'Nice meat. Going to let the sun have all the fun, or you girls up for some real roasting?' The voice is husky, cocky, and slightly amused, and I can only assume it's the owner who's blocking out my sunlight. I open my eyes, intent on telling her to fuck off, but when I see the woman standing over me, the breath catches in my throat. The first thing I notice is muscular legs encased in knee-high leather boots and skintight leather trousers that might as well have been painted on. Powerful thighs that continue up to ample hips, her hands partly down her pockets in a pose that combine with her sligthly spread legs to ooze casual confidence. Above the edge of her trousers, there's a tantalising sliver of smooth skin visible before being covered by a black leather jacket. As my eyes trail further up, I can see a few gang patches are sewn onto it, their meaning lost on me, too distracted by the way her waist narrows slightly anyway. Her breasts push against the front of the jacket, the zip partway down, and I find myself wishing I was standing up, so I could look down at what is undoubtedly an impressive cleavage. My tongue flicks out to wet my lips slightly before I finally raise my eyes enough to meet hers.
She's got a strong face, more striking then beautiful, a tattoo snaking up from her back and around her neck. Her dark eyes are roaming over my naked body appreciatively, and completely without shame. I'm trying to decide if I should cover myself, and also still attempting to formulate a response, but am distracted by short, messy hair dyed purple and falling in loose strands, and her eyes finally meeting mine.
'Cat got your tongue? That's ok, eloquency isn't important in a meatslut. Besides, there are plenty of other things you could use it for that I'll enjoy...' She gives me a sultry wink, and her eyes flash down towards my naked pussy. I can feel my face flushing, my thighs clenching unconsciously as I try to decide if I should cross my legs in an attempt to block her view or not.
'Nice fillet too. Bet those sluts you're with enjoy eating it? Would taste even better once it's been carved out and roasted, though...' An image of just that flashes through my head, my precious pussy reduced to nothing but a fillet, a piece of meat roasted to delicious perfection. Before the leather chick has time to make me even more flustered than she already has, Sara comes to my rescue.
'Hey! That's my fiancée you're harassing, and you're not going to eat her, raw or roasted, so I suggest you fuck off and go bother someone else!' I turn my head to look at her, and see that she's raised herself slightly on her elbows, sunglasses pushed up in her hair as she's glaring at the stranger. On my other side, I can hear my sister, Becky, rolling over onto her back, woken up from her dozing by Sara's angry yelling.
'Easy tiger. I'm not trying to steal your girlfriend - '
'Fiancée! Sara interjects forcefully.
' - fiancée, then - away from you. Not really. In fact, I'd like to invite all three of you to become meat for a party I'm throwing this evening.' The cocky smirk never leaves her face as her eyes slowly move from Sara, back to me, and on to Becky, eyeing us all predatorily. I can feel a strong surge of fear, but also, undeniably, lust course through me at her words, but before I have a chance to embarrass myself, Becky speaks up.
'And why the hell would we let some random girl serve us up for a bunch of people we've never met? In fact, what makes you think we want to cook at all, bitch?' She's sitting up on her elbows as well, joining Sara in her attempt to stare the leather chick down. The glares don't seem to faze her in the least though, instead she responds in a tone that suggests it's the most obvious thing in the world.
'What, you mean to tell me that three sexy meatsluts like you, sunbathing in the nude aren't doing it just to show of your cuts? As if. I know a meatslut when I see one, even if she hasn't realised it herself yet. And you girls - I bet your fillets are getting wet already, thinking of being turned into meat. I can practically smell your juices.' I want to be horrified by her words, really I do, but... It's not like I've never fantasised about it. Sara and me even play cooking games sometimes, and they always result in mindblowingly amazing sex. Much as my conscious mind wants to deny it, her assertation that my pussy is wet is painfully true, and I wonder if she can actually smell me. The thought makes me blush even further, and though I try to fight it, I can't help closing my legs, rubbing my thighs together for a second, desperate for any kind of stimulation. I close my eyes for a moment, letting out just the slightest moan of pleasure, but when I open them again, the leather chick is looking right at me.
'You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Even if those other two meatsluts try to deny it, you know you want to become meat for me. I promise I'll make you taste good.' She grins wide, showing her sharp, white teeth, and I imagine what they'd look like biting into a piece of roasted meat. I try telling myself that it's not my meat I'm picturing between her teeth, but it's no use. I don't even know this girl, but I can't deny that the idea of submitting my meat to her, giving up everything I am just to let her devour me is an incredible turn on.
'Ugh, don't listen to her, honey. She's just desperate to get some quality meat for free. Probably made a bet that if she can't find enough she'll be on the menu herself, stupid bitch.' Even though I'm still looking at the leather chick, I can picture the exact look on Sara's face as she speaks rolling her eyes at the gall of this stranger. The woman herself simply scoffs, not bothered in the least by Sara's accusations.
'Please. Do you have any idea who I am? Most women only get to dream of being main course for one of our parties. But I thought three sexy meatsluts like you would appreciate the chance of being butchered and roasted by us. You've got some prime cuts on you, and I promise you'll never get a better offer. But if you insist on this charade of not wanting to become meat, well...' She shrugs and turns around slowly, making as if to walk away, and that's when I see her colours. There are a number of smaller patches on the back of her jacket who's significance is lost on me, but the pink sapphire proudly displayed at the center makes me gasp in surprise.
'Wait!' The voice is desperate, barely recognisable as my own, and I hear shocked gasp from both sides of me, immediately followed by a tentative 'Honey?' from Sara. It's to late though, the leather chick I now know to be a member of Sappo's Sapphires is slowly turning back around, arrogant smirk firmly in place, one eyebrow raised. Apparently, neither Sara or Becky can think of anything to say, as there are several endless seconds of silence before the leather chick speaks, looking me straight in the eye.
'Something you want to say... Meatslut?' I can feel a shiver of fear run through me at being called that, but my pussy also clenches wantonly.
'I... Are you really from Sappho's Sapphires?' I look down shyly, avoiding her gaze. We both know that's not what I wanted to say.
'President of the local chapter. We're celebrating finally kicking the last rival band out of the area, that's why I'm out looking for meat. Going to have out of state members visiting, we need more girls than are on our waiting list.' She's so casual about it, talking about women as meat, I wonder how many she's eaten. I wonder how good my cuts would be compared to some of the other meatsluts she's eaten, but try my best to crush the thougth immediately. Not other meatsluts. Just meatsluts. I'm not one. Instead, I snatch onto something else she said, not even trying to hide my disbelief.
'Waiting list? Are you saying there's a waiting list for becoming meat for you?'
'Sure there is. Letting the girls come to us is so much easier than going out hunting. Not like there's a shortage of meatsluts just begging to be carved and roasted. We've got open house twice a month, letting girls come in and get graded and written up. Then we always have someone to call if we want some fresh meat.' I can feel my throat going dry at the thought of being nothing but a simple phone call away from becoming meat. Willingly signing up for that, knowing that any day, you can get a call to be slaughtered and roasted to provide meat for some people who couldn't care less about you as anything but a meal. Only a true meatslut would want that... But it's getting more and more difficult to convince myself that's not exactly what I am. A meatslut, eager to give up everything just so strangers can feast on my body, my biggest concern being how good I'll taste.
'So if we get... you know... done, today, we get to skip the list?' That was so not what I meant to say, but I can feel my heart speeding up as the words leave my mouth. I can hear Becky hissing angrily at me to one side, but I'm completely mesmerised by the way the woman is looking at me, assessing my meat. I suddenly understand what's meant by feeling like a deer caught in headlights. I know she wants to eat me, yet I can't help thinking that maybe I want her to eat me too...
'Told you it's a good offer. Just say yes, and we'll have you butchered, roasted and carved before the night is over. By this time tomorrow, you'll be nothing but bones, and the fond memory of a good meal. I doubt there'll even be any leftovers, you look that tasty.' She winks, and I flush with pleasure at the compliment. She thinks I look tasty!
'Listen lady.' Becky is using her big sister voice, exasperated at an argument that's been going on for too long already. ' I'm sure it's a great offer that any meatslut would be proud to accept and all, but we're not meatsluts. None of us.' At this she turns her head sideways, looking straight at me. ' And we're not interested. So thanks, but no thanks. With that, she rolls back over onto her front, appearantly intending to ignore the Sapphire chick till she goes away. I can hear her towel rustling as she squirms around though, not as unaffected as she pretends.
To my other side, I can see Sara biting her lip nervously. She's obviously uncomfrotable with the situation, but her nipples are hard, and I can tell that her breathing is a little quicker than usual. Apparently none of us are as unaffected as we'd like to be. Still, I was the one who asked the Sapphire chick to wait, and it's me she's once again turned her attention to.
'Big sister can't handle that you're all grown up and turned into a meatslut, huh?' She rolls her eyes, like we're sharing some private joke on Becky's expense, her tone at the same time amused but also challenging, daring me. 'Tell you what, if she's too scared to admit what she wants, you can just come on your own. I'll have to find some more meat, but your cuts will look great sizling over the grill. Your fiancée is of course invited too, wouldn't mind sinking my teeth into her meat either. You both look nice and juicy.' Her eyes flicker to Sara before she winks at the pair of us.
'Honey...' Sara's voice is nervous, pleading, but I'm not sure what it is she wants. I don't think she knows herself either. I reach out, and a moment later I feel her hand in mine, warm, strong and reassuring.
'She wants to eat us... For real. We're nothing but meat to her.' Her voice is small, frightened, but there's also a breathiness too it which I know means she's aroused.
