Sorry about the double post (hoping this one doesn't do it)
Nobles and Clones
It was the year 3000. Mankind had brought itself to the edge of extinction some centuries earlier, by way of nuclear war. In the wake of the devastation, most of the surviving population was left unable to produce offspring, with only a few hundred bloodlines left able to procreate. These families had inherited all of the wealth of planet Earth, and when the war had ended, they had made changes. Society was divided into two groups, aristocrats, those of the stable bloodlines, and slaves, those grown in cloning facilities to cater to the every whim and want of the nobles. Cloning had been perfected in the wake of the wars, it was cheap and easy, and with the cheapness of cloning came the cheapness of cloned life. Clones were grown of past celebrities or designed from scratch, on the whim of the creator. The nobles grew hundreds or thousands of slaves for each of them, then had to deal with overpopulation. The result was that clones were killed as a regular part of life.
Schools were established for the Clones, and those who proved themselves more intelligent could rise through the ranks and hold respectable positions, although they would always be subservient to even the lowest noble, but they comprised less than five percent at high school graduation. College graduates were perhaps ten percent of these. The staggering numbers of clones meant that every day at school, any infraction, any failing, would be answered with immediate termination, with their meat being used to feed the rest of the world. And that was just the ones who got to attend school, the majority of clones were created not by the communal government, but by slaughterhouses growing them only for their meat, or by individual families. These families would use them for food, entertainment, even love. It was the requirement of nobles to produce offspring, but they didn’t marry, they didn’t often commit to each other, children were raised by clones, and it was a cold society for the highest of the elite, living only to indulge every craving over a lifespan that with new science would last centuries. It was not uncommon for lower or younger nobles to take a clone as a short-term romantic interest, or for them to take some career, it was not needed by society, but a decade in any profession would provide a fun distraction for any noble who had grown bored. Such was the case for Luna.
‘Morning Luna!’ called Fred cheerfully. Luna smiled and waved back. The people at the termination facility were so friendly, that was, she decided, one of the best perks of the new society. All of the workers here were Nobles, not employees. They came to work here when it suited them, and as a result everyone was happy to be here and around each other. Walking away and doing something else meant nothing to them, and the result was a very pleasant and cheerful work environment…for them. The same could not be said for some of the Clones brought to the facility. This was a government facility, not enough girls failed in school to feed the remainder, and although the Nobles would kill a girl or two for food as needed (or for any other reason or whim), the rest of the Clones had to eat. This facility was the slaughterhouse to accompany a massive cloning facility, one of more than a dozen in this city alone, the cloners produced a huge number of Clones, and these slaughterhouses were equipped for Nobles to kill them however they pleased.
Luna patted the sliver of midriff she left exposed in this outfit while they waited for the first clones to arrive. She was, like everyone else in a society where cloning and cosmetic surgery had reached a level where it was art instead of science, objectively pretty. Tall, with large breasts, jet black hair and pale skin, she closely resembled the old Earth actress Kat Dennings. This was not an accident, even though she was not a clone, cosmetic science before and after birth allowed any Noble to look how they liked. Her parents had arranged before birth for her to have her remarkable figure, and Luna had had her facial structure tweaked to more closely resemble the woman she found so funny and engaging in old Earth videos. As Luna admired her body, she heard the beeping of trucks outside, the first group of Clones had arrived.
Meeting the Meat
Luna and the other Nobles smiled in anticipation as the doors opened and the Clones to be killed that day were ushered in. Ranging in physical appearance from 10 to 25 years old, the clones were all actually only a few weeks out of the growth tanks. Each was programmed with any knowledge that they might need in various duties, then as they were designed, computers randomly assigned each one a personality. As a result, not every Clone would have the same reaction to their circumstances. Some were scared of course, but others were bored, curious, or in a few cases excited or even highly aroused. Some of the Nobles held back, while the majority went over to the group of girls and started lining them up, rubbing, squeezing, kissing, and talking to the Clones. Most Nobles were perfectly happy just picking a few girls to play with and kill over the course of the day, selecting the ones who caught their eye. Of course, this was food production, the Nobles were outnumbered dozens to one by the Clone girls, any who didn’t get picked by the first group of Nobles would go to the second, those who wanted to work off anger or other bad emotions, those who wanted exercise, or those who just wanted to watch girls die, they would take the remaining Clones and simply massacre them.
Luna joined the first group, feeling up a few of the Clones. She only liked to take two or three per day, and she really enjoyed finding fun ‘playmates’. Her choices depended on her mood, but Luna had been feeling under the weather and wanted just one quiet cuddle buddy today. She moved into the group, greeting a few of the Clones, feeling some up and seeing how they reacted. She saw one who immediately drew her attention. The girl was a clone of the 21st century actress Ellen Page, five feet tall, small breasts, baby face…..and since it was Ellen, Luna couldn’t tell if she was supposed to be aged to 13 or 30. The small girl was standing at the very edge of the crowd, looking down and trying not to be noticed, even though she knew that it couldn’t possibly save her. Luna smiled fondly at the cute girl and adjusted her top as she started over. Clones were grown to be sexually and romantically attracted to any Noble, it might take a bit of effort to crack the shell of an especially shy or feisty one, but Ellen WOULD want her, even if Luna hadn’t been stunning. Luna’s smile grew, she had her prey, now came the fun bit.
She strolled over and rested a hand on the munchkin’s shoulder ‘hello honey. I’m Luna. Let me guess…they named you Ellen, right? Those cloners aren’t real creative naming girls.’ The tiny young lady looked at Luna, eyes wide with nervousness and open excitement ‘yes ma’am, I’m Ellen…..it’s nice to meet you ma’am’ Luna laughed ‘oh sweetheart, just call me Luna. Here, let’s sit on one of these couches.’ She pulled the girl into a gentle hug as they sat. ‘so we both know it’s not real, but tell me a bit about yourself? About the memories and such that they gave you, what makes you…you honey?’
Ellen took a moment to consider the question, subconsciously snuggling up closer to Luna, bringing her back in contact with the Noble’s large breasts. She hadn’t been thinking about the movement, but Luna couldn’t help noticing that Ellen’s nipples had visibly stiffened, poking against her thin t-shirt. Luna smirked, then her attention was drawn back when Ellen started talking ‘Well, the memories they gave me don’t really matter, but I like reading and snuggling, and…..’ the two chatted for a while, Ellen was as cute as she looked, she loved puppies and candy, and all things fluffy. She was afraid of death, but more than that she was afraid of not being loved. She wanted more than anything to feel loved and protected, even when she was being killed, and she wanted the people around her to be happy. Like most Clones, she was a pleaser at heart. Luna could work with that. She was going to watch Ellen die and she would enjoy it immensely, but Luna enjoyed forming bonds with the girls, Ellen would believe that Luna cared because the Noble would ACTUALLY care about her.
As they talked, Luna caught Ellen looking at her breasts several times, envious and a little hungry, Ellen wanted to play with those tits and she wore her heart on her sleeve about it. Luna pushed her chest forward a bit, in her hugs she made sure Ellen came in contact with them, she teased the kid while they talked. After about half an hour, Ellen could hardly contain herself, she was breathing fast, she had gotten a bit sweaty, and she was fidgeting with the effort to not start touching herself or the brunette bombshell. She rubbed her arm and looked almost panicked. Luna burst out laughing ‘Alright kiddo, you did good, I’ll stop teasing you’ She pulled her top off, slowly, seductively. Not that Ellen needed seduction, sedation would have been more appropriate. As Luna’s shirt went up and was pulled over her head, her 34DD breasts popped free, bouncing into place. Ellen forgot how to breathe or blink for several moments, then looked Luna in the eyes, pulling her gaze up with difficulty. She raised one tentative hand and Luna chuckled, ‘Not yet sweetie, your turn’.
Ellen was more of a timid girl, but she was so worked up that she would have done ANYTHING Luna asked of her, and her shirt was off in half a heartbeat. Her perky A-cup breasts were high and firm and her nipples were almost painfully erect, but almost as soon as she removed her shirt, Ellen was hit with a wave of paranoia and inadequacy, her breasts were tiny like the rest of her, but next to Luna the difference became comical. Her cheeks turned bright red, and she looked down, praying that Luna wouldn’t be disappointed. Luna was silent for a moment….and then burst into fresh laughter, pulling the smaller girl close ‘Oh my goodness, you little tits, the look on your face…you are SO CUTE!’ She kissed the little girl full on the lips. Ellen eagerly returned the kiss, moaning as Luna bit her lip, then squeaking in surprise and delight when Luna reached to Ellen’s little breast and gave her nipple a solid pinch. Luna smiled as she took advantage of Ellen’s surprise, leaning the smaller girl back to be flat on her back, with Luna straddling her. Ellen squealed with joy and reached out to finally lay hands on those magnificent breasts, rubbing and squeezing the soft mounds, sitting up to kiss them, then she pulled Luna down for the main event.
Three hours later, the two young women were still on the couch. They were completely naked, drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted, and both basking in the glow of countless orgasms. They simply lay there, spooning, Luna behind with her hands on Ellen’s cute tummy and Ellen with her head between Luna’s tits, better natural pillows than anything all of the technology in the world could ever create. Her face was streaked from tears of joy and utter bliss, and she was pleasantly sleepy. Ellen knew that her fun and her life were nearly over, but she was at peace. She had enjoyed almost an entire day of Heaven with the woman that she had come to love and she was loved in return. It almost felt like a mercy that she was going to die, because she would be going out on the highest of notes, if she lived for centuries like the Nobles, there would never be a day as perfect as this.
It was good that Ellen was not worried about her short future, because the crowd of girls to be dispatched had thinned considerably, and the facility would close for the day before too long. “You ready?’ asked Luna. Ellen nodded with a sleepy half smile as she stood up, Luna gave her little bottom a pat before standing as well. They went to the back of the room where the ‘terminal toys’ were located. There were only two Nobles left. A pretty blonde Luna didn’t know, looking at the body of a 2016 Miley Cyrus Clone, suspended by a noose, her usually pale face a lovely shade of purple, and her tongue pushed out. Conforming to facility policies, she was wearing a pull-up, the front a light blue and swelled, showing that she had not gone to her death with an empty bladder. The Clones were given a drink before being brought to the slaughterhouse, some Nobles liked for them to piss at the point of no return. If the Noble didn’t want that or didn’t want the Clone to have to wear the pull-up, they would simply be instructed to use the bathroom before termination.
The other Noble present was Fred, the friendly guy who had greeted Luna that morning. As with everyone else, he had shed his clothing over the course of the day. He had been playing with a young Asian girl Clone. She was not a Clone of any celebrity Luna recognized, but that was not unusual. Any technician in any cloning facility could design a new one in just a handful of minutes of boredom, then send the new design to be grown in a tank. This particular girl was aged to maybe 12 years. She had bright eyes and short hair that was basically a pixie cut, and she was just cute as a button. She was locked in a Lopper, the device resembled a large paper cutter, the girl would be put on her back, so her breasts were accessible and her face could be seen, then her hands were cuffed at her sides, and a strap went across her torso, just below the little girl’s cute budding breasts.
