Chapter Twenty Seven
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Posted:Aug 12, 2023 5:51 am
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He moved over to a closet searching for something to wear. He knew he could not be found out in the halls nude and unescorted. It would be a dead giveaway and he would be recaptured quickly. He was not sure how he had been able to convince the girl to undo his shackles, but he was never one to look a gift in the mouth. Although She was easy to look at and fit so good on his cock. He growled softly at how good the sex with her was and that it filled a hunger in him and revived him in a way he had never really felt after sex before. He was still trying to figure out why he could hear things and see things that he had not been aware of before.
He knew he would have to look for the answers later as he did not want to be around when the Mistress emerged from her room, and he didn't know when Marcus would be back, so he continued to look for something he could slip into. He looked back and saw Charity strapped in place, sleeping peacefully on the table where he was. He felt kind of sad as to what she might face when she was discovered, but he knew what they had planned for him and on the whole he'd rather be in Philadelphia as opposed to being strapped to that table.
As he moved out of the shower area, he found a closet door and saw towels and robes and knew that escaping slaves could not be too choosy as covering of any kind would make him look less like a slave, and maybe more of a or someone on staff. So he reached in for the biggest robe he could see and slipped it around him. He sighed as he wrapped it around him and saw it ended just below his ass cheeks, so knew that there would not be much modesty to this robe. He tied the sash and made his way towards the door, hoping that there were no alarms active that he might trip, but then remembering the 2 slave maids who had been sent into clean the room, he took a sigh of relief and moved closer to the door.
A flash of red light caught his eye and as he looked up, he saw where one of the room's cameras was perched. He resisted the urge to flip the camera off, as he did not have the time to try and dismantle the room's system, time was short and he was not sure of how he would make his way back to the Sunlight, but he knew that as alluring and as intoxicating as the Mistress was, there was something about her and the bite she had marked him with that spooked him deeply and made him seek to be elsewhere, for he didn't know how long he might be able to resist Her ways with him.
He left the room and shut the door behind him, looking each way to get an idea as to where he should go. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and felt his black lenses slip down over his pupils. He was beginning to think of this as his night vision eyes. It allowed him to see clearer in darker situations. He could also see the signs of where people had been from the heat of their bodies from the footprints on the carpet to the hand prints on the rail or desk.
He was not sure if he had to go up or down to find his way out of this crazy world he had fallen into, but he had to move, and change clothes later when the chance presented itself, wandering the streets of LA in this short robe was not good for one's health or dignity. He chuckled as he thought back over what a beating his dignity had taken since he entered the club. he didn't even know how long ago it had been since they had gotten here on Saturday night. He had no idea where Martyn and Sherry were, but he would cross that bridge once he had escaped here. He paused and thought about the French girl he had endured this night of horror with and was not sure where she was or how she was doing. He was not sure he could rescue her, and right now he wasn't sure how he was going to rescue himself. He moved to the right and down the hall to what looked like an elevator and wondered if there was a flight of stairs nearby as well. he wasn't sure if either would lead up or down, but he felt better thinking he had an option of what way to use.
He knew the elevator would be easier, but he also felt it would be monitored more and easier for them to trap him, but he also knew he did not like the idea of stairs in either direction. He tried to remember if he had seen multiple stories to this building when he arrived with his friends, and he knew that he had gone down into the depths of the club when they first took him into the dungeon playrooms. But after all that he had been taken through and had done to him, climaxed by the session with the Mistress in Her suite, he wasn't sure which way was up or down.
The new things he was feeling, the way his senses seemed to be seeing things on a different level then ever before, and the fact that he felt better then he should have after the hours of torture and torment that had been done to he and the French girl, were just a few of the things nagging in the back of his brain as he waited for the elevator to open. He wiggled his toes in the plush carpet of the hallway and hoped he could bluff his way out of any tough spot he might meet along the way. He had no idea where Sophie was, and if he could rescue her. Right now he wasn't sure how he was going to rescue himself, let alone anyone else he might meet along the way.
The ding of the elevator bell pulled him from his thoughts. He shivered as the door to the elevator opened, and he kept his head lowered till he could see if anyone was inside looking to come out. A quick look at the ground in front of him showed nobody in the car, so he took a deep breath and stepped in and as the doors slide shut behind him, he studied the panel for floors and an idea of how many floors this thing reached. He pressed the button for the floor underneath what seemed to be the lobby for the club. He was not ready to walk out into the main portion of the club in this mini robe that was barely covering his ass, and although his cock and balls had contracted due to the coolness of the air in the elevator, he knew that with the right heat, or situation, his lack of a jock strap would soon become noticeable, and in a place like this, could be viewed as an open invitation to games he was not ready to play after what he had already gone through. He took a deep breath and moved over to the side of the car and let the doors shut and said a prayer as he waited to see what he would find when the doors opened up at their next stop.
It had been a busy weekend for Marcus with the arrival of the Mistress on the red-eye flight and having to make sure enough hands were on deck to be ready for what meetings She would take here at the club while She was in town, and making sure those who were to be taken, were moved into the pipeline where they would be stripped of their identity on a private and public scale and sent off to their new roles as slaves who served the Mistress and the clan in locations not only here in the Southland but all over the world. He'd thought it would be a normal weekend to control, and yet, this time things were off track. He got to the lab and told the tech people that this was a rush order on the blood, as he handed the vial over and found a seat to sit back and rest while they began to run their tests.
He'd had no problem making sure the new slaves were stripped and prepped for the dinner party the Mistress threw for her Studio guests, and even had no problem disposing of the nurse's body after she had angered the Mistress. But something was wrong here, he could feel it, and he felt it had something to do with the male that had been brought in off of one of the display poles in the dance club on Saturday night. He had felt himself get lost in the eyes of the male slave and it rattled him still. He normally never had a problem dealing with the slave meat that were selected from the club's humans and captured for use by the clan. But this one somehow was different. He was glad to see the darkened contact lenses served as blindfolds as the lab had said they would. He was not sure what the Mistress saw in him, and after seeing Her trembling hand in Her suite as he came to take the vial for her, troubled him big time. He had never seen that kind of reaction from Her in all the years he had been in Her service.
He was tired as he waited in the office for the blood work to be done. He knew the maids would clean up the mess while She slept and the slave was not going anywhere. His crew had done a great job over the weekend with the unexpected work, and so he was going to treat them to some play time in the club rooms with the person of their choice, whether they wanted a slave or to be worked as one, his crew had earned the chance for some pleasure at the club, since normally they were at work and had to watch while others played. He himself was a Dominant, with one exception, he swore his loyalty to the Mistress, and belonged to Her, heart and soul. She had not taken him across yet, but he knew if the chance came, he would bare his neck for Her so he could continue to serve and protect Her. He knew that since She allowed him to command a crew that contained clan members as well as humans said She had a lot of confidence in him. He also knew that if he messed up, he would feel her full fury come down on him first and then the rest of his Crew. He had seen her dispose of the nurse with minimal effort because somehow the silly cow had messed up.
He didn't know how the girl had messed up, but part of his job was to clean up the mess, so he made sure the body was taken out to be drained and then harvested for all usable products before what was left made it's way into the freezer for storage until needed for a future menu at the club somewhere down the road. He walked over to the break room and poured himself a cup of coffee and savored the quiet moment. When the Mistress was in town, the club stayed at high alert notice while She was here. The Humans who served as the "face" of the club that dealt with the city and state, were some well known names, but He knew as well that if they mismanaged the club in anyway shape or form, He would be called to make sure the lesson was taught, and that meant some serious down time in a playroom for the errant person, and then some time in "rehab" recovering, for the outside world, while Clan Doctors and staff did any repairs that needed to be done to the disobedient human.
He supervised most sessions and sometimes became personally involved, but as he told the unfortunate ones, "hey, nothing Personal, but I have a job to do, and you have a lesson to learn about the Mistress and your role in serving her." He then made sure the lesson began and that there would be honest tears of repentance from the victim. He had been at his job long enough and had been trained by the Mistress well enough, that he knew BS when he heard it while the person was being punished, and he chuckled at the bribes offered him and the bodies offered to him if he would stop the session.
He would always chuckle and speak softly,"Listen, first, I have someone to answer to, that I do not want mad at me. Secondly, I have access to just about any body I could want to put my hands on, so I don't see sparing you for a shot at your body benefits me in anyway, since I already can do whatever I want with you, whether you like it or not. Finally, If I am not convinced you have learned your lesson and are ready to serve Her with Honor, I am cleared to ship you out to places that will make this seem like a 5 star Hotel, and make you disappear from sight for as long as I deem it needed. So face the music, accept your fate and if you suffer and endure well enough, maybe, you might be allowed to return to your life."
So he would get the job done, some moved back to their lives and walked the straight and narrow. The others, were reassigned, and dropped from sight and the public records, and found new lives as slaves to the clan in various places around the world. He had yet to have to take a parent from their family, since most of the humans hired were single, but he knew he would have to talk contingency plans with the Mistress for the day when a Father or Mother had to be taken out of the picture. Meanwhile, he remembered the Mistress had talked with him about giving him a human of his own, to train as a slave or pet, so he hoped he would get a chance to talk with Her about that before She left the area. Maybe he would ask to take the French slave as his own, he had seen how Sophie had looked on the Cross and how well she was milked during the Dinner and how well she took to ropes and collar. He smiled as he thought of having her chained and caged and trained to be his personal pet.
He checked his watch and saw that a couple of hours had gone by and the tech folks were still scurrying about in the back. He knew he should make his rounds, but She had told him to stay with the sample till the results were in and he would not disobey Her. So as he sensed something was out of line in the back lab, he put his coffee down and headed back to the lab area to see what the buzz was about. As he approached, the hairs on the back of his neck rose studying the body language of the people involved. They were unhappy and puzzled about something and he had to find out now.
He opened the door to the lab and was engulfed in a storm of sound as people were arguing over the results of the test. He paused to try and see what the heat was all over. He heard some say, it is impossible, the machine was broken or there was operator error, and the other side saying, the work had been checked and then double checked and the results stayed the same. Which then caused the others to throw their hands into the air and say it is impossible, there had to be some other explanation.
His hand hit the Counter hard and swept the coffee mugs off and sent them crashing to the floor. The noise startled the lab staff who turned and stared in amazement at the anger they saw on Marcus's face. "Sit down, shut the hell up and tell me what in the world is going on," he growled in a low, calm voice, cold and chilling to all who heard him. He waited and saw them settle down slowly, looking back and forth from him, to each other, to the paperwork on the desk back to him, but slowly the tension level of the room mellowed out. "Now, I want someone to stand up and for the rest of you to shut up, while they tell me what is all the ruckus over a simple blood test? All I wanted was the blood type of this donor, not a front seat for a geek wrestle mania."
A cute girl in her early 30's stood up and looked at Marcus. "Well Sir," she said," we took the vial that you brought to us and began our usual testing work for blood type per your request. We were not expecting anything out of the ordinary except for the blood to tell us what type it was so we could report back to you." Marcus nodded as he studied her and his brain kicked his awareness up a level at her words 'anything out of the ordinary,' and held up his hand to silence her report. "You said 'anything out of the ordinary?" "That's right Sir," she said, as heads all around the table nodded.
"So why all the static here," Marcus asked as he still could sense the frustration and confusion in all of the stressed bodies. He saw eyes glaring at others and the confusion in others and he was still no closer to an answer he could take back to the Mistress. The girl stiffened and pulled her lab jacket around her, and Marcus grinned softly as the robe hugged a very well defined body with plenty of curves in all the right places. ""Who knew geeks could be hot?" Marcus thought to himself as he looked up at her and nodded for her to continue.
"The problem is this Sir," she said as she looked over the lab reports one more time as if to will a different answer out of them. "The donor of this blood sample, is unique in all our years of blood work. He does not fall under any blood type we know the Humans to be." She stopped as she saw Marcus's back straighten stiff and his eyes fully focused on her and She trembled under his stare. "That seems to be impossible girl," Marcus growled in a low quiet voice that silenced the others all around the table as She trembled but struggled to meet his eyes. "I know Sir, and that is part of the debate that has been going on for the last hour. We repeated the test, we checked the equipment and still the results are the same. The Blood seems Pure, but it is unlike any blood we have seen from a human before."
A male staff member began to sputter his objections and Marcus just looked at him and glared. "I do not want to take a report back to the Mistress about what a petty group of She has working Her lab for Her. I Know you want to tell me what She is saying is impossible right?" The technician nodded without saying a word. "Do you have any theory that can explain why after checking all equipment and running multiple tests, you keep coming up with the same results?" "No Sir but," the man started to say. "But nothing fool, sit down," Marcus growled, as the tech took his seat and lowered his eyes.
"You people need to go dig up the clan history books and explore then, and see if someone has ever come across someone with a blood type that we can't classify." He watched as they looked back and forth at each other and he shook his head in disbelief. "I know most of you are clan, and you are aware of human science and technology, but don't tell me you had forgotten to explore your achieves to see if Vampires have come across this blood type before and what it means and is it of use to the clan."
He sat back as they began to bicker back and forth amongst themselves and his mind flashed back to the strange dealings he had with the new male slave She had found. The feeling that had washed over him when he found himself exchanges a look with the slave, and the relief that he felt slipping the contact lens blindfolds to reduce anyone else from having an encounter like he did. He also remembered the shake in the hand of the Mistress when he had come down to Her suite to pick up the vial from Her. The glazed look on Her face and the tremor in Her hand as She gave him the vial and the instructions to stay with it.
He stood and slapped the table hard to get their attention. As of this moment, let me remind you, this conversation and those results are now clan classified top secret. Any discussion of it out of these walls will put the guilty party in a lot of hot water. Trust me people," he paused to make eye contact with each one of them. "I have the tools and the knowledge to make your life a living hell if this story gets out, and trust me, I will." He paused and saw the effect ripple over the room and the group quieted. "Now some of you, run another set of tests on the equipment to make sure they are at top specs, get blood from some of the new slaves She acquired at the last Hollywood negotiation session, you should find several blood types from those blood suckers. The others, go to your archives and study the Clan history and medical books and see what you can find. I will be expecting a report by 1600 hours this afternoon, and you best have something for me. Dismissed!"
"I have to get back to the Mistress and alert Her to what is going on here. Since She has the mystery donor still secured in Her suite, we may need to wheel him up here for more tests on him, so you Einsteins can stop with the feuding and come up with some workable theories." He scrambled to his feet and headed for the door, he had to get to the Mistress and report the news and make sure the male was maintained in a secure setting until this mystery was solved. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he exited the room and headed for the elevator. "She knows something about him," he thought to himself, "I am not sure what has happened during Her time with him, but I am going to ask my questions and see if She will level with me as to what we are dealing with here. He hit his bluetooth and alerted his crew to be on stand bye, he wanted them to be ready to respond as soon as he figured out what was going on and what danger if any faced the Mistress and the clan. He stopped at the door to the elevators, pushed the down call button and began to think back over the past 18 hours or so, ever since the Mistress had taken two new slaves off the club floor and down into the playrooms for fun and feeding. "Human Blood that does not have a type? What if other clans hear about this," he thought, as the bell chimed and the doors opened and he stepped into the elevator.
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Chapter Twenty Six
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Posted:Aug 9, 2023 10:58 pm
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2023 11:16 pm 3640 Views
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The last he remembered was head butting the Mistress and screaming out in his mind for Her to stop. Then the darkness swallowed him and he gave himself over to it, not knowing what or if there would be something next. The sounds of women talking slowly reached down into where he had fallen during the play time She had taken with him. He felt weak and his head pounded something fierce as he couldn't decide if he wanted to push towards the noise or just stay lost in this darkness. He felt leather under him, so he knew She had moved him from standing chained between the poles to some kind of table. He slowly tried to feel his body, and was pleased to see he could wiggle his toes and fingers slightly. She had done something to him that had caused a gradual spreading of paralysis throughout his body after She bit him.
"SHE BIT ME", the thought pulled him fully to consciousness as he realized what had happened. She had not only fucked him dry, but She had sank Her teeth into his neck and drawn blood. His mind raced back over what had happened since he had entered the club with his friends, and how he had first just thought it a lifestyle club, until he had been taken back along with the French girl and taken through as intense a night as he had ever had, and yet, from what he had learned of over the years, he had felt it just a dark extreme side of the life, but the shock, the horror and the rush of Her feeding from him and on him, caused him to struggle in his chains as he tried to process what he was now a part of.
The throbbing of his head made him slow down and stop struggling as he felt weak, and realized that his body had not fully recovered from Her feeding on him. He moved his head slowly, his vision still blacked out by the Contact lens that had been placed in his eyes before the dinner party and he never saw the faces of those who had taken the food from his body and played with him as he lay strapped nude on the table. But as he lay there looking up, the gag still in his mouth, his vision started to react and begin to change as he lay there.
He could not see as per normal, but the vision he had now through these contacts was different. as he turned his head to look at what he could see, he saw the outlines of book cabinets and chairs and their dark colors, not reflecting anything, then he looked over at a Chair and saw the heat pattern of someone who had sat there and had been gone for awhile. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, unsure as to what this was. He closed his eyes hard and when he relaxed, his eyes opened up and the contacts slide off his eyeballs and he could see the room in it's normal lighting patterns.
He settled back into place as he sought to listen to the conversation he sensed between the Mistress and one, no, two others.
He could only hear two voices talking, the Mistress and one of the girls, but heard the Mistress mention two names, so he did the math and began to see what kind of feeling was being restored to his body. He tried to flex the muscles in his legs to no effect, but he became aware of a slow steady tingling throughout his body as if is body was trying to come back on line after a Major shutdown. He felt his heart pounding from what the drama of what had happened to him as he tried to regain his strength and wondered about those 2 holes healing over on the side of his neck where She had marked him, bitten him and fed on his blood.
As he lay there strapped down to the table, trying to listen to the conversation, he heard from another side of the room, the scratching of little feet scampering on the floor. He turned his head in the direction of the noise and opening his eyes, he slide the contact lenses back into place as the room erupted in a explosion of colors and he blinked his eyes several times, and discovered a way of toning down the heat vision he seemed to have acquired. He heard a quiet shuffling of feet and a low purr as the two sounds worked their way closer to each other. He smiled as best he could with his mouth still wrapped around the gag as he sensed the cat hunting for food and the mouse was being stalked. He heard the hiss, and the squeak of the mouse and then silence, and as he sensed the conversation with the Mistress and the girls winding down, he turned his attention back to where the cat yowled happily and began to drag the food off to it's lair so the cat could feed in peace and quiet.
He turned his head back and looked up into the ceiling. "How is it that I was able to hear and sense that," he wondered? "What has happened to me since She bit me?" He had more questions then he had answers for, but he also felt his strength returning as that tingling throughout his body began to tell him that the connections between brain and voluntary muscle control were being reestablished as he now found he could move his foot, not just wiggle his toes and he could now clench his hands, not just wiggle his fingers. It seemed his senses were being plugged back into his control, but yet, it seemed there was more to them now then before. He heard the snap of a collar being attached to a leash and the sigh of a girl as the sounds of feet and shoes told him the Mistress had chosen one of the girls and was taking her elsewhere. The sigh must have come from the gagged one who was left behind. He heard the clink of her handcuffs as she turned towards the room and where he lay restrained and he waited to see what would happen next.
Charity snorted a deep breath of frustration and shook her hands together as she was unhappy that Monique had been chosen. She looked herself over in the stripped down outfit she wore and wondered why she had been passed over. The body was toned and tan, the breasts perked nicely thru the peek-a-boo bra she had worn under the French maid's outfit and her legs looked luscious in the fishnets with the garter belt and the G-string strapped around her waist. She knew that if she modeled in an outfit like this, she would make some serious money and get some serious action as well, and the thought of that made her sigh as She also remembered the creamy skin of the Mistress and how it stood out in comparison to the tanned figure of her partner Monique. Yet the look she got from the Mistress as the girls knelt for inspection, reached deep into her and stirred a longing of desire that she had rarely felt for a Woman.
She began to move into the area and start to gather some of the loose papers that were scattered around the room. Charity was a woman who loved her share of cock, and had really not had much need or want to play with a girl, although at times she admitted to herself, she wondered what it would be like to control and enjoy Monique. She liked seeing the collar on her friend and seeing Monique in cuffs and collared made her hot just thinking about it. She paused and moved her hand down to her sweet spot and hissed in frustration as her other hand followed her down there. She glared at the handcuffs that interfered with her wishes and then just sighed and began to rub that sweet spot between her legs and wonder what was happening to Monique behind those closed doors.
He lay there and felt a rush of desire sweep his body that did not start with him. He heard a soft sigh and the clink of steel as Charity continued to pleasure herself, with thoughts of what was happening in the other room. She first thought of what she would do with Monique, and then she wondered what would be done with her if the Mistress took her in for closer inspection. The girl's eyes closed as she let her mind float with the possibilities, her hand sliding under the G-string and finding her honey flowing already, she rubbed her clit and let her other hand hold the string back, so she could have easier access to that pleasure zone of hers that she had traded access to with a lot of people to help her when she had done the modeling circuit and hoped to break into other forms of entertainment as well.
He blinked his eyes hard again and felt the contacts slide back into place and opened his eyes slowly. The room came alive in a flurry of colors as he slowly moved his head around to see what he could see. Most of the furniture was cool so gave off little change in color, but as he found his sight drawn to the light over to the side, he could see the form of a girl leaning back against the bookshelf and he could sense her hand moving up and down briskly between her legs. He heard her moan and saw the rush of blood and heat flow to that center spot of her body as she worked her clit hard. He was confused with all the new things his senses seemed to be showing him in this light, but he could tell where the heat was and where the blood was the hottest in her body and right now it was all there swelling between her legs, although he could tell that her nipples had swollen with excitement as the areolas had swollen hard and the hot blood in them stood out on her chest as he heard her breathing increase and he sensed her heart beating faster as she was nearing her orgasm.