'I know, but it's just...' I swallow and look down, biting my lip nervously before a comforting squeeze from Sara's hand make me look back up to meet her eyes. 'It sounds so, well, sexy. Being butchered and roasted as nothing but meat... It's not like we've never fantasised about that before.' I grin nervously, and this time it's Sara looking down, and me squeezing her hand. 'If we don't do it now, I don't know if I'll ever be brave enough to go through with it and... I know this sounds crazy but... I want to. I want it for both of us.' I give her hand another squeeze, and she finally looks, her eyes meeting mine. 'Just imagine. The two of us becoming meat together, just a couple of meatsluts to be eaten by Sapphos Sapphires.' I know my voice is pleading, but I can also feel my own arousal at the thought, and after an endless moment, Sara gives a quick, terse nod.
'Ok.' Is all she says, but the significance of that simple word makes my arousal spike intensely as I picture not just my own, but also Sara's, pussy; cut out and roasted, lying next to eachother on a plate, nothing but two delicious fillets to be enjoyed, but also, ultimately, forgotten. I take a deep breath, not breaking eye contact.
'Ok.' I smile nervously at Sara, giddy with excitement. Then I remember Becky behind me, still doing her best to pretend she isn't affected. I roll over to face her, still lying on her front with her face turned away from me. Still, I know she must have heard every word we said, and I can see her body is tense. Carefully, I reach out a hand and place it on her shoulder.
'We're not... Meatsluts.' She forces the word out, her voice highpitched, tinged with desperation. 'We're... Someone! I have a house, a job. A life. You two are engaged, you're going to be married. We're not just... Meat for some girl we've never met before.' She takes a deep, shuddering breath, then continues in a much smaller voice. 'I know we're not. I don't want to be a eaten... I just...' She turns her face to me, and I see tears glistening in her eyes, but I also see that she's flush with arousal. 'I don't want to be a meatslut. The idea of roasting turns me on so fucking much, and you have no idea how much that scares me...' I reach out for her, and a moment later we're hugging tight, my mouth close to her ear.
'I'm scared too but... It's no use trying to deny what I am. I never knew it before, but now I know, there's no going back... I'm a meatslut and... Well, so is Sara - ' I turn my head to look at her over my shoulder, seeing her nodding in affirmation, nervous but determined. ' - and even though it scares us... We're going to be meat for this party, because the idea sounds so sexy that I don't know if I could say no even if I wanted to. And if you don't want to, that's fine. I love you, I'll always love you, no matter what you decide, but... If you want to... We'd love to have you made into meat with us. Isn't that right?' I Look to Sara again, and she immediately murmurs her agreement, and a moment later, I can feel Becky go slack in my arms, all the figth suddenly gone out of her.
'Ok.' Is all she says, resting in my arms as I can feel her shivering nervously.
I look up at the Sapphire chick who's been looking on with detached interest, her predatory smile firmly in place as she looks down at the 3 of us, naked and shivering with fear and arousal as we wonder just what she has in store for us.
'Ok.' I say, surprised at the strength of my own voice. 'We'll be meat for your party. All three of us, butchered, roasted and eaten any way you like. Just... Just make us taste good.' She grins down at me in response, showing her sharp white teeth.
'You, my sexy little meatsluts, are going to be delicious.'
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Lying on the bed, my hands tied together and then attached with a short length of rope to the headboard, I can't help rubbing my thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction. If I lift my head up and look to the right, I can see Sara lying next to me, tied up similarly, and also squirming slightly. Becky is to the other side, not on the bed, but sitting in a large wicker chair, arms tied behind her back, a black ballgag filling her mouth lewdly. There's a group of Sappho's Sapphires standing around us, looking at our naked bodies hungrily. They're all dressed similarly, black leather pants and jackets with various patches on that I can only assume mark rank or achivements or some such. Most of them have short cut hair, dyed in various strong colours - red, green, pink, jet black. Some of them have strapons of diffrent shapes and sizes in their hands, not a single one smaller than what I'd consider 'average'. A bit off to one side stands the president, the chick who picked us up, smirk firmly in place, and a large, purple strapon held loosely in her hand.
'There you have them, Sapphires. Those three meatsluts will provide the rest of the meat for this evenings feast. Since there's some time yet, we can all have some fun with them. Just try not to snuff them, or damage their meat. Apart from that -' she smiles slowly and dangerously ' - let's make sure they're good and tender before going on the grill!' There are eager murmurs of agreement after the head chick finishes her speech, and I can feel desire pooling hotly in my gut at the way some of those bikers are looking at us. Not like women, but like pieces of meat. They move slowly closer, spreading out around us as if they agreed in advance who goes where, some hanging back as others move nearer. I notice that the president is staying behind for now, leaning against the wall casually as she looks on. Suddenly, a strong but soft hand grips my face and turns it to the side, making me look up at a stunning dark skinned girl, a harsh look on her beautiful features.
'You ready to eat some cunt before we eat you, meatslut?' She's still wearing her jacket, though it's undone at the front, but when my eyes trail down her body, I see that's all she's wearing. I see smooth, brown skin covering strong muscles in her legs, tautening alluringly as she climbs onto the bed. I can smell her juices, and there's visible wetness clinging to the short, curly hair covering her pussy. As she straddles my head, she moves her hand from my face to my hair, gripping it tightly and close to the roots, holding me in place. My eyes trail slowly up her body, from her slit that's clearly visible through her trimmed pubes, up over the flat plane of her muscular abdomen, to her small but wellformed breasts, before meeting her eyes as she stares down at me lustily. I find myself wishing that my hands were free so I could touch this beautiful creature above me.
'Stick your tongue out and show me what you've got. I know this isn't the first cunt you've sucked.' I quickly obey, broadening my tongue and sticking it out as far as possible, eager to taste her. She favours me with a quick smile of anticipation, then reaches down with her left hand to spread her lips, bringing her pink inner flesh and the the hard nub of her clitoris into view. Finally, she lowers herself down onto my waiting mouth, both of us moaning as my soft tongue comes into contact with her dripping pussy. I start with a long, soft swipe from below her hole to just shy of her clit, earning me a pleased, purring rumble, and then I lose myself in all the sensations of her body.
I relish the taste and smell of her pussy and the warmth of her smooth thighs against the side of my face. The gasps and moans of encouragement that spill from her mouth in an endless stream as she guides me where she wants attention, the hand in my hair pulling just hard enough to create a bit of delicious pain without it being too much. She's warm, soft and yielding under my mouth and tongue as I lap over her clit, push my tongue into her, and hungrily suck her lips into my mouth. I close my eyes and nuzzle up against her soaking pussy, smearing her juices all over my face as I feel her hips starting to move of their own accord.
She's only been straddling me for a minute or two when I feel strong hands gripping my ankles, lifting my legs straight up in the air. I can feel someone shuffling close, my legs put to rest against their upper body, soft breasts covered in leather against the back of my calves. Then a thick dildo rubbing up and down between my lips a few times, gathering wetness, before being pushed into me. It's bigger than I'm used to, and I can't help a pained gasp into the pussy pressed agaisnt my mouth as I feel it stretch me open. I'm not given any time to adjust before I feel strong hands on my hips, the fingers digging in possessively, and then the dildo is pushed deep in one smooth thrust, knocking all the wind out of me. I can feel the woman grinding her hips against mine for a moment, while the hand in my hair pulls my head back slightly, wetness clinging to my face as I look up at the beauty above me.
'You like being fucked, don't you, meatslut?' I nod up at her, unable to formulate a reply as I feel the delicious friction of the strapon slowly pulling out before being thrust back in, pleasure mixing with the sting of stretching. In the end, I just moan like a bitch in heat, before she again pulls my face close and I lose myself in her pussy.
'Before the night is over, that tight little cunt of yours will be nothing but a roasted piece of meat... Best enjoy having it fucked while you can.' Her voice is taunting, with a strong undercurrent of desire. This act of sex between predator and meat turns her on as much as it does me, I have no doubt. Even as she starts grinding harder on my face as her pleasure grows, I can feel the woman fucking me change her angle to hit all the sweet spots inside me, and a hand I can only assume belongs to her moves down to tease my clitoris with quick, nimble fingers. I moan into the girl above me, arching my back in pleasure as I feel an orgasm get near.
The woman above me gets there first though, groaning and pressing my face close as her strong thighs capture my head. I find myself wishing I was fingering her, so I could feel her inner walls clenching while she coats my face in even more of her juices, her hips moving erratically as she comes down from her orgasm, smearing the wetness all over me. Then she lets go of my head and looks down at me with a sated grin, taking a moment to catch her breath before she speaks.
'You were good at that, meatslut. Can't wait till it's my turn to taste you.' She looks at me hungrily for half a heartbeat before the meaning becomes clear, and then I can feel my own eyes widen in shock. The reminder of my new status as meat, combined with the attention my pussy is getting, sends me over the edge, gasping and writhing on the bed as pleasure flows through me, burning all conscious thought away.
When I return to reality there's no dildo inside me, nor a woman straddling my face. Next to my side of the bed stand the girl I ate out and another biker - still fully dressed, but with a glistening wet strapon attached over her tight leather pants. I can't help feeling a bit shocked that she didn't even bother to get undressed before fucking me, but before I have time to think about it, someone else catches my attention. Becky is still sitting in the wicker chair, naked and bound, with the ballgag firmly in place, but there's a definite blush to her cheeks, and I can see her squirming in the seat, rubbing her thighs together. Next to her stands one of the bikers I believe to be second in command to the president who picked us up, leaning down to whisper in Becky's ear as they both look right at me. While talking, she's slwoly running her hands over Becky's front, feeling her up teasingly. I take in the view for several long seconds, unable to think of anything to say, then I hear a breathy moan to my right - Sara! I roll over to face her, but at the sight of her my breath catches and I can feel fresh desire ignite in my gut.
My beautiful fiancée is gasping for breath, like she does when she's coming down from a really good orgasm. Her face is glistening with juices, her hair wet and clinging to her head. Her entire upper body flushed with pleasure, and I can see small shivers of it still coursing through her, like afterquakes. She rolls her head towards me, slowly opening her eyes to look at me and smile lazily. I don't think she's ever looked so lasciviously sexy before, not even after our most heated lovemaking. Something about committing to us becoming meat makes everything feel more... real. I try to reach out to her, to touch her face, but I'm quickly reminded my wrists are bound, and then I can hear the president speak.
