dirty stuff

I’m kneeling in my cell. At the far end of the hall from The Door. In isolation. You had me thrown in here weeks ago, after you’d raped me so hard I passed out. The infirmary nurse questioned you. She got fired. I got a death sentence.

I don’t know how you pulled it off, but I’m in this cell waiting to die. You told them I was insane. That I needed solitary confinement. In reality, you simply knew you’d have more control over me here. They think I was sent to a hospital, only you know I’ve been shackled & gagged in this room all along. You used to bring me food, water; you haven’t for too long. I know why.

You’ve been whispering in my ear as you’ve pounded into my pussy. You’ve described what’s behind The Door. The execution chamber. You fucked my ass to celebrate the day you managed to get my records changed. Laughing as you told me how I’d “died in prison” last month. Already buried in a paupers grave, yet still breathing enough to choke on your dick. You left me to sob on the floor that night, kicking over my last glass of water on your way out.

~click~

“It’s time Whore.”

I get to my feet...it’s harder & harder to do as the days have passed. You come up & twine your fist into my hair.

“Hurry up.”

You drag me down the hall. Your footsteps echo eerily, empty cells surround us, all I can see is The Door. Too soon you’re opening the room.

It isn’t much. A bed with some straps surrounded by dirty white-ish walls. No windows. No other doors. It seems as if we stand there for an eternity taking it all in.

“Get on the table.”

I slowly comply, sitting on the side. I know you want me to lay down, but I’m too exhausted to lift my legs.

You come to help me.

“It’s too bad this all has to end. You were a good little whore.”

You tie me down, cinching buckles at my ankles & waist, shoulders & neck. I can’t get up now. It hits me then...

I’ll never get up again.

You stroke my cheek as a tear rolls down it at that thought.

You bring your hand up to where I can see what’s in it. A syringe, filled with what I assume is poison. You brush my hair back in one soft motion, almost comfortingly. You place the needle against my arm, pushing it into my veins.

It stings. Then it burns. My arm is on fire. My lungs ache. My body is shaking uncontrollably, kept from falling only by the restraints place on it. I know nothing but pain & that thought echoing in my head.

I’ll never get up again.

The convulsions slow to a tremble. I think your hand is still on my head, trying to soothe me? I’m not sure, but I can hear you speaking.

“Do you have any last words whore?”

I don’t speak. I have nothing to say.

“You understand, don’t you? At last, you understand.”

You kiss me. Hard, pressing down as if I’ll respond.

It was then your life completely changed. As you sucked he suggested he knew what you needed. You moaned and took more of him in your mouth as he outlined his plan to make you his woman. Your mouth only left him once while you asked him what about them. He said they could take care of things so she would not have to worry about anything. You knew exactly what he meant. You didn’t answer. You simply stood up , slid down your pants and layed back on the couch opening your legs. Your felt with your fingers that you were soaked. He walked to you and lifted you up by your hips pulling you onto his cock piercing you and fully inserting himself into you until his nut sack was on your mound. You started to grind and within 20 seconds came for the first time. He started pumping you while at the same time telling you his plan. His friend owned a dump site. He could make things happen so nobody would see them again. As he finished that statement you came again. He told you that you would be his bitch and eventually he would be living in your house. That he had friends that would living there also. You shuddered and came again. He said you would have to help in their disposal and you grabbed his hips and came yet again. He said they would take care of things as soon as he came. You opened your legs wide offering your hole deep and met his every thrust. He moaned and shot his load deep into you and as you realized what was about to happen you came yet again.

He took your hand and helped you off the couch. His cum was leaking and running down your thigh. You both walked to the dining room. Your new lover gave you his gun. He pointed at your husband and said kill the fucker. You poured the gun at his head. His eyes were wide in fear. You reached down with your hand and took some of the fresh cum. You showed him the load and then licked it off your fingers. You then squeezed the trigger and watched his head explode. He dropped to the floor already dead. Your son was screaming. The other captor grabbed your sons head with his hands. You smiled and him and then nodded. The thug twisted his head and you heard the snap of his neck. He gurgled and gasped and he was dropped to the floor.

Your lover said he would get rid of this shit. He told his friend he needed to get some of that looking at you. You smiled and walked over to him. Kissing him you thanked him for taking care of things. You whispered in his ear how hot it was watching him snap your sons neck.

You sucked him as you watched your husband being dragged out the door. Your second captor pushed you back on the floor. You raised your legs up looking down and seeing his thick dark cock pressing into you. You layed your head back and realized the back of your head was on your sons dead chest. He was still warm but of course unmoving. Caught up in how thick your lover was you started meeting his thrusts feeling your swollen clit responding. Your head pushed back pressed hard against your dead sons chest as you came yet again. He felt you cumming and blew his thick load into you. You laid there feeling the warm glow of cumming.

Standing they told you they needed to get your son into the trunk of the car. You stood over him to help them drag him out. At that moment a gob of white cum dropped out of your pussy landing directly on his dead mouth. You all saw this. You were the first to start laughing with the other two joining in

This is a story based on a concept called Voluntary Whiteboy Disposal , thought up by Imagefap user PervyPencil . It contains dark themes of Black supremacy, coercion, snuff, and abortion. If that sound unappealing to you, don’t fucking read it.

VWD Honeymoon

All through high school Angelina and Sam were the “it couple.” She was a seriously stacked redhead and Salutarian for her graduating class, and Sam was a blonde, blue-eyed all-american football star. By Senior year Sam had a full-ride scholarship to duke university, and Angelina could get into any school she wanted, but was firmly decided that she too would attend duke. Nothing she thought would ever separate them. That’s why come prom night neither of them concerned themselves with protection as they lived out the american teenage dream in a hotel suite.  A month later Angelina was pregnant, and both of their parents insisted on marriage immediately after graduation. Angelina was radiant as she walked down the aisle seven months pregnant to spend the rest of her life with the man of her dreams and father of her child. But her sister, and maid of honor had other plans.

Jessica had been in college for the past two years and had learned what it was to be with a real man. She had been sleeping with black men exclusively since she hooked up with a stud named  Andre freshman year. Andre had demonstrated black supremacy to Jessica, and introduced her to a fledgling movement pushing for the legalization of what they called disposal, of white men. White men, Andre said were a plague upon the earth, the evil oppressors of every other group in history and they were weak, and ready to be eliminated.

Jessica started dating white boys for Andre, denying them sex and worming her way into their brains. Then, when they were addicted to masturbating and following her orders she would get them to kill themselves, by promising the best orgasm they ever had. Many hanged themselves jerking it to the sight of Andre’s big black cock splitting open Jessica’s tight white pussy. Their deaths would be ruled autoerotic asphyxiation. This Andre said was a temporary measure till assisted suicide became legalized and the plan was to have centers in every city devoted to disposing of white boys.

