u/Blackfireknight16

So someone was asking about a Dolcett game. Now, while I'm not a gamedev, I do have an idea for an ideal Dolcett-style game. This is what I have in mind.

Premise:

So the basic premise of the game is that it takes place in a meat factory, with Papers Please/ inspection style-gameplay. You play as three workers who operate different parts of the factory, following laws and company policy to get money and boost the reputation of the factory.

Gameplay:

The gameplay is split up into three sections: Inspection, Processing, and Cooking.

In inspection, you have to evaluate the girls who come through. The way this would work is that they hand you a meat ID card; you check that all the details are correct and send them through as either A, B, C, D, E or F. However, you have to be careful, as sometimes the information on the card is not the same as what you see.

So, for example, the card says A, but the automatic grader says B. You have to find out why there's an inconsistency and get her through the correct gate. These inconsistencies can be in the shape of tattoos, more weight, medical issues and the like. You have to find them and address them correctly. This is also where policy vs law comes in. Per company policy, every girl has to go through, while the law demands a full inspection and the like. Both can either provide monetary or reputational benefits. Sometimes both.

In Processing, you have to send the meatgirls to the correct line to die. Like hanging, beheading and the like. But you have a quota to meet, such as having X number of girls ride the spit or hang. But you have to let them through one at a time and prep them for their doom before moving on to the next one. Each method takes time. Like spitting would take the longest but makes more money, while hanging takes the shortest but makes the least.

In cooking, you have to put the corpses of the meatgirls into the automatic butcher and cookers before time runs out, and you have to put the rest into storage. Like the previous one, you have a quota to meet before the end of the day and have to organise the girls into raw packing, oven-cooked, fired and spit.

That's it for my idea. Anything else to add?

Shanti looked up as she watched an advert for a new place for a virtual reality experience. This experience lets someone experience being slaughtered virtually, without being slaughtered. She shuddered at the thought, but she did see other girls look at the advert with interest. And in truth she was interested as well. She didn't want to die, but she knew that it was part of being a woman in this Dolcett age.

Her sister was called for slaughter a month ago before the police came to pick her up. Rani ran for it, but didn't get far. She ended up being slaughtered unwillingly, and their parents had to pay 10,000 credits for a running fine. It was one step below the maximum penalty of having all immediate female family members slaughtered. But that only happened if the meatgirl was gone for more than 24 hours after the month deadline ended, and it rarely happened.

As Shanti watched the advert, she overheard a couple muttering to each other. "Don't go for it, I heard they brainwash you to volunteer for slaughter," the Japanese girl said.

"Like that would be able to do that," the darker-skinned girl said. "Not only is it illegal, but it's immoral. They aren't allowed to brainwash you. That's a penal punishment."

Shanti didn't know too much about what the two were talking about, but if it was true, it wouldn't be a terrible way to go.

OOOOO

After arriving in her apartment, Shanti dropped her bag and coat before walking over to the computer and beginning to search for the company name. It quickly came up, and she began to read what they had to offer. To her surprise, they had a lot, such as industrial slaughter experience, spitting, medieval hanging and butchering. But they also had some personalised ones, such as human sacrifice, being eaten alive by a snake, or even becoming a cow.

As she looked deeper, she discovered how the VR devices worked. They weren't VR in the traditional sense. What happened was that you'd have a device placed on your temple, which didn't pierce the skin before the headset was connected. The device would then translate signals from the VR headset to the brain, mimicking the feeling. So if Shanti wanted to feel as if she was being amputated, she would feel that through the VR despite her not getting amputated.

The site also clarified that any pain was limited to something like a pinprick due to safety. This reminded her of an old show she couldn't place the name of. The show was a death game where people were trapped in a game and could die in the real world if they died in the game. Shaking her head, she also noticed that she could combine experiences. If she wanted to get sacrificed by being eaten alive, she could. She could also book licenced movie scenes such as the chest-burster scene from Alien or the Thuggee sacrifice from Indiana Jones. The scenes also responded to her decisions, such as whether she was willing.

The more she read, the more she wanted to experience it. But she paused before making a decision and thought. One of her all-time fantasies was being mind-controlled and eaten alive. That particular neuron activated when she watched The Jungle Book for the first time. But she also had a fascination with human sacrifice. So it was hard to pick, but she also reminded herself why she was looking at this site.

She wanted to know what it felt like to be slaughtered, what it meant to be like her sister and be killed for her meat. Pulling out her phone, she did a quick check on her meat grade. It was a B, so she looked up associated slaughter methods for her grade. There were several: hanging, downing, beheading, live gutting, cooked alive and even several for a local butcher. She tapped her chin before opening a new tab and looking up her sister's number.

It came up quickly on the meatgirl registration index. Pulling up the profile, she read about how her sister died. Like Shanti, Rani was grade B and was beheaded on the line. Turning back to the experience tab, she found it and checked the booking price. To her surprise, it was less than she thought, only 100 credits and booking for 2 experiences was even less at 150 credits. Making her decision, she selected the Vore Sacrifice and the meatgirl experience for the following weekend.

After that, she picked up her dildo and began to masturbate.

OOOOO A week later

Shanti walked into the building and made her way over to reception, where a Chinese girl dressed in a qipao sat. A collar sat around her neck with an ID attached to an O-ring.

"Hi," she said as the Indian girl walked up. "Do you have a booking?"

"Yes," Shanti said as she presented her QR code.

The girl scanned it, and the booking came up on her terminal. "Ok, so to confirm, it's a B-grade beheading slaughter experience and a vore human sacrifice." She nodded and looked up. "Is that one after the other, or would you like a break in between?"

"One after the other, please," Shanti said nervously, and the receptionist nodded and typed it in.

"Vore, huh?" she muttered. "Most Indian girls like the cow program."

Shanti blinked. "Really?" The Chinese girl nodded.

"Yep, not sure why though, but a few of them do go to become cows." She looked down. "Can I interest you in that program? It will be at a discount."

Shanti thought about it, but she caught on to what the receptionist said. "Some go to become cows?" she laughed. "I thought that brainwashing is illegal."

"Oh, it is," the receptionist confirmed. "It's just that some people enjoy the experience so much they go to make it happen for real," she shrugged. "There was an indian woman, a hot milf, who tried out the pony experience and went to become one," she indicated to the wall, where a picture sat of an older busty woman dressed in full ponygirl gear. "She was a breeder for a year or two before she got slaughtered."

"Wow," the indian girl muttered. "It doesn't happen to everyone, right?"

"Not everyone," the Chinese girl said, nodding. "It's... well... something to keep in mind."

"Right," Shanti nodded. "Oh, how much for the cow experience?"

The receptionist looked up and blinked. "Oh, free, because you booked two sessions, you get an extra one for free. However, it does say that you need to take a break before the third. It's a required half-hour break to give your brain and body time to recover."

"Oh," she thought for a moment before shaking her head. "No thanks, I'm good."

"Before I give you the booth, I just need a few questions regarding the sacrifice experience." Shanti nodded as the receptionist stood and handed her a tablet. "These are all questions regarding what kind of experience you want. Willing or unwilling, culture- you get the idea."

As she took the tablet, Shanti noticed something. "No options for the slaughter experience?"

The receptionist shook her head. "That's already programmed to react to being willing or unwilling, depending on how you act at the first stage."

"Ok, I'll be back in a min," Shanti said as she stepped away to let another customer speak with the receptionist.

She looked at the list and read the options. They included snake species, being choked by coils, and the like. She picked the ones she found most interesting and handed them back to the receptionist, who handed her a card.

"Booth, 72, second floor," she said, smiling. "Enjoy."

Shanti followed the way up and found her booth. It was a chair that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. It had the appearance of a pod, with the outer part of it looking like a curved pipe that attached to the floor. Looking around, Shanti noticed a sign she had missed, which requested that all customers be nude during the experience.

With a sigh, she stripped down to her birthday suit and climbed onto the chair. The VR device moved over her eyes and fitted nodes to her head, which it then used to connect her brain to the device. Closing her eyes, Shanti found herself in a large black room to start with; after a moment, it showed her the experiences she had picked out. Slaughter, or sacrifice. Deciding to leave the slaughter experience till last, Shanti picked out the sacrifice option and the room dissolved into an ancient Indian village and dressed her in a dull coloured sari.

She stood in a crowd of mostly women, looking up at a platform as a priestess began chanting before a snake statue. She danced around it for a few moments before she knelt and bowed. The crowd and Shanti did the same, with the latter looking up. She watched as the priestess stood, looked at the crowd, and declared Shanti the sacrifice. The crowd then moved from their kneeling, bowed positions and began to celebrate.

She thanked them before being ushered into a temple and prepared. Henna tattoos were painted over her body, followed by jewellery, then a thin sari was draped over her, which exposed her breasts and pussy. The final touch was her make-up, which made her look like a bride. This was where some of the programming seemed to glitch slightly, as the colour of her eye shadow didn't match her lipstick colour. It was minor, but worth noting.

After being prepared, she was helped up and guided to a palanquin. After being helped onto it, she knelt down as it was picked up by a couple of the strongest men in the village. As they walked out of the village, she could hear the chanting as they moved towards an altar set in the middle of 4 stone snakes. Smiling, she began to chant as well as they approached.

The palanquin was then placed on top of the altar, with the chanting still going on, while the carriers backed away. Leaving her on the palanquin turned the altar. The worshipers also backed up, but continued to bow as they did so. That's when the snake appeared. It was a titan boa with red and black scales. It slithered out from a hole in the ground a few dozen meters in front and made its way over to the altar. As it moved, it felt like the ground moved with it.

As it reached the altar, it pulled itself up and towered over her and hissed gently. She stood, and it began to move, coiling itself around her. Shuddering at the feeling of the tightening coils, she came as it quickly and gently reached for her neck. Gasping softly, the coil began to constrict and tighten around her body. It choke into unconsciousness, but it did hold her tightly as she lifted her and opened its mouth.

She came as she slid down the constricting neck, feeling choked until she ended up in the stomach and felt her body tingle as the acid began to dissolve her body.

"Ahhhh, huh," she muttered as she found herself back at the menu station and looked up. "Oh... err, how long did that take?" she asked.

A screen showed up. "Real-time: 1 hour, virtual time: 3 hours."

"Wow, I errr, ok, calm down." She took a breath and looked up. "How long will the milking and slaughterhouse take? Real-time and virtual time.

"Each session takes 1 hour real-time," the message read. "Milking: 6 hours real time; please note there will be time skips. Slaughterhouse takes 1 hour, accurate to within 5 minutes of real slaughter."

"Oh ok," she panted as she sat down, prompting the machine to ask if she wanted a break.

She hit yes.

OOOOO

Shanti relaxed on a couch, breathing lightly. She understood why there was a mandatory break after 2 sessions. She was so horny it was hard to describe after just 1. Her body tingled with the effect of being swallowed. It was an experience for sure. Looking over, she spotted an asian boy, naked, looking at his body. Seemingly unsure of himself.

"If you need to fuck, I'm open," Shanti said, seeing as she and he were the only two there.

