/lit/ - Literature

Three boys looked at Natalie as she dropped her pencil and got up from the desk. It was like that all day, for every girl in Carvell Academy. Miss Myers’s eighth-grade boys couldn’t help looking whenever a girl walked across the room. The girls were wearing their special uniforms, sports bra, and skirts that stopped centimeters below the crotch. They only had to wear them once a year, what they called Special Uniform Day. Underwear was prohibited.
Natalie smirked as their gaze followed her down the aisle. Bolek, a blonde boy sitting near the front, turned away and worked on his drawing as she came closer. She dropped her test on the teacher’s desk.
“Done already?” Miss Myers put the sheet in a scanner and tapped her hand terminal. She shook her head. It didn’t matter, the test wouldn’t have changed her fate by that point. Myers marked ten percent on her paper and handed it back to her.
Bolek jerked his head down as Natalie turned to head back to her seat. She swerved to his side of the aisle and giggled as her thigh brushed against his elbow. She strutted back to her seat. A blonde girl with pigtails was snickering next to Natalie’s seat.
Natalie sat down and leaned towards her ear. “It wasn’t that funny.”
“No,” Celia gripped her arm and pointed at Bolek, “he was recording your ass.”
Natalie looked back. Bolek was staring down at his terminal with his mouth agape. She shrugged. “At least he’s cute.” They both laughed.
“I think he has a crush on you.”
“You think so, huh?”
“Have you ever noticed how he gets quiet when you come in?”
Natalie shook her head. “No. He’s always been quiet.”
“He’s quite chatty when you’re not around. He also didn’t look away when other girls walked past him. He’s shy around you, that means he likes you.”
Natalie looked at him again. He rested his face on his hand, with one eye peeking at her between two fingers. Natalie snickered and he covered his eye.
“You think he’s cute?”
“I do.”
“Then show him a little more.” Celia poked her boob.
Natalie cupped her breasts. “You think I should?”
“I mean, I would if I was already as far in the red as you. If I had anything to show that is.” She slapped her chest. Celia wasn’t flat, with two pointy mounds sprouting beneath her bra, and she was still growing. They didn’t match up to Natalie’s, which sprouted six months ago and were now a pair of grapefruits that would tear out of her bra if they were just a little bigger.
Natalie scribbled, “Look back, get your camera ready,” on the back of her test and balled it up. Celia grabbed it and threw it at the back of Bolek’s head. He turned as Natalie raised her bra. She grinned while jiggling her tits. He grabbed his terminal and almost threw it as he tapped the screen. She lifted her skirt and started rubbing her pussy until strings of slime dripped from her fingers. She stuck each one in her mouth and sucked them clean, giggling as Bolek’s face flushed scarlet. Miss Myers looked up from her terminal and shook her head.
“Well, you’re definitely not going to survive today.” Celia laughed.
Natalie accepted that fate months ago, with all of the school she missed, school work she blew off, and violations, she would not make it to the ninth grade. In twenty minutes she would hang with three other girls. She knew that when she walked in this morning and saw the nooses dangling behind the teacher’s desk.
“I think I have an idea for one last hurrah.”
Celia giggled. “Showing your tits in class wasn’t enough of a last hurrah.”
“How do you think he’ll act when I let him fuck me?”
Celia’s covered her mouth. “I think you may just give him a heart attack.”
Natalie winked. “We’ll soon find out.”
“I’m a little jealous.”
“That I’m going to hang in a few minutes?”
She nodded. “You can pretty much do anything and you don’t have to care about shit,” she slapped her test, “like this.”
“I can help you with that.”
“How?”
Natalie reached over and pulled Celia’s bra up.
Her face turned red as Bolek focused his terminal on her. “You pervert.” She grabbed the hem of her bra, but stopped and giggled. Miss Myers looked up.
“I think you’re in the red now. Come, let’s go get laid.”
“You should have let me wait another year or two for my tits to grow out. Would anyone even want to fuck these?” She squeezed her small tits.
“They won’t—”
Celia jerked her head up. “Wha—”
“They’ll want to fuck your pussy. A lot of guys don’t mind small tits. Hell, there’s an entire class of dudes who prefer them. C’mon, I’ll even help you get someone.”
Celia tapped her desk while fidgeting with her bra. She shrugged and threw the test sheet over her shoulders. “I suppose it won’t hurt now.”
“That’s the spirit!” Natalie yanked Celia out of her seat.
Marko, a redheaded boy sitting by Bolek, tapped him on the shoulder and whispered something to him. Bolek’s eyes bulged.
“Hi there. Bolek, right?” Natalie leaned in and kissed him on the forehead.
He was shaking. “Y-yeah.”
She swung her boobs in his face and squeezed them together. “Like what you see?”
He nodded. He reached and stopped centimeters away.
“Here you go.” Natalie grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, covering the nipple. His face was glowing.
“I know you want to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I don’t have much time, so we'll have to make this quick.”
Natalie pulled him up. “Hold these.” She placed his hands on her tits. She rubbed his crotch before unzipping his shorts. She continued rubbing and scratching his crotch through his boxers until his cock peaked out through his fly and sprang forward. “Now, stick that in my pussy and fuck me.”
“O-okay.”
She turned around and bent over, placing her hands on Chatur’s desk. The brown boy looked up. “Hey, Nat! Nice tits.”
“Thanks!”
Bolek placed his hands on the desk next to hers’.
“You can hold me if you like.” She moved his hands to her torso.
“T-thanks!” He slid them around her waist. She stuck her hips out as the tip of his cock bumped her labia.
“I hope you don’t mind.”
“Go right ahead. It beats this stupid game.” He slapped his terminal as “Checkmate!” flashes across the screen.
“Record them.” Natalie rubbed her ass against Bolek’s crotch and grunted as her pussy lips enveloped his cock. Her hips thrust back and forth until she started panting. Bolek began moving with her.
Chatur turned on his camera and pointed it at her tits as they bounced.
“Do … a favor for me.” Bolek rubbed her belly, caressing her tender flesh with his fingernails, as he began hammering her pussy.
“What is it?”
“Oh! Do … you think … Celia is hot?”
Celia grinned and waved as Chatur looked at her. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
Natalie’s chest heaved. She tried to speak, but the words came out as moans. She gasped. “Take… take out your cock… let her ride it.”
Chatur scooted his seat back, leaving the terminal on the desk with the camera aimed up. He unzipped his pants and waved for Celia. She skipped over and climbed on your lap.
“Yeah, I think you’re hot.” He squeezed each of her tits and sucked on them.
Celia giggled and blushed. “Thanks!”
He gripped her waist and guided her hips to his cock. She lifted her skirt. She squealed.
“I’m sorry.”
Celia breathed. “It’s fine.” She bounced on his lap.
Natalie’s body rocked every time Bolak’s balls slapped her thighs, she was howling. Warmth spread from her groin to every extremity. He gripped Natalie’s tits and leaned in. His warm breath wafted over her ears. He kissed her and whispered, “I love you.” He grunted as his cock twitched in her pussy. She clenched her thighs as the warmth ignited, her pussy gripping his manhood as it filled her womb with semen.
“Give it to me! Yeah! Fill me up!” She screamed, bucked her ass, and pounded the desk with her fist. His dick kept spraying until globs poured out, streaming down her thighs in sticky rivers.
The fountain stopped and Bolak pulled out with a slurp. Natalie staggered and collapsed to the floor.
“D-did you like it?” Bolak gasped as his ass slammed against his seat.
“Uh-huh!” Natalie nodded. She crawled to him. “I gotta do a little cleaning.” She closed her lips around the tip of his cock and licked up the cum. She slid down his shaft, licking and sucking it clean.
Celia screamed. “Fuck! Fuck!”
Chatur was groaning as she jackhammered his crotch. She collapsed, laying her head against his chest and throwing her arms around him. He held her, rubbing her back as she heaved in his arms. Rivers of cum flowed down her thighs into her socks.
The intercom beeped and the administrator spoke. “The annual culling has begun. Each teacher will be responsible for overseeing the culling and disposal of the four female students, selected based upon their academic and behavioral scores. You will receive the names on your hand terminals before I am finished speaking. Any student who refuses to cooperate will be reported to Pop-Co along with all female family members down to second cousins.” The intercom beeped again.
Myer stepped forward. “When I call your name you must step up on one of the stools behind my desk.” She looked at her terminal. “Natalie Bostwick!”
“That’s me!” She kissed Bolak’s dick. “You gonna miss me?” She got up and pulled the bra down.
“I’d have thought you would go with it off.”
“I like to tease.”
Celia laughed as Natalie staggered through the classroom to the far left corner and climbed on the stool. She fed the river of bubblegum-pink hair that fell to her hips through the noose before putting it around her neck.
“Miriam Schaefer!”
A black girl with bangs and glasses stood up in the back. She waved at her friends before walking down the aisle and climbing on a stool next to the door.
“Celia Vervoort!”
Celia kissed Chatur and climbed off his lap. She pulled the bra over her tits, bit her lip, then pulled it off and tossed it to Chatur. She kissed him again and whispered in his ear. His face turned red as she walked away.
“You know this is your fault?” She climbed on the stool next to Natalie and put the noose around her head.
Natalie laughed. “Yeah? But was it fun?”
She looked down at the rivers of cum still oozing down her legs. “Yeah. It was. It’s still your fault, though.”
Natalie rolled her eyes.
“Sasha Bours!”
A girl with caramel skin and short rainbow hair climbed on the last stool.
Myers opened the largest drawer in her desk. Eight camera disks flew out, two hovered around each girl.
“Shit! I forgot that they record this.”
Natalie laughed. “That’s the only part that bothers you?”
“My boobs aren’t ready to be seen by all of Naraka!”
“Your boobs are fine. Even if they’re not, the whole planet isn’t going to watch us hang. It’ll mostly just be those who know us.”
“That’s even less comforting.”
Myers went to Miriam and kicked the stool. Miriam gagged and kicked as the rope tightened around her neck.
“Hey, you chose to give your bra to Chatur.”
Sasha fell as the stool flew out from under her.
“This is still your fau—.” Celia fell and thrashed in the air.
“Whatever!”
Natalie dug into her pussy until her finger was coated in cum and pussy juice. She licked it as Myers stopped in front of her. The teacher shook her head and kicked.
The rope dug into her throat after she fell half a meter. She gagged trying to suck in air. Her feet flailed trying to find a surface but only landed on air. One camera hovered in front while the other buzzed around her. The class had their terminal cameras on them; Bolak’s focused on Natalie. Her chest was burning. Her arms became heavy until they dropped to her sides. Her kicking slowed, her legs and feet were becoming numb. Numbness spread up her hips, the burning in her lungs began to fade. The room dimmed. Something warm drizzled down her legs, then the room went dark as her eyes rolled back in her skull.

Lily was a young woman, a brunette, with small to moderate breasts and rather skinny. She was a pretty east Asian. I'm not going to give an age. You're the reader. You pick whatever age you want.

Lily showed up along the road one day, hitchhiking near the homeless camps of California. She grew up by the tracks, the daughter of an abusive alcoholic and a bullied girlfriend, until one day when her dad pushed her mom onto the tracks in front of the "Southwest Chief" and she got plowed under by a couple of noisy locomotives. So Lily ran away from her tent in that garbage patch, grabbing a ride from a family here and a trucker there.

Well, one drunken trucker pulled over to try to sleep off his drunkenness and woke up to find her by the side of the road. Hmm, he thought, an easy catch. I'll send her off to old Bill's ranch in the deep wilderness of Utah. That'll be fun...

So he welcomed Lily on board. He gave her some bottled water, which she accepted, in spite of the somewhat funny taste. It was laced with roofies. She fell asleep.

The trucker pointed his rig east, now on a twofold mission : delivery of oranges to Salt Lake City and delivery of Lily to a ranch in colorful-rock land. Down the interstate and some other highways he roared. When he rested, he made sure to keep Lily from waking up. He also undressed her and fondled her breasts and stroked her clit as he got hard. He could take it no more and he laid Lily down in the back of his cab and plunged his poker deep into Lily, and quite vigorously too. He came in a few minutes, his white cum oozing into her sore, red cunt. Satisfied, he wiped himself off. He didn't wipe Lily off. Bill didn't mind if his sex toys were a little cum-stained.

One of the trucker's sperms fertilized one of Lily's eggs, which made her pregnant, I guess. Bill generally didn't keep his toys alive long enough to make use of any pregnancies they had, but occasionally there were exceptions.

So.. a couple days after picking Lily up, the trucker threw her unconscious, naked body into the dirt at Bill's and drove off. Morning came. Bill saw he had company, and his dick rose at the thought of playing with his new property. First things first, though. He dragged Lily behind his packed earth wall, in the shadow of a red layered cliff and a few hoodoos, and waited.

The air grew hotter, it was summertime. It could easily get 100 degrees Fahrenheit in those parts.

Lily stirred. She was still groggy. She didn't know where she was... This looked nothing like the LA area... She was naked, she was dusty, and she had something in her vagina. She reached in. She felt goop and she noticed its whiteness. Cum? Could it be? Perhaps some bum raped her and threw her out here? Maybe she was on the rapist's land?

Lily picked herself up and started to explore. She was in some open compound outdoors, with walls, dusty, baking in the heat. There was a house in the middle of it. Not much of a house. Lily noticed bones and a few pieces of meat lying about, which made Lily uneasy. Perhaps someone drove Lily into a trap? And how to clean herself off? Lily was dirty, she felt dirty, inside and out. Ugh.

Bill waited in his house, silently, until Lily started exploring the wall and looking at the house. Well, here comes the fun part, he thought.

He had cleverly rigged the entrances and pathways to his walled compound with booby traps. And Lily was groggy and not really thinking of self defense.

Bill poked his head through a window.
Lily, of course, ran. Over rough rocks, causing her to stumble and her feet to bleed. She panted. Her muscles ached like fire. She was hot, she sweated in the summer heat. At least along the walls there was shade...

Saliva poured into Lily's mouth and her teeth and chest ached. Lily managed to make the entrance to the compound, heaving, dusty, hot, and tired. She was only thinking of one thing- "gotta get out of here!" With no real next step in mind. Then- whang!- a knife slashed through the air.

Lily felt a sharp pain. She got up, or tried to, but when she tried to stand on her left foot, she felt wobbly and her leg hurt like hell. Her muscles were spent and she fell forward.

She looked at her leg. Lily's left foot was gone!

Lily tried to pick herself up and crawl ahead, her leg stump bleeding painfully. Lily ambled forward slowly, and then the second trap sprang. Up Lily went, bagged in a large fishnet.

Bill walked up to the defeated Lily, who cowered in fear and tried to nurse her bleeding leg stump. Lily's bladder lost control and smelly urine cascaded down, splashing onto Bill. Bill, of course, got mad, swinging a baseball bat into Lily's net, whacking her on the side like a piñata. Fresh new pain erupted on her ribs.

Bill cut Lily down and dragged her to his house, where he promptly cuffed Lily and hosed her down with a garden hose. He bandaged Lily's stump, and began to fondle her and really get into it. Bill's cum now occupied Lily's snatch.

Bill announced to Lily, "you're not gonna get out of here. You're going to die here. You're not a person anymore. You're a thing. You're my thing, my slave, my fucktoy. You're not allowed to do anything without my say. Take that, bitch!" And Bill whacked Lily on the cheek.

Hours passed. Days passed. Bill allowed Lily to drink water and a little soda, as well as his cum, but he gave her precious little in food. Her tummy growled and ached.

On day seven, Bill cut off Lily's right foot. Lily had to crawl around. In return for sex and cuddles and sucking, Lily received more food. Conditions were similar for the next few weeks, as day followed day with Lily cuffed to the wall, or bound painfully by her neck to a bed, or crawling on a leash with cum dripping out of her private parts. Sometimes Bill would stick a flower in Lily's long straight brown hair and a grass skirt on her waist, but she was much more often naked. Lily baked in the outdoor heat much of the time, and her beige skin bronzed and tanned a little. Her food was still rather sparse. Her legs and arms got a little thinner, but her belly grew.

Bill realized that Lily was pregnant. Hmm, Bill thought. This gave Bill an idea. He would keep Lily a few months and give her a couple of fuckmates. Then, when the time was right... He grinned.

There was a person who went by Giant Devourer or StealthBuda who posted really, really good vore stories as seen on https://web.archive.org/web/20100604003750/http://rodo.tsade.com:80/index.php?board=8.0

Unfortunately, there's 4 stories that don't appear in the web archives anymore

(1) Adam vs Nikki
(2) 'Never work with children, animals, or giants....'
(3) Adam vs Lisa, Dawn and Lindsey
(4) Adam vs Lisa

Hopefully someone can share. Been searching this for quite some time

hope you guys enjoy this guro story i will be doing an animation to it as soon as i can this is a story that is mainly about lara croft but the is a small feature of ellie from last of us either way enjoy!!

It's raining outside. Days such as this are nostalgic. I reminisce my sweet childhood memories. My beloved mother used to feed me dinner, make my bed and put me to sleep singing lullaby.

Now I have grown up. Have my own room with all kinds of girly stuff. From thigh high socks to lush vibrator. From ballet shoes to bad dragon toys. Typical suburban girl I am. Me, my socks, the fireplace, the window, my room are waiting for something. Something exquisite to happen. Something that is fate.

I have a little wish to lucifer-chan. In any night (perhaps tonight, hopefully!) my mother will enter the room while I'm in deep sleep. Keeping my door unlocked lately. She'll take a good look at her daughter, who she has given birth to, nourished to adolescence and perhaps something more will be in her mind? She will measure how curvy I am. A sweet sleeping teen in white t-shirt. No bra during night times. Yet my perky boobs make monroe impression. White crew socks over opaque black tights. A shower of moonlight over me from the window will make mom jealous. Don't you agree? She herself still got it. Beautifully gained weight. Like a doll of caramel. But she is about to hit her fifties. Time takes toll. Usually she wears cocktail party dress with motherly nylon stockings. And wooden semi-heels. A woman chuckling giggling. But this is different night. She will be not in her sleeping gown. She'll be in a long sleeved red tee, a grey tight fit yoga pant and beige skin tone slouch socks. She'll also be wearing a pair of white gloves. I wonder why. Can't tell if it's leather or rubber though.

Silent full moon outside. No time to waste. My sexy hippo milf mom will craftfully hop on my chest! Her heavy bottom will flatten my boobs. The little last air in my lungs will be dispersed. Will definitely be woken by then. May try to make sound out of surprise. But no. She will swiftly grab the pillow... and smother me... to put her little girl to sleep... for good.

She will hold the rectangular cotton Krampus against my face. I will try to scream, only faint moanings will tend to silence. I will try to scratch, but she saw it coming. I will try to scatter my legs against bed, it'll only yield some ecstasy. Nothing will prevent fate. A satisfactory smile on her face. I'll silently be kissing my Krampus till I pass out. Mom won't get fooled by no resistance though. She will sit tight and hold the pillow steady until there is no chance of a flower to bloom.

(Now again, right at the beginning of the process, what if nothing goes accordingly? While she hops on my chest, what if the pillow suddenly scatters out of reach? No worries. She will just grab one of my thigh high socks! These are all around my room. Typical suburban girl I am. And before you even know, my ever faithful rug will be around my neck. To warm my December. If even that fails, mom always can strangle me to silence. So that's why she's wearing gloves huh. Still can't tell if it's leather or rubber. Cos I can't even feel myself anymore.)

What happens next? She violates my body duh. Probably out of sexuality. Or jealousy. Or the idea of I can't really resist anymore or something. So why not? This is not an erotica. So no malicious exaggeration. Every phallus shaped things in our house that night were lucky. Really lucky. Moving on.

Mom ordered lots of firewood for this Christmas. Brought quite a few in the living room yesterday from the basement. She gets cold time to time. She knits stuff by the fireplace. Recently she's into gardening. Our backyard was ploughed for so. She said ashes make good fertiliser for flowers. I shrugged, but it does. Flowers did bloom in our benign little backyard garden. Red, blue and violet.

Story by Kalangkita / কলঙ্কিতা

written by JestInPieces and PogueMahone
art by 行者

The limbless girl photo model looks at you in the mirror.

“I’m terribly sorry I’m so overdressed for this photo shoot, but I’m a little bit indisposed at the moment. Could you do me a huge favor and help me out of these straps?”

“Why certainly,” you say, sliding the knife upwards from the small of her back all the way up to the back of her neck.

“Thanks,” the girl says cheerily as she wriggles out of the brown straps. Inspecting her reflection in the mirror, she blushes again.

“Oh dear, my stumps are blocking the light, aren’t they? Since you’re already holding that knife, I don’t suppose I could trouble you for a little trim?”

You start removing the remainder of her stumps one at a time, cutting them off much closer to her torso this time, leaving thick logs of meat carved off her body.

“It’s never too late for an emergency makeover, I promise.”

The girl once more studies herself in the mirror. Her triangular lower body, held up solely by the dildo she’s sitting on, is now perfectly lit, showing off her bald slit between the two red cutting planes where her legs had been. Her breasts are proudly on display as well, now that she no longer has any arms to obstruct them. The only part of her that isn’t fully visible is her face, which is shadowed by her medium-length purple hair.

“Ugh, I should’ve gone for the pixie cut instead,” she mutters to herself.

“Excuse me, mister,” she asks timidly.

“I know it’s terribly unprofessional of me showing up to a photo shoot so unprepared, but could you help me out with this?” she asks, indicating a lock of hair by blowing it out of the corner of her mouth. “After that we can start shooting, I promise.”

“That’s what I’m here for, miss, never fear.”

You stroke her hair tenderly for a moment, before bringing the knife up to exactly under her hairline. The cutting point is initially hidden, but as you pull her hair back to make thing easier, the red line that is snuggling up to where her hair is growing out becomes visible. Then you pull the whole scalp off, leaving the girl with a bare skull where those flowing locks used to grow.

The girl blinks a few times, but adjusts quickly to her white-domed appearance.

“Hm, a little shorter than what I usually go for, but it doesn’t look half bad actually; thanks. So, now that I’m finally ready, where do you want me?”

Grabbing her by what used to be her shoulders, you spin the girl around so she’s facing away from the mirror. She gives a soft moan at the feeling of the dildo rotating in her pussy. After kicking the straps and discarded body parts out of frame and switching to a 50mm lens, you kneel down a little to the side so as not to catch yourself in the reflection of the mirror, which has the added benefit of being able to see the long red cut all along her back. You take some full-body shots, giving instructions here and there for her to smile, look sexy or arch her back.

After a couple dozen shots, you pull out the SD card and quickly review them on your laptop.

“That will do nicely,” you say, slotting the card back into the camera. “Now let’s do some closeups.”

The girl smiles as she tries to thrust her boobs in the direction of the camera as best she can given her current state. You take some good shots of her admittedly lovely tits, getting good close ups of her nipples… but you can do better, so you plunge a few fingers into her pointy nipples, knuckle deep, then quickly pull them out.

“Apologies if that was sudden, dear, but the audience deserves a real close up.”

You attempt this a few times, but her nipples keep closing back up before you can get a good shot, leaving the interior of her breast in shadow. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed in Lightroom, but it wouldn’t exactly be a portfolio piece. Putting down the camera, you press three fingers into her breasts once more, but this time you add your ring finger and pinky as well, sinking your whole fist into her boobs up to the wrist. You twist and turn it around, trying to loosen her up as much as you can, before pulling your hand out with a loud ‘pop’ sound. Now that’s a more photogenic gape. You quickly look down and grab your camera, but by the time you’ve got her boob in your viewfinder, it’s already closed up most of the way.

“Maybe we can fill them with something so they can adjust and stay open,” the girl helpfully suggests.

She has a point there. Looking around the studio, you look for something to stretch her with. You cast your eyes about the studio, but don’t see anything useful. Aside from some framed photographs on the wall, it’s pretty much empty. Then your eyes fall on your lens backpack. Cleaning them later would be a bit of a pain, but they at least have the right size and shape, and it’s not like you have any alternatives.

You take out your three biggest telephoto lenses; the one you use to cover sporting games. The two smaller ones had a diameter of about 6 inches, which would do nicely. Holding the heavy lens in one hand, you grab the rim of her nipple with the index and middle fingers of both hands and stretch it wide, creating an oval hole that you maneuver the lens into. You push it as deep as it will go into her D-cup breast and let go of the nipple, which snaps shut around it, the back end still poking out. You quickly hold your hands under it in case it starts falling out (wouldn’t want to break a $1000 lens), but it seems to be holding steady. You insert the second lens into her other breast, leaving her with two cone shaped-tits.

“Heh, very '80s Madonna,” the girl chuckles.

In order to save time later, you lay the girl on her back, pull out the dildo and take the biggest lens (this one’s almost 8 inches across) and start sliding it in, this time with the back end first. To your surprise, there’s not nearly as much resistance as you’d expect. Despite being almost a foot and a half in length, it slides in all the way, until her labia slip over the lens hood.

“Alright, we’ll give that a half hour or so,” you say.

