Fresh Meat

Victoria sipped her wine as an excuse to consider Fiona's words rather than to appreciate its fine vintage. The 'opportunity' her friend had outlined was of questionable merit and certainly of dubious legality. With that in mind, Victoria wondered what game the Englishwoman was playing.

"I hear on the grapevine that you have a new pet and that she's something exceptional," Fiona observed, delicately swirling her wine in the bowl of her generously sized glass.

Victoria's suspicions were immediately aroused. She raised a quizzical eyebrow but said nothing.

"After my last visit, you seemed rather keen to personally acquire new blood. Do I take the rumours to mean you were successful?" Fiona asked, seemingly in a playful mood.

Victoria looked over at the pet Fiona had bought with her. The creature, its gender was hard to determine, knelt quietly to one side of its mistress, clad in black rubber. The only skin visible was an elliptical hole cut in the tight pencil skirt above the buttocks to provide free access. The expanse of skin in question was flushed red, suggesting Fiona had put the so-called 'spanking skirt' to good use on the long drive from Dublin, where she was staying.

Fiona's pet was hobbled with steel ankle cuffs linked by a short chain, and its arms were held behind its back in a single glove armbinder. Its facial features were obscured by a leather hood secured with a wide posture collar. There appeared to be pin prick holes over the eye patches, so the thing had limited vision, but its mouth was firmly gagged with a metal ring forcing its lips apart and theatrically sealed with a plug attached with a thin metal chain.

The creature made no sound or move to escape. Victoria pitied it. She knew Fiona had multiple such human 'pets'.

There were even rumours that behind closed doors, Fiona had a bizarre age-play fetish in which she occasionally indulged. Sometimes, she slept in a giant cot with a quadriplegic pet, limbless either by accident or design, Victoria didn't know, dressed as a giant teddy bear. The arms and legs of the costume would be filled with stuffing to complete the illusion of a cuddly toy. A carefully cut hole over the posterior and a special harness ensured that the affections of the mistress could not be repelled. The unfortunate creature would be gagged so as not to disturb the slumbering Fiona as she impaled and humped them all night long.

Victoria thought about such creatures, the nature of their existence, their likely fate and then of her precious Angie. There was no comparison.

"Angelica is different. Special," Victoria declared after a considered silence.

"Oh? Do tell." Fiona's attention was rapt. Was this what she came for? Victoria wondered.

The hostess sipped her wine, trying to express in a way that Fiona would appreciate, why she enjoyed Angie's company so much. "She's young, beautiful, statuesque, but not too big. I don't have to wrestle with her because she participates voluntarily. She is passionate, inventive and enthusiastic. The girl is a screamer, too."

"Really?" Fiona appeared surprised. "And she lets you do whatever you like?"

"To a point," Victoria responded. Fiona looked dissatisfied with her answer; Victoria felt compelled to clarify, if vaguely. "There has been a little compromise to reach our current consensus."

Fiona scoffed. "Compromise?" She pointed down to the latex-clad figure kneeling at her feet. "There is no need for compromise with my pets, and I can have them do whatever I want. If I require satisfaction, oral, anal or sensual, I have but to order it and use the right means of persuasion as necessary. How is this girl so different?"

Victoria felt lightly affronted for herself and Angie. "Can your pets seek to provide you with satisfaction of their own accord? Will they come to you to seek mutual pleasure? Will they willingly play with you and inject their own enthusiasm and inspiration?" Victoria pointed at the motionless kneeling creature. "I think not."

Fiona seemed to consider the possibility for a moment or two. "She certainly sounds intriguing, this new girl of yours. May I see her in action?"

Victoria frowned. The last thing she wanted was for Fiona to be in the same room as her precious Angie, but she had been backed into a corner, and as the hostess, etiquette required that she not deny the request. She moved to the intercom. "Mary, have Angelica stripped and prepared in the playroom. Affix her to the bench with gag, plug and blindfold, if you please?"

"You have a maid strong enough to manage her?" Fiona quizzed.

"No need for brawn. Angelica would prepare herself if I asked, but she can't do all of that on her own."

