{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"f5ca5c20-1294-40ea-92dc-a601d5cd6a5d","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-08-06T13:23:15.417Z","title":"Brain Food","slug":"brain-food","shortId":"qb5OV5ta","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A dinner of rare delicacies for dominants.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"e9533042-f9df-43ef-a4d8-7429be33e807","title":null,"summary":"A\nknock at the front door. The man waiting in the living room stood and\nopened the door to greet his","wordCount":2585,"readTime":13,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

A\nknock at the front door. The man waiting in the living room stood and\nopened the door to greet his guest. He embraced the elegant woman\nstanding in the cool fall air warmly. It was a perfect October\nevening, leaves starting to turn their brilliant shades of red and\ngold and the faint smell of woodsmoke drifting from somewhere nearby.\nHe invited her in and took her coat.

\t“I\nhaven't seen you in a while, Sarah! It's so good to see you again.\nHow's things?”

\t“You\nknow, same old, same old. Business is good, there's always a demand\nfor fresh ponygirls.”

\t“You\never figure out what to do with that one that just wouldn't break?”

\t“Honestly,\nI gave up and tied her up coated in pheromones in the dog kennel. I\nshould probably check to see if she's still alive at some point or if\nshe starved or choked on dog dick. If she's dead at least the dogs\nprobably got a good meal out of her body.”

\t“Seems\na little wasteful. She had some good hips on her, I would have used\nher as a breeding sow. Not like slaves are hard to come by though.”

\t“God\nknows that's the truth. So what's the plan for dinner tonight?”

\t“Come\ndownstairs and we'll get started.”

\tShe\nfollowed him down the basement steps and waited as he moved aside a\nbookcase near the bottom of the steps to reveal a heavy padlocked\nsteel door. He unlocked the door, and they proceeded down the hallway\nbeyond and into a room on the right.

\tIn\nthe room was a table with a long tablecloth on it, along with two\nbeautiful, comfortable looking chairs. There was also a bank of\nmachines on wheels along one wall, tubes and wires leading under the\ntable. There was a strange lump in the middle of the table,\npresumably the endpoint for the machine connections. Sarah turned to\nher host and raised an eyebrow quizically. “Our entree. I want it\nto be a little surprise”, he reassured her.

\tThey\nsat at the table across from each other. Once they had sat down, a\ndoor off to the side of the room opened, inviting the smell of\ncooking meat, and four naked slave girls, two holding glasses of\nwine, entered and knelt.

\t“You're\nthe guest, so you pick your two to service you during the meal and\nI'll take the others”.

\t“Hmm...”

\tShe\npointed to a slim mocha-skinned girl and a blue-eyed redhead. “Those\ntwo”.

\tThe\nslave girls made their way to each side of the table and placed a\nwine glass on both sides as the diners removed their pants. As they\nrelaxed and enjoyed the feeling of warm, wet mouths and tongues on\ntheir genitals, Sarah began to sip at her wine before her host shook\nhis head. “Just wait a moment”.

\tThe\ndoor opened again, the smell of cooking meat again wafting into the\nroom. A slave girl, wearing only an apron, enters the room holding a\nplatter. Sarah couldn't help but stare at the two huge fresh\ncauterized wounds where the girl's breasts used to be.

\tAs\nshe set the platter down, her host and the girl's Master asked her to\nexplain the dish they were about to eat. She began to do so as she\nremoved the platter, revealing two plates, each with a smooth, round\nlump of meat covered in herbs and sauce.

\t“Several\nmonths ago, Master had my nipples removed in preparation for this\nmeal, leaving only skin. He used hormones to induce lactation in me.\nSince the milk could not leave my breasts, they filled and became\nharder and harder and more and more painful. There was concern, since\nmy breasts were so full that most of the veins were bulging out and\neven breathing was agony, that they would burst before the meal. The\nprocess would have to be restarted, as the sepsis would ruin the\nflavor of the meat. Thankfully, my breasts stayed intact. Today, they\ncut them off in the kitchen. They were roasted with garlic, parsley,\nand rosemary and served with a white wine sauce. The milk inside\nbraised the meat, causing the meat to be fork-tender and melt in your\nmouth.”

\tShe\nhanded the diners each a small ornamental knife and held her forearms\nabove each of their wineglasses. “Your wine pairing tonight is a\n1997 Napa valley Cabarnet, mixed with my blood”. The diners each\ntook their knife and made a near-vertical cut, enough to cause heavy\nbloodflow but not enough to be fatal with treatment.

\tAs\nthe blood poured into their wine, the slave grew paler and started to\nslump, the diners holding up her arms. The diners let go of her arms\nonce they were satisfied. The slave thanked them for enjoying her\nbody and turned to leave, but Master grabbed her arm. He studied to\nwound for a moment and pulled it to his mouth, starting to slowly\nsuckle at it. He motioned for his guest to do the same.

\tSarah\nnormally didn't enjoy straight blood, but she obliged to be polite.\nTo her shock, the blood was tangy and sweet, absolutely delicious.\nThe two sat in silence for a few minutes, sucking the slaves\nlifeblood from her body and savoring it and the mouths on their\nbodies. Eventually, they pulled away, and with a nod from her Master\nthe girl thanked them and wished them bon appetit before staggering\noff, clutching the wall for support.

