Dream Slave Galleria

Dream Slave Galleria – Chapters 11 and 12

R.Platz 2008

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Chapter 11. Inspector Bill

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A few months later at the Dream Slave Galleria…

Bill Leamon was getting slightly annoyed. A week earlier he’d been promoted and transferred in from the DSG ranching operation. This city driving was a bitch and a traffic jam this morning had almost made him late. After two hours at his inspection station Bill couldn’t help but get aroused handling all the fresh girlmeat. It’s not that he didn’t have the opportunity to get off. These future cuntsteaks would do whatever he wanted, anything to delay their date with the butcher. It was only Bill’s professional attitude that kept him from mixing business with pleasure. Up till now he’d avoided the problem by arriving early enough to get a quick blowjob from Julia.

Julia… Now that was a nice surprise. He hadn’t known inspectors got their own personal assistants. And a PA at the DSG wasn’t just your average slave. They were selected from the most beautiful, top performing sex-slaves in the Galleria. Julia was a delightful nineteen year old who’d been a personal assistant for about a year. She had long brunette hair, ample breasts and a great ass. With her sensational body, pleasant personality and impressive skills it was going to be tuff for Bill not to become attached. Still, he knew from experience at the ranch it was best to avoid bonding with a slave.

Julia watched her new boss grading the meatgirls through the big observation window. It was almost time for his break and she was ready with a freshly cleaned ass. She caught his eye, patted her butt and pointed down the hall toward the break room.

Bill tried not to rush as he evaluated the scared piece of meat in front of him. He hefted each of her heavy breasts… gave them a good squeeze… stretched the big nipples. He ran his hand down her belly to her nice meaty cunt. Her ass was well defined, great texture, attractive curvy hips, overall a very pleasing figure. Prime, Bill clipped the tag on the trembling girl’s collar. A lower grade and it would have been a quick end on the kill floor with her disassembled and packaged in time for the afternoon shoppers.  For Prime it was different. There were numerous ways Prime meatgirls were utilized at the DSG, some of them more agreeable than others.

Break; finally Bill could get some relief. Inside the large break room was the usual raucous scene. Things had already started with about half a dozen DSG employees and their talented PAs sucking and fucking. Someone had brought along a dozen of the prospective sex-slaves from this morning’s delivery. And there were two girls from the naughty list. They were locked in old fashion stocks at the center of the room. They were bent 90 degrees at the waist with their head and hands held by the thick boards. The girl’s nervous asses were presented in an excellent position for a good whipping.

Bill surveyed the area and quickly spotted Julia on one of the padded benches. She had acquired two of the new slaves and had correctly surmised the sight of them licking ass would put a smile on her boss’s face. Bill planned to be using that tight ass shortly. He headed toward Julia but first paused by one of the unlucky girls in the stocks. Bill pulled out his stiff cock in front of the pretty face. “Let’s get this wet please.” The nervous slave eagerly sucked the dick into her mouth but she knew this wasn’t what she was here for. Decorating the wall was a large collection of tools designed to inflict pain on a naughty bottom.

Slaves made it onto the naughty list by failing to perform up to standard or experiencing some kind of minor fuck-up. If employees were in the mood for a little extreme play these were the slaves they could use. It was rough but a lot better for the girls than simply being relabeled as meat. Usually one intense session was enough to get a slave’s name taken off the list.

One of the most experienced PAs took a cane off the wall and stood behind the slave sucking Bill’s cock. As she lightly tapped the cane on the twitching bottom he could feel the suction increasing. The anxious girl knew what was coming when Bill pulled his dick from her mouth. The hot breath from her scream tickled his cock as he turned and headed toward Julia. Another shriek quickly followed as the cane landed on the other slave’s ass. It was easy to pick out the new slaves. Their wide eyes and attention focused on the naughty girls. They were somewhat surprised by the heavy strokes inflicted by a fellow slave.  The more experienced sex-slaves understood. If this PA didn’t give a good performance the roles would certainly end up reversed.

