Abby's new life


By TDM




Exposition
 
My name is Abby. I don't have a last name. I'm an orphan, you see. I've been on my own as long as I can remember. All my life, until... I met Dranix.

I met Master.. Er.. Dranix, when I tried to steal from him. He caught me. He ate me. He saved me!

Hmm... That sounds weird, doesn't it? Let me explain what I meant when I said that. You see, in our society, if someone, no matter their age or sex, is caught breaking one of the laws, there are only two punishments, ten years as a slave, or death.. 

They're not many laws. It's basically any crime where a person is wronged.  Robbery, assault, murder are are good examples. All other crimes, even minor ones like jay walking, or parking in a no parking area, are punished by either fines, or brief stays in the city stocks. 

The two  big punishments work like this: Say a person is caught picking someones pocket, and are caught (either from a witness, or police investigation), the VICTUM decides which punishment it will be. If slavery is chosen, the criminal becomes the victim's property for ten years. The slave can be used in any way the victim wants, as long as the slave doesn't die. That can be from cooking and cleaning, all the way to a BDSM sex slave, or a pet.

If the crime is caught on video, and the victim of the crime is able to captured the criminal, then there is no trial needed. That person can just slap a collar on them, kill them any way they want. 

Dranix caught me, and was going to kill me by making me his dinner. For some reason, he changed his mind after giving me many orgasms while eating me, and at the last minute, he healed me! So now, I belong to him. He wanted to do the ten year version, but I gave myself to him. For ever, by giving him the 'slave's oath'. I did it because I fell in love with him. Read his story about what happened if you want to know how THAT happened. 


Immediately After

So you're probably wondering what happened after Master said he was going to keep me forever. It was SO much fun!

After he told the doctor to make it so Master could use the healing tub on his own, the sexy punk lady gathered up all her stuff and left with the doctor.

After they were gone, Master swept me up in his arms and carried me in his (he just corrected me that it is OUR bedroom.) our bedroom. The bedroom is HUGE! The bed itself is big enough for five or six people to use at once. The sheets are a very dark purple, almost black, but it shimmered when the light hit it just right. I think they're silk, but since it was my first time in a nice bed, I have to go off what master said. Of course, I trust him to know. I LOVED when he tossed me into the middle of it. It's so soft! Like what I imagine a cloud feels like, if you could touch one.

He crawled onto the bed after me, and he had a hungry look on his face, so at first, I thought he might want to eat me again. That would have been more than fine by me! I knew if he hurt me, he'd pleasure me at the same time. (Oh My God, that felt good when he did that!) It turns out, it was a different kind of hunger I saw on his face.

I squealed when he latched onto my legs and started covering them with kisses. He started at my feet and went all the way up my whole body. It tickled and made me feel warm, at the same time. When he got to my pussy, he slowed down, paying more attention to every nook and cranny. His tongue (GOD, I love his tongue!) flicked at my clit, and my whole body jumped in a jolt of pleasure. Then he kept going up my body, playing with my bellybutton, circling it with kisses, then moving up to my new (BIGGER!) titties and used his two fingers to circle them at the base to make them bulge out. He took my left breast wholly into his mouth, locking his lips around it and SUCKED! Oh!! Wow! That felt so weird, but in a good way. I could  feel the nipple on that side grow painfully hard!

With a POP, he let it go, and I could feel it bounce against my chest. Anyway, Master kept going with his kisses, right up my neck, and the side of my head, right up to the tip of my furry ears. 

He paused, pulling back so he could stare at my face. He did it so long without saying anything or even moving, I started to get nervous. Then he said something that made me melt inside, and I will never forget.

“You are SO beautiful, my little thief, my little fox, my delicious meal. I love you, darlin'. Always and forever.” And then he kissed me. (Squeeeee!) He was so cool and serious as he said it! I'm such a crybaby! Tears were running down my face as he kissed me, and I kissed him back, my skinny little arms trying to pull him even closer.

Right then, he rolled over, pulling me so I was on top of him, straddling his waist. I let out a laughing scream when he did that. He's so silly, sometimes. His strong arms circled around my back, holding me close. That's when I felt something poke my butt, right below my tail.

I reached back, to find out what it was, and felt a warm, hard length of flesh. It was his NEW penis! With a huge hopeful grin, I asked him, “This will fit now?”

With a chuckle I could feel throughout my whole body, he said. “Only one way to find out, darlin'.”

He let me go so I could sit up, then I grabbed his shaft, and rising up, guided it to the entrance of my pussy. It slipped past the lips there easy enough, because I was very wet, and after a little effort, I was able to slip the thick head of his penis inside, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get any more in! He was still so big! Even if he was tiny in comparison to what he was earlier, his member was still gigantic compared to my tiny hole. 

Surprising me, he grabbed me around the waist and PUSHED me down his length! I felt my inner walls stretch to take in his width. It was painful, but a good kind of pain, as he filled my all the way with his manhood. The feeling of it rubbing every inch of me on the way, until he hit the bottom of my tunnel. As the tip of his dick hit that inner limit, it sent a shock through my whole body. It felt both wrong and good, at the same time. He let me relax for a minute, as my body adjusted to his invasion. Then he started moving me up and down. Slowly at first, letting me get used to this new wonderful feeling, my clit scraped along his length. Soon I started coming, gushing my 'marinade' as master liked to call it, all over us. 

I'm not sure what happened after that first one, because I think my brain shut off. Master said I just started shaking and gushing my juices, as my eyes rolled back in my head. He told me we had sex for about an hour, both of us having wonderful orgasms! It looks like I missed a lot of the best parts, but Master says not to worry. We'll have plenty of opportunities to keep trying. That sound like it's worth it!


A week of my new life


In the last week, we had a LOT of sex, and master always put me in the healing tub after a long session, because he says he doesn't want me to loose that “New girl feel.” that he liked from my little pussy. I like it too. That feeling of being stretched out on-the-verge-of-tearing feeling he gives me.

He also ate my bobbies a couple time, and my butt cheeks once. I love those time she eats me, and I wish he'd do it more often. When I asked why he didn't cook me again, or eat my little cunnie, he says he didn't like loosing control, and the taste of my cooked pussy would surely make him do that.

I told him I didn't mind if he lost control, but he said to drop the subject. He looked scared when he said it, so I think he's worried he might go to far and kill me, and when I told him that I didn't care if he killed me, as long as I could make him happy, he got a scary look on his face for a second, then hugged me really tight and said that was the last think that would make him happy, and he didn't want to EVER give me up. That made me so happy, I cried like a little baby. He calls me his “silly little darlin' “ when I cry over stuff like that.

I couple days ago, I found out his birthday was coming up next week. I need to get or do something for him. He gave my my own credcard that he says I can use to buy anything I want, but I haven't used it for anything other than getting some cute clothes he said he thought I'd look good in. I ordered them online, and they got to our home in under an hour! 

I started talking with Nina (she's the super smart panther lady that dresses all punk) online. We've became friends. I think she starting talking to me because she was worried about me, but now it's just because she knows I don't have any other girls to talk to. The other day, I told her I wanted to get something for Master, and if she had any ideas about what he might like.

“Well, he's rich as fuck, so he can BUY anything he want... Maybe find something he doesn't KNOW he wants. Try thinking of things he might have talked about, or shown interest in, but DIDN'T get for himself. Or you could try making something for him. Rich people like one of a kind things that they can't buy.” Wow. Nina is SO smart!

Maybe I could bake him a cake!... Wait... No. Not unless it's a meat cake. I keep forgetting he can only eat meat, and only super fresh meat, at that! 

Wait! That's it! Er, I think so, at least. I'll need to talk to Nina to find out if it's possible first. But if I can get it?! Oh! Master will love it. I'm sure of it!

Shopping for the birthday surprise
 
Thanks to Nina's help, I found the perfect gift! I'd told Nina about how I knew that Master wanted to eat me all up, but didn't want to loose me, and how he even wouldn't eat my pussy (cooked or raw) as a meal, because he says he might kill my by accident. 

So I thought, “Why not buy a girl that was a fox, like me, but that he wouldn't have to worry if he killed her.” I figured I'd even try finding one that was a REALLY bad person, so he wouldn't even mind killing her. You see, Master SAYS he's not a nice guy, but I know the truth! Nina says it's because he's a male, and males can be stupid about their feelings. I think she might be right.

Nina showed me the site where I could start shopping for meat people, and after Master went to sleep, I started looking for the perfect present. This is so exciting!!

I thought finding a fox girl would be the easy part, but as it turns out, we were kinda rare. At least when it came to coming up on these kinds of sites. At least I could keep it to a canine type. There were a lot of them. Most were dog-kin types, but there were a handful of wolves and even a few hyenas. After narrowing down my search to age and type of crime, my choices went from over two hundred, down to four, a wolf-kin and three different breeds of dog-kin. One of the dog-kin was out, right away. She wasn't pretty at all. I think she might have had mange at one point, because she had nasty scar tissue and patchy fur. That brought the number down to three.

 The first one I looked at (they had 3D pictures of the criminals, as well as full bios on them), was a mixed breed dog-kin. She stood five feet, six inches tall, was twenty two years old, and she had  gray head fur, and a black fluffy tail. She had very big breasts, with large areolas that had big thick nipples in the centers. Her pussy was very hairy, so that I couldn't even tell what here pussy lips looked like, but she had a nice figure, and small, kinda flat butt.

The next one was the other dog-kin. She was shorter than the other one, at only five foot even, and older, being thirty, and her boobs were not that sexy. They looked sad. Droopy and kinda flat. She had a really athletic body, though. With a great looking ass, and her pussy was hairless, so I could see she had very big inner lips and a clit you could see, even though she wasn't stimulated.

The last was the seventeen year old wolf-kin girl. I think she was as close to perfect as I could wish for! And according to her bio, I didn't think master would have ANY kind of guilt about killing her. It said she had killed her own litter, after finding out the father had cheated on her. After reading that, I wanted to kill her! The bio also said she was still 'lactating'. I think that means her titties still had milk in them. I bet that will make them taste really good! And the best part? She had TEN of them! The top two were nice and round with quarter sized areola and attractive dark nipples , and her boobs fit very nicely on her frame. They got smaller as they went down in two rows, until the bottom two, that sat just above her crotch, were like tiny copies of the biggest ones. Even smaller than my old boobs!  She was the tallest of the three, at just under six feet tall, and the bio said she used to be a swimsuit model, so was VERY sexy looking. She had short brown fur all over her body, and a more feral looking face than most kin. Her pussy had thick outer lips and looked very tasty, even to me. Zooming in on her image, I could see that her clit looked very cute, just peeking out of it's hood. Yes. Master would LOVE his birthday meal!

I ordered her to be delivered on the day of his birthday, two days from now. When I payed, the sites T.O.S. said we would have to terminate our purchase within three days of delivery. That's good! If master wanted to play with her before finishing her, he'd have time to do so. I hit Enter, and it was official. I had  bought a person for my Master to eat. He might even let me eat some of her! And I'm sure, Master would want to play with her, too. 

My pussy was so wet, right now! I think Master was right, when he sometimes called me “his broken little thief”. And I'm okay with that.


Happy Birthday, Master!

A knock at the door told me the meatgirl had arrived. Master was at work (he really just went there to look at the pretty girls, I think), and wouldn't be back for another hour. That would give me time to set up the presentation.

I threw on a robe (I usually went nude around the apartment), and answered the door. When I opened it, a deliveryman with a data pad was standing there with a bored expression on his face. He was a gorilla-kin, and and looked strong. On the floor of the hallway next to him was a crate, about five feet long and two feet wide. 

“This the Dranix residence?” He asked in a gruff voice.

“Yes, it is. Are you from Live Meals, Inc.?” I asked in turn. 

“Yes mam, I am. Please put your thumb print here.” He said, holding out the data pad.

I put my thumb on the box in the corner of the pad and it beeped. The deliveryman drew it back, glanced at it and looked back at me. “Would you like me to bring it in?” He asked, indicating the crate.

“Yes please.” And I stepped out of the way so he could bring it in.

He bent and picked it up like it weighed next to nothing, and after stepping in, asked where I'd like the meat put. I told him he could put it next to the couch in the living room. He did so, then left, giving me a polite nod on his way out.

After closing the door behind him, I ran back to the living room. The crate was held closed with a pair of metal straps. After a quick inspection, I found the release on the straps, and pulled the tabs found there.

The lid of the crate was held shut with a simple latch, that I flipped up. I took a deep breath, then lifted the lid. 

Inside, bound with wide straps around her arms and legs, was the meat girl. She was laying on her side in a cutout foam bed, with her knees up to her chest. She looked like she was sleeping, and she had a medical mask over her short muzzle, with a tube attached that led to an air tank. I saw that she had weird hard plastic panties on, that had more tubes, leading to two bags. I couldn't see through the material they were made out of, but guessed they were to collect her pee and poop. 

Inside the container, attached to the lid was a pamphlet, giving unpacking instructions. It was broken down into three sections. The first was how to keep the live meat unconscious until ready to dispatch for food preparation. Since I wasn't doing that, I skipped to the next section. 

That one was how to wake the meat and remove the tubes that went into three of her holes.

The last one was on the proper way to dispose of any remains after “finishing your meal from Live Meat Inc.”. I wouldn't need that one until later.

I fallowed the steps in the instructions on waking her, pulling first the tube from her throat by removing the mask while holding her head so her neck was straight. Then I unlatched the 'incontinence prevention apparatus', and after a little bit of a struggle, shifted her hips enough to pull the tubes out of her. I used the included wet-wipes to wipe the tiny mess left behind, then sat back and waited the ten to fifteen minutes it said it would take for the gas that kept her asleep to ware off.

I kept the muzzle in place that she'd on under the mask, and didn't take her bindings off. I might take them off later, but that would depend on her attitude when she woke up.

After twelve minutes (I had been watching the time), her eyes fluttered open. At first, it looked like nobody was home, as her eyes just sort of stared straight ahead. After a few more minutes, her eyes started to focus. First on the crate around her, then she looked up at the ceiling, and finally locked on me.

The muzzle wasn't tight enough to stop her from talking, just from biting. “Where am I? Why can't I move?” She asked in a confused, slightly groggy voice.

“You are in a box. The box is in my Master's living room. You can't move, because you're still tied up, because I don't know if you're stupid or not, yet.” I figured I'd be straight forward with her, but I still wanted to ask her a few things before I told her what was going to happen.

“What's the last thing you remember?” I asked her.

“The last thing? I'm not sure. I think I remember getting arrested for... What I did.” A pained look washed over her face, then she went on. “I remember the police saying they had ample evidence of my crime, and the victim, my boyfriend Randy had told them to give me to the processing plant. They took me there in a van. I had handcuffs on my wrists, and shackles on my ankles. The people at intake said that I had already been sold to another company. The gave me a shot, and that's the last thing I remember. I thought I was going to be ground up, and I would never be waking up.”

She seemed to grow calmer as she talked, working things out. “What's going to happen to me? Are you going to kill me now?” 

“No. I'm not going to kill you, at all. My Master will most likely be the one to do that. I bought you from a company selling live meals, for my Master as a birthday present. My plan is that he will eat you. He might cook you first in a special oven that keeps food alive, or he might have some other method he wants to use on you.” I could see panic starting to in her, so rushed on. “If you are good, and behave yourself, I'm sure Master will be gentle as he can be. And if I know him, he will want to give you many orgasms. He says 'Happy food is tasty food'.” I told her with a big smile.

“How do you know he'll do that for me?” She asked.

“Because! He did it to me when he ate me!” I exclaimed, my face lighting up with the memory.

She gave me a look like I was crazy, scanning my body for missing parts, I guess, and said, “Are you crazy? You're not missing any parts, even!” Oh! That's right. She doesn't know about Master's machine!

“Master is very rich, and he bought a company that made a machine that can heal any injury that does not outright kill a person. Before putting me in his healing machine, he had eaten my arms and legs and both of my boobs and even my pussy!” I said with glee.

A hopeful look came over her face. “Is that true? Is he going to do that for me, too?” 

“Oh no. He had caught me breaking and entering, so he could do anything he wanted to me. You were already convicted, which means he couldn't keep you even if he wanted to. And the site I bought you from told what you did. If he finds out, he might make your death very painful.” I look of horror shone in her eyes, knowing that I knew what she did.

“Don't look so scared! I won't tell him, so he won't find out unless you tell him... Well, if he ordered me to tell him, I would. I can promise you this: If you stay on your best behavior, I'll do my best to make sure he Doesn't order me to tell him. Deal?” She seemed to really think about it for a minute, then looked me right in the eyes. “I promise to behave. Death with a bunch of orgasms involved sounds a lot better than dying in pain.”

Good! It looked like she was going to be a good girl. “Okay. I'm going to let you get up now.” I took off her muzzle, and started untying her so she could get out of her crate.

Once she stood up, I could really see how pretty she was! She had long, brown hair on her head that was just a little darker than the fur on the rest of her body. Her tail was long and softer even than mine. She had long, delicate finger, tipped with short blunt nails. She had paws on her digitigrade  feet, like a feral canine had.  

I noticed the fur on her breasts had a wetness trailing from each nipple. “So you DO have milk coming out of your titties!” I exclaimed excitedly. “Can I taste it?” I asked.

“I suppose so. It's just part of your master's meal now, so I guess it's fine.” And she sat down on the couch, so it would be easier for me to reach.

“Which one should I drink from?” I asked, gesturing to the twin line of her tits.

“Well, the ones on top produce the most, but I was told that the teats at the bottom will have the sweetest milk.” She informed me.

“Sweet sounds nice. I'd like to try that first... By the way. What's your name? The site only had a an order number for you. It was #008751. I don't want to just call a number. If I'm going to suck another girl's titties, I'd feel better calling you by your name.”

She let out a pretty laugh, and said,”Leslie Ortega. And your name?” 

“Abby.” She held out her hand to shake, and said, “It's nice to meet you, Abby.” She smiled. “Now, please feel free to have a taste.” She said, running a hand up her breasts, like a hostess on a game show presenting a prize.

She leaned back on the couch, laying her head down on the armrest behind her, and I sat next to her knees and bent over her lower set of teats. My head was right next to her pussy, and I couldn't help taking a peak, but I could feel my face turning red. It just hit me, that this was the first time I'd ever been this close to another women, AND SHE WAS NAKED! 

Hell, a couple weeks ago, I hadn't even thought about sex, other than on an abstract level. Master had pulled the doors right off the hinges when it came to the world of sex, for me. Now I'm finding myself an inch away from a beautiful naked woman's pussy, and I was thinking about t-t-touching it!

What finally convinced me to stop overthinking it was when I heard Leslie whisper, “This is fine. I'm behaving myself.” I put my hand on her thigh, right next to her pussy lips, and I saw one of my fingers reach out and lightly stroke the smooth skin there. So soft! Smoother than Master's sheets, even!

I found myself trying to watch too many things at once. I was trying to look at the teat I was about to suck milk out of, the finger brushing her pussy, and Leslie's face. My eyes were flicking about so much, I almost missed her nipple! 

I found myself sticking the tip of my tongue out of my mouth, as I got closer. Then I felt it touch the small nipple at the center of her miniature breast. Just from that brief contact, I could already taste the sweet flavor of her milk. I hesitated only for a fraction of a second, then put my lips around the nipple and sucked.

Milk shot into my mouth, and I could feel how full her her breast was. I imagine she hadn't had the opportunity to do anything about the build up of milk since she had been arrested. I enjoyed the creamy flavor of her breast milk for a whole minute, when I heard Leslie let out a very soft sighing moan. I'm sure it was a sound of relief. I wanted to know if I was right in my thinking, so decided to just ask.

“Are your breasts over full? It sounded like it, from the noise you just made.

I could see a slight blush through the fur on her face before she answered. “Painfully so! I had a breast pump in my purse when they took me into custody, but they didn't let my use it, even though I asked more than once to use it.” She got a haunted look on her face, before she said anything else. “But I k-k-killed my babies, so I deserve to suffer!” And she starting crying. Almost a howl, as tears streamed down her face, matting the fur on her cheeks.

I quickly moved forward, and hugged her to me as she shook, her body wracked with sobs.

