a small gong sounded and all eyes turned to Her. "My friends," She said, "It has been a delight to meet and visit with each of you and hear what things you have going on at your studios. I am honored to think my talents are viewed in such a light that each of your studios sent you and your aides with you to make the pitch." She smiled as the staff began to herd the aides from the losing studios off to a side and the Reps were brought to a spot before her at the base of her chair." She smiled as She saw Karla look up from her male, her lips coated with his cum and a puzzled look on her face as She saw her collegeues moved to different positions in the room. Then She saw Karla's eyes glaze over as the aide between her legs found that sweet spot and Karla sighed loudly and released her juices into the waiting lips of her aide Elena. "But as is called for, when you come and play my game, and ante in, the time comes when you must pay up and accept the cost of the game."
She looked over to where the aides from the other studios were huddled looking back and forth muttering in confusion. "For those of you who came with these Men," She glanced down to the seven who stood before her, "I may learn more of you I may not, but because your Bosses lost their bid, each of you is now part and parcel of this club as a servant/slave, and you will each strip down now and place your clothes and any thing else off to the side."
A loud roar of confusion and dismay came from the aides as they sought to escape and found themselves surrounded by Club staff, who quickly knocked out and subdued two of the noiser men who tried to escape. The ladies stood there in shock, tears flowing down the cheeks of some as they looked around and saw the staff, armed with weapons and all pointed in their direction. The Mistress looked down as She saw the realization in the eyes of the Studio Reps that led the party, that this was no game, it was real, and they were in serious trouble. "Gentlemen," She said as She looked each one up and down intently, and was pleased to see all of them lower their heads. "You were told the price of entering this game and each of you agreed to it did you not?" "Yes Mistress," came the reply from a few of the Men. "Then strip down and stand before Me, your head lowered, legs spread, and hands behind your neck fingers interlocked." As the women huddled together and the aides that had been taken down were stripped and gagged and left unconscious on the floor, She let Her eyes flick from one group to the other. "Trust me people," She said, a low growl of impatience, filling her voice," We can do this the hard way or the easy way, but it will be done MY way. What pain and humiliation you wish, is your choice, but if you seek to minimize the disicipline My staff is trained to deliver, you will obey NOW!
The bark in Her Voice cut through the confusion and the women slowly began to strip and the other men in both groups did as well. Marcus moved into place with the Studio reps and made sure each was collared and gagged and chained at the ankles and hands cuffed behind them and each attached to a connecting chain that would keep them all in line. Meanwhile the sobs and whimpers dimmed as the other Staff memebers cleared all the clothes and other items from the new slaves and they were divided into two groups of men and women, all of them chained, nude and to each other, 7 men and 7 women, who entered the Club as Studio aides, and now found themselves facing a new life and destiny as servants or slaves to the club or who knew what was going to happen.
"Before I send the losers off to their new roles," the Mistress said, "I wish to offer a toast to all of you along with my thanks for your willingness to play the Game. Marcus, make sure the Winning studio reps join me as we toast our friends good bye and good luck in their new training, or rehab sessions to come. "I am feeling in the mood for a round of my special Bloody Mary's mix, for the winners and I to celebrate with, while We prepare the Special playroom for my chosen guests tonight. She moved over to where the slaves were still on the table as the staff secured and lined up the reps on one side of the room and the male and female aides in the other side of the room while the Winning guests were taken to seats where they could watch the special drink be mixed for their honor and to take them one more rung deeper into the Night and into the darkness where the Power and the Players truly raced and lived.
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Chapter Seventeen
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Posted:Jul 27, 2023 7:10 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 5:37 am 4924 Views
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The two slaves were rolled out of the room and into the final stage of their being served up as part of the private party the Mistress was hosting. The girl laid quiet, resting, her mind almost in another world as she was maneuvered from her delivery tray onto the serving table. The souse chefs approached her with the oils' and began to coat breasts and chest and legs as she lay on her back. She kept her eyes closed as their hands maneuvered up and down her body, showing no interest for her or her feelings and prodding and stroking her body parts and causing a moan to slip thru her gagged lips.
The room nurse in her tight white form fitting outfit moved in as the souse chefs moved to the top and bottom of the tray and took firm grasps of the girl's limbs and secured her quickly. She was too tired to struggle, although part of her mind was trying to tell her to resist. The exhaustion her body felt from what all had been done to her this night, overwhelmed any commands her mind was screaming out to her body. She was in shock, not only from the pain and humiliation of the evening, but stunned at how her body betrayed her and at the intensity of the orgasms she had felt this night.
Sophie tried to look at the Nurse to see what she was doing, but had her head pulled back down to the table as the Nurse stepped up with her syringe and wiped a spot on the side of the girl's breast. The Nurse had done her work before and knew just where the injection would need to be, to do what it needed to do to prime and prepare the girl for what was coming next. She moved the needle into place and with a quick action of her steady hand she plunged the needle into the slave girl's breast.
Sophie's eyes opened wide in shock and a whimper of confusion slipped past her lips as she tried to look down at her breasts and the Nurse who was moving to the other side of the table. She was not sure what had been injected into her body, but the sting of the needle reminded her again, that her body was not her own, and she winced at the sensation that was beginning to flood the affected breast. The nurse paused and smiled to herself at the reaction of the girl. She reached down and rubbed the slave's sex and massaged her there, knowing that the rush of the medications would be quickened as the rush of sexual want flooded the slave's body.
The Nurse had done this before with countless slaves of both sexes, so She knew how to find the clit on this slave and stroke it into hardness, and once She felt the blood rush into the clit, She swabbed it and quickly let the needle in her hand dart in and inject into the swollen nub. The muffled shout from the slave strapped to the table grew and her efforts to escape intensified as the pain of the shot startled her more then hurt her, but the medication being injected into her clit hood, began to work through the girl's body and cause the lips to plump and swell.
As the Nurse smiled and moved to the other side to inject the other breast with the medication, She nodded to the orderlies who made sure to secure and strap the male into place as she would be tending to him next. She paused to caress the French girl's cheek and see the glazed look flood her eyes, showing the medication was beginning to work it's effects on the body. She knew that for the best results, to please the and to keep her own ass out of harm's way, both slaves must be drugged properly, and the girl would be easier to bring to full lactation capabilities if medicated, so the pumps would be able to stimulate and collect the milk that was sought from this female cow. The male would be medicated to keep him hard and erect for the bemusement of those who would see how well he could be maintained and toyed with before being drained of his juices as well.
She checked the heartbeat and pulse on the girl, noticing the medication doing it's actions, of immobilizing the body, while stimulating the hormones required for the breast play. She nodded her head to the souse chefs who undid sophie's bonds, rolled her over and into pace on the serving tray, securing her legs in the spread eagled position, leaving her pussy and rear accessible, and they positioned her so her breasts dropped down through the cut out holes so they could be fitted for the milking procedure that would both entertain and refresh the Party goers. As she made her way over to where the man was oiled down back and front and secured on his back, she saw that sophie's handlers had begun oiling down her backside from head to toe, and began laying decorative mixes of fruit and cheeses along side her torso. A Funnel gag was slipped into the slave girl's mouth and the tubing ran up to a Medical Stand that held fluids that would be fed into the girl to keep her hydrated and fluid while the milking was ongoing.
As she approached the male, she studied him as she prepared his injection. This one was bigger then the girl, so would require more medication for the demands to be placed on him. She reached for the harness that would be wrapped around his cock and balls, securing it and isolating the balls while keeping the cock accessible and able to rise to the needs of the event. She smiled as she raked her fingernails lightly down his body and saw the trail of goosebumps respond to her touch and the soft moan that slipped past his gagged lips as she began to swab down his scrotum to prepare for the injection.
The souses chefs assigned to him, had already oiled down his body, front and back and the glow of the skin was evident, the marks from his testing glowing brightly on his skin showing where he had been tenderized in the preparatory process. She grabbed hold of his sac and squeezed the balls gently in her hand to get a feel for them and find the place where she would make the injection of the meds that would keep him stiff and erect for hours. She was curious as to why he had been blindfolded, unlike the girl, but she was not surprised at the Lectern mask slipped over his lower face. She knew sometimes they people enjoyed hearing the sounds of suffering from the slaves and at times, guests would straddle the meat to be orally pleasured and it seemed like this might be the fate of the meet lying down, stripped, shaved from the neck down, spread eagled, oiled and lubed and soon to be gifted with a raging hard on that would be used to amuse others and torment and remind him of his new role in life.
She found the base of the scrotum sac and with her usual precise movement, slipped the needle into the skin, heard the groan of pain as the slave felt the needle pierce his flesh and she administered the stimulant into his loins. She then made sure the harness was wrapped into place and that his balls were situated in their own slots and the leather was locked around the base of his shaft, knowing that before he was wheeled out of the room, his cock would respond to the medication and grow stiff and firm, ready to stay erect and useful for the Dinner guests for the duration of the event.
As the souse chefs scurried between the counters with the food and the slaves tabled and laid out in place and in display form for the event, she moved between the two trays and studied both slaves to see how the medication was kicking into effect. She grinned and shivered at the same time, knowing that at one time she had been affixed to a table like this, till her nursing skills had been discovered and she had been spared a permanent fate and hired on at the club to work on the medical staff for the VIP portion of the club, and attend to the first aid needs of the club action that took place over their heads, as the unaware sheep bleated and grinded together, oblivious to the darker purposes this club served.
She saw the milking device wheeled in and she knelt down to fit the suction cups into place over the breasts that had fallen into the holes and were dangling now like a cow's udders, ready to be milked. She was pleased as she tweaked the nipple and felt the slave moan and she was pleased to see how firm and swollen the nipple and breast looked as it was forced into the hole. The swelling of the breast from the tight hole it had been fitted into was becoming quite apparent and the suction of the machine would keep the meat swollen and better able to pump the milk from her breasts. The machine was placed on a small tray underneath and to the back of the girl. She would not see the machine itself, but she would certainly feel the effects of it as it pumped with a steady flow and would extract the milk from the French slave's breasts, and anything else if they kept the machine working too long.
As the souse chefs strapped sophie down, on the serving tray, they began to lay garnishes alongside her body, framing it in a field of green as they sliced the cheese and meat slices that would be used and laid out across the girl's body from the base of her neck all the way down her torso and across her thighs and calves. They placed small dishes of dressing in each corner for the guests to use as they poured the first mix of fluids into the funnel stand and watched the water begin to flow down the tube and into the girl's mouth to keep her wet and hydrated. The Nurse watched as they pulled the specially designed candle holder out and coated it's phallus like base and moved to the midpoint of the tray and as one souse chef pried the slave's ass cheeks apart, the other one began to push the candleholder into her ass.
This caused a loud moan to escape sophie's lips as her eyes opened wide while she swallowed the water that was being dripped into her lips. The Nurse moving to the front of the serving tray, flicked her penlight across the girl's eyes for responsiveness and saw a flicker of following the light which showed that although the drugs had taken effect, the meat was aware and feeling everything that was happening to her. The candle would be lit and any movement of her ass or legs during the evening would cause a splatter of the candle wax over the girl's body. The Nurse knew the wax would not leave much damage, but the oils that had been basted onto the body of the salve would accentuate the heat factor and make it feel more intense on a body that could not offer much resistance to the fallen and dripping wax.
As the candle was secured and the slave moaned softly while sucking on the water she was being fed, the Nurse turned to the male and looked him over. The lectern half face mask was strapped over his mouth and he lay there spread eagled and glistening as they basted his body and all parts of him from the neck down with the oils. She could see his eyes closed and his chest rising quicker as the medications were kicking into effect. She saw his cock growing and stiffening, and knew his balls would be swelling in the harness that was strapped around his cock and scrotum. The girl would have the candle coming out of her ass, this one would have his cock hard and lubricated and accessible to anyone who wanted to stroke it and use and humiliate the male slave.
She moved in and checked his heart beat and lungs. She knew they were still her responsibiiity to care for during the event and what could fall on her if she failed to attend to the needs of the slaves, and she did not wish to endure a week in private discipline. She checked his pulse and allowed herself a moment to appreciate how well the souse chefs had basted this one in his oils and how well his cock was responding to the medicnes. She stroked his firm shaft and felt the lubricated organ respond to her touch and shwe felt his body suck in some air at the contact. She stroked the shaft quietly and watched the balls swelling in thier harness, turning a nice color from the restricted blood flow. She leaned in and kissed the head softly, leaving her lipprints as a ring around the head and moved up to take his pulse.
His eyes were closed as she found his wrist, strapped in place over his head and placed her fingers in the right place to feel the pulse. As she did, his eyes snappeed open and his glance found her eyes and She stopped what she was doing as their eyes locked into place and she felt his eyes, peering over the half mask that covered his lips and mout hone in on her and seemingly stare deep into her soul. She felt his eyes hold her gaze and see things inside her that no one could see, she shivered in the intensity of the hazel eyes as they locked with hers and studied her while strapped down to the serving tray. The noise and hustle of the souse chefs faded into the background as she totally felt herself being drawn deep into his gaze. Her lip quivered as she could not break the stare and even though she knew herself clothed and in the room with others, She felt as if she was stripped nude, standing before him, nothing she could hide from him about her actions and choices and what she did to keep herself safe and what she would do to make sure her secrets were safe.