Julia knew exactly what Bill wanted when he sat down next to her. She removed his pants and straddled him cowgirl style, wiggling her butt down on his cock. He’d had her ass every day this week and was still impressed with her enthusiastic attitude. Bill motioned to the prospective sex-slaves to bring their tits to his face. He casually played with the boobs while Julia worked her magic with her ass. Firm… definitely Prime… he sucked and nibbled on the nipples.

Bill’s mind began to wander as he sucked and fondled the big breasts.  These two had exceptional bodies but odds were against them to make it as sex-slaves. Less than one in ten ever made it past the auditions. It was simple supply and demand. A well trained sex-slave would last for years but a meatgirl could only be served once. And the public’s demand for tasty girlmeat was increasing every year. More than likely these two pretty slaves would end up on the auction block or in a cage labeled live whole roaster. Or they might get delivered to a rich DSG client with an expensive Meat-of-the-Month plan.  Bill rolled the firm flesh back and forth in his hands and reflected on the different ways the big tit might be cooked. Baked… roasted… grilled… mmmmm… grilled titties…

An unusual squeal from one of the naughty slaves brought his attention back to the room. This PA was quite adept with the cane and the result was an energetic show. She alternated between the two bottoms; striking with varying degrees of force and rapidity. She kept both red asses hopping and squirming in a most entertaining manner. Their shrieks and screams mixed with the sex sounds in the room and made for a decidedly wicked atmosphere.

One by one the girls got the men off then busied themselves sucking the cocks clean. Even with Julia’s great grinding skills Bill managed to hold out the longest. He came and gripped her ass tightly, holding her motionless for several minutes.  When he finally let go she dismounted and like the other slaves finished the cleanup with her mouth. She sucked slow and hard, cleaning off all the cum and cherry flavored lube she’d used in her ass.  Bills face stayed calmly nestled between the two big sets of breasts. By now all thoughts of the bad start to his day had completely faded from his mind.

After all the guys had come the caning of the naughty slaves stopped. The room was quieter. Without all the screaming the mood became more relaxed. The PA took a moment to examine her work. There needed to be sufficient evidence these asses had been through a serious ordeal.  Once satisfied there were enough nasty welts to get the girls off the list, she put the cane back on the wall.

Bill gave a final kiss to the tits against his face then whispered something to the slaves. They giggled and looked over at the whipped girls. He’d suggested they lick the naughty pussies to help distract them from their pain. The two moved behind the striped bottoms and got to work with their tongues.

Bill caught the attention of a co-worker further down the bench. “Dave, could you lend me another girl. I think Julia could use a little attention.” The PA raised her eyes but didn’t stop her slow sucking motion on his dick.

“Sure, the blond or the redhead?”

Bill grasped her hair and lifted, sliding Julia’s sucking mouth off his cock. “Any preferences?”

Julia looked at her choices. “Let’s give the redhead a try.” Even though it was her turn to get off Julia wouldn’t miss an opportunity to entertain the guys. And as an experienced PA she knew the type of entertainment these guys enjoyed.

She stood and when the approaching slave was in reach she surprised the girl by abruptly grabbing both her nipples. Julia pinched just hard enough to elicit a grimace. “Soooo… girlmeat, you think you’ve got what it takes to keep your juicy cunt off the menu?” The confused freckle faced slave couldn’t think of an answer. “Well… let’s test your pussy sucking skills.”

In position on her knees the prospective sex-slave started with a slow lick on Julia’s pussy. Not what she had in mind. “Suck it!” Julia firmly grasped the slave’s head as the girl’s mouth surrounded her clit. The slave began to suck and Julia moved her hips, forcing the slaves head back and forth… It was an extremely erotic site, Julia grinding that pretty face between her legs. “More tongue!” The slave was making a sincere effort and Julia’s body was definitely responding.