I just held her, as she confessed the details of her crime. How she had been so stupid, and didn't know what had come over her. Everything just flooded out of her. It turns out, she didn't remember anything of the actual deed itself. Only the aftermath, after she woke up on her bedroom floor, and when she searched for her kids, she found all four of her pups drowned in the tub. 

I seems she was the one that called the police, believing she had blacked out while giving them a bath, and that they had died in an accident.

It sounded like the cops had interrogated her for over twenty six hours straight, not letting her rest or even eat or drink anything, and letting her have only one toilet break. After all that, it was no wonder she now believed she had killed her children. And I wasn't so sure she had. It seems more like the cops just decided she's done it, and ran with that assumption. She hadn't actually caught her boyfriend cheating. It sounded more like the police had planted the idea in her head. 

I was curtain she was actually innocent of murdering her babies... And then it dawned on me, it didn't matter at all. In our school of law, there was no appeals allowed. Once the judge signed the papers, she was considered guilty. As soon as her boyfriend said to send her to the meat packing plant, she was no longer a person. She was only meat that was still breathing.

A dilemma and putting a plan to action               

 I held her as she cried herself out, and she finally fell asleep twenty minutes later. I got a spare blanket from the bedroom, and covered her up. 

While I waited for Master to get home, I racked my brains for a solution. When Master unlocked the door, I felt like I had something that might work, but I'd need Master's help, and we'd need to keep the plan from Leslie. That last part was crucial. This wouldn't be easy.

I rushed to the door before he even had the chance to fully open it and was standing there as he stepped in. I signaled him to be silent with a finger to my lips. He raised an eye ridge, but did as I asked as I pulled him through the apartment to our bedroom. Once inside, I had him turn the cameras off in there. Then I explained everything. It took a while, with him asking me questions, and me asking him a few, but finally, he agreed that my plan was good. He even gave me a kiss on the top of my head and told me how proud he was of me. I melted against him in joy at the praise, then pulled myself together. We had a plan to put into action.

Before leaving the bedroom, Master turned the cameras back on. We walked back to the sleeping wolf-kin, and picked up as if we hadn't just spent ten minutes hashing out a secret plan.

“Abby? Who is this woman sleeping on my couch?”,  Master asked in a slightly too loud voice.

Leslie started awake, but quickly pulled herself together and threw the blanket off, and stood and walked serenely around the couch to stand in front of Master, only to gracefully lower herself to her knees and say in a pleasant tone, “ Happy birthday, Master Dranix! My name is Leslie, and I am Abby's present to you on this special day. Please, use and enjoy my body in any way you see fit. I am yours for pleasure, pain and as what I hope will be a pleasant meal.” 

At that, I couldn't help but think, “Holy shit. That was sexy!” And I could see by the noticeable bulge in Master's pants that he thought the same. Originally, we had planned to move quickly through with our plan, but I  think our time table had expanded to a slower pace now.


Taking it slow

The new pace was confirmed as Master asked me, “Tell me, darlin'. Do you find our meal as pretty as I do?” And I answered, “Oh yes, Master. She is very beautiful, and so sexy.”  

“Then please show me how sexy you think she is by kissing our meat.” He said with a devilish grin.

I had been standing behind her, but at Master's command, I gladly walked to stand in front of her, and saw a look on her face that seemed to say “Didn't see this coming.”, before I tangled my hand in the long, silky mane of hair at the back of her head, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. 

I thought kissing a kin with a muzzle style of jaw would be a challenge, but her lips were incredibly mobile, and she had no problem drawing them into a pucker for the kiss. And what a kiss! She opened her mouth a little bit to let my push my tongue in, if I wanted... And I did, so I did. Her own tongue was wide and flat. I could tell, it was much stronger than mine, but she let me take the lead and be the aggressor in the kiss.

I felt her reach up and cup one of my breasts, and I moaned into her mouth. Her hand felt very nice as she gently squeezed my breast and then lightly rolled my nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Finally, I pulled away, out of breath after that steamy kiss. I saw she had a very 'wolfish' grin now, her tongue lolling out as she gently panted, Her hand only fell away from my breast as I fully stood up, trailing her fingers over my nipple.

Master asked, “Did her lips taste good? How about her tongue?” I shivered at the memory of Master eating my own tongue, and I could feel wetness run down my inner thigh as I grew excited. 

“Oh, yes Master. I'm sure you will enjoy them in every way possible!” I told him with a wicked grin.

“Well done, darlin'. In fact, why don't I make you my official food taster? From now on, you shall sample all my food before I indulge, to make sure it is of the best quality.”  Master's voice took on a funny sounding accent when he said that, kinda like a king in a cartoon I saw once. He can be very silly, sometimes.

“In that case, Master. I should tell you, I have already tasted another part of your meal.” I said, looking shyly down.

“Oh? Should I punish you for taking liberties with my food?” 

I came a little, just from hearing that. I loved when he 'punished' me. He would spank my bottom just right, so that I felt it right in my clit!

Leslie noticed the nectar running down my leg, and spoke before I could answer Master. 

“Master Dranix? It seems that your slave, Abby is leaking and is about to make a mess on your fine rug. Would you like this meat to clean her up?” I blushed furiously as the meaning of what she said dawned on me, and I quickly looked at Master, and knew it was going to happen. He had a wide smile on his face.

“By all means, meat. Make yourself useful.” My jaw dropped at that and before I could say anything, I felt Leslie grab my hips in a firm grip, and in an instant, I could feel her tongue licking up my spilled juices. 

In a matter of seconds she'd finished on my legs, and I felt her wide tongue as it covered my whole pussy, then she dragged it up, and my legs went weak, and had to grab onto the beautiful wolf to steady myself. One hand tangled in her hair, the other holding tight to her shoulder. I felt a flutter in my stomach and then tingles washed throughout my body, with the starting point centered on her tongue and what it was doing. I felt myself gush into her mouth as I had a wonderful orgasm.

Leslie pulled away from her task, and told my Master “Abby told me how you'd eaten her pussy as a meal, and liked the flavor so much, you almost tore her apart. I can see why, now. She tastes very good! I was bi and had many chances to taste a lot of different flavors of pussy juice. Hers  is the best I've ever tasted!” 

“I wonder how you'll compare to her, my lovely wolf.” Master said with a wicked grin. “Abby? You've tasted your own juices from my fingers before. Why don't you see if you can get some of our meal's juices flowing?

My mind scrambled for what I should do to get her to cum, but then I realized I just need to do what master did to me that felt the best. I was sure that would work on the wolf girl.

It felt thrilling to give commands to the older girl. I had her stand up, then I looked to Master's approval as I said to him, “Master, wouldn't it be best to take her to the kitchen to do the tasting? She is your meal, is she not?”

“Very true, pet. And I've decided she will be our meal. She's big enough to feed us both. Don't you think?”  He said, and the broad smile on his face sent a thrill through me. I would get to eat her too?! I almost came right then.

Taste testing and some milking

I grabbed Leslie's wrist and pulled her behind me as I led our little group to the kitchen. When we got there, I decided it would be fun to give our meal a little tour.

“This is Master's kitchen. As you can see, it has all the best equipment money can buy. Over here is the stove top range. That pot on top? That's for making soups and stews from whole girls.” I pointed out the huge steel pot sitting on the stop of the cold burners of the stove.

Continuing the tour, “And next to it is the butcher's table, for when Master wants to part out girls. Things like arms and legs practically fly off a meat girl, when Master uses that cleaver hanging on the wall.” I said, gesturing to the oaken slab of wood that stretched across seven feet of counter space, and the heavy cleaver amongst a collection other knives that included chefs knives, boning knives and even a curved skinning knife.

She clutched at me in fear when I pointed out those last tools. I patted her hand in comfort.

“Next is the very oven Master cooked me in! It's the ' Live Cooker 2000'! It will not only keep a live meal alive, but it will even keep it from passing out. It will also prevent a cooked girl from bleeding more than a few drop, even if an artery is cut!” She looked from the oven, to me, then to Master. A look of shock on her face. 

“It can really do all that?” She asked in a voice that was somewhere between horrified, amazed and aroused. We both nodded, and she started to shiver in fear, and started to quietly repeat, over and over, “I'm being a good girl. I'm being a good girl.” Master saw what was happening, and stepped forward and gently took hold of her lower jaw, tilting her head up so he could look her in her frightened eyes.   

“Be at ease, Leslie. None of those is being used on you for quit some time. Now is all about pleasure, giving and receiving it. This is playtime. Cooking time will come, but not until much later.” And she visibly started to relax. 

Oh. My. God! When Master talked like that, my little cunnie just dripped! It seemed to even work on Leslie, because she answered him with a breathy “Okay. That sounds nice.” And she had a kinda sappy smile as she said it. Master is such a charmer. 

I finished the tour with, “And finally our table. As you can see, it's more than big enough for you to lay comfortably on. I recently asked Master to upgrade it. While the top is made from marble, the underside of the table is now lined with metal, which let us arrange these shaped non-staining cushions as we need them to present the meals for easy eating and comfort of the meat. (I wanted it so I could prop myself up to watch what Master does to my body. It's so sexy to watch!)” That last I whispered in her ear. She looked at me skeptically, and I answered her with an eager nod and smile.

The table was at a height that was scaled to Master's size, so it was very high off the ground. Without prompting, Master lifted the wolf girl on to the table, as easy as he would have lifted me. He is very strong! When he did it, Leslie let out a surprised “Yip!” (Hey! That was cute!) And her entire row of breasts jiggled as her butt hit the table. Now that was sexy! Though I did see a grimace on her face for a fraction of a second, and remembered what she said about her breasts being sore from all the milk in them. Master and I would have to do something about that.    

“Master? Please boost me up?” Not questioning me reasons, he lifted me, and I stood over the sitting wolf girl. “Leslie, please lay on your back.” She did, and I took a cushion and put it behind her head and shoulder, propping her up enough to watch what came next.

“Master, I'm sorry, but we have been unintentionally cruel to our meal. You see how full of milk her teats are?” And I gently squeezed her top-most set of breasts, and even though I'd used a soft touch, she still flinched a little. “Now, we probably don't want to drink it all, because I know how much you enjoyed the tiny amount from my immature titties, so if we leave some in this meat's ridiculously oversized mammaries (I'm not threatened by her perfect tits. Not. At. All.), imagine how good they will taste. And, we should also save at least a bowl full as marinade.” Leslie seemed a little shocked at my frank talk, but didn't look like she was going to panic. If fact she said, “Yes please. They are so full that it's very painful when someone touches them.”

Master gave her a look of sympathy. “Of course, Abby. Those sound like a couple good ideas.” He said to me, then turned to Leslie. “I'm very sorry, my dear. This is supposed to be a time of pleasure for you, and here you are, in pain this whole time. And even though later, there will be unavoidable pain, we shall do our best to counterbalance that pain with pleasure. If at any time you feel the balance is off, we will take a break to address the issue.” 

“You are too kind, Master Dranix. I do not deserve your consideration for my pain. Feel free to hurt me as much as you like.” She said with a sad look. Master answered her in a stern voice. “No, Leslie. I don't care what you did to end up on my table. A person that causes pain, for the sake of 'justice' is just a fucking sadist. I am not that.” 

“But I killed my...” Leslie tried to try to tell him what she believed she'd done, but Master silenced her by gently wrapping his hand around her muzzle, closing her mouth. “I told you, I. Don't. Care. what you did, Leslie. It doesn't matter any more. Who you were? What you did? That is the past. It doesn't exist any longer for you. All that's left for you is the here and now.” I could see tears pooling in her eyes at Master's words. As the meaning of those words finally sunk in, the tears she'd held back flooded forth.

Master and I simply held her, letting her cry herself out, and after a few minutes she settled down, and her tears finally stopped. We gave her a moment as she pulled herself back together and wipe away the tears that had stained her fur. When she was done, she gave us both a radiant smile, and said to Master, “Thank you for that gift.” 

I couldn't help myself. “Hey Master! You just gave my gift to you a gift. Is that like re-gifting?”

That made both of them laugh, but master shook a finger at me, and still laughing said, “Quit you!” Then in a dizzying swoop, snatched me up and plopped me over his knee, giving me one of those clit-tingling swats. And in a blink, had me back on the table. Master is so fun!

Tears and laughter done, Master stood and grabbed a lidded bowl from the cupboard, and coming back, set it to the side on the the table. “Now, lets see to fixing our meal's milk issue, darlin'. Now lay back down, Leslie. I want to try some wolf-es milk.”

She did as Master asked, and soon we were both looking at the lovely sight of a very sexy young lady, stretched out on her back, one leg slightly bent at the knee, and her arms folded behind her head. Just looking at here body, I could tell she really took good care of it. She had a six-pack of abs, but it was soft and very feminine. Master couldn't hold back long. He bent forward and lightly flicked three of her nipples with one swipe of his long tongue, sending a delightful shiver throughout her body. Master brought his mouth to one of her teats, his lips sealing around it, and he started to draw out her sweet milk.

I wasn't idle, either. Knowing how sweet the milk from her lower most breasts were, I went for the one I hadn't sampled from yet. This time I didn't just drink. I wanted to give her more pleasure, so as I was drinking, I also flicked my tongue across the mini-nipple in my mouth. It seemed to work, too. Her stomach twitched each time I did it, and since I was so close to her pussy, I saw that she was starting to get wet.

Knowing what felt good to me, I decided to apply it to her pussy. I used two fingers to rub her pussy nearest to her lowest teats, making little circles around her clit. At my touch, she spread her legs to give me better access to her treasure. She had the most awesome feeling pussy. The fur on her lips felt like super soft velvet. Only at the very edge was she totally furless, and that nude skin might have been the softest thing I'd ever touched. I became to distracted that Master gave me a nudge, seeing that I'd stopped teasing her pussy, and even did the same with the nipple that was still in my mouth.

With a pop, I pulled away from her nipple, so I'd be able to answer Master's unspoken question. “Sorry Master. I got sidetracked by how amazing her pussy lips feel. You've got to try it, Master. Between her velvety pussy fur, and those lips? Just wow, Master!”

“Let me be the judge of the quality of her filet, darlin'. After all, I'm claiming it for my main course.” Master declared, and I saw and felt Leslie shiver again. This time, I wasn't as sure it was out of fear alone.

I moved my hand out of the way, as Master reached to test the truth of what I'd said. First, he felt her velvety pussy, and he let out a thoughtful “Hmm.”, then traced the edge of one of her lips with the pad of his finger. “Fuck! You're right, darlin'. The skin there is soft as an angels kiss!” He said it with a look of wonder on his face. “Leslie, your pussy is fucking otherworldly! Are all wolf-kin like you down there?”

“I'm not sure, Master Dranix.” She said with a tinkling giggle. “But everyone I've ever been with has said something along the lines of you and Abby's descriptions.”

Master got a thoughtful look. Uh-oh. “I wonder if a taxidermist could preserve this texture.” And Leslie let out a squeaky, “What?!?”, as her eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Relax dear. I wouldn't do that to you. After all, I'd much rather not ruin my main course!” He 'reassured' the girl.

I punched him on his steel hard arm (Ow!), and with a scolded whine to him; “Stop picking on her, Master. Can't you see your ruining the mood!”

After looking up, and seeing the look of fear on her face, Master quickly made amends with, “Abby is right. Forgive me for being so crass. Let's finish relieving your beautiful breasts of their excess of milk.”

After master and I had sampled all her teats, Leslie was positively dripping with arousal. “Master? I think it's past time you sampled her nectar. I'll gather some milk for the marinade mix. We can gather her juices later, closer to cooking, to add to your mix.”

“Good idea, Abby. Leslie, please get on your hands and knees, and present your backside to me.” And, graceful as ever, she did as master asked.

I pulled the bowl over, placing it under one of her top breasts. As Master put his magic tongue to good use, exploring the nooks and crannies of Leslie's cunnie, I took both hands and wrapped them as well as I could around her breast. Starting at her chest, I squeezed gently, working towards her nipple. After a few tries, I finally got the right method working, and was rewarded with a strong stream of fresh milky goodness. I progressed up and down the rows of teats, until the bowl was nearly full.

While I was milking the sexy wolf, she had at least five orgasms. I'm pretty sure I helped with at least a few of those, because more than once, she grabbed me behind the head to pull me into steamy kisses. To be honest, I had a couple of my own while watching Master work Leslie over. He is a master of oral stimulation. It's not just his lips and tongue, either. Master uses his hands, too. I watched him almost make her pass out, when while with his tongue undoubtedly deep enough to tease her cervix, he also had his lips sealed over her opening doing... Something there, while with one hand he stimulated her clit, and with one finger of the other, slid deep into her back door, with a slow and steady push. I think our neighbors heard that one! Hehe.

Dinner in the shower      

I put the lid on the bowl, then Master helped Leslie and me down from the table. He needed to hold Leslie for a second as she was a little unsteady after so many back-to-back orgasms. She had a pretty dreamy look on her face now. She is so pretty. I feel really bad for how much pain we'll have to give her, to save her. I'm sure Master feels bad about it too... At least I think so. It's hard to tell with him sometimes.

Master led us to the shower now, and I was kinda glad. We were all kinda sticky from all the things we'd already done. We'd made kind of a mess. But such a fun time making it!

Master's walk-in shower was very large and very fancy. It was big enough for ten people, had benches along two of the walls and the entire ceiling was one big shower head. It also had four hand held shower heads with all kinds of settings, and shower jets that came out of rows of nozzles in each corner, that you could turn on and off, separate from all the rest. Needless to say, I loved taking showers now! 

“Abby, go online and order the best razor or fur remover you can find. Go for express delivery, too. Thank ya darlin'.” And gave me a kiss on the head, and a squeeze of my butt on the way out.

I went to the terminal, did a quick search online and found a kit. It had 4.9 out of 5 stars, so I ordered it and picked rush delivery at checkout. It said it would be delivered by drone  in five minutes or less. Wow! That's so cool!

Well, since it was going to be so fast, I just waited at the door. From there, I could hear the shower start and both of them talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Three and a half minutes later, the drone alert buzzed and I opened the door and plucked the package from the drone, and it buzzed off.

When I got back to the shower, Master was washing Leslie's back while she had her hands braced against one wall. He was also balls deep in her sweet pussy. He was going in and out of her with long, slow strokes, each ending with an extra little push as he got to the deepest point. Each time he did it, she's let out a sexy little “Yip!”. She looked so good, with her long bushy tail wagging against Master's bare chest.

Not wanting to be left out of all the fun, I ducked under her to get in front of her, and started washing her front... Okay! It was more an excuse to play with her fantastic titties, I guess. Soon, Leslie was as clean as a whistle, and thoroughly relaxed. Master had her lay down on one of the benches face down. And told me to keep her company for a minutes, as he had to get something.

He walked out after putting a towel around his waist, and came back in under a minute with something I didn't recognize. It looked kinda of like a pair of pliers, but instead of normal jaws, it had an odd open loop, and it looked like it had a power source built into the handle that had a button on the side.

“Leslie, my pretty wolf? It's time for some fur removal.” Master told her gently, and she raised her head enough to look at him.

“I understand.”, she said with a sad smile. “Don't want fur getting stuck in your teeth. So it's about time to start cooking me?” The last she said with a little catch in her voice.

“Not yet, my dear. We still have a few hours before we get to that. I plan on us having a bit more fun, before that. Mostly in the bedroom.” And she smiled at that news, and said; “That sounds nice... And I want you to know... Both of you to know, that I'm glad it's you two. I mean, I didn't expect anything this pleasant when they said I was getting turned into food. From the stories I'd heard, I was expecting to be brutally raped, maybe more than once, then thrown still alive into a grinder or one of the rendering vats to be boiled to death. This? All this? It is so much more than I deserve. I think I'm falling  in love with both of you!” She laughed. As if she was surprised at her own words. “I so wish I'd met you two a long time ago.” The last was said with a sad smile. 

Master leaned down and gave her a deep kiss. Pulling back from it, he told her “Just because someone is condemned to die, doesn't mean they have to do it screaming.” He kissed her again, this time on her forehead. “Besides, we both think you are worth the mercy, even if you don't.”

