I'll bite! For short, sex stories, I prefer 3rd person. It feels easier and quicker to understand the motivations and thoughts of the characters if a 3rd person narrator explains it to the reader which allows me to focus more on the sexy bits.

If this was a novel, then 1st person protagonist is my favorite POV. Having the protag slowly figure out the antagonist's (tragic) back story and potentially identifying with them is great.

Depends on the information that's more important to your idea, I guess? I'd give some thought to omniscient vs. limited too.

For me it does not matter that much any view is good but from logical perspective if you take it from perspective of victim story should end when victim dies :) and also if you are choosing not 3rd person view you are sort of limited to what those characters see and feel rather than being able to talks about everyone

Interesting, I just wonder why you made it so ambiguous as it was left unclear if it was consensual or not if not relying on story tags
Either wasy pretty nice as one shot short story.

>>23890
What the hell you are talking about, she practically begged for it.

Ah, wait, this is Onix, he would read the story literally say "brightest white" and then ask "why so black though", nevermind him.

>>23893
I have admit that you are right this time too, probably I was way too busy imagining what is going in the story that I somehow missed that line in the text. probably because it was written in UWU language so I did not understand its meaning that well :)

Very nice start to a first story! I can scarcely wait for the coming parts.

Can't say anything wrong about this. Good introduction. Going straight to the business :)
It will be interesting to read what you are going to do with that woman of your dreams.
(although for me it woud be quite undesirable to ruin something as good as that, but it is your dream not mine ;)

Oh yes that loving thing is probably the best part of the story. Somewhat reminds NikaGuro artwork style

> you can easily see the parts where I was inspired by Aoi Hikari's works

Lol, I can't. Indeed, as soon as Q-knife was mentioned it made me think of Car Fight and Susan - A Girl Apart.

Not to say that I didn't enjoy it at all, but unfortunately I can't say I enjoyed this story as much as Car Fight and Susan. But that's more because it took things in a direction that felt more weird, and also the whole mother/daughter incest isn't my thing. Can't say anything bad about writing, just didn't happen to fit my fetish.

>>23820
Well, I kinda borrowed your idea for frozen ovaries from your fantastic story, "Eaten."

>>23835
Ah, okay then. To be honest, I'm not even into cannibalism, maybe it's overabundance of cannibalism stories, maybe it's something about treating characters like meat, maybe my lack of any interest or skill in cooking in real life, or maybe a little bit of everything, but the bottom line is that cannibalism stories don't do much for me. I think all the cannibalism stories I wrote were as a trade with TheVisitorBlack, and they don't even cross my mind whenever I think of "my stories".

>>23837
That explains a lot. I found your cannibalism stories to be absolutely fantastic and I was wondering why there wasn't any more. To each their own though and I'm appreciative of what you have already shared.

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I still hope to see more of this story. It is easily among my favorites. Everything is just so perfect about it I don't even know where to start. The characters being twins, the way they love each other, the way they have fun doing all the guro stuff... and the way death is both final and not at the same time. The way the cloning machine makes two copies while destroying the original, leaving no place to pointless arguments over which of clones is original, is a very nice detail. Please, write more.

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Bump to save from spammers.

Also, is there any hope to see this continued?

Just the other day I was considering reposting this story, as it's one of my favorites, but now that the archives were merged in, I can just bump this existing thread.

That being said, would love to hear anything from or about the author and if there's still any hope to see more of this or other stories from them.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

This story was written for the very talented 3DG artist Onix whose work many of you will no doubt be familiar with as a prize for winning my fan-art contest to celebrate the day when, in the alternate timeline of my stories, Sidney Roebuck finally got her wish and was slaughtered for her meat! Since the promised prize story was to be personalised, Onix requested a story about a shy boy who is teased by the meat-girls before picking one for dinner! The story you are about to read grew from that prompt and also attempts to incorporate certain tropes from Onix’s own picture stories. The character of Becky is inspired by a recurring character from his stories who some of you may recognise! I had a lot of fun writing this one and it certainly turned out longer than I had intended! It also involved a couple of fun new characters who will be appearing in their own sequels in due course!


THE PRIZE
By
EDWARD HYDE


CHAPTER ONE

“Hello and welcome to Sidney’s!” the tall lady in the smart suit beamed as Ollie and his family entered the lobby. “I’m Madeline, the manager of this branch, and this is out very own Sidney!”

“Pleased to meet ya’ll!” the near-naked young girl with all-over tan, blonde curls and pageant-queen makeup tipped the brim of her pink, rhinestone-bedazzled hat as she greeted them in a mock-Texan accent straight out of a vintage cowboy movie. Ollie blushed deeply as he looked at the pretty, athletic twelve year old dressed in boots and a hat and not a stitch otherwise.
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CHAPTER FOUR

With the performance of Melony’s butchering over and a little time left to explore before the manager came to collect them, the quartet of youngsters began to look around the rest of the kitchen. Tiffany had been given a basic tour earlier in the day, before opening, so that she would know her way around and be able to answer basic questions about the equipment and procedures, she had not really comprehended just how many girls there would be in various stages of preparation on what was after all a relatively quiet early evening.

When she had been shown around, the only meat had been butchered cuts in the refrigerators and walk-in freezer, with the possible exception of the breasts, pretty much impossible to tell apart from any other kind of butchered meat. But now the kitchen was bustling with the white-uniformed chefs and cooks, the kitchen assistants in their black polo shirts and dozens upon dozens of naked little and teen girls being led around or penned in waiting areas.

