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7/27/2023 7:10 am

Chapter Seventeen

The two slaves were rolled out of the room and into the final stage of their being served up as part of the private party the Mistress was hosting. The girl laid quiet, resting, her mind almost in another world as she was maneuvered from her delivery tray onto the serving table. The souse chefs approached her with the oils' and began to coat breasts and chest and legs as she lay on her back. She kept her eyes closed as their hands maneuvered up and down her body, showing no interest for her or her feelings and prodding and stroking her body parts and causing a moan to slip thru her gagged lips.

The room nurse in her tight white form fitting outfit moved in as the souse chefs moved to the top and bottom of the tray and took firm grasps of the girl's limbs and secured her quickly. She was too tired to struggle, although part of her mind was trying to tell her to resist. The exhaustion her body felt from what all had been done to her this night, overwhelmed any commands her mind was screaming out to her body. She was in shock, not only from the pain and humiliation of the evening, but stunned at how her body betrayed her and at the intensity of the orgasms she had felt this night.

Sophie tried to look at the Nurse to see what she was doing, but had her head pulled back down to the table as the Nurse stepped up with her syringe and wiped a spot on the side of the girl's breast. The Nurse had done her work before and knew just where the injection would need to be, to do what it needed to do to prime and prepare the girl for what was coming next. She moved the needle into place and with a quick action of her steady hand she plunged the needle into the slave girl's breast.

Sophie's eyes opened wide in shock and a whimper of confusion slipped past her lips as she tried to look down at her breasts and the Nurse who was moving to the other side of the table. She was not sure what had been injected into her body, but the sting of the needle reminded her again, that her body was not her own, and she winced at the sensation that was beginning to flood the affected breast. The nurse paused and smiled to herself at the reaction of the girl. She reached down and rubbed the slave's sex and massaged her there, knowing that the rush of the medications would be quickened as the rush of sexual want flooded the slave's body.

The Nurse had done this before with countless slaves of both sexes, so She knew how to find the clit on this slave and stroke it into hardness, and once She felt the blood rush into the clit, She swabbed it and quickly let the needle in her hand dart in and inject into the swollen nub. The muffled shout from the slave strapped to the table grew and her efforts to escape intensified as the pain of the shot startled her more then hurt her, but the medication being injected into her clit hood, began to work through the girl's body and cause the lips to plump and swell.

As the Nurse smiled and moved to the other side to inject the other breast with the medication, She nodded to the orderlies who made sure to secure and strap the male into place as she would be tending to him next. She paused to caress the French girl's cheek and see the glazed look flood her eyes, showing the medication was beginning to work it's effects on the body. She knew that for the best results, to please the and to keep her own ass out of harm's way, both slaves must be drugged properly, and the girl would be easier to bring to full lactation capabilities if medicated, so the pumps would be able to stimulate and collect the milk that was sought from this female cow. The male would be medicated to keep him hard and erect for the bemusement of those who would see how well he could be maintained and toyed with before being drained of his juices as well.

She checked the heartbeat and pulse on the girl, noticing the medication doing it's actions, of immobilizing the body, while stimulating the hormones required for the breast play. She nodded her head to the souse chefs who undid sophie's bonds, rolled her over and into pace on the serving tray, securing her legs in the spread eagled position, leaving her pussy and rear accessible, and they positioned her so her breasts dropped down through the cut out holes so they could be fitted for the milking procedure that would both entertain and refresh the Party goers. As she made her way over to where the man was oiled down back and front and secured on his back, she saw that sophie's handlers had begun oiling down her backside from head to toe, and began laying decorative mixes of fruit and cheeses along side her torso. A Funnel gag was slipped into the slave girl's mouth and the tubing ran up to a Medical Stand that held fluids that would be fed into the girl to keep her hydrated and fluid while the milking was ongoing.

As she approached the male, she studied him as she prepared his injection. This one was bigger then the girl, so would require more medication for the demands to be placed on him. She reached for the harness that would be wrapped around his cock and balls, securing it and isolating the balls while keeping the cock accessible and able to rise to the needs of the event. She smiled as she raked her fingernails lightly down his body and saw the trail of goosebumps respond to her touch and the soft moan that slipped past his gagged lips as she began to swab down his scrotum to prepare for the injection.