Taking advantage of a legal grey area, and international waters however, provided an opportunity for Jessica and Andre to give Angelina and Sam a very special Honeymoon cruise. Jessica had been telling Angelina about the amazing sex she had with black men, but Angelina said she she could never cheat on Sam, and that five inches was more than enough cock for her. She didn’t even take Jessica up on the Black stripper she provided for the bachelorette party, although she did get quite an eyeful of his tremendous package.

The Honeymoon Cruise however was impossible to turn down, four weeks on a luxury VWD liner touring the hottest islands of the Caribbean and finally down to Rio De Janeiro for a long weekend in a five-star resort. Having to fly out right after the reception Angelina and Sam were exhausted when they boarded the cruise liner and didn’t take much notice of the fact that the liner only had white couples as passengers and only black crewmen.

The first morning the were roused bright and early for a celebration marking their passage into international waters. Free alcohol had inhibitions flowing as all of the white couples danced and partied. Soon the entertainers started putting their plans into action and introduced ship wide game of truth or dare that was designed to get people into an adventurous mood, while introducing the idea of swinging being okay on vacation, getting couples to make out with strangers, flash each other, compare dick sizes, soon became competitions in which the more adventurous wives tried to get off a big black stud before one of the female entertainers could get off her husband. Penalties for the inevitable loss were things like chastity devices for the men, or being locked in a “party jail” where every wall was video of the sexiest scenes of the party, interspersed with simple interracial pornography.

Angelina may not have been drinking but the atmosphere was infectious, literally there were arousal agents in the air and in the drinking water. After An hour of the games she had made out with another woman, and both Sam and her had lost their clothes to forfeits. Angelina was super horny and hadn’t yet gotten to fuck her husband since they got married. She took Sam by the hand and headed back to their suite. but in order to get out of the ballroom they were in, they had to pass a challenge. Sam had to last 90 seconds without orgasming while one of the black entertainers rubbed herself on him. Horny as he was, after about thirty seconds he lost his load between a pair of beautiful brown buttcheeks and before he knew it he was locked in a Steel chastity cage. To get the key, they were told they’d have to win a competition, The Cuckold Rodeo.

Four couples, two a bit older  and the other young like Sam and Jessica were brought to the center of the room, where for well hung black studs stood next to for saddle shaped devices, sybians they were told. The three other couples with locked up husbands were introduced and the rules were explained as follows: only one key was available to win today. The winner would be the first couple make their “bull” orgasm, before their “cuckold” creamed themselves on the saddle. The wives couldn’t touch the bulls unless their cuckold was firmly seated on the saddle which had a lifelike seven-inch black dildo sticking out of it. The last couple to complete the task, or the first cuckold to cream themselves before their bull “popped” would have to “walk the plank” the other cuckolds would have to wait for tomorrow to get another opportunity to play for release.

This was clearly getting out of hand and Jessica and Sam were reluctant to get involved in something this lewd, but the woman who had brought them over there, after locking Sam up, whispered that they it wasn’t really cheating, and since Sam had just popped they had an advantage. The couple barely had time to think it over before a bell rung and the older two of the other couples jumped into action. Each of the men was lubing themselves up, as their wives started greasing the sybian, and within moments one of the cuckolds had gotten the whole thing inside his ass and his wife rushed over and knelt in front of their bull. “Trust me, you don’t want to forfeit.” said the entertainer that brought them over.

Reluctantly Sam found himself lowering his ass onto a large black cock, while his wife urged him to hurry so she could go get started on the real thing. Just getting the head of the thing in was hard, but after that each inch felt like a yard. Eventually he had the whole thing crammed into his previously very-virgin ass, and could tell that if he weren’t so tipsy and horny, this would hurt a lot worse. With Sam’s weight ont the saddle the device came to life and started to vibrate gently, tickling a spot that Sam didn’t know he had, His cock twitched. “Hurry” he urged his new bride.

“Damn girl.” The Bull in front of Jessica said, “You look about ready to pop. I’d like to get a baby into myself.” Jessica just blushed and lowered her pregnant frame to groin level and started tugging on the Fat ten-inch cock in front of her. “I’m no little white boy, this cock’s isn’t going to blow for a handjob.” Jessica looked over and saw the wife from the first eager couple, taking her mouth off the slobbery cock before and turning around so she could fit it in her drooling cunt. she turned around to look at Sam who was staring at the spectacle with eyes half rolled back in his head from the prostate massage that was getting more intense as time went on. He shook his head towards her not just approving of her giving a strange black man a blowjob, but enthusiastically encouraging it. Jessica took the fat head into her mouth and started sucking. It was so much bigger than Sam’s and already leaking a ton of sweet pre-cum. The scent of the powerful black man before her filled her nostrils and she bobbed back and forth, trying to get the whole damn thing in her mouth.

Suddenly there was applause as the woman taking it doggy style pulled off to reveal a pussy overflowing with black cum. The other wives took notice and also got in position to take their bulls vaginally. Jessica’s Bull said, “they got the right Idea sweetheart.” This time Jessica didn’t even look to Sam as she pulled her bull down to the mat and got on top of him. She couldn’t suppress a moan as she lowered her cunt, which she now realized was sodden down onto the massive cock below her. She got it about halfway in before she had a gut wrenching orgasm from the way this black cock split her open. She almost blacked out it was so intense, and then people were cheering. The woman who already got her bull to pop, had her sloppy cunt shoved in her husband’s face and he was dripping a stream of pearly liquid out of his cock caged.

Moments later another cheer erupted as the other mature woman revealed a dripping creampie, the sight of which apparently drove her husband over the edge because he groaned and released a big gooey load onto his saddle. Now they were playing to see who lost, and Jessica could hear Sam urging her to fuck faster and harder.

Sam was barely holding it back as he watched his pregnant bride bounce up and down on a cock so big it belonged in porn. The vibrating saddle had kicked it up a notch as each of the first two couples completed the challenge and Sam was swimming in a sea of pleasure and pain he had never imagined. In front of him Jessica’s Cunt was stretching on a huge cock, and to his left he could see a young blonde woman doing the same, even harder. He was practically crying as he tried not to cum, when suddenly the crowd started jeering, and he could see that the other husband was being pulled off the Saddle. The bell rung signalling the end of the competition, but both of the wives were too lost in the moment to stop riding their bulls. Sam felt a sudden release of pressure and then blacked out as he unloaded every ounce of cum from his balls in one intense stream of bliss.

Chip Albright  was  in shock as he was pulled up off the saddle that he had just willingly sodomized himself on. In front of him, his wife Debbie was riding her bull with an intensity that Chip had never seen in their bedroom at home. Someone handed him a big 25 pound anchor and a length which was then clipped onto the chastity cage he was wearing. His wife was pulled off of her bull, protesting the whole time and they were led in a procession out to the deck.