“Yeah! I think you're pretty great, Leslie. Master does too! And besides, as Master always says, 'Happy meat is tasty meat.'” Then I said right in her ear; “And just so you know, even while you're cooking, you are going to be cumming like crazy! Master's oven has two vibrators. One for each hole! When he cooked me, I came over twenty times! You won't even notice any pain.” She looked at me in wonder, and mouthed “Really?”, and I had a huge grin as I gave an excited nod to her.

It took quit a while to remove all her fur. Between the shears, razor and depilatory cream from the kit, it took almost an hour, but by the time we had finished, all her fur was gone from the neck down, except for her tail. We had all had fun, too. We teased her body throughout the whole thing. I even got the chance to finger a girl for the first time, and I even but a finger in her butt! She had to talk me into that one, at first (It's where poop comes out!). It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. She was very clean, and made a very sexy noise when I wiggled it while it was deep inside her. She also taught me how to suck cock! I'd never tried it before, but Master said I was a natural at it. I loved the taste of Master's cum. Salty, but very yummy!

I was surprised to see, that the skin under her fur was actually gray in color. For some reason I just assumed it would be the same color as her fur, a dark brown. Oh. Her nipples and pussy are a light pink, with just a touch of the same gray as the rest of her skin.

Before we left the shower, but after removing her fur, I found out what the tool Master had brought in was for. It's what he'd used to remove my tail when he'd cooked me. I figured it out, as Master took Leslie's beautiful long tail in his left hand, stroked it a couple times, then still holding it, used his other hand to place the open jaws of the tool around the base of her tail, and squeezed the handles closed while thumbing the button on the side. 

Leslie let out a 'Yelp!', and the next thing I knew, Master was holding her now limp, severed tail in his hand.  
  
“Master! No! How could you!” I screamed, as I beat uselessly at his chest, weeping uncontrollably. He tried to say something to me, but I couldn't make out what it was over my own tears. I'd probably still be crying, if I hadn't felt a gentle embrace from behind. “Shhh, Abby. It's alright! I don't mind it being gone. It's okay! Besides, I won't need it soon anyway. So hush your tears, my silly little loli fox. It didn't even hurt. I only yipped because it surprised me.”

I looked up at he face, and she just smiled down at me. Then kissed me on the nose, canine style... She licked my face. It was such a shock, that I couldn't help but laugh. Then we dried off (Master dried me.), and headed to the bedroom. 

We headed to the bedroom, where we all made love and gave each other many orgasms. While there, Master whispered in my ear; “Remember the plan, and remember the regen tank. Her tail will be good as new.” I felt like such a child. All that crying like a baby, over nothing. But I couldn't help it. Her tail is just so pretty!   

When we had worn each other out enough, we took a nap for a couple hours. We woke up refreshed, and went back into the shower to rinse off the stickiness from all the sex. Leslie lingered longer than Master and I. We looked back at her from the doorway. She looked scared for a moment. The she seemed to gather herself, took a deep breath, and followed us out to the kitchen, her head held high.

Time to cook the meat-girl

 We walked into the kitchen. I lead the way, holding Leslie's hand behind me, and finally Master, herding us on.

Now in the kitchen, Leslie went to the table, and using a chair, climbed onto the table and sat on it's edge, feet swinging nervously bellow her. 

I made a space standing on the floor between her legs. I started by rubbing the silky smooth skin on top of her thighs, just helping her to relax.

Master got a larger tray than he had used for me, which made sense, seeing how she was a full foot taller than me. Looking at it, I still thought it looked too small for her, but I'm sure Master knew best, and I found out shortly, I was right. Along with the tray, he brought a spreader bar, as well as the same type of pussy and anal rods he'd used for my cooking. Along with those was a set of what looked like wide, metal webbed bracelets or anklets. They looked like they could be used for either. He placed it all on the table to one side.

Master then got a bowl from the cupboard that was a little smaller than the one we'd used to store Leslie's milk, and another bowl, about double the size of the milk bowl. “Abby darlin', can you see if you can get our dinner to squirt enough to fill this bowl?” He asked, indicating the smaller bowl.

“Of course, Master! Ready for some orgasms, Leslie?” I asked. She smiled and said, “I'm always up for orgasms! On the roof of my pussy, just past the entrance, you will find an area that feel rougher than the rest of the skin in there. Rub there with two finger, doing a kind of 'come here' motion, like this.” And she demonstrated the movement she meant, palm up, and using her middle and ring fingers. “I'll help out by rubbing my clit. Or, if you want, you could stimulate it by sucking on it?” She asked hopefully with a wink and a grin to me. I licked my lips and nodded. 

Of course, I tried to just jam my fingers inside her. She caught my wrist and said, “Slow down, you sex crazed loli!” She laughed. “When you're looking to go deep into a pussy that isn't your own, take your time. Ease your way in. Play with the girls outer pussy, and after she starts to self-lube, then slowly put first one finger in, then slip the second one in. Pump a few time, slowly. Then increase your pace, then start curling those fingers, giving her that 'come here' motion, until... She cums in an explosion of sweet nectar. See? Easy as can be.” As all good teachers know, the best way to learn a new skill is through demonstration. Leslie is a Really good teachers. She demonstrated on me! So well, I almost wasn't able to do the job Master gave me! But! I'm a damn good student! Hehe.

She soon started gushing, and I learned after trial and error, that if I went crazy with the movement of my finger as she started to squirt, she produced much more marinade! In case you were wondering, three times. That's how many times it took for her to fill the bowl. Teamwork!

Master called me over, and I handed him the very full bowl, and he dipped I finger into it and then used his tongue to taste it. (I guess for quality?) Then he mixed her milk and nectar into a large bowl, then added honey. “Why honey, Master?” I asked.

“I'm making a milk and honey glaze for her body. And before you ask, the reason I didn't do the same when I cooked you, is because she's a good thirty pounds bigger than you. The glaze will protect her flesh, keeping it moist and tender. You see, she will have to cook much longer than you did. Your meat didn't have time to dry out. Oil was enough for you.” He explained this as he mixed all the ingredients.

Suddenly in a small scared voice, Leslie spoke up for the first time in a while.”Guys? Could you please tie me up or something? I really want to keep being a good girl, but I'm really scared and think it would help me be a good girl.” We looked over at her, and she was hugging herself, rocking back and forth.

We both rushed over to her to embrace her and comfort her. Master hugged her and held her head gently stoking her hair. I rubbed her back and one leg, letting her know by touch that we were there for her. “I'm sorry, my pretty wolf. One of us should have been giving you attention at all times. From now till the very end, one of us will be with you at all times. I promise!” Under our attentions, she calmed down. Master went to finish his preparations, while I stayed with Leslie. We spent most of that time gently making out. She is a very good kisser, and she liked making me squeak and moan and make other more embarrassing noises. Wicked wolf!

Ten minutes later, Master brought the bowl over with two brushes. We had her lay on her stomach and brushed over every inch of her presented backside. Of course, Master couldn't help teasing her pretty pucker, and making her giggle.

Master asked her to get on her hands and knees for a second, as he brought the tray over so it was right beside her, than had her carefully maneuver herself into the cradle built into the tray's surface. Once in, she said she was surprised at how comfortable it was. Master explained to her how she would be in the same position for more than four hour. The cradle would keep her flesh from bruising. 

After she was in place, Master put the spreader bar in place. It went between her legs, just above her knees, and spread her legs wide apart, stopping just shy of the edge of the tray. Then he locked her waist in place with the metallic web belt. “Master? Why the spreader bar? You didn't use one on me.” I asked, staring at Leslie's crotch, spread so wide, her pussy lips were slightly agape. So pretty. Why am I getting hungry?

“She's taller than you, darlin'. If we didn't use it, she just plain old wouldn't fit in the oven!” Master explained. “Speaking of fitting...” And Master grabbed the vibrating anal rod, and dribbled some olive oil over the part that would be inserted in her. Before he could do anything with it, Leslie spoke up. “Mmm! I love ass play, Master Dranix. Please put it right in, in one smooth go. Then, if you don't mind, could you wiggle it around a bit? It'll help me relax.” She said, looking up at Master from the tray.

Not answering with words, Master smiled and placed the tip of the rod (butt plug) at the center of her asshole and smoothly pushed it in. “Mmmyeah! Can you pull it halfway out then pop it back in a couple times?” She asked breathlessly. Master was happy to.

After she came Again, Master locked it in place, then fucked her with the vaginal rod. And of course, he waited until she came from that attention, before he attached it to the piston that would keep the vibrating metal dildo pumping her pussy throughout the entire time she was cooking.

Unlike what happened with me, Master explained everything that would happen to her before she even went in the oven as we applied the glaze to the rest of her body. I found myself putting layer after layer over her pussy and lower teats. The combo of breast right next to pussy was just so erotic to me!

Master ignored my antics, as he explained“When I put you in the oven, your head will remain outside and insulated from the heat cooking your body. When the door closes over your neck, two needles will go into the arteries on either side. They will do three things. They will inject a drug that will keep you from feeling much pain. They will also circulate a cooling liquid that will keep your brain a safe temperature. The last thing is another drug. This one will keep you from bleeding more than a spoonful at any time while Abby and I are eating you.

“I'll be alive when you start eating?!” Panic in her voice. 

“Yes, but Abby and I will be very careful to always give you pleasure to offset any pain. I have done this many times with Abby.” And I was quick to confirm. “It really does work, Leslie! Master likes to wait until you're in the middle of cumming, and that's when he'll take a bite or two, depending on how long your orgasm goes. Between the loos of feeling from cooking and cumming, you might not even notice a bit of you is gone. It's really weird, but kinda fun.”

“Okay. You can do this! You know you deserve to die. What you did can't be forgiven. It is best that you die, even if it's by being eaten alive.” She was giving herself a pep talk, and she seemed to get calmer, but I hated hearing her say that about herself. As I started forward to correct her thinking, Master put a hand on my arm to stop me. He gave me a look, and shook his head. (Sigh.) He was right. For one thing, it seemed to be helping her remain calm. More importantly, if I said anything along those lines, it would ruin all the work we'd put into pulling off our plan. 

“Alright, Leslie my lovely. It's time for you to start cooking. Be brave. Be calm. And embrace the pleasure of those rods as they work your pussy into a juicy froth.” Master told her with a reassuring smile, as he lifted her and the tray, put it onto the tracks that would let it slide into the oven once in place. He then leaned in and gave her a deep kiss. “Thank you, Leslie. You are a beautiful young women, and you will be a wonderful meal for Abby and I.” And he slid her into the still cool oven. It would warm over the next few hours, would heat up and cook this lovely creature for Master's birthday.

Intermission while waiting on dinner          

I took the first watch with Leslie. She was nervous for the first twenty minutes or so, but not in any pain. I think that helped her to just enjoy the stimulation she was feeling from the two vibrating attachments. Every time she was about to orgasm, she'd ask me to kiss her. There was a LOT of kissing! Hehe. Master checked in on me to see if I needed a break a couple times, but I only took him up on it once. (I had to piddle SO bad)

After an hour had gone by, Leslie was doing good. She had thanked me a couple times for not tying her hands, each time was when I could see her frantically rubbing her clit as she was getting close to cumming. She also kept squeezing her breasts, producing milk from all her teats, then rubbing the milk over every part of her body she could reach. I asked her why she was doing that, and she said “If I'm going to be dinner for people I've grown to like, I might as well do my part to be as tasty as I can be.” I told her how sweet that was, and even suggested she might want to do the same with her lady cum. She thanked me for the idea.

When Master came to take his turn with Leslie, he asked me to pull the sheets and blankets from our bed, and replace them with a plastic tarp he said was in the hall closest. He said he had decided we would eat dinner in bed. I gave Leslie I kiss and a scratch behind an ear (she said she likes those) and left to do what Master asked.

I went to the closet and got the tarp. It was heavier than I thought. Then took it to the bedroom. After clearing off the regular bedding, I unfolded the tarp. It was HUGE! No wonder it was so heavy! It wasn't actually made of 'plastic'. It was an organic non-skid waterproof polymer. (I like to read labels! :P)

Eating Leslie in the bedroom had been Master's contribution to the plan. After finishing with the tarp, I made sure the regen tank was still on standby. Then I spent some time cleaning up around the house. I also went to check on Master a few times, like he'd done for me. One of the times I did it, I found master squatting over Leslie's head! I thought for a second he was about to sit on her head, but that is not what my horny master was up to. Leslie was giving Master an upside down blowjob! I watched as her throat worked as she tried to swallow his dick, and I could see her working her labia and clit through the clear front of the oven. I won't deny, it was very sexy watching a beautiful woman that was being cooked for our dinner giving my Master pleasure. I came right after Master did, but just before Leslie did. I also noticed she took my suggestion and cupped her hands to catch as much of her cum as she could, and then spread it up and down her rows of breasts.

As the evening went on, I traded off with Master several times, and as Leslie cooked, she amazingly not only kept her spirits up, she started saying she was now looking forward to Master and I devouring her! It was a little scary at times listening to her. She kept asking what parts of her would be the tastiest, and when I said I wanted to try her lowest set of breasts, she stopped making milk come out of those ones, and adding extra 'marinade' to them. Sexy, but... Odd. Don't get me wrong! I absolutely love when Master eats different parts of me, but I know he will make sure to heal up afterwards. Leslie was going under the belief that she was going to die. We would help her... We just had to!

During the final hour of her cooking, Master and I both sat an stools on either side of her. She had lost the ability to move her fingers and wrists, and the milk in her breasts had boiled, causing steamed milk to come out. It was the only time Leslie cried out in pain. Master had to send me out, because it made me start crying. He didn't want Leslie getting upset from me crying.

In hour three, Master had turned on a cooling feature in the rod pumping her pussy. He explained he wanted her to retain sensitivity in her privates, as it would make it easier to give her pleasure when we were feeding on her.

An hour and change later, it was time to remove Leslie from the oven. It had already shut down, and it had added the final drug that would keep her from bleeding out when we were eating her. Master explained to her how she would feel cold when we opened the oven door. He told her how he was going to carry her to the bedroom. He said how he wanted her last moments as a living creature to be as a lover to us, giving her body to those lovers. She became very happy at the idea of that, and said, “My finale moments wont be as a useless person!” I came very close to crying again, but held it together. Even Master had to take a deep breath at that. “No, Leslie. Your last moments will be full of love, and as much pleasure as we can give you.” The smile she gave us was radiant.

Dinner in bed            

Master opened the oven door with a pneumatic hiss, then pulled Leslie, or dinner, out of the oven on her tray. I put on a pair of cooking gloves, and helped him remove the bindings holding her body from moving in the tray. Once she was free of the binding, she looked down at her body. She saw her skin, a now golden brown, all of her breasts a full cup size bigger than they had been when she went into the oven. Once Master helped her sit up, she saw how engorged her clitoris had become and how puffy her labia had grown. All of her, smooth and furless. We told her how good she looked.

Master gently picked her up, careful to support the back of her head, as her body was too weak to hold it up on her own. “Get a knife and fork for yourself, Abby. Your teeth won't be sharp enough to eat like I do.” I thought about arguing, but he was right. And I'd probably burn myself if I didn't use them.

I followed after them, as we walked through the apartment to the bedroom. When we got there, Master placed her gently in the middle of our bed, her head resting on a tarp covered pillow. “Your bedroom is so nice! The lighting in here is lovely.” Leslie told us, and I beamed with pride, as I had set up the lighting for tonight. Master even gave me a thumbs-up, hearing what she'd said. I had tried to capture the lighting one would find on a tropical beach. Blues and greens, with daylight tones. I got the idea from a picture I'd found on the net.

We crawled into the bed, one of us on either side of Leslie's cooked, but still living body. I sat back on my heels, the knife and fork at the ready, and asked; “Where should we start, Master? All of her just looks so tasty!” He looked thoughtfully at her glistening honey glazed body, then asked our meal, “Well Leslie, you did say you liked ass-play. Would you like it if we started there?” She smiled and said in a sultry voice, “Mmmhmm! That sounds really good.” 

Master helped her roll over, and then she arched her back, so her pert ass stuck up in the air for us. “Abby, why don't you make the first cut. I'll play with her pussy while you do it. Put your knife in here, the cut up to here, and across to here. That should be a tasty section for your first go.”  He used his finger to indicate where he was describing. He wanted me to start by putting the knife right into her pucker, then cut upwards about four inches, then across in an arc over the curve of her ass cheek.

I little nervous of hurting her, I waited for Master to start playing with her pussy before taking the tip of the sharp knife, and put it into her slightly spread open anus, with the edge facing up, then froze. “ How far should I put it in, Master?” I asked in a slightly shaky voice. To my shock, Leslie answered. “As far as you want, Abby. My ass is pretty well cooked. I couldn't even feel it when Master Dranix pulled that butt-plug out. And besides. I'm food now, so don't even worry about causing pain to you dinner. Plus,  his fingers in my pussy feels really good, a little pain might add some spice to what he's doing.” I like pain, soo... Sounds legit to me! 

I put the five inch blade half way into her asshole, and got no reaction, so went in the rest of the way and started sawing upwards. She made a grunting sound, and Master sped up on her pussy. The knife scraped against bone, so I brought it out and around, still pressing it into the flesh of her asshole, then up the crack of her ass, for a few inches, before curving the cut around in a loop over the curve of her ass, back to her sphincter. The piece of flesh came out as a pie shaped wedge, with a quarter of her pucker at the point.

“Turn this way, Leslie. I've got something you've never seem with your own eyes.” She was turned towards Master until I spoke. When she turned to me with a dreamy look, I held up her piece of ass (pun intended). “Is that... Part of my asshole?!” She said with wonder. “Well, I told you before, I love eating your ass.” And with a cheeky grin, I popped the morsel into my mouth.

“Oh wow! You taste fantastic with Master's glaze on you, Leslie!” I exclaimed as her flesh practically melted in my mouth. With a rueful chuckle, she said “That's so fucked up.” And she sighed. “I wish I could taste a piece of me.”

I figured Master should tell this next part. I'll let you know when It's me telling you what happened again.

“I don't see why you can't, Leslie.”, I said to her. She turned to me with a look of shock and confusion on her face. “If you want, I'll take a bite of your sweet ass, then share it with you in a kiss. Sound good, sweetheart?” The only answer I got was a little nod from a very shocked looking wolf. “Abby darlin', could you put your little finger to work in our dinner's pussy? See if you can't get an orgasm out of her, why don't you.”

As Abby got to work teasing Leslie's g-spot, I turned to her absolutely amazing ass. Even with a slice already taken out of it, it was still a work of fucking art. In fact, it felt like a crime to mar its perfection by taking a bite out of it. But, for Abby's plan to work, we had to kill her. And eating her was the only way could do it without cluing her into what we were doing. Gotta love legal loopholes. Back to that fine ass. 

I didn't tell Abby, but I might have felt worse than her when I clipped Leslie's beautiful tail. It only added to the sexiness of her curvy gluteus maximus. Don't get me wrong! I absolutely love every inch of Abby's body. It may be small, but it's packed with a ton of sex appeal for me. There's just something about... I'm gonna shut up now. Abby is giving me a look that makes me glad she can't shoot lasers out of them pretty gold eyes. 

I bent over Leslie's shapely ass, lined up with what was left of her pucker, and dove in teeth first around it. I wasn't gentle or slow. I held her ass steady as I savaged her, enjoying the taste of her cooked body. Unlike Abby's careful carving of flesh, where Leslie didn't feel much, my attack was deep and hard. I still got some of the meat of her ass, but it was mostly hole that I took. I brought my mouthful of ass to Leslie's open mouth, and I kissed her, transferring the flesh to her tongue. 

“Oh my gosh! Is that what I really taste like? It's so good!” She asked in wonder after chewing the morsel I'd given her. 

“Mm-hmm. Sure is, sweetie. Between those three all natural ingredients, two from you, one from some bees, this might be the best glaze I've ever heard of. I certainly can't knock the results.”

I went back to that fine ass, and took a healthy bite, just as soon as Abby managed to tickle out a sexy sounding orgasm from Leslie, and I kept going until I reached pelvis bone. Then I switched off with Abby, and let her enjoy the feast that was Leslie's ass.

