u/SlabDA

If you haven't read the previous chapters, they can be found here:

Chapter 1 https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/comments/1tvthl4/cassandra_carrie_part_1_of_7_like_mother_like/

Chapter 2 https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/comments/1u1zuu8/cassandra_carrie_part_2_of_7_carrie_takes_her/

Chapter 3 https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/comments/1u8849h/cassandra_carrie_part_3_of_7_a_day_in_the_life_of/

Chapter 4 https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/comments/1ueag3q/cassandra_carrie_part_4_of_7_carrie_reaches_the/

Cassandra & Carrie
Part V: Carrie's Last Wish

by Slab (September 19th, 2020)

Carrie sat in her office the next day absentmindedly caressing her bruised throat. Samantha had let her down after she'd passed out, then she'd been leashed to the foot of the bed until the morning.

Carrie knew she had only one more night to live and she didn't want to spend it under Samantha's boot... a literal possibility.

She kept an eye on her office door as she went about her morning's work - namely jerking one of the partner's until a thick load of goo landed on her face. Carrie's first act upon arriving at the office was to go to the bathroom and wash her face and hair in the sink (she'd long ago started keeping shampoo and face wash at work). Her face had been clean for less than twenty minutes.

The partner lifted her chin to admire her cream covered beauty. He noticed the marks on her neck. "Samantha really did a number on you, didn't she?"

"Yes, sir," Carrie responded.

"Well, don't worry too much about it. You'll be dead tomorrow anyway," he said, walking out and leaving her with the chilling thought.

Just then, Carrie saw the person she'd been watching for walk by. "Lauren!" she called out urgently. Her friend, who usually walked past Carrie's office quickly and with her head down so as not to be reminded of Carrie's humiliation, reluctantly looked up. Carrie could see that even after all this time, the sight of her as a sex object still unnerved Lauren. "Come here, please. I have to talk to you."

Lauren crossed to her. "Hi, Carrie. What do you need to talk about?" The girl's gaze kept shifting, unsure whether she should look at her friend's face and try not to see the sperm splattered it or look down and end up seeing her fully nude form.

"Lauren, I need you to take me home tonight."

"What?! Carrie, you know I don't think of you like that," Lauren objected.

"Look what Samantha did to me last night," Carrie said as she gestured to her injured neck. "I don't want to spend my last night at her mercy." 'No matter how arousing it was,' she didn't add. "Look, you can just say you're going to use me tonight and then drop me off at home and I can spend my last night with Hilary."

"Ok," Lauren said, finally.

At that moment a couple of male interns approached. "Thank you, so much," Carrie said, giving Lauren a quick hug that obviously made her friend uncomfortable. "It's going to be a long day. I'm sure everyone will come through my door at some point."

"Alright Carrie," one of the young men said, "lean over the desk so we can cuff you. We don't want to wait until tomorrow to spit you. Ha, ha." As one of them shackled her to the desk, the other addressed Lauren. "There's room on the desk for you, if you want to have some fun too."

Lauren looked taken aback. She left without a word. Carrie was a little disappointed, though she would have expected nothing else. Her gazed followed Lauren as she left. 'She has such a cute ass,' she thought as a stiff cock invaded her own.

* * *

It was late, by the time the last of her coworkers had finished with Carrie. Samantha had not been pleased that she wouldn't have one more night to play with her, but she'd made up for it by spending almost the entire day in Carrie's office. She never let Carrie have a moment's peace. At every opportunity, she'd demanded to be satisfied. When someone else was taking their turn with Carrie's holes, she'd usually watch from the corner and masturbate. Carrie had no idea how many orgasms the cruel redhead had enjoyed at her expense. Even now, Samantha had yet to leave, watching bitterly as Carrie left with her friend.

As they left the office and walked through the cold wind of the Chicago December to Lauren's car, Carrie was grateful to be fully dressed. Samantha's habit of walking her out of the building completely naked had gone from embarrassing to painfully cold these last few weeks. To add insult to injury, the last walk she'd taken with the woman yesterday had been through a virtual blizzard. "Thank you from letting me wear clothes."

"You're welcome, I guess," Lauren replied uncertainly.

The two rode mostly in silence until they reached Carrie's home. "Why don't you come in for a drink with me and Hilary? One last drink?" she said, shamelessly playing the 'last night alive' card.

"Sure," Lauren replied.

As the two made their way to Carrie's door, she purposefully steered the conversation to all of the fun times the friends had together.

Carrie opened the door and heard a familiar voice call out, "You're late." The girls were not prepared for the sight that awaited them.

"Aunt Linda? What are you doing here?" Carrie asked confused.

Carrie's mother's sister sat on the living room sofa while Hilary knelt on the floor beside her. Hilary wore a French maid uniform, her hands were cuffed behind her back, a ball gag was in her mouth, and a collar around her neck... Carrie's aunt held the attached leash. "I'm just claiming what's mine, Carrie."

"But... but..." Carrie stammered.

"Well, you are being terminated tomorrow. Your mother arranged it so that when that happened everything you have goes to me. It turns out that your girlfriend here isn't actually named on the lease, so I figure she's mine along with the sofa and lamps." She held up a piece of paper. "Hilary's already signed the consent form. After all, it was that or being homeless. Don't worry about her. I'm sure she'll serve me well. But whether she does or not, she'll probably end up roasting sooner rather than later." Carrie's aunt stood and Hilary followed her lead.

Carrie crossed to the young woman who now found herself in the same position she'd held Carrie in for most of the last year. She kissed Hilary on the cheek. "Bye, Hilary," she said, calling the girl by name for the first time in months.

"Don't worry, she'll be there to see you off tomorrow," Linda said as she opened the door. "Everyone will. My dearly departed sister made sure I got an invitation to see my sweet niece meet her end." She led Hilary from the apartment.

Carrie turned to Lauren after a moment's silence. "Can I crash at your place tonight?"

* * *

Carrie stepped out of the shower. From the time that she'd been enslaved, a shower had always managed to make her feel like herself again, if only for a few minutes. She ran a brush through her hair, then stood back to inspect herself in the mirror.