\tSarah\nturned to her host. “Some of the best blood I have ever tasted, and\nI normally am not a huge fan of blood. What are you feeding your\nslaves nowadays?

\t“Well\nshe's a food girl, she's meant to taste good. I keep her on fruits,\nvegetables, honey, and beans for protein mostly. I wouldn't try just\nany slave I keep, I have a decent chunk of them on their own recycled\nwaste plus nutrients and whatever cum I decide to give them. Doesn't\nexactly make prime-grade meat.”

\t“I'm\njealous, your food costs must be so cheap compared to mine. Ponygirls\nneed actual food to do the tasks they do, sadly.”

\tThey\ncontinued talking as they enjoy the roasted breasts. Sarah talked\nabout her business, her training difficulties, her irritating\nclients. She rarely got the chance to talk to other people involved\nin the slave business other than end consumers, so this was a\nrefreshing change of pace.

Eventually,\nas they finished and sat sipping their wine and blood, savoring the\ngirls still servicing them, slavegirls came in and cleared their\ndishes while more slavegirls swept in, bringing small pots of sauce\nand fondue on a cart, as well as chopsticks and small skewers.\nPuzzingly, one girl also wheeled in a large screen and positioned it\noff to the side, facing the diners.

\t“I\nguess this is for the main course?” Sarah asked.

\t“It\nis,” her host replied, “and I'm guessing you're curious what the\nscreen is for”.

\t“I\nhave to admit I am.”

\tHe\nstepped back and ripped the tablecloth off. Underneath, the lump was\nrevealed to be the top of a bald, heavily gagged slavegirl's head.\nThe dome of her head poked through a hole in the table, exiting right\nabove her eyes. Underneath, her body was strapped securely to a\nsupport so she couldn't move, wire and tubes exiting out of several\norifices natural and artificial. Her head was rigged so there was\nabsolutely no motion in any direction for it. Several cameras\nattached to the underside of the table were pointed at her face to at\nseveral angles. She stared straight ahead at the screen, struggling\nagainst her bonds and moaning through her gag. She had not been\ninformed what was going to happen to her. Her Master took a remote\nand turned the screen on. On it, several photographs of highlights in\nthe slaves life appeared. Her graduation. Her trip to Paris. Her\nsunny days spent on the beach. The slave's eyes started to tear up,\nand she bawled through her gag at the life she had lost.

\tA\nwoman dressed as a nurse entered the dining room, a small metal tube\nin her hand. She came up to the table and bent over, carefully\nadjusting a dial on the tube. She presses a button, and a small\nhumming sound started emitting from the tube. She carefully angled\nthe device, and the girls sobs turned to screams as smoke starting\nrising from the skin, leaving a shallow black groove where the\ncutting laser had touched it.

\tThe\nnurse continued to work her way around the slave's skull several\ntimes, slowly cutting most of the way into the bone. At this point,\nthe slave was struggling as hard as physically possible against her\nrestraints. If she was trussed just a little less carefully, she\nwould have easily dislocated or broken something. As the nurse\ncompleted the last pass around the skull, she handed her Master what\nlooks like a very small crowbar. The slave was reduced to shaking and\nsweating in fear and shock He inserted one end of the tool into the\ngroove made by the laser and pried up. The top of the slave girls\nskull came off easily, and her body gave a single massive jerk. The\nnurse placed the top of the girl's skull in a bag of ice and took a\nscalpel in her hand. With the scalpel, she removed the tough meninges\ncovering the brain, exposing the raw pink-and-gray tissue of fresh\nbrain.

\tAs\nshe did so, Master explained the purpose of the screen. “It's two\nfold. First, to increase her suffering by reminding her that she's\nnot only lost her life, she's also about to physically lose her\nmemories. Second, it heightens the experience for us, since we get to\nsee what exactly we're eating. What's especially interesting is that\nslaves that have lived rich, fulfilling lives have much tastier,\nricher, creamier brains due to increased neuron density. We aren't\njust eating the slave's brain, we're eating her memories,\npersonality, and essence, and using them as fuel for our bodies. One\nof the purest forms of dominance.”

\tSarah\nstared, awestruck. She had never had, heard of, or even thought of\nlive slave brains, but she was deeply intrigues and looking forward\nto digging in. As the slave heard explicit talk of her brain being\neaten, it cut right through her shock. She started screaming at\nlevels that threatened to tear her vocal cords apart, but it did\nlittle through the severe gag. The slave girls still in the room\nstarted placing the sauces and sides and utensils on the table.

“A\ncouple of things before starting. It's considered gauche to eat the\nfront or back of the brain first, as those are the visual and\ncognitive centers of the brain. The goal is to keep the slave's mind\naware of what's happening to it as long as possible as it's\nphysically ripped apart. When we do start finishing off the brain,\nleave the area right behind the eyes untouched. I prefer when they're\nstill pretty afterwards. And finally, leave the base of the brain\nuntouched as much as you can. I want to keep the basic functions of\nthe body alive for later. Now, if you want to start, we'll remove the\ngag and dig in.”