He heard her pants and mumbled words as she had closed her eyes tight to savor the pleasure. She saw herself sliding over a bound Monique and sucking on her breasts, while the Mistress watched them both and leaned in to give a deep kiss to Charity. She shivered in delight at the thought as her hand kept rubbing her pearl and the honey continued to drip from her body as she felt her legs tremble under the building rush. She moaned and slid down the bookcase onto the floor, rubbing and tweaking at her sex, losing focus on everything else but getting that release. He stared in amazement at the heat that was glowing between her legs as the blood rushed down to her cunt and the lips and clit grew with pressure. She arched her back and moaned, her ass lifting off the ground to meet the touch of her fingers, and her breathing grew fast and shallow as she felt the pounding of her heart as the orgasm neared. She felt her body tighten and she then slid two of her fingers deep into her wet sex and her body took off from there.
She arched back and moaned loudly as her body clamped down on her fingers and she shuddered as the body was begging for release and she was fighting to prolong it and savor it's intensity. He looked at her and in his mind simply said, "Now". At that, her eyes opened wide, glazed and distracted and her body shuddered as she lost control of herself and the orgasm began to rip through her. She shook and shivered and rocked back and forth as she slid her fingers in and out, startled and looking to see who had said, "Now", but the rush of the orgasm, pulled her back into herself as she closed her eyes and moaned in delight as her body rocked from the release. He watched with amazement as she began to wind down from the rush, wondering how it was the orgasm hit after he thought the word, "Now."
She leaned back against the bookshelf, gasping for air and trying to slow down her heartbeat after she came. She sighed heavily and slowly opened her eyes as the lingering effects of the orgasm kept her relaxed and distracted. She felt better having relieved some of that sexual frustration that had built inside her body as She pulled herself together, readjusted things and slowly rose to her feet. She saw more things that she could clean up, but she was feeling the after effects of a good ride and she saw the male slave chained in place, nude and she needed somewhere to wipe her hand off which she had covered with her juices when she came. A pleased grin danced across her face as she moved over to where he lay strapped down to the table.
She circled his table slowly, wondering about him and why he had been brought down here. She saw his chest rise and fall evenly and she passed her hands in front of his face and saw no reaction, so continued to look him over. She brushed her fingers across his chest and toyed with his nipples and smiled as they responded to her touch. She was still feeling a need and he lay here before her, chained and nude and with a little bit of help, she reached down for his cock and took it in her hands and began to stroke it slowly, the juice on her hand acting as lubricant for the stroking motion and his cock began to awake in her hands and that feeling made her moan in delight as she felt the fires begin to burn within her again.
She wanted to more fully explore him, but with her hands cuffed in front of her as they were, she was limited to only one area at a time and so she continued to stroke his cock awake and to as best she could, grab and manipulate his sack and fondle his balls and delight herself in what she could do to get him hard so she could fuck him for her own need and pleasure. She kept an eye on him for signs that he was awakening, and she smiled as she saw at least his cock was swelling, so she leaned over and carefully fed his cock through the O ring portion of her gag and took him insider her mouth and began to suck on him and swirl her tongue around his shaft.
She enjoyed the taste of him as she sucked up and down on his cock. She would sneak a peek to see if he was aware of her, and when she saw no head movement, she cotinued to slide him in and out of her mouth, working around the O ring gag that had been strapped to her before the MIstress left with Monique. She found the whole sensation kind of kinky, as she squeezed his shaft firmly to keep him centered and errect as She bobbed up and down, and found herself getting wet again as she savored him in her mouth. He moaned softly as She clmbed onto the table and She paused to see, but since he was chained in place and could not stop her, she continued to blow him and seek that first taste of his juices that would show her she knew her way around a man's cock. She took pride in her oral skills, they had opened many a door to her in her career, and sometimes a girl just had to grab the pleasure when and where she could.
She had never tried mounting a man with her hands cuffed in front of her, but things had gone so wierd since they had been told to dress in the Maid's outfits and report to the Mistress. She had never fucked a bound man before, but what the hey, there was more then one way to score some action. So she grinned as she slowly moved herself into place, trying to hold him still as she centered her body into place and slowly began to lower herself onto his hard cock. She was enjoying the moment, even chuckling at the drool that slid out of the corner of her gag as She felt him enter her.
She felt his body stir and thought she saw his eyes open up, but as she looked, she still saw the black lenses which she had been told meant he was blindfolded and could not see anything. As she moaned at how good he felt in her, She found she didn't really care if he could see her or not, he was her's to use and savor before she got sent back and given other and Guests that would use her for their pleasure. This was a small way for her to get payback on her own terms and this one would just have to pay the price for the actions of the others.
She settled in on top of him and began to clamp down on him as She arched up and down on his cock. Then She felt his hips flare up and she heard a low growl and she opened her eyes to look around and see where the noise had come from. She didn't see anyone else in the room and so she closed her eyes, cupped and squeezed her breasts together and looked at him and thought, "I bet you'd like to get a feel for my breasts here," She sighed and closed her eyes and fondled herself. "Yes I would," came the words to her mind.
She sat up straight and looked around, still no one around and then she looked down at him and saw his head tilt to look at her. She watched as he closed his eyes and then opened them and she saw the black fade to hazel and She stared in amazement as he bucked his hips up and down, causing her breasts to bounce as he flared his body up and down to force himself deeper into her wet cunt. She felt her hands slip down her chest as she saw his eyes take her in and she felt her gaze travel up his chest and into his eyes and she watched in shock as one eye stayed hazel and the other one went dark black.
He groaned as he bucked her and felt her slide on his cock, the startled look on her face changing from one of lust to confusion and fear and he knew he had to calm her down. "Steady girl," came the voice in her mind,"you do feel good and look good to, so take a deep breath and breath." He smiled to himself as he watched her obey his mental command and the wave of panic that had threatened to wash over her, subsided as she felt herself impaled on his cock and squeezing down with her thighs to keep him hard inside her.
They fucked each other, because it was what it was, pure sex, and pure pleasure for them both as she ground into his upward thrusts while she kept staring at his face and seeking out those eyes. They had been black as night, then hazel, then, she shook her head trying to clear the confusion as her body tightened and she felt the cock hitting just the right spot on her. She moaned loudly and leaned down onto him and caressed his face as best she could with her cuffed hands. "You feel tight and wet girl," came the voice inside her head. "Thank you Sir," came her automatic response. "I love the look on your face as you grind down on me woman," came the low deep voice in her brain. "How can I help you enjoy this" was the question that raced to the front of her brain.
"I want to feel you in my arms girl," came his response, "undo the restraints from my hands and let me pull you to me and more properly enjoy you." "Yes Sir," came her glazed reply as her body rocked from the waves building up as she rode him for all she could. She leaned over to a side and undid the strap on the right wrist and took it in her cuffed hands and placed it on her right breast. He caressed and squeezed it tightly and she moaned in pleasure as the sensations rushed through her body and pushed her closer to that orgasm she wanted. He continued to buck his hips up and down as he felt the swelling build in him and he heard the blood in both their bodies racing at a fevered pitch as each gasped and sucked for air while rocking hard on the table.
She reached over and freed his other hand and gasped as he pulled back on her hair hard and that triggered a shiver tha built into a wave of desire and need as it raced down her body and seemed to detonate in her pussy while he pulled her closer and ran his hand along her ass, cupping it then swatting it, bringing a gasp from her lips as she leaned back into the hand and her body clamped down again on his cock.
He kept cool, but his heartbeat picked up a pace as he now had his hands free and it seemed the girl was responding to his mental commands, and she did look sweet, no doubt about that. But the need to feed was growing in him as well and the energy he was sensing from her body was as alluring as the blood he felt racing through her body and swelling up in and around his cock as he growled in desire and felt her howling in need.
She'd had plenty of sex before, she was no virgin, but something now felt different and touched a deeper need inside her. She didn't know what it was about him, and why he seemed to be so deep inside her head, but she was surrendering to the moment and the need and the want to be fucked. "Master," she gasped in her mind," I need to come, I am so ready to come for you." He pinched both her nipples and tweaked them out, drawing a gasp from her as he worked her body even more. "Hold for me girl," came the voice in her head as they both were lost in the heat.
She arched back and streteched her hands over her head and moaned loudly as her hold on her body weakened, while his hold on her seemed to strengthen. He grabbed her hips with both hands as they fucked and bounced on the table, the sweat coating both their bodies as he let himself enjoy the sex with her, as opposed to being used for the sex. It was a small moment, but was important to him. The smell of her blood, the scent of her body in heat, was an intoxicating call to him. He dug his hands into her hips and growled loudly into his gag as he shouted, "NOW", and at that, a high squeal came from her as she clamped down on his cock and let go and their bodies reached the peak of the wave and the orgasmic wave swwept them both over the edge and down towards the darkness.
She collapsed onto his chest as their bodies shivered and shuddered from the release. She closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat, finding peace in hearing the fast pace begin to slow down to a more normal rhythm as they lay there on the table, recovering from the sex. She mewed softly as she felt him stroke her hair and she cuddled into him more, feeling very submissive to him, and feeling safe lying on his chest and feeling his arm around her. "Master?," she thought as she reached for his cock and balls and lightly began to stroke and caress him there. "Yes girl, what is it?" came the response in her mind. "How is it I can hear you even though we both are gagged?" "I wish I could tell you lil one, but I am trying to figure that out myself." She put her mouth over his swollen nipple and sucked on it and swirled her tongue across the flesh and was pleased to hear a moan slip his lips.
"I am yours to command Master," she said, as certain of that as she had been of anything in her life. She didn't know how this was going to affect her life, but she knew she wanted to please him, make him happy and endure what ever was called for if she could feel this safe and secure again. "I may have to work for others Sir," she thought, as she felt drained and yet marked by this moment. "I know my pet," came the low response in her mind, which reverberated down her body and nestled in her soul. "You have been an unexpected delight already girl, and am sure you will be most useful in other ways as well.' She smiled as she lay beside him on the table, and saw him sit up and undo his shackles from his ankles and lower himself to the floor.
He stretched fully out and groaned as the stiffness and strain his body had been enduring for, he paused, he knew he had no idea of how long it had been since he first entered the club on a late Saturday night. he looked back down at the tan, short but sexy blond and lifted her hands over her head and secured the cuffs to a hook over her head. A sleepy smile crossed her face as she settled into place and he moved to quickly pull her legs apart and lock them into place. He leaned in and kissed her lips gently as he cleared the hair from her forehead.
"Thank you Master," she thought as she found it hard to keep her eyes open. She couldn't remember the last time she was this worn out from any sex she'd had, even the multiple partners she had served one time over in Japan. He undid the gag from his mouth and stretched his jaw and ran his tongue over his dry lips. "You did well my pet," came his voice, low and sweet to her ears. "Sleep for now and remember that you pleased me, and no matter what may happen next, I will not forget you." She looked at him, a sleepy puzzled look crossing her face as he gently closed her eyes and whispered "sleep now slave," "Yes Master," came her last thoughts as sleep and exhaustion claimed her and she fell asleep chained in his place.
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Chapter Twenty Five
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Posted:Aug 9, 2023 5:08 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2023 11:16 pm 3620 Views
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Marcus left Her Suite and stepped into the hall, the vial secured in his pocket. He touched the blue tooth on his ear and gave instructions for two female staff members to be sent down to attend to cleaning up the mess in the playroom. He was puzzled by what had happened and concerned at the glazed and far away look he had seen in Her eyes. The tremor in Her hand was unprecedented in his time of serving Her. Something had happened there and She was startled by it and he was not used to seeing this kind of nervous energy coming from Her.
Meanwhile, his day was to be spent tending to this Vial of blood. He knew She had drawn it from the male that was unconscious on the exam table there. He knew what She liked to do when She brought food or new toys down to Her suite, but he had never seen a play session with both sides looking like they'd gone 12 rounds and although he had cleaned up many a scene, after She had taken Her measure of the slaves brought into Her Suite, he had never seen a dance end as this one had done between the Mistress and this new slave.
He had an uneasy feeling about the male, he remembered the last time they looked each other square in the eye. Marcus had been in the service of the Mistress for so long now, that he could ignore anything in the eyes of those who were being taken into captivity. Yet this one spooked him and he paused at the memory of how rattled he became when their eyes met. "If he can do this with me, what effect could he be having with the Mistress to bring out that side of Her?" He reached the elevator and pressed the button and headed into the compartment and hit the button and set off to shake the lab up with this rush order from the Mistress.
As Marcus was leaving the suite, She stood and stretched, sighing softly and feeling the after effects of a kitten that has fed on the richest cream ever churned. She chuckled as She remembered the look on Marcus's face when She stood. She knew how effective Her body was, clothed or otherwise, and She would always enjoy some playful flirting, especially with a loyal staff member like Marcus. She licked Her lips trying to see if She could still taste him in anyway on Her. She was amazed at how much control She lost while feeding from him. She had made it this far and survived too many incidents because of her ability to maintain control when others would give into the Blood frenzy and revert back into a ravenous pack of animals seeking the next meal and not thinking about much more beyond that.
She moved over to the shower and turned the water on hot, just like She liked it and slipped into the stall, closing the door behind Her. The Shower was layered in Mediterranean blue tiles, with a flue De Lise pattern on the floor of the shower, and the door and walls were clear and let in the room's light. She leaned into the water and felt the stinging spray flood Her face as She tried to work through the contented feeling of an excellent feeding. Her body was still throbbing with delight and content from the playtime She had with the slave. "He has to be a pure blood," She thought as She stretched Her arms over Her head and slowly turned in the Shower, letting the stinging water bite into Her body.
She knew that She was right about this one, and the challenge would be to secure him, break him and train him as to his new role in life. If word got out about Her discovery, the clans would be looking to steal him away from Her for what his blood could bring to them. As far as for the other night creatures, She would not allow this find to fall into the hands of the lycan pack or any of the other packs. The Vampire clan would maintain control and rule the night as was their right, and do alliances with the other packs as needed, but this discovery was Hers alone and She would milk it and the slave for all his blood could bring Her and Her people.
As She washed and rinsed off from the earlier events, She let her mind reach out in search of his mind. She had a special way of marking those humans She had more of an interest in, outside of them being a food source. She usually had humans marked if they showed potential or an intellect that could best serve the clan. Those who could understand their place and how they could thrive within the clan. It was always the creme de la creme though, the humans had to have the brains as well as the blood to spare them from the ultimate fate of their breed as a food source for the clan and the other creatures of the night.
The majority of the Human species never knew how well the Night had assimilated themselves into society. The number of humans gone missing was never in such a quantity that would arouse the attention of the authorities on a local, state or national level. She knew that with the clan, the lycan and the other were creatures that were there, the humans had no idea of the evolution that had taken place and had placed the human species as a natural resource to be raised and harvested as needed, but in a way not to cause a panic. The clan History books were filled with tales of the bloodshed that had happened when part of the clan overreached and their actions alerted the humans that there was more in the night then they had dreamed of.
She "found" him where She had left him, strapped and secured to the table and a quick scan of his mind showed him to be sleeping and recovering from Her feeding. She rubbed Her head where he had head butted Her and chuckled softly, She was not used to such creativity from Her donors when She was feeding, and of course She had yet to figure out where he had generated the psychic energy that had peeled Her off his body and flung Her across the room. She winced as She felt the after effects of his shout in Her head triggering a headache that She had been trying to ignore for awhile.
He was still unconscious, but breathing normally, She heard his hear beating a steady even rhythm and it seemed the color was coming back to his skin far quicker then those She almost bled dry at a feeding. She whispered softly in Her mind to him, "Ah pure blood, what else am I going to discover about you and your blood and your heart? I am not used to having humans be able to meet my gaze and return it." She smiled softly as She saw that the marks had healed up to the small marks that would soon disappear to human eyes but could be seen by any clan member. "I do not know what the lab tests will tell me about your blood boy," She smiled as She stepped out of the shower and began to dry Herself off with a plush thick towel, "but I do know I have never tasted anything as sweet as the blood I took from you today." She paused as She felt a stirring in her body at the thought of him inside Her, Her body clamping down on his shaft and feeding from the head there as She got drunk on his blood. "I do see that I can lose control when I feed on you boy," She said as She walked over to where he was strapped and sleeping, "but that is something We will be able to work on, since I do not see any time soon when you will not be within moments of my beck and call when I need you."
She still felt the buzz of their encounter deep inside Her, which explained in part her undoing the sash, slipping out of the robe and climbing onto the table where he lay strapped and secured. She straddled him and looked down at his face, calm and peaceful for the moment. She felt something different as She studied this one, and it amused and touched Her in ways She had not expereinced in quite awhile. It was not quite like the love gthe humans have for their pets, but She felt a stirring inside Her that was calmed by the touch of Her hand on his body, whether it was caressing his cheek, or stroking his hair, or snuggling up beside him and letting his scent fill her senses. She tweaked his nipple softly and caused him to moan out from the actions. "What are you doing to me boy?" She asked as She leaned over and sucked his earlobe into Her mouth and nibbled on it. "What is this effect I am feeling from you and about you? I'm still on a blood fueled rush from tasting you, and yet, somehow, I am feeling you in a way that is different from any person I have dined on and played with." She raked her nails down his side and was tickled to see the flock of goosebumps that were created in the wake of her action. "I can see that you are going to have to be kept very close to me while I explore this unusual connection that We now seem to share."
She reached down and found his cock, half awake from Her teasing of his body and She took it and stroked it into fullness as She wanted to teach his body to know Her touch and ways. "This one knows about the lifestyle as the Humans call it, and so he is trainable. I have to make sure that he knows how to behave and serve if I am to best use him for more then just his blood. Do I make a pet of him, which would be an upgrade over his current slave status?" She licked Her lips as She saw the first drop of his pre-cum emerge and cover the head of his cock. "For now, I'll need to keep a tight leash on him, one way or the other while he is broken to his new role in life. How well he does in taking to collar and leash, will show me something of what I can do with him to maximize his value to me."
As She felt his rod stiffen under Her stroke, She felt the hunger to taste him again. So She slid down his body and licking Her lips, She pulled his cock closer to Her mouth, looking to take him and taste him in the human way, which was one of the things She had gotten very good at over the years. She leaned over and inhaled the scent of him and went to swallow him up, when She heard the Chimes ring. She sighed in annoyance as She raised Her head back up and stuck her tongue out at the intrusion. She slipped off him and patted his ass softly, "Don't go anywhere my pet," She slipped Her robe back on without tying the sash and headed to the door.
She opened the door and saw 2 girls standing before Her in matching French Maid outfits. A slow grin slipped across Her face as She listened to the taller one speak. "Marcus called and said you would be needed some service M'Lady," She stepped back and let the two come into the suite. The girls added sexuality to the French Maid outfits as the outfits revealed that both girls took care of their bodies well. She allowed Herself the luxury of studying both girls. "My name is Monique Mistress" said the taller Asian beauty said, "and this is my partner Charity." The smaller, but well built blonde smiled at the Mistress as the low cut material showed off both girls skin to an intoxicating pleasure, and with the Mistress already feeling a buzz of lust, She noddded as She let her robe hang naturally and caught each of the girls sneaking a peak at Her form.
"Marcus said there was some cleaning up that You wished to have done," said Monique as the girls followed Her deeper into the suite. "Yes," She said as She led them into the cluttered room, smiling to Herself as She heard Charity gasp at the sight of the male strapped to the table. "When I play, sometimes it gets hectic," she chuckled as the two girls walked into the room and saw things scattered all over the place. "Do you understand the kind of playtime I have here girls?" She asked as She felt the emotions of both girls quicken as they saw the bound slave, his firm cock, and She sensed the heat of their blood begin to reach their sexes and the sweet scent of woman filled the room.
The girls blushed as they turned to respond to Her question. A blush could be seen on both faces and a desire in each one's eyes. The Asian girl answererd for them both, "We were hired as models for the club Mistress and Cage Dancers, but each of us has seen things and sought to explore this lifestyle the club seems to support, and are being trained and taught what is required of staff members here at the Club." The Mistress smiled and decided to see, 'front and center girls, present yourselves for inspection." The girls scurried to where She had summoned them to and stood before the Mistress, in their French Maid outfits with the fishnet stockings leading to the garter belts and the G string that each of the girls wore. The collars each wore were club collars with the girl's name on it and an O ring at the front. She caressed the cheek of each girl and smiled as She heard each on take a deep breath at Her touch.
The blonde was smaller in height, but the bustline was bigger then the Asian. She reached down and cupped the girl's breast and felt the implant and squeezed the breast firmly, pulling a moan from Charity's lips. Monique felt a strange desire to kneel before the Mistress and without being told to, slipped to her knees as She lowered her head and awaited her inspection by their Mistress. Both girls had been with the club for awhile and had been trained well, but this was their first time meeting the Mistress. Marcus had simply told them to report to Her suite and be prepared to do as ordered. He also made it clear if they disappointed Her in anyway, there would be consequences for both of them, and both girls had seen Marcus serve up discipline to other staff members so it was a mixture of uncertainty, nervous energy and unexplained desire that inflamed the blood of both girls as they waited for Her to finish with Her inspection of them.
The euroasian mixture of Monique's blood was appealing to Her as an after play time treat, and a toned and buff female body would be nice to snuggle up with for awhile, so She made up Her mind and took a coiled leash from Her side and announced Her decision. "I want both of you to strip off the maid's uniforms. Monique, strip down to the garter belt, hose and heels. Charity, you will strip down to your bra, garter belt, crotchless panties and the hose and heels, both of you do so now." She stepped back and watched as bth girls began to comply with Her wishes.
Each girl slipped out of the maid's outfit and stripped down to what was demanded of each of them. Both girls felt nervous and uncertain as to what would be coming next, but each moaned softly as they knelt before Her, nipples hard and their mounds already starting to feel the wetness of their excited bodies. Both lowered their heads as they knelt before Her with their legs spread wide, back straight, eyes lowered and hands on their thighs, palms up. Each of them had seen the milky white skin underneath Her robe and saw the firm breasts and sweet curves and their bodies began to heat with desire and need and a wonder as to what was to happen with them.
