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7/23/2023 5:53 am

Chapter Thirteen

He hung in shame, his heart in his stomach as he watched Sophie's eyes glaze over with the pain of the prod. He could not look at her eyes, feeling responsible for the pain she had just endured at his actions. He understood that he was in new territory now that he had never dealt with before. There would be no safe word for him to code out on, no alarm that would ring to signal the end of the session. This had just become all to real for him as he watched them continue to wash her down and he felt them roughly working and washing his body off as well.

The bathing and cleaning complete, Marcus grinned as he studied the two, seeing the pain and sorrow in both their faces as he lowered them to the ground. No matter how often new meat was warned, they had to learn the hard way it seemed. Not that he minded, some days, he just loved his job, and this day was one of them. He secured his controls and approached the group as the staff took their places behind and to the sides of the slaves and he stopped to inspect them.

"I am going to remove the gags from your mouths," he told the two who stood before him with their heads lowered, "But you are not to speak unless spoken to, or we can find more filling toys to keep you quiet. Do you understand me slaves?" Both nodded, keeping their eyes down and mumbles of "Yes Sir" were heard from both of the slaves. "Good," Marcus said as he nodded to the men who began to wheel the next stations into the area while the girls reached behind the slaves and undid their gags.

As the bit gags were removed from their mouths, both slaves sighed loudly then grew quiet as they exercised their jaw muscles which had gone stiff from the amount of time they had been gagged. Both caught quick looks at each other, but did not let their heads move much as to not draw the wrath of their trainer. He ran his tongue along his lips to try and wet them and to help calm his nerves. They both heard noise behind them as something was being wheeled into the training center, but neither knew what was to be done next, their feelings about what was happening during the cleaning, were paid as much attention to as one would do with a cat or that needed to be cleaned.

Marcus was pleased so far with what he read in their body language. He had been doing this long enough that he could see the body's acceptance of it's fate, even before the slave themselves realized that their spirit had been collared and contained. He was not sure of the fate of either of them, he could see why the girl had been taken, but had no clue yet as to why this VIP wanted the male. But his was not to reason why, his was to make them ready for what was to come, and it was seeing the light sink into the brains of these slaves, that he found a rush as hope was replaced by the reality of their new lives.

He walked over between the new stations and stood between them as he looked at the slaves. "Look up meat," he said, and watched both slaves obey quickly. He chuckled as their eyes widened and the male shook his head in disbelief at what he had for them. "These are specially designed stocks for the through cleaning and inspection of the meat that passes from here to the VIP chambers of the club and for other party venues around the world slaves." I make sure that all slaves are prepared and cleaned thoroughly as part of the inspection process that only Grade A Slave meat leaves the kitchens of the Club Aphrodite."

As he opened the top latch and lifted the top part of the stocks, the girls took the leashes of the slaves and guided them closer to this next test. The two slaves exchanged glances as they cautiously moved across the wet floor, their bare feet shackled and keeping their stride short, and their hands bound behind them, they were unable to resist being freely moved as much as their restrains would let them to this new test. The slaves cautiously stood before the platform as the men opened the base where the two would step into the unit and have it secured around their ankles. Both slaves took a deep breath and at the persistant tugging of their leashes, they stepped up and into the slots and found their legs spread and locked into place, and the sound of the frame being resecured echoed around the room as the floor board was locked into place.

"You both are learning to be quiet and obey," Marcus said as he watched them being locked into place. "Perhaps you can learn and impress your new Owner with the tricks you can learn as the good lil pets you are." He laughed as he slapped both their asses and nodded to the girls, "Pull 'em into place ladies," he said as the slaves were pulled forward and bent over at the waist as their heads were guided into the center slots. Neither of the slaves could resist even if they wanted to, so they complied and laid their heads into the center slots, and as the girls cleared their hair, the men moved into place, starting with him, they undid his handcuffs and placed his wrists into the slots on either side of his head and lowered the top beam down and closed it over his head, pining him in place. He let out a sigh of frustration as he felt the lock being secured and the padlock clicked into place, and he stood there, bent at the waist, his legs spread wide, his ass pushed out and displayed with his cock and balls hanging down between his legs. Marcus grinned as he walked around the man and squeezed his sac, causing the slave to hiss softly at the pressure as the girls took Sophie through the same lock down procedures and bent her at the waist and locked her into place as well.

Both were now secured in the stocks, questions filling their eyes, but other then a nervous lick of their tongue accross a lower lip or a slight shaking of the body, both slaves stood quietly knowing that however humilaiting this might make them look, there was certainly more being planned for them. Both slaves were learning that what was to be done with them would be done with them, whether they liked it or not, but if by obeying promptly and doing as they were told, it might not always need to be a painful lesson taught that their lives were being changed for ever.