As tears filled her eyes, her lips moving softly in words no one could hear in the hubub of the galley, the meat being chained into place and oiled up, the foods being placed across the bodies of both the female and male, she felt a souse chef rush past her and bump into her, knocing her off balance and breaking the gaze. She stepped back startled and stunned at the effect those eyes had. She had never expereinced anything like that, and Lord knew she had checked the eys of numerous slaves who had been brought through the kitchen and prepared for serving. She noticed that he turns his head back and let his gaze stare upwards as the souse chefs completed decorating his body with a variety of sushi and a special garnish laid around his cock and balls, which she could tell were stiff and swollen and the balls had colored as the harness was intended for it to do. He would be suffering there for the evening, even as his cock glistens with the oils that had been rubbed into his shaft, and she could still see the trace of her lip prints around the head of his cock.
She found a chair and sat down, her legs still weakend and her heart aflutter from the fallout of that stare. She wondered what was in the soul of a slave that could generate such an emotional impact with his eyes. The French girl, she was normal, the Nurse looking over and seeing the suction of the cones pulling and pumping on the swollen breasts that were trapped and hanging underneath her serving tray as the cheeses and meats were strewn in a decorative plating across her body as well. She knew the girl's holes would all be used before the night was said and done, which is why she had been strapped down in the spread eagled position. The anal candlestick that was strapped down and into the French girl's ass, was strapped around her hips and waist to hold it in place. The candle would burn well and the wax drippings would create their own pattern of color and struggle as the hips and ass would cause her to splatter the wax on her lower back and legs, and that would amuse the crowd to no doubt.
The souse chefs were wrapping up their work as they prepared the two slaves to be served as dinner for the VIP Mistress who had ordered these two from the menu and left specific instructions as to how they were to be served. The Master chef would come by to make sure of the work, and the Nurse knew she would have to report the medical side of preparations had been concluded and she would move to the viewing room to monitor and make sure the slaves were controllable during the meeting that the VIP would be having with Her guests as they talked over business and dined off of and amused themselves with the meal and the slaves that were being served up. The Nurse knew that pending how the evening went, the fate of the slaves would be determined by how well they endured and responded to the handling of their bodies this night. If they continued to please, they would be cleaned up and secured for package and to be shipped off to their next training venue while traces of their existance would be eliminated byt the tech people that worked for the club.
She also knew from cleanup sessions that she had to supervise, if either or both were found wanting, the potential for problems would be disposed of as the bodies of the slaves would be carved up and recycled into service for the club. The blood would be collected and frozen for later events and the meat would be carevd up and stored for use in future menus that would be used to feed the humans that danced blissfully on the club dance floor, unaware of what happened below them, as those VIP's and friends of the Club Owners, sated their desires on the flesh of men and women who either found new lives as slaves, or lost their lives in ultimate service to the club, even the skeletal remains were sometimes used as decorative functions for the play rooms, while the rest of the remains were ground up and disposed of in ways she had only heard of and prayed she would never have to find out for herself.
She watched as the Master Chef inspected the two slaves bound and served up on his trays. She saw him check for coloring, resraint and the way the foods were laid across the nude bodies. She knew the oils and basting juices he had cfreated in the kitchens here, weer designed to react with the body chemistry of each piece of meat, creating a scent and texture that would be unique to that piece of slave meat. That way the sense of smell for the Diner and guests would be engaged along with the visual sight of bound slave meat draped in fine foods. The Master Chef reached between the legs of the French slave and probed and manipulated her sex to see that the natural juices of her body flowed, to interminx with the oils and jump start the dining scent the slut would be eminating during the dinner. The Nurse also knew that the heat of the candle would also stimulate the chemsitry of the oils and slave juices and flavor the meat with a smoky aroma as the wax and heat mixed with the oils and natural sweat from the French slut, to bring out a flavor that would be found no where else in the world.
Slaves had been bid on and sold off in frantic auctions sometimes, when the scent of the slave, mixed with the oils and body jucies stimulated the palates of the Power Players that partied in this aprt of the club, and oftimes took the playtoys home with them. She stayed clear of the Master Chef, who she knew had his own special room set aside for any who messed up their work in his Kitchen. She had been called in on more then one occasion to tend to and see a staff member carted out of that room and taken to the medical ward and tended to after the Master Chef had expressed his displeasure on the unfortunate soul that had messed up. If they were good and he liked them, they would be allowed back to serve in the kitchen. If not, there was always other uses for staff members at the club, including being used as human decorations. She had seen several former kitchen memebers, gagged anad bound and mounted as living works of art in various places around the club, both above ground and in the back VIP sections.
The Master Chef made a few adjustments to the cheeses and meats draped over the French slut's body and hummed softly to himself as he took a small basin of oil and poured it across the ass cheeks of the girl and worked the oils into her skin and sex as he stoked the heat inside the girl that would be increasing in intensity due to the injections she had made into the slave's breasts and pussy lips. He stood up and made sure the wrist and ankle restraints were tight and he pulled the leather strap across the slave's back, to secure her at the waist. Since the meal was being prepared for the VIP from Australia. he was making sure these two pieces of meat were pleasing to all senses. He grinned as he ran his fingers along the girl's slit and tasted her juices. "Perfect," he thought, "She is already juicing well in conjunction with my oils and fluids." He hit the start button on the milking machine and let a wicked grin flash across his face as the suction began and the breasts danced inside the cups as the slut moaned, her eyes open. but unfocused as the medication continued to keep her sedated and part of the visual work of art of fine foods being served on a living platter.
He then turned and walked over to the male and imspected the bonds and restraints and made some adjustments of the sushi and seafoods draped over the bigger body. He reached down to adjust the garnish placed around the slave's swollen cock and balls and rolled the swollen balls thru his fingers, testing their sensitivity and color that was highlighted by the hard shaft, with the blood rushing to and swelling the head to a deep shade of purple. He nodded in pleasure as he heard the moan from the male slave, and he liked the lectern half mask secured over the lower face of the male. He reached into his pocket for two small suction tubes and leaned in and slid them over each of the nipples on the male and topped the vials off with a small fitting which allowed him to set two slim birthday like candles into the centepiece holder now affixewd to the male's nipples.
He took the leather straps and ran them across the waist of the male, he never liked to have his food be able to move if the medications wore off before the dinner party was done. As he stepped back and took one last look at both trays, he nodded to the staff and reached for the lighter and smiled a the flame lit up. He moved over to the girl, rubbing her pussy once more, to massage the oils and her juices into her flesh to make it even sweeter as he lit the candle planted in her ass and watched it flicker and catch the wick and start to glow. He then turned and looked at the male, seeing the steady rise and fall of the breathing food tray as he lit the smaller candles suctioned onto the meat's swollen nipples and stepped back and clapped his hands together.
"They are done people, let's get these meat trays ouot of my kitchen and onto the elevator and move them up to the VIP Suite, I do not wish to keep our Guest and her people waiting, and besides, these two look good enough to eat." The room broke into laughter over the old line and the waiters came and began pushing the two slave trays out of the way as the crew began to clean down the area and prepare for the next special menu orders that were not that far behind.
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Chapter Sixteen
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Posted:Jul 26, 2023 8:49 pm
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2023 5:17 am 3520 Views
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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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Chapter Fifteen
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Posted:Jul 25, 2023 6:06 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 5:37 am 4969 Views
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The girls smiled to each other as they studied the bound slaves, staked out in the spread eagle position. As the girls reached for the equipment they would be using, prior to the coating session, each one took time to let their hands run over the bodies of the slaves bound before them, to get a feel for the curves, the corners and the angles of each slave's body. The girls had specific tasks here as they did with any slave meat brought to the room for cleaning and prepping, and both knew that if they did not wish to be on the receiving end of this room, they had best do their jobs well.
Sophie lay on the table, exhausted to her core. Her chest moving in shallow gasps as she sought to recover her strength from the ordeal she had been through. All holes in her seemed stretched beyond belief and the gag filling her mouth continued to make her jaw ache and she felt humiliated by the steady stream of drool that slipped out of the corners of her mouth. The Cross,the stocks, the enema, the hosing down had just about broken her spirit and she moaned and shivered as she felt the touch of the handler assigned to tend to her now.
She had always loved exposing herself and letting others see her during sexual action. This was something she and her boyfriend Eric had loved and done in Europe for many months. They had even found an onlineon linecan Master to turn to and comply with his instructions, and what adventures he had led them on. He even had Eric tied and bound during some of them. She smiled to herself as she remembered the rush she felt seeing Eric bound to the cross with his cock hard and throbbing. She shivered as she felt her body being wiped down again with a warm clothe and wondered what had happened to her boyfriend and if she would ever see him again.
Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt a creme it seemed being spread under her arms and rubbed into her skin there. It smelled similar to the shaving creme she used when she shaved her underarms and legs, and she shivered softly as the touch of the handler, wondering if she was going to be shaved as part of the cleaning ritual they were having to endure. The massaging of the ointment into her body felt good, as the hands of the girl rubbed the ointment onto her body from the neck all the way down her chest, her legs and even onto her feet. It was a relaxing change of pace, but she also began to feel a stinging sensation come as the ointment sank deeper into her skin.
As she bit down on the gag, she wondered about the male on the other table. She had seen him come into the club with a couple, the female and he on leash. After serving the trio, she watched with curiosity as The couple led him to a bidding post and secured him there. She had been at the club long enough to know what his fate was, or so she had thought. She had seen him inspected by the Dark Mistress with the 3 girls in chains that had followed her and then disappeared into the Private VIP section of the club, and when told to serve a drink to the Scarlett Haired Mistress who had entered the club later with the Hollywood starlet on leash, she had not thought anything of it when told to say the drink had been from the Man bound to the pole. She nearly fainted when The Mistress instructed the Club aide to take her to the room and make her ready. She shuddered as she remembered being cuffed and led down the hall and then strapped to the Cross, naked and balancing over the wooden dildo that slid into and out of her pussy every time she rose or lowered herself on the cross.
At first as always, the sexual needs of her body came to the forefront and she had humped and displayed herself obscenely for those who were in the Dungeon, watching her writhe and suffer on the Cross. The orgasms that ripped through her were intense as always. She had learned from serving her American Master, how hard she came when strapped to a cross, and when the Mistress studied her with those eyes, it was like all inhibitions in her were stripped away and she was a pure sexual slut, seeking favor from those who controlled her sex and herself as well.
But the pain also taught and trained her as her body was pushed above and beyond what she felt herself capable of enduring, yet the pain excited her in ways that the sensual did not. She had lost all track of time, and felt drained from all that had been done to her. Yet the fear that her night was not over lay in the back of her mind as the stinging sensation swept her body. Her handler made sure the hair removal creme was lathered all over Sophie's body, to not only remove all hair, but to make the skin soft, supple and glow, as a well cleaned piece of meat should be for those about to feed on her.
She struggled and began to moan as the ointment sank in and set her skin on fire. She saw both handlers approach him and begin to feel him up and inspect his body, both freely handling his cock and balls, commenting on how it was going to really need a good lathering of the mixture to get this area cleared out. She tried to focus on what they were doing to him when the ointment began to set her sex afire and caused her to pull back into her mind and writhe and moan from the pain and the burning it felt that her body was going through.
He heard the moans of anguish coming from Sophie as he rested in his bonds. He had been stretched and tested as hard as he could ever recall being worked and the ache was deep in his body and bones. So the chance to lay down even pined down on display like this, gave him a chance to rest and regain his strength. His eyes opened up though as he felt the handlers, taking free rein to feel him up but good. A deep sigh slipped past his bit gag as he felt hands in places that reminded him that he was slave here, a piece of meat to be checked and prodded as called for. Still in spite of his best intent, he could not stop his body from responding to their touches as he felt them handle and stroke his cock and balls, squeezing the sac and fondling his cock back to hardness.
The pleasure of the action caused him to moan into his gag, as the first handler began to spread the ointment over his chest and arms. The smell of the ointment wafted into his nose, but the other handler was still teasing and toying with him, making him hard to the point it was hard to concentrate and maintain control, which is what the girls had hoped to get. His cock stiffened under the attention as he felt the ointment applied to his arms and underneath them and all over his chest. He tried to understand what was happening, when the lips of the girl slide down his shaft and again, blew his concentration out of the water. He was so weary, he could not even try and buck his hips to move her from his rod, and her lips and warm mouth were wet and skilled at their task and he felt the old rush of blood race to the organ and answer the call of her talented mouth and hands.
The slender girl leaned in and whispered in his ear. "If you obey and do as your told, I will remove your gag for a short breather slavemeat." Her eyes sparkled with joy at what she was thinking, and she saw it as part and parcel of the perks of working in this part of the club. "You will stay silent while we work on you and obey any command given you by either of us with a simple "Yes Mistress", do you understand slavemeat? "Nod your head twice if you do and are wanting a breather from that bit gag." She winked down to her partner who smiled back as she took a scoop of the ointment out and rubbed it in and around his cock and balls and right above his manhood, covering the public hair with the ointment too. She grinned, knowing that the lotion would do it's bit on him as it was doing on the French girl, soaking into the body and loosening the body hairs that had to be removed from the neck down on both slaves, so no hair would get in the way of the plating of the food on the slaves and on the feeding that might be done on them on a sexual level as well.