She took a leash and a pair of ball gags from the side drawer and moved behind the girls. "Open your mouths my pets," She said as She could smell their want dripping and could see their bodies responding to Her scent, and touch and mind control. Monique and Charity closed their eyes and opened their mouths as She slipped the first red ball gag in between Monique's lips and pulled the strap behind her head and secured it tightly, letting a small growl of delight slip Her lips as She heard Monique moan. She attached a leash to the girl's collar and let it dangle in front of the girl as She turned to Charity.
I'm testing an O ring gag on you lil wench," She said with a chuckle as She placed the gag in the smaller one's mouth and strapped it behind her, then She cleared the hair from both their faces and kissed each one's forehead softly. "Now rise my pets and spread your legs," came the command and as both girls struggled to obey, each one feeling the gag in their mouth and Charity sliding her tongue thru the O ring, She pulled out two sets of handcuffs, and locked a set around each girl's wrists. Then She stepped back and looked at the two kneeling beauties.
"Charity, you are to work on the room and clean things up there. The handcuffs may slow you down, but I do expect my staff to be able to tend to their duties no matter what they may be wearing." She paused as the girl nodded and stayed on her knees for the moment. She smiled as She heard the girl mumble "yes Mistress" through her O ring gag. "As for you," She paused as She took the leash connected to Monique's collar, "I think We can use your skills in here, my bedroom for some cleaning and some closer inspection." She smiled as She reeled the Asian to Her and began to head towards the bedroom door. Monique looked over her shoulder and winked at Charity who sighed in frustration at the decision made. She stuck her tongue out at Monqiue as the two disappeared into the Mistress's bedroom and She turned to examine the room and what She now needed to do.
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Chapter Twenty Four
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Posted:Aug 8, 2023 7:32 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2023 5:08 pm 5815 Views
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Chapter 24...."Success and intermingling"
She had not tasted blood this sweet in all Her years. She sucked more on his vein as She dove into the taste of his blood and milked his cock of his fluid. She was on as natural a High as She could recall since She had been turned oh so long ago. She let her lower fangs feed on him as well as the taste exceeding Her wildest expectations and the rush She was feeling in Her body was invigorating Her like nothing She could compare it to.
She let the fluids in her lower fangs flood into him, to put him in a state of partial paralysis, so he would not struggle as She fed from him and fed off of him. She could feel him inside Her and it kept her hot and wanting more, and the taste of him, as She sucked more, almost overwhelmed Her senses as She felt only their blood racing in Her veins and She was so lost in the moment She could only feed and suck on his limp form as he hung there in place. The paralysis slowly flowing through his body, stilling his muscles and taking the fight and resistance from him which then allowed Her to feed more deeply.
Their eyes both rolled back into their heads as She drank of his blood and felt his seed deep inside Her. It was turning into a Major sexual feeding for Her as his blood began to fuse with Hers and her juices and fluids began to mix with his blood, the grunts that both made were more animal like than anything as She continued to feed on him, sucking more of his blood into her, the calm passionate clan leader gone, the hungering animal feeding as if She had not fed since she had been turned and tasted blood for the first time after her Sire had taken Her over from being human and giving birth to the Vampire She now was.
She was in Heaven, never had She felt this good while feeding from a human, and She could not get enough, it was like She had been without blood for so long She had forgotten how good blood could taste, everything seemed more alive to Her and it was like She could see things on levels that had been previously closed to Her eyes. She also enjoyed the feel of his cock inside Her, his seed filling her sex with an energy and rush She had not felt from humans during any sexual action She had experienced before, She was giddy with delight and almost drunk on the rush of his blood and fluid being taken into Her body. She could not hear anything else except the roar of delight and need to take everything She could from him now.
He hung from the chains as She feed off him, Her legs clamped tight around his waist as She kept his cock trapped deep inside Her. He had tried to brace for Her body weight on His as he stood on the floor, but he began to feel a strange numbness in his legs and a lightheadedness as She continued to suck from the vein She has struck with Her fangs. The contact lenses that had been his blindfold, still kept him from fully seeing what was going on, but the sounds he heard from Her, startled him and sent a rush of fear flooding through his body. He moaned as She continued to clamp down on him and milk him for all the cum She could pull from his body while She continued to feed freely and deeply from his vein and he felt the edges of darkness crowd his vision as his body continued to grow numb from Her lower fangs bite earlier.
He did not know how much time he had before the dead body weight pulled hard on him. He grabbed hold of the chains above his shackles and tried to steady himself, but found his body shaking and swerving as She totally explored all sides of him and probed any and all openings She could find on his body. His heart was pounding as the darkness was edging closer around his vision and he found himself getting sleepy as She continued to milk him for his blood and semen and he felt drained and weakend and on the edge of collapse. He knew he could not last much longer and he had no idea what it would take to slake her thrist or hunger that seemed to have taken control of Her as he could only hear the sounds of a hungry animal in his ear as She fed from his neck and her legs clamped around his waist, holding him in place as She rode his cock, Her body clamping down to milk him for all She could.
He had to do something, but chained and his body non respsonsive due to the bite that injected the paralysis venom into his body through Her bite, he tried to shake his head and clear his thoughts. It had gotten to the place where he could not make his body respond from the neck down, all that could be moved were his hands that had been chained over his head and his head itself. He saw her pause as She lifted Her head back and howled in delight as She licked Her lips and swallowed more of his blood. He reached deep inside him and with what strength he had left in him,slammed his head into hers with a headbutt and screamed out in his Mind....."Woman, stop this NOW!"
What happened next shocked them both. Her head snapped back from the headbutt, and as She growled at the interuption and tried to clear Her head, the room filled with a burst of wind as She was blown off his body and across the room. He sagged and collapsed in his chains, drained by the effort as She lay there stunned from the unexpected cut off from the body She'd been feeding on. She was puzzled more then hurt by the gust of energy, and puzzled since only those of the clan could move things mentally. She'd never seen or heard of a human who could create that kind of mental energy to mvoe things in the physical setting.
She laid there on the bed, still tasting his blood in her Mouth and feeling his blood in her veins and his seed inside Her. The ecstacy of the feeding still sweeping through Her body, as it began to blend in with the blood in Her body. She looked over to make sure the vial She had taken from him before feeding was intact and safe, She had to make sure this was examined closely so She could be sure of what She had. She looked over to where he hung in his chains, two marks and a slow trickle of blood from each hole showed where She had fed on him. She also knew that his dead weight could cause serious damage to him as he hung unconscious in the chains, so She struggled to Her feet, and moved over to him to try and make sure he suffered no serious damage to his shoulders and wrists while being unconscious in those chains.
She was slender for her race, but She was strong as Vampires went, or She would not have survived the challenges and trials She faced along the way to becoming Clan leader. She'd had to get down and dirty, fighting and pulling out all the stops facing the challengers along the way till She won the combat for clan control, So although he was bulky to handle, She soon got his wrists undone and carried him over to an examination table where She laid him out and began to examine him for signs of injury.
She knew She'd injected him with the paralysis venom from Her lower fangs, so She knew he would be powerless for awhile, and of no threat to Her or himself at this time, yet She found Herself looking around at the mess that was generated by the raw wave of energy that swept her off him and flung Her across the room as if She were a leaf falling from a tree.
She would have to check the tape to see just what happened. She had the playroom area rigged with cameras long ago, not only for the pleasure of it, but to have special tape of some celebrity and industry friends She could pull up in case some forgot themselves and who they now belonged to. She strapped his wrists and ankles in and stopped to see Her hands still shaking from the after effects of being yanked off his body. The psychic strength to generate that wind gust to pull Her off him, still had Her mind reeling in wonder and awe. She picked up the vial and looked at the blood. What could it mean for Her and the clan if this was what She felt it was. She growled as Her ears picked up noises from outside Her chambers, and this startled Her as well, since the room was designed to be sound proof so no one could hear any outside noises, and yet Her ears picked up on some clan staff scurrying past, talking about events going on in the club.
she felt a steady buzz of adrenaline racing through Her system as She moved back to make sure he was secure, She did not want to be losing him to anyone, clan or otherwise. She ran Her hand along his skin, feeling the sweat from the exertion of the act She committed on him. She could sense that his breathing and heartbeat had slowed back down, and while still unconscious, his body still responded to Her touch, and She smiled as She reached in and stroked his cock and felt it begin to stir and a moan was heard from his gagged mouth. She smiled as She squeezed harder and sensed his eyes rolling beneath the contact lense blindfold he was still wearing. She leaned in and sucked one of his balls into Her mouth and rolled Her tongue around it and again was glad that all slaves were clean shaven for the eating pleasure of the Club and the Clan and potential Buyers and users.
She needed another shower to clean Herself up and as She moved over to Her desk, She paused to signal Marcus to return to her chambers. She looked around the room and powered up Her desk monitor to go back and check the tape. She poured Herself a drink to calm her excited energy as She screened back through the video. She was so focused She forgot that She was still naked and drenched in sweat when the signal at the Door, told Her that Marcus was waiting. "Come" She said as She watched the moment again when She was feeding on the male and saw his head lean back and then slam into Hers. She winced at the contact then Her jaw dropped again as out of nowhere She was flung off his body and onto the bed on the other side of the room. She cold still hear his scream in Her head as She saw the slave pass out after the blast of energy that flooded outward from him and threw Her across the room. She stopped the tape at the point where She was flung off his body and headed away from him and watched the energy scatter things all over the playroom.
Marcus was uncertain as to why She had summoned him, and when he entered the chambers and saw the debris scattered all over the playroom, with chairs tipped over, papers scattered and things trashed, He moved in quickly, his heart beating faster at the uncertainty of what he would find and what had happened. He stopped and paused to look around, he saw his Mistress, Nude and coated in sweat and fluids as She studied the monitor at Her desk. He looked around the clutter and saw the male slave, strapped down to the exam table and unconscious, and found himself wondering just what had happened here.
She looked up at his arrival and smiled softly, as She saw the confusion in his face. "The things one learns during playtime my pet," She smiled warmly at Marcus who had always been one of Her favorites for his dedication and loyalty to Her. He bowed his head to Her as She again studied the monitor and moved closer and then knelt before Her desk to await Her wishes. He watched Her closely as She again studied the monitor and was startled to see Her wince when She reached the scene where She was blown off the body with a blast on unknown energy. She sighed, closed the lid to the monitor and looked over at Marcus.
"Make sure you get this vial over to the lab and have the tests run," She said as She handed him the vial. He nodded as he took the vial from Her hand and was startled to see a slight tremor in Her hand as She dropped it into his. "I want you to stay with this vial and make sure they give it A-1 Priority." Her hand steadied quickly, and for a moment he doubted what he had seen. "It will be done Mistress," he replied as he took a closer look at Her. She leaned back in Her chair and he watched with pleasure the way Her body arched and stretched as She tried to work some of the kinks out of Her muscles. "Damm," he thought, "She is an amazing woman even nude, and the sight of Her like this," he sighed softly as he felt the effects of Her actions. He knew something more had happened here, but She would tell him when She was ready. But he was concerned for Her since the accumulation of the red-eye flight and the club activities had to be wearing on Her body.
"Mistress, if I may," he paused as She looked up at him. "It's been a full 24 hours now at the club since your arrival and of course You came straight from the Red-Eye flight, so let me have a couple of girls come into clean things up, while you Shower and get some rest. The new accquistions have been processed and sorted, and your two new slaves are being cared for, the girl is safe and stored, and of course you have the male here." She yawned softly as She listened, it was true She was weary, yet excited by the feeding and the frenzy that came of it. She always got sluggish after a feeding and this was something unlike She had ever tasted before. "I will stay with the blood per your request My Lady," came Marcus's voice, pulling Her back from her thoughts, "and will make sure the results stay classified so that only You may access the information when needed Mistress."
She smiled and nodded as She rose and walked around the desk to stand before Her servant. She smiled as he slipped to his knees before Her and lowered his head in respect. " Ah my sweet Marcus," Her voice flowed over him like honey, "What would I do without you? It is true the day has been long and I do feel part of it catching up with me." She leaned in and nuzzled into his neck and felt his body stir and his carotid vein bulge and throb at Her nearness. "This trip into the Southland has the chance to turn into a truly memorable tale for the clan archives, and pafrt of it's succcess will lay at your feet." She caressed his cheek as She placed a soft kiss on the top of his head. "My people do not need the rest as much as the humans do, but as tonight has been a drain on me after the flight and the games and the guests we have taken on, yes, my sweet pet, even I do find the thought of rest comforting to me, especially as I know you will tend to this special task I have given you." She pulled back on his head by that fine hair of his and let Her fangs graze softly across his throat, and hissed in delight at the way his body responded to Her.
He held his place and kept his eyes averted, for he knew that in a moment like this, one could find heaven or one could find hell in Her eyes depending on the judgement She made on you. He felt his body swell and stiffen to that touch only She could bring out of him and moaned softly as a wave of goosebumps descended down his body at the feel of Her fangs on his throat. "This one lives to serve Mistress," came his soft response. She was bemused and touched as She stood up and let him see Her body stretch and arch backwards as She prepared to head for the showers and some rest. She reached down and stroked his hardened cock and smiled, "You still live because you serve well my pet, and it is my hope nothing ever changes the arrangement between Us."
She walked over to where the male was secured to the table and ran Her fingernails along his body as She thought about what had happened tonight between them. She sensed the departure of marcus with the vial to start the blood work on what was contained in the vial. She still felt a strange buzz inside Her from the dance with this one. She had never felt this way before after dining on a human and She certainly had never been blown off the body of someone She was feeding on. She paused and reached for his cock and began to stroke it and to cup and squeeze on his balls as She reflected on the headache She was feeling from that scream of his in Her head.
"Woman, Stop this NOW! had been the words She heard in Her head from him, before the energy in that scream manifested itself on the physical plane and tore Her off his body and tossed Her across the room. She leaned over and sucked on the head as She felt his body stir at her touch, even in the uncosncious state he was in. She had dealt with humans who had tried to command her and usually a solid slap across the face and then some timely painful reminder why the humans now had to learn their new role or suffer the consequences. But here, and with him, She paused and looked him up and down and found a wave of nervousness sweeping through Her body.
"What exactly do I have here," She thought as She checked the restraints to make sure he was secure. This was an unusual action for Her, since She had played with and fed from so many in Her lifetime, that securing a body was so second nature to Her, She could do it in Her sleep and know that there was no way the human would escape their fate at Her hands. Yet it did Her soul good to make sure he was restrained properly. She walked over to the Shower and turned the water on and set the level at what She enjoyed soaking in, and smiled as She looked Herself over and saw where the juice and semen had dried on Her body and the general sheen of sweat that had coated the rest of Her while she reviewed the tapes and tried to understand what exactly had happened here tonight with him.
She looked at him and felt a wave of desire flood Her being as She licked Her lips to try and see if a taste of him could still be found there. She saw him breathing heavily and unconscious with his cock, swollen and hard from her teasing it moments earlier. She took a step towards him as if to mount the table and settle over his cock and take it deep inside Her again. The thought of that, She found, so exhilerating, that She took another step towards him as She felt control slipping away and the desire and lust flare up, reaching for Her and him, to take control away from Her and subject Her to it's demands. She stopped so quickly, it startled Her and She felt Her inner darkness howl at being pulled short of what it wanted.
She stepped back and sought to calm Herself. This was above and beyond anything She had ever felt from a feeding on a human before. She felt such a need to feed on him and feel him inside Her that She stepped back further from him and wondered what was happening to Her. She felt Her emotions all over the board since She fed on him, and wondered if this was a fallout from tasting Pureblood, and if She would feel better once She had slept it off. "Imagine me blood drunk," She thought as She stepped back into the Showers and began to clean her body off. "When was the last time I got blood drunk after a feeding," She wondered as She felt the steam enevelop Her and the rush of the water, distract Her enough that the darkness in Her began to settle back as She cleaned Herself off, wondering what the tests would reveal, and what if any side effects there were to an overdose of Pure Blood on any of the of the night.
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Chapter Twenty Three
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Posted:Aug 6, 2023 9:08 pm
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She entered Her room, still feeling the buzz that had started after She had taken a bite from the male to draw blood for the special Bloody Mary drink that She shared with the Winners of the game this night. She took a deep sigh of relief as She entered Her private room and slipped out of Her dress and headed into the Shower for a nice hot soak. The Huntress in Her was content with how the evening had gone, and the Tactician inside Her head was going over how to determine if the boy was a true source of Pureblood and if so, how best to protect the value of such a source, since if word got out about Her discovery, he would be one of the most wanted natural resources that the Underground community could seek and desire.
She closed her eyes as She entered the shower and let the hot water wash over her lithe body. Her head abuzz with feelings and sensations that She had never felt before after feeding on mortal blood. If just a sip of this blood did this to her, She wondered, what would a more normal tapping of his blood be like for Her. She felt Her hair draped down her back underneath the shower's flow, as She lathered the shampoo into Her hair and let the energy of the night's activities begin to drain from Her body. She needed some quiet time now, and Marcus and Deborah would make sure the Winners and their aides would be properly worked and taken care of before they were sent off to their rooms for a rest. She had left instructions for Marcus to bring the boy here for Her to finally get a quiet moment with him, to study him more, take a sample of blood for the labs to test and to explore more, what She had found here, and if he was smart enough to adapt to his new world, or if the knowledge of what had happened to him, would cause his mind to short circuit and make him of little use to Her or the clan.
Even with her Vampire constitution, She normally would be feeling the effects of the flight and the time change and the evening of Hunting and games playing, but for some reason, that buzz in Her head seemed to be spreading all over he body. She was feeling an energy level She was unused to at this point of the day. There were many things a Vampire could go without, but still sleep was a needed part of a new life and She was tired yes, but not sleep tired, it was like She had tapped into a new source of energy that She had previously been unaware of that allowed Her to stay functional and alert and trying to figure out an order of logic to the events of the night. She lathered Her pale skin, letting her hands dance along Her body and touching those spots that only few were allowed near,even fewer to sample and find pleasure in. She knew Her body after all these years and those special spots that allowed Her to feel like a Woman. Now it seemed Her body was tuning itself into thoughts and desires that excited Her body in ways She had not felt since She had been brought over.
As She washed to get the scent of all the humans off of Her, She felt Her body stir with want and wonder over the boy, and how it was wakening a side of Her, She had thought long dead and gone since the transformation. One of the things learned was control of the body and it's capabilities on almost all levels, and to have human reactions to a situation was unheard of on any level. What papers She could find on the infusion of Pureblood into a vampire's blood stream was spotty at best. It seemed the idea of Purebloods were considered a myth, a urban legend. Stories past down from Old Vamps who had claimed to have uncovered supplies of Pureblood, but not much documentation to follow their claims to show what kind of effect it could have on the DNA of the Vampire Host. She had to find some science to back the folklore and keep it on a need to know basis. She knew of the Older Clans that still believed in Pureblood and what it could do, and She had been in to clean up after some inter clan feuds when Rival Clans fought over what turned out to be a pretty human, but no Pureblood. What kind of frenzy would be inspired with this discovery?
Meanwhile, Marcus and the slave meat had taken the elevator down to Her VIP suite and as they exited the elevator, Marcus paused to share some advice with the slave. "Listen mate, you now begin to see that your in a new phase of life." He paused and watched the slave shake his head in understanding. "The Lady is not one to be toyed with or kept waiting. She expects obedience from her staff and slaves in a prompt and timely manner. I think you gathered a sense of that hearing what went on with Our former Nurse." At that he smiled as a shiver of nervous energy flushed across the slave's memory as he remembered what he had heard. "You are not the first one to be wheeled down here for closer examination mate," he paused as they got closer to Her room. "But this may be the most important time for you right now." He showed his ID badge to the guards who checked on their list and nodded them through. "If She finds potential in you, as slave, or staff, it will be because you did not play games here and you obeyed as if your life depended on it. And face it brother, it does."
"I've seen males and females brought down to here, some stayed slaves and served her well and found a livable life. Others impressed Her and won a chance at becoming part of Her staff and there are definitely perks to that. But of course, I've also seen fools, think they could outsmart or out deal Her, and you do not want to know where they wound up. There are far worse places for a slave to be then at the beck and call of the Mistress." "Everything you have everything you are, now belongs to Her, that includes the usage of your senses. If She does not want you to talk, be quiet or be gagged. If She does not want you to see something, the blindfold is creative and effective as you found out with the special lenses. Don't take anything for granted, and think you can top Her from the bottom, or your butt will pay a price."
He nodded to himself as he felt the slave paying attention to his advice. The boy's head seem to turn in the direction of the sound of his voice with every movement Marcus made to wheel the tray into the room. "I will be taking your gag out, since She will be talking with you, but your mouth and the gift of speech are now Hers, abuse that gift and you will be silenced. Do you understand?" he asked as he removed the gag from the slave's lips. The slave licked his lips slowly and swallowed to try and get his jaw and mouth back in track after having been gagged for most of the night. The voice came out weary and ragged but both of them could hear his response. "Yes Sir, it will be as you command."
Marcus nodded and smiled as he wheeled the slave into the cleaning room, off to the side of the Kitchen in the Suite here for the Mistress and into the well lit wash room. In the center was a Pole with spigots and hoses and shackles and chains and he wheeled the slave into place. "I will be releasing you from your bonds boy while we set you up for how She will wish to find you. I don't think you really want to try anything stupid at this point in time do you?" He looked down as he saw the slave rest and not move until instructed. The body still coated with the oils from earlier in the evening, the leather harness still strapped around his limp cock and sack and the clamps still biting into the breasts of the slave, even though the candles had been extinguished awhile ago. You could see the specks of wax splattered around his upper torso as the slave lay there breathing heavily.