He looked over, smiling and shook his head. "Thanks, but I've already been fucking,"

"Then why are you looking like you need one?" she countered, with him chuckling.

"Maybe I do, but I've been experiencing life as a sissy." he looked down at himself. "I think it's time to go for the body I'm most suited for."

"Life as a sissy?" Shanti asked, with him nodding. "That's rare."

He nodded. "Well, they have said on the news that men are becoming more feminine; maybe it's time to embrace it."

With that, he grabbed his clothing, got dressed and left. Shanti sat there for another 15 minutes before she made her way back to her booth.

OOOOO

After hitting the slaughter option, she found herself in a line next to several nude women. Some were scared; others were not so much.

"Please, noooo," one said in front of her as they advanced.

A bioscanner sat ahead of them, sending girls though 2 at a time, then split into chambers labelled A, B, C, D, E, and F. Most were going through B, C, and D; some were going through E, with only a few going through A and F. The latter were screaming as they were shoved through F. Unfit for human consumption, slaughtered to be little more than dog meat or just incinirated.

The girl in front reached the scanner and fell in front of Shanti, crying, before she was picked up by 2 security guards and forced through the bioscan and taken to the chamber marked C. Shanti moved up next and through one of the scanners. It scanned her as B, like her actual grade, and she walked through the chamber labelled B.

Several women were already inside the white sterile chamber. 3 more entered before the chamber sealed and the water sprays activated. Some of the women screamed before the water stopped, and they were let out the other end.

Women in white latex uniforms and facemasks began to escort each woman to one of two stations. The first was clearly a gallows rail. One where women were hanged as they were taken to be butchered. A screaming woman was taken to them while Shanti was escorted to the other line. One of the workers indicated a table, which she lay on.

According to her sister's slaughter record, she cooperated during her slaughter. Lying on the table, face down, the workers tied her hands behind her back and her ankles. She then yelped as an anal hook was inserted into her ass before it was connected to her bound hands. Her ankles were then attached to a hook, which then pulled her up a few inches and moved her off. The rail stopped and started now and again. Soon it reached a line where her head fit snugly into. The rail moved her along before her head descended, then stopped. She then began to float next to her headless body and watched as it was taken off the line and cut into pieces.

With that done, it was taken to cooking and packing before she was released from the experience.

"Oh, oh fuck," she moaned.

That night she masturbated. The next day, she volunteered for slaughter.

As the title says, what's the difference between femboys and sissys? Both wear girly clothing and the like, but other than that, is there a difference between the two?

Former Princess Kitana was on her knees, with her hands locked to a pair of shackles above her head. Despite this, she waited patiently for her death. She had lost to her sister, the now Empress Mileena, in a fight for the throne. While Kitana didn't regret what she did, she did regret her loss. This was Outworld. A realm where the rules of combat were very clear, as was the line of succession.

Kitana and Mileena were twins, making the line tricky, which was why, when Sindel died, the two fought. But Mileena's Tarkat DNA allowed her to get the upper hand. She had got it from Shang Tsung when he was doing some of his experiments. But he was long dead and couldn't reverse the procedure. Now, as a result, Kitana would end up as the main course for Mileena's coronation feast.

A scream echoed before being abruptly cut off. She didn't know or care who it was; she was just waiting for her turn to life to end. After what felt like another hour, Jade walked in with one of the guards behind her.

"It's time, princess," she said as she walked up and unlocked her chains.

Kitana said nothing and stood as her friend locked a leash to her collar. They looked at each other for a moment before the guard pulled the chain, indicating that they needed to move. Taking each other's hands, the two walked out of the cell and were escorted down to the kitchens. The ovens glowed orange as they cooked both body parts and vegetables for the upcoming coronation feast.

The meat was mostly taken from human females from Earthrealm, but a few Outworld slaves joined them. The selected meat hung by their ankles on a set of rails, their heads already removed. 20 were selected for the feast; 7 more waited to be butchered and cooked. The lead cook looked to them as they entered.

"Kitana, lay upon the table," she ordered.

The former princess nodded as her collar and leash were removed. Climbing up onto the table, her hands and ankles were locked to a set of chains at the corners of the table. The lead cook used a large wheel to stretch Kitana's arms out as far as they could, locking her in place.

Once she was unable to move, the cook began to set out tools next to the former princess. Jade looked on, concerned but little more than that.

"What of this one?" the guard asked, pulling Jade's leash.

"The Empress wants her cooked alive like her lover," the cook said as she picked up a knife. "Both will be gutted and cooked." As she said that, she slid the knife into Kitana's muscular gut and opened her up.

The princess screamed as this happened and continued to moan and yell in pain as her guts were removed. Her stomach, kidneys, ovaries, intestines, womb, and liver were removed and organised carefully. Parts of her were placed into bowls and handed off to other cooks before the cook began to stuff Kitana's belly. The Princess cried as the pain overwhelmed her, but she remained conscious while her belly was being filled. Jade looked away; the bald warrior couldn't bear to see her lover be treated like this, and by her own sister.

Once her belly was full, the cook then began to sew her up. By the end of it, Kitana looked 6 months pregnant. Her voice had become hoarse from all the screaming, preventing her from screaming more. The cook then moved and removed one of the Princess' feet, making her yell out once more, but with less volume. Using twine, the cook folded the princess's leg and tied it up. After making sure it was secure, she repeated the same process with the other leg and both arms.

By the end of it, she looked like a plucked bird waiting for the oven. Three cooks came over, two of them carrying a large metal tray. The lead cook and one of the others slid Kitana onto the tray, brought her to one of the ovens, and set her on the holding brackets. She was placed with her head facing away from the oven. This allowed for one of the cooks to remove her hair. Once it was removed, the princess was slid into the hot oven, without a chance to say goodbye.

She began to pant as the heat licked at her skin, making her sweat. It wasn't painful, not yet. But it felt like she was sunbathing.

As Jade was locked to the table and stretched, she looked over to where Kitana cooked, and a tear fell from her eye before the knife entered her muscular belly. The cook had begun to gut her.

Kitana couldn't move much, but she felt herself get weaker and weaker as the seconds ticked by. Her skin began to brown, which she wasn't sure was a good or bad thing. Her vision had also begun to blur, which felt wrong, but she wasn't sure why. Something just felt wrong, but there was no reason why she shouldn't feel this way. Maybe there was? She tried to remember, but it was too hot to.

Suddenly her skin felt cool as the glow from where she was faded slightly. Two figures stood over her and began to brush something cool over her body. It sizzled slightly against her skin, but it was nice. The cool feeling had covered her body before she was slid back into the glowing chamber. She didn't see what happened next as darkness took over.

OOOOO

D'Vorah hissed at the guards as she was brought out. She was chained and locked to a small, tight cage, unable to move. Hissing and spitting was all she could do, and even that wasn't good enough. She was brought over to a pyre and placed on it. Once on, the guards backed away, and Mileena walked around at a safe distance from the bug-woman.

"The last of the Kytinn," she said, her disgust visible as she looked up and down the creature. "It's good that my father, Shao Kahn, decided to destroy your race."

The insect hissed in response as a slave brought up a lit torch. Mileena took it and threw it unceremoniously onto the pyre. The nobles around her cheered as the fire spread rapidly and soon engulfed the big woman. Smiling under her veil, the new Empress turned as Sonya blade was brought out. Her nude form on display to all.

"Ahh, the entertainment has entered," Mileena smiled as she walked up to the busty blonde.

"If it weren't for these chains," Sonya spat, to which Mileena chuckled.

She lifted her veil and cupped the warrior's chin. "Too bad, you'll never have the chance," she leaned in and kissed the woman.

The nobles cheered as Sonya saw a device being rolled into the banquet hall. Mileena pulled away and helped the slaves bring Sonya over to the device.

"Strap her to it," Mileena ordered.

The slaves pulled Sonya onto the device, unlocking her shackles one at a time before locking her to the device. Preventing her from moving. When she was fully locked, it looked like she was on all fours.

"What is this?" Sonya asked. "Some kind of fucking machine?"

Mileena laughed. "No, it's a spitting machine. You will be spitted alive and roasted alive. My mother had the same thing happen to her. You should be honoured."

As she said that, one of the slaves walked up with a metal spit and loaded. "No wait!" Sonya yelled before the spit began to move.

The slave turned the wheel, and the spit entered her pussy, making her moan at first. The nobles watching laughed as they watched her wiggle before a scream ripped through her lungs as the spit fully entered her. Tears dropped from her face as she cried out in pain, with the nobles laughing. After a while, the spit exited her mouth, and her crying stopped. Her tears didn't, however. Soon the spit stopped a few feet in front of her, and the slaves began to remove her hair.

A pathetic little wimper managed to escape from her. But there was nothing she could do. Her hands and ankles were quickly tied to the spit. They also used metal spikes and slid them through her arms, hands and legs. Once that was done, they unlocked the spit from the device and pulled Sonya onto their shoulders. It wasn't far to a roaring fire, which they placed Sonya over, who gave a muffled yell as she began to cook.

The nobles cheered as Mileena took her place at the head of the banquet and her cooked sister and lover were brought out. They were placed onto the table, and Mileena was served a plate of her sister's pussy on a bed of rice with ovaries set around the rice. Smiling, the Empress began to eat.

This is just a random thought, but do you think a caged sissy/ femboy can become a dom?

So I tend to post a lot of stories here, but I am aware of posting too frequently. With this in mind, how often would you all like to read my stories? Weekly? Bi weekly?

Yuki looked at herself, adjusting her Geisha makeup slightly. She wasn't going for the traditional look. As a goth, she applied dark makeup over her white face paint, creating a striking contrast to her friends. Today she needed to make sure her makeup was perfect because she was going to die.

The Club-X Tokyo was one of the biggest cannibal restaurants to go to. Fine food, live shows and live cooking made it seem like a party each day. But the Club had 2 floors. The first one was for the masses. The second floor, which was three floors up from the regular restaurant, was home to the Club-X premium. A higher-class establishment which required reservations, with each booking costing 162500 yen, or $1,000 USD. You had to be someone to enter.

While the cost may seem mouthwatering to regular people, the cost allowed the club to put on more extravagant shows. While the ground-floor club had go-go dancers and live roastings, the premium club had a calmer tone when it came to shows. While it did have live cookings, they were done with a pain confuser so the butchering could be more erotic. They also had Geisha girls as servants. Each one was employed by the company and taken care of well.

But, like with all girls in this world, their time was short. As part of the contract, each girl who was employed had to be ready to be turned into meat when their time came. Or as part of the show. It was a standard contract for any restaurant, regardless of whether they had a show or not. If one of their employee was scheduled to be slaughtered, they got first dibs.

As Yuki poured some sake into her client's cup, she looked over to the stage where they were preparing the next act. While Club-X Tokyo was located in Japan, hence the name, they didn't solely provide Japanese entertainment. The previous day, they had a bunch of local belly dancers come out and dance like harem girls. Nude, but covered in jewellery. After that, the dancers then held an auction for brainwashed slaves.

Before then, it was a rendition of Romeo and Juliet in which both were women and shared an oven. Today, it was a hanging followed by a geisha dance. That dance would lead to Yuki's end.