"Heavens," Fiona exclaimed and sipped some more wine.

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Mary rushed into Angie's suite to find the girl sitting cross-legged on her bed and reading. "Mrs McCarthy has a guest; she wants you trussed up in the dungeon."

Angie's face betrayed anticipation and trepidation in equal measure. "Who's the guest?"

"I don't know, I've never seen her before. But she bought another girl all dressed in rubber and on a lead, a bit like that other friend she had round a few weeks back."

"Oh, another D/s couple?" Angie seemed pleased at the prospect, but Mary was baffled.

"D and what?"

"Never mind. How does she want me?"

"In the nip, blindfold, gag, plug and strapped to the bench," Mary replied, unable to believe what she was saying, but Angie seemed positively excited by the prospect.

"This could be great fun!" The girl exclaimed, running to the bathroom, no doubt to douche herself at the prospect of a night of anal play.

"Your idea of fun and mine are very different," Mary called after her as she rifled through the cupboard to find the required equipment. After a few minutes in the bathroom, Angie reappeared in a terry cloth robe.

Mary had laid out some accessories for Angie to choose from. "Which of these do you want?"

Angie pointed to a medium flesh-coloured butt plug and a leather blindfold which covered the upper half of her face but with a hole which left her nose exposed.

"Which gag do you want?" Mary asked, impatient to get moving.

"There's one in the playroom, the one which inflates. Bring the ball in case we can't find it."

Mary shuddered at the memory of that particular toy. "Are you sure you want to wear that one again? You actually like it?"

Angle smiled and shook her head, full of youthful enthusiasm. "No, but it'll impress Victoria."

"OK," Mary conceded as they hurried off to the cellar. She was thankful that Angie could take care of plugging herself but helped with the rest. Naked, plugged, sightless and dumb, Angie was quite a sight to behold, all tightly strapped down.

Mary stroked the girl's braided blond hair gently. "Are you sure you're going to be alright, girl?"

Angie nodded and made an affirmative-sounding noise. Mary was a little jealous of how good she looked naked. Feeling mischievous, she squeezed the bulb to inflate the gag a little. Angie moaned and then gave a muffled yelp when Mary swatted her lightly on her exposed backside. "Serves you right for letting yourself be all trussed up like this. I'll tell Mrs McCarthy you're ready."

With a look of trepidation back at the exposed girl, Mary made her exit. She ensured that the door was locked behind her so that Janik couldn't take advantage, not that it was likely given the hell he would pay for such a transgression. Still, Mary couldn't stop herself from thinking she had helped stake Angie out as the perfect victim.

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Fiona entered Victoria's rustic dungeon playroom. It had been roughly 9 months since her previous visit, and she still appreciated her friend's differing tastes in decoration for her kinky inner sanctum. While Fiona preferred clinical cleanliness and comfort, Victoria seemed to favour a kind of medieval torture chamber crossed with a stately home. The wooden panelled walls and stone floor reminded her too much of the horrors of her father's mansion, but those days were long past, and Fiona could appreciate the setting in small doses.

Central to the chamber was a black wooden whipping bench to which a pale-skinned female figure was strapped. She seemed calm in her bondage, waiting patiently as the women approached. As they got closer, Fiona could see that the occupant was a young woman with wonderfully flowing curves interrupted at regular intervals by the leather straps which held her down firmly.

The girl's buttocks were beautifully round, and the tell-tail flange of a plug nestled between them. Her hair shone like gold. Two neat braids protruded without interfering with the harness and blindfold surrounding her head. Fiona imagined herself gripping the girl's hair as she rode her whilst having her tied to her own bed. So many of her pets were petite little nymphs, reluctant to play with her unless coerced, like spoilt children, but this specimen was quite different. Obviously tall, but with a carefully sculpted body shape and seemingly awaiting them willingly. She realised with a powerful urge that she wanted this Amazonian creature for her harem. The only question was how to tease her from Victoria's grip.