Most in the room were watching Bill’s PA as she used the young girl’s mouth. Dicks began to grow and slaves were again put to the task of sucking cock. Bill didn’t want to hang around for round two. He’d made enough progress this morning that if he went back to work now he could probably complete his job before lunch. That would leave his entire afternoon free.

He quickly dressed and walked over to the slaves licking the naughty pussies. He took the long pony tail of one and pulled her head away. “Stay on your knees.” Using her hair like a leash he led the slave crawling toward Julia’s backside. Her big tits swayed back and forth till Bill stopped her a few inches from Julia‘s butt. He spread the firm ass exposing Julia’s tight little anus. “Guess where your tongue needs to be.” The slave quickly pressed her face between the cheeks and buried her tongue in the cherry flavored asshole.

Julia’s hips started moving again. He slid his fingers back and forth over one very erect nipple. She was getting close. Bill whispered in his PA’s ear, “I’m going back to work. Meet me at the food court around noon. I’m buying lunch today.” As he left he turned to see Julia with a hand on both slaves’ heads pressing their mouths hard against her. She had that distinctive expression that comes with a happy ending.

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Chapter 12. Fun with Tits

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Bill did finish grading the day’s shipment of meatgirls. And like he planned found Julia waiting for him at a table in the food court.

“So Julia, what’ll you have? Just nothing that’ll bust my budget.”

“I’ve heard the girlburgers here are fantastic… it that’s alright with you.” This was quite a treat for Julia as DSG slave food was average cafeteria fare.

Bill caught the eye of a pretty waitress who quickly made her way to their table. She wore an outfit that was little more than a few leather straps criss-crossing her petite body, covering none of the naughty bits. She also had the black leather collar indicating she was a slave. “My PA will have a girlburger.  Tell me, what cut of girlmeat’s used for the Fajitas?”

“Sir, it’s a lean USDA Select rump that’s marinated overnight.”

“That sounds good. I’ll have that and two glasses of your house red please.” As the waitress wrote down their order Bill stared at her perky pointed breasts. “Hmmm… add an order of crispy fried nipple chips.” He slipped a finger around one of her straps and pulled her chest to his face. Almost half of the cute little tit disappeared into Bill’s mouth. He enjoyed it for a minute then joked, “Will I be having these later with my lunch?”

“No Sir, sorry. But the deluxe nipple chips come with a collection of live tits to select from if you’d like to upgrade your order.”

Whoa, no way could Bill afford that, even with his employee discount. “No thanks, we’re good.”

It was a different story one table across where a couple of rich middle-aged ladies inspected a selection of live cuntsteaks. Their waitress waited patiently while the two squeezed and prodded the meat, commenting on the attributes of each piece. They looked at over a dozen meatgirls before picking the pussies for their lunch. Bill recognized one of the cunts selected as a girl he’d inspected this morning. Prime… it must be nice to have that kind money.

A cute young blond waiting for a takeout order caught Bill’s eye. The silver flash of an I.D. tag on her collar identified her as someone’s PA. Bill’s position allowed him use of most slaves, an exception being the personal assistants. PAs were considered the property of their boss and “off limits” without first getting permission. There was something different about this girl. Her demeanor seemed too lighthearted for a slave at the DSG. “Any idea who she belongs to?”

Julia followed Bill’s eyes across the food court till she spotted the pretty slave. She recognized her immediately. “Oh, that’s Rachael’s PA. You interested?”

“Yea, see what you can do for me.”

This was where a good PA could really show her stuff. PAs weren’t just for sex; they were the back room facilitator kings. Julia jumped up to catch the slave before she could leave with her order. Bill watched intently as the teens stood together chatting. They looked more like gossiping schoolgirls than slaves talking about getting fucked. After a minute a smiling Julia looked over to make sure Bill was watching. She reached up and did a quick double “honk honk” squeeze of the PA’s right tit! The giggling girls parted and Julia rejoined her boss at the table.

Bill didn’t like waiting. “Well?”

