NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED!!!!!

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Dee - Thanksgiving

It was a warm November Day in Stepford and Dee and her Husband had been invited to Thanksgiving by one of his old friends. They drove to this friend’s house and her husband clicked her golden leash into her collar. She did enjoy being paraded around on that golden leash and she was about to meet one of her husband’s old friends and hoped she was looking her best in her tight, leather cat suit.

They walked through the rear gate, Dee slightly behind her husband, enjoying the gentle tug on the leash every once in a while.

“There he is!” Came a voice from the corner of the rather quaint garden. A grey haired man approached the pair and his eyes were drawn onto the leather clad beauty on his old friend’s leash. She smiled warmly up at the man and her green eye’s flashed.

“And this must be your beautiful wife, I must say, she looks just delicious.” He commented.

I giggled a little as I surely didn’t miss the double meaning in that comment. My husband smiled down at me before returning his look to his friend;

“Well, yes and no!” He laughed “She’s a clone of my wife, the original is long gone.” He smirked and both men laughed. I fluttered my lashes and smiled up at the two men.

It was true, Dee, as we see her now, is certainly a clone of her husband’s original wife. She knew that, just what number clone was a little more foggy. She retained most of the memories from her previous clones and she knows they usually don’t last very long on her husband’s leash! Still, she knew and accepted the lifestyle as if it was perfectly normal and in Stepford, it was!

She also knew that cloning wasn’t like having another ‘life’. None of this is like a ‘video game’. Sure she is a perfect copy of the girl her Husband married and she has implants of memories from pervious clones but she knew once her time came, that was it for her, game over, as they say. A few hours later there would be another clone at her husband’s side, who looked the same and with implanted memories but they too would be all too aware they were a clone.  

“Well I have to say, you always did have good taste” His friend chuckled.

Dee took a step beside her husband and pushed her leather clad, rounded ass against his thigh as his hand reached down to cup the other ass cheek and give it a firm squeeze.

The introductions continued and we explained how we met and we had a few chuckles. My husband joked about a few of the times he had snuffed her clones and she giggled and smiled if she remembered the time and often added her own playful quip about it.

“…I was surprised how many arrows she could take before expiring…”

“Yeh well, no one said I never enjoyed a stiff shaft or ten!”

 

The conversation continued and Dee noticed her husband’s friend’s eyes wandering over her. She knew he was undressing her mentally and occasionally she noticed him lick his lips slightly. She knew what he was thinking and it rather aroused her. She couldn’t help but notice that, despite being invited to a thanksgiving dinner, she couldn’t smell a roast in the oven…

Her husband unclipped her leash and she found herself a comfortable chair to settle into. The conversation between the two men changed and she sat quietly on the chair as the topic was something she didn’t know much about so just listened and smiled occasionally.

“So what do you pack now-a-days?” Asked her husband’s friend and Dee looked up at him, They seemed to be talking about firearms.

“You suppress that? You always were fond of the suppressors.”

Her husband laughed and nodded.

“Yeh I do. The noise is more, civilized no?” The two laughed “Rather than a loud, obnoxious crack it’s more a delicate, precise ‘twap’”

“Also, doesn’t draw as much attention either, handy for those quick, sneaky snuffs right?” laughed his friend. “You still use hollow points?”

My husband nodded “I do, easier for a cleaner kill, they sprawl inside the target rather than go all the way through. Death is quicker, you know?”

The grey haired man nodded with a chuckle “I am still not sure. You know I’m more of a knives guy”

 Her husband chuckled and nodded “Yeh, I understand that…” He paused and then looked down to give Dee and smirk “Dee here is rather fond of the silencer and hollow points aren’t you sweetheart?”

She flicked her brows and smiled seductively up at her husband with a slow, definite nod but rather than say anything, her green eyes twinkled as she reached up to slowly unzip her leather cat suit. Her husband smirked as his friend tilted his head with curiosity.

Dee continued and unzipped her suit to bellow her belly. She then reached both hands up, looped her fingers around the zip and quickly pulled open the suit. She pushed out her large, ample chest as she arched her back temptingly. Her large, dark tits were suddenly and proudly displayed to her husband. Her large golden nipple piercings jingled as her tits jiggled with the sudden thrust forward of her chest.

She lowered her head slightly but rolled her eyes up towards her husband with a very seductive look on her face. 

Her husband laughed and shook his head “Ya see, she’s one eager little snuff slut. Looks like she wants to give you a demonstration.”

Her husband’s friend was locked onto her large, rounded tits with wide eyes but slowly looked towards his friend with a chuckle “Hey, I’m all the happier to see a demonstration friend, you know that. Besides, Thanksgiving dinner is going to be a bit crap without the roast, right?”

Dee’s husband turned his head to look at his friend as he nonchalantly reached inside his jacket and pulled out his hidden fire arm. He pointed the muzzle directly at Dee’s large chest without even a sideways glance as he spoke to his friend.

“Fair enough, I did promise I’d bring the meat..” Her husband grinned.

Mean while Dee eyed the barrel pointed directly at her large, tempting chest and she continued to proudly push out her chest. She looked up at her husband as she nibbled with nervous arousal on her plump bottom lip.

She knew what was coming and her life was now hanging on a slight, unnoticeable squeeze from her husband’s trigger finger. She breathed heavily, her chest heaving noticeably. The erotic anxiety coursing through her, waiting for her husband to snuff her at will.

Her last few moments seemed to last forever, time seemed to slow down for her as the gun was pointed directly at her chest, those little lead bullets poised in the clip, ready to be released towards that beautiful dark skin.

Dee started to wriggle in her chair and let out a soft, quite moan of expectation, she wanted to beg her husband to kill her, she wanted that trigger pulled  but it was the wait that was turning her on, the expectation, knowing she was merely moments away from being nothing but dead meat!

 Dee’s husband turned his gaze back towards his softly squirming, aroused wife. His friend was watching intently and without warning…

‘Thwap Thwap!’

Dee’s husband quickly squeezed the trigger. There was no warning as the hammer fired off one firing cap after the other, two brass casings spun from the ejection port, as the slider quickly snapped twice and small puffs of smoke followed.

The muzzled flashed the first time, lighting up Dee’s face and chest slightly and the first hollow point bullet slammed into her prefect left breast. It passed through her dark skin with ease and through her breast meat. A small spurt of rich, red blood gushed from the newly opened perfectly circular wound and the bullet made its way deeper into Dee’s chest. As intended, the bullet sprawled and the lead tore apart inside her. The shrapnel  tore into Dee’s heart and lungs, slicing and destroying arteries and organs alike but other than the dull thump of the round striking her breast and the jiggle of her tit, Dee hadn’t reacted at all until the second round was punched into her. A second neat round hole was opened up just an inch bellow the first and a second set of lead shrapnel shredded her heart.

Dee gasped as she managed to snap a look down as the wounds formed in her breast. She felt the hot lead pass through her tit meat and into her chest. Sharp, sheering pain signals from her ruined organs were starting to make their way to her brain. Her heart now no longer beating as it was shredded by multiple shrapnel wounds and her lungs were filling with blood. Her mind had yet to acknowledge the situation and if she were to be left there, she would expire within a few moments.

However, her husband had not finished with her yet, he wasn’t about to let her die slow. He wasn’t going to turn her off with a dimmer switch, her lights were going to go out instantly!

They both enjoyed the thrill of Dee’s life being ended quickly, one moment she is alive and the next split second, gone! She relished in the long build up, the anticipation only to fall like a puppet with its string’s cut in a blink of an eye. She often wondered how she looked once her clones’ lives were just popped in an instant. One moment, thinking, breathing, thoughts, feelings, the next … nothing, not even blackness!

This time was no different. Before too much realisation of her own body’s situation had reached her brain, her husband quickly raised the barrel and again pulled on that trigger;

“Thwap!”

This time, the silenced round struck Dee between her eyes and caused her head to snap back. Another spurt of deep crimson spat from the fresh wound as the bullet entered her skull. Her brain had only just started to process the first two shots before the third entered her grey matter. The bullet split apart and the shrapnel tore off in different directions, loosing velocity as it shredded her brain. The lead chunks bounced off the inside of her skull and continued to liquidize her brain.

This all happened quicker than her brain could process it. In a split nanosecond of time she was dead!

Snuffed to perfection in the time it takes to blink.

Her husband’s friend, who witnessed the slaughtering in real time witnessed three quick trigger pulls, 1,2 …3, and the once seductive and sultry Dee, holding open her cat suit to present her Husband with a deliciously tempting target was now lifeless and slumping over in the chair.

 Dee’s head hit the back of the wicker chair and her body slowly slid down onto the pillow behind her. Mouth fell agape and eyes rolled up. A small puff of smoke rose from the fresh wounds as her husband admired his handy work.

“New clone?” Laughed his friend

“Oh it’ll be on its way out of the facility as we speak”  Dee’s husband laughed as he slipped his pistol back inside his jacket pocket.

“I have to admit, “Continued his friend “You have not lost your touch; that was exquisite! I have never seen anyone snuff a sow quite like you. It was the lack of hesitation that always gets me, you are so… so… clinical, ya know?”

Dee’s husband laughed and nodded “Some habbits die hard.”

“I still remember when you popped that soviet spy. That was the first time I have ever seen anyone pop such an amazing beautiful woman without even a second thought. She walked out of that bathroom naked as a jay bird thinking she could distract you and you popped her like you wife before she even finished saying ‘hello’ and then, then you just continued to search the apartment like nothing happened.. … “

Dee’s husband smirked but gestured to his friend “Quiet now, don’t advertise my past life like that.” He laughed and looked down at his wife “Not that she can hear you now but still, that was a lifetime ago, Still I will admit, I do miss popping those honey traps!”

 Dee’s husband bent down to hoist the corpse of his cloned wife over his shoulder and carried her towards the kitchen door “Guess we best get the meat on to cook, your other guests will be arriving shortly I assume”

With that, Dee was prepared for the roaster, a full torso roast that would be roasted in honey glaze. She was roasted on the garden roaster and the smell of roasting meat soon floated over the estate and the two men were sure there were going to be a few jealous people breathing in that wonderful scent of a freshly roasted dark-meat sow. 

A few days later Dee’s husband rung the doorbell of his friend’s door and the grey haired man answered;

“I wanted to thankyou for a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner and I thought I’d give you this as a way of thankyou.”

The Grey haired man took a box Dee’s husband was carrying as they wandered inside the house. He laid it on the kitchen table and opened it. Reaching inside he pulled out a perfectly taxidermied, mounted Dee head.

“Oh wow, thankyou!” the man said, admiring the trophy “But wait, didn’t we toss her head on account of the bullet wound?”

Dee’s husband laughed and nodded “Yes well, this isn’t THAT head. It was her next clone. I was piecing her out for my freezer and, seeing as I have a few of them already mounted in most rooms of our home, I was going to toss it into the garbage disposal as I normally do now but changed my mind just at the last minute. I thought it would look great on your wall.”

His friend admired the trophy again and smiled “I have just the place for it…..”

We hope, those who celebrate it, have a wonderful thanksgiving!

Please remember that stories such as these are all fantasy and there should always be a strong line between fantasy and reality. That being said, should you wish to enjoy fantasies of this nature for yourself within Second Life, check out Stepford, where this photoset was taken and see what dark adventures you can get yourself into.

And don’t worry, non Dolcett Dee will be back soon enough.

Kisses! xoxoxox

Wendy – Creepy Clowns

We have been sitting on this set for a while now. Honestly we forgot about it! It’s a follow on story from “Joey and the Creepy Clowns”. Seeing as Halloween is just around the corner, we thought it the perfect time to take another stroll through the macabre Clown Carnival, Enjoy!

 

After watching her older sister get ravished and then decapitated live on stage, Wendy was now alone at the creepy clown carnival. However, we all know this little bimbo snuff slut and she certainly wasn’t scared. In fact, she applauded the killer clowns as they dragged her sister’s body off stage and one clown tossed her head up and down. The curtains closed and the audience left the tent.

Wendy skipped through the rest of the Carnival and enjoyed watching some of the snuff shows. She watched some guy win a prize at the rifle shoot. A cute redhead was tied spread eagled on a spinning wheel and he took shots at her with a small calibre rifle. Wendy giggled and bounced, clapping as she watched the small rounds hit the spinning girl and she shuddered as each round slammed into her. Eventually the guy took his winning shot and landed a round in the target girl’s forehead and suddenly her twitching stopped! Wendy applauded the guy as he won his prize and he smiled at her and wandered off.

The creepy clown running the game approached Wendy from the other side of the counter. “Want to try your shot missy?” He grinned at her as a couple of midget clowns removed the now deceased target girl only to replace her with another gagged and wide eyed little cutie. “Or would you like to volunteer as the target?” He laughed. Wendy tilted her head as she watched the assistant clowns tie up the new target girl “Hmm not unless you switch out this pea shooter for something a little bigger or a cross bow even,” Wendy giggled.

The clown laughed and nodded “Well we don’t want you dying too quickly now do we?” he laughed, a wicked cackle of a laugh. Wendy giggled and nodded in agreement. However, she was just enjoying the atmosphere right now and declined the clown’s offer.