Her naked body bore a few scars from her months as an sex object (most notably the bruising around her throat), but these were small flaws that did little to mar her otherwise gorgeous figure. She couldn't help but consider the fact that tomorrow her head would be cut off and her beautifully proportioned carcass would be turning golden brown on a steel spit, glistening with cooking oil rather than water.

Carrie placed the collar around her neck once again. Though the woman who had made her wear it as a sign of her enslavement was now a slave herself, it didn't seem right to be without it. Had she just grown accustomed to the feel, or was she subconsciously reminding herself that just because her mistress was now leashed and collared didn't mean she was any freer?

Carrie slipped into a robe that hung by the door, then joined Lauren on the couch in the living room. Her friend had changed into pajamas while she showered and now sat sipping wine. Lauren offered her a glass, which she gratefully accepted. "Do you want anything to eat?" Lauren asked.

"Absolutely. I'm famished."

"What would you like? I haven't got much in the house, but we can have something delivered."

'What do I want for my last meal?' Carrie asked herself. It's true she'd have the opportunity for breakfast, but she knew she'd be too nervous to eat anything. She also knew she could easily waste an hour on this one decision as soon as she started thinking of it as her 'last meal'. "How about Chinese? I haven't had that in forever," Carrie said, quickly deciding that tonight would be just another girls' night with her friend.

Lauren ordered the food, but hung up with a frown. "It could be an hour. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve and they are super busy."

"That's okay," Carrie handed her friend another glass of wine. "We can just hang out and talk."

The two of them sat and drank their wine as they tried to make small talk, but the next day's impending events loomed large and would not be ignored. The conversation was not nearly as easy as it used to be and the silences dragged on. It was not long before they had drained a second bottle of wine trying to fill the silence with the sweet red liquid.

Carrie didn't mind the silence as much as Lauren seemed to, she got to spend it gazing at this beautiful girl. The pleasant buzz that filled Carrie's brain seemed to bring with it a simple but profound realization - there was no point in denying herself any longer. She was out of time. This was the last chance she would ever have and she was going to take it.

Carrie leaned over and kissed Lauren. Lauren quickly pulled away, startled by the impulsive display. "What the hell was that?"

"Something I have wanted to do for years." Carrie had past the point of no return, not that there would have been any point in backing down now anyway. Having nothing left to lose, she pushed ahead. "You are so cute and so sweet and I've always been attracted to you. I never made a move, because I didn't want to damage our friendship, but this time tomorrow, I'll be on your plate instead of on your couch." Carrie moved her had to Lauren's knee. "I've always wanted you... wanted to be with you." Carrie slowly slid her hand up her friend's thigh in a manner both cautious and sensual.

Lauren was visibly uncomfortable with the intimate contact, but made no move to stop her. Carrie scooted closer on the sofa. Lauren took a long drink, draining the rest of her glass.

Carrie gently stroked her face, eager to put her at ease. "It's alright, Lauren. It's not as scary as you think." Carrie leaned close and whispered, "I promise it will be worth it."

Carrie closed her eyes as she moved to kiss her friend again, but this time she paused just a few inches from Lauren's face. The seconds seemed to drag on to hours, as she waited, hoping desperately that the wonderful girl before her would meet her lips.

Just as Carrie was about to surrender herself to rejection, she felt a pair of soft lips pressed against her own. It was one of the most wonderful feelings in her life, better even than the majority of orgasms she had experienced. The kiss lingered for a long moment before both women broke off.

Carrie finally opened her eyes. Lauren was staring at her, her face a mixture of desire and fear. The kiss had excited her, but she was afraid to give in to her newfound urges. Carrie brushed her cheek gently and put a reassuring hand on her arm. "I really want this to happen, but only if you want it too. Just remember that this is our only chance. If there was ever any part of you that was even curious, now is the time. I'm being executed tomorrow so there will never be another chance... If it helps, think of it as my last wish."

Carrie felt she may have laid it on a bit too thickly with the last statement, but it seemed to strike a cord with Lauren. Lauren leaned in to initiate another kiss. Then she opened her mouth and probed Carrie's mouth with her tongue. She seemed to have made her decision, abandoning any hesitation so that she wouldn't give in to her doubts.

Carrie began to move her hands over Lauren's body. After several minutes of exploring Lauren's soft form, her fingers found the drawstring to her pajama pants. The knot easily slipped out and then Carrie slid her hand in. Lauren moaned quietly as practiced fingers rubbed her clit. Carrie knew exactly how to play the delicate instrument and closed her eyes to enjoy the rhythmic noises the other girl made. The sensuous gasps and squeaks of her friend's voice were almost musical.

It took only a couple of minutes for Lauren to reach her climax. She clung to Carrie as the powerful orgasm welled up inside her. Carrie smiled at the look of closed eyed, open mouthed pleasure on her friend's face.

Lauren opened her eyes. Without a word or any hesitation, she kissed her friend long and hard. Then she stood, took Carrie by the hand, and led her to the bedroom.

Carrie's heart pounded so hard as she followed Lauren to the place she most wanted to be on her last night, the beautiful girl's bed. At the foot of the bed, Lauren twirled around and locked lips with her again. As they kissed, Carrie's hand explored the young woman's slim waist and found the bottom hem of her t-shirt. When they broke away from the kiss, Lauren raised her hands over her head and allowed her shirt to be pulled off by the tall blonde who promised so show her new pleasures.

Carrie coaxed her friend onto the edge of the bed, and pulled off her pajama pants and panties. She leaned over the girl and kissed her again, supporting herself with one hand, as the other massaged the girl's breasts. After a couple of minutes, Carrie moved her mouth down to the perky tits and slid her hand over her flat abdomen to the shaved mound once again.

Lauren began building to another orgasm as she felt the gentle pressure on her clit and the flicking of a warm tongue across her nipple. Carrie knew first hand how this must feel and allowed her new lover a few minutes to enjoy the pleasant sensation.

