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Ultimate Exhibitionism (Solo, Masturbation, Snuff)

The woman shivered as she walked along the path, partially from the cold night air on her bare skin and partially from exhilaration at what she was doing. The only clothing she wore was a pair of tall red pumps, her lips and fingernails painted to match. She would have been tall even without the heels and she stood straight as she walked through the night, her long blond hair done up in a neat bun. Her nipples were hard atop her full breasts and there was a shimmering wetness visible on her thigh, below neatly trimmed pubic hair.

The woman suddenly ducked off the path, hearing the approaching sounds of footsteps. As she concealed herself in the shadow of a tree, her hand slowly began to crawl down to her crotch as she watched a couple walk by. The couple had linked arms and were chatting casually, both dressed appropriately for the chill weather. As their voiced faded into the distance the woman tore her hand away from her lower lips, steeling herself and once more stepping back out onto the path.

Things continued in this manner, the woman walking in the quiet night, occasionally hiding while someone passes, getting more and more worked up as she fingered herself surreptitiously behind bushes or trees. The woman had her feet planted wide her back pressed against a tree, two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, when the sound of a snapping twig brought her back to reality. She quickly realized she had become a little too engrossed and she started hurriedly looking about for the two men in suits she had been hiding from this time. She quickly found them, only a few paces away, their mouths agape as they watched the woman pleasure herself.

The woman quickly withdrew her hand, letting out a small moan as her fingers rubbed her lips on the way out, breaking into as fast a run as she could manage with the heels. She ran, occasionally passing more people wearing equally shocked faces, the night air burning in her lungs, her bouncing tits and feet hurting as she forced her body to move. After a minute she began to hear the distant sound of approaching sirens. She swerved off the path, heading deeper into the wooded park.

The woman leaned against a tree, taking a brief respite, trying to calm her erratic breathing. She was more aroused then she could remember ever having been before, and as she rested she couldn't help her hand snaking its way back down to her pussy. She hissed as she made contact, her slick lips more sensitive than ever before. Moving her other hand to fondle a breast she briefly lost herself to the pleasure.

The woman found herself once more abruptly brought back to reality, this time by the loud sounds of a helicopter, its searchlight quickly cutting through the woods a stones throw away from where she rested. She got ready to run when she saw a line of officers with flashlights approaching through the woods, heading toward her. She broke into a run, heading away from the lights of both the officers and the helicopter. She stumbled over a root, catching herself but making a noise as she twisted her ankle. She saw a few of the lights on the ground turn toward her and heard some yelling. She resumed moving as quickly as she could, now hobbling. Her shoes were impeding her escape enormously, but then again, that had been a large part of why she wore them.

She reached the edge of the park and ran into a wall, she could hear the sounds of heavy traffic at the top of it, a highway that passed next to the park. She could see lights approaching from every direction as she desperately searched for an escape route. At the bottom of the wall, partially hidden behind a bush, she found a drainage pipe, around meter in diameter. She crouched, just barely able to fit into the pipe while squatting, and she began slowly making her way though the detritus within. Tumbleweeds and branches scratched her shins and feet as she slowly moved along, her hands on the sides of the tunnel helping her keep her balance on her good ankle, her titled head brushing against the ceiling. She stumbled once more and a large tumbleweed was thrust against her clit, the sudden pain on her aroused body part caused her to let out a lust tinged yelp. She heard yells back the way she came and a light began to shine down the tunnel. She began moving quicker, hearing the officers behind her entering the tunnel, yelling at her to surrender.

She heard a deafening bang echo down the tunnel, and at the same time she felt a sharp pain in her left hand. Examining her hand she found a chunk missing from the side of her palm, some white bone visible. The officer behind her yelled something, but her ears were still ringing from the gunshot and she couldn't tell what it was. Arousal and adrenaline swelled within the woman at the knowledge that she had been shot, and would likely continue to be shot at should she resist. Unable to hold herself back any long her wounded hand found its way back to her pussy, where she started fingering herself, as she continued to stumble down the tunnel. There was a short curve in the tunnel, bright light streaming from around the bend signaling the upcoming end of the tunnel.

Two more bangs resounded down the tunnel, and the woman felt a sting in her in the calf of her already wounded leg. Breaking into a dangerous pace she lurched down the tunnel, ducked around the bend, and dove out of the opening, hearing the sounds of more metal hitting the wall of the tunnel where it turned. She tumbled into sand, looking up she saw a ring of police officers, all taking cover behind their cars, headlights and guns all trained on the entrance of the tunnel. The helicopter was hovering in the air, the spotlight also illuminating the exit of the tunnel. The tunnel exited onto the beach, and the woman could see the ocean behind the officers.

"Surrender yourself now or we will open fire!" the woman heard, voice loud and distorted from a megaphone.

She shivered once, her hand snaking down to her pussy once more. She planted her heeled feet wide, her upper back on the sand, her pussy facing the line of officers, and she began to furiously masturbate, no longer holding back her moans, fingers of her wounded left hand plunging into her sopping pussy, thumbnail sliding along her sensitive clit, her right hand twisting her nipple, as she massaged the whole breast with her palm.

"Open Fire!" she heard an officer yell, and at the same time began to cum, began to cum the hardest she had in her entire life. Waves of pleasure washing though her body, soon met and amplified with waves of pain as bullets began to rip through her body, piercing her all over, her breasts, her limbs, each rent in her body bringing great pain but also heightened pleasure. One bullet tore through her left hand and obliterated her clit, sending fireworks through her nerves, her pleasure and her lusty screams of pain ascending to unprecedented heights, rubbing her throat raw. Finally a bullet found her brain, and her screams were silenced, but her body didn't cease to move for several more seconds until the bullets stopped flying. The police quickly set up the crime scene, pictures being taken of the womans broken body, ecstatic expression frozen on the half of her face that remained. The woman's final night had ended, exactly as she had planned.

The detective threw the manila folder roughly onto the desk, pouring a glass from his nearly empty bottle of scotch, as he held his head with one hand. He shook his head at the pile of folders on his desk, completely stumped by this case. In the past ten years since the Hierocracy had taken power, their tyrannical enforcement of the new Debauchery laws had reduced crimes of a sexual nature nearly entirely. Public acts of lewdness only rarely happening, illegal intoxicants usually involved, a few of those convicted even showing enough remorse to escape execution, usually by becoming indentured to the Hierocracy. But within the past five months their had been nineteen cases, all sharing extremely odd circumstances. All the perpetrators had displayed the same extreme enthusiasm in their lawbreaking, not only seemingly fully aware of the severity of the punishment, but excited by it, meeting it wholeheartedly, many continuing to engage in their acts of lewdness even as punishment was meted by the police. But the most odd part of the case was that none of women existed in any system. The fingerprints and their faces were in no databases. None of them had ever been employed, or had a drivers license, or even been arrested before in either the Hierocracy or the records of the government that preceded it. Their DNA revealed no known relatives, living or dead. They had carried few effects, but the little clothes they did wear matched no brands that could be found in any system either. They were complete ghosts. The detective sighed, he had absolutely no leads to go on and the higher ups were not happy with his performance on this case. Sighing once more he emptied the rest of the bottle into his glass.


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Barracuda's Banquet (Cons, Cannibalism, Cooking, Group Sex)

The Redwater High baseball team, the Redwater Barracudas, was a pretty decent team. In the last seven years they had made the quarterfinals five times and the finals twice, but they could never seem to seal the victory. This year they had once more made it to the finals, but morale was at rock bottom. The opposing team, the Gold Valley Ospreys, had won the championship four of those last seven years and had personally defeated the Barracudas both times they made the final. To make matters worse, their star batter had sustained a minor shoulder injury and the coach was unsure if he would heal enough in time to play in the final. In an last-ditch, spur of the moment attempt to revitalize the team's spirit, Ruth, the team's manager made a proposition; If the Barracudas managed to win the championship she would volunteer herself to be the centerpiece for the team's victory banquet. The change in mood was remarkable, the player's training harder than ever, even the star batter becoming less sullen, focusing completely on making sure he was following his medical directions to the letter, intent on being in playing condition in time.

In the week leading up to the final Ruth found herself in a near constant state of arousal. Like many girls her age she had often fantasized about her own death, but until now she hadn't really ever considered it an imminent possibility. The hungry looks she got from the players sent shivers up her spine, their predatory gazes leaving her cold save for a blossoming warmth in the pit of her stomach. To make matters worse, the players, most of whom she was regular fuck-buddies with, were refusing to sleep with her, saying that they wouldn't let her try to distract them from training.

As soon as she knew it the day of the Final had arrived. The team was in high spirits and raring to go and the star batter had been given the okay to play. She sat in the dugout, hands pressed tightly between her thighs as the innings passed. Her fear and excitement grew as the game progressed, the Ospreys holding the lead, but the Barracudas keeping the gap small. Before she knew it, it was the bottom of the last inning. The Barracudas were down two points, the bases were loaded and there were two outs, and the star batter was up to bat. Ruth could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Either way the game would be decided soon. Would the Barracudas lose?, continuing the trend of getting so close to victory only to fail? Would Ruth live to remember how close to victory the team had come? Would she remember it with relief or disappointment the she survived?, that the team lost? Or would they win, all their hard work paying off, and Ruth giving her all to celebrate their victory? Ruth's mind was a jumble, she wanted the Barracudas to win, but she also wanted to live… didn't she? She had been acting rashly when she initially made the offer, having not put full consideration into the idea before proposing it. She was afraid of dying, but every time she thought about what the team would do to her if they won her heart would flutter and she could feel her thighs dampen. The crack of a bat brought her attention back to game. It was another foul ball leaving the count at two strikes and three balls. The pitcher should probably have just walked the star batter, that would have still left the Ospreys up one and he would have had an easier batter to strike out. Perhaps he felt that walking him would be admitting that he was a better batter then he was a pitcher. Whatever his reasoning, his next pitch was true, a fastball inside the strike zone. With a heavy crack the batter hit the ball dead on, the ball soaring up and out of the field. Sitting there, watching the ball that sentenced her to her death, Ruth came. With no physical stimulation she shuddered in ecstasy, knowing that she was now nothing more than meat.