She wandered off, her hips swinging and a skip in her step. She watched the Acid drop for a bit. A girl sat on a stool above a bucket of acid as players tried to throw a ball at a small target, hoping to hit it and a mechanism would then drop the girl into the large vat of boiling acid. Unfortunately, the guys playing had a little too much to drink and failed to hit the target at all. The seated girl laughed and teased the men; “C’mon boys, too drunk to hit the target? Looks like my little ass isnt going to get dissolved tonight if you continue to throw like little girls!”

Wendy continued on her way but as she rounded the corner she heard a heavy ‘Clunk’, a cheer, a splosh and the delighted squeals of the girl falling into the barrel and being dissolved. She pouted at having just missed the show but carried on enjoying the carnival.

Eventually, Wendy came across another dirty looking tent. There were cheers and whoops coming from inside so she thought a show must be happening. She peeked in and saw a dark skinned girl on stage riding the lap of a creepy clown as he had his hands around her throat, choking her. This seemed interesting!

She made her way in and pushed her way to the front of the crowd. Her big baby blues wide and her mouth a gape. She watched the black clown strangle the dark skinned snuff doll as she rode his cock. The crowd cheered “Finish her!” The girl looked like she was on the verge of expiration as she had turned slightly blue, her tongue hanging from her mouth but she was still twitching on the clown’s dick.

The girl’s twitches started to slow and the clown shuddered with a satisfying grunt! He came hard inside the girl just as she expired. She slumped and went limp as the clown finished himself off inside her. The creepy clown then shoved the dead girl off his lap to one side and she slumped on the grotty stage to his right, in a heap. The crowed cheered and applauded but it seemed the clown wasn’t done yet!

“And that, folks, is one piggy popped! “ He laughed wickedly. “Now, do we have another little piggy who wants to go for a ride?” His eyes wandered over the crowd, a lot of pretty girls to choose from but his eyes were drawn to Wendy. It was as if the crowd had parted around her and she seemed to stand in a glow of lights on her own. She was stood there with a huge, excited smile on her lips, her eyes wide and twinkling. “Hmm what about you Bimbo?” Wendy Gasped and looked around her to see if the clown as talking to someone else but the entire crowd had locked eyes on Wendy. “M.. Me?” She stuttered, biting her plump bottom lip. The clown laughed “Hmm yes, you, Hop on up here and let’s add you to the pile beside me.” He laughed, gesturing to the lifeless body of the previous girl. 

The crowd seemed to approve and Wendy giggled as she looked around at the approving looks of the crowd. “Hell yeh!” She squealed back and hurriedly skipped up onto the stage. The clown smirked “That’s the spirit!”

Wendy bounced on her toes with excitement as she stood on the stage admiring the dead, nameless girl beside the clown “If we are going to put on a good show, take off those pointless clothes and let the crowd see fully that perfectly snuffable body of yours Bimbo piggy!”

Wendy was more than happy to wiggle out of her tiny skirt, little fur coat and tight see through top. She put on a little strip show for the crowd as they whistled and cheered her on. Her rounded plump tits bounced and jiggled as she wriggled her hips and playfully eased out of her skirt.

“Hmm this little Piggy is eager huh folks!” Grinned the evil clown as he patted his thigh. “And look at the tight little pussy, come on now piggy, I got something that’ll fit in there perfectly!” He smirked as he stroked his hard black cock with his gloved hand.

Wendy excitedly hopped over to the clown, threw a toned pale leg over him and eagerly lowered herself down on his lap. The clown guided his cum drizzled cock towards Wendy’s tight little folds and she slid herself down the length of his shaft. She let out a soft moan of delight as the warm, bright stage lights illuminated her fully for the crowd. Wendy could hear the crowd cheer and applaud as she wriggled her shapely hips all the way down onto the clown’s lap.

Wendy could no longer see the crowd properly due to the bright stage lights focused on her. The growing crowd was nothing more than a moving, evolving dark silhouette but the encouraging cheers were ever present for her.

 Once Wendy had lowered herself fully onto the Murderous clown’s cock, she leant back against him and started to rock her hips gently. She could feel his thick back cock churning around inside her and she planted a hand on her lower abdomen, enjoying the sensation of the clown’s dick inside her. She looked towards the clown and admired his smeared, creepy make up. Up close, he was something straight out of a nightmare. That badly applied make up, the creepy over exaggerated grin; it was easy to see why people were fearful of clowns. The oil based make up was designed to look happy, inviting and friendly but the result was quite the opposite.

However, Wendy, and her now deceased older sister, had much desire for that creepy, uncanny, expression hiding, murderous look that creepy clowns oozed. She shuddered with delight as the clown grinned at her and he reached one hand in front of her and started to paw and grope at one of her large, pale breasts.

Wendy’s mind quickly flashed to the sight she first saw when entering the tent; the sight of the dark skinned girl riding the clown’s lap. The girl that now lay still beside them both on stage. However, once the centre of attention, the centre of the show but now just dumped to the side of the stage and not a single person was giving her a second thought. Her life snubbed out at the hands of this clown but now she was no more than ‘stage litter’ as everyone’s focus had moved on to Wendy.

The thought quickly flashed through Wendy’s mind as she knew that would soon be her fate; Entertainment for a faceless, cheering crowd, murdered by an evil carnival clown, tossed to one side like used up garbage and forgotten about as another little snuff dolly took the limelight but for now, it was her turn!

The clown had pulled a length of rough, dirty rope out from behind his back and he began to slowly wrap the rope around Wendy’s neck. “I think for this piggy a nice garrotting to pop it off, what do you think folks?”  The clown had now fully dehumanized her, objectified her. He hadn’t even asked her name as it was clearly an unimportant detail to him and the crowd. No one cared who she was and it seemed that was much of the appeal. She was no more than a stage prop and it aroused her fully!

Wendy watched as the white gloved hands gripped the rope and wrapped it around her neck. The clown even took care to make sure her long, golden hair was not caught up in the rope. He seemed to know how to display his ‘prop’ perfectly. This was a murder clown with many years of experience.

Wendy wondered how many women had died on his thick black dick, met their end to his hand. He seemed very calm and calculating, he was a professional and she soon, much like the girl beside them, would just be another corpse he would forget about. Not even a number, not even a tally on his rope, for she was sure he had snuffed so many women he wasn’t even counting any more.

These thoughts ran through her mind causing her to coo softly and her stuffed pussy to quiver around his thick, hard shaft.

The clown made sure the rope was tidy and well placed around her pale slender neck. The suspense was certainly rising in the tent as the crowd had drawn quiet, just fully focused on the slow, over exaggerated placement of the murder weapon around her neck. 

 

Once the clown had perfectly wrapped the rough rope around Wendy’s neck, he quickly tugged it and as the rope ran over its self, Wendy gasped as she felt the rope tighten around her neck. The crowd gasped in unison with Wendy as they watched the clown tug on the rope. However, He had only meant to cause a slight heart rate increase in his ‘piggy’ and the crowd, he wasn’t applying any pressure.. yet!

Wendy’s muscle’s clamped around the thick clown cock and he chuckled behind her, feeling her excitement through his member. She reached up and held his strong dark forearms, her eyes wide and mouth open. This was it; he would soon pull on both ends of the rope and start the process of slowly garrotting the bubbly blond bimbo snuff doll. However, he didn’t.

Wendy rolled her hips and ground her pelvis into the clown’s groin. He started to slowly thrust back up into her, meeting her grinding. He let out a wicked chuckle behind her as he held the rope still. Both Wendy’s and the crowd’s anticipation grew. Gasps and moans from the female audience members could be heard, it seemed they too were growing more aroused at the sight.

Wendy started shivering with anticipation, she could feel small movements of the rope against her skin, the warm breath of her murderer on her neck and shoulders, she could even feel the arousal of the crowd and their wide eyes glued to her naked form.

 Eventually, a frustrated male voice emerged from the crowd “K.k..kill her already!”

The clown laughed “Ahh the best things come to those who…… WAIT!”

And with that, he let out a loud, angry grunt, lent back and firmly pulled on either end of the rope!

The show had begun!

The rope scraped over its self and instantly crushed Wendy’s windpipe. She gasped one last time but it was barely a lung full of air but it would be her last.

Her neck reddened under the rough rope as she reached up with one hand and clawed at the base of her throat. One eye twitched and half closed as she desperately tried to gasp for air but was denied even the slightest molecule of O2.

Her pale, toned legs thrashed on the stage, her delicate pink heels scraped against the grotty dark wood. Her hips rolled and ground against the clown. Her pussy muscles clamped down hard around the thrusting dick and this all combined caused a climax to instantly build inside her.

The clown grunted and growled as he pulled hard on the rope; His strength tightening the rope but his stamina keeping it there.

Wendy’s movement were not an attempt to escape or even to stop the clown; Her brain was in panic mode, her lungs had sent messages to her bimbo brain that no air could be gathered, air they were beginning to require desperately. In turn her brain sent singles to her muscles to ‘find a way out’ but the more the lungs called for air, the more her brain needed it and the more it told her muscles to fight. In sort, her display was just a natural response to being starved of oxygen.

As her legs scrabbled around on the wooden stage, her heels adding to the multitude of deep scrapes already in the wood, marks left behind of countless other girls in the exact same position as Wendy, probably the only marks that remain of those girls; the other part of Wendy’s brain was acting quite differently:

This side of Wendy’s brain was arguably the biggest part of her bubble brain. It was the part that controlled her lust, arousal and sexuality. That part of her brain was receiving the same signals as the other but also the signals from her quivering pussy that was stuffed with the thrusting, thick black cock of the killer clown. This side of her brain was firing like crazy. If anyone could see the neurons it would look like the fourth of July!  

Wendy was deep in orgasmic pleasure and the crowd watched in awe. “She’s fucking loving it!” one voice cried out! “She’s cumming, cumming all over that clown’s dick!” said another. The crowd started to cheer her on as her orgasm tore through her beautiful body.

 The crowd watched intently as Wendy’s body shuddered and quivered but her movements started to slow. Her brain was running fatally low on oxygen and the signals it sent were coming slower and slower. Her muscles, also requiring oxygen, were also starved and soon her thrashing legs slowed to an almost stop. The occasional spasm shot through them as a lingering reaction. Her heels were no longer adding further scratch marks to the wooden floor and her arms started to slump to her side.

Her hips almost stooped gyrating entirely and her body occasionally gave a sudden twitch and spasm as the last of the oxygen in her blood was used up. She was running on empty.

Her mouth had dropped open but the corner curls that would show a smile had also gone limp. Her pink lipstick had started to show a tint of blue from underneath and her tongue hung from her mouth. It limply swayed as it too started to show a hue of blue.

Her soft pale cheeks and other delicate features of her pretty face had started to turn blue as well. The oxygenated blood that kept her skin pretty and pink had been all but depleted and the blood had started to slow down as her heart beat had been reduced to the occasional ‘thump’ in her chest. The corners of her brows were raised as she still had just enough oxygen to allow her eyebrow muscles to pose the slightest of expressions.

Wendy’s eyes had begun to roll upwards as the whites had become more and more blood shot. Her vision had become very blurry and a black vignette had begun to slowly creep inwards. It was as if death it’s self was slowly approaching her. Even the sound of the crowd cheering had dulled in her ears, it had become no more than a muffled din that her oxygen starved brain couldn’t decode properly. She never heard, or at least couldn’t understand, the voice from the crowd cry out “Keep going, she’s almost dead!”

3 Minutes and 42 seconds after the rope was first pulled tight around Wendy’s neck, she was dead!

This may not seem like a long time, but to an oxygen starved brain, it felt like an eternity.

The clown held the rope for a while longer to make sure her young, firm body no longer twitched or convulsed. He continued to thrust into the lifeless Wendy until he let out a groan and came! He shot a thick bolt of killer cum, deep into Wendy’s motionless pussy.

She had slumped motionless against the clown’s shoulder, arms hanging down at her side, tongue rolled from her now purple lips and reddened eyes rolled skywards. The crowed fell silent, waiting to be sure the clown had done his job properly.

The clown, once he had finished pumping Wendy full of his creepy cum, leaned in close to look at her, he then slowly released his firm grip on the rope and it slowly uncurled and fell over her right shoulder and yet, Wendy didn’t move a millimetre! She was gone!

The purple and red bruise caused from the rough rope clear around her slender pale neck and, with an unceremonious shove, the clown pushed Wendy from his lap.

The crowd erupted, clapping, cheering and whooping as her limp body was tossed aside and slumped over the previous girl to meet her end on the clown’s cock.

 Cum slowly dribbled from Wendy’s folds as she was slumped over the previous ‘stage prop piggy’. The crowd still applauded the short performance of the end of Wendy’s life. The clown had now turned his attention back to the crowd “Another piggy popped…!” He laughed, that comment and his action of grabbing the heel of her leg that still draped across his lap and tossing it roughly out of the way, like it was a nuisance, were the last attentions he paid to her.

She was now another body on the pile and it was time for the clown to move on with his performance and continue the show. He grinned and pointed to a busty brunette in the front row. She wore her hair in pig tails and a school girl costume as some kind of erotic homage to those teen slasher movie flicks. “Ahh lookie what we have here.” He grinned as he pointed her out, instantly recognising the cliché look, “Get up here on stage Piggy what say we have a little fun and put on another show for these fine folk…” His question was more of a command and the cliché ‘school girl’ excitedly made her way up the stage stairs…  

The show continued for an hour or so after the ‘school girl’ fell slumped over Wendy’s corpse. The pile of limp girls grew higher and a second pile began on the other side of the clown. His next ‘performer’ would have to carefully step over the piles to get to her position as next on the clown’s lap, looking down as she stepped over the body pile and seeing those dead eyes looking back up at her, knowing she too would soon join this ever growing pile of corpses and be forgotten very soon! And yet, each one met their fate with eager excitement.