Went Mr Jackson, his boss had gifted he and his wife Debbie an all expense paid VWD cruise, Chip had no idea what he was getting into, this was so debauched. Whatever the forfeit was, Chip figured “walking the plank” involved a diving board, or maybe a dunk tank, so he was surprised when he was lead onto the deck where a real plank went through an opening in the railing. The black man leading the procession spoke up. “As forfeit, cuck, you have to walk the plank, but don’t worry your wife can throw you a life ring. Just as soon as she locks herself into a chastity device.” Behind him Debbie was between two half naked black men in tight lifeguard uniforms. One held a Big metal bikini bottom type thing, with heavy duty locks and a White and orange life ring, the other he noticed was rubbing his wife’s cunt and whispering in her ear.

Chip gulped, but then the man in charge leaned over towards him and whispered. “Don’t worry kid, it’s safe, we have divers in place already.” Meanwhile the Lifeguard groping Debbie was telling her that once the chastity device goes on, it won’t come off for the rest of the cruise. So she should get at least one last orgasm in before going for it. Besides Chip looked like a good swimmer.

The man in charge prompted Chip out onto the plank. “She can’t grab the belt till you jump, and if you make me push you I’ll make her wait longer.” Chip waved to his wife and said “I love you honey.” before stepping off the edge of the plank. He seemed to fall for a very long time, and when he hit the water it knocked the wind out of him so he dropped the anchor, which in turn yanked on his balls so hard it felt like they were going to come off, but instead it just dragged him underwater. It took Chip a minute to get to the surface and pull up the chains so he could tread water. He looked anxiously up at the deck for his wife to throw the life ring.

As soon as Chip went over the edge, the lifeguard holding debbie whipped out his cock and rubbed it against her throbbing cunt. She was so close, she could just fuck this guy real quick and get off, and then she’d put on the chastity belt and save Chip. “Damn him for cumming like a fag on that dildo.” she thought. “Now she wasn’t going to get to cum again for this whole vacation.” She moaned a she felt the big black cock behind her press between her labia. Oh god. how was she going to live without this.

The crowd cheered as they watched Debbie albright cum all over a giant black cock,when she stopped shaking she tried to pull away and go for the chastity device, but the bull behind tugged on her hips and plunged back into her once, and she lost focus and started fucking him back, again. And again. After a bit she found the other lifeguard standing in front of her guiding his penis into her mouth. By the time she realized that the ship had started moving again Chip had already been pulled, balls first, to the bottom of the ocean. She couldn’t save him now, even if she wanted to.

Sam woke up the next morning with a painful sensation as his penis tried to get hard in it’s cage. Jessica was on the bed next to him moaning softly in her sleep. She was still naked, and her cunt was swollen and plastered in a lot of dried cum. He had been so exhausted after the rodeo that Jessica had to get help to carrying him to their cabin. He had heard a lot of cheering outside when he was flopped down onto the bed had no idea what had happened to the loser of yesterday’s competition. Jessica had been nearly as exhausted, but after a nap she had gotten up and gone in search of food. In the Cantina had had to compete against some of the other white women to see who could swallow the most of a long Jelly dildo, as a forfeit she had offered up Sam’s Chastity for another day, and when she lost, Sam’s name was naked down on list saying he couldn’t compete for freedom until the day after tomorrow.

It felt like eating dinner made her super horny again and she regretted that Sam wouldn’t be able to fuck for two days now. At a nearby table a pair of couples was having an excited conversation. An asian woman, seated next to a cowed looking white man was talking animatedly

“…I can’t even believe how hot that was, she just kept fucking her brains out and let him drown.”

“I know,” said a the brunette at the table.”Steve her came in his pants watching him go under for the last time while his wife was getting spitroasted by those studs.”

“I think he’d like to see what you’d do in her position.” said the asian woman.

“I hope he gets to find out.” the other replied as both men at the table blushed.

She wasn’t sure what exactly happened but as she was walking back to her cabin she bumped into her Bull from the Rodeo. “Hey there, sweet thing. I was hoping I’d see you again.” Jessica blushed and stammered as she realized that she had cheated on her husband with this hunk, on her honeymoon. And he was standing in front of her with a semi-erection in his mesh briefs. Jessica just stared at his cock for a moment shocked by it’s size and virility, feeling her loins flush with desire.

“I’m Jason.” The obsidian hunk in front of her offered. “Where are you headed…?” He paused. “Jessica,” she stammered. “I was going back to check on my husband Sam.”

“I bet he’s pretty tired out after earlier, anal seems to takes a lot out of white boys, but once they get a taste, they can’t get enough of it.” Jessica didn’t know what to say to that.

“Mind if I walk with you?” Jason inquired. Jessica said she didn’t and the two of them headed towards her cabin.

“I was serious before” Jason continued. “I’d love to put a black baby up inside of you.”

That made Jessica laugh. “Well, as you see I’m kind of occupied at the moment.”

“That doesn’t really matter. The ship’s doctor would be happy to take care of that problem, probably only take an hour to do.”

essica knew that she should be horrified. but she was just baffled by what he meant. He couldn’t possibly be suggesting what it sounded like. Then she thought of the conversation she overheard in the cantina.

“Um, do you know what happened with the couple who lost the, uh, rodeo?”

That brought a grin to Jason’s face. “Sure do, I was there servicing a few of the clients while they watched.” He said thrusting his hips for emphasis.

“Watched what?”

“That blonde bimbo fuck a couple of studs, while her husband took the forfeit.”

“Which was?”

“He had to walk the plank, like they said, with an anchor tied to his nuts. He would have been fine if his wife was willing to stop getting fucked long enough to toss him a life ring.”

Jessica gasped. “That’s horrible, he drowned?”

“Don’t act so surprised, I’ve felt you cumming on my cock. Would you give up on a real fucking from a real man to save your white boy?”

She couldn’t believe it. “But that’s murder.”

“Nope, it was disposal. I mean technically it will be reported as a suicide, along with the others.”

“What do you mean the others?” Jessica asked terrified of the answer.

“The other white boys. This is a Voluntary White-Boy Disposal cruise. I’d be surprised if a single white-boy made it to Rio alive, they all have the Extinction ittch, ya know. The way you want to be bred by superior black man. White boys they know it is in the best interest of the species if they die. I you get them wound up enough with pussy and the sight of what a real man looks like and they start turning into lemmings.”

Jessica felt light headed. Fortunately they were at her cabin. She turned to leave but Jason grabbed her and pulled her close. “I know you want another taste of this big black dick.” He growled.

Jessica was acutely aware of the dampness between her thighs. “I don’t know, where would we..?”

“You’ve got a perfectly good bed right there.”

Jessica allowed herself to be backed into the cabin. “Sam is sleeping.”

“Sam is also officially useless to you, locked up as he is.” Jason lowered her down onto the bed, and spread her legs. She was wearing a bikini, that was barely noticeable under her pregnant belly.  

“Put a pillow under yo’ ass.” He ordered as he undid the strings to her bikini bottoms and spread her legs.

Jessica was powerless to resist him at this point and tilted back her pelvis to give Jason the best access to her Cunt. “God, fuck me.”

