Insatiable Ch. 03

"...Oh!"

'Holy shit!'

A 'wild' evening may have been underselling it. Perhaps air tight was the more appropriate term.

Cassandra's grin grew devious. "You'll have a very small dinner tonight and we'll give you an enema before we leave. I want you clean as a whistle for my best friends. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Until then, you have more chores. In the garage you'll find a shop-vac. I want you to vacuum and dust the inside of both cars. It's been way too long since they were cleaned. When that's done, report back here. I have some boots that need polishing."

"Is that all? Surely there's a ditch or two that needs digging." Kayden retorted with a wink.

Cassie's brow furrowed as she cocked her head to the side. Sass. That was something she hadn't experienced from a bottom in a long time. Normally once her boy toys fell into the orbit of her supernatural charms they became habitually compliant. Submissive in the truest sense of the word.

Not Kayden. He was a bit of a brat; still clinging to some shred of playful autonomy despite having fallen prey to her dark beauty and his own youthful lust. It was a curious deviation from the norm and somewhat disquieting, but also a fun change of pace.

"You'll be punished for that later. Get to work, slut."

"Yes, my Queen" he replied with a wide smile.

* * * * *

The cool garage air greeted Kayden's bare skin as he closed the side door behind him. They'd entered this way the first night he came home with Cassie, but he'd been too fixated on his sultry date to take a good look around. As he walked into the spacious two-car garage, he scanned his surroundings.

He spotted the vacuum among a long series of shelves, work benches, storage bins and assorted supplies. Kayden's interest was piqued by one object, in particular, that stuck out like a sore thumb. There was a mini fridge on one of the benches plugged into a wall outlet.

Why would someone keep a mini fridge in a garage? Usually if you were going to store extra food or game from hunting and fishing you would want a full sized refrigerator or a large freezer. Unless it was kept in a place where one hung out often, a mini fridge didn't make sense. Curiosity got the best of Kayden.

He walked to the small appliance, grasped the handle and opened the door. As the light inside came on, the soft, white brightness gave way to a wave of crimson red.

'Whoa...'

Blood packets. Row after row of plasma neatly arranged in sealed plastic sleeves. It almost looked like the results of a blood drive, except none of them were marked with blood type. The packets were labeled only with a date; presumably the date they'd been drawn.

What could Cassie possibly need these for? Kayden wasn't aware of any medical condition where one needed to have fresh blood on hand at all times. Even if she had some blood disorder, it's not like she could give herself a transfusion.

'Ohhhh... duh! This has something to do with her fetish.'

It was the only explanation. But that didn't explain where she got the blood. It's not exactly something you could just run to the corner store and buy. Maybe she had a hook-up in the medical field? Still, it was pretty odd.

Kayden closed the door and headed for the shop-vac. His body was cooling down fast. The work would at least help him warm up.

'Less snooping, more cleaning! Before you get in real trouble!'

* * * * *

The overhead light blazed to life. The sound of a rattling lock awoke Reynauld from his fitful slumber. The screech of metal on metal assaulted his ears. The unlatching of the cell door brought him back to full awareness of his fallen state. His wrists were shackled and chained to the wall behind him. They were long chains, giving him some range of movement, but nowhere near long enough for him to get close to the door. Not that it would matter. He had no strength to resist in any meaningful way.

His eyes blinked, adjusting to the sudden luminescence as a man walked into his cell. No, not a man, one of the Chosen, but he didn't look like an ordinary Chosen. Normally they were pale as fuck. This guy had a palette of inflamed red flesh with scorched lines of black painted across his face. It would likely heal, in time, but he'd gotten some serious sun recently and not the fun kind. There was no fun kind for the Chosen.

The brown-haired lieutenant lifted three packets of bright red plasma. He displayed them to Reynauld before tossing them at his feet.

"Dinner's served, asshole."

"Thank you kindly" Reynauld replied in deadpan fashion, punctuated by a cough. "But I'm not hungry."

"The fuck you aren't. Your wounds healed, but you need to feed. You look like shit."

Reynauld lifted one hand to his neck and felt for the two puncture wounds that were no longer there. He glanced up at the scarred henchman with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Look who's talking."

"Fuck you, hunter swine! Or, I suppose I should say, former hunter."