Fred smiled ‘Hello ladies! Seems like you’ve been having a nice time, I was just about to see Lily here off. I know you’re probably pretty much set for today Luna, but if your little friend has any interest in playing with Lily for a moment, I wouldn’t object.’ Ellen looked to Luna, who nodded encouragingly, then she stepped to stand next to the little Asian, who was watching her with wide eyes. Ellen stroked Lily’s hair, then leaned down to kiss her gently. The younger girl eagerly accepted the distraction, whimpering into Ellen’s lips. Ellen stepped aside so she would be out of the path of the blade, then looked at Fred and indicated the sharp metal with her eyes. Fred grinned and placing his hand on Lily’s little chest and budding tits, took the handle, pulling it toward the child’s soft, pale throat. Ellen pulled her tongue in just before the blade made contact, but didn’t break the kiss, just using her lips. Lily jumped as she felt the cold touch, but kept kissing until Ellen stepped back to avoid getting bloody. The Lopper was pushed down manually, combined with the fact that face-up meant that the spine wasn’t hit first, beheading with this device could go more slowly and the victim would feel more of it. Lily kicked feebly, but didn’t give into darkness until the blade was nearly halfway through her neck. Fred pushed the blade through and added her head to his little pile as her body twitched and bled. Fred grinned ‘Well that was fun! Ellen, it’s been a pleasure meeting you, I hope you have a nice death, and Luna, until next time’ he walks away whistling, stopping only to grab and slip on pants before heading home.
Luna turns to little Ellen, who is still shaky tired from their afternoon of indulgence. Luna smiles ‘So, the blonde lady left, it’s just you and me and Miley’ she smirks and looks at the cold body in the air, rope still around her neck. ‘Ready for lights out?’ Ellen nods, stifling a yawn. She really is worn right out, an endless rest doesn’t sound bad at all. Luna passes Ellen a pull-up ‘alright then honey, how about you just slip that right on. I was thinking I might hang you. Smaller girls are so cute in a soft noose. It takes a couple minutes, but it really doesn’t hurt too bad. It’s uncomfortable, but the nooses here just slowly move and tighten to cut off blood to your brain, you’ll get dizzy and dance a bit looking for the ground, but it’s not a bad way to go. Do you have any strong objections?’ Ellen’s face lit up a little bit as she was adjusting the pull-up, she kind of liked how it felt, ‘No, that actually sounds beautiful!’
Luna smiled and took the little sweetheart over to the row of nooses hanging on winches. Ellen went over to one of the sinfully soft reinforced crushed velvet nooses and rubbed it against her cheek. Luna couldn’t hold it in, the munchkin was just too cute ‘Aww! You like that one honey?’ Ellen nodded, still stroking the luxurious material. Smiling, Luna got up behind the little girl and put the noose around her soft throat like a pretty black necklace. She stepped around to Ellen’s front again, adjusting and getting the noose just right. “Okay baby, how’s that? Are you all set?’ without a word, Ellen just wrapped her arms around Luna, hugging her and resting her head on those squishy bits of heaven. She looked up at Luna, her eyes brimming with tears and full of love ‘I’m ready, thank you for making today so wonderful Luna…..I love you.’ Luna returned the hug, rubbing Ellen’s little back, and she kissed her before stepping back to the control panel ‘I love you too Ellen, see you on the other side in a few hundred years’. Then she pressed the button.
Ellen heard the whirring of the winch, and a moment later the noose began to rise. She stood on her toes, but it was not going to stop until she could not find the ground. The velvet tightened on her pretty throat, and the next thing Ellen knew, she was airborne, she couldn’t see it, but Luna had adjusted her winch to put the two girls at a height where Ellen could look her in the eye, meaning that the smaller girl was several inches off the ground. Ellen instinctively kicked and stretched, her body looking for the ground that her brain knew she would never feel again. Her cute, soft feet arced, her toes pointed, but it was no use. The started kicking, not a wild dance, more of a slow walk, but her tiny breasts wiggled with each movement. The noose was growing tighter, the pressure on her throat forced her tongue out. Worse than the relatively minor pain in her neck and jaw, worse than the difficult but not impossible task of breathing, Ellen was getting dizzy, blood was not reaching her head nearly as well as she needed, and it was like the worst vertigo ever…or not unlike some trippy drug, Ellen decided that she actually didn’t mind the interesting feeling. She didn’t mind much….she didn’t FEEL much of anything, she realized. So this was what dying felt like, this wasn’t bad at all. Ellen felt her diaper get warm, then there was a growing light that filled her vision, a rushing sound…then silence.
Luna watched the beautiful dance; she watched Ellen’s face turn red, then purple. She watched the pull-up turn yellow and swell a little, and she watched as all traces of life left her. And when it was over, she saw that Ellen still had a smile on her face. She got up, brushed Ellen’s cheek, already cooling in the chilly room. She kissed those soft lips one more time, then got dressed and left for home. Ellen had been exactly what she needed to break out of her depression, and Luna was grateful, but Ellen was one Clone, there would be more and Luna looked forward to playing with them.
Looking forwards to reading more!
Luna got back to her home, following a gym detour to work off her arousal from the hanging, and she was exhausted, every muscle in her body was sore, most were knotted. With a deep sigh, she pulled off her top, went to the fridge for a beer, and sat on the couch, mentally kicking herself for not stretching before her workout, especially after an already long and physically intense day. She downed the beer in moments, then heard soft footsteps behind her. Luna smiled as petite hands found her shoulders, working them with a gentle and talented touch of someone who had worked sore muscles many time, and knew exactly what her patient and lover enjoyed.
Luna leaned back, and Emma kissed her upside down. The slender girl was a Clone of Emma Watson, physically aged 25. She wasn’t a Noble, but Emma had been able to graduate from university, and had met Luna shortly after. She had been looking for employment as the personal assistant of a Noble, as this was a highly sought-after job, with benefits like a reliable home, and that no Noble would be so rude as to kill the household employee of another, at least without permission. Luna had agreed to give Emma a shot, warning her that if she wasn’t satisfied, Emma would wish she had never knocked on the door. As it happened, Emma was an exceptionally talented assistant, and Luna wasn’t very demanding at all as far as Nobles went. Luna just wanted Emma to have dinner ready when she got home every night, and to plan small dinner parties Luna hosted from time to time for other Nobles. This arrangement left Emma with a lot of time, so she had also taken up a position teaching math at a local school.
They had gradually fallen in love, Emma in a more submissive and devoted sense, and Luna in a protective ‘you won’t last forever, but for now, you are mine and you are dear to me’ sort of way. Luna would have Emma killed at some point, but the Noble had grown fond of her and was in no hurry. Emma had lived with Luna for nearly five years, and in that time she had made only one request that she had felt REALLY strongly about. As a Clone, Emma had no right to demand anything, and Luna had absolute power, but her death mattered to her. When her time came, Emma had asked that Luna do it herself, with her own hands. But for now, none of these things mattered. Emma was here, the lights were off, and Luna just wanted the quiet, unconditional love that the younger girl provided.
Emma came around to the front of the couch, and Luna tugged her hand, pulling the smiling girl onto the couch and into her arms. They kissed, and Luna squeezed Emma’s smallish, incredibly perky breasts a little bit, but she was too tired to be horny. Her muscles were unwinding nicely, Emma had that effect, it was hard to be tense when she was there. Luna pulled off Emma’s shirt so their bare torsos could touch, then she wrapped the two of them in in a blanket and just held her lover in her arms until sleep claimed her.
Emma was gone when Luna woke the next morning, she had left a bowl of freshly cut fruit on the table, Luna’s favorite breakfast, she felt that it was better to leave meat for the later meals, it didn’t sit well in her stomach first thing in the morning. Luna smiled as she read the note next to the bowl
I’m off to work, you looked to peaceful there on the couch, I didn’t want to wake you up to say goodbye.
Don’t forget, you have that lunch with the Robertson’s at 3. Their daughter Susan failed her Full Citizenship exam and lost her Noble status, so they are hanging and grilling her, so don’t be late! I’ll see you when that is over.
Luna sighed, she had forgotten. Nobles were usually safe from culling, but at 16, each was required to take a test, pass and you were a Noble in full, fail and you were an Omega, a former Noble with basically the status of a Clone. Most families opted to kill Omegas soon after the test, as punishment and to remove the stain from the family reputation. Luna wanted nothing more than to watch a mindless action movie, but she did like Ira and Glen Robertson. She went to get cleaned up, idly wondering if they would give Susan a quick death or cut her one bite sized slice at a time.
Across town, Emma was teaching her class. They were 4th year students, all female, all Clones. The growth tank meant that they could be aged to any point before they were ‘born’, so while the students were all in their fourth year of education, they varied in physical age from 11 to 24 years old, some Clones of celebrities, some designed, and some randomly generated. Emma had just finished teaching them about Ellen, Gimli, and Nixon, the woman who had perfected cloning, and the first two presidents of the reformed society, more than 600 years previously. As she wrapped up the lesson, Emma took a stack of papers from her desk, and the room grew quiet. Every Friday, the students took a test on the lessons of the week, Emma graded them over the weekend, and on Monday, the students with the three lowest scores on the Friday quiz were culled.
Around the room, there were a spit, a guillotine, which the school felt presented a better image than Loppers, and a spit. Emma would announce the three condemned students from highest failing score to lowest, and the students would choose the method of their deaths in that order. The spit was slow, and exceptionally painful, the girl who was subjected to it would often need to be almost fully impaled, dying from internal bleeding before her heart gave out. Unsurprisingly, Emma in three years at the school had only seen a girl who did not have the absolute lowest score choose the spit twice, once because it was the student’s greatest fetish, and once by the #2, who knew her best friend was #3 and wanted to spare her from that.
Emma looked at her gradebook, girls who frequently had failing grades were very tense. Only the three lowest would be terminated today, having a failing grade wasn’t an automatic death sentence, they had until the end of the quarter to be passing overall, but it wasn’t a good sign. Emma consulted her grade book, then informed the class ‘The student with the 3rd lowest score, the lowest who will be killed today is…..Brianna H, with a score of 52%, stand on up Brianna. You know the drill, come up to the front of the room, strip down, fold you uniform neatly and put them in the box to be assigned to another girl next year, if you didn’t use the bathroom before class, put on one of the pull-ups on my desk, then go stand by the device you choose to die at.’
Emma smiled throughout her instructions, she wasn’t upset with her student, someone had to be the lowest. Death came meaninglessly for most Clones, this was just practical, hardly even considered a punishment by society. Only the spit was a punishment, it was deliberately more painful than the other methods to motivate students to not be THE lowest, it discouraged laziness. Society taught them that they had plenty of resources, the world would always improve as long as people tried, even if there were setbacks. Failure was another chance to learn, or have your death teach others, it was only an unwillingness to try that was considered unacceptable. If a student left a question blank on a test, they would not be one of the three, they would be thrown into a cell and left to starve. They made no effort for society, and society made no effort for them…….it very rarely happened, Emma had never had a student leave a question blank.
Price of Failure
Upon hearing her name, Brianna started to tremble. A Clone of Brianna Hildebrand from the 21st century Deadpool movie, Brianna was 5’2, 110 pounds, with 34B tits and dark brown hair that she kept just barely longer than a buzz cut. She had tried to act tough and cool throughout school, but right at that moment, she was just another scared little girl. She stood on shaky legs, biting her lip, her mind racing
‘oh shit, oh shit, oh shit….pull yourself together Brianna! Ok, deep breath. You knew that graduation wasn’t going to happen, you barely passed last year. Besides, it could be so much worse, Miss Emma is nice. She’s letting you pick how you die, and she usually gives the girls at least a kiss before termination. Never seen her torment anyone…..ok, just gotta keep it together for a couple minutes and nobody will ever have seen you cry.’