The souses chefs assigned to him, had already oiled down his body, front and back and the glow of the skin was evident, the marks from his testing glowing brightly on his skin showing where he had been tenderized in the preparatory process. She grabbed hold of his sac and squeezed the balls gently in her hand to get a feel for them and find the place where she would make the injection of the meds that would keep him stiff and erect for hours. She was curious as to why he had been blindfolded, unlike the girl, but she was not surprised at the Lectern mask slipped over his lower face. She knew sometimes they people enjoyed hearing the sounds of suffering from the slaves and at times, guests would straddle the meat to be orally pleasured and it seemed like this might be the fate of the meet lying down, stripped, shaved from the neck down, spread eagled, oiled and lubed and soon to be gifted with a raging hard on that would be used to amuse others and torment and remind him of his new role in life.

She found the base of the scrotum sac and with her usual precise movement, slipped the needle into the skin, heard the groan of pain as the slave felt the needle pierce his flesh and she administered the stimulant into his loins. She then made sure the harness was wrapped into place and that his balls were situated in their own slots and the leather was locked around the base of his shaft, knowing that before he was wheeled out of the room, his cock would respond to the medication and grow stiff and firm, ready to stay erect and useful for the Dinner guests for the duration of the event.

As the souse chefs scurried between the counters with the food and the slaves tabled and laid out in place and in display form for the event, she moved between the two trays and studied both slaves to see how the medication was kicking into effect. She grinned and shivered at the same time, knowing that at one time she had been affixed to a table like this, till her nursing skills had been discovered and she had been spared a permanent fate and hired on at the club to work on the medical staff for the VIP portion of the club, and attend to the first aid needs of the club action that took place over their heads, as the unaware sheep bleated and grinded together, oblivious to the darker purposes this club served.

She saw the milking device wheeled in and she knelt down to fit the suction cups into place over the breasts that had fallen into the holes and were dangling now like a cow's udders, ready to be milked. She was pleased as she tweaked the nipple and felt the slave moan and she was pleased to see how firm and swollen the nipple and breast looked as it was forced into the hole. The swelling of the breast from the tight hole it had been fitted into was becoming quite apparent and the suction of the machine would keep the meat swollen and better able to pump the milk from her breasts. The machine was placed on a small tray underneath and to the back of the girl. She would not see the machine itself, but she would certainly feel the effects of it as it pumped with a steady flow and would extract the milk from the French slave's breasts, and anything else if they kept the machine working too long.

As the souse chefs strapped sophie down, on the serving tray, they began to lay garnishes alongside her body, framing it in a field of green as they sliced the cheese and meat slices that would be used and laid out across the girl's body from the base of her neck all the way down her torso and across her thighs and calves. They placed small dishes of dressing in each corner for the guests to use as they poured the first mix of fluids into the funnel stand and watched the water begin to flow down the tube and into the girl's mouth to keep her wet and hydrated. The Nurse watched as they pulled the specially designed candle holder out and coated it's phallus like base and moved to the midpoint of the tray and as one souse chef pried the slave's ass cheeks apart, the other one began to push the candleholder into her ass.

This caused a loud moan to escape sophie's lips as her eyes opened wide while she swallowed the water that was being dripped into her lips. The Nurse moving to the front of the serving tray, flicked her penlight across the girl's eyes for responsiveness and saw a flicker of following the light which showed that although the drugs had taken effect, the meat was aware and feeling everything that was happening to her. The candle would be lit and any movement of her ass or legs during the evening would cause a splatter of the candle wax over the girl's body. The Nurse knew the wax would not leave much damage, but the oils that had been basted onto the body of the salve would accentuate the heat factor and make it feel more intense on a body that could not offer much resistance to the fallen and dripping wax.

As the candle was secured and the slave moaned softly while sucking on the water she was being fed, the Nurse turned to the male and looked him over. The lectern half face mask was strapped over his mouth and he lay there spread eagled and glistening as they basted his body and all parts of him from the neck down with the oils. She could see his eyes closed and his chest rising quicker as the medications were kicking into effect. She saw his cock growing and stiffening, and knew his balls would be swelling in the harness that was strapped around his cock and scrotum. The girl would have the candle coming out of her ass, this one would have his cock hard and lubricated and accessible to anyone who wanted to stroke it and use and humiliate the male slave.