After about fifteen minutes of eating, between the two of us (I took the dragon's share), we stripped the flesh off her ass, halfway down to her knees. As of then, we left her sex untouched, other than by our fingers and tongues. “How are ya doing, sweetie?” I asked our meal. “Not going to mince words, that hurt like hell! You were right about the offsetting effects of sexual stimulation, though. It makes the pain... Manageable. Thank you for that.”

“You ready to go on, or do you need a break?” I asked her. 

“Can I get something to drink first?”                
          
“Abby? Can you please fetch a glass and a straw?”

“Yes Master!” And she got down from the bed and dashed off to the kitchen.

“I'm going to roll you over, sweetie. Going to do shoulder then legs, okay?”

“Go slow, please Master Dranix?” She sounded bravely scared, if that's even a thing. I went slowly and soon she was laying on her back again.

Abby ran in with the water, almost spilling it in her haste, and handed it off to me so she could climb back into bed, then the little minx quickly snatched it out of my hands just as I was about to put the straw to Leslie's lips! “Hey, you little brat!” I exclaimed with a laugh. “I wanna give her the water!” The brat whined and stuck her tongue out at me. I knew what she was doing. She wanted me to spank her, and I knew how turned on that got her. Last time I was giving her a few wacks, the little loli fox's snatch splashed on the last swat! She thought I didn't know how much she enjoyed corporal 'punishment'. I decided to fuck with her. 

“You're right, Abby darlin'. You should take good care of our toys. It builds character!”

Abby had a confused frown on her mug as she said “Thank you, Master...” And gave Leslie the straw, letting her drink her fill.

“You ready to go on now, Leslie?

With a admirable amount of dignity, she said “I am, Master Dranix. Which part of my body will nourish you and Abby next?” She had a very subservient attitude. I found that very attractive about her.

“We will feast on, what I'm sure will be, your flavorful teats. They'll finally be put to good use. Then we will go on to other treats, as soon as you're ready.”

“I understand, Master Dranix. I have a request, though. If you'll allow it, could Abby have my lower-most breasts? I know she liked them very much before I was cooked. I'm hoping she will like them even more now.” She almost begged, as she looked at Abby's blushing face. Then they both looked hopefully at me.

“Of course, sweetie. That's very nice of you to ask such a thing for her.” And I gave her a loving kiss to her snout. “Abby? As we eat, please keep a finger or two in her snatch. I'll play with her clitoris.” She  gave an eager assent, and got right to work on Leslie's pussy.

I started with my free hand caressing her upper chest, then went down to cup one of her large upper breasts and gently tweaked the nipple, trying to gauge what sensitivity she had left after her cooking. Sadly, the only reaction I got was from her upper chest. It seemed the ovens heat had destroyed any sensitivity her breast had had. It was a shame. Before we'd put her in the oven, her breasts had been wonderfully responsive to touch. She'd even been able to reach climax when Abby and I had been sucking her milk out. In my experience, that was a rare gift to find in any woman. 

I bent and slowly sank my teeth into the globe of her breast, her nipple in the middle of the bite. As I did, my tongue played over that nipple, tasting the mix of honey from the glaze, and the milk that still dripped from its tip. Without thinking, I sucked as I was biting, and was rewarded with a spray of sweet hot milk. I continued sucking, even after my teeth had severed the meat from the rest of her large breast. The combination of her crisp glazed skin, and the creamy tasting soft flesh was truly a delight to my taste buds. I let out a loud moan of pleasure as I finished my first bite. “Leslie, I've only ever tasted one thing better than your breast, and that was Abby's orgasming  pussy.”

I saw that my comment had caused Abby to get rather flustered, which made both me and Leslie, who had also caught her reaction, to laugh. Abby covered her embarrassment by by burying her face against Leslie's lower belly to suck hard at the smallest of her teats. She seemed determined to empty them of their milk before eating them.

I went back to take another bite of her larger breasts, going deep enough to eat some of the underlying  chest muscle. I devoured seven of her ten teats, enjoying how they got sweeter as I went down her body. I left the rest to Abby.

Master says I should tell the rest of Leslie's story, so I'm back!

As Master said, I did in fact decide to drink Leslie's hot, sweet breast milk. I just couldn't help myself. Her milk was even better when it was hot! I was glad Master hadn't almost emptied the smallest ones, like he had the others.

Once I had finished drinking that first one dry, I found out that Master had been right about my teeth. I tried biting her little booby off, but my teeth only barely broke the glazed skin, so I had to use the knife and fork.

I stabbed her little tit under the nipple with the fork, then used the sharp steak knife to saw it off at the base. Before popping it in my mouth, I watched Leslie's face for any evidence of pain, but even when I asked her if it hurt, she just said “No pain, but I could feel some pressure when you cut it off.” My appetite for her titty, was almost bigger than my mouth. I had to kinda struggle to chew and swallow one of her smallest boobs. It was soooo good! It had a definite creamy taste, and had a very rich flavor. Though the experience was somewhat ruined when I started choking on the too big morsel. 

I finally washed it down, by the simple method of draining the remaining micro-titty. 'Milk! Does a body good.'. Haha. Sorry. I couldn't help myself. 

I didn't want to mess up when I ate the other delicious, succulent, mouthwatering mini-boob, so I decided to 'practice' on one of the globes that were one size bigger. But first, I put my lips around the nipple of Leslie's next-to-smallest breast on my side of her body. “I wish I could feel that, Abby. You look so sexy sucking on my tits. A little loli sex addict!” She giggled at her own words, and I found myself joining her, even I stayed attached to the mentioned tit.

It wasn't much bigger than the smallest ones, so not only was the very warm milk I got out of it very sweet, it also didn't take me that long to  finish what milk it had in it. I took a moment to study it, as Master worked on eating the dragon's share of her breasts (it is so hot, watching him eat a girl!), trying to work out a better method of eating a boob that was as big or bigger, than my mouth. “I guess I just cut it up like a steak.” I thought to myself.

After some internal debate, I decided to quarter her breast from nipple to base. My reasoning was, that if I did it that way, not only would it make for manageable bite-sized sections, but each would have a part of the tasty nipple included. It worked perfectly.

So on to the last of Leslie's breasts, as Master had by then finished all the rest. (Greedy Master!) I brought the blade over the center of her tiny nipple, and sawed my way through it, then after only cutting through the nipple, I rotated the angle of my cut, to make an 'X' through it, then cut the rest of the way through the body of the small breast. After that, it was just a matter of spearing each piece, and cutting it free from her body. I lingered over every last bite, moaning as I enjoyed the flavor and texture of each.

When I had finished, Leslie gave me a brilliant smile, and said “I can tell, you really enjoyed my useless teats, Abby. Maybe more than Master Dranix even did! It sounded like you had an orgasm while eating them! Did you?”

“Maybe.” I answered with what I'm sure were bright red cheeks.

Master gave a chuckle, then told Leslie “Okay, sweetie. We are almost done. Can we start, or do you need another break?”

“I'm fine to continue. I only needed a break last time because when you ate my ass, it was a little painful when you got so deep into the muscle.” She said it with quite resolve.

“Very good. Abby and are going to eat our last shared part of you.” He motioned me to kneel at her hip side. When I was in place, he gave directions to me.

“Alright darlin', we're going to eat part of her pussy now.” Leslie gasped at that, and I think I might have, too. “Only her outer labia, because I want her to have as much feeling for the last stage as she can down there. She'll need as much pleasure as we can give her. I'll even let you go first, Abby.”

Okay, I'll admit. I was a little nervous about messing up this late in the plan, so I went very carefully. First I used my nimble finger to rub the cleft of her sex, while I sucked on her clit, getting her to spread the petals there. I was pretty sure even my weak jaws could bite through her supper soft labia, so I wanted to try that before resorting to my cutlery. Once she was moaning in the midst of an orgasm, I moved my mouth from her pearl, to her outer labia, using my tongue and lips to make sure I only bit down on the right flesh. As Leslie shook in orgasm, I chewed my first bite out of her sex. It was amazingly tender, pulling away easily from the underlying meat. Two more quick bites, and her pussy was now oddly lopsided. I went back to her bean, flicking and rubbing it as Master took his share of her pussy in one bite. She screamed in what I'm sure was a mix of pain and pleasure, as she squirted over Master's face.

I rubbed her ears, and Master gently rubbed her inner walls with a finger, as we let her recover from what she just went through.

After she got her breathing under control, Master asked “Are you ready to die now, Leslie?” And after a few more seconds, she gulped and nodded her head. “How will you do it, Master Dranix?” She asked in a shakier voice than I'd expected.

With a crooked grin, he told her “Let's just say, I'm going to 'fuck you' to death.”

“Really?! Well, that doesn't sound that bad!” She said in surprise.

We exchanged a look, then Master had me straddle Leslie's face, as he got into position between her legs.

Looking down at her face between my knees, I told her “Don't just lay there, meat. Put that sexy tongue to work and lick my pussy.” She blushed, and started diligently going to work on my dripping slit.

Master pulled her hips up, and slid into her chewed up pussy, and once he'd bottomed out, pulled back and then slammed back in. Over and over her did that, rocking her entire body each time, and while he did that, she put her mobile tongue inside me, and flicked the center of pleasure there, causing me to grind my pussy over her muzzle in ecstasy. I used her face as a sex toy, as Master used her cunt as a cock-sleeve. 

Master let her have three orgasms, and in the middle of her fourth, he then slammed his hand through her ribs, fingers extended. She let out a gurgling gasp as Master crushed her heart.

Master quickly pulled out of her still twitching body, his seed leaking out of her still quivering snatch, as I leapt off her face. He then scooped her body up, and rushed it the two strides to the already open regeneration tank. He laid her out inside, and then we both rushed to attache the leads to her body and tubes to her veins, that should hopefully do the work of healing her. Once done, Master shut the lid, and I hit the startup sequence.

Breathlessly, I asked “Do you think it will work, Master?”

“We'll know in three hours and some change, darlin'. The rest is up to her.” And we started to clean up after dinner.

Leslie's POV

Was I dead? I remembered the dragon-kin, Dranix had been fucking the hell out of my mangled, sore pussy. I'd been having a fantastic orgasm, then... What? All I could remember was a searing pain in my chest. But what about now? 

I seemed to be laying on something soft. A bed? I could hear what I think were two people talking softly. Too low for me to make out. I felt very strange... Itchy?!? Can you feel itchy when your dead. I didn't think so. I decided to try opening my eyes.

I managed to do it, but it was harder than I thought it would be. My eyelids seemed to have some kind of gunk over them, making it difficult to open them. Once I did, I looked around me. I was in the bedroom of my executioners and, strangely enough, lovers. As I looked around, I found that odd duo, sitting a ways away at the foot of their huge bed. The same one I find myself in, for some reason not dead.

In a voice that I barely recognize as my own, I croaked out “How am I still alive?”

“She awake, Master!” The over-sexed loli, Abby shouted in seeming glee. The other one, Dranix, merely smiled and nodded.

“Nononono! I was supposed to die! Now you two will die, too! You were supposed to kill me!” I sobbed, practically screeching the last, as tears ran down my face and onto the silk sheets under me.

Abby, smiling like a madwoman, exclaimed “You did die, Leslie! But now you need to steal something, and then you can give the Slaves Oath.”

I was even more confused than I was a second ago. I mean, I knew what the Slave's Oath was, but what did stealing something have to do with it?

And my confusion must have shown, because Dranix came to my rescue. “It's to make sure you can't be taken back into custody, you need to steal something. Then we catch you at the crime of theft, and take you as a ten year slave. You make the oath to prevent the police from taking you back in ten years. You're in a legal loophole right now. Your heart stopped. Granted, not for very long, but according to the letter of the law, you died. They'll simply do the trial over again, if you don't hurry up and do as we ask of you.”

“But I don't deserve to live. I killed my babies!” I cried.

“But you didn't!” Abby yelled. “I looked at the records of your case while you were healing. The stupid lazy cops just assumed you did, and didn't bother looking at the evidence. I'm not sure, but I think you were drugged. Nothing else makes sense, Leslie!” She seemed very sure, but the doubt must have shone on my face, because she made a statement I couldn't ignore. “Please Leslie! You are a GOOD person. There is No Way you could ever murder anyone, let alone your own children! Please? Stay with us?”

Wow. Her 'puppy-dog' eyes were good. “I don't know if you are right, but life as a slave to you guys is a lot better than going through the ordeal of another bout of questioning and second trial, so... Fine, what should I 'steal' from you guys?”

Dranix pointed to an object laying at the foot of the bed, next to them. It was the clippers they used to shave my fur off. As I started to reach, I only then noticed that said fur was back! Whoa. That's wild. 

I continued my motion, and picked up the clippers. Then they reached out together, and grabbed my wrist. “So who do I belong to?”, I asked. Dranix spoke up, before Abby and said. “You belong to Abby, now. It was her clippers.” The young vixen looked at him in confusion. 

“What do you mean, Master? I bought them with the cred-card you said I could use, so it's your money and your clippers, isn't it?”

“Nope. I gave you that card, so you could buy things for yourself, not as my agent. Those are your clippers this thief just got caught stealing. That means Leslie is now yours to do with as you wish. I mean, if you don't want to keep her, I suppose I could just snap her neck for you...” He started to reach for me, but before his hand had moved more than a few inches, Abby had practically tackled me!

“No, Master! I'll keep her! Don't you dare kill her!” She yelled, as she clung to me, her little arms locked around my waist, head buried in my topmost tit's cleavage. 

She clung to me fiercely, and after I got over my shock at how determined she was to protect me, I returned her embrace, patting the back of her head as I cradled it in my palm, just like I once did when my pups would get upset. “Hush, Mistress. All is well. I'm not going anywhere. I shall serve you in any way you wish, Mistress. Do with my body as you will, because it belongs to you. All of me belongs to you, Mistress. If at any time you grow tired of  me, please dispose of me as you see fit.”  She looked up to my face, an expression of delighted surprise in the smile she gave me.

And that's how I became part of this very strange household. The willing slave of a willing slave to a large loving carnivore that made love to both of us, and who would on occasion, eat of our our living flesh.

Two months later

It's been so fun since Leslie pledged her life to me (and Master, despite what he says!), two months ago. Lots of sex, and lots of  playtime (that's what Leslie calls it when she has me tie her up and do dirty stuff to her.) After I finally realized Leslie really would let me do anything I wanted to her, I spent that whole day, just petting her supper soft pussy, and drinking too much of her milk as I used her sexy form as my body pillow. I fell asleep on her for three and a half hours, until Master got home, and when I did wake up, she said “I was an honor that my body could be of use to you, Mistress.”

Oh yeah. Her boobs now make milk permanently. Something to do with the regeneration tanks settings when we brought her back to life. Master and I both love that we have her milk any time we want, either 'fresh from the tap', or the extra we put in the fridge. I put it on my cereal, and Master and Leslie both use it in their coffee. I don't like coffee, even with Leslie's milk! Master says I 'don't need the extra energy, anyhow'.  

I also got us both these really skimpy French maids outfits. They don't even come with panties! We had a lot of fun, finding excuses to bend over in front of Master and flash him. It was really funny when once he got so distracted, he ran into the door frame. He likes to act like it makes him mad, and he'll bend us over the back of the couch, spank us, then fuck us silly. Yeah... Hates it SOO much. 

Master also got us both very nice collars to wear when we'd go out (it's required by law when slaves go out). I bought a bunch of different leashes for Leslie and I, too. Master doesn't have to use them when we go out, but we both like the feeling it gives us when we wear them with the collars. 

Master even took us to the titty-club he works at. The ladies that work there are very pretty, but I think Leslie looks prettier than any of them... Except maybe Angel. She's some kind of bird-kin, with pure white feathers instead of hair on her head, and... She has wings! She said she can't fly, but she can glide really far, and when she flaps them while jumping, she goes really high! She is very graceful when she dances, too. I can tell, Master wants to have sex with her. Maybe someday, Leslie and I can get her to come over to Master's place. I know Master won't ask her. He gets all tongue-tied when he tries to talk to her. Maybe he can only talk to people he eats?

Master has also been looking into getting Leslie back into modeling, since she said she really liked doing it before her life got all crazy.

I've been going online, looking at websites like the one I found Leslie on. Master Says he doesn't want anymore slaves, so I've been looking for ones he might like to eat. I know Master likes eating pretty girls, but he said he doesn't want to eat any that, as he puts it “is the victim of bad luck or bullshit”, like people that are convicted of stealing, because they put a candy bar in their purse or pocked and they forget to pay for it before leaving the store. Sometimes, I wish Master would let us save more people like we did Leslie, but he says that if we did that too often, they would just change the law to make it impossible to ever do again. So we'll have to wait a while before we even think about trying something like that again.

It's actually really hard to find girls that are both pretty enough that Master would even want to eat them, and are also truly evil people. Most are either to ugly, or not evil. I've started looking on 'specialty' sites. Sites advertising rare types of kin, or ones that are somehow outside the norm (five foot six for females, six foot for males) for size, or extremes of age, either very young or very old. The oldest I saw was a grandmother of eighty four that ran a red light and hit someone, and the youngest was a five year old toddler that pushed a sibling into a pool and they drowned. At least those two had killed people. Most of the ones I saw didn't harm anyone! Theft was the most common offense I saw.

But after weeks of searching, I think I found the perfect one to meet Master checklist on a site catering to those looking for very small meatgirls. “Suitable for whole consumption. Perfect for vore parties!” I had to look that term up. 

Small matter of murder

It turns out 'Vore' is a term used when a carnivore swallows their food, particularly sentient food, whole and alive. A 'vore party' is a gathering of carnivores that is closer to an orgy than a typical party, where the prey is usually set loose in an enclosed space, to be hunted, captured, fucked, then eaten whole. Given the difference in size between predator and prey, the food is often badly injured before it is eaten.

Which I thought sounded like a lot of fun, given the horrid acts of the criminal I'd found for Master. The meatgirl in question was a cereal killer. Her victims were of all ages and genders. She had been caught on video committing her crimes. She had even been caught in the act by the police, killing a young man still in high school. Her method of murder was to use a weapon called a 'jolt gun'. It used a massive amount of electricity to cause a victim's muscles to contract all at once, breaking all the long bones in the person's body. Death comes slowly, and with a great deal of pain, as the person slowly bleeds out from multiple compound fractures. If this one didn't count as 'evil', I didn't know who would!

After I read the meatgirls bio to Master and Leslie, they both agreed with me that she would be a good choice, allowing us all to help carry out justice, and even indulge in some of our darker fantasies and urges. Master gave me the go ahead to get her.

Since she was somewhat of a celebrity, and her trial had been on the news, she had been put up for auction. After a hot round of bidding, I got her with a winning bid of  21,001 creds. (For comparison, Leslie only cost 1,000 creds). At first I thought Master would be upset at how much I'd spent, but he just laughed and said it was fine. He must be richer than anyone!

A day later, and June Chandler, murderer of over twenty people, showed up in a crate the same size as Leslie's had been. Unlike Leslie, who had been curled up in her crate, June was able to fit laying out flat on her back. 

I forgot to tell you! She was a fox-kin, like me! But while I was a common red fox, June was a fennec fox. One of the smallest fox species, with huge ears and big eyes. Like me, she was also what is called a 'hominoid kin'. That meant we both had mostly human features, with only secondary features of our animal ancestors. That's things like only having tails and ears, and sometimes eyes or even wings like our original ancestors. Master and Leslie are both known as 'feral-type kin', because they have features that are more animalistic, and show up in them as things like fur or scales, claws and digitigrade feet and more animalistic faces and teeth.

Looking at June as she lay sleeping in her crate, I saw that she had the large ears of a fennec on the top of her head, and a fluffy tail. I thought she might also have larger eyes, too. It was hard to tell with them closed. She also only had two breasts, like me, but in comparison to her size (just over two feet tall) they looked very big. If she had been average height, they would have been D cups. Her breasts also had huge nipples topping them, bigger even than Leslie's biggest ones! She had a narrow waist and wide hips, and her sex was either shaved or she had used some other method of hair removal. Her slit was very small, showing none of her inner labia or clit. Like Leslie had been, she too was bound and gagged, and with the same attachments of tubes.