Brianna made her way to the front of the room, fighting to control her trembling…and feeling a bit tingly. She realized as she unbuttoned her school shirt that once she had accepted her fate, the idea on her class seeing her die naked had really started to turn her on. She removed the white shirt, standing there in a red sport bra. The school uniform was the top layer of clothing, underneath was up to the girls. Being a runner without much interest in getting attention, and with precious little cleavage for drawing attention no matter WHAT she wore, Brianna had opted for the soft and breathable sports bra, it felt good for her. She folded the shirt and placed it in the box Miss Emma had provided. She pulled the bra over her head and placed it in the box as well, only then realizing that she was now topless in front of her class, with VERY hard nipples. A moment ago, the idea of being nude here had aroused her, now she was terrified. If a classmate laughed at her, Brianna didn’t know what it would do to her composure.
Seeing the distress of her student, Emma cleared her throat
‘Brianna is clearly highly aroused and conflicted right now. I have seen more girls die than I could possibly count, and I assure you Brianna, and the rest of you when your time comes, whatever you find yourself feeling in this position is COMPLETELY natural, no matter what you felt about death before or how it matches who you think you are, and if anyone feels the urge to shame Brianna, go right ahead….it’s really very easy to set up the spitting machine for multiple consecutive impalings. Please continue Brianna, we have some time right now, but there ARE at least 2 other girls who will be terminated after yourself’
Brianna nodded, still scared to die, but less concerned about her other worries ‘thank you Miss’ she said softly as she shed and folded the rest of her clothes. Her pussy was wet with arousal, and she blushed crimson, but none of her classmates commented. None of them knew who had the lowest grade, and even if the other girls who were going to die had a decent idea who they were, none of even those were willing to needlessly go to the chair. Brianna considered slipping on the pull-up, it offered some shred of covering, if not dignity, but she really didn’t care for how it had looked on other girls, so she opted not to, she HAD used the restroom. She went to stand by the guillotine.
Emma came on over, grabbing the plank from its spot leaning on the wall. She set it in position and motioned for Brianna to lie on it, face up. Brianna looked at the plank and started to cry, she couldn’t help it, but she didn’t resist. She turned around, quiet tears running down her cheeks, and she allowed Emma to position her on the plank and get her strapped in. The heavy leather straps and steel buckles over her ankles and just below her breasts carried an awful weight and finality to them. Emma produced a pair of handcuffs, locking them on the little girl before sliding her into place, closing the lunette. Brianna’s chest was heaving at this point, she was quiet except for her heavy breathing, but she was definitely quietly sobbing.
Emma knelt down, rubbing Brianna’s toned belly, speaking softly ‘shh, honey just relax. You don’t need to worry, maybe you should have worried while you studied for the quiz, but it’s simple now. One quick click, the blade comes down, and your life is just over. It hurts for less than a minute.’
Brianna cried out in horror ‘a MINUTE????? I thought it would just be immediate, what do you mean a….swishh!!’
As the child was having her panic attack, Emma triggered the device. The heavy blade was unlocked and slid quickly down the track. Brianna’s tender neck provided no obstacle at all. There was a heavy thunk as the blade came to rest, then a softer thump as Brianna’s head landed in the basket. Her now roughly 4’6 corpse jerked hard. The plank slid back and tilted down automatically, allowing the blood to flow out the stump of her neck and down the grate under the guillotine. Her body continued to shiver and twitch for several seconds, fingers and toes wiggling, the movement intensified my pills schoolgirls were given to improve the show during terminations.
In the basket, Brianna’s head was still alert. The pain in her neck was intense, but it paled to her panic. Brianna blinked, tried to scream, but she couldn’t work her mouth, and she no longer had her lungs or vocal cords. Without lungs….one thought flooded her mind ‘OH GOD, I CAN’T BREATHE! OH GOD, MOMMY!’ Brianna was so consumed with the horror of realizing that she might asphyxiate, that she hardly noticed the darkness at the edge of her vision. Her thoughts became unfocused, which was itself deeply unsettling and scary, and if Brianna had noticed, her death nearly a minute after her head came off, and the oblivion it brought would have come as salvation.
Emma looked through her gradebook.
‘Okay, who is up next?’
Something new, never posted before! :)
Last Day at Last Chance
“And……Erin, you kiss Lacey!” The children giggled, the crush between those two was well known. There was blushing from both girls, and then eager smooching. There were three girls in the room.
Tiny Asian Erin, brown skin, flat chest, skinny, with a shy exterior hiding a true masochist beneath. She was adorable, even to her peers. Her walking into a classroom often prompted a squeal similar to that earned by a puppy, or a hug to the bosom of a more developed classmate. She was a submissive pleaser, she was perfectly content with all of this, she liked making people smile, but her true happy place was when she was being hurt. Choking, spanking, cutting. It was forbidden to leave a permanent injury beyond a faint scar on a classmate not slated for death, but she embraced her cuts and bruises, always hoping for more.
Lacey, curly blonde hair, retaining a good bit of baby fat and sporting C cup tits despite the three girls only being 13 years old. She acted all flirty with other girls, but was a total tease. She was very reluctant regarding anything more than kissing or cuddling. She was a virgin, likely the ONLY teen virgin at their school. She had been naked around her peers many times. A model for science class and art, both culinary and sketching. Many gym activities were in the nude, and boys frequently popped her shirt open in the hall. She was no stranger to nudity, but she could not be compelled to engage in sex acts, and she had so far refused. She had caused more cases of blue balls than any other student, and most of her peers would NOT miss her. She and Erin had an unspoken but in no way secret love for each other. Lacey had terrible nightmares, Erin was happy to play her teddy bear. And Lacey was a pro with paddle and riding crop, which absolutely delighted the smaller girl.
And Andrea, the tallest of the three, red hair, freckles, and super cute and perky A cup boobies. She was the class nympho, always looking to fuck, suck, lick, hump, whatever. She was well liked in their grade, she would take any lover for a night. No matter how shy or awkward, funny looking or unpopular, male or female, they just had to ask. She had been dubbed the ‘welcoming committee’ for new students. She was insatiable. Any act, and kink or fetish, and position or place, any hole. There was no desire her partner or partners might have that was too odd or dark or unspeakable for Andrea to be perfectly comfortable with it, she had no limits. And she would get off on all of it. Andrea prided herself in never having had an encounter without all parties having achieved orgasm. She always craved another. She bragged about one party the year before where there had been 6 people, she had personally brought each of the other 5 to climax at least twice apiece, and cum 14 times herself before the marathon fuck ended. One of her partners had been hospitalized after dropping from exhaustion and dehydration.
The three girls were students at Last Chance Correctional School. If a girl under 28 committed a crime, any crime right down to jaywalking or littering, they were given a choice. Time at Last Chance, 5 years if they were under 18, and until they turned 28 if they were 18 or older….or immediate execution. The catch was that they roomed with 2 other girls at Last Chance, and if one girl broke the rules, all three were put to death. It was meant to teach responsibility and help them emerge as productive members of society, accustomed to being part of a team. The reality was just a high mortality rate.
Lacey was the only one of the three girls to retain any fear of death, she was also the one who had broken the TV. It had been an accident, but she had spent the past year refusing sexual favors to various staff members, so it had been written up as deliberate destruction of school property. No appeal, no way out, three terminations set for the following morning. The perpetrator in cases like this had no say over the method of death or what was done with her before. The other two technically didn’t either, but it was well known that the staff didn’t usually care very much and would humor special requests a lot of the time, especially for well-behaved students like Erin and Andrea.
Lacey had been beside herself with remorse, apologizing over and over again to her friends, begging for forgiveness. Neither of them had any meaningful fear of death in a society where seeing a friend hanging from a traffic light was just a fact of life and the odds of surviving through high school were only as good as 50/50 if you were really gifted. Neither of them had ever seriously intended to survive through their sentence, they had only come here because more time meant more sex than a quick walk to a death facility, they truly didn’t mind. They had gone back to their room, used ‘Brownie Points’ for good behavior to get more blankets and pillows and snacks from the school store, and set up a fun little slumber party to relax and play until the executioner came for them.
A little after midnight, Lacey decided to unwind, push her boundaries. There wouldn’t be another chance, and it’s not like she would have to live anything down. She pulled her shirt off and exposed her beautiful tits. She pounced at Lin, who was just giddy. They kissed and groped and rubbed and panted. Andrea wasn’t quite sure what to do at first, wasn’t sure if they wanted her to play, which was fine, she was happy to masturbate, but the two lovebirds weren’t having any of it. Lin grabbed her and pulled her into what quickly became a rough, noisy, sweaty pile of happy, horny munchkin flesh. A few hours later as the sun was coming up, they all snuggled in the corner. Drenched in sweat, trembling with exhaustion, and basking in an afterglow they figured would see them through their deaths.
At 8AM, the executioner opened the door and smiled fondly at the sight in front of her. Lin was sleeping with her head on Lacey’s chest, and Lacey in turn was little spoon to Andrea, all sleeping soundly. The room smelled like an orgy. Good, Sarah the executioner thought to herself, she was very compassionate, if not merciful, she liked it when her little ‘playmates’ found comfort in each other before coming with her. They were her only assignments today, and she had an exciting day planned for them. She went from one to the next, stroking cheeks, gently shaking shoulders, offering soft words to rouse them from their dreams.
The three doomed girls rubbed their eyes, yawning and taking stock of the woman tasked with ending their lives. She was young, mid to late twenties,and she was BEAUTIFUL. nearly 6 feet tall, golden hair nearly waist length, a very athletic physique, a picture perfect ass, and toned muscles head to toe. Her abs were firm and defined without being too hard to be an inviting place for a young girl warming her bed to rest her head and feel comforted. And her tits, mouthwatering, stretching her crop top. Firm and heavy and just a pair no girl could help feeling jealous of. The children didn’t know it, but Sarah had had a pheromone chip implanted under her collarbone. She had taken seduction and romances classes and excelled at them, and her looks alone could win over almost anyone in a society that had abandoned uch simple concepts as sexuality and just loved freely, but she wanted everyone to love her. She wanted every one of her little victims to want her, and the pheromone chip really gave them very little choice in the matter.
“Hello ladies, I’m Sarah, I’ll be killing you today!” she said brightly, with a little laugh. Sarah loved her job. The kids were so cute, she got to express her creative artistic side, she appreciated the beauty of a girl transitioning from life to death, she was a productive member of society, and the job had certain other perks. She was exempted from involuntary termination, meaning that she could keep this job and live a long life if she pleased. The bored her deeply, Sarah planned to train a successor and have that girl subject her to the breaking wheel on her 30th birthday. The wheel wasn’t something Sarah used much as it was incredibly cruel, but something about it she couldn’t express aroused her beyond words, and she often dreamt about how badly she wanted to die upon it. The other perk was that she could have one condemned slave at any given time. Any girl who was subject to her mercies, Sarah could give them a stay of execution and take them as a slave. They were still condemned to death and would be executed when Sarah was done with them, but she could take them, use them as a sex toy, or treat them like a proper girlfriend if she wished. Any activity, of any intensity, for any length of time. She could take any girl for this, no questions asked. The only condition was that she could only have one at a time. If she took a second, one was required to be dead within 24 hours. So there were definitely perks. Sarah loved her job and made no effort to hide it.
