The Tasty Lady
R.Platz ©2012
–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Warnings: If you’re normal STOP READING NOW... please.
You’re still reading...
This is a little Dolcett inspired story which includes Gynophagia (cannibalism - woman eating), sex slaves, BDSM, and non-consensual sex
More “tongue in cheek” than gruesome reality
Presented in its entirety
–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
==================================================================
Prologue
==================================================================
Fantasy:
- imagined mental images, especially unrealistic or improbable, in response to
psychological desire
- a creation of the imaginative faculty expressed as a chimerical or fantastic notion
- the free play of creative imagination
- unrestrained fancy
==================================================================
Chapter 1 ==================================================================
The adorable ponytailed schoolgirl sat motionless, breathless, totally transfixed by the curious menu... Lea could feel her face blush as her eyes scanned back and forth across the glossy pages... There was nothing ambiguous about the pictures; no doubt as to the cuisine this restaurant served. A succulent grilled pussy on a bed of rice... thin slices of tit presented like pancakes, nipples plainly identifying the source of the forbidden food... She knew this shouldn’t excite her, arouse her... the thought of eating these delicate parts of a woman... it shouldn’t make her pussy wet... but it did.
Before today Lea Burke was simply the curious horny adolescent. But now she was truly down the rabbit hole in this carnally perverse place. She’d heard the stories at school; the new private school her mother’s rich boyfriend paid for. Classmates bragged about their parent’s sex parties with slaves, sadistic games... cooking women... eating women... At public school she’d heard similar things. But then they were always just rumors, a friend told a friend type stories. Lea figured they were probably just erotic urban legends of the wealthy. But she couldn’t stop herself from playing with the ideas... picturing them... fantasizing about them while she touched herself... Whenever Lea brought the subject up with her mom, she received nothing but vague convoluted responses.
Emily Burke was the epitome of a hardworking single mother. The fact that she’d attracted a mega-wealthy man like Simon Moore attested to her exceptional beauty and wit. And while Emily adored Simon’s overindulgent character, she’d been shielding Lea from the true nature of her boyfriend’s exuberant lifestyle. Simon wanted Emily and her daughter to move into his mansion. But she’d been stalling, uncertain how to introduce Lea to his absurdly hedonistic habitat.
Emily’s boss fell seriously ill during an important overseas trip; she was asked to fill in immediately. This was just the type of opportunity that could speed her advancement at the big pharmaceutical company. But the trip was to last two weeks. Emily didn’t want to let her sixteen-year-old stay alone, unsupervised, for weeks... Simon fully understood Emily’s trepidations on the subject of her daughter and his unusual lifestyle. However, he argued, moving Lea into his home now would certainly offer a timely solution to Emily’s dilemma. After an earnest discussion she relented. While Emily packed and caught her flight, Simon would pick her daughter up after school...
The cute schoolgirl jumped into the back of the shiny black limousine. “So, how was school today?” Simon asked as they pulled away from the curb.
“Great Mr. Moore but I’m sure glad it’s Friday!” Lea liked Mr. Moore. He was charming and handsome, and she certainly appreciated the perks he’d been lavishing on her and her mother. But there was something more; a quality she couldn’t quite put her finger on... “Mom said you’re taking me to a club. What kind of Club is it? You know she’ll kill us both if she finds out I’ve been drinking.”
“No, no drinking. It’s a special club, well uh... sort of a dinner club. Mr. Moore pushed the button raising the limousine’s privacy divider. “Actually it’s a rather delicate subject... have you heard any interesting rumors at school?” Mr. Moore asked in a friendly paternal tone. Lea looked puzzled. “Maybe some of your friends have mentioned something about sex parties... unusual sex parties?”
Unusual sex parties, she knew exactly what he was alluding to. “Maybe...” she said softly; blushing at ideas she’d explored in her secret fantasies. The stories she’d dismissed as little more than youthful fabrications; a dinner party where bound naked women competed with their mouths to please all the dinner guests. Her classmate swore she could hear it from upstairs as her parents viciously whipped the slaves into a licking, sucking frenzy... the shriek from a young girl when she was declared the competitions loser... the rowdy applause of the guests as the slave was unceremoniously dragged off to the kitchen to be used for the main course of their meal.
Lea hadn’t truly believed the stories. But the details, they’d provided exotic fuel for her fertile imagination. Outwardly she appeared somewhat demure. But in her fantasies, unfettered by the bondage of reason, Lea was something altogether different:
...A warrior queen... Sitting on a magnificent throne she would be entertained by a depraved orgy of epic proportions. Handsome muscular soldiers would be fucking beautiful captured slaves. As each neared orgasm he’d approach her throne presenting his glistening cock. She’d suck it into her mouth, tasting the lingering flavor of slave cunt and sucking out what she imagined to be an ambrosia like potion of cumm. Bejeweled naked handmaidens would stand at her side holding delectable dishes of breasts and pussies; things unimaginable in the commonplace world. Between drinks of cum they’d hand feed her bites of the forbidden food...
Lea found this subject, her masturbatory feast, would invariably propel her eager young body to a shuddering climax.
Now here was Mr. Moore, seeming to imply some of her fantasy existed in fact. He could sense her growing excitement. “Well Lea... there are certain things available... when you have money—“
“So do you really eat women at these parties?” Lea excitedly interrupted with a voice barely more than a whisper.
“Sometimes... Sex slaves get used in many entertaining ways.”
Lea was thinking about the stories, they weren’t just rumors; they were true... and that word sex slave... why did she find it so utterly arousing? “And my mother knows, she’s been to these parties?”
“Yes, of course, and The Tasty Lady club too,” Mr. Moore responded nonchalantly.
The Tasty Lady club... that name... Lea struggled to picture it but couldn’t. She glanced out the window to see where they were heading. She was familiar with the area; they were getting close to “restaurant row”. But Lea was sure she’d never seen any kind of signage for The Tasty Lady, she definitely would have remembered such a name. “What’s this club like?”
“Well, it’s an adult club of sorts. They serve very expensive food and sex.” Mr. Moore paused, waiting for a reply to his unusual statement... “Of course sex can be such an awkward subject...”
Expensive food, Lea was captivated by his unmistakable euphemism; she barely registered Mr. Moore’s reference to sex. She was thinking about school... the stories... on Monday she could be the one telling a story... an amazing story. She ate at a restaurant that served expensive food. And the way Mr. Moore candidly answered her question... “Am I dressed OK?” Suddenly she felt a little self-conscious in her school uniform.
“You look just fine. There’s no dress code.” Mr. Moore chuckled. “Actually, more of a NO-dress code.”
The limousine passed several familiar restaurants before turning into the drive of a nondescript windowless building. There wasn’t any kind of sign or a front entrance. It did have tasteful landscaping with a tall hedge and a few little manicured trees. But all in all, nothing to draw attention to the enterprise...
The drive down the side opened into a modest size parking lot. It was early; there were only a few vehicles, a small collection of exotic sports cars, limos, and the like. The entrance was under a large porte-cochere facing the parking lot. As soon as the limousine stopped the valet attendant opened Lea’s door. “Good afternoon... miss.” The young man smiled but was clearly caught of guard by the young blond girl in her school uniform.
That unmistakable wonderful smoke smell filled the air as Lea stepped out. Mr. Moore joined her. “This is it, The Tasty Lady,” he said ushering his excited guest toward the entrance.
The doorman appeared out of place. His classic tuxedo seemed incongruous with his large muscular physique. “Good afternoon, Sir. May I see your club card please?” The man’s build and rough voice implied his bar bouncer background.
Mr. Moore produced the black plastic card with his picture. A quick look and the doorman ushered them through the entrance. In the vestibule a second doorman, similarly attired and equally intimidating, held open the door to the lobby.
Lea bubbled with nervous energy. She could have covered 50 yards in the time it took to walk to the lobby. The plain building belied an opulent interior. There was marble, plush furniture, decorative plants, fancy artwork and a stunning receptionist. Lea’s mouth dropped open; the statuesque freckled redhead’s micro-bikini did little to hide her triple D breasts. “Good afternoon, Sir. Are you here for the dining room or would you prefer a private room?”
The receptionist glanced at Lea. Lea fidgeted, trying to interpret the buxom woman’s subtle smile... Damn school uniform...
Mr. Moore eyed the redhead. “The dining room, but first I’d like your help with a little demonstration.” He wiggled his finger in the universal signal to come. Her smile vanished instantly, but she didn’t hesitate to quickly move from behind the desk. The big natural breasts jiggled delightfully as her high heels clicked on the floor. “Lose the bikini.” Mr. Moore said in a casual tone.
Lea watched intently as the receptionist hastily removed the little string outfit. It wasn’t just words... thoughts... fantasies... this was undeniably real. She stared at the beautiful naked woman... the buxom vulnerable woman. Hazy dreamlike images percolated through Lea’s mind... Mr. Moore’s voice seemed far away as he pointed out the black collar denoting the woman as a slave. He lifted one of the heavy tits by the nipple till it brought an unequivocal grimace of pain. The visual reality swirled through Lea’s brain mixing with her imaginative fantasies:
Warriors bringing her captured naked women for inspection... girls forced to display their skills for her court... choosing those to make sex slaves, those to become food for the next carnal orgy...
The redhead followed Mr. Moore’s commands, turning, her hands on the counter, arching her back, presenting her curvaceous ass. The sound of a hard swat to the fair skinned bottom snapped Lea from her wandering thoughts.
“Your turn Lea.” Mr. Moore’s words took her totally by surprise. “C’mon... this isn’t a place for spectators.” She stared at the red hand print for a moment... she gave the ass a half-hearted slap. He didn’t say anything, just rolled his eyes and gave her an unmistakable you’ve-got-to-be-kidding look. She tried again, harder. “That’s better.” Mr. Moore ran his hand lightly over the reddening ass; tracing the contours of the pretty butt, enjoying the texture through his fingers; then... a very serious swat causing the slave’s knees to buckle. “Like that.”
Lea brought her hand back for another swing but was stopped. “No, first a little caress; let her know who owns this ass.” Mr. Moore patted the reddening cheeks eliciting a delightful squirmy twitch.