The squeaky noise of wheels filled the air as the girls each wheeled in a stand similar to what what Hospitals used to hang iv bags on the hook and then run the attachments from the stand into the patients. Both slaves were unable to look up and see the stands, although they could hear them being wheeled to them and around them as they began to feel the ache of being bent in half and locked into place. Marcus grinned as he nodded to the two teams and the girls began to prepare the mixture and the guys rolled the stands back by the slaves asses and took some lubricant out and prying apart the slaves ass cheeks, the began to rub the ooze across the the cheeks.

Sophie gasped as her rear was opened to lubrication and he growled low and struggled in his stocks as Marcus knelt down between them and laughed softly. "I told you, no slave meat comes through here without a through inspection and cleaning, for I will not serve anything less the Grace A meat that has been properly cleaned and prepared to the of this club." He smiled when the girls signaled the potion was ready and he took the first tube and nozzle and moved behind the male slave, and pushed the hose against his ass.

Instinct fired up as the slave clenched his cheeks together to try and prevent what he now knew was going to happen, and Marcus chuckled as again another male slave thought he could be prevented from being washed out in this manner. As he reached down and squeezed hard on the slave's cock and balls, he growled softly, "remember her screams from last time boy?"

"Yes Sir", came the soft spoken reply from the front of the stocks. "Then accept your fate and save her any additional pain from what this may do to your egos. Trust me, your egos have no place now in your new world." Marcus grinned as he saw the slave take a deep breath and sigh slowly and unclench his ass cheeks. He would give the boy credit, he knew when to stop and save the girl from pain, and accept his fate.

"Much better meat," came the trainer's reply as he pushed the tube into the asshole and kept a steady hand there as the body's natural desire to push out was ridden through and the hose was pushed in to a point where the ball could be inflated so that the fluid flowing in, would not be allowed to escape the way it came. Once that was secured, he stepped back and slapped the ass of the slave and adjusted the flow so that the fluid began to run down the tubing and into the body. He smiled as he knew how red the face of the slave would be from this forced enema, and he heard the low growl and struggle in his stocks which proved him right.

Sophie could not see what had happened, but at hearing the growl of her companion, she felt for him, and then felt her eyes widen as her ass cheeks were also spread apart and a wet lubricant was lathered along her backside. She moaned as she felt her sex being explored and squealed softly at the insertion of the hose into her ass. She now knew what had caused him to react as he did, as her body fought the insertion of the tubing, but she felt their steady hand, as if they had done it before, work through her attempts to expel it, then she felt a slight swelling inside her as the inflation of the ball, secured it inside her and she settled in and moaned as the fluids began to flow into her, as the total cleansing of both slaves continued.

Marcus moved to a phone and picked it up to send a message to the desk, while the men wheeled out two trays and chairs to place in front ot the slaves, while the girls grinned at each other and went to a cupboard and brought out the tools they would use during the cleaning process. They chatted with each other as they sat down in front of the slaves and each girl told the slave in front of her to unclench their hand and leave it out palms up. A puzzled look crossed the slaves faces, as the girls uncovered the tray beside them and took up the tools and began to give a manicure to each slave's hands.

The surrealness of the moment was not lost on the male slave as he looked in amazement at what was happeneing to them. He turned his head as best he could to see the same treatment was being applied to Sophie, then groaned as he felt a stomach cramkp hit him whle the fluid continued to flow into his ass. He could feel his stomach distend from the washing out, and bent over as he was, it made him look like he was bloating from the steady pressure of the water running into his body from the enema.

Sophie stood there as confused by the turn of events as he was, seeing her hands tended to and worked on, while her stomach bloated with the pain of the water flooding into her ass and causing her body to cramp with building pains as the full bags of water were drained into each of their asses in a steady flow. She also heard a click and small buzz, that soon became obvious to her when she felt it on her sex and pussy. She gasped at the sensations and then her eyes flew open as she felt her breasts being wrapped and bound in rope. So much was happening to her that she could barely process it all. She wondered if her lover knew what was happening to her and how her friend here was handling what was happening to him.

She felt a slap on her ass and heard the voice of her trainer. "This cow has sucked up her juices quite nicely," Marcus said as he saw that the container of soapy fluid and been full drained into the female. "Make sure her beasts are wrapped tightly and then plug the hole and let her percolate under the embrace of the enema before she is washed down once more and prepared for placement on the serving table." "Yes, Sir," came the reply from the couple working on the girl.

Marcus moved over and squeezed the balls and sac of the slave and got the groan and moan he wanted as he checked on the fluid dispersal in this slave. He could see that the bag too was also drained and he reached for the plug that would be strapped into it's ass and locked into place. The butt plug, would have to be ready to move into place, before the backwash of fluid forced it's way out, but Marcus knew the widening of the anus would hold sufficinetly enough to plant it in deeply before the body could contract, and as he pulled out the small ball on the hose that kept it in place during draining, he heard a small pop and a gasp from the male as he felt the pressure.

