"lotto girl"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Wednesday 22nd of March 2017 12:02:55 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:22:36 AM UTC





Lotto Girl
by LR


The cab driver had trouble finding the lottery winner's house. It was in an 
old neighborhood with winding streets. Through the thin fabric of its dress, 
Celia could feel torn vinyl on the car seat. The front of the dress sagged 
open, since nothing held it closed except a knotted sash, and the young 
woman's right breast was completely exposed. Now that it wore the standard 
chain collar with a bright yellow tag, Celia was a piece of property and no 
longer felt entitled to cover itself. Every so often the driver glanced 
back, with a hungry smile, at the globe of jiggling flesh and the fat brown 
nipple. He was a wiry old immigrant who spoke poor English. At stoplights he 
calmly studied the young woman's long gleaming legs, its smooth bare arms 
and shoulders, but not once did he bother to look at its face, even when it 
spoke to him.

'I see why you get graduated,' he said. 'You very delickas!'

'You mean delicious,' Celia answered, laughing. 'A delicious girl is graded, 
not graduated.'

'Delicious, OK, last week my wife buy some woman leg, um, thick part . . .' 
He pointed at Celia's full, firm thigh.

'Thigh?'

'Thigh, yes yes, roast in oven, taste very good, people eat all graded 
delicious girl, yes?'

'No, not all meat-grade girls get eaten,' Celia said. 'Most of us do. When I 
was designated they took my clothes away and put on this collar.' The young 
woman fingered the silver chain around its neck.

'So now you get cook, yes?'

Celia laughed again. 'Yes, pretty soon I get cooked.'

The two-story brick house stood back from the curb, surrounded by tall leafy 
trees. As Celia handed him its last transport coupon, the old driver said 'I 
want to see your, um, cat, kitty . . .'

'Pussy,' Celia said patiently, smiling. It parted the skirt and tilted its 
hips, displaying a smooth, succulent, hairless cunt. Dark mouth-watering 
meat glistened in the center. In the two weeks since its designation, Celia 
had become accustomed to displaying its flesh. That very morning, as the 
young beauty stood in line at a coffee shop, two middle-aged women had 
calmly parted the bare arms and opened the dress and felt the breasts and 
belly and pussy and thighs. They had commented to each other on the 
edibility of the girl's flesh, as if Celia was already a dead rack of meat.

'Pussy,' the cab driver repeated. 'We cook some pussy then.' He grinned as 
he drove away.

Celia ascended the front step and smoothed its skimpy dress. It felt 
nervous. The front door had a weathered look, and the brick walls were 
covered with ivy. A second-story window was ajar, and just before Celia rang 
the doorbell it could hear a piano inside. The music stopped, and perhaps 
ten seconds later the door was opened by a small skinny old woman, with 
twinkling Asian eyes and short gray hair. The tall, long-legged beauty 
looked down at its new owner.

'Mrs. Tanaka?' Celia asked. 'I'm Celia, the meat you won in Lotto Girl?'

'Of course,' Mrs. Tanaka answered, with a gentle smile. 'I've been expecting 
you, my dear - please come in.' Her English was slightly accented but 
perfect. As Celia stepped past its hostess, a small strong hand stroked the 
satiny flesh of the girl's arm.

'Such fine creamy skin,' Mrs. Tanaka said. 'And how pretty you are, my pet!'

The girl smiled and blushed, delighted that someone had noticed its face. 
Celia had high perfect cheekbones, full lips, and enormous brown eyes that 
reflected its latin ancestry. Its gleaming white skin was warmed by a faint 
glow of color.

'Have you ever won in Lotto Girl before, ma'am?' Celia asked.

'Goodness no,' Mrs. Tanaka said with a chuckle. 'The odds are terrible, my 
dear. But I buy a ticket or two every time I go to the store.'

Lotto Girl was extremely popular with the public, and very lucrative for the 
Parks Department. When a girl was designated, its number was printed on a 
two-dollar Lotto Girl ticket. Every week twenty numbers were selected in a 
televised Lotto Girl drawing, which put the odds of winning a girl at 
roughly one in ten thousand. On the market a girl's meat was worth six 
hundred dollars, and Lotto Girl took in twenty thousand a head.