“With your holes temporarily out of commission, I guess we’ll move on to some head shots,” you add, eyeing the expanse of bone at the top of her head.

You got a good close up of the bone, so close you can basically see the rough texture of the white stuff. You get a few more good angles too – one from above so that you can see exactly how thin the skin of her forehead is, and one of her smiling. All the while, her holes get more and more stretched out, adjusting to the lens shoved inside of them.

“Of course,” she says slyly, “I still have one more hole…”

She opens her mouth wide, inviting you to take a shot. You do, stretching her mouth as wide as you can.

“It’s not just that one that we missed, though,” you comment.

The girl takes a quick mental inventory, then gives you a puzzled look.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Observe…”

“There’s these ones...” you say, rolling her over on her side and taking some shots of the hole in the center of the cutting plane on her shoulder that had housed her humerus. Shifting over, you take shots of the hole in her leg where her femur had been as well, before rolling her on her other side to capture those as well.

“There’s your asshole, of course, but that wouldn’t make for a great shot now that it’s all puckered up from that lens up your cunt. Let’s see, there’s your belly button hole…”

“But that isn’t a hole.”

You arch an eyebrow, grab the knife and make a quick incision.

“Is now.”

“That’s cheating.”

“No, that’s art.”

Tearing the hole a little wider with your fingers, you pull out a few loops of intestine and drape them artfully over her stomach. Wiping your fingers on your pants, you take some shots, first from above and then at an almost horizontal angle so you can get her face in the shot as well.

“Smile.”

She is a pro, straining her neck up and smiling that money-maker smile at the camera – enigmatic, alluring, contrasting the gory nature of the shoot itself. You turn her over so she’s on her belly, being careful not to damage the lenses so you can get a shot of her lying on her own intestines, squeezing them underneath her own weight. When you turn her back around, you consider your next move carefully.

“Still want to leave those lenses in…”

“Yeah, my pussy feels great now but we want something that’s gonna last a while, right? At least long enough for a photo shoot.”

The girl thinks, her eyebrows pushing what’s left of her forehead skin upwards.

“Want me to suck your dick a little for some saucy pics while we wait? Oooh, or you could try hanging me a little before cutting me down, limbless asphyx is on the up I hear. Or… do I have some more unexplored ‘holes’ for you to check for, mister?”

“That hanging does give me a related idea, but it’s going to take some setup. For now, let’s explore your holes a bit further. This one’s going to need a little more light, though. And while I get on that, you can get to work on your other suggestion.”

Grabbing a chair and the knife, you unzip your pants, sit down and balance the limbless girl between your legs. Not needing any further instruction, she takes your dick into her mouth and starts sucking. This gives you a good angle to work on her skull. You place the metal tip just above the rim of her skin at the back of her head and give the butt of the knife a hard tap with your hand. You hit it again, and can see a small chip of bone flying away.

She doesn’t let a little thing like skullcap removal get in the way of a good dicksucking, closing her eyes and bobbing her head up and down on your shaft as you repeat the process around her skull, making a halo of small holes that are just above the rim of skin. When you’re finished, you take a second to rub the top of her skull affectionately, to show appreciation for her skill. Then you jab the end of the knife into the hole near her eyebrows, and start hammering the handle downwards with your fist. There are a few cracks, and then her skull splits open, hinging upwards. You feel her tongue lick your cock hard at that moment, as she spends a moment savoring it.

You toss the final protection between her brain and the outside world with the other trash as the girl launches a furious assault on your dick. You can feel the head sliding down her throat and between the sight of her brains bobbing up and down and the feeling of her uvula tickling your tip you don’t last long. You shoot your load down her throat and she laps up every drop. With your arousal taken care of for now, you get back to work. You first take some good shots of her lobes, but then you get to the more artsy shot you had in mind. You retract the pole of the light so it’s at about her head height and lean her against the chair so she stays upright. You walk to the other side and kneel down, her head a silhouette against the bright background light. Not quite what you had in mind yet, though. Keeping the camera stable with one hand, you reach over and wrap your fingers around her brain. Squeezing softly, you lift it up a little, allowing the light to shine in her right earhole and out her left. There’s a lovely pinhole of light in the middle of the frame now, just like you planned. Aiming the camera a fraction lower to get your hand out of view, you take the shot. That one’s definitely going in the portfolio.

“You know, you could make a hole in my brain too, if you want.”

“How do you mean?”

The girl once again goes scarlet with embarrassment.

“I mean, um, I want you to fuck my brain.”

Despite shooting your load only a minute or two prior, that one sentence is enough to instantly make you hard again.

Your erection slaps against her brain with a meaty, satisfying sound as you rub against it for a little bit.

“Strictly professional, of course, for an interesting photo.”

“Y–yes, of course, sir.”

She bites her lip a little as you choose an angle. You decide the artful thing would be to mirror the path of the light from earlier. As her brain settles back into her skull, you have plenty of room to line it up just above her ears, where the cut of her hairline had conveniently led anyway.

Not waiting about, you thrust in hard, causing her to wiggle her limbless body around for a moment. You keep at it, mulching up some of her lobes as you pretty much bore a hole straight into the center of her mind. It feels wonderful around you… but you pull out, an idea forming.

You walk around the other side, pausing to let her lick you clean so the model can taste her own mind. Then you line up your cock on the opposite side. Three, two, one… and thrust, plunging in and out again.

This time, your tip feels some empty space ahead after carving a path forwards, as you complete the full tunnel through her brain. Resisting the urge to cum – purely for the coming photo of course – you pull out again, quickly whip out the camera, and take a photo of the new hole.

“A lovely companion piece”, you tell her, as she nods, woozy but holding up for now.

You review the photo on the display of your camera, also showing it to the girl.

“Ooh, nice one,” she says.

“Thanks. I think I’ll call this one ‘Through her mind’.”

Your gaze drifts from the image of the exposed brain to the real one.

“In fact, I think I’m getting an idea for a series. You mind?”

“Oh, not at all, go right ahead. You clearly have an eye for this stuff.”

“Why thank you.”

You sit back down and once again position her between your legs, though facing away from you this time.

“For this next bit I need you to hold very still, okay?” you ask as you clamp your legs together to keep her head in place.

The girl chuckles.

“You do realize I’m a photo model, right? That’s pretty much literally my job description.”

“Alright, alright, just sayin’.”

You slide the fingers of your left hand between her brain and the front of her skull, sliding the spongy mass as far back as it will go, until you can see the locations where one of her optic nerves disappears between the bone surrounding the eye socket in front of it. Taking the knife, you very delicately start chipping away at it the skull, trying not to get too close to the nerve itself. It’s a slow process, but gradually you can see more and more of the actual eyeball itself. Switching to the other side, you uncover the other eye as well. You blow into the small crevasse, stirring up a cloud of bone dust, and, once you think you’ve cleared most of the debris, you scooch the brain matter back a bit more.

This time, the eyeballs follow, and tumble into the brain cavity.

“Woah!”

“Don’t worry, you’re fine. Hold on, let me just change my lens…”

You quickly switch the 50mm for a wide-angle pancake lens before reaching your fingers gently below her brain and tilting it backwards, creating just enough room to fit your big DSLR camera into her skull. With most of the display blocked by her grey matter, you can only see a tiny fraction of the screen.

“Hm, seems kind of dark. Do you have your eyelids closed?”

“Oh, sorry, one sec.”

You can see the display lighten up as she lifts up the lids of her empty sockets.

“I think that looks better, but it’s hard to tell. I’ll just take a couple for safety’s sake.”

You press the shutter several times and fish your camera out from beneath her brain. Most of the shots are blurry, but there’s one winner in there. You show it to the girl as well, though it requires some finagling to figure out where to hold the camera now that her eyes are dangling down from her inclined brain.

“You like it? I’m gonna call this one ‘Through her eyes’.”

The girl giggles.

“I do. It’s kind of like a reverse selfie.”

You look down at her, your eyes drifting to her comically conical tits. “Ah, that reminds me. How about we take these out now…”

The process of extracting your lenses is delicate – less because of her, and more because of your expensive equipment, since you want to retrieve them without breaking anything. Still, you get to work, pulling her left nipple open as much as you can before sliding some fingers in and trying to pull it all out, a few inches at a time. Her breasts start to look like they’re deflating, when really they’re just returning to normal size.

“Awww...” she says, already missing the feel of her overstuffed tits, even if she can’t quite get a good look with her eyeballs askew at the moment. Soon you fish first one, then two lenses out of there. The nipples refuse to fully close once you’re done with them, staying wide open like a hungry mouth.

“Okay, now for the one in your cunt,” you say, and she nods. You lay her back down on her back, and the model’s brain – no longer tethered by anything other than her brain stem – spills out of her skull so it’s laying upside down on the floor. No matter; you get to work spreading her hole wide.

“Can you push?” you ask her.

She nods, her empty eye-sockets staring upwards. She starts pushing, like a mother giving birth, as you help pull out the largest one.

Giving the three lenses a wipe with your microfiber cloth (fortunately they’re all weather-sealed, so you don’t have to worry about the internals getting damaged), you store them securely away in your lens bag. Wouldn’t want to trip over them and break them, after all.

You leave the girl lying where she is and pull over the light, extending the pole and angling the light downwards so it shines on her from above. After switching back to your 50mm lens, you line up a shot of her gaping breasts. Her nipple holes have only closed a bit and measure a little over 4 inches in diameter, allowing you to clearly see all the way inside to the milk ducts. You snap a few shots, but aren’t fully happy yet: you can’t get a good view all the way to the back without blocking the light. Unless…

You insert both of your thumbs into one of the yawning holes, grabbing both sides between your thumbs and other fingers, before rotating your hands towards each other and folding the front of the boob back on itself, as if pulling a sock partially inside out. You fold back the other breast as well, and now you can not only see all the way to the back, but the inside of the breast is much more visible as well. You take a series of closeups, medium and wide shots and smile to yourself. This is turning out to be a very productive afternoon.

Doing a quick review, you notice something missing in the composition of the wide shots. It would be better in terms of symmetry if there was something spilling out of her bottom end to match the sprawled-out brain. You briefly consider pulling more intestines out through her belly button, but then you have a better idea; you could even match the two dangly orbs on top for an almost perfect mirroring shot.

“How’s it going?” she asks.

“It’s going wonderfully, dear, and I just had a great idea. You might feel this,” you say, squatting down, as you plunge your hand into her pussy. It was already surprisingly loose before the lens had gone in; now it was positively cavernous. You slide your hand in all the way up past the wrist and just below the elbow, as your fingers press against her already opened cervix. Pushing past it with ease, you get on your knees to give yourself a better angle, and your fingers slide up into two holes inside her womb.

“Hhna…” she whimpers, her limbless body quivering a little.

“Ah, ah. You said it yourself, good models can stay still,” you chide her gently, as you curl your fingers up and pull your arm out. This brings her entire womb out with you, sprawling out beneath her gaping cunt with a wet flop. As you dry your arm by wiping it on her stomach, you look down and admire the sight – even the ovaries were dragged out, splayed outwards. You stand up so that you’re looking down on her, like a proper flat aerial shot, and take a pic. It’s perfect symmetry: her brain splayed out above, her womb below, the eyeballs and the ovaries matching each other.

“Now this is art,” you say.

With the wide shots approved, it’s time for a good detail shot. But the white sheet, somewhat bloodied in places, that currently covered the floor would hardly do for a backdrop. From the side of the room, you grab a bolt of deep cerulean cloth that would contrast well with both her punk uterus and her white ovaries. Lifting up the floppy assembly of her inverted cunt, you slide the fabric underneath it and lower it back down, spreading everything out as far as it will go. You even stick first one, and then two fingertips up her urethra to make sure it shows up better on the photo. Getting down on your knees, you snap away until you’re satisfied. The ovaries are still rather small in the composition, though. Sure, cropping would help a little, but you don’t want to lower the resolution too much…

Wait, didn’t you bring your macro lens today? Rushing over to your camera bag, you happily find that you did. You quickly exchange lenses and screw on a small tripod, positioning the lens just an inch or so from the small egg sac, with you lying on the floor behind it. Switching the camera to manual focus, you twist the dial until you can count the individual follicles on the small orb, leaving her uterus as a blurry shape behind it. Click. You quickly review the shot, zooming in as far as it will go. Textbook.

“Heh, look at this,” you laugh, “I’m pretty sure I can see each and every one of your future children in here. Think of the money you’ll save on school photographs.”

“You’re making an awful lot of assumptions about my future there, mister,” says the model.

“Such as?”

“Having one”

“True. But we’re getting distracted. Let’s get you undressed.”

“I swear we already did that part,” she says.

“True, but not completely.”

You gently turn her around, making sure you don’t hurt the brain or womb too much. The red line running along her spine is still there. This time you slide both hands inside the cut, feeling out the muscles of her back and detaching the skin from them slowly.

“That’s very strange to see,” the model says. Confused, you look up, and notice that her brain is lying on the back of her neck, the eyeballs staring right at you. Chuckling, you continue your work your hands travelling underneath her skin further and further, until the back and sides are nice and loose.

You work your hands towards her front, loosening the skin as you go, where you bump into her boobs.

“Hey,” she says sternly, “are you copping a feel?”

You look her straight in the eyes and raise an eyebrow.

“Seriously?”

She holds on for a second or two, but then bursts out laughing.

“Haha. I tried, but I couldn’t keep a straight face.”

“Heh, indeed. And I bet that’ll be even harder once I do this…”

You flip her onto her back, making sure to pull the brain out of the way, grab the two flaps at the back of the head and pull. As you progress, they get bigger and bigger, detaching first her ears, then her eyebrows, her lips and finally the skin of her nose from the rest of her head. You look at the red, eyeless grinning head smiling back at you.

“It certainly is a lot more efficient,” she says. “This’ll save me countless hours in hair & makeup.”

“Or the tanning salon,” you add as you start flaying her front.

Inch by inch her pelt is pulled free, her chest still sporting two three-inch holes surrounded by doughnut-shaped areola. Her abs are revealed two at a time as you work on her belly, and finally her cunt is denuded, her labia the last to part ways with her flesh as you pull it free from around her prolapsed birth canal, robbing her clit of its cover. You drape the skin next to her, lining it up so they align perfectly and take the shot.

Returning her eyes to a slightly more sensible position, you hold the back of the camera up to her.

“How do feel about ‘Inside and out’ for the title of this one?”

“I appreciate how you managed to get my face looking lovely, even as it’s lying on the floor beside me,” she answers.

“I’ve got a steady hand and a good eye. Now, let’s really get some close ups.”

You take some very close up shots of her skinless body, getting excellent detail on the fibers of the muscles going across her head, the yellow fat of her exposed breasts, and her bizarre-looking pussy, with its missing labia, protruding clit and inverted womb. Then you do the same with her skin – bringing the light down so you can get a good shot of the inside of her head skin, and every goosebump on her floppy labia.

“No one can say you’re uncomfortable with nude shots now,” you joke.

“Hah! Some girls get the nerves just doing bra shots. Amateurs.”

“And you’re a real pro. I mean it,” you say, rubbing her cheek affectionately. “But we can go deeper.”

“I don’t doubt it. What’s next?”

“Well, I think we’ve captured your outer beauty quite well, so I was thinking of moving on to showing off your inner beauty, if you catch my drift. Of course, this one will be a little more difficult to walk away from.”

Your eyes drop to her legless hips.

“…figuratively speaking.”

The girl thinks for a few seconds.

“I guess it’s not like I’m going anywhere anyway. At this point it’s probably either ads for meatcute.com, or puppy chow commercials. Might as well get one good photo shoot out before I’m reduced to lame commercials. So what the hell, have at it.”

Grabbing the knife once more, you press the tip against her collar bone, pushing through the thin layer of flesh covering it. You slice along the bone, stopping an inch or so shy of the wound where her arm had been and turn downwards, cutting across the bumps of her ribs, down to her hip bone. There, you cut across her pubic mound to the other side, before going back up and closing the rectangle.

You dig your fingernails into the top edge of the cut, gripping the layers of meat and muscle, and pull, opening her up like a tin of sardines, revealing all of her internal organs. Pulling the slab of meat free completely and tossing it with the other discarded body parts, you take a second to study the girl. You can see her lungs inflating and deflating behind her ribs, the larger organs like the stomach and liver, and the long tangle of her intestines.

The girl looks down, fascinated at the sight of her own insides. She doesn’t have long to admire them, however, before you roll her over onto her belly (or her lack of one, to be precise), and repeat the procedure on her back, leaving her sides as the only remaining thing covering her torso, or keeping her hips in place. You roll her over once more, onto her – for lack of a better term – back.

“Gotta love these all-access shoots,” you smile.

“Yeah, I’m not keeping anything hidden, am I?” the girl laughs.

“Well, almost nothing,” you say, knocking against her rib cage. “Don’t worry, though, nothing we can’t fix. Hold still.”

The girl has just enough time to shoot you a ‘like I have a choice’ look as you lift one leg in the air and crush your shoe down on the white arches of her ribs. A big crack forms down the center of her sternum. You kick again. The sternum splits in two, but aside from that the structure holds. As your foot hits bone for the third time, more carefully this time, there’s a loud crack, and the left front half of her ribs snaps off. You immediately halt yourself, and remove the loose section, which sort of looks like a giant white comb. Now that you have some access, you grab her left lung and pull it up and back, draping it over her shoulder and next to her head. Her heart is next, which you place on her neck, and finally you tilt out the other lung. With no more vital organs in the way to watch out for, you resume your assault until all that’s left of her ribs are some stumps less than an inch long sticking out from her spine. You gather up all the fragments and fold her lungs and heart back where they belong. You try to arrange the girl to your liking on the floor, but given that she has basically zero structural integrity left at this point you can’t get things to stay in place like you want. Especially her intestines are proving troublesome.

“Hmm,” you mutter, tapping your chin as your eyes roam the studio, looking for a solution when you suddenly notice the girder hanging from the ceiling that was intended for mounting lighting rigs.

“I think I have an idea,” you say.

“Well? Don’t leave me hanging.”

“Sorry, but my plan kind of hinges on doing exactly that.”

You drag her over by her shoulders so she’s right under the girder, and gather up all of her bowels. You take one big loop of them in your right hand and start swinging them round and round like a lasso before throwing them upwards. After five failed attempts, you finally manage on the sixth attempt, and after sliding the loop over towards the center of the girder a bit more so she doesn’t fall off, you start pulling on one end of her intestines to hoist her up like a flag. Sliding over a crate to rest on the bowels on the floor to keep her in place, you admire your work. You can see right through her; her heart and lungs only framed by the outline of her torso. This will make for an excellent companion to your earlier shots. You quickly grab your camera.

“So, what’s this shot called?” she asks, swaying left and right.

“Exposed.”

“I do feel quite naked, haha. Not that I’ve ever had a problem with that.”

You ponder your art piece, as you take photos in front of and behind her, then crouching down so you can take a shot of her from below.

“Hey, no peeking up my skirt now,” she says teasingly, her skinless face smiling down at you.

Snap, snap.

“Looking lovely as always,” you say, tracing a finger around her exposed hip bone. “But…”

“Actually, that’s my pelvis.”

“What– ah, I see, very witty. No, what I meant is; can we expose you even more?”

You ponder, looking at the girl hanging limbless from her own intestines.

“Yes, I believe we can.”

You lower her down, but keep the model suspended as you contemplate her, taking the opportunity to get a good shot of her exposed heart.

“Has anyone ever said you looked too bony?”

“Can’t say they have.”

“Guess I’m the first one then. Fortunately, I can remedy that.”

Angling the knife into the bottom of her torso, you slice through her vagina, as close to her vulva as you can manage. Walking around to her rear, you sever her colon just inside of her asshole as well. Two further cuts at her shoulders see what little was left of her sides fluttering down and hanging down from her hips. Grabbing the bottom of her spine in one hand, you lean down on her pelvis with the other, putting your full weight behind it. You catch yourself as you feel it start to go, and send the bottom of her torso clattering to the floor, leaving her sex organs dangling by the thin thread of her urethra, swinging from her bladder. Shifting your grip on her spine upward a bit, you grab the bottom vertebra and twist it free, allowing it to drop to the floor as well. You make your way further up her spine, removing vertebrae one at a time until her entire spinal cord is exposed.

You gently push it with your finger.

“Hihi, that tickles”, she giggles.

“Oh yeah? How about this?”

You kneel down and hold your head up, opening your mouth wide as you position it below the swaying end of her spinal cord, and slowly start getting to your feet, guiding more and more of the cord inside as you feel it brush past the back of your tongue.

What’s left of her starts twitching like someone’s running a high voltage through her body. She tries to speak, but the words come out a garbled mess, as you deepthroat her nervous system. It’s not quite effortless, but you manage to plant a kiss on the underside of her skull before pulling back. You can see something dripping out of her hanging sex organs.

“That… was amazing,” she says, panting. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I’m full of surprises,” you say, casually taking a photo of her dripping, exposed womb, before looking up and examining her exposed shoulders. You grab her collar bones and break them off, until soon the only bone left in her entire body is the skull itself, her lower body a formless mass of organs.

You hold her head up so she can see you.

“Ready for the final bit of modelling?”

“Always. And I never wanted to do speaking roles anyway. Go for it.”

“Happy to. Though I’m afraid that after this the only thing you’ll be posing for is a still life.”

“I’ve seen plenty of those hanging in museums. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get lucky.”

“If nothing else, I’ll try to get you into a few photo galleries. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but judging from the previews I don’t think that’ll be too much of a problem.”

“It’s been great working with you.”

“Feeling’s mutual.”

Since trying to destroy the rest of her skull in this position would quickly turn into a game of tetherball, you lower her back down to the ground and lift her brain out of skull, giving a playful little twang on her brain stem. Returning to the tried-and-true method of stomping, you soon have the bottom half of her skull reduced to rubble. You take this opportunity to give her a full cleanup, removing any leftover bits of flesh until all that remains are her organs. You laugh as you see her tongue twitching.

“Playful to the last, huh? Alright, you deserve some fun.”

In her now completely pliable state, you spend a few minutes folding her in various ways so she can lick her own brain, uterus and heart. But still the tongue keeps twitching.

“Oh, I know what you want,” you say with a grin. “But I guess since you’re no longer around to help me, I’ll just have to help myself. Undoing your belt, you pull your pants and boxers down and grab her heart, wrapping it around your dick like a cock sleeve as you start jerking it. In your horny state you don’t last long, and, aiming for her tongue, you blow your load. The tongue stops twitching.

“Thought so.”

Having finished, it’s time to finish work as well. You hoist up the string of organs, and complete the shoot with a series of pictures that’s you’ve already decided to title ‘Overexposed’.

After putting away your lenses and camera, you unhook the girl from the girder, scooping her together in a pile on the floor. As you’re about to leave, you stop. It wouldn’t really be fair to the next photographer to leave her here to clean up, would it? Except you have no idea where she lives.

“Guess you’re coming with me then,” you shrug, grabbing an empty paper tote bag and sliding her into it.

“I think I’ve got some ideas to put you to work,” you say, and turn off the lights before walking to your car, whistling.

Well, it took a little over 3 years and a pandemic for me to finish this one, but I am really happy I did.

The original story was posted in the old gurochan but you can find it in my site if you haven't read it before, and though this is a prequel, I recommend you read The farm first and then the prequel, as otherwise you are going to spoil the plot twist.

Also, this time I wanted to explore character development a little bit more, and though the people that have read this one already liked it, I am not sure everybody will. As one of them said, its a bit of a ride.

So please, if you finish reading it, let me know what you think!

The farm is here asstr org/~Eficient/the%20farm htm
The prequel is here asstr org/~Eficient/a%20prequel%20to%20the%20farm htm

(just add the dots)

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Cold, and out of breath, I stopped next to a tree, leaning my naked body against the frozen bark as I looked around nervously.

There was barely enough light that I could see the floor, but not much else, and the forest around me stood completely silent, making me shiver in fear.

I could see my breath in front of me, a small cloud of vapor that slowly faded away with every breath I took. It was too cold to be out like this, I thought to myself, but my only protection were my shoes, a small mercy that Merle had allowed us.

Besides that I had my hands cuffed tightly behind me, which left me unable to cover myself and made the cold even worse.

Once I had caught my breath, I looked around once more, hoping to see anything, but around me all I could see were shadows.

Shivering, I pushed myself off from the tree and I started walking again. I didn't make it very far though, as a few steps later I hear a noise behind me and I froze in place, suddenly terrified.

Slowly, I turned around expecting the worse, but luckily it was only Jess, hiding behind a tree just like I had done.

She was also naked, with her hands cuffed behind her, and once she saw me she smiled warmly and she moved towards me, stepping carefully on the forest floor so as to make as little noise as possible.

Jessica had always been the most beautiful of the two, and not because she was four years older than me. She was taller, with bigger breasts and wide hips that made her body full of curves, unlike mine.

I had always felt a little jealous of her, and as she moved closer, I marveled at how beautiful she looked.

"Ohhh, Andy... how are you?" she whispered a moment later.

I looked down at my body, now covered in goose bumps and I almost laughed.