"No Sir," came the soft reply, "I am here to obey and learn and serve to the best of my abilities." Marcus nodded as he undid the shackles from the table and slipped a leash onto the Collar and tugged softly to show the slave he was to rise up on the table. The slave slowly pushed himself into position, groaning as each movement triggered a wave of aches and pains from his prolonged confinement on the table, and with the medications almost worked out of his system, the marks and swelling from earlier in the dungeon, was showing on the slave's body. Marcus took his time to help the slave to his feet, for he knew the boy was worn, and as he helped him to the edge of the table, just before he guided the slave's feet to the floor, he checked out the boy's package that was starting to return to it's normal coloration, and saw two small specks of red at the base of his cock, where the Mistress had tapped into him for his blood for the drink. He shook his head in wonder as it seemed that the Mistress had gotten way more energetic with tapping this one's shaft for blood then She normally did. The whole bite area still glistened as if their body fluids had blended together and were having a reaction at the base of his cock.
The slave shivered as he stood on the floor and felt his legs quiver from nervous stress and the collective strain of what he had been taken through this night. He felt a strange surge around his scrotum and a rippling tingle effect that drifted outward from his loins and throughout his body. It felt similar to when he had stayed in one position too long and the blood flow had been cut back and when he shifted his body, the blood flow resumed to the body part, leaving a tingling feeling as the blood rushed back into the constricted area. He turned his head in the direction of the sound of Marcus's voice and tried to process it all as he was led slowly over into the area Marcus was calling the pet wash, and he shivered when the cold tile met his bare feet as he was moved into the what felt like the center of the room.
The reverberations of Marcus's voice bounced off the walls as he continued to give instructions to the slave. The boy kept quiet and nodded when he had to and kept his answers soft, short and respectful to the trainer. He lifted his hands over his head upon command and felt the cold of a steel pole against his back as Marcus chained the slave's hands over his head and then knelt down to shackle the boy's feet apart with the chains at the base of the pole. Marcus stepped back to inspect the slave now chained in the pet wash room and nodded. The slave seemed smart enough to listen and learn, although Marcus was still not sure why the Mistress had such interest in this one. But that was not his call to make, he was just to follow orders and serve, to maintain his place near Her side and enjoy the rewards She gave to those who served Her well.
Marcus went over and gathered the things She would need if She was wishing to clean and examine the pet Herself, the shampoo, the soap, the wash clothe, the brush and set them on the tray. He also made sure that a supply of other aides were there for her to test on the boy as needed. He reached for the butterfly clamps, the small fishing weights, the crop, the flogger, the Vampire gloves and of course the collar and leash. he had seen the Mistress during one of these sessions, and depending on how well the pet behaved, it could be one of the most sensual nights of their lives or one of the most painful. The Mistress could switch from Seductive to Dominatrix seemingly at the drop of a Hat, so he had learned long ago, not to push his luck. Finally he laid out the rubbing alcohol, the disinfectant swabs, the rubber tube and the needle and vial for the blood sample he knew She would be wanting from this one.
"Good luck slave," Marcus said as he set the waters to the usual temperature She used for cleaning the slaves and watched as the water splashed across the slave's body as he stood there waiting. "You're all Hers now, and if you are as smart as you seem, I'll see you soon enough. If not",...Marcus left his final words unspoken as he left the slave's to what ever fate and destiny he would find at the hands of his Mistress. He hit the spotlights that lit up the center pole where the slave now would by his actions determine whether he would live or die. He had come back on numerous occasions to find dead bodies hanging from the shackles, the blood drained from them and the bodies waiting to be recycled and harvested for what ever good they could provide the Clan or the Club. He was not sure why he was on edge when dealing with this one, and he knew the boy spooked the Mistress in ways neither of them knew, but it was Her call to make, and his job to dispose of or continue the training of the new slaves that would find their new lives far different then the ones they had left at the Club door.
He stood there, once again chained to a post, this one cold steel instead of the marble from inside the Club. He had gone through major play scenes and discovered how in over his head he truly now was. He was worried for the safety of his friends, not knowing where they were, and he was concerned for the girl who had been taken on this trip into wonderland with him. He heard the waters from the shower heads all around him and his body felt the warmth of the spotlights on his frame, but the darkened contact lenses still kept him in the dark, and the tingling from his cock and balls seemed to be spreading from his scrotum outwards into other parts of his body. He had no idea what time it was, or where he was, or what he would do if he somehow managed to escape, a nude slave in collar would be spotted rather easily he thought, chuckling to himself as he thought back over what had happened to him here.
He knew normally he should be exhausted from it all, and mentally on some levels he was drained, but his mind was firing on all circuits, processing the information he had gathered since he had been bought from the pole and taken down into the darkness of the Underground dungeon. There were parts of his body that were sore and marked from what had been done to him, and of course he now was hairless from the neck down as part of the preparation for the party he and the girl had been served up at, and the cool of the air on his bare body was still causing reactions of their own as he stood there, hanging from the shackled, feeling the drying candle wax on his chest and the harness now hanging from his sex as the Major Orgasm She took from he and Sophie had drained him and almost overwhelmed him with the release that he had been denied for so long that evening. Yet since he felt the bite on his skin right after the pleasure of being allowed release, and the sucking motion that seemed to take more then his more then his fluids, he felt as if he had caught a second wind, tapped into a new source of energy that he didn't know he had. He was uncertain as to what was coming next, but he would pull on his skills and training and the things he had learned throughout his life to allow him the best chance to survive and hopefully thrive in what his new life would be asking of him.
Just then he stopped, and looked over to his right. He could not see anything, and the sound of the showers flooded his ears, the water splashing off the walls echoing in the confined pet wash room, and the lights still shining brightly on him as he stood shackled in place, but as his nostrils flared softly, he sensed something out there, he sniffed again to see if he could learn more. He was not sure where the scent had come from, and as he moved his head from side to side to see if it came from any other part of the room, he found his head turning back to that area where he had first noticed the scent. He kept quiet as he tried to understand what it might be. He had been close enough to Marcus to know that the smell did not come from him, and Lord knew his body was drenched in sweat and scents of foods that had been draped across him for quite awhile earlier in the evening. Yet as he sniffed the air again, he picked up on it. A fresh scent, clean, and natural. It was something he would not have noticed earlier, yet now it toyed with him, teased him with it's presence, making him wonder who else was there watching him.
She stood in the other room, Her plush robe wrapped around Her slender frame as She studied him in the pet wash, nude and shackled to the center pole. The lights of the room shining on his moist skin, as She saw the steam begin to accumulate. She sometimes felt small and fragile and very feminine, and it was moments like this She enjoyed the private time to play and discover how to make a human respond to Her questions, and which tactics could garner Her the most information She could gain from them. Sometimes a seductive approach would work, other times the action had to become more intense.
She watched him test his chains, and look around, all typical actions of the slaves brought down here for a wash and rinse, and She still wondered what She would find in him and how this would impact on Her life. One of the things She prided Herself on was being able to not only find and take what sexy bodies from the humans and Hollywood and make them Her's, but She also took pride in finding other slaves, that could be taken and trained and placed back in their lives, but now under Her control. She knew how to stock Hollywood parties with Her trained slaves, who worked for the Studios as the "Stars" but who also via one way or another had fallen under Her Dominion and control and to protect their image, would do whatever was asked of them.
She stopped when She felt him looking at Her. She caught Her breath and watched as he seemed to be staring right at Her where She stood in the shadows of the darkened room. She could see the black in his eyes, so She knew the blindfold lenses were still in his eyes, and yet, he seemed to see Her. She pulled Her robe tighter around Her as a wave of nervous wonder swept Her body. She watched as he seemed to sniff the air, the lights of the room still fully on him, so She could see his every movement. She stepped back again, and shivered, when She saw his head turn and look straight at where She was as if he knew She was there. "This is impossible," She thought, "with all the noise and sound and lights on him, how is it he is looking right where I am?" She felt a chill slide down her spine as She shook Her head in confusion. "It must be the Pureblood," She thought, "I've never had a human startle me like this here, let alone up in the main floor where I found this one chained to the bidding pillars. She stood there uncertain for a moment as to what She would do next. This was new in and of itself for Her, and a part of Her brain noted and registered the information as She took a deep breath, slipped out of her Robe and entered the room, looking to take charge of the situation as She always did.
She walked over to the control panel and with some quick adjustments, turned the waters off and set the spa bubbling over in the corner with the waterfall effect that kept a soothing flow of sound resonating in the room. She kept the lights shining on him as She moved closer and studied his body, wet and oily and waxed from being the center piece from Her party earlier, She always loved serving up meals on slaves, it was such a rush to check the reactions of the "jaded" Hollywood crowd who had seen it all, either in town, or on the beach at Cannes, or wherever the self important people gathered to applaud their films and each other. She had a side order from a group of Japanese mobsters for a certain body type of California females to be taken and shipped over for new lives as slaves and human furniture for the Mobs there. She chuckled at some of the Playboy playmates She had taken off of Hugh's hands when they grew to be too old for his tastes. She also stopped in Her tracks and realized She had been stalling taking the next step in exploring him, because She was not sure what She was about to discover.
She took a deep breath in astonishment at how She was feeling, and the thoughts that were racing through Her mind. She shook Her head and felt Her hair sway a bit, still wet and hanging loose on her bare back as She decided to do what She did best, take control of the situation, live in the moment and find out for sure what She had captured in Her hunting earlier in the evening. He stood there before Her, naked, coated in the remains of the food, oil, wax and bodily fluids that had been taken from him upstairs. She needed him cleaned up before She drew blood and She also needed to see if along with the blood, he had the intelligence to survive as Slave. She would not surround Herself with fools, and if he could not please Her mind, and his blood required him to be kept secured and accessible, She would deal with that, but She also knew that this one could raise his head to Her when others could not, and for that, She would find the answer no matter what it cost him.
She stepped barefoot into the Shower, approaching him naked as he was, but unlike all the other times, an edge of uncertainty raced through Her system as for the first time in who knew how long, She was not exactly sure of what was going to happen here. She paused and slowly reached out and placed Her hand on his chest, and at the contact, he strained in his chains and leaned into the touch. She was startled by the action and pulled Her hand back. She growled at Herself for behaving like it was Her first time cleaning and tending to a slave. "Relax boy," She whispered as She moved back in and again placed Her hand on his chest and felt the quickening beat of his heart at Her touch. "You do not speak unless spoken to, and you will be respectful to anyone who talks to you, since now, anyone who talks to you, is your Superior. Do you understand slave?" She rubbed Her hand lightly over his nipples and felt them begin to swell as his voice came back, "Yes Mistress."
"I do not care to know of your name slave, it is a part of who you were before you entered my Club this night. You will be renamed as needed by whomever is your final Owner." She smiled as She studied his face and his body to see how he responded to Her words. "For now, you are to answer to the name "boy", anytime you hear "boy", you are to be ready to serve who ever has need of you." She walked over to the wall and picked up the soap and wash clothe as She continued talking. "That you allowed yourself to be chained to one of the play posts in the club, shows me you know of the lifestyle, and that you have a slave side to you." She watched as he kept his head down, but his head turned to follow Her as best he could while chained to the post.
She began to soap his chest up and rub the cloth across the wax and the skim, letting all of Her senses swirl to the surface as She got hands on with the meat and began to wash the remains of the party off of him. She was both pleased at his ability to obey, and yet, She still felt his eyes on Her as She moved Her way around the post, washing him down, cleaning him up and exploring his body as it came alive again, under the combined touch of the water and Her hands.
She reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock and sac with the wash cloth and stroked his shaft and smiled as the body did what it always would do when a Woman played with a Man's body, his cock began to swell under Her attentions. She slide down to Her knees and placing Her hands on his hip, She placed a string of soft kisses around his loin and a string of soft nips on his inner thighs. She heard a moan slip from his lips as She opened Her mouth and sucked one of his balls into her lips and ran Her tongue across his skin, letting Her teeth lightly graze over the bare balls.
Her nose flared slightly as She sniffed the area at the base of his shaft where She had nicked him lightly for blood earlier that night. She could see a swelling where Her fangs had pierced the skin and Her saliva from sucking on the blood had mixed with the blood and fluids at the base of his shaft and there was still a swollen area there. She found that somewhat puzzling as by this time, for such a small drawing of blood, the normal slave body had recuperated from a tapping of a vein like that.
She shook off the questions that flared in the back of Her mind as She treated Herself to a complete exploration of him, teasing him, toying with him, working him up and watching which movements triggered what reactions on him. She was pleased overall with how responsive his body was and how it reacted to Her touch and kiss and She found She enjoyed the base scent this one had as part of his essence. She still was somewhat puzzled by the way his head turned and followed her movements too easily it seemed. She had tested the blindfold lenses Herself and knew them to be quite effective in taking the sight away while keeping the face open and accessible. The lab had come up with the lenses for use when one wanted to see the expression on the slave's face during session, and not have half the face covered with a blindfold.
He rattled in his chains as he felt himself washed and cleaned off and tended to. He kept quiet since She had not asked questions although he did wonder what his new name would be when he was placed with his Owner. The thought shocked him as he continued to wonder how and if escape was possible, then he moaned and lost track of his thoughts when he felt Her lips on his skin. He shivered in the coolness of the room, the mists of water dripping down his body as She used Her long fingernails to scrape at the wax that had melted on his chest from earlier in the evening, and his eyes, even though the lenses were in place, his vision seemed to be clearing somewhat, as he felt he was able to make out the outlines of shapes in and around the room. There wasn't much to go with, but he could see darker areas from one side of the room to another and Her dark shape moving around him, up and down on him and teaching his body to know Her touch and voice.
He knew that when one wore a collar, one learned to obey or suffer the consequences, so he knew that for now, at least, he would have to give service to Her since She seemed to be the Ultimate power in his life for now, and if She turned into what he was beginning to fear She was, he was in way over his head and could not afford to risk angering Her.
He sensed Her kneeling before him and felt Her hands on his hips as She moved in and began to kiss and tease him there. He moaned as he felt Her lips suck on his balls and swirl Her tongue around them. He shivered as he felt Her teeth graze across the scrotum and remembered the sharp pain when She bit into him earlier. he shook in his chains as She had Her way with him, feeling Her hands over his body, prying and pushing and seeking to explore any openings She could find. He tried to tighten his muscles to resist, but She had a touch developed over time that allowed Her to ride the waves of any slave's resistance to her touch and to find those muscle zones that when touched just right, would trigger a release of any attempted resistance by any slave.
She grinned as She felt how full his shaft had grown and She lightly kissed the head then ran Her tongue over the top and sucked the fluid She found there into Her mouth. She slide him in and out of Her mouth as Her tongue danced along his skin and Her other hand reached down and grabbed his balls and squeezed them softly and began applying more pressure. Her ears picked up on his increased breathing as She savored the scent and taste of him, and grazed Her fangs along the shaft, if He grew more excited, She would have to use the wider set on him. She moaned in pleasure at the thought while She made him groan from want and need as She cotinued to milk him towards where She wanted his blood and his need to be.
His eyes closed, even though he was blindfolded by the lenses as She teased and tormented him, stirring his need, but not letting him build to a release. He growled at the frustration as She played his body up and down, nipping at his earlobe, tweaking a nipple to hardness and always finding ways to send waves of goosebumps racing over his now clean body that She had also washed off and cleaned of the food and oils and waxes that had built up on him over the evening. It was hard to keep his thoughts straight while She played his body against him, and he was amazed at the strength he felt in Her as She spiun him around to face the pole and heard her feet move over to the side, while Her scent was still filling him with Her need and want.
They had not talked much, She was more interested in exploring his body and what the limits were. What fun were stretching limits on a slave when you didn't know how far you could stretch them, literall or figurativly. She paused at the remote controls and began to operate the buttons to power up the engine and help the slave dry out quicker after the wash and rinse She had just run him through. She hit the up button and the post began to rise, pulling him upwards slowly as She moved around to study his face while She asked her questions. "How long have you been into the lifestyle boy?" She raised Her voice so he could hear Her over the sounds of the machine that pulled up on the chains as She watched him being dragged onto his feet, and then his toes as he gasped for Air and grabbed hold of his restraints and was slowly pulled skyward.
He gasped as he felt the strain on his body and his arms as they were stretched upwards and he felt his feet reaching for the floor as She moved him to where She wanted him. He tooka deep breath to try and answer Her while the strain of the stretch was beginning to make itself known into his shoulders. He closed his eyes to focus as he sought to answer Her question. "I've been interactive to a degree in this lifstyle for over 20 years now Mistress," he sighed as he tried to touch the floor with his feet and found that he was hung by his wrists, unable to touch the floor, although he could sense it just underneath his feet that were pointed down trying to find some footing and causing him to sway back and forth as he danced at the end of Her strings, her Slave marionette. "Which side of the life do you follow boy? came her next question as She knelt down beneath him and locked a spreader bar onto his ankles to make sure he could not close his legs at anytime during the questioning.
He opened his eyes, still seeing dark shapes and forms, but as he looked to where he thought Her voice was, he noticed the moving shape he thought of as Her was becoming more defined and more feminine and as he swallowed and sought to find an easy position, he groaned as his weight wore down at his abiliity to resist. "This one has seen action on both sides of the whip Mistress, he has trained those who came to him, yet he has also taken a knee to those who won his respect." She chuckled as She unstrung the flogger and with a flick of the wrist let the braids of leather dance out into the room. "Well boy, if you do not want to see how painful life as a slave can be, you best know how to check your ego at the door and show respect to everyone, since you now are low meat on the scale here in your new life. Anyone not wearing a collar can make use of you, and as of now, you are at the bottom of the slave ladder as well, so if you are as smart as it seems you may be, you will learn how to walk softly, and serve well."
She turned the CD player on and some techo music fill the room's speakers as She picked up the flogger and draped it over his shoulder and pulled the strands off, letting the strands get a taste for his flesh as She looked over the areas She wanted to work on. She always could get target practice when She had some meat delivered here for playtime and She wanted to see how well this one could hold his marks and colors. She found the beat on the song and pulled her arm back and let the flogger dance forward and lash across his ass. She was pleased not to hear a yelp out of him. Not for a first strike, no matter how tender his flesh is from his night, She wanted to think this source of Pureblood had a heart of courage to match. She would make him moan and groan, and more, but She had to feel that this slave had something that made him one who could walk the line of his lifestyle, and do justice to them both. She continued working the flogger up and down his back and onto his ass, watching the leathers mark his hide and seeing him struggle and seek to avoid the kiss of the flogger, the music that filled Her ears came from the sounds of him, swinging ikn his chains and the sounds he made as one flogger or the other would find a spot on him and cause his body to tweak and twist in an effort to protect it.
She slowly circled him, laying out precise lashes across his thighs, his chest, across his breasts, letting the tip of the flogger bite at the end of the swollen nipple and was pleased to get a yelp of pain out of him from that. At the end of 30 minutes, She found him hanging there, coated in a sheen of sweat, and the lashes across his front and back side beginning to color from the impact. She saw his head sag resting against his arm as he sought to rest and prepare for what was next. She smiled and replaced the floggers with her vampire gloves and moved into him for more hands on work. She lightly raked his skin with the tips of Her gloves and felt him jerk in response to the tiny tack tips that marked his skin lightly and caused him to moan and break out in a string of goosebumps where ever She ran Her hand along his skin.
She then reached down and took hold of his cock and balls and felt him suck in a deep breath and She felt his bloodstream racing faster as he was nervous and uncertain now as to what could come next. She toyed and teased him and felt the blood rush to his shaft as She continued to shift from pleasure to pain and back again to keep him off balance. She found herself pleased with his abiility to endure and keep his tongue from too much talking. She had a low level of tolerance for chatty slaves. She chuckled at the thought of a chatty slave and how that slave felt when their tongue had been cut out and fed to the guard as a treat. There was quite a bit of blood from his mouth, but he never tried to top his Mistress from the bottom ever again.
As his cock grew hard again, She rubbed up against him feeling his firmness along Her slit. She was beginning to see truth in the saying "don't judge a book by it's cover" as She felt Herself moan with want and need and a sense of delight as to how well this one seemed trained. She would ask more later, for now, She wanted this for Herself, and as She moved closer to him, She wrapped herself around his body and climbed onto him, wrapping Her legs around him and squeezing tight as She took his face in Her hands and kissed him hard as She moved her body onto his cock and slowly began to push down on him as he hung there. When She mounted him, Her extra weight and movements shocked him so that he let lose of all of his breath and sagged in his chains as She writhed over him. She sensed the panic beginning to build in him, but She did not care, She wanted this moment for Herself and if he survived it, it would show that there was more to him then met the eyes.
She felt his body begin to match her efforts, although chained and hung as he was, and bearing Her weight, She felt his hips flare and his ass rock back and forth as She slide up and down him, Her muscles gripping his cock and squeezing it tightly as he huffed and gasped for breath while She took him. His eyes were closed tight and in the darkness, it was like he could see Her face kissing him, growling at him, nibbling at him, and as he tried to make sense of it, he felt Her clamp down on his cock and Her legs squeezed around him as She leaned back off of him and ran Her hands through Her hair and reached the table for the needle and tube to collect a sample. She felt Her own pressure building as he danced at the end of the chains, his heart beating harder as She had him squeezed tight. She leaned up and in and kisses a sweet spot near his cartoid artery as She wanted all of his emotions and hormones and blood fully rushing for what was to come next.
"This is where you begin to show me your future boy," She gasped as She felt her orgasam building to release. She took the needle and quickly tapped into the vein and heard a gasp from him as She began to withdraw a vial full of his blood. He shook and shivered in his chains as his legs tightened up and he shot his load up into her wet sex, and at the feel of his release, She growled out into the room and as She pulled the needle out and tossed the vial over onto a cushion, She sank her fangs into his neck and began to feed on the blood that was pumping hard as he was cumming hard and the combination and the joy She felt at finally getting to his blood, pushed Her control over the edge and She clamped down both on his neck and on his shaft and began to feed on him and feed from his as well.
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Chapter Twenty Two
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Posted:Aug 5, 2023 2:51 pm
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He lay there on the table, struggling to understand all that was going on around him. He remembered the work that the nurse did on him and sophie and how she explained what had been done to them as part of the plating preparation. He again tried to make his body respond, and again his limbs refused to obey. He could feel the oils being slathered over his body and the sushi and other fish being draped and positioned around his body and felt his cock and balls being further oiled along with the leather harness tightly wrapped around him and groaned as the pressure increased from the stimulation of his body.