The scent of the handles filled his senses, almost masking out the aroma of the ointment that he felt begin to tingle and heat his body up. His jaws had been filled with the bit gag for it seemed like forever, and the thought of any kind of relief seemed to be worth it, although he had an idea of what was going to happen when the gag was removed. But he knew from other dances in other places, when submissive or slave, you make trades to get you to where you need to be. He was under their control, and in his current state, disobedience or refusal to cooperate, was never a smart move. So he looked up briefly and nodded his understanding to the Handler, who clapped her hands together delightedly as she caressed his cheek and told him to lift his head so She could get at the strap behind him where the gag had been secured into place.
She pulled her shorts off as she moved his gag off to the side and smiled as she saw her partner move over to where the French slave was and move between the slave's legs to feast on some French Wine. Both girls did not fear being punished for using the slaves in this way, for that was the fate of all slaves who came through these quarters. Their fate had been decided, the lives they knew were gone forever, even if they had not fully realized what had happened to them. But for now, she had needs, and he had a mouth and She would take pleasure from it, and if he served well, perhaps She would pleasure herself on his cock and allow him a full release before they finished the denuding of the slavemeat and moving them onto the serving trays that would wheel them up to the private dining area, where they would be staked out, layered with food, and served to their Owner and whomever She might wish to share the meal and the meat with.
She smiled in delight and wondered how good he could be with his tongue. After stripping down nude, she climbed up onto the table and knelt right over his face. He did find her cute, and sexy, even bound and vulnerable as he was, and he knew what she was wanting. She squeezed her breasts together for him and leaned in and whispered softly. "Please me with your tongue slave, and perhaps I will let you taste how good my breasts are." She grinned as she tweaked her nipples, which had hardened quickly in the cool of the room. She tossed her head back and let her hair fall into place as She knelt over him and lowered herself over his mouth, moaning softly as she felt the first touches of his tongue on her hot twat.
He took a deep breath as She settled in over his mouth and began to lick and suck at her pussy. She had been excited during the earlier work and he could taste the mixture of her juices along with the sweat of exertion from the work she had done earlier. The scent of her was tantalizing as was the sounds of her moans as he pushed his tongue along her slit and across her clit while she writhed on his face and squeezed her breasts together. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue hit some of her sweet spots and she felt her body shiver and more other juices flowed and began to cover his face with her sweetness
He felt her pleasure as she continued to moan in pleasure at his kisses, and the way he sucked on her swollen clit. She sifted up and down on his face, coating it with her juices as she sought to ride the wave of pleasure she was finding from his mouth. When he slowed, all she needed to do was squeeze his cock hard to remind him that he had work to do, and she was rewarded with a renewed sucking and feeding on her pussy and the waves of pleasure continued to build inside her.
As he felt his body tense and tighten underneath her, his growl at her handling of his cock only seemed to make her hotter and wetter at that. She rocked back and forth across his mouth, making it hard for him to continue pleasuring her, but he still licked and kissed and nuzzled and sucked at her as he felt her moans take a higher pitch of tone, and that in turn excited his body with an energy level he didn't think had replenished after all he had been put through so far that evening.
She lifted and turned around and suddenly her ass was in his face as She leaned down to suck on his swollen cock and he felt her nipples brush across his skin. He continued to suck and swallow as the stream of juices continued to flow from her, and he felt the swelling of her lower lips which he then also paid attention to, licking at the slit and kissing the lips and nibbling on them gently.
Her deep throating of his cock dragged a growl of desire out of him as She sought her pleasure from his body in whatever way She could grab it. She did not know him, nor what was to become of him after they had finished their work, and she did not care. She got excited at what they did to the slavemeat that was brought through their club and considered this part of the fringe benefits of the job. She raised her head and looked over to see her partner and finished sucking Sophie to orgasm and had turned the French cunt over and was massaging the ointment on the backsides of the new slave and seeing the pussy coated with the ointment, She smiled to herself at what the girl would be feeling. Both She and her partner had to submit to a denuding of their own, so their skin would be hair free and the skin smooth and pleasing to the eyes of their Bosses and the VIP guests they served. But during the process, her body, especially her loins felt as if they were on fire as the ointment did it's work. But on the other hand, it meant she had great smooth silky sexy legs for at least 3 months without having to worry about another round with the razor and a can of Shaving cream.
He began to struggle in his chains as the stinging of the ointment did it's job and set his skin afire. This action made him feed and suck harder on the pussy and clit of his handler, who groaned loudly as She writhed on his face while sucking and working his cock to an aching state of desire. The two of them bucked and bounced on the table, She throwing her head back and crying out into the room as his mouth and tongue took her to the place she wanted to be. She felt the first tastes of his juices and she sucked harder, enjoying the freedom of being able to use him for her pleasure at this moment. Both She and her partner got so hot from cleaning and working on the slavemeat, that She felt no qualms in doing what others would soon be doing with these two, getting pleasure from their service and suffering.
As they bucked and sucked and he struggled in his chains to bring her off, shackles had been lowered from the overhead trac atrackophie's legs were undone, one at a time and locked into place. Her handler grinned as She pushed the buttons and the chains retracted, pulling the girl's legs into the air, even as her wrists were still bound to the front end of the table. Sophie's moans could be heard through her gag as the new strain and stress placed on her body reenerre-energizednd caused her to cry out into her gag. But her handler had worked this room before and guided the hoist and chains into position and adjusted the girl's cart she had been strapped to, more into position as the slavemeat was being lifted into the air. Just when it looked like the girl had been placed on an inverted rack, Sophie's handler undid her wrists from their restraints and rolled the cart away, leaving the slave to dangle like a fresh side of beef.
Sophie screamed into her gag as she felt the blood begin to rush into her head. So stunned was she by this, she did not even feel her hands being cuffed and secured behind her back. But her screams were what was needed for the handler who had been sucking and pleasuring herself on the male slave. She slipped her mouth off his hard cock and howled into the room and let loose as her orgasm ripped through her and she came all over his face as he struggled to suck and take it all, while moaning at the way She left him hot and needing and now with no release from the addtioadditional of his excited manhood.
The girl lifted herself off his face and smiled as her partner came over and worked the buttons that moved the shackles over to where he lay strapped to the table. She turned around and smiled at her juices coating his face and goatee. She saw the ache in his face and the want in his eyes as his cock was being slapped around by her partner. "Get used to it boy," she smiled as she caressed and squeezed her breast together, just out of his reach. "You were ok witOKyour tongue and mouth, but not good enough to taste these." She smiled as She got off the table and went over and hugged her partner. Their bodies tanned, toned and coated in a sheen of sweat and desire as they kissed each other deeply while making sure his ankles were locked into place.
He closed his eyes to shut out the sight of the two free women enjoying the moment, his cock still stiff and his balls aching from need. He heard the whimpers now of his partner in this ordeal, and turned to see Sophie hanging upside down by her ankles. Her face red, her eyes closed, the tears streaking out of the corner of her eyes as she waited helplessly for what was to come next. He could see her body coated in the same ointment that was driving him crazy, and then his eyes opened wide as he felt his legs being lifted up into the air and he turned to see the girls laughing at them, and his handler moved to him, and picked up the gag.
"Open up boy," she said as she slapped his ass firmly. "Time for slavemeat to be seen and not heard." He growled softly as he obeyed her command and felt the damm bdamngbit gagped back into his mouth and secured as his body continued to be raised into the air. "When I undo your restraints from your wrists slavemeat," his handler whispered in his ear, "If you do not wish your girl to suffer more at your expense, do nothing with your hands except place them behind your back." He studied her face as she issued her instructions to him and nodded as the bitgagbit gagagain filled his mouth.
The girl caressed his cheek, happy to see him obey so well. She mockingly caressed his face as she undid his bonds and watched him be lifted off into the table and hung as the girl was. She noted his quick obedience and smiled. Some people would survive in their new life, others would not. She locked his hands into place behind his back and smacked his ass firmly again. She was not sure about the girl, dangling beside him as her partner went for the power hose and got the water pressure build up. But this one, She stroked his hard shaft teasingly and heard him moan at her touch. This one just might make it, depending on who had bought him.
She stepped back and rolled the carts away from the two as the washdowash downof the denuding was ready. Now that the ointment had it's chance to soak into the bodies of both slaves, it was time to wash it off, along with most of the hair that had been loosened by the potion. They would have to take a pair of chamois clothes to the bodies of the slavemeat, to wipe off the rest of the hair and ointment from their bodies. She grinned at the sight, since it was always a turn on to see slavemeat hanging from the hook, more or less, and since She was still nude, she did not mind getting wet as her partner began to hose the two slaves down.
She clapped happily as the first gusts of water from the hose, washed over the slaves and swung them back and forth in their chains, causing the bodies to rock back and forth. She triggered the overhead showers that would keep a steady flow of water falling down on them. She had to stay on alert, since while being hung from their ankles, the noses or mouths of the slavemeat could be filled with water and cause major problems if the slaves could not breath while being cleaned. She remembered the previous pair of handlers that had botched this part of a washdowash downhivered at the punishpunishment two girls endured. The last she had heard, both had been sold, One to a Russian Drug Lord who had a sadistic taste for American women, and other one was sold to a Japanese CongloConglomeratea Dungeon Whorehouse where girls served in ways she just shudddshuddereding about.
A snort from the male slave who sputtered as the water washed into his face and mouth, pulled her back to attention. She nodded to her partner who turned off the hose and let the drenched slaves hang there, dripping and soaked, the bodies showing tghe ethets of the ointment, as patches of skin were now hair free, and they moved into wipe the slaves bodies down with the cloths. The results were as expected, what hair had not been washed off by the high pressure hosing down, came off easily enough as the handlers, dried and completed the denuding of the slavemeat, and as they stepped back and inspected the two. Both girls were pleased to see each slave was hair free from the neck down, both bodies glistened and glowed from the effects of the treatment, and even the male's was now clean of all hairs, public and otherwise.
It was time to send them off into the kitchen area, where they would be dressed with the foods and plated and secured on the tables that would be used to feed the Guests in the VIP lounge area. The handlers were happy and soaked and pleased with their work, and so each one took the remote controls and fired up the motors and sent the slavemeat hanging like a side of beef, to the kitchen for the plating and securing. It was time for them to slip back into the employees area and clean each other up and play for awhile, before they were summoned back to work in the next bodies. As the slaves disappeared through the swinging doors, She turned to her partner, still clothed and nodded and knelt before her, nude, wet and wanting. Her legs spread as her partner approached, her back was straight as she felt the longing sweep over her again. She held her head high, but kept her eyes lowered as her hands slipped behind her neck, making her breasts pull up and present themselves more for her Partner's approval. She sighed happily as she felt the collar slide around her neck and be locked into place and the click of the leash showed it was time for the fun to begin. A gentle tug on the leash, brought her to her feet, hands still held in place behind her head, she smiled and moaned softly as Her Partner led her off for some pleasure time of their own.
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Chapter Fourteen
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Posted:Jul 24, 2023 5:20 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 5:37 am 3812 Views
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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 curiosity 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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Chapter Thirteen
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Posted:Jul 23, 2023 5:53 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 5:37 am 4309 Views
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He hung in shame, his heart in his stomach as he watched Sophie's eyes glaze over with the pain of the prod. He could not look at her eyes, feeling responsible for the pain she had just endured at his actions. He understood that he was in new territory now that he had never dealt with before. There would be no safe word for him to code out on, no alarm that would ring to signal the end of the session. This had just become all to real for him as he watched them continue to wash her down and he felt them roughly working and washing his body off as well.
The bathing and cleaning complete, Marcus grinned as he studied the two, seeing the pain and sorrow in both their faces as he lowered them to the ground. No matter how often new meat was warned, they had to learn the hard way it seemed. Not that he minded, some days, he just loved his job, and this day was one of them. He secured his controls and approached the group as the staff took their places behind and to the sides of the slaves and he stopped to inspect them.
"I am going to remove the gags from your mouths," he told the two who stood before him with their heads lowered, "But you are not to speak unless spoken to, or we can find more filling toys to keep you quiet. Do you understand me slaves?" Both nodded, keeping their eyes down and mumbles of "Yes Sir" were heard from both of the slaves. "Good," Marcus said as he nodded to the men who began to wheel the next stations into the area while the girls reached behind the slaves and undid their gags.
As the bit gags were removed from their mouths, both slaves sighed loudly then grew quiet as they exercised their jaw muscles which had gone stiff from the amount of time they had been gagged. Both caught quick looks at each other, but did not let their heads move much as to not draw the wrath of their trainer. He ran his tongue along his lips to try and wet them and to help calm his nerves. They both heard noise behind them as something was being wheeled into the training center, but neither knew what was to be done next, their feelings about what was happening during the cleaning, were paid as much attention to as one would do with a cat or that needed to be cleaned.
Marcus was pleased so far with what he read in their body language. He had been doing this long enough that he could see the body's acceptance of it's fate, even before the slave themselves realized that their spirit had been collared and contained. He was not sure of the fate of either of them, he could see why the girl had been taken, but had no clue yet as to why this VIP wanted the male. But his was not to reason why, his was to make them ready for what was to come, and it was seeing the light sink into the brains of these slaves, that he found a rush as hope was replaced by the reality of their new lives.
He walked over between the new stations and stood between them as he looked at the slaves. "Look up meat," he said, and watched both slaves obey quickly. He chuckled as their eyes widened and the male shook his head in disbelief at what he had for them. "These are specially designed stocks for the through cleaning and inspection of the meat that passes from here to the VIP chambers of the club and for other party venues around the world slaves." I make sure that all slaves are prepared and cleaned thoroughly as part of the inspection process that only Grade A Slave meat leaves the kitchens of the Club Aphrodite."