"Cold... very cold... scared..." I said as I tried to stop trembling.

Jessica looked at me, her face full of sorrow. She had, after all, chosen the last of the three games, so this was kind of her fault.

Then, moving carefully, she leaned into me, pressing her naked body into mine. It felt good, and though we couldn't hug, it did make me feel better, if not warmer.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked me a moment later.

Pushing back a little, I looked down at my pubic mound. Even in the poor light I could see the brand Merle had given me in the morning. My present, for my 14th birthday.

I could still remember the hot, searing sensation of the red hot iron he had used as he pressed it against my flesh, the smell of roasted meat that had filled the barn, and how much I had screamed despite my efforts not to.

"No, not much. It's... more of a dull, throbbing pain now..." I said as I shook my head.

The brand itself was an stylized pig's snout, with an M over it. Merles personal brand, marking me as his.

Jessica had hers too, and as I looked at her I saw it, just under her belly button, a dark scar the same shape as mine. Of course, Jessica hadn't screamed when she was branded, that was another thing she was better at than me, I thought to myself.

"Have you seen Kaylee?" Jessica asked me a moment later.

"No... I... I heard screams a while ago, near the barn... if that wasn't you..." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Jessica didn't have to say anything. If Kaylee had already been captured it meant that Merle had to be close.

Without saying a word we both looked around us, nervously scanning the dark forest in search for him, but it was too dark to see anything.

"Okay, we need to go, there is..." Jessica started saying before we heard a faint rustling sound behind us.

Freezing instantly, we managed to look behind us but I could only see shadows.

"Cooper?" Jessica whispered.

A second later Cooper, Merle's big wooly dog, took a step towards us, emerging from the shadows.

He was wagging his tail, probably wanting to play, but as I looked at him I felt my blood freezing inside of me and I started hyperventilating. If Cooper was here, Merle wasn't too far behind.

Then suddenly, I heard a whizzing sound to my left, and before I could even turn my head I saw a lasso moving towards us. It sailed gracefully through the air before landing on Jessica's shoulders.

She looked at me, her face filled with surprise, and before she could do anything the lasso closed tightly around her neck and she was pulled to the ground.

"Jess!" I screamed as it dragged her along the forest floor.

Desperate, she started squirming and kicking her legs wildly, but with her hands tied behind her she had no way to escape.

Helpless, I stood frozen in place as I heard her choking, the lasso pulling her mercilessly along the frozen ground until she finally managed to grab a small tree with her hands and she stopped.

"Ruuuunnnnn!" she managed to scream before the lasso pulled once more and the tree slipped from her frozen fingers.

The moment she did I turned around and I took off running, my mind filled with panic. I felt ashamed for not helping her, but there was nothing I could do.

I did the best I could, but running in the dark with your hands tied behind you is not easy. As I made my way long the trees, I felt small, invisible branches cutting my skin or slapping my face. I felt cold, much colder than before, and worse, I was now alone.

Soon tears were streaming down my face, making it even harder to see, and it was then that my luck ran out.

I saw something in front of me, a long dark shadow laying on the ground. I tried to jump it, but I slipped in the wet dirt and my foot caught on it. I fell hard, landing on my shoulder and losing my breath from the impact.

Dazed and unable to breath, I curled myself into a ball over the frozen ground, fearing that Merle would catch up, but minutes passed and when I managed to catch my breath back I was still alone.

My shoulder hurt, but I managed to push myself into my knees and then I got up.

Looking around, I saw nothing but shadows, and to one side, a fallen tree, the one that had made me fall. Despite my situation, I managed to calm down, if only a little, and this time I started jogging, making my way carefully around the forest until I came into the clearing.

It was the center of the forest, and in the middle of it, a big oak tree stood proudly, its many twisting branches as thick as my waist.

By then my whole body ached, I was tired and my breathing was fast and hard. I was trembling too, so hard that I could hear my teeth chattering despite my efforts.

Too tired to continue running, I walked slowly towards the tree and I leaned against it. The bark was rough and cold, and for a moment I remembered Jessica's body against mine.

Thankfully, I was alone this time, and as I looked around I tried to relax, closing my eyes.

Despite the fear, though, I couldn't deny the mixture of excitement and arousal I felt at being chased. And the cold, though uncomfortable, had always fascinated me.

For a second I let my mind wander, and I imagined what Merle would do to me when he captured me. There was no doubt in my mind he would, there was no if, it was just a matter of time, just like he had done with Jessica and Kaylee before me.

Still, I didn't want to lose. I knew well what was at risk, and despite my fantasy I didn't want to get snuffed, not yet at least.

Looking back I wondered what had happened to Jessica and once more I felt ashamed that I hadn't tried to help her, even if it had been useless.

Still, as I closed my eyes I remembered the lasso closing around her neck, crushing her throat as she was pulled to the ground and suddenly I felt my body growing warmer.

I imagined myself in her place, the rough leather of the lasso closing around my own throat, choking me, making it impossible to breathe, and as I did I felt myself getting wet.

Merle had fucked me that morning, just before branding me. And like he usually did he had cummed inside of me, filling me with his cum as I tried my best to resist my orgasm. He had told me I wasn't allowed to cum, and so I didn't.

I had spent the rest of the day feeling both aroused and frustrated, and suddenly I wanted to touch myself.

But the cuffs were on too tight and I couldn't reach my pussy, no matter how hard I pulled. Groaning in frustration I gave them one more pull but I only managed to cut myself on the cold, hard steel.

"So predictable..." I heard a second later.

As my heart skipped a beat, I managed to look behind me and I saw Merle, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he looked at me. He was smiling, but there was nothing friendly in his smile.

"Shouldn't you be running?" he asked me a moment later.

And almost as soon as he said it, I ran away as fast as I could. There was no way I would lose him in the clearing, but I was panicking and I was running on instinct, hoping against all odds that I could get to the trees before he caught me.

I didn't, though.

A second later I heard a whizzing sound coming from behind and then I was falling to the ground.

This time I hit the ground hard, slamming my face and my breasts against the frozen mud, leaving me dazed and losing my breath once more.

Despite it, I tried to get up as fast as I could, but I couldn't. Rolling over, I looked at my feet and I knew it was over. It wasn't the lasso, though, but Merle's bolas.

The three leather balls had done their job, tangling around my feet and making it impossible for me to escape.

Desperate, I tried pulling from them, but they were on too tight and it was useless anyway.

A second later Merle was standing in front of me, and as my blood froze inside of me I stopped struggling.

Merle was told, a full two heads taller than me and with broad, muscular shoulders. As I laid on the ground, he towered over me like a giant, and I felt weak and vulnerable.

Smiling, he stopped next to me, his eyes scanning my naked body as he leered at me. I felt terrified under his gaze, and a moment later he took his cock out of his pants and he started pumping it.

Without a word, he kneeled in front of me, grabbing my legs with one hand and pulling them up. I was frozen, unable to move, but even if I hadn't been, I knew there was nothing I could have done to stop him.

Instead I waited, trembling from the cold as I felt the mud on my face freezing.

But Merle took his time, savoring my fear. Then I felt him rubbing his cock over my pussy, getting it wet with my juices before he forced himself into me.

I gasped, more in shock than in pain, as his cock suddenly filled me. I was wet, ready for him, and he knew it. He wasted no time, and soon he was pumping himself into me, his hips forcing me against the frozen ground as he folded my legs over me.

The position made it hard to breath, and it only got worse as he leaned more of his weight onto me, crushing me.

Despite the cold and the uncomfortable position, I felt my body responding. I wanted desperately to cum, and this time I wasn't going to ask for permission.

As he kept fucking me I started grinding my hips against him, trying to get as much pleasure as I could. It didn't take long for my body to become hot and feverish, and as I neared my orgasm I closed my eyes and prayed that Merle would last just a little longer.

But before I could cum, he pulled out in one trust and I felt my pussy gaping open as the frozen cold air washed over it.

Groaning, I looked at him, but he simply ignored me.

Instead, he flipped my body over, until I was lying down on the ground.

Suddenly I was trembling again as I felt my breasts and my face pressing against the mud, but I had no time to complain.

Merle's cock soon returned to my pussy, filling me once more and he started fucking me even harder than before. His trusts were fast and brutal, each one pushing me against the ground and making it hard to breathe.

And then, just like before, I felt him leaning over me, pressing his weight onto me and he crushed me against the ground.

Breathing became even harder than before, and soon I was grunting in agony, desperate to cum but fearing I wouldn't be able to.

"Please..." I moaned desperately.

But Merle's assault continued unrelentless as he used my body for his pleasure. I was painful and uncomfortable, and trapped under his body I could only endure he pounded me mercilessly against the ground.

And then I felt his hand moving, first over my ass and then my back, massaging my sore and cold body as it climbed slowly. Despite the abuse, his touch felt good and I wanted more, but I should have know better.

His hand soon found my neck and before I could take another breath, he closed it around my throat, squeezing so hard that he pushed my tongue out of my mouth.

I was choking, and unable to breathe I soon felt my lungs burning and my heart beating wildly inside my chest.

Desperate, I tried to shake him away, but it was useless, and a moment later I heard him grunting.

Suddenly he stopped, burying his cock deep into my pussy as he finally came. I could feel his cum, jet after jet, filling me once more as the world around me started to fade away.

And just before I was gone, I remember thinking how unfair it was.

----

When I came back my brain was pounding painfully inside my head. I felt dizzy and everything around me seemed to be moving, but I couldn't open my eyes.

Trying to stay still, I waited. Slowly, as my senses came back one by one I started to notice feel the world around me.

I was still bound, with the cuffs around my wrists and a tight rope pulling from my legs. Around me I could hear pigs honking softly, and behind it someone was grunting, thought I couldn't make out who or why.

I wasn't cold anymore, though, and that was good, but my stomach was churning painfully inside of me.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to open my eyes and I saw that the world was upside down.

I was hanging from my feet, the rope around my ankles going up into the dark rafters, and below me were the pig pens.

The stench hit me almost instantly, and though I was used to working in the pens, I had never been over them. Suddenly the smell and the swinging became too much and I started retching.

Panicking, I closed my eyes and I started breathing slowly through my mouth, trying to block the smell of the pigs that wafted towards me. It was slow, but a minute later I managed to calm down just enough that I could open my eyes once more without puking.

I wasn't alone, though.

The barn was almost completely dark, except for a single light by the door, and under it were Jessica and Kaylee.

They were both wearing a nooses around their necks, which held them up so that they had to stand on their tiptoes or they would hang.

Despite her predicament, Jessica was smiling and obviously aroused. Her nipples were hard and even from a distance I could see her thighs glistening with her juices.

Kaylee, though, looked terrified. She was grunting desperately as she tried to keep her balance, but she was obviously tired.

A moment later the barn door opened and Merle walked in, casually looking at me before he turned his attention to Jessica and Kaylee.

"Unfortunately, we have a slight problem. Andy came in last, but you two are tied on points..." he said.

Despite my position I sighed in relief, knowing that I was safe, at least for now, but my relief was short lived.

"This has never happened before, but I think we can fix it." he said.

Then he grabbed Jessica's breasts and he started playing with her nipples, pulling and pinching them until Jessica was gritting her teeth.

"You are both going to hang in a minute, and the one that passes out first, looses and becomes meat." he continued.

As he did I looked at Jessica and then at Kaylee, torn between the two.

"Jess..." I heard myself whispering as I watched my sisters face.

She wasn't smiling anymore, and as Merle continued to torture her breasts, I could see her becoming scared.

"Take a deep breath." Merle said sarcastically, and a moment later a slow mechanical noise filled the barn.

Both girls were soon in the air, their nooses digging painfully into their necks as they started dangling under the ropes. Desperate, they were soon kicking their legs wildly in search for the floor that was just out of their reach.

Struggling would only make it worse, of course, but I knew from experience that it was impossible not to do it.

Once they were up, Merle stood to one side, simply watching as he smiled darkly.

Dry, raspy noise filled the air as they both struggled to breath, but the nooses were merciless.

Soon, both their faces had turned a deep purple color, and Jessica's tongue stuck out of her mouth in an image that was both grotesque and incredible arousing.

I was terrified by what I saw, and still I couldn't look way as both of them slowly choked to death.

Seconds passed and Kaylee's movement became slower and more sporadic, but Jessica's soon did the same.

Suddenly I wanted to scream at Merle to drop them down, but I couldn't. I could only watch as my sister and my friend slowly lost consciousness, knowing that one of them was soon going to die.

And then, almost at the same time, they both stopped struggling.

I looked amazed as their bodies swung slowly under their nooses, their bodies twitching slowly, but that was it.

Merle looked at them for a second, just as surprised as me, and then he lowered them to the ground before he pulled the nooses open.

Then he stood up and waited, looking somehow disappointed.

Kaylee was the first to come back, groaning softly as she curled up into a ball on the ground, and Jessica did the same a few seconds later.

I felt relieved that they were both okay, but I knew what had been at stake, and my eyes soon moved to Merle, who was looking at them in confusion.

"Who... who went... first..." Kaylee asked a moment later, her voice a broken croak that was painful to hear.

Jessica, probably unable to talk, managed to open her eyes and she looked at Merle. She looked scared, and as I looked at her I could only hold my breath.

Merle though, was smiling.

"You both did." he said a moment later as he crouched between the two.

Both girls, still lying on the floor, looked at him in confusion as they tried to understand what he had said, but Merle simply smiled once more before he continued.

"You both did, at the same time... that means you are both meat..." he said, his voice becoming somber all of a sudden.

As he did, Kaylee looked at Merle and her eyes filled with tears. Devastated, she laid her head on the ground and she started sobbing as Merle laid a hand on her back, trying to comfort her.

Jessica, was looking blankly at the floor as she nodded slowly. She looked almost calm, but I could see her trembling nervously as she realized her fate.

A moment later she rolled over and she managed to get her knees under her body. Once she was kneeling, she hung her head down for a second, her hair hiding her face from view, and then she looked towards me.

She looked sad and I could see tears running down her face. Then she hung her head down once more and I started sobbing. I wanted to run to her, to hug her and feel her body against mine, but I couldn't.

Instead I could only watch as she cried softly with the noose hanging loosely around her neck.

----

The next morning I woke up alone in my bed. I felt tired, and everything hurt, though I couldn't remember why.

For a brief moment, all I cared was the sun shining over my bed and the warm feeling of the covers pressing over me.

Then it all came back, and I remembered everything that had happened last night. The hunt in the forest, how cold I had been, and then the barn, how Jessica and Kaylee had hung and Merle's words as they both laid on the floor.

As it did, I suddenly felt the need to find Jessica. Groaning, I pushed the covers away and I got up before I stepped outside my room, still naked.

I didn't have to look far, though, as Jessica came out of Merle's room the moment I closed my door.

Behind her, Kaylee was moaning loudly, and as Jessica finally saw me she smiled guiltily.

"We missed you last night..." she said.

She was completely naked, and her hair was a tangled mess. A deep, purple mark surrounded her neck were the noose had been, and her face was covered in fresh cum, though despite all that she was smiling warmly.

"I was tired..." I said meekly, though it wasn't true.

After Merle had dropped me down, Jessica and Kaylee had gone into his room, and I had gone to mine. I wanted to spend time alone with Jessica and I was not really in the mood for a foursome.

Now though, I walked up to Jessica and I hugged her, warping my arms around her as she did the same with me. We stood like that for a while, just silently enjoying each other until and ear splitting scream made us both jump.

"Well...I think Kaylee just came..." Jessica said.

Laughing softly, I nodded.

I wanted to ask her how she felt, and I got the feeling she wanted to ask me the same, but neither of us did.

Instead Jessica took my hand and she led me downstairs into the kitchen. Once there she cleaned up her face and she started making some hotcakes as I placed the kettle to boil.

As I waited, I looked at Jessica. She looked calmer than last night, but I couldn't wait any longer.

"How are you, Jess?" I finally managed to ask.

Jessica looked at me as she sighed softly, and then she shook her head.

"I'm fine. It's... kind of a shock, but I had been wanting this for a long time, so..." she said as she tried to smile, and failed. "It just caught me by surprise..."

"And Kaylee?" I asked a moment later.

"She... she was kind of a mess... I think she liked the idea of the danger, but she never expected to... loose. She needed some consolation last night, but she is fine now." Jessica said.

I nodded silently, wondering what I would feel if I were in her place.

"She even chose how she wants it done..." Jessica added a moment later, almost talking to herself.

"And you?" I asked her.

"You know me, I made my mind a while ago. I am simple girl..." she said as she ran her hand over the mark around her neck. "But I have a feeling that Merle will find a way to make it special."

"Yeah..." I said, not knowing what else to say.

After that I got the table ready and I made us both a cup of tea while Jessica served us each a couple of hotcakes.

I was ravenous, but as I looked at the hotcakes I felt my stomach churning inside of me and I pushed my plate away. Maybe I was just nervous, I told myself.

Jessica ate quietly as I sipped from my tea, listening as the house shook all around us. Merle and Kaylee were still fucking, and I couldn't help but feel a little envious of her. I hadn't managed to cum yesterday, and I had a feeling that Merle would keep it like that for as long as he could.

"He just keeps going, doesn't he?" Jessica asked as she looked up towards the ceiling. "It's like.... getting fucked by a horny bull... my god that poor girls pussy..."

And as she said the last part I couldn't stop myself and I spat my tea into the air as I started laughing out loud at the image in my head.

Jessica started laughing a moment later and together we just looked at each other, just enjoying the moment.

----

When we finished our breakfast, each of us went into her room to change.

As I closed my door behind me, I took a deep breath and I looked around my room. It was a bit of a mess and I should have probably tidied it up a bit, but I was dizzy and I didn't feel well. The last couple of days had been hard, and after the cold I sucked last night I probably had the flu, I told myself.

Instead I dressed quickly, slipping my bright yellow yoga pants and a white long sleeved shirt. After tying my hair into a ponytail behind my head I slipped on some shoes and I went back down, where Jessica was waiting for me.

She was wearing a pair of jeans and a thick looking hoodie.

When she saw me walking down she looked puzzled for a moment, but then she shook her head and together we headed outside.

The day was beautiful, with the sun shining brightly above us, but the air was cold and crisp, just like last night.

I had always liked the cold, unlike Jessica, and as I stepped outside I felt the cold air enveloping me and I couldn't help but smile as I my body got covered in goose bumps.

Cooper was laying on the porch, his big wooly mat of hair spread all around him. When he saw us he lifted his head and he started wagging his tail, probably expecting a treat, but he wouldn't get one from me, at least until next week.

"Traitor..." I said as I walked past him.

Once outside I stopped, as I didn't have any particular plans, I just wanted to be out of the house for a while.

Jessica, though, took my hand and I followed her as she started walking into the forest. It didn't take us long before we got to the clearing, and once there we stopped by the edge.

As I looked around I marveled at how completely different it looked during the day.

Yesterday night everything had been covered in shadows, and even a place I knew as well as this had felt scary and dangerous. Now though, in broad daylight, it felt peaceful and safe.

Merle had made the clearing a few years ago, taking down a few trees and clearing the underbrush around the biggest oak tree in the property, the one where we had played as little girls. There used to be a tire swing hanging from it, a long time ago, but it was now gone.

That tree now stood in the center of the clearing, and we still played around it, though our games had changed a little since then.

Around the edge of the clearing, just before the forest started, there was what would one day be a circle of stones. There were only five now, spread around the edge, but I knew that we would be adding two more soon.

As I thought about that, I looked at Jessica and I remembered how it had all started.

We hadn't always lived in the farm. Back when I was just a child we lived with my mom and my dad in the city, though I don't remember any of that.

I just remember one day waking up in the farm, with Jessica crying next to me while Merle looked at us. I must have been 2 or 3 years old, and I didn't understand what was happening, but she was crying so I cried too.

Merle was my brother, but he was much older than us and he had left my parents home before I was born, so I didn't really knew him back then, he was just a stranger.

It was hard for me to understand what had happened, and no matter how many times Merle explained it to me, I always told him I wanted to see mom and dad. I can still remember that pained, helpless look he gave me as he tried to explain to me that they weren't coming back.

He was patient with me in a way that I didn't notice back then, but I was stubborn, and I couldn't understand that they were just gone and no matter how hard I cried they weren't coming back.

It was rough at the beginning. But Merle gave us a home and he took care of us. Despite all the work there was on the farm he always found time to play, and I remember spending hours under that oak tree while he pushed the tire swing, giggling like crazy as I felt the air rushing around me.

I was too young when it all happened to remember my parents, though. All I had was what Jessica told me.

Sometimes it hurt to know that I never got to know them, but Merle had been with me for as long as I could remember, and he and Jessica were my family, strange as ours may be.

Taking a deep breath, I squeezed Jessica's hand but she was lost in her own thoughts.

And as I looked at her I felt a sudden pang of sadness. I had won last night, but I had lost my friend and my sister.

I didn't want to cry, not in front of her. I knew Jessica had been wanting to go for a long time, and she looked happy now, I didn't want to ruin it for her. But I also wondered what she would feel if I were the one that lost.

Pushing that idea away, I squeezed her hand in mine and I started walking towards the tree.

Once there we both sat on the ground, resting out backs against the bark as we looked around us.

"Are you sure you are not cold?" Jessica asked me a moment later. "My nipples are frozen and I am wearing a bra, a shirt and a hoodie!"

Smiling, I looked at her and I shook my head.

"It's not that I don't get cold, I just... like it..." I said a moment later. "Mine are frozen too... if it makes you feel any better..."

Her only response was a smile and then she looked away into the trees.

After that a comfortable silence fell between us. Jessica returned to her own thoughts, and I just looked around the clearing, enjoying the beauty of it. We were not far from where Merle had captured me last night, though, and suddenly I remembered how he had fucked me and how I had begged to cum.

This was also the place where Jessica and Kaylee would die, I thought to myself. And suddenly I felt sick. I wanted to scream, to cry and sob, to beg Merle to stop, but I did nothing of that.

Instead I grabbed Jessica's hand and I squeezed it softly before I laid my head on her shoulder.

"I am going to miss you, Jess..." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Jessica sighed slowly, and then she laid her head on top of mine.

"Me too..." she said, her voice a mixture of sadness and joy. "How do you feel? Wanna talk?"

Swallowing nervously I looked at my shoes, wondering what to say.

"I feel... relieved... that I am not going to get... snuffed... but also sad because... because you lost... and you are." I managed to say.

Jessica stayed silent, but she did squeeze my hand back.

"I feel... guilty..." I said a moment later.

"You shouldn't..." Jessica said, her voice soft and comforting.

And though I knew she was right, and I also knew that this had been Jessica's dream for many years, I didn't want her to do it, and I felt guilty for that.

I too had my own fantasies, of course, just like she did. But I was also scared of them. There was a side of me that wanted to get snuffed by my brother, that enjoyed being fucked roughly on the ground, that liked to be treated like meat.

But there was another part that was terrified of where it might take me. That part sometimes stopped me from doing what I wanted to do, from enjoying the things I did. But it was also the one that was trying to keep me alive.

Jessica didn't seem to have that side, she just enjoyed herself no matter what.

And though I would never admit it to her, I envied that of her.

"Who... who is going to go first?" I asked a moment later, fearing her answer.

I felt guilty for wishing Kaylee to go first, but she was my friend, and Jessica was my sister.

Jessica, meanwhile, lifted her head from mine and she looked into my eyes.

"Kaylee asked to go first last night. Merle has some things to prepare, though." she said a moment later. "It's going to be tomorrow morning, I think."

Feeling slightly relieved, I took a deep breath and I looked at Jessica.

"How is he..." was the only thing I managed to say before she shook her head.

"I won't tell, it's going to be a surprise... an interesting one, I think..." she said as she looked towards the house, smiling.

Kaylee would be tomorrows lunch, then. And the idea was both sad and incredibly exciting.

It wouldn't be the first time I tried girl meat, I though, and as I did I remembered my first girl, Abby, almost two years ago, I felt my pussy becoming wet and my body started tingling all over.

I was just a girl back then, only 12 years old, and I am not afraid to admit that I was terrified. But Abby hadn't, she had walked into the clearing smiling, almost jumping with joy.

Despite my fear I had sat next to the tree, watching as Merle and Jessica first fucked her and then snuffed her. They had been afraid I would be too young to understand, and maybe I was.

It had been strange, and slightly uncomfortable, to see them all naked and having sex, and then gruesome to see her die like that, even though she had been smiling. In the end I had been so aroused that Merle had made love to me for the first time as Abby's body cooked next to me.

Once she was done we had all sat around the table and Jessica placed a small sliver of meat on my plate. It looked and smelled delicious, but the more I looked at it the more terrified I became of breaking what I had thought as a taboo until then.

In the end though, I couldn't stop myself. Her meat had been delicious, tender and juicy, almost melting over my mouth. But even than falls short of what I experienced that day. It wasn't just eating her meat, it was an experience unlike no other.

It is something that to this day I can't properly express, and maybe I never will.

Since then I had only seen one more girl die, and now I would get to watch two.