'Touching. No need to worry, meatsluts, you'll get a chance to fuck eachother goodbye before it's time for the feast. First, though, there are some more of my girls who want to enjoy your bodies before we slaughter you and turn them into meat.'
I can feel the bed dip to my left, and as I roll onto my back, another biker is settling above my face. Her pussy is shaved bare save for a small landing strip, and I find myself licking my lips as I look up at her plump lips. Someone else is lifting my legs up and away again, then I feel another dildo pressing against my opening, and I only just have time to let out a sigh of pleasure before the woman above me lowers herself onto my eager mouth.
After that, I lose my sense of time. It feels like an endless parade of wet pussies and hard, big strapons, drenching my face and making me orgasm repeatedly, yet still leaving me eager for more. Never in my life have I felt so wanton, so insatiable, and when I eventually find myself without a woman above me, nor one fucking me, for long enough to think again, I can't help feeling slightly disappointed. But only untill I see Becky. She's standing up, arms freed and ballgag removed. The same chick who was whispering to her earlier is wrapped around her body from behind, both of them looking at me and Sara intently as the biker is again whispering in Becky's ear. That's when I see her right hand, lewdly stroking a large, crimson strapon jutting from Becky's hips. I'm too focused on Becky and the biker to notice who it is, but I can feel someone untying my wrists, and that seems to be what the biker was waiting for. She slaps Becky on the butt, pushing her towards the bed, stage whispering so everyone in the room can hear her.
'Go on. Go fuck your sister. Fuck her like the piece of meat she is.' I look up at Becky, my eyes wide as saucers, as she stumbles towards the bed in a daze. Then suddenly she's on top of me, and then she's in me, and I'm wrapping my arms and legs around her, hugging her close as she starts fucking me.
The first few thrusts are awkward, but then I turn my face to hers, and we share a deep, open mouthed kiss, letting her taste the countless women I've eaten out on my mouth and tongue. She looks down at me in wonder as I bite my lip, giving her my best sexy look, before pulling her head down so her ear is close to my mouth. I swipe my warm, soft and wet tongue over her ear once, making her shudder in my arms, before whispering hotly.
'I love you Becky... But I'm still a meatslut. So please, Rebecca, fuck me like she said, like a piece of meat.' For a moment she's still in my arms, then she pulls nearly all the way out before slamming the strapon back into me, making me gasp in pained pleasure. Immediately she pulls back again and starts fucking me with hard, deep thrusts, making me moan and whimper as I cling to her, the large strapon stretching and filling me repeatedly. I cross my legs behind her back, thrusting up against her, trying to pull her closer, deeper, every hard thrust making my heart swell with love, and my pussy burn with lust.
After a few minutes of my sister roughly fucking me, she suddenly stiffens in my arm, letting out a small, suprised yelp. I'm about to ask her why she stopped, beg her to continue, but before I can say anything, she gives me a dirty grin.
'Your fiancée just put her finger up my ass...' I can feel her wriggling her hips, pushing back against Sara before turning her head to look over her shoulder. 'More... Please... And some in my pussy too...' She licks her lips, then lets out a low, sexy growl that can only mean Sara complied and now have at least two fingers in Becky's ass. 'Ohhh, that's it, get them all the way in... Mmm, I love it in the ass...' She lets out another breathy moan, then starts slowly fucking me again, though with shorter thrusts. She quickly falls into a steady rhythm, moaning above me from Sara's fingers, and I'm unable to resist slipping a hand between our bodies to play with my own clit. I orgasm quickly after that, moaning out my sisters name over and over as I'm again overcome with pleasure.
Sara seems in no mood to wait for me to recover though, quickly rolling Becky off me and onto her back. There's a predatory look on Sara's face as she pushes Becky further up on the bed, quickly pulling the strapon off and throwing it aside before burying her face between Becky's legs. I see two, then three fingers from Sara's right hand disappear up my sisters tight ass, making her groan sexily even as Sara spreads her labia with her right hand, going straight for Becky's clit with her tongue.
For a minute, I'm content to watch my fiancée go down on my sister, fingers pumping in and out as she laps her juices up hungrily, Becky moaning and writhing as her own hands play with her breasts, squeezing them and rolling her nipples. The bikers are all standing around us, enjoying the show their meat is putting on for them, some clothed, some naked, and several still wearing the strapons they used to fuck Sara and me. That gives me an idea, and I quickly pick up the discarded strapon Becky used on me. It's covered in my juices, and I can't resist sucking it into my mouth, moaning at the taste as I swirl my tongue around it before pulling it out slowly, keeping my lips tightly sealed around the shaft till it leaves my mouth with a wet pop. I wink at the bikers, hoping they enjoyed my slutty display, and quickly strap the dildo on, kneeling behind Sara and running my hands slowly over her her back before guiding the strapon into her dripping pussy.
The thick shaft slides into her much easier than usual, undoubtedly a result of all the fucking she's already received. Still, I can hear a low, purring moan as I push the dildo all the way in, her ass wriggling invitingly as she lifts her head from becky's pussy for just a moment.
'Don't be gently honey. Like a piece of meat.' Her voice is breathy, and husky with pleasure. I don't say anything, but take a firm grip on her hips, digging my fingers into her, letting her feel my nails.
Usually, I think of Sara and me as making love, but this isn't it. I'm fucking into her with everything I've got, slamming the thick dildo home in her with every thrust. I place one hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her down into Becky's pussy, even as my thrusts push her forwards. There's the slightest hint of pain to her whimpering moans, but that only spurs me on further, wanting her to feel truly used by the time I'm done with her. I meet Becky's eye above the quivering form of my fiancée and grin savagely as I continue to force the thick dildo in and out of Sara's pussy. The sounds of our fucking fills the air, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh every time my hips meet Sara's ass, the slick sounds of the dildo sliding in and out, and the lewd sucking from Sara's mouth. Above it all is our breathing, mine laboured and with grunts of effort, Sara's gasping and whimpering with my thrusts, and Becky's moaning and husky with pleasure.
It's not long before Becky reaches her climax, back arched and hands on her own breasts, pinching her nipples. She lets out a guttural moan that turns into a keening wail as she closes her legs behind Sara's head, her hips humping up against her face. Sara, for her part, lets out a deep hum of appreciation as Becky cums on her mouth, fingers and tongue, and a few seconds after Becky, she stiffens in orgasm too. She pushes back against the dildo a few, frantic humps, then quivers all over before her legs give out and she collapses, the strapon sliding out of her with an obscene, wet slurp.
I remain kneeling, looking down on the beautiful mess that are the two people I love the most. Becky is leaning back against the headboard, legs splayed wide open with a happy, satiated smile on her lips, eyes closed. Sara is lying bonelessly on her side, still quivering occasionally, her head resting high on Becky's thigh, face turned towards Becky's pussy and shining with wetness. Her eyes are also closed, and she's making content, purring sounds as Becky is gently petting and brushing her damp hair.
I hear whistles and catcalls from the bikers around us, but ignore them. This is a moment just for the three of us. Instead of acknowledging our audience, I lie down and rest my head on Becky's other thigh. The smell of pussy is strong, but entirely welcome, and as Becky's other hand comes down to stroke through my hair, I reach out to hold Sara's hand in mine. She opens her eyes slowly at the contact, and when I squeeze her hand she returns it, along with a dazzling smile, before closing her eyes again.
I'm not sure how long we rest like that, our heartbeats slowly returning to a more sedate rhythm, our breathing evening out. None of the bikers interrupt us or say anything, but I can feel their presence still, so it can't be that long or they'd get impatient. Eventually, I feel Sara squeezing my hand again, and when I open my eyes to look at her, there's a naughty smile on her face, and a sexy glint in her eye.
'My turn to fuck you, my meatslut fiancée. Get out of that harness, and get ready to have your fillet tenderised.' Her blatantly talking about me as meat causes fresh fear and arousal to surface in my mind, and I quickly undo the straps before wordlessly handing her the strapon. She stands up next to the bed to put it on, and apparently that gives Becky an idea. She nudges my shoulder gently, and when I look up at her, she motions for me to move to the edge of the bed. By the time Sara is strapped in I'm sitting between Becky's spread legs, leaning back against her chest, my ass at the edge of the bed and my legs hoisted over hers, my pussy open and eager.
As Sara steps up between my spread legs, she's slowly and provocatively stroking the thick dildo, spreading her own juices along the shaft. Behind me, Becky's pressing close, her nipples hard amidst the softnes of her breasts against my back. She's kissing the side of my face, my neck, my ear, as her hands sneak around my front, up to gently cup and squeeze my own breasts, her thumbs playing over my nipples. I moan softly, arching my back and pushing my breasts into Becky's hands, and then Sara is there, rubbing the head of the dildo up and down between my lips a few times before pushing into me.
I can hear a low, purring groan escape my throat as I'm once again stretched by a thick shaft, the sound quickly swallowed by Sara pressing her mouth against mine. The kiss is hungry, filled with desire and the strong taste of Becky. As Sara slowly thrusts into me, her right hand grabs the back of my neck, holding my head in place as our tongues swipe playfully at eachother. I snake my hands and feet around Sara's back, trusting to Becky to keep me from falling off the bed, and as I pull Sara close there's an answering moan from her, followed by Becky's throaty voice.
'Fuck that's sexy...' She's barely audible, more talking to herself, but with her face right next to mine I hear her clearly. Apparently Sara does as well, she slowly breaks the kiss, pulling back, looking me deep in the eye and letting out a happy 'mmm' sound. Then her attention shifts slightly to the side, and I know she and Becky must be looking eachother straight in the eyes as Sara's tongue sneaks out to slowly and deliberately lick around her lips. She keeps her hand in place, gently stroking the skin at the back of my neck as she leans forward to share a deep kiss with Becky while some of her juices still linger, letting her taste herself.
