"Brooke is a good girl f/f guro"
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Created on: Wednesday 20th of January 2016 10:56:56 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:41:24 AM UTC


I've been having this horrible fantasy running through my head for a while now. It's a lot rosier and shorter than what I've written here already, but that somehow makes it more frightening to me. I thought you might enjoy it.



Brooke is a good girl

“Mommy I think I need to be slaughtered,” said Brooke as she came in.

“I told you you were playing too much with our meatgirls. Come over here honey, we’ll find out.” Brooke’s mother felt her daughter. “Yeah, you’re a little warm. Go get some restraints, I’ll get a big knife, we’ll do you before supper. Go on!” She gave her daughter a quick smack on her behind and a forgiving smile.

*****

“I’m really sorry, Mommy,” said Brooke as she removed her clothes.

“It’s okay, dear. This won’t take me long, and we’ll hang you here and your daddy can take a look at you tomorrow and see if there’s any part of your lean little body worth eating.” They both giggled. Then Brooke’s mother quickly fastened her daughter in the restraints for arms and legs. The girl lay on her tummy, arms behind her, and her behind sticking out. Her mother couldn’t help smacking it playfully again, once the girl was secured.

“Do you want the blindfold on?” Brooke nodded eagerly. Her mother quickly did her hair in a braid and put the blindfold on. Then she attached the leg restraints to the lift, and careful not to hurt her daughter’s head she lifted her up without trouble. Brooke giggled happily at the strange sensation of hanging upside down. Her mother quickly moved her over the drain.

“Okay, stop laughing while I gut you!” said Brooke’s mother, laughing herself at her daughter’s antics. Then she quickly cut from the pubic bone to the breast bone and started removing the guts. Brooke bit her lip and tried not to squirm. Good girls should be brave, and don’t squirm when they are being slaughtered, so she’d always been taught. She couldn’t stop a moan.

“Be brave, honey, just a little more. I’m almost done.” Brooke felt her warm insides spill out, and then they fell down as her mother had them free. Brooke shook a little, she was getting dizzy. So much sensation overwhelmed her, and she cried a little from it. She wasn’t ashamed of that. She had been taught that girls can cry if they need to.

“There you go honey, I’m all done now,” whispered her mother in her ear.

“I-I love you mommy!” she whispered.

“I love you too, sweetheart!” Her mother kissed her cheek, and then quickly made two cuts on the sides of Brooke’s throat. The pain was not so bad, and proud, happy and forgiven, she fell asleep forever.