"Let me guess. You're the moron who grabbed Rosa? And the Red Queen wasn't pleased?"

"None of your business. If it was up to me we'd bleed you out and savor every drop, but Mistress Sadie wants you alive. You're unworthy of the honor, but you're one of the Chosen now."

"That must really burn your ass. After I killed four of your buddies. They weren't the first, either."

Devin ignored his taunts. "Good luck trying to endure the hunger. You can fight it for a while, but by the time I return, those packets will be empty. If they're empty because you stupidly poured them out, then you'll start to go feral. I wouldn't recommend it. It's a very unpleasant experience."

His jailer turned to leave and Reynauld stretched out his hand.

"Wait! Rosa! Is she okay? What are you doing with her?"

Devin didn't turn back. He spoke over his shoulder as he strode from the room. "Live and find out."

The heavy door re-latched. The lock was secured and the light blinked out, casting Reynauld back into darkness. Only it wasn't total black, as it should've been. It was a darkness unlike any he'd experienced before. He could still see. Not perfectly, but his new night vision gave him a clear outline of the room and everything in it. The blood packs sat before him, radiating a vibrant red color as they called out to him in the dark.

He turned his head, doing his best to ignore them. His chains rattled as he shifted on the ground, trying to find a comfortable position. There was none to be had. Not while the hunger plagued him. It was growing worse by the hour.

Reynauld's body began to shake. His breath came heavier. The sweats descended on him as he hunkered in the dark. How long would he be able to hold out? Was there even a point to testing it?

* * * * *

"The prisoner has been fed, Lady Octavia."

"Worship my feet" Sadie replied, ignoring his report. She lounged in her office with only a fluffy white bathrobe around her body after a refreshing shower. Her feet were propped up on an ottoman as she leaned back in the plush leather recliner.

Devin stepped forward, dropped to his knees and immediately brought his lips to her wonderfully soft soles. He kissed and licked up and down, gliding his tongue all over her freshly washed feet. Devin slurped and tongued away, careful not to use his hands without permission. Worship implied oral service and nothing more.

"Mmmmmmm..." Sadie murmured in giddy pleasure as Devin went about his work. She reached into her bathrobe and began stroking herself below. Her weighty cock engorged quickly from the combined pleasure of her gliding hand and the skillful ministrations of her eager tongue slave.

"I could take you right now" she said breathlessly as her lurid masturbation continued. "Fill you with my seed and demote you back to a mundane cum dump."

"If that is what you wish, Lady Octavia" he replied between sloppy licks and lip-smacking kisses. He suckled on her toes in between long, bathing swabs of his tongue up and down her tender flesh.

"But your atonement will have to wait. It would be more suitable if your transition was in service to the one you wronged."

"What?!?" Devin's oral worship came to an abrupt halt. "You've decided already? She's to become a matriarch?"

"If all goes according to plan" Sadie responded with half-open eyes. The pleasure in her body was building rapidly as she strummed herself with long, smooth strokes. "You will sacrifice a portion of your life to her ascension. It's only fitting, don't you think?"

"Yes, Mistress Sadie" he answered earnestly, but with a hint of sadness in his voice. "If it is your command, I do it gladly."

Sadie smiled. She would overlook his impertinent questions and the sudden cessation of his tongue bath in light of her heavy demands. The libidinous Domina dropped her pulsing appendage, pulled her feet from the ottoman and stood. With a flick of her arms and a shrug of her shoulders, her bathrobe fell away, landing on the seat.

The Headmistress of the Crimson Tide stepped forward, fisting her fearsome cock as Devin looked up at her in awe. Sadie's flawless body was on full display. Her full, round breasts hung out prominently as her raging cum-pipe pointed directly at the young man on the floor.

She bent down, her stern gaze zooming in on her head of security. "Lick my ass, slave."

With that, she turned around and presented her fleshy cheeks to him. Sadie could feel the heat of his breath on her crack as he shimmied closer, bringing his mouth to her waiting derriere.

"You may touch my legs" she informed him, knowing he would perform better with something to hold onto.

Devin took gentle hold of her strong thighs and plunged his face into Sadie's succulent ass. He licked up and down with abandon, his nose and chin gliding through her globular cheeks. The eager ass-licker let out low, muffled moans as his tongue probed at her pucker. He rimmed her silky flower in between long, enthusiastic slurps between her perfect, peach toned buns.

