The Society of Atreus

Part 3

For Ming Ming the signing ceremony was an almost ethereal experience. All four of them held hands around the table as she spoke aloud the words of the contract that had been placed before her, that would strip away her old identity and bind her to a new, irreversible and wildly exciting fate.

“I, Ming Ming Xo , of my own free will, hereby convey my body and person to The Society of Atreus as its wholly owned property for use as meat at any time it so designates. I renounce all my former rights as a free human being and, as property of the Society, acknowledge that I am now entirely subject to any and all rules, orders and penalties it deems fit to impose. ”

Katie squeezed Ming Ming's hand and seemed to glow with excitement as she finished reading. With her own stomach aflutter, Ming Ming picked up the pen Carver placed beside her hand and signed the document. He then handed her a razor blade and instructed her to cut her thumb and impress her thumbprint in blood on top of her signature. She did. The final part of the ceremony was a round robin of ritual kisses. She felt gripped in a swirl of competing emotions, a wild admixture of dread and exhilaration.

“You now belong to the Society,” Carver declared. “You are, in a word, livestock, and I have been appointed as your handler whom you must obey. Does that make you nervous?”

“Not at all,” she lied. “Should it?”

“Not yet. But I may order you to do things that you'd rather not do. How will you respond?”

“What kind of things?”

“Doesn't matter. You're just livestock. You've renounced all rights as a free person. How will you respond to an order from your appointed handler?”

She sighed. “I'll obey.”

“Right answer. I'll try not to make your life difficult, but I will expect obedience.”

“You're not going to make me . . . do stuff, are you?”

“Stuff?”

“I think she means sex,” suggested Katie with a lascivious smile.

Ming Ming's face grew hot. “No I didn't! I mean, maybe, but not just that.”

Carver laughed heartily. “Sex will remain an option for you, my dear. I had more practical things in mind. For instance, now that you're our property, it will be necessary for me to check you out and make sure you are who you say you are and live where you say you live. So . . . when we finish our dessert, we'll leave here and regroup at your place. I trust you have no objection to that.”

“No. Of course not. I'm an obedient livestock girl, right? Besides, I am who I say I am. I'm wondering something, though. What happens if a girl . . . not me, but some other girl . . . tries to back out?”

“See that word ‘penalties'? The penalty for attempted escape is death.”

“But if she's gonna die as meat anyway, how is that a penalty?”

“Dying as meat can be quick and painless, or even slow and painless. Dying as punishment is very different.”

“Okay, but what if she just skips town and disappears?”

“She can skip town, but she can't disappear. Listen to me, Ming Ming; don't even think in those terms. Why would you have come this far and signed that agreement, if deep down you weren't yearning to be converted to meat? This is your destiny, Ming Ming. Your body and psyche are crying out for it. Nothing else can truly satisfy and thrill you.”

“Yeah, you're right,” she found herself saying.

Later that evening, when all four Members of the Society of Atreus had gathered in the residence of its newest head of livestock, Carver and Roy began a thorough search, inspecting every cabinet, closet, piece of furniture, drape, cushion, wall, even the wall sockets.

“They're looking for bugs, hon,” Katie explained. “They'll be checking you out, too,” she giggled. “Hope you're not wired.”

“What? Are they gonna frisk me?”

Katie giggled harder. “At least!”

When the two men began examining Ming Ming's files and personal papers in the small room that served as her office, she started to protest; but Katie gently restrained her, pulling her down on the sofa next to her.

“They have to look at everything, hon,” she said in a soothing tone. “Remember that agreement you just read to us, then signed and stamped with your own blood? You've got to start thinking of yourself as property. This is what it's like. It's deliciously demeaning!”

Ming Ming nodded. “You're right, I guess. It does float my boat. It's exciting in a strange way. Almost like having to get naked in front of an audience on TV.”

“Are you thinking of that Fear Factor show a few years back?” Katie asked. Ming Ming nodded sheepishly and they both laughed. “Well, get set for a personalized rerun!”

“What do you mean?”

As if on cue, Carver appeared in front of her and said, “Okay, Ming Ming, it's time for a personal inspection. Stand up and disrobe.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Stand up and take off your clothes. We need to inspect you.”

“Right here? In front of everyone?”

“Right now! Do it!”

Ming Ming was stunned. “I . . . I . . .” She was blushing again, hotly!