"Oh, Victoria, she's exquisite!" Fiona declared to her hostess, running delicate fingers across the bound girl's back. Victoria's pet shuddered at her touch but otherwise made no protest. Although she knew it was impolite to touch without permission, she felt it was the first subtle step to taking possession of her prize.

Fiona's fingers continued and gently cupped the girl's chin, which rose without resistance. "Why the gag?" She asked Victoria, who stood watching her from behind the bench.

"I told you, Angelica is a bit of a screamer," Victoria answered, an undertone of impatience in her voice.

"I think I'd like to hear that first hand," Fiona inflated the gag a little more, which produced a delightfully playful moan of protest from the bound girl.

"Fiona? Angelica isn't like one of your pets," the Irish woman pointed out, a frown beginning to appear on her face. At the mention of her name, the bound girl's head jerked, and her body tensed perceptibly.

Perhaps my reputation proceeds me, Fiona thought to herself with glee. Inspiring anticipation in any pet could be half the fun of a session. She could feel her hairless cock hardening inside her lacy knickers and was grateful she had selected an outfit which would allow easy access should matters progress as she hoped.

"Perhaps not, but why would you bring me here if it wasn't to show her off?"

Victoria made no answer, but her frown deepened. Fiona pointedly ignored it and rapidly moved to grab a thin, bendy cane from a wall-mounted rack. She inflicted a rapid tirade of blows on the girl's behind, skilfully working around the end of the butt plug. The girl's screams, muffled by the inflatable gag, were exhilarating and heartfelt. Her struggles tantalised Fiona further as she landed a few blows on the girl's thighs and a few on the soles of her feet for good measure. All the while, Victoria stood by, her arms folded, a face like stone.

"She doesn't disappoint," Fiona admitted, stroking the girl's red-striped behind and panting a little. "Would you be willing to sell her? I'm sure I could make a very generous offer."

"No. I spent a lot of time and effort obtaining and preparing her." Victoria bit off the words, watching the girl shake at Fiona's touch in the aftermath of her ordeal.

Fiona had expected that Victoria would probably reject her offer, but it was only the first step in the acquisition process. "Why don't you tell me about it?" She suggested to distract her hostess as she gently teased the butt plug from the girl's rear. Normally she would have extracted the toy quickly, but she wanted to increase anticipation in the girl and demonstrate to Victoria that she was showing deference to her pet. The girl squirmed and moaned deliciously, which only increased her arousal.

Victoria looked uncomfortable; perhaps she didn't want to talk about such things in front of her 'willing' pet. The concept amused Fiona, who had no sympathy.

"She was an innocent, a virgin. I enticed her with pleasure, conditioned her to my tastes, and then I took her." Victoria answered stiffly.

Fiona flourished the butt plug. "It's rather smaller than I was expecting," she commented.

"Although I take her that way, I don't plug her very often."

"Oh, you should," Fiona commented. "It keeps them in their place, makes them feel that they're owned every second they wear one." She tickled the girl's delightful crinkled brown star, slowly contracting after the toy's removal.

"What a pretty little bum hole she has," Fiona pointed out. She lifted her tight pencil skirt and transferred some of the glistening lubricant from the plug to her cock, which was already hard and protruding from the side of her skimpy knickers. "I suppose the proof of the pudding is in the eating." She declared. Before Victoria could protest, she mounted the squirming girl.

Victoria's pet gave a long, drawn-out cry muffled impressively by the inflatable obstruction in her mouth. Fiona revelled in the feeling of the girl's tight ring trying to squeeze her cock in an effort to push it out. She held her position, enjoying the delightful sensation. Mounting the girl so rapidly would have been painful for both of them had she not been previously plugged and lubricated.

"You're hurting her!" Victoria's voice betrayed barely controlled anger.

"The cane hurt her," Fiona pointed out, "but it demonstrates her place." She could see that Victoria was about to respond but cut her off. "Pets need strict discipline to keep them in line. Sometimes, I discipline them just so that they remember who owns them. Sometimes, that's inconvenient, so I use electro-shock collars. I have a remote control, and I can punish wayward pets at the touch of a button." She smiled at the memory of one of her pets cowering, eyes rooted to Fiona's delicate fingers on the device, ready to deliver pain with no warning.