Sadie seized her left breast and kneaded it with her free hand. Her right fist resumed its path up and down her fearsome erection, now slick with trickling natural lube. It grew harder by the second as Devin's tongue darted in and out of her hot, tight starfish. A long dollop of pre-cum slid from her glans, dangling to the floor in a spider's web of sticky filth.

"Oh yeah! MORE!!! JUST LIKE THAT YOU FILTHY BITCH!!!"

* * * * *

From the driveway, it was a short jaunt up the steadily inclining foot path to the front door of Misaki's home. She lived in the middle of nowhere in a split-level house on several acres of private land. Either it was either relatively new or it had been kept in immaculate condition since it was built. The woodland surrounding the place left her estate invisible to her closest neighbors.

Cassandra strutted ahead, leading Kayden by a jingling chain leash. Her curves flexed in full-body black rubber, enticing him as they headed for what was likely to be the most intense sexual experience of his young life. For his part, Kayden was wearing dress shoes, a simple button-down shirt and a pair of dress pants belted at his waist. He didn't expect they'd be on for long. Below them, he wore nothing but the chastity device.

"Remember! Be on your best behavior" she reminded him as they approached the porch.

"Of course, Mistress" he said with a sly grin.

Moments after ringing the bell, the door opened and Kayden was introduced to a tower of satin and lace. Judging by the woman's dark skin, he guessed it wasn't Misaki.

"Eula! You got here first, huh?"

"Haha! Come on in!"

Upon stepping into the house and getting on equal footing, Kayden quickly realized just how big she was. If Cassie had an inch or two on him in her heeled boots, Eula had at least six. She was a large, fit woman with robust curves and well toned arms. Her short hair was wild, forming a thick layer of stylish locks around her oval face. Her lips were painted dark red and light blue shadow called attention to her hazel eyes. Eula scanned him up and down with an hungry gaze and slight smile, as if judging the quality of her next meal.

She wore a black satin and lace corset with matching gloves that slid up just past her elbows. Below, there was nothing but more lingerie; black satin panties with a thick bulge barely containing her flaccid penis and weighty balls. Fishnet stockings were tight around her buxom thighs. Garter belts traced her legs down into a pair of leather boots, tightened at the front with a long series of thick laces.

Eula was a black beauty clad in all black apparel. She oozed sex appeal and quiet confidence in equal measure. Based on her fashion choices, modesty and shyness were not traits she considered virtues.

Cassie looked from her best friend back to the young man at the end of her leash.

"Eula, say hello to my new pet, Kayden."

She offered her hand and Kayden took it. He couldn't help a grimace as Eula gripped him with impressive physical strength.

"A pleasure" she said, her smile growing wider.

"Likewise" he replied with a nod. He tried his best not to look embarrassed or in pain, with limited success.

"Where's Misaki?"

"In the kitchen, making strawberry Daiquiris."

Eula closed the front door and they advanced further into the well furnished country manor. There were heavy drapes installed above each set of windows. A series of esoteric modern art pieces were on display along with several vases and sculptures. The museum vibe stood out as a little unusual, but otherwise the place looked like it could belong to any upper middle class family.

The grinding of a blender grew louder as they approached the kitchen. The trio rounded the corner into a large room of white walls, metal appliances and granite countertops. Kayden was treated to the sight of yet another gorgeous woman.

Misaki was shorter than her two friends, but no less severe looking. A thin dress of red silk clung to her slim body from the spaghetti straps holding up her b-cups to the mid point of her pale thighs. She had jet black hair that trailed all the way down to her waist. Her shiny, black boots were the shortest of the trio, cutting off just below her knees. The bulge in her dress was less prominent than Eula's, but still quite visible.

Their hostess turned off the blender and rushed to greet Cassandra without delay. The two hugged and Kayden was given a second introduction. He shook Misaki's hand, grateful for her more gentle touch.

"Where's Greg?" Cassandra inquired. "Tied up somewhere?"

"Oh, I gave him the night off. He's in Olympia by now doing... whatever" she answered with a wave of her hand.