We all stood there around her, studying her for a minute, Then Master said to wake her up, so I pulled the gas tube out, and removed the catheters. Master had said we would be keeping her for the full 72 hours. As he put it “I want to make sure we get our moneys worth out of her.”. I think he also wanted to make sure she payed for all the pain she had caused. I wasn't sure of all of Master's plans for the evil woman, but I was pretty sure it would involve multiple trips to the regeneration tank for her.

Master said we could unbind her, as she was to small and physically weak to even hurt me. She had relied on an overpowered weapon to kill her victims. She wouldn't have that with us. To prove the point, he had me hold her arms as she woke up. It turns out, not only was I able to easily overpower her, but she really seemed like she was a horrible person.

“Let go of me, you stupid little fucking slut! As soon as I get my gun back, I'm going to shoot you right in your cum-dumpster of a cunt!” She said all that while trying to kick, bite or scratch me.

“Abby darlin'? Please punch her in the gut to shut her up.” Master commanded me. I was happy to do it.

She looked in shock at Master after hearing that, giving me the opportunity to let go of one of her arms, and draw back a fist to hit her right in the belly. She bent over in pain and gagged, trying to throw up. Thankfully, she came ready to eat, with an empty stomach, so she just dry-heaved for a few minutes.                                

While she recovered from my punch, Master grabbed her up by her long brown hair and started for the kitchen. “Come on girls. I want to try out the deep fryer we got last week.”

In the kitchen, Master handed the struggling girl to Leslie, who took both her wrists in one hand and just held her suspended in the air, three feet from the ground at arms length. “Have some fun playing with our snack, darlin'. I've got to mix up the batter.” Then he started getting the ingredients for making batter.

I decided then and there that June Chandler's new name was 'Snack'. I had helped Leslie get Snack ready for what I wanted to do by grabbing her Snack's ankles and spreading her legs wide apart. “Leslie, take one of her wrists in each of your hand.” Once she did so, I handed her Snack's ankles, so she was holding her Snack up with her ass hanging down, but her arms and legs in Leslie's two hands, then I had Leslie spread her arms, taking Snack's limbs with them. Snack was now stretched out,  and helpless before me.

I reached out and groped her shapely ass, squeezing them hard, them pulled her crotch to my mouth to taste her pussy. I licked her tight slit, and Snack yelled “What the fuck are you doing, you fucking pervert! Don't lick me there! I'm not even into girls!” 

I paused my licking. “Do you think that matters to anyone here? Don't you get it? You're  just food now. And food does not have any rights. No one cares what happens to you now. And no one will miss you when you're gone. All you've ever done is cause pain and suffering on others. You even killed your own family, for fuck's sake! And you weren't even smart enough to hide the evidence of your crimes! The only worth you now have is the calories we'll get from eating your body, and any pleasure we can get from tormenting it. Be thankful that at least your body is attractive, and it can provide us some fun playing with it.”

By the end of my speech to the vile woman, I was almost screaming in her face. I'd grabbed the hair at the back of her head, and had been punctuating each sentence by shaking her head by the fist full of hair I held.

While I was catching my breath after my rant, I noticed Leslie staring at me with wide eyes, and was startled by Master's voice as he said “Damn, darlin'! You can be a little scary sometimes.” I could tell without seeing that he was smiling when he said it. Leslie nodded her head in agreement, still with the shocked look on her face.

“I'm sorry Mas...” I started, but he interrupted with “Don't apologize, Abby. Everything you said was the truth. Better she understand her place now. It'll make things easier for us going forward. Just ignore her mewling and have fun playing.”

“Yes Master!” I said with a happy smile splitting my face. I went back to Snack's pussy and shoved my middle finger up her ass, and my thumb into her tight snatch at the same time. And it really was tight! She let out an “Eep!” as I did it, and really started to wail as I pinched down inside her with the two digits, squeezing the sensitive flesh of her inner walls between them. Leslie easily held her, despite her attempts to twist away from the pain, as I pulled her to me by my grip inside her, bringing her close to my face. I used my free hand to spread her labia with my fingers. I saw that my thumb was enough to completely fill her tiny hole. In fact, her inner walls felt so tight it was like she was a finger puppet.

I stopped pinching her, and decided to see if I could make this bitch cum... And mess with her head a bit.

“Your name was June, right?” I asked her in a sweet and sympathetic voice, as I slipped my digits out of her holes gently.

“What are you up to, you crazy cunt?”

“Nothing. I just want to tell a story. One about Leslie and me. You see, we used to be in the same boat as you find yourself in now. I was caught by Master Dranix, in the act of stealing from him. He was going to kill me. In fact he cooked my alive and devoured a good portion of my body, but because I didn't fight him, and in fact, gave him pleasure and let him do sexual things to me, he spared me from death, and instead healed me and made me his servant for life.” As I talked I stroked her ears and hair in a comforting manner. Calming her enough that she at least stopped twisting about.

Leslie raised a questioning eyebrow at me, knowing that what I had said, while not being an outright lie, was still missing a lot of important details. I flashed her a wink that Snack didn't catch, and Leslie's confused look changed to one of conspiratorial understanding and she gave a subtle nod.

I continued my little story. “And Leslie here? She had it even worse in the beginning. Master bought her from a website like the one we got you from. She was tried and convicted as a murderer, sentenced to become food by one of her victims that survived. Master had gotten her as a treat for himself on his birthday. Before she was cooked, she offered herself to both myself and Master Dranix as a sexual plaything, remaining totally submissive, no matter what depraved things we asked of her. Master was so impressed with her attitude and willingness to give and receive pleasure, that he defied the law to take her as a slave, after testing her resolve by cooking and eating a great deal of her body before healing her to perfect health.” Once again I stroked her arms and legs, and even had Leslie seat Snack on the edge of the table. She had by now completely struggling, and was paying careful attention to what I was telling her.

“So you're telling me that if I whore myself out to you guys, and put up with having parts of my body eaten, and then healed, that I have a good chance of not being killed? I'd instead become his slave, but at least I'd be alive?” She still seemed skeptical, so I thought I'd  some more details.

“Don't think of it as whoring yourself. Look at it more as a second chance. A little pain, with a good deal of pleasure for a few days, and in exchange, I new life, filled with sexual bliss and luxury.” I told her.

“Luxury?” She asked.

“Why yes! Didn't I mention it? Master is very wealthy! Leslie and I are really just pampered plaything. He buys us anything we want like clothes and jewelry, takes us to fancy restaurants to eat the finest foods. We even go to movies and concerts!” I honestly was having a hard time not laughing. I could see the conniving look on her eyes when I mentioned going out. I could almost hear her planing her eventual escape to freedom. Freedom to cause more harm. Kill more innocent people. Ha! Idiot.

“So, what kind of proof do you have that your stories are true? How do I know you're not trying to pull a fast one on me?” Hmm. Okay, I had this covered.

“Well, I can't prove to you that my tale is true, but Leslie on the other hand? I bookmarked her sale page, if you'd like to see it. It has her bio on it. Wait here.” I stepped out and retrieved one of the hand unit for the home terminal and brought it to show her. I pulled up the page and handed it to Snack.

She took it and read for a few minutes, swiping to new pages as she went, and when she finished, she looked up at Leslie in wonder, and said “So it's true. You really killed your...” Leslie cut her off. “I don't like to talk about it, but yes. It's all true.” Snack sat there, looking thoughtful and shifty at the same time for a full minute. She was desperate, and thought she had a chance even if a slim one, of surviving and escaping to kill again. Of course, she was wrong, but we'd save that surprise to the very end.

Temporary Submission

Taking an overly dramatic deep breath, Snack raised her gaze up to us. “Alright then. I get you guys off, you get me off, and I endure a bunch of pain. And if I do a good job on all of it, I live. Do I have that right?”

We approached her and I took her small face in my hands, while Leslie bent to Snack's right breast, cupping and caressing it, then we both kissed our chosen targets. Snack's lips, while small, were nonetheless full and pouty. She moaned into my mouth as Leslie flicked her broad tongue across her thick nipple before taking it into her mouth to suck and tease it with gentle nips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she clumsily tried to use her own to play with mine. I broke away, and said “You have it right. Master has decided to rename you for the duration of your testing. You name for that period will be 'Snack'. Remembering to respond properly to your new name as that is also a part of the test. Do you understand, Snack?”

“Yes mam, I am your Snack.” She replied in what she must have thought was a submissive voice, but the effects were ruined somewhat by the fact she said it while grinding her teeth together. I almost rolled my eyes at her.

“Good girl, Snack. Now, spread your legs, please.” She did, but not very far. “Wider, Snack!” I commanded. She complied, if reluctantly, and I slid my hand down between her impressive tits and over her flat stomach. As I grew close to her slit, her legs started to shiver, and when I looked at her face, I say worry there. I paused and asked “What's wrong, Snack? Do you not wish to prove that you are worth keeping?”

With real trepidation, she replied in a voice totally lacking her previous bluster with “It's not that. It's j-just that I'm …” She said it so softly, I didn't catch it, and said “Speak up, Snack. I couldn't hear that!”

“I'm a virgin, okay! So... So, please... Can you go slowly for my first time?” I was sure she wasn't lying. Why would she, about something like that. It's just that it was kind of a surprise. According to her bio, she was much older than both myself or Leslie. In fact, she had a decade on Leslie, who was seventeen. It was such a shock, that I couldn't help but blurt out “Really?!”

“Yes really!” She replied angrily. And she was actually blushing! Oh, this was too good! I decided to see how Master wanted to deal with it.

“Did you hear what Snack said, Master? She is a virgin! Do you want to deflower her before eating?”

“I heard, darlin'. Leave her intact for now. We'll take care of that later. Maybe during dinner.” I was almost time for lunch, so he meant to take her this evening, or maybe do something that would take her virginity during preparations for dinner. 

“I understand, Master. No vaginal penetration for now.” I turned back to Snack, and she looked relived. At Master's words. “Don't get too happy, Snack. He didn't say anything about anal.” I told her with a gleeful smile.

(A brief aside to the readers. I've been doing a lot of reading lately, and Master even set me up with an online course in creative writing! I think my writing and vocabulary have gotten much better, don't you? Back to the narrative!)

“Master, do you mind if we take Snack to the living room to play?”

“Go ahead, Abby. I've got about twenty minutes before I'll be ready for her.”

“Thank you, Master!” I called as I picked Snack up so fast, there was an audible “POP!” as Leslie's lips separated from Snack's bosom. “Hey! I was using that!” She complained.

“Well hurry up then. We can keep playing in there!” I said, pointing to the living room with my chin.

I could tell Snack didn't like being carried like a child, but was afraid to complain. If she wasn't such a horrible person I'd feel bad for her... But, since she was a horrible person, I didn't.

I plopped her down on the couch and ordered her to band over the armrest with her ass in the air and tits hanging over the other side, and got on the couch behind her. 

Once Leslie had caught up to us, I suggested “You take the front, and I'll take the back?” And with a hungry look, she agreed. Snack gave a whimper, but didn't try anything.

I stuck the middle finger of my right hand in my mouth, and made sure to get it good and covered in saliva, then spread Snack's cheeks with my left. Oh! That's nice. Her little rosebud was bright pink, and kinda cute as it winked at me. Seems she was a bit worried about what was going to happen.

I ran my lubed finger around the rim of her pink pucker and she jumped at the cool feel of the spit on it, but calmed as she grew accustomed to it, then once she was relaxed I started working it in, wiggling it until the ring of muscle let the tip of my finger enter. Slowly, I pushed it in as far as it would go, Snack groaning with each new knuckle deeper. I enjoyed the silky soft feeling of her inner wall, as I flexed the finger deep inside her, then pulled it about half way, reached under and felt around until I found her absolutely minuscule little pearl and started rubbing it as I pushed the finger in her ass back in. Slowly, I built up speed with the motion of both hands, until finally her body went rigid except for a the surprisingly sexy moan that sounded like it was forced out of her lungs at high pressure, and her sphincter that was trying it's damnedest to snap my invading finger off at the knuckle.

After Snack finished cumming I looked over the top of her to see how it was going on Leslie's end. She had the pint-sized murderer's right breast in her maw, looking like she was trying to deep throat it as her tongue tried to lick every inch of it at the same time, and Snack's other breast had the nipple firmly clamped between two of Leslie's claws, nearly piercing it. She was having some much fun abusing the meatgirl's breasts that she didn't even notice that she had gone limp after her explosive orgasm.

“Hey Lez? I don't think Snack's home any longer.”

“Hmm? Oh wow. What happened to her? You didn't kill her already, did you? Dranix will be pissed!” She looked a little worried at the idea.

“Nah! She's fine. I think she just had her first orgasm via anal stimulation is all.” I said, with a satisfied grin.

“Well, to be fare, have you ever tried to get one to happen?” 

“Well I guess not, really. I think the closest I've come was when Master put that crazy tongue of his about a foot up my backside. That did make me feel kinda tingly. I wouldn't mind if he wanted to give it a real attempt, that's for sure!” I'm sure I had a rather silly look as I said that last part.

“Well, we don't have very much more time left before Master said he'd be ready for Snack. So what do you think, should we take her back to the kitchen?” I asked Leslie. She may be my property, but I still loved her and valued her opinion. Besides, she was also five years older than me.

Before Leslie could answer, the meat woke up. “What happened? Did I just cum from having my ass and boobs played with?” 

With a smile, I said, “That and a little clitoral stimulation. Did you like it?”

“Fuck! How did you even learn to do that? What are you, ten? And hell yes, I liked it!”

“Twelve, actually. Master did it to me once. What can I say? I'm a quick study.” I answered smugly.

She mumbled something under her breath that I almost missed. She had said “If these girls get to do stuff like that all the time, maybe I should give up on my mission and just fuck like that all the time!”

I guessed her 'mission' is what she called the self  justification for killing innocent people. Dream on, you crazy bitch. No way were you going to make it past three more days in this world.

Deep fried fennec               

Before we could decide if we were going to molest the murderer any more, Master called.

“Hey girls? I'm ready for Snack. Bring her on back in here.”

I held her hand as we walked back into the kitchen and led her straight to the counter, where Master now had a very large mixing bowl sitting, along with what looked like a giant bamboo stick figure and some cooking twine. On the floor to the side was the new large five foot tall deep fryer. I could feel the heat from six feet away! It was definitely up to temperature! 

“Come here, Snack.” Master said, and I handed her off to him. He picked her up and sat her on the counter. “Lay down and the bamboo.” He commanded her.

As she slowly complied, and with a lot of trepidation in her voice, she asked “What's the bamboo for?”

“Well, I'm going to tie your arms and legs to it. And before you ask, it's to stop them from curling up when the oil cooks you.” As he was talking, Master quickly tied her wrists, waist and ankles to the bamboo frame. He was finished before he was done talking.
 
“Oh my god! Will this kill me?” She asked in a panic.

“Not if I what I was reading with the cooking times were right. But it will hurt... A lot. You'll be in the oil for about three minutes. I'm also going to put a ball gag in you mouth, otherwise the screaming will hurt our ears and possibly disturb the neighbors. Abby, can you run and get it from the nightstand drawer?”

I ran to the bedroom and quickly found the to-small-for-me gag and ran it back to Master. “Here you go, Master!” I said, smiling up at him as he thanked me. He quickly but the gag in her mouth and tightened it around the back of her head, then snipped her tail off..

When he then picked Snack up, he did it by holding a length of the bamboo the went above her head by about a foot. Her hands were bound straight down at her sides about two inches from her body, and her legs were slightly spread, so that her ankles were about six inches apart. I also saw that there was little pegs attached to the frame, used as spacers to hold her body slightly away from the body of the frame.

He moved her over above the large bowl, which I was guessing held the bone meal batter he'd mixed up. Before lowering her in (it was more than large enough to drown her in if he wanted to), he told her “Just to let you know, the batter is kinda chilly, so be prepared.” She nodded her understanding

She gasped at the cold temperature of the batter, but was otherwise doing fine, so far. Once Master had lowered Snack far enough for the batter to reach to just above her shoulders, he pulled her back out, and waited a moment for the excess batter to drip off her nude body. I could see that the cold batter had caused her nipples to stiffen to an amazing amount. 

Master had set up a cooling rack ahead of time, and he set her down on this, so that he could lift the lid from the fryer, then picked her up, and moved her over the open top. Snack was practically hyperventilating in fear by this point, trying to look anywhere but down at the bubbling oil, and when she finally did look down, she let out a muffled whimpering cry and squeezed here eyes tightly shut, as Master lowered her into the boiling liquid. 

As her feet touched the oil, it started to hiss like mad, and I could see it go from it's previous rolling boil, to a spitting froth, and she started to scream. It was loud, even through the gag. One long note of agony, until she ran out of air and had to draw in more, only to start up again. It only took a few seconds to fully lower her helpless form, but in that time, her screams changed in pitch as different parts of her body sunk bellow the oils surface. I think the worse was when the oil reached her sex. It climbed to an earsplitting pitch, higher than I though it was possible for someone to reach.

After only about thirty seconds of being up to her collarbone in boiling oil, she stopped screaming and just cried these these wracking sobs. Tears flowed down here cheeks, only to pop when they hit the oil, splashing hot liquid up to hit her face and neck, making her flinch violently. After two minutes, she mercifully passed out, spending her final minute in the oil blissfully silent.

Right at the three minute mark, Master quickly pulled her out and placed her on the cooling rack, face up. “Okay. She needs to cool down a bit before you girls can safely have any of her, so let me lay out the plan of action for out lunch. We'll be eating everything bellow her waist, arms and her tits. We'll stay away from all vital organs. Oh. Don't bother trying to sexually stimulate her. All her nerve endings are destroyed. She wouldn't feel a thing.” We nodded our understanding. “I'm going to give both of you a breast each, and you can also share  her ass. That should be enough to fill at least Abby up, and Leslie, if you'd like more than that, let me know. Alright?” We both did a little dance of joy at the news we were getting some of the tastiest parts of a woman's body. 

While waiting for her too cool enough to eat (and I think to wake up) we all got something to drink and basically sat around and relaxed. Leslie sat at the table (she was tall enough to sit there and not need a booster seat), and I hopped on her lap. She held me in her long graceful arms and idly played with my nipples with one hand, while rubbing my belly with the other. I just leaned back into her rows of pillows (breasts), enjoying the attention and my drink. It was a strawberry banana smoothie! 

We waited for about five minutes before we finally heard a horse groan from the cooling rack. She awake.

Master pushed off from where he'd been leaning against the counter and turned to Snack's supine cooked form. He gently removed the gag, and used the straw in the glass of water he'd earlier set next to her, letting her take drink. After emptying half its content, she tried to speak. A scratchy whisper is all she could produce, so Leslie and I couldn't hear what she said from the table, even though it was only a couple yards away.

“Yes Snack. You have done well so far. Continue to endure, and we'll revisit the matter of your fate in three days.  Be assured, the next few minutes will bring no pain, but no pleasure as well. Are you ready to feed us your body?” I failed to hear what her response was, but seeing as Master used a claw to snip the lengths of twine holding her to her cooking frame, I could safely assume she gave her assent.

He carried her to the table and set her on it's surface where Leslie and I sat. He picked one of her legs up by a foot, gripped the ankle while holding her body down by pinning it with the other hand at her hip. He twisted the limb until there was an audible POP as he pulled the leg out of the it's socket, then he tore it free from her body, the meat giving away easily to his great strength. Master held the dismembered limb up and looked at the torn end of the meat where it met her hip, and paused. 

With a sigh, he put it down in front of us. “I was afraid of that. The meat is completely cooked through to the bone.” I looked at Master in confusion. “Why does that matter, Master?”

“Remember what I said to you that first day we met? About not being able to eat dead meat? Snack's meat, while perfectly cooked and fine for most kin to eat, is useless as a meal for me now. It's dead. I would have to eat her organs if I didn't want to get sick, and that would end... Things, before we'd want them to end. You girls go ahead and eat your fill. I'm going to order some takeout. I feel like some rabbit might be good!” 

We watched him walk into the living room to use the terminal to order lunch, the just looked at each other, huge grins plastered all over our faces. Score!

