Fresh Meat

Hole stumbled backwards as her mistress yanked on her lead. She was glad that her shoes weren't the tortuous heels her mistress sometimes made her wear otherwise she would have toppled for sure. As it was, she tottered backwards on two-inch heels concealed beneath a light-coloured flared dress intended to make her look young and innocent. She couldn't steady herself with a hand, her arms being secured in a single glove armbinder. While her inner voice expressed protest, she made no sound, knowing the shortness of her mistress' temper.

Hole had only been her mistress' favourite since she had become impatient with her predecessor, Cum Bucket a few weeks before. The girl in question had looked much like herself, petite with Asian features and straight black hair cut into a neat bob, young, thin, flexible. Before the end, Hole had detected no lack of devotion to their mistress in her predecessor; it was just as if the tyrannical Englishwoman wanted a change and having reached the top of the promotional ladder, Cum Bucket had to be disposed of. Fearing that day would come for her, Hole did all she could to curry favour with her owner.

Mistress held her close by the back of her leather collar and edged them back around the corner. Elegantly dressed partygoers circulated with little urgency, in some cases attended by their submissive pets, much as Hole followed her mistress.

"Do you see that girl over there, Hole?" Mistress' elegant voice whispered in her ear, each word in perfectly enunciated English. Hole followed her Mistress' gaze to behold a pretty, blond, pale-skinned woman; young certainly, but moving with the confidence that suggested she wasn't attending any master or mistress at the event. Although it was hard to tell at that distance, Hole got the impression she was tall. She wore a long, deep purple and red dress that accentuated her curves beautifully but left her shoulders and arms bare. She held a half-empty wine glass and the woman's brown eyes seemed to be searching for something or someone in the crowd.

Hole nodded to her mistress to indicate she had seen the girl.

"I want her," Hole's mistress stated with absolute certainty, "and you are going to entice her for me, do you understand?" Mistress turned her dark blue eyes and the dark soul beneath toward Hole to emphasise the point. "If you fail, you'll be fodder for my prize stallion."

Hole gulped, her eyes opened wide with dread at the prospect. When her mistress had tired of Cum Bucket, she had sent her to the stables and ensured that Hole was there to watch, perhaps as a warning. Hole had been powerless to help or turn away as Mistress' favourite equine stud had mounted the girl and rutted her to bloody ruin. Cum Bucket's cries had been mercifully stifled when she had finally lost consciousness as the massive horse continued in its erroneous attempts to impregnate her. Hole shuddered at the memory.

Suddenly aware that her life was at stake, Hole gave the next minutes of her life her absolute concentration. She moved obediently and daintily at the tug of her lead and watched carefully as her mistress stalked the pretty girl. Hole felt pity for their quarry, for she knew that to be in the hands of her mistress could often be an unpleasant and cruel experience, despite how much they had impressed upon her at that awful institution that she should be devoted to her owner.

"Hello," mistress called to her prey, "you appear to be lost, darling." Her tone was inoffensive and helpful, as Hole knew she could be when the need arose.

The young woman frowned at her, confused for a moment, before shaking her head and replying. "I'm sorry, I seem to have lost my," she struggled momentarily for the right word, "partner." She settled on eventually. "I'm sure she'll find me soon enough."

"Well, in that case, allow me to show you around. I'm Fee, and this is Hole," Mistress gestured to herself and then her pet. The young woman frowned at her again, but her smile returned as she turned her brown-eyed gaze to Hole, who couldn't help but feel a little shy under her scrutiny.

"I'm Angelica," the young woman responded, looking uncertainly at Hole and then up at Mistress. "May I?" She gestured in Hole's direction.

"Why, of course, darling," Mistress responded, ebullient.

Hole tensed; she couldn't flinch away from this Angelica as she might scare her away. The young woman stroked her cheek gently, or at least the portion which wasn't hidden below her gag mask. When out and about, Mistress preferred Hole to wear the plug gag so that she could be quickly employed to provide oral relief. Mistress was most impressed when she discovered that Hole could force the entire length of her cock into her throat without causing choking, as had been a persistent issue with Cum Bucket.

Angelica's touch was warm and pleasant as it moved her to stroke her hair. Hole couldn't help but moan with pleasure in response, making the noise with her throat, given how her jaw was held open by the metal ring of her gag.

"She's lovely," Angelica commented, smiling back at Mistress. Hole breathed a silent sigh of relief. She had lost concentration at the girl's touch, but her instincts appeared to have had a favourable effect and, saved her from Misstress' wrath, at least temporarily.

Mistress beamed. "Would you like to give her some fuss? She's very talented," she pointed out.

Again, Angelica looked momentarily confused, but she nodded easily enough.

"I know the owner of this place," Mistress admitted in a conspiratorial whisper. "There's a spare bedroom around the corner where we could perhaps have a little more privacy."

"OK," the young woman nodded, although a look of uncertainty briefly flitted across her face.

Hole was careful to be on her best behaviour as Mistress led her and Angelica to a finely decorated but sparse bedroom where the curtains were drawn against the night and the lamps on either side of the bed gave the space sombre lighting. The bed itself was king-sized and set in a sturdy wooden frame which reached up to the ceiling, nothing like the narrow cot Hole slept in most nights, but that was surely better than being Mistress' bedfellow. Hole knew the pet whose duties involved satisfying Mistress in bed and occasionally tended to her in the daytime. She had nothing but pity for the poor limbless creature.

Mistress tugged Hole to a stop. She wrapped her lead around a metal hook set high on the bedpost, limiting her freedom to a very small circle of floor space, but at least not inhibiting her breathing as she did on occasion.

"Why don't you let Hole give you some attention first? She has a very talented tongue." Mistress offered. Angelica nodded but seemed uncertain about what to do.

"Why don't you lie on the bed, darling, and we'll find some way for Hole to earn her keep," Mistress suggested.

"Oh. Er, alright." Angelica slipped off her elegant pumps and shuffled back on the bed until she could lay back completely.

"Oh, that's perfect, darling," Mistress affirmed but gave Hole a scarily meaningful look as she worked her way around the foot of the bed. "Let's just see what we have to work with." Mistress raised Angelica's dress and the petticoats beneath to reveal seamed silk stockings sheathing toned legs. Mistress kept moving up until she discovered a metal contraption encircling the young woman's crotch; perhaps some kind of chastity device?

"What's this?" Mistress called in surprise, her composure slipping a little.

"Well, you can't be too careful, can you?" Angelica offered from her prone position.

Mistress continued to explore the obstruction until she found a miniature padlock holding it closed. "What have we here? Is there a key?"

Angelica propped herself up on her elbows. "Oh, yes." Her voice conveyed innocence, even tipsy absent-mindedness. She lifted a chain from around her neck and passed it to Hole's agitated owner. In fact, Hole forgot her impending doom as she watched with fascination from the corner of the bed as her mistress fumbled with the lock, becoming increasingly angry at her inability to release the young woman's virtue.

After some minutes of messing around between Angelica's legs, Mistress was irate, a state in which Hole had learned, she should be given a wide birth. Finally, she stood up. "What's wrong with this key?" she demanded.

Angelica sat up, her skirts falling back into place. "Oh, there's nothing wrong with it. It's just not a key for my belt. It's the key to hers," she nodded to the doorway.

Hole and her mistress both whirled around. Another woman stood there, as tall as Angelica but older, a brunette, her wavy hair cascading over her naked shoulders. Her dress was similar to Angelica's but in a slightly different style and with more emphasis on dark red tones. Her skin was clear and lightly tanned, and her oval face held a look which Hole found difficult to interpret, but her eyes bored into her mistress. She radiated a sense of presence and power. Just by looking, Hole could tell this woman was on a par with her mistress.

"Fiona, what a pleasant surprise to find you here." The woman spoke with a tone suggesting the complete opposite.

"Victoria." Mistress spat the name as she turned to face the imposing woman.

"This is perhaps the key you're looking for." Victoria waved a chain around her own neck with a tiny key at the end and raised an eyebrow.

Hole suddenly understood her peril as she could see that her mistress realised her efforts to entrap Angelica had failed. Mistress began looking around the room for something to lash out at in her frustration. Finally, she turned to Hole, who was both literally and figuratively rooted to the spot.

"What good are you if you can't even seduce one silly little girl?" Mistress yelled. She produced the dreaded key fob with its ominous red button. Pain surged from Hole's shock collar, causing her to whimper and jig at the end of her leash.

"Stop that," Victoria commanded calmly but firmly. Having taken a step into the room, she deftly knocked the remote from Mistress's hand, and the pain ceased. Hole breathed and quivered in the aftermath of her punishment. She suddenly realised that she had failed; she would be fodder for her mistress' stallion. She looked around, but her mistress had fled. She had left her. Alone, surrounded by strangers.

