Pt 1

“So,” Kerry asked the slightly younger girl next to her in the shower, “do you know who’s going to be eating you?”

“Yeah!” The little girl grinned, “My brother and his wife. It’s their one year anniversary and I was a bridesmaid at the wedding so they’re having me tonight to celebrate!” She grinned up at Kerry as she rinsed the shampoo out of her almost-black hair, clearly very happy with the situation. “What about you?”

“No idea!” Kerry admitted, silently comparing her own thirteen year old body to that of the eight or nine year old beside her, glad that she had waited a little longer before signing up to be meat so that she could at least have an idea of the kind of womanly body hers would have grown into, given time, and had the chance to grow at least the beginnings of breasts – both experiences that this excited little girl would never have. Plus, she could not help reflecting, being a few years older and quite a lot taller meant there would be a lot more of her meat to go around and she hoped she would make a lot of people happy that evening! “I was advertised on the website and somebody chose me. I get to meet them before I cook, I think.”

“Oh wow that’s so cool!” the little girl enthused. “I think I’d have done that in a year or so if my brother hadn’t decided to have me tonight! I’m Emma by the way.”

“Kerry.” the red-haired teen introduced herself with a smile. “Don’t bridesmaids normally get eaten at the wedding? Having you for their anniversary seems a bit unusual?”

“Normally, I guess.” Emma shrugged, stepping out from the shower and squeezing the water from her hair. “But it was a pretty small wedding and the other bridesmaids were these fifteen year old twins with big tits, his wife’s cousins, and the wedding planner figured they’d provide enough food.”

“Ha! Fair enough!” Kerry chuckled. “Were they good at least? I’ve heard big tits are actually pretty bland to eat.”
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As the woman behind the counter went through the speech, Chelsea let her eyes wander over to the next counter, where men were checking in.

“…be aware that, although we make effort to minimize the risk, accidents can and sometimes do happen…”

She’d heard it all before. She knew the routine. Listen to the little legalese speech, sign the waiver, go in, have a good time. She’d been coming here most Thursdays for years now. She could recite the speech herself.

“By signing this waiver, you agree not to hold the company liable for any injury or loss of life incurred while using the service. If you agree, please say ‘I consent’.”

“I consent,” replied Chelsea. The man going through the other side of the checkin procedure wasn’t very attractive—a little shorter than she’d prefer, a little balder, a little fatter. In a weird way that made things better. He handed over his credit card. Men who come here have to pay. She signed the waiver. Women got in free.

“Alright, cool, you’re gonna be in room three today. Have fun, Chel!”

“I always do,” she smiled. The receptionists all knew her by name at this point, expected her at her normal time. She headed into room three.

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“Swimmer Problems” By T Vulture


Kami sigh causing her friends to look. They were concerned with the good nature teen who is rarely ever depressed or sad.
“What wrong,” inquire Stacy, a longtime friend she met and befriend Kami at the very first swimming team tryouts.
Looking up from her salad, Kami had been destroying with the fork. “It the last swim meets, we did. I just can’t figure out how I keep coming in last.” Dropping her fork no longer feels like eating. “I just don’t get it,” She continues. “I practice almost every day.”
“Hmm, do you think if I were to…”
“Oh come on Stacy.” Interrupt Brenda before tossing a bit of fried girlmeat into her open mouth. Stacy annoyed waits for the blonde who not on the swimming team to continue. “It her drag that slowing her down,” explains the teen before shoving a few more golden morsels into her mouth.
“My drag?” Ask Kami puzzle on what her best friend meant.
Brenda merely nods, as she swallows the mash up meat down her throat. Reaching for her soda, “It your oversized tits.” Declare the teen before taking a swig.
Turning red at Brenda frankness of her ample chest, “m-my t-tits?” Shudder Kami upset her tits have been drag into the conversation. “How are they causing me drag?” She inquires peering down at the two large lumps. Her D-cups had been and always a sore spot in her mind. She really does not care for them since they are always in the way, and she hates the nickname and jab relating to them.
Placing the now empty can on the table, “You are complaining of always being last places, and you are the only girl on the team with those mountains on your chest. Ergo, they must be causing you drag.”
“B-but Sam t-tits are barely smaller, and she does way better.”
“Ah! But does she ever win.”
“Um, not really,” replies Kami sinking in her chair.
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Hi all, This is my first story so please send me any constructive criticisms you may have. Comma splices are a known issue for me that I can't seem to fix, but I hope the story is still readable. Feel free to send me any requests you might have. Lord knows I could use the practice.

Liara in: The Party Favour

The orgy was going well, wherever Liara looked there was a cock filling a hole or a cunt being rubbed. Liara herself was no exception to this, she was currently nude and rubbing her clit watching the chaos around her. It Hadn’t taken long for the party at Shepard’s new citadel apartment to devolve into a massive fuck-fest. The intertwining of bodies and the cachophany of sex was a feast for the eyes and ears. Liara felt particular joy at watching Miranda be double teamed by both Grunt and Wrex simultaneously, the poor girl looked like she was about to burst; her belly was so full of krogan Spunk. Still though, she felt that this party wasn’t at its full potential, and that was something she would have to rectify.