"Of course, most of my pets have been conditioned to be obedient, compliant and devoted to the point where they can't do without me. I send them to a special school somewhere in Belarus. They put them through a very strict regime, whip them into shape, beat the disobedience out of them, and condition them to obey. When they return, the mere threat of sending them away is enough to send them to pieces." She rolled her hips a little, causing Victoria's pet to whimper below her. "Of course, when their holes get too stretched, I have to sell them on anyway. I could give you details of the school if your new girl becomes a problem."

"I don't think that will be necessary," Victoria answered through gritted teeth.

Fiona began to slowly pull out of the girl's tight rear, only to re-enter before she popped out completely. "Well, each to their own. I can give you details later if you change your mind. Certainly, given the size of the plug, this girl needs to be properly stretched." She thrust back in particularly hard, making the girl struggle and cry out, music to her ears.

"She does have a certain zest. Are you sure you're not willing to part with her?" Fiona turned and raised an eyebrow.

Victoria's face was like thunder. "Pull out before you ruin her!" she yelled.

"But I haven't had any fun yet." Fiona was surprised at Victoria's squeamishness and made sure her hurt was painted in her expression. The look was lost on the Irishwoman, who unceremoniously pushed her back, causing her to grunt as her throbbing member popped free.

"Finish yourself off with that gimp you bought with you," Victoria angrily suggested.

Frustrated, Fiona fixed her clothing and turned to her rude hostess. "You're far too squeamish about your pets. I had to help you get rid of the last two. They need a firm hand, or they'll walk all over you."

"I'll be the judge of how firm my hand needs to be," Victoria growled and marched from the room, forcing Fiona to rush to keep up in a way that she didn't appreciate at all, the click of her heels on the flagstone floor drowning out the sound of sobbing from the girl still strapped to the bench.

---

Mary padded down to the dungeon. Although Angie still insisted on calling it the 'playroom', Mary couldn't imagine what kind of 'play' she might enjoy in here. However, she conceded that Angie had different tastes that were more sympathetic to Mrs McCarthy's, so she let the matter lie.

Her employer had signalled that the play session with her guest was over and that she should retrieve the girl. Mary hoped that Angie had enjoyed her time tied up as much as she hoped. As soon as she entered and heard the telling sound of sniffing, she knew something was wrong.

Angie's buttocks and upper thighs were crisscrossed with livid red lines, and her anus was an angry red with a tiny trickle of blood mixed with lube dribbling from it.

"Oh, Angie!" Mary cried and ran to the head of the bench. Whatever had happened, she felt immediately guilty that she had helped secure Angie for whatever ordeal she had endured. The girl had obviously been crying, her tears leaking out from the blindfold; they appeared to have mostly subsided. Although she deflated the gag and removed the harness quickly, the girl still seemed unable to speak. On revealing her eyes, they were wide with shock.

Mary looked at Angie and sadly wondered what had gone wrong this time. "You're bleeding a little, girl. I'll get the first aid kit and fix you up, OK?"

Angie nodded but still seemed unable or unwilling to speak of her ordeal. Mary didn't push. She wiped up the bloody residue and spread something soothing and cool over the girl's angry skin. Having her tied down made that easy, but once her task was completed, Mary set about freeing the quivering girl. She wrapped the terry cloth robe around her and helped her hobble back to her room.

Having not said a word the whole way, Angie at least seemed grateful as she lay down on her bed, albeit with a wince of pain as pressure was put on her raw buttocks.

Mary sat on the corner of the bed. "What happened? Did Mrs McCarthy do this to you?"

Angle slowly shook her head, her eyes with the tell-tale thousand-yard stare of someone who had witnessed trauma. "Fiona. She's a monster. A beast in human form." Her voice shook. Mary asked more questions, but Angie didn't answer, her mind elsewhere.

Unsure what else to do, Mary helped the girl swallow some painkillers and then made sure she was comfortable enough to sleep. She left wondering how this most recent setback would affect Angie's efforts to help Victoria but realised she would have to wait until morning to find out.