As he opened the top latch and lifted the top part of the stocks, the girls took the leashes of the slaves and guided them closer to this next test. The two slaves exchanged glances as they cautiously moved across the wet floor, their bare feet shackled and keeping their stride short, and their hands bound behind them, they were unable to resist being freely moved as much as their restrains would let them to this new test. The slaves cautiously stood before the platform as the men opened the base where the two would step into the unit and have it secured around their ankles. Both slaves took a deep breath and at the persistant tugging of their leashes, they stepped up and into the slots and found their legs spread and locked into place, and the sound of the frame being resecured echoed around the room as the floor board was locked into place.
"You both are learning to be quiet and obey," Marcus said as he watched them being locked into place. "Perhaps you can learn and impress your new Owner with the tricks you can learn as the good lil pets you are." He laughed as he slapped both their asses and nodded to the girls, "Pull 'em into place ladies," he said as the slaves were pulled forward and bent over at the waist as their heads were guided into the center slots. Neither of the slaves could resist even if they wanted to, so they complied and laid their heads into the center slots, and as the girls cleared their hair, the men moved into place, starting with him, they undid his handcuffs and placed his wrists into the slots on either side of his head and lowered the top beam down and closed it over his head, pining him in place. He let out a sigh of frustration as he felt the lock being secured and the padlock clicked into place, and he stood there, bent at the waist, his legs spread wide, his ass pushed out and displayed with his cock and balls hanging down between his legs. Marcus grinned as he walked around the man and squeezed his sac, causing the slave to hiss softly at the pressure as the girls took Sophie through the same lock down procedures and bent her at the waist and locked her into place as well.
Both were now secured in the stocks, questions filling their eyes, but other then a nervous lick of their tongue accross a lower lip or a slight shaking of the body, both slaves stood quietly knowing that however humilaiting this might make them look, there was certainly more being planned for them. Both slaves were learning that what was to be done with them would be done with them, whether they liked it or not, but if by obeying promptly and doing as they were told, it might not always need to be a painful lesson taught that their lives were being changed for ever.
The squeaky noise of wheels filled the air as the girls each wheeled in a stand similar to what what Hospitals used to hang iv bags on the hook and then run the attachments from the stand into the patients. Both slaves were unable to look up and see the stands, although they could hear them being wheeled to them and around them as they began to feel the ache of being bent in half and locked into place. Marcus grinned as he nodded to the two teams and the girls began to prepare the mixture and the guys rolled the stands back by the slaves asses and took some lubricant out and prying apart the slaves ass cheeks, the began to rub the ooze across the the cheeks.
Sophie gasped as her rear was opened to lubrication and he growled low and struggled in his stocks as Marcus knelt down between them and laughed softly. "I told you, no slave meat comes through here without a through inspection and cleaning, for I will not serve anything less the Grace A meat that has been properly cleaned and prepared to the of this club." He smiled when the girls signaled the potion was ready and he took the first tube and nozzle and moved behind the male slave, and pushed the hose against his ass.
Instinct fired up as the slave clenched his cheeks together to try and prevent what he now knew was going to happen, and Marcus chuckled as again another male slave thought he could be prevented from being washed out in this manner. As he reached down and squeezed hard on the slave's cock and balls, he growled softly, "remember her screams from last time boy?"
"Yes Sir", came the soft spoken reply from the front of the stocks. "Then accept your fate and save her any additional pain from what this may do to your egos. Trust me, your egos have no place now in your new world." Marcus grinned as he saw the slave take a deep breath and sigh slowly and unclench his ass cheeks. He would give the boy credit, he knew when to stop and save the girl from pain, and accept his fate.
"Much better meat," came the trainer's reply as he pushed the tube into the asshole and kept a steady hand there as the body's natural desire to push out was ridden through and the hose was pushed in to a point where the ball could be inflated so that the fluid flowing in, would not be allowed to escape the way it came. Once that was secured, he stepped back and slapped the ass of the slave and adjusted the flow so that the fluid began to run down the tubing and into the body. He smiled as he knew how red the face of the slave would be from this forced enema, and he heard the low growl and struggle in his stocks which proved him right.
Sophie could not see what had happened, but at hearing the growl of her companion, she felt for him, and then felt her eyes widen as her ass cheeks were also spread apart and a wet lubricant was lathered along her backside. She moaned as she felt her sex being explored and squealed softly at the insertion of the hose into her ass. She now knew what had caused him to react as he did, as her body fought the insertion of the tubing, but she felt their steady hand, as if they had done it before, work through her attempts to expel it, then she felt a slight swelling inside her as the inflation of the ball, secured it inside her and she settled in and moaned as the fluids began to flow into her, as the total cleansing of both slaves continued.
Marcus moved to a phone and picked it up to send a message to the desk, while the men wheeled out two trays and chairs to place in front ot the slaves, while the girls grinned at each other and went to a cupboard and brought out the tools they would use during the cleaning process. They chatted with each other as they sat down in front of the slaves and each girl told the slave in front of her to unclench their hand and leave it out palms up. A puzzled look crossed the slaves faces, as the girls uncovered the tray beside them and took up the tools and began to give a manicure to each slave's hands.
The surrealness of the moment was not lost on the male slave as he looked in amazement at what was happeneing to them. He turned his head as best he could to see the same treatment was being applied to Sophie, then groaned as he felt a stomach cramkp hit him whle the fluid continued to flow into his ass. He could feel his stomach distend from the washing out, and bent over as he was, it made him look like he was bloating from the steady pressure of the water running into his body from the enema.
Sophie stood there as confused by the turn of events as he was, seeing her hands tended to and worked on, while her stomach bloated with the pain of the water flooding into her ass and causing her body to cramp with building pains as the full bags of water were drained into each of their asses in a steady flow. She also heard a click and small buzz, that soon became obvious to her when she felt it on her sex and pussy. She gasped at the sensations and then her eyes flew open as she felt her breasts being wrapped and bound in rope. So much was happening to her that she could barely process it all. She wondered if her lover knew what was happening to her and how her friend here was handling what was happening to him.
She felt a slap on her ass and heard the voice of her trainer. "This cow has sucked up her juices quite nicely," Marcus said as he saw that the container of soapy fluid and been full drained into the female. "Make sure her beasts are wrapped tightly and then plug the hole and let her percolate under the embrace of the enema before she is washed down once more and prepared for placement on the serving table." "Yes, Sir," came the reply from the couple working on the girl.
Marcus moved over and squeezed the balls and sac of the slave and got the groan and moan he wanted as he checked on the fluid dispersal in this slave. He could see that the bag too was also drained and he reached for the plug that would be strapped into it's ass and locked into place. The butt plug, would have to be ready to move into place, before the backwash of fluid forced it's way out, but Marcus knew the widening of the anus would hold sufficinetly enough to plant it in deeply before the body could contract, and as he pulled out the small ball on the hose that kept it in place during draining, he heard a small pop and a gasp from the male as he felt the pressure.
The butt plug was 6 inches long and had to be pushed all the way upto the cheeks to be secured around the slave's waist, and he could not be worried about gentleness or the cleaniing process would have to start all over, and that was a rookie mistake he learned about and how to avoid a long time ago. Quickly pulling the hose out, of him, seeing a small dribble of clear fluid leak down the slave's leg, he pushed the plug tight up against the asshole and with a grunt, saw the dildo slip right into the widened hole before the body could shut down and begin to expel the fluid.
It was a strange scene to view for any who had not worked the room before. Two naked slaves, locked in stocks, being given manicures to their hands, locked in place, while medical stands with soapy waters drained into their asses. Then, while they were locked into place on the stocks, have the first tube pulled and replaced by the butt plug . Marcus pushed the dildo deep into the male's ass, which caused him to growl and struggle as the straps were wrapped around his legs and stomach and pulled in tight, pulling the dildo deeper into the ass, until the plug sealed the asshole shut, and the build up of pressure could begin to firmly teach the power of obedience and the cost of rebellion to both of these new slaves.
The slave shook and struggled and the girl working his manincure pushed back a bit, knowing that there would be the adjustment to the butt plug that would have to be accepted. Marcus took a crop and lashed his ass 10 times and drew a loud shout and curse from the slave. "I thought I told you boy," Marcus said as he reached for the crop, "that defiance would be dealt with, and no one needs to hear you cursing."
Both slaves stood there gasping and wondering what was to come next. "It seems boy that you forget, others will suffer for your sins as well as you." Marcus saw the eyes of both slaves open wide and the girl began to shake her head no as he lashed out and laid 12 lashes across her pussy and clit and the howls of her suffering filled the room.
The male slave sagged in his stocks and groaned in frustration as he heard the girl suffering from his loss of control. Then he moaned as the cramps from the enema added to the humiliation he was feeling as he had to hear her sobbing and gasping for breath after Marcus finished flogging her sex.
While the staff members got her butt plug dildo out and ready, Marcus did not forget the man, and lashed the dangling sac and hard cock 10 times, and with the exception of a loud gasp of air at the first lash falling, the boy kept his mouth shut during the remainder of the punishment.
Sophie barely heard the lashes on the other slave, her body racked with pain from the lashes across her sex and the cramping of the stomach from the work of the enema. Tear dropped down her cheeks as she closed her eyes and wondered why this had all happened to her. She was so lost in her own world of pain, that she at first did not feel them move behind her and pry open her ass. But Marcus and his staff had not forgotten her, as she too would need to be plugged and allowed to have the enema concoction percolate more intensely inside her.
Meanwhile the men waited for a signal from Marcus, and when he nodded, her ass cheeks were pried apart and as her tubing was deflated and then jerked out from inside her, causing a squeal from the girl. Marcus shoved the butt plug dildo into the widened opening of the ass hole before the body retained it's normal narrow opening. He rode her shaking body as he pushed the dildo deeper into her ass and she let loose with a shout....."Oh Mon Dieu, c'est trop Grand" she cried loudly as the straps were wrapped around her legs and waist, locking the butt plug into place and sending her deeper into a world of sensory overload as now both slaves were filled and plugged and racked with the cramps that come from this cleaning.
Marcus stepped back and slowly walked around the slaves to inspect the work of his team. The eyes of both slaves were glazed and minimally responsive, as a sheen of sweat coated both their bodies. He could see the red marks forming where both had been punished and knew them to be well placed marks that would fade in time and leave no physical trace, but the emotional one would linger for days to come. "Let's roll them into the next room then people," he told his team after checking the work of his girls on the manicure, and as the men pushed the stocks forward, the movement of the devices rattling the slaves, trapped there in, Marcus knew that his people were doing their jobs well, to prepare these two for their next stop in life, cleaned and prepared for the meal of their lives, as their Owner would wold dine on them, and if She liked what she tasted in them, the club would earn the purchase price, his team would earn bonuses and he would get a weekend at the destination of his choice, with any female he wanted from the club's list of and customers, from Hollywood star to American Idol, the weekend would be his to enjoy with some of the sweetest ass to be worked in the world.
He would have that bonus, and so would his team. As for these two, he chuckled softly, "Ce la vie" as their stations were locked in place in the next cleaning room, and he reached behind each slave and found the switch on the back of each butt plug and activated the first stage of the vibrating program. He chuckled as he heard moans from both slaves as they felt the anal vibrations from the dildo butt plugs. He knew that this pleasure along with the pain would further strip them down to that core essence of slave that would allow them to learn and survive what was yet to come.
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Chapter Twelve
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Posted:Jul 22, 2023 3:10 am
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He could not see the room they wheeled him into, as he was still gagged and bound and laying on the table they had used to wheel him down deeper into the depths of this strange club he had willingly followed his friends into earlier in the evening. But now, worn, although recovering, head spinning from the pain and pleasure and humiliation he had endured over the past few hours, he had no idea of time, or where his friends were, all he knew is that he and the French girl who had talked to him earlier when he was first bound and posted, were now being tested and tried beyond what either had expected when they came to the club.
He heard her whimper softly as he felt her tray being placed beside him, her breathing had calmed down, telling him she was saving her strength for what was to come. As their Mistress had said earlier, they had just gone through the "appetizer" stage as She called it and now they were to be checked and cleaned and readied for the next event. He had no idea what that all could entail, but if earlier actions were a sign, the girl and he would be feeling more pain and anything else that came along with it as they were being prepared to be served as a main course for the exotic Woman he had locked eyes with before the deal was struck and they were taken down into the dungeons and introduced to a new world for them.
He then felt a hand on his collar and from the gasp he heard from the girl, knew that she felt the same strong hand pulling up on their collars. Although neither one could see because of the blindfolds, they could definitely hear the voice and the power in back of it. "Welcome slaves to the next stage of your indoctrination, the full cleaning and grooming of slaves."
"My name is Marcus, and I am in charge of you two during this stage of your testing. I will make you ready for what is to come next, as the who owns you two, has left specific instructions for what She wants done with each of you. If you obey and do as your told, this will not be as harsh as it can be, but if you think in anyway that you will not be disciplined for failure to comply, trust me, you will find I am not slow with the lash." He nodded to the girls working with him and they began to undo the hogtie that had kept the two slaves bound during transport, but kept their hands bound behind their back and in place of the ropes around their feet, the aids locked a set of shackles onto both his and Sophie's ankles.