The curtains were pulled back, and three women dressed in traditional indian saree's stood before the crowd. That's when the dance began. Two of the girls were local dancers who trained in Indian dancing, while the middle girl was an Indian dancer who migrated to Japan. She was a regular at the club, performing some traditional dances for the crowd. But given that she was going to die, either management got tired of her or her number came up.

Either way, she moved her body like nothing before and slowly began to strip her saree off her body. Her body was decorated in jewellery with jingling and chiming in time with the music. The other two also discarded their clothing as they slowed their dance. A trio of nooses then descended and soon reached head height.

The dancers finished their dance and moved to a noose each. After sliding their necks into each one and tightening it, a worker came up and locked their hands behind their backs. Once she was off stage, the nooses pulled the dancers up and people began to cheer as they began to struggle and gasp.

"Ah, such a sight," Yuki's client said as the three began to dance in mid-air. "Will they do that to you?" he looked to her, and all she could do was chuckle.

"No sir, I'm a geisha. We don't hang," she replied with a smile.

After about 20 minutes of hanging, the three were lowered to a foot off the ground. Metal trays were brought out and placed under the dancers. A couple of chefs walked out to a cheer and bowed towards the guests. One turned and removed the jewellery from around one of the girls' waists before sliding his knife into her.

"Yuki," a waitress then whispered. "You need to go."

With a nod, the geisha bowed to her client and took her leave. The client wasn't interested, as she was more fascinated with the live gutting going on. Making her way round back, Yuki was joined by three other geisha and, to her surprise, a local bodybuilder. She stood nude before walking over to the others.

"Hi all, sorry about this, but I'm the last second replacedment for Fuka," she explained.

"Why, what happened?" one of the geisha asked.

"Fuka... well... got into an accident and was deemed too injured to be helped," the bodybuilder said. "She got slaughtered, or will do soon."

"Damn," another one of the geisha said. "That's going to make this tricky."

"Not really," Yuki said. "Fuka didn't have much to do; all she did was look imposing. That's all the new girl needs to do."

After a quick discussion about the routine, the geisha girls and bodybuilder nodded before they were called on. Yuki and one of the geisha went to one side of the stage, while the other two went to the other. They waited for the drums to start; when they did, the four moved onto the stage in a flowing procession. Waving the fans in their hands as they began to weave in between each other in a slow but practised and well-choreographed dance.

The light on them felt hot, but Yuki was used to it and was thankful that her sweat wouldn't melt the make-up off her face. The dance continued until a pair of stagehands brought out the wooden blinds and set them up with the blades.

Yuki and her dance partner moved to the right side while the other two moved up to the left side. She looked down at the blade in front of her. The blade that she would soon use to gut herself alive with. Before she and others took to the stage, all of them were injected with pain nullifiers to ensure that they would be able to completely gut themselves before they died.

The bodybuilder then walked up, dressed in a martial arts gi and knelt before the blade. The others did the same. While not quite in time with each other, all 5 of them then pulled off the tops of their kimonos and gi, showing off their bellies and abs. The drums began, and all five of them picked up their blades and readied them at their bellies.

'3, 2, 1,' Yuki mentally said before she slid the blade into her belly and pulled it to the side, opening herself up.

Despite being injected with a pain nullifier, she had expected to feel something. But she was amazed at how little she felt as she began to pull out her intestines. The others were doing the same. Removing their guts took time, but people watching were enjoying it. After pulling out her womb and ovaries, a pair of hands grabbed onto her head, and she suddenly felt light. She knew what had happened, even if she didn't see it. She had been beheaded.

The cheering crowd began to fade in her ears as a soft buzz echoed in her ears. She didn't know when she died. She just faded.

OOOOO

Yuki's body was the first to be brought into the kitchen, where the cooks quickly and efficiently cut the body up into pieces. Spearing them out into parts. Her hands and feet were discarded while her thighs were tied up like hams. Her breasts, while small, were cut off her body and taken to be cooked. Her pussy was carefully carved out and placed to one side to be cooked for a future dish.

By the time the cooks had finished, all that was left were the bones, which were discarded. As for her head, it was taxidermied and embalmed, ready to be sold at the club's exclusive shop.

Rebecca sighed as she stood outside one of the many conversion centres in the city. Looking down, she bit her lip as she read the message on her phone.

"Dear Miss Rebecca Jones," it began. "We are pleased to inform you that your number has been selected. You are to report for termination or conversion by the 14th of June. Failure to do so will result in your next of kin, of legal age, being required to report for termination and all financial benefits of your termination being removed. We hope to see your meat on the shelves soon."

This was not what she wanted to see. She had gotten the email and letter on the same day, 5 days ago. When a woman received a termination order, she was expected to go to a termination or conversion centre within a month. Otherwise, the family would pay the price. A conversion centre was different from a termination centre. A termination centre was a place where a woman went to be turned into meat.

Normally, these orders were only for termination, not conversion. Conversion centres were where one went to become a cow, pony or, if one was lucky, a bimbo bunny girl. There was a rumour where convertion centers brainwashed women into becoming meat. But Rebecca didn't believe that. It wouldn't make sense and would be illegal, at least from what she had heard.

It was something about willingness, but the problem with that was that not every women whent willingly. So it may be about sound mind, but some said those who didn't want to get slaughtered weren't of sound mind. Putting that out of her mind, she walked into the conversion centre and made her way to reception.

The blonde bimbo looked up. "Oh, hi," she smiled. "Like, how can I help you?"

"Hi, I received my number," Rebecca said as she showed the busy woman her QR code.

The bimbo pulled up a reader and scanned it. "Ok, you need to like go to room 16," she pointed. "It's like down the hall on the right."

"Thanks," Rebecca said as she made her way to the room.

She walked in, and a woman in a pink latex nurse's uniform pointed to a chair. "Strip and sit," she said in an unintrested tone.

After stripping down to her birthday suit, Rebecca sat on the medical chair before the nurse came up and began to examine her and made notes. This lasted for an hour, with the nurse asking questions about health, sex, and other points. Once she had finished, the nurse moved over to her computer and typed the results in.

"Before we continue, what was your preference for conversion?" she asked.

"Bimbofication," Rebecca said. "It's less likely for me to end up on the chopping block."

The nurse nodded and made a note. She then leaned back as she watched the computer work. After a moment, it came up with a result.

"Bimbofication it is," she said as she printed out a sheet and handed it to Rebecca. "Take this up to floor 3. They'll get you started with your bimbofication."

Rebecca nodded with thanks and left. As she left, the nurse looked back at her screen.

"Outstanding warrants noted," it read. "Recommendation: Brainwash termination,"

"Too bad," the nurse muttered. "The slut would have made a good bimbo."

Unaware of her new fate, Rebecca made her way to the third floor and showed he sheet to the admin for the floor. The admin nodded.

"Chair 16 is free," the woman said. "It will start you off with your bimbofication by reducing your IQ and blocking more complex thoughts. Your body modification will happen tomorrow."

"Thank you," Rebecca said as she walked through the double doors and towards the brainwashing chair.

Before she sat, she looked around and saw several women being brainwashed to become bimbos. A few already looked like they were, but wanted to take that next step. Turning back to look at the chair, she sighed.

"My choice," she muttered. "My future, my life is for me to decide."

Sitting down on the machine, cuffs locked her ankles in place. The same happened to her neck and wrists when she rested them on the armrests and neck rest. The chair was comfortable and moved her till she was almost lying down. A headset and earphones descended over her head and locked into place.

A gas was sprayed onto her face, making her feel drowsy and dizzy. "Oooo, pretty lights," she muttered as soft sounds began to enter her mind.

The gas was a relaxant to make her mind relaxed and open to suggestions. As the swirls in front of her began to form into shapes, the talking began.

"Meat, that is what you are, that is what you will become," the soft ASMR voice said as a woman was hung in the video. "This is your destiny, your fate," it continued.

Rebecca didn't want to become meat; she didn't want to die. But the video and sounds were moulding her mind towards that fate, and she didn't even know it.

Morning rolled around, and a pair of police officers walked in. One of them checked a clipboard. "Ok, chairs 1 through 30 are the ones for the meat truck," one of them said.

"At least they're brainwashed," the other said as she pushed a cart with chains on it. "It makes it 100 times easier to get them to the slaughterhouse."

The other officer nodded as she got the first woman out of the chair and chained her up. This repeated until all 30 women were chained up, Rebecca included. All of them were hypnotised by the machines, and not one had their minds working at 100%. Standing like drones, they didn't move until one of the officers called out. They didn't move in unison, but close to it, each one of them walking down the stairs and into the meat van. Taking a seat as they entered.

'No, stop, let me out!' Rebecca's mind said, but her body disobeyed. 'We're going to die! Stop!' it continued as she walked onto the van and took a seat.

As the last woman got on, the van closed and drove off to the Slaughterhouse. The ride didn't take long, and they were lead inside. As each one stepped onto the production line, their chains were removed, and they were graded by a semi-automated system. Rebecca was classed as B and made her way to a line of women in a similar position to her. Their minds were altered to make them more compliant.

Rebecca's mind still told her to leave, but that grew ever more silent as each moment she moved forward. Soon it was her turn. The workers tied her hands behind her back and her ankles together before placing her neck inside a metal wire noose. After a quick tightening of the noose, she was pulled off the platform and began to hang.

She sputtered and choked as the wire dug into her neck, cutting off her air quickly. Her body moved involuntarily as she was taken towards the meat prep rooms. The line of hanging women were doing the same, but their movement quickly died as the air in their lungs ran out. Still conscious, Rebecca watched as she reached the gutting floor and watched as her guts were removed.

"N...no..." was all she managed to croak out before she died and was taken to the oven to be cooked.

After a week, her body would reach the store shelves with 'willing volunteer' on the packets that contained her meat.

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"Next!" the Gerudo auctioneer called.

A dark-skinned Hyulian woman walked up onto the platform. The shackles around her ankles and wrists clanked with each step. She looked out at the Gerudo women, who looked at her with hungry eyes.

The nude woman looked away as the bidding started. Watching as she moved past, the former Princess Zelda looked down in shame. She was responsible for this; she was the reason why her people were being sold off as cattle. The nation of Hyrule was practically dead. The capital was destroyed when Gannon was destroyed. The army had been obliterated, and there was no central government left.

The only thing she could do was ask the Gerudo for protection. Urbosa had agreed, on two conditions. The first was that all Hyrulians would be enslaved to the Gerudo. The second was going to happen the next day on the full moon. Something that Zelda had to agree to, even if she didn't like it or look forward to it.

She adjusted herself on the lying palanquin, rattling her chains and jinging her jewellery. As part of her deal, she was being paraded around the Gerudo city. Showing off her submission to the Gerudo. She wasn't dressed like the amazonian women, but what little she did have on made it clear that she was no longer a princess. As she was paraded around, some Hyrulians looked up at her with a mixture of disdain, sadness and acceptance of their new situation. Some were eager to please their new mistresses, while others rebelled and faced strict punishment.