When Carrie felt Lauren was ready, she took her finger from the moist pink hole and brought it to her mouth. She sucked juice from her finger and smiled down at the euphoric young woman. "Now the real fun begins."

Carrie slowly traced a trail of soft kisses from the girl's nipple, across her flat belly, to her bald snatch. She pushed Lauren's knees apart as she dropped to her own knees.

Carrie spread the girl's pussy lips, exposing the warm, wet hole beyond. She grazed the small bulb of Lauren's clit before slipping a couple of fingers into her pink flesh. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the girl's clit, finally living out a fantasy she'd played out in her mind for years. Lauren instantly stiffened under the electric ecstasy that filled her body.

Carrie expertly played her tongue over her lover's clitoris. She had serviced so many women in this way over the past months and now she put all her earned skills to work pleasing Lauren. It was not long at all before Lauren gasped and Carrie was rewarded with the sweet taste of sexual fluid.

But Carrie did not stop there. Lauren began to squirm as she built to a third powerful orgasm. Carrie wrapped her arms around the girl's thighs to keep her pelvis still.

This time Lauren screamed.

Carrie wanted to keep going. She wanted to make this lovely lady cum over and over again all night long. She wanted to lick this cunt right up until they pulled her away to slice her head off. Better yet, just slide the pole right through both of them, so she could continue to lick it even as they turned on the spit. But Lauren could take no more and pushed her away.

Carrie stood and leaned over the smaller woman to kiss her once again. She knew Lauren could taste herself on her lips. Lauren smiled, then swept Carrie's arm out from under her and rolled her onto her back. Carrie was surprised, but could have stopped the move if she wanted... she didn't. Lauren brought her mouth to Carrie's breast. She gently nibbled the nipple, then flicked her tongue across it rapidly.

Carrie moaned and her pussy went from wet to soaking as the woman she had so long desired began playing with her naked body. She closed her eyes and let the joy of this moment wash over her. She felt a soft hand caress her skin as it found its way to her slit. Fingers invaded her womanhood, as a nimble thumb traced circles around clitoris.

Carrie gasped as the first orgasm hit her. Lauren kept stimulating her as though she didn't even notice that her friend was cumming. A moment later Carrie had a second orgasm. She cried out.

Lauren looked up at her. "How was that?" she asked, earnestly looking for feedback on her first time fingering another woman.

"That was great," Carrie smiled as she exaggerated her pleasure a little. The orgasm had been good, but having Lauren be the one to give them had been the great part.

Lauren climbed off the bed to the floor. She opened Carrie's snatch with her fingers and stared at the gaping cunt for a moment with a look of trepidation.

"You don't have to do that. You've already done plenty," Carrie assured her truthfully as she sat up. "You are the first person to care about my pleasure at all for a very long time. Samantha prefers it if I don't cum. I mean, I can only expect so much from your first time with another woman."

"No, I have to do this. Like you said before, this is our only time together and I won't stop half way." Lauren opened her mouth and plunged her face into Carrie's open cunt. Again Lauren seemed to cast aside any hesitation once she set her mind to giving her friend oral pleasure. Carrie had tried to gently introduce her friend to the new experience of being serviced by a woman, but when it came her turn to reciprocate, Lauren practically attacked Carrie's pussy. Carrie very quickly came.

As with her hands, Lauren didn't slow when Carrie climaxed. Carrie knew that in the grip of orgasm she tended to release quite a flow of fluid and it was impossible that Lauren was unaware she'd already cum. If anything, having brought Carrie to climax seemed to spur her on.

While Carrie had used only her tongue, Lauren used her whole mouth. It felt to Carrie as though the girl were already trying to eat her steak. She writhed on the bed, as the impending wave of a powerful orgasm mounted inside her. She could hardly breathe as the sensation welled within her. She was so close, and tottered on the brink for what seemed eternity. Carrie screamed as she finally peaked. She clutched the pillow tightly as ecstasy seized her body and overwhelmed her mind. This time her pussy squirted a stream of juice, which flooded Lauren's mouth.

Lauren climbed into the bed beside Carrie. She smiled broadly, her face glistening and her chin literally dripping sexual fluid. "I take it I did good?"

Carrie kissed her passionately, savoring her own taste. "That was the best orgasm ever," she answered honestly. She pulled Lauren close and wrapped her arms around the soft, feminine figure. "I've been hoping all this time that one day you would come to my office to be serviced by me. Now I'm glad you never did. It has made this night so special. I love Hilary, but tonight there is nowhere I'd rather be than in your arms."

"Thank you for sharing this with me. I'm sorry it took so long," Lauren said with regret in her voice.

Carrie caressed her reassuringly. "Don't be. It was well worth my last wish. Tomorrow I can lose my head happily. I'll be thinking of you as the blade cuts my neck in two. Hell, thinking of this will make me so wet that my cunt steak is guaranteed to be juicy and succulent. I hope you get a taste."

"How can you be so calm about being killed tomorrow?"

Carrie looked her friend and lover in the eye, "I'm actually kind of excited. The look on my mom's face as her head was sliced off - it looked like the ultimate orgasm. Being a slave is humiliating, but also really hot. You've no idea how often and how hard I've cum. But now the only thing left for me is to die knowing even as I'm beheaded that I'll soon be nothing but meat. Just the thought has me so wet."

"But aren't you scared?"

"Of course I'm scared, but it's a good scared. It's that same sweet terror of being a virgin as you watch a hard cock come out and knowing you're about to be penetrated for the first time."

The girls were interrupted by the doorbell.

"Damn that Chinese took a long time. I'm starving." Carrie kissed Lauren as she got up. "Sorry, babe, but as much as I love the taste of your pussy, eating a girl out is only filling when you get to swallow her meat."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Cassandra & Carrie
Part IV: Carrie Reaches the End of Her Rope

by Slab (September 5th, 2020)

As the end of the year approached, Carrie was constantly reminded that her own end would coincide with it. This was thanks mostly to Samantha, who made a show of coming into Carrie's office every morning and crossing another day off of her calendar while teasing her. "One month until your hot date with a professional chef." "Two weeks until you ride the spit and thank me for every time I shoved my strap-on up your ass." "Two days until you find out how a hot dog feels on display. I wonder if they'll plump when you cook 'um," she said as she gave Carrie's ample tits a firm squeeze.