"I will have the blindfold removed in a few moments, but understand this, do not look anyone straight in the face without being commanded to. In your new role in life, that is no longer a luxury that is yours to enjoy. When you are allowed to speak, Yes Sir, or Yes Ma'am, are the best words to use with the staff here, otherwise it is Yes Master or Yes Mistress to any of the that stop by to examine you and inspect our work. You will be helped to your feet in a few moments, and steadied, then you will begin the process of being fully cleaned and made ready for the next stage of your new life."
Questions flooded through his mind as he heard the words Marcus said. He knew that for now, he had no choice but to obey and see where this would lead him. He hoped that the girl would have mind enough to keep control of her fears, for the tone of Marcus's voice told him, that they were not the first two to have been brought here and prepared for the new life they both seemed to have been bought for.
As the slaves were helped off the table, Marcus moved over to him and as he attached the leash to his collar, he leaned in and growled softly. "Listen to me well boy, if you think you can do anything other then obey, I can promise you the girl will suffer as much as you do for your mistakes. So if you do not wish her to suffer for your stupid efforts to defy or resist what is to be done with you here, then obey me well, or you will get to see her suffer for your mistakes, and her screams will fill your ears before we then turn to and discipline you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Sir", came the muffled reply as he kept his eyes down while they stood him up and walked him over to where the French girl was kneeling, her back straight, head lowered, legs spread, hands cuffed behind her back and the ball gag still strapped between her lips. The assistants that Marcus summoned to them, made sure that he knelt as well beside Sophie, and their gags were changed from the ball gags, to a set of bit gags that although easing some of the stress and pressure on the jaws, created a whole new level of pain and humiliation since both slaves now found themselves drooling from the bit gags and finding the saliva dripping down onto their nude bodies.
As he knelt beside the girl, his eyes lowered, he listened for anything else he could gather from the room. Marcus was going over instructions with the cleaning crew and giving instructions as to who would be handling them. He tried to sneak a peak over to see how Sophie was doing, and as he looked, he saw the tears falling down her cheeks as she was breathing hard while trying to hold her place in the kneeling posture they had been left in. He leaned over as much as he could and let his hands reach for hers and squeezed them once. She looked up and over to him, fear in her eyes, and yet also a sense of desire in those eyes as well. He squeezed her hand to try and encourage her and was rewarded with a quick smile, before he felt a lash fall across his ass.
He yelped into his gag as another lash of the crop fell across his ass again. "Boy," Marcus growled, Do not tell me you think I am that stupid that I do not keep an eye on you two pieces of meat." The pain of the lash stung, and caused him to shake his head as he was forced back into stance. "You move without permission boy, you move at your peril," Marcus said as he nodded to the staff, who pulled both slaves to their feet and attached wrist and ankle rings to them, and then chained the hands of both slaves in front of their bodies as Marcus grabbed both leads and began walking into the Open showers in the back of the room.
Both he and the girl stumbled a bit as the chains around their ankles kept their strides short, but the leash on their collared necks compelled them to follow him into the shower stalls where there were two sets of shackles hanging from the ceiling in a squared off area of the room, where nozzles and shampoo and brushes and other cleaning objects were stashed in easily accessible cubicles around the room.
Each one was led to the middle of the room, and their hands were raised over their heads and locked into position. As the two slaves looked from each other to around the room wondering what was to come next, the sound of a small engine powered up, the noise startling them as they did not know what it meant.
They soon discovered what that noise meant as they felt a jerk on the chains that were cuffed to their wrists and as both looked up, they felt the chains being pulled upwards to the ceiling, as 2 men reached for hoses and the 2 women reached for the soap and shampoo, while Marcus watched the slave meat being hoisted up into position for the first round of cleaning.
The hoist stopped with both slaves dangling just off the floor of the shower, their bodies hanging from their wrists, the feet just off the floor so that only by stretching the feet, could the slaves touch the cold tiles with their toes, but as the slaves began to adjust to this new position, the girls moved into place and quickly locked spreader bars onto the ankles of both slaves, keeping their legs spread apart.
Each girl then moved to the side of one of the men who were manning the hoses, and all looked to Marcus, who after savoring the moment, let a wicked smile cross his face as he activated the hoses and the cold water shot out in a spray at the hanging bodies soaking them thoroughly in the cold stinging water that now pounded at the hanging slaves bodies, causing them to rock back and forth from the pressure of the water.
As the water hit, both slaves yelped into their gags and struggled to maintain their balance as they were drenched in the cold pounding water. He could hear a muffled scream from Sophie as she was spun around by the force of the water spraying all over her body and he shook and struggled as the pounding drops of water hit and soaked his flesh and chilled his body to the bone. The water worked it's way all over their exposed bodies, but he did notice that they used a different spray setting to soak and get their hair wet as the two shivered under the force of the cold water sapping at their will and warmth and washed all the juices and dirt and sweat from earlier in the evening off.
Marcus stopped the water and the females moved in and for the next 5 minutes began to lash both their bodies with floggers, the kiss of the leather stinging even deeper now as the cold water tightened the slaves skin and made the bite of the lash sink even deeper into their beings. The room was now filled with the sounds of the leather biting into their bodies and Sophie's muzzled screams through her bit gag.
As he hung there, struggling to avoid the lashes and feeling his body rock from side to side, he bit down on his gag and looked around. The girls continued to work them up and down their front and back, and the stings on his flesh caused a low growl to slip his lips as the lashes found their spots on his body and marked him with their touch. He saw Sophie's eyes open wide, fear flashing in them as the tears fell down her face, and then his attention was spun away from her as the lashes across his ass caused him to yelp and struggle and the chains swerved to expose his body to another lashing from the girl working him up and down as he hung there wet, cold and the lashes beginning to show across his body as the cleaning process continued.
Marcus's voice rang out in the middle of it all. "Enough," he said and the floggings finally stopped. Both of the slaves hung there, shivering in the cold, tears falling down her face, tears in his eyes, both quiet as they awaited what was to come next. "Close your eyes slaves," came the command from their Cleaner, and as they did, from above their heads, a shower of warm water flooded down on their bodies and drenched them again, causing them to spurt and struggle as the water drenched them again,leaving both bodies thoroughly wet and drenched from head to toe.
The water stopped and both slaves sputtered and shook and shivered in their chains as they tried to catch their breaths and calm their beating hearts. He knew he was near that world of subspace where the sensory overload would shut most of his senses down, but he had a feeling they would not let him linger there, and as he felt the strain on his arms and he struggled to see how the girl was doing, he heard a whoosh from overhead and a steady stream of liquid now fell onto their bodies and rolled down their skin, coating them in a residue of what, he did not know, but he hoped it was either soap or shampoo. He kept his eyes closed tight and hoped for the best.
Marcus smiled as he watched the facial expressions on the slaves as they were rinsed and cleaned and now coated with the cleanser mix that would be used to bring a clean glow and smell to their flesh. He nodded to both teams and smiled as the girls moved over to work on Sophie and the men walked over and began to work on the male slave. He knew this next sequence would shake both slaves up on so many levels, they would not be able to control what was being done with their bodies, and the modification to their minds and souls would continue to train them that they were no longer their own in any way shape or form, they were slaves, bought and paid for, and to be of service to any as required. He wondered about them both, for he knew of their Owner, and felt a small bit of fear develop in his stomach as he had heard tales of Her, but only knew for sure that when She was in the club, the Owners granted her carte blanc on whatever she wanted or who ever she wanted in the club, whether it be staff or customers, and he knew of some staff that She had taken with her and they had never been seen again at the Club Aphrodite.
As Marcus responded to a phone call, the staff began to clean the slaves, soaping them up with the cleaning fluids coating their bodies and using the washcloths and scrub brushes to rub the soap into the bodies and shampoo the hair of both slaves. Sophie squealed and moaned as the ladies fondled her body and washed it thoroughly, and as one shampooed her hair, the other washed her sex out and both girls laughed as Sophie struggled to try and shield herself from their touch, but hanging from her wrists with spreader bar keeping her legs apart, all efforts were fruitless and as the breasts and pussy were being washed and soaped up, Sophie's initial shout into her gag at being touched had diminished to a whimper of pleasure and frustration as they began to play her body as they had so many others before her, knowing just how far they could go to take her to the edge, before backing off and letting the level of frustration build up in her.
The men meanwhile were nowhere near as subtle in their approach with him. A slap across his ass and a quick grab and pull on his cock as the soap was worked into his privates showed him they saw him as nothing more then meat to be worked and prepared for usage. He tried to struggle as the spread his ass cheeks apart and lathered up the washcloth and pushed it inside to begin a cleaning process there. He tried to clench his cheeks shut and as he did, he felt a hand wrap around his balls and begin to squeeze down hard.
As the pain began to make itself known from the increasing pressure, a voice filled his ear. "Listen boy, you can either accept this and go with the flow, or you can inspire us to reach for the other tools we use when a slave fights this process. Trust me when I tell you, it is far more intrusive then what you have felt so far, and the slut hanging with you will feel it first and know it is because of you that she suffers. Is this really what you want to do?"
He sighed and looked upward as if to seek strength from above, then he felt a sharp shock to his ass and his body tightened into a muscular contraction and he yelled deeply into his gag and shook and struggled in his chains. The pain blinding him to anything else in the room. His heart beating fast, his breathing racing, as he spun back and forth working through the sudden pain of whatever it was they had touched his ass with.
"That mate," came the Cockney accent in his ear, "was just a mild setting on the prod." The staff member nodded as his partner steadied the slave in his chains and then picked up the chains from the floor of the shower and locked them onto his ankle cuffs, leaving him now in a suspended spread eagle, as they waited for him to process the pain. "Now open your eyes boy and look at your girl, and learn a lesson."
A ball of fear built in his stomach as he slowly came back to his senses and opened his eyes to see one of the girls approach Sophie with a similar prod. Sophie looked from him to the girl, then back to him, fear filling her eyes as She had seen what they had done to him. She began to shake her head no back and forth and scream into her gag as the chains from the floor were attached to her ankles, leaving her spread eagled as well, hanging nude and helpless as the prod was moved inside her legs and lightly slide along the skin.
Sophie struggled to try and avoid the touch of the prod and the voice came into his ear again. "Marcus said if you fought us, she would suffer as well boy, so watch and see, listen and learn, that disobedience has it's price. He watched in shock as the prod was placed right above her pussy and the trigger pulled and a loud shout of pain and hurt filled the room as Sophie struggled with the pain of the prod jolting her body with the electricity and she screamed and cried into her gag as the body tightened and danced to the touch of the prod, before it was finally removed and she sagged in her chains and collapsed, her head leaning forward on her chest and her eyes wide with pain and sorrow at what had just happened to her.
The voice filled his ear again, "Do we need another dance for her with the prod to remind you that to defy means pain?" He shook his head from side to side and muttered, "No Sir" into his gag and lowered his head in sorrow and shame. "Much better then mate," came the reply as the teams continued to soap and clean the bodies of the two slaves, who hung helpless and uncertain of their fates, only that if they sought to rebel, there would be hell to pay.
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Chapter Eleven
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Posted:Jul 21, 2023 5:11 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 5:37 am 3416 Views
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The silence that filled the room almost swallowed them all up, after the major finish to the action in the dungeon that night. The Mistress looked pleased as She saw that orgasms had been pulled from the man and the girl and that the first stage in their testing had been finished and that both of them were still conscious. Granted, just barely as She looked at the male, sagging in his chains. She knew the only thing keeping him on his feet were the chains that held his hands over his head, and the weight of his body wanting to collapse after being worked and teased and tortured till finally release was granted and She smiled at how hard he came in his chains, this showing her, the fire and passion inside him, and it continued to suggest that this was a pureblood, one that could alter the life of She and the clan for years to come.
She pointed to the French girl and nodded to the club staff that came in. "Take her down, and then take them both to the back for cleaning and care. I am not through with them yet, but I want them at their best for the next round." She smiled as She saw Deborah working Dancer, on a small couch over in the corner, both sweating and covered with marks, as they took the sexual energy that had built up from the previous work with the slaves, to allowing them the chance to enjoy the sheer sexual need that had risen in each one and needed the release that this intimacy could give them. She knew they would play and then shower and clean up and prepare for the other events to come. As She paused at the cell door, She turned back to look at the slaves.
"Round One is done my pretties," She smiled as he was let down from his shackles and he collapsed to the floor, and She smiled as She listened to the soft moans and mutterings of the French girl, as they eased her off the dildo she had been impaled on while hanging from the Cross. "Catch your breath my pets, for you have made in through the appetizer, up next, prepared to be served up as the Main Course." She then turned and left the room as the Club guards laid the girl down beside the man, rolled them both onto their stomachs and cuffed them into a simple hogtie while they were cleaning up the room and preparing the slaves to be taken back for clean up and preparation for the Main session.
He laid there, weak and unable to move, as his strength had been drained from him after the session. He could barely open his eyes, let alone think of moving as he was dragged over out of the way and laid on his stomach and felt his hands cuffed behind him, his ankles shackled and a simple rope between the two sets of steel, pulled tight, bringing a groan from his tired body as he was secured in a hogtie, and left to wonder what was next. He ached all over and the strain on what his body had just endured sunk deep into his psyche and soul as he tried to process all that had happened to him since he had been led in on collar and leash to this club, what seemed like ages ago, and in a different lifetime.
As he gasped for breath and tried to calm and collect himself, his mind was stirring with the things that had happened to him this night. The eyes of the Mistress and her face still filled his soul as he remembered the first time their eyes met, and the look of surprise he saw in her eyes when he lifted his head and returned her gaze. She had defiantly not expected that, and he could see that in her body language. Those eyes though held more then he could see, but he knew there was something deeper to this Woman then most of the people fawning over her in the club had any concept of. He'd always been able to get a sense of folks, call it an aura or instinct, but it had always given him a good feel for who he was dealing with, and he had learned to trust it over the years.