By the time the curtain fell and the performance was over, a total of 12 girls graced the stage and our Wendy was buried under 4 of them. She was just a forgotten corpse in the pile and the crowd cheered and clapped as the lights came on and they left the tent. They chattered amongst themselves as they wandered off to find a pop corn stand or to try to win a prize at the many other events.

Mean while, carnival workers worked to clear the stage. They picked up the lifeless bodies by the arms and feet and unceremoniously dumped them into a rotten wooden cart. Arms, legs, hands, heels and hair dangled and hung over the edges of the cart as it was piled high. One of the workers cried “Bring out yer dead!” and the other one slapped him hard on the shoulder “Dude, how many times do I have to tell you, that joke wore out the months ago!” The first worker grumbled and went to lead the mangy pony on.

The cart arrived at the dumping area. There were a few dumpsters full of trash and body parts, while other black bags or garbage and numerous bodies lay piled up like common landfill. “Alright unload this lot but keep one of them for tonight’s dinner. Carnival is near closing and our clowns will be famished.” said the large worker, obviously the team leader.

 “Which one do I pick? You have any preferences, I mean they all look so delicious.” asked the second worker as he peered over the edge of the overflowing corpse cart.

“I don’t fucking care!” Barked the team leader “nor will the others, they’ll eat it just the same, just leave one in the cart.” He rolled his eyes and sighed, clearly exhausted with his co-worker.

As to what happened to Wendy’s body, no one knows. She could have been left in the wagon and was led off to find one last purpose on this earth or just tossed onto the ever growing corpse pile by the city dumpsters, mixed up with countless other bodies and bags of carnival trash, only to be collected by the city and dumped into a landfill, left buried to rot, get picked at by gulls and wild dogs… forgotten!

 

Whatever the case, neither of the Aristocrat sisters made it home after carnival night! 

  

Gladiatrix 

The Roman Empire had control of most of Europe and northern Africa, where Gladiators were a big part of the culture. Blood sports for entertainment, to ease the troubles of the mob and satisfy their thirst for blood and death. Slaves were bought and sold all over the empire and some of the stronger ones were sold to Ludus' or Gladiator houses. 

Vanatrix was one such slave. She fought against the Roman Empire's expansion in Africa. Her tribe's warriors were not only men but women too. They were famous for beautiful warrior women and made very entertaining Gladiators. Or rather Gladiatrix, for that is what a female gladiator is called. Gladiatrix were rare because most female slaves were kept as house slaves or pleasure slaves, whores and the like but few warrior women captured and sold to those who trained Gladiators made quite the spectacle. 

Vanatrix's Dominus or 'Gladiator Owner', had spent a few coin to acquire this strong, confident fighter. His Ludus was a simple one, a few low level fighters. He trained Gladiatrix mostly, he thought that they could be more mainstream than they were, more than just a side show and one day he believed a Gladiatrix could fight, and win, in the main event in the grand Roman coliseum but for now he was left sending his fighters out onto the bloodied sands of small town fighting pits. 

He saw promise in Vanatrix, she had only been under his Ludus' roof for a few months and she had won every fight she was entered into. Many other Gladiatrix fell to her blade and was starting to make quite the name for herself and her Dominus. Word of her battles had reached ears of some low level politicians close to Rome and her Dominus had hosted many an event at his Ludus showing off his stock and having his slaves entertain his guests. He was close to getting an invite, not directly to the grand coliseum, not yet, but a few of the more popular fighting arenas. Here, his Gladiatrix would get noticed by more influential Romans and then... The Coliseum!    

However, Vanatrix's Dominus had a rival, he too wanted a spot in the grand battles Rome hosted. He too had set his sights on the gold, women and power such a position held. He knew that Vanatrix would put his Rival close, if not in Rome it's self. A beautiful dark skinned warrior woman set to light up the stadiums and leave him as a footnote, fighting for scraps behind. Something had to be done. 

The rival hatched a plan. He too also had the ear of the politicians and he started to sing the praises of Vanatrix to them, claiming she was as able as any male Gladiator and could face off against the best of them. Now this was probably true, she was very skilled but had only ever beaten male Gladiators from the smaller Luduses. He pushed her abilities beyond what even her own Dominus would. Her own Dominus knew, she was untested again stronger male opponents and wished her to work up to them, after more training. However, his rival got the politicians eager to see her fight a mighty Gladiator. 

The rival planted a seed in the heads of the politicians, for he was certainly a very good manipulator and fancied himself in a political position as well. So the politicians visited Vanatrix's Ludus and her Dominus thought it was to enjoy his hospitality and discuss his ideas for more lucrative fights. In a way, he was right. 

They did enjoy his hospitality, they enjoyed his food and his wine, enjoyed many of his beautiful slave girls but they had a proposition; Vanatrix to fight a male gladiator of their choosing and if she wins, they will sponsor his ludus and make sure his Gladiarix see the sands of the grand Roman Coliseum!  

The dominus was hesitant but, she had proven herself against any who faced up to her in the local fighting pits. So, he agreed! 

The headline fight came around, a local fighting arena was the host. A far cry from the grandeur of Rome but this was just a stepping stone. 

The crowd roared as Vanatrix was announced. She had gotten used to the roar of the crowd as was quite the show fighter. She taunted the rival Dominus, she wanted to prove herself. She wanted to fight in Rome, fight and earn her freedom. She was eager, she was ready and she looked as hot as ever in her new, exposing armour. Oh she was going to put on a real show for the crowd and when they saw her dressed in her new armour, they roared even louder! 

Vanatrix was eager to bloody her blade but then her opponent was announced! He was NOT a fighter from one of the local Luduses, he was NOT untested against such an opponent, and he was far from unknown! 

It seemed the rival had done a fantastic job of over publicising Vanatrix and her skills, for the politicians wanted to see a real fight and they had personally paid one of the more prestigious Luduses for one of their champion fighters. A Mermilo fighter! 

Vanatrix's Dominus was annoyed, angered and he knew he had been betrayed. He looked over at his rival who merely grinned in return. He then knew what had happened!

Even so, Vanatrix saw the giant Gladiator and was still confident if not as much as she was previously. The fight began! 

Vanatrix put up a strong fight but it was clear early on she was out classed. She was on the back foot for most of the fight, defending her position more than attacking, yet she held her ground well against such a champion. If only she could find an opening, just one flaw in his fighting she could take advantage of. The rival looked on with concern, he thought she should of lost easily by now and yet she continued to be a worthy opponent. The crowd cheered her on, this was indeed a fight worthy of Rome!

Vanatrix's Dominus watched on, powerless as the stronger Gladiator closed off every attack she launched but as he watched her, he realised she was testing him, testing her opponent's defences and he smiled to himself, he knew eventually she would find it. He had been proud of how well she adapted to battle, how quickly she learnt her opponent.   

Just then, the Mermilo left her an opening and she took it! 

Her Dominus watched with wide eyes and bated breath "Not yet...." He gasped. 

Vanatrix was indeed adaptive and a skilled fighter but she failed to see the Mermilo's rouse. She took her shot, he parried, her sword fell from her hand and her large, ample breast was now touching the sharpened tip of his spear. He held her there for a moment; the crowd thought she was going to retourt and escape, her Dominus wondered why the Mermilo hadn't killed her yet but it was only moments, enough time for the Mermilo to growl, only loud enough for her to hear "Such a waste of fine black pussy!", She looked up with wide eyes into the grille of his mask and could only just make out the glint of his teeth as he grinned and then it came. 

The Mermilo shoved the spear forward, it punctured her large breast and she gulped as she felt the razor sharp steel slice into her tit meat as the tip lodged it's self between her ribs. The Mermilo gave her the slither of hope, wanted her to feel her demise but, after the initial shock passed, Vanatrix wouldn't let him have the pleasure... "What's the matter Mermilo? Don't have the strength to finish me?" Even though her end was seconds away and her heart was pounding in her chest she refused to give him the satisfaction of her fear.

The Mermilo growled with anger at her comment and with an agry scream, he shoved the spear through her chest! The broad tip pushed through her ribs and sliced her heart in two, she grunted and gagged as she felt her heart stop and the steel push out her back. The crowed cheered at her demise. Sure they enjoyed watcher her fight but the crowed were fickle; they may have loved her while she was alive but they loved death and blood even more. 

The Mermilo pushed the dying Gladiatrix against the arena wall and picked up her sword. She slumped against the wall, gasping and her chest heaved. She looked up as the Mermilo approached her sword in hand. All she could do was watch as he took a fistful of her long black hair and with a single swing of the sword, removed her head from her shoulders. Seconds later, her jaw slowly dropped and her tongue rolled out. Her pupils dilated and her eyes rolled up as the Mermilo held her head up high, showing off his trophy to the cheering crowd. And so passes Vanatrix. 

Her Dominus sighed and hung his head as his rival gloated "I sure hope she made you a profit, while she was alive." He grinned "Oh you did make use of those tits I hope.." He laughed and started to turn away...

"Hmm Sorry about your girl." Said one of the politicians as the rival smirked behind them. "However, rarely have we seen such prowess and from a woman too!" The Dominus lifted his head and slowly looked towards the politicians as did the rival, although he had more a puzzled expression on his face. 

The politicians continued; "If your other Gladiatrix fight as well as this one did, they may be quite the crowd pleasure. We are such they will die at the hands of the Rome champions but what the spectacle they will be! Bring your Gladatrix to Rome my friend, let them die on the Coliseum's Sands and give the people a sight they will never forget!" 

The rival looked shocked, his plan had back fired, the Dominus had been invited to Rome! "We'll make the arrangements, you bring the fighters!" the politicians said to him as they left. 

The Dominus looked down into the Arena, the Mermilo parading Vanatrix's head around for the crowd before heartily throwing it into the stands and yet the Dominus watched with a huge smile. She had done it, she'd given him everything he ever wanted. 

He would be sure to commission a marble statue of her, in all her glory. 

Church

Joey: Neither myself, Wendy or Dee are religious but our local church, is kinda fun! The priest has a very particular method to teach his form of religion. He teaches that us women are 'vessels of sin'. Yeh whatever! We always get the bad end of the shitty stick when it comes to religion however, if we ever feel like we need our weekly does of degradation, it is always hot to hear how sinful we are but hitting our degradation kink isn't the only reason to love our church. 

You see, the priest has a very unique way of preaching his message; One girl volunteers or is chosen to be 'the vessel of sin' and, as the priest preaches his sermon, the girl works her way around the male congregation for them to 'offload their sin' into her! Yup, you guessed it! Those sinful males need to work out their sin so they take their turn fucking the 'vessel' and coming inside her, therefore filling her up with their sin. Now of course, we dont subscribe to any of that but boy is it fun to be fucked by every male in a congregation, so publicly while a priest shouts his sermon about how sinful we are. 

The fun doesn't end there, however. Once the 'vessel' is full of 'sin' or rather, once the slut is full of cum she makes her way onto the stage with the priest. The 'vessel' is then sacrificed, locking the sin away inside her. In layman's terms.... she is decapitated by the priest with a large machete in front of the congregation! Oh how they chant and cheer as she kneels down in front of the priest, facing the audience and he grips her hair and raises that sharpened machete. 

He and his assistants have gotten pretty good at snuffing a girl. One swing and her head pops clean off! He holds her head up for the congregation to cheer "Halleluiah!!!" at the top of their lungs as her pupils dilate and the last thing she sees is the town folk clapping and cheering at her demise. 

Her head is then displayed outside of the church for the week ahead, to remind people that their sin has been washed away until next Sunday. While her body is then taken by the priest and his wife makes a delicious Sunday roast for him, his family and the town's high officials, including the Mayor, police chief and top business leaders because, apparently, only the pious can prepare the meat of the 'sin-filled' and then consume that sin to send back and to nullify it..... Yeh I know what you are thinking; it's just a cheap way for the priest to get a free quality roast and then get together with the town's powerful to push their agenda. Either way... what a great time for a horny snuff slut meat girl!    

This week, however, the priest was very vocal and overly preachy, even more than usual. It seems that week he had witnessed more sin in the town than normal and it would take THREE 'vessels' to hold all the 'sin' from the week. The fact that the priest has a large meeting with many of the religious top brass that week and he is in charge of the catering has nothing to do with it I'm sure, probably just a coincidence. Right?

Well, whatever it was, what better an excuse for Wendy, Dee and I get get publicly degraded, fucked and popped?  :p

For Mikey!

Recently, we produced a scene for my physco friend Mikey and his wife Mol. We were sat in the park in Stepford. Myself (Joey), Mikey and Mol, we were enjoying a fun and naughty time in the park. I knew this wouldn't end well for me, after all, Mikey is one of my favourite physcos. He requested I strip naked for him and put on a show for himself and his wife. Now Mol, his wife, is such a wonderful woman, a beautiful redhead and those two make a wonderful couple. However, she is such an enabler for Mikey,...