“Yeah, that’s more like that. I am a god to you, you dirty  white whore.” Jason said as he started to press into her. Jessica let out a moan. Jason slowed and pulled back, leaving just the tip of his cock pressing through the folds of her sex. “Gods demand sacrifice don’t they, whore.”  He thrust in just a little as her body begged for him. “Answer me.” He said.

“Yes, please fuck me.” she cried.

“Not unless you agree to trade Sam’s cock for the rest of the week. He stays locked up, or I walk out the door.”

“A week. What will I tell him?”

“Whatever you want. Do we have a deal?’

“Yes. Fine!” Jessica said, and then gasped as Jason pushed all ten inches of his thick black cock into her at once. He fucked her like a freight train. She couldn’t believe how good this felt, how much better sex was with a real man. Jason made her say as much, told her to beg for his big black cock, to say how much better he was than her husband, to say that she wanted to be black bred. He made her beg to fuck her hard enough to abort the baby, and she believed it might happen, as his huge tool hammered on her cervix she came think that it might be killing the white baby inside of her. When Jason was done with her, she was oozing cum and practically brain dead. She fell asleep within moments of him pulling out and leaving the cabin.

When Jessica woke up to Sam spooned in behind her, everything was perfect in her world. She lay in the arms of her new husband and as she felt the metal cage around his penis things came flooding back to her, she flushed with arousal at the memories of yesterday, but she was scared of what was happening. Sam was upset when he found out that he was to locked in chastity for the first week of his honeymoon. But as he learned exactly what was going on on the ship he realized it was a blessing in disguise. Since he wasn’t eligible to compete for release he didn’t have to risk his ass in humiliating competition. Drugs in the food and the free flowing alcohol had everyone very relaxed and aroused by the situation. For the few uncaged men their partners we insatiable, whereas the wives and girlfriends of locked up men were increasingly frustrated as most of them got a taste or two of Black cock, and then were cut off unless there was a forfeit.

Sam had to admit that he was weirdly aroused by the “dance competition.” Women entered their husbands and boyfriends to go onto a stage with chairs and nooses. With nooses around their necks the men were begged by their wives to step off into empty air so that the Black crew men would fuck them And they did. The rules to the dance competition were simple: Last man dancing wins, and each of the wives could go and cut their husbands down whenever they wanted, they just had to give up getting fucked. Five guys jerked and struggled over their partners fornicating bodies until one by one they lost consciousness. When there was just one left the nooses were lowered and the winner was released from chastity. Only two of the men actually died though, the others just passed out, but they came to with the knowledge that their wives would rather fuck other men than save their lives.

Jessica and Sam were embarrassed by how turned on they were seeing men  throwing their lives away so their wives could pleasure real men. It was hard not to notice that all of the black crewmen were sporting much bigger cocks that the white boys, and they were all in peak physical condition. Jessica spent a lot of time openly masturbating  of having Sam eat her out while they watched the cruise continue into debauchery.

There was a smother race where the women sat with their cunts press over the nose and mouth of their tied down white-boy and tried to suck off three black men before their white-boy suffocated.  Jessica recognized the asian women from the cantina in that one and watched her deliberately take her time licking up and down each black cock rather than try and rush them off. Jessica realized what was going on and pointed out to Sam, and they both realized that the women whose white-boys had been disposed got to fuck black cock pretty much non-stop. Jessica came at the thought, while Sam squirmed in his cage.

One day there was a “dive competition.” The ship had pulled up close to some gorgeous shallow reefs, and in the crystal clear water you could see right to the bottom. Ten women were handed the keys to their white-boy’s chastity device, each weighted with a bright colorful number. Then the water was chummed with the remains of one of the previous night’s losers. Dozens of sharks swarmed the area in a frenzy. The women were told that they could unlock their husbands, and be off limits for black men for the rest of the cruise, or they could throw it overboard. All ten women tossed their keys in the drink, and were embraced by a hung stud as reward. The whiteboy were then educated about their cages, which were designed to slice through their genital tissue if tampered with without the correct key. This was demonstrated on a banana, which splattered everywhere. Either retrieve your keys or be locked up forever. The guys all took the plunge, and it was hard to decide whether to watch the Interracial orgy on deck or the feeding frenzy in the waters. Of the ten divers three managed to get their keys and get back to the life boat safely. One of those however grabbed the wrong number by mistake, and when he got on deck he tried to unlock himself, and ended up bleeding out while his wife of twenty years got triple penetrated next to his body.

By the time the first week was over Sam’s balls were so blue he could barely sleep. Jessica was begging him to take part in some of the less dangerous games so she could get off with something other than his tongue, and she was becoming petulant with him. Demanding he get her fucked by a real man. There weren’t that many white boys left on the cruise, so group competitions dwindled in favor of personal challenges.

Sam was given the choice to earn his key in a “glory hole guessing game.” Ten dark glory holes made up on wall of a room. On the other side there was just one, and a red button and a green button. Sam had to put his cock through a hole and keep it there while his wife fucked a big black cock coming through the wall behind him. But only for ten minutes. After ten minutes the black cock pulled out and Jessica had to push the red button if she wanted it back. The red button in turn activated a air pressurized guillotine on three random holes. If Sam pulled out before Jessica pushed the green button he’d automatically trigger the blade on his hole. For two hours he stood there begging Jessica to push the green button, but she could not get enough black cock. It wasn’t until she was too fucked out to stand that she hit the button releasing him.

Sam carried his gaped out cumm dripping wife back to their suite where his key was waiting for them. Eagerly he unlocked his cock, looking forward to finally consummate his marriage. But as he got between her legs she stopped him. “Not now honey, I’m too sore.” Looking at her cum filled pussy he was hard and eager to fuck her, but he respected her wishes and spent the night jerking off while she slumbered peacefully. Sam rubbed his little penis raw that night, and in the morning he tried again to get into his wife’s pussy. “Fine.” Jessica said and she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Sam’s dicksprang to life looking at her sticky pussy all red and gaped open from the last night. He himself into her and started humping. Rather than enthusiasm Jessica seemed a little bored, she asked him a few times to go deeper, but of course he couldn’t. Sam wasn’t even enjoying himself much since she was much looser than she used to be and his penis was desensitized from masturbating all night. Eventually they gave up and decided they would try again after breakfast.

During breakfast their moods improved and Jessica became affectionate as she started getting turned on. In the whole cantina there were only three white boys left, and the women were eating and laughing together with the black crewman. Every once in awhile a blonde head would disappear into a lap, or a woman would be bent over a table. Jessica and Sam were about to head back to their cabin to reconnect when jason sat down at the table.

He had been teasing Jessica all week, and he had one of the girthiest cocks on the ship that gave her a feeling like none other. She flushed as he sat down. “Hey whiteboy, see you’re still hanging in there, figuratively speaking.” He turned to Jessica and said. “How’d you like to have me put that black baby in you tonight?”

“What!?” both Sam and Jessica said, although Jessica sounded more excited than outraged at the suggestion.