Lea hadn’t expected anything like this; still, she placed her hand on the slave’s butt. It was soft. She moved her hand imitating Mr. Moore’s previous motions. Back and forth over the shapely bottom... the soft red bottom.... a powerful feeling was building inside Lea... a powerful erotic feeling. She could do this... she wanted to do this... Lea pulled her hand back and swung with a force trying to equal Mr. Moore’s last blow. SMACK! Lea was rewarded with the stimulating sight of the curvaceous ass’ fitful jerk. Lea could feel her heart beating faster... Again her hand lightly touched the bright red cheek, sliding softly—
“Outstanding! Let’s eat.” Mr. Moore abruptly ended the play.
Warm swelling pride filled Lea as Mr. Moore voiced his approval. Yet... she felt a curious disappointment, as if cut off in mid-sentence... Something deep urged a continued dialog with the beautiful red ass. Mr. Moore led her toward the main room; she looked back over her shoulder at the buxom receptionist. The slave was putting the micro bikini back on; but her little smile returned when she noticed the schoolgirl’s gaze...
==================================================================
Chapter 2 ==================================================================
Lea’s stopped, speechless from the view... Dim lighting, soft music, the similarities to a high class restaurant ended there. Displayed along each side wall was a row of gorgeous nude women. Their hands were pulled high above their heads, clamped to a swiveling bracket; their ankles similarly attached to a Lazy Susan in the floor. Their beautiful forms were stretched till they stood on their tiptoes. An individual light accentuated each piece of exquisite girlmeat.
Lea was simply astounded by the sight of the beautiful scared women on display... There could be only one interpretation, one thrilling realization... They were like lobsters in a fish tank, anxiously waiting to be someone’s dinner... Mr. Moore enjoyed watching Lea’s reaction to her new taboo world of slaves and unrestrained appetites. He gave her a moment to appreciate the atmosphere before ushering her toward the approaching waitress.
Unlike the receptionist, the cute young thing was on the petite side. While her breasts weren’t large, they were very appealing, firm and pointed, accentuated with big puffy nipples. They were clearly visible through the gossamer white blouse clinging to her chest. With each step her short black skirt came just to the edge of exposing her bald pussy. Stiletto heels and black fishnet stockings completed her sexy attire.
“Good afternoon, sir.” As soon as she was in reach Mr. Moore gave one of her pretty tits a soft little squeeze.
“Great nips. You must be quite the cocksucker to keep these off the menu.”
Lea wasn’t so surprised with Mr. Moore’s behavior. The waitress was wearing a slave collar. From the moment they’d entered the nature of this reality had started steadily working its way through her brain, corrupting her normal proprieties. The transformation of fantasy was irresistible.
“Thank you, sir...” the waitress answered in a subdued voice. Here such overt attention to your nipples was unsettling. Her tits could be purchased no matter how capable a cocksucker she was. Pert puffy nipples like hers were always a favorite. Only days before a waitress similarly endowed had reported to the kitchen, emerging a short time later with her own cooked breasts on a plate. A modest shot of morphine had enabled the girl to complete her customer’s request. She stood beside him, cutting up small bite size pieces, feeding him the delectable dish... watching as he savored each mouthful of cooked tit... watching as he slowly devoured her precious titties.
The apprehensive waitress forced a practiced smile. “Sir, I can seat you just about anywhere.” There were only a few occupied tables scattered throughout the restaurant.
“Somewhere in the middle’s good.” Mr. Moore gave her other breast a similar squeeze. There was an awkward pause while the anxious waitress courteously waited for him to release her tit. He was obviously impressed with the perky breasts. But he released his grip, allowing her to show them to a table.
As they followed Lea’s attention was drawn to the waitress’ cute ass. Each swing of her hips let a hint of pretty cheek peek out from under the skirt. Her brief encounter with the receptionist had ignited a spark of interest she’d never played with; soft red slave bottoms squirming, twitching, presented for her choice of pleasures, stinging torment or soft sensual caress.
Mr. Moore pulled out Lea’s chair then seated himself next to her. As the waitress stood between them with the menus Lea couldn’t resist the temptation. She let her hand run up the back of the slave’s thigh, under the skirt to the firm young bottom. Lea squeezed softly, kneading the beautiful flesh in her hand. A new powerful feeling was grabbing Lea’s brain, blurring her attention to everything else...
“Lea, what do you want to drink?” Mr. Moore was repeating the waitress’ question. Lea didn’t register any of the words droning around her. He was puzzled momentarily till he realized just where her hand was. She was so adorable... and the pace she was delving into this distinctive lifestyle was wonderfully titillating. With a smile he spoke to the waitress stating the obvious. “Ah... it would seem we’re not just interested in your little perky tits but your lovely perky ass too!” He pulled her flimsy covering down snapping Lea’s attention back to her surroundings. He let the waitress step out of the skirt before scooting his chair back and bending her over the table. “You have a good eye Lea; this is quite an exceptional ass.” He pinched a good bit of cheek between his thumb and fingers. “Please continue, I certainly didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Lea’s thoughts drifted to the receptionist... the new tactile experience... the thrilling visual reward... She brought her hand back to the beautiful bottom and gave it a good firm pinch like Mr. Moor was doing... “Could I spank this slave ass?”
Mr. Moore delighted in the question coming from his pretty innocent teen. “Of course, of course you can!”
Lea pinched harder, glancing at the row of girlmeat against the wall. A naughty smile slowly crept onto her lips. “Could I... eat this slave ass?” Lea could feel the well toned flesh tense as she posed the incredible question.
“Of course! So you want a buttsteak off this cute little waitress. It’s your first time here, let’s not be too hasty. What else does this pretty piece of meat have to offer?” Mr. Moore gave the girl’s butt a quick double pat. “What’s your name dear?”
“Kelly, sir...” Her shoulders sagged; energy drained from her body.
“Well Kelly, let’s get a better look at those tits.” Standing up, the waitress removed her top, turned around and presented the perky breasts. “Oooh my...” Mr. Moore traced his finger around the large nipple... widening his circles to include the areola... admiring the well defined little protuberance on the firm young breast. “This is just such a perfect mouthful...” Mr. Moore sucked the nervous titty into his mouth...
Lea was fascinated... the girl couldn’t be much older than her... so completely vulnerable... The waitress was obviously struggling to keep a brave face in this most unsettling situation. Once again Lea was interrupted from her wandering thoughts by Mr. Moore’s voice. “Suck that other tit.”
His words implied more of a command than a suggestion and Lea wanted to please Mr. Moore. She didn't resist, she sucked in the tidbit of breast... experiencing the firm texture with her tongue... Strange how the big rubbery nipple felt between her teeth...
Titty sucking time didn’t last long. Mr. Moore had the waitress point out different cuts from her beautiful body and suggest suitable recipes for each. She struggle through the monologue with a conspicuously quivering voice. Finally... “My pussy, well, there’s the basic grilled... mesquite... it’s a mesquite fired grill...” The waitress looked at her cleanly shaved pussy while she spoke... picturing the times she’d served a cooked cunt on a plate... imagining her smooth pussy disappearing bite by bite... She barely managed to describe a sautéed dish... a baked one... Kelly’s legs were turning to jelly....
“Ah, the pinnacle of all prime meats, this sexy cuntsteak...” Mr. Moore spoke in an almost reverential manner. Lea watched intently as he ran his fingers slowly down one smooth lip... slowly back up the other... he lightly massaged the clitoris... To Lea’s surprise Mr. Moore leaned over and spent a moment sucking on the delicate spot. The nervous girl showed no sign of appreciating Mr. Moore’s attention; she was surely about to be dinner. On the other hand Lea was totally engrossed... thinking what it would be like... having Mr. Moore’s mouth between her legs... playing with her sex with his tongue...
“Mmmmm...” Mr. Moore sat back in his chair. “Would you like a taste Lea? If you’re going to have it cooked, you really should taste it first.” Lea froze... She wanted to please him, but... he obviously wanted her to... She just couldn’t move... Mr. Moore simply smiled at her reticence and passed it off with a shrug.
“Well Kelly, let’s see if there’s anything more to you than just a delicious body. To Lea’s surprise Mr. Moore spread his legs apart and reached to unzip his fly. The waitress didn’t need instructions; she immediately dropped to her knees, positioning her face near his crotch. Lea’s pulse quickened as Mr. Moore pulled out his large semi-erect penis. It moved faster still as she watched the fleshy knob stretch when the slave vigorously sucked it into her mouth. There was nothing subtle in the scared cocksucker’s performance. Even as the penis fully stiffened she was able to push it past her mouth into her throat; her lips pressing hard against the base of Mr. Moore’s cock. She rapidly repeated the feat, over and over, as if racing against some imaginary stopwatch.
Mr. Moore was impelled to interrupt. Grabbing a handful of hair, he forcibly pulled her desperately sucking mouth off his dick - twisted her head up - looked into the watery eyes of the panting girl. “Oh no... no... I think we can find something less talented that will be just as tasty as you...” Kelly wasn’t sure, but it sounded like her pussy may have been reprieved from the grill. “We’ll get something from the wall.” Mr. Moore’s words were music to the ears of the kneeling waitress.
Lea was wet between her legs watching the slave frantically suck. Of all the sights teasing her brain, Mr. Moore’s big dick, that big stiff dick, struck a vibrating cord... What would he taste like? Curiosity, desire, swirled with her thumping heartbeat...
“I’d like iced tea please. What do you want to drink Lea?”
“Uh, ice tea...” Mr. Moore’s question... she found it so... disconnected... Lea watched Mr. Moore return his cock to his pants. One minute he’s having sex, the next he’s ordering a drink? The result was a very off-balanced young lady.
The waitress gathered up her skirt and blouse. “I’ll be right back with your drinks, sir.” Her breathing was returning to normal, well, as normal as it could ever be in such a precarious place as The Tasty Lady...
Mr. Moore reached over and opened Lea’s menu. He didn’t need to look at his. He’d seen it enough times to know what he wanted. But it was always entertaining to watch someone’s first experience at his club; especially more so when it was a youthful innocent like Lea. Her wide eyes glued to the page... that cute blushing face... He turned a page for her; she looked totally spellbound...
“Follow me.” Mr. Moore rose and pulled out Lea’s chair. He put his arm around his uncertain dinner guest and guided her to the closest display of trembling girlmeat. The beautiful stretched selections ranged in age from teens to mid 20’s. He stopped her in front of a well built 19 year old. “These look tremendous...” Mr. Moore hefted one of the ample breasts in his hand. “Very nice... What’s your name dear?”