Although she had memorised a lot of the information and was ready to make a valiant effort at answering any questions that may arise, Tiffany found, as she had expected, that Ollie and his sister were pretty happy just to wander around and look at what was going on – now that the kitchen was up and running, there was really very little that was not self-explanatory. Although enjoying watching the younger children, it was Becky that she was most interested to keep sneaking glances at, wondering if the meat-girl would be getting off seeing other girls prepped and cooked or whether she’d be too distracted by the thought of her own imminent date with the wok to pay much attention. It seemed, however, that the attractive brunette was every bit as fascinated by the goings on in the busy Sidney’s kitchen as the sweet brother and sister who were on the official tour.

The ovens, set a little way up the wall rather than on the floor, seemed especially fascinating to Lucy. She peered in at the roasting girls inside, some of whom were tied on their backs like huge turkeys, others sort of crouched with their chins on folded arms and meaty rumps sticking up while others seemed to have their backs arched backwards with their legs folded beneath them and their arms fixed behind their backs.

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CHAPTER SIX

The room where the staff had their lockers and got changed before and after their shifts if they needed to was actually the same one Tiffany had taken Ollie and Lucy to one their tour where they had met the dance troupe and learned the secrets of the mermaids. Since there was so much nudity to be seen on a daily basis at Sidney’s, the staff tended to become a little desensitised to seeing each other in their underwear and if one of them decided to take a shower and a co-worker should walk in, well that was just part of life in the girl-meat restaurant. It had been decided very early on in the planning process that there was no need for single-sex locker rooms and indeed most employees of either sex showed up ready to work and left in their uniforms, only really using the lockers to stash their coats, phones and other personal belongings.

When Tiffany arrived there, it was empty. The mermaids were already taken to their tank and Maria and her friends were likely back stage in their rehearsal room waiting to go out in front of the diners and give their performance. In Maria’s case it would be, of course, be her last. She gasped when she saw the clothes that had been left for her. It was a very elegant red dress with a pair of thin black tights and shiny black shoes with a two-inch heel! She couldn’t help but wonder about the meat-girl who had arrived such fancy clothes! Perhaps it was her birthday or something? Or the meal was a surprise for her partner as part of a date? Either way, it was clear that the owner of these clothes had no use for them any more and that was good news for Tiffany.

The large, sturdy cardboard box that the hat and boots had been in was still on top of the lockers where she had left it so she took it down and set it on a bench then sat down beside it and pulled off the boots which were a fairly good fit but still pinched. Under these she was wearing white sports socks which felt a great relief to take off. Sighing with contentment, she stretched out her legs and wiggled her toes, wondering for a second if she could get away with wearing her comfy sneakers instead of the dress shoes but deciding quickly that making a good impression and looking her best was worth a couple more hours of not so comfortable feet. After all, she reasoned, she could always kick them off under the table during the meal if she needed to.

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Suddenly, Maria felt a pop inside her, the feeling of something breaking like an elastic band stretched too far and time resumed its normal progression as the spit suddenly shot forward! It was deep inside her now, making its way through her abdominal cavity and approaching her chest. There could be no turning back now, although she had not entertained the thought of doing so for even a second. She was torn open inside, haemorrhaging internally, the spit doing more and more damage to her insides with every inch that it progressed. Even if they pulled the spit out of her, she was already a dead girl, it was only a matter of time.

The spit was passing her heart and lungs now. This, Maria knew, was the most dangerous part of the process and she was grateful for her strong friends holding her firmly in place, preventing her body’s hard-wired urge to fight for her survival. The spit must pass behind her organs for the live spitting to be successful. If it pierced her heart she would be dead in seconds, and puncturing her lung would cause a slightly slower but far more miserable death and she would not survive long enough to be put over the artificial coals, coughing up blood around her spit the whole time. Closing her eyes to help focus, Maria did her best to regulate her breathing, trying to keep her breaths shallow and even as she felt her heart pounding rapidly against the padded bench.

The spit continued to move up inside her, deeper and deeper, until Maria felt the tip scratching her throat from the inside. She coughed involuntarily, expecting the assistants to keep pushing it all the way out of her mouth, but instead they stopped and began once more, very slowly and carefully with the uneven weight of the spit well supported, to turn her. The four girls holding her down moved with her, not for a moment taking off their hands or reducing the pressure, and she wondered if they were going to turn her all the way around once more so that she would be facing the audience when the spit erupted but instead they stopped when she was turned half way, face towards the cooking area and the empty roasting pit that was waiting for her, and she realised it was so that they could see both ends at once and enjoy the spectacle as a spit pushed from one end emerged from the other. It was almost like an old-fashioned conjuring trick, although there was no illusion involved!

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Wow that was a feast in every sense! So glad the rest of us got to share Onix's reward :D

>>16516
If the device is a cylinder pressed against her forehead, that sounds like a bolt gun. Pull the trigger, the compressor fires the cylinder into the head, and the animal dies quickly and painlessly.

that should be more like a tube than cylinder then :)
Yes, your version is possible :) just that she will really not even notice how she is dead LOL

>>16521
No, she won't notice, that's true. However, these things being used aren't meant for people, they're meant for animals. And an animal wouldn't really care that it didn't notice.

>>16520

You guessed it! I planned on after she was bolted to get strung up by the cross-bar and have her throat slit.

My plan was to have the bolt-gun device to be strapped to her head and be activated by remote. So Johnny could be fucking her from behind while he pushed the button.