The wet sound of their kissing turns me on further, and I make a small whine of frustration, bucking my hips up against Sara, desperate to get her moving again. When they break apart, Sara is chuckling mischiveously, low and sexy, amusement dancing in her beautiful eyes. She doesn't tease me, though. She pulls back till the dildo is nearly all the way out, then thrust back in, hard and deep. I gasp in pleasure, and soon she's fucking me properly, slowly pulling the strapon back, then slamming it back in. After only a few such thrusts, I find myself gasping and writhing in Becky's arms, and when next I feel her mouth, I turn my face towards her, eagerly mashing our lips together. The kiss is without any kind of finesse, all teeth, lips and tongues as I moan and whimper in response to Sara's fucking me, unable to keep still.
When Becky's right hand slides down from my breast to tease my clit with nimble fingers, I'm unable to keep still. I can feel my pleasure growing quickly as I'm squeezed between the warm, sexy bodies of the women I love the most. Behind me Becky, my big sister, supporting me and holding me close against her chest as she rubs my clit with her fingers. In front of me Sara, my fiancée, fucking into me hard, like a piece of meat she's tenderising. I can hear them kissing over my shoulder, as if I'm nothing but a toy for them, but the thought only turns me on further.
It feels like a long time, but it can't be more than a few minutes at most before I cum explosively. I can feel my pussy clenching down on the strapon as I gasp for breath, my hips moving erratically as my entire body quivers. Both Sara and Becky are urging me on, telling me to 'cum for us, like a good little meatlsut,' dragging out my orgasm with their words. For a moment, I see black spots dance in my vision before I slowly come back down, my entire body shaking as I suck in huge lungfuls of air. Becky's holding me close, softly kissing my neck and shoulder, while Sara rubs my upper arm soothingly, brushing my slick hair away from my face with her other hand.
Sara slips out of the harness, letting the strapon fall to the floor, before joining me and Becky on the bed. The three of us cuddle for a bit, sharing soft kisses and enjoying the comfort of eachothers bodies. Eventually, I notice that it's gone eerily quiet, the murmur of the bikers talking quietly as they enjoyed our show has died out. Then I hear the footsteps of heavy combat boots, and when I look up, I see the girl who picked us up standing at the edge of the bed. The president of the chapter. She's dressed in exactly the same clothes she wore at the beach, only a large, purple strapon is juttting out from her groin. From her right hand three ballgags are dangling - the black one Becky wore earlier, and two crimson ones. There's a look of complete confidence and control on her face, and when she talks, it's in a voice that brooks no arguments.
'Ok, meatsluts. My Sapphires have had their fun with you. You've had your fun with eachother. Now it's my turn. Lie down next to eachother, faces down, rumps up, and I'll make sure you get the fucking of a lifetime before we make all three of you into meat.' For a heartbeat, none of us move, then we're scrambling to do as we're told, and a moment later we're all lying flat on the bed, heads supported on our arms. I'm at one side, with Sara next to me, and Becky on the other side of her. The president makes an appreciate sound at the sight of our asses lined up next to eachother, then I can hear her walk around the edge of the bed till she enters my field of vision again. The purple strapon is right in front of my face, and I realise it's not as big as some of the others I've taken today, which makes me relax slightly.
'Lift your head and open your mouth. I don't want to listen to your whining while I fuck you.' I quickly do as she asks, though I wonder what she means by whining. It's not like we'd been complaining at the treatment we'd received so far. While these thougths fly through my head, she quickly slips one of the bloodred ballgags between my lips, fastening it at the back of my neck. It's not uncomfortably big, but will certainly keep me from making much noise. When she's finished, she pats my head the way one might a pet, then moves onto Sara, who's gag matches mine, and finally Becky, who gets the same black ballgag she wore earlier.
She walks back down the side of the bed, and even though I'm not tied up in any way, I resist the temptation to turn my head and look after her. I feel the bed dip, and then she's straddling the back of my thighs, the smooth leather of her trousers a stark contrast to my naked skin. I wantonly spread my legs as much as I can, as I feel her hands run from my lower back, down to massage my ass. I wriggle my hips at her provocatively, eager to get fucked again, but she just laughs and spanks my right cheek hard. I gasp at the sudden sting, but before I have time to do more than that, I suddenly feel her slip one finger between my cheeks, trailing up and down slowly a few times. I stiffen in alarm, hoping against hope, but when I feel her finger press against my tight hole, I know what she intends a moment before she says it.
'Such a tight hole... Never been fucked in the ass before, meatslut?' Yes, I want to tell her, but only once, and I hated it. My girlfriend at the time, Claire, really wanted to do it, and finally I gave in. It hurt like hell, and left me feeling sore and violated, and since then I've never even had a finger there. That's about to change though, as I can feel her slowly push harder, untill the first digit of her finger slips into me. On it's own, it doesn't hurt, but it's still uncomfortable, and I can feel my cheeks burning with shame and humiliation. She pushes her finger in and out, slowly working it deeper, then pulls it out completely and force two into me. This time, there is a bit of actual pain, and I give a muffled yelp.
'Aww, poor baby, did that hurt?' Her tone is mocking, and I can hear laughter from the women looking on. 'I haven't even started fucking you yet. Going to be quite a stretch.' She chuckles cruelly, then pulls her fingers out, and then I feel it. The thick head of the strapon pressing against my hole. I try to keep calm, try to focus on relaxing, letting her in. I take deep, slow breaths as I know fighting her will only hurt more. I feel the pressure building as she pushes against me, then a flash of pain, and I can't help clenching down hard, eyes squeezed shut and screaming into the ballgag.
With the tip in, she changes the angle, leaning forward so she can use her weight, slowly rocking back and forth, working the dildo deeper into my protesting ass. It's not just pain, but also a deep feeling of violation as she stretches me open. I can feel the dildo inside me, uncomfortable and humiliating, and by the time I feel her hips against my ass, there are tears slowly running down my face. Before she starts fucking me, she leans further down, putting her mouth close to my ear, her voice low and purring.
'If you think having your ass fucked hurts, just wait till I slaughter you alive.' And then she's pulling back out, relief flooding me even as I take in the full meaning of her words. For a moment, I'm horrified at what I've gotten myself into, what I've gotten all of us into, then she thrusts back in hard, and pain and humiliation fills my mind. She thrusts into me several more times, slowly loosening my tight ass just enough for her to thrust more easily, then she leans forward to whisper in my ear again.
'Play with your cunt, meatslut. I'll keep fucking your ass till you cum, so you best get busy.' Her words scare me, I don't know that I'll ever be able to orgasm while she's violating me like this, but when I slide my hand down to my pussy, I find myself soaking wet despite - or maybe because of - the pain and humiliation she's making me endure. I close my eyes tight, trying to hide my shame from the world as I start rubbing my clit, desperate to stop her abuse of my ass.
Having said what she wanted, she raises herself back up some, and I feel her strong hands on my waist, holding me down as she starts thrusting into me with short, hard jabs. At first, I try to ignore the pain, and focus on the pleasure from my selfstimulation, but that quickly proves impossible. Instead, I accept it, surrender my body to her, and drink in the pain. Knowing that my humiliation and discomfort pleases her turns out to be a powerful aphrodisiac, and I soon find myself climbing quickly towards orgasm, even pushing back against her, wanting to offer up my body for the use she's chosen.
My climax hits me just as she thrusts into me extra hard, my violated ass clenching down hard on the dildo, bringing fresh tears of agony to my eyes even as I writhe in pleasure. After I've come down, I lie for several long seconds, sobbing quietly in both pain and humiliation, the strapon still pushed deep into me, stretching my sore ass open. Eventually, I can feel her pull out slowly, but even after the last bit of the dildo leaves my body she's spreading my cheeks lewdly with one hand, running a finger over, and slightly into, my tender hole.
'Mmm, not quite so tight anymore. I do think you're ready to be made into meat now, don't you? Place her in the chair while I fuck the other two.' She moves off of me, towards Sara, and I feel strong arms standing me up. It's the same girl who played with Becky earlier, and told her to fuck my like a piece of meat. She looks over my face appreciatively, and I imagine what a mess I must look. My face vovered in sweat, the juices of countless women, and lastly my own tears. Then she spins me around and roughly ties my arms behind my back, hands to elbows. Finally, she leads me over to the wicker chair where Becky sat earlier, firmly pushing me down into it with a hand on my shoulder.
When I look up, I see the president slowly pushing down against Sara's ass, and judging by the expression on my fiancée's face, the dildo's thick head is just about to pop into her. Suddenly, her eyes fly wide open, and she lets out a distressed sound of pain, even as I can see the president push down into her with a wide grin on her face. Unlike with me, she seems to force the entire length of the strapon into Sara in one, slow thrust, before grinding her hips against her ass. Then she leans forward, fisting her hand in Sara's hair and lifting her head slightly before whispering at her. I don't know what she says, but Sara opens her eyes and looks straight at me, and for some reason the pain and humiliation on my Fiancée's face actually turns me on. Then she nods slowly at something the president whispers, and I can see her hand sneak down to play with her own pussy.
'You girls are true meatsluts, aren't you? Just look at how your girlfriend loves that fat cock stretching out her tight little ass.' It's the same woman again, the second in command, and even as she talks I can feel her hands on my breasts, teasing my already erect nipples. I want to protest, tell her that Sara is my fiancée, not just girlfriend, and that she certainly doesn't like it, but even without the gag, it's hard for me to focus on such things when my body is still on so high alert. Instead, I whimper in pleasure, arching my back and pushing my breasts more into her hands, unable to take my eyes of the president thrusting roughly into Sara.