“Ev— Evelyn, s— sir.” The words seamed an unbearable weight as the stretched woman tried to lift them out of her trembling body...
Mr. Moore slowly flicked his index finger back and forth across one nipple. “What do you think Lea? You want one of Evelyn’s gorgeous tits for dinner?” When she didn’t answer he took her wrist and brought her hand to the other big breast.
The tit was hot from the lights, a little sweaty... She gradually squeezed... the soft breast changed shape with her grip... A word... a few simple words, that’s all it would take... A few simple words and this tit would end up on her dinner plate. Lea breathed in the electrified air, like she held this tit; she held dominion over this trembling slave...
Mr. Moore saw her glance down. He calmly moved her hand toward the smooth bald pussy. “Check out this cunt fillet... it’s the tastiest... put your finger in Evelyn’s cunt fillet...”
She slowly followed his instructions, gingerly working her middle finger into the soft dry cunt... Lea didn’t know what a live pussy tasted like, but the pictures in the menu... they made a cooked pussy look obscenely delicious. Lea’s eyes widened, her heart thumped... She had her finger in the most private part of this captured woman whose only protest was the anxious expression twisting her pretty face. Mr. Moore released Lea’s wrist but her hand stayed in the soft warm triangle of heaven between the girl’s thighs...
Erotic memories trickled up... that one party where Lea played truth or dare, she’d kissed a boy... she’d kissed a girl... Her pussy was so aroused. The pussy in her hand wasn’t. The pussy in her hand was quivering. The pussy in her hand was... dinner. “I’ll have—” Lea’s voice caught in her throat. “I’ll have this pussy... uh... I’ll have the grilled pussy...” Her voice trailed off as the unusual surreal words left her lips.
“Excellent choice,” said a pleasantly surprised Mr. Moore. “Let’s check out the backside, maybe I’ll have something off this butt.” Lea’s hand slipped loose of her entrée as Mr. Moore swiveled the girl around. He gave the ass a few squeezes then spread the beautiful cheeks exposing the little puckered anus. Another night and he would have definitely enjoyed that tight hole before sending her off. But not tonight, tonight was for the especially entertaining corruption of adorable Lea. Mr. Moore swiveled their dinner back around and grabbed one of the tits, lifting it up off her ribs. “They make the best Titty Fritters here.” With his index finger he described a four inch circle around the nipple. “They take this thin slice here, battered, deep fried, it’s absolutely delicious! What do you say, one Titty Fritter for you, one for me?”
Lea put her hand on the other breast. They were considerably larger than hers... “You mean as an appetizer?”
Mr. Moore laughed. “Yes, an appetizer, you’ll still have the cunt for your entree!”
The cunt... his words reverberated through Lea... She was really going to eat this slave’s cunt... Lea looked straight into the scared girl’s eyes. “You know we’re going to eat you, so why aren’t you begging to be spared?”
It was a simple inquiry, plainly stated, but it seemed to really rattle their dinner. They hadn’t been instructed how to answer such a question. She didn’t know the correct response. What did they WANT her to say?!
Mr. Moore recognized the slave’s dilemma and moved to allay the scared girl’s panic. “C’mon Lea, we need to place our order.”
Lea wanted to understand, all these women, why were they so meekly accepting this fate. “But why don’t—“
Mr. Moore cut her off. “I’ll explain it later, you’ll see.” He coaxed her back to the table where their waitress was waiting to write down their order. “We’d like the lovely Evelyn over there. We’ll share an order of Titty Fritters, the Grilled Pussy for the lady, and I’ll have the Butt Steak Bordelaise, medium rare please.
“Yes, sir. Let me turn this in and I’ll be back for the rest of you order.” Kelly headed off, still in only her stockings and heels.
==================================================================
Chapter 3
==================================================================
Lea’s head tilted slightly... “What did she mean, the rest of our order?”
Mr. Moore paused a moment before answering, enjoying the view of Kelly’s cute backside in motion... “Uh, here,” he flipped past the food and drink pages of Lea’s menu, “the Playtime stuff. People usually have a little fun while they wait.”
Lea started with the first page – Fun Things. It listed and described various sex acts, all things Lea understood. Mr. Moore waited for her to start reading the next page – Naughty Things. He watched her mouth drop open, her brow furrowed deeply. The page definitely didn’t describe fun things, more like sadistic, evil things. Words like branding, shocking, skewering...
Mr. Moore gave her time to read the entire page. “If they play their part, slaves won’t be used for Naughty Things.”
Lea considered his explanation for submission... “But where do you draw the line? What about what we did to the receptionist?”
“Ah... good question. Things like a welt or a bruise; that’ll disappear in no time. But when you start playing rough, if something might lead to real damage, that’s where you can draw your line. Now, pick something to do off the Fun page.”
Playing rough, before today Lea would have described her short time with the receptionist as playing rough. Funny how fast her perceptions and definitions were being changed; being drastically altered by the peculiar world of Mr. Moore. Still, one thing hadn’t changed, she had a good idea what she wanted and diligently reread the Fun page.
Perhaps embolden by the afternoons events or just the natural nature of a teenage girl, Lea put the first hitch in Mr. Moore’s plan. “There’s no cock on this list.”
For the first time that afternoon Mr. Moore felt himself in something less than complete control. His dialog with teen girls had usually been limited to distinctly one-sided conversations. But not having any desire to debate the matter he fell back on a time honored stratagem. “Well when YOU join a club you can pick one that provides cock.” Lea’s pouty expression prompted an immediate attempt to lighten the mood. “Sorry, The Tasty Lady is strictly BYOC, bring your own cock!
Lea’s face lit up with a smile. “Oooh, so yooou’re providing the cock?!” — She was suddenly distracted by two burly men walking down the side aisle toward Evelyn. Similar in size and dress to the doormen, one had Evelyn’s replacement slung over his shoulder. In what was clearly a well practiced move, they swiftly swapped the two girls and carried Evelyn off to the kitchen. Lea lowered her voice, “How will they... do it?”
“Some things are like making sausage, best not to know how it’s done.” Judging from Lea’s serious expression, that answer didn’t go over too well. “Don’t worry, it’s quick and painless. They have a chopping machine,” Mr. Moore’s hand made a fast slicing motion past his neck.
Before she could dwell on the subject her attention was diverted once again. Their cute naked waitress had returned. “Have you decided what you want to order?”
“Yes,” Mr. Moore HAD decided. He grabbed Kelly’s collar and pulled her ear close to his mouth. Lea couldn’t make out what he was whispering but after a few words the waitress hurried off...
Lea was curious about Mr. Moore’s order... the image of Kelly’s mouth engulfing his big cock flashed through her mind. She looked around the sparsely crowded room. Several tables over a slave’s head bobbed up and down in a customer’s lap. A gentleman was squeezing the tits of one the stretched girls on the wall. A few others were enjoying their food but Lea couldn’t make out what they’d ordered. She looked back toward the front and spotted their waitress walking toward them. Her pace was wrong, too slow... She got closer and Lea could see the riding crop in her hand... and a leash... and on the floor at the end of the leash... naked on her hands and knees... crawled the buxom redheaded receptionist...
Mr. Moore followed Lea’s stare. There’s just something about a naked crawling woman on a leash... those swinging big tits hanging down... the glorious way cheeks move from side to side... His big red handprint had faded, leaving just the inviting smooth white skin on the shapely ass. When the two slaves reached their table Mr. Moore didn’t waste any time. “Scoot your chair around.” Something in his voice had changed. Lea moved her chair so she faced him. He grabbed a big handful of red hair and twisted the slave’s head till it pointed straight toward Lea’s lap. His voice was cold and deliberate, “You’re going to put your mouth on this nice young cunt and lick and suck like there’s no tomorrow. If I don’t think this cunt’s happy, I’ll take your cunt home in a doggy bag.”
Lea’s brain staggered through a conglomeration of questions... Did he expect her to have sex with a woman, take off her clothes in front of him, in front of strangers? Did she have a choice, what if she said no? Would Mr. Moore be mad if she said no? His words and slow piercing delivery had the desired effect. It left her powerless to object when Mr. Moore put his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. The space was immediately filled by the crawling receptionist who slipped a finger under Lea’s panties and rolled them to the side. The pleasurable caress of warm slave mouth flooded over her nervous misgivings.
Mr. Moore eyed Kelly. “Show her how to use the crop.” Shwack! The redhead’s bottom twitched from the sting of the moderate stroke. “Harder.” ShshWACK! The second strike extracted a high pitched squeal from the slave’s sucking mouth. Mr. Moore took the crop from the waitress and placed it in Lea’s hand. Her reaction to the stroke had been different, a far more pleasurable, exciting experience. She didn’t waste any time before trying out the new toy. ShshWACK! ShshshWACK! Yes... a new uniquely gratifying experience. Lea observed the bright red marks contrasting sharply with the untouched fair skin of the licking slave... and she noticed the conspicuous bulge in Mr. Moore’s pants. ShshshWACK! Another red mark, another muffled shriek... it felt sooo good... Instinctively her empty hand grabbed slave hair and crushed the squealing mouth hard against her hot wet mound...
Mr. Moore unzipped his pants, freeing his rock hard cock. Kelly dropped to her knees in anticipation. He brought his hand under her chin and gently lifted her pretty face. “I liked your earlier work... just slow it down a little.” He removed his hand, she sucked his dick, Lea whipped the slave... ShshshWACK! Lea found the gasping shriek between her legs almost as pleasing as the frantic tongue lapping her clit. ShshshWACK! She watched the big cock disappear into Kelly’s skillful mouth.
ShshshWACK! Mr. Moore enjoyed Lea’s delicious assault on the squirming red ass. She was definitely her mother’s daughter... ShshshWACK! He pulled Kelly’s head a couple times, signaling her to pick up the pace... ShshshWACK! This cute waitress was one exceptional cocksucker... ShshshWACK! Kelly steadily increased her speed, each stroke ending with her mouth completely enveloping his dick. Her energetic effort soon resulted in a mouthful of cumm.