'I like how you braided your hair,' Mrs. Tanaka said, leading the girl by 
the arm.

'Thank you,' Celia said. It touched the dark braids gathered on top of its 
head. 'They told me to bare my neck.'

'Of course,' Mrs. Tanaka said. She reached up and gently touched the girl's 
throat. 'So I can behead you more easily, darling.'

Celia blinked, startled. 'I'm sure that's why,' it replied.

The kitchen had a long thick counter, with a sink the size of a small 
bathtub at one end. The wooden work surface was scored and discolored. Mrs. 
Tanaka turned the girl, untied the belt and yanked away the dress with 
surprising violence. As the fabric tore, Celia's nude body quivered under 
the chilly light. Mrs. Tanaka crumpled up the dress and tossed it into a 
huge, bag-lined garbage can. Then she licked her lips, gripped a pillowy 
breast, and abruptly sank her short gray teeth into one of the girl's plump 
nipples.

'Ow!' Celia cried. It flinched in pain and astonishment, and involuntarily 
raised its hands. The old woman chewed eagerly at the meaty nipple, gnawing 
and twisting, and it was all Celia could do to restrain itself from pushing 
back the tiny gray head. The pain was excruciating, but after all Mrs. 
Tanaka had every right to chew on a meat girl if she wanted.

"Mmm," the old lady growled. "Tender and salty and scrumptious." She licked 
a droplet of blood oozing from the damaged nipple and looked up with a 
wicked smile. "Shall I just gobble these tits right off your chest, my 
dear?" she asked.

"Th-that's up to you, m-ma'am," Celia stammered. Tears rolled from its 
lovely eyes.

Mrs. Tanaka threw back her head and gave a hearty laugh. "What a delightful 
meat girl," she cried. "I wish every girl had your attitude! You wouldn't 
believe some of the backtalk I get."

The elderly matron pulled open a drawer and began rummaging for something. 
Celia wiped its eyes.

"Backtalk, ma'am?" it asked. "From meat girls?"

"Oh yes - you should hear them," Mrs. Tanaka answered, shaking her head. She 
turned her mouth down and adopted a shrill, whining voice. "'Don't grill my 
arms, Mrs. Tanaka - they'll dry out!' 'Don't gut me, Mrs. Tanaka - it will 
hurt!' 'Don't bake me alive, Mrs. Tanaka - cut off my head!' And so on and 
so forth."

"I can't imagine saying anything like that," Celia answered. "I'm just a 
piece of meat."

"EXACTLY!" Mrs. Tanaka shouted. "Congratulations for figuring that out!" 
With an expression of triumph she handed Celia what looked like a large 
vibrating dildo. The white plastic shaft had shallow grooves in a corkscrew 
pattern, and at the base of the cylindrical grip was a small transparent 
container.

"The butcher will be here in about half an hour so we need to prepare the 
sauce," Mrs. Tanaka said. She grabbed the nude girl and hurried it down a 
hallway.

Celia gaped in surprise. "The butcher, ma'am' But I thought you might . . ."

They entered a small bedroom.

"I might keep my lottery prize around for a few days?" the old lady said. "I 
usually would, honey, but I don't have an ounce of girl-meat in the house 
and family is coming for the weekend."

"I didn't mean to talk back, ma'am," Celia answered with a smile. Laughing, 
Mrs. Tanaka tossed a towel on the bedspread and turned on a television.

"Now you pull some juice, my dear," she said, "while I get the kitchen 
ready."

"Juice?" Celia said, puzzled.

"Of course, dear, I make my own girl sauce," Mrs. Tanaka said. "For heaven's 
sake, you silly roast, you push in the extractor, turn it on and have 
orgasms - how hard is that?" She charged out and left Celia staring 
uncertainly at the dildo.

The TV was tuned to the Woman Eater Channel. A porcelain-skinned Asian 
beauty was strapped alive to a red-hot grill, wriggling and crying in agony.