Suddenly, and much sooner than I expected, there's drawn out, muffled moan from Sara, and I can hear her gasping for breath through the gag, even as her hips hump against her own hand in orgasm. There's a triumphant grin on the president's face as she continues fucking Sara hard throughout her orgasm, yanking her head back roughly by her hair, forcing her to once again look straight at me. The shared pain and humiliation of having our asses fucked, and actually orgasming during it, sends anothe spike of shameful desire through me, and I let out a soft, answering moan to Sara's orgasm.
'I can't wait to watch you get slaughtered... Sexy meatsluts like you, I bet you'll all be begging for the knife.' I shiver at the thought, imagining a sharp knife slowly cutting through my vulnerable body, easily parting my skin, fat and muscle, and can't help thinking that she's right. While my thoughts are on our impending slaughter, the president is slowly pulling out of Sara's ass. I can see her inspecting Sara's abused hole, like she did mine, tears slowly trickling down Sara's face. The the president moves off her legs, slaps her ass hard and moves on to straddle Becky's thighs.
I want to get up, and go comfort Sara as she rolls over onto her back, but the moment I move I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder.
'You stay here... Let's see how your sister likes having her ass fucked.' It's the same woman, she's taken her hands off my breasts for now, but apparently she's got no intentions of letting me go. Sara for her part is just lying there, her breathing slowly evening out, and I wonder if the president said something to her. Since she seems ok for the moment, I instead shift my attention to Becky, who's looking over her shoulder at the president as she's having her ass probed by long, slender fingers. I can see Becky breathing hard, clearly turned on already, even though both her hands are visible.
'Not so tight as those other two, are you?' Becky shakes her head shamelessly, and I can see lust written clearly on her features when her profile comes into view. 'You look forward to having your ass fucked, don't you, meatslut?' Several eager nods from Becky, and then she wriggles her hips in invitation, pushing back against the invading fingers. 'God, what a whore...' I can see Becky's face flush with shame, but then the president is pushing into her, and a look of concentration comes over her features, accompanied by a low, sexy moan, only slightly muffled by the gag.
It's clear that Becky's having a much easier time acepting the strapon in her ass than me and Sara did, and she's soon raising her hips up slighlty from the bed, wantonly pushing back against the presidents hard thrusts. It's a few minutes of only the rhythmic slapping of leather on skin as the president fucks her, before she leans forward to whisper in Becky's ears as well. Becky nods her understanding, but doesn't do anything straight away, seeming to relish having her ass stretched open. Eventually the president leans forward again, yanking Becky's head back hard by the hair to hiss something in her ear. There's already a look of pleasure on Becky's face, but she quickly slides a hand down between her own legs, before the president lets go of her hair and grabs both her hips, thrusting roughly into her.
I get the distinct impression that Becky is deliberately delaying her orgasm, dragging out the pleasure she gets from having her ass fucked, but eventually there's a long, drawn-out moan from her, and I know she's climaxing, even as her hips keeps moving. A moment later, the president gasps in pleasure, supporting herself with a hand between becky's shoulder blades as she herself shudder in orgasm. They stay like that for several long moments, Becky still humping slightly against her own hand and the dildo, reaching another, smaller climax, while the president rests on top of her, slowly catching her breath.
Eventually, Becky's movements still, and the president also seems to have recovered. Instead of pulling out straight away though, she leans down to whisper something to Becky again, before almost tenderly brushing her hair aside from the back of her neck, placing a small kiss there. Then she gets up, not bothering to inspect Becky's ass the way she did mine and Sara's, instead stretching like a cat, looking immensely pleased with herself. She surveys the room quickly, and my eyes follow hers, noting that apart from Sara, Becky and me, everyone is dressed again, and the president is the only one wearing a strapon. She takes it off slowly and deliberately, before attaching it to her belt, leaving it hanging there in plain sight.
'Ok Sapphires, I think it's time we got the feast started. Get those meatsluts on their feet, and let's take them down to the party hall.' The woman next to me hauls me up by an arm under my shoulder, then push me forwards, towards where two other women are helping Sara and Becky up. We look at eachother with wild eyes as our fate as meat draws near, and I quickly take Sara's hand in my left and Becky's in my right as we're herded towards our fate.
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Even before we enter the feast hall, I can smell it. Roasting meat. Roasting woman-meat. It smells delicious, and I can feel my mouth watering in expectation of the taste. It's a purely physical reaction, I know I won't get to taste any of the meatsluts already roasting. Instead I'll be joining them, but I can't help imaginging tearing into their cuts with my teeth. That image is quickly followed by that of someone else tearing into one of my cuts, and I can feel a shiver run through me at the thought. I hope my meat will be juicy and tender, pleasing to those who get to eat it. I think the president must have noticed me sniffing the air, she looks at me out of the corner of the eye and breathes in deeply.
'Ahhh! Nothing like the smell of roasting meatslut. Don't worry girls, I promise your cuts will get the attention they deserve. Prime meat on all three of you. I think I'll have your fillet for my own - ' She looks right at me, and I can feel myself blushing as she licks her lips. ' - while I believe my right hand girl here has her eyes set on your sisters juicy little cunt.' The second in command, the woman who was teasing Becky while me and Sara got gangfucked, and who later held me in place while the president fucked Sara and Becky, nods as she looks at Becky hungrily.
As we get closer the smells get stronger, and I can hear the murmur of many voices, with an underlying bass thump. Then we round the final corner and enter the hall, though it might as well be the pit of hell. There are several large grills, some at table height and some built into the floor. Over two of them spitted women are slowly rotating, their bodies glistening as the flames play over their skin. One of them is moving back and forth on the spit, humping it, desperate to get the last bit of pleasure out of her own roasting, the other is already still, gone, only her meat left behind. Along one wall are standing several naked and gagged women with their hands chained above them. Two are still whole, alive and alert, looking around with wide eyes as they rub their thighs together. One is slumping heavily in her manacles, several of her cuts already sliced off, breathing shallowly as blood is slowly running down her partly slaughtered body. The fourth one has her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she's grimacing in some perfect combination of ecstasy and agony, her hips pumping frantically, rubbing her pussy against the thigh of the biker who's currently slicing off her remaining breast. I'm unable to tear my eyes away before the climax, the last of her breast giving away even as she shudders in apparent orgasm while the biker puts it down on a plate next to her other breast. The biker walks away casually, leaving the debreasted woman quivering, blood slowly running down from her ravaged chest.
'Sexy, huh? Don't worry, that'll be you very soon. There's one free slot on the meat wall, and that's where you're going. I'll be slaughtering you personally, put on a bit of a show for my girls and claim some of your cuts for myself. Can't wait to cut off your nice, plump breasts.' It's the president, looking straight at me, and while she talks she reaches out to casually lift first my left, then my right breast in her hand, weighing them, squeezing them roughly to assess their firmness. 'These are going to taste great grilled... Not to mention your fillet, of course. Once I've carved that out of you, it'll just be seared lightly before I eat it.' She cups my pussy possessively, claiming ownership over it, and I can't help wantonly pressing close, rubbing against her hand, wanting to offer my meat up to her.
'Eager, aren't you?' She smiles cruelly before removing her hand, casually licking my juices off her fingers before turning her attention to Becky. 'I think we'll make a whole roast out of you. No need for a spit, I bet you'll look good with black stripes from the grill. I'm sure someone will remember to turn you over, make sure your meat is done to perfection.' At this, she winks at her second in command, who's clearly taken a special interest in Becky. Finally, she looks at Sara, considering for a moment. 'I haven't quite decided how to prepare you yet, so I guess you can enjoy the show with my girls as I slaughter your girlfriend like the meatslut she is. Then I'm sure I'll think of the best way to cook you after.'
She leads us the rest of the way into the room, many of the bikers already there looking at us with undisguised lust and hunger, some whistling and catcalling. The three of us huddle for a moment, then the president grabs my wrist and roughly drags me to stand against the meatwall. I'm breathing fast, all my senses on high alert as she shackles first my left, then my right wrist above my head. I can feel a drop of my own juices run down my inner thigh, even as I look at her with wide eyes, wondering where she'll start. She just looks at me for a second, then turn away, and I'm not sure if I'm disappointed or relieved that she's apparently not going to slaughter me just yet.
'Don't go anywhere, I'll be back for you before you know it. Just going to get that tasty sister of yours over the coals first, she'll need longer roasting whole than your parts will.' I can see Becky's eyes going wide as she realise she'll be first. The second in command steps up close to her, soothingly stroking her hair, before undoing the ballgag. Becky's just about to say something, but the biker smiles sweetly at her, pressing a finger against Becky's lips and shaking her head minutely. She takes another half step closer, wrapping her left arm around Becky's waist as she cups her left breast in her right hand. As she flicks her thumb gently over the nipple, I can hear Becky whimper, then the biker is kissing her. At first, the kiss is soft, but it quickly grows heated, the biker clearly taking charge as she rolls Becky's nipple between two fingers before slowly moving her hand down to cup her mound. While kissing her and working her pussy, she slowly walks Becky backwards, closer towards one of the big table grills, currently completely empty.
I can see exactly when Becky's butt hits the hot metal at the edge of the grill. She jumps and breaks the kiss, letting out a small gasp, more from shock than pain I think. She looks at the grill behind her nervously, but the biker is there, murmuring softly at her, stroking her hair and playing with her pussy tirelessly. After a few seconds, Becky takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment before nodding at the biker. The biker smiles at her, removing her hand from between Becky's legs and helps her up to sit on the edge. There's an immediate sizzle as Becky's sweat-slick skin comes to rest fully on the hot metal, and a long, low hiss from between her teeth. She's breathing hard, squirming around on the grill, but the biker remains with her, murmuring at her and stroking her hair, and she doesn't try to get back down.
