The whole setup is the same as that pole dancer I saw roasting when we came back in. They’re going to cook my baby girl! “At least kill her first you sickos!” The men laugh at me and watch as poor Abby is carried behind the bar that doesn’t have the pole dancer in it. She’s placed in the roasting device, which begins to turn and glow a bright orange. I feel my cage being moved, and I watch, crying as my daughter cooks.
I hear numbers, but I don’t look at the men shouting them. Eventually they finish bidding and I feel cuffs around my hands and ankles. I’m carried to one of the tables right near the bar where my daughter is. The bartender is basting her as I watch. “Who was she to you?”, my new owner asks.
“My daughter.” I notice her blink. She must be in immense pain.
“I see. It’s a shame you won’t be having any more, because she looks delicious.”
I turn and glare at him, “Delicious!? She’s my daughter!”
He grabs my throat and I stop being able to breathe. “Do not yell at me again, bitch. Women are good for two things. Fucking and eating. Got it?” He lets go of my throat and I start breathing heavily to catch my breath. “You should be proud to have given birth to such a tasty looking whore. I’ll make sure you get a piece before we leave.”
“What? I couldn’t possibly eat-”
“You can and you will. I am your Master now. You will do as I say.”
He gets up from his seat and pushes me against the table, facing my daughter. He grips my hair tightly and holds me against the table, but hold my head back, forcing me to watch my daughter cook. “You will tell me when they take her off the spit.” As he talks, I hear his pants drop. I tighten my ass, but he uses his other hand to pull my cheeks open and force his manhood through my anus. “I want you to imagine my cock is the spit that impaled your daughter.” He continues fucking my ass, without any lubricant at all. I don’t care about the pain though. I already feel dead inside. I wish his cock was the spit. Then I’d be dead soon and this torture would be over with. He slaps my ass a few times and remarks about how red my skin gets when he slaps it.
My daughter’s skin goes from a pale white, like mine, to red, to a golden brown. I don’t know the exact moment of her death, but I’m sure she’s reached it by now. I’ve failed as a parent. It’s the only thing I’ve ever really tried to do, and I’ve failed to protect my baby girl. This is all my fault. Maybe I deserve this fate for being such a naughty girl in my youth, but Abby didn’t. She was a good girl. And because of my bad karma, she’s been dragged into this. It’s all my fault that she’s dead. My new master pulls his dick out of my ass and showers my back with spots of warm cum.
“Slave! clean my shitty dick with your tongue!” I don’t move. It’s not that I’m trying to defy my new Master, but I’m just so exhausted, physically and mentally, that I can barely react anymore. He pulls me up off the table by my hair and forces me down onto my knees. I can no longer see my daughter. He slaps me across the face and puts his dick up to my lips. “Don’t make me repeat myself, slave!” I look at his dick for a second and slowly begin to suck on it and lick it. It tastes a bit shitty from my ass, but I’m so emotionally numb right now that I don’t care. Once his dick is completely clean, he rubs my head like one might do with a dog. “Good slut.” Then he pulls his pants back up. Good? There’s nothing good about me. I’m a horrible failure. As her parent, it’s somehow my fault that my own daughter’s dead.
He brings me over to the bar as they’re sliding they’re carving the first slices of my daughter’s meat. He orders two thick slices of her ass and puts one in front of me. “I want you to be the first to get a taste of your daughter’s tender meat.” I stay silent and unmoving through the horror as he cuts a bite sized piece off the meat in front of me and presses it against my lips. My mouth fills with saliva as I smell my daughter’s cooked flesh, but I don’t open my mouth. My Master squeezes my cheeks with his other hand to force my mouth open and he shoves the bite in. He closes my mouth and shouts “Chew!” Slowly, I begin to chew. It’s horrible, but delicious. Very sweet. “See how good she tastes?”
I see other people ordering cuts of meat and the bartender slicing them off my daughter like she’s some kind of animal. I slowly continue eating my slice of Abby’s tasty meat as my Master eats his. My daughter is food. At least she’s delicious. This is not what I wanted for her. Her soul must be in Heaven though, right? After all, she was such a good girl. That can’t be too bad. Maybe this is the best I could do. To raise meat, like a cattle farmer, except that I’m also one of the cattle. That must be what I am. That would be why I neglected my studies when I was younger. Cattle need to breed, but not to learn. I must have just been doing what was natural. And to think, how arrogant I was to think that a daughter of mine is human like everyone else, when I don’t even pass for human. Maybe we almost were. But we’re not. And now we’re both paying the price for my arrogance.
Once we’re finished eating, Master brings me out to his Lexus. It’s very late at night, and I’m very tired and empty, despite the filling meal I’ve just eaten. I fall asleep as he drives me to his home. My new home.