He shook his head slowly, the effort making him wince as he tried to flex and stretch his muscles as the hogtie would allow him. His loins were aching, his back and ass were marked and sore, he could not think of one body part that did not ache, and yet, as he remembered what they had done with the French girl, he groaned in appreciation at how well She had looked strung up on that Cross and how She first sought the dildo, then struggled and moaned in her restraints after the special sauce had been applied. The screams and howls in French for mercy and release, along with the beauty of the girl being worked that way, reached deep into his soul and he had to admit, he enjoyed seeing her worked like that.
The dungeon was breathtaking to him as he had been led in, and when he came around the steps and saw Sophie hanging from the Cross, he almost lost his control at that moment. But then he was dragged to his place and locked into the shackles and he found his attention diverted by Deborah and dancer, so he was unable to fully find pleasure in her sufferings, but to torture him, they allowed him enough visual stimulation
to keep him hard and swelling into the cage that they had locked around his cock and balls. In fact they had kept the scene so hot, the pain of his body being excited by what they were doing with Sophie had added to the suffering he had endured, because he was kept from the release he had sought.
He felt his heart slowing down as he had the chance to rest, even hogtied as he was. He could not allow himself to wonder about what was upcoming, as he was still trying to recover from what had just happened. A fleeting thought about where his friends were crossed his mind, when that thought was distracted by the sounds of a body being plopped on the floor beside him, a small whimper in French and the sounds of handcuffs and shackles and a rope being run through the steel, caused him to turn his head and find they had laid Sophie beside him.
Her eyes were closed and he could see the tear streaks down her cheeks as She sobbed softly beside him. He allowed himself to study her, to inspect the marks on her body as much as his hogtied position would let him. He saw the collar around her throat and knew it matched the one he wore around his. He saw the O ring that dangled from the collar where she and he could be leashed and led, or chained to where ever their keepers took them. He listened to her as She sobbed and murmured in French while her body began to recover from what She had been taken through. He tried to raise his head to inspect her back and ass better, and a quick lash of the crop across his ass from one of the trainers, reminded him to keep his head down and not push his luck.
"Oh My God," he heard her exclaim, "such pain, such pleasure, I did not think they would ever let me come, and oh Eric, I felt as if I would die when they placed that mixture on the shaft." She turned her head to him and opened her eyes, as he watched them focus on her, he saw the hope in her eyes fade when she saw it was not Eric. She winced as the cuffs cut into her hands as she tried to settle into place and let her body process all the pain she had gone through. She paused to lick her lips and then looked at him. "What is going to happen next to us Sir?" She looked closer and her eyes focused in as she recognized him. "Mon Dieu" she said as she licked her dry lips. "What have you gotten me into?" She asked as she squirmed in her place, and tried to find a comfortable spot, until with a squeal and the smack of a crop on her ass, she too settled into place and looked to him for help in understanding what was going on.
"What have I gotten you into?" he said, a puzzled look crossing his face as they saw the room being cleaned and wiped down. "Silly girl, I'm in over my head here and you are blaming me for your ass being in this mess? Obviously, someone took a fancy to you and decided to take you for a ride. If you'll recall, the last time i saw you before here, I was kind of chained and locked in place on display."
He would have said more, but at that time, two of the club aides knelt down with ball gags and ordered them to shut up and to open their mouths. Slowly, both he and the girl did and groaned as the gags were pulled back into their mouths and strapped into place. The only sounds now to be heard from the pair were the short gasps of breath from their nostrils and the occasional whimper from the girl as her pains and aches still continued to work their way down deeper into her body and soul.
He saw two push carts being rolled their way and then darkness fell over him as they slipped blindfolds over both he and the girl to secure them for traveling. He felt a grunt as 2 sets of hands reached under him and lifted him up and onto the cold metal tray, causing him to shiver at the sudden shock of the cold metal on his hot flesh. He heard a rattle of chains and then felt his collar being tugged out from him, and the sound of a click snapping into place as he was tethered to the tray, and because it amused his handlers, they also snapped a pair of thumb cuffs around his big toes to keep his feet together as they took their pleasures from being able to handle both slaves casually and freely.
The groans and mutters he heard from the side, showed that the French girl was recovering her spirit and her recovery amazed him as to how feisty she could be. "Ah the joys of youth", he thought to himself as he heard her squeal when her body was laid down on the cold tray. He chuckled into his ballgag as he heard her squirm and mutter and struggle to no avail as they secured her a easily as they had him, and blindfolded her as well, while helping themselves to some solid groping of her body as her mutterings turned more into moans as they played her sexually into the wanting wench she seemed to be.
His thoughts were shaken abruptly when the cart was pushed forward and he felt them wheeling him out of the dungeon. He did not know how they would get them up the stairs, but he had not seen any other way in or out of the room, and in any case, he was in no position to take action as he was still feeling the effects of the scene and since he was not quite as young as his partner in this experiment, he knew it would be best to conserve his energy, let her blow off her nervous fears, till she learned, and to wait and see what would befall them next.
As they were rolled across the room, he felt the cool of the air conditioner in the room begin to chill the place down again and off in the distance it seemed he could hear the beat of the main floor room, where the dancers and others, unaware of what lay beyond the speakers, danced, drank and celebrated life on a Saturday night in Southern California. He felt the tray come to a stop and then felt a rush of wind blow over him as he lay there on the tray and then was pushed out of the room and into a corridor it seemed, he was totally at a loss to know where he was, blindfolded and gagged and secured as he was. He heard Sophie whimper as her tray table cleared the bump and the bass from the main room speakers thumped firmly along the walls as they were pushed down the hall and onto their next destination.
Deborah and dancer had finished their playtime while the two slaves were being secured, and were now pushing the carts down the hall, smiling at each other over the two slaves as they struggled on their trays and then they smiled at each other, licking their lips of the taste of the other girl each had enjoyed during the after care session. Deborah was a contented girl, she was with her Mistress again, they had gone hunting tonight and Mistress was very excited and fired up. She did not know why Mistress was so intent on the male, but she understood her ass would be at risk if she did not make sure he made it to all the test stations Mistress wanted the two run through tonight, and She also had the pleasure of playing with the bodyguard the club assigned them, and wondered what it would be like to mark dancer as her own.
The small caravan continued down the hall, and into a service elevator that opened up for them. The two carts were pushed side by side and in the struggle to get everybody into the lift, the bodies of the slaves rolled into each other on their sides, placing them in an awkward spooning position. Both slaves were still tethered by the neck collar to their respective carts, but now she was on her side, her back to him,and their bodies now rubbed up against each other as the lift began to descend deeper into the club.
Deborah smiled as she watches the two try and settle themselves into place, and she grinned as the cuffed hands of Sophie found the Male's joystick and her hands clutched onto it and held on, pulling him closer to her as her hands fondled his sex into an growing sense of excitement. The girls both smiled as they watched the two slaves reposition themselves, and the whimpers of pain turn into coos of delight from the girl as she found his cock and balls and began to fondle and massage them as if it were a security blanket for her.
Even though both slaves were blindfolded, their faces were mirrors of what each one was feeling, as Sophie smiled into her ballgag and continued to find comfort in the contact with his cock which continued to respond to her caresses. He on the other hand was wincing and struggling as she was pulling at times on him as well as stroking him and working him into an excited state. Her off balance fondling meant sometimes she was soft and other times yanking his joystick with a force that caused him to wince and growl into his gag.
But both girls noticed that the Sophie's ability to reach out and hold onto his cock, served to calm her down and make it easier to transport the two, so they decided to let the situation be, especially since her gropes and grabs caused him pain as well as kept him hard and when he would try and arch back to pull out of her grasp, her hands would frantically reach out and around as much as the hogtie would let her, until they pushed him closer to her hands again, and with a happy moan, she began playing with him again, wanting nothing more then the feel of his shaft in her hands for now.
He was sure his face was beet red, and her touch was inconsistent enough for him to relax and enjoy her touch, but he could not avoid her hands and when he tried to arch back, he felt a hand in the small of his back, pushing him closer to Sophie and he knew that he had no choice. He growled into his gag, eliciting giggles from the Girls guarding them, and the moans and sighs from Sophie, told him She was quite happy being able to play with him, and to his surprise, it seemed to calm her down, as her hands rubbed his cock and his body responded, her breathing steadied and her fear seemed to diminish, she tried to push back into him, as if the touching of their skin, made it easier for her to handle what was happening to her. She leaned her head back as much as she could on his chest, the collar chain pulling taunt to where she could just rest it lightly on his chest, but the first time she was able to do that, he could hear a long sigh escape her nostrils as she seemed to draw strength from the one person going though this with her.
He felt a moan slip his lips as her hands found a rhythm stroking his shaft and he felt the pressure build inside his loins as his cock stiffened and grew, to the delight of not only Sophie, who played his shaft as best she could, cuffed as she was, but unseen by the two slaves, both their Keepers were watching with a grin as the sexual foreplay, kept the slaves manageable as they were about to be run through the cleaning and care section of the club, where slaves were made ready for their next session.
The two slaves now seemed to slip into a world all their own as Sophie pushed back into him and stroked and fondled his cock and balls, and he found his body responding to her persistence and his hips bucked forward into her as they both seemed to sense, She was close to milking him of his fluid, and her moans grew more pronounced as she tried to guide his cock towards her ass or her pussy, but found the cuffs and ropes of the hogtie, were going to keep him out of her, no matter how hard she sought to guide him into her, and her frustration grew when she realized that all this work would only get that precious cream on her skin and not deep within, where she really needed to feel it right now.
Both slaves were gasping and struggling with the need and desire to find release, and their bodies contorted in painful shapes on the tray tables as the Keepers watched and commented. But just as he went into one last arch and growl, the lift came to a stop and the jolt of the cab, shook his cock out of her hands just as Sophie had taken him to the edge, and with a muffled moan from the girl, and a cry of frustration from him, they fell away from each other as the door to the lift opened up and he shot his load as Deborah pushed his cart into the hall and his juice spurted into the air and onto the tray table he was strapped to.
Sophie moaned loudly in frustration at having her joy taken from her just when She was about to feel his juice on her and sobbed softly as she was repositioned by dancer and moved out into the hall behind them. The rush of the moment that had cheered her spirits and brought her some joy out of a nightmare evening had been taken from her and her spirits crashed hard as She heard the laughs of the girls at her suffering.
As he felt his tray being pushed down the hall, he struggled in his chains and felt the embarrassment of being handled so easily, and even the pleasure of an orgasm was stripped from him as he felt the fluid pool onto the table as he was rolled over onto his stomach, he felt the juice rub up against his skin and shivered in shame and humiliation, wondering what next was to come for them before the night was done.
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Chapter Ten
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Posted:Jul 20, 2023 5:08 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 5:37 am 3969 Views
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She watched as the club security carried both slaves out of the dungeon and into the cleaning rooms. She was very pleased with the way both had endured and flourished in some ways under the pain and pleasure that had been taken from them over the past 3 hours. She knew that their blood and senses were reeling from this initial session, but that more had to be done to see if their blood deemed them worthy of keeping or discarding of them after properly having been drained for what their fluids and blood could do for the clan. Once a decision had been made, She let the local cleanup crew take care of the shipping of the donors or the discarding of the remains, while She soaked in the aura of the blood and the sex and the rush of feeding on the physical and spiritual sides of all the meat She hunted and fed on.
As the Aztec Warriors of old, She believed that to feed on all that made the captured worth hunting, allowed her to soak in the sprit of the ones She had hunted and bested or the ones She had fed on. She did believe in fully using all the food completely in one form or another. All the humans could be of service to Vampires everywhere, even after their passing into the great beyond. She smiled as the slaves were cleared from the room and Deborah her aide, took Dancer the guard to the bondage table and secured her in place. She always enjoyed seeing her aide play and hone her skills, and the female guard had her allures, so She left them and went to her private room to feed on some rare lamb that had been prepared for her in the kitchens while She had played.
While walking back to her room to change outfits and shower, She thought back on the old days when things were far less civilized in the Clan's dealing with the humans. In the old days, things were more brutal in the hunt and search for blood and food, and her predecessors were quite brutal in their dealings with the hunted, the growing stream of mangled bodies sparking the humans to band together and turn into search parties, seeking to kill those who were determined to be Vampires. The wars over the time She had been part of the clan, were brutal and intense and usually somehow kept undercover during the years, so that the majority of the sheep, did not know the full truth as humans and Vampires tried to gain control in this centuries old battle.
The V-clans had grown smarter during the years. Living in the shadows and darkness of the human world always taught you caution, even if you found ways to interact and claim a place in the surface world of the humans, albeit it one that worked during the night hours, as opposed to the daylight. Scientists that had been turned over the years for one reason or another had created more efficient ways of harvesting the blood from the prey and using all resources much better for the overall benefit of the clans, who had set up regions around the world and worked on establishing their control over matters both clan and human related.
One of the strangest developments in her recent memory came from seeing some of the humans embrace a joy and support of the Vampire ways. The movies and books that over the years had sparked major flares of violence at the expense of the clan, now had created in the younger humans, a fandom of those who sought to live as Vampires, little knowing of the reality of those who actually were. But with a gentle roll of their minds, you could seduce them into the outer ring of vampire society and for those of value or importance, even turn them if needed. So nowadays, Powerful Vampires would have an entourage of both humans and clan members that would tend to the needs of the clan.