Cassie snickered and turned back to Kayden. "Looks like you're getting all the attention tonight" she said with a tug of his leash. "Hope you're prepared."

"Yes, Mistress" he answered stoically with his arms behind his back.

"Ready for a drink?" Misaki asked as she moved back to the blender and finished preparing the fruit and alcohol laden slurry.

"Oh, hell yes! I'd love one before play time" Cassie chirped.

The blender spooled up again, grinding away at the rum, lemon, lime, ice, strawberries and spices. Kayden couldn't help but wonder if that's all it contained. Might there be another, more visceral, ingredient in there? It was hard not to speculate, now that he knew the unusual kink Cassie and her friends shared.

The noise ended and Misaki tore the cover off the glass container. She poured three drinks before looking back at the leashed slave boy.

"How bout you Kayden? Want one? It'll help loosen you up..."

"No, thank you. I'm plenty loose already."

*SMACK*

He got a brutal sting to the buttocks as Eula's wide palm blasted his left ass cheek.

"We'll see about that, sugar."

The three dominants laughed as they took up their drinks. They took a few sips before heading into the living room to relax and chat. Kayden could only blush and follow his curvy captors to his doom.

* * * * *

"Mmmmmm! YES!!! Use that tongue, slut!"

Kayden fellated Misaki's fat length as it glided into his mouth. He was trapped on a bondage bench between two thick, rutting cocks; going deeper into his well-packed holes with each passing moment. Pulsing techno beats ebbed in the background of the hostess's S&M themed basement. It wasn't a large dungeon, but it was well equipped. They'd secured him to the device in multiple ways, ensuring their spit-roast slut was fully immobilized.

Eula moaned in pleasure as she held his sides in her powerful grip. She slammed her body forward, pressing more of her dark, fully engorged python into Kayden's gripping pucker. Pre-cum and lube slid from his velvety hole in between forceful thrusts of rock hard, girthy cock. Eula's massive scrotum rocked back and forth, churning with cream and aching with the need for release.

Metal bindings rattled and leather creaked as Kayden was jostled on the bench. His legs were held wide apart, forced open by the thick leather straps wrapped around his calves and thighs. Other long straps crossed over his waist and shoulders, tightening his body into the leather cushioning.

His arms, likewise, were bound to the outstretched arm rests. Kayden's hands were useless, covered in thick leather mitts that stuck out at Misaki's sides as she plowed his face. So tight were the leather holsters around his digits, he couldn't flex his fingers in their confines.

*WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*

Kayden felt the many leather tendrils of the flogger snap across his back again. He'd lost count of how many times Mistress had flayed him from above. Cassandra watched him squirm and moan with giddy satisfaction. She relished the sight of her slave being filled with cock at both ends. As her friends fucked him without mercy, she brought wave after wave of stinging swats down across his body.

*WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*

His back was growing more red by the minute. Blood was rushing to the site of sensual trauma, ready to flow freely should the cellular wall break. And break it would, but not from her multi-threaded lash. When the moment was right, Cassandra's sterilized knife was ready. It would slice just deep enough to turn her bound toy into a drooling feast of sparkling crimson. It would spark a second helping of orgasmic bliss to follow directly on the heels of her friends first climax.

"Goddamn you're tight!" Eula called out with a fierce spank to Kayden's ass.

*SMACK*

"I could fuck this blonde bitch boy all day!"

"His mouth's not bad either" Misaki cooed between smooth insertions in his wet, sucking cavern. "He needs practice, but he's not completely unskilled with his tongue."

"I'll be sure to give him some pointers" Eula promised.

"C'mon slut! Open up that throat!" the dainty Asian demanded as she slapped the side of Kayden's face. She pressed forward with a cock that seemed way too big to be attached to such a slim body. His eyes widened as she tunneled in further, her fat scrotum coming ever closer to the young man's chin.

"Oh yeah! It's time!" Eula announced, taking Misaki's advance as a challenge. She forced her massive schlong deeper into Kayden's stretched sphincter. It's sheer girth dilated his insides to a new extreme, his warm, tight walls expanding to accommodate more of her colossal cum cannon.

*WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*

Yet another round of vicious licks laced into his back from the many-corded whip. Eula waved Cassandra off, ending the beating as she reached for Kayden's leash.