The girls were now all properly awake, and openly admiring her. She smiled again, tousled their hair “Okay honies, let’s go play”. She led them down the hall, let each use the bathroom, then took them to her playroom. She had every imaginable instrument of torture and death, from simple nooses and knives to a Jessica 3000, electric chair, guillotine and a bronze bull. The girls looked around with wide eyes “Okay, regulation is that since Lacey is our little troublemaker, she has to die last, watch you two go. I read all of your files and personalized your deaths. Erin, your death with take a while, so Andrea is gonna go first”. The girls were okay with that, Erin was visibly excited.
Sarah strapped Andrea into a large wooden chair, like an electric chair with no wires, which Andrea commented on, Sarah smiled “That’s actually exactly what it is. It was the electric chair of the girl who trained me. She wanted to go out riding the lightning, and she also wanted to be the LAST person zapped by Little Shocker. So I hooked up some special upgrades, strapped her in, and gave her a super real shocking. We actually blew out the electricity to the whole building. She was long dead at that point, you couldn’t even recognize her, but I wanted it to be memorable. So I upped the volts until the wiring caught fire, that’s the cool dark lines all over. After that was over, I just pulled everything off. It can’t shock you, but it’s still great for restraining people. There, too tight?” Andrea should her head, the only bit of her not strapped right in. She felt so helpless, so powerless…this was awesome!!!
Sarah patted her head again and produced two pills and a glass of water. “I think you’re gonna like this sweetie. Red one weakens your heart to a dangerous degree, that one is going to hurt a bit, but not terribly, kind of like getting the wind knocked out of you. The green one…..that’s more fun. It raises sexual sensitivity and libido through the roof. Ten minutes after you take that, I can have you squirting with a little nipple tweak. It also makes multiple orgasms not just easy, inevitable, and they kind of feed into the next. It doesn’t have any really practical use because once they get going, the orgasms usually don’t stop until you’re sedated……but with that other pill, they build until your heart gives out. You literally orgasm to death. How does that sound?” Andrea squealed and wiggled, panting and really bearing a strong resemblance to a puppy. She had rubbed her thighs together and triggered a small climax just during the explanation. Sarah smirked “Thought so”. She gave the eager girl the two pills, as well as inserting a vibrator so powerful it frightened a lot of girls. It would read her pulse and brain waves, kicking in as soon as the pills were properly in her system. Sarah finished her work and settled back, waiting for them to kick in and the show to start.
Andrea squirmed, any residual fear of pain or death swept away by anticipation for what would be by definition the most intense sexual experience of her life. She was wet and every nerve was lit up. The large sex toy stretched her cute sex nicely. A few minutes after she took the pills, Andrea felt tightness in her chest, like a small child was sitting on her. A couple minutes after that, it felt like a grown man…but the other pill was ALSO kicking in, and every breath, every squirm sent erotic tingles through her body. She felt something building, and then the vibrator activated. It was like getting punched in the pussy, and with the pills, it triggered an orgasm like nothing she had ever known. She arched her back as much as the restraints would allow. Her vision was stars and red, she tried to scream, but nothing came out. Before she could begin to process, ANOTHER wave hit her. The toy was still buzzing like mad, every heartbeat felt like she was getting kicked in the chest, but she wouldn’t have traded it for anything. There was a vague feeling that her thrashing may have dislocated a shoulder, but it was distant, there was only the orgasm. She felt liquid, she must have squirted, she couldn’t remember. Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, although one joyous scream did escape, all she could do was ride.
Her audience watched in amazement, all three masturbating furiously. Sarah had just gotten the pills a few weeks before, and it still stunned her to watch this. It was not artistic or subtle in any way. There was none of the quiet beauty she loved, both in the girls she fell for and in the prettiest deaths. It was raw, animalistic, unrestrained. Here was a girl taken over by the most basic urge, but most natural pursuit of all things. They had aid different things in the past, but the modern hierarchy of needs puts sexual gratification above all things. Above love or confidence or survival itself. And when Andrea finally expired, it was as savage as the rest of the experience. Her heart popped, ruptured, with a wet crunch that could be heard from several feet away. She tensed, arched her back one last time. Blood came up, out her mouth and nose, running down her cheeks and neck, then she slumped, every inch of her skin flushed as red as her hair, soaked in sweat. Her party was over.
The three viewers to this spectacle sat in absolute silence for a moment, until Erin gasped for air, reminding the other two that they had forgotten to breathe. They were just silent, catching their breath, collecting their thoughts, then unrehearsed, a collective and shaky “wow”. Sarah recovered first, she stood up and walked over behind adorable, tiny little Erin sitting on a bench and kissed the top of her head “Well that was amazing. Are you ready baby?” The kid nodded, her brown, almond shaped eyes not leaving the corpse in the chair. Sarah scooped her up, Erin may have been 13, but she looked 10 and weighed nothing. Sarah sat her in another chair “I love Asian lolis with super short hair, I’m just gonna give you a pixie cut real quick.” It was a statement, not a request, Erin didn’t get a say, but she didn’t care, she’d have said yes to pretty much anything that HAD been requested of her in that moment, and she just smiled and nodded agreeably.
Sarah smiled and hummed as she got the scissors and started snipping. Erin shivered as the cold scissors touched her neck, Sarah rubbed her skinny little arm. Her shoulder-length hair fell away until she only had about half an inch left. Erin felt her head, the nex texture was odd, and strangely exhilerating. Sarah rubbed her head and laughed “Okay, maybe a bit more than a pixie, SO cute!!!” They went back to the middle of the room, Sarah rolled out a strange rack, Erin studied it. From the position of the straps, it was like nothing she had seen in Bondage 101. It seemed like the occupant would not be upside down, but….on their stomach?
Sarah patted it “This is my go-to toy for girls who like pain. It for something they don’t teach in class, the blood eagle. I’m not going to tell you about it, they say things hurt more if you aren’t ready. What I will say is this, I PROMISE even you, a little pain slut who has never me her limit, you’ll have all the pain you could ever want” she pointed at a previously unnoticed camera in the corner “And that catches everything, then puts the videos on the school site for purchase, so you three will help fund the school, and be famous!” Erin was feeling VERY warm and tingly by this point. Sarah got her strapped down, the redwood feeling sticky against the flat chest of the loli. Not redwood she realized, bloody wood. She was so overwhelmed by the stimulus of this day already, that thought was just exciting.
Sarah rolled out a cart with a number of tools on top. Knives and a small hatchet, an electric cauterizing iron….Erin was a total masochist, but looking at these evil goodies over the top of the rack, she wondered if perhaps this was going to prove to be too much. She had taken beatings and cuts and a broken arm and loved it all, but her heart was racing, this stuff looked….intense. Sarah called over to Lacey ‘Hey Lacey, come here cutie, we’re going to play a game. You know how to play tic-tac-toe?” Lacey replied affirmatively. “Well we’re going to play….but with these. Just let me get the board set up real quick.” Erin REALLY wished she wasn’t stuck staring at the floor, her imagination was running wild, trying to figure out why the game would be relevant right now. “One more thing” said Sarah “open up”. Erin obediently opened her mouth, and Sarah inserted a large green ball gag. Erin bit down, and Sarah fastened the strap behind her head. The tiny Asian actually relaxed a bit, she loved being gagged, it was familiar and comfortable.
“Okay,now we’re all set, here comes the board”. Erin felt a sudden cold and intense pain by her shoulder, moving down her back, Sarah was carving a tic-tac-toe grid into her back with a knife! Erin grinned intensely around her gag, even as she tensed and groaned in pain. This was intense, but it was just cutting, she liked cutting, this was hot! She didn’t try not to scream, screaming was a way to let the torturer know she was doing a good job. They had always been taught that everyone screamed under the right torture, the mark of a true masochist was if they would beg for it to end or not, if when given the choice between having her throat sliced or being whipped again, would she choose the lash or the blade? Erin was instinctively trying to pull free of her bonds, every instinct was to flee, but her deepest core loved it, she would NEVER plead for death to release her from this.
Once the board was set up, a three by three grid, Sarah grabbed a hose and used a powerful blast of icy cold saltwater to clean the excess blood. Erin howled in pain, strained at her bonds….and came right then and there. Sarah handed Lacey the knife “Alright honey, you go first. Pick X’s or O’s and carve out your first square!” Erin braced herself, she knew Lacey didn’t have much practice with knives, so this would probably be slower and more painful than when Sarah did the cutting. A moment later she was proven right, it felt more like tearing than cutting, Erin was pretty sure it was O in the center square. 10 minutes later, the game was over, ending in a draw, and Erin was struggling to catch her breath. Her back was a mass of red, broken pretty much only by the spots where bone was visible. The little girl had cum twice more, and she was finally satisfied, her desire for pain satiated….but it was FAR from over.
Sarah rubbed her head again “That was fun! …..Time for the part that’s gonna really hurt”. Erin tensed, ooh boy. Sarah took the knife again and there was more pain. “There, you can’t see it, but I exposed your rib back here, so I can do this…..”. Erin didn’t see Sarah heft the beefy gardening shears, but the pain as the blades powered through her rib was truly blinding. The loli tried to scream, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t even breathe. She lost track of what was going on, but she was able to see when Sarah held the rib in front of her face. Sarah smiled broadly and said “that was so cool to see it come out like that! Six of those on each side, woohoo!” Erin finally felt true terror. She was a masochist, but not like this! She screamed into her ball gag, trying to beg, shaking her head.
To her shock and confusion, Sarah actually stopped. The older girl touched her hand, then gently removed the ball gag “Do you want me to stop honey? I thought you liked pain?” she looked genuinely confused. Erin nodded, completely exhausted “Please, I’ll do anything…no more”. Sarah hugged Erins head between her tits “I am so sorry baby. For most death cases, my job isn’t to make you beg, it’s to give you a death that’s not too easy, but I try to make it play to what you like. Your file said you had never found your limit….I’m really sorry”. Erin shook hr head as Sarah stepped back “No…not your fault. I always loved pain, that tic-tac-toe was the greatest thing ever…..I just didn’t know pain like the next part could exist. I LOVED the game”. Sarah smiled and patted her head one last time “Alright, I feel better about that, let’s get you checked out of here”. She showed Erin the knife, dripping with blood, and Erin smiled and exposed her neck. A line of cold fire traced across her throat, but it was the level of pain that was an old friend. Erin closed her eyes and moved on.
Sarah sighed as Erin went limp, and walked over to Lacey, hugging her from behind. “That….was pretty emotionally draining” she squeezed the blondes plump tits, teasing her nips in slow circles. “Lacey, I’m gonna level with you, I don’t have another creative snuff in me right now. I actually had to kill my pet girl last night, we were drinking with my friend Jessie Adams, the Algebra teacher, you know her, right? Well my pet got drunk, called Jessie a vindictive idiot for failing her in that class last semester. So I hanged her. Now my bed was gonna be empty tonight, but a cutie with a bit of padding and such nice boobies, I’d kind of like to take you back with me. It’s your choice, I could just drown you now, but if you’d rather have maybe a week, I could really use some company?” Lacey had tears still running down her face from the emotions of this day, but she turned and hugged Sarah back, feeling a profound calm “I’d like that”.
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Nurse Alex walked through the medical ward. A clone of Ariel Winter, without the breast reduction, she was one of the very few Clones to have survived secondary education and the other hurdles to end up with a real job. Clones were technically allowed to become second class citizens if they met certain requirements, but very few did. Alex had survived 12 years of standard school, the aptitude test to qualify for higher education, and 2 more years of intensive medical school. Even of the Clones who GOT into medical school, maybe 5% survived. To still be alive after a full year as a nurse as Alex currently had was a minor miracle. Aside from the academic requirements being FAR more intensive than what a Noble was subjected to, nurses of any status were subjected to beauty and fitness requirements.