After a long minute, she again nods at the biker, who then helps her scoot backwards on the grill, so her legs can stretch out in front of her. When her legs are fully on the grill, the biker moves her left hand to the back of Becky's neck, while her right returns to her pussy. She leans in to kiss her again as she slowly guides her down towards the grill, several fingers off her right hand disappearing into Becky. When her back comes into contact with the hot metal, I can see her body stiffen momentarily, but the biker is still with her, kissing her, stroking her hair, and playing with her pussy tirelessly. Becky has been placed expertly, so her head is off the edge of the grill, where there's a small, padded area for her to rest it on while she roasts. While the biker continues distracting Becky with her mouth and fingers, another woman quickly steps up, shackling Becky's ankles, wrists and neck to the grill, so she can't escape. Even after she's secured, though, the second in command keeps at it till I can see Becky writhe and arch her back in obvious orgasm.
Still, the biker stays with Becky till she's come down from her climax, only slowly breaking the kiss and removing her hand. She keeps stroking Becky's hair with her left hand as she slowly cleans Becky's juices of her right hand with her mouth and tongue, the two of them never breaking eye contact. Then she leans down to give Becky a slow, deep kiss, before holding the ballgag up in front of her face. Becky nods, and opens her mouth obediently, lifting her head to help the biker close the strap behind her neck. Finally, the biker leans down to place a final kiss on Becky's forehead, even as she settles in to roast. We all look at Becky for another minute or two as she squirms around before becoming still, her breathing deep and even as she commits herself to the grill, letting the heat roast her body into meat.
Then the president turns around, looking straight at me as she grabs a small paring knife from a nearby table, slowly stalking closer. I can feel my breathing speed up as she gets near, my body tingling with anticipation. I see Sara take a half step towards me, but the second in command grabs her wrist and holds her in place, shaking her head. Sara continues fidgeting, unable to take her eyes off of me, even as I'm unable to tear mine away from the knife, but she stays where she is. The president stops right in front of me, take my left breast in her hand and lift it up a bit, sliding the knife in place under it, ready to start cutting into me. I can feel the cold hardness of the knife against my soft, yieding skin, my nipple painfully hard as I wait for the first cut in a mix of ultimate horror and desire.
I barely feel it when she drags the knife's edge across the base of my breasts, it's that sharp. Just a slight sting, like a paper cut. Sara's reaction is immediately noticeable, her entire body stiffens and I can hear a muffled whimper, but she doesn't try to get away from the hand around her wrist. Then I can feel the warm stickiness of my own blood running down my body, and the knowledge that my slaughter has begun settles deep in my gut - fear, arousal, anticipation, disbelief, lust, and an allconsuming desire to offer my body up to the woman cutting into me, hoping desperately that my meat will be the most delicious thing she's ever tasted.
The next cut is far more noticeable, my tender breast screaming in agony as the knife slowly parts it from my chest. My eyes flicker between the presidents face, clear enjoyment on her efatures as she focuses on cutting into me, and Sara's, sharing our horror, disbelief, and lust. The second in command has let go of Sara's wrist, and is instead standing behind her, also looking at me. She's working Sara's pussy with one hand, and her breasts with the other, whispering in her ear all the time.
The third cut fills me with a tearing pain, but I also discover a deep, masochistic pleasure, a drawn out shuddering moan makes it's way past the ballgag in my mouth as the knife slices through my breast. I arch my back as blood streams down my stomach, straining in the shackles to push myself forward, eagerly offering up my body, my meat, my everything. The pain in my breast combine with the knowledge of my harvest to a heady combination, my pussy throbbing incessantly. I shamelessly rub my thighs togehther, wishing for any kind of direct stimulation.
'I knew you'd enjoy the knife, just like a sexy meatslut should. I'm almost tempted to ungag you, just to hear you beg for it. Maybe when it's time to carve out your cuntfillet, I will.' I nod eagerly, not sure if it's at the idea of being ungagged, or of having my pussy cut out, the cruel knife cutting through my most private and sensitive parts. Then there's another cut, and I shudder in my bonds at the sensation of my breast parting futher before the sharp edge.
After that, I can no longer tell one cut from the other, writhing and gasping in my bonds, one moment trying to escape the pain of the knife, the next pressing forward to offer my breast up wantonly. My eyes are closed tight as the sensation of being turned into meat washes over me. Suddenly, there's a final, tearing cut, and a soft 'Mmm' from the president. I slowly open my eyes, looking in wonder at the bloody piece of meat she's holding in her hand, meat that used to be my breast. For several long seconds, I just stare at my severed breast in wide eyed disbelief, breathing shallowly. Then she puts it down on a plate, nippe up, reaching out to take my remaining breast in her now bloody left hand, grinning at me as she slips the knife in place under it, preparing to finish my debreasting.
This time, I know what to expect, and as the knife starts cutting into me, I let out a deep, throaty groan, only slightly muffled by the gag, resulting in an immediate chuckle from the president. She pauses for a moment to tease my nipple with the tip of the knife, causing me to gasp and wish for her to cut it off. She doesn't, of course, as that would mar the cut of meat, instead continuing my debreasting as my eyes seek out Sara's. I can see tears slowly trickling down her face as she's looking at my slow butchering, but her nipples are hard, and her hips moving rhythmically against the hand the second in command has between her legs. I try to smile at her around the gag, and she returns a weird mix of a smile, lust tinged with sadness.
I can feel the knife nearing the top of my breast again, and as I watch Sara hump more frantically against the second in command's fingers, I once again wish I had more friction than what I can get by rubbing my own thighs together. Then the president makes the last cut, I can feel my breast giving way painfully, and as she holds it up, there's no mistake that Sara cums, head thrown back, eyes closed and back arched as she shudders in the arms of the second in command. A ripple of pleasure surges through me in sympathy, almost an orgasm of my own, but it doesn't satisfy me in the least. Instead it leaves me wanting more. More of the knife, more of the pain, more of my own slow slaughter.
Once both my severed breasts are resting appetisingly next to eachother on the plate, the president casually wipes the worst of my blood of her hands in a towel. Then she picks up a small blowtorch, the blue gas flame instantly drawing my attention and causing fresh nervousness.
'So you don't bleed out, and miss the fun.' She says, winking at me. Then she's guiding the flame over the raw wounds where my breasts used to be, the pain burning away all thought even as my wounds are burnt shot.
When I regain consciousness, it's to the feeling of a cool, wet cloth gently being wiped across my brow. Before I'm able to move, a dull, throbbing pain in my breasts makes itself known, along with the acrid smell of charred meat. I gasp with realisation, opening my eyes to look down at the ugly, burnt patches on my chest where my breasts used to be. Then I notice them, slightly to the side, sitting next to eachother on a plate, nippels upwards and looking beautiful, sexy and delicious, and I feel a perverse sense of pride at providing two such lovely cuts of meat. I raise my head slowly, and see that it's Sara cleaning my face, smiling nervously at me. Her gag is gone, and I notice that mine is too, working my jaw for a few moments to relieve the soreness.
'Hey beautiful.' Her voice is soft, tentative. I smile at her as best I can, letting her know that it's ok, this is still what I want, and I can see the relief clear on her features. Neither of us regret coming here, the incredible erotic thrill of being meatsluts, of giving up everything we are simply to be slaughtered and provide a meal for people we don't know, who don't care about us as anything but a collection of cuts to be roasted, eaten and forgotten about.
'Hey yourself.' I say, voicy raspy. She puts a finger to my lips, smiling, and shakes her head minutely as she continues cleaning my face. As she wipes the last bit of wetness off, I can see that her own face is clean as well, though her hair is still slick and clinging to her skull with a mix of sweat and the juices of countless women. Then the president is there again, pushing Sara aside and into the waiting arms of her second in command as she steps in front of me menacingly.
'Now, what do you say we make some nice, thick thigh steaks?' She grins cruelly, and then I hear the low growl of an engine. I look down in dawning horror, a small chainsaw held loosely in her hands. My eyes widen, and I can feel my heart hammering in fear of what's to come. 'Try to relax your legs and hang from your arms instead of standing. It's easier that way.' She tells me casually, and I have just a moment to comply, then she's pressing the saw against my thigh, and I can feel the teeth tearing into me.
It's a completely diffrent sensation to the knife she used on my breasts, the saw ripping through my thigh, not cutting, but destroying. Blood and small pieces of my meat are flying everywhere, violently torn from my living body, my nerves screaming in pain. There's an eager, savage grin on the presidents face as she guides the saw through my leg, and even through the pain, I find a deep, submissive enjoyment at seeing how she relishes slaughtering me. From where I'm hanging from my wrists I look up at her with deep and utter devotion, my life a small price to pay for her pleasure, my pain inconsequential as long as she enjoyes the offering of my meat. I love Sara, in a way that I'll never love anyone else, but what I feel towards this woman is something diffrent, more primal. She showed me what I truly am, what my purpose is, and now she's claiming her reward for giving me that clarity. Before her, everything I ever was, and everything I ever could be falls away, and there's only the meatslut left, that primal, undeniable desire to be prey for her.
My musings are brutally cut short when the saw meets my thigh bone. A high pitched, grinding whine accompanies the horrible sensation of the teeth slowly sawing through my bone. I can feel the saw pulling and yanking at me as it slowly cuts deeper, but then I realise I can feel something else as well. The powerful vibrations of the saw travel straight through my thigh bone, to my hip, from where I can feel them in my pussy and clit. It's not as good as a vibrator, but to my desperate, soaking pussy, it's everything I could dream of. I can feel my pleasure climb quickly, my head thrown back and mouth wide open as I'm gasping desperately for breath, my hips humping erratically against nothing but air. So very close. There's a loud, cracking snap, followed by another second of tearing pain, then a feeling of lightness and a soft thump.
I'm almost sobbing with need, my head rolling forward and my eyes snapping open to look straight at the president, desperate to feel that glorious saw ruin my leg and grind through my bone again.
'The other one! Please! I beg you, please, please, take it! Take my meat!' I sound half-mad, even to my own ears, but I don't care, as long as I get to feel more of what I just felt. This feeling, this maddening need, this is what it means to be a meatslut, and I embrace it with abandon.