Although Carrie had long ago abandoned wearing panties (too many of her favorite pairs had been destroyed by coworkers who were impatient to gain access to her rear holes), she took extra care to wear only the sexiest bras. Her lavish breasts held in an alluring bra were the perfect pair for a tit fucking... or cooking, slicing off, and enjoying. While she imagined being beheaded and roasted whole like her mother, she knew if it were up to Samantha she'd certainly be alive as she was carved up and cooked a piece at a time - undoubtedly starting with her glorious tits. - At least then she'd get the chance to taste her own meat.

Only two days left!

After spending most of the last year being readily available to all members of the firm, and most not being shy about taking advantage of her, Carrie had noticed a sudden increase in how often she was visited by her coworkers following the office being closed for the holiday. Everyone had been fully aware the Carrie would only remain 'on staff' until the year's end, but now it seemed to sink in to most of them that the loss of their fuck toy was imminent. And the relentless pace with which she was kept busy had kept her preoccupied enough that it was just this moment that it hit Carrie how little time she actually had left.

TWO DAYS!

The whole day, Carrie was kept so busy she hardly got the chance to breathe, literally, considering that everyone wanted a turn (or two) at her skilled mouth.

As the end of the day approached, Samantha seemed to become a permanent occupant of her office. When she wasn't demanding that Carrie service her, she would hold or bind the girl into whatever position Carrie's current user desired.

Carrie knew why Samantha was loitering in her office, apart from the obvious enjoyment of humiliating Carrie in front of the others - she intended to take Carrie home tonight. She had only two nights left alive, and she'd spend this one pleasing her enemy.

Sure enough, at the end of the day, Samantha pulled out her leash and hand cuffs. But she had something else in her hand also, a small black bag. Carrie knew better than to ask what was in it, Samantha enjoyed using her questions as an excuse to cause her pain. It wasn't long before her question was answered anyway. Once her hands were secured and her collar clipped to the lead, a leather strap came out of the bag and her elbows were bound together behind her back, forcing her shoulders back and her breasts out. Then Carrie was ordered to open her mouth. No sooner had she complied, than a ring gag came out of the bag, was forced between her teeth, and the strap tightly fastened at the back of her head. But Samantha wasn't done. The bag itself was actually a black hood. It had only one hole, for Carrie's mouth, the rest was a heavy black cloth that would completely blind her. But worse, Carrie's face and hair were soaked in semen. If her head was completely covered, she'd be left drenched in her coworkers sexual fluids over night. She shuttered at the thought of being trapped beneath the cover in the cold slime and flinched when Samantha went to put the hood over her. This small hesitation was enough to earn her a jolt from Samantha's cattle prod.

Carrie reluctantly submitted to Samantha. As Samantha fitted the hood to her, Carrie saw her best friend, Lauren pass her door. Her friend glanced in and Carrie gave her a pleading look, but Lauren looked away in embarrassment. She wasn't quite sure why, but Carrie closed her eyes as the hood was pulled down over her face. She wished it was her sweet Lauren taking her home tonight rather than the cruel Samantha, but even after all these months, Lauren was uncomfortable with the idea of her friend's enslavement.

"Come on, bitch," Samantha ordered and tugged on the leash. Carrie had no choice but to follow. Samantha walked far faster than Carrie would have liked, but that was nothing new. They left the office and Samantha called for someone to hold the elevator. Carrie was practically dragged along as Samantha rushed down the corridor. Suddenly, she was jerked to a stop. Carrie couldn't help but cough.

"Thank you, Lauren," Samantha said.

"No problem," Lauren responded weakly. Carrie wanted to ask Lauren to take her home instead, but between the gag and the coughing fit, she was rendered speechless. "Is she alright?"

"What does it matter? She's destined for the spit day after tomorrow."

"I guess," Lauren said, her voice uncertain.

"Besides, she's in for some pretty intense breathe play tonight," Samantha sneered.

Carrie's stomach sank. She had serious reservations about anything Samantha described as 'intense'.

* * *

Carrie couldn't breathe at all. She wanted to kick wildly until her feet found a place to stand, but her ankles were tethered to the footboard of Samantha's bed, forcing her legs apart as well as holding them in place. Samantha stood on her bed rhythmically forcing her massive dildo into Carrie's ass while her man stood on a chair fucking her pussy.

They'd started out with Carrie lying on the bed and Samantha sat on Carrie's hooded face while her man buried his cock in her. When Samantha had cum three or four times Carrie had heard her say that the real fun would soon begin. To Carrie the words were very ominous. She hadn't been sure what to expect as her feet were spread and bound. Then she'd felt the noose being slipped over her head. Her heart had felt like it was pounding in her throat as the man had hoisted her off the bed with nothing but the rope around her neck. As she'd struggled to gain oxygen, she'd heard Samantha hiss in her ear that she'd hang until the man had emptied his balls in her.

'But what if he doesn't cum in time? Samantha wouldn't dare let me hang to death. Would she? Everyone is looking forward to having me at the party, if she kills me tonight they'll all be pissed. Maybe they'll roast her instead,' Carrie thought. It might almost be worth giving up the ghost if she knew Samantha would have to take her place on the buffet table.

But no, she could never give Samantha the satisfaction of being the one to snuff her. Carrie could imagine that Samantha was probably right now thinking that it would be worth being butchered if she got to kill Carrie here and now.

Carrie was feeling lightheaded and dizzy. She was sure that if she could see, then the room would be spinning and her vision would be fading. She would pass out soon. She'd probably have passed out already if it weren't for the fresh jolt of pain in her neck caused by the ever so slight slackening and sudden tightening of the noose that accompanied each thrust into one of her holes.