"We want to brown the girl before we bleed it out," a lady was saying. 
"Tomorrow on Asian Cooking Today - when is the live girl ready to finish?"

At least it's on the right channel, Celia thought. A commercial came on for 
Festiva Southwestern Restaurants. "The most delicious southwestern fare," a 
voice said, "in the newest, freshest recipes this side of the border!" Cuts 
of luscious latina flesh were shown in various dishes - brown thighs, 
glistening broiled tits, arms, rump roast . . .

Lying back on the bed and closing its eyes, Celia probed its wet cunt and 
licked the delicious juice from its fingers. Then it guided the thick 
corkscrew shaft of the dildo all the way into its pussy. It heard another 
commercial voiceover: "tired of messy decapitations' Tired of endless 
cleanup?" The commercial showed a tired-looking woman hacking through a 
naked girl's neck, blood squirting all over. "Well no more! Now you can 
behead any girl, anywhere . . ."

Celia pressed the switch, and felt the dildo vibrate as it began rotating 
gently inside its body. The corkscrew grooves felt strange but very very 
nice, as they churned against the slippery interior of the girl's pussy.

"D-Cap Deluxe mounts anywhere - no special hardware needed!" Celia watched 
as a nude brown-haired girl positioned its delicate neck in a small 
table-mounted device. A paunchy man snapped a clamp in place, and then 
pulled a lever across the top of the D-Cap. The girl's head dropped into a 
sink, its body quivered, and blood gushed out of a spout. Celia panted 
softly, its heart thumping. As the announcer jabbered, one person after 
another beheaded one girl after another: a teen-ager and an Asian chick, a 
fat lady and a blonde, a man in a necktie and another Asian girl, a very 
small woman in a fancy dress and a tall, well-muscled redhead. Celia cried 
out softly as pleasure tingled through its belly.

Next the television showed a ravishing black girl strapped tightly to a 
table, its firm naked flesh gleaming. A butcher buckled a gag into the 
girl's mouth, and the camera focused between the thick shiny thighs. 'A tip 
from the chefs at Babe Flesh: try extra-fresh cunt by carving it alive.' 
Another butcher thrust a short knife into the woman's plump crotch, and 
began carving the triangular cunt filet . . . Celia shuddered in its first 
orgasm, and gave a soft cry. The black girl groaned and shut its lovely 
black eyes and tossed its head . . .

Celia panted with lust. Waves of pleasure emanated from the dildo as it 
whirred and turned inside the girl.

Next came a beautiful nude blonde with a dazzling smile. "Are you tired of 
paying a meatcutter to process your girl' Have you dreamed of butchering a 
luscious babe like me - right in your own home?" The girl hefted its juicy 
breasts toward the camera. "Well now you can - with the Meat Station Two!" 
Celia's pelvis bucked and twisted around the shaft buzzing inside its cunt.

A loud male announcer took over as several quick sequences displayed the 
speed saw, the precision slicer and several other implements in action, 
chopping and slicing and dicing and dismembering various women. At the end 
of the commercial, the blonde's pretty face appeared in closeup and said "so 
try the Meat Station Two - delicious babes are ready for YOU!" And the 
blonde's lovely smile dissolved into a blank expression. The camera drew 
back to show the girl's severed head on a table, surrounded by perfect cuts 
of its honey-skinned body. The pieces of girl-flesh were artfully arranged 
around the Meat Station Two - "Special TV Offer - the Meat Station Two PLUS 
the instructional video for only $129.95!"

Celia squirmed and struggled on the bed, its gleaming skin slippery with 
sweat. Finally it lay back exhausted and pulled out the vibrator. The dildo 
emerged from the dripping hole with a faint sucking noise. And to Celia's 
amazement the corkscrew had gently siphoned warm juice from the cunt, and 
the container was two-thirds full of clear oily liquid.

Celia was sitting up as Mrs. Tanaka rushed back in. Switching off the TV, 
the old lady saw the vial of pussy juice and grinned.