The butt plug was 6 inches long and had to be pushed all the way upto the cheeks to be secured around the slave's waist, and he could not be worried about gentleness or the cleaniing process would have to start all over, and that was a rookie mistake he learned about and how to avoid a long time ago. Quickly pulling the hose out, of him, seeing a small dribble of clear fluid leak down the slave's leg, he pushed the plug tight up against the asshole and with a grunt, saw the dildo slip right into the widened hole before the body could shut down and begin to expel the fluid.

It was a strange scene to view for any who had not worked the room before. Two naked slaves, locked in stocks, being given manicures to their hands, locked in place, while medical stands with soapy waters drained into their asses. Then, while they were locked into place on the stocks, have the first tube pulled and replaced by the butt plug . Marcus pushed the dildo deep into the male's ass, which caused him to growl and struggle as the straps were wrapped around his legs and stomach and pulled in tight, pulling the dildo deeper into the ass, until the plug sealed the asshole shut, and the build up of pressure could begin to firmly teach the power of obedience and the cost of rebellion to both of these new slaves.

The slave shook and struggled and the girl working his manincure pushed back a bit, knowing that there would be the adjustment to the butt plug that would have to be accepted. Marcus took a crop and lashed his ass 10 times and drew a loud shout and curse from the slave. "I thought I told you boy," Marcus said as he reached for the crop, "that defiance would be dealt with, and no one needs to hear you cursing."

Both slaves stood there gasping and wondering what was to come next. "It seems boy that you forget, others will suffer for your sins as well as you." Marcus saw the eyes of both slaves open wide and the girl began to shake her head no as he lashed out and laid 12 lashes across her pussy and clit and the howls of her suffering filled the room.

The male slave sagged in his stocks and groaned in frustration as he heard the girl suffering from his loss of control. Then he moaned as the cramps from the enema added to the humiliation he was feeling as he had to hear her sobbing and gasping for breath after Marcus finished flogging her sex.
While the staff members got her butt plug dildo out and ready, Marcus did not forget the man, and lashed the dangling sac and hard cock 10 times, and with the exception of a loud gasp of air at the first lash falling, the boy kept his mouth shut during the remainder of the punishment.

Sophie barely heard the lashes on the other slave, her body racked with pain from the lashes across her sex and the cramping of the stomach from the work of the enema. Tear dropped down her cheeks as she closed her eyes and wondered why this had all happened to her. She was so lost in her own world of pain, that she at first did not feel them move behind her and pry open her ass. But Marcus and his staff had not forgotten her, as she too would need to be plugged and allowed to have the enema concoction percolate more intensely inside her.

Meanwhile the men waited for a signal from Marcus, and when he nodded, her ass cheeks were pried apart and as her tubing was deflated and then jerked out from inside her, causing a squeal from the girl. Marcus shoved the butt plug dildo into the widened opening of the ass hole before the body retained it's normal narrow opening. He rode her shaking body as he pushed the dildo deeper into her ass and she let loose with a shout....."Oh Mon Dieu, c'est trop Grand" she cried loudly as the straps were wrapped around her legs and waist, locking the butt plug into place and sending her deeper into a world of sensory overload as now both slaves were filled and plugged and racked with the cramps that come from this cleaning.

Marcus stepped back and slowly walked around the slaves to inspect the work of his team. The eyes of both slaves were glazed and minimally responsive, as a sheen of sweat coated both their bodies. He could see the red marks forming where both had been punished and knew them to be well placed marks that would fade in time and leave no physical trace, but the emotional one would linger for days to come. "Let's roll them into the next room then people," he told his team after checking the work of his girls on the manicure, and as the men pushed the stocks forward, the movement of the devices rattling the slaves, trapped there in, Marcus knew that his people were doing their jobs well, to prepare these two for their next stop in life, cleaned and prepared for the meal of their lives, as their Owner would wold dine on them, and if She liked what she tasted in them, the club would earn the purchase price, his team would earn bonuses and he would get a weekend at the destination of his choice, with any female he wanted from the club's list of and customers, from Hollywood star to American Idol, the weekend would be his to enjoy with some of the sweetest ass to be worked in the world.

He would have that bonus, and so would his team. As for these two, he chuckled softly, "Ce la vie" as their stations were locked in place in the next cleaning room, and he reached behind each slave and found the switch on the back of each butt plug and activated the first stage of the vibrating program. He chuckled as he heard moans from both slaves as they felt the anal vibrations from the dildo butt plugs. He knew that this pleasure along with the pain would further strip them down to that core essence of slave that would allow them to learn and survive what was yet to come.


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