Alex worked out several hours a day, kept a carefully engineered diet, and was gifted with the kind of figure that would make an nun in the World That Was break her vows. And she STILL accepted the fact that any given day on the job could very easily be her last. Complaints about performance were counted as strikes, three strikes meant retirement. Any malpractice meant retirement. Any property damage she could pay out of her modest salary meant retirement. Any slip below the standards of fitness, or failure to obey any order from ANY free Noble meant retirement. That didn’t sound terrible, but ‘retirement’ for a Clone in this hospital meant a live gutting at a staff picnic.
The facility Alex worked in was for ‘Beta Noble Dependants’. The medical technology existed for no Noble to actually have to die. This obviously wasn’t sustainable even with the near godlike advances in technology and resource production, so a solution had been found. The children of Nobles were already considered reasonably expendable. The government offered various levels of insurance for Noble students of the various schools. For parents who would live hundreds or thousands of years and could have as many children as they pleased, it often wasn’t worth it to them to buy good insurance, especially since many Nobles didn’t bother with in-utero medical care and disabilities and chronic issues were not unheard of. Good insurance and such in-utero care were available and very affordable for all Nobles, but usually only preferred by those who had lived a few centuries already and wanted to actually be parents and have a family, instead of just having a child, which most regarded as little more than a novelty.
The low end insurance only covered a certain expenditure of money or other resources, after which point the insured COULD be released from the plan to move on and make a choice from there, but the more standard plans specified that they were to be euthanized at that point. Alex worked at a lower-end hospital, and that was one of her duties. She would tend to the youngsters who were still covered, in whatever way she could, and she would terminate the ones who were no longer covered. Alex loved her job. Her contact lenses showed the wristbands of each patient in either red or green. Green meant they were covered, red meant that Alex or any other staff member was free to terminate the wearer as they saw fit. Loss of insurance didn’t mean that they had to be terminated immediately, it just meant that in the absence of a ‘release clause’ in their policy, they were to be given no further treatment, they were property of the facility, and they could not leave the hospital alive. The patients were not aware when their armbands changed.
Today Alex was targeting one she had waited to go red for a while. The girl was 11 years old, skinny as anything, although not anorexic, she just had a host of issues that kept her from having much appetite or putting on any weight. She had migraines and seizures and nightmares and aches and pains and fevers. Alex loved her job, but sometimes she hated these policies. The girl had gone red because her treatment had exceeded the budget. But she had been a lost cause from the first day, the tech existed to fix her, but without hefty premiums, it was only available to free and full Citizens. She had been destined to die here since before she arrived, but the insurance company insisted on running out the clock to avoid parents suing for wrongful termination. If Alex had her way, the girl would have been euthanized weeks ago, saving her what Alex calculated had been hundreds of hours of JUST crying because she hurt too much to sleep. Now her armband was red, and Alex could help her find peace.
Alex put together a cart of things for this particular visit and pushed it down the hall. She stopped at the door and knocked before walking in. Little Jill appeared to be having a rare painless moment, lying on her bed, reading a picture book on her Low-VR headset. She hadn’t been able to play much with her peers over the years, which left her somewhat emotionally stunted. She was a friendly enough girl, but her hobbies and interests were largely those of someone a few years younger, not at the very cusp of puberty. She heard Alex come in, and shut off the headset.
The adorable munchkin, who was not a Clone, but still bore a very strong resemblance to Miley Cyrus at that age, propped herself more upright against her pillows and her face split in a wide smile “Alex!” she squealed happily. The two had formed a special bond, with Jill viewing Alex as very close to a big sister, and Alex having a similar affection for the girl she referred to as her ‘sidekick’. Alex wasn’t able to get in every day, sometimes a week or more would go by waiting for the stars to align for Alex to have a free moment and Jill to not be in serious pain. Alex had been at her side for a lot of the worst days, but her being there for a light pain day was a rare and special thing that never failed to delight her little buddy.
Alex closed the door, all smiles “Hey! How’s my big girl doing?” Jill blushed, Alex could never figure it out, but she seemed to like that opening “Better now” she replied happily. Her shirt was soaked in sweat, clinging to her scrawny frame. Alex felt a moment of sadness, but pushed it aside. Jill loved her, she loved Jill, and the pain stopped today. The time for sadness was over “Wasn’t all an easy day, huh?” The munchkin shook her head “They think it was a little heart attack, and I got some aftershocks. Those are the little ones after, right? It’s what the doctor said, but it’s fine now”. If Alex hadn’t resolved to make the pain stop, her heart would have broken again.
“ You’re right, it’s okay now. Everything is going to be okay now. Hey, what do you say we get that sweaty thing off of you?” Jill giggled “only if you do it too!” This was a part of their special little bond. The day they met, the doctor had been looking to hear Jills heartbeat. Medically there was no reason, but to amuse the doctors, hospital policy was that any procedure or checkup involving the torso be conducted with the patient being topless. Jill was not a very confident girl, she had been hesitant. Alex had been bringing medicine and noticed, so she whipped off her own shirt and teased the loli that nobody was going to be paying enough attention to judge her body now. It had eventually become routine, Jill thought almost nothing of her nakedness around the doctors, but they still kept up the game. If Alex was around and Jill had to take her shirt off, Alex did the same. Alex didn’t care, she was a Clone, she didn’t mind as long as her tits stayed attached to her body. And Jill saw Alex as more of a sister than a romantic interest, but she was still open about liking the view. She did have a pulse after all….for the time being.
Alex laughed and tousled her hair “You know it!”. The little girl grinned mischievously, she knew Alex would be happy to display her boobs at any time for any reason or none, but Jill never asked without her own shirt needing to be off. Keeping it a little special and a little bit of a game many it feel like a tiny coup every time. Jill pulled off her shirt, exposing her flat chest. Alex touched her chest gently, circling her little ant bite nipple on the left with one finger, coaxing a smile and shiver out of her patient, then felt the heartbeat slightly to the other side. It was erratic, and Jill visibly winced, she was still sore from the multiple heart attacks. Her insurance had run out as they stabilized her, but before she had been given proper painkillers. Alex had expected this, and took an ice pack from her cart “Lay down cutie, put this on your chest, It will help….no I haven’t forgotten, little punk” Alex laughed and booped Jill on the nose, then unbuttoned her own shirt. Jill’s heart sped up painfully, but she didn’t care. Those 32F tits made her forget her problems, every single time.
Alex had brought candy, Jill had a real weakness for chocolate, but the hospital staff hadn’t been allowed to give her anything sugary since she came here, over concerns about what it would do to her fragile system. They were lying in bed, spooning when Alex reached to her cart and produced the wonderful treats. Jill squealed in delight, then paused “So I guess this means oday is the day I get snuffed?” Alex nodded, never having it cross her mind to deny it. “Yeah, I’m sorry kiddo”. Jill shrugged and popped a fun-sized Andromeda bar in her mouth, chewing with relish “So boobies, candy, and now you tell me no more pain? Why would you be sorry? This is the best day I’ve had in months!!” Her smile was completely genuine. Jill had never told Alex because she didn’t want to upset her buddy any more, but she had spent many sleepless nights contemplating suicide. She was in the arms of her beautiful best friend, she was eating candy, and she was going to be free. She wasn’t putting on a brave face, she was actually happy.
Jill snuggled back, so she had her head in between Alex’s tits, and she flashed the older girl an upside down smile “So how will you do it? ……you WILL do it, right?” Alex rubbed her belly reassuringly. That was another discussion they’d had. Jill was a very affectionate, very emotional little girl. She wasn’t afraid of death, but just like with undressing for unknown doctors, she WAS very afraid of the cold and impersonal side of the hospital. She dreaded being killed by an anonymous doctor who just saw it as a job, so she had begged Alex to make every effort to at least be present for her death, if not the one to do it. Alex gave her an extra tight squeeze “Of course I’m going to do it, silly goose. I have a whole cart full of neat toys, but I will do this a bunch of times before they retire or just kill me. You only get to do it once, how would YOU like to do it? I can pick if you like, but we only ever talked about you being ready for it, not what sounded the least bad to you.”
Jill thought about it, Alex handed her another piece of candy. She spoke hesitantly “I….you know, I used to like some pain, it made me feel kind of tingly” her voice caught, tears in her eyes “but now….I’m so sore, and so tired just all the time. Even on a good day when nothing bad happens, I feel it from other days, and I’m afraid of the next one. I’m worn out….I just want it to be over Alex!” she burst into tears, and Alex tightened her hug, feeling very protective. Jill had been so happy to see her, but day in and day out suffering had taken a toll. “It’s okay, you’re okay. You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’ve got an IV bag with some really good painkillers. You don’t mind an IV, right? No big deal. So I’ll prick you just once, then pump you full of stuff that makes you feel good, then sends you to the long sleep. Does that sound good?” Jill nodded “Will you hold me while I go?” At this point if Alex hugged the little girl any closer, Jill wouldn’t be injected because she would suffocate between pillowy tits “You know I will”.
Alex got things going quickly from there. She hooked up the IV bag of muscle relaxers and sedatives from the local zoo, meant for use in small doses on large animals, she was going to give a large dose to a small animal. She got Jill a full shipping box of chocolate bars to keep her busy, and the little one lit into them with gusto. Alex smiled fondly, if the loli lived much longer, the stomach ache alone would make her wish she hadn’t. Then she sat Jill in her lap to insert the tube. Jill squeezed her wrist a bit, but didn’t make a sound. Alex taped it down and set a short timer. “All done, you’re my good brave girl” and kissed Jill on the top of her head. “There we go, just finish up your candy bar and lay right on me, we’ll just take a nap, just go to sleep.” Jill finished her candy and did just that. Alex lay flat on the bed, and Jill lay on her, Alex’s hands resting on Jill’s belly, and Jill’s head on Alex’s left breast.
There was a quiet click as the drugs started to trickle in. Jill squeezed Alex’s hand, getting a gentle stroke back “It’s okay, I’m here. Just close your eyes”. Jill obeyed, trembling a little. She had embraced the idea of death this morning, but with the lethal drugs in her veins and no way out, it was all starting to seem very real. Alex started humming, then softly singing ‘Somewhere over the Rainbow’, the older girl knew it was her favorite. Jill took another deep breath and just enjoyed the gentle melody. Her whole body felt heavy, and she was tired. The drugs were definitely kicking in. Somewhere in the midst of lemon drops and little bluebirds, Jill fell asleep, still sucking on a chocolate bar.
Alex didn’t know when it happened, but before the end of her song, she became aware that the little girl in her arms had stopped breathing. She finished singing just in case some part of Jill somewhere could still hear and take comfort…..then unhooked the IV, clutched the tiny corpse kissed her forehead, and had a good cry. Tomorrow would be work as usual. Alex knew Jill was better off now, and she still loved this job……but there were days she wished she’d never had to go through. Such was life at Beta Noble Medical.
I like your writing style. Very emotional characters and interaction. Makes it feel real.
I've been mostly posting in the 100 word ultra short stories thread. There's barely the space to include these, just super condensed kinky ideas.
