(Inspiration for Sally’s outfit: https://scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/2248bdb7c84e1119c98e2f16b18d7802/5DC26969/t51.2885-15/e35/47694567_2252130451672266_1962999021429248010_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com&se=7&ig_cache_key=MTk1NjkzODMwODcwMjk2MTM0OQ%3D%3D.2&_nc_ig_catcb=1
Sally skipped out of her parent’s house as she left for her date with George, heading to the boys dormitories at the school where he was staying over the holidays.
She had seen George most days the last week, and was still in a daze that he had chosen to fuck her; with four older sisters who had all hit puberty running she had always felt like the ugly duckling, and since even her father spent too much time on her sisters to so much as finger her she had begun to fear that she would be sold for dogfood while still a virgin. Now though, George was filling her up several times a day and Becky was always there to suck his loads out of her cunt and asshole, which never failed to make Sally cum again.
George had been hinting that tonight would be special, and so she had spent the last few hours picking out a cute outfit, with a spare in case he ripped off her clothes again – that had been a long and humiliating bus ride home the first time it happened. She was dressed in a frilly white off-shoulder shirt and a cute black leather skirt her father had made for her as a gift when he snuffed her mother, along with heels high enough that her cunt and ass were at the right height for George to just bend her over and slide in comfortably, without having to bend his knees too much. For makeup she was wearing sparkly lip gloss and rainbow eyeshadow, with a ponytail coming out the top of her head because she knew George liked it when she had a handle.
She smiled as she texted George telling him she was on her way, along with a nude she had taken before getting ready for him to warm up with, and then hurried up the road to the bus stop.
George grinned when he saw Sally’s message and shoved Becky’s head down further onto his cock while he oogled the image. He imagined her spluttering throat was the moist cunt of the girl he would soon be devouring, and each cough felt like a cunt spasming in orgasm. After a few moments he came down Becky’s throat, before shoving her nearly unconscious form off of him. There wasn’t enough room between the side of the bed and the wall, so her head impacted with a thud and was forced down to stare at her heaving breasts as she struggled to regain the energy to move.
The night was young and Becky was still clothed; she was wearing the same outfit she had done on the last day of school, as she knew it was George’s favourite. A tight dark blue plaid skirt held up by a leather belt that showed off her shapely ass, black stockings leading down to buckled black leather school shoes on her feet (A gift from her mother, along with the belt. Apparently they had been made out of her grandmother when she turned forty and her grandfather replaced her, but Becky had only been five so she didn’t remember), and an armless turtleneck that was the same colour as her skirt, and showed the outline of her tits nicely. She had the same thick rimmed black plastic glasses, and her long blonde hair was in two tight Dutch braids, reaching down to just below her shoulders.
At the moment her blue eyes were slightly unfocused, and she weakly tried to lift her arm, but only managed a brief wiggle. George laughed when he noticed this and lifted her up by the hair, prompting a muffled squeak from the mildly concussed girl, before dumping her face down on the bed to recover. With a smack on her ass he went into the en-suite to freshen up; he was going to make a game of trying to keep Sally from knowing her fate as long as possible.
Although it was called a lotto, over the holidays most girls went home to their families, and those that didn’t were usually staying because they were the current favourite of one of the couple dozen male students, and as such were unlikely to be entered into the selection. As a result any girl who was tricked or coerced into volunteering for the lotto was almost certain to be selected, and this year they hadn’t even bothered having a drawing. The teachers who remained on site merely selected which girl would suite which meal the best, and then assigned them accordingly. Sally, with her small frame and thin limbs, would be more or less the perfect size to feed everyone who was currently living on the school grounds for a single meal, and so had been selected to be decapitated and roasted like a turkey for the night’s summer solstice feast.
Sally threw her arms around George as he opened the door, and he took the opportunity to fondle her ass as she did so, trying to decide which part of her would be the tastiest. Then, grabbing her by the handle and pulling her towards his rooms he said “I hope you’re excited Sally, I have a surprise for you”.
Sally, uncomfortably half bent over but obviously looking forward to whatever it was nodded vigorously, too busy trying not to fall over in her heels as she was pulled ahead. As George reached a staircase that she had thought was still a few metres away she stumbled and fell, leaving him to drag her the rest of the way by her hair.