She moved in and checked his heart beat and lungs. She knew they were still her responsibiiity to care for during the event and what could fall on her if she failed to attend to the needs of the slaves, and she did not wish to endure a week in private discipline. She checked his pulse and allowed herself a moment to appreciate how well the souse chefs had basted this one in his oils and how well his cock was responding to the medicnes. She stroked his firm shaft and felt the lubricated organ respond to her touch and shwe felt his body suck in some air at the contact. She stroked the shaft quietly and watched the balls swelling in thier harness, turning a nice color from the restricted blood flow. She leaned in and kissed the head softly, leaving her lipprints as a ring around the head and moved up to take his pulse.

His eyes were closed as she found his wrist, strapped in place over his head and placed her fingers in the right place to feel the pulse. As she did, his eyes snappeed open and his glance found her eyes and She stopped what she was doing as their eyes locked into place and she felt his eyes, peering over the half mask that covered his lips and mout hone in on her and seemingly stare deep into her soul. She felt his eyes hold her gaze and see things inside her that no one could see, she shivered in the intensity of the hazel eyes as they locked with hers and studied her while strapped down to the serving tray. The noise and hustle of the souse chefs faded into the background as she totally felt herself being drawn deep into his gaze. Her lip quivered as she could not break the stare and even though she knew herself clothed and in the room with others, She felt as if she was stripped nude, standing before him, nothing she could hide from him about her actions and choices and what she did to keep herself safe and what she would do to make sure her secrets were safe.

As tears filled her eyes, her lips moving softly in words no one could hear in the hubub of the galley, the meat being chained into place and oiled up, the foods being placed across the bodies of both the female and male, she felt a souse chef rush past her and bump into her, knocing her off balance and breaking the gaze. She stepped back startled and stunned at the effect those eyes had. She had never expereinced anything like that, and Lord knew she had checked the eys of numerous slaves who had been brought through the kitchen and prepared for serving. She noticed that he turns his head back and let his gaze stare upwards as the souse chefs completed decorating his body with a variety of sushi and a special garnish laid around his cock and balls, which she could tell were stiff and swollen and the balls had colored as the harness was intended for it to do. He would be suffering there for the evening, even as his cock glistens with the oils that had been rubbed into his shaft, and she could still see the trace of her lip prints around the head of his cock.

She found a chair and sat down, her legs still weakend and her heart aflutter from the fallout of that stare. She wondered what was in the soul of a slave that could generate such an emotional impact with his eyes. The French girl, she was normal, the Nurse looking over and seeing the suction of the cones pulling and pumping on the swollen breasts that were trapped and hanging underneath her serving tray as the cheeses and meats were strewn in a decorative plating across her body as well. She knew the girl's holes would all be used before the night was said and done, which is why she had been strapped down in the spread eagled position. The anal candlestick that was strapped down and into the French girl's ass, was strapped around her hips and waist to hold it in place. The candle would burn well and the wax drippings would create their own pattern of color and struggle as the hips and ass would cause her to splatter the wax on her lower back and legs, and that would amuse the crowd to no doubt.

The souse chefs were wrapping up their work as they prepared the two slaves to be served as dinner for the VIP Mistress who had ordered these two from the menu and left specific instructions as to how they were to be served. The Master chef would come by to make sure of the work, and the Nurse knew she would have to report the medical side of preparations had been concluded and she would move to the viewing room to monitor and make sure the slaves were controllable during the meeting that the VIP would be having with Her guests as they talked over business and dined off of and amused themselves with the meal and the slaves that were being served up. The Nurse knew that pending how the evening went, the fate of the slaves would be determined by how well they endured and responded to the handling of their bodies this night. If they continued to please, they would be cleaned up and secured for package and to be shipped off to their next training venue while traces of their existance would be eliminated byt the tech people that worked for the club.

She also knew from cleanup sessions that she had to supervise, if either or both were found wanting, the potential for problems would be disposed of as the bodies of the slaves would be carved up and recycled into service for the club. The blood would be collected and frozen for later events and the meat would be carevd up and stored for use in future menus that would be used to feed the humans that danced blissfully on the club dance floor, unaware of what happened below them, as those VIP's and friends of the Club Owners, sated their desires on the flesh of men and women who either found new lives as slaves, or lost their lives in ultimate service to the club, even the skeletal remains were sometimes used as decorative functions for the play rooms, while the rest of the remains were ground up and disposed of in ways she had only heard of and prayed she would never have to find out for herself.