This is the opposite. And I like it :-) Keep it going please :-)
thank you BlackRaven, I'm so happy you are liking them! I actually do want to do some shorter stuff, maybe a paragraph, I might try 100 words just to see if I can, but I am REALLY bad at it so far
I’m trying to write something shorter, but I’m just not good at it. I want every detail to make some kind of sense. I’m gonna do some short stuff at some point, but for now, just enjoy my vindictive little Airbender story :)
Earthbenders still need air
“Toph Beifong, you have been charged with twenty-three counts of gambling fraud, three counts of highway robbery, eleven counts of destruction of property, four counts of assault, and one count of conspiracy to overthrow the government, and been found guilty on all counts. In accordance with the laws of the Colonies, you have been sentenced to hang by the neck until you are dead. The appointed witnesses will now hear your final words, and your sentence will be carried out as written. You may now give your final statement.”
Toph squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control her breathing, trying not to cry. When the Gaang had come through the colonies, she hadn’t thought much of her crimes, they were at war. When the war ended, she hadn’t thought much of it either, assuming the colonies would become part of the Fire Nation legally, or go back to the Earth Kingdom, or be ruled jointly, any one of which would have been fine because the leaders of the nations had issued blanket pardons for those who had fought the Fire Lord, and those Fire Nation loyalists who threw down their weapons and submitted to the new leadership and laws. Choosing to start the new age with forgiveness and reconciliation and a fresh start had made more sense than years of trials to determine which crimes were unacceptable in wartime. Unfortunately for Toph, the Colonies had declared independence, and they did NOT take kindly to those who had caused so much destruction during the war. She had traveled back there, she had been recognized from her crime spree, and now the luck of the Blind Bandit had run out.
It had been a year and half since the war ended, Toph was a teenager now, actually just a couple months from her fourteenth birthday. She had grown an inch or so, but she would probably have grown up pretty tiny. But other parts of her had started to develop. Her hips and butt were still childish, but a bit fuller than they had been. Her chest was no longer as flat as her toned abs, still very small, but coming in, pale, with dark nipples topping them. Her pussy had plumped up just a little, and Toph had recently discovered the pleasures of masturbation. She was overall still a completely adorable little girl, the same at first glance and in her travel outfit as she had been during the war, but on closer examination, she had finally begun to blossom. And now it would be cut short, made even worse because as a supposed ‘security precaution’ she had been stripped nude, and stood on full display to the witnesses.
Last words? Oh she hd some last words for them all right “If you kill me, my friends will hear about it, and they will come here and kill you. You got lucky catching me, but you WON’T get lucky with them.” The magistrate chuckled, they were in a wooden room, and her wrists were tied with rope so Toph couldn’t see him, but she imagined from his voice that he looked very much like the spymaster from Ba Sing Se, the one who had killed Jet. “Oh little hellion, you insult us. We did not get ‘lucky’ catching you. We are a changed society since your last visit. We have now developed the tools and techniques to capture and subdue ANY criminal, no matter their nation or abilities, who wanders into our domain. Even the Avatar could not overcome our new techniques. And if any of your accomplice friends come to avenge you….well, they are guilty of nearly as many crimes against us as you are, we’ll hang them right here in this same room. Drop her.” Those last words were no longer full of amusement, they were curt, and not directed at Toph. This only processed in her mind a moment before the trapdoor opened underneath her feet.
The little blind girl was shocked, horrified, TERRIFIED. She had held out a hope, even a small one, that they would not do it. That they would rather let her go than incur the risk of her famous friends. She had been wrong. During the war, Toph had never really had TIME to be afraid to die. When they were on the move, it had been a distant thought, a possibility, but one she rarely seriously considered. When she was fighting and in actual danger, adrenaline and arrogance had kept it from her mind. She had felt it on the last day of the war, when she thought she and Sokka were about to fall from the airship. Surviving that day had INCREASED her feeling of invulnerability. But now, with no way out, no realistic means of escape, with her goose well and truly cooked, she was feeling the fear any other tween with a rope around their throat, she just wanted her mommy.
The trapdoor opened, and Toph was momentarily weightless. But she only fell about a foot, they wanted her to strangle, not break her neck. She felt weightless, but only for a moment. The helpless child hit the end of that foot of rope, and as it slammed tight around her neck, she became ACUTELY aware of every single ounce of her weight, few as they were. Toph was a strong girl, even without her bending, she could choke out an opponent with her thighs and have very little chance of them being able to remove her. She could lift and carry any of the Gaang off of a battlefield, even Zuko with difficulty. But her neck…..her neck was the same as any other teeny tiny 13 year old girl would have. Soft and pale and delicate, and not remotely suited to holding her entire weight or be squeezed by a coarse rope.
The noose dug in, immediately leaving bruises that promised to be deep and angry, and the impact of the knot hitting the side of her head nearly knocked Toph out cold, although she was not so lucky. The squeezing was wildly painful enough, but that was something Toph could handle….on her arm or leg. She felt the cartilage crushing under that merciless embrace, and the tugging, the skin under the rope being pinched and stretched. It was a sickening sensation, Toph felt like she would have vomited…again, if her specific situation hadn’t prevented that. She strained her arms, but the ropes they tied her with were strong, and she couldn’t get much leverage. Her lungs had started to ache at this point. In her other assorted agonies, oxygen had been forgotten for a few moments, but she was being painfully reminded now. Desperate for air, Toph started dancing.
She started slowly, nothing impressive. Wiggling, rocking to and fro, then a few powerful swings, to no avail. Then she drew up her legs and kicked off, bunny hopping, with the results being a mixed bag. Her legs were powerful, and she was light, so she actually did get some lift. She was able to nearly fill her lungs, and that was nice. But then she fell that inch or so again, and when she hit the end, the knot sucker-punched her again, and her throat was under even more pressure than before. She started kicking her legs, almost like she was trying to walk. She didn’t get any air from it, but for whatever reason it seemed to relieve some of the blinding pressure, so she did that. But eventually the air became her biggest concern, so she jumped again.
On and on, the cycle repeated. Jump to get air, then waste the air kicking to reduce the pain, rinse and repeat. Toph was not quite 80 pounds, and she was in INCREDIBLE shape. Outside of her budding little titties and a bit in her firm rump, there really wasn’t an ounce of fat on her. She worked out daily, she fought pretty regularly, and her time traveling with her friends had been both physically taxing, and frequently light on food. She had also trained her body to maximize every breath during a fight and increased her endurance through running several miles daily. Basically what this all meant was that she couldn’t have been custom designed any better to deliver a long and energetic noose dance. Her brand new baby breasts wiggled a bit with each hop and kick, and her stretching legs offered many uninterrupted looks at her tight and tiny pink slit. The room was warm (they were right at the edge of the Fire Nation after all) and she was fighting harder than she ever had in her life. She had already been crying for most of the ordeal, but now her taut body was soaked in sweat. It rolled down her, dripping off her feet, her nose, her nipples.
On top of ALL of that, Toph had never felt more alone. Even on her worst days, even when she was ABSOLUTELY sure she was going to die before, she’d always at least had the ground. Toph had never actually seen anything in her life. When she was told Aang had a blue arrow on his head, she knew what an arrow was, but ‘blue’ was a complete mystery. And she had rarely been upset by this, because the ground gave her all the sight she needed. She was more aware of her surroundings than any of her friends. And by this point, her feet had not touched the ground in half and hour. That more than anything else left her feeling completely alone, it broke her heart and shattered her confidence.
Every minute it became harder and harder to carry on. Her limbs felt like lead, her strength was gone, and her lungs weren’t even on fire, she was past that, they were just full of some unique and miserable pain. She finally gave up, she couldn’t do it anymore. She stopped fighting and simply hung there, twitching sometimes, but her fight was over. She felt her bladder release down her legs, she was too exhausted to care. She had two final thoughts, that she had never gotten around to asking Zuko on a date or confessed that her love for him was not at all platonic (and consequently had never had sex). And a fervent prayer that her friends would stay away. No avenging her, no visit to this place, nothing that would lead to them being in this spot. With that last prayer, Toph felt herself slip into merciful oblivion, and the story of the Blind Bandit came to an end.
Despite her prayer, the Gaang DID come. When they heard that Toph had been taken, they rushed to her rescue. Zuko could not leave his duties as Fire Lord, and he could not interfere with another nation, not without starting a war, which he wouldn’t do, not under any circumstances, no matter how much his heart screamed for him to lead army down there and burn the colonies to the ground until Toph was safe, he couldn’t do that to his people. But Aang, Sokka, Katara and Suki all left as soon as they heard about the arrest. They mounted Appa…only to arrive the day after the hanging. Upon seeing the naked corpse of their friend displayed above the gate, the group had gone into vengeful attack mode. All except Aang and Appa, they had hesitated just for a moment….and the crossbows on the walls had fired a dozen huge bolts, killing them both. The rest were taken alive, and promptly hanged just the same as Toph had been. Aang had been posthumously hanged and all of their naked bodies set over the gate, as a message.
It was not all in vain, the other nations had blockaded the Colonies, Zuko had insisted that it would NOT be lifted, not under any circumstances. Nobody would trade with them, and the Colonies were not suited for food production. Every man, woman and child starved to death without a shot being fired, and THEN Zuko had his forces burn it all to the ground.
TYSM Executioner! <3
I tried a new style with this one
Christy was a lucky girl.
Normally a girl who go her two front teeth knocked out in gym class would not be fit to be cooked in the way girls were supposed to aspire to. Normally, that girl would be taken to the butcher, had her head removed, and been cut up for parts after death. Not Christy.
The butcher was feeling generous. Christy was strapped into a heavy oak chair. Pliers were located, and the teeth below those knocked out were pulled. Christy screamed and wept. She was injected with Jessica Serum, which kept her alive until her head or heart was removed, or she suffocated.
A girl who had her front teeth knocked out would have died quick and painless, and been forgotten and served anonymously right next to the parts of those who graded B- or less, not Christy.
She was strapped into a special gutting rack. A small knife sawed open her toned belly, and her intestines were removed. She was kept awake and alert, and she sobbed through this as well. Everything that was not fit to eat was removed, and the space filled with vegetables. Then weeping Christy was sewn back up.
A girl without her two front teeth would have been placed on the guillotine, and after a single ‘whoosh, thunk’ her head would be tossed in a bin with the rest. Her family would have gotten a small sum, and that would be the last time anyone really thought about her. Not Christy.
She was held down by four strong men. The spit was pushed into her cute pink slit. Christy howled as the cold steel lover ruptured her cervix, her womb, her liver, and her vocal chords on the way through her body. She vomited blood, and hallucinated vividly before the bloody tip came out her mouth. The spit was thicker than normal, because the missing teeth gave it a bit more room.
An A-Grade girl with her two front teeth would have been treated much the same as Christy to this point, minus the tooth pulling. But her head would have been carefully removed at this time, pulled off the spit (ending her life) to be arranged into a smile showing all her teeth, and been displayed next to her roasted body. Not Christy.
Christy was placed in the dark as they locked a fireproof helmet around her head, tucking her hair inside. She felt the heat of the flames as her spit was carried over. She was placed over the coals, and Christy squirmed and writhed as the heat washed over her body. It was like setting her hand on a stovetop, but she couldn’t flinch away. Her vocal cords were shot, so she couldn’t scream. All she could do was weep, her tears steaming against the helmet and turning it into a tiny sauna.
An A-Grade girl would have been long past any pain or fear by this point. She would have been taken off the fire, and the headless body would have been presented to the diners to much polite applause. She would have been carved and served. Everyone would have eaten their fill and retired to the yard for entertainment. Any meat left on the bones would be removed for sandwiches or gravy or a hundred other things. The guests would all agree that the meal had been delicious. But they were used to such things, and even that girl would have been forgotten in a few short days or weeks. Her head might be kept as a memento….. One among many. Not Christy.