“I can make it happen if you want it to, talked to the ship’s doctor and everything, but it is going to cost you.”

Sam was shocked, and Jessica was very flustered. “what will it cost me?”

“In return for me fucking you night and day until you’re knocked up with a black baby, you have to abort the white parasite you’ve got in you right now, and Sam has got to go.”

Honey, what is he talking about?” Sam protested.

“You two talk it over, but I want a decision by tonight.”

Back in there cabin, Sam was distraught. “How can you even think of doing this? To our baby, to me?” Jessica placed her hands on her swollen belly.

“First off Sam, This is my decision to make. Secondly think of everything we’ve seen this week. Black men are gods compared to white boys. I love you Sam, but I’m never going to enjoy fucking your little penis after being with a man like Jason.  I want my child to have a future and that just isn’t going to be possible with a white son, he’d be competing with real men, with black fathers. Did you see the literature in the ship’s library? This isn’t just one cruise, this is a phenomenon whites are going extinct and I want to help bring our oppressive race to an end. I’m not going to have a white baby Sam, and if you love me you should do this for me.”

Sam cried for a while and Jessica comforted him, telling him that it would all be over soon. That afternoon they found Jason and told him their decision. Rather than a cramped infirmary the captain declared that the procedure would take place on the party deck. Everyone was in attendance,  crowd of mostly naked white women and black men, the two remaining white boys besides Sam all gather to watch Jessica’s sacrifice to Black supremacy.

The ship’s doctor was an attractive black woman in her thirties who worked with quick professionalism,despite the obscene nature of the procedure. inserted a fiber optic camera into her cunt and protected the action on a screen behind them. Several Crewmember then approached Jessica and helped her off of the operating table and onto their cocks. Two at a time they squeezed into her cunt, stretching her open so that the procedure would be easier. On the screen The thick black cocks pounded into the camera giving a visceral show of the gangbang going on inside of the young newlywed. The whole time the entertainment director held a mike to her mouth and asked her questions about what she was doing and why. In between moans and grunts Jessica explained what she had learned this week. That black men were superior in every way to white boys and that only through ruthless oppression had the black race been kept from their rightful place ruling the planet. Whites were programed to seek extinction which is why it felt so much better to breed with a black man than a white boy, and why pathetic white boys were easily manipulated into disposal.

One by one they emptied their loads inside of her as the crowd cheered and fucked. Next the doctor to a needle attached to a length of surgical tubing and put her whole first inside of Jessica’s Cummy pussy, using the video screen to push the needle right through her cervical opening.  She connected a big syringe of fluid to the line and handed it to Jessica. Now it was time for Sam to participate he was brought forward and Jessica held out the syringe to him. “I need you to do this form now sweety. It’s time to flush your whiteboy genes goodbye. He took his hand and helped him depress the plunger.”

She groaned as the fluid did it’s work, inducing a sudden labor. As loose as she was right now, and considering she was about a month and a half early she easily squeezed out the white baby. Which Sam caught. Sam looked down at his white son for a moment when Jason stepped in behind him and stuck a needle in his neck. Within moments Sam was completely paralyzed. In the audience the other white boys were also drugged and paralyzed,while the audience cheered. Jason dumped the white baby into a bio was bag, and tied it closed. The doctor meanwhile was sucking out the afterbirth from Jessica’s womb, so that she could get on with the most important part. Standing shakily she took the weighted bio waste bag and threw it overboard. Sam could only watch as his only chance as reproduction disappeared into the ocean.

With wild applause the deck broke into a frenzied orgy of interracial sex. Sam lay on the deck unable to move as he watched his newly un-pregnant wife give a blowjob to the man who was killing him. Unable to control himself Sam’s five inch penis got hard and as Jason entered his wife’s cunt, Sam spewed one last wasted load of white semen. After the orgy wound down a few black crewmembers pushed the paralyzed white boys overboard, where they were sucked into the ship’s propellers and chopped to pieces.

@meatluvvr asked his followers for a dolcett themed story; that inspired me to write my own.

Part I

The building is low, rectangular, nondescript. Fresh pavement, well tended lawn and garden, and clean stucco. I checked the address I had, hastily scrawled on a piece of scrap paper; it confirmed I was in the right place.

“Doesn’t look like much, does it.”

“I think that’s the point.”

Rebecca and I stood side by each outside the nearest bus stop, under the shade of a large, overhanging tree. Behind us, the street was midmorning summer quiet. Apart from the occasional drone of a large truck passing on the nearby interstate, and the distant hum of a lawn mower, all was calm.

It felt surreal, to be here after so many hours spent thinking about this moment. While I couldn’t speak for Rebecca, this was, by far, the most exciting moment of my life. I crumpled up the paper and tossed it into a nearby trashcan.

“Well,” I said, “are we gonna go in, or what?”

Rebecca frowned, and bit her bottom lip.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” I said.

“No,” Rebecca said, shaking her head. “No, no. Of course not. I want this—bad.”

“Okay, good. Then prove it. Come on.” I took her hand and, after a moment’s resistance, Rebecca acquiesced, letting me pull her up the path after me.

When we reached the opaquely polarized double glass doors, we found them locked. At first, I was confused. Then I saw the buzzer, set discreetly off to one side. Shrugging, I looked to Rebecca, who shrugged back. I pressed the button with my index finger, sequined pink polish glittering prettily in the sunlight, then stood back and waited.

“Good morning,” said a pleasant female voice. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, hi. Um, my friend and I are looking for”—I repeated the address—“are we in the right place?”

“You are. How can I be of service?”

I looked at Rebecca, confused. What was I supposed to say? Of all the illicit promotional material I’d read, nowhere was there any mention of codes, secret passwords, or similar nonsense. I’d assumed getting inside would be as easy as opening the door and walking in. Now, I was beginning to wonder; was I making a mistake?

“Look. I don’t know what you want me to say. We found your address online, and my friend and I are very interested. We’d like to come in and talk to someone, if that’s possible.”

The intercom crackled, as if expressing doubt.

A second passed, two.

Just as I was about to give up, a buzzer sounded and the lock clicked. I was able to pull the door open. I held the warm metal in my hand, peering around the edge of the door at the darkness within. Cool air blew out to meet us, enveloping us in its icy grip. I looked around at the calm, cheery brightness of the day, then made eye contact with my friend.

“Well,” I said.

“Well,” Rebecca agreed.

“If we do this—if what I’ve read is true—there’s no going back. Are you sure you wanna go through with it?”

“I’m sure if you’re sure.”

“All right, then. Let’s do it.”

@meatluvvr - sorry to tag you again, but since this story is for you, I wanted you to know that I’ll be updating this particular post as I write; check back on it periodically if you want to read future installments.

Part II

A woman waited for us in the lobby.

She was petite, blue eyed and blonde, dressed in business casual, and sporting a wide smile full of perfect white teeth. As we approached, she held out a hand, shook Rebecca’s and mine, then gestured for us to sit on a white leather loveseat across from an identical chair, in which she sat.