When feeding from a willing donor, there were certain places you tapped into their bodies for the blood, but only with your top fangs. If you used your back fangs as well, you risked turning them completely, and that was something that had to be cleared in advance, to make sure the new vamps would be trained and indoctrinated well into the lifestyle of the clan, with an understanding of their new bodies and senses and a mentor to guide them in the overall transistion. So much blood and resources had been lost over the years, because even though Vampires fed only on an as needed basis, it was all or nothning at all. Which meant once a source was selected, it was drained completly and not recycleable and able to regnerate it's blood and serve as a steady source of addtional dining pleasure for the Vampire.
She stepped into the Shower, Her face flush with the joy of the Hunt, and her fangs still fully extended as she thought back over the past few hours and the exqusite joy She felt in working them. The girl, was tougher then she looked, but she also basked in the attention given by the Mistress and her girls. This Sophie, as cute and delicious as she was, had an inner strength that merited a closer look. She may not have the essence of pureblood runing in her veins as thie male did, but she had a certain showmanship in her suffering that was as addictive as it was alluring. After all, most good meals came with a floor show, and if the meal could entertain before being tapped as a food source, all more so the better.
She sighed as the water washed over her body. These hunts were such an adrenaline rush, but she was also working past a long flight in from home base and if she was going to savor the flavor of the hunt, She needed to pace herself and not leet the bloodrush cloud her vision as to the opportunity that had dropped into her lap unexpectedly. She knew she would have blood drawn by club aides and tested before the night was done, but She was old fashioned enough to know that She would have to sample them both, the old fashioned way, to confirm her instincts. V-clan Science had done a lot to further help Vampires ujnderstand human blood work and which types were worth harvesting for the long haul, and how to get the best out of each donor for the overall good of the clans, on a short term and long term basis, so that not too many humans disappeaerd, nor too many rogue vampires were brought over, which could disrupt the fragile state of balance that existed between the clans on a world wide level.ch ones were good for short snacks
A pleased curl of her lip as the warm water cleared her head and allowed her to smell the food that had been brought in by the kitchen staff. The leg of lamb was done rare, just as She liked it. She could smell the blood along with the savory flavor of the meat properly prepared by the staff. She had placed a couple of clan chefs on this staff long ago, when She had first invested in it, and although they could cook with the best humans out there, they also knew how to cook for V-clan meetings and the needs of the VIP vampires that were brought here to be entertained when visiting Her city.
Soaking in the steam and letting a low growl of happy delight slip her lips, she stepped out of the shower and ran her hands along her body, doing a quick inspection. She had stopped needing a Mirror a long time ago, so did not even notice the lack of her reflection in the bathroom mirror. But she knew her body well and how to care for it, and had learned the makeup tricks from a celebrity stylist that did work on one of those makeover shows the humans seemed to love. The girl knew her work, and was easy on the eyes, but long ago during a photo shoot She had been booked for, to take some shots of the host and hostess, and both stylists, She had taken the opportunity to mark both the hair and makeup experts as part of her human staff in Southern California. They had not been turned, and were not aware they had been tapped, but when She had need of their services, they easily cleared their schedules for her without question.
She of course paid them well in human terms, and She did sometimes have Nick and or Carmindy brought in for other special sessions. Since Vampires had to learn ways of blending in with the humans, it paid major dividends to bring in experts and let them teach you how to do it with your eyes closed. You would have to catch that pleased glimpse in their eyes to know when the look was right, but you could also have sketch work done that would allow you to show the kind of look you wanted, and then sit back and let them do their magic.
She stepped away from the shower and walked over to the patio setting that looked out over the club. The aroma of the steak and meal being prepared for her filled the room with a mouth watering appeal, but when she opened up the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the porch and saw the men and women dancing below her, the mix of sex, and desire blended together like a fine wine and wafted upwards to where She could inhale the aroma and almost get giddy over the flavors and tastes that were spread out before her like an endless buffet of food. She felt her fangs lower into place as she stood there nude, unseen by the food below her, yet being aware of the blood markings of each body on the floor. Such a smorgasboard of blood types to chose from, and such pretty decanters and bottles to keep the blood safe and warm until the right vintage was needed for that special occasion.
As She turned back to the Suite, and a pretty young thing slid the door shut behind her, She stretched and arched back, teasing those in the room with Her nude body's curves and corners. The playtime had been sweet and worked up an appetite for more, but She also was feeling the residual effects of the flight and the time zone changes. She motioned to a bodyguard who was standing near the door in one of those cute new American Gladiator outfits to approach. He moved with the grace of the jungle cats She had seen in the outlands when She had been traveling the African continent. She did not even know his name, but as he was part of her Los Angeles branch, She knew he was trained in his work and he could be tapped for a quick buzz of energy from that A positive blood that She could smell in his veins.
He knelt before Her as She looked him over and knew that he was excited at kneeling in front of her, nude as She was. The bulge on display pushed well into those tight lycra spandex shorts he was wearing. She caressed his cheek and let her aroma slip into his nostrils, exciting his senses and stiring the blood within him, some of which caused his manhood to stiffen quite nicely. A low soft chuckle slipped her lips as She saw the blush on his face, his hardness betrayed before her and they both knew it. "Wrist boy," She said as She had Him rise to his feet and stand before Her.
"Yes Mistress," came his soft reply, a crisp tenor tone to the vocal chords. She smiled as She watched his body flex and the muscles work in union, to bring him closer to her and the need She had of him for this moment. He kept his head bowed, and his eyes lowered as he extended his left wrist and presented it turned up. She smiled at his training and inspected the skin, smelling the blend of clean skin scented with the cologne She always enjoyed smelliing on the men in her service. As She let her fangs extend from their palce, She felt him shudder as she moved down and sank the dual points into his wrist, tappinig the vein with the skill that had come from hundreds of times with so many others before him, She sucked in the life restoring blood and let that familar rush flood her veins as She felt his life energy pour into her veins and like a good cup of coffee for the humans, She felt the buzz clear her mind and allow her to think ahead as to what next would be done with her 2 new pets, who were still being tested before final purchase and shipping to their new locations, where their blood could best serve her needs and the plans She had to solidfy her clan support, not only here, but back at home as well.
She loved the taste of his blood in her, and she allowed herself to imbibe a wee bit more then njormal, due to the energy she had spent in the dungeon earlier this evening. But She also had learned how much She could
take from a donor before it put them at risk, and the coagulant in her bite, also had healing properties for the donor, so that wihtin minutes after the bite had been finished, the wounds closed over and the body began replenishing it's blood reserves as the exchange was two fold, life giving blood for the clan, and a healing restoring ointment that was created from the fluid interchange at the bite spot. She sighed in contentment as She felt a sigh slip his lips. She retracted her fangs, licked her lips softly and caressed his cheek as he sagged abit, and others came to make sure he was cared for and taken away to a quiet palce where he could rest and begin to recover for the next time She would have need of his blend.
She settled back at the table and quickly went to work on the meal that had been prepared. She let her mind wander back over the action earlier and thought again about the man, and found her heart skip a beat at the wonder that She might have found one of the purebloods that had been whispered about as fabled legend in clan tales over the years. She had become so expert at clouding minds and working her will on the humans, that She still found herself both uneasy and excited at the challenge found in this one. She could not remember the last time one had been able to meet her gaze with a clear eye, after She had focused her mind and eye on them. She felt a nervous rush like a young human girl would feel at the chance to getting back stage to see one of her favorite music stars. She knew that the blood from a pure source could tip the balance of power in favor of who ever controlled it, but She also knew deep down inside her being, that She was nervous about what kind of power this one might be able to wield over her, let alone her servants, if She could not bring him under control, serving Her needs with his life and his blood, his body and his soul.
After finishing the meal, and lingering over a nice glass of burgundy wine, She turned to her laptop and logged in to the Clan's archival website, to study what material was there on Purebloods. She had heard about the Clan wars to try and control the donor source when it was found, but She also knew from her studies of Clan History, that when a Pureblood was triggered and not controlled, they became aware of the Clan and the others who lived in the darkness, and many fierce battles had been fought when The Pureblood found allies and sought to battle the Clan.
So She was both nervous and excited about what She had found here tonight. If this one was unaware of what flowed in his veins, She had discovered a source of Power that would truly solidify Her control of the Southern California clan and allow Her to explore taking over more areas of the state. All Vampires knew of the power of Pureblood and the way it could enhance the abilities of any Vampire. Vampire scientists had even discovered the power to be found in a diluted stream of pureblood that was mixed in with normal human blood counts. There were tales of Mighty Vampire leaders throughout clan history that had grown in power and strength when they had a crossbreed, taken and trained to serve. But even harder to find were the reports of total Vampire control of full Purebloods, but for those who could find this bloodpower, the power and control was source of both major advances for the Clan, and bloody wars as Clans would battle to try and steal the Pureblood power for their own ends.
The possibilities of taking both of them back and breeding them for the alliances that a gift of a crossbreed could bring, tickled at the back of her brain. The mix of this male with the French girl could truly move Her to the tables where the true deals were made in clan politics. She also could enjoy breaking both of them to her will and taming the fires of the Pureblood in him, and treating herself to the fun that she saw in the French tart of a young girl who suffered so well on the Cross earlier in the evening.
She licked her lips and wondered about what had fallen in her lap. She had come just for a fujn evening out, and now was on the verge of finding and claiming for herself, one of the bigger sources of Pureblood that had been seen in decades. She went back to the balcony and looked out over the crowd as She slipped into her Dominatrix Blood Red leather outfit. She found her eyes stop at the pole where he had been chained, and a sense of unease flashed across the back of her brain as She recalled his being able to look up and hold her stare with his. A soft shudder swept down her back as She felt her soul was being looked into, in ways She had not felt since before She had been taken and turned. What could he have learned from that look into her eyes?
The soft clearing of the throat from the guard behind her, brought her attention back into focus. She smiled and turned and asked the question of the moment. "Are they ready for the next round Jean Luc?" "Yes M'Lady," came the reply from the tall dark skinned muscular Vampire that had been part of the Southern California clan for 5 years now. "The Scientists still need another sample of his blood to see if it a Pureblood human Mistress." "I understand Jean Luc," She said as She swept past him and motioned for the bag he was to carry back to the dungeons where the couple waited their next tests. "Believe me, no one wants to know more so then I, if we have found a motherlode of Pureblood and a means to control it, by proper use of the girl as well as breaking the man down to be a willing source of the blood. The maximum power of the blood came from a willing giver, but even if taken by force, the pureblood, although diluted in it's strength, would still be enough to shake the foundations of the clan, not only here, but across the country and beyond. I want that power for this Clan, and I want to see the measure of both of them, to merit what We will have to do, to bring them into the family and keep them safe from both our friends and our foes."
As they entered the private elevator and descended down into the lair of the club for the next series of challenges, a dark grin slipped across her face as the rush of the hunt and the pleasure of the games once again stirred her blood into a rush of energy that almost took her breath away. "I hope you have rested well my pets," She thought to herself as the elevator reached the dungeon level and the doors opened for them. "Whoever you are pureblood, trust me, you and the French Coquette have not seen anything yet!"
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Chapter Nine
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Posted:Jul 19, 2023 4:41 am
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They had just finished skinning the clothes from his body, and the heat of the room and the stress his body had been under, chained as he was, had caused a thin sheen of sweat to cover his body. The screams and moans of the young French girl, wailing on the cross, had stirred and excited him, He groaned into his gag as his manhood swelled tighter into the containment unit that had been strapped onto him, back in the main floor of this strange place.
The scent of sex and perfume, mixed with the smells of the playroom combined to keep his senses reeling. He watched as the Mistress and her servant moved over to inspect Sophie, who had impaled herself on the shaft and was writhing on the cock. The pain of the angle she sat on, obvious, and her eyes were smudged as her tears had caused her makeup to run, but still, as he stood there watching them move around her, he found himself hard at the sight and the rush building in his loins. There was a beauty in her suffering as she hung there on the cross, her arms spread high and tied securely in place at her wrists and forearms. Her sex opened and filled with the shaft she now rode. Her nipples hard and swollen and the dance of lust and pain continuing to struggle for expression on her face.
But as much as her beauty suffering on the cross, while grinding on the shaft excited him. He found his eyes focusing on the Mistress who had changed from the gown of the earlier evening into a form fitting forest green bustier, with thigh high boots that fit like a second skin. Her hair had been set free from it's styling earlier, and it now reflected the wild and hungering spirit he sensed in her from the beginning. She was a Dominant Woman, that he could tell for sure from the way the crowd and the staff had reacted to her as they had entered the club earlier tonight. But as he stood there, chained and now naked, waiting his turn, his senses kicked into a deeper analytical mode as he sought to get a better grip of what was facing him.
He sighed into his gag as he tugged on his shackles, feeling the helplessness mute some of the excitement he felt at seeing the French girl being tortured with the pain of the cross and the pleasure of the thick shaft filling her sex. But he knew that even good things can turn painful, if carried to excess, and from the wide eyed fear in her eyes, the pain was now working her soul as much as the Mistress and her servant, were now kissing and caressing the slender curves and corners of the young slave now crying out in a muffled language that no one could understand, but that seemed to excite and delight the Women toying with her as she sought to find relief from the pain in her sex, but could not find the strength to pull herself up on the cross.