As she was being carried, Zelda watched as several former soldiers were being whipped. Their backs were scarred from the lashings they received. Some of the men were even castrated in one of the squares, while the women were locked in stocks and forcibly impregnated. This was their fate now, but a part of her told her that it was for the best. Better enslaved than dead.

After an hour of being paraded around, the royal guards who carried her palanquin turned to head back to the palace. This led them to the main square, where a shrine and platform were being prepared. Zelda gulped upon seeing it, knowing that her fate was already sealed.

After arriving at the palace, the guards unlocked the chains connecting her cuffs to the palanquin before using a length of chain to connect her wrists to her ankles. They then attached a leash to he collar and led her inside, taking her to Urbosa's harem. As they approached, Zelda could hear the moaning of her former lover, Link. Looking down, she felt shame again. Not only because she got him into the position he was in, but also because she didn't feel anything for him anymore.

Walking into the harem room itself, Zelda was met with the sight of Link bouncing up and down on Urbosa's thick cock. The sight of which made the former princess drool under her veil. In comparison, Link's cock was smaller and had been locked in a chastity cage that would never come off. When they had sex, Zelda didn't feel much, and Link came too soon. Now she's only accepted Urbosa's cock. Her only regret is that she wouldn't end up pregnant.

As she walked in, her mistress looked to her and smiled. "Ah, slave, have a good look at your people?"

Zelda nodded. "Yes, mistress, thank you, mistress, for taking them in," she said shyly.

Link cried out as a spurt of cum came from his cock and Urbosa came inside his femboy ass. Zelda didn't react as he climbed off his mistress' cock and lay next to her, lifting his veil and kissing her. He was no longer the champion of Hyrule. Now, he was just another harem fembody. Castrated, caged and feminised so that he no longer looked like a boy.

After they kissed, he moved to kneel next to her like a good little pet. "Now, Zelda, I'm sure you want to have sex with me. But the ritual does not allow for that. You will be taken to the temple and prepared. Make sure you pray for the Goddess' forgiveness."

"Yes, mistress," Zelda bowed before she was taken out.

OOOOO the next day.

Both Gerudo and Hyrulians assembled at the ritual site in the centre of the city. A large bowl had been placed in the middle. Oil reached the middle section of the bowl, and a pair of y mounds had been set at either end of the bowl. A platform stood just above it with a wooden block set at the edge. Behind that stood an X-shaped frame with a hole under it. Set behind that was a wooden statue of the Sand Goddess who would watch over the ritual.

As dawn began, drums began to sound. Echoing across the city. Urbosa watched from a raised platform with a throne as Zelda was carried towards the platform. In front of her walked 10 people. All of whom volunteered for this. 1 was a Gerudo Priestess; the rest were Hyrulians. The former led the procession, her jewelled yet nude form seeming to act as a light as darkness began to descend. The other volunteers were female. They didn't wear any clothing, other than the chains around their wrists and ankles, and they were all bald. Just like Zelda.

The 10 were let onto the platform first and knelt, except for the Gerudo priestess, who knelt before the wooden block. Behind her, Zelda was led off of the slab she was being carried on and walked over to the X frame, where she was locked to it. After testing the tightness of her restraints, making sure she could not move, the guards stepped away.

A large, muscular Gerudo then stepped out from the side and approached the priestess, who began chanting a prayer. Zelda didn't understand it, but watched as the priestess lowered her head onto the wooden block. The large Gerudo then tapped a curved sword onto the priestess' neck, raised it, then brought it down. The crowd cheered as the head landed in the oil with a 'plop' sound.

As the body was being removed, one of the volunteers was then brought up and positioned just like the priestess. The sword was raised and came down, followed by another plop. The same thing happened 8 more times until 10 heads rested at the base of the bowl and the bodies were taken to be butchered.

It was then that Zelda looked down to see a golden spit approaching her pussy. She had missed the click, click, click of the spit being armed. It moved up quickly and kissed her lower lips before fully entering her. She moaned at the intrusion and mentally thanked the fact that she had cast a pain nullification spell earlier on.

As the spit moved into her, she continued to moan deeper and deeper. Enjoying the feeling as a pair of Gerudo servants came up to oil her body.

"Much bigger than Link," she moaned under her breath as the spit moved deeper into her.

She knew that if this was to stop, she wouldn't last an hour. But her sacrifice would make sure that the promise Urbosa had made would be kept. At that point, she began to cough and choke as something in the back of her throat prevented her from breathing. Gagging and splutting, she watched as the spit exited her mouth and stopped 3 feet in front of her. She gazed up at the stars, mentally praying for forgiveness.

The Gerudo who oiled her then unlocked her ankles from the frame and tied them to the spit before doing the same with her hands. Two stronger Gerudo then walked up and unlocked the spit from the hole and placed it onto their shoulders. Zelda, from her view, felt the spit move as she was taken over to the large bowl.

She was then set onto the Y-mounts and looked down. The faces of those who were beheaded would now act as fuel for her demise, for her to be cooked. She didn't see who lit the oil, but she did feel the heat as it ignited and her body began to turn. She watched as her people were raped, impregnated and used. But at least they could be safe. As she turned over the fire, she died a slow death, unknowing when she truly died.

After a few hours, Zelda's cooked head, breasts and pussy were presented to Urbosa, who smiled at the food presented for her. She looked next to her at Link, who stared, drooling at the food. Laughing, she cut the nipples off of Zelda's cooked breast and fed them to her pathetic femboy champion.

"Let me go," Leia screamed as she was pulled towards Jabba's harem.

She was dressed in her disguise, but that wasn't going to last long. The pig guards threw her into the gilded cage and locked the door. Turning, she banged her hands against the solid metal door for a few moments before giving up.

"Oh, like look, new meat," a bubbly voice said.

Leia turned to see 7 slaves lying on a mountain of pillows. 4 of them were dressed in very skimpy outfits, while the 1 was topless and the final two were completely nude. The one who talked was topless, with a pair of heavy rings hanging from her nipples. She was a pink-skinned Twi'lek with large assets. The princess had met women like these before, and a few of them had been like this pink-skinned Twi'lek. She had heard that this type of Twi'lek had a bad reputation for being like this. A dumb airhead, but with the body of a sex Goddess.

"Not for long," Leia said as she slammed her fist against the door one last time before looking at the slaves. "Is there any way out?"

"Ha, like, why would we want to leave?" the Twi'lek bimbo asked. "That's like a really dumb question."

A rare red-skinned Twi'lek with black tattoos stood. "She's right, though. There is no way out," she said as she walked up to Leia.

She only wore jewellery and piercings—no clothing to speak of. Leia gulped as the Twi'lek walked around her, before pinning her to the door and ripping her clothing off. The princess tried to pull away, but failed as the tattered remains of her clothing fell to the floor. Soon, the princess was nude.

"That's better," the Twi'lek said. "Now you look like a slave,"

"I'm not a slave," the princess yelled as she tried to cover herself, but the Twi'lek chuckled.

"Well, you're either a slave or you're food," she shot back. "Or in Mater's case, both. Displease him, and he will eat you,"

"Yeah..." Leia muttered. "I saw what he did to the green Twi'lek,"

"Oh, you like mean, like Oola? Like yeah, she wasn't as interested in all of this... like master was considering selling her off," the bimbo said.

"Was she spitted?" the Chiss slave asked. Leia's eyes widened, but she shook her head. "Oven? Shame,"

Lowering her hands, Leia looked around. "I came in with a Togruta. Is she here?"

The red Twi'lek shook her head. "No, only you," she said as she took the princess's hand. "Let's get you dressed," she smiled as she took Leia to a side room.

OOOOO

Ahsoka stood in place nude, rigid as if she were on parade with the clones. But she wasn't. She stood like this because she was ordered to. But like a soldier, she awaited inspection. The once brave Ahsoka Tano, Jedi apprentice and knight, no longer existed. And that was intentional. The procedure she went through was for captured Jedi. Part of it was brainwashing to make sure that she would be a submissive slave for the rest of her life.

The other part was both a lobotomy and chemical changes to her mind to ensure that she would never be able to use the force ever again. Her offspring would, but she wouldn't. Jabba soon entered with his son, Rotta.

"Ahhh, my saviour," Rotta said in Huttese. "Father, you shouldn't have,"

Jabba cuckled. "It's time to start your harem," he replied. "She will make a fine harem mistress,"

"Yes," Rotta said as he slithered up to Ahsoka and cupped her chin. "Yes, she will,"

OOOOO

Despite the lack of sight, Hanna could tell when someone entered her cell. The guards had chained her to the ceiling and stripped her clothing off her body. Leaving her nude. Looking up, she spotted the pig guards entering her cell. One reached to grab her hip, but she weakly pulled away.

"N...no," she moaned before the pig grabbed her and pushed his cock into her. "Nooo!" she screamed as she was fucked by the green skinned gaurds.

They would not leave until she was pregnant. By the time that happened, her mind was already broken.

OOOOO a week later

Leia adjusted her collar, and not for the first time. It slightly dug into her skin, which bothered her. Jabba stroked her braided hair as the red-skinned Twi'lek danced before them and the crowd. Her jewellery chimed in time with the music. Despite her situation, Leia had to admit that the dance was perfect. The nude slave knew how to enchant the crowd. Jabba also seemed to enjoy the dance, given his reactions.

As she adjusted herself to get herself into a better lying position, a commotion alerted her to something. Looking over to the entrance, she watched as Bib moved over to talk to someone in a black cloak. She smiled as she saw the telltale wave of a force user. Bib brought the stranger towards the middle of the room, interrupting the Twi'lek's dance. As the red-skinned twi'lek moved away, the pale twi'lek walked up to Jabba and whispered in his ear.

"Master, Luca Skywalker here to see you," he said.

"Bah, I told you not to admit her," the slug said.

As he spoke, the red-skinned Twi'lek picked something up from behind Jabba's dias.

"I must be allowed to speak," the newcomer said, with Bib repeating the phrase.

"Gah," Jabba muttered in anger as he pulled his assistant to him. "You weak-minded fool, he's using the old Jedi mind trick," he pushed the dumb Twi'lek away as Luca stepped forward.

"You will give me Solo and the Wookie to me now," she said as she removed her hood.

Jabba just laughed before Luca used the fire to pull a blaster into her hands. Reacting quickly, the red-skinned Twi'lek then fired something into the Jedi while a pig guard stopped the Jedi from firing. In response, Jabba hit a button on his dias, opening up a trapdoor, sending the Jedi and pig guard down to the pit below.

The dias moved forward, and the crowd moved forward to a grate where they could watch. "Feeding time for master's pet," the red-skinned Twi'lek said.

Leia moved forward and watched as her sister and the pig guard fought.

Luca felt herself move slowly as she tried to use the force to take out the pig guard, but failed to do anything. The guard grabbed her and ripped her clothing off, and was about to undress itself when a metal door screeched open. It squealed and ran back over to the chute, trying to get itself back up. Luca, on the other hand, felt her body grow hotter and hotter with each second. She began to remove her clothing as the Rancor walked out and moved over to the pig guard, who continued to squeal.