Katie jumped up. “Don't be silly, Ming!” Katie pulled her dress up over her head, flinging it onto the corner of the sofa. Ming Ming was shocked to see that she had been wearing nothing beneath the slinky dress. She was also impressed by the magnificent bosom Katie thrust out proudly as she spun. Nor could she fail to notice that Katie had shaved herself as clean as a prepubescent girl. A little gold ring dangled sexily from one of her pussy lips. “See how easy it is?” Katie was saying. “They just want to make sure you're not hiding something. Remember girl, you're just meat on the hoof now and one day you'll be paraded naked through a room full of banqueters about to dine on you. So what do you care? Time to get used to it.”

Ming Ming's three companions watched her expectantly, Katie's face aglow with deviltry, the two men with expressions that spoke only of rapidly expiring patience. She knew it was time to begin acting out her fantasy. Livestock were expected to obey their handlers. Embarrassment and humiliation were part of the thrill, after all, she told herself. If the Fear Factor contestants could get naked on national TV in an auditorium full of titillated strangers, she could certainly manage it in front of a nude woman and two men who had seen it all many times.

She used her toes to push off her heels, then rose gracefully to her bare feet. She was wearing her favorite dress, the one she wore on third dates when her plan was to end the evening with her clothes on the floor under his. It was a high-neck, knee-length, jade green, silk chi-pao slit up to the top of her thigh and held together by a series of frogs curving in an arc up the front. Not only did the clingy silk with its dragon motif show off her eye-catching curves and exotic ethnicity, but the frogs — unbuttoned slowly from the top — presented an incredibly sensual means of getting naked, whether she did it while exciting her date, or he did it while seducing her. Now, pushing aside her embarrassment, she went into her slow tease mode, releasing the top frog first and working her way down all six in slow motion, all the while looking her tall, blond “handler” in the eyes. As the two halves of the dress gradually peeled apart, she could see his smile widen. When the last frog was released, she pulled the dress fully open and let it slide down her arms and drop to the carpet.

She picked up the dress and placed it carefully on the opposite side of the sofa from Katie's dress. Now only a minimally adequate green bra and thong preserved her from total nudity. She reached behind her to find the clasp that would release the upper garment, but her fingers were trembling a little and sweaty, making it hard to deal with the hooks. Finally they came free and, taking a deep breath to quell her nerves, she peeled the bra away from her breasts, fighting off the entrenched compulsion to cover her nipples with her hands. Part of her discomfort was a feeling of exposed inadequacy when she compared herself to the flagrantly endowed Katie watching her from the sofa. She felt better when she saw both men give approving nods, and laid the filmy black bra on top of her discarded dress.

Stomach churning, heart thudding, head roaring with the rush of blood and adrenalin, she hooked her thumbs under the thong for the final stage of her disrobing. Slowly and elegantly (and hoping she wouldn't throw up) she lowered the thin piece of lacy material past her neatly trimmed black pubic bush and down her golden legs to her ankles, where she stepped out of it and draped it daintily on top of the bra and dress. Standing up straight, she faced her audience with as much aplomb as her nerves would allow.

Carver's voice broke the silence. “Superb!”

“An excellent specimen!” Roy added.

“O my God! You're lovely!” Katie chimed in. “It's an unforgivable sin to cover up such a perfect body! You should be naked all the time. I really, really regret, now, that I won't be around to enjoy you when you're served. If you taste half as good as you look, you'll be a smash! But I'm glad, at least, that you'll get to enjoy me . I'm not as young as you — I'm thirty-one — so I won't be quite as tender, but I'm still close enough to prime so your first taste of girl meat will be a good one. Us older girls have lots of flavor. See if you can talk Carver into giving you a taste of one of these.” She cradled both impressive boobs in her hands. “Roy has promised to have them injected full of light cream before they roast me, so they'll be really firm and juicy. Haven't you, hon?”

Roy smiled and nodded. “Mammalia as grand as yours, Katie, always deserve special attention.” Sensing that Ming Ming might take that as a belittlement of her own smaller bust, he turned to her and explained, “Large tits are always good because they provide more meat, and it's the most popular cut. But smaller tits are just as tasty, if not more so. Nipples, of course, are a special delicacy, although they're rather chewy, so unless the girl is roasted, we generally deep fry them to crisp them up. And, of course, the cunt is especially esteemed — that's the lips, vagina and womb. Your handler gets first dibs on those. They can be deep fried, as well. Or steamed under pressure to tenderize them.”

Carver stepped in front of her and cupped both her breasts in his hands. “If you're thinking that you don't come up to Katie's standard, forget it. Yours are the perfect shape and firmness.”