She had to make the man cum, but she was almost completely immobilized. All she could do was tense her cunt and try to squeeze the jizz out of him. She was amazed he hadn't blown his load yet. After all he'd been pounding her on the bed and though Samantha had orgasmed repeatedly, Carrie was sure he hadn't cum yet.

Carrie thought she could feel the fat dick throb inside her, but tightening her sex had brought on her own wave of pleasure. She couldn't believe the intensity of the orgasm that broke over her. She wanted to scream, but all that came from her constricted throat was a quiet rasp. Her death rattle, she was sure, as she felt herself falling into blackness... Then she hit the mattress and bounced roughly. The impact forced a gasp from her and before she fully realized what had happened, she was gulping air down greedily.

He must have pumped his seed into her as she convulsed in her own orgasm on the edge of consciousness, then they had let her drop. She was sure Samantha would have preferred to let her dangle. As Carrie lay breathing heavily, she felt a body climb onto the bed beside her. "Well, Carrie, you managed to survive that little game, but don't be too disappointed... the night's not over yet."

Though Samantha couldn't see it, Carrie was sure she was aware of the grimace on her face.

Samantha began untying Carrie's feet. "One more game. You've gotten fucked, now it's my turn. But don't worry, you'll still be involved. I wouldn't want you to feel left out, Carrie. Ready, honey?"

"Yep." Carrie heard a heavy 'thunk' and wondered what her foe could possibly have in store now. The noose cinched tight again as it was once more used to lift Carrie off the bed. Her throat hurt so badly that she almost wished Samantha had finished the job the first time.

Once she was back on her feet, Samantha urged her to the end of the bed then turned her around. "Now step back, Carrie."

For a second, Carrie's heart seemed to stop. Was Samantha going to hang her just so she could get fucked while she watched her air dance? No, if that was it, she'd have left Carrie kicking the first time.

"Turn around, then step onto the footboard, bitch," Samantha urged.

Though the hood had not come off Carrie's head all evening, she'd been in this room enough times this year to remember that Samantha's bed had a heavy footboard a couple of inches wide at the top. Carrie felt for it with her foot. It wasn't much of a perch, but with some work she was able to balance on it.

"She's in position," Samantha told her man.

Carrie felt all of the slack go out of the rope. It threatened to pull her backwards off of the narrow ledge. Of course, the heavy sound had been Samantha's guy removing the stool he'd been standing on to fuck Carrie as she'd been suspended earlier. If Carrie lost her footing, she'd fall away from the bed and be left to swing in the middle of the room. Carrie felt a couple of fingers being inserted into her. Her heart pounded as she anticipated a push from the other woman.

"I trust you get the point of the game," Samantha said as Carrie felt the bed frame shutter beneath her as the man climbed onto the bed. The fingers withdrew and Carrie heard a soft slurp as Samantha sucked the juice from her hand. "Try to keep your balance if you can. I hope you don't, but know that if you do, we're not letting you down until we're done."

Carrie heard Samantha gasp in front of her as she was penetrated. The bed began to rock back and forth beneath her as the couple made love to the sight of her standing before them naked and noosed. The first jolt almost caused her to fall, but she was able to regain her balance, though she had to keep shifting her weight to maintain it. As the two of them established a rhythm, Carrie was forced to adopt the same. As she swung her hips in time with each of the man's thrusts into Samantha and her enemy's corresponding moans, Carrie began to feel as though she were participating in the couple's twisted lovemaking in a way more intimate than the visual stimulation of her peril. And the way Samantha kept repeating her name between moans heightened the sensuality - it didn't even matter that it was in the context of mocking her.

"Careful, Carrie, we... oh... we wouldn't want you to fall."

Carrie was getting wet.

"I like your dance... ooh... Ooh... Keep it up, Carrie, or it will be another air dance... Oh yeah."

She wished now that she was the one being impaled on a hard cock.

"OH, OH. CARRIE! JUST HANG ALREADY, BITCH!"

The final cry was accompanied by a hard shove. Carrie hung on to the footboard with her toes for a few seconds, but she couldn't right herself and was pulled away from her foothold by the noose. She tried to reach out for it again, but she was spinning on the rope as she kicked and without being able to see the bed quickly lost track of which direction to reach for.

As Carrie dangled, she heard her tormentor's voice continue. "Oh yes! Kick, bitch, kick... Oh, Oh!... Harder. Kick harder!... Ooh, yeah. Ooh that's right. Fight the noose, bitch." Samantha cried out as she came. "Oh... Don't stop... Keep fucking me... OH YES!... Fuck me like I was that cunt's sexy dead body!"

Carrie couldn't help herself and hearing her enemy's jealous description of the corpse she may soon be brought her right to the edge. She knew a single touch would bring her to orgasm, but her bound hands couldn't reach her pleasure button. She fought her instinct to continue searching blindly for a foothold and turned her energy toward cumming one last time. She brought her thighs together, grinding them against each other in an effort to place pressure on the one tiny spot on her body that she still cared about.

As Carrie squirmed, she heard the couple near her reach fever pitch. Then she heard Samantha scream in ecstasy at the same time the man roared as he released his sperm into her. The two voices resounding in sexual passion finally tipped the scale and Carrie fell into waves of immense satisfaction that almost made her forget the rope wrapped painfully around her throat. She was more aware of the juice trickling down her thigh than the burning in her chest.

In fact, all of the bad feeling was lost in the sensational warmth that coursed through her body even as her every muscle relaxed and consciousness slipped away.

TO BE CONTINUED...

If you haven't read them yet, Part 1 is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/comments/1tvthl4/cassandra_carrie_part_1_of_7_like_mother_like/

Part 2 is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/comments/1u1zuu8/cassandra_carrie_part_2_of_7_carrie_takes_her/

Cassandra & Carrie
Part III: A Day in the Life of Carrie

by Slab (August 23rd, 2020)

Carrie was on her knees in front of the managing partner in his large office. He had a fistful of hair and moaned softly as he slid his manhood in and out of the warm, wet mouth. Carrie had done this enough times to hear the change in the pitch of his low noises and know that she would soon be swallowing a large shot of cum. She prepared herself and, within seconds, he shoved his massive cock as deep as possible and fired his load. Though his forceful ejaculation had quickly filled the woman's mouth with semen, Carrie had to open her mouth as wide as possible and wait patiently to catch her share.