As I was dancing for Mikey beside the bench, showing myself off for his entertainment, Mol grew a wicked grin as she watched him leer over my body. She dipped her hand into her purse and pulled out a large hand gun! She handed it to Mikey, holding the barrel and offering him the handle. She tapped his thigh to get his attention. He looked down and saw the gun she was handing him. He looked up and grinned at his wife. She smirked back and side nodded her head towards me. With a chuckle and after kissing his wife softly on her red lips, he lifted the gun and as I turned around, I barely had a moment to take in that the large calibre barrel was pointed directly at me, when... Bang!

Perfect shot, right between my eyes. I slumped down onto the bench with a flump! Brains splattered all over the bench behind me and a perfectly round hole in my forehead! "Ah you always know just what I'm thinking." Mikey smiled at his wife. 

Just then, Dee, the new waitress trotted along and came over to investigate what the gun shot was. She gasped and giggled as she saw my limp body slumped on the bench. Mikey Looked up at the dark skinned cutie. He gave Mol another mischievous look and a grin curled on his lips. Mol noticed it and looked up at the investigating waitress. 

"Isn't she beautiful Mikey?" Commented Mol with a slight smirk to her voice. 

"She sure is. Such wonderful curves, perky breasts and an angelic, face...." He replied. Dee giggled and smiled at them both. 

"anyway..." Mikey said looking away from Dee and smiling at his wife. 

He quickly raised the pistol towards Dee's head and without even directly looking and so quick she had no time to react.. Pulled the trigger......

That was a fun image to create, thanks to Mikey and Mol for helping us to produce it. 

Next, we Have a a new machine! Some inventor contacted me and asked if I wanted to check out his new machine. called 'The Slicer'. Sounded like the perfect machine for Dee to check out and test.. right? Well she leapt at the chance and headed over as soon as she could. 

This 'The Slicer' is powered by compressed air, and a compressor. Dee is chained by the wrists to the floor of the test area. Below her a grated drain. Once she is positioned, a large, thick stainless steel spit is driven upwards. She squirms and wriggles as best she can as the cool, pointed steel slides into her eager little pussy. The poor girl can't help but moan as the compressed air powered spit is pushed deeper and deeper into her guts. 

Meanwhile, the inventor decided, why not have a little fun with his test subject. He unzips his pants, pulls out his large hardened cock, wraps his hands around the back of her head and proceeds to throat fuck our dark skinned snuff slut. The whole time, the steel spit works it's way through her body. The investor can't help but cum al over Dee's delicate face and ample tits. However, watching her squirm against her restraints as the spit moves deeper and deeper soon riles him up for a second load. Back down her throat goes his cock! 

The spit stops level with Dee's collar bones, the thick tip lodged in her oesophagus and the system holds it there. Almost run through entirely, Dee moans around the inventor's cock as she cums on the thick stainless steel pole. 

He pulls his dick from her warm, welcoming mouth and grips his fingers into her long black curls, pulling up firmly. He continues to furiously pleasure himself as he looks down on the doomed Dee. Her lips smiling up at him, cum dripping from her soft, delicate features and her green eyes looking up at him. 

"Alright little piggy, open wide, let me see that tongue and we'll part that beautiful head of yours from your shoulders." He smirked. Dee giggled and opened her mouth wide, rolling out her tongue, she tilted her head back, giving him the perfect view. "Good girl...." 

Then, just as he is about to cum for a second time, he stamps on a nearby peddle. There is a sudden, loud hiss of compressed air and a large, sharp, angled blade is forced, at high speed, horizontally along a rail, mounted on the wall behind Dee. In a split second and with no resistance, the heavy blade slices clean through Dee's dark, slender neck as it it wasn't even there! It leaves a perfect clean cut and, because her hair is being firmly pulled upwards, her head is neatly lifted from her shoulders. 

As the blade comes to the end of it's rail, hitting a rubber stop, the spit that was resting inside Dee's torso, is suddenly forced quickly through her, now exposed, throat hole! 

With her mouth still wide open and her tongue still rolled out invitingly, the inventor cums. For the last few moments before Dee expires, thick ropes of inventor cum is shot directly into her open mouth and few stray ropes splatter her cheeks. She fades before the inventor finishes and he finishes cumming on her face as he watches her pupils dilate. "Fuuuuck, that's fucking awesome!"

He lifts Dee's head up to eye level and admires how cleanly it was removed from her shoulders and with such efficiency. He walks over to his desk, covered in blueprints and tools and drops Dee's head into a prepared box. He walks over and and clicks off a small camcorder he had set up to document his test. He pulls out the storage from the camera and pops it into an envelope.   along with a short note that reads "Thought you might like this 11 pound, slightly used, sex toy. Check out the thumb drive enclosed and you know where to find me if ever you want to play with a piggy yourself." 

He then seals the envelope and pops it into the box, onto of Dee's lifeless head. He seals up the box and slaps a label on it.... "Mikey - Mayor of Stepford"

Market Day

Every Thursday was market day in town. Stall holders would open up and sell their wares to the public. It was a busy day in town, plenty of crowds looking for a deal of some sort, the air thick with the sound of stall holders shouting for attention, and the streets bustled. 

In one corner of the street was a meat stall but they didn't sell cuts of prepared meat from a local butchers, no. They were a strict processing stall. They auctioned off local meat to the highest bidder. They had no supplier, they purely slaughtered volunteers or presented meat girls on the day. They had no stock other than what was presented on the day. 

You may be asking why this was even 'a thing'. Surely meat girls were processed and slaughtered at meat plants or butchers. That is very much true. However, establishments that deal with slaughtering of meat at a permanent location had mandated records to keep, red tape to cut and overheads to meet. Pop up market stalls were slightly different. 

They auctioned off the cattle on the spot, to the highest bidder, no questions asked. If the meat met the standards for human consumption, they were auctioned and slaughtered. This was a great benefit for small, local butchers, restaurants and meat enthusiasts. These businesses didn't have the buying power many larger establishments had so the larger orders would be filled first and smaller establishments  were left with orders filled last and if they were not buying in bulk, often paid higher prices. 

So, in order to keep local establishments running, profitable and not shut down by larger ones, pop up markets offered a great opportunity to get quality, whole cattle for reasonable prices. The cattle provided was usually very high quality or at least priced accordingly. Bidders were only allowed to bid on one or two girls per day, to stop larger establishments snapping up all the quality cattle and thus negating the need for the market stalls in the first place. 

Due to the nature of the pop up market stall, no records were ever kept. Permanent locations had to keep records, as previously explained and were often audited. Market stalls just needed a license to trade and nothing more. 

The stall had been pretty busy and it was just past lunch time when Dee arrived. She sauntered towards the stall just as another auction had finished and the stall worker was hollering for volunteers or offered cattle.  

Dee had set out to volunteer her self that day and as such wore nothing more than heels and a few adornments. Proudly naked and wearing a soft smile, the petite, dark skinned beauty negotiated the crowds towards the hollering stall worker. A crowd of potential bidders had already gathered around the worker, waiting for the next lot to be offered. They parted as Dee walked through the crowd, murmurs started running through the crowd already as their eyes snapped onto her as her hips swayed seductively towards the centre of the crowd.  Her large, round breasts bounced perfectly as she made her way through. The stall worked turned and looked down at the naked Dee with a grin. She looked up at him and smiled coyly back. 

"Hmm Dark Meat... Here to volunteer?" 

"mhmm" Replied Dee and that's all it took. The stall worked gently but firmly pulled her into the centre of the crowd and started his inspection. He ran his large hands over her rounded black rump, kneading his fingers into her firm flesh "mhmm mm very good." he muttered to himself, running his hands down her thighs, squeezing them firmly as if testing a fruit for it's ripeness. He parted her thighs and firmly slipped a coupled of digits into her pussy without a word of warning. She let out a soft moan as his digits entered her and curled up to rub her G-spot, his thumb rubbing her clit. This, of course, wasn't for her pleasure, he was conducting his inspection. Yet she didn't hide the fact she was enjoying it. 

Once he was satisfied, he quickly removed his digits and walked behind her. He reached around and cupped one of her perfect brown orbs. He squeezed it like one might a cantaloupe in a super market. "All right.." He said with a nod and then looked towards his co-worker, cleaning the stall. 

"Dan.. Dan.. DAN!" He shouted over. "Got some quality Dark meat ready to auction." 

"Dark meat?" came shouted reply "Nice! Alright get it up here!"

The stall worked wrapped his arm around Dee's waist and motioned for the crowd to part... 

"C'mon fellas, let me through. Circle the stage if  you want some dark meat."

The Stall worker had asked for no details from Dee, not even her name. He didn't have to and as far as he was concerned she was nothing more than product. She'd volunteered and was now his to sell off. She was stock. 

He never once directly addressed her other than to ask the question if she was volunteering and now he was ushering her up the wooden steps of the stage to auction her off. Her heels tapped beautifully against the wood and she made her way to the front of the make shift stage. 

Dee stood proudly and confidently, her hands on her hips and her chest puffed out. She had a coy smirk on her face as her green eyes scanned the crowd. The stall holder swatted her chocolate rump firmly, causing a slap to ring out. Dee yelped slightly  and flicked her brows. 

"Alright... Next Lot.. NEXT LOT FOR AUCTION!" he shouted. Some of the crowd turned towards the stage, keen to see what was up for bidding next. 

"Got ourselves some quality dark meat up here." This caused even more people to turn towards the stage and murmurs again started to ring out through the crowd. 

"That's right guys, TWICE in one day! Feast your eyes on this piggy, look at that dark skin, colour of milk chocolate. A delicacy in it's self." Dee leant forward, bending over at the hips and cocking a leg off to one side, She enjoyed showing herself off and as the stall worker called her out, she displayed herself perfectly to the crowd. 

"A perfect black rump roast here fellas and a fillet as tight and smooth as they come, not a hair on this piggy's body below it's eyebrows!" he laughed, swatting her ass again. "Large portions of breast meat, firm and tender, this piggy is perfect for your butcher's shop, Stan.." he said winking at a guy in the crowd "Imagine seeing this meat swinging from your window display hook, gonna get those punters in. Piece it out, sure your regulars would love some exotic dark meat eh Stan." he chuckled before turning back to eye the crowd. 

Dee switched poses and continued to display herself. flashing the crowd a seductive look as she licked her plump lips and wiggled her chest, causing her breasts to jiggle delightfully. 

"Or, your freezer getting low. Fill it up with exotic cuts. Those home butchers out there; imagine pulling out THESE ribs for that Sunday BBQ with the boys!" More voices started to murmur around the crowd as more people started to gather around the auction stage. Dee displayed herself perfectly, her long black curls flowing over her slender shoulders. 

"Weather's good, why not head to the beach or country park, kick a ball around and shove a spit through this delicious sow and roast it whole, great evening for it right?" Dee just loved how this stall worker was objectifying her, his ideas filling her mind and turning her on, wondering just how her bidder would process her.

"Dark meat is a rarity but this is the second sow today, even so, pricing will reflect quality and rarity so starting bid.. $200!" Hands flew up! and as Dee spun around, bending over to flash her rump and part her chocolate thighs to tease a flash at her moistening pussy folds, the stall worker started his auction. 

"225..250... 275.... 300!" The price rose and continued to rise... "400.. 425... 450... do I hear 475? anyone." As auctions do, they eventually slow as the price was soon to be decided. Then a voice from the crowd rang out 

"550!"

The worker snapped to look at the bidder and grinned "550.. very nice." He then looked at the other guys who were still bidding to see if they would up the bid any further and one by one they glumly shook their heads. Dee watched and then flashed a sultry smile at the highest bidder as the stall worker pointed a him and shouted "SOLD.. $550... Well done sir, fine.. FINE piece of dark meat you got yourself. May I ask what your intentions are? .. professional curiosity of course." 

he bidder laughed and smiled "BBQ ribs with the boys tonight, the rest.. pieced out in the freezer. Keep that BBQ sizzling all summer long!" 

"Oh sounds delicious, may insist on an invite myself mhm mm " said the stall worker as he slapped Dee's ass hard one las time. "Alright, congratulations, lets get this piggy popped, head over to the stall and pay there my friend."

The worker firmly grabbed Dee's hips and guided her off the stage and towards the stall, still not addressing her. He turned her around and lifted onto the wooden bench at the front of the stall. The crowd had gathered to watch and admire the meat on display, chatting amongst themselves as the worker snapped and pointed his fingers for Dee to lay down. 

He pulled the huge, razor sharp cleaver that was stuck in the wooden counter top and raised it up in one hand. The other took a fist full of Dee's long black curls and firmly yanked her head back, exposing her slender neck. She laid on the counter top in full display of the busy market crowd, her eyes locked on the edge of that cleaver as the worker raised it into the air. He locked his eyes onto her neck, the vein in her neck lightly pulsing under her skin as she lifted her chin a little more, giving him an even better target for that heavy blade....

The worker said nothing to Dee, even as he lifted the cleaver ready to end her life. She flashed a smile and the worker, unceremoniously brought the blade down on her neck with one swift, heavy.. 'WHAAAACK!' The blade stuck into the wooden counter as a thick pool of crimson blood started to pool on the counter. 

The worker lifted Dee's head clean and clear from her body, a thick rope of blood hung from her severed neck to the pool forming on the counter, thick drops swinging freely from it. Dee's pupils dilated and her jaw dropped limply open her eyes rolling up under her upper eyelids. That was that.. She was gone. Now just no more that meat on a counter top. 