He felt the table he was strapped to, being moved into the room and his head bounced a bit as it was pushed over a rise and it knocked his head over to his left where he could see them working on the French girl and strapping her in on her belly, where as he was on his back, and bringing in some strange machines and things that looked like breast pumps. His eyes opened in wonder as he had always known about the fetish that included milking women, and the pleasures that it brought, he had been told of events and places where that had happened to women, some willing, others unprepared for it, and it had always made him wonder what the process would look like and sound like with a female body being milked that way.
Sophie was gagged, so she couldn't be understood, but she moaned loudly and screamed into her gag as they laid her out on the table and dropped her breasts through the special holes in the board and began to strap her down and hook up the suction cups to the frame and her breasts. He saw the tubing being unwound remembered the nurse saying She had given the girl injections to stimulate the lactation process and prime the pump so to speak, so he listened and watched the process, with a curiosity that was both intellectual and sexually driven as well.
The people knew what they were doing, since they moved quickly and efficiently around the girl, locking her into place, oiling her body and plate up and making ready to place meats and cheeses in and around her body as well. He caught a quick glimpse of the girl's face as it was turned in his direction and saw the fear in her face, some tears still on her cheeks, yet a glazed over look that said she was either retreating from all the efforts being done with her mentally, or she was getting turned on by the way they were handling her body and she was becoming more sexually aroused then one should be considering all that had happened to the both of them tonight.
They hooked the tubes to the end of the funnel cups that were locked into place, and attached to the miling machine. He was not sure of the engine being used to power the machine, but winced when they powered it up. It was a noisy little thing as it warmed up. He could not hear what was going on for a few moments, but the look on Sophie's face as the suction effect pulled on her breasts was an amazing sight, the look of shock in her eyes as the tuned machine began to run more smoothly and quieter as the suction and pumping began to hit it's rhythm and you could see the rise and fall of the breasts as they cups held them in place, working to bring the first drops of milk from the French slave's young breasts.
He continued to watch with fascination as the machine began it's steady task of turning the waitress from earlier in the evening, into something new, yet something old, a slave, a female one at that, to be used like any other piece of merchandise on the property. Her dreams and desires were no longer important, she was like human livestock, owned for the specific purpose of the Owner, and she needed to learn her place if she wished to survive the days to come. He had no idea what would happen to either of them when the night was over, he moaned as he felt some wax from the small candles nipple clamped on his breasts, drip from the stick and onto his swollen nipples and chest. He had no idea of what time it was, but he knew that there were parts of Hollywood and West L.A. that partied all night, and he was certain that this place was equipped to go no matter what.
He saw a flash of white out of the corner of his eye and saw the nurse kneeling down by Sophie, to check on her bonds and the pumps steadily sucking and pulling on her breasts. He could not see if milk was flowing yet, but he could hear the moans and groans come from the French girl as the nurse's hand reached between the girl's legs and the breast machine continued to apply it's pressure and sucking efforts to take the French slave into lactation. He heard the voice of Marcus snap out commands to the staff and the Chef and his crew to finish with the plating process since the Mistress would soon be by for final inspection before the guests were brought in for the treats after the negotiations were taken care of.
He heard Marcus asked the nurse how long it would take before a steady stream of milk would be weaned from the French cow, and the nurse said it depending on the girl, what good health she was in and if she had ever lactated before. The first time milking of a slave always took longer because the body had never been pregnant which turned on the breast milk naturally. So since this one seemed not to have given birth, it would take the machines a bit longer in combination with the medication injected into the cow, before she would begging to provide milk and a possible reason for the Mistress to wish to add her to the farm, or assign her to what ever her new life would be here.
Marcus turned and saw the male slave watching them and the female cow that was being milked. He grinned as he saw how the sight of the male's girl being pumped and primed for milking, had made the boy's cock stand even more straight and swell. The colors of the shaft darkening from the restriction of the leathers on the blood flow through the shaft. From his own experience, he knew how sensitive and aware the cock was like that. He could also see the first drops of fluid leaking from the slit on the head of the cock. He moved over and studied the boy, wondered what the Mistress had in mind for him, "the girl would be of much more use overall then this one" he thought as he pulled out the special kit that he had been ordered to use on the man who was now looking well decorated with foods and garnishes as the sous chefs finished their work on the two trays of slave meat and the foods that they would bear for the enjoyment of the Mistress and the guests.
Marcus left the nurse to finish her work with the slaves and he moved over to wash his hands for the next task. The Mistress had ordered a special blindfold for the male, he stopped his line of thought and said, the boy, once they are designated slaves, they are not male or female, they are boy or girl, and She had called for a most unusual blindfold for the boy, pitch black contact lenses. He had not had cause to use them much, but once they were installed, the person could not see anything through them. But it looked to others as if the person had dark eyes. He had worn them once during a play session with the Mistress and knew how effective they were, but he had rarely seen them called out for slave use, the standard ways of sight deprivation used on slaves was easy enough to work with. After all they were just slaves, although some of the means of taking their sight away was creative for slaves, he had never seen the lenses used until tonight.
But as he remembered back in the other room when his eyes had been locked in a glance with the boy and how he found it impossible to break away from the moment and how it seemed that the boy could see right into his soul and but speak the word and he would obey. Marcus shook his head from the memory of it, thankful that his Mistress had arrived in time to prevent him from doing anything foolish with the boy. A soft laugh filled his throat as he looked at the man, he was in his mid 40's and on the heavy side, although when dendued and oiled up, he did show a certain sheen that Marcus knew would please some of the raunchier clientele that frequented the club. He also noticed how well the seafood, sushi and otherwise was being plated on the boy's body with the garnishes made both the boy and girl look quite delicious on numerous levels.
He moved to the top of the table and moved the boy's head back into position and simply said, "I know you can hear me boy, and you have some skills and obedience, this will serve you well with what lies before you. For now, open your eyes for me and do not resist, this is done per the orders of the Mistress who now owns you and the french cow, and if you wish for a life to live, you will continue to adapt, obey and serve with all that you are. If you understand me, blink your eyes twice and them keep the right one open." He stepped back a bit to see the look of awareness cross the boy's face, and a deep sigh slip through the O ring ball gag that was strapped between the boy's lips. The boy blinked his eyes twice per command and then opened up his right eye and awaited what was to come.
As he tried to keep his eye open for Marcus, he felt his eyelid twitch and quiver as the lens was moved into position. He had always had trouble keeping his eyelid still when wearing his contacts, so he was both surprised and delighted to feel his eyebrow twitch and flicker again. Could it be he was starting to feel more of his body? Marcus patiently waited till the boy's eye steadied, for the blackout lens had to be placed precisely over the cornea. He knew that the lenses would obscure the boy's sight and vision and make him less of a threat to the Mistress and the others while they ran their tests on he and the girl and determined their value for the Mistress and where their new lives would begin at. He added some eye drops into the boy's eyes as he made sure the first lens settled into place and moved to the other eye, he wanted to be done soon, since he was sure the Mistress would be here soon for last minute inspections before the party took place and the winners were rewarded and the losers met their fate.
Marcus grunted as he tried to keep the other eyelid open and apply the other lens. He remembered what it felt to be trapped in this one's gaze and how it weakened his will and ability to chose what he wanted to do. Only the Mistress had this effect on him when She brought him into Her employment and She promised that only She would have this effect on him. She wanted him strong to help her deal with the humans as they came in and out of the club, and to coordinate other security matters as well. He remembered when he went through his initiation into Her service and how he felt when She first drank from him, the rush that flowed through his body as She marked him as Her own. He had made his peace with his life and was content to serve and enjoy it as long as it kept him near Her side. He blew out a deep breath that he had been holding as he finally got the other lens into place, blindfolding the boy, and yet, leaving his face accessible with that O ring gag strapped nicely into place, keeping his mouth open for any who would wish to use it later on. He chuckled as he ran his hand along the slave's body and smiled, he knew the Hollywood types the Mistress dealt with and had no doubt that the holes on both the boy and girl would be well used before it was all said and done.
As the slave felt his vision being taken from him by the Contact lenses, his mind tried to process all that had happened to him since he had agreed to come into the club collared and cuffed along with his friends. He wondered where they were at and if they had any idea of what was happening to him. He groaned as he heard people scurrying around making things ready and he felt hands shaping and shoving his body into place as the foods and garnishes were being draped and decorated over his nude body. He wondered how Sophie was dealing with it all, as it was frustrating feeling what was happening to him, but not able to respond or defend from the numerous hands that copped a feel over his body and his manhood. He was frustrated, but also curious and his body had been worked into a state of sexual need from all the things that had been done to him.
He was very uncomfortable laying nude and oiled up like this, his role was usually on the other side of the leash in the lifestyle games, but he knew that when collared, his role was turned inside out and he had to serve for however long the collar remained on his neck. Usually he could gather a good feel as to how long a scene would run, but from what he had heard and been told, this was something very very different, and could rival some of those stories he had heard from his sources about parties that went on and with the people that dropped out of sight because someone with the buck and the balls, wanted to claim them for their very own.
He had lost all track of time, and although he was tired and weary, the drugs kept him alert, if inert and aware of all that was happening around him. He could also hear the steady sounds of the milking machine doing it's work on Sophie and her occasional moans through her O ring gag as her breasts were sucked and coaxed closer to their first time giving milk. He was fascinated by what was being done with her, as he had heard numerous stories about other girls being milked and harvested from other parties for storage and usage for the involved. He had no idea how long they would keep the girl and he together, but he would do what he could to help her survive this evening, no matter what happened to him.
The sound of a door opening from over to his left, caught his attention, along with the collective inhaling of all the workers in the room. He wondered what it meant, and then shivered as the accented sound of the Mistress's voice filled the air, asking questions and commenting in that sweet Australian voice of Hers that held as much strength in her vocal chords as it did seduction. He knew from what he had seen of Her in the Club and what he had seen watching Her supervise the tests and trials that he and Sophie had been subjected to.
The energy of the room seemed to take on a whole new level of intensity as She began to inspect the room. He felt his eyes blinking rapidly as he adjusted to this new form of blindfold and wondered where the idea originated. The lens would have to be so generic that it would not interfere with the vision of the slave, yet cover the lens sufficiently to make sure that no vision was possible from the person who wore them.
His ears strained to listen for all the information he could garner from the various conversations that were going on. He heard the calm tones of the Mistress as She asked her questions and sensed the nervousness in the answers of the Chef, Marcus and the nurse as well. He knew that he had been taken into a far darker level of the club that his friends had no knowledge of. He did not know how the Club would handle his friends asking about him when the Club closed down for the day, and he wondered when that might happen.
As the noise and chatter moved closer to where he and Sophie were staked out and plated up amidst the food that draped each slave's body, he heard the quiet controlled power of the Mistress and the nervous softness of the nurse who was explaining what she had injected into both of them. The moans from Sophie grew louder and he assumed it was because the Mistress was checking out the work of the crew. He took a deep breath as the sound of her Voice and the scent that he was picking up from the Mistress now filled his senses with the seductive power that She wore with ease as She did the amazing dress he had seen Her wearing when She entered the Club earlier that night.
Her scent in his nostrils took him back mentally to earlier in the evening before all this had happened and he was chained to the pillar in the club, wondering where the night would lead him before his friends came back for him and they all headed back home. He took as deep a breath of air as his O ring ball gag would allow him and had almost lost himself in the memory, when a low growl, mixed with anger and fear flooded the room.
The sound snapped him out of his drugged state of consciousness as he heard the Mistress fire off her questions and the nervous and confused sound of the nurse's voice struggle to answer Her. He strained to hear the answers, and felt the stillness in the room as the Mistress sought an explanation from the nurse who was gasping for air as she struggled to answer the Mistress. He heard to voice of Marcus near the women, asking the Mistress to please released the nurse as the guests were almost ready to join them.
"The Blood will tell," he heard the Mistress say and then a gasp and soft sigh from the nurse filled his ears as he tried to figure out what was happening right beside him. The room was still with the exception of the drama happening near him, the low growl of the Mistress, the whimpering sounds coming from the nurse, playing over the background sounds of the milking machine pumping and sucking some virginal milk from the French cow/slave known as Sophie. He had no idea what was happening, all he could tell is that the moans were growing weaker and shifting tone from fearful to happy, and the growl and sucking sound he heard also changed the timber of it's sound, going from an angry and fearful growl to a cold determined sucking sound as the Mistress continued to feed on the blood of the hapless nurse, trapped in the grip of the Mistress who was feeding on her throat and draining her of her life energy and taking it into Her body.
His mind reeled as he tried to picture what was happening with the Mistress and the nurse, and he heard to concern and urgency in Marcus's voice who was trying to remind the Mistress of Her guests that would be there in moments, and the low snarl that was replaced by the continued sucking sounds and moaning from the girl who was sounding as if she was being pleasured like she had never before experienced in her life. He heard a soft pop and a deep sigh from the Mistress as She withdrew her fangs from the girl's throat and sighed a contented sigh as She licked her lips and held the girl close to her. "My dear," came the soft voice, rippling now with new energy from having fed on the nurse, "the blood spoke true, you have no idea of what you have uncovered, but you have become a security risk to me and that just can't be." She caressed the girl's cheek as the girl moaned softly, trying to speak, but weak and almost unconscious from the loss of blood. "It's not personal, trust me," said the Mistress who placed one last kiss on the girl's lips, and then standing straight, She quickly twisted the neck of the girl quickly, and let the now dead body drop to the floor.
He gasped into his gag as he heard Marcus step forward and speak with the Mistress. Her voice was cool, commanding and calm as She instructed him to make sure the body was disposed of in the usual manner and that the carcass was stored in the unit until it could be harvested for parts that would fill a need in the kitchen or wherever else the Club might find a use for the remains. She turned and left as Marcus signaled the cleanup crew to remove the body and the blood and make sure the place was spotless before the Mistress returned with Her guests.
The noise of the room heaving a collective sigh, and then a major breakout of conversations from all over the place, filled his ears as his mind went reeling from the ramifications of what felt had just happened. He sunk back on the table as Marcus issued the instructions to the cleanup crew over how to handle the body and where it should wind up before it was harvested for any meat or organs or remaining fluids that could be of use to the club and the clan. He had known over the years how dark the lifestyle could get, but he never dreamed that this level of force existed and controlled and dominated the action. These people played for keeps and it was 24/7 total power exchange, they scouted and captured people here for new lives in the slavery rings that were operating all over the world, and he realized that his friends had no idea about the true power behind this Club and that although the girl may have been hired as a waitress for the club, she now was nothing more then a cow fit for milking for the pleasure of the one that owned her and him. If the Mistress was capable of draining and killing the nurse, he knew that to try and do anything other then obey and stay alive, would be a foolish possibly fatal thing for him to do.
Before long he heard the voice of Marcus fill the room with the warning that there was just 5 minutes before the Mistress and Her guests would be there and the mess best be cleared up, the chairs and table set up and the food and slave meat set up for the party or else. He felt the energy of the room kick it up a notch at that warning, all had seen what had happened to the nurse for her mistake earlier in the evening. He felt his tray being wheeled into place and the wheels locked in. He took a deep breath and steadied himself for what was about to happen.
As the doors to the reception room opened up, he was aware of a large group of people entering the room and yet still he could hear the voice of the Mistress though out all the clutter of conversation. He felt some last minute adjustments being made with the seafood and sushi draped across his body as the Mistress. The applause and comments about the food and the way it was displayed, he heard several different voices commenting on how someone else would look strapped down to the table like he and the girl were. He sensed the crowd begin to filter around them both and the chatter and sensory overload from the many colognes and fragrances flooded his senses.
The food continued to be taken from his body and he kept hearing comments and innuendos about what would be done with him if they could have him booked for one of their occasions. He moaned as he felt his cock being jerked off again and the awareness of the aches and pains that were now a part of him, worked their way towards his consciousness. He knew he wanted to come, but he was not in a position where he could achieve that and groaned again and again as they toyed and teased with him, swatting him, groping him and mocking him as the beast part of the beauty and beast dinner show the Mistress was entertaining them with.
His face reddened at the teasing words, he knew his body and to have it served up like this, totally nude, all hair from neck down removed, and then used as a canvass for a food display shocked and humiliated him as he found himself in the darkest scene he had ever been a part of and he did not know where the end of the tunnel for he and the girl was, if there even was one for them after this night was all said and done.
He heard Marcus's voice in his ear, whispering instructions to him and alerting him that 3 people were coming over to look him over and that he best behave. The boy wondered how he could misbehave strapped into place as he was and still immobilized by the medications, although the level of feeling and awareness was returning to a better state of normalcy then earlier in the evening. He took a deep breath as he heard the Woman's voice calling out to her people, Dimitri and Elena.
He felt a pair of Man's hands take his head and position his head on the table and then lean it over the edge to where his mouth was more in line with where the Man wanted it to be. He felt a set of wet lips cover his cock and shaft and begin to suck on his swollen sex. He moaned in a combination of pleasure and pain as his shaft was swollen and sensitive from the leather restraint strapped around his cock and balls and the whole organ was sensitive to the slightest contact.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down told him, his time was near as he heard their Boss instructing both Dimitri and Elena as to where they were to be, it seemed the girl was to eat out her Boss while the man was to test the boy as to how well he could serve from that position. He lay there, tears welling in his eyes, as he felt the head of Dimitri's cock slip through the O ring and into his mouth and knowing what he must do, he began to swirl his tongue around it and suck on the shaft as Dimitri worked to find a steady pace to fuck the boy's mouth while his partner knelt beneath the slave and fed off their Boss who had been one of the winning studios in tonight's game.
He feels the cock grow in his mouth as he services the Man, and he hears the sounds of lust from the other end of the table as The studio rep is sucking hard on his cock and dragging her teeth along the sides, and nibbling at the swollen head, causing him to suck harder on the cock sliding in and out of his mouth. A loud shot from the front of the room startled the four as they focus on what the Mistress is saying.
As the Mistress announces the fates of the losing teams from the 7 other studios, Karla, the rep from Lionsgate looked up in amazement at what had nearly been their fate. She watched as the others were stripped and separated, and She stopped pleasing herself on the slave cock on the table, but with a nod to the girl kneeling before her, motioned for elena to continue serving her with that talented tongue of hers and moaned softly as the aid resumed sucking and feeding on the Rep's pussy.
She also nodded to Dimitri who slid his hard cock back into the slave's mouth for more service as they listened to what else the Mistress was saying about the evening and the futures of some of their former friends and collegues. The slave began sucking again on the cock being slid in and out of his mouth. He always knew that when he wore collar, anything was game, and now that the game had taken on a darker and deeper real time life of it's own, he knew that good service kept him alive and with a chance to figure out how to escape, while being a problem, could have major repercussions on any life where he was in charge, so swallowing as best he could, air between the thrusts of the aid, he continued to suck cock, while he felt a hand on his shaft stroking him and keeping him hard and wanting, but not close of enough to release, to ease the aching pain in his swollen balls.
The Mistress continued to talk about the special drink shared at the end of the action, as the losers went on to their new lives in rehab or slavery, and The winners thanked the fates they believed in that they had survived this round and could reap in the benefits of the victory. She saw the group from Lionsgate around the male and for a moment Her fear flared, but as Marcus moved to clear them from the table are, She relaxed and began to explain the special way the Bloody Mary's were fixed for She and Her guests.
Karla and her aides, gathered themselves together, Karla intrigued by what She had heard the Mistress say, and amazed at the Power the woman had and it explained a lot about the steady turnover all studios had in certain developmental departments. She felt a rush of success flood her body, that had been cranked up a notch by the games, the presentation and the food and fun they had taken off the slaves on the table. She saw the satisfied look on Elena's face as a sign She had fed well, and Dimitri's cock was still stiff and hard which means that the boy's mouth along with the Mistress's words had managed to keep him excited as well.
The Mistress nodded to the bartender who pulled out the usual ingredients for a Bloody Mary drink. She then began to stroke the boy's cock and the girl's pussy as Her staff stood by with the equipment used to gather the final ingredients for Her Celebration Cocktail. She growled softly as She reached into the souls of Her slaves and found the core of each of their needs and said softly, "Now", and with that, both slaves arched in their restraints and began to release the pent up orgasms.
The juices from the girl and boy were both collected in vials and handed over to the bartender who promptly began to mix the fluids into the Bloody Mary pitcher as the crowd watched in astonishment. Then as the Mistress continued to describe what made her Bloody Mary so special, She reached for the swollen labia of the girl and leaned in and lowered her fangs and bit into the girl's lower lip. A loud cry slipped through the gagged girl's mouth as The Mistress began to suck on the pierced skin and reached for a vial. When She withdrew her fang from the flesh, the fresh blood oozed out into the vial and kept flowing until it had reached the marker with which She plopped the stopper in and handed it to the aide.
She moved over to the boy and smiled as She saw how hard he was, how his chest was speckled with wax from the candles that had been mounted on the nipple clamps he had worn tonight. She reached for his scrotum and squeezed up on it, pushing it up the shaft and constricting the blood flow, making the veins swell as She moved in and hissed softly across his loins. The room had grown quiet as if not even there as the Mistress scented and savored how close She was to tasting something that could change the balance of power for ever if he tested as She felt he would. She sighed and dove in and her fangs sunk into the skin and caused him to erupt and groan in his shackles as Her fangs reached in for and found a bloodstream and She sucked it back out towards the waiting vial.
The first taste of his blood, thrilled her with a richness and bouquet that She had never before in all her years encountered. She growled in pleasure at how it felt slipping down Her throat. She wanted to suck on him until She drained him of what She was sure was the pureblood inside him, but at a soft clearing of his throat from Marcus, She remembered where She was and what was being done. So after taking one last sip from him after hadning off the vial, She stepped back and felt unusally lightheaded as She motioned for the milk buckets that had been weaned from the French cow, be added into shot glasses while the blood was being mixed along with the body juices into the Bloody Mary pitcher that would serve them all.