Carrie eagerly ate every glob of goo as it dripped from her mother's severed esophagus. After a moment, her boss removed Cassie's head from his shaft and handed it to her daughter. He watched in amusement as Carrie stuck her tongue into the dead woman's open mouth to retrieve as much of his seed as possible.

"Don't forget the bottom," he told his slave was a trickle of sperm oozed out the preserved head's open throat.

"Yes, sir," Carrie responded obediently as she turned her mother's head upside down and slipped her tongue into the cummy hole.

"Good, girl," he smiled as he patted the top of her head patronizingly. "Now you can go clean my toy off for next time."

"Of course, sir," Carrie responded as she stood and straightened her skirt - it was early enough in the day that she still had her clothes on and for some reason she didn't understand, the managing partner never made her strip.

Of all the people in the office there were only two who never made use of Carrie's sexual services and he was one. She had thought that the only reason he hadn't taken advantage of her that first day was because he had already spent two loads in her mother. But since that day he still had never made use of her. She had caught him eyeing her multiple times, even before he had demoted her from lawyer to sex slave, but apart from watching her eat cum out of her dead mother's mouth, he behaved like a perfect gentleman towards her... and she wished he'd stop.

In her previous lifetime, when Carrie had been an up and coming lawyer, she had been attracted to him. He was middle aged and handsome, but what really drew her attention was the air of power he projected. Of course, now that she'd seen the size of his member, that certainly played a role in her desire. She understood his refrain when she'd been a real employee, but why was the man who had stripped her of her status not only as an attorney, but as independent woman, (soon even as a person) denying himself her body.

What baffled her even more was that he frequently called her to his office to assist him in making use of his favorite toy. Whenever she was summoned, Carrie knew to immediately open the bottom, and largest, drawer in his desk, and remove the special item kept there: her mother's severed head, Cassandra's mouth frozen forever in open anticipation of her master's cock. She would lube the protruding tongue with warming gel, then shove the pretty trophy onto her boss's engorged member. She would work his cock until he neared orgasm, then he would either order her to finish, as he had today, or she would have to jerk him off so his cum would cover Cassandra's face. Then he'd watch as Carrie ate the sperm from her mother's face. Either way, Carrie ended up with a meal of sperm without the pleasure that could come with earning it herself. When he was finished, he would leave it to Carrie to clean his trophy so it would be ready for next time.

Carrie failed to understand why he preferred to use her mother's dead head instead of her warm, soft flesh.

Carrie started towards the door.

"Oh, one more thing, Carrie," the managing partner said.

"Yes, sir," she replied with her hand on the door.

He crossed the room and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Happy birthday, Carrie."

"Thank you, sir," she replied with a warm smile. For a moment as she walked back to her own office, she was reminded of what her life had once been. But the moment quickly passed.

Every day Carrie would start with the same routine she'd always had: hair, makeup, suit. She would walk out her door looking the professional she had always dreamed of being, with the one obvious exception of the dog collar. As she went down the street, into the building that housed her firm, up the elevator to the office, she ignored the curious glaces her one mark of servitude drew.

When she reached the firm, she would walk to the office. It had become a morning ritual for every member of the firm to fondle, grope, squeeze, or smack some part of her body as she passed by. When she reached her office, she had nothing to do but wait. She would watch everyone in the office as they busied themselves with mountains of paperwork. Carrie's desk was bare. All of her former clients had long since been reassigned to people who were still lawyers living the life she'd worked so hard to earn and then had taken away.

It wouldn't be long before one of these people came to put her to work. She had been humiliated the first time a former equal had simply walked into her office, pulled out his dick, and pushed it in her mouth. However, Carrie had quickly come to realize that she now had no purpose here but to provide sexual pleasure. With nothing else to do, she came to welcome nearly every visitor, as it alleviated her boredom. Over the ensuing months, she eventually came to embrace her new role. She no longer studied cases, now she studied the preferences of everyone in the office. Her desk drawers were no longer filled with office supplies, but rather with toys, hand cuffs, leashes, chains and ropes, vibrators, gags, whips, and all manner of bondage objects.

Each day, Carrie would spend the first hour or two in mind numbing boredom waiting for someone, anyone, to decide they needed a release. When the first person came to her door, she would now instinctively reach for whatever she knew they would most likely want to use on her. As often as not, Carrie would end up bound to her chair or desk or the hooks that now studded her office wall for the express purpose of restraining her. She would feel the sting of a whip on her back or buttocks. Or the bite of tiny clamps on her nipples or clit. She would have a cock shoved in one of her holes or have feminine legs wrapped around her head. When they were finished with Carrie, she would be left sticky and naked, sometimes still bound, to await the next person.

Sometimes an important client would be invited to visit Carrie in her office. Many were nervous about the idea of fucking someone in their lawyer's office so it fell to Carrie to initiate the encounter. She had never had any problems making the first move, but where before it would mean flirting or subtle contact, it now usually meant stripping, dropping to her knees, and unzipping their pants.

There was one person she had come to count on servicing nearly everyday... Samantha. It wasn't enough for her to have taken Carrie's job - her future. She wanted to lord it over her fallen foe. While others enjoyed reminding Carrie of her subservience, no one relished humiliating her like Samantha. She would call Carrie into her office, order her to strip and lay down, then Samantha would sit on her face to be eaten out while fucking her with various office supplies. Or she would tie Carrie to a chair and masturbate her with a powerful vibrator until Carrie's clit could take it no more. When Carrie begged her to stop, she would shove a ball gag in her mouth and continue torturing her cunt while fingering her own until Carrie's suffering had given her a satisfying number of orgasms.