Luca managed to strip herself, but her body continued to grow hot with that heat, soon focusing on her pussy and breasts. Her mind and body betrayed her as she reached down and began to masturbate. As she touched her lower lips, she moaned as she came, which doubled as she slid her fingers into her pussy.

The pig guard continued to squeal as the Rancor picked it up and ate it. Being consumed by pleasure, Luca didn't much care as the beast turned its attention towards her. She continued to masturbate and moan as she was picked up. Her mind didn't register the dark hole she was soon looking down as she was swollowed while.

"NOOOOOO," Leia screamed as she watched her sister get eaten alive by the Rancore.

Jabba tightened his grip on her leash and pulled her back, and choked her. He laughed at her suffering and indicated that something was to be brought out.

"You are going to be more trouble than you are worth, princess," he taunted. "But you will make a nice meal," he licked his lips as an odd device was brought out.

At first glance, it looked like some kind of saddle, then she noticed a metal spit coming out of the end. Her eyes widened as she was grabbed and pulled onto the device.

"Noooo," she screamed as she was stripped and forced onto the device. She tried to struggle as she was locked in.

She tried to pull herself off, but failed to as the straps were tightened and cuffs were unrelenting. The red-skinned Twi'lek walked up and cut her braid off, followed by the rest of her hair, smiling while doing so. Once done, she then greased the tip of the spit and Leia's pussy. The latter moaned before the spit began to move.

"Hey, what are... ahhhh," she moaned as she tip entered her pussy.

But the pleasurable feeling didn't last long as it pierced her womb and began moving through her guts. She screamed at the pain as the spit moved through her body. The people around her laughed at her suffering, as did the Twi'lek slave who seemed to look at her with jealousy.

"No stop it, please, it hurts, it gak, ak, akk...." she tried to protest as she spit exited her mouth. It stopped a few feet in front of her.

A blade then cut her belly open, letting her guts fall out. Leia cried as she felt herself being gutted alive. 'Please, let me die... it hurts...' she thought.

Once emptied and sewn up, her wrists and ankles were released before being tied to the spit. She was then picked up and taken over to a nearby fire and placed over it. The heat burned at first, but as she began to turn, the heat became bearable. She cried as she realised that this was what she had been reduced to. Meat on a stick.

The red-skinned Twi'lek began to dance once again, occasionally looking over at Leia's cooking body. Jealousy was written all over her face. As night began to descend, Leia's cooked body was taken off the fire and was carved up. She had died an hour after she was placed over the fire, and her consciousness was long gone. All that was left was cooked meat.

Her head was severed first and given to Jabba, who swallowed it with one bite.

OOOOO 3 years later

Hana moaned as she was dragged out into the main lounge. Her mind gone, focused on breeding, which she could no longer do. But that didn't matter; she wanted cock inside her.

"Please, more cock," she moaned as she was brought before Jabba.

He seemed to say something, but she didn't hear as he opened his mouth, and she was helped into it. She slid into his guts to be digested.

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Rumi sighed as she turned when the bell tinged. The heat of the UV tanning bed turned her legs, arms and head darker as she waited for the day to be done. Not for the first time, the K-pop idol cursed the contract she wrote. While it was a standard contract, part of it required her to do something extra when her fanbase dropped below a certain number.

This was standard for women in the music industry. If their popularity fell below a certain threshold, they'd release a final number before they got slaughtered for a public roast. Rumi's, on the other hand, was quite sadistic and creative. If her numbers dropped, then she'd have to do something interesting. Part of her popularity was that she was a swimwear model and had been for a long time. She used to live in a beachside city, where she got a leotard tan which she kept into her idol career.

This was where her contract got interesting. For a week, she would go into a UV bed with a leotard and tan her skin. Once that was done, she would be encased from the neck down in a mould foam so that her body could be used as a stand for mannequins. She would then be amputated and have the same thing done again, but with her different body parts. After that, she would be sent to a cooking show, where she and a few other fallen idols would be slaughtered.

She was not looking forward to getting slaughtered. Being immoralised a a mannequin? That she could live with. But meat on someone's plate? No. She was a singer, an actress, a model. Not some common cow destined for the slaughter. That was for common people, not idols like her. She cursed at the indignation of her suffering the same fate as those below her.

The timer dinged for the final time, and she climbed out of the tanning bed to wipe her sweat off. One of the staff bowed.

"Miss Rumi, they are ready for your moulding," she said politely as she took the idol's towel. "This way, please."

She escorted the 23-year-old to her final act, before her slaughter. "How many idols have gone through something like this?" Rumi asked.

"About 20," the worker said. "It's very popular. I'm sure you've seen blow-up dolls or bodypillows in the same of idols,"

"Like yeah, but I thought that was due to merchandising," Rumi muttered.

"It is. But they are moulded from the bodies of the idols who have been through a similar process to you," the woman said. "If anything, I'm jealous," she cooed. "Ahh, to be amputated and used as a fuck pillow..."

"Freak," the idol said in the quietest possible voice so that she couldn't be heard.

Why was it that the vast majority of women were either massocists or very submissive? She sighed as they entered a room with plastic covering the floor and the mould materials prepared. Alginate and skin-safe silicone were placed in a bed, of sorts, where she would lie down. One of the moulders indicated for Rumi to strip, which she did reluctantly. It didn't stop the others from staring at her natural DD breasts.

The different hues of her skin contrast well with her hourglass frame. "Why me?" she muttered.

"I know, society is unfair to women," her agent said as she dusted her suit slightly. "But yeah, you will be immobilised as a mannequin. In India, Bollywood actresses get ritually beheaded, with their heads embalmed and decorated before being sold off. Some of them getting modified as onnaholes,"

"Gross," Rumi muttered as she was washed and oiled.

"It's quite popular here in Korea," she shrugged. "We could do the same to you,"

"Ssi-bal kko-jyeo (fuck off)," the idol shot back as she was escorted to the bed and helped to lay in it without making a mark other than the intended one. "Oh oh, ooo that's cool," she muttered," as the staff began to cover the top half of her body. "So.. so how's the amputation meant to work?"

"First, your arms and legs will be dislocated," her agent said, giving an apologetic face to the wincing idol. "Then, they will be removed intact before being placed into moulds, along with your torso."

"Great, more fun," the idol muttered. "And for my slaughter?"

"Hug and gutted," the agent answered. "If it's any consolation, that Kwon bitch is getting ground into dog food. Those drugs she took... fucked her body."

"Silver linings," Rumi muttered.

OOOOO some hours later

Rumi breathed as the nurses strapped her down to the surgery bed. She wriggled slightly, testing her bindings. Unable to move an inch, but that was the point. The doctor walked up and flicked a syringe.

"What's that?" Rumi asked.

"A neuron inhibitor," she answered. "More commonly known as the pain-pleasure cocktail. It turns the pain receptors into pleasure ones. It's the reason why you see an A-grade spit muffins cum on the Jessica,"

"Ah," was all she managed to say before she was injected with the cocktail. "Oh oooo oooooo," she moaned as she came.

The doctor and nurses then began to dislocate her arms and legs, making her cry out in pleasure each time they did it. Once her arms were disconnected from her torso, the doctor began to remove her limbs from her body.

OOOOO

"Why me?" Rumi asked as she did her best to relax on the bed.

As it turned out, there was one thing that her agent and others forgot to mention. After she was amputated, fans who managed to buy tickets would be able to have sex with her limbless form. There were 10 tickets, all auctioned off before her amputation. Rumi didn't realise that she was still popular, but given that she was about to die soon, it made sense that her fans wanted to give her one last goodbye. To prepare for this, while she was being amputated, the doctor had also tied her tubes to ensure that she wouldn't be able to get pregnant.

The door opened, and her first sexual partner entered. Rumi's eyes widened as she found her agent, dressed in a dominatrix outfit, and supporting a large cock between her legs.

"Karumi, you're a futa?" the former idol asked in surprise.

"Indeed, I am," Karumi said as she walked up to the helpless amputee. "I always wanted to breed you. It's a damn shame you fell below the threshold, but at least I get to fuck you now," she claimed onto the bed, ignoring the protesting idol and began to finger her open, helpless pussy.

"No, stop... oooo," Rumi moaned as Karumi leaned in and began to lick the idol's nipple. "Nooo that feels tooo good,"

As the idol came, she shuddered from the pleasure. But her agent kept her hand on her pussy as she moved. Rumi tried to pull away, but couldn't as her agent began to line her cock up with her pussy. The idol's complaints were silenced as her agent slid her large cock into her pussy.

Blood dripped from Rumi's now-filled hole. "Oh, a virgin are you?"

Rumi opened her mouth to say something, only for Karumi to kiss her while moving her hips. The only said nothing and just enjoyed her fucking.

OOOOO

"Hey, hey, careful, I'm not lined up!" Rumi complained as a pair of techs pulled her back up and realigned her pussy and ass. "Oh...ahhhh..." she then moaned as she was slid onto a framed stand.

She was being held up by a pair of large dildos in a pussy and ass, and a small frame that held her in place. Once that was done, she was lifted by the frame and placed onto an automatic gallows. A rope was placed around her neck and tightened.

"Hey, not too tight," she complained when she felt the rope dig into her neck.

The tech didn't listen and tightened it a bit more before she was satisfied and walked off to help Yuma, another fallen idol, to a Jessica. Including Yuma and Rumi, there were 4 idols due to be slaughtered and 1 who was going to be turned into dogmeat. Rumi, was to be hanged and gutted. Yuma, spit-roasted. An older idol who volunteered was going to get oven-roasted, and the final one was to be beheaded and drained.

Once everyone was set, they were wheeled out onto a stage without a crowd. Not everyone could deal with live slaughtering, and there was an incident when a terrorist tried to stop the slaughtering of the idols a couple of years back. The cook, Do-hee, walked onto the stage dressed in a red-and-white latex outfit.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to another Idol cooking!" she said with a cheery voice, making Rumi's eyes roll. "But first, we have an execution!"

"No, please no," a voice said as a blue-haired 25-year-old was brought out by two muscular.

Her nude body was tightly bound with twine. A grinder had been set up, and the cook said something, but Rumi didn't hear as she watched as the blue-haired idol was slid into the grinder. She screamed as her feet were the first to vanish in a pink mist, followed by her legs, hips and belly. But by then, she was dead and had slid further in. Within moments, she was little more than mincemeat.

Rumi winced and wondered if this was the same treatment regular F-grade meat was treated to. She didn't have much time to think about that, however, as the rope around her neck began to tighten.

"Huh gakkkk," she gagged and tried to suck in air as she was pulled off the dildos.

The frame was pulled away as Rumi shook her hips, dancing as she began to choke from the lack of oxygen. The worst part of it was that she was enjoying it and came while her life was slowly being drained from her. Soon her movements began to slow and eventually stopped. But her consciousness remained as the celebrity cook came up to her and slid a knife into her belly, opening her up and gutting her. Rumi didn't last long after that.

OOOOO A month later.

Karumi walked down a street and smiled at the Rumi look-alike dolls in the windows. But she was shopping for something else. She walked into a clinic and talked to a doctor. The two came to an agreement, and the agent presented a cold storage case, one which held Rumi's eggs inside.