"You're such a good girl," she said affectionately, patting Celia's damp 
hair. "I knew you'd make plenty, my dear - now let's get to the kitchen."

The butcher turned out to be a homely middle-aged woman wearing a blue apron 
and a hairnet. As Mrs. Tanaka mixed the pussy-juice with other ingredients, 
Celia climbed into the gigantic sink. The stainless steel felt cold against 
its rump. The butcher and the girl worked together to soap the soft young 
flesh. The girl climbed out onto a mat, with water streaming down its white 
skin and dripping from its nipples and crotch.

'Here, have a taste, dear,' Mrs. Tanaka said. She spooned some of the 
girl-sauce into Celia's mouth. With spices, wine and a hint of lemon, the 
cunt-juice added a pungent flavor that tasted exactly right.

'Yum!' the girl said, smiling. The butcher had finished toweling the damp 
meat, and was taping Celia's wrists together behind its back. As the 
luscious animal sat on the counter, dangling its legs, it noticed a familiar 
device mounted on the edge of the sink.

'A D-Cap Deluxe!' Celia laughed. 'I saw that on TV about twenty minutes 
ago!'

'I love the darn thing,' the butcher said. 'A lot of kitchen doodads don't 
work, but this little gadget is so darn clean and simple.'

'I used to wipe blood off the walls for an hour!' Mrs. Tanaka said.

'Now let's get you in there, sweetheart,' the butcher said. She gripped the 
girl's shoulders and helped it lie down. Celia placed its neck in the D-Cap, 
and felt the clamp snap shut against its throat. The girl's creamy flesh lay 
stretched out on the counter, delectable and ready to cut.

'Why did you bind my wrists?' the girl asked, as it gazed at the ceiling. 
'Once you cut my head off I'm not likely to struggle.'

Mrs. Tanaka laughed. 'Sorry, dear, but did you really think we'd finish off 
a naked babe without having a little fun?'

'I ... I'm sorry, ma'am...' Celia said anxiously. It rolled its eyes down but 
with its head immobilized it couldn't see what the ladies were doing. Steel 
clinked against porcelain, and a hand gripped the girl's delicious right 
breast. Celia's heart pounded and it began breathing rapidly.

Mrs. Tanaka appeared and smiled into the girl's eyes. 'Now try to lie still, 
dear,' she said sweetly. 'We're just going to snip off these tasty nipples 
of yours for an appetizer.'

'Oh God!' the girl cried. It felt the sharp steel slicing into its breast. 
As pain stabbed through its chest Celia tried to hold still, but its supple 
young body tossed and squirmed on the counter.

'Stop that!' the butcher snapped. 'The first one is almost done . . .' The 
right breast was released and through the pain Celia felt warm blood 
coursing down the slick skin of its rib cage.

'You're doing very well, darling,' Mrs. Tanaka said, squeezing the girl's 
arm. 'Here goes the second one.'

The left breast was squeezed tightly and again a blade sliced into tender 
flesh, working under the appetizing nipple and separating it from the juicy 
breast. Celia screamed and cried, tears pouring from its eyes. Then the 
pressure stopped and only the stinging pain continued.

'That was delightful, dear,' Mrs. Tanaka cooed softly. She rubbed the girl's 
soft arm and kissed it on the forehead. Then she held a severed nipple in 
front of Celia's face.

'You must admit it looks delicious, honey,' the old woman said. 'I'd give 
you a taste but I'm greedy to eat them myself.'

'It does look good,' Celia sobbed. 'I'm sorry I struggled - it just hurt so 
much.'

'Of course it did, dear. That's why we cut them off while you were alive ' 
it's fun! Now, are you ready to go?'

'Yes, please,' the girl answered.

'I'll even do it myself,' Mrs. Tanaka said kindly. She reached across 
Celia's face and took hold of something. 'Good-bye, dear.'

The woman pulled upward. Celia felt a slight pinch on the side of its neck, 
and its skull slammed into the steel sink. It glimpsed a spurt of blood, and 
existed just long enough to hear the women laugh.

by LR