“That's right, dear.” Katie rushed up beside Carver and placed her hands over his on top of Ming Ming's breasts. “Your boobs are ideal! They're beautifully proportioned, naturally firm and will be absolutely scrumptious for those lucky enough to get some. And those little pink teats are absolutely darling! Honey, there may be more of me to eat, but you'll be a perfect vision! You'll take everyone's breath away! And once you're fully cooked, you'll be glorious! I'd swap my body for yours any day.”

Relieved and cheered by the positive reviews of her anatomy (if not entirely convinced), Ming Ming's embarrassment ebbed quickly. She was beginning to relish the strange feelings that her new status elicited. It was extraordinarily erotic to be handled and discussed like an animal, evaluated only as an attractive and tasty meal.

So when Carver ordered her to spread her legs, bend over and pull her butt cheeks apart for an anal inspection, her initial reaction of outrage was instantly overruled by a sexual buzz that nearly knocked her over. She did as ordered, aware that for the first time in her life she was responding to a nature she had never before dared to face or admit. She loved this! She loved being demeaned and humiliated — not privately and against her will, but by her own choice and in front of others who accepted her for what she really was. She was freed at last from any need to put up a pretense of strength and competency. None of that mattered any more. Not for an animal soon to be meat. She could let all that go and devote her remaining days to pure and simple obedience. She felt Carver's latex gloved finger probe deeply into her bowels as the others watched. She felt like a dog at the vet's, and enjoyed the marvelous shame of it.

She was even more wonderfully mortified when he led her into her bedroom and ordered her to sit on the edge of her bed, lie back, lift her legs high and hold them spread wide. She delighted in her obscene degradation as he inserted a vaginal spreader and conducted an even deeper and more thorough search, this time with his bare fingers, while the others watched nearby. She had no doubt they would have grabbed her legs and forced them apart if she had not meekly obeyed. As well they should! It felt exactly right to be treated this way.

“Well, she's not hiding anything in those two places,” Carver reported, slipping the spreader out of Ming Ming's vagina and slapping her on the rump. “She's rather tight, though. Those tissues need some tenderizing.”

“Well, you should have plenty of time to fix that,” Roy chuckled.

“Ooo. Lucky her!” Katie purred.

Ming Ming felt her face burning. Did that mean her handsome “handler” expected sex on demand? Didn't he say sex would be optional? Did she want it to be? Was rape really rape if she secretly desired him anyway? Still, it would be sweeter if he asked. Or would it? She grew moist as she imagined him grabbing her, throwing her on the bed, removing his jacket and shirt, his pants, his . . . .

“Let's go into the living room and discuss a few basics, first,” Carver said mildly. He took Ming Ming's hand and led her to a chair at her dining table. She glanced over at her clothes, but he shook his head. “Nope. You're going to remain naked the rest of the night as a reminder of your new status. Katie, you can get dressed if it's okay with Roy.”

“I'd rather stay nude, if I may.” Katie gave her handler an imploring look.

Roy nodded. He knew Katie enjoyed being naked and suspected she was trying to help Ming Ming settle into her role.

“Well, Ming Ming,” Carver continued, “I must say I'm pleased with your behavior so far. Until you're called up as meat, or volunteer, you'll have a fair amount of latitude in your everyday life. The danger is that you'll mistake that latitude for freedom. You are NOT free. You are property now and you must obey your owners, the Society. I represent the Society, so that means you must obey me . Failure to obey will bring serious consequences. Do you understand that?”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“It means nothing to me because I will obey. But please don't hurt me.”

“Why do you think I'd hurt you?”

“You said something about most of the girls being bdsm types who like pain. I don't. I want to obey, but please don't make me accept pain. I don't want to be whipped and . . . stuff. I know I'm going to be meat, but . . . ”

“I won't subject you to any pain, Ming Ming. Only if you are disobedient, or ask for it. What I mean is, you may want to experiment a little, see if you do enjoy it in easy doses. It can be very erotic. But I won't demand it. Okay?”

Softly. “Okay.”

“Here's what I do want. You are to give notice to your landlord and your real estate firm. Two to four weeks. No longer. ”

“Why? How will I earn a living? Where will I live?”

“You will be coming to live in my house. L.A. is too far away for me to keep proper track of you. You can always join a real estate firm in San Fran if you want to, but I will support you if you don't.”

“Are you expecting me to be your . . . concubine?”

“Do you want to be?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Haven't I already said that you do?”

“But it sounds like we have a Master/slave relationship going here. I mean, you give orders and I have to obey. What if you order me to let you . . . you know . . . fuck me? What then?”

Katie, bright eyed, started to interject a comment, but Carver held up a hand. “Ah . . . would you two mind giving us some privacy for a moment?”