"And you?" I asked a moment later.

"Me?" Jessica asked me before she took a deep breath.

"I... don't know. It's up to Merle. Both when and how... I don't get to chose." she said, but far from sounding sad or worried, she sounded excited.

After that we rested our heads together once more, and we just stayed there, watching the shadow of the tree moving slowly along the grass as the day moved along.

----

Sometime later, though, Jessica decided it was too cold for her and she headed into the house. I stayed behind, though.

The clearing felt different now that I was alone, and I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow.

Kaylee had been Jessica's friend since high school, and I remember she as a quiet and introverted girl. You rarely heard her talk and she was always hiding under a hoodie. Which was strange because Jessica was the complete opposite, but despite that the two of them were always together.

I didn't know her as good as Jessica did, of course, and I never asked her why she moved with us, but one day she just did.

She wasn't the first girl to do it, of course, others had before her. And as I thought about them, I looked at the stones that marked them.

Kaylee, though, changed when she moved in with us.

Slowly, she started smiling and chatting along with us as we worked on the farm or did house chores. She was always willing to work, or just give a hand when needed. And not long after she arrived, we became friends, and we started spending time together, just walking along the forest or watching the fire quietly at night.

She had her own room, like we all did, but she rarely used it. She spent most nights with Jessica, mostly at first, and then with Merle, and I was a little envious.

He was my brother, and sometimes it still felt strange to have sex with him, just like my other fantasies did. But it also felt strange to know he was sleeping with someone else. It was hard enough when it was Jessica, but when another girl came to stay with us he usually spent more time with them.

I didn't want to share him, but it wasn't something I could decide upon.

I knew why he did it, too. Girls were always coming to the farm, for as long as I could remember anyways, and though I didn't really understand any of it when I was young, that changed as I got older.

Merle was a very charismatic man. He was handsome and confident, and every time he talked he made you feel special in a way. It was easy to relax in his presence, to just let go.

I guess they all liked that about him. And I did too, and not just because he was my brother.

Before Jessica and Merle told me the truth, I thought they were just his girlfriends and even then I felt jealous of them. He was my brother, not theirs, I shouldn't have to share him, I thought naively back then.

Some of them would come and go, others would stay for some time, working with us like Kaylee did, before they said their goodbyes and they left. But sometimes, a few of them, would just disappear one day, never to be seen again.

It felt strange back then, but whenever I asked him he told me they had gone during the night, without saying goodbye, and I believed him because he was my brother.

But as I got older it all got more suspicious, until Jessica and Merle, slowly, told me the truth. I now knew that if a girl came to the farm to stay with us, it was probably because she had a fantasy like Jessica's or Kaylee's, or even mine.

How they came to the farm was sometimes a mystery to me, though. Maybe they knew him from when he was in college, or maybe a friend of them had told them about him.

Either way, once they arrived and they met him you could see the relief in their faces, as if a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

Sometimes, as I laid awake at night, I listened to them having sex and I wondered what they were feeling. Maybe it was their last night alive and if it was I tried to place myself inside their heads.

But it wasn't the same, and I knew it. We all had a different reason, even Jessica thought differently than me.

Too me, whenever I was brave enough to be truthful with myself, it was about submission, about giving myself to him. I didn't want to be a mother, or a doctor, or anything at all. I wanted to be his, always had, though sometimes it felt strange to think about it.

Sometimes I wondered if that was love, but the idea was scarier than even my darkest fantasies.

Jessica was in it for the thrill, for the adrenaline, that much I knew.

But I never asked Kaylee why she did it.

Before we started the contest, she had told me she was excited about it. Just like Jessica, she liked the thrill of risking everything, but I also knew that she was afraid to loose, just like I was.

But despite her fear she had accepted to compete, we all had. We all submitted to the rules that Merle set up, knowing that one of us would lose and that we would become meat.

We submitted to him, all three of us.

It was what made it exciting and arousing, I guess, and though I had been terrified all the time, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it too.

Even then, as I sat under the tree and I remembered how he had chased me through the dark forest, how helpless I had felt and how afraid of what he might do to me when he caught me, I felt my body shivering in lust.

It wasn't something I ever talked with Merle or even with Jessica, though I didn't know why.

Maybe I was afraid of what they might say, or worse, that they might convince me to leave my fears behind.

----

That night I slept in Jessica's bed. We didn't have sex, though it wouldn't have been our first time, I just didn't want to be alone, and she didn't complain when I slipped under the covers and I hugged her from behind.

We were both naked, and I fell asleep pressed tightly against her back, feeling her warmth.

The next morning I woke before her. She was snoring softly, her head next to mine, and as I laid looking at her I marveled at how beautiful she really was.

I felt tired and nervous, though, but I didn't want to wake her up. Instead I slipped out of her bed as silently as I could and I left her room.

The house was completely silent, but I knew from experience that Merle was already up. He always woke up early on those days, and still naked I made my way into the kitchen where I found him, making breakfast for us.

"Hey Andy." he said as he smiled at me. "Did you sleep well?"

Shrugging I took a seat at the table, feeling a little self-conscious as I looked at him.

Merle was 40 years old. He was tall even for a man and muscular after a life working the farm. He was an imposing figure, and especially that day I felt vulnerable and afraid in his presence.

He didn't seem to notice though, and as he continued working I fidgeted in my chair, wanting to ask him something but too afraid to do it.

"What?" he said out of nowhere.

And as he did, I froze in place. He wasn't even looking at me, I told myself, there was no way he knew.

"Nothing." I managed to say, trying to sound calm.

"Come on, Andy... I know you. You want to ask me something..." he said a moment later as he staked a tower of hotcakes on a serving plate.

I wanted to lie to him, but as I looked at his back I knew I couldn't. Instead I licked my lips nervously and I looked outside the window as I thought about what I wanted to ask.

"Kaylee... she... why did she choose... too... why does she want to... get snuffed?" I finally managed to ask.

And once I did Merle stopped for a second before he turned around. Looking into my eyes, he smiled sadly while shaking his head.

"I am not the person you have to ask that, Andy. You know that." he said a moment later.

Unable to hold his gaze, I finally looked away, finding something interesting on the floor to concentrate on.

"Yes, but... why do you think she wants to?" I asked him in return.

Merle sighed softly and then he pulled the pan from the fire before he took a seat in front of me.

"I can only guess, Andy. But I won't. Instead I am going to ask you. Why do you want to?" he asked me.

Biting my lips nervously, I ran my hands over my thighs and I shook my head.

"I know you know why, so tell me, why?" he said a moment later.

This time I stood still, too afraid to move as my mind became a jumbled mess of emotions. I knew the answer, of course, but I had never said it out loud. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist his question.

"I... I like to submit... to you... and, well, my fantasy is... you know... to submit, fully..." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yes, you do. And for Kaylee is the same." he said a moment later, taking my hand.

I nodded slowly, as I tried to clear my throat.

"I am afraid... of it... my fantasy..." I managed to say.

"I know, and that is okay. You know I would never pressure you. Any of you." he said a moment later, his voice soft and full of compassion.

But in a way he did, though I would never say that to him.

Whenever I was with him I found it very hard to say no. He would never push me, that was true, but his presence was enough, and I always did what he wanted, I always submitted to him.

There was only one thing I wasn't willing to do, and when I thought about it I couldn't stop myself from adding a yet at the end. And that, more than anything, was what filled me with fear.

Before I could say anything else, though, Kaylee came into the kitchen, just as naked as I was.

She was smiling warmly and as her eyes found mine she opened her arms and she moved towards me.

Instinctively, I stood up and I hugged her, pressing my body against hers. The moment I did I pushed all my fears away, knowing that it was her day and that she had asked me to be there for her when the time came.

"Kay..." I whispered into her ears as I took in the smell of her hair.

"Great day today, and I am hungry!" she said enthusiastically.

A moment later she sat next to me and Merle place a serving plate filled with hotcakes and maple syrup in front of us. They looked delicious, but once more, I felt my stomach churning inside of me as I looked at them, and I decided I didn't want to eat yet.

Instead I got up and I made each of us a cup of tea. Kaylee's was chamomile, her favorite, and as I sat next to her the smell filled she kitchen and I couldn't help but to smile at her.

----

After breakfast I went to my room while Merle and Kaylee discussed the last details. I needed some time for myself and I also wanted to take a shower first.

I stayed in my room until they heard them leaving the house and only then I headed into the bathroom. Once there I took a long, hot shower, enjoying the sensation for as long as I could before I stepped out and I dried myself off.

Once I was ready, I slipped on my shoes and then left the house.

The air was a little cold outside, especially to be naked, but nothing compared to the night of the hunt, and when I got to the clearing, I felt she sun shining over me, filling me with warmth.

I was the last to arrive, apparently, as the moment I left the trees I saw Merle, tending a big, roaring fire. Next to him, laying on the floor, Jessica and Kaylee were making love, their moan loud enough that I could hear them from a distance.

Slowly, I made my way towards the fire and I stopped behind Merle.

"Feeling better?" he asked me a moment later.

And as he did, he turned around to look at me. He was naked, just as all of us, but he was wearing a black apron that read "THE GRILL MASTER" in big white letter.

Before I could answer, I heard Kaylee moaning loudly and I couldn't stop myself from looking as Jessica buried her face between Kaylee's legs. Despite my nervousness, I could feel myself getting aroused, and maybe even a little bit jealous.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said.

And I did. Today, the only thing that mattered was Kaylee, I told myself once more, and she seemed to be having fun.

Merle smiled tenderly at me and then he hugged me, pulling me against his body. I could feel his erection under the apron, poking me in my belly, but it felt nice to feel him.

It had been too long since we had slept together, and I missed him. Maybe I could ask Jessica if I could spend the night in his bed, I thought to myself.

Then he broke the hug, took my chin in one hand, pulling my head up and he kissed me tenderly on my lips, leaving me out of breath.

"You are sleeping with me tonight..." he said, almost as if he could read my mind.

Unable to speak, I simply nodded before I looked away.

There was nothing for me to do. The table was set, the fire was already going and next to it, the spit was resting on its supports, all polished up and looking scarily sharp.

Merle had already greased it up too, which would mean less pain for Kaylee and an easier job for him.

As I looked at it I started trembling softly, knowing what it was meant for. For whom it was meant for, I corrected myself.

But a moment later I heard Kaylee groaning in frustration as Jessica pulled away from her and I managed to look away from the spit. They were both sitting on the grass, Kaylee's face flushed with arousal and Jessica's dripping with Kaylee's juices.

Merle stood in front of them, and giving each of them a hand he pulled them up.

Jessica looked at me, nodding slowly, all while Merle took Kaylee's hand once more and he lead her to the table. Once there she stopped for a second before she bent over it, her hips resting on the edge.

Merle wasted no time, and a moment later he grabbed a thick roll of cotton rope and he tied her hands tightly together behind her back. Then he did the same over her elbows and finally he forced her legs apart before he tied them to the table.

Once he was done, I saw Kaylee pulling from her bonds, but she couldn't move at all.

Suddenly I realized that Merle was looking at me, and when I looked back I saw his eyes moving towards the spit and I knew what he wanted.

Moving quickly, I went towards the fire and I picked up the spit. It was surprisingly heavy and cold, and as I held it in my hands I started trembling once more.

Despite that, I returned to the table and I gave it to Merle, who picked it up with ease.

Without a word, he laid his hand on Kaylee's ass and he waited.

It took her a minute, but after taking a deep breath Kaylee nodded once, and Merle took a step back.

Jessica took his place before she kneeled behind Kaylee, and then she buried her face into her friends pussy, resuming her previous work.

Almost instantly, Kaylee started moaning loudly as she moved her hips against my sister's face.

Merle, meanwhile, took a step back and he held the spit in one hand, testing its balance. Apparently satisfied, he moved it over Jessica's head and he placed the tip over Kaylee's asshole.

Without having to be told I walked around the table, and I took Kaylee's face in my hand. Softly, I lifted her head and I pushed it back, bending her neck. It was an uncomfortable position, but it would give Merle a straight line to follow, all along her body and out her mouth.

As soon as I did, Merle started pushing, moving it slowly into Kaylee's vulnerable body.

Inch by inch, I saw the spit disappearing inside of her, until a foot had gone in and then Merle stopped for a second.

Kaylee, lost in her own pleasure, didn't seem to notice the intrusion into her bowels, or if she did, she didn't mind. But Jessica took that moment to redouble her efforts, wanting to give her friend one last orgasm.

And as Jessica sucked Kaylee's pussy, Merle simply waited for the right moment, and he didn't have to wait long.

Kaylee's body suddenly tensed up and I saw her gasping in shock as she pulled desperately from her bonds. A low, guttural moan escaped her throat as she finally came, and Merle wasted no time.

Leaning his whole weight into it, he pushed the spit forwards. It moved quickly, another foot disappearing in an instant as Kaylee started squirming in pain.

But the spit never stopped, and with every passing second it gained speed until suddenly Kaylee's moans became broken and she started gagging and retching. Her body started convulsing too, and I did my best to hold her head up despite her struggles.

A moment later she screamed once, a high pitched shriek, and then she fell silent as her eyes became unfocused.

Merle, concentrated on his task, ignored everything else and not long after I saw something moving inside Kaylee's throat. Then the tip of the spit came out and I looked at it for a second, amazed by the gruesome sight.

There was a bit of blood on it, but not much considering the terrible damage it must have done to her insides.

Then everything happened quickly and I became an spectator.

Jessica started untying Kaylee's legs as Merle pushed the spit once more, until a whole two feet were coming out of her mouth. Once her legs were free, he picked them up and he tied them to the spit.

Then Jessica grabbed the tip of the spit and Merle the back, and together they picked her up and they carried her towards the fire, placing the spit on its supports as I watched silently.

Once they released her, I looked into Kaylee's eyes. To my surprise, they were moving as she searched for something, and despite the spit that filled the throat, she was trying to swallow as drool dripped from her mouth.

Jessica, ignoring the fire, kneeled by her friend and she took Kaylee's face in her hands. Their eyes met for a second, and I could have sworn that Kaylee smiled despite the spit coming out of her mouth.

Jessica smiled, and then she kissed her friend's cheek one last time before she left her.

And just like that, Kaylee was roasting alive.

It was a gruesome sight, in a way, but also one that was exciting, and strangely enough, arousing. I couldn't look away as the idea of her beginning to cook filled my mind, though the pain must have been horrendous for her.

Mercifully, though, she passed out not long after, closing her eyes slowly almost as if she were falling asleep and then she was dead.

Merle took that moment to cover her body in a fragrant oil that smiled of rosemary and garlic, and then he seasoned her meat with salt and pepper.

After that I sat down by the fire, watching as she cooked, while Merle and Jessica went under the tree to have sex.

As I looked at them I felt envious of Jessica, but at least I knew I would be the one sleeping with Merle tonight.

Then I returned my attention to Kaylee's body. She was starting to sizzle, and though it would take hours for her be ready, I knew I wouldn't be going anywhere.

Fascinated by the sigh, I sat there for hours, just watching silently.

Merle would come from time to time, just to check on her or to tend the fire. He would also rotate the spit once in a while, so that she cooked evenly. At some point he gutted her with Jessica's help, pulling all her organs out, and then he cut her head off before he slipped it out of the spit.

And as he did, I watched transfixed, feeling as my body slowly burned from within.

At some point Jessica disappeared, only to return with a bottle of red wine and a big salad bowl.

Then she sat next to me, offering me the bottle but I shook my head. Neither of us said anything, and I was grateful for that, as I wasn't sure what to feel.

Instead I just watched, smelling the heavenly aromas coming of her body as she slowly roasted, until her body was a deep golden brown and her skin started to crack open, dripping her juices over the fire.

Once she was ready I finally got up, stretching my stiff legs before I went to the table. I sat next to Jessica, waiting patiently as Merle took a tray towards the fire and I watched as he started carving into her meat, working almost reverently.

Once he returned, he laid the tray in front of us. He had taken a pick out of every part, like he usually did. There was belly, ribs, shoulder, thigh, rump, and much more. Everything looked delicious and I felt my mouth watering at the sight, but I waited until Jessica picked first.

She took a couple of ribs and a slice of rump, and only after she had done so I picked up a thick slice of thigh.

It felt strange to know it was Kaylee's, but my stomach was rumbling too much for me to ignore the feast in front of my eyes. Besides, it would be disrespectful to let her sacrifice go to waste, I told myself.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, I cut a small slice out of it, and I took it to my mouth.

It was heavenly, unlike anything else I had ever eaten. The meat was flavorful and juicy, and so tender that it almost melted into my mouth. I simply couldn't stop, and before I knew my plate was empty and I was picking up more from the tray.

Jessica and Merle did the same, each concentrated on enjoying Kaylee's meat, and neither of us touched the salad.

Once it was over I fell full and bloated, unable to eat a single sliver of meat, but I was happy and satisfied in a way that was impossible to explain.

Neither of us had spoken since we sat down, but without knowing why, I picked up my glass, threw the water I had been drinking away and poured myself some wine before I lifted into the air.

"To Kaylee..." I said.

Merle and Jessica looked at me for a second before they repeated my words, and then we all drank.

We spent the rest of the afternoon working. Kaylee's body laid on the table as we dug a grave for her, right along the edge of the clearing. Once it was deep enough, Merle pulled the spit out and he laid her body gently onto the ground, placing her head next to it.

Neither of us said a word, but we stood silently for a minute before we started shoveling the dirt back into the hole, and once it was done, Merle picked up a big rock, twice as big as his head, and he placed it over her grave.

It was the sixth stone in the circle, and as he did, I looked at Jessica and I remembered that there would be a seventh soon.

----

Just as he had promised, I slept with Merle that night.

After we returned to the house he made love to me, slowly and tenderly, until I finally managed to cum.

And when I did I felt the tension of the past few days releasing almost instantly and I felt myself drowning in pleasure, my body flopping uselessly under his as he kept going, and then I felt him cumming too, pumping his seed deep into my belly.

As he did I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him as deep as I could, and when it was over I simply collapsed onto the bed.

Merle dropped himself next to me a moment later, warping big his arms around me and pulling me against his body. He pressed his now soft and sticky cock against my ass and then he fell asleep.

I didn't though, not at first.

I laid awake for a while, thinking about Kaylee's last moment, and how calm she had looked as she started cooking. I wondered what she had felt then, what it felt to finally become meat, and not for the first time I imagined myself in her place.

Soon I was trembling softly, but I wasn't cold.

"Jess..." I whispered a moment later as I thought about my sister.

Then, mercifully, I fell asleep.

----

The next few days passed by in a blur. There was a lot of work in the farm and I lost myself in it, working for as long as I could so that I would simply pass out at night. I didn't want to have to think about what would happen to Jessica.

But Jessica herself was anxious, almost desperate, and she kept asking Merle when he was going to do it.

Merle simply ignored her, knowing all too well that in doing so she was driving her crazy and enjoying every minute of it.

Days passed and it became colder as the winter slowly approached, but despite it I kept working in the pens.

There is always something to do in a farm. Machines break and need to be fixed and crops need to be tended, watered and picked when they are ready. There are house chores and roads to maintain before the rainy season, and many other jobs.

Back then the pigs were my responsibility, and I used to spend the whole day in the barn alone with them.

Pigs need to be fed and given water, their pens have to be cleaned constantly, which is a hard, stinky job, but a job I strangely liked, and their health need to be checked so that they don't become sick.

It was hard, back breaking work, but I liked their company. Pigs are kind, docile animals, unlike more than a few people I knew.

But the work was monotonous and it left my mind free to wander. Sometimes that was good, while other I would have preferred it didn't.

Those days I would have preferred not to think, as when my mind started to wander I would think of Jessica and I would get sad. But it wasn't the only thing I thought about.

Sometimes, as I looked at them, I imagined myself forced to live among them. It was a strange thought, one that was equal parts humiliating and arousing.

When I did, I imagined myself naked, crawling on all fours along their pens, eating from their buckets and being led along with a leash clipped to a big ring in my nose. On some days, I even imagined myself being mounted by one of the males, laying on the filthy, cold floor as he forced his cock into my pussy before he filled me with his cum.

Sometimes the idea felt repulsive, and others, it was incredible arousing and impossible to resist, and I would sneak behind the feed bags to masturbate until I came.

It wasn't easy, but I did my best not to think as the days kept passing.

----

That morning I woke up early. Outside it was still dark, and as I rolled off the bed I felt dizzy, and disoriented, as if my room were moving.

Suddenly I felt sick and my stomach cramped painfully inside of me. I ran towards the bathroom, barely making it in time before I started puking and then I stood there, emptying my stomach until only bile remained.

Trembling, I rested my head on the toilet and I waited, but once it seemed to be over I flushed the toilet and I dragged myself into the shower.

I felt slightly better after that, but after I got dressed I made my way into the kitchen were Jessica was making breakfast and the smell of the frying bacon alone was enough to send me running towards the toilet once more.

As I hung my head over the toilet and I puked whatever was left in my stomach and I could hear Jessica pacing nervously outside.

I didn't want her to worry about me, but once it was over I felt weak and dizzy. Jessica entered the bathroom and she cleaned my face and my hair, as I had managed to puke on it.

Jessica, obviously worried about me, told me to get back on the bed and offered to take care of the pigs for me.

I didn't want too, but I was too tired to argue, and as I made my way upstairs I tried to remember what I had eaten last night, sure that it had to be some spoiled food, but I had eaten the same as Merle and Jessica, and they were fine.

By the time I made it to my room I was exhausted, and I simply collapsed onto my bed before I passed out.

==Chapter 1, Opening Ceremony (Burning)==

Burning Woman, the largest event of its kind, with roots dating back before modern history. Every year close to one hundred thousand people from all over the world gather in the desert of the American West to participate in this one of a kind event. The event is freeform in nature, attendees contributing freely within a few basic principles. These principles are largely unchanged from their origins in the historical event, though they have of course been colored by modern sensibilities. Ideas like inclusion, self-expression, and sexual liberty have become much more ubiquitous across the world than they were in the days of old, but Burning Woman continues to take things to even further extremes. Two more core tenants of the event are participation and immediacy, attendees are highly encouraged to be a part of the event, and to do what they can to make this year's Burning Woman the best yet. Considering all these principles it is no surprise that usually fewer than 20% of the attendees live to return home through all nine days. The demographics of the attendees skews slightly more towards women than the global population, though the ratio of intentional death skews the other way, with almost a fifth of the dead being male.

The old world event took its name from the large wooden effigy that was burned on the last evening of the event. Today's event has modernized this idea, changing it's name alongside. At a large pyre in the center of the event volunteers are burned throughout the event. While the original burned a single effigy at the end of the event, the modern one always has a volunteer burning, though special attention is paid to the first and the last of a particular year. The volunteers are mostly women, but it would be counter to the nature of the event to discriminate, even when it introduces slight inaccuracies to the name.

This year's event is almost underway, just waiting for the ceremonial first burn to start. Attendees are crowded around the pyre, most giving it just enough berth to not get burned once it is set alight. The pyre is fashioned like a stage, just waiting for its performer to walk out upon it. It doesn't have to wait long, as soon a young woman emerges, walking with soft steps to the center of the pyre. The woman is seventeen year old pop idol "Amburr☆". She is wearing a thin skirt that starts low on her hips and drapes down to the tops of her bare feet. The setting sun backlights her and clearly outlines her long shapely legs. Other than the skirt the only thing she wears is a simple flower crown woven into her long auburn hair. Her hair is otherwise free, cascading down just past her shoulder blades. Her breasts are left bare, the modest mounds lightly freckled but otherwise free of tanlines or any other marks. Amburr☆ has the rare claim of having survived five previous Burning Women. It seems that she is determined to not survive another.

Just as the sun dips below the horizon four fireworks shoot into the air from the four corners of the square pyre, setting it alight as they scream into the sky and burst in an explosion of sound and color. Amburr☆ starts her final song, a brand new single written solely for this occasion. In line with the ideals of Burning Woman this song has not been recorded before the event and will not be professionally recorded or released after. This song is for the event, to try to do any more with it or to make anything more of it would ultimately cheapen it, though inevitably some bootleg copies of the live performance will pop up in the coming weeks, as filming is only discouraged, not prohibited.

As the minutes pass the flames slowly creep towards Amburr☆ from all sides, almost as if they were responding to her serenade begging them to draw closer, to engulf her completely. Almost as if on cue the flames reach her and begin to slowly lick at her feet. Her voice wavers for only a moment before regaining its smooth tone, though perhaps now a bit more salacious than it was. At Burning Woman it is trivial to find drugs that can dull pain, or even replace it with pleasure, but if Amburr☆'s past discography was any indication then she was a hardcore dyed in the wool masochist. The viewers had no doubt in their mind that Amburr☆ was feeling every lick of those flames au natural. Amburr☆ continued to sing, and the flames continued to rage. As the flames reached her hips she turned around and walked to a thick pole that stuck out of the pyre a couple meters behind her. As she walked her charred skirt crumbled away, leaving the teen pop idol wearing only her crown of flowers. She turned back to face the audience, raising her hands and sticking them through a loop of rope tied to the top of the pole. She let her weight pull on the loop and it tightened around her wrists, binding her arms above her head, pulling her already modest chest alluringly taut. She continued to sing, and the crew slowly turned down the speakers. Amburr☆'s voice soon disappeared beneath the roar of the flames, though whether the flames were drowning her out or had already silenced her permanently no one would ever know.