Looking around the room for an object that could be of use to her, her eyes fixed on an M-6 Carnifex heavy pistol which had been carelessly tossed aside at the start of the orgy. She then knew exactly how to spice up the night. Grabbing the gun, Liara hopped up onto a free table, and almost slipped on the slimy coating of cum that covered it. Regaining her balance, she dropped to her knees and turned the pistol’s safety off. Some of the more observant party goers already started to take notice of her actions, and slowed their fervent pace so as to better watch the asari scientist.

Happy that she was getting the attention she desired, Liara decided to continue on with her display. Still on her knees, she inserted the tip of the barrel into her mouth, finger resting on the trigger. She sucked on it, pushing the weapon deeper and deeper into her mouth, twisting it slightly as she deepthroated it all the way down to the trigger guard of the pistol. Miranda thudded to the ground as Wrex and Grunt extricated their cocks from her holes so as to better watch the show. All but the most cock-addled party goers had stopped what they were doing to watch her performance. Closing her eyes, Liara drew the gun out from back out from the deep depths of her throat, strands of saliva dripping from the barrel. This caused her watchful crowd to let out a small,barely audible sigh of disappointment. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Kayla was dragged along to the NanoTek Christmas party by her friend Stacey - who was dating a guy who worked there that she barely knew.

She wore a tight black cocktail dress that ended high up on her thighs - almost revealing her black no-show panties, and a black veil over her neck and upper chest that revealed an opening beneath exposing her cleavage.

She thought she might at least find some cute scientist and hook up with them - but the pickings were so far slim.

"Jello shots!" a cute drunk blonde in a lab coat yelled as she came around holding a rack of test tubes filled with green gelatin.

Deciding she needed to loosen up, Kayla was the first one to grab a tube.

"Bottoms up!" she toasted the cute blonde, who smiled drunkenly back at her in a flirtatious manner.

She raised the test tube to her lips and down the shot.

And almost immediately, Kayla's mind was no more.
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Claudia Parker is the bright, beautiful and newest assistant to the brilliant scientist Dr. Nite. 30 years of age, she has reddish-brown hair with some occasional highlights, vivid hazel eyes, and a thin figure with a body that shows she exercises regularly.

The doctor's been enjoying her presence, not only because she's pleasing on the eyes, but also a competent apprentice and a team-player whether the doc needed her to go on a coffee run, or as a participant in one of the doc's various teleportation experiments.

Dr. Nite has all of this in mind as he watches her rush into the lab - a coffee for the doctor in one hand and a pile of notebooks and papers in the other. "A bit tardy, aren't we Miss Parker?" teases the doctor in a lighthearted tone.

"I'm so sorry I'm late Doctor Nite!" replies the exasperated Claudia as she hands the doc his coffee and drops her pile of paperwork on the table with a thud. "Traffic was murder today!" she adds as she takes a few breaths to recover from her run from the parking lot (in which her heels played no help).

"I'll look past it if you can help with another experiment this afternoon," states the doctor.

"But of course!" Claudia bubbly replies, adding a playful accent. While only being with the doc a few weeks in-between semesters at graduate school, she has already been successfully transported by Dr Nite's teleportation device several times, and is almost used to the experience of having all of the atoms in her body scrambled, beamed, and re-arranged from one chamber to another. She might even say she enjoys it!

"Excelsior!" exclaims the doc. "Fair warning," he adds, "it might involve a little bit of nudity again."

Being the good sport she is, she replies with a smirk and a laugh, "Hah, no problem doc! I know it's not for a show - it's for science!" Some of the previous teleport tests had Claudia in her birthday suit, as the doc wanted a pure human specimen without clothing possibly hindering the results, so she is also used to this aspect of testing. While the doctor definitely enjoys watching Claudia in the raw, he tries not to reveal it to his perky subordinate, and quite appreciates her down-to-earth attitude when it comes to science.
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Casey was waiting for his train at the metro station on his way home from his minimum-wage job. The young man was trying to make ends meet while living in the city.

He felt the cool wind come from down the tunnel as a train approached. He saw the symbol at the top - not his line. The train slowed down as it pulled into the station to let off its passengers.

As the doors opened, he heard the sound of giggling coming from inside one of the cars - and out stepped an absolutely stunning young lady. The clacks from the 5-inch heels on her dark plum ankle-high boots stepping onto the platform echoed over her and her friends' giggles.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay going home by yourself?" asked one of her friends still on the train.

"I'll be fiiine! You girls get home safe!" responded the dirty blonde beauty standing on the platform.

The girls gave their goodbyes as the doors shut and the train departed the station, leaving the beautiful blonde broad behind. And after a number of passengers had boarded and exited the train and left the station, she was all alone except for Casey at the other end of the platform.