Christy was taken off the fire. She was delirious, feeling the worst heat stroke imaginable. She was medium rare, but didn’t know it. The extra thick spit had air holes for her to breathe, so she lived, but her muscles were mostly dead, with only small twitches, and the ruins of her vocal cords barely able to produce a whimper. She felt relief at being taken off the fire, but fresh pain when she was brought to the table and they started carving her alive.
A regular girl would generally not be harvested until high school or even later. Her body would pick up years of bruises and bumps, small scars or burns. Broken bones that had not set quite right. There would be years of illnesses and sleepless nights. Of fears and anxiety and stress. Of hard work, of hopes and dreams that would only be dashed when her grades or physical came in too low for citizenship and she was taken to the butcher. Not Christy.
Christy was 13, in 7th grade. She loved playing soccer more than anything in the world, so she was in excellent physical shape, toned all over. But she had the baby face, and the soft and pale budding boobies. She had taken her fair share of scrapes and bumps, but never suffered the broken ribs from the boys football team practicing tackling the girls. She had not reached the age where bad grades meant death, so she hadn’t found herself crying from the stress. She had never had to deal with her own wild children, or had to answer to an employer. She had not had the heartbreak of her first crush leaving her. And in the two hours between that first slice on the table, and her being allowed to die, as her ribcage was cracked open, and her pussy carved out, Christy helped pioneer a new serving style and became famous forever.
Christy was a lucky girl indeed.
These, are truly fantastic! I hope you will continue with the Nobels and Clones stories I love the setting, and you have rare taste in girls for a guy! I approve! Is, "Last Chance," set in the same universe? Also these stories would be perfect for , RavishU.com some of them could even work at dolcettish.com(do you post there?)
Thank you Executioner! <3
Thanks Janny! I DEFINITLY intend to do more with Nobles and Clones, those are just a bit more plot-dense, it takes less time to do a bunch of the one-offs, but I do have more half-finished work set in that one. I didn't imagine Last Chance as the same universe (not saying it isn't, it doesn't break any of the rules, and it works just fine there, just that it was a happy accident. But the hospital one is :)
As far as my taste in girls 'for a guy'…….check out my screen name ;)
I don't like Dolcettish because they are sticklers about age and I like to write what I feel at the moment, but I'll check out the other one!
You are way better than 88% of every post on ravishu.com but there are a few jems, and you would stand out!
Second: OOPS! Now your taste makes more seance. Not enough of us actually get to writing in this genera. Thank Gods your hear! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE! :-*
Here's another one, my goal I might have mentioned is to post something every weekend. it might be short, but SOMETHING :)
Vanessa Addams pleaded “Please Daddy? I’m a good girl, I suck you good, I’m a good fuck, I eat my broccoli, I get good grades and keep my room clean, please give me one more chance?” Her father smiled, patted her head. The chubby 4th grader was bound tightly to a chair with no bottom “Oh sweetie, normally I would, I don’t really CARE if you break a bowl. But you and your sisters have all been good girls, this isn’t a punishment, you just made it easy to choose who would ring in the new year for us. I still love you. Ready folks?” he called that last bit to their friends, gathered in the backyard for the festivities. It was one minute to midnight, one minute to the new year “ Let’s hear it for Vanessa, giving her all to entertain us!” The group erupted into good-natured laughter
“And here…we…go!!” her father leaned down and with 36 seconds to go, lit the 30 second fuse. Vanessa screamed and strained and wept, begging her beloved daddy not to do this, but it was WAY too late. The neighborhood parties were hosted at a different home each time, and each host was expected to do something to make it memorable. They had spent the afternoon packing the loli with fireworks, some big, some small, all types. Modern explosives had moved past gunpowder, it didn’t produce enough of a bang. The new stuff was more power in a smaller area. The fuse snaked up, burning her plump thighs, then diverging in two, one each protruding from her ass and pussy. “10..9…8…7..” her friends and neighbors gleefully counted down as Vanessa wailed “3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” and the burning ends of the fuses retreated into her body.
The sparklers ignited first, they had been placed at the enterances to her little body to keep the reaction going. They seared the delicate pink flesh they found, and that hurt like hell, but that was nothing to the Roman candles. The popping inside her colon was clearly audible to the group watching in entranced silence. Then the firecrackers, the explosions visibly pushing her belly and sides out when they went off. Then the big rocets, one after another. Vanessa screamed one more time, and a fireball came up her throat and burst agaisnt the roof of her mouth, giving her a moment of ‘dragon breath’. Another and another, the largest rockets eventually ignited, she had really been PACKED with fireworks, they couldn’t have gotten it all out without cutting her open even if her father had relented.
The neighbors had all been instructed to wear ponchos. When the largest rockets burst with nowhere to go, they blew chunks out of her. Bits of seared loli meat splattered the guests, and the popping continued. Her eyes vanished, the sockets suddenly full of fire, her belly burst, her innards fried down to charcoal. Her leg was actually blown off by one too close to her hip. Only when another rocket went up along her spinal column and blasted her skull apart did the explosions stop and the remains of the child go still. None could say for sure when poor little Vanessa had died, which explosion had finished her, and it was a subject of discusion and debate at many gatherings to come. One thing they DID agree on was that it had been a remarkable and memorable party, well worth the cost of one life….and that they wanted to see if the Jacobsons could top it. Easter was not the next party, but it was one of the big ones, and Aaron Jacobson was looking forward to the challenge. His daughter Suzie was not.
nothing fancy, been a busy week, but I wanted to upload SOMETHING.
Be a PSA
Ashley had put on a great show as could be expected from a varsity cheerleader, but she was about done. The blonde twitched at the end of the rope, but the high and energetic kicks, the powerful thrusts and hops, they were largely over. Her face was purple, her tongue bulged out, a bit of drool fell from her lips and rolled between her big firm tits, down onto her tight stomach. A bit of urine snaked down from under her skirt, down her strong, tanned legs.
The gym teacher stepped up, wrapped her arms around the girl, and jumped into the trapdoor. Here was a snap, Ashley’s neck bent at a funny angle. The gym teacher hopped down, and the health teacher touched the microphone “So as you can see, smoking DOES in fact kill. Ah there’s the bell, you all have a nice weekend, and I had better not see any cigarettes next week”.
LOL Love it.
Please ma'm can I have some…
This is set in a kingdom with near modern technology, but still clinging to old school aesthetic. Tbh, a friend called another friend King Tittyfucker during a game (don’t ask) and I just rolled with it ;) hope you enjoy!
The king was victorious. The war had been long and terrible, but the rebels had been defeated and peace had been restored to the land. But a return to the way things had been was not enough after so much suffering, the king had broken the terms on which the rebels had thrown down their weapons. Every single rebel was arrested and locked in dungeons across the realm to await royal retribution. The king would brook no dissent, women might have the right to wear a top one day, might even be considered proper humans with OTHER rights, but it would NOT be during the reign of King Tittyfucker, and if he had to execute every one of the 10,000 females who had revolted and protested to make that point, so be it. He had made a royal proclamation, the crown needed a new device to kill these traitors. It had to be public, it had to be painful and humiliating, and the one who brought it to him had to supply their own test subject, but the inventor who brought him the device he ended up choosing would be a wealthy man, and the torturers and executioners of the kingdom could see the rest, so there were more chances for sudden wealth.
The inventors came from far and wide, even from other kingdoms. King Tittyfucker watched them demonstrate a huge array of brilliant/terrifying devices on pigs, watermelons, dummies, anything they could get their hands on. The royal dungeon master took a liking to a few, the king had his right hand get contact information for a few who stood out a bit above the rest, but there were none who really grabbed his attention, none that were ‘this is the one!!’ That is, not until Harold and Melinda.
It was the end of a long day, the king had seen probably 20 inventions (none of them especially exciting) and had to deal with endless matters of state. Ending the rebellion had been expensive, keeping the rebels locked up cost more money, and his finane minister was worried, they needed to kill the prisoners, release them, or just stop feeding them, but they needed to do it quickly, and they needed to raise taxes or there would be more trouble. King Tittyfucker was hesitant, raising taxes right after taking a good percentage of the women in the kingdom and indirectly denying many of his subjects sex……that could cause another uprising right there. He would give it more thought after the last inventor of the day.
The man was announced and entered with a large covered wagon and a young girl. He approached the throne and bowed before the king “ M’lord, I am Harold, and this is my daughter Melinda, she is 14. I had three other daughters, but after the testing of my invention, she is my last, and she will be my demonstration subject today, if it please your highness”. The king nodded, eyeing the girl. She had a pretty face, sprinkled with freckles, with big green eyes, bright red hair, and an adorable button nose. She was reasonably tall for her age, and a skinny girl, but not painfully so, with a trimmed patch of ginger fuzz above her sex, and super perky breasts, upturned and firm, and dashed with the same freckles all across them, obviously still developing. She was nude as the law required, and she knew enough to look directly at the king as was proper, but she was biting her lip, obviously scared of whatever was coming for her.
The king openly leered at her, Melinda squirmed a bit, but did not cover herself in any way. Her father needed this contract, he would remarry and have more children when this was over, and he needed to be able to support them if the kingdom was going to be repopulated. Her father used the moments of distraction to pull the tarp off of his creation and get it on the ground, unfolding the steel frame. It had a solid base and what appeared to be a bicycle seat with a metal bit in the center, between two upright sections extending ten feet straight up, and ending in a bulky metal ring. “ If it please your grace” said Harold with a small bow, he took his daughter by the hand and led the now trembling girl to the contraption. He sat her on the bicycle seat and secured her with a number of straps and bars until it resembled nothing so much as the seat on a roller coaster. Melinda was crying, hot tears running down her cheeks. She opened her mouth, maybe to plead for her life, and her father shoved a rag in, gagging her.
“ As your grace can see, my daughter is unable to free herself. Now with a press of a button, the matal you noticed on the seat will slide back, revealing a spit. It will slide up into her vaginal passage, about a foot before it locks in. Then small claws will extend and sink into her flesh from the inside. To take her off would tear her apart, at least until the machine reaches the last part of the cycle and retracts the blades. I only explain this because from out here, we will only see her reaction to the pain, and blood from her crotch”. The king nodded “Interesting, proceed”. Harold pressed the button, there were a series of clicks, then ripping noises. Melinda was screaming, thrashing like an animal as blood began to drip down. Then the seat began to rise slowly.
The king watched with interest, Harold held up a finger and lowered a small funnel on the side that Tittyfucker hadn’t noticed before. It was connected to a pipe that went to a small tank on the bottom. Harold took a small copper coin and dropped it in. The set stopped rising for a moment, and Melinda screamed, then it continued “ It gave her a decent electric shock my lord. There is a scanner inside, the more valuable the coin, the greater the shock and the longer the pause. The machines are not cheap because of what I have in them, but with the number of rebels, they should turn a profit before long”. Tittyfucker was watching with great interest at this point, he took a few coins from his own pock (gold and silver, Harold noticed) and tossed them in, one at a time. Melinda WAILED through her gag and pissed herself from the silver ones, the gold ones resulted in her being shocked senseless, with the seat stopping for a full minute, rising again just as she uncrossed her eyes. Tittyfucker was THRILLED, he had his servants fetch more coins.