Then the saw is there again, the sharp teeth savagely tearing into the soft, sensitive skin on my inner thigh. I only have to wait a few long seconds before it comes into contact with my other thigh bone, and I let out a loud, shameless moan of 'Oh fuck! Yes!' as I feel it saw through the bone while ripping the surrounding meat apart violently.
I'm desperate to reach my climax before the bone gives way again, and after a few moments, it hits me. I can feel my pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing, wishing for Sara's fingers to fill and stretch it, even as my clit sings in joy, the pain of the saw tearing through my leg just another kind of pleasure, one to be enjoyed to the fullest. The climax is unlike anything I experienced earlier, agony and ecstasy racing through me, my heart thumping in rhythm with the throbbing of my pussy, flooding every part of me with sensation. From far away, I hear another crack as my bone snaps, but I barely register it, too lost in my orgasm, and instead of ending it slowly drags me into unconsciousness once again.
I come too slowly, hanging from my wrists. Pain is throbbing in my body, but it's a sexy kind of pain. I don't know that I've ever felt that way before, I'm not a masochist, but... I'm a meatslut, and I'm being slaughtered. Being in pain feels, right. It takes several slow, deep breaths for me to gather enough strength to lift my head and look around, but what I see is well worth it.
The president have my legs on a large table where she's slowly carving my thighs into thick, delicious looking steaks. I can see just a bit of fat surrounding the red, bloody meat, and I know the taste will be exquisite. While she's busy there, I see the second in command , with Sara meekly behind her, standing next to Becky's grill. The biker's talking to Becky, something I can't hear, and her right hand is back between Becky's thighs, working her gently. After a few moments I can see Becky shudder in release, then she nods weakly at the biker who immediately starts undoing the shackles holding her down.
Even after all the shackles are removed, Becky doesn't move. A combination of being partly roasted and her recent orgasm seems to have drained most of her strength. She merely rolls her head a bit to the side, smiling tiredly at the second in command, who's busy putting on some extra large oven mittens that go all the way up above her elbows. She smiles fondly back at Becky, then carefully slides her arms under her legs and back, gently helping her roll over. The skin on Becky's back is an angry red and covered in blisters, with broad, black lines where it's been in direct contact with the metal bars. It looks incredibly tender, and I can hear the biker murmur soothingly at her while she turns. When her uncooked front comes into contact with the grill, she finds the energy to squirm around for a few seconds. The biker helps turn Becky's head to the side so she'll rest comfortably while she roasts into meat, brushing her hair aside and leaning down to talk quietly. After a few seconds, Becky shakes her head minutely, and the biker nods her understanding. A few more words are said, this time Becky nods, and the biker straightens back up. She takes the ovenmittens off again, and from somewhere below the grill, produces a long, thick metal rod, with a rounded tip at one end and a dial at the other. It takes me a moment before I realise what it is - a meat thermometer. Then she spreads Becky's ass cheeks apart with her left hand before slowly sliding the thermometer deep into her. There's a sexy, content smile on Becky's lips as the large steel rod stretches and fills her ass, and when the biker stops, having pushed maybe ten inches or more in, Becky even finds the strength to wriggrle her ass invitingly. Finally, the biker leans down to say something to Becky again, who just nods slightly, still smiling that tired, sexy and content smile as the biker presses a quick kiss to her temple before leaving her to finish roasting, her final transition into meat not far away.
It suddenly strikes me that I've lost track of where Sara is, and I can feel fear surge in me, fear that she's gone off to become meat without a final goodbye. Then the president is infront of me again, done carving my legs and ready to continue my slaughter, though she pauses to call over her shoulders to a group of bikers standing not far away.
'Sapphires, stop playing with your food. I'm about to carve out her girlfriends cuntfillet, I want her to see this.' I want to protest that we're engaged, not just girlfriends, but then the full impact of her statement settles low in my gut. She's going to slide that knife into my body, and cut out my most private and sensitive parts. My precious pussy, reduced to nothing but a fillet, a piece of meat. Then the group of bikers part, and I see Sara is in the middle, dancing slow and sexy, eyes closed and hands in her hair as she shows off her beautiful body, writhing sinously as she slowly turns around, the women around her reaching out to touch her, run their hands over her skin, or grope her breasts and ass. I can hear them commenting on her, both how sexy she is, and her quality as meat. She continues dancing slowly, doing a full two turns before I manage to choke out a raspy 'Sara' at which point she stops and opens her eyes, looking straight at me. She gives me her best sexy smile, slowly running her tongue all around her lips as the bikers continue to grope her, then slowly stalks closer, not once breaking eye contact.
She stops half a step behind the president who's standing right in front of me, large carving knife held loosely in her right hand.
'You going to...' She's unable to articulate the question, but the president answers anyway.
'Carve out her cunt? Aye, so get your meaty self comfortable, and prepare to enjoy the show. This slut is as ready as she'll ever be.' The president takes another half step forward, reaching down with her left hand to cup my soaking pussy possessively. I lock eyes with Sara as I rub shamelessly against the hand, relieved to finally get some direct contact, letting out a breathy moan of pleasure. If I could formulate the words to do so, I'd be begging for the knife. Part of me is terrified, of course, but a much bigger part can't wait to feel the cold steel in me, cutting through the sensitive skin around my pussy. Sara for her part seems as turned on as me, taking a half step backward before sitting down on the now empty table the president used for slicing my thigh into steaks. She scoots backwards, lifting her legs up on the table as well, smearing my fresh blood all over her ass and the back of her thighs. The sticky crimson looks incredibly sexy against her pale skin, and the knowledge that it's my blood on my fiancée's skin makes it even sexier. Finally, she settles right in the biggest pool of red, one leg on each side of the table as she looks straight at me. She leans backwards slightly, left arm behind her to support herself, with her right hand she reaches down to open her pussy lewdly, pink inner flesh invitingly wet and begging for attention. She keeps eye contact as she slowly slips one finger into herself, shuddering in pleasure. When she speaks her voice is husky, breathy with need.
'Please, carve out my fiancée's pussy. Make her into meat, it's what she wants...' The president doesn't reply, but she shifts her left hand, casually slipping two fingers into me. She's all business though, it's not about my pleasure, even when she hooks them and her nails scrape over my inner walls deliciously. She's keeping me in place, so she can make a nice, clean cut, that's all. And then I feel it. The sharp tip of the knife pressed against the soft, sensitive skin of my belly. It's a bit to the left, halfway between the middle and my hip, just on my panty line. There's a half second pause while she shifts her grip on the knife, and then it happens.
I throw my head back, howling in pain as she effortlessly slides the sharp knife all the way into me. I can feel my pussy quivering and clenching around her fingers, coating them in fresh wetness, ultimate proof of my sluttiness. I've had no time to recover from the shock before she pulls the knife back half an inch before pushing it back in, applying just a bit of force against the edge of the cut, lengthening it ever so slightly. It's another few seconds before I manage to get my breathing under control, and I can feel blood running down over her left hand, mixing with my juices as my doomed pussy throbs incessantly in terrified arousal.
On the table, Sara is shamelessly and openly masturbating as she looks at me, her eyes flicking back and forth between my face, and the knife slowly destroying whatever theoretical chance there might be of me ever surviving this. She slowly pulls her fingers out of herself, spreading them to show me the wetness clinging between them before hungrily slipping them into her mouth, sucking them clean. I find myself desperately hoping I'll get one more taste of that before my transition into meat is complete. What she does next shocks and arouses me even further, momentarily even distracting me from the delicious agony of the knife slowly carving through my vulnerable belly. Without ever breaking eye contact, she dips the same two fingers in the pool of my blood she's sitting in, smearing them around till they're completely coated. Then, slowly and deliberately, she thrust them back deep into her tight, wet pussy, fucking herself with them a few times. Finally, with a slight look of loss on her face she pulls them back out, again bringing them to her sexy mouth, this time using her tongue to slowly clean them of the mix of my blood and her own juices. The look on her face as her delicate tongue licks the sticky mix of liquids off of her fingers is quite possibly the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
My attention is suddenly and brutally returned to the knife slicing through me as I feel something deep inside my pussy being severed. It's a surreal feeling of wrongness as my precious insides are cut apart. Admittedly though, it also feels incredibly sexy. Having my breasts and legs cut off was nothing compared to this feeling of violation as the knife works on removing my precious pussy. The president must have noticed my reaction to that particular cut, she pauses momentarily to look up at me, a slight grin on her face.
'Felt that did you, meatslut? That was the back end of your cunt being severed from your cervix. Going to come out nice and easy now, once I'v cut around it.' As if to illustrate her point, I can feel her wriggling her fingers inside me and there's an odd feeling of dislocation as the back of my vaginal tunnel is no longer connected to anything. It's also a powerful thought, my pussy well on it's way to becoming meat, and the rest of me not far behind, and yet there's no lack of sensation. Rather, it's like my pussy knows what's happening, and is desperately working towards one more orgasm, the pain of the knife slicing through my sensitive flesh only adding to the sublime pleasure of surrendering my meat.
She finishes the cut opposite where she started, making me gasp in pleasure mixed beautifully with pain as she twists her fingers around inside me, changing her grip as she prepares for the next cut. As the knife drags a slow line of burning ice down to the left of my plump labia, I can feel my breathing speed up as I quickly build towards orgasm. She's cutting just inside the stump of my thigh towards my tight ass, making sure to get all of the tender, juicy meat. I'm panting for breath as I feel the sharp knife slice through my soft body, desperately working my hips against her hand as much as I can, which is sadly very little. Still, I can feel her fingers, curling inside me, her short nails nimbly rubbing back and forth, scraping my aching inner walls insistently. She doesn't say anything as she does it, just continues carving out my pussy, like it's some every day occurence, but I know she's doing it deliberately to pleasure me. It hurts just a bit, but that pain is nearly completely drowned out by the feel of the knife, and it also feels oh so amazing.
