His brain was removed and his body fed to thepigs. They stored his brain for transplant the next time their vast pleasurecomplex had a brainless bodyt... accommodate it. Of course, the slave?s mindcould just be put back into storage, but then it would gain no experience. Narrator: Part 12074: Skaterboi part 22. The Master led a servant a new work slave out intothe compound, a two hundred acre estate above the facility. Slave-boy murphy continues the story: He had me kneel on a skateboard, and. I gulped nervously, I had to do something. I grabbed the closest pair of shorts which just happened the be black short-shorts with leopard print side panels that said “Baby” on the ass, and slid them on to answer the door.Mr. Evans was a tall man, a whole head taller than me. He was handsome with his messy dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a body of a man that does does a lot of manual labor outside. I tried to avoid him not only because the rent I owed him but because looking at him put. Tremors ran through my body as their fingers and tongues kept up the assault. As my next orgasm was starting to wash over me, they each bit down on the inside of my thighs, their fangs piercing my tender flesh and their mouths moving greedily to lap up the blood that started flowing. The pain was sharp and shocking, but their fingers were still moving in and out of my holes, and the pleasure took away the edge of the pain.I was aware of my captor standing by my head again, he looked down at. "You blush, even when your own sexuality is so apparent. For this piece," he gestured again, "you connected well with the subject, but for your talent to progress you need to achieve a deeper understanding of a person's frustrations and how they can be overcome." If he only knew, I almost giggled. "Stand up for a minute, lean forward on my desk," he commanded. I was still for a moment, unsure. Mr Grant gestured for a third time. "Come on, I'd like to try something with you." "Ok," not wishing.