She watched as the Master Chef inspected the two slaves bound and served up on his trays. She saw him check for coloring, resraint and the way the foods were laid across the nude bodies. She knew the oils and basting juices he had cfreated in the kitchens here, weer designed to react with the body chemistry of each piece of meat, creating a scent and texture that would be unique to that piece of slave meat. That way the sense of smell for the Diner and guests would be engaged along with the visual sight of bound slave meat draped in fine foods. The Master Chef reached between the legs of the French slave and probed and manipulated her sex to see that the natural juices of her body flowed, to interminx with the oils and jump start the dining scent the slut would be eminating during the dinner. The Nurse also knew that the heat of the candle would also stimulate the chemsitry of the oils and slave juices and flavor the meat with a smoky aroma as the wax and heat mixed with the oils and natural sweat from the French slut, to bring out a flavor that would be found no where else in the world.

Slaves had been bid on and sold off in frantic auctions sometimes, when the scent of the slave, mixed with the oils and body jucies stimulated the palates of the Power Players that partied in this aprt of the club, and oftimes took the playtoys home with them. She stayed clear of the Master Chef, who she knew had his own special room set aside for any who messed up their work in his Kitchen. She had been called in on more then one occasion to tend to and see a staff member carted out of that room and taken to the medical ward and tended to after the Master Chef had expressed his displeasure on the unfortunate soul that had messed up. If they were good and he liked them, they would be allowed back to serve in the kitchen. If not, there was always other uses for staff members at the club, including being used as human decorations. She had seen several former kitchen memebers, gagged anad bound and mounted as living works of art in various places around the club, both above ground and in the back VIP sections.

The Master Chef made a few adjustments to the cheeses and meats draped over the French slut's body and hummed softly to himself as he took a small basin of oil and poured it across the ass cheeks of the girl and worked the oils into her skin and sex as he stoked the heat inside the girl that would be increasing in intensity due to the injections she had made into the slave's breasts and pussy lips. He stood up and made sure the wrist and ankle restraints were tight and he pulled the leather strap across the slave's back, to secure her at the waist. Since the meal was being prepared for the VIP from Australia. he was making sure these two pieces of meat were pleasing to all senses. He grinned as he ran his fingers along the girl's slit and tasted her juices. "Perfect," he thought, "She is already juicing well in conjunction with my oils and fluids." He hit the start button on the milking machine and let a wicked grin flash across his face as the suction began and the breasts danced inside the cups as the slut moaned, her eyes open. but unfocused as the medication continued to keep her sedated and part of the visual work of art of fine foods being served on a living platter.

He then turned and walked over to the male and imspected the bonds and restraints and made some adjustments of the sushi and seafoods draped over the bigger body. He reached down to adjust the garnish placed around the slave's swollen cock and balls and rolled the swollen balls thru his fingers, testing their sensitivity and color that was highlighted by the hard shaft, with the blood rushing to and swelling the head to a deep shade of purple. He nodded in pleasure as he heard the moan from the male slave, and he liked the lectern half mask secured over the lower face of the male. He reached into his pocket for two small suction tubes and leaned in and slid them over each of the nipples on the male and topped the vials off with a small fitting which allowed him to set two slim birthday like candles into the centepiece holder now affixewd to the male's nipples.

He took the leather straps and ran them across the waist of the male, he never liked to have his food be able to move if the medications wore off before the dinner party was done. As he stepped back and took one last look at both trays, he nodded to the staff and reached for the lighter and smiled a the flame lit up. He moved over to the girl, rubbing her pussy once more, to massage the oils and her juices into her flesh to make it even sweeter as he lit the candle planted in her ass and watched it flicker and catch the wick and start to glow. He then turned and looked at the male, seeing the steady rise and fall of the breathing food tray as he lit the smaller candles suctioned onto the meat's swollen nipples and stepped back and clapped his hands together.
"They are done people, let's get these meat trays ouot of my kitchen and onto the elevator and move them up to the VIP Suite, I do not wish to keep our Guest and her people waiting, and besides, these two look good enough to eat." The room broke into laughter over the old line and the waiters came and began pushing the two slave trays out of the way as the crew began to clean down the area and prepare for the next special menu orders that were not that far behind.


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