“Ladies, good morning. I’m Delaney Mackintosh, customer relations representative for this facility. Who might you be?”

We introduced ourselves.

“Good, great,” Delaney Mackintosh beamed. “What brings you to our facility today?”

“I’ve always,” I began, at the same instant Rebecca said, “We wanted.”

Everyone chuckled a bit, and after each of us urged the other to go on, I continued, meeting Delaney Mackintosh’s kind, interested gaze.

“I can’t speak for Rebecca—okay, we’ve known each other so long I could, but I won’t, I’ll let her tell her own story in a bit,” I said. “Personally, I’ve been fascinated with the idea a long time. I grew up curious and open minded; after puberty and the internet, I had something to focus my fascination on.”

“Okay,” Delaney Mackintosh said. “How did you make the leap? What first alerted you to the existence of our organization?”

“It started with damsel-in-distress type fantasies. Growing up, I didn’t just want to be any princess, I wanted to be the princess. The one coveted, lusted after. So much that the dastardly villain just had to take her for himself. You can ask my brothers; I’m sure they’ll tell you how tired they got of rescuing me.”

Rebecca laughed. “It’s true,” she said. “Playing with her could be an exercise in patience. You’d just get her untied when, whoops, she’d manage to fall prey to another scheming baddy.”

“I take it your fantasies started with her,” Delaney Mackintosh said to Rebecca. “I remember all kinds of back and forth between my best friend and I growing up.”

“It’s true,” Rebecca said. “Though it was a bit of a stretch, to go from playing recuse the princess with her and her brothers to fantasizing about being killed and eaten.”

“I’ll never forget the first time I told you,” I said, and Rebecca smiled. To Delaney Mackintosh I said, “She came over to my place one day our senior year. I had it all planned out. I showed her the art I’d found online, and then let her read some of the stories that pretty much dominated my masturbatory life that year.”

“How did you feel, learning your best friend wanted to be killed, cooked and eaten?”

“It was a shock. I was really put off, at first, to be honest. Then, like, the more I read, the more I watched, the more I learned—it all made sense.”

“I’ve been doing this a little while,” Delaney Mackintosh said, “and you’re the first pair of friends I’ve dealt with. Lovers, sure. Usually there’s enough of a physical bond to overcome any awkwardness or hesitation from one party or the other. But platonic friends? You guys are a first. You aren’t physically intimate, are you?”

Rebecca and I both laughed.

“Not unless you count a few exploratory kisses,” I said.

“We’re just good friends,” Rebecca said. “Once she told me she wanted to go through with this, I couldn’t let her do it alone.”

Rebecca held out her hand and I took it.

“Speaking of which,” Delaney Mackintosh said,  “I hate to get official on you girls, but before we go any further, I’ll need to see some identification. As you know, while the process is completely legal, it requires participants be both willing and able to consent.”

I fished my driver’s license out of my purse and handed it over.

Delaney Mackintosh held it up, studied it, then looked long and hard at me. I felt like I did the first time Rebecca and I tried to sneak into a club—certain Delaney Mackintosh would find some nonexistent flaw, some legal triviality to disqualify me, and my dreams would be squashed forever.

“Thank you,” she said, finally, handing my license back to me.

“Please don’t judge me on that picture alone,” I said.

Delaney Mackintosh smiled politely, took Rebecca’s license and checked it, then passed it back.

“Okay. Now that that’s out of the way, I’m obligated by law to inform you of something. If you accompany me into the next room, there is no going back. If you have doubts or second thoughts, however minute or seemingly inconsequential, now is the time to act on them. You are perfectly free to leave, take time, think things through, and come back when you’re ready.”

“What,” Rebecca said, pausing to clear her throat. “What happens if we do go on, and then change our minds?”

“I’m not at liberty to say. You’re a smart girl. You know what we do here. The experience can be pleasurable to the point of transcendence, or it can be coldly detached and brutal.”

My whole body went rigid at her pronouncement. My nipples stiffened and my sex ached; I could feel myself moisten as my body simultaneously tensed and relaxed, ready for fucking. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, certain Delaney Mackintosh could see right through me, knowing Rebecca would be able to read me like a book. I couldn’t help but think about it; the sudden shift from person to meat, as simple as walking through a door.

Pretty soon, I realize, I wouldn’t just be thinking about it—I’d live it.

“I don’t meant to pressure you, Becca. This is a big decision, and I’ll support you no matter what you decide,” I said, standing. “But I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life.”

“Excellent. And what about you, miss?”

Rebecca frowned. I got the feeling she finally realized the enormity of her decision. If she went with me, that was it; as far as Rebecca the person was concerned, at least. There would be no more school, no more work, no more makeup, shoes or boys. Very likely, her last moments on this earth would be confused, even painful. By this time tomorrow, she would dead, her carcass cleaned, butchered, and portioned. However, if she left, she would be on her own; the dynamic duo we’d formed on the first day of kindergarten all those years ago would be no more. Her best friend—me—would be dead, and she’d be left alone to deal with the consequences.

“I, um, I’m not sure.” Rebecca frowned, clutching her purse to her chest, as if it were a talisman that could ward off evil or, I thought, more likely, a doll. “I mean, I want to go with her, so she doesn’t have to face this alone, but it such a big decision, I—”

My cunt spasmed as a possibility occurred to me.

What if she left and I went on ahead; her life would continue, she’d get old, find someone, maybe settle down and have kids. Losing me would no doubt hurt her for a long time, but after a while she’d get over my passing, and maybe forget me entirely. Meanwhile I would be dead, full stop, this very day, and the best I could hope for in terms of longevity was a prolonged stay in the back of some cannibal gourmet’s freezer. More likely I’d be dead, dissected, digested, and somewhere in the waste treatment process by the end of the week.

Did I really want that?

Was I truly ready to die for the enjoyment of others, never to know pain, pleasure, fear, joy, or anything else, ever again? And how about my parents; my other friends and family members. To them, I was not only a person whom they loved and cherished, but a living embodiment of their life’s work. My parents spent thousands of dollars and thousands of hours raising me, taking care of me, making sure I was happy and healthy and fed, with clothes on my back and a roof over my head. Was this selfish decision not squandering all they’d sweated for, spitting in the face of their efforts?

I felt warm, soft. My whole body yearned to be touched; squeezed, poked, prodded. I wanted nothing more than to lie down, close my eyes and spread my legs.

Of course, I could do all those things and more if I called this off and went home right now.

However, deep down I knew my solo escapades would never satisfy me again; nor would any man be able to bring me to the same orgasmic heights as my death tremors.

I couldn’t make up my mind.

If Rebecca wanted out, I decided, I would go with her; if she wanted to go on, to hell with everyone else—we would do it!

“Miss, are you ready?”

I blinked. “Huh, what?”

Rebecca was beside Delaney Mackintosh, and together they stood staring at me. Sometime during my own mental wanderings, Rebecca must’ve made up her mind.