At this point most of the gathered crowd began to disperse, either to start realizing their own ideas or to assist or observe other's. Several minutes later the remaining gathered attendees watched as Amburr☆'s arms gave way and her body crumbled into a heap of ash. The crowd further dissolved, but some stayed to watch the second volunteer clamber up onto the pyre. With gritted teeth the thirty something year old woman waded through the fire before similarly binding her arms in the apparently fireproof rope. She briefly lost her composure, a howl of agonized pleasure briefly drawing the eyes of the dispersing crowd.

She did not last long, and less than twenty minutes later the third volunteer approached the pyre, a young girl of eleven. Over the next few hours the pyre would be allowed to burn down to a more manageable size, where it wouldn't go though wood and volunteers quite so quickly. In the meantime though, there must always be a woman burning at Burning Woman.

This is a short story very loosely inspired by a real sighting from my childhood.


The young beggar girl hopped along the pavement on her single bare foot. It was awkward and tiring, but she didn't really have a choice. She felt every single bystander's eyes on her, even with her head held down in shame. The young dark skinned girl's body was bare, she was wearing only a bronze anklet. Her right arm was amputated a bit below her shoulder, ending in a wrinkled short stump. Her left arm ended a few inches below her elbow with a similarly scarred round stump, she had her elbow slightly bent forward as she hopped. The leg she had lost, the left one, was amputated mid-thigh, the stitch marks from the amputation run across both the stump's tip and the inner side of her residual leg. Her left eye was missing leaving her with an empty eye socket, she couldn't close it since the eyelids were also removed. Who could blame anyone for staring at her? She could hear most of them whisper and some not even bothering to hide what a huge spectacle she was.

''Whoah, look at that gypsy girl!''

''Three stumps? What happened to her?''

''She's still good for a footjob though.''

''Is she also missing an eye? Damn.''

She expected those kinds of reactions, but actually hearing them out made her want to die out of humiliation on the spot. But she had to keep hopping around town to get at her usual begging spot.

Post prompts and your gore/scat filled adventures, doesn't have to always be serious or horny, we can all have fun.

Note: The original version of this story had some errors, so I reuploaded it.

At first, it was imperceptible, looking like nothing but a few unusual cases of septicemia. It crept across the globe, and by the time doctors even realised it existed, it had infected 98% of the population.

The remaining 2% lucky enough to be immune were evacuated to Taiwan. The new cradle of humanity, they called it. Even as the dying begged for aid, the remaining authorities said they were devoting all resources to the immunitas, for the sake of mankind's survival.

Fuck mankind, Izz had thought.

It works like this: you can't know you're infected without being tested--and there's nobody left to do that now. You can be spreading it for years without noticing. Then one day your number comes up; your blood turns to poison and your organs liquefy. Then you die in a pool of your own filth. The oldest anyone had made it, as far as Izz knew, was 35.

Medical research stalled. Virology took forever to learn; everyone who tried died before making themselves useful. People were still trying. Izz thought they were stupid.

From her living room window, Izz could see an altercation unfolding. Some kid from down the street lay on the asphalt at the mercy of his older brother. She watched with slight interest as the bigger sibling choked his brother to death.

It wasn't uncommon for older siblings to kill the younger ones. Staying alive was hard enough as it was, without having to worry about all those little shits. It wasn't a good idea to get too attached to anyone, anyway. Everyone's about to die, always.

She did love her little sis Monica though, in the same way one might love a prized pet.

Besides, the girl was a chick magnet.

Izz picked up girls nightly, without fail. Usually, she'd watch someone glance down at Monica, and then up at her, looking for whoever owned the fuckable 8-year-old. Luckily, Izz was cute too. Her sister was the bait, and then Izz would reel them in.

Izz kept Monica clean: plucked her eyebrows, scrubbed her cunt, cut her hair and slathered her head to toe in strawberry scented moisturiser. She made Monica work out too, her little ass had to stay perky, and her stomach taut. She looked delectable.

She was usually naked--at Izz's insistence--and always by her sister's side.

Izz never killed her dates without asking first. Unless they were men. She wasn't into guys, not that it much mattered what you were into, in a world that had largely forgotten the meaning of consent. Izz had a reputation, though. The last guy who'd tried something ended up choking on his own balls.

At this point, Izz lived for the sex and the killing. Especially the parties. Even with the world in the state it was, most people minded their own business and didn't cause any trouble in public. The parties were different.

Everyone attending understood that nothing was off limits. Nobody cared if you died, got raped, or both. It was up to you to defend yourself, if you could be bothered. Plenty of people went there to die for fun, while others relished in taking lives. Izz was a little different, she sought human connection. She slaughtered her lovers, sure; all her relationships had ended that way. But she liked that look in their eyes, that grateful gaze that said 'thank you for letting me end it with you.'

She'd share her sister with them too. Izz smiled fondly at this, remembering her sister eating her last girlfriend's ass. That night had ended with Izz licking her deceased lover's still-warm blood from Monica's cunt. It was a fucking beautiful mess.

Tonight was going to be another good night. Some of her friends had converted an old warehouse into a bar after finding a bunch of liquor stashed away there. They'd even appropriated the old overseer's office as a private room; Izz was invited, of course.

Sister in tow, she arrived at the warehouse around 10pm. She glanced around briefly, admiring the sea of half-naked revellers. There were plush leather daybeds dotted about the room, most of them occupied with writhing lovers. She watched covetously as a twenty-something redhead plunged a razor-sharp blade into the cunt of a tween with the same auburn hair, the kid's screaming rising above the din . Sitting beside the dying girl was, presumably, her little brother. He looked about ten. His little cock was throbbing, and Izz could see apprehension and excitement in his expression. She marked his face. If he were still alive later she might do something about that.

By the time Izz managed to drag her eyes away from the redheaded family, Monica had vanished into the crowd.

Stupid little shit.

Izz shrugged and pushed her way through the crowd, up the industrial staircase and into the converted office.

Everyone else was already here. Jess, Sophie, Alice, Farah and Erica.

Jess was absentmindedly slicing her thighs with her favourite pocket knife when Izz walked in

"Hey," Jess said, smiling sweetly.

Izz returned the greeting, feeling a rush of arousal as she admired her naked friend's tits, stomach and bloody thighs.

"Where's Monica, then?"

Izz sighed, "she fucked off somewhere."

"She's fucking dead then," Jess said, laughing.

Usually if someone saw a child was spoken for, they'd respect that--at least early in the night. An unaccompanied kid at a party like this, though, was just asking for it.

"Oh well. She's a slippery little fucker. If they can catch her they can have her," Izz said, taking a seat on the couch next to Erica.

"Hey beautiful," Erica said, putting her arm around Izz.

Erica was a trans girl, and as hot as any of her friends. She was girl enough for Izz, that was for sure. Izz grabbed her girl-cock, which had been standing at attention since she arrived. She stroked it gently as they spoke.

"Your tits are looking great."

Erica beamed. "Thanks! Marc found a huge stash of hormone drugs at the pharmacy near his parent's old place. I have enough to last me a lifetime."

Sophie, Alice and Farah had not paid Izz any mind. Sophie looked catatonic, sitting in the armchair opposite her. Izz saw that she had pissed herself at some point earlier in the evening. Alice and Farah were busy fucking on a nearby bed. Farah was a middle-eastern beauty, with her smooth dark skin and hair the colour of treacle. Her breasts were an immaculately perky b cup. She was celebrating her 17th birthday with Alice, who was buried between her thighs. Alice was a little butch, but only in comparison to the rest of the girls Izz hung out with. Alice had a feminine face: big blue eyes with long lashes, and full lips. She kept her jet black hair in a short pixie cut. Unlike her relatively hairless lover, Alice let her armpit hair grow freely, and she had a substantial but well-kept tuft of black public hair. She was somewhere around 25--old by today's standards. This was no detriment to her body, though, with her weighty C cup tits and a big, firm ass that Izz couldn't help but appreciate.

"I think Sophie's gonna go tonight." Jess said, breaking Izz's reverie.

Izz looked across at the petite girl, unconscious in the armchair. "Yeah, she's probably fucked her brain with whatever she's on."

Jess nodded, "she'll wake up, I think. But she'll have lost some IQ points."

Indeed, she had just woken up.

"H-hey Izz," she said, eyelids half-open. "God, I'm so fucking wet."

"No," Izz laughed, "you just pissed yourself."

"Oh," Sophie said, as she considered this for a moment.

"Did I fuck up?" she asked.

"Uh-huh," Izz replied.

"Fuck," said Sophie, drool spilling from her lips, "I can't remember where I fucking live."

"It's okay," said Izz, whispering, "I'm gonna do you right now, you don't have to worry."

"Y-yeah, Oh. Okay," Sophie said, stuttering. She didn't know if she wanted it, but her now useless brain didn't offer her any good alternatives.

Izz kneeled down in front of Sophie. She could smell her cunt, and the stale piss that had soaked into the upholstery.

"Hey, Jess, pass me your knife."

Jess threw her unfolded blade to Izz, who reflexively caught it by the handle.

"Ha ha, funny," Izz said dryly.

With her left hand, Izz shoved two fingers into Sophie's cunt and pressed uncomfortably hard against her friend's g-spot. This made Sophie arch her back, presenting her soft stomach to Izz, pale flesh flushed with arousal and fear.

With her right hand, Izz gripped the blade tightly.

Sophie moaned from the pleasure of Izz's fingers intrusively probing her cunt. Then, she screamed as Izz forced the knife into her belly just above the pubic bone, and yanked violently upwards. Sophie vomited all over her tits and on Izz's face. She moaned again quietly, this time in defeat. Izz smiled gently.

"Good girl," Izz said.

She put the knife aside, and worked her right hand into Sophie's belly. Izz found the exterior of her dying friend's cunt and squeezed it tightly.

Sophie made a noise somewhere between ecstasy and agony.

"Don't wanna die," she said, almost silently.

"It's okay," Izz said, now stroking Sophie's sex from inside her ruined belly.

"N-no, not..." Sophie whined.

"Shhh." Izz removed her left hand from Sophie's cunt, and stroked her cheek. "It's just taking a little nap. You know when you cum and then drift off? Just like that."

This had the intended effect. Sophie calmed down and let the inevitable happen.

Within minutes she was dead. Izz scanned dead friend's body. Her little tits were covered in puke and sweat, and below her chest were a mess of intestines spilling from her ruined belly. Finally, Izz admired Sophie's still moist cunt. She leaned in and licked her friend's sex, savouring the last taste she'd ever have.

Izz closed her eyes, felt the music, and shivered in anticipation of the night to come.

While I work on a prequel to a previous story of mine (The Farm) I decided to write a short story that you might like.

Let me know what you think!

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"Yeah, that's it baby, suck my cunt." I said as I moaned loudly.

Below me, kneeling in the foot well between my open legs, my daughter was doing the best she could as she tried to pleasure me, but I wasn't making it easy for her.

I liked to see her struggle, and as I watched her little tongue pushing forwards, trying to reach my sex once more I simply squeezed my legs, crushing her head in between them until she cried in pain.

"Sorry baby, I didn't realize what I was doing." I lied as I pulled my legs open.

Trembling, she returned to my cunt, and she started licking it once more.

Her little tongue felt wonderfully good, and as I laid back into my seat I closed my eyes and I grabbed her head, guiding her slowly.

Lost in the sensation, I started rocking my hips, pushing my dripping wet cunt against her little face as she kept sucking eagerly, desperate to please me.

After all, she knew well the consequences of disobeying me by then.

Then, using my free hand I started fondling my breasts as I remembered our little play time before leaving the house.

"Mmmmm.... yeah, just like that, baby... that's just how mommy likes it..." I moaned loudly.

By then I was close to an orgasm, but I suddenly stopped her, wanting to save it for later. Grabbing her hair, I pushed her back as I finally opened my eyes and looked around.

There were a few people walking along the sidewalk, but I knew they couldn't see in. The van had tinted windows, and from the outside they were perfectly black.

Pushing my seat a little further back, I looked at Heather's face, all red and puffy, and covered in my juices.

"You look so cute." I told her as she looked up at me in fear.

"Now, let's go over it again, shall we?" I asked her.

Heather nodded eagerly and I saw her face twisting in concentration as she tried to remember the plan, but when a minute passed and she hadn't said a word I lost my patience.

Annoyed, I slapped her face without warning and I caught her by surprise. Her head shot to the side, slamming against the door and bouncing again loudly.

"God... you are stupid... even for a 9 years old girl..." I said, my voice filled with scorn.

"Listen to me once more, and listen good." I said as I raised my hand.

Heather moved back, hitting her head against the steering wheel in her desperation to get away from me.

She was sobbing softly by then, something that I found incredibly arousing, and as she clutched her cheek I saw it turning a deep red color.

I wanted nothing more than to throw her in the back and fuck her, but I told myself that there would be plenty of time for that later.

Instead I took a deep breath and I shook my head.

"You are going into the park, and you are going to find a girl who is playing alone. Okay?" I said slowly.

Then I waited in silence until she nodded slowly.

"Good, then you are going to tell her..." I said, motioning for her to continue.

"I... I will tell her I lost my mommy and then ask her if she can help me find her... find you..." she said a moment later, her voice filled with fear.

"That is right." I said, sounding satisfied. "And then?"

This time her answer came quickly and she looked at me, she wiped her face clean with the back of her hand.

"And then I will lead her here." she said sounding more confident. "And you will come out and thank her for helping me."

I smiled warmly as I felt my body tingling in anticipation.

"Right again, baby." I said. "And then?"

Heather looked at me and then at the floor, her face turning a bright shade of red.

"Then I am going to tell her to... to climb in the back with me, so I can show her..." she managed before she stopped for a second.

"Your dolls..." I said anxiously.

"Yes... my dolls... my Frozen dolls, and once she is in the back you..." she continued before she stopped once more.

But this time I simply smiled and I raised my hand in front of her.

"Then I will take care of her, okay?" I said feeling satisfied. "You will remembered what you have to do this time?"

Heather nodded slowly this time, but she kept quiet as she looked at my feet, probably still afraid I would hit her again.

She looked so cute when she was scared that I could hardly contain myself.

Taking her face in both hands, I pulled her up before I kissed her fiercely, my tongue pushing its way into her mouth as I tasted my own juices in her lips.

With my body burning for release, it was hard to let her go, but I managed to do it as I groaned in frustration.

Now that she was standing, I looked at her, trying to find anything out of place.

She was wearing her orange summer dress, which was still spotless, her red hair was a little ruffled but not too much and though her face was red and puffy, people would simply think she had been crying because she was lost.

Feeling satisfied, I grabbed her shoulders and I kissed her again, this time tenderly on her lips.

"Remembered that mommy loves you a lot, right baby?" I said making my voice sound as sweet as I could.

Heather nodded eagerly, her little face filling with fear as she looked into my eyes.

Once I released her, I pulled my dress down, covering myself just in case, and I pulled the door open.

"Go, and don't come back empty handed, okay?" I sad as Emily climbed over my legs to get out.

Once she was on the ground, she turned and looked at me, her eyes filling with tears once more.

"I won't mommy, I promise..." she said as her voice trembled.

Nodding, I took her hand and I squeezed it softly before smiling warmly.

"Oh, and make sure she is blond, okay?" I said a moment later.

Emily nodded once more, and then she turned around and crossed the street running. She didn't look towards both sides before doing so, I noticed, probably in her rush to obey, but I would have to punish her later for that.

After closing the door, I watched her go, heading towards the park as I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

As I did, I closed my eyes and I smiled, trying to imagine what she might bring back.

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I had resigned myself to having to wait a while, but to my surprise, 5 minutes later I saw Heather returning, walking hand in hand with a girl a full head taller than her.

The girl was wearing jeans, which I did not like as they would only get in the way, a white shirt and she had her long, blond hair tied into two ponytails, one at either side of her head.

As they walked closer I could see the girl saying something to Heather, who was still crying. She was probably trying to comfort her, telling her everything would be fine, I thought.

"So cute..." I said as I looked at myself in the mirror.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself and when they were just a little closer I opened up the door and I jumped out of the van.

"Heather! Ohhh, god! Where were you!" I said as I rushed towards her.

After crossing the street I swept her up into my arms and I hugged her against my chest, all while smiling in relief.

"Thank god you are okay, baby!" I said a moment later, my voice filled with concern.

A moment later, still holding Heather in my arms, I turned towards the girl who was smiling with pride.

"Thank you for helping my daughter!" I said to her as I smiled warmly. "What's your name, sweetie?"

The girl looked at me for a second, her face turning a deep shade of red as she blushed and then she looked away.

"I'm Brittany, miss... it's no problem, I am glad I could help her..." she said shyly.

"Nonsense, thank you, again... I don't know what I would do if something happened to her." I said.

Then I kissed Heather on her cheek and I lowered her to the ground before looking at Brittany.

"And where is your mom, Brittany?" I asked a moment later. "Is she at the park? Did you tell her you were helping Heather?"

"She is, yes..." she said a moment later, and then she looked back worriedly. "I didn't tell her anything though, you daughter was crying and I..."

Unable to contain myself, I kneeled in front of her and I took her hands in mine.

"Oh, don't worry, I am sure she hasn't even noticed you are gone." I said as I smiled.

Heather took that as her cue, and when I got up she grabbed Brittany's hands and she started pulling her towards the van.

"Come, I want to show you my dolls before you go..." she said as she dragged the older girl behind her.

Brittany followed my daughter to the back of the van, but as she did she started looking around. Then her face suddenly lit with worry as she realized there was no one around

But if she suspected anything, she lost her chance, because a moment later Heather pulled the back door open and she climbed inside, pulling Brittany along with her.

Once she was inside I followed her in, and then I closed the door.

Brittany suddenly turned around and looked at me, her face filling with panic as she looked at the empty, dark interior, but it was too late.

"Grab her." I said.

And stupidly, Brittany turned around.

Heather was cowering behind the driver's seat, and she wouldn't have been of any help even if she hadn't, but it didn't matter.

Before Brittany could react, I lurched forwards and I wrapped my arm around her neck, placing my elbow just over her throat, and then I simply pulled her up from the ground.

As soon as her feet left the floor, she started choking and the van filled with dry gurgling noises that sent shivers down my back. She stood still for a moment, and then her hands grabbed my arms in a futile attempt to pull it off.

But Brittany wasn't giving up, and in her panic she started kicking her legs into the air as she squirmed desperately.

She was heavy for her size, and for a moment she almost slipped out of my grip. Before she could, though, I simply pulled a little tighter around her neck, and soon she lost all her strength.

A moment later her body went limp, but I continued to choke her until I counted to 5 and then I laid her on the floor.

Breathing hard, I stopped for a moment, marveling at how she looked. Her face, now a deep purple, was bloated in covered in tears. It looked beautiful, but suddenly I feared I had gone too far.

Slightly worried, I checked her pulse but it was there, and a moment later I saw her chest moving slowly as she breathed.

Feeling better, I looked at Heather, hoping she would help me, but I knew it was useless.

Instead I did all the work myself, undressing her as fast as I could until only her underwear remained. It was a plain white cotton set, with a small unicorn stamped on the panties.

Licking my lips, I stopped for another moment just to look at her, and then I grabbed a roll of duct tape and I tied her hands behind her back, and her ankles together, using plenty of tape.

Then I ripped a small piece, and I taped her mouth shut, pressing the tape against her lips so that the glue would hold well.

Once it was done, I stopped to admire my work.

It was hard not to rape her right then and there, but the street was hardly a safe place for what I had in mind.

Instead I got up and I looked at Heather, wondering if maybe I should tie her up too, but I decided against it. She wouldn't dare to do anything stupid, I told myself.

Satisfied, squeezed myself into the driver's seat, pulled it forwards, and then I drove away.

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The plan was to get away as fast as we could, just in case someone had seen us, but as I looked around, the street was still deserted and I felt safe enough to drive more carefully.

Feeling safe, I slowly took us into the highway, as I tried to concentrate on the road.

It wasn't easy, though, as I could see Brittany lying on the cold, steel floor of the van in the rear view mirror.

She looked good enough to eat all tied up like that, but once more I had to tell myself that it wasn't the place to do it.

Instead I looked ahead, turned on the radio, and I drove towards our destination.

But not long after, she started moving. She did it slowly at first, as she was probably disoriented and weak after passing out for so long, but as I looked at her in the mirror I started to worry.

Soon she was mumbling something behind the tape. I tried to ignore her, but somehow she managed to peel the tape off and suddenly I started to become worried.

"Please... don't hurt me..." she said a moment later, her voice low and raspy.

I didn't answer, as there was no point, but I knew I had a problem.

"Please..." she said once more, this time louder.

Gripping the wheel tighter, I looked back at her just as she managed to raise her head and look towards me.

"Heeeeeelpppppp! Pleeeaseeeeee! SOMEONE HELP ME!" she suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.

Caught by surprise, I swerved the van, crossing into the next lane before I managed to regain control. The cars all around me started honking and I heard a few cursing me, but I paid them no attention.

"Fuck!" I said, as I looked around the van.

I knew I had to shut her up, and quickly, before someone heard her or worse, she manage to get free. But there was no place to stop the van. We were driving in the middle of the highway, with cars at either side.

By the time I could manage to cross to the side and stop, she might have released herself.

Instead I looked behind me, and I suddenly got an idea.

"Heather!" I screamed harshly.

Not a second later Heather got up, grabbing my seat as she looked at me, her face white with panic.

"Baby, I want you to kick her in the head, okay?" I said as Brittany kept screaming.

Heather looked at me in horror for a second before she shook her head.

"No, mommy, please, I don't wanna..." she said as she started sobbing.

"You will, baby. You will kick her face as if it were a football, okay?" I said once more, trying to sound calm.

But Heather was panicking, and she once more shook her head.

Losing my patience, I took one hand of the wheel and I grabbed her by the her hair, pulling hard from it.

"Listen to mommy, baby. You are going to kick her head hard, or tonight I will take you into the truck stop again, okay?" I said, my voice filled with anger.

Suddenly Heather looked into my eyes, even more terrified than before.

"Thats right, I am going to take you so that those nasty men can have their way with you. You remembered the last time, don't you baby?" I said sweetly.

Heather nodded her head and I finally released her.

She looked terrified, but despite it, she moved towards Brittany, who by then was trying to roll away towards the back while she kept on screaming.

Heather looked at me for a second, and then she turned towards Brittany.

"I am sorry..." I heard her say, just before she kicked her head, hard.

From the front seat I couldn't see it, but I could heard her foot crashing into Brittany's head, instantly silencing her, and then her head bouncing off the back door.

A shiver of excitement ran down my body as I waited, trying to hear any sound, but the van was once more silent.

"Good girl..." I said as Heather returned to her place behind my seat.

Soon she was sobbing, but it didn't matter.

Just up ahead was our first exit, and as I changed lanes, I smiled warmly in anticipation.

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The rest of the trip was thankfully uneventful, and the next hour we kept going from the highway to smaller and smaller roads, until we left the pavement behind and we lost ourselves into a little service road that twisted along a forest.

The road was destroyed, though, and soon the van was scraping the ground as the potholes became craters. Despite that, we managed to get to the end of the road without serious problems, and once there I stopped for a second, looking around.

There was no one around, though, so I turned the van around, and I parked under a pine tree before I climbed off.

The sun was shining brightly and as I looked around I thought about how beautiful the day was.

We were deep in the forest, in a place where no one would bother us, and surrounded by tall, spindly trees. They had seen better days, of course, as it was bone dry, but with the drought anywhere you went was like that.

Despite how isolated that place was, I still looked around, making sure we were alone before I felt safe.

Only then I opened the back door of the van and I climbed inside.

Brittany was moaning softly on the floor, and even from a distance, I could see a huge bump on the side of her head, with the thread of my daughter's sneaker printed on it.

"Ohhh, you poor girl!" I said to myself as I closed the door.

Suddenly the van plunged into darkness, with the only light coming from the front windows, giving it a cold, cavernous feel that I liked.

Smiling in satisfaction, I started undressing, pulling my dress over my head before I kicked my shoes off.

I wasn't wearing any underwear, but I did have a butt plug inside of my asshole, and as I watched Brittany squirming in the floor, I pulled my legs apart and I started playing with it.

Soon I was moaning in lust as I butt fucked myself with the plug, and my body, still on edge from Heather's work, was suddenly burning for release.

Stopping wasn't easy, but I did, knowing that cumming now would be a waste.

"Brittany..." I said a moment later as I kneeled next to the girl.

A moment later she looked at me, obviously terrified as she licked her lips nervously.

"How old are you, Brittany?" I asked her.