I picked up the discarded leg and took a bite of the still steaming meat. It was tender and juicy, and Master added spices to the batter that took the flavor to a whole new level. I handed the meat to Leslie, then hopped up on to the table next to Snack's laid out form and flopped down on my stomach, kicking my legs up behind me as I rested my chin in one hand with my elbow propping me up. With my other hand I straitened a few arrant strands of  Snack's long hair, until after a couple seconds, she was able to focus on my face. “Hi Snack. You've done good so far! You really have. You have obeyed Master Dranix and his servants and even enjoyed your first anal orgasm!” I paused and my expression grew serious. “But, if you want Master to spare you, you need to become more proactive.” 

Her voice very raspy, she asked “'Proactive'? What do you mean?”

“Well, for example, Leslie and I had to do all the work when you had your 'first time anal'. And you still haven't asked to pleasure Master, or even suggested any ideas on how to best serve yourself as food! Now what chance do you think you have if you can't even do that?!” She frowned in worry at my words.

“What should I suggest? I've never done any cooking, other than warming up day-old pizza in the microwave!” She said, in a near panic at the idea of failing. 

I put on a thoughtful look, and pretended to ponder the dilemma.” Well, there is one thing, but I don't know...” I saw the look of desperate hope on her her face. Bait Taken!

“What is it?!” She rasped out. “Please! I don't want to die. I'll do anything!” Oh, this was going to be fun!

“Well, there is one thing Master has said he wants, but he didn't want to ask us for it, because it would be super painful.. No. I couldn't ask it of you. It's too much.” I didn't have long to wait for her to once again take more bait.

“I don't care if it hurts! I saw how disappointed he looked when he couldn't eat any of me, just then. I need to get into his good graces! So please, at this point, I'll do whatever it takes.” She said it, and I could tell, she truly meant it. Huh. Whatever.

“Live sushi.” She looked at me, her brow crinkled in confusion. “Okay. You know what sushi is?” She nodded. “Well, instead of raw dead fish, it would be raw living meatgirl.” I half expected her to freak out, but she just looked thoughtful at the idea.

“Wouldn't I bleed to death?” Hmm. A good, thoughtful question on her part. She wasn't rejecting it out of hand.

“Master's oven uses a drug that prevents bleed out. If you want to try this, ask him to use it on you.”

“Alright then. I'll suggest the sushi idea. That'll do it, right? Get him to keep me, like he did for you and the wolf?” She sounded so hopeful.

“Maybe. And if you want to try and giving him more incentive for keeping you? Well, if he goes for your idea, make the meal as sexual in nature as you can, and be inventive about it. Really pull out all your kinkiest ideas! And make him see why keeping you would be good for him.” If she really went for this, it was going to be SO fun!

“Thank you... Abby, right? Sorry. Always been bad with names. Well, I'm just going to rest now. Please, enjoy your meal of... Me!”And she gave a slightly unhinged giggle.

She closed her large gray eyes and seemed to think the conversation was over. “Open your eyes, little Snack. You're not done yet.” She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Remember that I have Master's ear. Think on what that means as you eat my pussy, while I eat yours.” Her mouth dropped open in shock as I hopped up to my knees and then swung around to straddle her face. I bent over her, getting in position to attack and devour her batter covered sex, bracing my hands on the table. I looked back and said, “Get to work Snack, while I snack on you.” She'd either get with the program, or she'd be dead before the 72 hours even had a chance to pass.

The batter Master had used was a little strong, and I didn't want it to overpower the taste of Snack's pussy meat, so I used a fingernail and flaked the crisp shell of batter away, revealing fully cooked sex. The heat from the oil had caused the outer labia of her pussy to curl outwards, revealing the delicate folds within. They'd once been bright pink petals, now they were shrunken and crisp. Cooked to perfection. I pulled back my lips and used my teeth to take them from her. They made a little crunching sound as my teeth bit down. In my mouth now, I rolled the cooked meat around, enjoying the taste that reminded me of bacon, but not as salty. Too soon, they were gone, but more treats awaited me. I just had to make room to go deeper.

I could feel Snack finally licking me. Clumsy, and with no real skill, but it still brought some measure of enjoyment to me, and when she finally found my clitoris, she immediately started sucking and flicking it with her tongue. Ooh! Much better! I'm sure I let out some kind of really cute noise when she did it, but I don't remember.

Going back, I slowly ate her outer labia and tiny clit, along with a good amount of her mons and surrounding flesh. All of the flash was sweet and good, unlike the person they were part of. Such a shame that such wholesome food came from one so rotten. It's a shame we couldn't change that.

I'd eaten enough away that my prize was revealed before me now. I'd wanted to see her intact hymen. And there it was. This deep inside, it had been somewhat protected from the effects of the boiling oil, so it was still mostly unchanged from the heat. I little redder than I suppose it would normally be, but other than the change in color, it looked like it was still living flesh. I lightly brushed the delicate membrane, seeing if Snack could feel it.

“Ahh!” Yep. She definitely felt that. And that meant the treasure I'd been digging for that was right behind it would be completely intact! Just a little more digging, and it be all mine!

I used my pinkie and put it to the small hole at it's center, then hooked the end, pulling the thin flash up. Snack stopped her work on my clit to express her pain from my actions.

“Why did you stop, Snack? Is it the pain? I guess that means you'll die, because you surely won't be able to withstand the amount you would have to go through by being sushi.” Okay. I know I'm sounding like a real bitch, but it really was the truth. And besides, I've never gotten a chance to be 'bad' before. Let me have my fun! I made a motion like I was going to get up. (I know you can't see it, but I'm doing this really cute pouty-face thing plus my deluxe 'sad puppy dog eyes' attack at you. Can you feel it's effect? Yeah. I thought so.) 

“Wait! No, you're right. I'm sorry for interrupting your lunch, Abby. I won't stop again until you say I can.” She paused here, and when I looked back at here, I could swear her cheeks had gone an impressive shade of red.  “Um... Is... Is there anything you want me to do different, or... I don't know... More of? I mean, I guess... I suppose it's fare to say... I guess I owe you from earlier. You know. For... Giving me my first orgasm.” She said that last so quietly, I wasn't sure what she'd said.

“What? Please speak up, Snack! I didn't catch that last bit.”

“That was my first orgasm! Okay! Are you happy now?” I could tell she was furious at having to say that out loud. And more than that. She was totally embarrassed. Tears ran down her face.

I sat up the rest of the way, and got off of her face, coming around so I could look her in the face and she could do the same. I didn't say anything at first. Just watched her for a few seconds. I needed to gather my thoughts.

“You're body is beautiful, as is you face. It is a crime that it was your first. It's a crime of your own doing that it happened today. And I'm sorry it had to be that way.  A crime, and a shame.” I paused and took a deep breath. 

“I make you this promise June Chandler, I will try my best to make sure you have as much pleasure as your body can handle as long as you are here, no matter the outcome of your 72 hour trial. Now, don't misunderstand me, there will be pain as well. A great deal of it, I'm sure. Your fortitude will be rewarded though.” I was curious to see how she'd respond.

She looked thoughtfully up at me for a few moments, then with a lopsided grin, “Well, you seem like you wanted to take my virginity. If you eat my cherry, does that still count?” I have to admit, that was a good line!

I smiled at her words... Okay. I cracked up at her words. And once I stopped laughing, I smiled at her. “Now that's the spirit. But I want you to know, I'm going to be going deeper than your cheery. The pain is going to get a lot worse.” Her look said she was determined do endure whatever happened. “You asked if I had any tips on how to please me too, didn't you?” A nod and her smile was back. “Well, you can't go wrong sucking on my clit, but try sucking on my pussy lips, too. Run your tongue up and down and in and out of my entire slit. Oh, and kisses. I love getting kissed down there. Soft, tender kisses. Oh. And this one is for later, once you're healed up; Two fingers to my G-spot. That never fails to get me squirting!”

“Thanks for the advise, but I've got two questions first. What is a 'G-spot', and what do you mean by 'squirting'?” I just stared at her in shock for a moment, my jaw slack. Even Leslie stopped eating Snack's leg mid bite, and put a hand over her mouth in shock.

After I recovered from my shock, I tenderly cupped her face in my hands, and with my voice a little shaky, I gave her the only answer I could think of at the time. “Oh you poor, poor woman! Okay. I will be able to help you with the G-spot issue, but the squirting will have to wait until you get healed up. Don't worry! That will be the first thing we do once you're out of Master's machine.”

“Ready to go on?” She gave a weak little “Yes.” and I got back in position.

She didn't waste any time getting back to giving my pussy attention, and she was putting my advice to practice. Good murderer! 

I went back to the remains of her pussy, and instead curled my tongue into the little hole and pulled it into my mouth. She never even paused at my teeth tore out her maidenhead. 

With my way clear, I pushed into her amazingly tight vagina with two fingers and soon found the spot. I could tell I'd found it because Snack let out a shuddering gasp around my clit, that she'd been in the middle of sucking on. That felt really good! 

As I continued teasing her tight soft inner walls, she started panting and making little grunting sounds. She stayed true to her word, though. Never once did she stop giving my sex all the attention she could. Kissing, licking and sucking nonstop. In fact, if this kept up, we'd both have an orgasm at the same time!

And that's exactly what happened. I felt her inner walls start rhythmically squeezing my invading fingers as the telltale flutter of my own impending orgasm started. Seconds later, we both let out sounds of joy. Mine a squealing gasp. Snack's a series of breathy panting moans. Though, I think hers sounded that way because she kept working my pussy like a champ! 

At the end of my orgasm, I went for my prize, and in a series of quick bites, I cored out the soft silky flesh of her sex. And while Snack still didn't stop licking, she did scream right into my tender passage. That felt... Weird. Good, but weird.

She tasted good, but the taste of copper from the blood was a little off putting. She was bleeding now, but not to badly. It was then that I remembered Leslie was still here. She'd been so quit, I'd almost forgotten about her! Well, not any more. She started clapping her hands. It seems she'd really enjoyed the show we'd put on. Looking over at her, it seemed she had gotten very turned on by it. All ten of her nipples looked painfully stiff, and her left hand had a glossy wetness over her fingers. She also yelled out “That was so hot!! I came like, three times but I covered my mouth, because I didn't want to interrupt you two.” And then in a normal voice, “So, we should eat her tits, then get her in the tank. Sound good?

She was right, but we'd also remove some more of her parts, and put them in the refrigerator for leftovers. Heck, by the end of the 72 hours, we might need to get a second one! Maybe I should talk to Master about getting a walk-in freezer installed. He never seemed to finish his meals. Right now, our very large fridge held enough spare parts to build a whole new meatgirl... Frankenstein's monster style.

Leslie finished Snack's left breast in three mouth fulls. I took a bit longer for two reasons. The first is my mouth is not even half as large as Leslie's. She can fit my entire head in her mouth! (Don't ask. That was a weird night) And the second was that her breasts had a really unique flavor. They tasted like bacon, smothered in butter! I don't know if it was because of how they were prepared, or just something in her genetics, but I just had to take my time with them.

Afterwards, Leslie put her on Master's butcher's table, and she removed her other leg and both arms. Then turned her over and used a filleting knife to carve away both globes of her curvy buttocks.

On our way to the bedroom where the regen tank was, we saw Master finishing off his live rabbit takeout. And no. It wasn't a rabbit-kin girl. Just a regular fuzzy bunny. He had it suspended over his open maw and dropped it in, headfirst. With a load gulp and swallow, we watched it slide down his throat as a visible lump. 

“Hey Snack, that rabbit wasn't much bigger than you!” I said to the now even more fun-sized woman. Her face blanched at my words, and she let out a nervous chuckle as she said “Yeah. I suppose so.”

After making sure the regeneration tank was ready to be used, Leslie placed her in the warm gelatinous fluid that lined the bottom of it. I went to the control panel to start the process. [Scan Patient? Yes/No] Yes. [Starting Scan.] [Scan Finished And Saved To File.] [36.4% Viability. Start Regeneration? Yes/No] Yes. [Regeneration Will Take 4 Hours 12 Minutes.] Now we needed to talk to Master about a couple things.

Negotiations With Master 

We rejoined Mater in the living room. “Master? I know Snack is going to die. She really is evil. She may not have started out life that way, but circumstances have made her so. Undoubtedly, she was born with a seed of it in her, but something made it grow and turn her into what she is now.” At first, it looked like he was going to interrupt, but as I got going he leaned back and let me finish.

“She's twenty seven years old, and until today, not only is she a virgin, she has never had any kind of sexual stimulus. Not even from her own hands!” I saw the shock on Master's face at my words.

“Are you sure?” I nodded fervently. “That's... It's no wonder she's so fucked up. My guess is that her lack of sex and love stems from how she was raised. Try asking her.” He shrugged, still not sure what I was getting at yet.

“Master, I want you to give her pleasure.” Sometimes I had to be blunt with Master. He can be a little slow sometimes.

“Abby, I told you when you got this girl. I don't feel comfortable having any kind of sex with someone so vile! That's why I just dunked her in the fryer without even getting her worked up first!” His voice had turned hard.

“I'm not asking you to hit on her or fall in love! All I'm asking is that if she wants to please you, don't turn her down and just respond to her offers. Amazingly enough, she's making an earnest effort to convince you and us to keep her, and I know that's not going to happen, but can't we at least reward her efforts? Give her something she has never had before?” Master was quite for a while, then he leaned forward in his seat on the couch.

“Alright, darlin'. We'll try it your way. But she has to be the one to start anything. And if she gives me ANY attitude, I wont hesitate to make her last days a living nightmare.” I'd never seen this side of Master before. It frightened me... And got me so wet!

“Yes Master. I understand.” It seems Leslie was as turned on as I by Master's darker side, because we both leapt on him at the same time. I went at his mouth for a steamy kiss, while she went for his belt. Master was happy enough to return the kiss, entwining my tongue with his as I tried to suck on it. Holding me close in his strong arms. 

Leslie quickly had his belt undone and his member out. A second later, and she was licking up its length with her broad agile tongue. His staff was hard in record time and she took him into her mouth, humming as she did so. I felt him shiver in pleasure at the warm wetness of her muzzle, then he groaned as she took him to hi base in a quick bob of her head, her snout buried against the soft scales of his pubic mound.

He took my ass in his large hands, then ran a finger up the crack of my ass to the base of my tail and took it in a firm grip, shooting a jolt of pleasure up my spine. I let out a “Squee!” into his mouth. He seemed to like the noises I was making, because he tried his best to get more of them out of me. He stopped groping my ass-cheek, and used the hand to start rubbing my pussy. Needless to say, I made some more noises for Master to enjoy.

Master's hips suddenly bucked in response to something Leslie had just done, and I heard her let out a muffled “Oh!” of surprise around his length at the response she'd gotten. I broke our kiss, so that I could take a peek to see what she'd done to Master. When I looked down, I saw she had one hand wrapped around his base, and the other was fondling his balls.

In a voice tinged with arousal, Master commanded “Switch places. I want Abby riding my shaft.” With that, Leslie got out of the way with an audible pop from her lips as she slid her mouth off of him. In the next second, I squealed as Master took me by the waist, lined my entrance up with the tip of his dick, and lowered me onto his thick shaft. His girth painfully stretched out my already slick walls, but I loved that feeling of being filled completely by my Master. As usual, he bottomed out in my tight little snatch, the head of his cock sending a jolt of pleasure/pain through my body as it pressed against the entrance of my immature cervix.

The suddenness of Master's actions sent me from simply turned on, to full blown screaming orgasm! I let out a squealing scream as I came, my juices spraying out around the tight seal my lips made around Master's wonderful cock, drenching us both. “Damn, Master! Give a loli a little warning next time!”  I let out in a breathy high pitched snarl that I knew Master loved hearing.

I'm sure he would have responded, but he was too busy dealing with Leslie's tongue. Hers was strong enough to give Master a run for his money. He also was doing a heroic level of multitasking, between using one hand to keep me steady while bouncing me up and down on his thick veiny rod, his balls slapping my ass and his length stirring my pussy juices into a froth, he was using his other hand to pet Leslie in long slow strokes, from the top of her head with it's long silky brown hair, all the way down to the end of her beautiful bushy tail, as he practiced tongue-jitsu with her. I'll forgive him... This time.

I squeezed down internally on Master, to make me even tighter for him. He loved when I did that, though it left me sore for a while afterwards. Because of that added stimulation, it wasn't long before I felt myself growing close again. I could feel my skin growing flushed across my chest and neck, and that wonderful tingle just under my bellybutton. Master had increased the pace and power of his thrusts as he too grew closer to his own release. It was turning into a race to see who'd get there first.

It turned out being something of a chain reaction, with first Leslie letting out a high pitched whine as she worked herself to climax. Hearing her set Master off in a gushing series of hot cum filling me up, and as he was finishing, I came and went with a huge, full-body orgasm that made me pass out.

When I came to, it was in Master's huge bed, held between Master's solid form on one side, and Leslie's soft curvy body on the other, both snuggled tight in a tangle of limbs, a sheet pulled up over all of us.

I looked over at the clock on the bed stand to see how long I'd been asleep and/or passed out, I saw it had been three hours since we'd left Snack in the regeneration tank. Good. We'd have an hour and half to straighten up and prepare for supper. I had a feeling we'd be having sushi tonight. Or since it wasn't even an aquatic kin we'd be having, maybe we should call it 'June tartar'?

Wake up call

Leslie and I took thirty minutes cleaning up from lunch, while Master was ordering some things online. When I asked him about it, he said it was a surprise, something for a light breakfast and hardy lunch tomorrow. I love surprises! He'd also told us that he planed on making her last day something special.

Later, while sitting together on the couch waiting for Snack to finish her first stint in the tank, Leslie and I watching a drama on the halo-viewer while Master did business stuff on a hand terminal. Master called these quite moments together 'family time'. I had to take his word for it, as I had never had a family to compare it to. Leslie still had a family out there somewhere. Mother and father, plus five siblings, all but the youngest sister with families of their own. She even had a Grandfather! She didn't talk about them much. I think she was upset that only her Grandfather and youngest sister had tried to help in any way when she'd been arrested. Master had already given permission for Leslie to reach out to them if she wished, but so far she had not done so. Whatever the reason for not doing so, we didn't bug her about. She'd do it, or she wouldn't. Master and I left it in her hands.

Just after the show ended, we all heard the repeating “BEEP-BEEP” of the tank, telling us Snack was done healing. It was still an hour until supper time, but I'm sure we could find something to do to pass the time. (imagine evil laugh here!) I'd do one on my own, but I refuse try any more. Last time I did, Master and Leslie both said “Awe! How adorable!”, and “Did something tickle you?”! Sometimes it's hard being this cute!

Master sent Leslie and I to get Snack out of the tank and awake her for the rest of the day. We returned to the bedroom and I walked up to the terminal to make sure everything had gone fine, while Leslie went to the side of the long coffin-like shape of the machine.

This is what I saw on the control panel's readout: [Regeneration Procedure Completed] [Do You Wish To View Complete List Of Repaired Trauma? Yes/No] No. [Subject Is Ready For Decanting. Start Decanting Process? Yes/No] Yes. [Started.]

As soon I hit 'yes', a sucking sound could be heard from the tank, as the extra liquid drained off to be recycled. I gave Leslie a thumbs up, and she opened tank. I walked over to join her at the side of the tank and looked down. Snack was still sleeping, her face peaceful and relaxed. Still attached to the machine by multiple leads at her neck and upper torso.  I hit the wake-up button and the talk gave her a shot of a stimulant to bring her around. 

The stuff in the tank was good. Instantly, her eyes flashed open and she looked up at up. “So I take it, it worked?” 

“Yep!” I answered with a chipper grin. “Good as new. Master machine is almost magical. It can bring someone back from the brink of death, back to perfect health.” I explained.

She looked impressed for a moment, then turned serious. “So. Is it time for you guys to eat me again?” She asked that with no fear, as far as I could tell. I was impressed!

“Not just yet. Supper isn't scheduled for another hour or so.” Then I gave her a conspiratorial smile. “That means we have time for something more pleasurable to you first.” I loved the reaction that got from her. She blushed and gave a shy smile!

“You coming out, or are you going to lay in there until supper?” Leslie asked her, holding out a hand to help Snack out. She took the proffered hand getting out. She was so short, she had to first get on the lip of the tank, then took a short hop down to the floor. I pulled a towel from a rack I'd had Master get, and handed it to her to dry off. Leslie steadied Snack as she was still unsteady on her feet, which was normal when you first got out. 