“Are you sure” I asked.

“Positive.” Rebecca said, grinning widely.

“Oh … My … God.”

We squealed, jumping up and down like two little girls excited for Christmas morning. When we were through we hugged, then turned to look at Delaney Mackintosh, who was once more smiling.

“Ready to go on?”

“Ready,” Rebecca and I said.

“Be ready,” she said, “for in this room, all your dreams will come true.”

Part III

The next room resembled the intake portion of a police station, as I’d seen depicted on TV. There was a desk, manned by an older woman who looked up—but did not smile—as we entered, a wall with painted lines, indicating measurements anywhere from thirty-six to eighty-four inches, and a laughably small camera set up on a tripod.

“Welcome to the first stage of processing,” Delaney Mackintosh said. “At this point, I’m going to ask that you had over all your personal belongings to me. Purses, wallets, cell phones. You can keep your clothes for the time being, but I need the rest.”

Rebecca and I reluctantly surrendered our belongings; I felt naked, giving up my cell phone, lifeline to the outside world and one of the final things tethering me to the life I was about to leave behind.

“Now, each of you will have your picture taken. This is for legal purposes; like producers of pornography, we are required to keep detailed records of every girl that comes through our facility. That way, if there is ever a complaint, we can point to your file and say, uh uh, she was legal and consenting.”

“Makes sense,” I said, hugging myself.

To think that I might not be around to speak for myself—to defend my actions against potential accusers that ranged from my parents to state and local government—sent a chill through my veins. My arousal, which had peaked the moment Rebecca made her decision to accompany me to our shared fate, began to wane. Despite the long, intimate hours I’d spent fantasizing about this, I’d never imagined it would be such a drawn out process. This felt more like passport renewal than a precursor to being snuffed and butchered.

Rebecca went first, holding a card with her name printed on it, exactly like an inmate would do for her mugshot. The old woman—Gladys was her name—snapped orders and pictures with equal detached aplomb. She gave off a decidedly unpleasant vibe, and it was obvious to me why she was here, past the point of no return, rather than out in the lobby greeting guests; if Rebecca and I had been ‘welcomed’ by Gladys, there’s a good chance we would’ve talked ourselves out of continuing.

“Next,” Gladys droned, and Delaney Mackintosh nudged me gently towards what I couldn’t help but think of as the ‘Wall of Shame.’

“How do I look?” I asked her as I passed. “Okay?”

“Hold the card chest height,” Gladys intoned, ignoring my question. “Look straight into the camera. Do not smile.”

I did as I was told, turning when she said, holding the card up so the camera could clearly see my name as well as my face.

When it was over, we went to another room, where we were told to strip naked.

“Naked?” Rebecca repeated. “But it’s so cold in here. We’ll freeze.”

Delaney Mackintosh apologized, but insisted; it was a necessary part of the process.

To show Rebecca there was nothing to be afraid or ashamed of, I unbuttoned my denim chambray shirt and lifted it over my shoulders. Instantly, I was confronted by cold; it seemed to cling to my skin, like a film, raising hairs all over my body and sending a final, painful, stiffening jolt to my nipples. Nevertheless, I continued removing clothing, unclasping my bra and dropping it to the floor, before undoing and shimmying out of my white denim capris. Next I kicked off my bamboo sandals and stood in salmon pink bikini panties while I waited for Rebecca to catch up (the poor thing was having a hard time lifting off her yellow sundress).

“What happens to our stuff?” I asked, more to pass the time than out of any real concern.

“Your clothes will be laundered and taken to donation centers. Your other belongings will be sent back to your family.”

I grimaced.

“Is there a problem?” Delaney Mackintosh asked.

“Would you mind wiping my phone first? There’s some stuff on there I don’t want my family to see.”

“Of course. I’m sure our tech department can take care of that for you. Now, if you don’t mind,” she said, gesturing to my panties. “I don’t mean to rush you, girls, but I know how chilly the facility is, and I’m only thinking of your comfort.”

I slid the skintight fabric down my thighs and quickly folded the garment up, hoping to hide the embarrassing dampness in the crotch. I dropped them to the floor with the rest of my clothes, and turned to see Rebecca, naked, legs crossed and arms folded together in front of her breasts. I smiled encouragingly, and she gave me a weak grin in return.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get this party started.”

“Excellent. If you girls will just follow me,” Delaney Mackintosh said, disappearing through a door on the opposite of the room from the one we entered.

“I guess we’d better hurry,” I said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Rebecca said, a bit more comfortable with her nudity, now we were alone. “Hey, listen. Are you sure about this?”

I shrugged. “What choice do we have? You heard her. There’s no going back now—only forward.”
 “I know, but—”

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her. Rebecca stiffened, as if I were a stranger, as if she’d never seen me naked—or I her—but gradually relaxed, melting in my embrace.

“Shh,” I said, rubbing her back, feeling her shoulder bones beneath her smooth, taunt skin. “It’s okay. Soon, we’ll live out our fantasies; soon, none of this will matter.”

Rebecca hiccuped, and I realized she must’ve been silently crying all along.

“We could go back,” she said. “What are they gonna do? We could probably make it out into the street before anyone realized we weren’t goin ahead.”

“No,” I said. “I don’t think so. They’ll have thought of that.”

A sob escaped Rebecca’s lips.

“There’s only one option left to us, and that’s to go forward. If you want, I’ll go first.”

Rebecca sniffed, nodded, and pulled away.

“Okay. Let’s g—g—get on with it.”

“All right,” I said. “Follow me.”

Part IV

“Hello?” I said, peering into the foggy darkness. “Is anyone there?”

“Delaney? Miss Mackintosh?”

Rebecca and I huddled together near the door we came through, uncertain whether to proceed or await further instruction. It was colder in this room; it felt like we were standing in a fridge or a freezer (in fact, the sensation called to mind a childhood memory of being shown the inner workings of a Pizza Hut while attending a birthday party; the place they kept the dough felt exactly like this).

I took a tentative step forward, but was halted by steady pressure on my arm. Rebecca. She held me tightly and would not let go.

“I don’t like this,” she said.

“Neither do I, Becca, but we can’t stand here all day. I’m sure there’s a reason Delaney left us; she probably assumed we were smart enough to know to follow her, and now she’s waiting in the next room, disappointed. You don’t want her, or anyone else, to think we’re slow, do you?”

Rebecca whimpered.

Gradually, her resistance weakened and I was able to pull her forward. Immediately, the door we came through slammed shut, locking with a hermetic hiss.

“That settles that,” I said. “Come on, let’s go.”

Truthfully, I felt something was very wrong. I’d always assumed that, given the immense sacrifice I was making by volunteering for such a process, that I’d be treated like royalty. Maybe that’s symptomatic of my generation’s coddling; being told, almost from birth, that you’re special has to have an effect, no matter how subdued, on your psyche. But if you think about it, my reasoning is sound, and my argument makes sense.