While she may not have been able to breed Rumi, Karumi would still be able to have Rumi's kid.

A disguised Princess Leia Organa walked in with Ahsoka Tano in tow. The former Jedi had agreed to come along to try to break out Hana Solo. It was a personal mission that Leia wanted to do; there was also some information that Hana had about rebel movements that would be valuable to the Empire if Jabba found out.

Ahsoka had agreed, because she would be able to use her Jedi powers to overpower the crime lord. She was dressed up in tattered rags and chains, making her look like she was a captive slave girl who had been overpowered. To make it more convincing, she wore a force-blocking collar. While it worked, it could also be easily removed so that when the plan began, she could pull it off and begin her part of the plan.

Leia, on the other hand, wore the gear of a local Bounty Hunter called Boushh. He wore an outfit that covered her completely, making it hard to detect her true gender and species. If she walked into Jabba's hideout, it was unlikely that she'd be leaving. But she ignored that and focused on the task at hand, pulling on Ahsoka's leash periodically. The togruta grunted in annoyance, as her mouth was gagged, but it was all part of the act.

As they entered the throne room of Jabba's palace, a green Twi'lek girl was being pulled out by a pair of pig-faced Gamorreans.

"Koa! master, narsu koa!" (No! Master, please no!) she screamed as she was taken down a dark passage.

It seemed that Jabba had lost his interest in her. She was likely going to be eaten by his pet Rancor. A random guest saw the two of them and tried to move in to stop them, forcing Leia to blast him away. That silenced the throne room as they entered.

"Yrrate yraate hru Togruta," Leia said.

Jabba laughed in delight as he saw Ahoka struggle against her chains. "At last, we have the mighty Ahsoka Tano," he leaned in. "You may have saved my son, but that debt has been paid," he lets out a loud, long, blood-curdling laugh and turns to Threepio, waving him closer. The reluctant droid obeys.

"Oh, uh, yes, uh, I am here, Your Worshipfulness. Uh... yes!" the gold robot said.

Jabba spoke to the machine before he turned to the disguised Leia and began to translate. "Oh. The illustrious Jabba bids you welcome and will gladly pay you the reward of twenty-five thousand."

"I want fifty thousand. No less," Leia said, trying to get as much as she could from the crime lord.

Jabba immediately flies into a rage, knocking the golden droid off the raised throne into a clattering heap on the floor. Leia adjusted her weapon as Jabba raves in Huttese while Threepio struggles back onto the throne. The dishevelled droid tries to compose himself.

"Uh, oh... but what, what did I say?" he asked his new master before turning back to the bounty hunter and translating what Jabba said. "Uh, the mighty Jabba asks why he must pay fifty thousand." Internally, Leia smiled and held up a small round object and turned it on.
"Because he's holding a thermal detonator!"

The guards instantly back away, as do most of the other aliens in the room. Jabba just stares at the silver ball, which blinks in the bounty hunter's hand. The room has fallen into a tense hush. Jabba stares at the bounty hunter malevolently until a sly grin creeps across his vast mouth and he begins to laugh.

"This bounty hunter is my kind of scum. Fearless and inventive," he laughed, before turning to Theepio and speaking.
"Jabba offers the sum of thirty-five. And I suggest you take it," the droid said.

After getting a nudge from Ahsoka, Leia nodded and turned the device in her hand off.

"He agrees!" Threepio announced as the Gamorreans came up and took Ahsoka away.

Jabba pulled over his Twi'lek advisor and said something to him. Bib Fortuna nodded and walked off, following Ahsoka.

OOOOO

The green-skinned Twi'lek was pulled into the kitchens and locked to a wall, where a pair of topless and bald human women were preparing an oven. Seeing this, she screamed and pleaded, but either they couldn't hear her or ignored her. Once the metal tray was covered in oil, one of the women, a dark-skinned one, walked over to the Twi'lek and proceeded to remove her clothing.

The slave just wept as she was undressed. Once that was done, the two slaves then began to oil her from her lekku to her feet. She did moan at the feel of the oil, but knew what it meant. Once her body was nice and shiny, her legs were tied together with strong twine. First were her ankles, then her shins, followed by her knees and thighs. Her wrists were then unshackled. She tried to fight back, but the bald women were stronger and pulled her hands behind her back in a reverse prayer position.

The two women tied her hands tightly behind her back. Once that was done, they pulled her over to the tray and set her down in a hogtied position. They used a block of metal to keep her head upright. After seasoning her with herbs and spices, they picked up the tray and slid her into the oven, ignoring her complaints.

Her screams were silenced a moment later as the door was closed.

OOOOO

Expecting to be taken to the cells or the harem, Ahsoka was surprised as she was taken to a room with a chair. A red-skinned togruta seemed to be doing something to prepare it. The pale-skinned Twi'lek walked in and began to say something to the togruta. The woman looked to Ahsoka and nodded before he left.

"So, you are the master's new acquisition, are you?" she asked.

Ahsoka looked her up and down, taking her in. She practically only wore jewellery and a veil. A coin loincloth covered her private parts. Both her legs had anklets and thigh bands, and her arms had bracelets and armlets. A headress sat over her lekku, holding the veil in place.

"Not for long," Ahsoka shot back.

Despite the veil, the former Jedi could tell that she was smiling. "Well, see," she said. "Strap her in,"

The pig guards ripped Ahsoka's clothing off, which she resisted, then she was taken over to the chair and locked in. Her hands and legs were secured to the arm and leg rests, preventing her from moving. She tried to activate her force powers, but the flaw in their plan came up as the collar she wore activated and shut down her powers.

The red-skinned Togruta didn't notice as a visor was placed over Ahsoka's eyes and began to flash. "Let's begin your conditioning, slave," the veiled togruta said.

OOOOO

Leia stayed mostly out of the revelry as people drank and chatted while a group of dancers danced before them. She needed to wait for all of them to fall asleep, then she could get solo. It shouldn't be too long now. A smell entered her nostrils, a smell of cooked meat. It smelled delicious and made her mouth water. But as she saw the source, she almost vomited there and then.

Carried by a pair of Twi'lek slaves was the Twi'lek dancer who was placed on a wooden tray. Her skin was a golden brown with vegetables surrounding her. A platform was quickly set up, and the cooked slave was placed on it. One of the slaves who carried her then began to carve the cooked slave and serve the meat to the guests assembled. Leia felt sick to her stomach as she watched everyone get a plate of the cooked slave and some of the vegetables.

Jabba himself also took part by eating the head of the slave. The pit in her stomach deepened as she witnessed this. She had heard about how Jabba ate his slaves, but she didn't realise that he cooked them and shared them with his followers. Cannibalism wasn't unknown in the galaxy, but she wasn't expecting to see it here, and now she was worried about Ahsoka.

Early the next day.

Sneaking into the throne room, where Jabba and the others were sleeping, Leia moved towards Hanna's carbonite coffin, making sure to be careful where she stepped. Quickly, she made it to the morbid decoration and entered the code to free her lover. Stepping back, Leia watched as the carbonite began to glow red before vanishing and Hanna falling out and into Leia's arms.

"Just relax for a moment," the princess said. "You are free of the carbonite. You have freezing sickness."

"I...I can't see," Hanna said in a slight paniked voice.

"It will return," Leia said as she helped the smuggler to a sitting position.

Blinking, Hanna looked to Leia. "W... who are you?"

The princess removed her helmet and looked into the brown eyes of the smuggler. "Someone who loves you," she leaned in and kissed the brown-haired woman. "Come on, I've got to get you out of here."

As they stood, a laugh sounded in their ears. "What's that...?" Hanna asked before her mind registered what she was hearing. "I know that laugh," the two turned as the curtains hiding them were pulled back.

The bounty hunters and Jabba were amused at the trap that had been prepared for them. Jabba began to speak, with Hanna trying to defend herself.

"It's not my fault!" she tried saying, but Jabba was having none of it.

"It's too late for that!" Jabba said in Huttees, and a couple of mercs took the smuggler away, before another pair grabbed Leia. "You will learn to serve me," he drooled and licked her face. "It will be fun, breaking you."

Hi all, a couple of things. First off, sorry if my stories are hard to find. I've changed my settings, so they should be ok to look up. I'm working on using alt to post my stories, just having a couple of problems with the NSFW stuff.

Next, I'm off to Japan in about 2 weeks. I may not be able to post.

Finally, who would you like to see get cooked and eaten alive? I'm thinking Leia on the spit, Han eaten by Jabba, and gender bend Luke fed to the rancor but gets eaten.

The locker rooms stank of sweat and sex as Ashley fitted her plasteel greaves onto her lower legs. After doing a quick test to make sure it wouldn't move, she fitted her trainers on as a couple of the bigger gladiators walked in, chatting happily to each other. They ignored Ashley as she continued to fit her armour on. The armour was brightly coloured and had holes to reduce weight and allow for the body to breathe.

As for the buliker girls, they wore similar armour but less of it because their muscular frames were hard and durable to counter attacks. Ashley, on the other hand, wasn't as muscular as they were, and that was by design. She wasn't born naturally, the same as the other Gladiators. She was vat-born, part of a batch of other gladiators who were created. In her case, she was made for speed like her other batch sisters.

Out of 200, she was the only one to make it this far. Although she could move fast, she didn't hit very hard and couldn't take too much punishment. A trade-off for her speed. She wasn't super-human, but she was faster than normal humans and some of her other kin.

As she finished getting ready, and two of the more muscular women began to make out, she left the lockers and made her way into the dojo. Walking down the corridor, she stopped and spotted a poster. On it was a woman who had been spitted from the ass to her mouth. Fire under her indicated that she was roasting alive. On the right side of the poster was a vat-born gladiator who managed to get out and now had an advertising gig. She wore a sports bra and shorts and held up an energy drink can.

The poster said, 'A girl's duty is to ride the spit! Keep your meat grade-A with Atlas Energy, guaranteed to keep you fit'.

"Not me," Ashley said as she made her way into the dojo.

Gladiators, like her, fought so that they could breed. If they won, they'd be sold off to someone. If they lost, they got cooked. She didn't want that last part.

"I will not end up on the spit," she muttered to herself as she began to use a staff against a wooden dummy.

OOOOO

The arena was set with large red and blue blocks of various shapes and sizes and tubes. It looked half like a paintball area mixed with a skating park. On either end of the field were the team's fans. On one side was MaxCore, a computer technology firm who's softwear and hardware could be found in almost every home. Their fans wore black and green, the same colours as the MaxCore team.

On the other side was the Atlas Corporation. A megacorp that had an industrial specialisation. While they produced softwear, hardwear and food, their main focus was vehicles such as planes, cars and the like. Their fans and team wore white-on-blue colours, giving them a more technologically advanced look.

As the teams cheered, one of the two commentators spoke up. "Hello all, and welcome to the final gladiator match of the season! I'm Jesse, and I hope we have a good match."

On one of the screens that hung over the area, a short-haired femboy smiled. If it wasn't for his very flat chest, one could have mistaken him for a girl. Which was more of a compliment than an insult to someone like him.