---

Victoria watched from the corner of the lounge as Fiona slumped down to the sofa and yanked viciously on the leash of her rubber-clad pet. The creature, which had been still as a statue since they entered the room, hurried to attend to its mistress as if sensing her bad mood. Victoria considered the behaviour as resulting from a sense of self-preservation, a survival instinct, in complete contrast to Angie, who moved to soothe Victoria of her own accord due to intense feelings of sympathy.

Without warning or instruction, Fiona popped the plug from her pet's ring gag and pulled its face into her crotch. The creature noisily sucked and licked her semi-erect cock back to hardness and then proceeded to bob its head in order to satisfy its mistress.

Victoria continued watching in silent disgust. She remembered the times she had spent on that very sofa with Angie. They would cuddle and caress; sometimes, the girl would be bound, but she enjoyed that, or at least seemed to. Sometimes, Victoria would receive oral satisfaction from her pet, much as Fiona did now, but the difference was the look of adoration in Angie's eyes while she did so and the satisfaction she obviously derived from bringing Victoria to orgasm.

As she continued her observation, Victoria could see Fiona reaching her moment of climax. The Englishwoman clamped her hand behind the head of her pet and held it down over her pulsing member. The creature began to gag and choke, no doubt, as seminal fluids were pumped into its throat with no way to prevent them, to pull away, or to breathe.

Fiona's head arched back in her long, drawn-out moment of ecstasy. As she came down, her grip relaxed, and her pet choked and heaved with relief. "Now, lick me clean," the creature's owner demanded. "There should be no spills whilst being a guest in another's home."

Fiona turned to Victoria, seemingly oblivious to her scathing look. "I do like having a pet handy on these little outings for just such an occasion. I've even had a special car seat made, haven't I, my little Cum Bucket." She stroked the leather-clad head of her pet, which was busily licking up her spent juices. "I can strap them in quite securely; honestly, if I crashed, the poor wretch would probably burn to death. The seat has a plug, a pear of anguish if you've heard of such a thing?"

Fiona confused Victoria's silence to mean that she hadn't and proceeded to explain. "It's like a metal bulb which can open like a flower. Once it's inside, I can flick a switch, and it opens so that they can't get up unless I allow it. It's also linked to the car battery, so I can have it vibrate or shock them when I'm stuck in traffic and bored. It's much more fun than sounding your horn when someone cuts you up!"

Fiona laughed and guffawed. All Victoria could do was imagine the poor creature secured in the passenger seat, bound and impaled on a painfully expanded plug which vibrated seldom and shocked a lot. And what would the journey's end hold for them? More pain and humiliation at the hands of this savage? Victoria thought about The Pig. She could remember wanting to inflict her own hurt and pain on her old pet, but now? The thought gave her no pleasure any more.

Fiona sat up, pushing her pet away. "That's the only way to use a pet: forcefully and with authority."

"And with no regard for the pet's well being?" Victoria asked, her voice low and scornful.

"Well, why not?" Fiona gestured to her pet, kneeling motionless before her once more. "Look at this little bitch. I pay for her bed, a roof over her head, her food, the clothes on her back. The least she can do is serve me faithfully. What would she be doing if I wasn't taking care of her? Turning tricks in a back alley in Bangkok?"

"Did she have a choice?" Victoria challenged, feeling her anger rise.

"Choice?" Fiona scoffed. "What's that got to do with it? She's better off with me than the alternative."

"And when you're tired of her?"

"Then I'll sell her on to someone else to take care of, as is my right with my property, or put her down if that's the merciful thing to do."

"Merciful!" It was Victoria's turn to scoff. "I don't think you have any concept of what that word means."

Fiona stood, affronted. "Honestly, Victoria. This new pet of yours has turned your into a frightful bore. Let me buy her off you, she's obviously not good for you. I'll give you a very reasonable price, I could even throw this one into the bargain, you can see how well trained she is."

"Get out!" Victoria roared, her temper gone. "And never come back!"