Lea watched the waitress vigorously gulping. Mr. Moore’s expression... it was obvious she was swallowing his load. Her climax wasn’t far behind. She was breathing heavy, watching Kelly continue to suckle the dick... “aaaahhhh,” a barely audible gasp escaped Lea’s lips as her thighs squeezed the slave’s head in a viselike grip. The riding crop slipped from her hand as waves of pleasure rippled through her blossoming body...
Mr. Moore sat back down in his chair with his suckling waitress still attached...
Lea’s thighs relaxed...
Minutes passed without any words...
Finally Mr. Moore lifted Kelly’s head. His well cleaned cock departed her sucking mouth with a slurp. “Nice job.” He leaned over and patted the red speckled backside of the receptionist. “Stand up dear.” The girl quickly stood and turned around to face him while Lea adjusted her panties. The great big tits heaved up and down with her heavy breathing. Lea scrutinized the stinging welts on her ass while Mr. Moore cupped the scared bald cunt in his hand. “Well done, you can keep this for a little while longer.”
The redhead cringed as Lea grabbed one cheek of her stinging ass. “Hey, shouldn’t I be the one to decide if she was good enough to keep her cunt!”
Mr. Moore tried hard to contain his laughter at youthful Lea’s bold statement. “Uh-huh, I see... obviously I failed to realize you were such an expert on the subject of cunnilingus...” This was unexpected; Mr. Moore contemplated a reply... “OK, she’s yours. Kelly put, er, what’s your name?”
“D— Donna... sir.” The redhead struggled to get the response past the giant lump in her throat. Her stomach was turning somersaults; her fate now rested in the hands of this corrupted teenager who was barely old enough to drive!
“Kelly, please add Donna to my bill.” Mr. Moore got quite a kick out of the stunned expression plastered across Lea’s face. He gave the big left tit a little jiggle... then a little squeeze to the right one... “So, do you want to send this cunt to the kitchen or keep her? Your choice.”
The words entered Lea, tickling her brain to a giddy excitement... owning a sex slave... Her lust was such a rationalizing force... overwhelming any remnants of conceptual obstacles... Wealth obviously allowed for some adjustments to the definition of acceptable diversions... Her grip tightened, she owned a sex slave! “But where would I keep her?”
“Well, at my place. The fact is, I’ve been trying to convince your mother to let the two of you move in. I’m sure you’d like living at my mansion. You interested?”
Without thinking Lea responded with a spontaneous emphatic YES. “Do you have sex slaves there now?”
“Of course.” Mr. Moore watched Lea’s persistent grasp of Donna’s ass. Her youthful zeal was adorable; like an excited kid at Christmas clutching a desirable new toy.
“Kelly, why don’t you go check the status of our dinner.” While he spoke Mr. Moore maneuvered his momentarily subdued cock back in his pants. The waitress scooted out from between his legs and hurried off...
==================================================================
Chapter 4
==================================================================
In the kitchen Kelly watched the machinery; just one in front of her order. Hanging upside-down the slaves’ resemblance to sides of beef at a slaughterhouse was uncanny. An electric motor whirred, gears engaged, the girls were carried down the track toward the waiting arms of the Chopmate. Kelly looked on, appreciating the speed of the thing. She didn’t have any illusions. She’d be there, someone would order her pretty cunt and she’d be their, seeing the world upside-down, waiting for the blade to transform her to girlmeat. At least it would be fast. More sounds of automation, two wide horseshoe shaped arms rotated in to encircle the first girl’s neck. There was no escape. From below the tubular headcatcher rose, covering the petrified face. Beep – Beep – Beep – the stand clear warning blared – Shooonk! The razor sharp blade swung through the small gap between headcatcher and arms, trimming off the superfluous ten pounds. That distinctly unnerving sound as the head rattled down the disposal chute... motors whirred, gears engaged, Beep – Beep – Beep – Shooonk! The superfluous ten pounds was trimmed off Evelyn...
Kelly made her way back to her table. Being naked didn’t bother her so much now, but the smiling looks from the customers, that eerie knowledge they desired her tender flesh for something more than sexual pleasure, she could never get use to that... “Sir, your order will be ready in about 30 minutes.” It never ceased to amaze, the speed at which a slave was transformed into dinner. Even when the club was packed the highly proficient kitchen staff turned around meals in under an hour.
Mr. Moore casually ran his hand over Kelly’s backside. It was definitely a beautiful ass, firm, nicely shaped... “Thirty minutes, normally I’d be into a bottle of wine about now... Well, two refills of iced tea please... wait, add a little vodka and lemon to mine.”
The spread out nature of the customers didn’t afford Lea a good view of the little activity taking place... Then... bustling down the isle came a middle-aged couple; a few years older than Mr. Moore; definitely not as attractive as Lea’s mom and her boyfriend. The waitress seated them at the table right behind theirs.
The woman impatiently tugged the girl’s blouse, “Strip.” The hapless waitress quickly shed her clothes and quietly endured the rough inspection. “You call these nipples?” The woman was obviously unimpressed with certain aspects of their waitress’ anatomy. The husband seemed oblivious to his wife’s irritating voice as he intently perused the menu.
Kelly arrived with the drinks and her perky tits didn’t go unnoticed. The woman twisted around in her chair to address Mr. Moore, “Are you going to eat those?” He smiled at her ill-mannered question. At this club poaching another table’s waitress was considered rather uncivilized. He hadn’t seen them here before. Maybe they were simply new members...
Mr. Moore paused briefly in thought... then politely responded, “Yes!”
Kelly’s face went pale... She’d let her guard down, in her mind she’d already escaped the culinary interest of this customer. Breathe... stay calm... deep breaths... “Sir... how would you like my tits cooked...?”
“Cooked?” Mr. Moore grabbed one of the conical mounds of fleshy goodness and gave it a decidedly hard squeeze. “Not cooked, raw!” He jerked Kelly toward him by the tit till that big puffy nipple disappeared into his gaping mouth. He chewed on that breast just short of breaking the skin till a gasp squeaked out of his distressed waitress. “Awww, I’m not going to eat these todaaay!” Mr. Moore released his grip on the trembling girl. “Add your cute ass to my bill and go wait for our order.” As she left he gave her bottom a friendly pat; no doubt she was a delicious little acquisition...
Having failed to secure Kelly’s big nipples the crabby woman turned her attention back to her table. “Have you decided yet Harold?”
“Yes dear... Let’s do the Branded Butt Steak.”
“Where’s that?” The waitress pointed it out... “OK, the Branded Butt Steak, but bring one with the biggest nipples you can find. I want the Titty Tips in Garlic Butter; and the Cunt Combo appetizer plate.”
“Yes, madam, and how would you like your steaks?”
“Medium for my husband, medium well for mine. Be quick about it, we’ve got theater tickets for later.”
The naked waitress hurried off, her tits jiggling energetically as she walked as fast as her black stiletto heels allowed.
Lea took a sip of her tea... Branded Butt Steak, she remembered seeing the description in the section of Naughty Things...
In no time the couple’s waitress returned carrying a silver attaché case. Two naked assistants accompanied her. They both had taut athletic physiques and between them they had no trouble half dragging half carrying a wiggly piece of uncooperative slave. A rubber ball gag muffled the pointless complaining of a girl who looked about eighteen. Her arms were pinned behind her back, forearm to forearm, strapped tightly together with rows of black plastic ties. Instead of the normal slave collar, hers was a deep dark red. Her behavior contrasted sharply with the other naked women in the room. She was wiggly and noisy, possible indications of an attitude that fell somewhat short of compliant...
The waitress surmised who “wore the pants” and presented the fractious slave to the woman. “For your approval, madam, your order of Branded Butt Steak.”
The woman’s eyes lit up. The girl’s modest breasts where adorned with exceedingly large luscious nipples. “Oh yes, these will do...” The couple both rose from their chairs. While the husband felt up the tits his wife concerned herself with a closer examination of the ass. She unceremoniously shoved her middle finger into the tight puckered anus. A few quick thrusts then she put her finger to the mouth of their waitress. “Does this taste clean to you?”
The waitress sucked it in, caressing it with her tongue. The wife smiled. “Tell me, are you a talented cuntlicker?” The waitress nodded but kept up with her attention to the finger. “After Harold here has his fun, maybe I’ll use you...” Having said that she pulled her finger back... “So?”
“Delicious, madam, all the butts here have been scrupulously cleaned and flavored with strawberry lube.”
Lea watched intently from what had turned into a front row seat at a devilishly perverted show... Did the slave have any idea what was about to befall her unfortunate bottom...?
The wife seemed satisfied. “Well then...” She grabbed a handful of brunette hair and bent their dinner over the table. With all the stimuli flooding Lea’s brain she hadn’t noticed the furniture’s unusual features. The gloss black lacquer finish was normal enough but the rock solid table top was one and a half inches thick. A row of shiny chrome cleats ran all around the perimeter of the underneath side.
From her attaché case the waitress produced several pieces of rope which she handed out to her attentive assistants. The combination of ropes and cleats quickly had the struggling slave affixed to the table. Two more ties and her legs were well spread, leaving her inviting ass totally exposed.
One last item emerged from the silver case. An electric branding iron, the element shaped into the word PRIME. The waitress plugged the sinister device’s cord into the outlet under the table. A half minute of heating and PRIME took on a menacing red hot glow. The implication of the glowing iron was not lost on the noisy slave. But no matter how much she twisted and voiced her unintelligible disapproval there was no escape from her alarming predicament.
One assistant hopped up on the table. She folded a cloth napkin lengthwise until it was a couple inches wide. She looped it around the slave’s head, covered the gagged mouth, pinned the head to the table with her knee. While one assistant was effectively reducing the din the other was fluffing the husband’s cock. The waitress assessed the scene. The slave was immobilized, the cock was hard, the iron was hot... “Shall I begin, madam?”
“Do it.”
The sizzle of flesh and the accompanying muffled terror-stricken scream turned most heads in the room. Lea’s eyes widened as she watched the slave’s body stiffen and convulse in unnatural spasms, unable to get away from the searing hot iron. The assistant applied all of her weight to hold the slave’s thrashing head down. The waitress counted to herself, one one thousand two two thousand, then removed the iron from the tortured ass cheek. A small trail of smoke arose from the black charred word PRIME.
Lea’s mouth was wide open but the air was refusing to enter...