Snack looked hopefully at us, then at the nearby bed, but there was something we had to do before the fun could start. “Master wished us to bring you to him, first. But don't worry, he's not mad at you.” And we led her out of the bedroom to talk with Master.     

Master was still as we'd left him, relaxing on the couch, one foot propped up on the coffee table that ran the length of it. “Ah. Good. You're done healing. Come stand up here, Snack.” Master said, indicating the coffee table with a tap of his heal to its top.

Making a quick bow to Master, she clambered up to stand before him. She held her arms covering her breasts, but only for a second, then she stood with her hands at her sides before Master. She seemed a little nervous, but when she spoke, it was with a steady voice. “How my I be of service, mister Dranix?”

“'Mister'?” Leslie asked.

“Yes. I have not earned the right to call him Master yet.” Snack explained. 

Master simply nodded, like he had expected that answer. “For the next hour I give you permission to do as you want here. Of course, if you behave in any way that displeases me or mine, I will cause you pain. If you harm anyone in my home, it goes without question that I will make sure you beg for death.” He paused then, taking a deep breath before going on. “But, it has come to my attention that your upbringing has lacked some key points of education. If you have any questions of a sexual nature, please do not fear to do so. Any of us will do our best to fill in any gaps you might have in that regard.”

Master started to go back to browsing in the hand terminal, but before he could, Snack hesitantly spoke up. “Mister Dranix sir? I do have questions, but for now, I'd feel better asking Leslie and Abby. If that's alright with you, that is.”

“That's fine, Snack.” And when she didn't get down after his implied dismissal he asked, “Was there anything else?”

“Actually, yes. I saw how disappointed you seemed when you discovered you couldn't enjoy my fried flesh as you had wanted, and... Well, I thought I might offer a suggestion on how to enjoy my body, if you don't mind?” Master nodded for her to continue. She gave a bob of her head, then went on. “I thought you might enjoy eating my body sushi style. Uncooked, so that you could enjoy me to the fullest.” Finished now she fidgeted, waited nervously for a response from Master.

After an awkward pause, where Master simply stared at her, he finally reached forward and grasped her left breast with his right hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before seeming to weigh it in his palm, then when he finish, he used the same hand to turn her about. From there, Master lightly pinched her flank, before cupping her ass and tested its firmness. He continued inspecting her body, going down her legs and up her arm and across her back. Up to that point she had not reacted at all, other than to move in different ways as Master guided her, but then he reached around to her front and ran a finger up the cleft of her sex. Then she let out a small gasp, but still didn't try to pull away or make any other protests. 

Inspection seemingly over, Master spoke. “You have a good body, Snack. Not only is it fit, but it has a good fat to muscle ratio. Yes, I think I would be open to your idea. But you realize, it will be painful? Very much so! If you start screaming and flailing about, it will ruin my meal. Can you endure it enough to not put me off my meal?”

“I can only promise to try my best.” She said it with her head bowed, but with determination.

“Very well. Girls? Please see to it that she is cleaned up before supper? Oh! And see to it that her fillet is engorged and juicy. I plan on enjoying it at some point tonight.” And with that, he went back to his work.

Temporary Reprieve

Snack looked to me, and I motioned her to to come to me, and she hopped down from the coffee table and walked to me. I took her tiny hand in mine, and even though my own was small, hers was smaller still. Leslie came over to her other side, and reaching down, took her other. We led her to the master bathroom. All three of us were nude, and I could feel Master's gaze on us, so I added some sway to my hips. The other two, being older and having fully mature adult bodies, didn't need to add any. I wasn't jealous of them after what Master once told me when I was moping about Leslie having a bigger ass than me. He had said “While it's true, her ass is bigger, it's not as bubbly as your. You have the most perfect bubble butt I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot a asses!” He said that when my hips caught up with my ass, it would be a “Power to be reckoned with.”!

As soon as we reached the bathroom, I turned and hugged Snack. Leslie told me her eyes almost bugged out of her head in surprise, and I could feel it took her a few seconds to respond and put her own arms around me. “You did so well, Snack! I'm very proud of you!” I gushed at her.

“But I was so scared! I thought I'd pee myself when he started 'inspecting' my 'meat'!”

I could see how much it had freaked her out, and I didn't have any good news to give her. At least not very much. “But it showed him you're serious about this. That's some solid points for you. Now, let's get you in the shower and washed up. We'll try to get you mentally prepared for your coming ordeal while we're at it.”

As we stepped into the shower stall, Snack had pretty much the same reaction we all had; shocked delight. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, as Leslie led Snack to one of the benches and had her lay down face up. The rain-like shower at just the right temperature now, I joined Snack on the bench, laying down next her, my face turned towards hers. “You're going to love this so, for now just relax and enjoy. Leslie and I will do all the work.”

I brought her face to mine and kissed her small mouth, her lips soft but quivering in either excitement or fear as I gently parted her lips with my tongue and quickly found her own. Or eyes closed as I caressed her warm wet tongue, teasing its length as she tried in her clumsy enthusiasm to do the same to mine. 

My hand traveled over her throat and down to one of her breasts, cupping it soft roundness as I thumbed her thick nipple, eliciting breathy sound, carrying both fear and a wanton need for more pleasure. She even arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly into my palm, so I gave her more by lightly pinching her large firm nipple.

After enjoying the gasp that brought, I ran my hand down her chest and over her taught stomach, enjoying the feeling of the quiver that action caused, then journeyed on to find her sex already occupied by Leslie's muzzle, already buried deep in Snack's crotch, her tongue no doubt hard at work there. I caressed her head, and gave her ear a scritch. I opened my eyes to see Leslie give me a wink, and she pulled her right hand from Snack's spread thigh, and used her fingers to start rubbing Snack's pussy, causing her to clench her tiny fists as the motion made her breath catch, then speed up as pleasure started to overwhelm her senses.

Soon enough, all the stimulation sent her over the edge into a shuddering orgasm, her moans echoing in the tight confines of the shower stall. We let her ride it out, then once she had caught her breath, she let out a whoosh of breath before saying, “That was amazing! Oh god, I've wasted my live. I threw it away.” Then she took in a shuddering breath and went on. “Thank you both. I know I don't deserve such kindness, but thank you nonetheless.” 

“I promised I'd make your last days bearable through giving you pleasure along the way, as I could. This is us keeping that promise.” I told her with a kind smile, while thinking what a waste she'd made of her life.          
                    
“Leslie? Can I try doing to you what you just did to me? Seems only fare, doesn't it?” Snack asked in a meek voice.

Leslie smiled and sat up on the bench, spreading her legs as answer enough. Snack hopped down, and because she was so short, was able to start licking Leslie's sex without having to even lean down. As Leslie gave her directions as to how best to please her, I got down and went behind Snack. I started by rubbing her back, and telling her how well she was doing, then ran both hands down her sides stopping at the swell of her hips. I then moved to cup her ass, squeezing the globes, my spread fingers sinking slightly into her firm flesh, kneading her ass and making her moan into Leslie's pussy.

Leslie let out a sexy groan as the vibrations stimulated her body, and said to me in a sultry voice “Do that again! That felt very nice.”

“I'll do better than that, lover.” And started running my down through Snack's ass-crack and cupped her sex, my fingers sliding through her labia and finding it very wet and swollen with lust. As my fingers continued to play, causing Snack to cum again, screaming out her orgasm into Leslie's snatch, which in turn pushed her over the edge into experiencing her own moment of bliss to wash over her.

Between us, we ended up cumming twelve times, most of those were Snack's. By the time Master called to us that it was time for supper, her limbs were rubber. We had to stall a while until she regained her composure.

Once she got herself under control again, she stood up straight and said “I'm ready now. And again, thank you both.” And we led her to meeting with Master.

Girl Tartar           

Master was in the kitchen, waiting for us next to the oven. “I need to put you in the oven, Snack. I'm not cooking you, though. This is so I can have it give you the drug that will prevent you from bleeding out as I enjoy your flesh tartar. Get on this tray, and I'll slide you into place.” Indicating the open door and the tray that stuck out a foot from it.

“Thank you, Sir. I wouldn't want to either ruin your meal or make a mess.” She said, looking up at Master with a sad smile on her face. Then she climbed up to lay on her back as Master instructed. He then closed the door, locking her head in place, and she flinched slightly as the needles bit into her neck. Master then tapped the controls, and we could hear the drugs go into her body with a slight hiss.

He opened the door, and helped her out, then he led us back to the living room, where he had Snack get up on the coffee table.

I'm going to let Master tell you about the rest. It was fun at first, but then it got... Hard to watch and really scary. I don't think I want to relive it through writing it down.  

Before I start, I want to apologize to Abby and Leslie. I won't apologize to June Chandler, because by the time you read this, she is dead and gone. But really, I didn't mean to upset you girls. I let a cruel part of me take over that I am not real proud of. I'm sorry I let that happen. And to the readers? Consider this a warning. Things are going to get rather more graphic than usual, but Abby wanted nothing left out, not even the stuff we're kinda ashamed of. 

If you want, don't feel bad about skipping to the next chapter. 

“Girls? Since I didn't get a chance to enjoy her for lunch, I'm gonna be a little greedy and as that you just grab a plate of leftovers from whatever you want in the fridge, then come on back here to keep me company.” I told Abby and Leslie. The left to fix themselves something to eat, while I got my supper set up the way I wanted.

First I quickly got undressed, not wanting to get them messed up, and when I turned back to the woman we were calling 'Snack', I found she couldn't take her eyes off my junk. She was just standing there next to the low table, staring at my dick.

“You okay there?” I asked her in amusement.

She started at the sound of my voice, and squeaked out a startled “Yes!”

“Have you never seen a man's penis before?” I asked with a note of surprise in my voice.

“Not a real one. I mean, not in person. Can I... Can I touch it?” She asked that, her voice full of wonder and a little fear.

I cocked an eye ridge at that, but told her she could if she wanted to, and stepped close enough that she wouldn't have to get off the table to reach me. Her hand trembled as her fingers reached out to brush along my still flaccid length, but as her soft fingers got to the head of my member, it started to grow stiff and twitched a little at her touch. She was physically a beautiful woman, with large breasts, a narrow waist and wide hips. From a sexual standpoint, she was a knockout. That's why, when she looked up and me in surprise as I started to grow hard, and asked “Did I do that?!” I was able to honestly answer “Yes.”

“Would it be allowed for me to give you pleasure before you start eating?” She asked that with a real note of submissiveness and longing.

“I won't stop you.” I told her, a smile starting to grow on my face.

She took both hands and wrapped them around my growing erection, looking to me to see if I would react negatively. Seeing my growing smile, she increased the speed of the motion of her hands.

“Is there anything else I should be doing to it, Sir?” She asked, a desperate note in her voice.

I took another step towards her, my now turgid member half as long as the small woman was tall. “If you truly wish to please me, take me between your pretty breasts and use them to rub along my shaft. Use you mouth and tongue on the tip and around the glands.”

“Please forgive my ignorance Sir, but what is the 'glands'?” She was nervous, but earnest in her wish to please.

“It's the bulbous part at the end of a mans penis. It is very sensitive to touch. And June?” She jumped at the sound of her actual name. “Don't be nervous about not having knowledge about something. I will never punish you for asking questions.” And I stroked her hair and gave her a rub behind one of her huge ears, to show that I meant what I said. She looked up at me with gratitude for the small kindness, a small smile on her lips.

She drew closer to me and brought my shaft between her pert breasts, squeezing them together and rubbing them along my length. She was so small she had to do half squats to accomplish it. When she would come up, she at first took tentative swipes at the head of my cock, seemingly not sure of if the taste would be good or bad, but she seemed to enjoy the salty flavor of my pre-cum and even tried to take the head of my dick into her mouth. She got about half of it in, but she was careful to keep her teeth out of play when she did it. 

I thought for sure she would take this opportunity to try to harm me, get a small amount of petty revenge on her eventual executioner, and I would have to destroy her on the spot. Instead, she was being more than well behaved. My girls had done a good job on this pint-sized murderer. When she got here seven eight hours ago, she had been all spit and vile, raging at her fate. They had turned her into someone that now was excepting of their new lot in life. 

She was working my shaft with a good deal of energy, and after about ten minutes of work on her part, I was getting close to release. I didn't want that just yet, so I decided to change things up a little. 

“I have a question for you, Snack. From what my girls have told me, you have never had intercourse with a man, and before today you hadn't even experienced an orgasm. I take it you have also never felt a man's penis even touch you before. Would you like to feel what it's like experience a man rubbing his member over your sex?” The range of reactions my words caused her to go through was amazing. First was embarrassment, then excitement and ending with raw fear. At the look of fear, I asked “Why do you look so terrified, Snack?”

“Do you mean your going to put your thing in me?! Wouldn't that kill me? I thought I was being good?!” The last she said, her voice full confusion and terror.

“No Snack! I'm not mad at you, and I don't think I even could but my dick in you. I meant it as stated; Against your sex, not in.” She had taken a step away, but now she was looking down in thought.

“So it wouldn't kill me, or even hurt me really bad?” What had this woman been taught?? Someone must have told her such absurd nonsense, but why?

“Not at all, Snack. It wont hurt at all, and should even feel nice for both of us. Now, once again, would you like to try it? I will not force you, if you don't want to do it.” She looked both relived and confused.

“I would like to, yes. I'm sorry I reacted like that. I don't know what I was thinking. I am meat and I am a murderer. Even if it did hurt, it is not my place to complain or question.” She looked me right in the eyes as she said that, her face a mask of regret at having possibly disappointed me.

I patted her on the head, letting her know that I wasn't angry. “That's good, Snack. Now lay down on the table and spread your legs wide.” She sat down, then lay out on her back, pulling her legs up and apart with her hands behind her knees, her legs only showing the slightest shiver of nervousness.

I lowered myself to my knees, my hips level with her body, and lowered the head of my cock to her tiny pussy. The head was so much larger than her sex that I couldn't even slide it between her lips. My girth was such that even with her legs spread, my shaft rubbed her inner thighs slightly. It was apparent that sex with her would never be possible for me.

She kept her lags wide, but removed her hand to reach down to spread her labia. Now I was able to give her a bit more pleasure, my member being able to touch more sensitive flesh. I could tell she was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt. 

I could see now, that if I was somehow able to get my cock in her, the length of my shaft was such that it would run from her cunt to the back of her throat. She saw this too, and here eyes grew wide in fear and wonder. Not enough fear to prevent her from taking hold of me and urging me to slide my length over her stomach and between her tits.

I have to say, this was a new sensation for me. I was at once rubbing my dick over a woman's pussy, clit, stomach and tits, and she was now licking the tip each time my strokes brought it close to her lips. Then she took it up a notch, by hugging my shaft lightly, using her forearms and hands to increase the surface area and friction along its length. I took her legs and crossed them over my dick, and sped up my pace.

I grunted out “If you can drink all my cum, I will reward you tomorrow!” And my body locked up, and she put her mouth over the tip of my cock as I started to twitch, pumping load after load into her mouth. She swallowed in sucking gulps, trying her best to do as I asked, but was unable to handle the shear volume I gave her, nearly choking on the amount.

After I caught my breath, I told her “Very good job, Snack! You drank more than I thought you'd be able to. So even though you didn't drink it all, I'll still give you your reward. You will get to have breakfast, instead of being it.” She smiled up at me, still licking my cum from her fingers and lips.

“Thank you, Sir. I'm glad I was able to please you in this way.” She looked so happy at the job she'd done. I felt a pang of guilt, and had to once again remind myself of the fact that she had killed over twenty people in cold blood. She didn't deserve sympathy. If the girls hadn't pushed me so, I certainly would give her pleasure... But I loved those two, and would always give them anything I could if they asked it of me.

As fun as that was, I had grown hungry. “I built up quit an apatite playing with you, Snack. It's time for me to start eating. Give me your left arm. Use your other hand to play with yourself. You are going to need the distraction to get you through this.” I took up a special collar I'd bought for this meal, and slipped it around her neck. It was a noise canceling device. Her screams would be no louder than a whisper to us. 

She meekly gave me her arm, holding it out palm up. Her other hand practically flew to her sex and started rubbing frantically. I grasped her her wrist and elbow, with both of my hands, then placed my thumbs between the to points, and using them as a fulcrum, increased pressure until there was a wet snap as her arm broke in the middle. She gasped in pain, the shock so great she couldn't even scream. Then I pulled the broken limb apart, ripping her skin and muscle apart at the break. With a ugly wet tearing sound, it came loose. 

I popped the morsel into my mouth and bit down, to release the flavor, then gulped it down. She had a subtle tang to her flesh, that was nonetheless sweet. Her flavor reminded my of Abby's own taste. This was a meal I would enjoy.

“Put the rest of that arm in my mouth, up to your shoulder.” I could see her clamp her jaws, readying herself for the pain to come as she did as she was told.

I was savoring the taste of her skin before biting the limb off, when my tongue reached her armpit and an oddity that had been on the edge of my mind finally clicked. I pulled her arm out of my mouth and turned to Abby who was sitting in one of the recliners on the other side of the coffee table. “Abby darlin', did you do a depilation on Snack?”

Abby shook her head. “No Master. I felt her up (she snickered here) for hair all over, but didn't find any. Not even stubble.”

“Snack, did you shave or get laser hair removal before you got caught?” I asked my meal. Even though she was in obvious pain, she was still composed when she answered.

“No Sir. I've always been this way. Never had to shave my pits or legs. The only hair I've ever had was on my head and tail.” Her answer came out just above a whisper thanks to the collar. She shrugged then winced as the motion jostled her damaged arm. “Is that bad, Sir?”

“Not at all, Snack. In fact, it makes you a near perfect subject for eating! It's strange, I'll grant you that, but not a bad thing.” I let her know. “Now, get that arm back over here.”

She put her arm back in my mouth, even knowing what was coming. Such wasted potential in this one. She would have made the perfect plaything my girls and I. I once again ran my tongue over her eternally smooth skin, but only as a taste before crunching through her shoulder joint. 

She had been staring at my jaw this time, so the pain wasn't a surprise like before. She screamed, but unlike when she'd been put in the oil, this time it was no louder than a calm conversation. With a pop of an uncut tendon I tore the rest of her arm free and savored the flavor before swallowing.

After a few seconds looking at different potential pieces of Snack's body, I decided I'd keep my favorite parts for last. “I'm going to eat those sexy legs of yours next, so best you lay down now.”

She calmly did as told, keeping her legs spread in a fetching manner, her fingers a blur over her small smooth pussy. “Which one would you like first, Sir?” She asked, using her 'sexy voice'. Not a bad effort at one, to be honest. I felt myself growing had once again at the sights on sounds from my Snack.

“I'll leave the choice to you, Snack. In fact, why don't we make sure you have a good balance of pain and pleasure this time. Abby, please use your fingers to take her virginity and see if you can't make her squirt.” Abby jumped up, almost spilling her dish of thin sliced pieces of her own leftover breast meat. Gotta love that loli's enthusiasm for making others gush! 

Abby moved into position and told Snack what to expect, then took two fingers and slowly pushed them into the woman's pussy, as her other hand worked at Snack's clit. She met the resistance she'd expected, then looked Snack in the eyes, smiled and then thrust forward, taking the woman's virginity. She wasted no time and and I saw her fingers work the walls of her sex. Snack's look of discomfort switched to surprised delight, as Abby tapped and teased the woman's G-spot.

Abby leaned close and asked Snack “I want you to cum for me, June. Can you do that, pretty lady? Can you cum a flood of juices for me and Master. You know how much he wants to see you cum for all of us. Leslie wants you to squirt, too. Master is so hungry for your sexy little body. You saw how hard you made him cum all over your face.” Snacks breath was growing faster, turning into a pant as she grew closer and closer to what I could see was going to be an explosive orgasm.

Snack let out a whispery, shuddering cry and came. Her body looked like she was having a small seizure, her remaining hand clenched and unclenched, as her toes curled and wiggled around, her breasts heaving, her face and chest bright red, almost down to her erect nipples. Then she let loose a pumping spray of sweet smelling come, Abby's intervening palm causing to jet upwards onto her chest, coating her tits in Snack's juices.