She staggered a bit as She backed away from the boy, but Marcus was there and guided Her to Her chair and as She sat down. She felt a buzz throughout Her body and wondered if that was the impact of his blood in her veins. She smiled as She looked over the winners and losers, the new slaves to be trained and traded, and the winners who would become Her allies and pawns
She looked over the nude slave meat and rehab losers and toasted them off to oblivion, most of them She would never see again and that was just as well, they were now merchandise to be used for the Club and Clan. She wanted to work on getting the trio of reps marked and placed in their studios and their aides adapted to their new roles as well. So She toasted the Winners and their aides and sent them off to their special event and promised to be in touch soon.
She sagged back in Her chair, still lightheaded from the drink and the small strain of his blood She had drawn for the Bloody Mary. She had to move this to a more secure place, so She left instructions with Marcus and headed out the door. Marcus nodded and turned to the clean up team. "All right people," time to get the place cleaned back up, the fresh slave meat on the way and the Winners and their crew decked and dressed for the day to come. Someone make sure the cow gets unhooked from the machines and placed in her stable for the night.
The Mistress wants the boy chained and secured in Her quarters for now."
"Ooooooooh," came the collective sound from the crew there. They all knew what that meant. The boy strained his ears to hear more, as he felt the table wheels being unlocked and set into motion. "Time for the Lady to have some quiet time with you mate" Marcus said as he pushed the tray out the door and into the servants elevator and pushed the bottom button to take them both down to where She was changing, resting and preparing for Her own special dessert being wheeled to her as is, ready to give Her the answers She sought from him.
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Chapter Eighteen
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Posted:Jul 28, 2023 4:57 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2023 10:51 am 3922 Views
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She checked herself in the eyes of her first girl Deborah, who was going to meet the guests out in the club lounge and bring them back for the meeting and smiled as She liked the look reflected in her girl's eyes. "Don't worry Mistress," replied the happy girl, "You look lovely as always, and will dazzle them again with your beauty as well as your skills for the deal." The Mistress smiled as She adjusted the girl's dress to flash the skin She wanted shown, since She knew a sexy woman could be a pleasing diversion to most of the humans, weakening their minds and making them more susceptible to manipulation.
She kisseed her pet softly and sent her on her way with one of the Club bodyguards to guide them through the stream of bodies flowing in and out of the dance floor. As the doors closed behind her, She went over to the balcony and opened up the doors to look over the scene. The noise and scents of all the humans below her, rushed over her and she felt a low growl slip her lips as her fangs flashed at the sight of such meat and donor sources. If She didn't have the two being brought up as food treats for this meeting, she would love to go back and hunt more, but with the chance of having a major source of Pureblood fall into her hands, She would not risk losing him and would complete her intial tests here before taking both slaves back to the west Coast Den where She knew security as top-notch and the managed disposal of any legal records of the two slaves could be worked on from the IT centers there.
The guests She would be hosting were lifestyle fans, so they knew of her work, both professionally and they had comissioned her for some adult themed private sessions as well, so She knew they would enjoy how the snacks and food were being presented, but none of them knew of her True bloodline, as Vampires worked best in the shadows, and darkness, taking what was needed as they staged various turf wars with other clans or fought battles with roving packs of werewolves that would seek to feed or encrouch on Vampire territory. She knew they were here to pitch her on ideas for new campaigns for some of the major motion pictures that would need marketing and She was known in the industry as one of the best around.
Yet as She practiced honing her senses to tune in on an indivigual scent, or thought pattern, She felt her mind drift back to the first time She realized that there was something different in this human, by finding one who could meet her eye and cause her to look away. The excitement at how well both he and the french slut endured the playtime in the dungeon and the wonder of what could be hers if he turned out to be a source of the legendary Pureblood that Vampires would give all for, to secure the healing powers of such a bloodline.
She heard a tap at the door and with a reluctant sigh, turned back from the glass, sliding it shut to dampen the noise of the revelers out on the floor and turned to see Marcus standing at attention, his eyes lowered till her heard her speak."Ah my dear Marcus," Her voice caressed his ears and soul like few ever had. She could always excite his body just by the sound of that voice She used on him. When She toned her pitch just right, he knew he would refuse her nothing. He took a deep breath and loked up. "Per your wishes Maam, the two meat bags have been throughly prepared and striped and plated with Food for You and your guests, and the Head Chef and the attending nurse are in the lounge, securing the trays of food before your guests arrive."
"Well done Marcus," her low velvet voice felt like smooth butter on his ears. "What would I do without you when I come to the States for business and pleasure." She strode past him, caressing his cheek softly and feeling the tingle of her touch on his skin, pull a deep breath of pleasure from her top Security Guard. She entered the lounge area and studied the room, the lighting and took a deep breath of air to mark the aromatic appeal of the room and to adjust her body chemistry scent to maximize it. She looked over to the corner area where the two trays were positioned and locked into place. She smiled as She saw the girl on her belly, and the man on his back. She enjoyed the candles affixed to each one and knew the dripping wax would artistically add color and pain to her slaves as they laid in place, to please and be used a source to please the hunger of She and her guests, from the food draped across their bodies, to the sexual access that both were displayed at to be used at will.
She could sense the fear and fatigue in the girl, as the steady pumping sounds of the milking machine began to extract the milk from the French cow, and She also felt the girl's body, still responsive and wet after all that had been done to her. "Amazing," the Mistress thought, "maybe there is more to this slut then I first thought, she might well be worth keeping for private showings and feedings to some of my closest allies at clan gatherings at my place." She smacked the girl's ass and heard the muffled yelp from behind the gag as the wax splattered across the girl's ass from the candle that was lit and showing the foods that had been draped across her body. She listened somewhat to the explanations of how the table was plated and prepared as the Master Chef explained the choices of meats and cheeses used on the girl, and then the Nurse then stepped in to explain how the medical treatment had been done to maintain quality control of the slave as they prepared her for plating and the milking process.
The Mistress had heard these explanations before, and She did like to see her staff take their work seriously, but tonight, She was nervous and on edge because of the male. She had to know for sure that this was the Pureblood she felt was coursing through his veins. She also knew that the talents and skills his blood gave him, he could not possibly know the depths of it yet, but even in his untrained ways, She felt the power of that blood and how it could even affect Her if She let herself be trapped in the gaze of those hazel eyes of his. She nodded as the staff continued to explain how the two had been prepared per her instructions and She heard the moans of pain and the sounds of the milking machine, drain the French cow of her milk, that would be part of the drinks tonight. She always liked to make sure a round of shot glasses were loaded with slave milk before any meeting was finished. Someetimes She let her guests see where their special drinks came from, sometimes She kept it as a private joke, but since this place was a unique club for the Humans anyways, She knew that what She did let others see would not freak them out, since most of the Humans who came to this Club and others like it around the World, liked exploring the darker side of their Sexual drives, and if it came at the expense of others..."ce La vie."
The inspection moved over to where the male lay strapped into place. His cock and balls bound and his shaft swollen and head colored form the pressure of the restraints and the effects of the medication. She nodded as she once again heard the Master Chef expalin the various cuts of seafood and sushi used to drape over the bigger body, yet leave him accessible for what play She and her guests would wish. She ran her hand along the male's leg and felt the smooth skin, a pleased smile flashed across her lips as She felt the smooth skin. She did not like to have hairy food served for She and her guests, so She was pleased to see that the 2 slaves had been denuded properly. She raked her fingernails along side his inner thigh and her fangs flashed with desire as She heard a groan slip from his lips and his leg trembled and the goosebumps flared at her touch. She smiled as the dark leather of the restraints showed off the tan skin of the balls and cock, swollen and colored from the constriction of the leathers wrapped around the hard member, medically enhanced to stay hard fo the evening. The hunger to feed on him and confirm her suspicions of him flared brighter as She saw him bound and accessible as he was.
She heard the Nurse explain what had been done to prepare the male for plating and serving and the medications applied to make sure he stayed hard and aware during the evening, even though his body would not obey the signals from his Brain. She had done the studies of the drugs they used and their effects on the Humans when they first began capturing and serving up the humans during the playtimes at this place and others around the world. The humans overall did not have the ability to endure as the Clan did, so oftimes, medicines were used to extract the most endurance and energy and reactions out of the humans before they were consumed or shipped of to their new destiny as slaves to the Clans.
The Nurse was winding down her report, when The Mistress saw a glimmer of red coming from the head of the male's swollen cock. A sharp angry hiss slipped her lips as everyone in the room froze while the Mistress moved closer to see what had caught her eye. She moved in closer as the room stood wondering what had triggered her anger. She moved closer to where the drop of red glistened near the eye on the head. She sniffed the air for the scent of blood, amidst all the other scents of the food and candles and humans that flooded the room.
Marcus went on alert when he heard the hiss and saw the fire in the eyes of the Mistress, moving his people into place to seal off the exits. It was as much to keep people in as to keep Her from taking the anger out of the room and onto others She might meet along the way. He had not heard a hiss like that in awhile, but knew that when it flew, something was going down and it could be messy. He kept his eyes on the Mistress as he moved the Chef and Nurse off to the side, so that they would not get in the way of what the Mistress was seeking information on.
She could not believe the rush of anger flooding her as She inspected the male. All slaves were fair game to be used by staff for pleasure as they were being rotated through the system, it was one of the perks and a way of breaking down the resistance of the new slaves, getting them used to their new role as slaves to any and all who they were assigned to. But She had left specific instructions that no blood was to be drawn from this one unless She was aware of it. She did not want to risk others discovering that She might have the best supply of Pureblood that had been seen for ages in this strange male with the eyes that could reach into the darkest depths and touch a heart that had stopped beating hundreds of years before.
The light of the room flickered off that small drop of red near the crown of the male's stiff cock. The swelling and discoloration from the leather and the medications, along with the strained breathing She heard from him, took the edge of her anger as She allowed herself to enjoy the sight of him suffering. She looked closer and around the fluid, She saw a circle of red. She snapped up straight as if She had been stabbed in the heart, and moved back into see. She felt a low growl slip her lips as She tasted the fluid and felt a mixture of anger and relief flood her soul.
The fluid was pre-cum from his cock, and the red was lipstick from where his cock had been kissed. A cold wave of anger swept her being as She tuned her senses into what She had found and She dealt with the emotions that had been triggered in her heart from this scare. This was not a way She normally felt when meat was brought up and used as a table for display and amusement when She had guests. But the thought that this discovery might be lost to her because of someone's carelessness chilled her to the depths of her dark soul.
She turned and unleashed a intense stare at the Nurse who dropped to her knees and began to talk, although the Mistress was not interested in anything She might hear from the girl. She moved in close and pulled the girl up off her knees and bared the girl's neck to her fangs as She hissed softly. "There is one way for sure for me to know of your guilt or innocence ," She smelled the fear in the nurse as She slowly raised the girl off her feet while She began to feel the bloodlust within her call out for answers. "The blood knows all girl, and it will not lie to me as humans would." With that She sank her fangs into the girl's neck and began to feed as the girl's mouth opened wide in shock and a moan slipped the nurse's lips as she was held off the floor by an angry Mistress, who was feeding on her and learning through the draining of the girl's blood, what had happened and the girl's feelings at the time.
As the Mistress sank her fangs into the startled girl's neck, Marcus quickly moved his staff into action. He knew that there would be clean up needed before The anger was sated and he was not certain if he would need to alert the medical unit or the kitchen to alert them to some new meat for the freezer. He quickly checked on the 2 slaves on the tables and moved them away from the on going drama as the nurse struggled to breath. Her hands grasped at the arm of the Mistress who held her off the floor, her eyes open in horror as she felt the fangs pierce her throat and begin draining the blood from her vein there. She also moaned as the bite also stirred her body and she felt the heat of her sex flare as the Mistress continued to feed on her.
Marcus moved as close as he dared, one did not just jump into the middle of an Angry Vampire feeding on a body, unless they wished those fangs and anger turned in their direction. Marcus was no fool, so he stopped at a distance and spokie out. "My Mistress, Please lower her to her feet so she can breath as you feed on her. You will learn more if she is conscious as opposed to passing out from the loss of blood." After having said that and hearing an angry growl, he stopped and wondered if he should have the VIP group delayed while this moment played itself out. It was not good for business to show his Mistress in a feeding frenzy, and he knew that if She was not sated by what she learned from the girl's blood, others might wind up giving more to the cause then was needed.
She held the girl off her feet with her left arm as she bared the girl's neck and sank her fangs into the flesh. The blend of anger and fear of discovering the pureblood had triggered a reaction from her that overwhelmed her and caused her to lash out at the girl in this manner. As she fed on the girl's blood, the memories of that the girl had been doing, bubbled to the surface as She fed on her. She could "see" through the girl's eyes as she prepared the two slaves for feeding, and her senses, now more attuned to the nurse, could also feel what the girl was feeling as she was preparing the slaves earlier in the evening.
The Nurse moaned softly as she grew weak from the loss of blood, but felt the heat of her body flare from her sweet spot up as she struggled for breath. The rest of the room seemed trapped in a time warp as they watched the scene unfold between the Mistress and the nurse who's eyes had closed and her breathing had become shallow and labored as The Vampire continued to drink and quench her thrist with all the blood She was pulling from the vein there. The back beat of the breast pumps providing a macabre rhythm to the feeding and sexual rush that was flashing on the face of both the Women involved in this most intimate exchange of self and soul.
Marcus knew that at that rate, the girl was not long for this world, and the VIP's were to be arriving soon for the meeting with the Mistress and the sampling of the slaves and food. He took a deep breath, crossed himself and moved closer to once again seek to reach his Mistress and pull her back from this feeding frenzy she had unleashed on the weakening nurse. He knew that when She was feeding, She was aware of what was going on around her, but the blood also met a need in her and since She had not really fed since arriving from down under, he had not tried to intervene. Any staff memeber foolish enough to draw the anger of the Mistress, well, they deserved what came their way, but if the Human Guests found his Mistress feeding like this, it would cause more troubles that would complicate his life and possibly draw her anger towards him for not having her back when she was focused on feeding and vulernable because of the literal connection that now existed between She and her food source. Fortunatly, he had sent an aide to warn Dancer to take the scenic route and then wait in the outer room, since he was unsure as to what kind of cleanup crew would be needed.
The fear and anger that led her to sink her fangs into the nurse had been slowly sated by the blood she drew from the quivering body in her arms. She had not properly fed since the plane had landed in the states. She also knew how close she had come to ripping out the girl's neck with her fangs when She felt the pureblood discovery at risk. As it was, She had enough control to use her lower fangs to immobalize the nurse's body as her primary fangs sank into the main vein and began to draw the life giving blood and the information She had to know, into her body. Her hand on the back of the girl's neck as She turned her feeding from primal to sexual, She used her other hand to quickly shred the uniform from the Nurse's weakening body as She let her hand begin to caress and explore the girl's body, stimulating the sexual parts of the girl, before she lost conscisouness and was unable to provide any more answers to the Mistress.
When She fed, She was usually alone with her donor, so her primary senses were focused on the feeding and draining of the food source. The variable into when and how she fed started with if the food source was voluntary or predatory. If She was bringing new people across and into the clan, that was one thing, if She had been hunting for blood, for whatever reason, her style got as rough as was called for. The Nurse had been lucky, She was getting the soft touch as she was giving her life over to the Mistress in atonement for her actions. The Vampire felt her eyes roll back into her head as She was almost content with what she had found and the girl's blood certainly calmed a raging in her body. So when Marcus approached her the second time, to seek to speak to her, She did not lash out in anger at being interupted. Good help was so hard to find, and If one could not control their feeding frenzy in a time of need, they had no business getting involved in the politicis of the clan.
She felt the pulse of the nurse dropping to low levels, almost beyond her ability to sense, as she let her fingers play with the girl's body to finish off the meal on a sexual bent. She nodded to Marcus that she was aware of what he was saying and paused before She answered his question as to what was to be done with the Nurse. She softly kissed the neck of the girl and sucked softly on the two holes in the skin that showed only small drops of blood pulsing through as the sexual orgasm She was triggering in the girl, reached for what life the body had left in it. A slow contented purr slipped her lips as She gave instructions to Marcus.
"Make sure you find some of the new style contact lenses and put them in the male. I do not want anyone to get pulled into those hazel orbs of his." Marcuse nodded his ujnderstanding as he too had been pulled into those eyes and felt himself losing control of his will when he had inspected the slaves. "I will make sure the lens, are the ones that block him from seeing out, but allow him to be fully inspected and enjoyed Maam," came the firm reply as he waited to see what would happen next.
A long gasp of pain slipped from the lips of the nurse as she felt the beginnings of the Orgasam that The Mistress had ignited in her as She shifted gears from feeding off the girl and having her fluids milked and collected as an after dinner drink. The Mistress smiled as She looked into the fading eyes of the girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. As the blackness grew around the edges of the Nurse's vision, She saw the face of the Mistress and heard the soft voice pierce the darkness that reached out to claim her. "You are a tasty treat indeed little one, and you have served me well with your blood, so I hope this pleasure my touch has brought to your body is something that will please you well. I will regret not seeing your face amongst my staff, you have done your job well, but circumstances have developed which means your time in my employment must come to and end." She caressed the girl's cheek as She saw the girl seek to understand what was being said, although her body now was tired from the blood loss and buzzed from the sexual stimulation. She studied the luscious lips of her Mistress as fate came to claim her.
"You're fired," came the words of the Mistress as She quickly took the girl's head in her hands and gave a quick snap back and forth. The eyes of the nurse opened wide as the bones in he neck were snapped by the force of the hands and she sagged to the floor, dead before she hit the ground as the last waves of blood and fluid drained from her body and onto the floor around her. The Mistress stepped over the body and found a comb and ran it through her hair as She sought to pull herself together for what was to come next. "Marcus," she said, as the room came back to life in the wake of the death of the nurse. "Make sure the kitchen knows a fresh supply of meat is now available for the menu, and make sure it is bound and hung in the coolers so the freshness of the meat is preserved. As he stepped forward and beckoned to some of the aids who began to roll out a tarp to move the body onto, and others came in for cleaning and disposing work. "It shall be done at once M'Lady," came back his calm and even response.
"Good," she said as She moved towards the special room where the guests had been diverted to. "It is time for us to welcome our Guests and do business and share some treats with them while they are in our Home people," her voice reached out and caressed all the souls of those there who were doing their job. "Let's get this place ready people, after all....Dinner is Served!"
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Chapter Twenty Eight
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Posted:Sep 14, 2023 4:57 am
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2023 4:36 pm 5891 Views
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He stood there in the elevator cab, wondering what he would do if challenged by anyone who entered the car with him. He scuffed his foot along the cab floor and looked at the floors on the panel and wondered which one would be the safest to use. He did not think walking out the front door clad in this was the subtle way to try and escape this nightmare he had been sucked into almost 2 days ago. He felt his stomach rumble at how long he had gone without food and he knew he was thirsty too, so would need to see if he could find some kind of water fountain on one of the floors.
He could feel the thoughts and emotions of so many people that it almost overwhelmed him, but he found if he focused primarily on one thing at a time, the rest became a quiet noise that just rippled up and down his spine depending on how strong the emotions of the person were that he was picking up. He found part of his mind curious and trying to understand what he could now see and experience with these enhanced senses he had. But he knew one thing, they were kicking up one heck of a headache in the back of his skull.
He closed his eyes and just stood there and took deep breathes as the elevator began to rise and take him out from the hell he had just spent hours, or maybe days, of his life seeing things he had only heard about and being worked as hard in a dungeon scene as he had ever been worked, and then to be served up as a food platter. he growled softly as his body shuddered from all the hands that had felt him up while taking the food from off him and making comments about he and the girl. He leaned back against the cab wall and wondered who he would meet when the cab would stop at any of the floors between he and possible escape. He knew that the more people around him, the more white noise of their thoughts and emotions flooded his head, and when he worked hard to focus only on those in and around him personally, he could turn down the noise of the others and mainly hear what was going on around him.
He pulled his robe around him and tried to hug himself tight. The robe being so short rode up again and his cock and balls dangled freely, the cock firm because of his nerves and the balls tight and combined, it felt like he still had a harness of some kind strapped around them. He knew he had gotten in way over his head and had no idea of how this would all play out. He thought about the Mistress and as he did, he felt like he could sense where She was, back in Her suite, and he let his senses scan the room. He found Charity, still asleep and harnessed in place on the table where he had left her, and as he scanned the room and saw the doors that led to Her private quarters, he sensed the heartbeat of the girl She had taken with her, beating slowly and steadily, and felt no other activity happening, so it seemed both must have fallen asleep after whatever else had taken place between the Mistress and the French Maid.
He heard the ding as the elevator came to a halt and the door prepared to open. He took a deep breath and tried to mentally project "eyes front" to whoever was about to come in. He knew he did not have it in him for a full blown brawl, but maybe with some "smoke and mirrors" he might clear these hurdles as they jumped up in front of him. The doors opened as he looked down and stayed quiet, as three men from maintenance came into the elevator and looked for space to stand before the doors closed.
One moved to the back of the car and stood next to him, as the others settled in and hit the up button and the three began talking about the buzz in the club from over the weekend when the VIP hit the club and the ripple effect it had since then. he listened since they were right in front of him, but kept his eyes down and his ears opened as the cab continued to travel up.
He found that when he was not focused on something specific, it seemed like he was being bombarded by thoughts and emotions from not just those in front of him in the cab, but from multiple sources. Some were stronger, some weaker, but all combined served to act like a white noise that grated on his nerves. He knew he was both mentally and physically drained from the past 24-36 hours, he shook his head and sighed softly, he had totally lost track of time, but even as he rode up in the cab, his mind was back down in the Suite remembering how the Mistress had swarmed all over him, and flogged him well across his back and ass and the Lust and Desire he saw in Her eyes as She raked her fingernails all over his chest. He knew that Her marks were still showing on his body and that the robe such as it was, didn't hide much, the wrong movement and he would be exposing himself in more ways then one, and he had no idea how much time he had before they discovered he has escaped and would sound the alarm looking for him.
