„You know how my father decided that I was…mature enough to live on my own during my college years?“ Mike smiled, her tone husky and seductive. „It was not a…nice procedure. But on the other hand, a young Member of the Court in a Dorm full of people? The words ‚Feeding Frenzy‘ comes to mind.“ She took a sip of her drink before continued.
„My fathers men abducted me after cheerleader training. They beat me for the entire afternoon and most of the night. With their hands, with sticks, with tasers and even whipped me a bit. By the time they were done I was raw with hunger, dripping wet and my demon railed against the bars of its cages to feed. In some way I was almost bled out.“ She reminisced, almost fondly of the experience.
„After midnight I was taken from my cage, brought to a bed chamber. On the bed, bound and blind, was a young buck. A cute piece, somewhere out of the middle east. Muscular, good looking and very very well equipped. My next eldest sister had made sure he was…ready for me.“ She bit her lips, obviously aroused by the memory. „I mounted him, without any prelude or game. I simply climbed atop his manhood and rode him in abject hunger, feeding to my hearts content.“ Mike’s fingers brushed the tips of her breasts. „You see, that was the test. Would I be able to control my hunger after being driven to the edge. If I fed on him till he was dead, already weakened by my sister, I failed. If he lived to see the dawn, I passed. I knew that, my father had told me all about it before, if not when. And so, with all the regret in the world, I stopped myself. He lived, that day. And I was off to college, proven to be able to feed with reason.“