—–
When I wake up, my cunt aches and I’m strapped to a table. “Ugh… What happened?”
“I’ve tied your tubes while you slept. You can no longer get pregnant.”
“How could I have slept through surgery?”
“Anesthetic. I’m no amateur. I’m a skilled plastic surgeon. I cut open whores like you every day.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s Yes, ‘Master’.”
“Yes, Master.”
Over the next few days, he tells me stories of his clients. He teaches me how desperate women really are. If a woman is ugly, it doesn’t matter how smart she is. If she’s beautiful, she gets what she wants regardless of her intelligence. Beauty is really the only important thing for us. We’re all whores, really, though so many of us pretend that we’re not. He explains all the ways that we deserve this fate.
When he calls me “slut” or “whore” now, it starts to feel like a compliment. When he rapes my ass and mouth, I start to want it. After a while, he starts to rape my whore cunt too. I guess he was letting it recover from the surgery or something. He occasionally brings home snacks from work. Little bits of girlmeat that women wanted removed. Labiaplasty, for example, is the removal of part of a whore’s labia to make their cunt look better. If women weren’t cattle, why would they pay so much to have pieces removed so often?
“Whore!”
I rush over to Master and get on my knees in front of him. “Yes, Master?”
He pulls out his dick and I dutifully begin to suck it. “You’ve been a good little slut this past week, so I’ve decided to reward you.”
“Mmmm…”
“I’m not going to tell you yet what your reward will be. I will let it be a surprise.”
“Mmmm…”
“It’s something every whore like you should want.”
“Mmmm…”
“After this blowjob is over, I want you to start strapping yourself onto the table you’ve been sleeping on.”
“Mmmm…”
I continue to suck him off until his cum runs down my throat. I lick his dick clean, look up at him and smile. He puts his dick away and rubs the top of my head. “Good slut.”
We walk over to the table and I begin to strap myself in. Master helps with some of the straps and puts a ballgag in my mouth. He then wraps something tightly around my left leg. My leg goes numb as he gets his tools ready. He has a scalpel, sutures, and some metal thing which he plugs in. As my leg gets very numb, it feels heavy and starts to hurt. He leaves me alone for a few hours. I can see myself strapped to the table in the mirror on the ceiling.
When he comes back, he picks up the scalpel and starts to cut into my flesh. He slices a flap of skin on each side of my leg, pulling it back, leaving it connected right near the tourniquet. He then slices into me near the tourniquet, layer by layer. It hurts, but barely. Eventually, he slices through the tendons, finally separating my leg completely. He doesn’t even leave a stump. It still feels to me like it’s there, but completely numb. It’s a very strange feeling. Once my leg is put aside, he picks up the metal thing that was plugged in. “This is an electric cauterizing tool. It will seal the wound.” I can smell cooked flesh as he burns the joint closed. I can feel it burning me, but only barely. After that, he ties something up with the sutures. Finally, he closes the flaps he made earlier and sutures them to one another, closing the wound.
“I’m going to cut your leg into cuts of meat. It will be tasty, just like your daughter was. I’ll even let you have some. If you continue to be a good slut, I’ll do the same to another of your limbs.”
As he speaks, he pulls off the tourniquet. I feel a rush of pain where my leg was. I feel a painful, numb, phantom leg. Then he unfastens my other three limbs and removes the ballgag from my mouth. “Thank you, Master.”
He smiles and rubs my head again. “Good slut.”
My leg’s meat tastes great. Master lets me eat some, but eats most of it himself over the next week. During this week, my wound bulges a bit and flattens again. Master gives me a cane to walk with. It’s difficult to adjust, and I fall down plenty. He continues to use my slut holes at his whim. Meanwhile, he builds an odd toilet for me in the bathroom. It’s on the floor and has a rack to hold me in it. I don’t really fit though. There are also splash guards on either side of it and it’s equipped with a bidet.
Master repeats the process on my other leg after that week is up. Now I fit perfectly in that toilet’s frame. This is also where I’m expected to sleep now, so I do. It’s a bit easier to get around on my hands. I’m surprisingly light. I also don’t need to kneel to suck Master’s cock.
Another week later and he removes all my teeth. He also tells me not to speak anymore. He uses a blender on my food and spoon-feeds it to me. The same day that he removes my teeth, he comes home with another girl. He hangs her over the bathtub by her ankles and slices her throat. She screams briefly, but that’s quickly cut short. Master picks me up, sits on the toilet and fucks my ass, moving me up and down on his shaft as we watch the blood drain from her body. After he cums, he puts me back on my stand and leaves for a while. I watch the woman’s dead body as it finishes draining, swaying slightly. When Master comes back, I watch as he slices her into cuts of meat.
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