"And I'm Jasmine, and I also welcome you all to this fight," the second announcer said. "We're in for a good fight tonight, and I hope your chastity cage doesn't chafe,"

"Oh, it will," the femboy said. "And you know it, and here come the MaxCore team."

From the left side of the commentators, a group of 7 women walked onto a platform next to the arena. Gladiators were divided into body types and weapon skills. The big muscular ones were referred to as brutes. They were the tanks of the team. Able to take punches and give twice as much. But they were slow and didn't have a lot of stamina and endurance.

Next were the Skirmishers. They were in the middle of pack when it came to strength, speed, endurance and stamina. While some could move slightly faster or stronger than the others, they wouldn't be able to go toe to toe with Brutes or the quicker Rangers. What they excelled at was weapon-focused, as they could use a variety of weapons that the other two couldn't with the same effect.

The final one was the Rangers, who were the fastest of the three body types. What they lacked in strength, they made up for in speed and endurance. They were meant to be the fast attackers of the team. Distracting the enemy while the others focused on taking them down.

When it came to the MaxCore team, they had a focus on Brutes. With 3 of the 7-man team being the large, muscle-bound women. Each one is armed with a large weapon. One held a large sword, two were armed with hammers, and the final one wore something akin to boxing gloves.

The other 5 were 2 Skirmishers and 1 Ranger. The Skermishers were armed with swords while the Rangers were armed with a pair of tonfa each. The Brutes got the majority of the cheering while the others just moved and waved lazily.

Companies that had the tech to grow their own gladiatorial teams with their own specialisation. MaxCore's focus on Brutes wasn't just out of a tactical choice, but they also ere also able to specialise in unique brutes. Unlike other companies, their Brutes could react faster than the other teams. Making them stars and a big threat to other teams.

"And just look at them," Jesse called out. "Those Brutes have been dominating the arena as of late, but don't put those Rangers off. They can also pack a big punch."

"That's right," Jasmine said as she joined in. "In the last match, that pair took down Ha-Wan's Brute Kwon-76. Now she's being harvested for parts."

"Yeah, such a shame, she was one of Ha-Wan's best," Jessie said in a wistful tone. "But that's what they get for losing,"

As he spoke, the Atlas team walked onto the platform next to the area. "And here's Atlas!" Jasmine called out. "While not as well endowed as the MaxCore team, they have still been giving a good show this season."

The Atlas team was mostly made up of Skermishers, with them taking up 5 of the 7 team slots, with 1 Brute and 1 Ranger.

"Yep, and while she may not look it, you have to keep an eye out for Ashley-158," Jessie continued. "She may not look like it, but she's one of the best bo staff wealders out there. She took out two skirmishers in the last round, so don't take her lightly."

A ref walked up to a platform with a large terminal in front of them. "I want a clean match," she declared as the teams readied themselves for the attack. "3, 2, 1, fight!" she yelled.

Both teams jumped out onto the arena and moved. Ashley moved off to the side and used her speed to push in front of the rest of the team. Before entering the area, their leader, Addia-34, had set out a plan on how to take out the MaxCore team. Their obvious focus was to take out the Brutes. They would be the biggest problem for them to deal with, and they needed to be dealt with quickly.

The other team had already started moving, with the Brutes advancing. One of the Rangers moved to stop Ashley. The two met at speed, the MaxCore ranger approaching with the tonfa spinning in their hands. With the bo staff having more range than the tonfa, Ashley jumped and spun in mid-air using the range to wack the opposite ranger in the jaw. The MaxCore Ranger spun and fell to the ground, likely with a dislocated or broken jaw. She wouldn't be getting back up.

Someone said something, but she ignored it as she turned to focus on one of the MaxCore Brutes who was taking on her team's Brute. The other three were focused on the Skermishers, allowing Ashley to move and counter the big muscle-bound fighter. But it was topped by one of the MaxCor Skermishers. A green-haired woman with a sword in hand. She moved quickly to block Ahsley's incoming attack.

As the Ranger got close, the Skermisher made her move and jumped in the way of Ashley, and slashed at her. Using her momentum, Ashley moved out of the way of the attack and slammed her bo staff in the back of the Skermisher. She yelled out and stumbled to the floor, rubbing her back.

Turning back to the MaxCore Brute, Ashley ran up and wacked the Brute behind the knee. With a yelp, the Brute fell to her knees, allowing the Atlas Brute to get the upper hand and knock the Brute out. The Atlas Brute, Yolanda, sent a thumbs-up to Ashley. She didn't ignore it and sent the Brute a wave as she focused on her next target.

So far, MaxCore was down 4. Leaving 2 of their brutes and 1 Skermisher left. Atlas, however, had 1 Brute, 1 Ranger and 1 Skermisher left. The MaxCore Brutes did their work well. But they were winded and weren't moving as fast. While they were still faster than a regular human at a similar muscular size, when it came to Gladiators, they were getting slow. Biology had limits, regardless of what you tried to edit.

The two Brutes turned to the Atlas Brute and Skermisher, Ashley turned to the MaxCore Skermisher. She spotted her as the axe-wielding warrior moved to try to dislodge the Atlas Brute. Moving fast, Ashley was about to jump, but the Skermisher saw her and moved to defend herself from the attack. Defecting Ashley's staff.

Recovering quickly, Ash moved to strike at the Skermisher. But this woman was quick on her feet and kept her distance from the bo staff-wielding woman. While this kept her out of range of Ashley, it also meant that she wasn't able to strike back. Looking over to her teammates, Ash saw that her team's Butes was facing one of the MaxCore's brutes while the other was chasing the Atlas Skermisher. Neither was getting an advantage.

This Skermisher was keeping her occupied while the others were stuck until one got the upper hand. Cursing under her breath, Ashley moved into a sweep and pushed herself to the side and struck at the side of the MaxCore brute. That distracted her long enough for the Atlas brute to knock her out, but at the same time, the MaxCore Skermisher took the opportunity to take the Atlas Brute out with a quick blow to the head.

Ash cursed as she realised that she was the only Atlas member left, as the Brute and Skemisher bore down on her. All three of them were panting, out of breath and sweating. As Ashley looked at the two MaxCore gladiators bearing down on her, the image of her roasting on the spit came to mind.

"No me," she growled as she pounced.

The attack came as a surprise as she managed to knock the brute onto her back with two quick strikes. One to the chest to push the air out of her lungs before swinging her staff into the jaw of the Brute, sending her toppling back. The ground shook as the weight of the woman landed.

Panting, Ashey turned to the Skermisher, who was panting as well. The girl had long, raven black hair tied into a braid. Her skin was lightly tanned with Asian features. She stood at 5,11 the same as Ashley. Both were sizing each other up as they recovered some of their energy.

"Good fight, wasn't expecting that," the axe wealder said.

"I'm not going to end up on a spit," Ashley said. "I'm going to breed,"

Both smiled at each other before they pushed forward. Due to her staff, Ashley had reached and managed to push the girl off the platform they were on, sending her sliding into a half pipe. She didn't get up, giving Atlas the win.

OOOOO

The medical bay was quiet as a nurse looked over Ashley's sore leg muscles. She had a couple of bruises where she was hit, without knowing about it. But it was her legs that were the main concern. If she had damaged her leg muscles in any way, she would be disqualified from more games and likely sold to become meat.

The nurse, however, looked up with a smile. "Good news, you've pulled them, but that's fine. You just need a couple of days to recover."

Leaning back, Ashley smiled. "Thank fuck for that," she muttered as the nurse stood, activated her tablet and checked it.

"Oh," the nurse muttered. "You got sold," dread filled the Ranger's face, which she noticed. "Not to a meat factory," that made her relax. "You've been sold to a harem."

"Harem?" Ashley asked, unfamiliar with the term.

"It's when someone has multiple husbands or wives, the latter in this case," the nurse clarified. "So you'll be sharing a man with multiple women,"

Ash nodded and sighed. "I suppose it's the best I could get," she nodded before frowning. "What happened to the MaxCore skermisher? The one with the axe?"

The nurse looked up the woman. "Sakura-67, she's been sold to the same man who bought you," she said in surprise. "It seems that he liked both of you."

That was a surprise. While not uncommon, the losers would be turned into meat. So someone buying a loser was surprising, but not by much.

OOOOO

"It was your fault, you didn't follow the plan!" Rekka-24 said as she and the 5 nude members of the MaxCore team who weren't sold were sent to the kitchens.

Rekka-157 looked at her vat sister with annoyance. "Don't blame me for what you failed to see," she growled back.

The doors to the kitchens opened, and the 5 were led into the sterile room, which was set out like a cooking show. "Would the pair of you shut it!" Dela-29 said. "I'd like to spend my last moments not listening to you two muscle heads bicker!"

The skermisher looked away, annoyed, but the two vat-sisters fell silent. 2 Brutes, 2 skermishers and the single Ranger of the MaxCore gladitorial team waited as the butchers did a check on their health. It took a few moments before they pulled away.

"Ok, the skermisher will get the spit," the lead cook said. "The brutes go for dismembering, and the Ranger gets gutted alive,"

"What?" the two brutes yelled out before one took over. "I thought we were going to get the spit!"

The cook shook her head. "Too heavy for the Jessica and spit," she said as she indicated to a pair of large tables.

With a sigh, the two walked over to it while the skermisher was led over to a jessica and the ranger led over to a gullotine.

The large brutes climbed onto the industrial-strength tables set out for the meat like them. Lying down, they watched as a cook grabbed a long cleaver and walked over to them. With a gulp, Rekka-24 tilted her head back, offering her neck to her executioner.

"Good girl," the soft voice of the cook said before the blade she held severed the brute's head from her body.

The same was done for the other brute before the cook began to remove body parts from the now dead gladiators.

While this was happening, the Ranger was brought up to a frame and attached to it, eagle spread. She tested the restraints, only to find that she was bound very tightly, unable to move. She was then pushed into a side room with a number of cameras. She was set up in the middle of the room and was injected with something. It burned at first, and after a moment, she felt good. Not just good, but her whole body tingled in pleasure.

She moaned and wiggled in her restraints as the cook began to talk. Her mind was filled with pleasure that she didn't hear anything as the cook talked and prepared a knife. After a few moments, the cook turned and slid the knife into the former gladiator, who cried out as she came. She watched as her guts were pulled out, and her life faded from her as she died. The last thing she saw was her still beating heart and a worried cook.

Dela-29 was taken to another side room, also filled with cameras. In the middle was the device that would end her life. A Jessica 3070 automatic spitting machine. Like the other devices, it was set up in a way that the meat would be held flat on their belly, level with their head and mouth. Cuffs and straps were ready to lock her in place until the spit exited her mouth. The only thing different with this model was the stock-like restraints, where her head would be locked in.

Dela gulped as she looked at the inviting device. She walked up to it and stroked the padding. With a deep breath, she climbed onto the Jessica and slowly locked herself in. Ankles first, followed by the thigh straps. After doing a quick test, she leaned forward and activated the stock section, which closed over her wrists and neck. The cook then finished securing the gladiator by pulling the straps around the body and locking the arms in place. She would not be able to move.