“Well… Vicky’s going to check with Rachael right now and get back to me in a few minutes.”

“Vicky… so that’s her name.” Bill seemed annoyed with the situation.

Julia tried to ease the tension. “Don’t worry, I’ve worked for Rachael. You’re just the kind of guy she likes to meet.” It didn’t take long for Julia’s phone to ring. It was Vicky relaying Rachael’s offer she and Bill swap PAs after lunch.

“Excellent. Make it so.” Bill relaxed and chuckled at his own nerdy quote.

The two enjoyed their delicious lunch while Julia brought Bill up to speed on Rachael and Vicky. Rachael had started a DSG cooking internship just after graduating High School. She had a real affection for pussy and with her creative presentation ideas had advanced to a position of Head Chef. Among the employees Rachael was also highly respected as a resourceful businesswoman. She catered private parties on the side and helped put together “special events”. Her keen insight into the perverted minds of the rich gave Rachael a good idea what they’d pay for.

Vicky… The story Julia’d heard was her parents sold her for tickets to the Dinner Theater. She now held the DSG slave record for the shortest time to reach the level of PA. Several weeks ago Vicky was the prize awarded to the Employee of the Month. That was won by the Snuff Palace manager, but as luck would have it he lost her in a poker game to Rachael.

When lunch was over Julia called Vicky to find out where they should meet. “They’re at Rachael’s office at the back of the Sushi Bar.”

On the way Bill asked Julia about something that was puzzling him. “From your description of Rachael I get the impression she likes the ladies. So why’d you say I’m the kind of guy she wants to meet?”

“Well… you’re an inspector. Rachael’s side jobs require a lot of meat… it’s really not my place to say more.”

Rachael’s office was nothing fancy, just big enough for a couch and a desk. The walls were decorated with nicely framed pictures of the signature dishes she’d created. Gorgeous dishes of cuntsteak, titties, and rump arranged on plates like your finest cuisine. Rachel was an attractive fit woman of about 30 with short dark hair. She wore a tight knee length black Chinese style halter dress, with a generous slit up both sides. Her door was open and when they entered she moved around her desk to greet them.

After the usual exchange of pleasantries she stared straight at Julia. “So this is mine for the afternoon…” Bill sensed a rather awkward vibe. As Rachael continued to stare she spoke in an even controlled voice, “Is this how I taught you to greet your mistress?”

Julia hesitated only slightly before dropping to her knees. She held her face just inches away from Rachael’s crotch. At the same time she wedged both her hands between her own legs, pressed against her pussy.  Immediately Rachael’s friendly attitude returned and she carried on her conversation with Bill.

“So Bill… you spotted Vicky. She’s turning out to be quite a dick magnet!” Bill was curious why she wasn’t here. “Well I was told you haven’t seen the Fetish Furniture Shop yet. I thought it would be a fun place for a first date. I know the manager and it’s all been arranged. Vicky left to get her ass ready a few minutes ago; she’s probably there by now.”

Bill found Rachael’s manner intriguing; the way she ignored the slave on her knees staring at her crotch. Bill looked at Julia’s face. He lips were slightly parted as she intently focused on Rachael’s pussy. “Directions?”

“Second floor, far south end.” With that Rachael turned her attention to Julia. She spread her legs as far as the tight dress allowed and raised the front till it was just high enough. The second her pussy came into view Julia was on it like a starved cat on a bowl of cream. Rachael closed her eyes. When she opened them a few moments later she was amused to see Bill still standing there. She flashed him a sly little smile. “Second floor, far south end.”

Bill headed for the furniture shop with a noticeable bulge in his pants. He ignored the other storefronts along the way. He was ready to get his hands on that cute piece of ass. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight in the Fetish Furniture Shop’s display window. The first thing that came to mind was the ball pit at a children’s play center. But the pit Vicky stood next to didn’t contain plastic balls; breasts… real girlskin breasts. The girlskin covered silicone implants custom molded to match their original shape. They were stunning, all oiled up, glistening under the display window lighting.