It was Samantha who had the idea of screwing hooks into the wall in Carrie's office so that she could be bound to her own wall. It had become her favorite game to gag and blindfold Carrie, then tie her spread eagle to the wall. She would then whip Carrie or zap her with a cattle prod and masturbate to her stifled cries. Samantha would finish by fucking her helpless victim with a huge strap-on which she had purchased shortly after Carrie had been made the office slut. Carrie suspected that she'd bought it not only because she enjoyed causing Carrie pain, but because Samantha had always wanted everyone in the office to know she was the one with the biggest dick.

But, as much as she hated giving Samantha pleasure, Carrie had come to enjoy licking her clit and having the massive dildo invade her. But not for the reasons anyone might expect.

The only other exception, besides the managing partner, to everyone at the firm enjoying access to Carrie's incredible body was her friend, Lauren. Despite Carrie's reassurances that she would gladly get on her knees for Lauren, her friend had resisted her advances. Carrie didn't know whether her refusal to give in was just because she was steadfastly heterosexual or whether Lauren still harbored respect for her despite the fact that she left the office every day with disheveled, torn, or even missing clothes, but wearing her coworkers' sexual secretions.

Carrie could understand a straight woman's rebuffs of a lesbian liaison, but it still frustrated her that her desire for Lauren would go unrequited.

Carrie was vexed by the fact that the two people at the firm who attracted her most were the the only two who denied themselves her body. Whenever another member of the firm, especially Samantha, bent her over a desk, Carrie fantasized it was the managing partner's massive penis inside her. And whenever she had her face buried in the crotch of one of her female coworkers, again especially Samantha, she imagined herself pleasuring Lauren's shaved sex.

Carrie may arrive at work everyday looking clean and professional, but she left disheveled and covered in sperm and vaginal fluid. As she rode the elevator to the lobby everyday, the other professionals who worked in the building always got a good laugh. It hadn't taken long for the whole building to learn of the slut lawyer. The lift was frequently crowded with people snickering at her. Carrie ignored the laughs, cat calls, and wandering hands.

Frequently, one of the partners would decide to take Carrie home for an evening's entertainment. When they did, Carrie usually found herself being led from the office on a leash. If Samantha took her home, then Carrie could count on not only being leashed, but led naked with her hands bound behind her back. On a few occasions, Samantha had blindfolded her as well, forcing Carrie to rely on the leash to follow her. Of course, Samantha took juvenile pleasure in occasionally running Carrie into wall or door. Carrie knew it wasn't just an immature prank, but a small reminder that Carrie was entirely at the mercy of a woman who reveled in her vulnerability. If Carrie went to Samantha's home blindfolded and bound, then she knew she'd remain that way all night. Samantha and her man would have total control of her. Carrie didn't mind being used by Samantha's partner, he wasn't a bad guy. Too good for the woman he was with, in Carrie's opinion. But having to obey Samantha's every word, not just because she was a slave, but being made dependent on her completely was almost too much.

Fortunately, Carrie didn't have to endure that indignity often. This was still a very busy law firm and it's employees were usually too involved in work to dedicate an entire evening to playing with her body. Most evenings, Carrie left her office a hot mess, braved the elevator of obnoxious and handsy professionals, and just acted like she was ignoring the awkward stares of strangers on the street as she made her way home to serve Hilary.

When Carrie reached her office, she found another of the firm's female attorneys, Amanda, seated in her chair, nude from the waist down, touching herself. "There you are, Carrie. It's about time. I've been waiting almost five minutes."

Carrie knew it would be useless to object. Amanda could clearly see that she was carrying her mother's sticky head by the hair. Everyone in the office knew what that meant. Having to wait was just a flimsy excuse to cause her some pain.

"I had come to simply be eaten out, but now I think you should be punished for making me wait," Amanda said with a smile that was mostly playful.

"Yes, miss. I must be taught a lesson," Carrie responded. She lay Cassandra's head on her desk and immediately began to strip as Amanda searched her desk drawers for a toy that struck her fancy. It didn't take her long to decide.

Once Carrie was naked, she was ordered to open her mouth wide. Amanda propped her mouth open with a ring gag. Carrie was ordered to stand with her back to the wall of her office that was studded with steel hooks, before being ordered to her knees and to reach behind her and grasp her ankles.

Amanda quickly knelt and cuffed wrist to ankle on each side and secured the cuffs to the wall. Finally she clipped a leash to the collar Carrie had been commanded to always wear. She pulled the leash up until it stretched Carrie's neck as far a possible without strangling her. Amanda took up a stance directly in front of Carrie and shoved the girl's face into her snatch.

While the leash was carefully positioned to allow Carrie to breathe almost fully, as Amanda pushed her forward a few inches to a place where her tongue could reach the wet slit between her legs, the collar became tighter. The auto-erotic effect of barely being able to breathe was compounded by the taste of Amanda's juices and the sounds of her pleasure. Carrie quickly grew so aroused she was certain the carpet beneath her must be getting damp. She longed to have something, anything, inside her, or to have anything she could rub against her clit, but she couldn't even rub her knees together. Carrie could do nothing to ease the agony of unfulfilled arousal as Amanda cried out in glorious release time after time.

When Amanda had finally gotten her fill, she released Carrie's head and allowed the girl to try and catch her breathe as much as possible with the leash still holding her. Amanda knelt by Carrie. "I know that turned you on. I know what a slut you really are." She lightly touched the inside of Carrie's thigh. "Look how wet you are. I'll bet you'd like a little help, wouldn't you?"

Carrie nodded. She felt Amanda's fingertips lightly trace a path up her leg and around her shaved mound, but not actually entering her sex.

"Well, Carrie, do you want me to press your little button?"

"Yeth... Yeth pleathe," Carrie drooled through the gag, desperate for an orgasm.

Amanda traced her finger around the rim of Carrie's slit, but was careful not to touch the sensitive flesh. Her teasing brought Carrie close to tears. She was so near a sweet orgasm, she knew the game Amanda was playing. She'd have to let the girl have her fun, then have her own when Amanda grew tired, released her, and left. Or...