There wasn't even an applause from the crowd. People just walked past, milling about. Some glanced over as the cleaver fell, the sound causing a few to turn a head but very little attention was paid to the ending of Dee's life, such a thing was very common place at the market. 

The worker, still clutching Dee's head by the fist full of hair, wandered over to the side of the stall. There, just out outside of the stool, was a rusted barrel full of meat girl heads. All staring lifelessly in various different directions. All once volunteers for the market and now just nameless heads in a barrel. 

The pop up market could not just auction off volunteers alive, to be slaughtered at the buyers discretion. Part of the allowance  for market's such as these is that all meat girls had to be sold to the buyer without their heads. Part of the agreement that those that are slaughtered at these markets are left unidentifiable or mostly so, upon sale. Tattoos and various marking could identify a meat girl's corpse to a point but there was still some ambiguity, therefore the head had to be removed at point of sale. No records, no identification. 

This also meant that the heads had to be retained by the market stall operators and disposed off that same day. They could not be sold on at the end of the day, no trace of who the volunteer was should remain. There were various reason, legally, for this to be the case with pop up markets but mostly it was to ensure full anonymity. 

Therefore, these heads, would be taken away at the end of the day and the barrel emptied directly into an industrial grinder. The resulting paste often sold off at low cost to Pet food manufacturers, scarping a small profit in the process... Bet you wont look at dog food the same way again huh? 

Once the stall worker had dumped Dee's lifeless head into the barrel with the rest, he returned to the stall and settled the bill with the buyer. 

"That'll be $550, Sir and thankyou for your custom. Enjoy your summer BBQs and be sure to check back another Thursday next time you are looking to restock your freezer. Can't guarantee and dark meat but we can guarantee quality meat, every time, at a reasonable price."

The buyer crudely lifted Dee's body off from the counter and dumped it into a wheelbarrow. It slumped there, legs spread and hanging over the edge, arms handing limply over  as her hands swung in the breeze. 

"Oh  I sure will.. Now I got to get this home and butcher it before the boys arrive.." He laughed, gave the stall worker a thumbs up and wheeled his purchase to his vehicle. 

As Dee's body was roughly loaded into a dirty pick up truck and the tail gate slammed shut on her, the stall worker returned to his post just below the auction stage. As he arrived a leggy Red head, in a yellow short summer dress, was being ushered through the crowd by a clean shaven man "You volunteering this redhead Sir?" 

" I am!" 

"Alright, have her strip off and I'll start my inspection.........."

Multi-clones 

So what do you do when the Genetics lab ends up popping out too many clones of the new girl? You'd be surprised, it happens ALOT but we just can't have more than one of these clones wandering around the world at any one time. So I guess it's time to put on a snuff show. Going to go find our best killer and have him put on a show!

First up; Archery! 

Let's give our archer five arrows and see what he can do with those. Our lovely little snuff slut is eager as ever  and squirms in excitement against her bindings as the archer raises his bow. First arrow to the groin and that made her squeal. The next three to her large left breast, straight to the heart. Such a joy to watch that breast jiggle with every arrow hit but with each hit, our little snuff toy is a little less vocal. Still pretty excitable thought. Oh and the last one to the forehead, that's one clone finished off... Lead in the next! 

 Ok, so lets hand our killer a nice sharp machete and kneel the next clone down in front of him. He wraps his fingers into our snuff slut's curly hair and she tilts her head. Don't you just love it when an eager little snuff toy offers up her neck like that? With one swift swing, her head lifts off perfectly. Nice work fella! That's another cloned popped off! 

Once we have cleared up the corpse of the last toy we'll bring in the next. Ah here we go. Our killer fetched a long leather strap and a stool and instructs our little snuff bunny to bend over. Got to love how she playfully presents her ass and, oh! oh well, I guess we can't  deny our killer a little more fun, as he unzips his fly and slips that big old dick into his next victim. Judging by the soft moan, I have a feeling she liked that! She lifts her chin and happily allows the killer to wrap that strap around her slender neck. He pulls it taught and... off they go! He's got a real strong grip on that strap and pulls hard as he fucks the wriggling little toy. Think he'll finish off before he finishes her off? Let's find out! 

Next up.. Oh a Saint Andrew's Cross?! Those are some heavy chains holding our eager little snuff clone to the steel. Speaking of steel, the killer has wandered in wielding a rather sharp looking bastard sword. Looks like he's going to give her a 'soldier's death'! His left hand grips the handle and aims that razor sharp point directly at her breast. His right hand placed flat against the pummel, perfect form as he leans forward and with a couple of good shoved, putting his entire body weight behind that blade, he shoves that sword tip right through her breast, her ribcage and one final, forceful push, straight through her heart! Incredible form. A Roman Gladiator would of been proud. The sound of the sharpened blade being pushed into her was so crisp and sheer and that arousing grunt our little plaything made with each shove... ahh now you don't often see a snuff like that! 

Now here's one we prepared earlier. Oh what a perfect display! Oh.. Oh wow! I knew this was coming but to actually see it! Our killer is not only a killer but he's a damn artist! This last clone has been vertically bisected with laser precision. The perfect display for the end of the show. Now don't mind me but I'm gong to just have to take a closer look at that display. I wonder if our killer has time to give me an up close demonstration as to how he done that? You think he has one more bisection in him? Well this is Joey signing off, hopefully.. permanently. *purrs*

The Waitress 2

It was lunchtime in the small, Stepford Diner. The beginning of a fresh, new week and two waitresses were on duty, the head waitress and a new, dark skinned trainee. They had been fairly quiet that morning, which was perfect, as the head waitress could train the new waitress in the basics of coffee making, serving tables and the like but the lunch rush was just around the corner. 

Two women wandered into the diner, laughing and joking amongst themselves. They seemed to be good friends and were arriving at the diner to enjoy a meal and break bread with each other. 

The head waitress nodded towards the pair as they sat down in a quiet booth and the new trainee, nodded back with a bright smile. She picked up her notepad and pen and sauntered over to the customer's table. Her eyes bright as she smiled warmly at the friends, who were now chatting happily as they browsed the menu. 

"Good morning." Said the trainee as she stood beside the table, proudly standing before the pair with her warm, bright smile. "I hope you are having just a wonderful day today."

The pair looked up and returned the friendly smile "Oh yes indeed, "one customer replied "We have been out shopping and thought we'd stop in for some lunch before heading back for round two." They both laughed and the other customer added "Today was pay day and our credits cards are having a real work out." The waitress laughed, her wide, friendly smile never leaving her lips. 

One customer eyed the trainee up and down slowly "Oh new waitress?" She asked.

"Well yes m'am" came the trainee's soft reply "started work a couple of days ago." 

"wonderful.." replied the second customer "always nice to see a new.. face." she smirked a little as she openly eyed the scantily clad waitress. "And so friendly too."

"I am glad your day has been good so far. I hope you have bought many pretty things on your shopping trip. Are you ready to order or would you like a little more time?" said the trainee, beaming at the pair. 

"Oh I think we can order now right?" The first customer said, looking to her friend for clarification. "Oh yes. I'm famished. Looking forward to a meaty lunch." 

"Wonderful.." replied the waitress, looking down to her pad and placing the tip of her pen on the paper, poised to note down their order, "What would you like to drink, I think that's a good place to start." she laughed lightly. 

"Oh yes, two coffees, cream and sugar please." One customer replied, ordering for them both. The waitress jotted down the order and then looked back up, darting a look between the two, "And to eat?"

The first customer looked up from her menu and towards the dark skinned trainee "Is there any fresh meat on the roaster right now?", The other customer still browsing the menu.

The waitress continued "Unfortunately there is not, "she said with a slightly disappointed tone to her voice, only because she felt the customer's desires were not to be met. "But we do have a selection of chilled cuts our chef is more than happy to cook for you, fresh delivery this week. " her voice cheered up a little, to offer the customers an alternative, however she continued in her perky tone "Or if you do wish freshly roasted meat, I am, of course, available and at your service." She smiled brightly, giving a slight side nod and a cute, dainty bow. This made both customers look up from the menu with interest and eye her intently with wide smiles. 

"Oooh Dark meat! That is a rarity!" The other customer exclaimed. The waitress beaming proudly. "Indeed! How can anyone resit that?" they laughed. "We'll take fresh thankyou!"

The waitress smiled and jotted down something on her notepad before once again looking up with a helpful smile "And what cuts would you like, as you can see, there is much to choose from." She giggled playfully. The customers looked over the waitress hungrily as she stood there proudly, ready to happily take their order. 

It wasn't long before the first order came through.  The second customer looked up for a moment "Tell me, are you 'grass fed'?" The waitress looked down to the customer and nodded, her bright smile still beaming. She fluttered her lashes over her green eyes and replied, proudly "Oh yes m'am! I am fed on a strict vegetarian diet." The customers nodded with satisfaction and the second customer lowered her gaze once more. She eyed the waitress' soft, smooth pussy, nestled between her toned chocolate thighs.

"In that case, that fillet looks just delicious, think I'll take that." She said, making her order. 

"Very good m'am," replied the waitress, scribbling on her notepad "and would you like all the trappings with that?" The customer looked up wide eyed and a big smile, flicking a gaze to her friend, who retorted  "Oh not often you get the trappings with a fillet." "No it is not!" exclaimed the second customer before looking up at the waitress with her answer "Yes please, all the trappings oh and keep the piercings in  they look like the perfect decoration." The waitress laughed and nodded as she jotted down the request, the fillet and the internal organs that go with it, decoration to remain. She looked back up "Will that be all or you would like any other fresh cuts?" 

The second customer pondered for a moment, eyeing the waitress a little more before looking up with a smile "Yes, I'll take a few slices of rump and thigh, they look just deliciously tender. "Very good." Smiled the waitress as she wrote down the addition "The chef today will roast with a sweet honey glaze, would that be satisfactory for you?" The customers looked at one another and nodded "Oh very much so, the honey glaze here is fantastic." The beautiful trainee smiled and nodded in agreement. 

"..And for you m'am, do you have your order ready?" She smiled warmly. 

"Oh yes, I think I'll take a breast, piercings also, they just look so adorable and a serving of ribs thankyou." Came the eager order. Again, the waitress put pen to pad, nodding as she listened and wrote. Looking up she asked "Any particular side?" she said with a slight giggle, playfully shaking her chest to make her rounded brown orbs jiggle delightfully. The customer laughed along with the waitress "Chef's choice, they both look mouth-watering."

The waitress nodded and smiled proudly at such a compliment "Why thankyou and of course, chef's choice. Would you like anything else? Remember, You ordered a fresh roast, so you have the pick of cuts." She reminded the customer. The customer thought for a moment and then smiled, flashing a look towards her friend.

"Actually can we gets some sides for the table?" she replied once her eyes met the waitress' once more. Her companion nodded in agreement. 

"Of course m'am." replied the waitress reassuringly. "What would you like?"

"Well it's been a while since we ordered fresh so, for the table, I think we'll take half a brain, both eyes and the tongue." Without so much as flinch, the waitress wrote down the order "very good" she said as she did so. 

"Oh good call!" The second customer exclaimed "Oh and while we're at it, can we add heart to go?"

"Heart to go.. certainly!" Came the waitress' reply as she quickly added to the order without looking up from her note pad. She finished writing and smiled at the two ladies "Quite the lunch order, it seems all that shopping has helped you work up an appetite!" She giggled.

"Quite!" came the reply from the first customer "Not to mention the food looks too good to pass up." laughed the second. 

The waitress read back their order for clarification "So that's two coffees, cream and sugar, Sweet honey glazed fresh roaster cuts, Fillet with all the trappings, piecing's included, with a side of roasted ham and thigh, sliced, one breast, also with piecing's included, a side serving of ribs, left or right at discretion of the chef. A serving of half brain, two eyes and tongue for the table with the heart to go." She looked up again, smiling brightly and proudly at both customers "Will that be all?" 

Both customers laughed and nodded "Yeh I think after all that we'll be pretty stuffed." 

All three laughed and the waitress signed the order and wrote the table number along side. This whole time, the head waitress had been hovering a little way back from the trainee, assessing her ordering technique and demeaner. She smiled proudly, it seemed she was very pleased with the way the trainee had conducted herself. As the order was coming to a close, she had wandered off into the kitchen area and emerged holding a large, thick stainless steel spit pole. She approached the table just as the three were finishing up, laughing and smiling at each other. 

The head waitress stepped up slightly behind and to the side of the trainee and rested the base of the spit onto the tiled floor. It made a heavy, metallic 'thunk' as it rested on the tiles and she lay her other hand, silently but firmly onto the trainee's shoulder. 

Without hesitation, the trainee smiled again at the customers "It is customary, when you order a fresh roaster, for the meat to be spit right here, at your table." she said with a smile, her eyes quickly darting to the upright spit being held by the head waitress, "May I interest you in that custom today?"

"Oh of course!" came the reply in unison from both customers, leaning forward on the table, eager to get a good view "That is always quite the sight." The first customer commented, "Dinner and a show!" said the second, which caused everyone to laugh lightly. 