Bill stared like a deer caught in car headlights… How many breasts were in that pit? 200? 300? This was a titman’s wet-dream! Vicky was completely naked with her hair pulled back in a tight bun. When she saw Bill the smiling slave gave him a wink and sat down on the padded edge of the pit. She carefully rolled onto the slippery breasts. Wow… the slave writhed and slithered among the tits until her entire body was covered in oil. Bill stood there with his mouth wide open… his dick rock hard.

Vicky selected one of the biggest breasts and rubbed it around on her pussy. She held the large boob squeezed between her legs, rolled over flat on her back and picked up another tit. While holding it over her face she sucked on the big nipple like a baby feeding from a bottle. She picked up more of the shinny breasts, sucking on them, rubbing them all over her, on her face, on her chest, between her legs. She undulated in the big box of tits, scooping up breasts, half burying herself in the voluptuous material.

This was Vicky’s first time in the Titty-Pit and it was an unbelievable turn on. She’d walked by the store before and wondered what it‘d be like to be fucking on that sinful bed of breasts. It reminded her of how she felt at Susan’s when she’d tried on the girlskin bra… This was something forbidden… Now here she was, the center of attention, in the middle of all these soft slippery tits… She stared at Bill and sucked on a small pointed breast. She flicked her tongue back and forth on the nipple and motioned for Bill to join her.

Bill raced through the showroom door. He was immediately slowed, having to make his way around the kinky furniture. Most of the bizarre pieces incorporated live slaves in their design. There was a coffee table with a slave for the base. An opening allowed the slave bottom to protrude a few inches above the glass table top. A small flower arrangement had been stuck in the slave’s asshole. There were chairs with cutouts for a slave’s head that could be adjusted to various positions. The strangest was a tall floor lamp with an unusual optical illusion. The base was a buxom slave that appeared to have a spit running completely through her. A black leather hood protected her upturned face from the light on the top of the spit. Bill paused for just a moment to study the unusual lamp, and then continued on to get Vicky.

“Welcome to the Titty-Pit Mr. Leamon. Watch out, they’re slippery!” Giggling she squeezed the small breast between her hands till it squirted out plopping back in the pile.

Bill tore his shirt trying to get his clothes off fast. Then when he dove into the Titty-Pit he almost disappeared below the surface. Vicky helped dig him out and let out a little squeal when Bill grabbed her breasts, giving them a good hard squeeze. His hands were all over her. While Bill enjoyed the feel of Vicky’s firm body she rubbed the oily tits over every part of him. She spoke in a soft coy voice, “I’ve been told I’m a pretty good cocksucker…”

“Yea, let’s see what you can do.”

Vicky moved into a good position and proceeded to immediately swallow him whole. Bill had a big dick but it didn’t keep her head from bobbing up and down the entire length of his cock. She sucked hard using great mouth and tongue action… she kept up a good pace… she didn’t slow down… Bill was truly impressed. Over time he’d had a lot of desperate meatgirl’s suck his dick but none had equaled the talents of Vicky. Finally on an upstroke Bill pulled his dick out of her mouth. “Where’d a young thing like you learn to suck cock like that?”

Vicky burst into a big grin. “My mother taught me!”

Definitely not the answer Bill was expecting. “Your mother? Really… your mother… So, what else did your mother teach you?”

Vicky had an enthusiastic response. “How to be a good assfucker!”

Bill smiled, “Aahhh, you are a dirty little girl. I guess I’ll have to try your dirty little girl ass. It better be clean though, I’m going to finish back in your mouth.”

“Clean and full of wild strawberry lube.” With all the tits Bill hadn’t even noticed the butt plug protruding from Vicky’s ass. She straddled him cowgirl style and replaced the plug with his cock.