The fluffer stepped up, using her index fingers she roughly pried open the clenched anus. The husband’s cock forced its way into the obscenely tight orifice. With each thrust his body slammed against the burnt flesh, the slave ass clamped down harder and harder... The poor thing emitted such a continuous sobbing shriek that if it wasn’t for the combination of gags, no one in the room could have heard themselves think. The man pulled his dick out and stepped aside. The waitress immediately hit the other cheek with the glowing iron. One one thousand two two thousand... The husband’s cock was again in the ass, continuing its assault... the writhing muffled screams never ceased...
Lea’s wide eyes were glued to the shaking burned ass... it was horrible, spellbinding... depraved, engrossing...
Finally, in what must have seemed like an eternity for one and a few minutes for others, the man filled the clenching ass with his cumm. The sore sphincter snapped shut as soon as the husband’s cock slipped free. The fluffer went to her knees and got busy, thoroughly sucking clean the strawberry lube flavored shaft.
The assistant relaxed her grip on the napkin enough to allow the now gasping slave a better chance at recovering her breath. The wife seemed pleased enough. She stared admiringly at the two portions of ass marked PRIME, they’d soon be presented on their dinner plates. “There’s certainly a lot of unused canvas...” The woman ran her fingers over the uncharred area of the white bottom. “Do you mind if I give it a try?”
“Yes, of course, madam, be my guest.” The waitress handed the smoldering iron to the smiling woman. The assistant reasserted her hold on the slave’s head, tightening her cloth gag in anticipation of screams to come... The red hot iron did a short kiss to the soft flesh, eliciting the expected shriek and additionally, an unexpected fart of cumm squirted from the shaking ass.
The wife chuckled at the sudden surprise splatter of cumm between the quivering cheeks. Her gaze turned to the waitress... her smile slowly melted away... Her crabby voice returned... “Well... do you normally waste the opportunity for such a treat?”
The waitress hadn’t realized... she moved quickly to slurp up the semen from the tortured ass crack. This customer was a nightmare... Once she’d thoroughly cleaned the spill she moved aside. There was still plenty of canvas left to play with...
The wife seemed back to her grumpy side now... The fluffer had completed her cleaning chores and stood by the waitress. “Hmmm, maybe there’s some left for you dear.” She pressed the glowing iron to the flesh with more determination... one one thousand, another fart of cumm... two two thousand, the thrashing shrieks continued and another small spurt of cumm expelled... three three thousand, thrashing shrieking, but no more squirting semen...
This time when the iron was removed the assistant feigned an enthusiastic show of greedily slurping up the sticky fluid. She spread the tortured cheeks and pressed her face into the crack. Her lips sealed around the anus making a fervent attempt to suck out every last drop. “Thank you, madam. Your husband’s cumm is delicious.”
Lea intently watched the frightening commotion... Was it really delicious? The whole thing was horrendously thrilling, like the scariest of horror movies, Lea couldn’t turn her eyes away...
The assistant’s energetic display seemed to have appeased the petulant woman. “Alright, take this to the kitchen. And don’t forget, we’re in a hurry.”
The pitiable slave had been turned into a babbling quaking bundle of blinding pain. The seared nerves screamed to her brain, scrambling her thought processes to useless drivel. She was swiftly untied from the table and dragged off to her introduction to the Chopmate...
==================================================================
Chapter 5 ==================================================================
Kelly picked up her two plates of Titty Fritters, adding small sauce dishes of ranch and honey mustard dressing. She paused momentarily, staring at the fried appetizers. Would her chest meet a similar fate? It appeared she was to escape this infernal club but her new owner seemed unduly impressed with her chest. Her prodigious cock sucking skills had saved her so far... But was he simply taking her home to make a snack of her titties for later...? She carefully carried the two plates through to the dining room.
Lea could see Kelly coming with the food. The heel of her right foot started bouncing slightly... Not till the plate was down on the table could she actually see her first serving of female flesh. The golden brown crust obscured the delicacy inside. At an earlier time and different place Lea would have laughed at the thought, the ludicrous idea, on her dinner plate was a thin circular slice of deep fried tit. But not tonight; not after what she’d seen...
She watched Mr. Moore’s fork pin the fritter to the plate. His knife sliced it in half, just skirting the bump in the middle. As he picked up one half Lea could plainly see the cooked nipple hiding underneath the crust. Evelyn’s nipples, well, one of Evelyn’s nipples... the other was on her plate. Mr. Moore smiled. “It’s OK to use your fingers.” He dipped the fritter in the honey mustard sauce and took a big bite.
Lea followed his example, cutting her fritter in half. It sliced so easily. How strange to be picking up a piece of a woman’s breast... She took a small tentative bite... the crunchy outside, the tender meat... she chewed slowly and swallowed... She dipped it in the ranch dressing and took a bigger bite, chewing and swallowing the delectable mouthful. “This is really good.”
“I told you.” Mr. Moore’s appetizer was almost gone.
Lea took the bite from the middle. She could feel the distinctive shape of the nipple on her tongue. She swallowed most of the breading but the small piece of Evelyn remained... Her tongue maneuvered the unusual morsel to the side of her mouth, between her teeth... As her jaws slowly met, the wonderful chewy texture was revealed...
While Lea indulged in her new dining experience she looked at all the nude women stretched tight, displayed along the walls... The accent lights shining on their beautiful taut bodies... highlighting their beautiful breasts... Lea’s peculiar appreciation of the female form slipped out of her dark imagination into explicit reality...
Mr. Moore watched Lea finish the Titty Fritter... Like a proud parent watching his child excel at some school event; he was exceedingly pleased with his young charge’s enthusiastic response to her first taste of decadent fare.
The waitress cleared away the empty plates and returned to the kitchen. She was soon back with the main course... “The Grilled Pussy for you, miss... and for you, sir, the Butt Steak Bordelaise.”
Lea stared at the sumptuous dish... Grilled Pussy... it looked just like the picture in the menu. With its light marinade of lemon and dill it could easily have been a piece of salmon, but it wasn’t salmon... it was pussy, a cunt, a woman’s sex... It was the most private part of Evelyn, served on a bed of rice for her gastronomic delight...
Mr. Moore dug into his steak. Several mouthfuls later he cut off a piece and placed it in the palm of his hand. Lea’s big titted slave was quietly kneeling on the floor between himself and her new owner. He brought his hand to her mouth; offering the treat as if to a family pet. She scarfed down the tasty meat then enthusiastically licked the palm of his hand until all the sticky sauce was gone.
Lea was having trouble getting started... Like a serving of whole trout, the grilled cunt fillet... seemed to be looking back. She was suddenly acutely aware of all the exposed pussy in the room... The waitresses, the captured flesh displayed against the wall, her naked slave dutifully sitting on the floor by her chair... Her thoughts drifted to the rippling waves of orgasmic pleasure delivered to her own pussy just a short time before... She picked up her knife and fork... Lea’s first taste of pussy... was a cooked one. There was the wonderful flavor of a gourmet dish cooked to perfection, but more... much more... As Lea ate she felt all her inhibitions falling away... She consumed the fleshy symbol of femininity, feeling an unstoppable thrilling power welling up inside her... slowly investing her entire body with verve like she’d never known... she was the warrior queen...
Mr. Moore didn’t try to engage Lea in conversation. Her manner was telling enough... her intense concentration as she cut each bite... consumed each delectable mouthful... slowly eating Evelyn’s lovely pussy completely...
==================================================================
Chapter 6 ==================================================================
Mr. Moore put his napkin on the table, pushed his chair back and let out a satisfied sigh... “Let’s take a bathroom break. We can check out the dessert menu later.” That sounded good to Lea. The restrooms were up front just off the lobby. Lea was intrigued to see the receptionist position filled by a slave equally as buxom and voluptuous as hers. And the very same micro-bikini was just as ineffectual at covering her ample charms.
Lea finished and was back to the Lobby before Mr. Moore. She barely noticed the two large tuxedoed gentlemen until... they grabbed her! She struggled, she started to scream, a hard rubber ball gag thrust into her mouth. A loop of rope cinched her feet, another cinched her hands. One of the men effortlessly tossed her over his shoulder. It was over in seconds. Wait! There’d been a mistake! Where was Mr. Moore?! She found herself carried to the elevator near the reception desk. She strained to hold her head up, strained for a sight of Mr. Moore. Then she saw him, returning from the bathroom. With all her being she let out one long squeal through the gag... their eyes met... he smiled and turned through door to the dining room. Wait! No! That can’t be right! Goddammit! He’s not helping...?!
Seconds later and they were in the elevator, heading down. The man’s giant muscular arm pinned Lea to his shoulder, squeezing her breath out... This couldn’t be happening! She needed her mother; she had to call her mother! Her phone was in her book bag in the limousine. Shit!
It was a short ride. The elevator doors opened to an environment quite different; no fancy furniture, no artwork, no potted plants; a stark cavernous space. The quiet made the hum from the high bay lighting seem loud. The bright light reflected off the grey enamel paint of the concrete floor. A faint smell of pine disinfectant hung in the humid air.
Half a dozen empty 30”x30”x42” steel mesh cages waited close to the elevator. Both front and top were open allowing easy insertion of the restrained females they were designed to hold. Lea soon found herself scrunched down - the rattly metallic clang of the cage closing around her - sucking the air from her lungs. The big men quietly disappeared back into the elevator, never having spoken a word...
Lea’s frenzied brain struggled... What was happening, why had Mr. Moore just smiled? What had he done? Had he sold her like she’d read about in news accounts of white slavery? Was that it; she was to be turned into a sex slave...? Or worse, was she sold to be someone’s dinner? During her wondrous experience upstairs not once had she contemplated the problematic subject of supply. Could she escape...? Lea determined, above all else, she must try hard to keep her wits about her...
She looked out through her steel cage. All Lea could see were rows of traditional style jail cells. Bunk beds, metal toilets, bare cells enclosing a variety of despondent nude women. So many women... the place was eerily quiet... She shouldn’t have eaten Evelyn’s tit. She shouldn’t have eaten Evelyn’s cunt...
Something was coming, something electric. Lea twisted her head to see a forklift truck zipping down the isle. The skillful driver snap turned the machine right in front of her, slowing just in time to avoid a collision. The forks dropped on the concrete with a clank, scraped forward. With a jolt the machine lifted cage and terrified contents – tilted back - reversed out - raced away. Lea squinched her eyes tightly shut as row after row of jail bars whizzed by.