Ron stood up. “Certainly!” He took hold of Katie's arm. “Come wench!” As he pulled her into the bedroom, Katie smiled lecherously back at Ming Ming, rubbing her slit suggestively with her free hand.

“Now,” said Carver, melting Ming Ming into her chair with his eyes. “Let's get something straight. Yes , as your handler I am, de facto, your Master. And since you brought up the term, you may call me that. Except in public, of course. And Yes , I want to fuck you because you are inordinately beautiful and immeasurably sexy. And Yes , as your Master I could order you to let me fuck you and if you refused I could have you punished. But Yes , I do keep my promises, so whether we fuck or not remains your option. In fact, since you're so worried about it . . .”

“I'm not worried about it.”

“. . . since you're apparently concerned about it, I am issuing the following order: if and when you decide you would like to have sex with me, you are to tell me so. Until then, I will not touch you. Clear?”

“Yes . . . Master .” An enigmatic smile blossomed on Ming Ming's face. She was obviously pleased with herself.

Carver returned the smile and lapsed into silence, letting his eyes surf the elegant contours of her body. Ming Ming shifted self-consciously under his smokey gaze. Part of her wanted to cover her exposed intimate parts with her hands, but another part of her — the part that knew well what affect she had on men — wanted to preen.

Ming Ming inevitably found herself unnerved by the silence. “So,” she said, “now that I'm a full-fledged, wholly owned, fully examined bit of livestock for the Society of Atreus, can you tell me how this enforcement thing works? How do you find and round up girls who chicken out and disappear?”

“Glad you mentioned that,” Carver said. “I almost forgot.” He slipped out of his chair where he had been facing her and sank to one knee in front of her. “Lift up your right leg.”

Ming Ming raised her right leg so that it was extended straight out from the chair seat. For a few giddy seconds she thought he was planning to put her leg over his shoulder and do something deliciously indecent to her exposed sex. Instead, he pulled from his jacket pocket a black leather cuff exactly like the ones Katie was wearing and in a single well-practiced motion clamped it around her right ankle and locked it on with a click. It was about an inch and a half wide and quite thick. For the first time she noticed that the gold buckle was just a decoration. The O-ring extending inconspicuously from one side, however, seemed ominously utilitarian.

“Your other foot, please,” he said, and when she lifted that leg he clamped on an identical cuff. Then he asked her to extend her hands to him, which she did without hesitation. He promptly adorned each wrist with a cuff identical to those on her ankles. She held them out all four limbs to inspect them. Each cuff was trimmed on the edges with a delicate Grecian decorative pattern in gold.

“These are very pretty,” she said. “But what are they for?”

“They have four functions, besides making you look even sexier. First: they identify you to as part of the Society livestock inventory. Second: they're locators. They enable us to find you with GPS technology wherever you may be. Third: they can be used in conjunction with padlocks to restrain you when needed. And fourth: they're radio-activated termination devices.”

“Termination devices?”

“Exactly. They contain small needles which, when activated by a radio signal, inject a virulent poison into your body. Let's say a girl is weak minded enough to try to escape her sworn obligation and runs to the police, or finds some refuge where our collection agents can't get to her. Unfortunately, we would then have to activate the injectors.”

“Which terminates her.”

“Painfully.”

“Would I be right in guessing I can't get them off?”

“Correct.”

“Can you get them off?”

“Not even me.”

“Which means I'm really committed now.”

“You really are.”

“No way out.”

“Your fate is sealed, my dear.”

She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. “Good.”

“Good, huh? It doesn't make you feel the least bit scared?”

“Jesus God, yes! It scares me shitless! Which, as Katie predicted, makes it wonderfully exciting! I've dreamed of being . . . livestock . . . for years, wondering what it would be like. What it's like is an indescribably intense rush!”

Carver sighed. “You're fabulous, Ming Ming. Too bad I have to wait for your invitation to ravish you.”

“Who said you had to wait?”

“Oh?”

Ming raised her cuffed ankles again and placed them lightly on Carver's shoulders, sandwiching his head between her size six feet and giving him a direct view of that feminine grove so coveted by lovers. “Well, Master ?” she cooed. “Does this strike you as an invitation?”

“Close enough,” he said, and began licking his way slowly up the inside of her legs, with special and prolonged attention to her inner thighs. By the time he reached that sweetest of all junctions, she was already in the throes of her third orgasm. Katie and Roy were still going at it noisily in the bedroom, but they made room for the moaning Ming Ming when Carver, having licked his way up to her breasts, carried her in and laid her down beside them on the bed, all the while suckling on her left nipple.