The trainee then folded up her order book, sliding her pen into the rings holding the pages together and placed it on the table in front of herself. She then positioned herself, placing both palms flat on the table, parting those milk chocolate thighs and bending at he hips, presenting her rounded rump to the head waitress, who had, once again, lifted the heavy spit pole and was angling to be aimed perfectly between the trainee's thighs. "All right, lets get this little piggy on to cook!" Grinned the head waitress.

The trainee cast a quick smile over her shoulder at her mentor before smiling back at her customers "Bon appetite and  thankyou for choosing the Stepford Diner...." 

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After their meal, the customers leant back in their chairs with a sigh. In front of them, near empty plates, cutlery positioned together on the enamel. A few items of side salad remained along with a few small chunks of meat, a few bones and, of course, the golden jewellery they had insisted be left in the meat for decoration. The table sides had all been polished off, leaving nothing but cleaned bowls.

"That was delicious!" Exclaimed the first customer as the head waitress approached. 

The head waitress placed down a sealed, white plastic container with the Stepford diner logo on one side and a small white plate with the bill on it. "Your to go box and the bill, whenever you are ready. Please take your time and once again, thankyou for dining at the Stepford Diner......"

(With thanks to Illya (head waitress), Goth-Slut-Jenny (First Customer) and Wether (second Customer))

(Image taken in Stepford Town)

The Waitress

Early morning, the waitress opens the diner as the sun starts to shine through the window. It's time to prepare the meat for the morning rush. She calls over the beautiful new trainee and grabs herself a long, thick steel spitting pole. She positions the new trainee over the table and gets to work... The meat would be roasting perfectly by the time the waitress flips the 'open' sign over. Another wonderful day in the diner.

Joey: The Creepy Clown Show!

I love to put on a show and I got an amazing opportunity to put on a creepy clown show. I volunteered  as soon as I knew the show creepy circus was in town. I just love creepy clowns, can't explain why but they are deliciously disgusting and murderous, such a contrast to myself. It's the 'Beauty and the Beast' fetish I guess. I met the Ring Master and he was certainly impressed with my.... 'credentials'! 

"Isn't often we get to unleash our clowns on willing 'Ring Mistresses'" he laughed, "I'm sure you'll put on an amazing show!" 

He introduced me to the 'cast' of creepy clowns and boy, were these clowns creepy! I fell in love instantly! He kept having to bat them away from me, shouting that I was only for the show. It was pretty funny, these boys seemed eager to get at me. They soon got the message and just stuck to groping and and growling objectifying remarks. 

The Ring Master ran through what was expected but informed me that the show really depends on the clowns although I have to appear to be the one in charge. I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"I guess taming a clown is harder than I would of thought." I smiled. 

"Oh you have NO idea" he replied. 

Opening night for the Creep Circus arrived and it was my time to shine with the Creepy Clown show. The tent was in darkness before the show started and we, the cast, made our way onto the stage. I felt a few wandering hands in the darkness as the clowns thought it entertaining to get a quick feel in the darkness, it only got me more enthusiastic about the performance. 

The lights came on and I was in centre stage, surrounded by clowns. I welcomed the crowd and tried to get them enthused for the show to come. It was pretty easy to do as I stood there in just a red and white corset, thigh high boots, cuffs and an adorable little ring mistress' hat. There where whoops and cheers from the crowd as they eyed me, confidently on stage. 

I introduced the crowd to the cast of characters; Physco, the small cackling clown, Glutton, the fat, hungry clown with the voice that sounded like nails on a chalk board, Tiny, the tall quiet clown and the rest. 

I teased and flirted with the cast and thoroughly enjoyed showing myself off for the cheering crowd. The boys were more than happy to help get me in the mood for the show to come as Physco slid his hand up between my soft, milky thighs while I introduced Glutton. 

I was pretty excited, many girls had 'met' these clowns and now it was my turn to put on the show! 

From the sounds of the audience, they were eager to for the show to really get underway. I couldn't hold off either for much longer, I wanted these creepy clowns to have at me and with a crack of my crop I got the show started! 

I turned around, bent over in front of the Glutton and Physco, parting my thighs, giving them a perfect view of my 'goodies'. Meanwhile. I unzipped Tiny's pants and was met with a large, hardened cock. Rolling out my tongue and gripping that thick, veiny shaft, we got the show started! 

While stuffing my mouth full of Tiny's dick, Glutton stood aside me and offered up his own meaty cock for a a good stroking. Physco pulled up a trunk behind me and I felt his dirty gloved hands pressing down on my rounded pale ass. I knew what he wanted; he was a short boy and even stood on the trunk, I guessed he still wasn't tall enough to reach my eager honey pot. 

Without looking behind me, I spread my thighs even further in a lewd presentation and the audience cheered "Fuck her! Fuck her!" as I slurped on Tiny's throbbing knob. 

I didn't get the chance to see these guy's 'weapons' before the show and I was not expecting what happened next! Physco is a small guy so I certainly wasn't expecting a huge, thick cock to be pushed into me. My eyes widened and I left out a muffled moan around Tiny's dick as Physco's abnormally large cock parted my delicate folds and shoved deep inside me. Good God that cock was big! 

The audience cheered as Physco hit home, deep in my belly and started his pounding, pushing me back and forth on Tiny's dick. I popped off the cock and with a few quick strokes of my palm I gave the audience a show of Tiny squirting thick ropes of jizz into my opened mouth, down my eager throat. They seemed to enjoy that! 

 Glutton was getting frustrated, seemed he wanted more than just my palm and gingers around his cock. I'll admit, I never realised these guys had as much restraint as they actually have; Glutton waited until Physco  pushed deep into me and flooded my eager uterus full of creepy clown cum. However, once he had, Glutton pulled me off Physco's cock, pushed Tiny out of the way and positioned me on my side on top of the trunk. 

As he positioned himself, I spread my thighs, lifting my leg and offering up my hungry pussy for his cock. Without hesitation, he positioned his greasy crown and shoved his length into me. More leers from the audience erupted as Glutton leant back to push in deep and started to fuck me too. His large, flabby belly bounced against my thigh as his bulbous crown drove deep into my insides. "Thatta Boy Glutton," I encouraged him " show my pussy who's boss!" I smirked and flashed him a sultry wink. He growled a spine tingling laugh and really went to town. I was surprised how much energy such a large clown had in him, maybe that explains why he is always so hungry! 

As I propped myself up on the trunk, legs spread to give the audience a good view of my stretched out pussy, Physco jumped up on the trunk beside me and jerked his huge black cock against my breast. 

Surrounded by overly horny creepy clowns, they knew just where to stand so as not to impede the audience's view. These guys may be horny physcos but they were perfect show men! 

They were also incredibly virile! Glutton was working up to an orgasm with such enthusiasm that when he did cum he REALLY came! He hosed down my insides with another thick load of clown cum. The audience roared chats of "Fill her up!" as rope after thick, gloopy rope of jizz flooded me. The approving claps and cheers grew louder as thick squirts of gloopy cum squirted from my full pussy folds. 

Meanwhile, Physco let off loose another few ropes over my ample chest and Tiny shot a bolt into my hair. 

The boys were getting more and more enthused as the show went on. I had no idea they had such drive. The audience were getting more excited and the cheers really started to rise when Physco wriggled underneath me, Tiny, flipped me over and they both Dp'd me! I thought Physco's cock felt huge in my pussy but as he forced it into my ass, I thought I was going to split! I didn't get any time to get used to that huge, spunk coated cock burying it's self in my ass, as Tiny roughly hoisted up my leg and drove his solid cock deep into my cum filled pussy! 

"Oh! There you go boys!" I encouraged them "Show your Ring Mistress who's boss!" 

The crowd seemed to love the view of Physco's long, thick black cock stretching out my tiny little asshole as Tiny was hammering at my pussy like a steam ship's piston! 

I could already feel the huge amount of mixed cum churning and sloshing around inside of me while the taste lingered on my tongue but there was even more to cum. For a cum slut like myself, this was heaven! Physco and Tiny both came inside me at the same time and I could feel a huge deluge of jizz flooding my ass, pumping deep into my guts as another load from Tiny pumped into my pussy. I couldn't help but feel as if my poor uterus was straining full of cum, they had pumped so much evil clown cum into, my ovaries were probably drowning in the gunk! It felt amazing. 

As thick ropes of cum squirted out of me, on account of being so damn full, I couldn't help but climax myself! Of course, the audience loved that! As I cried out in pure pleasure and my body shuddered, Glutton squirting jets of jizz over my shoulder, back and hair while the other two coated my insides, the crowd went wild! 

       

I thought that must of been it. These boys had pumped so much cum into and on me, how could they have anything left?! My body was still shuddered from an intense climax and my pussy quivered but nope, it seemed they were not done yet! 

Glutton yanked me off the trunk and pushed me onto all fours. I spread my thighs wide, planting my palms flat on the stage, a wonderful upside down V presentation as Glutton drove his cock back into my sensitive pussy. The sudden plunge almost drove me over the edge instantly but it took only a few more forceful thrust from Glutton's throbbing cock to push me over. 

However, Physco had other ideas! I heard him cackling and laughing behind me and then the quick flapping of his oversized shoes on the stage as he ran around to the front of the stage. With an ear splitting creepy yell he jumped towards me......

That's when I felt it..! 

A quick flash of pain on the back of my neck as I seemed to fall onto the stage. I could see the Audience leap up off their chairs cheering and fist pumping as I fell but then everything seemed to spin around for a moment. 

Physco had taken the razor sharp machete from the back of the stage and with a powerful leap and one single swing, expertly parted my head from my climax quivering body! It was the perfect cut! Just above my 'Cum Slut' collar and my head dropped to the stage floor, bouncing a couple of times and rolling around. 

I could hear and see the roaring crowd, the climax of the show had arrived and it was that cackling, well hung Physco that ended it. The clowns cheered and laughed as Physco decapitated me. Wow, it was so unexpected and yet so incredible. I knew how these shows ended, which is why I volunteered, these killer clowns are the real deal! 

 Physco reached down to pick up my head as Glutton pumped one last load of jizz into my twitching corpse. He pulled out and my body slumped forward onto the stage with a dull, thud. The sound almost underlining my demise. Glutton's cock dripped thick glops off cum onto my ass cheeks as cum dribbled from my cooling corpse. 

The cord's cheers were starting to fade but not because they were starting to stop their sheers, no, my hearing was starting to fade, the dark vignette of the void started to surround my vision and creep quickly inward. My jaw slowly dropped open as I lost all motor control, my tongue lolled out of my mouth as as my pupils dilated and eyes rolled back, the darkness of nothingness took me. The last thing I heard before I sunk into non existence was the grating cackle of Glutton as he laughed "Now let's eat!" 

There was no way for me to know what would happen with my now still body but knowing these clowns, it'll probably be stripped off and hacked up, only to be roasted over a make shift carnie campfire while Glutton hungrily disposed of the majority of it himself! All while my lifeless head, mounted on a grotty pike 'watched' on.

Opening night for the Creepy Clown show was over. The audience more than thoroughly entertained. The circus would be in town for another six nights and by this time tomorrow I would of been forgotten and another Ring Mistress would be receiving the admiration of the crowd  as the Creepy Killer Clowns put on another show. My remains, if any, dumped into a pile along with those who not only would help the clown show during the week but also put on the various other entertainment throughout the rest of the circus. Just an ever growing collection of nameless bones and various other detritus left in the corner of the well trodden field for the city to clear away once the circus moved to it's next venue to do it all again..... 

Joey & Wendy: Deer Hunting!

Talk Show Host: Alright, well now it's time to hand over to Daren for another fun hunting video. Let's see what our famous hunter has for us today.

Daren: Hi Fellow hunters, we got an amazing video here for you this week. It's a bright, sunny day here in the forest and I am here at the hunting lodge for the opening couple of days of 'Deer Hunting Season'. 

Daren: I am joined today by these couple of real cuties! A pair of purpose bred Does fresh from our friends at 'Wendy Meats'. They really do provide for all occasions and are always looking to expand their service. These two are, high quality Does, real Grade A and I'll be soon releasing them into the forest and, after about an hour, will be heading out to hunt them! 

Daren: You may be asking, why not just slaughter them right now? Well, where is the sport in that?! *laughs* Nope, I am going to be stalking and tracking these little beauties and attempting to put them down as quickly and cleanly as possible. 

Daren: Today, I'll be using this state of the art, compound, hunters cross bow. It fires a heavy bolt which is perfect for the kind of kills we are looking for today. Those being quick and clean! So I will be aiming for heart shots only with these two. These bolts should easily do the job of getting deep into the chest cavity and piercing the heart and because of their circumference will wound the organ so dramatically, it should stop pumping instantly. Very little blood, nice and clean! These kind of kills only come with practice and this type of bow is not for the novice. So get to know your prey's anatomy and practice with lesser weapons before moving onto the cross bow. 

Daren: I hear you asking why I haven't mentioned attempting headshots. While this bow easily has the power to send one of it's bolts through the skull and into the brain, thus resulting in a quick, clean kill, this pair of does are of such high quality, not only suitable for consumption but are most certainly trophy deer. *laughs* It looks like then enjoyed being given such a high compliment. Little show offs. Anyway, I do not to risk ruining the head in anyway as I intent to have them stuffed and mounted on the wall of my lodge. 

Daren: Wow, these little beauties seem eager to get going. You looking forward to the hunt girls?

Wendy: *giggles and wiggles* hmm Yes Sir, Mister Hunter Sir. 

