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Part 4
The next day, still sleepily aglow from a long night of little sleep and much cavorting, Ming Ming served notice to her real estate agency and landlord. Fourteen days later she packed as much as she could into three pieces of luggage (a reasonable maximum for faking airline travel), put the rest of her belongings in storage, cleaned up the empty apartment, announced to family and friends that she was off on a Round-the-World-in-God-Only-Knows-How-Many-Months adventure, and moved north to San Francisco to live secretly with Carver.
Gallantly, Carver offered her a bedroom of her own, but she gave him a sultry smile, ran a hand down the inside of his trousers and drowned him in wet kisses while she toyed with his manhood. It didn't take long to convince him that her place was in his king sized bed.
She quickly became accustomed and then addicted to his prodigious appetite for sex, which (typically) started first thing in the morning with a half hour of cuddling and gentle wake-up intercourse, continued with a little lunchtime sodomy and a sandwich, resumed again in the early evening with nooky and wine, then finished with a full-scale sexual gala as a nightcap.
It wasn't long, of course, before she took advantage of Carver's apres-coitus male languor to coax more information from him about the Society. She learned that in addition to the semi-annual Great Feasts there were impromptu gatherings to dispose of recaptured runaways, which explained Katie's earlier cryptic reference to “lesser banquets.” Ming Ming learned that the black leather cuffs with their lethal injectors were actually leather-covered steel and were exceedingly difficult to cut off. Furthermore, the slightest attempt to do so set of a radio signal that triggered a prompt dispatch of “collection agents.” The foolish girl would then be snatched up and hustled to one of the Society's two secret banquet facilities where she would be kept in a small cage until a banquet was arranged to punish, cook and eat her. Only “a dozen or so” girls had attempted to “fly the coop” over the years, Carver assured her, and of those, only one had managed to evade recapture by the collectors. They did, however, recover her body and bring it back for conversion to dog food. She could have avoided the sting of the injectors, Carver admitted, by chopping off her hands and feet above the cuffs, but apparently she had been squeamish about preemptive amputation.
Both Carver and Ming Ming enjoyed the exuberant company of Katie and Roy, and since it was Katie's last few months to live before her starring role at the next Feast, they spent frequent evenings together indulging in ribald chatter and unfettered orgies. Ming Ming surprised herself at how easily she threw off the socially acceptable decorum that had characterized her sex life prior to signing up as livestock-in-waiting. Knowing that her days were numbered, that she could even be converted to meat before Katie finished digesting in her stomach, had given her a dazzling sense of freedom. What need had she now to be “respectable?” She would never have to work again and didn't have to worry about getting pregnant (Carver kept her on birth control) or raising a family. She could be as wild and wicked and have as much fun as she pleased. The only opinion she cared about was Carver's, and he happily encouraged whatever wanton excess she desired. As the days flowed by and her old life as an independent, struggling, professional woman faded into welcome oblivion, she came to luxuriate in her new status as a well-used piece of female property, currently on loan to and entirely at the disposal of her sexy, handsome Master.
Even her monthlys had ceased to be an impediment to her ardor. Carver was not the least put off by a woman's blood and kept available a large pad made up of thick towels sewn together by one of his earlier specimens of live-in livestock, long since called to dinner. He would simply throw it over the bed (or couch, or whatever) to absorb the menstrual effluent and take her as vigorously as ever. He called it their “fuck rug.” Of course there were many other ways to enjoy their passion without bloodying up the furniture: they could do it in the Jacuzzi, or on the lawn, or leaning against any convenient wall. If she was really gushing, he liked to play with it, smearing the blood all over her body and letting her smear it on him, followed by a delightful shower together, which gave them yet another venue for play while simultaneously cleansing themselves of crusted bodily fluids, both hers and his.
One night two weeks before Katie's kitchen date, all four friends let loose with particular abandon and gave Ming Ming her first experience in swapping partners. Up until then their group fornication had involved lots of crossover petting, licking, kissing, hand jobs and head, but no full-fledged fucking of the other's partner. On this night when Carver's sweat slicked body slid off hers and Roy's took it's place, she amazed herself at how ready and eager she was to accept a second well wetted cock inside her.
She remembered how devastated she'd been just three years before when she discovered that her lover at the time had been entertaining himself with call girls while she was off to a real estate meeting or indisposed with her monthly. How liberating it was not to care about such things any more! Exclusive sexual relationships were senseless for a girl soon to be carved up for dinner. A far more rational approach was to cram as much variation and pleasure as possible into whatever time was left.
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Inevitably, the weekend of Katie's Feast finally arrived. The journey to the banquet site began early Friday morning with a Southwest Air flight to Las Vegas followed by a long trip in a rented Lexus, made longer for the two women because they were required to wear blindfolds for the entire trip.
“Sorry to keep you in the dark,” Carver had told them as he secured the black masks in place, “but the Society feels the less their livestock knows about the locations of their facilities, the better.”
“Did you say locations, plural?” Ming Ming asked. “Are there more than one?”
“There's two. The other's in Florida.”
“That one's my favorite,” Katie chirped. “The grounds are gorgeous! Tropical gardens and all that shit. ‘Course, for me it doesn't much matter. I won't be roaming the grounds this time.”
Ming Ming lost track of time during the seemingly endless trip, and when it was finally over she was led, still blindfolded, out of the car and into a building. There the mask was removed and she found herself in an anonymous, stereotypical motel room. No brochures or other identifying information to be found. There was no clock, either. Her only hint the time was the fact that it was pitch black outside. Ron produced a small brass padlock and proceeded to lock Katie's ankle cuffs together before leaving the room to fetch back some Burger King food.
From there the night evolved into an out-and-out orgy. With her ankle cuffs unlocked once again, Katie indulged giddily in every outlandish sexual caprice she could think of.
“O my God! This is so fabulous!” she kept saying.
“Are you terribly nervous?” Ming Ming asked between bouts of dissolute carnality.
“Like you wouldn't believe!” Katie said. “I'm afraid I'll die of heart failure before they get to cook me. It's mind blowing!”
“Do you regret volunteering?”
“Fuck, no! I wouldn't trade these last six months for anything! Or this moment, for that matter. I'm scared silly and I can hardly wait all at the same time! Just thinking about what's going to happen gives me an orgasm. There's nothing like this in the whole wide world! Not even close!”
Early Saturday morning, blindfolds back in place and still exhausted from the night's excess, they resumed the journey. Ming Ming felt the speedy hum of the highway yield to a slower, more convoluted route, then slow to a rough bouncy stretch before stopping at what must have been a security gate. Men's voices. “I.D., please.” Beeps and clicks of a computer and cell phone. Unintelligible words. Then, “Enjoy the Feast, folks.” Followed by several more minutes of travel, this time on a smooth surface. When the car stopped again, Ming Ming heard the click of Roy's padlock and his soft voice instructing Katie to open her mouth. Katie said nothing. Ming Ming wondered what he was putting in Katie's mouth. A minute later Ming Ming heard the sound of the back door opening and the scrape of clothing on the plush upholstery. But by the time Carver finally removed her blindfold, Katie was gone.
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