Sarah\nnodded enthusiastically. Master nodded to the nurse, who undid the\nlocks holding the gag in place and removed it. She left, still\nholding the skull top in ice. The slave drew in breath and started a\nscream just before the diner's spoons hit her brain. The scream\nchanged into a half-scream, half-gurgle, the cameras recording the\nvocalizations and her face as her mind was destroyed.

The\ntwo continued their friendly conversation over the groans and\ngibbering and gurgle and disturbing laughter coming from under the\ntable. Her brain proved to be delicious. They picked away at it with\nspoons and forks. They took pieces with chopsticks and dipped them in\nfondue. They even roasted some pieces over a sterno on a small skewer\nlike a kebab. As the remaining brain matter dwindled, and the slave\nbegan to make less noise and twitch and jerk less, other slaves\nentered the room and started the machines that would keep the body\nalive.

As\nthey finished their meal, the diners leaned back and savored the\nexperience for a moment, Sarah grinding out an orgasm against the\nmouth of one of her slaves. The nurse re-entered the room with the\nskull top. She sprayed the open head cavity with an antibiotic spray\n(at this point, any damage to the base of the brain was slack that\nwould be taken up by the machines) and reattached the skull top with\na quick-setting bone glue. The body was released from its bondage,\nand carefully maneuvered onto a gurney. The nurse and other slave\ngirls wheeled the body and the machines attached to it out of the\nroom.

They\nwere headed towards the stable, where master kept his cows. Most of\nthe necessary modifications had been done on this body during the\nprocess of hooking it up to the machines, but there were still a few\nthings that needed to be done. After she had finished implanting\nelectrodes into its vaginal walls, rectum, thighs, and asscheeks, the\nnurse took the body and started strapping it into its stable stall.\nIt was laid flat facedown on a table with holes for its tits. It's\nthighs were brought up to be parallel to its back, causing the body's\nass and pussy to stick out of a hole in the wall in the rear of the\nstall. The other side of the wall was accessible in Master's dungeon,\nmeaning he could use the body's ass and pussy whenever desired. The\nelectrodes would tone the body's dormant muscles as well as tighten\nboth holes. Waste management was already taken care of by a tube\ncoming out of its belly, so it was essentially a set of perfect,\nwarm, wet holes.

The\nnurse finished strapping the body down securely and started its IV\nhormone drip. She placed small pumps on the body's nipples and\nactivated them. She placed skin bonding glue on larger pumps and\ncarefully positioned each breast and the attached smaller pump\ninside, making sure to fully encapsulate each. She activated the\npumps, making sure the extreme suction was holding them in place as\nwell as cycling correctly. Her job done, the nurse stood in front of\nthe ex-person. She stared into it's dull face, empty eyes and slack\nmouth. She took its cheek and kissed it deeply. She swore she felt a\nslight twitch in response from the body's tongue. Probably just her\nimagination. Just in case though, she gave it an extended last\nmakeout session. She idly wondered if kissing a body with no brain\ncounted as necrophilia or beastiality or if it was just plain fucked\nup.
\n

She\npulled away eventually. She fed the feeding tube down the body's\nthroat, past the breathing tubes already there. It would pump about\n5000 calories a day into the body as well as more hormones. At its\nprojected rate of production, it would need every last calorie. \n

After\none last look into its eyes (“Fuck,” she thought, “She was hot.\nWish I got my hands on her while there was still something in\nthere.”) the nurse pulled the permanently bonding latex hood over\nits face.

She\nturned and slowly walked out of the room, casting appreciative\nglances as the many female forms in the stalls, all covered by the\nsame black mask. Some of them had been brain damaged or otherwise\nuseless slaves. The most interesting ones were the ones that became\nhucows fully intact. The fear, the desperation, the sensory\ndeprivation rotting their minds away...fuck, it made her wet. She\nleft the stables and walked past the long line of asses sticking out\nof the wall, pausing to give the new addition some oral attention.\nNot there was anything to appreciate it, but it made the nurse feel\ngood.

Back\nin the dining room, the Master stood, pulling the girls servicing him\nup along with him. He walked over to his dining companion and helped\nher up, then pulled her in and kissed her deeply. As they broke the\nkiss, he stared into her eyes. “So...dessert in my bedroom?”. She\nnodded. Gesturing for the slaves under the table to follow them to\ntheir Master's bedroom, the group left the dining room.

Outside\nthe Master's bedroom door stood the girl from earlier with no tits,\nbandages on her arms where her wounds had been. She smiled weakly,\nstill faint and barely able to stand from blood loss. “I still have\nmore service to provide tonight, Master.”

“Correct,\nbut your performance tonight was excellent. Do just as well tonight,\nand you might not be snuffed until the idea interests me again.”.\nShe bowed as best as she was able in her state. “Thank you Master.”

Master\nopened the door. “I think the Mistress and I will start out with\ntongue baths while we watch the footage from tonight”. As the seven\npeople got onto the bed, the slave girls started with enthusiasm,\ndetermined beyond measure to not be the next one rigged to the table.

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