Finally after Melinda had been up there for nearly an hour, she was approaching the top of the contraption. Tittyfucker had thrown more than Harold make in a year into the contraption, Melinda was dehydrated and weak from blood loss, seeing double, and Harold was grinning openly, he had a really good feeling about this. Finally Tittyfucker wanted to see how it ended. He stopped throwing coins, and Melinda eventually reached the top, her head passing through the circle up top, and the seat coming to a stop when her neck was placed in the ring. There was a click, a beep, and blades concealed in the bulky ring slipped shut, slicing neatly through her neck. The seat lowered back down, the headless body convulsing and geysering blood. Tittyfucker didn’t even think, he just found himself on his feet, applauding “Bravo, magnificent!!”
Harold was delighted “Thank you my liege! I’m sure Melinda would be very happy to know that her death pleased you. Also, I know my lord is fond of psychological torment, so my lord will notice that the blades have not opened up top, and her head is still up there. They can be opened with the press of this button, or they open automatically when the cycle starts again, he head would fall and hit whoever is sitting there next. If a victim were to have a mother or daughter or sister who could go next, the reaction might be….amusing”. Tittyfucker was just giddy at this point, Harold had very clearly won the competition, they got the royal bankers and lawyers out to take care of the details, every meaningful town would have at least one of these, and heads were going to roll. Tittyfucker arranged for a number of rebels to be moved to palace cells for his own personal use. Harold was allowed to keep the money in the box, he was made mayor of his town, the debts of the crown disappeared in weeks, and the crowds demanded harsher laws to ensure more deaths on this wonderful machine. Everybody won….if you didn’t count the females who would die by the thousands on these machines, and somehow nobody ever counted them.
I wonder how Jade of Jackie Chan Adventures noose dance would be
It's been a bit, and this is short. Life got in the way and I have had writers block, but I think I am back on track to be posting regularly. enjoy! :)
Katie sat with her family at the table, enjoying her sister Daphne. Her twin was on her back, apple in her mouth. Daphne was golden brown, with her eyes glazed over, and steam still rising from her carcass. Her father carved portions, and every single bite was a gift from the culinary gods. Her skin had a bit of a crackle to it, but the meat underneath dissolved on the tongue. Every bite was juicy, full of salt and spice and the delicious flavors that you could only get eating a girl who had enjoyed countless orgasms in the day and hours leading up to her slow death.
Daphne had recently been accepted to college, and Katie had been slated to be the Thanksgiving feast. Daphne had been 18, two years older than Katie, and Katie had been on the menu for Daphne’s high school graduation dinner since the day she was born. Katie had fantasized about this day. Had dreamed about it being HER flesh melting in the mouths of all the guests to the graduation party. Had dreamed of HER holes being filled with extra large carrots. Had dreamed of the heat in the oven as she wiggled and screamed around her shiny red apple. It was the dream of every girl, it should have been hers, it wasn’t FAIR! She should get to be on the table, with Daphne having to go off to college and get a job and live a long life, never getting to die young and pretty. Daddy should have been cramming HER pussy full of fistfuls of stuffing, filling her up until she felt like she would burst, and her belly bulging…..
Katie sighed, she had managed that much at least. She looked down, gave her 5 months pregnant belly a rub. Her boyfriend Dylan looked guiltily at Katie, then her father. He had been STRICTLY instructed to always finish in her mouth or ass. He had been too stupid to pull out and let her swallow, and Katie suddenly found herself ineligible to get roasted until after she gave birth. Her father had been all for roasting DYLAN alive, but everyone knew boy meat was tough. There were still all the guests to feed, so Daphne had volunteered herself, had gotten the thing Katie wanted most.
Oh well, Katie helped herself to more of her sister. Her due date was just a couple days before Easter, and her mother assured her that nothing was more delicious than the upper ribs that had just been cooked under swollen and milk filled breasts. Boobs themselves weren’t any good as food, but the milk and fat slow cooking in would make the rib meat fall off the bones. Katie smiled, feeling a little better, the slow cooker was plenty hot and painful, the plan had changed, but she would still get to be a meatgirl. And in a decade and change, now so would her daughter!
I did a couple things I don't usually do. just branching out, seeing what I end up liking :)
Rebecca fidgeted nervously as her lawyer looked over the paperwork the DA had just left them with. She had been at a high school party when the police showed up. She didn’t know how many of her friends had gotten away, but she was more conditioned to fuck the entire baseball team than to run from cops and she hadn’t made it out of the backyard. Her BAC was more than triple the legal limit for a minor, so she was arrested on the spot. This was not good, the mayor had recently announced that the town was going to punish underage drinking more harshly. Too many drunk drivers had damaged young meat, which was a terrible waste.
Rebecca was stressed, she had recently been accepted to Whore University. While not as prestigious a school or a career as Spitmuffin University, it was still Cann-Ivy League. If she lost her spot there over this, she would never be a high class Companion or Escort, she might have to be…..gasp!……a worker! Humanity still needed all the other jobs to get done, and people had to do them, but not Rebecca. She was BETTER than that! She was 5’7, raven hair, perky C-cups, and a slender build, aside from her meaty thighs that rubbed together deliciously in her Daisy Dukes. With her toned body and those thighs that could very clearly leave a lover gasping and spent, it was clear that she had dedicated her life to meeting the Certified Whore standards. She was meant to be the best of the best, famous and desired until the day came for her to be cooked and served to her final clients, that was her DESTINY!!
Her lawyer sighed and pushed the files away, Rebecca looked at him hopefully ‘Well it’s not good’. Rebecca tensed ‘Am I losing my acceptance to WU?’. Her lawyer blinked, hesitated, then burst out laughing until he had to wipe away tears. ‘Oh young lady, we are WAY past that. They only managed to catch two other students from the party. Those two had powerful relatives, so their names will be kept out of the papers….but they are already dead’. Rebecca paled, her eyes got huge. This was bad, this was really, really bad. To ride the spit now, before getting her certification, that would be so humiliating! Her lawyer was talking again, Rebecca tuned back in “Sorry, I missed that last bit” her lawyer repeated “ I was saying I’m afraid it actually gets worse. When they said they laws were getting tougher, they were NOT joking”.
Rebecca waited, too afraid to ask. Her lawyer took a deep breath, his client would have a hard time with this. “Since you are the only one they caught who is able to stand trial, all the crimes from the party are being laid on you. Drinking, property damage, resisting arrest, drug use, use of a condom without Population Management permits, possession of stolen property. I know it wasn’t all you, but those are the new rules, those caught at parties with underage drinking are liable for all crimes committed there. As things stand, they are looking at grinding you for dog food”.
Rebecca froze. She had no awareness of squeezing the arms of her chair, but the wood was creaking it her hands. She forgot how to breathe, she was aware of every beat of her heart, it was like a drum, every surge of the blood in her veins threw off her equilibrium. She was dizzy, the world was spinning, her mouth was bone dry. She heard a noise, felt warmth at her crotch, she had peed herself. She rose numbly, walked to the attached bathroom, knelt and gripped the toilet. Her system began to violently empty itself, and she came back into herself. She sat there, retching and sobbing, the overwhelming, chest crushing, helpless sobs of a girl who’d had everything the day before and whose happy world had just turned into Hell. Dog food was the worst possible fate. Usually only the bit humans didn’t eat were used for that, NEVER a whole person, NEVER. Rebecca had heard of serial killers and terrorists who got better ends than that. She was a Grade A, even the D or F grade girls, those who were too unattractive by too many criteria to even be raped at a frat party were turned into burgers or hot dogs, at least they were eaten by PEOPLE!
Rebecca didn’t know how long she laid there. Her stomach was empty, she was out of tears, her throat was raw from sobbing, and her shaking had left every muscle limp and throbbing. She heard a noise, painfully rolled over, and saw her lawyer coming back in. She hadn’t even noticed him leaving. He seemed vaguely surprised, “Huh, I didn’t know if you would still be alive. If you had gotten up while I was gone, you’d have seen that I left a knife on the table. No matter, come over here, I just from spoke to the judge and the DA, and you might be interested in the results”. Rebecca slowly, painfully crawled over. She hauled herself up to the chair, her lawyer said “The prosecutor offered you a choice, you can take your chances with a trial. If they go to the expense of a trial and they find you guilty, you are going to the slowest grinder they can find and you are dog food, or they find you not guilty and you go free. That’s option A. Option B is a plea bargain, you confess to all of the crimes, then you are butchered and sold for parts, just exactly the same as a C grade. No picture on the label, no audience, nobody will ever know they are eating you, only the people closest to you are likely to remember you, but you’ll be eaten by people”.
Rebecca thought about it “What are my odds in a trial?” her lawyer shook his head “Don’t do it, just don’t. It won’t be a ‘trial’ so much as them making an example”. Rebecca took a deep breath “Well I guess I don’t have much choice, I’ll take the plea”. Her lawyer nodded “I figured you would. You need to sign this full confession, then get undressed. Once we file the papers, they won’t take too long before they come for you” Rebecca nodded and complied, signing at the bottom of the paper and removing her clothes. Her lawyer handed off the confession, then came back and stood behind her. He reached down and slipped two fingers in her tight snatch, Rebecca jumped ‘What are you doing??” She grunted as he bent her over hard, pushing her face down on the table. He leaned down, his breath loud and warm in her ear “Taking my fee”.
Twenty minutes later, Rebecca was embarrassed, her anus ached from paying her lawyer, and she was strapped to a large slab of wood. A doctor came in and gave her an injection. Her body had quickly gone largely numb, and her head was in the clouds. She had tried to protest, a Grade A meat girl like herself was supposed to die in pain! But she had been ignored. She was not a Grade A, she was a felon, sentenced to the exact same death as any other parts girl, and she should be damn thankful. Parts girls got heavy painkillers before butchering, so Vanessa did as well.
Vanessa was TRIPPING BALLS, these drugs were really good. If felt like her spirit was floating, only held down by this heavy body. The room was spinning and she saw three times as many people as were actually present, but it wasn’t a bad feeling, just surreal. Her tongue felt huge, she couldn’t form words, it was like novacaine all through her body.
The butcher stepped up to her with a knife, large and gleaming. Vanessa was too bombed to tense up. She felt pressure on her belly, it seemed to catch for a moment, then dragged down, from ribs to her bikini line. The butcher pulled a bin over and there were some unpleasant sounds. Vanessa suddenly felt hollow, and WONDERFUL. The only thing keeping her from feeling like she was flying was the weight of her body, and that was nearly GONE! Vanessa felt like she was full of clouds, light and happy. Why had she wanted to be a Grade A, to die in pain, when this was what parts girls got? She truly couldn’t understand it, this was so much nicer. When the butcher got other knives and came for her limbs, she got even lighter!
Vanessa didn’t notice when she died, she just flew higher into her trippy vision of soaring and never came back down. She was forgotten in a few months by all but her family and some close friends. Her meat was higher quality than any of the other packages around it, but the guy who bought it in the store couldn’t taste the difference, girl sausage was girl sausage once his grinder was done, neither he nor his dog really cared.
I have like a dozen half finished stories, not sure what to work on next. anyone have any thoughts? you can kind of get a sense for what i like, but I am open to maybe trying some other stuff. I always love feedback <3
Maybe something interspecies like such as fantasy humanoid creatures like orcs,elves or animal people butchering humans for meal or vice versa.
Or sifi like aliens doing it.
oh great! I might have to do elf/orc at some point, but I do have a vampire one and a Star Wars one I have half started, I'll finish one of those next! <3