A few days passed an it was now the big day, Ruth was in the locker room wrapping up her last minute preparations. She looked over herself one last time in the mirror. Her long brown hair was in a ponytail pulled through the back of the baseball cap she was wearing. She had on a striped baseball jersey, which she had rolled short and wore tied in a knot below her sizable breasts. Her flat stomach was left bare and ample cleavage was on display. She wore striped shorts that if they were any shorter couldn't still be called shorts, leaving much of her delicious looking thighs exposed. Her black socks went to just below her knee and she wore a pair of cleats. A shiver of mixed fear and anticipation running up her spine, Ruth left to go to the field to join the banquet.

Ruth approached the team where they were set up on the field. There were several grills set up as well as a couple fire pits. All the players attention were on her as she approached, hungry gazes fixed on her displayed skin. Ruth stood nervously in the center of the team, just as she opened her mouth to speak she was roughly grabbed, a player pulling her into a deep kiss, twisting his tongue together with hers. After several seconds the player broke away, and Ruth barely had time to take a breath before the next player was kissing her roughly. Other players approached from the sides and began to grope her body, hands sneaking into her shirt fondling her breasts, hands dipping into her shorts to invade her pussy, hands rubbing her stomach, her ass, her thighs. She was passed around, one player making out with her as the rest played with her body, until every player who wanted a turn had got it. Ruth collapsed on the grass, weak legs splayed to the sides as she breathed hard, catching her breath. The knot of her shirt had been undone, her large breasts heaving in the open air as she breathed, hard nipples swinging, sweat dripping down the valley of her cleavage.

Ruth only had a few seconds of respite before the first player pulled open his shorts, pulled out his already erect dick, and shoved it in her mouth. He grabbed the sides of her head, roughly manipulating her head, pulling back until his dick was almost all the way out, then rapidly pushing all the way in and down her throat. Ruth was pretty accustomed to this kind a treatment, and after only a brief moment of surprise she started working her tongue along the shaft in her mouth, looking up to maintain eye contact with the player who was using her. It took less than a minute for the player to cum, holding her head all the way down to the base he shot the first few ropes directly down her throat before pulling out, shooting one rope along her tongue and the last landing along the top of her chest and in her cleavage. Ruth only had a couple of seconds to sputter and suck in air before the second player's dick was shoved in her mouth. She gave this dick the same attention as the first and it wasn't long before this one shot as well. As she was clearing her airway hands on her chest and back leaned her backward, her back arched she was now looking behind herself just in time to see a third dick shove itself down her throat. Her throat clearly distended as the dick she blew slid up and down its length. She felt hands tugging at her shorts and her most intimate parts were laid bare in short order. She felt a dick roughly enter her and immediately bottom out, smashing into her cervix. If she didn't enjoy pain as much as she did and if she wasn't the most turned on she had ever been in her life this might have hurt real bad, but instead she had her first orgasm of the evening, moaning around the dick that was now depositing its load down her throat. The dick in her mouth was quickly replaced by a new one closely followed by the dick in her pussy depositing its load and being replaced in turn. She continued being spit roasted for a few minutes, cumming herself only slightly less frequently than the rapidly rotating players reaming her holes. She had almost lost herself in the pleasure when she felt hands lifting her hips and felt a body slide under her, she quickly realized what was going on when she felt a pressure on her asshole. She came again as she felt a third dick begin pistoning itself in and out of her body. She felt another body kneeling on top of her and felt another dick begin to thrust between her tits. Her hands were soon occupied by dicks, stronger hands enclosing hers and manipulating them along the shafts without her input, she having become a little to distracted to give a proper hand job. She even felt her cleats and one of her socks removed as her feet were used to rub dicks. She came over and over again as did the members of the Redwater Barracudas. Cum was fired into her mouth and throat, her pussy and her ass, over her chest and tits and face, and over her limbs. She lost herself int the pleasure, contributing nothing but her body to the orgy, reveling in the pleasure as she came again and again. In the midst of the chaos a thought managed to coalesce in her head, she no long had any regrets about volunteering.

Sputtering, Ruth sat up on the field. After several desperate seconds of coughing and sucking in oxygen she realized that she was no longer being fucked. Looking up in the sky she saw that the sun was significantly further down along the sky than when she had come out of the locker. Players were laying about the field, exhausted and breathing heavily. Looking down she saw the not a single stitch of her clothes remained on her body, most of them strewn about her general vicinity. She was absolutely plastered with cum, head to toe. She took a minute to clear her eyes of cum, wiping her hand clean on the grass next to her. She had never been fucked like that before in her life. Thinking about what had just happened, and what was just about to, she ran her hands up and down her body, feeling her hands glide across her well lubricated skin. She lazily twirled her finger through the generous pool that had gathered between her breasts, before scooping some up and depositing it in her mouth. Ruth would never describe cum as something that tasted good, but it didn't need to, perhaps she loved the taste even more so because it wasn't. Sucking her fingers clean of her treat she moved her hand down to her pussy. She gently brushed her sensitive lips and shuddered, feeling the flow of cum gradually oozing from her pussy quicken as her muscles tightened. She stuck three fingers inside herself scooping up a generous portion of the cum before drizzling it into her mouth. This taste was a little different, the sexual fluids of the baseball team mixed with her own, and a shiver ran up her spine as she rolled her tongue around her new treat.

Ruth's revelry was interrupted by the team's star batter. Having been the MVP of their championship victory he had earned the prize of getting to slaughter Ruth, and it was almost time to start. First he led Ruth to a faucet, where he began hosing her down with the chilly water, the team understandably wanting to minimize as much as possible the amount of cum still on and in Ruth when she made it to their plates. He gently but thoroughly wiped her down with a cloth, and with the hose low gently rinsed out her holes. After a last intimate toweling he led Ruth to where the temporary slaughterhouse had been set up.

The makeshift rig was simple, a wooden frame set into the ground, a beam going across the top from which things could be suspended. There was a metal basin laying within the frame. Ruth felt her heartbeat quicken at the sight, an anticipatory shiver running up her spine. Ruth was cuffed into two spreader bars, one between her wrists, one between her ankles, and the top one was hung from the cross beam. She was standing feet on the ground, bent over the basin, her weight hanging from the beam to maintain her balance.

Ruth saw the star batter approaching with a gutting knife, a wicked looking hook on the back to easily slice open the belly without perforating the organs. His cock was hard and Ruth's attention kept flitting between the two until he went out of sight behind her. Ruth let out a surprised gasp as she felt him enter her from behind, the built up anticipation causing her to need a moment to realize that it was his cock and not yet the knife that had entered her body. Having gotten her bearings she quickly settled in to enjoying her last fuck. She felt his hands holding her hips as he pumped slowly in and out of her. She could feel the handle of the knife that would gut her pressed into her flesh as he held it with three of his fingers. Her breasts dangled, shaking in the air with every thrust. After a couple minutes of this she felt him lean over her, reaching around her, grasping her tightly and fondling one of her breasts. He moved his head to her ear, nibbling on the lobe, whispering to her how he couldn't wait any longer for a taste. She felt him embracing her tightly, encompassing her whole being, his chest contoured along her back, his arm wrapped around her front, his head right next to her whispering in her ear, his pelvis pressed to hers, pumping in and out, but most of all she felt that hand holding the knife, the handle pressed tightly against her hip. Surely it would have been uncomfortable in any other situation, but Ruth felt nothing but rising anticipation.

The batter suddenly grabbed her even more tightly, and Ruth could feel him cumming, splashing against her deepest depths. She didn't have long to enjoy this however, as before she even felt him stop cumming she felt a piercing sensation just above her pubic bone. She didn't even have time to realize what had happened before she felt the blade sliding upward, the hook easily separating the skin and muscle. As she felt the knife sliding up, she also felt his dick sliding out for the last time. This was absolutely the worst pain she had ever felt, but she had been well conditioned. Between the blinding pain of her abdomen, the sexual stimulation of his cock leaving her tunnel, and most of all, the knowledge that she was dying, that she was dying to be a meal, that the team had wanted her, had wanted to eat her so bad that they did everything in their power to win, they all culminated in one last mind-numbing orgasm, her offal flopping out of her opened abdomen and into the basin as she shuddered in ecstasy.

She was slack in her bonds as the batter pulled out her insides, cutting off bits where they were attached. When he was finished he went around to her front. Ruth looked up, her weak unfocused gaze barely meeting his. He gave her a quick chaste kiss on the lips, no tongue, before grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her head roughly up, and running the blade across her throat. Ruth's eyes went wide, her mouth gaped open as she died, blood draining into the basin. A couple players tied the bar between her ankles to the frame and hauled her up, a rope was tied into her hair and pulled back, the bar between her wrists was raised and fastened, leaving gravity to pull all the blood from her body into the basin.

Ruth's body was left to drain for several minutes, after which it was let down, the remaining vital organs in her chest cut out and added to the basin, which was then taken to the food prep area. Several of the organs, namely the heart, liver, kidneys, and all reproductive organs, had been specifically requested and were set aside to be cooked on their own. Most of the rest were set aside for use as sausage filler, the esophagus, stomach, and sex organs thoroughly cleaned of cum first. The intestines were taken and throughly cleaned to be used to house the sausages. A small amount of cum had dripped from Ruth's corpse into the blood, it floated on top and was easily skimmed off. The blood was set aside for use in sausages and stews.