The girl looked at me blankly, probably still disoriented by the kick, I thought. Any other day I would have been a little more patient, but I had lost all I had for the day when she started screaming.

Without warning, I slapped her face hard, leaving my hand printed on her face as I heard Heather sobbing behind me.

"How old are you, Brittany?" I asked her once more.

"I'm... 12..." she said a second later as tears ran down her pretty face. Apparently she had learned her lesson.

"Good..." I said as I touched her belly.

She tried to pull away, but a second later I looked at her and she froze in place.

"Are you afraid?" I asked a moment later as my fingers danced over her belly and around her navel.

"Yes...." she said, as she sobbed pathetically.

And as she did I felt a shiver running down my back as my cunt started dripping with excitement.

"Don't be. I just want to play a game." I said trying to sound calm. "Do you like games?"

Brittany looked at me, filled with terror, but she nodded slowly.

"Of course you do. Everybody loves games." I said a moment later, smiling warmly.

My hand, meanwhile, traveled slowly downwards, towards her legs, until my fingers were resting between her legs.

"This game, though, might be new to you." I said.

A moment later I pushed my hand between her closed legs, and despite her efforts to keep me out, I found her cunt and I started rubbing it.

"Or maybe not, who knows nowadays, right?" I said as I smiled mischievously.

Brittany looked at me quietly as she trembled under my touch, and the sight of her nubile body was driving me crazy.

Using my free hand I started fondling my breasts as I burned with lust.

"Now, this game might be a little scary, I know, but if you behave, I promise I will let you go once I am done." I said sweetly. "All safe and sound, and you can go back to your mommy."

Not knowing what awaited her, Brittany nodded fearfully, and I couldn't help but to smile at her.

"Good, now let's get you a little bit more comfortable." I said as I went towards the front and I grabbed a pair of scissors.

Once I returned I grabbed her panties and I tried to cut them off, but Brittany started panicking and she tried to get away from me.

"Shhhhh... shhhh... remember what I told you, you have to behave..." I said as I looked into her eyes. "I don't want to have to hurt you, again..."

Despite her terror, Brittany nodded once and then she closed her eyes.

This time, I managed to cut her panties away and then her bra, ripping the fabric off and leaving her body on display.

Once it was done I stopped and looked at her naked body for the first time. Her breasts were small, even for her age, but she had a pair of lovely pink nipples that made my mouth water. She was slim, with a small ass and a small puff of blond hair between her legs.

"You are very beautiful, Brittany." I said a moment later. "Isn't she, Heather?"

"Yes, mommy." Heather answered dutifully.

Looking behind me, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

"Baby, take off your dress. We are all naked here, you look silly." I said as I looked at her.

Heather obeyed me instantly, too terrified by then to disobey me, and soon she was just as naked as me.

Satisfied, I returned my attention to Brittany.

"Roll over, sweetie." I said.

And this time she obeyed, rolling over as best as she could despite her bonds.

Now that she was laying face down, I could see her ass better. There wasn't much of it, but I liked it anyway, and I wanted nothing more than to slap it.

Instead, thought, I grabbed her hips and I pulled up, telling her to fold her knees under her.

As she did, she exposed her sweet little cunt to me.

It looked delicious, and as I watched it, I couldn't stop myself.

Moving forwards, I buried my face between her legs and I started licking her cunt, savoring the taste of her teenage juices.

"Noooo, what are you doing?" Brittany moaned a second later, trying to get away. "It's dirty down there!"

But despite her protests, I simply ignored her.

Her cut felt glorious, and drunk on lust, I started running my hands all over her ass and her back, caressing her almost tenderly.

Brittany, though, was soon squirming under my assault, probably confused at what I was doing. Despite that, her body was responding and soon I could feel her becoming wet.

"Do you like this, sweetie?" I asked a moment later.

Brittany shook her head as she groaned softly, but I got the feeling that she was lying.

Regardless, I returned to her cunt and I continued exploring her sex with my tongue, moving it along her slit and around her tiny clit, until she was trembling once more, and this time not in fear.

Feeling bolder, I pushed a finger against her cunt, pressing it in until it disappeared inside of her.

It felt tight, and as I savored the feeling I pushed it deeper and deeper, until something stopped me.

"Please... stop..." Brittany moaned a moment later. "I gotta pee..."

Burning with arousal, I ignored once more her and instead I pushed a little harder, until I felt her hymen popping around my finger.

Brittany grunted more in discomfort than in pain, and then my finger came out with a little blood. It felt anticlimactic and frankly disappointing I thought, but I pushed the idea away as I resumed my work.

Now free to move inside of her, I pushed a second finger inside of her cunt and I started pumping them in and out as Brittany moaned once more.

"I gotta pee... please..." she pleaded, her voice full of anguish.

But she didn't and I knew it, so I continued licking her cunt as I fucked her with my fingers.

Despite her protests, I soon felt her moving her hips in circles as she pushed them back against my face, unconsciously seeking my tongue.

And then suddenly her whole body tensed and she gasped in shock as her body started trembling.

I pulled back, leaving my fingers inside of her as she started flopping weakly on the floor, all while she moaned softly. And as she did I marveled at the sight of her very first orgasm.

A few seconds later it was over, though, and Brittany collapsed on the floor with her legs wide open, as she breathed heavily, giving me and obscene view of her now dripping wet cunt.

"You little slut! You came!" I said excited.

But when Brittany managed to open her eyes, she only looked at me in confusion.

"Do you know what cumming is, sweetie?" I asked her a moment later.

The girl simply shook her head as I watched in disbelief.

"Poor girl, your mother should have talked to you about this..." I said as I shrugged. "Your mother never talked to you about sex? About cocks and cunts?"

But this time Brittany's face turned an even deeper red before she looked away.

"Ahhhh, so you do know about sex... what did you mommy tell you about it?" I asked her as I sat on the floor next to her while I played softly with my pussy.

Brittany, still looking away, took a deep breath before she managed to speak.

"She... she said that when... a man and a woman loved each other, they... they make love... like... the man puts his penis inside the woman's vagina and he puts his... seed inside of... you... and a baby... well, that's later..." she said slowly.

"Really? And did she tell you how it feels?" I asked her a moment later.

"She said the first time it would... hurt..." Brittany said a moment later.

Smiling warmly at the idea of how little she knew, I started rocking my hips around, pushing the butt plug deeper into my ass as I explored my cunt with my fingers.

"Brittany, did it hurt? What I did to you? Or... did it feel really good?" I asked her.

This time Brittany took her time, fidgeting with her bonds before she curled up into a ball.

"It felt good..." she finally said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Good... that is called cumming, sweetie. That feeling that you had? I am glad you enjoyed me eating your cunt, too." I said.

Suddenly, Brittany rolled her head over and she looked at me.

"My... cunt?" she asked.

"This..." I said as I pointed at my own cunt. "This is not a vagina, or a pussy, this is a cunt, sweetie."

Brittany looked at mine for a moment, her face filled with wonder. I was dripping wet by then, and with my hands I pulled my lips apart to show it to her.

"Brittany... sweetie... I have a favor to ask you." I said as sweetly as I could. "It's my turn... to cum, and I want you to help me. Will you? Will you make me feel as good as I made you feel?"

Brittany looked at me, suddenly fearful, but slowly she nodded and I couldn't help myself.

Crawling over to her, I flipped her body until she was facing up and I took her face in my hands before I gave her a soft, quick kiss.

The moment I pulled back, she looked at me in confusion and then she started licking her lips

"That's you, sweetie. Your juices. I am covered in them" I said as I pointed at my face.

Brittany didn't look to pleased with the taste of her own cunt, but it wouldn't matter too much, I told myself.

"Have you kissed ever a boy, Brittany? I asked her a moment later.

Despite everything, her face turned red once more as she started blushing, and then she shook her head.

"Ohhh, you poor girl. Here, let me show you." I said as I moved over her.

Taking her face in my hands once more, I started kissing her slowly and tenderly before I started nibbling at her lips.

She resisted at first, but soon I felt her relax and she pulled her mouth slightly open, just enough that I managed to push my tongue inside of her and soon I was kissing her passionately.

She had no idea what to do, but it didn't matter. I took control and I lost myself in the sensation of her lips and her tongue, swirling around it with my own as I felt her warm body pressed under mine.

A moment later I pulled back, though, despite how good it felt, and I looked at her.

Brittany was panting, her breathing short and fast, and she was looking at me in confusion.

She looked so cute that I wanted to kiss her again, but instead I sat, resting my ass over her hips as I started touching her breasts.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

Brittany hesitated only a for second this time until she managed to nod slowly.

"Good. Now, about my turn. I want to cum, sweetie. I want to cum so bad... will you help me?" I asked her.

Again, she nodded almost instantly.

"Ohhh, you are such a good girl. Will you suck my cunt, like I sucked yours?" I asked as I fondled her breasts gently.

This time she hesitated for a second as she looked at me, but in the end she nodded slowly.

"I knew you were a good girl, Brittany." I said as I stood up.

Then I moved forwards, stopping above her head before I turned around, and I placed my feet at either side of her head.

I could see her looking into my cunt, fearfully, but she remained quiet as I crouched over her face, leaving my cunt just inched above her face.

Brittany stood still as her body suddenly tensed and I could feel her warm breath over my cunt, making my body tingle.

"I want you lick me, sweetie, like I did to you..." I said a moment later.

As I did, I lowered myself just a little more, until my cunt was just above her mouth, and the I waited.

The anticipation was killing me, but I waited as much as I could. And just when I was about to lose my patience, I felt her little tongue moving between my lips.

It was just a second, maybe even less, before she pulled back and I heard her grunting, probably because of the taste.

But that brief moment had left me trembling, and wanting more.

"That's it sweetie, that felt really good." I moaned as I started playing with my own breasts.

A moment later I felt her tongue returning, and I started moaning loudly as the van filled with the wet sounds of her tongue lapping at my cunt.

Lost in my own pleasure, I lowered myself just a little more, forcing her tongue deeper as I clamped her head with my legs.

"Suck me sweetie, deeper, that's it... it feels so good..." I moaned encouragingly as I felt my body burning for release.

Soon I was rocking my hips over her face, guiding her tongue slowly towards my clit.

And when she found it, I felt her lips wrapping around it as she started sucking from it. My legs became weak and wobbly and I couldn't stop myself, suddenly I was screaming in ecstasy as I lost all the control I had.

Before I knew what I was doing, I sat on her face and I started pulling and pinching my nipples in desperation.

But Brittany, now trapped under me, suddenly started struggling as she tried to escape from under me.

"Keep sucking, sweetie, just another few seconds... please!" I pleaded, and to my surprise I soon felt her tongue moving desperately inside of me.

The sensation was suddenly too much for me, and out of nowhere a jolt of electricity ran down my body from my head to my toes, leaving me trembling and weak. As it did, every muscle in my body tensed and suddenly I was gasping for air as I finally came.

And as I did, Brittany's tongue never stopped moving inside of me.

I could feel my cunt flooding with juices as the girl did her best to swallow them all. If she hadn't, she might have drowned in them, an idea was incredibly arousing.

Far from being over, I felt wave after wave of pleasure washing over my mind, until I felt I was drowning in it.

Brittany must have been desperate to escape, but even then she continued sucking me, pushing me further and further along until I felt my body would explode from within.

And then, slowly, that burning sensation started to fade away, and my body became limp.

Suddenly I fell back, my ass landing on the cold metal floor of the van as I tried to catch my breath.

My body, still incredibly sensitive from my orgasm, tingled all over in an incredibly delicious sensation that made me giggle madly.

For a moment my mind became a blank void, and nothing seemed to matter, nothing but that delicious tingling sensation.

And then I remembered, and after I managed to open my eyes I saw Brittany's head, still trapped between my feet.

Her face and her hair were wet with my juices, and her eyes were wide open as she looked blankly at the ceiling. She was breathing, thoguh, I told myself as I watched her chest moving slowly up and down.

"Wow..." was all I managed to say as the last of my orgasm faded away, leaving me exhausted.

Too tired to move, I simply laid back, enjoying the cool sensation from the floor as I rested my legs at either side of Brittany's body.

I stayed like that for a while, just laying on the floor as my hand moved lazily over my body.

But despite how good it had felt, I wanted more, and soon I was burning in lust once more.

When I felt strong enough, I sat down, crossing my legs and pulling myself towards Brittany's, who was still laying on the floor, her face filled with shock.

Then I grabbed her head and I pulled it up onto my lap, and I started caressing her wet hair and her face, her neck and her breasts, until she came back and her eyes focused on mine.

"That felt very good, sweetie, thank you..." I said softly.

And Brittany, her face covered in my juices, blushed softly, her face turning a pale red color that made her look even cuter than before.

"Can I go now?" she managed to say a moment later.

Her question kind of ruined my mood, but I didn't say anything at first, instead I continued brushing her hair as I breathed deeply.

"No sweetie, not yet. The game is not over yet..." I said softly.

To my surprise, Brittany nodded slowly, thought of course she had no idea what awaited her.

Smiling once more, I pushed myself up, and after giving myself a moment to regain my strength, I went towards the front of the van.

From the glove box I pulled my favorite toys, a double ended dildo and a harness. The dildo was made out of smooth, black silicone, and the harness had a ring on it. You first slipped the dildo in you and then the harness, which kept it firmly in place.

I looked at it for a second before I turned around and I looked at Brittany.

She was still laying on the floor, just like before, though she was looking at me with a mixture of exhaustion and fear that I found incredibly arousing.

Without taking my eyes from her, I slipped the short end of the dildo into my cunt and then I clamped it tight as I slipped the harness on with practiced ease.

Once it was on, I adjusted it until it was tight around my hips and then I was ready.

By then Brittany was looking fearfully at me once again, which did wonders to my lust.

Moving slowly, I walked towards her and I stopped over her hips, just enjoying the view.

"This is a dildo... like a penis." I said as I ran my fingers over the smooth plastic. "Sorry, I should have said cock."

Brittany nodded slowly, probably realizing what it meant, but luckily she stayed still.

Then I kneeled on the floor and I pulled her legs up and over my shoulders before I spat on my hand. A moment later I rubbed my saliva all over the dildo, taking a mental note to bring some lube the next time.

And then I remembered Heather, who had spent all this time curled into a ball behind the driver's seat.

"Baby, grab Brittany for me, I don't want her to move too much." I said as I looked at my daughter.

Heather hesitated for a brief second before she did as she was told, kneeling in front of the suddenly frightened girl and pushing her back against the floor.

"What are you going to do?" Brittany asked, her voice full of fear.

"I am going to make you a woman, sweetie." I said innocently. "Relax, I will be gentle."

I could feel her confusion as she started trembling slowly, but it wouldn't matter.

A moment later I grabbed the dildo and I moved it over to her cunt, rubbing it around her lips to get it wet before I started pushing.

The moment I did, Brittany tried to escape but it was just a reflex. Just as I had said, I moved slowly and carefully, giving her cunt time to expand as the dildo moved deeper and deeper into her.

It might have been a little too big for a girl her size, especially because it was her first time, but if it was, if there was pain, Brittany kept quiet, gritting her teeth in pain but remaining quiet until finally the whole thing disappeared inside of her.

Once it did, I stopped and looked at her, marveling at the sight.

"How does it feel, Brittany?" I asked her a moment later.

The girl had her eyes closed, and despite her obvious discomfort she managed to answer.

"It hurts... a little..." she said as she grunted softly.

"It's okay, it will soon feel good." I said as I started pulling back, ever so slowly.

I wanted to start fucking her, but for some reason I didn't, instead I took my time, almost trembling in anticipation as I let her body grew accustomed to the sensation.

Once the dildo was almost out, I pushed myself forwards again, and this time it was easier.

As her cunt relaxed, I was able to start moving faster, and soon I was pumping in and out of her tight cunt with ease, savoring the sensation the double ended dildo was giving me.

Beneath me, Brittany's face was twisted in concentration, but she didn't seem to be in pain.

It didn't matter, though, not then, I simply wanted to enjoy her body and I did, moving faster and faster until I was finally fucking her.

Heather, thought, seemed uncomfortable with her task, and soon she had looked away as a few tears streamed down her face.

Despite that, I continued fucking Brittany, until suddenly I felt her body starting to relax. Her hips started moving on their own and then she started moaning.

They were soft at first, but they grew louder and louder as I continued, until I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"You like this, Brittany?" I asked her as I kept fucking her.

Unable to speak, she simply nodded as her whole body started rocking under my thrusts.

"Yeah, it feels good, doesn't it?" I said a moment later, and once again she nodded.

And I was enjoying myself too, but I had other plans, and I was sure she wouldn't enjoy those.

Before he could realize what I was doing, I pulled out and I flipped her over, folding her knees under her chest as I had done before, and then I looked at Heather.

"Hold her down, baby. Remembered what I said about tonight..." I said menacingly.

Brittany, meanwhile, was looking back at me as her face filled with fear.

 

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice filled with panic.

This time I ignored her, though, and instead I rubbed the dildo over her cunt, making it wet once more before I pushed it into her cunt. The new position, though, made it considerably tighter, and I had to push my way into her hole.

Once I managed to force my way into her, I started fucking her like before, but this time she was moaning in pain and discomfort.

And as I fucked her, I lost myself in the sensation the other end of the dildo, buried deep into my own cunt, was giving me.

As time went on, I picked up my pace, fucking her faster and faster, until her moans of pain turned into agonizing screams and Heather's face filled with terror as she held the older girl down.

Both things were maddening to me, and soon I had to pace myself before I lost control and came.

But despite how much I was enjoying myself, I had other plans, and without warning I pulled out of her cunt.

As I did, Brittany gasped loudly and then she stood still, trembling softly as I looked between my legs. The dildo, looking huge next to her small ass, was covered in blood.

This time there was plenty off it, and as I watched it dripping onto the floor I felt myself going crazy with lust.

A moment later, unable to resists, I started fucking her once more, savagely pounding her against the van's floor as I buried the dildo deep into her torn cunt.

"Yeah... you like that, sweetie?" I said as I continued fucking her, lost in my own pleasure.

And as I did, I couldn't stop looking at her asshole, a tight, pink ring that looked so inviting that I couldn't stop myself.

By then Brittany was screaming in agony, her voice filling the van and making my blood boil.

"It hurts..." she moaned a second later.

You have no idea about pain, sweetie I said to myself as I spat on her asshole.

The sensation of my saliva landing on her asshole must have caught her by surprise, as a second later she tensed her body, thought by then it was too late.

Before she could react I pulled out of her cunt, I lined the tip of the dildo with her asshole and then I started pushing.

If her cunt had been tight, her asshole was even better, and soon I was grunting in effort as I tried to push my way into her.

"Noooooooo... pleaseeeeeee... it hurts! STOP PLEEAAASEEEEE!" she started screaming, but Heather did her job, holding her down as I continued.

And as I kept pushing, tip of the dildo moved suddenly past her sphincter, the then the rest of the dildo lurched forwards until my hips were resting in her ass.

"Aaaarghhhhhh!" she screamed as I tore up her asshole.

Like before, I stopped for a second, marveling at the sight while Brittany squirmed in agony under me, her every movement sending shivers of pleasure along my body.

Soon I started fucking her, oblivious to the agonizing sensation that she must had been feeling, and instead I concentrated on myself.

I was close to another orgasm, and I could have cummed at any point, but instead I paced myself, wanting to stretch that moment as much as I could.

It was then that I remembered my anal plug and an idea came into my mind.

Stopping for just a second, I pulled it out of my asshole and then I pulled the dildo out of her asshole. The dildo came out covered in shit and blood, a sight that was strangely arousing to me, and I wasted no time before I pushed the plug into her asshole.

It slid in nicely and once it was in I simply pushed the dildo into her cunt, regardless of the mess it was.

With her ass full, her cunt felt tighter than ever and soon I felt myself approaching that point where I wouldn't be able to stop, even if I wanted.

And this time I simply kept going, as my body became feverish and my breathing hard and fast.

I managed to look down at her one more time, at the blood covered dildo coming out of her cunt and the plug filling her asshole, and suddenly it all became too much and I screamed into the air.

The world around me disappeared in an instant as I felt my body tensing painfully, until I felt like I would rip myself apart. I couldn't breathe, but it didn't seem to matter as my body burned from within and every inch of my body tingled with electricity.

I tried to resist, fearing I would go mad, but in the end it proved too much, and before I could stop, I felt myself falling, and I was gone.

----

When I woke up I could hear someone crying next to me.

I was exhausted, and even opening my eyes was a tremendous effort, but when I did and I saw the van around me I started to remember.

A minute later I managed to roll over and I saw Brittany, laying on the floor, a pool of blood coming from her cunt and her still plugged asshole as she cried softly.

Heather had returned to her place behind the driver's seat. She was looking at Brittany, her face blank, so I decided to ignore her for the moment.

Instead I concentrated on my own body.

Everything hurt, but I managed to get up on all four, and then I pulled myself up by grabbing the walls. Once I was standing, I released the straps around my hips and I carefully pulled the dildo out of my cunt.

The front was still a disgusting mess, so I simply dropped it to the floor as I breathed deeply.

I stood like that for a while, just amazed at what I had felt, and as I did I watched Brittany. Knowing what awaited her made my body tingle, and once I felt strong enough, I moved towards the back and I opened both doors.

The fresh air and the light felt wonderful, and after putting on my shoes, I jumped off and I went towards the front.

There was a coil of rope under my seat, and with it I went towards the closest tree, and I threw one end up, over a thick branch. It took me a few times, but soon enough I managed to pass it through, and now I had a noose hanging in front of me.

Licking my lips in anticipation, I grabbed it and I returned to the van.

Once inside, I moved slowly towards Brittany's body, until I was crouching next to her.

She had her eyes closed, and by then she was only sobbing as her body trembled softly.

"Shhhhh... it's over sweetie..." I said. "I am going to take you to your mommy now."

The poor girl managed to turned her head around and then she looked at me.

"Really?" she said as her voice filled with hope.

And I thought I hadn't planned it, I just couldn't help myself. When she did I looked into her eyes and I pulled the noose from behind my back.

"No, I lied." I said.

Before she could react, I grabbed her hair and I pulled her head up, slipping the noose under her head before I released her. Working quickly, I moved the noose to her left side, placing it just under her ear and then I pulled it tight.

Wasting no time, I jumped off the van and I went towards the tree.

Grabbing the other end of the rope, I started pulling and a moment later I was dragging Brittany along the floor of the van before I lifted her into the air.

As she hung, she started kicking wildly, her legs desperately searching for the ground, but she was too high for that.

Not wanting to miss the show, I tied the rope to the tree and I sat on the edge of the van, looking at her abused body as it swung under the rope.

"Heather, come here baby..." I said a moment later.

My daughter, despite her obvious panic, appeared a second later.

She looked at Brittany for a second, her face turning even paler than before, and then she looked at me.

"Suck my cunt, baby. Make me cum." I said as I pulled my legs open.

And as I did, Heather jumped off the van without hesitation. Then she kneeled between my legs and she started sucking my cunt enthusiastically as I ran my fingers along her hair.

Brittany, meanwhile, kept kicking, and it was only then that something occurred to me.

"Ohhh, you poor thing... you are too light and the rope to thick... it will take forever for you to die..." I said as I pulled Heather's face deeper into my cunt.

And then, when I heard the dry gurgling noises coming from her as she tried desperately to breathe, I realized I was right.

Brittany spent the next few minutes slowly strangling under the rope, pulling desperately from the tape holding her hands as she kicked wildly, maybe hoping to pull herself up if she managed to get free.

But the tape held, and soon she started to get tired, and as she slowly agonized, I watched her with glee.

Soon her face had turned a deep purple color and her tongue stuck out of her open mouth grotesquely. Her eyes, wild with panic locked onto mine, probably pleading for mercy, but they found none.

Meanwhile, I kept watching her dance under the rope as my body burned with arousal, all while Heather's tongue sucked my cunt with practiced ease.

And then, after a few more minutes, Brittany's movements started to become slower and less coordinated, her feet and her hands became the same purple color as her face, and then she stopped struggling.

As her body dangled under the rope, she gave one final spasms and then she was finally dead.

I watched her for a whole minute, marveled at the sight, and then I closed my eyes, and I pulled Heathers face hard against my cunt as she sucked me frantically.

Slowly, I relaxed and I concentrated on Heather's tongue as she lapped my clit, and after that it didn't take me long to cum.

For the third time that day, I felt my body tensing as I came. Bright, colored lights danced in front of my eyes as I felt my body tingling slowly, and before I realized what I was doing, I heard Heather gulping as she swallowed desperately.

I was peeing, I realized, but it didn't really matter, and as I opened my eyes I saw my daughter drinking my piss with practiced ease as I slowly filled her mouth.

And then, once it was over, I took a deep breath and I opened my legs.

Heather moved back, but she stood kneeling in front of me as she caught her breath.

She was a mess, with her panicked face covered in my juices and piss dripping down her chest, but even then she looked beautiful, and I couldn't help but to smile at her.

"That was very nice, Baby. Thank you." I said as I patted her head.

And as I did I looked up, at Brittany's dead body and a shiver ran down my back.