However, the world doesn’t always make sense. To paraphrase someone wise: sometimes, you get fucked. I dwelt on this maxim, wondering how I could’ve made such a poor choice, feeling betrayed and a little scared, as we walked deeper into the gloom.

A klaxon siren sounded once we passed a certain point; along with it, a yellow light began to flash. It was like when you see machinery—big, dangerous production lines—start up in movies. Instantly, I disliked it; approaching blindly, in the dark, knowing that somewhere, sometime, I would be killed, was like waiting for a jump scare in a movie, only a thousand times worse.

Rebecca pressed closely against me, and I felt a pang of guilt for dragging her along with me. Poor, sweet, loyal and suggestible, she would’ve followed me anywhere. I should’ve known better than to confess the truth of my desire.

“W—what is this?”

“I don’t know,” I said, shouting to be heard over the noise.

Suddenly, the floor beneath our bare feet began to move. Whirring, mechanical sounds filled the air, and we were carried forward, towards the far side of the room, which was obscured by mist and darkness.

Velcro straps emerged from the floor and wrapped automatically around my ankles, securing me in place.

“No!”

I looked up to see Rebecca being hauled off the conveyer belt by what looked like two men in doctor’s—or butcher’s—uniforms. “Wait,” she cried. “I want to go with her. Please!”

“Becca!” I said, but when I tried to step away, the straps tightened, pinning me to the floor and preventing me from doing so. 
A third man emerged from the gloom. He wore a mask, an apron, latex gloves and clear plastic goggles. I took one look into his cold, detached eyes, and knew pleading with him would be futile. He took my wrists and raised my arms over my head, and secured them with identical velcro straps that hung from the ceiling. After making sure they were tight, the conveyor belt halted.

He returned, holding electronic clippers; they buzzed, and my auburn locks fell to the floor around me.

Next, I was sprayed with some kind of liquid—it was viscous, like oil, and after a second or two, it started to burn, as if my whole body were an open wound and they’d just covered me in alcohol. I screamed, thrashing in my bonds, but the more I struggled, the tighter they got, until I was almost totally immobilized. Behind me, somewhere in the darkness, I could hear Rebecca crying. I wanted to call out to her, tell her not to be afraid, that it would all be over soon, but the burning pain was almost too great for me to form a coherent thought, and it was certainly too much for intelligible speech.

The conveyer continued.

I approached a metal arch, with little modules that looked like speakers placed at regular intervals around it.

Suddenly, jets of air assaulted my sensitive body. I screamed as the pressure increased and I felt bits of me blown away as I was dried. I felt a particularly wet splat, and looked down to see what only could’ve been one of my eyebrows plastered to my arm. It remained there, stuck to my pink skin for a second, before it was blown away, gone forever.

When the blowing stopped, the room was deathly quiet. I still felt pain from the spray, but it was distant now; I realized with shock that that was how they dealt with body hair, which was always one of my biggest sticking points when it came to this fantasy. All the cartoons and stories ignored the fact of human hairiness, when in reality you would never cook a woman with a head of luscious locks than you would a pig that hadn’t been shaved first. The spray must’ve been some kind of depilatory chemical.

Which meant…

Something warm, viscous and wet, probed my anus. It seemed to hesitate there, as if sensing my reluctance, but before I could process the reality of its existence—let alone its intent—the pressure increased and I felt myself brutally parted as it fully entered me. Warmth and wetness, followed by painful bloating, as the intruder sprayed some kind of liquid deep into my bowels. It was awful; humiliating, uncomfortable. The worst kind of violation imaginable. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I tried to think about something else, anything else, but as if sensing my thoughts, the device kept moving—every time I got used to it and its awfulness in one spot, it shifted to another.

My stomach, generic stand in for the rest of my insides, felt bloated, like a combination of the worst indigestion with the worst menstrual cramps.

“Please, stop! Kill me now!”

I heard the words, and thought at first Rebecca had spoken them. It wasn’t until the device withdrew, bringing with it the contents of my insides, and I screamed, that I realized it’d been me.

For better or worse, Rebecca was gone, and I would never see her again.

My stomach dropped when I realized what they’d done.

Either intentionally or on purpose, they’d swapped Rebecca’s and my stated preferences.

I’d always dreamed of being spitted and live roasted; of feeling the heat build until it became intolerable, wincing in agony as my fat was rendered and my body slowly roasted in its own juices. I dreamed about the orgasms I would have, squirming around the implacable steel spit, whereas Rebecca wanted it to be over with as soon as possible. She desired a quick, humane slaughter, followed by post-mortem processing.

“You bastards,” I said; I imagined them greasing Rebecca up, her dark hair gone, eyes red and wide, lips peeled back in a grimace of absolute terror. “Delaney, I can’t believe you did this to us, you, you horrible cunt.”

There was a hiss, the crackle of static, and her familiar voice rose above the mechanical din:

“As you can see, we’re in the middle of processing our latest intake. The one on the lefthand side of your screen request live spitting, while the one on your right desired a quick and painless end. Unfortunately, since they did not do their research, they did not know—until very recently—that we were unable to accommodate their requests. You see, ladies and gentlemen, in order to deliver the quality and flavor you deserve, we are required to make the process as traumatic and painful as possible.”

My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe my ears.

Not only was I lied to, I had unknowingly lied to Rebecca as well. How many times had she heard from my lips the pleasures that awaited? To be fair, I was working with flawed, incomplete information; everything I’d read, all the comics and images I’d seen, suggested the most powerful orgasms imaginable awaited those brave enough to sacrifice their lives for the culinary enjoyment of others. Had it all been a sham, designed to lure in the gullible (like me), or were the authors and artists unwilling accomplices, lured by their own twisted desires to imagine only the best possible scenario?

While I thought, the conveyor continued forward.

One moment I was in the dark, the next there was bright, blinding light.

“If you look closely,” said Delaney Mackintosh over the loudspeaker, “the processes are about to reach their climax.”

I heard a whir, then felt a flare of pain as something moved up my body from my now-hairless sex to just below my breasts. I looked down in time to see mechanical arms pull my abdomen open, and my insides, a coiled mess of grey and pink and dark red, go spilling out of my body. It was a surreal feeling, to see my inner workings, the very things keeping me alive, leave my body. There was pain, but only a little; it was more the eerie sensation of being turned inside out that troubled me.

I pissed, voiding the one area they’d neglected—probably for aesthetic purposes—to clean out prior to my disemboweling.

“Agh,” I groaned, looking up towards the speaker, where, very faintly, I could still make out the words being spoken.

“Her offal will be ground up and sold as feed for livestock; soon, shock and blood loss will cause her to expire, after she reaches the peak of her agony. Then, and only then, will she be parceled, packaged, and made available for purchase. Choice cuts will be auctioned, while the rest sold on a first come, first serve basis.”

My eyelids fluttered.

I felt cold.

The world, distant.

“It looks as though she’s going … going … and, gone.”

I slumped.

The last thing I heard was: