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Upmarket Meat Market
(Melissa DuVant)
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter 4: Sensitivity Training Corporate
Slave Chronicles: Dressed to Kill Thanks to all my readers and everyone that purchased this! Lucius shrugged out of his coat, handing it over to the maid, enjoying her barely-present clothing - little more than a filmy teddy of black lace and an ornamental apron, along with stockings and suspenders. And, of course, a red leather collar, indicating that she was the property of the house, brass etchings next to the collar-ring showing what she cost to rent - she must be skilled with her mouth to deserve that fee! She straightened herself when she saw him looking, drawing attention to the shape of her body and giving him a flirtatious smile. 'And your phone and wallet, master?' He took his phone from his pocket, feeling a strange mingling of stress and relief as he handed it over to another maid, the black slab going into a sealed plastic pocket, cutting it off from the world. And his wallet as well, the other maid going behind the counter and sliding it into a metal tray, then locking that shut and giving him the key on a wristband. From how her lipstick was smeared, it seemed as though she'd been used already, the red having rubbed off her lips a little. From her costs, she was either new or not very skilled - was it worth reserving her for later? Although there were probably better prospects elsewhere. 'And your tokens - would master like more?' A stack of chips was handed over, each with a hole in the middle, wrapped with paper to make them easier to carry. 'I think this will be enough for now. I'll need to see what tonight's stock is like.' 'The pits have only just been refilled, master, if you prefer something raw. A number of returns are on the balconies, while there is more talent displaying itself in the main hall. And the library has a few pieces that are being displayed for the first time.' She went to put his coat away, having to stand up on tiptoes to reach the hanger, the movement making her buttocks go deliciously tight, begging for a spank, and he felt the first surge of desire. 'I'll have a look around. Or I might be back for you.' She turned to give him another smile, openly flirting. 'Yes, master. If you desire. And here is your mask.' She handed over a leather half-mask, covering the top part of his face, helping to anonymize him. Then he turned away, pushing open the double-doors into the grand hall, immediately able to hear the sounds of pleasure - the wet slapping of skin-on-skin, wet moans and gasps, the spank of leather, clink of chains. In front of him was a young woman suspended by her wrists from the ceiling, mouth sealed with a gag, her expensive and elegant evening gown showing off her lithe, supple body. Her makeup was running down her face a little, messy streaks of mascara melting down from her eyes, although there was still some strength and pride there. Her dress had seen better days as well - clearly pinched and stretched and dragged over her body, it was now covering even less of her than it should. Next to her was a notice-board, her details printed there. Name, age, height, all the usual... Clumsy driver. Starting bid: 50 tokens for 6 months. Only minor previous use. Suitable for a high-class home or as a stylish escort, but should be kept muzzled to stop constant whining. Comes with $20k of accessories (dresses, jewelry etc.). Do not allow to drive! There was a picture of a crashed car - a supercar, no less, probably explaining why she was up for sale. She growled through her gag, adding to the dribble that covered her chin and splashed onto her skin, her dress just barely covering her breasts. When she moved, her dress parted to show off her legs, and a glimpse of the metal over her crotch. No trying without buying, it seemed! Well, he wasn't looking for a long-term purchase anyway, just some short-term entertainment. After a casual tit-squeeze, enjoying the feeling of her dress as much as her body beneath, he left her alone, his shoes hitting against the marble floor. Statues of naked women were on plinths, the white stone gleaming, bright bronze collars, chains and shackles gleaming. Where to next? It was still early, so even the raw meat probably wouldn't be too used just yet. Although the returns sounded interesting - it was sometimes possible to get a good deal there. A wide stairway led upwards from the hall, the gagged moans of the woman below fading away as he went upwards. Maybe something for a week or month - nothing long-term, but enough for some entertainment? Well-trained enough to not be a problem or need any work, ready for rough use? And good-looking of course. Short and petite, for a change, maybe - he normally went for tall and leggy, but they were going for a premium at the moment. At the top of the stairs was the balcony, one side looking down on the hall. More women were bound here, metal chains locked onto rings on the wall. The closest one was a tall brunette, face covered with a leather blindfold and gag, wearing a little black dress, tight around her curves. Straps were over her shoulders, her arms in a leather binder, the chain around her neck clicking as she wriggled. Others behind her were also chained by their necks, most dressed to show themselves off. Further along, he could see constant motion, a slender figure hopping around, but he'd get there in good time. 'Hmmm, what's your price?' 'Mphh!' She grunted through her gag as he felt her body, reading her details. 'A qualified lawyer? Oh, you need to pay off your loans. Hmm, you should fetch a good price. Apparently you're obedient, but want it rough?' He slapped her breasts through her dress, feeling them take the strike. 'That's a high price though - even if I get to rent you out for your skills! And it sounds like you might be a little needy.' She was leaning into his groping, making happy sounds from behind the gag. 'I might come back for you later.' He groped between her legs, her hips pushing forward, letting him feel her lack of underwear, the shaved-bare skin around her crotch. Next up was a housewife, duct tape around her mouth, blonde curls framing a pretty face. More tape bound her hands into fists, her wrists securely taped to her shoulders, her ankles tightly wrapped as well. Her summer dress came to mid-thigh, showing off tanned and slightly plump legs, large breasts showing where her dress had been yanked downwards. Brown eyes followed his movement, as she tried to twist herself away to cover herself. 'You have been naughty, haven't you? An affair with the pool boy! No wonder you're here. You should be thankful you're only being offered up for three months. I suppose it has been a while since I've had home-cooked food, but I'd rather eat out. And I can't really be bothered to anal-train you - have you really never done that yourself?' He grabbed a breast and used that to turn her around while lifting her dress up, revealing large, soft buttocks. 'That's a surprise - you look built for it.' Judging by the smears of cum and lube coming from her asshole, her "training" had already started! 'Not my thing, sorry.' He shoved her back against the wall, ignoring her grunt-squeal of pain. The next woman was in a latex mini-dress, long gloves and stockings completing the look, ferocity in her eyes despite the muzzle over her mouth. She growled at Lucius, body tense, raising a hand to show that her glove had metal claw-tips. 'You're far too fierce for my tastes! Don't really want to be whipped. Let's see... Oh yes, looks like you were a little rough for your last owner? I'm not really in the mood to break a domme.' She hissed at him, her hands tensing into claws, making him move in a wide circle to avoid her reach. Someone else might want her, that wanted to deal with that sort of woman, but she wasn't for him! And with those claws, it would be hard to get close enough to have much fun without getting a few scratches - he couldn't even read her details easily without risk. 'Ah, you look a lot better.' There was a startled gasp, a blindfolded face turning to look at him. X's of tape covered both her eyes, a metal ring holding her mouth open. Skin-tight leather trousers sheathed her legs, a deliberately slashed crop-top on her chest, damp with spit, edges of some tattoo trailing over a hip, red and black. A stud was visible through her navel, another through her nose. Metal clinked, her arms cuffed behind her at her wrists and elbows. 'Looking for a sugar-daddy? Well, I'm not doing that, but that mouth of yours looks appealing. Says here that you're good with your tongue. Let me see.' The pink, wet tongue slid from her mouth, two studs pushed through it. She wriggled and curled it, shaking her body around, her hard nipples visible through the crop-top. He pinched at one before groping the breast, feeling the warm weight of it. 'Down.' She dropped to her knees, keeping her face upturned despite her lack of sight. 'You were too horny for your owner and kept slipping your belt? I don't know if I could keep up with you, but let's see if you live up to the advertising. Nice hair, by the way - nice and bright.' She had slashes of color through the raven-black strands - red, blue and green. She made a sound of pleasure, still licking at empty air, as Lucius unzipped his trousers, putting his half-erect penis close to her mouth. She dipped her head further forward, finding it with her tongue and then starting to lick and suck. 'You need money for more tattoos? I suppose they can... hahh... get expensive.' She was certainly enthusiastic, the hard lumps of the piercings mingling with the seductive softness of her tongue. It wrapped around his cock, his hand sliding to the back of her head, her long hair easy to grab. Although there was no need to set a rhythm - she was doing that herself, her head dipping back and forth, taking him deep. Her throat was relaxed enough that he could feel himself slid in, making her gulp as he grew to full size. She pushed herself forward, his length fully sheathed inside her throat, her tongue moving with greater vigor. She flicked the studs against his crown and twisted her head from side-to-side, the pleasure getting intense, Lucius making no attempt to hold himself back. He shot his load into her throat, making her splutter and cough before withdrawing. She kept her head tilted back and open, letting him see the pool of cum and pit in her mouth, milky white paste over her tongue. It looked as though she was savoring the taste, rolling her tongue around before swallowing it down. 