He couldn't help but stare. The girl checked off all his boxes.

She had long, straight dirty blonde hair that she wore back in a luxuriant French twist. A few loose strands stuck out of the bun - a clear sign she had been out on the town for the past few hours.
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Three Little Bitches Beheaded

by Azalel

Prologue

Tyra Fastenne, Renee Dupois, and Kelly Green sat in the waiting room. The other hopefuls had already left the studio. The three preteens sat waiting while the producers talked to the mothers of the three little actresses.

"Would you three like anything to drink," the receptionist asked.

Tyra looked up at the woman. Bernadette Andrews was likely the last person one would expect to work for Child Bondage Studios. She was stunningly beautiful, had a quick easy smile that put everyone at ease, and really cared about the comfort of her employers' guests.

"Do you have soda," the blonde 10-year-old asked.

"I sure do," Bernadette replied. "I have orange, cola, root beer, ginger ale, and grape sodas. What would you like?"

"I'll have a cola," Tyra said with a smile.

The other two preteens, emboldened by Tyra's success, also requested a soda. Renee went with a ginger ale and Kelly went with a root beer.

"I'll be right back," the woman said as she went to retrieve the drinks her young guests requested.

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Leanne Fastenne was not pleased. She had expected her Tyra to be the only actress selected. Leanne did not like that anyone would be sharing the spotlight with her daughter. As the producers conferred amongst themselves, she looked at the other two mothers.

Monique Dupois was a large black woman who was new to the child bondage scene. From what she knew of the picture being planned, it was expected to be a smash hit. It was a surprise that this woman's daughter was picked to be in it. Leanne had seen Carol and Danii Naylor in the waiting room and surely, Danii would have been a better choice.

Looking at the other woman, Leanne's confusion lingered. Lauraine Green was pretty, but slender to the point of being emaciated. Her daughter was a little more solid, but not much. The one thing this woman's daughter had going for her was the red hair. It was very uncommon to see a redhead in these films.

Looking back at Monique, Leanne had a thought. As drab as these women's daughters were, they would provide excellent contrast for Tyra. Oh, all three were pretty (well, Tyra was stunningly beautiful), but they had very little else in common.

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First of four parts. If I don't receive actual hate mail that it stinks I'll definitely finish this. I'd love some feedback.

Field Diary: Captain Yuri Watanabe. Commander of the [REDACTED].

Date: July 9th, 2033. (Height of the European Union's annexation of the England and Wales campaign.)

I love being a Captain. I just do. I love ordering these young men and women to their graves. They come to the front from all over the country, full of spunk, and I make sure I watch as many as possible when they die. As I throw them at inefficient plans designed to get me my victory at high costs.

But today was special. Today, the revised martial punishment treaty was ratified. As of today, I had the authority to execute any of my subordinates, and all I had to do was fill in a single form per soldier.

So, I ordered the sergeants to each line up their unit's weakest. 20 people in total. 12 women, 8 men. I had them stripped, cuffed, and lined up in front of my tent.

I asked them to make sure everyone was present, because they needed to see why they should follow my orders. They needed to see the real me.

So I emerged wearing my holster, my boots, and my rank insignia piercings through my left nipple. Some of the privates gawked a bit at my choice of attire, but their respective NCOs showed enough fear that they got the message.
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Tales from the Office of Termination

Common tags; cons, semi-cons, casual, teen, post-mortem release (piss), cann, decap, hanging, shooting, throat slitting, execution.

I will post individual tags in stories that contradict the above, or contains something extreme but not tagged here.

Since many of my termination stories won’t take place at school, and I can’t change thread titles, I decided to create a new, appropriately-titled, thread. So fans don’t have to continuously bump the old thread, I will import the two stories to this one at some point.

My stories will pretty much be focused on female terminations, from the ages of 13 to 35; though, I will occasionally go as high as 40. While I won’t write male victims, they are implied in-universe, and others are free to write stories involving male victims. I only ask that you loosely follow the canon of this setting.

The Office of Termination takes place over a thousand years into the future, near the star system Nu Phoenicis. A highly advanced intellect known as The Emperor, formerly human, essentially rules over the system, after establishing a human colony on and around the fifth planet, Kalma. The Office of Termination was set up, more for his own deranged entertainment, and the entertainment of other deranged individuals throughout the colonized galaxy.

Once a citizen turns 13, they become eligible for the Regular Termination System, although, they cannot willingly volunteer themselves until the age of 16. Termination Days occur irregularly at the provincial level. During those days, citizens are scheduled for termination should they violate any laws, regardless of how minor. During these days, schools may also terminate misbehaving students, or students with low grades, and citizens who lose their jobs may be terminated. Parents and legal guardians may offer disobedient children from 13 to 15 to the Office of Termination.

At the age of 35, or 30, if the individual doesn’t have children, they may be randomly summoned to the Office of Termination, regardless of what day it is. If a citizen reaches the age of 40, they are terminated within a week of their birthday.
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