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He didn’t look older than seventeen, though I’d known he had to be older simply because of the knowledge in his head, not to mention the power I felt in him, underneath the magic of the cuffs and collar, which I assumed were draining him.
Etta stepped to him and met his gaze, and I immediately scented Pio’s terror.
His greatest fear? I asked Etta.
That he won’t be able to find a way to kill himself to escape his slavery, and that he’ll still be an expensive feed-and-fuck when he’s five hundred years old. Did you know dolphin shifters lived so long?
I did not. I find it interesting he doesn’t know most Concilio sentences are for one hundred years, and not for life, when the penitent didn’t attempt or manage to kill someone.
Perhaps we should tell him, once we’re finished with him? If not, I fear he’ll find a way to end his life. He should know he’ll be free, eventually, assuming he can assure his handlers he won’t be a risk to The Secret.
Perhaps. Let us see how things go.
I’d looked forward to torturing the young man, but I found I didn’t want to, once he was in the room. Was it some kind of dolphin magic? Possibly, or perhaps it was just this particular young man.
We started out with Furio fucking Pio’s mouth while Cora used a slim strap-on dildo to fuck Furio’s ass, and I fucked Cora’s ass — while Venom fucked Pio’s ass and Etta fucked Venom’s ass with a huge strap-on, but only because I ordered her to.
After a half-dozen different configurations, we strung Pio up on his knees on the bed, his wrists over his head. Cora fucked Pio’s ass with the huge dildo while Etta climbed on his cock. I fucked Cora’s ass, Furio fucked Etta’s ass, and Venom fucked Pio’s face.
The energies swirled around us, lust and fear, and I had a feeling we were overriding the cuffs and collars, so what was usually drained away to Pio’s masters came to us, and it was superb.
When we’d all orgasmed except Pio — because he didn’t have permission from me, and I was running the show — we stretched the dolphin shifter out on the bed, bound his legs out to the side, and Etta and I both drank from his femoral arteries, cheek-to-cheek, which is about as intimate of a feeding as two vampires can manage.
Pio had feared being bitten by Venom since he’d first seen him, and Etta had feasted on the dolphin-shifter’s fear. Finally, it was time for Venom to dine on the dolphin, and I could feel Etta’s power rapidly growing as she sucked down Pio’s terror.
“You’ve been bitten by others from Deces’ line?” Venom asked as he let Pio’s legs down.
“I have, Master Venom.”
Venom climbed on the bed so he was on his side with Pio spooned in front of him. He lifted Pio’s top leg, slid his cock back into the younger man’s asshole, and let his leg back down.
Etta fed me a good portion of the visceral terror she consumed from Pio, and it was beyond delicious.
And then Venom bit, and the room smelled of pain and terror, and Pio’s screams filled the room.
When I sensed Venom had taken as much as we dared from the shifter, I touched his arm and ordered, “Give him the orgasm cocktail and then finish up, dear Venom.”
He’d telepathed me to ask him to monitor him, so he could fully enjoy the dolphin’s blood without having to remember not to kill him, and I was happy to do so.
When Pio’s orgasm was finished, Cora stepped in and cleaned the young man up, and I wished I dared go into her head to see what she thought of the end of the scene — watching Etta and I feed together, and then me overseeing Venom’s meal.
I’d ask her later, but it wasn’t the time because she dislikes having deep telepathic conversations around others. A quick question is fine, but this was likely going to be a discussion.
Young dolphin, I telepathed to him, look at me.
He opened his eyes and met my gaze, and I told him, Concilio sentences are almost always for one hundred years, and if they feel the penitent has learned his lesson and isn’t likely to repeat the crime, he or she is often freed. This doesn’t come into play for most shifters, who have less than a century of life left by the time they are old enough to commit such crimes, but you are longer lived than other shifters, so there is hope you’ll be a free man again, should you truly understand why telling humans The Secret would be dreadful.
Why are you telling me this, when no one before has? I dare not believe you.
Have you asked how long your sentence is? Has someone told you it’s a life sentence?
He shook his head. Shifter slaves who are too old to be useful are sold to those who enjoy torturing someone until they are dead. Everyone knows. It’s why even the oldest find a way to be useful once they’re no longer fit for sex-slave work.
If you ask your handlers, they’ll tell you, but no one is going to spend their time volunteering information to a slave.
Thank you for allowing the orgasm at the end, Master Marco.
You’re welcome. We have you another ten minutes — stroke yourself hard while you pleasure me with your mouth.