Now was a good time to eat a leg. I had Abby move, and commanded Snack “Raise the leg you want me to eat, June.” Her eyes glazed from the ecstasy she just experienced, she wasted no time bringing her right leg up for me. Originally, I had planed on snapping all her limbs, giving her a taste of what her victims went through, but after the show she just put on, I felt a touch of mercy was in order.

I placed her dainty foot on my tongue, sealing my lips around her ankle. I tickled the bottom of her foot with my long tongue, getting a dreamy giggle out of the woman, causing her tits to bounce fetchingly, then went up her calf. I took more and more of her leg into my mouth, then started letting her foot go down my throat. Soon I was at her knee and just continued farther. I went up her legs, slathering her skin with my saliva to aid its trip down my gullet, until I reached the apex. Her crotch was pressed against my nostrils and I inhaled.

This scent! So much like Abby's! My god, it smelled so good! My jaws crunched down through her leg at the hip and the entire leg sank into my stomach. My hand shot out to smear her juices over as much of her body as I could, then I picked her up, one clawed hand around her knee, the other taking her elbow in a steal hard grip. I brought her body up, ignoring the screams of fear coming from my prey, and the ones of surprise from my two girls.

My eyes were drawn to the movement of her bouncing breasts as she dangled in front of me, and my head darted forward and my teeth sank into soft flesh and tore them from her chest. My eyes looked for the next target, and she had the misfortune to buck in my grip, causing her ass and tail to become my next target. I yanked her tail off her body with my teeth, taking some extra vertebrae before spitting it out. Going for the target with more meat, I took both cheeks of her ass in one huge bite, ripping them free from her pelvis. I then found the source of that intoxicating smell, and my jaw closed over her sex from the side, and simply removed her lower body with a wet tearing crunch. Her intestines spilled out in loops from her open torso.

I'm sure I would have ended June Chandler right then if my girls hadn't thrown themselves at me and gotten right in my face. Abby screamed at me to stop, tears streaming down her face, as Leslie tried to pry what was left of the woman from my hands.

“Master! Please don't do this! I love you!” My jaw was ready to attack the person in front of me, then her voice cut through whatever beast had come over me. I could feel my face relax, then change to a look of horror at what I had almost done. I had been about to bite my Abby's face off! Oh god! I almost killed my Abby! My little darlin'!        

I released my grip, and Snack fell into Leslie's waiting arms. Wasting no time, she ran to the bedroom, intent on getting the ruined body into the regeneration machine.

Abby was wrapped around my neck, clinging as if she thought I might try to leave. I looked down at the table and saw Snacks other leg, a small part of labia still attached and recognizable despite all the gore around it. Fucking shit! I've never lost control like that before! I came close with Abby that one time, but fuck! My hands shook as I held Abby close, like the lifeline she apparently was.                                      

I think Abby can take over from here. Damn. I wish she would have let me skip that shit.

Repercussions 

That was... Harsh. Sorry folks. But as they say, the show must go on.

It turns out, getting ripped apart by a ravenous carnivore it the midst of a sexual feeding frenzy is not good for you. Who would have thought? According to the regeneration tanks readout, it would take a little over eight hours to fix all the damage to Snack.

After Leslie got back from putting her into the tank, we found ourselves just sitting around the coffee table where Master had lost his shit for hours. Yes. I said he lost his shit. I didn't have any better words for what had happened. 

I'd already cleaned up the remains of Master's messy meal. I'd wrapped the leg and put it in the fridge. Cleaned up the guts and other fluids that had spilled, and put out an air freshener help with the smell of burst intestines. I do NOT like the smell of shit!

As we all sat there staring at the floor, I couldn't think of anything to say to make the feeling in the air go away. Leslie saved me from coming up with anything to say.

“Master, what happened? That... That wasn't like you. You're always so in control. So composed. Did she do something to set you off?” Her voice was full confusion about what had happened.

“No, sweetheart. She didn't do anything wrong. In fact, I'd planed on stopping after eating her limbs. Giving her some mercy for her good behavior. What you saw was something many dragon-kin suffer from. It has different triggers, often unique from person to person. Sometimes it's a smell or a taste or something they see. It seems mine is the smell and taste of female fox cum when combined with the taste of their meat. It must be the combo of those three, because I've made you squirt a hundred times since that first day, but if you remember, I haven't done it while eating you. If I make you cum while feeding, I make sure you don't squirt. I suspected this might be the case. Now I know it for a fact.” That might be the longest I've ever heard Master speak!

“Is there anything you can do to stop it? Is there anything we can do, Master.” I asked him.

He shrugged. “I'm not sure on either count. Before you came into my life darlin', I'd never suffered an episode. I thought maybe I was one of the lucky ones. Free of 'the frenzy', as we call it.” He shook his head gloomily. “I guess not.”

“Well if there isn't anything to be done about it, lets shelve the issue for now. What's the plan for tomorrow?” Leslie asked, always the practical one.

“I think we should be really nice to her tomorrow.” I pipped up. “She's going to wake up thinking she did something to displease Master. If she starts thinking she has no chance to 'be saved', she might give up on trying and go back to her old attitudes. That would ruin all our fun!”

“You're right, darlin'. The whole point of getting her was to have fun and enjoy a bunch of good meals while doing it. We'll give her a break from anything heavy until dinner time. And even then, we'll make sure to pamper our meat during preparation and when we eat her.” Master said and it reassured us both that the fun could continue.

“Hey Master?” Leslie asked. “How are we going to prepare her for lunch and dinner? You said you wanted to keep it light for lunch, and you told her she was going to join us for a normal breakfast.”

“Well Leslie, I want dinner to be a surprise for all of you, but I'm not 100% on what to do for lunch. Do either of you have an idea that would be on the gentler side for our Snack?” He said, looking between the two of us. 

After a few moments of thought, we both ended up shaking our head. Master sighed, then said “Well why don't we leave it up to her then? We can explain that we want to give her another chance by letting her choose, since her last idea went a little haywire. Sound like a plan?” Leslie and I said at the same time, both with a sense of relief “Yes.” Then we both laughed because it came out in perfect stereo.

“All right you two goofs, I feel like going to bed and just holding both of you in a cuddle. Let's hit the hay.” And we all gratefully headed to bed after a fun, but stressful day.

Breakfast in bed 1

When we woke up, it was to the tanks insistent beeping, letting us know Snack was done going through her second full regeneration. I was closest, so I rolled out of bed to stop the annoying sound. After tapping the [Alarm Stop] button, I read the information.

[Regeneration Sequence Finished] [Subject Status 100%] [2 Of 3 Regenerations Completed.] [1 More Regeneration Of 60% Or Greater Needed Before Full Body Backup Is Available.] [Subject Ready For Decanting.] [Start Decanting Process? Yes/No] Yes. [Decanting Finished] [Start Wake Up Cycle? Yes/No] Yes.

The tank made it's typical noises and then the ready light flashed on the lid. I opened the lid, and there lay Snack. Once again good as new. “Hi Abby. How mad is Mister Dranix?” She asked in a groggy but worried voice, as she struggled to sit up.

As I helped her to get up and out, I told her “Not at all, actually. In fact, Master was very pleased with how you did! He has decided today will be a good day for our Snack. This morning, you will be joining us for breakfast, but not AS breakfast.” I made sure to give her my best smile, to reassure her that all I said was true.

Her big eyes got even bigger, and tears began to gather in them and her shoulders started to hitch as she tried to hold the tears back. She threw herself at, burying her face in my belly as she clung to my waist. “Oh, thank you so much! Yesterday was so hard. I... I don't know if I could go through that again!”

Shit! Why did she have to be so nice now?! When she acted like this, I just had to keep reminding myself of what a horrible person she really was... But it was hard.

I patted her on the back and stroked her hair until she regained control of herself, then asked “So, feel like a shower?” She nodded with a wane smile. “Leslie? Master? To you guys want to join us?” They both just grunted and waved me away. Neither of them are morning people.  I just chuckled and walked with Snack to the bathroom.

We washed each other, then I turned all the shower heads on, and we just enjoyed the hot spray for a while, laying together on one of the benches. We did a little heavy petting, just relaxing in each others touch, then twenty minutes into our mutual laziness fest, we heard Master call from the bedroom 

“Abby darlin', can you get the door in a minute? I ordered eggs and pancakes for you and Snack, and some pork for Leslie and me. Thanks love!” Pork was actually genetically engineered micro pigs. They were the size of a rabbit. Perfect for swallowing whole... If you happened to be a feral-type kin that was carnivores.

Snack and I dried off and threw towels around ourselves, then headed to the living room to wait for our food.

A few seconds later, I heard a drone alert and opened the door to except our orders. Snack carried hers and mine, while I took the squealing box of piggies as we went back to the bedroom.

I handed the box off to Master for those two to deal with, then climbed back onto the bed, turned to take the bags holding our food from Snack then helped her climb up to join us.

As I unwrapped our breakfast, Snack stared as first Master then Leslie, pulled out a couple micro pigs and dropped them into their open maws. Master made his slide right down in one gulp, but Leslie had to take three swallows to get hers down. I could see Snack's eyes track the lumps of the piggies as they went down their respective throats. Weirdly enough, the whole time she watched, she had one hand under her towel, and it looked like she was playing with herself. Master ate three more, while Leslie seemed happy with her single helping of pork.

Once I got Snack to blink again, we enjoyed our own breakfast. The eggs were perfectly done sunny side up, while the pancakes were light and fluffy. I put maple syrup on mine, and Snack put butter and powdered sugar on hers. Master made some coffee for Leslie and himself and Snack asked if she could have a small cup, as well. I had a glass of orange juice and another of Leslie's cold milk from the fridge. Leslie asked Snack if she'd like some fresh milk for her coffee, and when she said “Sure. Thank you.”, she was a little shocked when Leslie bent over a squeezed one of her breasts, producing a strong stream of her sweet milk from her nipple. “Um... Thanks?” I laughed. “Try it. If you don't like it, I'll make you a new cup.” I assured her. 

She took a hesitant sip, smiled and said “It's very good! Thank you, Leslie.” She sounded somewhat shocked, but smiled at Leslie with gratitude. After she drank most of her coffee, she sat and stared into her nearly empty cup for a time. “I know I'm not that smart, and it took me a while, but I still figured it out.” She suddenly said. 

“What do you mean?” Master asked.

“The carrot and the stick. The chance at a reprieve is the carrot. The fear of death is the very big stick. You use them both, to keep me from being a bitch, like I was when I first got here. Please! Let me finish.” Master had been about to say something, but decided to let her finish. “I don't blame you for doing it even.” She let out a barking laugh. “Ha! There I go again! Throwing my life away again. First I let mother fuck me up with all her baggage, and letting her manipulate me my whole life growing up, then I get caught doing what she told me. Now I do it again, letting you people manipulate me. But at least you tried to give me some hope, and a li... A lot of pleasure while doing it. Thanks for that, by the way.” She paused, but none of us said a thing. “And I know I probably just fucked myself saying all this, but even though it sucks being eaten, the sex makes up for it weirdly enough.”

We were all silent after that. I don't think any of us even knew what to say. She saved us the trouble of coming up with anything. “I'm guessing you're not hungry right now, but could you please just finish me off for lunch? I don't think I can take getting boiled or torn apart again, but if you want to do something like that, I won't complain. I know I can't be allowed to live after what I did. And as meat, I don't have any rights. Even if you decide to torture snuff me, I won't fight or even complain.” After that, she seemed to be finished. She continued to stare at her empty cup.

Master reached out and put one finger under her chin, raising her face to get her to look at him. “Yes, June. We bought you to use, to play with, and after the 72 hour limit kill you. And I'm still going to end your life at the end of that time. Despite what we told you, it is not possible to save your life, and for what you did, I wouldn't even if I could. But that doesn't mean I have to make you suffer needlessly. Tomorrow, when it is time, I will make your end not only painless, but send you off in the middle of an orgasm.”

Snacks face went from resignation to gratitude as Master spoke. “And once again, I find myself thanking my executioner.” She laughed, but it was a pleasant laugh. It sounded like it was on the edge of turning into weeping, or maybe a scream.

I took her in my arms and told her “We don't hate you, even if we're going to kill you. Most people that end up like you are used in horrible ways. Raped and tortured. I saw a video online where someone bought a young girl... Younger than even me. The person skinned the girl alive. That was on the first day he had her. It took the other 48 hours for that girl to die.” I felt her struggle in my arms, so I went on quickly. “But we are not like that, June! The only pain Master gives us is what we ask him to give us. And he always gives us pleasure first... And during, and afterwards. Master believes that a mix of the two not only make for a fantastic sex life, but also makes us taste better when he feeds on us. And Leslie and I don't begrudge his doing that. We know what he is; a carnivore. That gets sexually aroused when he eats beautiful girls...” I paused and looked at Master. “I think you might be kinda fucked up, Master.” I told him in a deadpan voice. I had perfect timing, as he's just been taking a sip of his coffee when I said that. He sprayed it all over, then started laughing loudly!

“Haha! I guess when you put it like that, then yeah. I might be a little fucked up. You complaining darlin'?”

“Oh no, Master. I have way to much fun for me to ever complain!” Even June laughed at my silly antics with Master.

“So if you're not going to kill or torture me, what's next then?” Snack asked. 

“I don't know about Master and Leslie, but I'm going to fuck you silly!” I told her. “I plan on using you as a sex toy for the next few hours.” And with a wicked grin, I simply picked her small form up. She squealed in surprise when I did that, but when I spread my legs and made her start scissoring with me her mouth opened in an Oh of surprise, then here hips started to grind her pussy against mine as I did the same to hers.

Master started kissing me and gently squeezing my breasts. His tongue played with mine, as he lifted me enough that I was using his lap as a pillow. Oh, this was a nice switch! Usually it was him using MY lap as a pillow.

Leslie moved behind Snack and did the same for her, taking Snack's 'to-large-her-body' jugs and kneading them together and rolling her nipples between her fingers. I could see Snack's cheeks bulge out as her whole mouth was invaded by Leslie's large tongue. Snack even reached behind her and found one of Leslie's breasts and started playing with it, trying to return some of the pleasure she was getting from the wolf-kin.  
     
The feeling of my lips and clit rubbing against Snack's smaller set was causing me to leak rather badly. It felt like we were going fast enough to start a fire if we hadn't both been so wet. Snack suddenly started to tense up, as an orgasm washed over her tiny body, and the feel of her cumming and twitch pussy sent me over into my own.

I looked up at Master and begged him “Please fuck me while I'm cumming, Master!”, and he smoothly lifted me up and pulled me to his lap and lining my entrance up with the tip of his manhood, simply let me settle down over his hard shaft, my weight doing the work of impaling me in a slow slide down. I wiggled my hips to help work my way to the base as the wash of pleasure from my orgasm just kept going. The feeling of being stretched to the edge of rupturing making me my voice rise in something that I'm sure was a perfect mix of pain and joy to anyone that heard it.

I heard what sounded like Snack say “It's so soft!” in a tone of wonder. I opened my eyes to see that Leslie and her were now lying on their sides in a 69 position. Leslie was lapping at Snack entire crotch, from clit to anus, over and over with her wide tongue. Snack, like everyone else, seemed to be entranced by Leslie's miracle muff, staring and running her fingers over her silky soft velveteen lips. 
             
“Use your lips and tongue to feel it, Snack. It's even better that way.” I said, or at least that's what I tried to say. It's kinds hard to talk when Master is in the middle of giving me a mind-blowing orgasm! I think she understood what I was trying to say, because she started making out with Leslie's pussy like it was a mouth she was french kissing. Seeing as Leslie started sucking on Snack's tiny snatch as soon as the fennec-kin started doing it, I think she liked how things turned out.

My orgasm finally wound down, and my body went limp. Ones that good always did that to me. I was still impaled on Masters spear though, so seeing I was out of it, he gently lifted me up, which caused be to twitch as a few aftershocks went through me, before he lay me down on the bed to recover. I could see him stroking himself through my lidded eyes as he watched the other two females pleasuring each other.

Leslie suddenly reached down and pressed Snack's head hard into her sex as she started grinding it into Snack's face, letting out a long shuddering whine as she came.

Apparently, is was too much for Master, as he effortlessly picked both women up, and laying down on his back, he shoving Leslie down on his turgid member, while he sat Snack right in his mouth, his tongue sliding into her. Leslie scream of pain soon turned into one of pleasure as Master pistoned into her. Snack must have had a flashback to yesterday, because she just looked scared until Master hit her G-spot with his wonderful tongue. Then her eyes grew even bigger than normal, as a grin grew on her face and she grabbed one of her nipples with one hand, and one of masters head ridge spikes with the other, arching her back as she wiggled her sexy little ass on Master chin. It wasn't long until she let out a mewling scream as she came into Master's open mouth.

The rest of the morning went like that, with Snack being passed between us like a bowl of popcorn we all wanted to get a taste of. We all came... A lot! But none more than the condemned murderer, June Chandler. We all were having so much fun, fucking nonstop except for short breaks to catch our breaths and to get re-hydrated that we simply forgot any plans for lunch. Master later told me he had planed on slicing of  Snacks breasts into cold cuts for me and Leslie to make sandwiches with , and eating the other straight off her for lunch for himself.

Around two in the afternoon, Master got a delivery notice on his personal comm, and we all finally realized how long we'd been at it on the bed. We were all sticky with... Well, you know what. Leslie suggested we should all take a quick shower to wash all the sex off us before seeing what was getting delivered, so as a group we all trooped into the bathroom. Since we'd just spent the last five hours fucking, we didn't even fool around... Much.

Ten minutes after we all got dried off, and Master had put on some pants, there was a buzz from the apartment door. Master answered and signed for a very large package, then took it right into the kitchen. Of course, we all followed him, curious to see the new gadget he'd bought. 

By the time we got there, he was already tearing the packaging off to reveal a pile of chromed  metal and and stainless steel parts. Master found something he seemed to have been looking for. It was a bottle with a clear liquid inside. He tossed it to me and said “Take Snack into the lavatory and have Snack drink all of that. Then make sure she doesn't fall in the toilet. That's a colon cleanser. She needs to be clean inside and out for dinner. And Snack? Don't look so worried. I'm pretty sure you'll like this cooking method. The online catalog said as much, anyway.” 

Master went to work setting the thing up, and Leslie and I led Snack to the bathroom to 'cleans'. We gave her the cleanser, and she leapt onto the toilet! After 20 awkward minutes, Snack was as empty as a person can get by shitting. We cleaned her up and Leslie carried the tired fennec-kin woman in her arms to the kitchen.

The package Master had ordered turned out to be a stove-top rotisserie, big enough to accommodate even Leslie's tall frame, but it seemed to be fully adjustable to fit kin even smaller than Snack. I think I'm going to let Master explain how this thing works. I'm no chef, and I wouldn't know where to even begin on that thing. As I told Master. “I'm not a cook! I'm an ingredient!”. 

The next few lines are Masters own words. I'll let you know when I take over from him.                    

Dranix here. Abby told me to give you the technical information on the new kitchen tool, so here ya go. It's and accessory for the range I have called a 'Range top live spitting rotisserie attachment'. Ya, I know. It seems like all these companies suck at coming up with good names for their products. That's fine, because they all work great. This thing uses an AI guided scope to thread a flexible steel spit through a living person either anally, or with some small damage to the food, vaginally and out the mouth. Then with help from a setup similar to what my oven has, will keep the meal alive and aware throughout the cooking process.

It has a catch basin along the length of the spit to catch the drippings, so we can baste our meal. It will also catch any other juices that may be produced 'through stimulation of the meal', as the manual says. To translate; it'll catch Snack's juices as we help her cum a lot. 

There's an outdoor version for barbecuing in your back yard, too. That one is a lot more fancy than the one I got for indoor cooking. 

With the amount of cooking we do, maybe it would be nice to have some place we could do it outdoors. Abby has been giving some heavy hints that we should get a bigger place, Why not one with a nice backyard? I'd have to think about it. Abby, I can't think of anything else to say about it. You want to take back the reins on this?

Yes Master. Just to let you know readers, this next part I found super sexy!