While this was going on Ruth's head was sawed from her body and taken to be broken down. Her hair was shaved off, free for anyone who wanted it, or would be donated to a hospital if unclaimed by the end of the day. Her skull was cut precisely cut open, allowing her brain to be scooped into a bowl. Likewise her eyes, tongue and lips were set aside with specific culinary uses in mind. Cartilage was set aside for broth, the rest of the head's skin and muscle was added to the sausage pile. The star batter had requested the jawbone as a memento, and the coach kept the rest of the skull either for his desk or the team's trophy case, he was undecided as of yet.

At the same time the rest of her body was taken to be butchered. First the hand and feet were cut off, normally these would be separated into component parts, the meat only useful for sausages or ground meat, but they had all been specifically requested and were set aside. Next the rest of her was skinned, the skin set aside. Then the rest was separated into cuts of meat, bones removed when appropriate, most set aside for use in broth, a couple thrown to dog's brought along by player's families. Now with Ruth fully butchered, it was time to get cooking.

Of course you can't have a banquet with just meat, fresh vegetables and other ingredients had been brought along to complete the feast. There were grills set up, both charcoal and gas. There were a couple of fire pits, one with a steady fire to cook things over, one with charcoal burning low, foil-wrapped meat to be buried in coals to apply even heat from all sides.

Plenty of choice meat cuts were added to round out the sausage pile, it was all ground together, black pepper, blood, and other ingredients were added to make a variety of different flavors before the meat was shoved into the cleaned intestines and tied off into sausages. More meat was ground for hamburger patties, most it good meat that wasn't large enough to be cooked on its own. Some of the ground meat was cooked with taco seasoning for both taco or burritos.

Steaks, burgers, and sausages were line up cooking on grills, alongside skewers of meat and vegetables, various glazes and sauces had been brushed onto the meat and both of the eyes had found their way onto the skewers. Chunks of meat were being stewed alongside other ingredients in a half-dozen different stews. The hands and feet were roasted whole, as were racks of ribs and briskets. One whole calf was rotating on a vertical rotisserie. Cuts of raw meat was also being laid out for those who thought rare just wasn't rare enough.

The skin was chopped up and fried in spare fat rendered from Ruth's tits and thighs, creating a plate stacked high of crispy skin chips. The brain was diced into small cubes and lightly fried, filling a small bowl. The tongue and lips were grilled. The liver was cut in two, one half was left raw and the other was broiled rare. The raw half was cut into long thin strips, the rare half was cut into half-inch thick slices, both were laid out next to each other on a platter. The heart was roasted whole, wrapped in foil and buried in charcoal, before being diced and put in a bowl. Both kidneys were cut in half lengthwise and grilled. The uterus was grilled, ovaries still attached. The vagina was roasted whole.

Quality cooking takes time, but eventually it became time to eat. The spread was picturesque, all the various cuts of meat spread along the table, interspersed with sides of roast vegetables, mashed potatoes, baked beans, and mac and cheese with Ruth bacon bits. There was also fixings for burgers, burritos, tacos, and kebabs, the roast calf set up and ready to have thin slices carved off. Next to the plate of skin chip laid an array of quesos, salsas, guacamole, hummus, and other dips.

The star batter had had first dibs in selecting his cuts, and he loaded up his plate with a pair of ribs, a quarter pound of brisket slathered with the coach's famous barbecue sauce, and Ruth's roasted vagina. The coach had second dibs and loaded his plate with a 6oz marbled steak, a couple strips of raw thigh meat, and Ruth's grilled womb. Both also took chips and other sides of which there were plenty to go around. The rest of the team filed through, taking their choice cuts as they were available, and after they finished the player's families got to load up their plates.

The banquet was raucous, everyone celebrating their hard won victory, enjoying their delicious feast, reminiscing about the path they took to get here, and the woman who had raised their spirits and galvanized them when they had all but given up hope. The party lasted several hours, everyone eating their fill, before slowly beginning to wind down. Players and theirs families slowly began to leave, packing up some of the leftovers with them. There was a fair bit of the sides left, but Ruth's meat had been almost entirely eaten, only a handful of sausages and other scraps left. Sitting there, looking at Ruth's skull on the table in front of him, the coach wondered if he might be able to spin this "Manager's Victory Feast" into a team tradition.


That was awesome!


Spinoff from EvilFuzzy9's "Concubines of the Carnivore King" series. Set in the To Love-ru universe. First chapter linked here:

Riko's Predicament

Yuuki Rito awoke to the increasingly familiar sensation of a mouth around his cock. Groggily, he cast aside his blanket and was greeted by the sight of Momo's pink hair bobbing up and down. Looking up she met Rito's gaze, popping his dick out of her mouth to smile up at him.

"Good Morning Rito." she said, as she began to crawl up Rito's prone form.

She made sure her bare breasts rubbed along Rito's body as she climbed, stopping only when her hips were level with his, her slick bare lips caressing his erect shaft. Rito made no move to shove her aside, but he also didn't encourage her, still reluctant to engage in lewdity, but far enough along that he no longer protested too much when someone else initiated.

Momo's lips met his, their tongues twisting and lips mashing as Momo began undulating her hips, lubing Rito's penis with her arousal. She lazily sat up, her chest bouncing as it lifted from Rito's and gravity took hold. She slowly slid forward, used one hand to angle Rito's dick, and slid back, her slick folds welcoming him in. It had taken a while for Rito to wake from her service, so he was already close to erupting. Momo wasn't any further behind though, her hands having been giving just as much attention to her tits and pussy as her mouth had been to Rito's cock. It took only a few seconds of energetic thrusting for them to come together, Rito's pulsing cock depositing it's load deep within Momo as she sat there shuddering, breasts shaking as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. Momo collapsed on his chest, both of them breathing hard. She smiled as she laid her head on his chest, feeling his warmth, hearing his racing heartbeat. She could go another round, but Rito would need another minute before he could, and he might well still try to push her away, babbling, once his post-cum clarity set in. Who knows, these days it was about a 50/50 chance whether Momo could entice him into a second round when she decided to wake him up like this. Either way she was content just to lie there for now, relaxing in the post-coital intimacy.


Momo looked to the door and saw Celine had slipped into the room, the diminutive plant girl holding one of Lala's inventions over her head.

"Mau!" Celine cried, bounding towards the bed. Halfway across the room she tripped, the invention flying from her grasp.

It hit the ground hard, there was a bright flash of arching blue electricity followed by a beam shooting out and hitting Rito squarely in the face, a cloud of smoke enveloping him. A couple seconds of coughing later, the smoke cleared and Momo saw that the hand that had been on Rito's chest was now holding a mound of flesh. She pinched the tip of it and the squeak that Rito let out was significantly higher pitched than usual. Between the wreckage on the floor and what she saw in front of her Momo deduced that Rito had been once more turned into a girl by Lala's Koro Koro Danjo-kun.

"Mau!" Celine cheerily yelled, running out of the room.

"Ahh stop! Momo, turn me back." Rito cried as nipple was pinched again.

A mischievous smile played across Momo's lips as she continued to fondle Rito's now female body.

"I'm sorry Rito, or maybe I should call you Riko. It looks quite broken, and anyway I think I'm in the mood for a little variety." she said before mashing her lips against Riko's now much softer ones.

Riko was a mess of sensations, sensations that were both familiar and alien. She had kissed Momo plenty of times before, tongues wrestling just as fervently then as the did now, but this time felt so different, even as it paradoxically felt the same. Momo had played with her nipples before, but never before had they felt so sensitive, every twist, every brush sending electricity up her spine.

Momo broke off the kiss, backing off the heavily panting Riko. Smiling she sat up.

"I could eat you right up Riko." she said, eyes scanning Riko's flushed face and heaving bosom.

Riko briefly froze at the suggestion of "Eat", memories of girls on platters briefly flashing through her head. Shaking her head she dismissed them. A reaction that was not missed by Momo.

Momo swung around, positioning her face in Riko's crotch, her own thighs flanking Riko's head. Momo dove in greedily, her tongue sliding across Riko's brand new clit. Riko saw stars, a small orgasm hitting her on the spot, a feminine cry escaping her lips as the novel experience overwhelmed her. Momo didn't let up, and after a few minutes and several more orgasms Riko slowly became used to the stimulation, it was still intense, but she could at least think.

Momo noticed this and gently nudged Riko's head with her knee. Pulling her face away temporarily she said "Come on, you too."

Dazed, Riko looked up at Momo's pussy hanging above her head. She lent forward cautiously, extending her tongue, pressing it against Momo's clit, getting her first taste of a Pussy that hadn't been cooked through. The taste was not unpleasant, and she began getting into it, trying to imitate the techniques she was experiencing only a few feet away.

Abruptly, the taste took on a much saltier flavor, although still not unpleasant. Riko pulled back for a second to see what had changed and was met by a glop of her own cum, dripping from within Momo's depths. Riko froze, the taste at the forefront of her thoughts as the dollop slid down her tongue. She didn't know what to make of the situation, she was still uncomfortable with the idea, but for some reason she didn't think she was as off put as she would have been had she still been in her male body. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. Disgust at eating cum, arousal at having a sexy girl eating her own cum, confusion at herself being that girl, the not unpleasant taste rolling down her tongue. Momo suddenly kneed her a bit more harshly and she accidentally swallowed in surprise.

"Why'd you stop? Keep going." Momo said, oblivious to what had just transpired.

As she felt the dollop of her own cum travel down her throat she relaxed. In the past weeks she'd done much more exotic things than this, and she could sort out her thoughts more later, for now she was slacking at her part in this sixty-nine and she need to step up. She dove back in to Momo's pussy, unsure whether she was reluctantly ignoring or relishing the cum that slowly dripped from it into her mouth. She didn't realize that where before she had been largely focused on Momo's clit she was now stretching her tongue in as deep as it could go, scraping her walls, following the taste of cum.