Joey: *flashes a sultry side smile* Hmm it's going to be exciting.

Daren: Good! Not long now. So viewers, as well as Trophies, I will of course be hunting for food. Once I have bagged the kills, I will return to my lodge to  process the pair, that is, if I can track them both down! *laughs*  I will remove the heads to be sent to the taxidermist, drain and gut the carcasses and once fully clean, will butcher their meat for storage. I got a large freezer that should easily accommodate this many cuts of 'venison'. 

Daren: Right! Let's start this hunt! You does ready?

Wendy & Joey: Yes Sir!!

Daren: *unclips their leashes and slaps their asses* Then off you go! Ha ha, look at them scamper away, those fluffy tails wagging, Almost seems a shame doesn't it? Well.. almost! Again, thank you to 'Wendy Meats' for providing us with these two wonderful does, their cloning and genetics labs really do provide the finest quality, be it for butchering, hunting, spit roasting or whatever your fancy. 

Daren: Ok quiet now, while these does understand their place in our ecosystem, they still have a 'flight' response. This makes it like some kind of game for them. While they want to be caught, they also enjoy the chase, they find it exciting. This means  we, as hunters, have to be careful and quiet not to spook them because they will take off into the forest and all you will see is that fine back side and the white of their tail. So, it's a game for them and they are game for us. Keeps us honest *laughs*

Daren: *whispering* Perfect! I have found the first one. It's been about two hours since I released them and it took me about an hour to track it into this glade. However, this is not the ideal shot. The doe is presenting it's right side to us so I have no clear heart shot. I'm just going to have to wait and see if she presents us with a better shot. 

Daren: *whispering* What do you know?! She turned to look right at us. This is the perfect shot, a clean, open shot of her left breast, her heart lies just under. Take a deep breath and....

Joey: *Squeals with surprise and delight as the heavy bolt slams into her tit*

Daren: Perfect Shot! She hadn't seen me in the bushes although she was looking right at me, any longer and she would of bolted, that was impeccable. The bolt pierced her left breast and burrowed it's way deep into her chest. A small squirt of blood and that was it. The doe seemed very surprised as the bolt struck her but it was too late by then. 

Daren: See how quick and clean that was? The bolt buried it's self in the doe's heart, stopping it instantly. A split second later she dropped to the ground like a puppet with it's strings cut. First kill of the day!  I am very pleased with that. Sometimes, with lesser weaponry, the prey wouldn't die quite so quickly. It may fall and start to bleed out or bolt off into the forest only to fall later. Either way, not the best kill for a hunter as the doe is left suffering until the hunter approaches it. If it bolts, the hunter may not find it for some time, leaving the prey to suffer, not what we want. In such cases, a small side arm would be useful, a shot to the brain or heart, if missed with the initial shot, should finish it off. But that wouldn't be the clean kill we were looking for here. 

Daren: We were aiming for clean, heart kills today and that's what we got right here. She will be perfect for mounting and butchering. 

Daren: One kill down, one to go! It looks like the other doe skipped it's way around to the other side of the lake. I caught up to her skipping through another clearing. She had her back to us and I just had to admire that rounded rump, that would be perfect for a thanksgiving roast! She seemed to be enjoying the sunshine and had just noticed some mushrooms, wonder is she is feeling a little peckish. She must have built up quite the appetite running through the forest, I know I have! Let's see if we can down this one too! 

Daren: This shot has great potential. The doe's back is fully presented, giving me a perfectly clear shot. The heart lies just under the left side there. The power of this cross bow will be more an enough to punch through the lung and into the heart from this distance. She hasn't noticed us either so I have a little more time to get the shot perfect. Let's bring this one down too!

Wendy: *Gasps with surprise as the bolt slams into her back and pops out of her breast*

Daren: God I'm good! The doe was perfectly relaxed, not on alert or anything this time and that paid off. I had the time to breath and take the shot. As I thought, this cross bow had more than enough power, straight through the doe's back, lung, heart and the tip even popped out of her chest! It buried it's self right down to the flights. Can't complain about lack of power! The little doe barely knew what happened. 

Daren: After the doe's initial gasp of surprise, she fell down as if a switch was flipped. It's always so satisfying to watch them drop and hear that 'flump' on the forest floor. Another clean kill. As you can see, barely any blood and that's because the bolt instantly stops the heart and without the heart pumping, no blood can be pumped to the wound, so there is often very little mess, which is exactly what we were aiming for. Aaaaand another trophy for my wall! 

Daren: Mid afternoon? That isn't bad! I managed to drop both deer in a reasonable time and it was good sport too. They lead me on a merry chase through the forest and put my tracking skills to the test. By the time I get them back to the lodge, I will have time to start processing them. I already tied the first carcass to the hood of my truck, I'll toss the second into the back. You are not a hunter unless you tie your kill to the hood, I always say! Let everyone see the trophy you just fell. ANyway, time to hoist these two up! 

Daren: You join me here in my gutting shed; I have already removed the heads and they have been sent off to old Bill in town to mount. He'll remove the brain and whatever else he does and mount them for me. A reasonable price too! Bill does fantastic work, so if ever you find your self up here with a trophy doe, be sure to pay Bill's shop a visit. "Bill's Taxidermy and Trophies" on the high street and tell him I sent you. 

Daren: Ok Ok I know what you are thinking; Are you going to show us how to gut these fine slabs of meat? And the answer is.... No, sorry. That's a little too much for day time television. I have already gutted one, as you can see and am about to start the second but if you want to see the full process, from head removal, opening, gutting, cleaning and butchering, purchase my DVD "The art to a fine Trophy Hunt!" I go into far more detail on this hunt and many others. I even hunt wild game, which is a lot different. Anyway, let's skip a head a little shall we?

Daren: And here we are; The mounted heads have returned and look amazing, Bill really does fantastic work. The old coot may be a bit strange and if you leave your daughter or wife in his store for too long you may come back to them being part of one of his window displays *laughs* but he sure knows his craft. 

Daren: I have also prepared a rack of 'Venison'. I can't wait to tuck in, absolutely mouth watering. You can, of course, purchase a rack of ribs like this from any butcher that stocks "Wendy Meat" products but there is nothing like eating what you hunt. Am I right?

Daren: That's about it for this little video slot on the show, remember to check out my store for my DVDs if you want to see my hunts in even more detail, I also have merch! Check out our hunting packages and you too could learn how to hunt a trophy such as these two from a master hunter. Until next week; Stay safe and Happy Hunting!

Female Television Host: Thank you Daren! That was a lot of fun and I'm sure you hunters out there enjoyed that. Especially those adorable  little does. Weren't they just the cutest things? *laughs* 

Male Television Host: They sure were! Just look amazing on his wall and those ribs... wow, made my mouth water. Say, Susan, haven't you been invited to "The Talk's" Annual celebrity hunt? Up at Daren's lodge?

Susan The Weather Girl: Sure have! I'm going to follow in the footsteps of those adorable does and end up on Daren's wall! So excited! But until then, I still get to give you the weather..... Clear skies for the next week up here.....

Joey: Loosing my Head in the Park

It was a beautiful day in Stepford Town and I had decided to take a walk through the park. The sun was shining and the light, glinting through the branches. I had on my sexy little fishnet dress and stockings, I was feeling super sexy! People were out and about and it didn't take long for me to catch the eye of a gentleman wandering through the park with an axe over his shoulder. A well dressed man with a well kept axe over his shoulder is not an uncommon sight here in town. He saw me and smiled, he eyed me up and down and as I approached he said "Wow!" I laughed a little and returned his smile. He asked if I could stop for a moment. He was very polite and respectful, a real gentleman. 

Of course I stopped and chatted with him for a moment. The subject of the axe soon came up and he explained that he was on his way to a friend's gathering where there would be a BBQ. I nodded and told him they chose a wonderful day for such a gathering of friends. The conversation continued and he kept eyeing me intently, letting his eyes wander over my fish net clad pale body. I asked who the lucky girl was, nodding towards the gleaming axe and he laughed. He informed me that one of his friend's girlfriends was going to end up on the receiving end. I laughed, commenting that whoever it was, was going to have to find a new girl friend once the BBQ was over. 

He laughed and thought for a moment, stroking his chin. His eyes still wandering over me and I was happy to proudly display myself for him, there in the park. "Well, save my pal looking for a new girl friend, would you volunteer as our meat for today?" I looked up and smiled, chuckling lightly as I explained it would only put of the inevitable for what ever girl they were going to choose but would be more than happy to give her a few days grace before the next sunny day. He did find that amusing as he nodded. "True, such is the way in Stepford right?" I nodded softly and smiled "Yup, sooner or later, us girls end up as meat or a corpse somewhere. May as well be my turn today right?" 

He said he admired my candor and wished he had met me sooner. It would of been nice to grab a coffee and get to know me before he took my head. I laughed and told him that I'm sure he'd meet someone very similar to me somewhen, just keep his eye open. Of course referring to the fact that once I was slaughtered, a clone of me would be popped out. "Still.." He said "A clone is not the same person right?" I shook my head and smiled "No, this isnt Mario or something, I don't get an extra life." We both laughed "But she'll have my memories, she'd just be a copy, that's all." 

He shrugged and smiled as he looked around the park "True, Hope to meet her one day." He pointed to an old tree stump just off the path "Say, seeing as the park is so gorgeous today, you want to be popped off in that little clearing?" I followed his finger and saw the small clearing, the sun dancing through the leaves. "Sounds great to me!" I exclaimed with excitement. He smiled his warm, hansom smile once more and lightly ran a hand gently over the small of my back, guiding me towards the clearing. We arrived at he stump and I looked down at it, that little stump was going to be the exact place my life would come to an end this day, it looked so pretty there in the clearing. 

I turned to him and gave him a sultry smile and  asked seductively "You wanna have a bit of fun first before you....?" I asked, finishing the sentence by slowly drawing an extended index finger across my own throat with a soft laugh. "Damn, now I really had met you sooner! Sure, I have time." I flicked my brows and sauntered a few steps to the stump without having to be asked. I knelt down beside in and bent over onto all fours, holding the sides of the stump and presenting my curved ass for him as I looked over my shoulder, my long black hair falling down over half of my face I purred "How's this?" 

I think he was suitably impressed as he grinned and, without a word, knelt down behind me. I heard his zipper and moments later, felt his rock hard cock slide neatly inside me. 

The hungry stranger fucked me right there in the park, just a few feet from the main path, over the stump he was going to slaughter me over and it felt amazing. I had a couple of wonderful orgasms before he came and pumped his seed deep inside me. I couldn't have asked for a better send off that bright, sunny day. He leant over and kissed my cheek as the last few drops of cum dribbled out inside me and he softly told me to lean down on the stump. He pulled out of me slowly so I could feel him retract and he tucked himself away. 

I laid my cheek against the wooden stump and he placed the edge of the axe against the back of my neck. "Thank you sweetheart." He said warmly "my friends are just going to enjoy you, so much. Can't wait to taste." I couldnt help but smile and he even asked if I was ready. I nodded and he lifted the axe. 

 I heard him grunt and heard the swish of the axe as it cut through the air. I felt it's weight connect with the back of my neck and then I could feel nothing from the neck down as my head bounced slightly on the stump as my body slumped to the ground. The blood started to flow from my neck and my vison got darker and darker. The last thing I saw was him hoist my limp body over one shoulder, wrapping his arm up an dover my exposed back side. He then grabbed a fist full of my long, silky, raven hair and lifted my head from the stump, my head swung a little back and forth as he wandered off and the bloodied stump moving further and further away as he walked, was the last thing I saw as I expired. 

I hope his friends enjoyed my meat and I wonder if my head would end up on a trophy mount somewhere or just tossed in the garbage. Either way, it didn't matter to me anymore. 

Joey: The Vampire

The Nosferatu had slept for hundreds of years. No one knew the last time he had seen the world. Kingdoms and empires had risen and fallen while he was asleep in his ancient crypt. It was time for him to wake and walk the earth once more. Before he could leave his tomb he needed blood, he needed to grow strong once more. His followers had been busy, gathering young women and girls, his preferred tastes, and dragging them to his lair. 

I was here, in a crowd of scared girls, ready to be fed to the Nosferatu and I watched, quietly aroused and in awe as he fed on the latest naked maiden. She was led up by the followers, hoping to serve the Nosferatu and gain eternal life for their help in raising him once more. She struggled and screamed but it didn't matter down here, deep in the darkness. He grasped her tightly, his strong claws growing stronger with each girl he feasted upon. She struggled and begged but he gripped her hair and yanked her head to one side before opening his jaws, showing numerous blood soaked fangs. He growled and bit down hard into her slender neck. I watched wide eyed with fascination as he drank, just gulping down mouthfuls of her strength giving blood. My arousal grew as her screams subsided, her breathing shallowed as her full chest started to slowly heave. It didn't take long before her bright eyes rolled up and the demon took his last few gulps as she went completely limp and her chest stopped heaving entirely. She expired a few gulps before he had fully drained her and he let go of his meal. The sacrifice slumped and fell to the cold stone like a puppet with it's strings cut. She landed heavily at his feet, motionless and cold. Her life was now his. 

With blood still warm on his fangs, he called for another with not a single after thought for the life he had just taken. His disregard for the young girl send a delighted shiver up my spine as his next meal was dragged forward. The previously meal, unceremoniously hauled off by her ankles, only to be dumped in the corner on top of an ever growing corpse pile. A pile full of beautiful corpses, gathered by the followers of Nosferatu. 