There was only one thing left to do, and as I looked at it, I got up and I grabbed my dress.

"You can dress again, baby. And wait for me inside, okay?" I said a I looked at Heather.

Desperate to please me, she jumped into the van and after dressing she sat on the passenger seat.

Then I returned my attention to Brittany. Moving slowly, I walked up to the tree and I undid the knot holding her up before I released the rope.

She fell down hard, like a ragdoll, making an awful, bone crunching sound as she hit the ground that made me shiver.

Then I returned to the van, and I grabbed a red plastic jug, filled with fuel and I stopped next to her body.

It was a shame, really, that I had to kill her. We could have had so much more fun, but I knew it was too much of a risk to keep her around.

Still, as I looked at her I wondered what else we could have done, and after kneeling by her side, I brushed a lock of hair from her beautiful face.

Suddenly I felt sad about having killed her, and for a moment I hesitated, looking at the plastic jug in my hand before I shook my head and smiled.

Brittany was dead, sure, but there would be others.

With that in mind, I got up and I emptied a third of the fuel over her dead body before I sprayed the rest on the trees around her.

Then I threw the jug away, and I grabbed a box of matches. It only took one for the fire to explode into a big fireball. Caught by surprise, it almost singed my eyebrows away but I managed to fall back just in time.

A second later I was backpedaling as her body was engulfed in flames and a second later the trees around her were roaring in flames.

Suddenly afraid, I jumped up and I ran into the van, slamming the door closed as I turned on the engine. The second it roared into life I floored it and I drove away as fast as I could.

The fire slowly disappeared in the distance, thought I could see think billowing clouds of smoke raising into the air, and it was minutes later that I managed to calm down a little.

Then I looked at Heather. She was looking at me, fear plainly visible in her face.

"You did good, baby." I said as I patted her head. "I guess we don't need to go to the truck stop tonight after all..."

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There were many things I hated in life, and going to the saloon was one of them. But I was woman enough to admit I was vain, and I sucked at doing my own hair, so it was a torture I endured usually once a week.

This time was especial though, as I had always wondered what I would look with blond hair, and I had decided it was time I finally found out.

As I waited, I kept my earphones on, trying to avoid the woman sitting next to me. She had started talking about her husband and her kids the moment I sat down and I had no patience for that.

It had worked, as the moment I put them on she looked away angrily before she grabbed a random fashion magazine from a pile, cursing softly.

As I smiled in satisfaction, I finally noticed the TV, where a video of a huge forest fire was playing.

Pulling my earphones, I leaned forwards, trying to hear the report.

"... Officials said this afternoon that the Kensington fire is finally contained, after almost a full week out of control. Furthermore, with the weather finally turning and a cold front entering the area, they expect to be able to put it out soon."

"There were luckily no casualties, though three homes were lost and another was damaged when the southern flank approached Kensington before it was contained with the use of a firebreak and three fire brigades who worked tiredly."

"As for the origin, officials have remained silent, but it's likely that it was started by accident due to the remoteness of the area where it began and the dry conditions present that day."

After that they changed the subject and I sat back, my mind remembering Brittany.

"It's horrible..." the woman next to me said a moment later.

"What?" I said, suddenly on edge.

"The fire, all that forest burned to the ground..." she added a moment later. "It's horrible, but at least nobody died, right?"

And as she said the last part I couldn't help but to smile.

"Right. Yeah, at least nobody died." I said as I smiled sweetly.

Afrodita flicked the strands of long, red hair from in front of her eyes as she strutted forward. The clicking of stiletto heels against the hard ground of the corridor hid the slight crack and squeak of the soft pink strips of leather which formed the majority of her uniform. Those sounds only became clear as her footfalls became muffled from striding onto the plush carpet which covered the floor of her master's study.

The green-eyed woman with her softly sunkissed skin felt her heart pounding louder and faster with every step. She almost thought that the other retainers who stood silently in the room could hear her anticipation. Anticipation which showed in how her thighs glistened with anticipation, with how her steps were deliberately slowed so that twitches born of nerves and excitement would not show. Thigh-high boots rubbing together, along with the contrasting black fishnets which peeked out from above them. Straps leading to the corset which pulled her waist in.

Pink leather straps hid the steel bones of the corset which pulled her waist in by almost half a dozen inches, the woman's already curvy form made all the more impressive with that fishnet-panelled enhancements. The soft pink bra-like top portion of it which covered her breasts had hot pink accessorising notes upon it, notes which were matched by the elastic binding the sleeves which stretched only from her biceps down to her wrists, the elements which matched on her thick collar which was almost a posture collar were hidden by those long strands of red hair which tumbled past Afrodita's collarbone to the bottom of her bust. The luxurious shimmer of her hair showing how well cared for Afrodita was.

Afrodita was a slave, but one that was cared for. Her master, Yosef, had a special place for Afrodita. She was his current favourite, and as such her looks were preserved while she was given plenty of tools to aid in her training. Training which the woman had been called to show off. Strutting forward with a seductive sway of her hips, Afrodita's heart froze for a moment as she gazed at the muscular form of her master. The man was easily almost half a metre taller than her, the diminutive woman's frame dominated by the broad shoulders and barrel chest of that muscular man. Proportionally sound, the handsome man was tall, strong, and demanded perfection that matched his own from his slaves.

Afrodita was blessed to be able to serve this man, of that she knew. She also knew why her outfit formed a V-string of sorts, why the fabric which clung so tightly to her pussy parted around her anus. It was so she could do this show for her master easily. Afrodita knew that, although the dark eyes of her master were upon her, she would only receive true acknowledgement if she served properly. If she proved herself to be worthy. After all, her master was well within his rights to be demanding, and this only made Afrodita even more eager to serve. All the more eager to train so that she may receive his praise.

The woman had first thought about coming here with her belly bulging from some toy wedged between those straps of leather, she had thought about showing off how her belly became swollen with the toys she had been trained to take, but had been told to come empty. Empty, but ready to show off another skill of hers. To show off the waste which was born from consuming the gruel which had been specially formulated to increase the volume of her 'production' quite extensively. The target of this gift she would offer her master was a silver platter left upon the ground. A broad serving dish, silver with copper and gold inlaid upon it. A floral trim with scenes depicting ancient glories held within.

A deep blush had spread across Afrodita's face as she gazed upon the tray. Not allowing it to slow her steps, the woman couldn't help but still nearly swoon at the chance she was being given. Her waste was being given such a high honour, she was known as the best anal and best scat slave of her master and she was being allowed to shit upon such an opulent relic. The simple flattery born of having that tray resting upon the ground, waiting for her was enough to make Afrodita quiver in pleasure, nearly orgasming in delight before she even spread her legs and started to squat down.

Her master liked everything to be on display, so Afrodita squatted with legs spread wide. Making sure not to hide anything from her master as she moved down. One hand cupping her perky bust, breasts were squeezed each in turn in a manner which was but a poor imitation of Yosef's groping. She tried to recall the ways that Yosef enjoyed touching her body, fighting through the lust that a single touch from the man could induce in her to remember exactly how his fingers had moved. Replicating them as best she could, with flare which was her own, Afrodita hoped it would add to the show. These trappings were just that, trappings, and Afrodita knew that she would have to show off her anal control soon enough.

To create a perfect rope of shit was more difficult than most expected. Most people either shat simply by relaxing, in which case any moment of different consistency could cause the anus to close, or they forced their arse to yawn open and as such could grow tired or have other strange sensations fill them as they held their arse open. While most people could be trained beyond this, being able to force your arse to spread wide for minutes at a time was a level of natural skill and devotion beyond most women. Beyond most, but not Afrodita. So, with her body on display and her eyes looking up at her master upon his towering throne through her delicate lashes, Afrodita started to squeeze out her waste.

Hands behind her body, the angle to gripping her own arse had been modified in order for her arms to be held close to her spine as far down as they could. This put Afrodita's breasts out on display while also allowing the slave to spread her arse cheeks. Spreading the arse cheeks enough that those thick mounds of muscle and fat, perfectly cultivated by the diet she had been fed and her own exercises, to not impede the process of the waste which came from her.

"Ohhhhh, master. I love you. Thank you so much for allowing me to do this." The second part of being a scat slave at which Afrodita excelled was that of being able to hold in much more shit than most. She could force herself to compact over a week's worth of waste if required, and this lead to her feeling substantial pleasure as soon as the pressure was relieved. Pleasure which had long been associated with her master Yosef and so became even stronger. Moaning heavily, tongue hanging out in ahegao bliss for a few moments, Afrodita barely managed to restrain herself from rolling her own eyes back in ecstasy at being put on display for her master. She couldn't allow such self-indulgence at this moment. The woman had to concentrate, she had to hold her muscles at just the right tenseness. Not clenching them shut, but also not relaxing completely. A half-tense sensation of holding open as her shit drooled down behind her body.

That long snaking rope of scat slowly started to cover the scenes of gold and copper beneath. The silver of the serving plate was smothered with waste as the woman slowly moved her hips in a spiral. The spiral laid the steaming shit in a great coil upon the serving plate, careful to not overflow onto the carpet and yet covering most of the serving plate as well. Afrodita's aim was well trained, and the woman almost orgasmed from knowing she was doing a good job. The simple fact that she was performing for her master and letting out such a satisfying log of waste was almost enough to make the woman cum then and there. It was only her great self-control which prevented the woman from orgasming, and the disaster which would come from having the log terminate itself early. All the waste had to be squeezed out in one go.

The human body contained metres of intestine, and one could only guess at just how much of these intestines were filled by shit by how Afrodita squeezed out her waste. Already the rope was longer than she was tall, and it showed no sign of slowing down. The fragrant perfume of her waste filled Afrodita's nostrils. The heady scent of it was as different as the look of her waste. Partly born of her own perfection and partly born of Yosef's diet for her, the shit of Afrodita sparkled. The scat itself was not merely covered with glitter, as some people thought at first, but it was comprised of millions of glittering and glistening segments all held together. The rope of scat which squeezed out from Afrodita's well-formed arse as a symbol of opulene in how obscenely shiny it was. Catching the light and reflecting, the glittery shit smothered the silver beneath with its own shine. A strange look to match the strange perfume which Afrodita now huffed with every moaning breath. She hoped that the scent would pleasure Yosef. He was demanding about the perfume created by the excretions of his women, but it seemed as though Afrodita had nothing to worry about other than herself.

A gasp of pleasure came from Afrodita as she saw it, the bulge in Yosef's pants twitched. Her master was incredibly hung, and the form-fitting pants he preferred did nothing to hide his bulge even when his cock was completely soft. How could you hide a cock that was larger soft than most men's hard dicks? Well, that made it impossible to hide how his cock twitched at Afrodita's display and her scent as well. The pleasure of serving was too much for Afrodita, and she met the most difficult part of her display. She orgasmed.

Unable to hold it back, Afrodita could feel her pussy clenching, throbbing and she could feel herself being driven over the edge of release. Moaning loudly with juices gushing down her thighs, an additional pretty display for her master. All through the orgasm which felt like multiple of them stacked back to back, the woman had to keep tight control over her arse. She couldn't allow herself to close her anus from the pleasure, but relaxing too much would make her almost lose control over her bladder as well. Her own body was fighting against her, involuntary muscle clenches and desires conflicting with what Afrodita had to do as a slave. The woman's concentration won in the end, but it was a close battle.

Sweat beaded at Afrodita's forehead as she managed to make it through her orgasm without severing the log of shit coming out of her arse. Just a few pushes more and her shit would all be delivered. Her baby would be made, the baby of waste which formed a coiled piece of art upon that serving tray. Only a few moments more, and Afrodita would be able to say she had released multiple metres worth of waste for her master. She could feel that her intestines were mostly empty, it was simply the woman's colon and slightly more which still bulged with waste. She could feel it sliding down inside her, and concentration on that sensation was able to keep Afrodita from entering a panic as Yosef rose to his feet.

Questions in her mind about having failed to serve him properly, about having disgusted her master in some way or failed to perform as a proper slave were beaten down inside Afrodita's mind. As long as the woman focused so heavily on the sensation of the shit coming out, the doughy texture of it, the slight changes in density which meant her muscles had to relax or tighten and mapping it all out on her mind. Afrodita knew it was shining, the floor beneath her, around her ankles, was saturated with a thousand colours as the light of the room reflectived off the scat she made. That jeweled log shimmering and reflecting, drawing even more attention to itself. As long as Afrodita focused on the dancing colours she managed to supress thoughts about why her master had risen. Thoughts about why he was coming over to her. It was only when those answers could not be ignored any longer, only when the last of her glittery scat dropped onto the steaming pile of glimmering waste below, it was only at that moment that the woman's questions were all answered.

Yosef bent over from standing so tall above the squatting Afrodita, kissed her on the forehead. The soft touch of his lips on her forehead was matched by his hand wiping away the few beads of sweat which formed there. Afrodita couldn't handle it. She loved her master so much that she orgasmed once more. The burning, smouldering heat from deep inside her carnal canal overflowed once more and the woman cried out in bliss. A languid smile of ecstasy forming on her lips as she lost control of her body. All the shit had been delivered, and now Afrodita fell forward. From her squatting position onto her knees. Kneeling in front of the waste, the woman looked up at her master's bulge with that giddy smile remaining.

She wanted to look him in the eyes, but knew she wasn't worthy. So the woman's eyes rested upon her master's bulge, on that thick, immense thing which looked nearly hard. She felt her mouth water in delight at the thought of being allowed to pleasure that shaft. The surge of pleasure at looking at that hung cock was enough to make Afrodita orgasm yet again, the afterglow of the last peaking into a new orgasm, an orgasm which was forced to hold for many more seconds than usual by the words which came from her master. Every utterance of that deep, commanding voice had Afrodita's entire attention, even as she twitched in pleasure.

"You did well, slave. You did an excellent job and have proved why you are my favourite. No one will ever replace you, Afrodita. No woman could compare to the way you push out that waste, and the way you can train yourself to not only take every obscene dildo I give you, but also being able to hold them inside you just to push them out on command. I am glad that I chose you as a slave to train. You have proven a worthwhile investment." That simple paragraph, that short monologue, it was enough to keep Afrodita feeling a high of pleasure for days to come. She knew that even after that, even weeks or months from now, she would cling to this memory. Those words would be written down in the journal she was allowed to keep, and the words would be gazed at a thousand times over, burning their way into her mind. Afrodita had been praised by Yosef, she had been told how valuable she was to him, and that was enough to keep the woman's loyalty. After all, who wouldn't want to be useful for such an amazing man?

Afrodita nodded, tears of joy forming in her eyes. The pleasure had taken her voice away and the woman could only nod and smile happily at the words. She was a prized slave, a prized possession of this man. it felt good to be controlled, it felt good to dress for him, to eat what he gave her and to perform like this for him. All Afrodita craved in this world was to be allowed to continue to serve her master Yosef. He was the love of her life, and she would serve him for as long as she could. Afrodita was the property of Yosef, and she would do anything he asked of her. He owned her, body, mind and soul. Now and forever.

Kenneth gritted his teeth. Some country musicians started singing "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" for the hundredth time, next-door. Oh how wonderful it would've been to kick down their door and smash Alexander Wallace's stupid stereo to a million pieces, while his kids watched in utter horror. Kenneth just groaned and downed his third Budweiser, before crushing the can beneath his boot, and tossing it into the growing pile behind the couch.
He picked up the Colt 45 sitting between his legs and nibbled on the barrel. Christmas really was the worst; it was that day, five years ago, that he learned that the Devil always comes to collect.


Christmas in the Davis Family began as it always did. Kenneth sat on his couch. Alicia, his wife, slumped against his shoulder, yawned as he caressed her silvery hair. His eldest daughter, Sabrina, squealed as she tore open her gifts. She hugged him, her new camera and iPhone clutched in her right fist.
Sabrina, wearing red pajamas and a Santa hat, her blonde pigtails barely reaching her shoulders, was just two weeks shy of turning eighteen. She hummed Jingle Bells as she fidgeted with her new toys, and stuffed chocolates into her mouth. Kenneth kissed his wife, and looked back to see his daughter bending over with the camera pointed down the front of her shirt.
"I saw that," he growled.
"Saw what?" Sabrina smirked as she tried to cover her cleavage with pajamas cut entirely too low.
"You know." Kenneth chuckled as his daughter plopped down on the recliner and started playing with her phone.
In a few minutes, a high-resolution shot of her melons would be on Instagram, getting hundreds of likes every second. If they weren't attached to his daughter, and he was single, one of those likes would belong to Kenneth. He had Alicia, and her tits were a bit larger than Sabrina's. He cupped his wife's left breast, and she groaned while holding it tight against her tit.
Someone ran down the hall upstairs, hammering the floor with each step. "It's Christmas!" What sounded like a herd of elephants thundered down the stairs. Fay ran into the living room; the eight-year-old twirled in her pink nightdress before leaping into Kenneth's lap. "It's Christmas," she whispered into his ear as he brushed the curtain of brown hair from her eyes.
"Yes, it is." Alicia yawned as she rose.
Kenneth patted her back as she buried her head against his bulging stomach.
"Don't you want to see what Santa brought you?"
"Yes! Yes!" Fay lept from her father's lap and darted to the tree.
"Hold on, let's see which ones are for you."
"I can read, dad. I'm not a baby, you know."
Kenneth laughed. "I know, sweetie. I just–"
A minivan pulled into the driveway, stopping behind Alicia's SUV. Fay looked up. A man dressed as Santa Claus stepped out of the driver's seat, with four more dressed as elves emerging from the back. An MP5 poked out of his coat.
"Looks like Santa forgot–"
"Go to your room, now!" Kenneth shoved Fay towards Sabrina. "Take your sister upstairs. Hurry!"
"W-what's going–"
"There's no time to explain, you need to get–"
Bang! A crash emanated from the hall, as daylight poured across the floor. Footsteps followed. Santa and his elves stormed into the living room."Santa!" Fay ran towards the man, but Kenneth grabbed her arm. "I want to see Santa!" She tried to pull free.
"Ho ho ho!" Santa pulled his weapon. Fay stopped and withdrew behind her dad "Merry Christmas!" He laughed as three elves drew their own ML5s. The last one pulled out a camcorder.
"Why are you here?"
"What's going on?" Alicia was trembling as she pulled Fay into her arms."Yeah, what is going on Kenny-boi?"
"Kenneth?"
"I don't know what he's–"
"Oh! You don't know about the twenty grand you borrowed from our boss? Y'know, Randy McDonald? Are you also unaware that you haven't paid him in twelve years?"
"I-I…"
"Y-you mean, the Bowen Syndicate guy? That Randy McDonald?" Alicia glared at Kenneth. "You borrowed money from a crime boss?"
"I-I had no other choice. We were barely making it, and I couldn't find anyone else willing to loan to a high school dropout."
"You didn't have to open a fucking restaurant. My dad was more than willing to help you get a job at The Garage."
"Yeah, and get paid minimum wage to wash cars. I wasn't going to have my kids growing up in the slums like I did. It wasn't my fault you got knocked up at sixteen."
"Oh, so that wasn't your dick that put a baby in my womb?"
"I dunno, was it? Are you sure it wasn't Roel?"
"Wait, what?" Sabrina bit her lips. "Y-you're not my dad?"
"Forget it, sweetie. Daddy didn't mean–"
Santa grunted. "Our boss has been quite generous to let you skimp on the payment for this long. It seems you did well in the restaurant business, surely you could spare thirty-two grand for Old McDonald."
"I make enough to keep my family comfortable, I don't have that kind of money just laying around."
Santa shook his head. "The Boss is out of patience. Shafeful, really, seeing as you have such lovely girls here." He grabbed Sabrina's arm and kissed her hand.
"Don't you dare touch her!" Alicia stormed across the room and grabbed her daughter. "Baby, I'm so sorry he touched you."
"Please don't hurt my girls. They didn't do anything to you. I'll do anything, let you kill me, burn down the restaurant. Just don't hurt my family."
"Let's see what your girls can arrange." He gestured to his elves, and the one holding the camera stepped forward. "Start filming."
"On it, sir!"
"They can start helping by taking all of their clothes off."
"What?" Alicia shouted. Sabrina started pulling her sweatpants down. "No ma'am!" Alicia grabbed her arm with her down to her knees.
Santa pointed his gun at Sabrina's head. "I'd suggest letting her strip."
Alicia looked up at Kenneth.
"Honey, we have to do what they ask."
"You're asking me to let our daughter strip in front of these men? These, perverts?"
"Please mom, I don't wanna be killed. I'd rather strip than die."
"I'm sorry." Kenneth sobbed.
"Fine!" Alicia released her grip. Sabrina removed her pants and started on her shirt.
"But, leave the Santa hat. The Boss loves babes in costumes."
Sabrina nodded and dropped her shirt onto the floor. Her huge tits bounced as she removed her bra. Her panties were the last to go. She stood, naked as the day she was born. Kenneth's dick swelled, until a lump grew in his pants. Luckily, his wife wasn't looking.
"Your turn, momma bear."
"I will never forgive you for this, you fuck!" Alicia glared at her husband as she unbuttoned her shirt. She tossed it into the pile, then stepped out of her blue jeans. Moments later, she was as nude as her daughter; one arm over her tits, the other cupping her pussy. Santa and the elves whistled and jeered.
"Hey!" Santa pointed at Fay. "You're not getting outta this either, missy!"
Fay backed away.
"No! You can't be serious!" Alicia stepped in front of her little girl.
"As a heart attack!"
"She's only eight, you sick fucker! You can't think like that about an eight-year-old."
"Oh! Somebody should've told my Aunt Romona before she cornholed me every night for two years. Your princess will be lucky that there won't be an umbrella going in her ass."
"You're not going to rape my fucking daughter!"
"No, I'm not going to do that." Alicia's gaze bore a hole in the man. "I'm serious! Though, not that you'd have a say in it if I was going to; and, as much as I'd really love to. I'm not stupid enough to leave my junk for a rape kit to find out who I am. No, she's going to be raped by you."
"I will not rape my own daughter. Why would I do that? No fucking way you sicko!"
"You will. If she doesn't strip, and you don't lick her cunt while fingering her asshole, I'm going to fill her cute little tummy with bullets."
Fay looked at Alicia, then at Kenneth; her blue eyes watery. "Do I have to?"
"Do what the man said, sweetie."
She gazed over at Alicia again.
"I-I'm sorry!" She walked over to Fay, and lifted her nightdress over her head. Fay sobbed as she held up her arms for her mother. Her dress joined the growing pile of clothes by the Christmas tree. Her kitten panties were next, and all three ladies were bared for the gunmen to see.
"You don't have to rape my sister. I-I'll let you fuck me. I'll even suck your dick."
"Sabrina! No!" Alicia shouted as her daughter mimed sucking a cock.
Santa laughed. "Oh, if only I could. What I wouldn't give to plow that scrumptious teeny pussy." He grabbed Sabrina by the waist, kissing her while rubbing his finger against her slit. Kenneth gritted his teeth while his face grew hot. His member stiffened, threatening to tear a hole in his trousers. Sabrina closed her eyes and started moaning.
"Get off our daughter you sick fucker!" Alicia stormed across the room, and stopped as two elves raised their guns.
Santa kissed her for almost a minute. Sabrina's cunt juice dripped from his finger as he pulled away. "I can tell you're an eager slut. How about you suck your daddy's cock?"
"What!?" Kenneth and Sabrina shouted in unison.
"You can't be serious!"
"But, I am." Santa pointed the gun at Sabrina's face, and a finger at Kenneth. "You're going to take your cock out and go sit on the couch, and you," he poked her nose with the barrel, "are going to get on your knees and suck him off, and swallow your Papa's seed."
"Kenneth?" Alicia looked at him.
"What choice do we have?" He closed his eyes and unzipped his pants. His underwear expanded as his pants fell to his ankles. He sat on the couch and allowed his erection to spring out.
Santa doubled over in laughter. "He's actually getting turned on by this! Would you look at it, boys? Kenny-boi is getting hard by own naked daughter?"
"That's not…"
"If we get through this, we're getting divorced," Alicia spat at him.
Sabrina knelt between his legs.
"Sabrina, sweetie!"
"I'm fine, mom! Would you rather get shot?"
She leaned into his crotch. Her minty breath, mixed with the musk of his cock, wafted over his nose. "It smells … good." She licked the head, then took the head into her mouth. Her tongue danced, she moaned.
"You don't have to pretend to enjoy this."
"I know, dad. I'm not pretending."
"Sabrina!"
"I can't help it mom! And, dad, I won't hold it against you if you enjoy it. Just pretend I'm mom." She slid the length down her throat.
Kenneth patted Sabrina's head. "I love you."
A muffled, incoherent, gurgle, was all she could say with her mouth full of cock.
"And I want you fingering yourself."
Sabrina inserted two fingers into her pussy and squeezed her thighs as she finger-fucked herself.
"And you better start licking your little girl."
Alicia's contorted face looked at Fay. Fay was crying.
"Please don't let them hurt me, momma!"
"I won't, sweetie. I just need you to lay on your back and spread your legs."
"Okay." She wiped her eyes and did as her mother instructed. Fay laid with both legs opened as far as they'd go.
"I'm sorry!" Alicia leaned forward and started licking her pussy.
"Remember to finger her ass."
Alicia flipped off Santa, before inserting her index into Fay's asshole. Fay grunted and started crying, though her mother's finger inched its way in.
"Hey!" Santa gestured to his elf. "He has four kids. Two are missing. Go find them."
"On it!"
The elf left, and headed up the stairs.
A knot tightened in Kenneth's stomach as the man's footsteps thundered down the upstairs hallway.


