The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Master PC – The Protector

By TechnicDragon

Chapter 40: Naked Sushi

Vikkor watched as we tried to get comfortable. “Well if there are no other questions, then how about dinner?” Vikkor suggested.

I looked to both sides, seeing the look in my girls’ eyes. They were hungry and apparently our Hostess was going to provide sustenance. I didn’t need our links to know they were hungry, because I was. It wasn’t just a matter of me being hungry though. If I were the only one, we would have left and I would have found something else to eat later, but the girls were hungry too. Even if the meal Vikkor offered couldn’t actually fill us, it would still be enough to tide us over until something more could be had.

There was amusement playing across Vikkor’s eyes. She knew we were hungry even without her own connection to us. She read us easily, but it was a baser instinct that had been expressed by us, survival. The baser instincts are always more difficult to hide.

Vikkor clapped and to my left, at the corner closest to the entrance, the drapes pulled back and four women carted in four tables. The tables were covered with more dark red material. Though it matched the décor, it wasn’t as heavy as the drapes. On the tables, food had been arranged with several people per table in mind. However, the food wasn’t on dinnerware. It wasn’t on the table cloths either, because there was something separating the food and the cloth, and it wasn’t air. Lying perfectly still on each of the four tables were three women and a man, fully nude, and the food arranged on their bodies like garments, edible attire.

When our table was centered in front of me, I couldn’t help but notice the woman who had brought it in. Her outfit and makeup were applied with naughty thoughts in mind. She had dark blonde wavy hair that fell to her shoulders. It was pulled back behind her ears, but otherwise nothing held it in place. Her make up was heavily applied, black eye liner and mascara made her eyes darker than they normally would have been. A dark blush on a light cream base brought out her cheek bones, making them more lush. Dark red lipstick helped the natural pucker her lips had. Those lips were made for kissing and other things. A black corset held her slender waist in check. The top of the corset was designed to outline the shape of her breasts rather than cover or support them. Her breasts were full and peaked with hard nipples that stood out through the loose knit of the tight bodice. The bodice enhanced her natural tan and the shape of her upper body like the black stockings that clung to her legs. The bottom of the corset hugged the tops of her hips and curved down her pelvis to draw attention to her crotch. Thin leather panties covered her but were tight enough to show her shape. Her feet were adorned by classic black high heels. She looked good and I couldn’t help but to admire what I saw.

I looked back up to be polite. Yes she had a stunning body shown off magnificently, but it would have been rude to view the body but not the woman wearing it. Her expression could have been more seductive, but her pretty blue eyes were subdued, like she had been acting as serving girl way too long. When she caught me looking she looked away quickly. I couldn’t tell from all the makeup but I think she blushed. She didn’t expect to catch me looking her in the eyes. She was meant to move through the room but not really be noticed. Vikkor didn’t seem the kind to thank anyone for anything. So quietly I told her, “Thank you,” and she blushed more before turning and striding back to the hidden doorway.

After she departed, I was left with the display of our food, and it wasn’t just the meal that had my mouth watering. Our dinnerware was just as delicious as the food she wore. Her wonderful body, trim and well taken care of, held different delectable morsels for different parts. Her narrow shoulders had a few rice cakes. What looked like tomato paste and noodles decoratively coated her breasts. Various pastas covered her slender midriff down to the navel and a lighter sauce was used to help glue them into place. More noodles were run across the swell of her hips with a lighter creamier sauce that ran off of her on either side and between her thighs. A larger morsel was placed just at her crotch where her inner thighs helped hold it in place. Different types of noodles ran the length of her thighs to her knees with yet another sauce. And finally her shins were covered with what looked like bits of mushrooms with a creamy soup that was poured over her to the ankles. Her feet pointed slightly with pedicures. I was getting aroused not only from the sight of the display but the idea of laying my lips and tongue to the woman’s flesh. However my hunger for food was intermingled in with that desire.

I looked left and right and caught the same mix of emotions from my girls. It wasn’t the exchange I had with the serving girl, but the mix of hunger for food and the peaking desire they held for the woman/dinnerware. They were looking around to see our hosts already eating, to the food put in front of us, to me. I made a similar trek.

Law and his girls were all lapping up various areas of the meal before them. The fact that they were licking and sucking the food directly off of the girl’s skin didn’t seem to bother them. It had to have been a regular custom.

Vikkor was lapping up morsels from the toned tummy of her dinnerware, her tongue lingering a bit longer than necessary. She was putting on a show for us and she wasn’t going to let anyone’s apprehension keep her from enjoying the dish before her. Neither the tall brunette in the bustier or the balled up individual on the floor next to Vikkor moved to feed from their mistress’s fare.

Chaos had received the one male. She too held nothing back as she devoured the food before her. The man on the table was certainly happy to be in the position he was in and she took advantage of his eagerness by engulfing him entirely and leaving him clean of the cream that had covered his length completely. As she withdrew from him she looked up and caught my eyes. It could have been me lying there having something soft sucked from my engorged pole, but I was pretty certain she would have had a lot more difficulty cleaning me as easily. I turned away because the thought had some merit, and it was causing a greater flow that would stand out in the pants the girls had put me in.