In no time she was whisked to the other side of the building to the intake staging area. Unlike Lea the vast majority of girls didn’t arrive via the front door. As the cage impacted the hard floor Lea forced her eyes open. She was part of a loose semicircle of six cages. With the exception of Lea the unhappy occupants were naked. All were bound in some form or other and like Lea they all had ball gags filling their mouths. Looking further down Lea could see stacks and stacks of similarly occupied containers.
Two young men clad in short sleeve navy jumpsuits ended their conversation as soon as Lea arrived. One by one they opened the six cages, helping each girl to a sitting position. The oldest moved to the center of the little group and began his well used speech. “This isn’t a training facility. Rule number one, no talking. Rule number two, follow instructions immediately.” His voice was calm and controlled, no hint of violence or malice. But as he spoke Lea watched the other man pull two collars from the drawer of a rolling tool cart. One was black; one was deep dark red. The significance of the red collar sent a shocking chill down scared little Lea’s spine...
The speechmaker cautiously removed the ball gag of the girl sitting furthest from Lea. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his flaccid dick. “Suck it.” Without hesitation she complied. He let her work a little before pulling his semi erect cock from her mouth. He moved to the next girl and repeated the procedure.
The other man snapped a black collar around the first cocksucker’s neck and cut off her bindings. “Stand over there....” The freed naked girl struggled to her feet, wobbled slightly, then moved a few feet away.
And so the scene repeated down the line... Lea intently watched the girls obediently sucking. Did they know about the dark red collar? Is that why they didn’t protest, didn’t resist...?
But then... the fidgety girl next to Lea, as soon as her mouth was clear words issued out— the ball gag was forcefully shoved back in before she could complete half a sentence. Lea watched them snap the dreaded red collar around her neck. Instead of being untied she was enclosed back in her cage. Lea wanted to scream something—anything—let the girl know what she’d seen—give her a chance! But she didn’t move...
Then the young man in the navy jumpsuit was in front of her. By now his penis was fully erect. Lea stared at it while her gag was being removed. She was about to discover what a man felt like, tasted like... The words bounced against her eardrums, “Suck it.” She didn’t hesitate. The hot cock touched her lips, then into her mouth, then she sucked... her lack of skill was readily apparent. The unimpressed man attempted to pull back but Lea whimpered and leaned forward, trying to keep the cock in her mouth. He put his hand on her forehead and lightly pushed the cute girl off. “Let me guess, you’ve never done this before?” Lea nodded, his was the first cock she’d tasted. “OK, give it more suction, move your tongue, try to get more in you mouth... The sympathetic man let her suck on his dick a little longer. Lea redoubled her effort, and actually showed some improvement... But this man’s job wasn’t one of teacher and it was time to move things along, “Good luck with that.”
The thought of the red collar so completely terrified Lea it was some relief when she felt the black one close around her neck. One man cut her ties. Lea suspected what was coming... “Strip.” She started unbuttoning her blouse. “Faster please.” Somehow the courteous manner of his request made it seem all the more sinister. Lea hurriedly removed the blouse, her plaid skirt, her shoes and socks... She’d never realized the simple power of clothes, until now... She unhooked her bra letting her firm youthful breasts fall free. Then her panties, the virgin muff had never been bald but she figured that was about to change... Lea looked at the little pile of her discarded uniform. Now she was the naked vulnerable slave... The two men took little notice of Lea’s beautiful figure; after their shift was over is when the perks of their job would be fully exploited.
The little group was pointed toward their next destination. The forklift returned and was soon zooming off with the red collared girl. The two men moved the empty cages to make room for the next batch of slaves. They kept an eye on the naked group walking off. It was a simple test to see if they’d follow directions.
Steam drifted out of the entrance with the small sign labeled sanitizing station. Inside the large white tiled area was a locker room collection of showers and benches and all the amenities associated with cleaning up slaves for consumption. A small female army of swimsuit clad attendants went to work preparing the girls. It started with the first of two enemas, then a shower followed by a total shaving experience; the head being the only spot left untouched. The whole time Lea let herself be carried along... ignoring unfamiliar probes flushing virgin holes... stranger’s hands scrubbing over private places... she focused her energy on avoiding the easy inclination to panic...
Once completely smooth and clean they were towel dried and moved to the salon. Placed in styling chairs, their hair was blow dried and made presentable. During this time they were given a laminated page of instructions. In bold letters, the very first paragraph explained the red collar’s significance; what followed laid out the expected behavior to avoid acquiring it. How to act, how to answer a customer’s questions, how to present your ass when requested, these were the types of subjects it covered...
As each girl’s prep was finished she was shown to the exit. The mistress of the lower floor sat on a stool by the door. She always kept a careful eye out for product that might be suitable for something more than just a gourmet meal. Her cells housed a collection of such quality items used for special parties, catered events or club staff. And little adorable Lea caught her attention. “What’s your name dear?”
“Lea, madam.” There were a million things Lea was bursting to say... But mindful of the instructions, she remained submissively quiet.
“You certainly have the look...” The mistress squeezed one of Lea’s nice breasts. “Turn around...” a squeeze of a youthful firm ass cheek... “And back around... Hmmm...” The mistress raised the hem of her skirt till her bald pussy came into view. Lea hesitated... “Lick it!” Lea went to her knees and put her tongue to the sweet smelling cunt. Unfortunately she was only slightly better than her earlier oral effort on cock. “Do have ANY experience?” While keeping her mouth on the pussy Lea looked up and shook her head no. The mistress smiled a playful smile. “Sorry, I’ve got my quota of newbies. Out.”
Lea rose and walked through the door to the next room... A lump came to her throat as she immediately understood the activity. They were attaching the brackets that were part of the displays against the walls in the dining room. So, she was to become a piece of girlmeat displayed on the wall. Lea thought about how she’d fingered Evelyn... ordered her cunt fillet grilled... eaten her delicious cunt... How long did she have before her newly shaved pussy would be on someone’s dinner plate... in someone’s stomach...? As her agitation crept toward panic she visualized the glowing hot branding iron - searing the red collared girl’s ass - the indescribable muffled shrieks... She resolved herself to do anything it took to avoid such a horrible fate.
“Sit.” The man pointed to one of the empty wheelchairs. Once the brackets were in place it would be difficult for the girls to walk; much faster to move them with the chairs. Lea hadn’t paid any attention to the brackets earlier. Now it was a different matter. They were almost a solid bar of steel with a manacle on each end. One for the hands, one for the feet, when attached to the Lazy Susan in the floor and the overhead strut, they’d hold the arms and legs a shoulder width apart. A few adjustments and the bodies would be stretched tight. Lea felt the cold metal snapping closed around her wrists and ankles. And then the wait...
There were about a dozen girls already sitting when Lea arrived. But there wasn’t any kind of line. A coordinator stood behind a podium beside the elevator at the end of the room. He communicated with upstairs to keep a wide variety of meat displayed on the walls. The elevator doors opened and one of the large tuxedoed gentlemen rolled out an empty chair. The coordinator rolled in the replacement and the elevator doors were once again closed. Lea stared at the empty chair. The room was quiet...
The man worked about three girls ahead. He reviewed his notes, walking around studying his collection. He pointed to a statuesque brunette. “This one.” Two men rolled her to the final cleaning station in the corner. A last-minute enema, a healthy squirt of lube and a quick swab with a Handi Wipe marked the end of all the preparations.
Lea watched, trying her best to stay calm. Every time a girl left she wanted to scream. Every time a girl left she pictured the glowing branding iron and kept quiet... She was going to be on that wall. Her cunt was going to be on a plate. Would it imbue the diner with the same power she’d felt when she ate Evelyn’s pussy...?
And so the process went; new girls arriving, as many disappearing into the elevator... Lea found herself holding her breath each time the coordinator walked by... till... “This one.” His finger pointed at Lea. She barely registered the indignity of the enema or the strawberry lube squirted up her ass. She was moved close to the elevator. Lea wouldn’t be waiting much longer...
==================================================================
Chapter 7 ==================================================================
Lea closed her eyes, trying to slow her racing heart, trying to slow time itself... But nothing slowed; to the contrary, the pace girls departed had been steadily increasing. The elevator doors opened, the empty chair rolled out, Lea rolled in, time’s up...
Before the elevator opened Lea could tell something had changed. She could hear the loud thumping of dance music; and when the door opened, noise akin to a crowded bar scene. The smell of fine food and sex permeated the air. A second tuxedoed gentleman joined them and once again Lea found herself slung over the shoulder of a brawny man. A few short steps out of the service corridor and Lea was on her way to the wall...
The dining room was packed with a rowdy Friday night crowd. A multitude of noises mixed with the music as the patrons availed themselves of the many depraved pleasures of the club. Lea’s handlers threaded there way through the lively group to the location of the latest piece of doomed girlmeat. In short order Lea found herself taking the unlucky girl’s position. A final adjustment and Lea was stretched, left standing on her tiptoes.
Immediately an attractive couple in their late twenties showed an interest. The wife seemed particularly keen. “Matt, take a look at this one. She’s got just the kind of tits you like.”
The husband was right behind her. “Hmmm, let’s see what you’ve found.” Matt hefted Lea’s left breast. “A bit more than a handful, nice...” He continued to evaluate the tits, jiggling them, giving them a slap, squeezing them together, pinching her nipples... “Let’s get a look at that ass.” They spun the new slave around. Lea found rotating on the Lazy Susan to be quite disconcerting. Still, she managed to stay in control enough to play the required submissive role.
The husband spread Lea’s cheeks. “Looks good enough.” He spun Lea back around. “What are you thinking Adelle...?”
“Well I don’t see anything better...” The couple always liked to combine slave shopping with their Friday night dining experience. Bargain hunters were often rewarded by searching those slated for a culinary destination. “What’s your name hun?”
“Lea, madam.”
“Well Lea, what kind of experience do you have?” The woman’s manner was pleasant enough...
Lea’s brain went into overdrive. If she could just get out of this place she might find a chance to use a phone. But how should she answer? Nobody had been impressed with her so far. Any lie would be easily discovered... then what? “I’m learning... er, I’m learning how to be a good cuntlicker.”
“Good cuntlicker, that’s cute.” The wife seemed interested...
The husband, not so much. “Do you really want to fool with another novice?”
Lea felt the opportunity slipping away. “I want to be a good cocksucker too.”
“You hear that Matt, Lea wants to suck cock. And do you want to eat cumm too? Will you be a good little cumm-eater for my husband? Adelle had a mischievous grin.
“Yes, madam, I want to eat cumm.” Lea was prepared to say— no, prepared to DO whatever it took...
Matt smiled. “What about your ass? I don’t fuck slave cunt. Are you going to be a good little assfucker too?”
“Yes, sir, I want to be a good assfucker.” Whatever it took...
“Alright,” Matt gave his wife a quick kiss, “let’s give her a try.” He got their waitress’ attention. “We’d like to use this one at our table. And remove those clamp things; she’ll need to spread her legs properly.”
It wasn’t long before the tuxedo guys were back, releasing Lea and securing another piece in her place. Lea was brought to the couple’s table where she was surprised to see the two had removed all of their clothing. In fact the general state of nudity in the room was considerable; evoking images of some perverted raucous Roman orgy.
Matt and Adelle were entwined in a passionate embrace and didn’t notice the arrival of their play toy. Lea watched... they were a beautiful couple. Adelle’s lithe fashion model figure seemed to mold around Matt’s athletic build. As soon as Matt was aware of Lea’s presence he didn’t waste any time. “So you want to be a cuntlicker? Adelle, get on the table.
When they separated Matt’s stiff cock sprung into view, grabbing Lea’s attention. She needed to be a good cocksucker. What had the man downstairs said? Suck hard, use her tongue, get as much into her mouth as possible, she had to do better this time, she had to...
The naked wife followed her husband’s order, climbing up on the table, laying back; her knees dangling over the end. Adelle’s legs spread giving access to her already wet aroused sex. Matt snapped his fingers, “So get to work cuntlicker.” Lea switched her attention from cock to cunt, hastily bending over and pressing her face between Adelle’s soft thighs. Unlike the mistress downstairs, Adelle seemed more interested in Lea’s attention. And appreciative, her hips were soon grinding back against Lea’s inexperienced mouth. Matt watched, he knew what would get his wife off. “Suck her clit.” Lea sucked...
The waitress returned with an armful of items. Matt picked out the large black leather paddle. Shwap! “Aargh!” Lea’s hot breath rolled over Adelle’s wet pussy. SHWAP! SHWAP! “ARRRGH!” His solid forehand-backhand style tennis stroke buckled Lea’s knees. Her head reflexively jerked back bringing an abrupt halt to her sucking. The wide intense stinging pain was like nothing the new slave had experienced. Adelle immediately grabbed Lea’s hair and yanked the gasping mouth back where it belonged. Tears welled in her eyes as Lea tried harder to concentrate... sucking the gyrating pussy... She desperately needed to be a good cuntlicker...
A large portion of Lea’s cute ass had taken on a bright red hue. And Matt running his hand over it didn’t bring any relief to the stinging burn. Then quite unexpectedly she felt the intrusion of a small butt plug. It wasn’t too bad, just the unusual feeling she was using the bathroom. She continued her determined effort to get Adelle off. Her tight hole was barely settled around the foreign object when it was pulled out and a larger lubed plug shoved in. That hurt... the realization of what it would involve to be a good assfucker hit home.
Matt watched Adelle’s face, she was getting close. SHWAP! SHWAP! “MerErfErf!” Adelle’s tight grip kept Lea’s squealing mouth crushed against her wet pussy. Each stinging blow was made all the worse by Lea’s sphincter painfully clenching the butt plug. So close... SHWAP! SHWAP! “MerErfErf!” SHWAP! SHWAP! “MerErfErfErf!”
“mmm aahh...” as Adelle climaxed she released Lea’s hair leaving the sobbing gasping girl struggling to recover her breath. One task completed, most likely it would be the easiest...
Lea tried to regain a modicum of composure. She wiped the tears off her cheeks, sniffled in her drippy nose... For a brief moment her thoughts touched on her earlier pleasures from Donna, how she’d enjoyed cropping Donna’s ass, she’d enjoyed Donna’s squealing mouth... Now, if she was lucky, it was to be her squealing mouth desperately trying to please...
“Yaawgh!” Lea was snapped back to thoughts of a task not yet completed as her butt plug was roughly yanked out. Expecting to feel cock at any moment, instead it was another still larger plug Lea felt pushing into her ass. In reality the problem wasn’t so much the reasonably sized plug but the virgin nature of the extremely tight hole.
Adelle brushed Lea aside to get at her husband. Amorous kissing ensued... she wrapped her fingers around his hard cock... Lea could see the light bouncing off a shiny drop of pre-cum on the end of the penis. She couldn’t help staring... He wasn’t as big as Mr. Moore, thank God... Adelle’s lips parted from her husband to observed Lea’s gaze. Like Matt knew his wife, Adelle knew her husband, “Oh dear, I think our cuntlicker is thinking of cock sucking now.” She bent over and sucked the head of the dripping penis. “Mmmmm... nothing tastes better than husband cock.” The shiny wet drop was gone.
Adelle slipped two fingers into the D-ring on Lea’s collar and half slung her around behind Matt. “But before sucking cock... I think we need to assess your aptitude for ass eating.” That thought hadn’t entered Lea’s mind but she certainly wasn’t in a position to object. She went to her knees and tentatively started moving her face toward the cheeks... but it wasn’t fast enough. Adelle took a handful of blond ponytail. “If you don’t want to be an enthusiastic ass eater—” Before she could finish her sentence Lea had her tongue out and was straining against Adelle’s grip. When Adelle let go Lea’s face planted between Matt’s ass cheeks. “And you better get your tongue well into his ass hole...”
Adelle kissed her husband again before bending over and reapplying her capable sucking skills to his dick... Lea did her best... working her tongue in... trying to appear enthusiastic...
Matt enjoyed the oral stimulation for a minute, then calmly stated, “Butt fucking time.”
This was it; Lea pictured herself bent over the table, her poor ass being mercilessly pounded from behind. Matt was picturing something totally different. Adelle knew... Matt sat down in his chair. She positioned Lea standing in front of him and barked, “Present your ass.” Lea had to think, it seamed like a lifetime ago when she was reading those laminated instructions. She faced away, bent over a little, placed her hands on her thighs, making sure to arch her back...
Matt grabbed the exposed end of her butt plug. He gave it a little tug but her tight ass didn’t want to release the object so easily. His other hand pressed against her bottom, one big pull and he extracted the toy as well as an audible gasp from Lea. The sore sphincter snapped shut. Matt smiled, “What are you waiting for? You said you wanted to be a good assfucker. Show me what you can do.”
Understanding her role was not going to be passive was one thing. Knowing what to do was another. Adelle got her moving, “Sit on the cock!”
“Yes, madam,” Lea said with a scared shaky voice. She scooted back a little and started slowly squatting down. Matt put a hand on her butt, the other on his cock and helped guide the two together. She could feel the head of the penis pressing against her sphincter but the unwilling muscle was putting up a determined resistance.
Adelle broke the impasse, putting her hands on Lea’s shoulders she forcefully pushed down. “Aargh!” In a stroke Lea plummeted, skewering her ass to the hilt of Matt’s cock. Her face twisted into a grimacing expression.
Adelle snarled, “Don’t just sit there, move it assfucker.” Lea struggled, rising up a few inches before falling back. She tried again and managed to get a little further. It was some relief when Matt put his hands under her cheeks and started assisting.
Matt gave Lea some time to get accustomed to the cock in her ass. But the wonderful tight grip indicated the virgin bottom couldn’t relax; and that was just fine with him... “Faster.” Lea tried her best but before long her thigh muscles were burning... Little short whimpering sounds escaped her lips... Matt could feel her starting to quiver as her thighs approach the limit of there endurance... “Get off. Suck it.”
Words that might have normally evoked disgust instead were greeted with relief. Besides, Lea knew how clean her ass must be after the earlier preparations... She went down in front a Matt. It was an inescapable fact; she had to be a very good cocksucker... She sucked the slippery penis into her mouth... Strawberry lube, that’s all she could taste. Lea sucked hard like the young man had suggested. She moved her tongue, and like the young man suggested, with each sucking stroke she attempted to get more of Matt’s dick into her mouth.
For just a beginner, Lea was showing some promise. Adelle motioned for the waitress to get the bottle of lube ready. Lea’s cock sucking had effectively removed the solution. She moved to her husband’s side. Matt wrapped his arm around her and spent an enjoyable moment sucking one of his wife’s small tits. He was ready for harder action... “Get up.” Matt commanded.
Adelle knew what type of fun Matt enjoyed. She instructed their waitress to relube Matt’s dick. While it was applied Lea stood there, apprehensively eyeing Adelle pick up the black riding crop. It was just like the one Lea’d used on Donna...
Matt pulled Lea forward, she was facing him and straddling the chair. This time Lea knew what was expected. She reached between her legs grasping the cock, guiding it in. This was much easier, definitely not as strenuous on the thighs. While Lea couldn’t keep the grimace off her face she was able to effectively pump her ass up and down on Matt’s cock.
“Faster.” Lea tried to comply. She put her hands on the chair back to get some leverage. “Faster.” Lea tried harder... her ass hurt so much...
ShWACK! With the short quick stroke Adelle introduced Lea’s bottom to the crop. Lea had expected it... She tried to speed up, to be a good assfucker... ShshWACK! Damn, Lea didn’t think she could move any faster... ShshshWACK “Aargh!” The stinging pain was a brutal motivational tool. Each new stroke increased in intensity... ShshshshWACK! “Aargh!” Lea was already humping as fast as she could... That didn’t seem to influence Adelle. ShshshshWACK! “Aargh!” ShshshshWACK! “Aargh!”
However, Lea’s action was having a major influence on Matt. He suddenly pushed her off, “Suck it!” Lea barely got his dick in her mouth before it erupted. Cuntlicker, cocksucker, assfucker... now she had to be a good cumm-eater. As Matt’s semen spurted into her mouth she enthusiastically gulped it down. It wasn’t the ambrosial potion of her fantasy but she certainly swallowed it like it was. Lea was convinced the hot pumping flesh cumming in her mouth was going to be her salvation... or her demise...