Kris tapped on his sister's door, his left hand clutching a tree-shaped box behind his back. He stood there for a minute before hitting it with his fist, then withdrawing his hand and turning to leave.
"Come on in!"
Kris turned the knob, creeping the door open.
"Come on in, Kris." Irina sighed.
He slipped in and slammed the door behind him.
"Merry Chris … mas!"
His jaw hung loose. He expected her usual baggy t-shirt and yoga pants. Instead, Irina, barely thirteen, was wearing a slingshot bikini that barely covered her mounds, and only hid the slit between her puffy labia. If not for the wireframe glasses and bushy brown hair, he'd have thought it was a different girl completely, standing here amidst his sister's book shelves, action figures, and comic collection.
Irina laughed. "I think you're awfully happy to see me today."
Kris's underwear bulged as his cock expanded.
"I-um, I just–"
"It's okay. That's why you're in here, right? Hopefully, it actually comes out this time. You don't mind taking it out when you're looking at my Instagram photos." She winked and giggled.
"I won't chicken out this time."
"I hope not."
She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He kissed back.
"Oh, Merry Christmas, by the way!" He shoved the box into her arms. "It contains chocolate."
"Why thank you! You're the bestest brother ever!" She leaned for another kiss, then set it on her nightstand. "My gift is under the tree. I kinda wish I brought it up."
"It's fine. Besides, I'm already getting the best Christmas gift ever."
"Just don't chicken out. Are mom and dad still asleep?"
"They're downstairs. Sabrina just went to the bathroom, I made sure she didn't see me. I think Fay's still asleep."
"Good!" She kissed him again. He hugged her, she pulled him to the bed.
They moaned, tongues dancing around the other's mouth. His boner dug into her thigh. His hands gripped her ass cheeks.
She shoved him away. "Alright, enough kissing with our clothes on. Let's see some skin."
"O-okay!" Kris lifted his shirt. She helped him pull it off, and threw it at the door.
"Alright, now I wanna see some cock."
He fumbled with his underwear, then stopped. His face burned.
Irina sighed. "I knew it."
"I'm sorry; I'll do it, I swear."
He pulled at the flap.
"Maybe this'll help?" She pulled the straps of her slingshot, baring her breasts. Kris gasped as the two orange-sized buds bounced before his eyes. She slapped his hand away as he reached out. "You can't touch until your penis is out."
Kris pulled the flap, his muscles cringing up as his member jumped out.
"Oh my, it's … bigger than I expected." She caressed the tip.
His cheeks lit up. "T-thanks," he stuttered.
She giggled. "Just imagine how it'll be when you're a few years older." She smacked her lips. "Now, I believe you wanted to touch my boobies?"
"Uh, huh."
She grabbed his wrists and pulled him to her chest. He cupped them, feeling the firm fruits in his hands. They were incredible, and she wasn't exactly done growing yet, either. How marvelous would they be after another year or two? Maybe as big as Sabrina's?
He leaned forward, lips touching her soft nipples. Irina tilted his head back as his lips moved between each breast. Her breathing was rhythmic, his sister was moaning. She stroked his hair, he caressed her stomach.
Irina shoved Kris back, and laid atop him. Her lips met his. They kissed, he groped her hanging tits. Her lips moved down his body, kissing every inch, until she reached his crotch. He lifted his thighs as she pulled his underwear. She threw against the wall.
She started licking the shaft, then swallowed it. His legs stiffed, he groaned. His big sister slurped as her tongue and lips slid across his erection. Her head bounced between his legs. The room swirled around him, his crotch blazed. Jets erupted from his cock. Her cheeks swelled to capacity.
Footsteps thundered down the hall. Irina pulled up just as someone banged on the door. A man wearing an elf costume, carrying a gun, burst into the room while the rest of his load splashed Irina's face. She was screaming, hands over her breasts.
"Get your asses … just what the fuck are you two doing?" He stopped halfway across the room.
Irina gripped her brother. "What do you want? Who are you?"
"Me and my buddies are discussing some business with your parents and sisters. We need you to join us."
"Is this for real?"
He aimed the gun at Kris's head. "Do you want to find out?"
"Please, let this be a joke. Don't hurt my brother."
"This isn't a joke. I'd suggest doing what I tell you."
Irina got up. The slingshot fell to the floor, baring her hairless slit.
"Don't bother getting that. You'll just have to take it off downstairs. Now, are one of you just a friend visiting, or–"
"He's my brother. Yes … I did just give him a blowjob." She grabbed his hand and placed it over her pussy. "This belongs to him. Your cock isn't going to touch me."
The elf gagged. "Well, you're going to enjoy our meeting downstairs."


Fay squirmed and giggled as her mother pleasured her bottom. Alicia was wailing. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"
Kenneth, with his daughter's head bouncing on his cock, wanted to rip Santa's arm off and shove it up his ass. He glared at the money.
Irina and Kris came in, followed by the elf. They were shaking. Their mouths fell open as they looked across the room. Irina's face was covered in cum.
Kenneth started shaking, and bore his teeth. "You got your shitty cum on my little girl? You better hope I die today."
"What the fuck?" Santa shouted. "I thought I made it perfectly clear that we didn't wanna leave any evidence behind. You stupid–"
The elf backed away as Santa slapped at him. "I-I didn't touch her, I swear. The-they were on top of each other when I got up there. He was jizzing when I burst through the door."
"You better hope for your sake that you're not lying."
"Is he telling the truth, son?"
Kris looked at Irina, then at the floor. Their faces flushed a deep crimson.
"We're discussing this when this is over."
"Well, since you love your sister so much, you can sit on this recliner while she rides your cock."
"Wait! You want me to do this in front of my family?"
"They're already having sex.
Irina grabbed his arm. "Come on." She walked him to the chair. He sat. "Are you sure about this?"
She nodded. "We have no choice. Just pretend we're still in my room." Irina climbed his lap, he gripped her torso as she lowered herself to his crotch. They grunted as her pussy enveloped his cock. She rode him as he pumped his hips.
Sabrina's speed increased. Blood rushed to his crotch, numbing his body.
Fay screamed. She thrashed, ejaculating into her mother's sobbing mouth.
Kenneth's member erupted in Sabrina's. She sucked the tip, stroking his shaft, filling her mouth until cum streamed down her chin. She opened her mouth, looking directly at the camera.
Santa raised his thumb. "Really good. You're quite the slut for daddy's cum. Now swallow."
Sabrina gulped.
"That's good. Now, keep masturbating."
She slid onto the couch next to Kenneth and thrust two fingers into her cunt.
Irina jackhammered her brother's cock, as they locked lips. She threw her head back, howling. He joined her in a chorus of pleasure. His semen poured out of her pussy, streaming down her thighs. She rested in his arms as they kissed, his cock still in her.
"Okay, that's enough!" Kenneth shouted.
"Now, Papa Bear, let them enjoy their last kiss."
Alicia looked up. "Their last–"
Santa aimed his gun at Irina's crotch and opened fire. Screams vibrated the room.. It was an eternity, blood erupted in slow motion as their genitals exploded beneath a barrage of bullets. Irina and Kris screamed the loudest, almost piercing the gunfire.
Santa fired again, emptying the clip into Kris's back. He and his sister thrashed in the chair as bullets tore through their bodies. They slumped against the chair, Kris slid down, his chin resting in Irina's crotch.
"You fucking bastard!" Kenneth charged at Santa. One of the elves fired. He collapsed with pain shooting up his leg, as his left knee exploded. Alicia screamed.
Santa snapped his fingers. The elves took aim as he reloaded.
One aimed at Fay's crotch. She tried to cover her pussy, but bullets obliterated her tiny hands before her girlhood exploded into a red fountain. Three bullets to the head ended her screams.
"Wait! No! At least let me cum first!" Sabrina hammered her pussy as one of the elves took aim. She pissed on the couch. Her thighs bullets ruined her pussy. Another barrage drilled her voluptuous breasts. She twitched for a minute, then stopped.
Kenneth's throat tightened, his stomach churned. He hurled five times before vomiting on the floor.
Alicia wailed and slammed her fists on the ground. "This isn't happening. This must be a nightmare. This can't happen. I don't deserve this."
Santa shoved the gun into Alicia's pussy as she grieved over Fay's body.
Kenneth reached for his wife. "Please don't do this."
Santa smirked and pulled the trigger. Streams of blood erupted from her torso as she thrashed on his gun. Kenneth screamed. She collapsed to the floor, and twitched for a few seconds before her body stopped moving.
"Well, Kenny-boi, we're done here."
"A-aren't you going to kill me?"
"Nah! We still need you to pay. Since we did repo your beautiful family, Boss is willing to cut off twelve years of interest. Plus, a percentage of whatever we make selling the footage to perverts."
"Fuck you, and fuck your boss! I'm not fucking paying."
"That's too bad. Boss said if you don't pay in, oh, six years, we might make a visit to your sister. I heard she has a nice little family."
"I'll kill you before that happens."
"Of course you will."
They left. Kenneth passed out seconds later.

Kate was the first to notice that something was different. If she was driving, they would've gone on to graduate from high school a month later, and enter Virginia Tech in August.

Her cousin, Lynn, was the one driving, while Kate was just one of the three bikini-clad passengers crammed in the back of her Honda CR-V. Lexi sat in the passenger seat. Her long jet-black hair floated in the wind as she tilted her head out of the window, letting the summer breeze dry her ebony skin.

Kate didn't mind it, though. She was sandwiched between Amanda, and her Asian girlfriend, Tiffany. Their ample breasts were squeezed against her arms. One hand rested on Tiffany's thigh; she tried to rest the other on Amanda's, only to have Amanda brush it aside after a few seconds. Tiffany occasionally nibbled at Kate's ear. Her pussy ached, and Kate had to remind herself that this was not the place, each time her hand crept towards her crotch.

They cruised down Great Bridge Blvd, on their way home after spending the day at the beach, celebrating Lexi's eighteenth birthday party. They came around the bend, and turned onto their street, the street sign read Pellerito Rd; it was supposed to be Joyner Rd.

"I think you're turning the wrong way," Lexi shouted.

"Don't worry, I know where I'm go–" Lynn screamed as a man appeared in front of them. The car jolted to a stop. Kate lurched forward, as did her companions.

"Who the fuck is that asshole?" Lynn yelled.

The front bumper was inches from the man. He was pale, with black hair, and a black tuxedo. A wide grin was plastered across his face. Kate's jaw dropped, but, not because of the strange man.

The landscape was like nothing in Chesapeake, or anywhere else in Virginia. They were in a desert. It was featureless, save for the highway before them, and the occasional cactus. Mountains etched themselves over the horizon, in all directions. It was still daylight as they turned, now only the stars illuminated the sky. There were so many stars, more than Kate had seen in her life, that they would easily outshine the full moon.

The man knocked on Lynn's door. She screamed. He didn't even seem to walk around the vehicle. One second, he was in front of their bumper, the next, on the driver's side.

"No!" Lexi screamed as Lynn lowered the window.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Good'evnin ladies! My name is Stephen Woodhouse, and I'd like to welcome you to Pellerito Road–"

"Hey, my cousin asked a question, answer–"

"To return to your world, reach the gate–"

"Are you even–"

"I'd advise remaining in your vehicle at all times. Try to keep moving–"

"Fuck this!" Lynn floored the gas pedal. They sped off as Stephen droned on.

Lynn stopped a few feet ahead, and turned around. Stephen was nowhere to be found. The road ended at an archway, draped in vines and leaves. Chesapeake, Virginia, was just on the other side.

"I suppose this is the gate?"

"Yeah," Lynn replied, "it wasn't so hard. Probably didn't think we'd turn around."

A cloud of dust and smoke trailed behind them. They crossed the threshold seconds later.

The desert lay before them, the archway was once again behind them. Kate clutched her stomach, and covered her mouth, as the afternoon's feast tried to make its way up her throat. The others gagged and held their stomachs.

Amanda opened the door, and staggered out onto the asphalt, and vomited. Kate's stomach lurched, Lynn and Amanda groaned.

Amanda screamed.

"What the fuck is that?" Lexi screamed.

Tiffany screamed in Kate's ear. Kate froze.

A beast gripped Amanda's legs, dangling her in the air. Its body was that of a man, though, twice as large as a bear. Muscles rippled across its body. It had the head of a boar, with giant tusks protruding from its mouth.

"Help me!" Amanda screamed and flailed as it lifted her into the air and spread her legs. "No! It hurts! It hurts!" The creature stretched her legs. Something snapped, and she wailed. It opened its jaw, revealing a mouth of jagged teeth, each longer than a steak knife.

"Stop it!" Kate screamed as the beast chomped down on her friend’s groin. The lower portion of her torso ripped off, organs falling out. It tossed her pelvis into the air, and caught it in its throat, swallowing it whole.

Kate climbed out, and grabbed Amanda's arms. "Let her go you fucker!" She screamed, gritting her teeth. The beast growled, and swiped at Kate. A pair of brown arms gripped her torso and pulled her back. The monster's claw hooked onto her bikini, ripping it off. Her perky breasts bounced as Tiffany pulled her back into the car.

"Don't leave me!" Amanda screamed as the beast pulled her from Kate's grasp.

"Go!" Lexi screamed.

"We can't leave Amanda!"

Tiffany's eyes locked with Kate's, tears streaming down her cheeks. "There's nothing we can do."

"There's another one! Hurry!"

Kate looked to see another beast rushing towards the car. Lynn stepped on the gas pedal as Tiffany shut the back door. As they sped off, the creature forced Amanda's head into its mouth. Her scarlet hair disappeared into its jaw, which tore through it like paper. The second beast grabbed her headless corpse as it fell to the ground.

Tiffany pulled Kate into her arms.

"She-she didn't deserve to be left behind."

"I-I know…."

Kate looked back. The beasts, now fighting, grew smaller, until they disappeared over the horizon. She laid her head against Tiffany's shoulder, letting Tiffany massage her breasts as they both sobbed.
Lynn drove for an hour. Lexi fell asleep. They passed dozens of creatures like the one which killed Amanda. Each one turned their heads towards the car as they passed.

The manpigs, as Tiffany called them, were not the only monsters out there. Lizards, nearly the size of a lion, scurrying about, outnumbered even the manpigs. Tiffany whimpered the first time a cactus and started to walk towards the road; a crease appeared in the lower portion of the trunk, and formed legs. A snake rose its head, probably a mile, over the ground. Lexi stirred as the three of them screaming, as its glowing red eyes locked on them. The ground shook as its head impacted the ground, and a mountain of dust surged into the air. Lynn sped up.

The most terrifying of all was the man. He first appeared as a black silhouette emerging from behind a cactus or rock. With each appearance, he was closer to the road. Was it Stephen Woodhouse? It didn't matter. Each time he appeared, Kate gripped Tiffany and kissed her deeply. Kate thought Tiffany would get irritated, but she never stopped her. Did she see him too?

One of the giant lizards scurried across the road and turned towards the car. They screamed as it reached into the passenger side window. Lexi barely opened her eyes as the beast closed its jaw around her head. Kate reached forward as Lexi's muffled screams filled the car, gripping her chest. She pulled, sinking her hands into Lexi's breasts, as the lizard tugged on her skull. It pulled her head off with a wet crunch, leaving strands of flash dangling from her neck, as Kate pulled her body into the back seat.

"Oh my God!" Kate and Tiffany screamed as Lexi's body hit the floorboard, blood gushing from her neck. "Oh my God! Lexi!"

Her body flailed. Piss soaked through her thong, dampening the carpet.

Something thudded against the back door. They looked up to see the glass crack as the lizard's head impacted the window. The third impact shattered the glass.

"Let it have the rest of Lexi!" Lynn shouted as the lizard forced its way through the window.

"We can't–"

"We have to!"

Kate's lip trembled as she lifted Lexi's body off the floorboard, and shoved it towards the beast. Its jaws clenched around her chest. Kate grabbed Lexi's thong, trying to pull her back in, but it slipped from her ass, as the monster dragged her out into the frigid night.

"Go! Go!" Tiffany screamed.

Lynn floored the pedal. The lizard devoured Lexi chunks at-a-time as the car shot off down the road.

Tiffany gripped Kate. They curled up, refusing to let their feet touch the floor.

"How much further is this fucking gate?"

"I have no clue babe." She kissed Kate on the lips.

"Hopefully not far," Lynn tapped the gas gauge, showing it was on empty.
The car sputtered thirty minutes later.

"Fuck!" Lynn shouted. "We're out of gas." The car rolled to a stop. Lynn slammed her fist against the steering wheel. She turned to Kate and Tiffany, gritting. "Why the fuck couldn't we stop by the gas station when we left the beach? If you hadn't been in such a hurry to get home … we're fucking dead now! Thanks!"

Kate gasped, Tiffany cried.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean for this to … I just wanted to go…."

Lynn sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm just frustrated. We're about to fucking die and I can't take this anymore. I think there's a gas can in the back."

"How are we going to get to it?"

"Look under the seat. There should be a baseball bat."

Kate crouched down, peering beneath the seat. The bat was near the back. "Found it," she shouted as she grabbed it. It was heavy, but, useless against practically everything out there. Still, it had to be better than nothing.

"Alright, you keep a lookout while I take care of the gas."

Lynn and Kate climbed out. Kate followed Lynn around the back.

She surveyed the landscape as Lynn shuffled through the back of the vehicle. Kate turned at every noise. She kept her gaze westward, from where a continuous rumble emanated. It might've been the snake, but she couldn't recall exactly which direction they first saw the beast.

Kate screamed as something shuffled around the vehicle. She raised the bat, and almost swung as Tiffany came into view.

"What the fuck? You scared the hell out of me."

"I'm sorry! I didn't want to be alone."

"But you're not carrying a weapon."

"Neither is Lynn."

"I'm protecting her."

"Can't you protect me, too. It's not like I'll be safer in the car, anyways."

"Fine! But get back in when I tell you. I don't want to lose anyone else tonight."

"Found it!" Lynn shouted as she held up the gas can. "Hopefully this will get us home."

She closed the back. Kate and Tiffany stood beside her as she poured the gas in.

A creaking echoed across the desert. Kate turned her head in the direction. Her eyes widened as what was a cactus moments before ran towards them. It's body continued to morph with each step, forming arms, with fingers growing out of the end. It let out a wet, high-pitched screech the moment it formed a mouth. Kate raised the bat.

Tiffany screamed, Kate looked to see another walking cactus closing in on her.

"Get in the fucking car!"

Tiffany ran into the desert as it approached.

"The car, Tiffany!"

Its screech was piercing. Kate swung the bat. It crashed into its skull with a sickening thud, and it dropped to the ground. The other cactus screeched louder.

"Tiffany, get away!"

Kate chased after as Tiffany almost ran straight into the cactus. Its hand gripped her thigh, she tumbled to the ground, screaming and thrashing.

"Get away from her you bastard!" She brought the bat down on its skull before it could grab Tiffany's other leg.

"Are you okay?"

"No!" Tiffany grunted. "I-I can't move my leg. It hurts!"

Kate kneeled next to her friend. A dozen metallic needles pierced her left thigh. A greenish liquid, mixed with blood, gushed from the wounds.

"What is this?" She groaned.

"I dunno ... my-my leg won't even move. You'll have to carry me."

"I can do that," she said, scooping Tiffany into her arms.

A screech filled her ears. "No!"

Three more walking cacti were running towards them.

"Leave me! Save yourself."

"I-I can't do that, I can't lose you."

"But I can't lose you, either," Tiffany kissed Kate, "Please, I-I'll show you my tits one last time if you just promise me that you'll go." She removed her bikini, throwing it to the ground as her melons plopped out.

"I-I'm not leaving you unless I have to." She lowered Tiffany to the ground, and gripped the bat with both hands. She charged at the cacti, screaming to match theirs. "I'm not going to let you kill my girlfriend!"

Each one hit the ground, twitching with a cracked skull. Screeching from behind caught her attention.

Five of them closed in on Tiffany. "Just leave! There's no need for you to die as well."

"I can't!" She charged, swinging in every direction. Two more went down. The third swing was too high, and she jumped back as a cactus swiped at her. The bat flew from her hand. "Fuck!"

"Just run!" Two of them closed in on Tiffany. The first cupped her breasts.

She screamed as needles punctured her tits. The other ripped off her thong, and forced her legs apart. A knot appeared in its crotch, then expanded into a rod.

"No!" Kate screamed. She started towards them when another cactus approached her.

"Please go!" Tiffany screamed as its prickly cock penetrated her pussy.

The cactus advanced on Kate. As it reached for her, she ran. "I love you, Tiffany."

Tears streamed down her face as she rushed back to the car. Tiffany's screams trailed behind her. She dove into the seat. Lynn was already behind the wheel.

"What happened? Where's Tiffany?"

"She-she didn't make it!"

Kate looked back.

"Oh my God!"

The cacti raped Tiffany. Her screams ceased as one grabbed her throat.

"Go! I can't watch this anymore." Kate shut the door, and Lynn drove off. A dozen cacti followed until their car was out of sight.
The cousins rode in silence. Kate stared out the window, as they passed through this nightmare desert. The mountains began to loom ahead; those behind them had disappeared over the horizon. The stars were dimming, obscured by a growing cloud of dust.

He continued moving closer: Stephen Woodhouse. His features became more discernible as he appeared closer to the road. With his last appearance, emerging from a cloud of dust, his grin was visible.

Lynn screamed. A manpig ran out onto the road. Lynn swerved as it stretched out its hand. It gripped the back door, ripping it off as they passed. Kate fell out with it, hitting the asphalt. She screamed as the back wheel crushed her left foot.

The car spun out, coming to a stop inches from a large rock.

Another manpig emerged from the dust, and charged at Kate. The Honda peeled out, and disappeared down the road.

"Wait! Don't leave me! Please! Help me! Lynn!" The manpigs stood over her. She whimpered. "I'll see you soon Tiffany!"

They turned their heads as a loud crash shook the ground, and ran into the opposite direction.

Kate sighed. Stephen appeared.

"J-just end this quickly. Please?"

"Oh, no no no, my dear. I'm afraid that's not going to happen." He snapped his fingers, and his pants disappeared. He stood over her, erect cock in his hand.

"You con't rape me! I belong to Tiffany."

"Tiffany isn't here to claim you. Besides, tis a terrible crime to let a lovely young thing like yourself go to waste. Isn't it?" He snapped his fingers again, and her bikini bottom dissolved to dust. A gust of wind lifted it away, exposing her pussy as he mounted her.

"Please! I don't want this." He pinned her arms to the ground. She groaned as his cock plunged into her. She shoved at his chest, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. Kate thrashed as he fucked her.

Above them, the cloud of dust parted. The snake's head rose into the sky.

Stephen groaned as wads of semen filled her, spilling out onto the ground. Once the last drop seeped from his dick, he vanished.

The snake's head grew as it approached. Its maw opened, revealing a torrent of orange light. Hot air enveloped her, becoming hotter as it closed the distance. Her skin started to singe, then bake. Kate screamed as her hair ignited, then her skin. Flames engulfed her body. Hot air blasted charred flesh from her bones, her eyes melted in their sockets.
Lynn sat up in her bed as her cell door clanked open. She rubbed her eyes as two people entered wearing black tuxedos. One was carrying a large duffel bag.

“Good evening Miss Roy. My name is Doctor Hendriks,” she set the duffel bag on the floor and waved to her partner, “and this is Doctor Green.”

Doctor Green smiled. “We want to ask you about the desert.”

Lynn rolled her eyes. After ten years you’d think they’d have gotten bored. Couldn’t they just kill her already and get it over with? Her best friends were dead and everyone in Virginia was certain she killed them. What other explanation could there have been? They only found her, in the wreckage of her Honda after crashing it into a box truck, with only Lexi’s blood coating her seats and floorboards. Lexi’s body, and the other girls who were last seen in her car, were never found.

She killed them and tried to commit suicide. That was the only explanation as far as their friends and family were concerned: prosecutors agreed. Nobody believed the magical desert filled with giant lizards and cactus people. Lynn knew they wouldn’t, so why tell them? She would spend the rest of her life in a psychiatric ward; riots broke out across Virginia when she didn’t get the death penalty. It would’ve been better if she told the truth, because she’d be with her friends. She’d wouldn’t have to return to that desert—to see HIM—in her dreams.

“Miss Roy?” Doctor Hendriks opened the bag.

Lynn gasped as she pulled out a green plant-like arm.

“You have seen this before, haven’t you?”