He was also aware of a rising pain in his body that signaled a deeper darker descent for him, as his excitement was now having negative feedback on his comfort as his manhood was swollen and discolored and bulging through the openings of the package wrapped around him to prevent him from finding pleasure in release. Any movement of his body caused sparks of pain to flare as his cock and balls banged back and forth. He felt the first real surges of frustration, for the stimulation of his senses continued as the Women were slapping Sophie's breasts and spanking her bottom, causing the girl to squirm on the shaft she was sitting on, further stimulating her sex, while the pain from her arms still attached to the upper beam of the cross kept her from being able to release the energy building up inside her.
He closed his eyes to the visual, the sight threatening to take his breath away, and yet the sounds of the flesh being punished and loved still flooded his ears and kept him hard. The forced stance of his body was eating away at his reserves and the pain was growing as his manhood swelled with desire. Yet he was contained and allowed no release. So the sensations were backing up on him and finding other ways of racing through his body and taking the pain and desire to all parts of his body. He would beg for attention now to ease the pain in his groin and bear what else they would do with him, if he could just feel the package released from around his cock and balls. The chains rattled above him as he shook them in frustration, and his motion caused his imprisoned sex to slap back and forth between his legs, shooting more fingers of pain along his nervous system as he growled into his gag in frustration.
The hot breath on his sex further drove him deeper into a sexual frenzy that he had felt only a few times before in his life as he had sought out adventures and tested himself in ways that budget and time would challenge him physically and mentally. The grazing of teeth over the head on his shaft combined with the rush of pain as the containment device was unstrapped from him, caused his eyes to tear up as the pain of the blood rushing back into his rod and shaft almost blinded him with sensations. He could barely see the aide kneeling before him, sucking his manhood into her mouth as his body rode a major pain and pleasure combination almost into unconsciousness. As he gasped and felt his senses reeling, the sound of leather cutting through the air almost slipped past his sense of awareness, so deep into the moment he had slipped, but his body jerked in his chains as the lash cut across his back and dug into his shoulders, bring a moan of pain from his gagged mouth as he shook and struggled for balance. The pleasure of his cock being tended to, was now being counterbalanced by the lash of the flogger cutting across his back. As the lash went quiet and the pain began to sink into his body, he opened his eyes to see what was happening. A quick glance downward showed Deborah the aide, still pleasing herself on his cock, sucking and working his balls and shaft and denying him the pleasure of release, his frustration at her showing in a slight growl that only one other person heard, and She looked over from the Cross where She was teasing and playing with the nearly unconscious French girl, She smiled and flashed her fangs back at him, licking her lips in anticipation, as She watched his eyes grow curious then open wide with shock as the lashes of the flogger fell across his back and shoulders again, as the bodyguard the Club had assigned them, now took an active part in the action as she wielded the floggers in an effective pattern that distracted him from being fully able to enjoy the woman kneeling at his feet and sucking on his shaft, drawing him close to the edge, before the lash of the flogger pulled him back from the joyous release She could see he was seeking in the way he moved and flailed in his chains and the way his hips bucked when Deborah did a deep throat engulfment of his cock. The Mistress chuckled and knew both slaves were soon to be ready for the next round of pain and pleasure as the foreplay was turning up the heat on the blood of both slaves, to test and see who was worth feeding on and whom was just filler material for the night, a sexual toy to be bemused by, but something soon to be forgotten and turned over to others to deal and dispose with when Her interest was gone. She turned back to the French girl and leaning in whispered softly, "Don't worry sweet meat, if you show your self unworthy for my tastes, I have other places where the likes of you can be taken and trained to serve and be all they wish a slave to be." She grinned as She saw the girl's eyes open wide in horror as the realization that the girl's night had just begun and that her life might never be the same, caused tears to well in the young girl's eyes and despair began to settle into her soul.
Meanwhile, the aide and the bodyguard were keeping the man, distracted, aroused, in pain and longing as he was trapped between them. Deborah expertly putting her mouth and lips to use to arouse him, and Dancer the club guard, using the flogger as if She had been using it all of Her life. He closed his eyes, dizzy from the sensory overload, feeling the darkness crowd his vision, not sure of how much more he could endure at this point in the evening. Dancer herself was excited to be a part of it. She had brought the French slut to the cell earlier and enjoyed strapping her onto the Cross. The changing expression on the girl's face was priceless as she was raised up and dropped into place. She smiled to herself, feeling the power of the moment as She continued to lay the lash across the back of the man. She was excited by the way Deborah was going down on his cock, and She also saw the Mistress taking a cane to the soles of the feet of the girl, and the growing howl of pain rising from Sophie's lips. Dancer then moved up behind him and rubbed against him, smelling his sex and the scent of the room. She reached around and found his nipples, hardened and swollen and She grinned as he moaned into his gag, while She pinched and tugged on them. She could see how one would enjoy the power and pleasure one could feel having such control over another person. The rush She was experiencing, was making her smile a bit more wicked and dark as She reached down and pried his ass cheeks apart as She wondered what it felt like to do a male slave like She wanted to do this one now.
She spread his ass cheeks apart again and watched as his asshole puckered with the touch of the cool air of the room. She placed her thumb over the opening and rimmed it slowly, leaning in and whispering into his ear. "I wonder my slut," she said, nibbling on his earlobe,"how deep one would need to go before you began to squeal from having your ass taken by a woman?" She let a low laugh slip past her lips, into his ear, as She heard him gasp behind his gag, and felt him try to tighten his ass muscles together to prevent further intrusion. She pushed more and felt his ass shift around her thumb. "How many of my fingers could your uptight white ass take boy?" She felt him shiver in place, although whether it was from her words in his ear, or the effects of Deborah's lips around his shaft and sac, it didn't really matter to her. She felt a rush at seeing someone else be sexually vulnerable to be used as desired. She had often been where he was now, chained and helpless and growing wetter when Her body and mind were worked, and She wondered what the attraction was for them. Now, having the chance to indulge some curiosities, She began to get a taste of what it was like to be on the other side of the chains.
Deborah looked up as She licked her lips from the precum She was savoring from his swollen head. "Easy there Missy," She hissed at Dancer from her knees on the floor." "Mistress does not want any flesh inside him, but hers, so glove up if you wish to prepare him for Her needs later." Dancer looked down at the girl, and saw the leash dangling from her collar and the happy look of a little girl getting to play with one of Mother's toys. She wondered how long a time it took to create that look on the girl's face. She nodded her understanding to the aide who went back to playing with his balls and shaft, stroking his rod, while sucking on his balls and getting him near the edge, but backing off before the fluid drip was more then she was allowed to taste at this time. Both girls caught each other's eye and smiled as they heard him groan in frustration as his body was tight from need, and swollen with want, but unable to achieve release. Dancer walked over and found the box of rubber latex gloves and slipped one over her right hand, pulling it firmly into place so She could have as close to skin on skin contact as would be allowed with him.
Deborah looked over at her Mistress and fell in love with her all over again. She loved these nights when they hunted and played and fed on the sheep that populated these clubs. She always felt closer to her Mistress when accompanying her on the Hunt, and it allowed her to flash back and remember the night She had been led back to a room like this, stripped and chained in place, waiting to be used and to use others for the rush, she felt, using her body to weave it's spell on any Male or Female that thought they could tame her. She had played these games before, as the Top or as the bottom, and had felt herself able to always be in control, until that night Mistress came in to the cell, took one look at Deborah, and before the night was over, had claimed Deborah, heart, mind, body and soul as her personal servant. She shuddered as she squeezed his balls and his groan reminded her of the groan she gave when Mistress squeezed her sex as well. She never knew when she lost control of the night with Mistress, but when her hair had been pulled back and She felt the fangs of the Mistress sink into her neck and the rush of being tapped, took her on a journey into night that still caused a rush of fluid along her lower lips, when She heard Mistress was going to be back in town, and that she had been asked for.
She watched as Dancer slipped the glove on, then reached for the tube of jelly, smiling as She thought back on the times She had done that with other slaves, and a slight shudder ran down her spine as She remembered when the Mistress had first teased and fingered her ass as well. She studied the face of the male, and saw the fatigue on his face. She could feel the stress and strain on his body and was surprised to still see a spark of passion and wonderment in his eyes. She had been teasing and pushing his limits, drawing him closer and closer to release for the last 30 minutes, but always stopping short and pulling him back with a slap here, a squeeze there or something to disrupt his mindset and keep him wanting. She did so enjoy teasing the toys, but she also loved the taste of them when they finally were allowed to come.
She saw Dancer move into place, as his ass cheeks were spread apart. She reached in and sucked his balls into her mouth and looked over to where her Mistress had been working on the French Slut, and was now stepping back for a breather for the girl's sake as much as her own curiosity to see what Deborah and Dancer were doing with the male slave. She looked over at Mistress with a questioning look on her face, from the Mistress, to the male, his sex and back again. They had been together so long, it was like Mistress could read her mind better then She could think her thoughts and desires. She saw a slight nod from the Mistress and a smile grew on her face, which looked funny since her mouth was filled with his sac and balls and She looked like a chipmunk storing her nuts in her cheeks to carry back to the tree for winter.
He had been hanging there for hours it seemed like, naked, and wanting, taken to the edge so many times, his head was spinning, and he felt her grin as he felt his ass cheeks being spread by the other girl. He was too tired to fight, they had drained him of that ability, but not allowed him the release he ached for. He moaned into his gag softly as he felt 2 fingers slide into his asshole slowly. His body tired, but instinctively, it tried to tighten and expel the fingers from his ass. He heard a low chuckle from the girl in back of him as She pulled back on his hair and nipped at his ear. "Not this time boy," the girl whispered as she pushed and probed his ass slowly, enjoying the way his body still sought to clamp down on her. "You're not in position to deny us anything slave," Dancer whispered as She bit down on his earlobe, her soft breath falling on his skin, and stirring his desires, as Her fingers slipped in and out of his rear. Deborah looked up and saw the fire still in his eyes as he sought to endure the dual impact of what She was doing with his cock and balls and what Dancer was doing to his ass.
Their words and actions seemed to reach down into his core and unlock a source of energy he had not been aware of. He groaned loudly and struggled to stand straight and tall as the combined effects of the girls were blowing through his defenses and he felt the rush building again. He was praying that this time, he would be allowed release. If his mouth was not gagged he might have begged and pleaded and humiliated himself begging to be allowed to come, but he had been silenced since earlier in the evening when he had been chained and left on the pillar.
The Mistress sat on a chair, her hand raking lightly down the side of the french slave who was almost unconscious, still hanging from the Cross, the strain in her muscles evident, her breathing shallow, her eyes closed as she sought to endure what had been happening to her. She was pleased at how well both slaves had gone through this stage of cooking, and She was curious about the male, as She sensed something building in him. So she watched and was surprised to see him, stir, straighten and pull up on his shackles, lifting himself up off the ground. She noted with pleasure that Deborah rose on her knees, and continued to suck his shaft and cup and squeeze his balls, while Dancer continued to slide her 2 coated fingers in and out of his ass.
She reached over and pushed the dildo deep into Sophie's swollen and sore sex and growled in delight as the action caused the French girl to gasp out loud and moan softly through her gagged lips for mercy. Belladonna watched as he arched his back in the strain of holding out as the girls brought him closer to the edge and then with a loud shout she screamed out into the room, "Now!" As that command reverberated around the cell, both slaves stiffened as if they had been whipped and each began to release the buildup that had been brewing for the past few hours. The Mistress was excited with the smell of sex and sweat and the scent of all the bodies in the room, as both slaves shuddered and came, each spurting or squirting their fluids out. She could sense that both slaves were almost spent and a break would be needed, but She had to see what they could endure, and She rubbed her fingers in the juices that Sophie gave and licked her fingers softly, enjoying the taste of the girl. As She looked at the other girls, she saw a big smile on Deborah's face as She swallowed the treat being sucked from his shaft, and she could see the feeling of pleasure and power Dancer was enjoying as She continued to slide her fingers in and out of his ass. Then as she looked back to check on Sophie, she heard the chains rattle behind her and knew that he had collapsed back down to the floor, as the girls continued to feed on him and suck him dry. She saw that the joint rush had taken both slaves over the edge, for as they hung in their chains, from the Cross and the Suspension beam, fluids dripping from their bodies, She saw both heads hanging low on each slave's chest. Both were breathing steadily, if shallow, but two other things were clear to her. First, both had passed the initial test, and were worth playing with and feeding on, tonight or elsewhere, where the clan would ship regular food sources to be kept and stored and nourished as needed. She saw one other thing as She saw the happy looks on her girls faces as Deborah had moved over and began sucking at Dancer's lower lips. Both of the slaves had been taken to a full out boiling of blood and need over the past few hours, and had finally passed out from the sensory overload of their sexual release. "Ah yes," She thought as She signaled for outside staff to come in and move the slaves to their next testing chamber. "These two have promise, the girl, a intense sex toy, but with him, I see that, and yet sense more. I must bring them to the proper level to make sure the blood I draw truly reflects what I sense in him. If this one's blood runs pure, I may have the added power I need to consolidate my holds on the clan down under and further stake my claim to the clan and the business here.' She smiled as Deborah had taken Dancer down and chained her to a rack and began to play with her. "Play nice with the help honey," She said with a wicked smile, "I'm going to shower and change before stage two begins."
........to be continued.........
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