Hole suddenly became desperate. She realised that either the two strange women still in the room would leave and Mistress would return to wreak terrible revenge, or they would have their own way with her, which could be more terrifying still. She wanted to follow her mistress with a compulsion buried so deep there was no way to resist it.

Hole began tugging at the end of the lead, willing it to break. She didn't get far given its length and the high anchor point, but she had to try. With her arms bound and her mouth gagged, all she could do was pull and pull; no matter how the tightening collar restricted her breathing and blood flow to her head, she didn't care. She needed to return to her mistress to be forgiven before her anger could go too far, and she decided to 'retire' her. Involuntary urgent and distressed noises came from deep within her throat, and tears stung her eyes as her vision began to close in.

The young woman, Angelica, moved in front of Hole, blocking her exit path. She wrapped her bare arms wrapped around the struggling pet and forced her to stop. The little Asian girl continued to struggle, but Angelica was a lot taller, somewhat stronger and unfettered. The young woman pulled her into a tight hug, pushing her back towards the bedpost and taking the pressure off her neck. She made shushing noises on Hole's ear.

"It's OK, bab. We're not going to hurt you. You're safe. There's no need to pull. It's OK." She kept repeating until Hole had run out of fight, exhausted. Her mistress gone, Hole burst into tears.

A huge empty feeling welled up inside her. It was the end of everything; a black nothing lay before her, infinite, terrifying. Angelica began to rock her gently and stroke her hair fondly. With a free hand, she unwrapped the lead from the hook, drew them a little way from the bed, and turned them so that she could talk over Hole's shoulder to Victoria, who was standing somewhere behind.

"I would never want her to come between us, but can we keep her?" the young woman asked, her voice tentative and nervous.

Hole couldn't see Victoria's expression, but she could certainly hear the wry scepticism in her response. "I think you'll get far more than you bargained for, macushla."

Angelica squeezed Hole comfortingly. "I've always wanted a pet," she responded, pleasure in every word.

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"Take us home, Driver," Victoria ordered from her position in the back seat. She hadn't expected to be leaving quite so early, but Angelica's acquisition of her new pet had altered their plans. She had been hoping to stay longer. Having been on the fringes of BDSM society for years, Angie's presence had increased positive attention on her, and an old friend had invited them to the party. Victoria had seen a few acquaintances, but then she lost track of Angie. She broke off to find out what trouble the girl had gotten herself into with the aid of her embedded tracker. The fact that Fiona had tried to spirit her away was predictable, but her presence at the party in the first place was a surprise. Being able to embarrass her while extricating Angie was a bonus.

They had kept Fiona's former slave bound and gagged to make their exit easier. Angie certainly did an excellent job of keeping the creature calm, or at least up until they bundled her into the back seat between them.

As the car rolled away, the pet, which Angie had informed her Fiona had referred to as 'Hole', began to become agitated again. Perhaps it was because she was leaving with strangers, and she had been conditioned to stay close to her mistress for her own well-being, a fallacy if ever there was one.

"Maybe you could try and relax her a little, Angelica," Victoria suggested, holding the struggling little Asian by her upper arms as she began to flail and moan through her gag. Angie looked confused. Victoria nodded pointedly down towards the bound girl's lap. "Perhaps you could give her some relief." She pointedly raised an eyebrow.

"Oh," Angelica nodded as understanding blossomed.

Her lover began to hurriedly lift skirts and pull away underwear. She suddenly recoiled. "What the hell is that?" Angie demanded, looking down at the crotch of her new pet.

Victoria looked over to behold a brown-skinned hairless cock and balls, wrinkled and flaccid. "I warned you you were getting more than you bargained for," she pointed out.

"Ah, okey," Angie nodded again. She shrugged and, with the enthusiasm of youth and alcohol consumption, parted her lips and enveloped the unsuspecting little Asian shemale's genitalia with gusto. Fiona's former pet jerked in surprise but then calmed visibly and eventually began to moan with pleasure.

Victoria continued to hold the bound girl and carefully whispered in her ear, "cum as you need to, my dear," before admiring Angie's technique. Suddenly, the entire situation seemed ludicrous to her, like a comedic farce. She felt relaxed and happy in a way she hadn't in years. Her lips split into a smile. As she watched Angie's head continue to bob above the little Asian's crotch, it became a chuckle and finally, an irresistible laugh of euphoria.