All too soon, she's done on that side and move the knife to the right side of my pussy, preparing for the cut that will forever take it from me, make it into a fillet for her to roast and eat. My eyes are locked with Sara's as she's masturbating furiously, plunging three fingers into her own tight, wet heat, grinding the heel of her hand roughly against her clit. As the sharp edge slowly makes it's way down through my sensitive skin, I can feel the fingers inside me get more insistent, the presidents thumb slipping up to rub over my clit. My pussy is throbbing and clenching madly, so very close to the edge - the edge of orgasm, and the edge of becoming meat.
'Cum for me, meatslut! Cum for me and give me your cunt!' Her words are harsh, commanding, accompanied by a nail pressing hard and cruel down against my tortured clit.
'Take it!' Is all I manage to gasp, then pleasure explodes behind my eyes. It's by far the best, but also the most terrifying orgasm of my short life. I'm shaking in my bonds, sobbing with loss and relief fear and lust, agony and ecstasy, as she makes the final few cuts and my pussy gives way, reduced to nothing but a quivering piece of meat in her hand. The rest of my body continues shaking, gasping for breath as I'm overwhelmed by sensation. As I slowly come down from my high, I can see it resting in her palm, pink and inviting, covered in a mix of blood and juices. The sight fills me with a perverse mix of disbelief, horror and pride. Pride at producing such a delicious looking piece of meat, pride at giving it up so eagerly, and pride at orgasming so hard as it was carved from me, as befits a good meatslut.
On her table, I see Sara is collapsed, lying on her back, legs still quivering with aftershocks as she continues to gently work over her pussy. The presidents turns towards her slowly, a thoughtful look on her face for a few seconds. Then she puts the bloody knife down on a small table right next to where I'm hanging and walks over to Sara.
'Hey girl.' Her voice is surprisingly kind. Sara sits up slowly, looking from the piece of meat in the presidents hand, to me, and back several times. 'Want to kiss your fiancée's cunt goodbye before I put it on the grill?' I can see Sara open her mouth, about to correct the president, tell her that we're engaged, then her brain catches up with her mouth and she just looks up at the president who's smiling down at her patiently, holding the bloody piece of meat that used to be my pussy close in front of Sara's face.
'I... yes. I'd love to, yes. Thank you.' She smiles up at the president, shy and grateful, then looks over at me, locking eyes with me a moment. We smile at eachother, then she looks down, bending her head to swipe her tongue over the offered fillet, collecting plenty of both blood and juices before placing a soft, tender kiss right above the clit. When she looks back up, there's a mix of liquids smeared around her mouth and lips that she daintily licks away while looking at me with awe, lust and pride all clear on her face.
Afterwards, the president puts the fresh piece of meat down a grill nearby, right next to a pair of breasts I'm sure were also cut from my body. The moment the raw fillet touches the hot grill, there's a delicious sizzle, and I wish with all my being that my meat will be delicious for her. She looks at it for a few seconds, then turns around and stalks back to stand in front of me, picking up the knife once again.
'You, my sexy little meatslut, is just about done for, I think.' I can't really disagree. She didn't cauterize the wound where my pussy used to be, but even if she had, I doubt it would change anything. My insides are cut up, I can feel a slow but steady stream of blood trickling out of me, and a weird sensitation of pressure. 'Your guts are pushing down against the wound already, but I think I'd rather finish the job, cut you open and gut you while you're still conscious to... Savour it.' She grins cruelly, and I find myself gulping, breahing hard at the prospect of having my belly ruined further. She steps up close to me, fisting her left hand in my hair, close to the roots, keeping my head in place so we're looking straight at eachother. Then I feel the sharp knife at the edge of the wound, aimed upwards, into my body.
'Try to keep eye contact, meatslut. I want to see your expression when your guts tumble out of you.' I don't know how to formulate any kind of sensible reply to that, but she doesn't seem to expect one either. I do my best to keep eye contact as she pushes the long blade deep upwards, into my belly. It's a strange, dislocated pain as my insides are further damaged by the sharp knife, then she maneuvers it around so that she's holding it at an upwards angle. The tip is still lodged inside me, but the handle and lower half of the blade are otuside, the edge pressing against the still undamaged part of my belly. She pauses for a moment, then drags hard upwards on the knife. There's a horrible, ripping pain as she cuts me open, then a sickening sense of vertigo followed by several wet splashes, the sound of my insides falling out of me to land on the hard concrete floor. The feeling is both terrifying and oddly exhillerating, being gutted like a pig, and I gasp at the quick, efficient brutally with which she did it. She keeps eye contact for a few moments more, making me wonder what it was she wanted to see, then releases my hair and takes a step back to look me over.
'Mmm, I knew you'd look sexy like this.' There's a husky, purring quality to her voice, but I barely register the words. The moment she released my hair, I found myself too weak to hold my head up, and immediately let it loll forward, making me look right down at my own mutilated body. My proud, firm c-cup breasts are gone, replaced by two ugly patches of burnt flesh. A bit below them, at my sternum, a long cut starts that goes through my belly that used to be so beautiful, now roughly sliced open. At the end of the cut, where my pussy used to be, is simply an even bigger gaping hole, and down from my ruined stomach hangs my still partly attached guts, piling messily on the floor below me. Blood is leaking out of me steadily, dripping down from the burnt stumps of my legs, and I know I can't have long before I bleed out. I want to say something, to call for Sara, but at this point simply remaining alive for a few more minutes takes all the strength that's left in me. Truly, I've been reduced to nothing but a slaughtered meatslut, and it's only a question of time before the remainder of me is butchered into cuts to be roasted and eaten.
As I linger on the edge of consciousness, I can feel my sense of time slipping. I can hear the people and the music around me, smell the declious scent of roasting meat, and when I manage to open my eyes for a few seconds, I can see the ruin that has been made of my body. Mostly, though, I just feel. Hanging from my aching arms, drinking in what it feels like to be a piece of meat. How light I feel with the amount of cuts that's been carved off of me already. The sore patches of burnt flesh on my chest, hurting with every rasping breath I manage. The stickiness of my own blood drying on my skin. A sense of loss of no longer having a pussy, and the undescribable empty hollowness in my cut open and gutted belly. I hurt all over, a deep, constant, throbbing agony, my body screaming it's protest at the mutilation I've willingly submitted it to. It feels right to be in pain, though, and somehow that makes it ok. More than ok even. In my current state being in pain feels sexy.
Suddenly, I notice that it's gotten quiet around me. I can still hear the faint sizzle of roasting meat, and the rustling and breathing of the crowd, but the music has stopped and noone's talking. For a moment I wonder if it's me, my senses shutting down, but then I hear singing. It's low and a bit tentative at first, just at the edge of hearing. Then the singer seems to gain confidence, and I'm filled by the sound of my fiancée's beautiful voice. It takes me another few seconds to recognise the song, but when I do I feel a smile creep over my lips and weakly lift my head to look at her. She's dancing along one of the tables as she sings, clearly enjoying herself. Her voice is gaining in strength and confidence as she saunters along the table top, hips swaying provocatively, people whistling, catcalling and reaching out to touch her calves and thighs as she walk past.
I love the way that you were up for anything
Never worried 'bout what people say
That's right, oh that's right
What we got is
Just like driving on an open highway
Never knowing what we're gonna find
Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up
Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love
Mm that's our kind of love
When she breaks into the chorus, I can hear several voices joining in, and I find myself weakly mouthing along to the words as well, wishing I could sing with her. She turns around and starts walking back the other way, but when she gets to the line about 'living in the moment', she pauses and turns her head to look straight at me. For a moment, I'm afraid I'll distract her, ruin her performance, but I smile at her and she carries on her performance, drinking in all the attention she's getting.
She continues singing and dancing, not looking at me again till the end, then she stops at the end of the table that's closest to me, eyes blazing as she sings out the final 'that's our kind of love', looking me clearly in the eyes, both smiling and crying and laughing. The moment she's done singing, she jumps off the table, and then she's in front of me, wrapping her arms around what's left of my body, hugging me tight and kissing me hard, her tongue plunging deep into my mouth. I moan against her lips as I weakly kiss her back, swiping my tongue over hers. I can hear cheers, laughter and catcalls around us, but none of that matters. Eventually, we break apart slowly, and after a few moments of staring into eachothers eyes, Sara looks over her shoulder at the president.
'Could you take her down, so we can properly hug one last time before I go into the oven? She's nearly fully meat already, and I'd really like to, you know...' Her voice trails of, blushing slightly.
'Don't see why not, my Sapphires are quite enjoying the show you two have put on. Can't wait till we get to enjoy your meat too.' She steps close, and a moment later my wrists are freed.
I wrap my arms weekly around Sara's neck, resting my head on my shoulder to nuzzle gently against her. She's easily supporting me with one hand under my ass, gently stroking my hair with the other.
'Becky?' I manage to croak out against her neck, enjoying the feel of her hand smoothing over my damp hair.
'Stopped breathing and became meat ten minutes or so ago. She seemed to enjoy it, though. I think it's your turn to give in and become meat soon as well, love.' She says it gently, and quite casually, and I feel myself murmuring in agreement. 'I want you to have my taste fresh on your lips though.' There's a breathy hint of lust in her voice, and her hand disappears from my hair. A moment later, she lets out a small gasp of pleasure, then moans softly. I wonder what she's doing, but then I see her holding her hand up in front of my face, her index and middle finger glistening wetly, covered in a fresh layer of her juices. I eagerly open my mouth, hungrily sucking the offered fingers, twirling my tongue around and between them to get all of Sara's taste.
When she finally pulls them out, I bury my face against the crook of her neck, relishing her familiar scent, soaking in the warmth of her body, feeling so enveloped by her. I close my eyes, and murmur softly against her skin.
'Honey, I love you. See you on the other side.' I breathe out, and don't manage to breathe in again, but held in Sara's arms like this, it doesn't seem important. As I slowly slip into unconsciousness for the last and final time, I just hear her whsipered reply against my hair.
'I love you, baby. I love you.'