As the minutes passed they both had many orgasms, Riko's technique improving rapidly as she both practiced and experienced. Finally they collapsed, Momo mustering the strength to sit up and spin back around, before laying on Riko, their boobs nestling together. Momo's chin rested on Riko's shoulder and she smiled at the sweat and girl juice plastered face of the girl she wanted to make a "Harem King".

"Your pussy was delicious, maybe I can get a more thorough taste later." Momo sensuously whispered in her ear.

Unbidden, thoughts of delicious pussies appeared in his mind, sharing the taste of Mikan's before he even knew what it was, tasting the remnants of Haruna's on Momo's lips after she had eaten it off his dick. The taste of Lala, of Nana, of Yami, of Yui, they all floated in her mind, alongside the most unwelcome thoughts of all; would she taste just as good if she was cooked?

Momo, perhaps hoping to distract her before she thinks too much and ruined any progress, leaned in for another kiss. She tasted her own flavor as the girls entangled their tongues, as well as something saltier. She lead back quickly, a surprised look on her face.

"Oh, that's why you stopped suddenly, I had forgotten all about that, I thought you were just thinking unnecessary things." she said looking down at the blushing brunette.

Riko squirmed uncomfortable under Momo's gaze.

"I won't push to too hard by asking how you liked the experience, I'm pretty sure I know anyway." she said, sitting up and winking. "I need a shower want to join me, just us girls?" she asked mischievously.

Riko babbled incomprehensibly as Momo skipped out of the room, not bothering to cover up with anything. After a few seconds Riko belatedly yelled after her. "Hey wait!, fix the machine first! Turn me back!"

… … … … …

Several hours later Riko was sitting in the living room, dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, sitting on the couch hugging her knees to her chest. The only others who were present were Momo, dressed in casual clothes and standing in the living room, and Mikan, busying herself in the Kitchen wearing only an apron.

"I have some good new and some bad news." Momo reported, addressing Riko. "The bad news is that we can't turn you back. I fixed Koro Koro Danjo-kun but you were hit by a much stronger beam than normal, and what should have been a temporary transformation was instead permanent."

Riko looked up at with with a look of growing horror. "Can't you just hit me again, with a strong enough beam to permanently change me back?" she asked.

Momo shook her head. "It's too dangerous, that large of a beam is unstable, we're lucky you weren't vaporized on the spot the first time. We'd have to be even luckier the second time since the beam particles would be interacting with the residue of the first one. We could use the regular beam strength, but that would only last for a few hours at a time and you'd have to regularly reapply."

Riko slumped on the couch, a look of despair on her face. "I don't possible see how you could have any good news."

"This body is stuck as a girl, but we could make you a brand new one." Momo replied.

"A brand new body?" Riko replied, a dubious look on her face.

Momo put her hands on her hips. "Have you forgotten?, half the girls in your life have gotten brand new bodies several times over by now." she said pointedly.

"Ahh." Riko said, eyes wide as realization dawned.

"We wouldn't strictly have to cook you just to make you a new body, but this seems too good an opportunity to waste." Momo replied, unable to keep the playful tone out of her voice. "Earlier, when I said I could 'eat you right up', I didn't at the time mean in a literal sense, but seeing your reaction I had to tease you a little. Who knows, maybe if you get to experience it for yourself you'll finally believe us when we tell you we love it. Maybe you'll stop being so obstinate just enjoy it. It would be a real waste for you to have to die and for us not to cook you."

Riko sat their for a few minutes, mulling it over, she wanted to return to her male body, if this was the only way to do it she'd just have to bare it.

"Alright, if that's what it takes to get my male body back, let's do it." she nervously said to Momo. "But you're not cooking me."

Momo navigated behind the couch, draping herself over Riko, whispering in her ear.

"Come on, this body has to die somehow, why not cook for me? It feels so good, the suffocating heat, the pain, being carved up and eaten by those you love. I'm sure we'd all grow so much closer if you understood that pleasure as we do."

A shiver ran up Riko's spine, a "yes" floating at the back of her mind, but she had to squash it, to stand firm.

"I said no cooking." she said, pushing Momo off of her, balling up again on the couch.

Mikan chose this time to enter the living room. Riko's eyes were glued to her bare ass as she walked around to the front of the couch. Mikan knelt down in front of her sibling, now a sister, where before a brother.

"Please Riko, it's so good, I know you'll love it, and I know you'll be delicious." Mikan said, hard rosy nipples peeking out from above the apron's loose front.

Riko opened her mouth to respond, but Mikan's hand flashed from behind her back, depositing a forkful of something in Riko's mouth. Reflexively Riko began to chew, the taste of what she recognized as Mikan's meat filling her mouth.

"That's some leftovers from the last time you cooked me, I know you'll taste even better. Please Onee-chan, won't you cook for me?" Mikan asked, wide eyes and down-turned face looking up.

Riko's mind froze, she knew she could never refuse Mikan's requests when she used that tone, even if the title was slightly different than usual. Riko thought as she chewed the morsel of Mikan's meat. It would be good to know for sure that the girls weren't lying about how good it felt, that they were willing and eager to be cooked and eaten, not just doing it because they thought Rito wanted them to. And this body did have to die somehow.

If Riko had realized how hard her nipples were, and how soaked she had made her sweatpants, she might have been given enough of a shock to think twice, but she didn't.

"Okay." Riko said quietly.

Momo smiled a wide predatory smile, Mikan beamed widely up at her sister, and Riko gulped nervously, hoping that everything would be able go back to normal when this was done.

… … … … …

Riko was in a hurry to get this over with, and didn't want a crowd to begin with, so Momo and Mikan were the only ones that entered the virtual space with her, although she had seen Mikan fiddling with her phone quickly before accompanying them.

Momo and Mikan shed their clothes at the door, before turning their attention to Riko, hands roaming and molesting as they disrobed the protesting girl. Momo and Mikan gathered the necessary cooking equipment; a large baking sheet, a simple honey glaze, and cooking twine, as well as pre-heating the oven. They prompted Riko to climb up onto the table where Mikan began brushing the glaze onto her skin while Momo played with her body, teasing and distracting Riko to keep her from getting too worked up.

"It would be a shame if you didn't get to feel the pleasure of real penetration." Momo whispered, fingers playing around the edge of Riko's pussy. "Maybe I should grab a strap-on, or maybe just a carrot, shove it deep inside you, show you what if feels like to be filled completely, up to the womb." she said, finger dipping inside, slowly dragging along the sensitive skin. Riko mewled pitifully, breasts shaking as she writhed under Momo's touch.

"Stop moving, you're making this difficult." Mikan said curtly, as she attempted to spread an even coat of glaze across Riko's tits.

"Relax Mikan, maybe you're just grumpy since you've only had your ass filled, I'll admit anal is fun, but it doesn't beat having your womb slammed over and over before getting a load of cum deposited in it." Momo directed at Mikan.

Mikan blushed at this, briefly moving to respond, before closing her mouth and looking away in a reaction that seemed odd to Riko. She would have expected Mikan to snap back, but instead it seemed like she was hiding something, was it possible that Mikan wasn't as unexperienced as they assumed? Feelings of horror and jealously welled within Riko. Who could it possibly be? Someone from her school? Didn't seem likely but she couldn't come up with any other plausible candidates, could she just be misreading Mikan's expression?

The was a sound from the door, Riko saw Mikan look up, an elated expression emerge on her face. Looking over herself Riko saw Yami walking towards them.

"Yami!, I'm glad you could make it!" Mikan said.

Yami returned Mikan's warm smile with one of her own, and as she approached the group her clothes seemed to melt in to her, the living weapon fully nude save for her hair ornaments and a solitary leg belt by the time she reached them.

"It is gratifying to see your propensity for lewd mishaps backfiring on you for a chance, even if I'm not as bothered by them as I once was, Yukki Rito." she said, deadpan expression turned to the girl lying on the table.

"Momo was just bemoaning the lack of a cock, to send off Riko here with the complete meatgirl experience." Mikan told Yami. "Do you think you'd be willing to help with that Yami-san?"

Yami stood there for a second. "I suppose, but only because you're the one asking, Mikan." Yami replied.

Yami focused her power, and the other three gathered girls watched as a mass begin to grow from just above her pussy, elongating and thickening into an erect throbbing cock. Riko heard a surprised gasp from Momo and looked to Mikan. Mikan was also staring at the cock, almost salivating, but their was no surprise in her expression. A wave of comprehension followed by a wave of relief washed over Riko. She was still a little uncertain about Mikan getting a real fucking from someone other than herself, even if it was by Yami, but this was so much better than the worst she had feared. Belatedly she remembered why Mikan had asked Yami to bring out her cock.

"I, I really don't think this is necessary, c-can't we just pop me in the oven and get this over with as soon as possible?" she asked nervously, eyes glued to the towering staff before her.

"I think it's only fair, besides, from Mikan and from the rest of those who've been on the receiving end of your cock I hear it's quite the enjoyable experience. Or is that what your afraid of?" Yami said, her hair coming to life, four giant hands reaching towards Riko.

Riko tried scrambling backwards but was quickly pinned to the table, Yami advancing toward her, precum glistening on the head of her cock. To Riko it looked enormous, though the only erect cock she had any kind of familiarity with was her own, and she had never looked at it while imagining it going inside her. She was panicking, unable to believe that such a thing would be able to fit in her body.

"Relax, it's no bigger than your's was, and smaller girls than you have taken that plenty." Mikan whispered in one ear, while gently caressing her arm.

"It's one of the most sublime forms of pleasure, perhaps only the embrace of the oven compares." Momo whispered from the other side of the immobilized girl, hugging one of Riko's arms between her breasts, a free arms playing with one of Riko's.