Again, I considered why my charm hadn’t been affecting the women in the room. It may have been fear, but I wasn’t afraid anymore. If anything, I was far more relaxed than I should have been; getting aroused while watching Chaos enjoy her dinner was just wrong in so many ways. Was there a possibility that my charm had faded, like a fire that ran hot for a while and then died just as quickly? I was doubtful. I was pretty sure it wasn’t gone. If anything, it was in hiding only to show up at the worst possible moment. Maybe I had gained enough control to keep it in check? That would be the best possible scenario. Whatever the reason, it was being quiet and I was being thankful.

I looked down at our presentation. Between my hunger for food, the presentation itself and the fact that the food was meant to be eaten, I couldn’t keep from leaning over and lapping up one of the pastas.

My girls had been holding themselves in check, waiting for me to do something. When they saw me take up the first bit, they leaned in like a chorus line and began cleaning the girl on the table. They weren’t helping things by waiting for me to start or looking to me for guidance to the situations playing out in front of us. Granted, most of our responses were going to be the same because we all felt strongly of keeping our voices of consent and decline. The fact that they played right into the role of subjects or slaves just didn’t help with my attempts to convince The Users that we weren’t a Master and Subjects group like themselves. It was something we would have discuss later, when present company wasn’t present.

My hunger for food had me lapping up the sauces on her tummy and hips. I couldn’t pluck the morsels from her without pressing my lips around them and sucking. It was so personal, so intimate. Then it dawned on me that I had two hands and there might have even been utensils to use. Around the edges of the table were lettuce, baby carrots, baby celery sticks, and green salad olives. It was meant for decoration along the edges of the woman. I didn’t see any utensils or even napkins to wipe my face with. A brief glance told me that I was being stupid. No one else was looking for preferred utensils to dine with. It was all lips, tongues and teeth.

I continued to eat and I could taste the woman’s skin behind the food. I detected something else with that flavor and it wasn’t until I was licking her clean that I realized it was a mix of two emotions, lust and fear. I pulled back and looked her over. She held perfectly still, no shaking, no squirming. I was certain she wasn’t supposed to move, she would have spilled some of the food to the floor. I could understand her excitement from so much oral attention. All of us enjoyed that sort of fun, but what was causing the fear?

We had cleaned up our dinnerware fairly quickly. Then again it was our ten to their four, one, and one. The girls were still hungry and the vegetation began to disappear. That’s when I noticed something that had to be out of place for the meal. The woman on our table had a thin leather strap on her wrist. At first I thought it was a bracelet, but it didn’t go under her wrist. It went through the table clothe to the table below. Her hand was tied in place. I looked to her other hand, removing the lettuce leaves to find another. Her ankles were also strapped down. I had to know what was going on.

“Vikkor, am I mistaken or is this woman tied down?” I looked up to see her expression.

She sat up from her meal and looked at our table as if seeing it for the first time, “Oui. She has been a bit of a problem learning to stay still while others feed.” She said feed like it should have meant more.

I looked over the woman and felt bad, not only for her plight but for the fact that I had let another human being become so much furniture. I had ignored her need just to take care of my own. I shook my head. I’d let myself be depressed about it later if there was time.

Comparing our lady dish to the ones on Vikkor’s and Law’s tables, I noticed two differences. One, ours was the only one with the vegetation around her body. It might have been a last minute addition because this one table was feeding more people than anticipated, but I was certain that it had more to do with hiding the straps. The second difference was that our woman had a large table napkin covering her face. The other two looked sublime with their eyes closed. I knew they weren’t asleep. It couldn’t have been possible for them to sleep while others licked and slurped at the food on their bodies. It would be too distracting.

“Okay, tying her in place to learn to be still. I can see that, but why is she wearing a table napkin over her face?”

I caught a play of amusement cross Vikkor’s face. “She is being punished.”

I waited for more, but she wasn’t volunteering. “Punished for what?”

Vikkor looked up at me. “For being abusive, being rude.”

There were so many ways to be rude or abusive, and Vikkor was the type of person who would take even a look as very insulting. It made me wonder what this woman’s punishment really was, because putting a napkin over her face didn’t seem like a punishment to me. Maybe a test of her ability to keep her cool while others lapped food from her skin, but not a punishment. “What kind of punishment is the napkin for then?”

“Oh, the napkin is not her punishment. It is there to keep her punishment from ruining your meal.”

I was certain to be wearing my shock openly. Even my girls had looked up and pulled away from the woman tied down in front of us. Was Vikkor suggesting that the woman’s punishment would repulse us? My curiosity was getting the better of me. I could feel dread coming from my ladies. They were mixed between horror and curiosity. I looked back at Vikkor. “May we look?”

She held out her had. “If you wish, yes.”

I looked at my women. They were horrified at what was waiting under that piece of cloth and felt a pity for her too. I couldn’t imagine what Vikkor could have done that would leave the white napkin clean and laying perfectly still on the woman’s face. I reached over, allowing my hand to touch her skin before removing the napkin. She was breathing but the napkin wasn’t moving. Somehow, through our touch I could tell that she was afraid, but hopeful. Hopeful for what I wasn’t sure. I grabbed the napkin and lifted it from her face. Several of my girls gasped, all of them were covering their mouths.

The face I uncovered was missing. Yes, missing. She had no eyes, no nose, and no mouth. Only a pair of slits marred her skin so she could breathe.