As another lifeless body slumped to the stone, it was my turn but unlike all the other sacrifices, I didn't need to be lead up to the beast. I lock eyes with his beady red eyes, my green emerald twinkling in the candle light and he tilted his head at me. Watching as this meal came willingly. He watched my seductive smile as I lightly licked my glossy ruby red lips and confidently sauntering onto the platform, my heels clicking on the stone. The other girls stopped their hollering and there was silence as they watched a willing sacrifice proudly make her way towards the hungry vampire. He also took notice. His wide smile grew, showing off all his skin piercing fangs. I was so aroused as I looked upon this monster, who was shortly about to drain me. 

I reached the top of the platform and stood before the ancient vampire. Unlike all the other sacrifices, which he grabbed without care and fed upon without a single thought, he took a moment to admire me. He reached out a gnarled finger and ran it between my heaving bosom, he pulled aside my dress, exposing my pierced breasts while I looked upon him with a sultry smile on my lips. He admired my pale flesh and slowly raised his evil gaze up till again our eyes met. I smiled wider. I was sure he could hear my heart beating. Much like an owl can hear the heart beat of a mouse but he could also tell it was not beating with fear, more excitement, anticipation and arousal. He reached out for my shapely hips and I stepped forward and slowly turned my back to him. One of his gnarled old hands slide down my soft pale thigh and slowly back up again, teasing my dress to one side and slipping one of those fleshy digits between my thighs and started to stroke my already glistening folds. He knew how aroused I was. I wanted him to know! The other large clawed hand cupped and then squeezed my exposed breast firmly. I reached out to lightly hold onto him as his hands caressed me. I turned my head to see him peering over my shoulder that monstrous hungry look on his face. I smiled before turning my head back to face front and leant my head to one side. My hair fell aside and I offered my exposed, slender neck for him. I half closed my eyes with bated breath as he stared down at my neck, my vein pumping, the blood coursing through and waited. 

Then it came! He let out a growl of approval and bit down hard onto my neck. His rows of fangs sank deep into my skin, into my vein. I let out a moan of pleasure and pain. It hurt but my body shuddered in delight. He began to drink instantly, deep draws on my neck. I could feel the blood in my veins being sucked to my neck wound, I could feel myself being drained! I closed my eyes and moaned again, this time in arousal as my pleasure grew and grew, helped along by his groping hands and a long wrinkled finger that had slid it's way inside my slick, eager pussy. His finger stroked on my sensitive spots as I leant my head back against his shoulder, gasping erotically. The last meal of his laid slumped at my feel as his followers would rather watch the show than clean up his left overs. The crypt was silent, the girls were watching in shocked awe, the only sound was his heavy slurps and my erotic moans of pleasure. 

He drank hard and deep and I could feel my heart slow as he drained me. I leant against him, his strong arms now all that help me up, I was too weak to even stand on my own feet. My vision grew dark and clouded. He pushed his thick old finger deeper into me and as darkness started to surround me, I climaxed on his digit. I shuddered slightly as the pleasure flashed through my weakened body like lightening and I let out one final moan, my arms fell to my side, unable to even continue holding them up. The darkness then took me at the height of my climax. The twinkle in my emerald eyes dimmed as my pupils dilated and rolled up. The last few sucks from the Nosferatu as my heart finally stopped beating and I laid limp over his shoulder, in his arms. 

My own strings were cut as he let go and my body collapsed, laying limp and lifeless on top of the previous meal. The question I had before my heart had stopped and I was fully drained was; would he decide he was impressed enough with a willing sacrifice that he would grant me eternal life and make me his bride, or was my willingness a mere erotic distraction and I would be cast upon the corpse pile with the rest as he called for another?

Picture taken In Stepford:

In the newly updated 'torture area'

Wendy: Snuff Fight

My first Snuff Comic. I know, not for everyone, as per the description of the album. I hope those that do enjoy this kind of rp enjoy my little comic. 

Wendy: Continuation of Mike Myers

A continuation of the series from the 'In Peril' Page

That cold, staring rubber mask just stared down at me as he prepared to end this adventure. I was about to become the latest victim on his already very long list of murder. It was so exciting, I could barely contain myself. I was seconds away from being murdered by one of the most famous serial killers, seconds away from cumming all over his fat thrusting dick. Then, it came.....

He brought the knife down with a swift, powerful thrust, it was quick but to me, time seemed to slow right down as I watched the blade thrust towards me. With one single thrust, the knife plunged into my left breast with a satisfying thump. My eyes widened and jaw dropped open wide as the cold steel plunged into my young soft flesh. The blade instantly plunged deep into my chest and sliced my quickly beating heart in two! I shuddered and cried out lustfully as I felt the steel enter me and that was it, I came hard on his cock. He held me firmly as I shuddered and twitched. Partly because of the orgasm and partly from the knife in my heart. 

It was such an experience to feel a proper professional finish me off. One single thrust, perfectly aimed and with little fuss. The knife had passed through my ribs and into my heart with such precision you'd only expect from someone with as much experience as Michael Myers. I rolled my eyes up and stared up at the cold white mask looking down at me as I could feel myself quickly fading away. 

One of the most intense climaxes of my life, happened to be the last one I ever had and as I started to go limp I felt a warm, thick, sticky blast of cum flood my young belly. Michael came deep inside me as I died in his arms and as I looked up at the famous ghostly mask staring back at me, watching as the last strands of life were leaving me I couldn't help but feel honoured. They say never meet your heroes but I thought Michael Myers certainly did NOT disappoint. 

Once he finished gushing into me, he slowly let me go and I slumped to the floor, my last thought was wondering who would find my cum filled body. I was dead by the time I hit the ground, knife still deep in my chest. Michael stepped back and zipped himself back up, admiring his latest 'artwork' before we casually wandered off. Leaving my cooling corpse on the cold ground of the church yard, probably to be found in the morning by some dog walker. 

Just another notch on the knife handle of one of the most famous serial killers in popular culture.

Wendy: Continuation from Jason in the Alley

The final pictures from Jason In the Alley from the 'In Peril' page.

Turning me to face away from him, I was a sodden, dripping, shuddering mess of pleasure and delight. However, it was when he gripped my long blond hair, tilting my head to one side and placing that huge machete against my neck, I remembered what he was famous for. *gulp* It seems now he has thoroughly enjoyed me and left me coated with cum and shuddering from an orgasmic after glow, there seemed to be only one thing left to do.... And I wondered if I would make it out the other side of this alley way. But wow, what a way to go......

Joey: Continuation from Photographer's work : Anonymous in the Alley:

Wendy: Happy Easter Stepford!

Its Easter time and the little Easter Bunneh Wendy finds herself in Stepford Diner with a visitor. This visitor is a stranger to the town and wants to know more about why everything in the diner's kitchen is so BIG and why there are so many shiny metal spear like items around. Well It just so Happens Royale is around to explain. Pulling the corset clad Wendy into her lap, Royale goes on to explain that piglets, Such as the wriggling Wendy in her lap are the reason why everything is so big. The reason Wendy is wriggling so, is because, while explaining that Stepford cooks little sows like Wendy, Royal is groping her large firm tits and fingering her tight, smooth pussy fillet, occasionally tugging on her little pussy tag, really rather turning on the little meat bunneh. 

The visitor didnt like what they were hearing and was backing away from the couple until they made their excuses and left the diner. "Aww that was a shame." Wendy pouted. I had hoped you'd give her a little demonstration. She said with a wink, a giggle and a wriggle. After explaining that soon the dinner rush would appear, it would be prudent for the chef to prepare an Easter meal anyway and, after giving Wendy's graded ass a firm swat, sent her off into the kitchen to chop some vegetables for her own preparation.  

With a giggle and a merry bunny skip, she done just that, chopping up some large chunky vegetables for the platter. Royale suggested that it would probably be best to cut some up finer to stuff the little roasting bunny with. Wendy's eye's lit up with delight and she done just that, merrily chopping some up even finer. 

Once the vegetables were all nicely chopped she turned side on to the counter, spread her legs and bent from the hip, sliding her hands down her legs until she was holding her ankles, giving Royale the perfect angle and view of her ass into which she stuffed many of he finer chopped vegetables. Firstly stuffing in a couple of sticks of butter to lube up the little bunny and finishing off with a whole carrot. The bunny was ready!

Wendy hopped up onto the spit table like any good spit bunneh; laying over the table's support and spreading her moistening thighs to give the chef a clear view of her glistening pussy. It was at this moment a couple of other people walked into the diner. From her position, Wendy greeted the newcomers with a wave and a giggle, explaining that diner would soon be ready. Bless the little meat bunney, helpful to the end. However, the chef was concerned, she knew it was Easter and many people would be looking to the diner for a good spread. Royale asked one of the girls to come help and give the Easter Bunney a big kiss as the spit slid through. 

Sure enough a girl called Tina was helpful enough to come assist, although a little nervous about helping out. Royale was satisfied and continued to spit Wendy! Pushing the steel pole through the little Bunneh's pussy and up into her stomach, the Bunneh was well behaved; she moaned but barely wriggled as the spit made progress on wards through her. Tina and Wendy were kissing passionately when Royal ordered Tina to turn around and straighten her back and neck. So in a strange upside-down-spidey kiss, Tina obliged. Wendy seemed to know what Royal was planning, and with a kiss-muffled giggle, she held onto Tina's head lightly. Tina was all confused until Royal gave the spit another firm shove into Wendy; 

Wendy moaned loudly through the kiss as the spit pushed up into her throat. It slide along her tough and filled her mouth opening it wide, the tip scraped along her teeth and her puffy pink lips stretched around the shaft but Royale didn't stop. She pushed again and the tip parted Tina's lips and jaw and, before she knew what was happening, shoved right down her gullet. Royal made quick work of the next few pushes, seeing how perfectly well Tina was lined up and in a few hard shoves, the spit tip parted Tina's delicate pussy from the inside! A perfect 'Two-fer'! 

By this time a huge crowed had gathered, including the Sheriff herself, all wanting an Easter meal but witnessing a perfect double spit. The whole time Wendy was moaning and writhing on the spit, the little spit bunneh was getting herself off on the whole experience. Her pussy was leaking down her inner thighs and as the spit emerged from Tina, she even climaxed in front of the whole diner. 

The crowed applauded the chef, Royale while she stood back and admired her own handy work. However, she then wondered how she was to get these two Easter piglets onto cook. A little help from one of the patrons solved that issue and soon, both piglets were rotating over the coals facing each other. 

Royale basted the two in a delicious coating and soon they were starting to turn a delicious golden brown. Wendy watched as Tina watched her back as their world was slowly rotating over a fire and they felt their skin cook. 

It was drawing close to the dinner rush and sure enough, people were filling up the diner looking for their Easter supper. They marveled at the two bunnys on the cook. The Vegetables inside Wendy's ass were starting to steam and she felt her self cooking from the inside. It didn't take long before she felt herself fade and darkness crept in from each side of her vision. One last final climax on the spit before she winked ant Tina and let a smile curl on her stretched lips. Tina stared forward and watched as Wendy's pupils dilated and her expression lapsed slowly, watching what was in store for her soon, as Wendy's once twinkling eyes seemed to dull and just stare forward like a doll's eyes, bright blue dolls eyes as she finally expired. 

It wasnt long before it was Tina's turn to meet her end and the two meat bunnehs were pulled from the double spit and presented on a table for all to enjoy. Surrounded in the vegetables, previously prepared by Wendy herself and beautifully garnished with limes and their own Easter bunneh Garb, the two sows were set upon by the Easter diner rush patrons. 

Knives sliced and forks lifted cuts of well cooked glazed meats from the serving platters and lips smacked with delight as the two girls were consumed in the Diner. Everyone commented on how delicious they were and what a superb job Chef Royale had done! 

After sometime, Tina's remains were carted off to piece out for sandwiches and the like for tomorrow's early shift while Wendy was left until fully consumed. There wasn't a scrap of meat wasted! Some customers were even sucking the juices from the bones!

With full bellies and a healthy sum accumulated in the Diner's tills, Royale took the final trophy for herself. Lifting Wendy's head from the platter spit and carrying it off to be displayed on her mantle as a remembrance of one fine Easter meal!

[Thankyou to Royale in agreeing to be my 'chef' for this. Tina for just turning up and playing along, your such a great sport and to Emile - the sheriff, for making the poses for the double spit possible. Once again I'd like to reiterate this is all FANTASY and I have no interest in extreme torture for torture's sake or excessive blood and gore. Please respect other players and their limits.] 

Wendy: Meat Delivery

A nice warm summer's evening and the last of the daily meat deliveries is made to Stepford's Butchers shop. Waiting with patience and excitement Wendy sits inside the delivery truck, tied up and with a nice fat dildo inside her, wondering if she'll be used for cuts for the butcher's window or a delicious beach BBQ, after all it is the weather for it. 

Wendy willingly sells her meat within Stepford, It's part of her business plan - "Wendy Meats" where her clones serve the community's dietary requirements and she makes a tidy profit. Today is no exception, trussed up in the delivery truck, she awaits the decision on her fate. 

Wendy: Miss Dolcett County 

Wendy won the prestigious contest and now, she would be the main course at a banquette in her honour!