Meanwhile Marcus was conducting a quick and quiet search for the escaped slave, as he did not want to face the Mistress with the news that the male had somehow gotten free and was somewhere in the building looking for a way out. He shuddered thinking of the anger she would take out on the girl, for getting herself overpowered by a chained male slave and then he knew She would turn her attention to him, since he was head of Security and She had made it clear that this slave was more important then the usual collection of bodies that came and became part of the slaves that served the clan and club here, or were shipped out to serve and be used elsewhere. He did not want to use the house system, because he had no idea where the slave was, and to alert the club via normal channels would risk tipping off the place that there was an escaped slave and that information might fall in the ears of some of the Humans who were unaware of this realities of this club and that might draw more attention then The Club or the Mistress would want right now.
He stopped at his desk and checked the roster of who he had available to him. Who could he trust and who might be able to deal with the possible quirks that this slave seemed to possess. He knew he would have to review the tapes from the playroom to see how he managed to get undone and get the maid slave to take his place. He would have her ass on a spit because he knew She was involved in it somehow, and if the Mistress was really ticked, he would not be surprised if there was a new side of meat hanging in the freezer that the kitchen could wind up carving up and serving at some future date. He growled softly to himself as he wondered what the significance of the strange blood from the slave might mean. He hated working in the dark, but he also knew that sometimes his Mistress would play things close to the vest, when the stakes were high, and as he added the clues together, he shivered as he sensed that this was far bigger then anything the club had seen in a long long time. He paused as he came across the files of "The Dark Princess," and he paused to read up on her.
He knew She had been a World Class Athlete and her lusts for the dark side of sexual action had made her the object of many parties. She also would provide fresh meat to be served, and sometimes she was served up at the events too, so he knew the Mistress had a fancy for the one called Nastya. He picked up the phone and quickly called her and explained the situation and the need to keep things low key. The male was to be taken alive, with minimal damage, but he was not to be allowed to escape the club. He knew the lean toned Russian woman would bring her skills to the hunt and he knew of her Domme skills so he felt confident She could secure the escaped slave if She found him before Marcus did.
Meanwhile he headed out the office to begin the search, not knowing how much time he had before the Mistress discovered the problem and he knew he would rather be anywhere but in Her presence when he had to explain how the male had escaped their control. So he got up from the desk, headed out the door and set off for the elevator to begin a search from the bottom of the club up as Nastya started at club level and worked her way down, that way, between the two of them, they should be able to flush him out and recapture him.
The escaped slave stood in the back of the cab, he was relieved that the workmen had left on an earlier floor. They had not noticed him as he seemed to have been able to screen them from seeing him and his mind buzzed from the various inane comments and thoughts he picked up from their minds. He wasn't sure where the elevator would stop next, he knew he had to try and find the employee's lounge and see if he could work his way out by swiping an outfit from an employee that was already dressed for work and somewhere else in the club. He took a deep breath and felt more nude in the short robe he was wearing then if he was actually nude. He knew he would have to get the collar and wrist and ankle restraints cut off his body later, but as of the moment, his mind was more on escape from that Wild Woman who had sunk her fangs into his neck and to try and figure out what had happened to him since then.
He knew he would have to take his chances and leave the elevator soon. The cars were wired in reverse, with the floor numbers on the outside of the cab and the up and down indicators on the inside. The floors were labeled for the theme of the rooms that were on them and he had already been in the basement, that is where he got on this elevator when he sought his way out.
He looked up as the elevator came to a stop and with a ding the doors slid open and he looked out to see who was there, and stopped in his tracks when he saw who filled the hallway on the other side of the cab. His heart began to pound faster as he recognized the other person. As he saw the person look up at the opening of the elevator doors, he lowered his head and charged into the man.
Marcus groaned as he felt the body crash into him and he fell back in the hall as he sought to defend himself from the attack. Then he growled in delight as he looked down and realized it was the escaped slave and he had the chance to recapture him here and now.
The slave knew he had to try and beat Marcus here, but he knew he was not the fighter that Marcus was, since he had no training as a Bodyguard, but as he drove Marcus into the wall, he heard a grunt and the sound of a gun clatter on the floor as they struggled around the hall.
Marcus lifts a hard knee into the slave's belly and is pleased to hear a moan as the grip on him loosened. Marcus knew he needed some room to maneuver and be able to bring his training into play here as they wrestled around the hall, bouncing from one wall into the other.
The slave tried to throw a punch and Marcus blocked it and countered with a uppercut of his own, rocking the slave back on his feet and shaking his head as he tried to clear the cobwebs. Marcus moved in thinking this would be an easy and quick fight and then gasped as he felt his foot being yanked off the ground and he crashed against the wall on the other side of the hall.
He looked up surprised, and saw a similar glimpse of surprise on the slave's face, as if he didn't know how that had happened either. They both look at each other and Marcus lets a tight grin flood his face, he was going to take this slave down hard and make sure he was carted back to his cell and locked down hard. He saw the slave strip off the tatters of the short robe and take a deep breath as he readied for the next moment.
Marcus stepped in and faked a left handed punch and watched the slave weave out of the way and as he did, lashed out with a solid right hand to the slave's jaw, staggering him and forcing the slave to step back. He saw the glaze of the blow flood the slave's eyes and so stepped in and tried to throw a series of punches to keep the slave disoriented and off balance. But as he threw each punch he saw the other man throw up his arms and block one punch after the other as he moved back from the brunt of Marcus's attack.
Neither of them had expected this, Marcus wondered what other surprises this slave had in him as he looked down while getting up and felt a foot bury into his stomach as he fell back hard on the ground, the air knocked out of him as he looked up at the naked slave, sweat beginning to flow on his body as he shook his head in disbelief and moved in on Marcus. Marcus stoood up slowly and felt the drip of blood from his lip and let loose a low happy angry growl, it had been awhile since he had been in a good brawl and he was going to enjoy this, because he did not want to face the Mistress with the news he had lost this fight to this slave.
He lashed out with a hard left to the side of the slave's head and saw him stagger, he followed up with a swinging karate kick that landed in the slave's belly and pushed him hard into the opposite wall. He caught a quick breath and grabbed hold of the slave's arm and threw him across the hall into the other wall and slammed up against him, driving his weight into the slave and felt the gasp of air forced from the slave's lungs at the impact of the move.
As he moved in, he saw the slave reach for a nearby vase and seek to throw it at him. He ducked and landed a quick one two left right punch that staggered the slave and made him reel back. He saw the legs begin to wobble on the slave and moved into try and finish the fight. The slave, panting hard and trying to keep an eye on Marcus bit on another head fake as Marcus moved in and grabbed hold of the slave and kneed him in the stomach hard and then as the slave bent over, brought both his hands down as a single hard fist on the back of his head and the slave went down in a heap.
Marcus stood over the slave, breathing hard, as he looked up and down the hall to see the kind of damage left during their struggle. He looked down and saw the slave still lying on the floor, breathing hard but not moving from the two fisted sledge hammer blow he dropped down across the slave's back after the knee to the stomach. Marcus felt the sweat drip into his eyes and sting as he moved around the slave and kicked his feet apart and as he knelt down beside the slave, he reached for a set of handcuffs to secure the arms behind the slave's back.
He wanted to lock the cuffs on tight, because he was angry at the escape of the slave and angry that the fight took so long. He reached for his cell, seeking to call maintenance to get to this floor and begin cleaning it up, so that no one would know what had happened. He checked on the slave as he opened up the phone and began to talk to Nastya and let her know where they were and what was needed to be done.
As the slave heard Marcus giving instructions, he arched back and threw an elbow into the side of the Bodyguard and felt a shudder as his unexpected blow pushed Marcus off him and he spun over and pushed himself up and dove into Marcus and they began to wrestle around on the floor. The phone flew out of Marcus's hand as he rolled over with the slave on top of him, trying to block the punches that the slave was throwing at him.
The slave had been stunned and dropped by the knee and the blow to the back of the neck, yes, but as he lay there, he felt a surge of energy begin to boil inside of him as he felt Marcus moving his body around and calling for some help with the hallway and the plans to take him back to a cell and secure him tightly for transport to the training chambers on a farm that belonged to the Mistress.
He felt weary and aching all over from the fight, but as he heard Marcus talk, he felt a second wind as it were flowing through his body, an energy that he did not think he had, so he arched up and let instinct flow and attacked the startled Security Head and as Marcus hit the floor and his head bounced hard off the floor, the slave scrambled quickly over to the fallen man and straddled him and began punching him with numerous blows to the head and chest.
Marcus lay there trying to block the blows, and wondering how in the world the slave had recovered again. He could hear Nastya's voice on the speaker phone, but that had flown across the corridor and he was trying to buck the slave off him and seek to regain control of the situation. He too was stunned at the sudden recovery and attack and the energy and force he felt as the blows rained down on him. He blocked some of them, but other punches landed and kept him woozy as they struggled for control.
He felt his head being pulled up by the slave who growled at him and head butted him and at that, Marcus saw stars in his vision and he sagged back to the floor. He had never had a situation turn out like this and as he tried to shake his head clear of the fog and look for a way to the slave off him so he could regain control, he looked up and saw the slave growling again and baring his mouth as Fangs emerged from the slave's gums as he moved in on Marcus and sought to twist his head to the side so he could get at Marcus's throat.
Marcus's eyes widened as he saw the fangs emerge in the slave's mouth and he tried to break loose from the slave. But a well placed knee in his groin caused Marcus to fall back to the floor, pain flooding his body as he collapsed and felt the slave's growls intensify as the slave's eyes rolled back into his head and he moved closer to Marcus's exposed throat.
The grip on Marcus tightened as the slave moved in closer, the heated breath falling on the security guard's neck as he lay stunned and powerless as the slave moved in closer, seemingly ready to bite into his neck. Marcus's brain screamed out commands to his body, but found his body would not obey and he closed his eyes and stiffened as he braced for what was about to happen.
The slave leaned in, seeking the vein that he sensed beating rapidly in the bodyguard's throat. A strong urge to bite into the exposed throat racing through his system, creating feeling he had never experienced before. He smelled the fear on Marcus and the blend of the fear and the sight of the pulsing vein excited him as never before as he moved instinctively towards the carotid artery and took a deep breath ready to sink the fangs into the flesh.
Then he felt something click onto his collar and pull back on his head and he heard the click of a Gun as the safety was undone and the gun was pointed to the side of his head, and as his head cleared and his blood lust dimmed, he heard a female voice say, "Get your ass off of him slave, unless you'd like to get a 3rd hole the hard way." He growled as he was pulled off the prone bodyguard and as Marcus scrambled to his feet, they both looked up and saw a slender tall woman in a tight catsuit and heels, keeping a grip on the slave's leash as She tossed a set of handcuffs to Marcus.
"Your ass is mine now boy," she spoke in her accented Russian voice as She kept a gun trained on the slave. "Now get your ass down on the ground and put your hands behind your back." She jerked down on his leash as the slave looked at her and growled in frustration. She took the butt of her gun and hit him across the back of his neck and grinned as the slave fell sprawling on his face. She watched as Marcus moved into place and pulled the slave's hands behind his back and locked the cuffs on tight.
Marcus finished locking the cuffs on and groaned as he stood up, the pain of the fight still rippling through his body as he kicked the prone slave in the side and heard the groan of pain as his foot buried itself in the salve's body. "Your timing was exceptional Nastya," Marcus looked up and down the halls to see the damage done by their fight as he took a deep breath and tried to ignore the feelings of fear he had felt when he saw the fangs in the Slave's mouth moving in on his neck.
Nastya looked down on the slave who was laying quiet on the floor, cuffs tightly locked on his wrists behind him and sweat dripping from his body. She could see the marks from the fight and grinned as She saw Marcus kick him while he was down. She was amazed by how battered Marcus was and She thought she had seen some panic in his eyes as She moved in on them while they were struggling. She listened as Marcus gave her instructions as to where to take the slave and to make sure he was securely caged with 2 guards to be on him at all times.
"Not to worry lover," She said as Marcus pulled a bit gag from a side pocket and knelt beside the slave. "Open wide asshole," Marcus growled as he pulled back on the leash attached to the collar. The slave knew he his chance for the moment had come and gone and so he quickly opened his mouth and moaned as Marcus pulled the bitgag in tight and strapped it in back of the slave's neck.
He grinned at the sound of pain that came from the nude slave bound at their feet. He stood up and kicked the slave in the side again as he motioned for Nastya to come to him. They both smiled at the pain flashing across the slave's face and Nastya took Her stilleto heel and ground it into the slave's ass as She listened to Marcus.
"I'm going to report to the Mistress and hopefully she will not have learned that this one had somehow escaped from her room. Nastya's eyes widened in shock as She looked down on the slave and wondered how in the world he pulled that off. A level of respect for the slave now in her mind, she continued to listen to Marcus.
"I've got to get some cleanup people here, we will have to shut down the wing and repair it, but it is important that you get him locked away and under tight guard. Mistress has one staff member She will skin within an inch of her life for letting this one overcome her, and I do not want to be the one She turns her full anger on if this one gets away." Nastya stood there and studied them both. She had always found Marcus sexy and had envied the power of his position and how hot his body was. She looked over the rippled muscles that were drenched in sweat from the struggle and saw places she would love to provide some first aid for, but She pulled her thoughts back into line as he finished his orders.
"Not to worry Boss," She said as She stood there with her foot on the ass of the slave, her heel grinding once again into his ass cheek and She let out a low wicked laugh as She heard the slave moan. "Trust me," She said as She pulled the slave to his feet and took a tight grip on his leash. "I'll make sure his ass is locked away and secured for transport," She smiled as the slave stood up and She saw his manhood and how hard he was. "This one will be locked and stored and taught that he is the property of the Mistress and nothing is going to happen to him while he is under my care."
Marcus smiled at his aide and nodded, then turned and headed off to get some new clothes and get a crew on the floor to begin repairs. She pulled the slave close to Her and tilted his chin up so She could see into his eyes. She moved closer and whispered into his ear so he could hear every word.
"Ваша задница моя раб, приводить мне любую причину травмировать Вас, и я буду," She paused as She saw the confused look in his eyes. "That means Your ass is mine slave, give me any reason to hurt you and I will" She reached for his cock and balls and grabbed hold of them and squeezed hard. "Get it," She growled, he nodded back as he moaned into the bitgag. "Good," She said as She turned and headed off to a Staff elevator, keeping him on a tight leash as they entered the elevator, and the doors closed behind them as they headed elsewhere into the Club.
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Chapter Twenty Seven
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Posted:Aug 14, 2023 5:57 am
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He moved over to a closet searching for something to wear. He knew he could not be found out in the halls nude and unescorted. It would be a dead giveaway and he would be recaptured quickly. He was not sure how he had been able to convince the girl to undo his shackles, but he was never one to look a gift in the mouth. Although She was easy to look at and fit so good on his cock. He growled softly at how good the sex with her was and that it filled a hunger in him and revived him in a way he had never really felt after sex before. He was still trying to figure out why he could hear things and see things that he had not been aware of before.
He knew he would have to look for the answers later as he did not want to be around when the Mistress emerged from her room, and he didn't know when Marcus would be back, so he continued to look for something he could slip into. He looked back and saw Charity strapped in place, sleeping peacefully on the table where he was. He felt kind of sad as to what she might face when she was discovered, but he knew what they had planned for him and on the whole he'd rather be in Philadelphia as opposed to being strapped to that table.
As he moved out of the shower area, he found a closet door and saw towels and robes and knew that escaping slaves could not be too choosy as covering of any kind would make him look less like a slave, and maybe more of a or someone on staff. So he reached in for the biggest robe he could see and slipped it around him. He sighed as he wrapped it around him and saw it ended just below his ass cheeks, so knew that there would not be much modesty to this robe. He tied the sash and made his way towards the door, hoping that there were no alarms active that he might trip, but then remembering the 2 slave maids who had been sent into clean the room, he took a sigh of relief and moved closer to the door.
A flash of red light caught his eye and as he looked up, he saw where one of the room's cameras was perched. He resisted the urge to flip the camera off, as he did not have the time to try and dismantle the room's system, time was short and he was not sure of how he would make his way back to the Sunlight, but he knew that as alluring and as intoxicating as the Mistress was, there was something about her and the bite she had marked him with that spooked him deeply and made him seek to be elsewhere, for he didn't know how long he might be able to resist Her ways with him.
He left the room and shut the door behind him, looking each way to get an idea as to where he should go. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and felt his black lenses slip down over his pupils. He was beginning to think of this as his night vision eyes. It allowed him to see clearer in darker situations. He could also see the signs of where people had been from the heat of their bodies from the footprints on the carpet to the hand prints on the rail or desk.
He was not sure if he had to go up or down to find his way out of this crazy world he had fallen into, but he had to move, and change clothes later when the chance presented itself, wandering the streets of LA in this short robe was not good for one's health or dignity. He chuckled as he thought back over what a beating his dignity had taken since he entered the club. he didn't even know how long ago it had been since they had gotten here on Saturday night. He had no idea where Martyn and Sherry were, but he would cross that bridge once he had escaped here. He paused and thought about the French girl he had endured this night of horror with and was not sure where she was or how she was doing. He was not sure he could rescue her, and right now he wasn't sure how he was going to rescue himself. He moved to the right and down the hall to what looked like an elevator and wondered if there was a flight of stairs nearby as well. he wasn't sure if either would lead up or down, but he felt better thinking he had an option of what way to use.
He knew the elevator would be easier, but he also felt it would be monitored more and easier for them to trap him, but he also knew he did not like the idea of stairs in either direction. He tried to remember if he had seen multiple stories to this building when he arrived with his friends, and he knew that he had gone down into the depths of the club when they first took him into the dungeon playrooms. But after all that he had been taken through and had done to him, climaxed by the session with the Mistress in Her suite, he wasn't sure which way was up or down.
The new things he was feeling, the way his senses seemed to be seeing things on a different level then ever before, and the fact that he felt better then he should have after the hours of torture and torment that had been done to he and the French girl, were just a few of the things nagging in the back of his brain as he waited for the elevator to open. He wiggled his toes in the plush carpet of the hallway and hoped he could bluff his way out of any tough spot he might meet along the way. He had no idea where Sophie was, and if he could rescue her. Right now he wasn't sure how he was going to rescue himself, let alone anyone else he might meet along the way.
The ding of the elevator bell pulled him from his thoughts. He shivered as the door to the elevator opened, and he kept his head lowered till he could see if anyone was inside looking to come out. A quick look at the ground in front of him showed nobody in the car, so he took a deep breath and stepped in and as the doors slide shut behind him, he studied the panel for floors and an idea of how many floors this thing reached. He pressed the button for the floor underneath what seemed to be the lobby for the club. He was not ready to walk out into the main portion of the club in this mini robe that was barely covering his ass, and although his cock and balls had contracted due to the coolness of the air in the elevator, he knew that with the right heat, or situation, his lack of a jock strap would soon become noticeable, and in a place like this, could be viewed as an open invitation to games he was not ready to play after what he had already gone through. He took a deep breath and moved over to the side of the car and let the doors shut and said a prayer as he waited to see what he would find when the doors opened up at their next stop.
It had been a busy weekend for Marcus with the arrival of the Mistress on the red-eye flight and having to make sure enough hands were on deck to be ready for what meetings She would take here at the club while She was in town, and making sure those who were to be taken, were moved into the pipeline where they would be stripped of their identity on a private and public scale and sent off to their new roles as slaves who served the Mistress and the clan in locations not only here in the Southland but all over the world. He'd thought it would be a normal weekend to control, and yet, this time things were off track. He got to the lab and told the tech people that this was a rush order on the blood, as he handed the vial over and found a seat to sit back and rest while they began to run their tests.
He'd had no problem making sure the new slaves were stripped and prepped for the dinner party the Mistress threw for her Studio guests, and even had no problem disposing of the nurse's body after she had angered the Mistress. But something was wrong here, he could feel it, and he felt it had something to do with the male that had been brought in off of one of the display poles in the dance club on Saturday night. He had felt himself get lost in the eyes of the male slave and it rattled him still. He normally never had a problem dealing with the slave meat that were selected from the club's humans and captured for use by the clan. But this one somehow was different. He was glad to see the darkened contact lenses served as blindfolds as the lab had said they would. He was not sure what the Mistress saw in him, and after seeing Her trembling hand in Her suite as he came to take the vial for her, troubled him big time. He had never seen that kind of reaction from Her in all the years he had been in Her service.
He was tired as he waited in the office for the blood work to be done. He knew the maids would clean up the mess while She slept and the slave was not going anywhere. His crew had done a great job over the weekend with the unexpected work, and so he was going to treat them to some play time in the club rooms with the person of their choice, whether they wanted a slave or to be worked as one, his crew had earned the chance for some pleasure at the club, since normally they were at work and had to watch while others played. He himself was a Dominant, with one exception, he swore his loyalty to the Mistress, and belonged to Her, heart and soul. She had not taken him across yet, but he knew if the chance came, he would bare his neck for Her so he could continue to serve and protect Her. He knew that since She allowed him to command a crew that contained clan members as well as humans said She had a lot of confidence in him. He also knew that if he messed up, he would feel her full fury come down on him first and then the rest of his Crew. He had seen her dispose of the nurse with minimal effort because somehow the silly cow had messed up.
He didn't know how the girl had messed up, but part of his job was to clean up the mess, so he made sure the body was taken out to be drained and then harvested for all usable products before what was left made it's way into the freezer for storage until needed for a future menu at the club somewhere down the road. He walked over to the break room and poured himself a cup of coffee and savored the quiet moment. When the Mistress was in town, the club stayed at high alert notice while She was here. The Humans who served as the "face" of the club that dealt with the city and state, were some well known names, but He knew as well that if they mismanaged the club in anyway shape or form, He would be called to make sure the lesson was taught, and that meant some serious down time in a playroom for the errant person, and then some time in "rehab" recovering, for the outside world, while Clan Doctors and staff did any repairs that needed to be done to the disobedient human.