At first Vicky’s slow belly dancer like hip motions were nice but nothing special. She gradually increased the speed and things got much more exciting. Then Vicky started clenching and relaxing her butt muscles with a technique that was truly inspired.

Bill closed his eyes and like making a “snow angel” moved his arms back and forth across the slippery gleaming breasts. Laying on nothing but soft tits… a tight young assfucker doing a brilliant job… He found himself slipping into an almost dreamlike state…

Thanks to Julia’s earlier work Bill was able to last quite a while. But before he got too close he wanted to experience more of Vicky’s deep throating skill. “Use your mouth again.” Up till now Bill’s view of the display window had been blocked by Vicky’s body. When she rolled off him to go back to sucking, Bill could see the small crowd watching through the window. The sight of a beautiful young slave grinding her ass on a big cock had attracted about half a dozen shoppers. No matter, Bill wasn’t the bashful type.

Then he spotted Rachael walking Julia behind her on a short chain leash. Someone was having fun with his PA this afternoon. She was dressed in a tightly cinched corset creating that traditional hourglass shape. Her black leather boots had such a high stiletto heal Julia was having a difficult time walking. Her awkward steps gave the slave tits a delightful erratic bounce. Rachael paused just long enough to watch Vicky’s mouth totally engulf Bill’s dick.

Rachael carefully led Julia through the furniture store till they were standing beside the Titty-Pit. “Nice cock Bill.” She was impressed with his stamina considering Vicky’s well deserved reputation.

“Thanks Rachael. Feel free to join in.”

To his total surprise she removed her dress and slid onto the shiny oiled breasts. “I never get tired of these tits!” She moved Vicky and for a moment sucked on the head of Bill’s dick.  “Mmmm… tasty… but I prefer eating pussy.”

Bill smiled. “Me too!” He was finding Rachael very appealing and made a small suggestive motion with his tongue.

Rachael laughed. She sat up and let Vicky get back to work. “Thanks for the offer Bill but I really like using the slaves. That little extra something you get whipping ass while they suck really gets me off.” She looked at Julia and made a rotating motion with her finger. Julia turned to display the dozen or so crop marks still visible on her bright red bottom.

Bill knew exactly what she meant. “You should visit our inspection station. The meatgirls can be very entertaining with that “little extra something.”

“I just might take you up on that. Julia, Vicky’s got all the cock; why don’t you help out with the balls.” Julia slid into the pit being careful to keep her stiletto heels hanging over the edge. This was her first time on the breasts and she was surprised how natural they felt.

While the two slaves worked on Bill’s cock and balls, Rachael casually slid a tit around on his chest. “Listen Bill, I hate to interrupt your fun. When you’re finished here I’ve got a business proposition to discuss.”

Bill found talking with Rachael distracting enough to prolong the great blow job he was getting. “No, that’s ok… what’d you have in mind?”

“I’m looking for specific types of meat for my catering business. Obviously really nice cunts but other things too. Clits that are big but not freakishly so and of course really great tits.” Rachael spent a moment searching through the collection of breasts, flipping them nipple side up. Then she spotted what she was hunting for. “Tits like this, with this yummy bite size puffy nipple.”

The expression on Bill’s face suggested Vicky’s efforts were about to pay off. His body tensed; with a gasp and several thrusts he shot his load into the slave’s gulping mouth. It was the strongest orgasm Bill could remember having. It took him a moment to recover… “Whew! That’s some talented PA you’ve got there!”

“I know. Listen, if you spot a piece of girlmeat you think I’d be interested in just jot down their tag number. I‘ll have them intercepted before they’re processed through the system. I can’t tell you what kind of payment we’re talking about but ask around. I always make sure everyone’s happy.”

A store slave arrived holding a stack of fresh towels. Rachael cleaned off the oil and dressed. “I look forward to doing business with you Bill. Keep both the girls; I’ve got some shopping to do. I saw a sale on Big Titty® girlskin couch cushions that I’ve just been dying to have.”

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Dream Slave Galleria

R.Platz 2008