I whimpered, because I need them to care. I cried because I could see and smell food but I couldn’t get to it. I wanted them to help set me free. I needed them to let me eat. I needed it so badly. I could see them keep looking and eating as they wish continuing to torment me, and please only themselves. If I could have talked, I would have begged them with words. My eyes and body were begging already. Yet I shivered and tried to hold still as their nibbles continued to turn the heat up within me. I realized I needed something more too.

There is nothing much I could do as they devoured the tasty items that laid upon my skin. I struggled a bit, and I enjoyed the mouths, the teeth. Yes, I admit it now, as I could not then. I enjoyed it. I made little mewing sounds around the tube the handlers had put down my throat. How cruel it was for them to do that and to put food there in my very mouth, which I still couldn’t eat.

Tongues slithered over my skin here and there, they fired my nerve endings, and I felt myself dripping with desire. Teeth nipped now and then at me, how I loved that. Pinches were not allowed but there were those too, hard and painful, making me writhe and feel hotter. Lips nibbled and kissed at me but the entire time it seemed they tried to avoid my tits and my pussy except to get to foodstuffs there. Still this was such an incredible moment with men and women’s mouths all over me, I felt like a volcano more as more as they continued. I felt that I would surely erupt in hot gushes soon. My pussy felt so empty, that except for the food stuffed in there, near the top, that it ached to be fucked. I could hardly grasp the concept that I liked this and wanted to be fucked.

I was so consumed, no pun intended, by what was happening that, I didn’t even wonder at having my orgasm building back almost as high as it did with Ian, after I had felt only pathetic shadows of it or nothing at all, for so long. Maybe it was the lack of food for days, or the scenes to which I had been made to acquiesce but it didn’t trouble me at all. I felt what I felt, though I might prefer to hide it. The conditioners and handlers have taken me here so that the shame, which would have been nearly overwhelming to me normally, isn’t so bad. It’s a mere dark whisper now drowned out by the roaring of my needs.

I don’t know how long it went on. Time seemed to stand still. It was marked only by being refilled, nibbled or sucked on. I didn’t mind time then. I loved what was happening almost as much as I was shocked by it and hated it. I was left on the edge for an unbearably wonderful span of time until the buffet was finally over.

I lay there quietly when the thing was done. My body was as tight as a bow drawn and stretched but held forever un-shot. That orgasm never came. I was wishing it had, it had seemed to promising. It was over I thought. Part of me was glad of it part of me despaired that it was. I wondered again at what I was becoming. I heard a noise and rolled my eyes in that direction.

I saw them, then, the other girls like me. Perhaps they were further along the path that I am forced to travel but like me nonetheless. A trainer led them into the room. A pack of them went to me and other packs of them to each of the other girls who have served on the buffet tonight. Oh did I forget to mention the others? The ones I sometimes felt in competition with? It seems to me now that there was almost always someone to compete against there. I was only concerned with me of course. Most of the time, I was just trying to survive despite wanting to no longer exist. Human beings are funny that way aren’t they? How ambivalent we can be about our own lives. Of course I didn’t really feel my life was my own anymore.

The packs were given a single head nod. They fell upon me, or one of the other “buffet centerpieces,” for the night. All the mouths on me were female. I hated them for being so rough but I loved them too even while I thought I’d never be this way with one of them because it was wrong and mean. It makes me laugh now to think of how lofty I still thought of myself even during such a scene.

I began to mew again. My mews became moans as they started to devour my breasts. My nipples were already so excited but pebbled up harder and became longer with their attention. Sweet soft lips can cover and cause hurt in so many wonderful ways. The color of my nipples went from a rose pink to a deeper dusky color. But these girls cared nothing for me; I felt that was the truth then. They cared only for what sustenance they could glean from my body.

My back arched as much as my binds would let it, the spine bowed back, as if their teeth had made an electric sensation that was channeled from my nipples down my spine and throughout my body. My breathing became quicker. They were far rougher than any patron was. Each of them had been starving for this, literally. Each had undergone such hardship. There was no pity for me, nor did I want it. I loved it this way better. I liked it rough like this. Even as I hated and feared them, I loved them. If they or the trainers were to look into my eyes, at that moment, they would have seen that my pupils were so large that the color of my irises were nearly drowned out by the dark blackness of my pupils.

I felt them sliding down my body, licking and biting as they went. I tried to watch them, bending my back and rising up as much as I could within my restraints. My heart pounded out of control as they headed toward my cunt. My breathing became panting. One of them pulled as the flesh around my clit. I let out a ragged groan and fell back again, my eyes half closing. They sucked the food out of my pussy. I groaned again my hips moving in clear response and supplication.

My legs were opened wide and wet for them as they had been all night. I could hear them eating the food scraps. I laid there quivering with desire, brought and held on the edge for so long, my hips bucked at the air and I pant out a begging groan. A shiver rippled through the heat of my body as I thought of them just leaving me at this point. Called off by the trainer they did just that.

I cried from frustration while I was cleaned up. The hateful tube was taken out of me. I was literally shaking from need and all the emotions dragged from me that night.

The handler explained the rules and why I wouldn’t be allowed to eat that first time in the buffet room. I closed my eyes, which burned hot and wet with salt-laced tears. I was hungry in so many ways and none of my hunger would be sated.

That night I was taken not to my padded cell but into the main population of girls in the dorm. There, at first no one would talk to me. I felt like a non-entity, ignored by the rest. Late that night a girl came over sliding through the shadows while the others slept.

“Shh” she warned me when I jerked at her touch. “Let me help you.”

She knew just what to do. Her nails scratched and pulled at my skin with one hand. She sent shivers through my body. All the needs I’d felt that night had jump to the surface with that one raking touch of hers.

Her other hand she held over my mouth to muffle me. I was trying to be quiet but it wasn’t easy because I felt so alive and my body’s nerves were singing under her touches.

My heart was beating too fast with hope and need. She pinched my clit then pulled it stretching it out. I gasped aching and terribly close. She plunged a finger into my cunt easing that aching need to be filled. Again she pulled and pinched my clit. Within minutes I moved spastically with an explosive release. The quickness of it shocked me.

She kissed my mouth. Her lips felt both soft and hard all at once. It was the sort of kiss most men would weep for and never be able to duplicate. My senses seemed dimmed by the roar of orgasm. When I had calmed enough, she moved again.

Soon she bid me to eat at her cunt. I was shocked because it was my first time but eager to repay her in spite of my misgivings and also because I’m hungry. The taste wasn’t what I expected. It was simply warm and sticky. My stomach growled as I lapped at her like I might lap at a bowl of cream. I nibbled at her clit. The way I liked with Ian. I delved into her too, alternating between the two. I found myself enjoying deeply sucking and even tasting her. She eventually moved my head back to her clit and I sucked there, biting gently too until she flooded my mouth. I realized I was happier in those moments than I’ve been in a long while.

She kissed me again. Another velvet and steel kiss from her that made me want to start all over again and which tasted like my own juices. Instead of starting all over again she left me slipping back into the shadows she had come from.

I wanted to find out who she was but I was so tired and my body felt languorous even on my rough cot. I didn’t know her name or face. I only knew her body, how it tasted and felt against my mouth and how her mouth felt against me. I wondered if she would do that again some night. I had no way of knowing. I wished for her to sleep with me and hold me, to make me feel safe. I figured as I drifted off into a deep sleep that I’d had the best and the worst of the Magician’s Court by that time. I was sure nothing else would surprise me here anymore.