He supervised most sessions and sometimes became personally involved, but as he told the unfortunate ones, "hey, nothing Personal, but I have a job to do, and you have a lesson to learn about the Mistress and your role in serving her." He then made sure the lesson began and that there would be honest tears of repentance from the victim. He had been at his job long enough and had been trained by the Mistress well enough, that he knew BS when he heard it while the person was being punished, and he chuckled at the bribes offered him and the bodies offered to him if he would stop the session.
He would always chuckle and speak softly,"Listen, first, I have someone to answer to, that I do not want mad at me. Secondly, I have access to just about any body I could want to put my hands on, so I don't see sparing you for a shot at your body benefits me in anyway, since I already can do whatever I want with you, whether you like it or not. Finally, If I am not convinced you have learned your lesson and are ready to serve Her with Honor, I am cleared to ship you out to places that will make this seem like a 5 star Hotel, and make you disappear from sight for as long as I deem it needed. So face the music, accept your fate and if you suffer and endure well enough, maybe, you might be allowed to return to your life."
So he would get the job done, some moved back to their lives and walked the straight and narrow. The others, were reassigned, and dropped from sight and the public records, and found new lives as slaves to the clan in various places around the world. He had yet to have to take a parent from their family, since most of the humans hired were single, but he knew he would have to talk contingency plans with the Mistress for the day when a Father or Mother had to be taken out of the picture. Meanwhile, he remembered the Mistress had talked with him about giving him a human of his own, to train as a slave or pet, so he hoped he would get a chance to talk with Her about that before She left the area. Maybe he would ask to take the French slave as his own, he had seen how Sophie had looked on the Cross and how well she was milked during the Dinner and how well she took to ropes and collar. He smiled as he thought of having her chained and caged and trained to be his personal pet.
He checked his watch and saw that a couple of hours had gone by and the tech folks were still scurrying about in the back. He knew he should make his rounds, but She had told him to stay with the sample till the results were in and he would not disobey Her. So as he sensed something was out of line in the back lab, he put his coffee down and headed back to the lab area to see what the buzz was about. As he approached, the hairs on the back of his neck rose studying the body language of the people involved. They were unhappy and puzzled about something and he had to find out now.
He opened the door to the lab and was engulfed in a storm of sound as people were arguing over the results of the test. He paused to try and see what the heat was all over. He heard some say, it is impossible, the machine was broken or there was operator error, and the other side saying, the work had been checked and then double checked and the results stayed the same. Which then caused the others to throw their hands into the air and say it is impossible, there had to be some other explanation.
His hand hit the Counter hard and swept the coffee mugs off and sent them crashing to the floor. The noise startled the lab staff who turned and stared in amazement at the anger they saw on Marcus's face. "Sit down, shut the hell up and tell me what in the world is going on," he growled in a low, calm voice, cold and chilling to all who heard him. He waited and saw them settle down slowly, looking back and forth from him, to each other, to the paperwork on the desk back to him, but slowly the tension level of the room mellowed out. "Now, I want someone to stand up and for the rest of you to shut up, while they tell me what is all the ruckus over a simple blood test? All I wanted was the blood type of this donor, not a front seat for a geek wrestle mania."
A cute girl in her early 30's stood up and looked at Marcus. "Well Sir," she said," we took the vial that you brought to us and began our usual testing work for blood type per your request. We were not expecting anything out of the ordinary except for the blood to tell us what type it was so we could report back to you." Marcus nodded as he studied her and his brain kicked his awareness up a level at her words 'anything out of the ordinary,' and held up his hand to silence her report. "You said 'anything out of the ordinary?" "That's right Sir," she said, as heads all around the table nodded.
"So why all the static here," Marcus asked as he still could sense the frustration and confusion in all of the stressed bodies. He saw eyes glaring at others and the confusion in others and he was still no closer to an answer he could take back to the Mistress. The girl stiffened and pulled her lab jacket around her, and Marcus grinned softly as the robe hugged a very well defined body with plenty of curves in all the right places. ""Who knew geeks could be hot?" Marcus thought to himself as he looked up at her and nodded for her to continue.
"The problem is this Sir," she said as she looked over the lab reports one more time as if to will a different answer out of them. "The donor of this blood sample, is unique in all our years of blood work. He does not fall under any blood type we know the Humans to be." She stopped as she saw Marcus's back straighten stiff and his eyes fully focused on her and She trembled under his stare. "That seems to be impossible girl," Marcus growled in a low quiet voice that silenced the others all around the table as She trembled but struggled to meet his eyes. "I know Sir, and that is part of the debate that has been going on for the last hour. We repeated the test, we checked the equipment and still the results are the same. The Blood seems Pure, but it is unlike any blood we have seen from a human before."
A male staff member began to sputter his objections and Marcus just looked at him and glared. "I do not want to take a report back to the Mistress about what a petty group of She has working Her lab for Her. I Know you want to tell me what She is saying is impossible right?" The technician nodded without saying a word. "Do you have any theory that can explain why after checking all equipment and running multiple tests, you keep coming up with the same results?" "No Sir but," the man started to say. "But nothing fool, sit down," Marcus growled, as the tech took his seat and lowered his eyes.
"You people need to go dig up the clan history books and explore then, and see if someone has ever come across someone with a blood type that we can't classify." He watched as they looked back and forth at each other and he shook his head in disbelief. "I know most of you are clan, and you are aware of human science and technology, but don't tell me you had forgotten to explore your achieves to see if Vampires have come across this blood type before and what it means and is it of use to the clan."
He sat back as they began to bicker back and forth amongst themselves and his mind flashed back to the strange dealings he had with the new male slave She had found. The feeling that had washed over him when he found himself exchanges a look with the slave, and the relief that he felt slipping the contact lens blindfolds to reduce anyone else from having an encounter like he did. He also remembered the shake in the hand of the Mistress when he had come down to Her suite to pick up the vial from Her. The glazed look on Her face and the tremor in Her hand as She gave him the vial and the instructions to stay with it.
He stood and slapped the table hard to get their attention. As of this moment, let me remind you, this conversation and those results are now clan classified top secret. Any discussion of it out of these walls will put the guilty party in a lot of hot water. Trust me people," he paused to make eye contact with each one of them. "I have the tools and the knowledge to make your life a living hell if this story gets out, and trust me, I will." He paused and saw the effect ripple over the room and the group quieted. "Now some of you, run another set of tests on the equipment to make sure they are at top specs, get blood from some of the new slaves She acquired at the last Hollywood negotiation session, you should find several blood types from those blood suckers. The others, go to your archives and study the Clan history and medical books and see what you can find. I will be expecting a report by 1600 hours this afternoon, and you best have something for me. Dismissed!"
"I have to get back to the Mistress and alert Her to what is going on here. Since She has the mystery donor still secured in Her suite, we may need to wheel him up here for more tests on him, so you Einsteins can stop with the feuding and come up with some workable theories." He scrambled to his feet and headed for the door, he had to get to the Mistress and report the news and make sure the male was maintained in a secure setting until this mystery was solved. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he exited the room and headed for the elevator. "She knows something about him," he thought to himself, "I am not sure what has happened during Her time with him, but I am going to ask my questions and see if She will level with me as to what we are dealing with here. He hit his bluetooth and alerted his crew to be on stand bye, he wanted them to be ready to respond as soon as he figured out what was going on and what danger if any faced the Mistress and the clan. He stopped at the door to the elevators, pushed the down call button and began to think back over the past 18 hours or so, ever since the Mistress had taken two new slaves off the club floor and down into the playrooms for fun and feeding. "Human Blood that does not have a type? What if other clans hear about this," he thought, as the bell chimed and the doors opened and he stepped into the elevator.
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Chapter Twenty One
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Posted:Aug 4, 2023 5:10 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2023 5:14 pm 6097 Views
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The room grew quiet as the bartender began to assemble the ingredients needed for the usual Bloody Mary which was the drink of choice for the Mistress whenever Big deals were completed and it was time to move onto the next stage. Marcus led the losing studio reps off to the side and knelt them down and made sure they were chained and gagged and unable to move while the Mistress made ready the round of Bloody Mary's that She and the winners would toast in prior to the dismissal of the losing reps and aides who were being sent off to their new lives and identities as the cost for failing to win her endorsement of their pitches.
The Mistress moved between the two slaves who had been the Centerpieces for food and fun for the Group tonight. She ran her fingernails along the inner thighs of both bound slaves and felt their muscles ripple and shiver under Her embrace. "These two are new slaves of mine," She said as She addressed the group. "For you kiddies," She said as She nodded to the chained and naked aides split into male and female groups, "Your lives as you knew them ended when your Bosses failed to win my cooperation with your projects. My people have already been into the needed computers and have erased your identities from all government. Where you wind up and who owns you, is out of your hands, you will be renamed and placed where it is deemed best. Serve well and you may still have a life that provides some pleasures for you. Disobey your trainers here or your Masters or Mistresses outside of these walls, and your end will be slow and painful, of that I can promise you."
A stunned hush fell over the room as the seriousness of Her words fell on all who now knelt nude, chained and gagged. "She looked at the studio reps over in their corner. "For you seven, some special time in rehab has been booked for you, and your studios have already been alerted to that fact. If you wish to reclaim your lives with some guidelines intact, you will learn well your responsibilities as you undergo rehab. I can always find use for those who work for me, to take their place in the businesses I deal with. But trust me, if you fail in rehab, I have no problems with shipping you out to a fate worse then those of your aides may face if they seek to be disobedient slaves in their new locations."
Marcus grinned and hoped the cameras were focused on each of the groups as they heard of what was to become of them. He saw the shocked and nervous looks across the faces of the three studio reps and their aides who stepped back and gave the Mistress all the room She needed, thankful that they were still dressed and had their lives spared for another day. She then turned to the winners and smiled at them, a smile as cold as a Shark's as She nodded Her head to each of them. As for you good people, the reps will answer to me, and the aides will stay as special guests for training that will make them more valuable to me and to the studio heads who will test them out completely once their new programming has been trained into them. She let a small laugh slip Her lips as a noticeable sigh of relief fell from the female aids who had shifted in back of the men as if to use them as Shields from the Mistress.
She turned Her attention away from the others as She let her mental aura slip it's bonds and calm the Winners who would be staying with Her for the time being. She needed them to start feeling the control She now would wield as She marked each of them in a way that would allow them to hear her voice in their minds. For now the touch would be light and easy, accentuating the success of the pitches and planting code words that when used, would remind each of the reps and their aides who they now owed their allegiance to.
"My chief aid Marcus will tell you that I always toast the Winners of these games as we also bid Bon voyage to the losers and wish them well in their new lives and hope that they serve well the ones who will now own them. I enjoy a Bloody Mary as part of the ritual involved here. Now My fine man with the bottles, Issac has pulled down the base ingredients that go into the Bloody Mary toast I will share with the winners and their aides. But tonight, I was most fortunate to find these two earlier in the main floor of the club and found them quite suitable for my personal needs, and all of you, both winners and losers have enjoyed them as We had them plated and presented to you."
She nodded to Marcus who went over and knelt down beneath the French girl and undid the Breast pumps and disconnected her from the machine and with the help of another staff member, turned the girl over on her back and secured her again into the bound and spread eagled position, with her pussy right at the edge of the tray and her nipples swollen and leaking a bit of milk and blood from the milking process. She smiled and began to rub the girl's cunt more briskly and Her fingers reached into the tired girl and as they danced along her slit and the girl began to struggle in her bonds with need and desire, She nodded to Marcus who undid the leather restraints wrapped around the male slaves cock and balls and She began to stroke his swollen rod quickly and intently, tuning in Her spirit into the bodies of these two slaves chained nude and coated with the cooking oils that they had been coated in as part of the preparation and plating process.
The room grew quiet as the sounds of moaning and deep breathing came from the Mistress and the 2 slaves who She sought to bring to a long denied major release. The slaves had suffered much and been teased throughout, but not allowed fun release, and She wanted that now from them because they would be providing the key ingredients to the drinks that would be served in commemoration of another successful deal. She knew timing was to be crucial because of how the ingredients would need to be added to the main mix of the Bloody Mary drink. So she let her senses tune in only on the two slaves struggling in their bonds as She worked them for a deep release of the fluids that had been building up in each of them since She first took them into the playroom and began testing them out.
She heard the French girl moan and cry out in French as the orgasm built in her sex and felt the tremble and tightening of his cock in Her hand as She brought him to the edge as well. "Quickly Marcus," She hissed as he sent two girls with containers to stand at the base of each table ready to move in and collect once the dual orgasms were set in action. The room watched in fascination as all three of them seemed to breath as One as She played each of them as a Skilled Violinist would bring a hauntingly beautiful sound out of a music store violin. The male gasped and arched in his bonds, the Female let out a long loud cry in French and both of them began to shake and shiver as the orgasms She pulled from the center of their beings, erupted and their juices oozed from their bodies and into the vials that were being used to collect the fluids.
While the two slave were lost in their orgasms and shaking and coming hard as their juices were being collected, She moved over to where the girl was and leaned down between the French slut and slowly licked her wet pussy with her long tongue. As the slave moaned again from the pleasure of that action, the Mistress lowered her needle like fangs and found a swollen cunt lip and bit down into the throbbing flesh, bringing a loud scream from the slave girl who arched high into the Mistress's mouth as the pain of the bite also opened two small holes in the pussy lip and a small trickle of blood began to flow from the bitten lip.
A low growl of desire flashed from the lips of the Mistress at the scent and sight of the blood on the girl, yet She pulled Herself back to let the other girl collect the blood for the drink and She staggered over to where the male lay, his cock still hard, coated now by what of his juices were not collected for the Blood Mary drink, and She let her lips slide up and down his shaft. She sighed loudly as She let herself savor the taste of him. She had been wanting at this part of him for most of the night since She had first discovered that their was something different in him. She squeezed his sac and heard him moan and struggle then calm down as She squeezed harder to let him know She was in charge. The scent and pounding of his femoral artery was so close to the surface, She could feel the blood calling out to Her as She moved into position. She again pulled out her thin fangs and slid her hand down his shaft and squeezed until the skin swelled up from the constriction and She quickly sunk her fangs into the flesh and felt his blood swirling around Her Fangs as the both cried out at the action.
She fed gently on his blood, wanting to drink him dry, but knowing now was not the time, so She settled for a long sip of his Blood and felt it enter her body with a rush and tingle from the Sexual energy that She had flooded his body with to get him to this point. She also in the bite, injected some of Her blood into him in the exchange, and did not think twice of it, since this was part of the process. She now had the taste of him in Her and would be able to track him down no matter where in the world he might be. She stepped back up, clearing the hair from Her face as the small dose of Pureblood entered Her bloodstream and began to intermix with Her blood and create a new chemistry in Her system from the new blood pulsing in Her Veins.
The sensuality and sexuality of what had just happened, stunned the humans who had never seen such things before, and as the ingredients of blood and juices were withdrawn from the slaves, Marcus helped the Mistress back to Her chair as they awaited the mixing of the Bloody Marys for She and the studio winners tonight. She felt a buzz in Her body like She had never felt before after feeding on the blood of a human. Was this the doing of the pureblood in his veins? Her senses were sharpened and opened wider as She felt the emotional energy of all of the people in the room as never before. The force of the fear and sadness, the lust and the want, were as intoxicating to Her senses as if She had been on a 3 day blood binge along the back streets of Singapore. She grabbed onto Her chair to hold on as She sought to process all the new sensory feelings and bring them under the control of Her mind.
The shot glasses were filled with the traditonal Bloody Mary Mix, and then the first of two special ingredients was added. Vial # one contained the orgasmic juices that came from the two slaves, and was part of what gave the drink it's special kick. The finishing touch was when the vials of blood from the two slaves were mixed into the Bloody Mary mix and the real blood and sexual juices were blended into the overall pitcher. She watched and smiled as the containers from near where the girl had been milked were taken over to the bar, and poured into a series of smaller shot glasses with the breast milk from the French girl, to serve as an after drink chaser. She nodded to marcus who signalled the drinks to be passed around to the 3 studio reps who had won Her support for their projects and then he brought her Drink and the chaser and after setting it on the table beside Her, he stepped back to let Her make the traditional toast.
Her head still abuzz from the fresh blood She had taken from the slaves, She shook Her head softly from side to side as She enjoyed the aroma of the drink and chaser placed before Her. She was puzzled as to why She was feeling this way after such a small infusion of blood from the slaves, but She shook it off as She focused on those who would be leaving for their new lives. She would give them the same advice She gave to all who played the game and lost. What they did with it, would show what kind of future they have and if they might be of any use to Her somewhere down the road. She turned to the losing studio reps, now standing in a chained line, shock on some faces, anger on others and fear of the unknown on the remaining faces. She smiled, but no one in the group saw warmth, and eyes lowered as they listened. "For those of you headed to rehab, there is still potential for you to be of use and if you follow and learn well in rehab, I will make sure your return to Hollywood will be quiet yet successful for I will place you and your new indentity in better positions so you may be of service to Me there. However, if you think that this is just the standard industry form of rehab, then you will be shipped off to a new life where your staff has been sent, and I have heard of payback if the wrong studio rep finds a former aide turned slave in their new Owner's world. Strange things happen when karma comes around.
She smiled as She sensed the fear flooding the chained and collared reps and aides as they were pulled to their feet and lined up and prepared for departure. "For your aides, your life as you know it now is over. Where you are going for training, learn well, obey and you will make the best of your new world. I wish you well, for many of you will never see this place or this country again. If you think because you are Americans,you will find favor in your new lives, trust me my pets, the places you are being trained for and where you will serve, have major grudges against America and against Hollywood, so by all means, give them reason to take out thier cultural anger on you and you will rue the day you were born." She laughed softly as She saw the desired reaction in the new slaves, and turned to the winning reps and their aides. "To you my friends, come the perks of winning and moving a rung up on the ladder of success that has brought you to Hollywood and to my little game. I salute you and your aides and look forward to working with each of you, to benefit the project and to create a stronger and deeper network of friends who have learned that I am a Powerful friend, and a most formidable enemy."
She picked up the Bloody Mary and savored the aroma of Her drink of choice when seasoned with Fresh Blood. She smiled and took a deep drink of the Bloody Mary and felt the sweet taste wash down the back of Her throat. She moaned in pleasure at the sweet kick this blend had for Her as the drink went down smooth and amped her energy and senses to as high a level of awareness as She had ever felt them. She nodded to marcus who snapped out the command and the doors opened as the losing players were taken out on their chain gang for processing and shipment to the training centers. The doors shutting behind them cut off the noise of the shouts and moans that came from the gagged voices of those who now were the newest part of her store of products to serve and be used for the profit of the clan. She watched as the winning studio reps downed their Bloody Marys and watched with amusement the facial expressions of those tasting a true Bloody Mary for the first time. She chuckled again as She quickly downed the breast milk chaser and was pleased to see the reps handle the chaser much easier then the Bloody Mary. They would learn, She thought, as She still felt lightheaded from the fresh blood She had drawn from the slaves who were now being prepared to be shipped to the next stops in their indoctrination into their new lives under Her control.
The club staff moved in to where the aides were and quickly lined them up into boys and girls, placing a club collar around each aide's throat and cuffing their hands behind their backs. The reps turned to Her with questions in their eyes as the aides were chained in two separate lines. She smiled and looked at the fear and uncertainty in the eyes of the aides who had seen the fate that had fallen on their collegues from the other studios. "The collars and restraints are part of your training young ones as to how you can enjoy being a part of these special background Hollywood parties that everyone hears about. Once you have been properly trained, you will be fit with a stylish club collar that will alert the people in the know, that you have been trained by and are under My protection and will be able to serve and excel in any party they wish to book you for." She laughed at the confusion on all their faces. She motioned to her team who stripped the aides naked to their waists and tossed the clothes off to the side. They then moved to the reps and quickly moved in with a club collar for the reps and leather wrist and ankle cuffs wrapped around their limbs as the food and slaves on the table were wheeled out the back door and off for cleaning and placement at their next training sessions.
Karla, confused yet excited looked around as she felt the collar slipped and locked around her neck and she held still while the leather wrist and ankle restraints were locked into place. She took a deep breath and looked over to where her aides dimitri and elena stood chained and shackled, stripped to the waist and she felt a stirring in her loins as to a desire to control both of them, professionally and personally as well. A burning rush of desire flooded her body and when she turned her head back to the Mistress, she was shocked and embarassed to see the eyes of the Mistress staring straight at her, as if She knew what karla was thinking and feeling. She looked down automatically and felt her heart race faster at the look she had seen in the Mistress's eyes. She wondered what she was about to learn at the side of this Woman of amazing Power and control, and how it could help her career and her attempts to break through the glass ceiling at the studio. She did not know what was to come, she just knew that all things considered, she had a fighting chance here, as opposed to what had happened to the losers, and she was determined to embrace the opportunity for all it was worth.
"I will leave you now in the capable hands of my chief of staff Marcus," came the voice of the Mistress as all eyes once again turned towards the sound, and all heads bowed in instinctual respect. The aides will be taken to training rooms and tested for their abilities to follow orders promptly and with elegance, while you reps will be given a beginners introduction into power and control. Only then can I begin to work you into the picture here while we work on those special projects your studios have sought My help on." She stopped and slipped back into Her chair to watch as they winers and their aides were moved out the doors and on their way. She closed Her eyes, still feeling an unusual buzz in the back of Her head as if She was tuning into something She had never been aware of before. She licked Her lips as if to try and savor again the taste of the blood She had swallowed from Her feeding on both slaves. She felt a level of renewed energy that She had never expereinced before. It was like the night was young and She had not been burdened by the flight. She laughed and stood and stretched and felt her fangs slide quickly into place as She shape shifted through the several forms She could use and was shocked at how easy and quickly the transformations could now be done. As She settled back into Human form, she marveled at what a little Pureblood in one's system could do, and She began to appreciate even more the treasure that had fallen into her hands. She licked her lips, running Her tongue over the fangs as She headed for a change of clothes and a check on her unexpected treasure. "I hope he is able to recover quickly," She thought as She swiftly headed down the corridor to Her Private suite. "For I will need a better sample of his blood to process and test to confirm what my instincts are telling me."
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