Adelle ceased with the merciless cropping to tenderly press her chest against her husband’s face. Matt quietly savored the intimate moment while Lea dutifully sucked clean all traces of cumm from his cock. Then like she’d seen Kelly do with Mr. Moore, she softly suckled the dick, waiting for the couple’s next command...
==================================================================
Chapter 8 ==================================================================
Lea was kneeling between Matt’s legs, his dick gradually softening in her mouth... Under different circumstances she might have been pleased with her new accomplishments. But not today, not when her very existence lay in the balance...
Matt pulled his penis from Lea’s mouth. “Uh... hmmm... what do you think Adelle?”
His wife smiled. “Let’s put her on the table.”
Lea was helped up and put in the position Adelle was in earlier. With Matt on one side and Adelle on the other the couple started caressing her inner thighs. It was a welcome change to say the least. Then Adelle leaned over and started kissing Lea’s sex... lightly at first, then gradually adding her tongue to the mix... Lea’s abused and confused brain didn’t know what to feel... Matt took over, his rough stubble contrasted sharply with Adelle’s soft face. He sucked in the top half of her pussy, massaging the mound with his lips. And so the couple worked on Lea, trading her pussy back and forth between their experienced mouths...
Lea’s ass hurt like hell. Her sore bruised anus as well as the stinging welts from Adelle’s crop didn’t make for an easily arousable disposition. Still, for the first time in hours, Lea found herself starting to relax... Her twisted knot of fear slowly started to unwind. The couple’s expert oral caresses began to produce the desired response. Lea found herself slipping blissfully away from the reality of her dire situation...
The conversation around Lea seemed miles away... then the last snippet of something Adelle said popped in her ears. “... and the Cunt Florentine to finish.” Matt was still sucking on her pussy when she raised her head enough to see the waitress jotting down the last of their order.
Wait! Was that her cunt they were ordering! Lea’s body seized in one big shocking contraction.
Matt could feel the abrupt change through his tongue. He abandoned his considerate attempt to get Lea off. “Oh well, no happy ending for this one...”
Lea wanted to scream - explain her situation - she wasn’t supposed to be on the menu - she’d just eaten dinner here herself... But then what about Evelyn? What could she have said to escape her and Mr. Moore? Anything? Those empty cages, she wasn’t the only one making that trip down the elevator. The image of the red hot iron searing soft flesh... The consequences of speaking out...
The waitress grasped Lea’s D-ring and led the trembling piece of girlmeat toward the Kitchen... They passed raucous exhibits of depravity, fantastic dishes of food... Lea’s time for depravity was over. Her time to be a delicious gourmet dinner was here...
The waitress pulled Lea through the door. Glass walls divided the kitchen into four separate areas. First the intake room with the Chopmate; then the butcher’s floor followed by the actual kitchen. Completing the circle, the area for order pick-up. Fit naked girls came in one door, extraordinary meals left through another.
Lea looked on in total dread. There were two girls hanging upside down on the conveyor and two men were busily working to get a third ready. She was perched on a stool while they connected a hoist to her leg bracket. In no time she was airborne and quickly transferred to the track. The auto-start button was pushed, sending the first of the girls into the reach of the Chopmate. Lea watched the arms close around the neck; the headcatcher obscured the face... Beep – Beep – Beep – Shooonk! In an instant girl was transformed into motionless side of fresh meat. It was carried down the track into the butcher’s room making room for another. So this is what Mr. Moore had meant by chopping machine...
The waitress checked her pad and wrote a number on Lea’s belly. The black ink said it all, Lea was dinner order 197. The waitress busily typed at the computer station by the door, Breast Parmesan times two, Butt Cheek Scallopini, Butt Cordon Bleu, Cunt Florentine. The little ballet of machine motion started again... then paused... Beep – Beep – Beep – Shooonk!
Lea was on the stool - leg brackets being reapplied - additional zip ties secured her arms. Nothing focuses the mind like seeing heads removed... Lea whispered, “Please, sir, I just want to be a good cocksucker.”
The man smiled... she was a cute little thing... then he gave her a nasty titty-twister, “No Talking.”
Lea let out a high pitched yelp! The hoist lifted her feet, her legs, her butt, she was completely upside down. A slight jolt, she was on the conveyor. Damn! This was it! Such an odd thought, she wasn’t going to be telling any stories on Monday... One girl to go and then Lea’s story telling days were over...
And then she was moving, the grinding noise of the gears seamed deafening. No one else seamed to notice. It stopped; the noise of the closing Chopmate arms filled the room, then the headcatcher... then... Beep – Beep – Beep – Shooonk! Oh God! She could hear the head bouncing against the light metal ductwork as it fell, like a sledgehammer striking a 55 gallon steel drum!
So there she was, order number 197, waiting while the next girl was loaded... it was happening so fast. She felt totally exhausted; the adrenalin was burning her energy till there seemed to be nothing left... The motor engaged, in seconds Lea was in front of the Chopmate. One arm closed, then the other. It was wet, oh God! The headcatcher rose, the noise was deafening as the tube encircled her face. Just enough light to see the sticky liquid dripping down the sides, oh God! Would she still be conscious when part of her bounced down the disposal chute?! Lea closed her eyes, trying to force her cheekbones to her forehead... Beep – Beep – Beep –
Simultaneously the headcatcher and arms retracted. Lea could see one of the tuxedoed gentlemen standing by the door, looking a little out of place. His God like hand was on the big red emergency stop button. The hoist wasn’t near the Chopmate making it difficult to get Lea safely down from the track. But they manage, and without dropping her on her still very attached pretty head. Her leg bracket and zip ties were quickly removed, then the men were back to their usual routine...
Tuxedo guy proceeded to clean Lea up with a squirt bottle and a few paper towels. She had some girlmeat blood on her neck and shoulders which wiped off easily enough. The order number on her belly took some determined scrubbing but it too finally disappeared. Once clean he picked up the spent girl and tossed her over his shoulder. As they departed... Beep – Beep – Beep – Shooonk!
They were threading their way through the noisy dining room. Lea didn’t try to look around, to figure out what was going on. She closed her eyes. If only somehow she could fall asleep - wake up in her bed - it would all have been a dream... But her mistreated ass was providing a testament to something other than a dream... They passed through the dining room door into the Lobby. As the big man set her down Lea opened her eyes.
She turned around... Mr. Moore was standing in front of her with a soft smile on his face. At his side were Kelly and Donna, both now fully clothed. Kelly was holding Lea’s knee socks and shoes... Neatly folded in Donna’s hands was the school uniform... Lea was speechless... had this been a joke, a test, some kind of perverted fun, why had she been put through this dreadful experience?!
Two well dressed couples entered through the front door. Walking by one offered a spontaneous opinion, “Nice tits.”
Lea became embarrassingly aware of her nudity. She took a tentative step toward Donna. The slave held out her hands putting the clothes within easy reach. Lea cautiously took her panties and put them on. Then her bra, she dressed faster, the plaid skirt, the white blouse, finally her knee socks and shoes. Having been sans attire for several hours this simple process of dressing felt like putting on armor. Lea didn’t say a word. It was an unusual silence to say the least...
Mr. Moore wasn’t sure how to proceed. Dealing with the silent treatment was not a skill he’d needed to acquire... He had a set of handcuffs and a leash for each slave. He snapped them on the two and offered Lea Donna’s leash. Lea remained stationary and stubbornly mute... Who could know what thoughts lay in the mind of a teenage girl. Mr. Moore certainly didn’t and decided to make for his limo...
Lea followed, keeping her distance, breathing a sigh of relief when she’d passed the grasp of the final doorman. He was plainly surprised to see the cute plaid skirted schoolgirl walk out. In the months he’d worked at the club he’d seen several enter, but never had he watched one leave...
Mr. Moore’s shiny black limousine pulled up. When the chauffeur saw his boss with baggage he hopped out to help. “Would you like them in the back or in the trunk, sir?”
“The trunk.” Mr. Moore passed the leashes to his driver. His more immediate concern was Lea, who’d stopped short of the limo. He opened the rear door, politely motioning for her to get in.
Lea stayed back... a primal risk-reward calculation seesawed inside her... Free of the club and seeing Donna climbing into the trunk, it was impossible to dismiss the exquisite pleasure she’d had with the slave, her slave, was it really her slave...? That wonderful smoke smell filled the crisp air... But what about Mr. Moore? Would he subject her to more terrifying experiences? Exactly what happened here tonight...?
Mr. Moore needed advice. He climbed into the back of his limousine and made a phone call. Lea watched him talking, watched the trunk close, watched the chauffeur get back behind the wheel... Mr. Moore concluded his conversation, closed the limo door. The window rolled down, Lea’s book bag appeared in the opening...
The book bag, with her phone and wallet... Lea stared at the lifeline to her mother and help... She cautiously approached the vehicle, close enough to grab the bag. Immediately she could hear her phone play the distinctive ringtone she’d assigned to her mom...
Lea’s relief on hearing the friendly voice soon turned to vexation after listening to her mother’s confession. Her distrust of Mr. Moore was totally unfounded as the whole nightmare scenario had been of her mother’s design. A plan she’d worked out with her friends Matt and Adelle to give Lea a walk-a-mile-in-another’s-shoes type experience. Something she’d insisted on before allowing her daughter to move into Mr. Moore’s lascivious mansion. As it transpired the only thing her boyfriend was guilty of was the lovely gesture of buying Lea her very first slave...
Lea stared at the limo... the sex slaves stowed in the trunk... The whole idea was... enthralling... She knew what it was like to be powerless; she was equally powerless now... Lea joined Mr. Moore in the back of his fancy black limousine...
The end
–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Authors notes:
Years ago I played with a program called Poser and produced some “art”. I’m making it available in an 11 meg zip file. Two items relate directly to this story: Le Chateau du Femme.jpg (girlmeat on the wall) and the loop Chopmate.avi
URL: http://www66.zippyshare.com/v/72452507/file.html
Zip file: rplatzmisc1.zip (zip file password to prevent unintended viewing)
Password: artwork
If you appreciated this story please consider leaving a comment in the review section.
Far into the future my curiosity (ego) demands I check back periodically to see how many have downloaded my stories.
–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Review This Story || Email Author: rplatz