'Not bad - not good enough to make it worth buying you, but you've earned something.' He took one of the tokens out and pushed it between her breasts, enjoying the chance to give her another grope, despite the dribble splashed onto her top, making it sticky and dark. She made a sound of appreciation, swallowing down the last of the cum. She was still kneeling, and spread her legs wide, thrusting her hips up at the air, making pleading gasps. 'Not right now. Someone else might be interested though.' He tapped his foot against her crotch, pressing her down to the floor, feeling her grind up against the bottom of his shoe. 'You're certainly keen! I'm sure you're find someone willing to pay for your tattoos.' 'Mhrrr!' She kept grinding, the token sliding between her breasts, before he stepped away, tucking his cock away and taking a moment to collect himself. That had been a good blowjob! And she had certainly been enthusiastic about it. But she didn't seem the type that would take well to cooking and cleaning, or being kept locked up the rest of the time! The returns were always a mixed batch - they were at least somewhat trained, but their skill could be very haphazard and uneven. The last woman up here was in almost constant motion - dressed in a suit-skirt, covering just a little too much to be "slutty" but not conservative to be "professional", the chain connecting to her collar was tight, forcing her to stay on her toes to not choke herself. One leg was bent back on itself, one ankle tied to her thigh with a zip-tie, forcing her to hop around. An oversized ball-gag filled her mouth, making her struggles to breathe even harder. Her arms were tied behind her back with zip-ties, her blouse torn open to show off her lingerie bra beneath, "DUMB BITCH" scribbled across her chest. 'You pissed someone off, didn't you?' She made a pathetic blubbering sound as he read her details - she was older than she looked, in her early 30's. An MBA, junior-vice-president of some department of some multinational he'd vaguely heard of, who had apparently fucked up some deal, and was being rented out to teach her a lesson. 'There's a discount for someone willing to keep you naked and caged for a month.' Wet gasps and strangled whines sounded out, the woman always moving, barely able to focus. 'You must have really fucked up.' 'Hphhh!' Each hop was making her clothing flap around, her breasts shaking, bra doing little to keep them under control. It was easy to pull her short skirt up, revealing a skimpy thong beneath. 'It looks like you have expensive tastes. Maybe a bit of time as a fuckslut might help you lower your standards?' He had to grab at her bound leg to hold her still, lightly poking at her thong, feeling the softness of her body beneath. Her face was streaked with tears, wet mumbles coming from behind the gag as she struggled to focus. He pushed a finger into her, dragging the thong along and using it to penetrate her, making her pants even louder. 'Feels like you're enjoying this, whatever you're saying.' She was tight and wet, tightening around him, able to breathe a little easier while he was supporting her. 'And this isn't your first time either! Five previous owners?' That was always a bad sign - either she was impossible to train, or was high maintenance or just a nuisance to deal with, despite any earning potential she might have. It was still fun to tease her though, sliding his finger in and out, as she slowly started to focus on him. Was that an attempt at a seductive smile? The huge ballgag was distorting her features enough that it was impossible to tell, before she batted her eyelashes at him. 'Nice body, but you sound like a handful, and not in a fun way.' Another finger-shove, pushing her thong all the way in, making her gasp and splutter before he withdrew, leaving the material wedged into place. 'I've got better things to do than be your 6th owner - and the resale value goes down every time.' He shoved her away, enjoying the sight of her hopping and lurching around, unable to find a comfortable position, the collar tight around her throat, choking her. Not a bad selection, even if none were quite to his taste. The last time it had all been desperate scrapings, barely worth even inspecting! At least all of these ones were attractive, just not what he was looking for. A dedicated fuck-maid would be ideal, and one that could do basic admin work, but those skills generally carried a premium. That didn't mean he couldn't have fun looking around though - maybe there might be something worthwhile somewhere else? Or at least he could go find some fuck-meat to use downstairs! |