Once secured, the cook then picked up a syringe and flicked it a few times before she injected it into the back of Dela. After a burning, she moaned as she felt pleasure tingle through her body. It was so overwhelming that she didn't hear the click, click, click of the spit being loaded, locked and armed into the Jessica. Her mind began to recover as the spit entered her pussy, making her moan out loud.

"Ohhhh yessss...." she moaned as it moved deeper and deeper into her. "I'm going to cook, I'm going to die as meat," she declared.

The spit stopped halfway into her as a blade moved to open her belly up, and her guts fell out. Pain meant pleasure to her, and this just made her cum even harder as the cook removed her guts, excluding her heart and lungs. After being sown up, the spit continued and exited her mouth after a few moments. She came again at the sight before she was unlocked from the Jessica and locked to the spit.

She was then placed over a fire and began to cook.

OOOOO a few months later.

Ashley sat back on a beanbag, watching a cooking show that featured gladiators. She smiled as her fellow concubine, Sakura, moved slightly next to her. Her own pregnant belly is getting in the way. The two looked to one another and kissed as the TV showed a gladiator losing her head.

The oil brush made me twitch as it moved over my nude body. The woman who was brushing me was part of the kitchen staff, meant to prepare my other sister slaves and me for today's meal. I didn't mind, but the others did as they cried out in fear and wiggled their limbless torsos. Trying to pull away from the brush. But given that, like me, they had no limbs, it was impossible to prevent their bodies from being oiled.

The reason I was being turned into a meal for my Sultan? My master? I tried to escape. Because I thought I could be free. But that wasn't meant to be. I, along with my sister slaves, was caught. Now, we are to be cooked and eaten as a warning to the others. Only my head wasn't oiled. My hair was shaved earlier in the day, leaving me bald. After my body was oiled, my head was next. But instead of oil, a wax was brushed over my face to protect my head from being burned or cooked.

It didn't take long for my head to be covered and placed on a cart with the others. They were still crying while I just waited for my cooking. There were 4 of us in all being taken out. While there were 8 of us, the other 4 would be executed in front of the sultan's guests. We were pushed out of the preparation room and down a corridor that led to an outdoor garden where a party was taking place.

Guests of noble birth were laughing and walking while a group of topless slave girls danced before them. A platform had been set with a wooden block on the top. Waiting for its first victim of the day. The wailing from the slaves next to me got the attention of the nobles, who pointed and laughed at our limbless forms.

Princess Jasmine walked over. Her blonde hair shone like gold in the day's sun. She looked down at us, at me in particular, her smile hidden by the veil she wore.

"We may have shared a bed, but you were always meant to be meat," she said in an arrogant tone, which I ignored as 4 slaves walked out in chains, screaming. "Ahh, the show is about to start," she walked away as my fellow slave sisters were pulled up onto the platform, crying.

"Please," one of them said. "Don't do this..." she begged as she fell to her knees.

The princess walked up onto the platform and stared down at the slave before looking to her father, my master, who nodded. Nodding back, she grabbed the slave by the hair and pulled her towards the block. The slave struggled and screamed, but failed to pull away. Jasmine wasn't a typical princess. She practised sword fighting, martial arts, exercised regularly and fought many men who asked for her hand in marriage. In some cases, to the death.

She pushed the slave onto the block and used her bare foot to keep her in place. "Stay there," she said as she readied her sword. "Don't want me to miss,"

The slave wept as the curved blade tapped the back of her neck. The blade rose before coming down and severing the slave's head. Reaching down, the princess picked the head up and brought it up to show the crowd, who cheered. The same happened with the next. But the third stood and walked over to the block. While she cried, she knelt, willing and prayed. Rolling her eyes, the princess moved to push the slave onto the block. Not resisting, the slave did so before her own head was removed.

The final slave looked up at the princess as she walked up. She gulped as the princess offered her foot. The slave licked and kissed it like an obedient pet before she moved on all fours to the block.

"Father, can I keep this one?" Jasmine asked. "She's such a good and loyal pet,"

"Jasmine, you know the rules. Besides, we can find you another one," he said, his voice kind and gentle rather than chastising his daughter.

Jasmine nodded and beheaded the slave. The heads of the slaves sat at the edge of the platform for all to look at and mock. Now it was time to cook.

The cart was wheeled next to a grill set above an open flame. A dark-skinned slave was picked up first and set on the hot metal. A scream ripped through her lungs as she burrned from the metal's touch. Next was the Asian slave, then the blonde westerner, then me. The others screamed as the metal touched their bare, oiled skin. I was no exception to that rule. I screamed in pain as I felt my skin burn and char from the heat and metal.

I couldn't help but wriggle my limbless torso in a vain attempt to get off the grill. I failed, but after a while, I felt the heat become more tolerable. My nerves begin to die and prevent me from feeling pain. I smelled myself cooking, and I couldn't help but feel my mouth water. I had eaten my fellow slaves before. They had either been punished or were selected for the role of meat.

I didn't know how long I was being grilled before I found myself being lifted and placed face down on the grill. I screamed again, my tits burning like hell before I adjusted. I couldn't feel my body after a while, and the pain was practically non-existent. My brain was still alive thanks to the wax, but my body was nearly gone.

I couldn't speak, and I think I stopped breathing. I wasn't sure when that happened, but I felt something was wrong. My head couldn't move; all I could move was my eyes, and they didn't show much outside of the fire below me. After a while, I'm not sure how long, I felt myself being lifted off the grill and taken to a table. My mind was in such a haze that I didn't notice the others were on the table until I was there.

A woman walked up. She wore a dark blue veil and a tight-fitting harem outfit. A gem in her navel glinted in the light. The effect was magnified by her tattoos, and her flat chest was quite pronounced. I knew her. Not personally, but her reputation. The Slave Witch. A woman who was rarely seen outside her tower. I didn't know much about her, but somehow my master tamed her to the point that she wore a slave collar and anklet willingly and performed magic for him. He must have done something to own her like that, but what? I didn't care.

She stood over me and brought down a cleaver on my neck, severing my head from my body. I had expected to die, but my consciousness didn't fade. I could see, but I couldn't hear or move my head. I was picked up and placed on a tray next to the other three as our cooked and charred bodies were gutted and emptied. They were then placed on a cart with our heads and we were wheeled back into the kitchen.

4 platters with pikes in the middle were set up. Our severed arms and legs had already been cooked and set into a kneeling position. Some of our former jewellery had been used, such as my thigh bands and large belled anklets.

Our bodies were taken off while our heads were taken somewhere else. 4 women then began to apply makeup and jewellery to our heads to make us look like we were before. Beautiful slaves, ready to dance for master. Our hair had also been made into wigs and sat on our heads as soon as we were placed in front of the women.

I had lost all sense of time by this point, as it felt like moments for them to prep us and bring us back out. By that point, our bodies had been filled with stuffing and dressed even further with parts of our former dancing gear and jewellery. Our heads were placed on the spikes before we were whelled out into the night for the guests to feast on. I watched as my body was eaten by nobles and slaves. It was somewhat gratifying that this was happening. At least I wouldn't die in vain.

As my consciousness began to fade, I felt myself wishing to become a slave again and end up as a feast for people like this.

As Nadia walked out of the prayer room, the prison guard locked shackles around her wrists and ankles. With that done, she was the lead back to her cell, with a few of the other muslim prisons being brought back as well. She, and a couple of the others, were protesters at the capital, protesting the possibility of the 'Dolcett System'.

With regular livestock practically gone, and no other good food sources avalible, human women were poposed as a new source of food. There were plenty of protests against this, but few were going against it since the logic made sense, and there was little choice. The male-to-female ratio was becoming increasingly skewed in favour of women. As such, they were the logical answer. While some people were clamouring for lab-grown meat, which proved elusive, meat provided only a fraction of a human's daily nutritional needs.

Now, a final decision was to be made, with prisoners being the first to 'volunteer'. Nadia walked into her cell and knelt before the door locked behind her. She wanted to cry, but the tears had long since dried up. She did hear a couple of the others cry, but ignored them as she focused on what she had achieved in her life.

What felt like hours later, she was taken out of her cell and locked to a chain gang of other muslim women as they were led into a courtyard. Prisoners from the other blocks were also lined up in chain gangs. The police women holding shock sticks and others armed with guns that required the fingerprints of a registered user. 1,600 prisoners were gathered with police in riot gear and armed with lethal and less-than-lethal weapons.

The mayor of the city, a dark-skinned woman, walked up on a gangway and looked out at the women assembled. She gave them one glance before she pulled out a letter.

"On this day," she began, stating the date, which few paid attention to. "All offenders' human rights have been removed. From this moment on, you have livestock, not humans, to be cared for. As of this moment, your sentences have been changed. You are to be slaughtered for your meat. There are no appeals. Your lives are forfeit."

And with that, the yelling began. Nadia's head hung as the prisoners were being led out, line by line and onto trucks. Through the yelling, a gunshot echoed, followed by another and another. Despite the chains, the prisoners tried to riot. Nadia didn't see what happened as the truck she was in had its door closed.

As the truck moved, the women, the cargo, the livestock cried and prayed for deliverance. After a while, the truck stopped, and the doors opened. Workers dressed in white later pulled the prisoners out. There was some resistance, but mostly submissive obedience. They were taken into a converted slaughterhouse. This place used to slaughter pigs, but was cleaned out and converted to slaughter human women.

The sounds of screams, pleas and industrial machinery echoed in the building as the prisoners were brought in and lined up. Nadia couldn't see what was happening, but she didn't want to. Getting slaughtered didn't mean she wanted to know what was going to happen.

The line inched forward every minute or so, followed by a short scream. After walking past a wall that hid the slaughter area, Nadia saw how she was going die. The line ended at a barrier, where a group of slaughterhouse workers unlocked a prisoner and brought her over to a guillotine. After her head was removed, she was stripped and locked to a frame by the ankles. Joining other headless corpses. A label on the frame read 'halal'. It was a mild comfort to see that the muslim women were being converted into halal meat.

Hanging her head, Nadia muttered a prayer as the line moved foward until it was her turn. When the workers unlocked her shackles, she didn't resist as she was brought over to the guillotine. Kneeling, she leaned into the lunette and rested her hijab covered neck into the opening. She was about to say something when her world began to spin, and her head fell into a chute that led to a glowing room.

Her consciousness faded as her head was incinerated. Her headless body joined the other corpses on the frame, to be drained as halal meat.

OOOOO

Hanan pushed her trolley cart as she reached the girl meat section of the supermarket. There was plenty to look at. Breasts in different sizes, which made her feel jealous due to her own flat chest. Thigh and belly met and cunt fillets. None of them had names on them, which wasn't that much of a surprise. The first women to be killed under the new dolcett system were prisoners, criminals. None of whom had the right to have their names known.

Moving further down, Hanan found the halal section and picked up a pair of large breasts and a cunt fillet. As she looked at the tits, a random thought came to mind.

"Maybe I should get implants," she muttered, placing them into the cart, uncaring who the breasts she was going to eat belonged to.