Yami lined up her cock with Riko's entrance, rubbing the tip up and down, poking gently, teasing the penetration, but not yet committing.

"You seem more than sufficiently wet, I wonder how much of that was Mikan and Princess Momo's doing, and how much you generated upon seeing my equipment, Yuuki Riko?" Yami asked in a low tone as she teased her entrance.

Riko was staring at their nuzzling genitals, opening her mouth to babble something, perhaps a defense or a plea, but she was cut off by Yami thrusting her hips forward. Yami sank deep in her pussy, maidenhead obliterated in a single sharp instance, a cry of pain with a tinge of something else around the edge the only sound escaping Riko's agape mouth. She slowly began pumping in and out, breathing slightly heavier as the girl beneath her moaned and mewled in pleasure and pain at the wholly unfamiliar sensation assaulting her wholly unfamiliar genitals.

Momo and Mikan took this opportunity to continue applying the glaze. Momo using the only brush, working on applying an even coat to Riko's arms. Mikan had to get more inventive, pouring a liberal amount onto Riko's chest and stomach, straddling her, and using her own much more modest chest to rub it in, sensually rubbing their disparate breasts together.

Mikan was suddenly distracted from her task by a wet probing sensation at her anus. Looking back she saw Yami leaning forward, rimming her. Basking in the pleasure she resumed her honey glaze soapland massage. Mikan gasped, feeling the probing tongue enter her. With how much more use the orifice had seen as of late, she made sure to keep it squeaky clean, even going so far as to request Lala invent her some kind of nano-bot enema machine, so she wasn't worried about Yami experiencing anything unsavory. The tongue felt much larger and much more agile than any tongue should be, she assumed Yami had to have been applying her transformation ability. Mikan continued like this, rubbing her chest against her temporary sister, two pinpricks of heightened sensitivity firing as they spread the glaze about. Yami's tongue continued its flexible fucking, feeling just as good as Rito's dick ever had. Mikan came, moaning lustily into her older sister's breasts, going limp as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. Yami's tongue not stopping, bringing her to new crescendos, one after the other, as soon as she came down from the last.

Mikan must have come a half-dozen time before Yami finally stopped. Yami gently rolled Mikan off her sister now that she was too out of it to do her job. Momo had already finishing glazing Riko's legs, having moved there after the arms, and now she touched up the haphazard job Mikan had done of the girl's torso.

Riko had come twice already, her initial reluctance almost completely blown away by Yami's pounding. She look at at Yami, wondering how much longer this would last. Yami was breathing slightly heavier, her face slightly more flushed, but her expression was still nearly completely composed. Seeing that Riko was no longer being overwhelmed by the pleasure, only letting out low whimpers whenever she fully bottomed out inside her, Yami decided step up the game with something that had always gotten rave reviews from Mikan. Yami concentrated her power.

The sensations Riko was feeling slowly began to become more intense, it took her several moments to identify how though. It was as if Yami's cock had suddenly begun to grow larger, and it wasn't slowing down. She was feeling more and more stretched, and with the longer length there was more and more force behind the crashes of Yami's tip into her cervix.

"Please Yami!, stop!, it's too big!" Riko cried, between strangled sounds that were half moans of pleasure, half cries of pain.

"It's not even gotten to the biggest size Mikan has taken yet. Don't worry, I'll stop before it would deal permanent damage. Although I suppose in this situation I don't even really need to stop then." she replied, a little bit of sadistic glee slipping in to her usually unreadable tone.

Yami placed her palms flat on the table either side of Riko's hips, leaning over as she quickened her furious pounding. Her small chest shook violently with each abrupt halt when she bottomed out, Riko's larger chest shaking even more so. Momo had abandoned the brush, arousal built to much to ignore. She laid on the floor legs splayed wide, fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her cunt. Her other hand held her tail to her mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive alien appendage as she watched the fucking couple. Mikan had roused and was now propped up on her side, chin on her palm as she lazily masturbated, watching the ongoing intercourse.

Riko felt something like nausea building up in her abdomen as her internal organs received the repeated violent battering. It was like nausea in that she felt the growing desire to vomit, but it was unlike it in that she had never known nausea to feel so good, to feel like a single growing orgasm, a tsunami where she had only ever experienced waves. They came together, Riko letting out a wail that surely would have had cops breaking down the door were the virtual space not silent to the outside. Yami only gave a low grunt, the muscles in her neck tensing as she began to unload into Riko's temporary womb. After a few shots inside she pulled out, shooting three long ropes onto Riko, stretching from her groin to her chin before subsiding, the size of her load having apparently scaled alongside the size of her member.

Mikan happily began to lick up one of the trails of cum, Momo not far behind, two tongue traveling along the insensate girl's flesh, scooping up alien cum and honeyed glaze. Mikan was done first and began to make out with Riko, dripping her salty prize into her open mouth. Riko had roused just enough to weakly work their tongues together, understanding what the salty mess had to be, but beyond the ability to form an opinion on the topic. Momo was next, one hand holding her hair behind her ear as she drizzled her share of the cum into Riko's mouth from above, following the last of the line down, mashing together lips and tongue, for the second time that day sharing the salty flavor of cum. Yami watched this bemused, and when Momo pulled away she clambered onto the table, leaning over and licking up the last remaining line of her own cum before sharing it in turn with the girl who had turned her down this path of debauchery.

The girls busied themselves, finishing the glazing, and binding Riko's arms and legs with cooking twine so the girl was splayed on her back like a roast turkey. Two giant hands made of hair slid the baking sheet under the girl before picking it up and bringing it to the oven. Riko only fully regained consciousness as heat enveloped her, the sound of the oven door shutting echoed through her head.

The oven was beyond unpleasantly warm, but Riko was not yet in serious pain, just sweating heavily, her mouth beginning to dry. She thought about the days events, how she had cum more times in these last few hours as a girl than she ever had in a single day as a man. She thought of how Yami had fucked her, immobilized, objectified, her will ignored. She thought about how she was cooking, how she would be carved up and fed to her little sister and their friends. She wouldn't admit this to anyone, least of all herself, but she was starting to understand why so many of the girls in her life were so willing and so eager to do this.

She looked out the oven window. Where she had always been the center of an orgy while her meal cooked she was now absent. Yami was pounding Mikan from behind, holding her wrists. Mikan's chest was arched back, her modest chest pushed forward, and Momo was liking off the glaze that covered it. Riko could hear Mikan's muffled cries of lust through the oven door as she was pounded.

Riko gritted her teeth as the pain grew, a delicious smell was beginning to fill the oven, drops of something that wasn't sweat beginning to well from her skin. But even as the heat and pain grew, so did the odd pleasure, it didn't feel good, per se, but she found the sensation enjoyable nonetheless. Several minuets had passed and she glanced out the window again. Momo and Mikan were both knelt in front of a sitting Yami their heads bobbing. Had Yami grown a second dick? She was unable to dwell on that for long though, as stars began to burst across her vision. Endorphins flooded her brain, her senses were beginning to numb, she imagined each star was a nerve ending burning out, permanently destroyed by this prison of heat.

Cool air rushing in from the open oven door brought Riko back to her senses. Hands of hair covered by comically large oven mitts pulled out the tray and delivered it to the table. Riko's skin was a golden brown and the delicious smell of cooked girl meal filled the room. Yami sat done at the table and Mikan sat in her lap. Momo sat across the table from them. Yami's hair formed into a dozen knives, and approached the cooked body, hesitating just an inch from her skin.

"Would you like to make the first cut Mikan?" Yami asked.

"I'd love to." Mikan replied, a smile on her face.

All but one of the knives turned back into hair, falling from the air and shrinking back to their normal length. Mikan grasped the remaining floating knife and began to carve with the dexterity of years of practice. Riko felt the knife slicing into her, a giddy sharp pain surging through what few nerve endings survived. Mikan cut off thick strips of meat from just below Riko's right tit, plating them and handing them to Momo and Yami before returning to Yami's lap.

The three girls bit into the meat simultaneously, hot grease pouring down their chins as they consumed the flesh of the one the had brought them all together, the one that might one day rule over the entirety of the universe. Riko watched this with fascination, a sense of delight and gratification flowing over her as she saw the girls swallow her meat, pleased looks on their face.

Yami's hair once more can to life in a flurry of knives, no hesitation this time as they began to carve into Riko's flesh, cut after cut separating from her body, already reduced sensations disappearing entirely as nerves were severed. Riko's mouth was agape, no sound escaping, unable to find any way to vocalize how she was feeling in that moment.

Cuts were laid out on plates faster then the girls were eating them. Even as she continues to carve Riko's body, Yami tenderly fed the girl in her lap, hair in the shape of chopsticks pickup up a cut of meat and depositing it in Mikan waiting mouth. Riko felt the sensations of an entire leg disappear at once, and watched as it was cut into even disks and laid in a spiral on a platter. Riko saw Yami place a chuck of breast, topped by a golden brown nipple, in her own mouth, half hanging out. She leaned forward towards Mikan, who met her halfway, tongues swapping the whole piece of meat between them, teeth carefully nibbling off bits while the other held it. They eventually bit into it together, shearing it in two right down the nipple, the girls not separating their mashing of lips as they chewed their prize.

Riko's mind was becoming foggier, her senses dulling as her organs struggled to preserve the illusion of life. She looked down at her torso, the only limb still attached was one arm, although one leg still laid there, cut off but not yet carved. Her tits were complete gone, no longer blocking her view of what lay beyond. Her abdomen was an nearly empty cavity, and she could see exposed bone at her side where several ribs had been separated. Looking around she found a couple picked-clean rib bones sitting on a plate in front of Momo, her tail happily swishing as her teeth gnawed at another.

Mikan hopped up from Yami's lap, walking up to her older sister. She bent down, face inches from Riko's.

"You are delicious, Onee-chan. No one else compares." Mikan whispered, leaning in, lips meeting. She felt Mikan's teeth sheering through her tongue, just as she had done to Mikan on that fateful day when she was first thrown into the world of cannibalism. She watched as her little sister pulled back and turned back to Yami, Riko's tongue hanging out of her mouth. It was then that Riko's organs decided to give up on their charade of function, and Riko faded away.

… … … … …

Yukki Rito woke, bright light hurting his eyes. He stood up, slightly unsteady, quickly becoming familiar with his new body. He toweled off most of the strange amniotic fluid the machine left as residue on the skin, and apprehensively went to rejoin the group.

The party had not slowed in his absence, the girls still eating, the remains on the table even more thoroughly butchered then when he had vacated them. The head had been cut off, and was sitting on a plate, glassy eyes staring straight ahead. Rito felt a shiver travel down his spine and a rush of blood began to engorge his cock.

The girl's welcomed him back cheerily, Mikan handing him a plate they had prepared. At the center of the plate, surround by many other choice cuts, was what had been his pussy only minutes before. Well beyond his ability to protest for the day, he sat down and began to eat. The flavor was heavenly, familiar, quite similar to Mikan's but with the edge that a few more years of growth gave that he had tasted from Haruna and Yui. Deep within the pussy was also a hint of a salty flavor, he understood what it must have been, but even this was something he couldn't muster resistance for, it was something future Rito would have to ponder for himself when he was in his right mind.

Mikan sidled into his lap, rubbing his throbbing cock between her ass cheeks. He didn't even need to be prompted before sinking it into her asshole. Yami approached, her own cock still present, throbbing and making its presence known as it pointed straight up. Rito stood, holding his sisters thighs as he turned toward Yami, continuing to ream his little sister's ass. Yami sunk her cock into Mikan's unoccupied front whole, the two people she loved most in the world maintaining an alternating rhythm as they fucked her. A pouting Momo, unpleased as to how much of extraneous wheel she'd been that day, approached, determined to slot herself into the orgy as well.

The quartet fucked and ate, and ate and fucked, until they all had well beyond their fill of both.

… … … … …

Momo was lying her bed, unsure what to make of the days events. She had gotten kind of caught in in the moment and she hoped that the experience of being prey wouldn't hamper her goal of developing Rito into a carnivore. But if he had room in his heart to enjoy both, well, variety was always good thing. She had also been surprised by how far Yami and Mikan's relationship had developed. It seemed like it would be fine, both girls still having feelings of love for Rito, in addition to each other, but she would have to step up her surveillance of any other potential harem members She didn't want to be blindsided by anything that could possibly interfere with the harem plan.

The rest of the girls had be quite surprised when the got home or otherwise learned what had transpired. Rito had been babbling incomprehensibly, maybe trying to deny it, or defend himself, he probably wasn't even sure himself. Most of the girls had been placated with Riko leftovers, but there could be trouble in the future.

Lastly she thought of Yami's cock. She wondered if Lala could maybe modify Koro-Koro Danjo-kun to only partially gender-bend someone, to temporarily grant any girl a penis. It could help smooth out some of the inherent difficulties of a harem relationship where only the one at the center had the equipment. She drifted off to sleep contemplating the possibilities. She imagines her twin moaning beneath her as she violently fucked her from behind. She imagined both her sisters, snugly nestled in her ass and pussy as the three tightly embraced, all cooking together in the oven. She even briefly imagined fucking Rito's ass from behind, pressing her tits into his back as she reached around to jerk him off, him spilling his seed all over the floor as he let out a girlish moan. Lewd and pleasant dreams took her, a small smile on her face.


Another spinoff from EvilFuzzy9's "Concubines of the Carnivore King" series. First chapter linked here:

Nana and the Beast

Nana was anxiously pacing the length of her room, her mind a jumble of conflicting thoughts. Times like these, when she was fully lucid, her feelings toward Yukki Rito remained steadfastly in the range between disdain and reluctant acknowledgment. But she could not resist the allure of the oven, and every time she ended up on Rito's plate she could feel her resistance weaken, and her attraction grow. Momo was leveraging this weakness, slowly but surely cornering Nana, body and mind, grooming her for Rito's harem. Nana knew exactly what her twin was doing, but no matter how hard she racked her brain, she couldn't find an out.

At first she only watched the orgies with morbid curiosity, intrusive thoughts of what it would feel like to join just barely playing at the edge of her mind. These thoughts intruded further as time passed, Nana thinking it wouldn't be so bad to join in, willing even, if only Rito would ask. But Rito didn't ask, still not willing to cross that line himself, though accepting when another party initiates. Nana wondered if he could see the desire in her eyes as plainly as she did in his. She knew her resolve was crumbling, she knew any day now she would cross that line, ask Rito to take her, not just as meat but as a woman as well, feelings of true love growing for the boy she thought she hated. After every meal she would come back to her senses, again becoming the girl who chastised Rito's lewd accidents, who tried to protect others from him even as she knew that ship had long since sailed. She couldn't even rely on her closest ally Yui, who had herself completely fallen and been consumed by her desire for Rito.

She paced as she tried to reconcile her conflicting desires. If nothing was done she knew she would fall into Momo's trap, willingly offering herself up to that beast. That beast, she thought. As she thought she realized she was almost more enticed by the beast inside Rito than the boy himself. She had almost been conquered on that first day, when Rito had been overwhelmed by the effects of Lala and her own Devilukian meat, when he had torn into her flesh with his teeth ripping out mouthfuls, chewing only the bare minimum, before swallowing and greedily digging in for more. In the present Nana suddenly tore her hand out of her shorts. This was bad, even just the memory of that beast was nearly enough to rob her of her sense. That beast, she thought again. Maybe that was it, maybe it wasn't Rito specifically, maybe she would fall for anyone who treated her that way. But that wasn't much better, even she had to admit that Rito was an unusually kind boy, one who would go to great lengths to protect those he cared about. Even if she found the idea distasteful, submitting to Rito was a far better option than running off to the first man she could convince to eat her. Was there any way out for her?

That beast. The word 'beast' floated through the girl's head, and an idea began to blossom. Had the idea come from anywhere but her own mind she would have rejected it instantly, almost certainly giving the suggester a thorough beating in the process. This time she didn't stop her hand as it snaked its way into her shorts, the girl reaching orgasm a half dozen times as she hammered out her plan before drifting to sleep.

The next morning Nana feigned illness. Her housemates were reluctant to leave her unattended, but she eventually succeeded in shooing everyone off to school, leaving her alone in the house. She waiting a few more agonizing minutes to make sure no one had forgotten anything and might return. Last minute hesitation ran through her head as she waited, would she really do this?, would doing this actually grant her any insight or was she just enamored with the idea? She knew it was likely both, but which was the greater incentive? Soon unable to contain herself any longer, she hopped out of bed and began her preparations.

Nana dragged the regeneration portion of the Cook-Cook Cannibal-kun into her room. She stuck her hand into a port on the side, a sharp jab shooting into her hand as the machine collected data and synced to her. Her whole body trembled, and it took several tries to input the settings she desired into the machine. She checked everything several times, careful to do everything right in this matter of life and death, even as anticipation nearly overwhelmed her. Satisfied, she discarded her clothes, her form fully bare save the two ties holding her hair. She summoned the portal to her cyber safari from her D-Dial, before chucking it onto her bed, and sprinted through.

She ran through the grass feeling the cool morning dew between her toes. The chilly air rushing past stiffened her nipples and she shivered as her heart beat a fierce tattoo. She scanned her surroundings as she ran, looking for the perfect beast. Her eyes landed upon the large red form of a Kyuu Octopus, its head laying on a large rock in the middle of a small lake, its arms floating lazily around it as it basked in the morning sun. Nana ran to the edge of the lake, pausing to catch her breath.

"Oku-chan!" she yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth.

The giant octopus roused, turning its head towards Nana and floating over.

"Master." the beast rumbled in a language only Nana could understand.

Nana gulped, looking at this imposing form in a light she never had before. She stood up straight, arms spread downward, showing off her body.

"I want you to e-eat me, to t-tear me apart." the girl nervously stated.

"Master food?" the octopus asked.

"J-just this once, I want you to treat me the same as any other prey." she said.

"Master no punish?" the octopus asked, remembering past times he had laid his tentacles on Nana and her friends.

"No, I wont punish you, I'm want you to do this." she said.

Three tentacles reached toward her, two coiling around her wrists and one around an ankle. She was lifted into the air as the octopus retreated a little deeper into the lake. More tentacles advance coiling around her body, one slimy tentacle coiling up her leg and brushing her pussy before latching onto her flat chest.

"You don't need to do that stuff, just eat me!" the girl yelled.

Her last command was ignored, a tentacle coiling gently around her neck and breaching her mouth, silencing her. This octopus had had more than its fair share of fondling girls, and it put that experience to good use, fondling, pulling, and sucking the girls tits. The tentacle in her mouth latched onto her tongue, sliding in and out of her mouth. Tentacles breached her pussy and ass, invading the virgin orifices, granting the girl both pain and pleasure in equal measures. Nana curled her tail around one of the invading tentacle, trying to pull it out, but her alien strength paled before that of the octopus. Nana was powerless to stop her truly bestial molestation, and she was brought to orgasm several times as the octopus familiarized itself with her body.

The tentacles briefly stopped. Nana looked about in a daze as best she could. The octopus' tube of a mouth was undulating, the skin pulling back to reveal a ferocious looking beak. The tentacles started up again, molesting at an even faster tempo as Nana was drawn toward the beak. The mouth closed on her arm, effortlessly shearing through flesh and bone. Nana came as her arm was bit off, pussy squirting around the invading tentacle as blood squirted from her redacted limb, a raw scream escaping around the tentacle in her mouth. In her delirium she barely registered seeing a tentacle picking up her hand and wrist that had fallen from the other side of the monstrous beak. The disembodied limb was delivered to the gaping maw where it was deposited, disappearing into the darkness forever. The tentacles repositioned her, blood squirting from her open wound as she shuddered in pleasure. Before she knew it the beak was closing around her thigh, the limb parting from her body as easily as butter. She screamed in agony and ecstasy as she came, the horrific pain sending her to heights unimaginable. With two limbs severed and no effort made to staunch the bleeding she didn't have long to live. The tentacle in her mouth retreated, her tongue stretching to its limit before tearing away at the base as it left. Her mouth filled with blood and she coughed weakly, struggling to breath. Her head was engulfed in darkness, and she was briefly aware of pain in her neck and a tumbling sensation before her consciousness faded completely.

Nana was cumming, convulsions wracking her body as she came to on the floor. She tried to stand on wobbling legs but slipped on the slick floor. A second attempt was successful and without any thought she was sprinting back through the portal, her now loose hair whipping behind her.

Nana ran, no thought spared for drawing conclusions from her experiment, all thought focused only on finding another beast to tear her apart, to have their way with her. At least one conclusion could be drawn, though Nana didn't know it yet. Before now Nana had been doing her utmost to deny that the pleasure she felt from being eaten was sexual in nature, but that idea had been shattered absolutely when the octopus sheared through her leg.

She ran past the lake, briefly watching the octopus deposit her pelvis, the last remaining morsel of her old body, into its mouth before sinking back below the surface. She shuddered, having a small orgasm at the memory alone, before spotting a Jiro Snake slither over a hill. It was a younger member of the species, large enough to eat her, but not so big that it would be a trivial task. She ran up to the beast, stopping with her arms and legs spread wide.

"Eat me!" she cried out to the beast.

Without hesitation the jaws snapped towards her calf, fangs sinking deep, potent venom coursing painfully through her veins. Nana collapsed in a heap, one arm beneath her and one stretched to the side. Jiro Snake venom was normally the fatal kind, but her robust Devilukian physiology left the girl only paralyzed. The snake slithered down to her feet, forked tongue flitting, testing before the jaws unhinged and started to painstaking work their way up her legs.

Progress slowed a little as the jaws reached her hips, the flitting tongue incidentally stimulating her pussy as she was slowly but inevitably drawn in. She came, the physical stimulation and painfully coursing venom working together, her paralyzed body shuddering weakly. It was several more minutes before the jaws began to inch over her chest. The inside of the snakes mouth stimulated her sensitive nipples as she was dragged deeper. The tip of one retraced fang pricked one of her nipples, and stars exploded across her vision as a residual drop of venom coursed through the sensitive nub. Her feet began to burn painfully and she realized that they must have reached the stomach, the strong acid beginning the lengthy process of breaking her down for calories. The arm she had fallen on had been swallowed alongside her hips, and as the jaws began to enclose her head she began to regain the tiniest big of control over that hand. She rubbed her pussy, fingers fighting sluggishly through the paralysis. The jaws closed over the hand stretched above her head, sealing her in. The burning had reached her thighs now and she worked her fingers as best she could. The snake began to slither off, presumably to its den to digest its prize in peace.

The air in the snake was becoming stale, the paralysis had left her breathing quite shallowly but she was quickly running out all the same. The burning was up to her waist, hand and pussy both engulfed in the sensation. Feeling had numbed in her feet, the limbs still there but the nerves corroded away. She felt a finger fall off as the acid worked its way through. She hurried, trying to achieve orgasm before the acid took her pussy away. It was an unnecessary effort, for losing her pussy, her most sexual of spots being dissolved for nutrients by a snake she had raised and cared for, was ultimately what drove her over the edge, coming in absence of physical stimulation, rapidly burning through her remaining oxygen as she convulsed in pleasure before blacking out.

Nana was again coming as she woke up, sprinting through the portal as soon as she was able to gain her footing. She ran, looking for another beast to submit to. She ran into the Giga wild boar she named Gil-chan, and after throwing herself at it the beast gored her with its tusks. She died as she bled out in the dirt, a trio of smaller boars tearing out her entrails. Again she came to, in more ways than one, and again she sprinted out into her safari. This time she was bitten in half at the waist by Drasuke, a large dragon like creature. She didn't know if she bled out or drowned inside his stomach. She awoke, she ran, she was fucked and torn apart by a pack of alien wolves. She awoke, she ran, she drowned as a large shelled sea creature bit chucks out of her while dragging her into the dark depths. Over and over she was devoured and occasionally fucked by alien fauna, and over and over she woke, only to run right back through her portal.

She was standing up, preparing to run through again when she felt something grasp her shoulder. She tried to throw it off, to remove the hindrance preventing her from going through the portal to her paradise. The object held firm, she tried more vigorously to shake it off and was met with a slap to the face that sent her flying backwards into a wall.


She shook her head, trying to collect herself together, trying to focus on what she was hearing.

"Nana! Wake up!" she heard her twin sister's voice call.

She stood up woozily, trying to make sense of her situation. She looked up and saw Momo staring at her, one eyebrow raised. She looked up at a clock on the wall and saw how much time had passed, school had been over for over an hour. Nana sunk to her knees, a horrified expression on her face.

"You're finally back?" Momo asked. "I tried calling out to you twice, but you just ran right past me. Looks like you were having fun though."

Nana felt despair, she had gone hours over what she had accounted for, and now Momo had found out. She was the absolute worst person to find out about this, with the possible exception of Rito.

"Don't worry [i]Onee-san[/i], I can be convinced to keep a secret. Shall we discuss terms?" Momo said, ironically stressing the title with amusement in her voice.

… … … … …

Later that night Nana was lying in bed. She had managed to survive for now, though she barely remembered what she had agreed to in her panic. She was sure she would come to regret it, whatever the contents of the deal. As she lay awake she thought about the day's events. When she thought about Rito, about him eating her and making love to her, she still felt strong desire. She now knew her feeling of love for Rito, no matter how unbidden, were true. She knew that it was only a matter of weeks or days before she confessed and threw herself at Rito, and she knew she would just have to come to terms with that. But even at his most bestial Rito didn't hold a candle to what she had experienced today. She knew that she had found a new hobby, that today would not be that last day she entered the safari not as a caretaker but as prey. Fitful sleep took her, dreams of gnashing teeth, and roiling acid, belonging to beasts and to That Beast alike.


=Do Not Resuscitate (Cons, Strangulation)=

Mel woke with a start, roused by the sound of her own painful coughing. She sat up in bed, drawing in painful breaths between coughs. She put her hand to her throat, feeling the swollen bruised skin as she massaged her neck. Pulling her hand away she saw a few flakes of dried blood on it. Looking over at the other side of the bed she saw her boyfriend, Brian, sat up and reading on a tablet. On the bedside table next to him was the garrote they had bought yesterday.

"You– *cough* You're such a tease. I thought for sure I wasn't waking up this time." she said, pouting at her boyfriend as he idly advanced a page.

"Mmph." He noncommittally responded, not looking up from his book.

"You get such a ferocious look in your eye when you're wringing my neck, one of these days you're gonna kill me by accident, and that wouldn't be nearly as fun! I'm honestly surprised it hasn't happened already, you should probably get around to strangling me the whole way soon." she said, poking him in the side with her foot as she teased him.

Brian put down the tablet, grabbing her foot with one hand and tickling it with the other. Mel shrieked, giggling as she writhed for several seconds before successfully slipping from his grasp and bounding from the bed.

"I'm going to go make some tea, someone gave me an awfully sore throat but was too inconsiderate to follow through on the cure. Do you want any?" Mel asked as she pulled a pair of panties from the floor up over her ass.

"Sure, thanks Babe." Brian replied as he returned to his book.

Mel skipped off to the kitchen to make her tea. It was always so exhilarating when she got to start off her day knowing she had barely survived the previous nights festivities, the marks left on her neck a constant reminder to not only herself but to her friends and colleagues as well. Even so, the thought that these mornings might be numbered, aroused her even more.

Several weeks passed, and the couple had just returned from an extravagant dinner for Mel's birthday. Their waitress had been pretty cute and seemed to think Brian was too. Mel had spent most of the dinner teasing Brian about her, saying things like "It's such a shame you're taken.", "If only there was some easy way to get rid of your bothersome girlfriend you could have had a shot at her.", and "Variety's the spice of life, why keep this old model around when you could try something new?" all while rubbing her bare foot on the crotch of his pants under the table. Mel was a little tipsy as they walked in the door, but she had been careful to not drink too much, wanting her wits about her for the violent birthday sex she anticipated.

Brian blindfolded her in the entryway, and led her into the bedroom. That afternoon she had been forbidden from entering, and Brian had spent a couple hours in their banging about.

The blindfold was lowered from her face, and Mel looked about the bedroom. Hanging from a new beam over the center of the bed was a suspiciously noose-shaped object, wrapped in wrapping paper. Squealing in excitement Mel rushed to the bed, tearing the paper away before running her hand along the coarse rope. Brian moved to the head of the bed where a loose end of rope was hanging and grabbed onto it.

"Hold tight to that end Mel." he said.

Mel gripped the noose tightly and nodded to her boyfriend. Brian gently pulled the rope down and the noose rose, defying Mel's tight grip. Brian gave his end of the rope a quick tug and gently let the rope feed upwards into the contraption, the noose lowering in turn.

"Nothing on the noose end will change the noose's height, but from this end I can easily raise and lower the noose with just a light touch, weight is a complete non-issue, even if there were three of you in it struggling at once it would still work perfectly fine." Brian explained.

Mel clambered across the bed to her boyfriend, sealing his lips with hers in a hungry kiss. Tongues clashed for several seconds before Mel pulled back breathing heavily.

"I hope you didn't have any other plans for the rest of the evening, because we're testing this thing out right now." Mel said.

"Knew I shouldn't have bought those opera tickets." Brian joked, slapping his forehead, as he began to unbutton his shirt.

Mel hopped off the bed, untying the string holding up her slinky backless dress and letting it pool on the floor at her feet. It seemed she had foregone underwear that evening as she was now nude save for her heels and earrings.

Brian grabbed a length of rope from a night table and pushed Mel face first into the bed before tying her forearms together tightly behind her back. Mel moaned as the rough itchy rope was coiled around her arms and pulled tight, digging into her soft skin.

Brian finished undressing before clambering up onto the bed. He lowered the noose until it was laying flat on the bed then slipped it over Mel's head. He pulled her hair free from the noose before tightening the knot until it fit snugly, not enough to impede breathing, but enough so it wouldn't slip off. He then leaned back against the headboard and slightly spread his legs, semi-hard dick displayed and an expectant look on his face.

Mel smiled and wriggled her way up the bed before taking his dick into her mouth. With her arms bound she had difficulty getting an angle where she could effectively work his dick, but she managed to maneuver her knees beneath her, and that got the job done. She bobbed enthusiastically for several minutes, working her tongue expertly and taking him in deep. It took very little time for him to get fully hard in her mouth, and not much longer for him to start grunting in the way she recognized as meaning he was getting close to blowing. Mel was expecting his salty load to fill her mouth at any second when she was suddenly jerked backwards. She coughed roughly but scrabbling legs quickly found new purchase and was able to breath easy as she knelt.

Brian let go of the rope and slid down the bed, position himself so his hips were in line with Mel's and the noose. He put one hand on her hips, guiding her down onto his hard cock. He fucked her like this for a few minutes, bouncing her hips up and down, the noose still slack enough to not impair her breathing. Next he pulled the noose up a little, just enough that it would choke her at the very bottom of the down strokes. Mel would choke, coughing when the pressure released, breathing in the small gap between cough and the next down stroke. She quickly came like this, strangled cry cut off as she gushed on Brian's cock. Brian didn't let up, raising the noose just a little higher, leaving Mel only able to breath at the height of the up stroke. She had to fight the instinct to cough or she wouldn't have enough time to suck in air.

Brian continued like this until he felt Mel have her second orgasm, her pussy constricting around his cock in the most pleasant of ways as she enjoyed the kind of pleasure she could only experience while deprived of oxygen. Brian pulled the noose even higher, pounding in an out of Mel with a rhythm where she could not breath at all. He would do this for a few minutes at a time, right up until just before Mel's well trained lungs would run out completely, before letting up to let her cough and suck in air. He would only give her enough time for a few desperate breaths before pulling her back down again.

Things continued like this for several cycles, Mel cumming three more times before Brian felt himself getting close. Brian yanked the noose a few inches higher. Mel jolted upwards, knees lifting off the bed. Legs flailed wildly as she tried to get her them beneath her, to stand, to breath, but Brian grabbed her hips and pulled her back down.

Her neck was stretched to its limit and she was well and truly being strangled as Brian pounded in and out of her, racing, trying to finish before she passed out completely. Her eyes were flitting wildly, a delirious expression of pain and ecstasy displayed across her purpling face, her tongue bouncing as it lolled out of her mouth.

Brian pulled down hard on her hips as he began to empty himself into her. He watched her face closely as he came, watched her deranged smile disappear as her face slackened and her eyes unfocused. Brian collapsed back on the bed, breathing heavily as he stared fixated at his girlfriend swinging body. He sat their for several minutes as he collected himself, watching her sway.

He felt himself gradually begin to harden again, and slid back down to enjoy her hanging body one more time before he drifted off to sleep.

Brian gently woke the next morning to bright sunlight streaming in the window. He spent a few more minutes admiring his girlfriend's swinging corpse before getting up, starting his day with a quick shower. He threw on a clean pair of boxers before beginning to clean up from the night before. He picked up his tablet and opened a home security app. He navigated to a list of locks and selecting the second of two label "Brian Office" typed in a code and hit enter.

Next he lowered the noose to the bed before loosening it and slipping it from Mel's head. He ran his hands along the ligature marks on her cool neck, feeling the damage the rope had done. He pulled off her heels and earrings, throwing the heels on the floor and the earrings on her nightstand. Next he picked her body up, walking through the house to his office. With one foot he was able to swing the bookcase he had unlocked earlier away from the secret door. He entered a second code in to a number pad next to the door, which buzzed with a green light and swung inwards. Carrying Mel's corpse Brian descended into his basement lab.

The most prominent feature of the lab was a large cylindrical vat, filled with a translucent green liquid, a body identical to Mel's floating neutrally in the center, a cable connected to the back of it's neck. Brian laid Mel's body on it's side on a bench next to the vat, brushing the hair aside exposing the back of her neck. Next he grabbed a cable with a long sharp needle on it's end and slid it into her neck at an upward angle, sinking it into small machine attached near the brain stem. On a tablet he opened up an app named "Test Application (3) (2)". Perhaps if he ever felt that he had developed this technology to a commercial level he'd have to come up with a real name. He navigated the app for a moment before tapping "Test Connection". An LED near the end of the cable lit up flashing yellow for a few seconds while the screen display "Testing…". Momentarily the light turned green and the screen read "Test Successful". Brian tapped another button labeled "Backup and Transfer", the light turned yellow again and the screen flashed "34:20 remaining".

As he waited Brian walked over to a large fridge, he opened it up and pulled out a tray label "Viable". Here there was a few rows labeled "Un-chipped" and one labeled "Chipped". He grabbed a vial from the row labeled "Chipped" and held it up to a light, examining the small embryo within. Satisfied he inserted the vial into a port on the vat. He checked the transfer, saw over twenty-five minutes left, and left the basement, going to the kitchen and putting a kettle of water on the stove.

He read a book to kill some time. Once that water had boiled he made tea and prepared a tray with two cups, and once he had finished that he returned to the basement. The tablet screen displayed "Transfer Complete". Brian hit a button on the vat and the liquid began to drain the body gently falling to the floor. Once drained the glass rose into the ceiling and Brian stepped over a small lip. He disconnected the cable attached to the body in the vat and it receded into the ceiling as well. Next carried the body over to a chair, the glass lowering behind him and the liquid beginning to refill. Once full the cable descended back into the vat, the embryo from earlier now attached to the end of it.

Brian cut the long hair of the new body to match the style the old one had worn, then with rinsed the body with hose, the cut hair and vat goo disappearing into a drain on the floor. He gently toweled the body dry and began applying makeup and nail polish, he used a cloth to smear the makeup, matching it to how the old body's had looked after an evening of fatal debauchery. Picking up the old body he deposited it in a large compartment in the fridge, later he would recover the chip from its neck to be reused and then dispose of the body. He knew a dim-witted butcher who hadn't seemed to catch on yet that every body he brought looked the same.

He gently picked up the new body, carrying it up the stairs, and out of the basement. He closed the secret bookcase shut behind him with his foot before carrying the body through the house and into the bedroom. Laying it on the bed he grabbed the noose and tightened it around the body's neck, he needed to impart some damage to keep his ruse from being discovered. He had to be careful though, to not let his instincts drive him to do too much damage, that had been a real nuisance in the past. He yanked a few times on the rope, digging it into the skin, he pulled it side to side, trying to make up for real damage with some surface level friction burns. Then he slipped the noose off, and satisfied with the damage he raised the noose up to the ceiling. Now he just had to match the cum he had left dripping from the last bodies cunt. He enjoyed himself but it wasn't really as good a fuck as a dying or barely dead woman.

Brian slumped onto the bed next to the unresponsive body, breathing heavily. Preparations were nearly complete. He moved the body under the sheets as if it was just asleep, retrieved the tea tray from the kitchen, and climbed into bed next to the body. Opening the app on his tablet he clicked a button labeled "Suscitate" before quickly tabbing to his book. He didn't really know if it was a real word, but after a few misclicks he had needed a better name. His first thought had been of the word "Resuscitate", but since the bodies hadn't been previously alive he had settled on dropping the "re". The name amused him, and that was enough for now, and at least it wasn't called "New Button (4)" anymore.

The bodies eye's shot open and it's back arched as it drew in it's first ragged breath. It coughed as it's inexperienced lungs filled for the first time, and it sat up, breasts heaving as it collected itself. The body looked around, looking up at the noose briefly before settling on Brian's face and scowling.

"So how'd you like your birthday?" Brian asked.

"It– *cough*, It was almost everything I could have wished for." she replied. "Almost. I was so certain I wasn't waking up this time, you hadn't even cum yet when I passed out. I hope you didn't hold back, I *want* to die for your pleasure, not survive by averting it."

"Don't worry, I had my fun, check for yourself." Brian said, gesturing at her covered lower half. Mel pulled back the covers and spread her legs, she inserted a couple fingers into herself pulling them out with a bit of cum dripping between them.

"Your off the hook this time buddy." she said, licking her fingers clean. "But if I keep waking up like this I might start to suspect that you don't actually have any intention of killing me. Maybe one day you'll wake up to a text saying I bought it on my own at some club, and that wouldn't be nearly as satisfying for either of us." she said grumpily, arms crossed beneath her breasts.

"I wouldn't worry about that. You want some tea?" Brian asked offering a cup from the tray.

Mel's eyes lit up and she accepted the cup happily, massaging her throat as she slowly sipped at it.

"I suppose you are good for something, guess I forgive you. Man, who'd believe it? Falling for a guy who can't even bother to kill you right." she said, shaking her head.

Brian leaned in for a brief kiss, leaning back he smiled.

"Love you too, Babe." he said.

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