Once he got her into his room he raised her off the ground, still only holding her by the hair, and placed her on her feet. Sally smiled at Becky but for some reason Becky refused to meet her gaze. Sally frowned and hoped she hadn’t offended her somehow; she liked Becky and the idea that Becky didn’t like her was not a happy one. Sally resolved to buy her a gift the next time she saw her with the scant money she had been able to save up working at the Butcher. She hated working there, and ever since she started she had been woken up every night by nightmares about being decapitated like the crying meatgirls she sold. The butcher would hang the heads by the hair in the shop window to advertise how fresh the meat was, and she always thought they looked like their last moments had been full of fear and pain.
“So, what’s my surprise?” she asked, turning to George, who chuckled.
“Patience, patience, we’ll get to that soon” he said, then, handing her a blindfold, “put this on, then strip for me, but leave the heels”.
As Sally began her strip tease George walked over to Becky and had her start sucking him hard again while he watched his younger fucktoy begin to shed her clothes, dropping them on the ground around her.
Given how little clothing Sally had been wearing this strip tease only lasted about fifteen seconds, but that was more than long enough for George to become fully erect again under the expert lips of Becky.
As she stepped out of her motherleather skirt, George bent her over and slammed into her dry asshole with no warning. Sally screamed as he did so, and then began whimpering when he stepped on her hair, trapping her head near her ankles. After about five minutes of rough painal, George came in her ass before pulling out and cleaning himself in Becky’s hair.
“Alright Sally”, he said, while tying her hands behind her back with twine, “let’s go get you your surprise”.
While they were leaving George scooped up Sally’s purse and tossed it to Becky to take any valuables out of it, before tossing it, Sally’s shirt, and her leather skirt into the incinerator on their way out.
Becky watch the skirt disappear forever, imagining the pain that it would have caused the girl it come from to be made, but George was already half way down the hallway and so she had to quickly jog to catch back up.
Sally was full of excited questions as she was led to the kitchens, but George kept deflecting them, saying that if he told her he’d ruin the surprise. Pushing open the double doors to the kitchen he led her to the Guillotine, laying her face down, and sliding the Lunette into place. He then had Becky grab the end of Sally’s long ponytail and hold it taught, to catch her head when it came off her body.
With mounting confusion beginning to turn into dread Sally asked where she was, and George laughed as he told her, removing her blindfold. She began to hyperventilate, and then when she saw the preheating oven ahead of her she began to scream and kick.
“NO PLEASE DON’T KILL ME WHATEVER I DID I’M SO SORRY I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU JUST PLEASE DON’T CUT MY HEAD O-”*thunk*.
Suddenly everything below her neck felt like it was on fire, followed by a sharp pain in her nose and a rising sensation. Had she been calm enough to process what she was seeing she would have seen the tears running down Becky’s face, but as it was all that was going through her mind was the blind panic of her worse nightmare. Her brain was sending messages to a diaphragm that no longer existed to hyperventilate, and to a heart that was no longer attached to pump more and more blood, but neither of those messages had any effect. As she slowly blacked out, her brain still stubbornly commanding her body to save it, and becoming more and more panicked than she had ever been before in her short life, she found no peace. Her last thoughts were of pain and confusion and betrayal and fear, and then she stopped being a person and started being a thing.
Its head swung forward and smacked into Becky’s knees, its fingers spasmed, and its feet, still in their cute black heels, kicked up and hit it in the ass before falling still. Becky raised the head and looked in its eyes whirling eyes, seeing the panic and the mouth still desperately begging for its life. Tears streaked its rainbow eyeshadow, sending brightly coloured lines down its face, and the harsh kitchen light reflected off its sparkly lip gloss.
George pulled off the heels and tossed them to Becky, who nearly dropped the head while trying to catch them. Then, Becky gingerly placed the tear streaked head of what had recently been a bubbling young girl in the fridge designed for that purpose, and then she walked back to George’s room in silence, staring at the spots of blood on her shoes.
As they left the kitchen one of the cooks rammed a meathook through the corpse’s achillies’ tendons’, and lifted it up to the ceiling to be cleaned and stuffed, whistling while he worked.