Carrie was certain a single touch could make her cum. She mentally tracked the course of Amanda's fingertip around her pelvis. She waited... then thrust her hips forward quickly.

Amanda's fingers barely grazed her most sensitive spot. The touch sent a electric thrill through Carrie, but it wasn't enough. Amanda withdrew her hand. "Now, now Carrie. That was very wrong. It's not for you try and get an orgasm for yourself. It's for your masters to decide whether or not you've earned one. I was getting around to giving you what you want, but after that selfish display, I think not. In fact, I think I'll just leave you as you are, so you won't be able to pleasure yourself once I'm gone."

'Fuck!' Carrie thought. Amanda started to leave. "PLETHE!" she pleaded. "

Amanda stopped. "It seems that you should have learned your place by now. I think I'll let everyone know that you're in here with a waiting mouth, but that you have forfeited the chance to cum today."

Amanda was true to her word. Carrie spent the entire day bound to her wall. Nearly every one of her coworkers paid her a visit for her oral services, but no one would grant her satisfaction. Carrie thought she would lose her mind from the inability to quench the burning between her legs.

The brief parts of the day when she didn't have cock or cunt shoved in her face, Carrie was left to stare across her office at the birthday card the one person who still saw her as a person, Lauren, had left on her desk early that morning, her mother's severed head which she still had to clean, and the large calendar Samantha had posted on her wall which starkly reminded her that this would be her last birthday. Her final birthday and rather than receiving gifts she was being denied want she had come to view as one of life's essentials.

The date marked at the end of her calendar mocked Carrie also with the thought that she had only weeks left before she would meet her Dolcett fate.

TO BE CONTINUED...

If you have not read PART 1 yet, it is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/comments/1tvthl4/cassandra_carrie_part_1_of_7_like_mother_like/

Cassandra & Carrie
Part II: Carrie Takes Her Work Home

by Slab (August 14th, 2020)

Every aspect of Carrie's life changed the day her mother, Cassandra, had met her end. Even Carrie's own home would provide no escape from her new role in life.

Carrie shared her home with one of her best friends, Hilary. The two of them had been close since a very young age, and as they had matured so had their relationship. Together they had explored their sexuality. Though they were sometimes lovers, they were more friends with benefits than lesbian partners.

Throughout their lives, Carrie had always been the dominant personality. It was true as friends, it was true as roommates, and it was especially true as lovers. However, the day of Cassandra's sexecution, everything changed.

After the office party, Carrie had been looking forward to getting home. She was physically exhausted from the relentless use of her body by her coworkers and emotionally exhausted from her conflicting fear, loss, and arousal at the death of her mother. She desperately wanted a shower. She had no idea how she was going to begin relating the day's events to Hilary. Carrie hoped that when she got home Hilary would be in her room and she'd have the chance to get to the bathroom without being seen in her current semen glazed state.

When she got home, Carrie looked at herself in the car's vanity mirror. Her makeup had run and her blonde hair was plastered down. If Hilary saw her, there was no hiding what she'd been up to that day.

It was late when she turned her key in the lock. Still it wasn't unusual for her to work late, it came with being a lawyer. She quietly opened the door and peered in. No Hilary. Carrie closed the door and made a beeline for the bathroom. The door was closed. Damn, Hilary was in there.

Carrie headed to her room. She pushed open the half closed door and flipped the light switch. She stopped cold. Hilary was sitting on the edge of her bed. She was completely naked and had several of Carrie's sex toys lying on the bed beside her. She also had a small vibrator between her legs. "It's about time you got home, Carrie. I've been waiting so long I finally decided to start without you. But I still need your tongue."

Carrie was stunned, this was not like Hilary. Of course it would be today she was too horny to stand to wait. "I really need a shower first. It's been a long day."

Hilary grabbed up a riding crop and slapped it hard on the night stand. "Get over here and tongue me, bitch! If you aren't on your knees in ten seconds the next slap goes across your ass!"

Carrie was taken aback. This was very unlike Hilary. And why had she said nothing about Carrie's appearance. It wasn't possible that she hadn't noticed, so she was ignoring it for some reason. Carrie didn't realize how long she'd been frozen in shock until Hilary moved to stand.

'She's really going to do it,' Carrie suddenly realized when she saw the look in her friend's eyes. Carrie quickly dropped to her knees. She pushed the other girls knees apart and buried her face in Hilary's groin.

Hilary wrapped her legs around Carrie's head to hold her firmly in place. She moaned loudly as the beautiful blonde between her thighs flicked her tongue rapidly over her clit. She'd obviously already cum once while waiting for Carrie and it didn't take long for her to climax again. And again. And again. She held Carrie fast for as long as she could stand the feel of her tongue on her clit. Her screams intensified with each fresh orgasm.

The pressure on Carrie's head increased the more her friend fought the overwhelming electric sensation of Carrie's tongue on her clit. Carrie could hardly breathe and she feared she'd be suffocated in Hilary's snatch. Carrie couldn't help herself, and she was fingering herself to her umpteenth orgasm of the day. Hilary let out a piercing scream as she reached yet another peak of ecstasy, but she could stand no more and released Carrie, kicking her away.

Carrie fell backwards, barely catching herself. Both women panted heavily as they tried to regain their breath and strength from the effort of cumming. "What was that?" Carrie asked.

Hilary smiled, but it was not the warm smile she was used to seeing from her friend. "Your mother called me this morning and told me what her plan was. She knew full well that you've always dominated our relationship and that you'd try even harder to control me when you lost all control at work." Hilary stood, picked up the riding crop, and stepped toward Carrie. "She made me promise I would keep you in your place." Hilary caressed Carrie's face with the tip of the riding crop causing her to flinch. "Oh how I wish I could have been there to watch her dance of death at the end of the rope."

As she looked up at her friend, Carrie realized that the last measure of control over her own life had been taken away...her mother had seen to that. "Actually, she didn't strangle to death. They thought she was dead when they cut her down, but she'd actually just passed out. She was still alive when they cut her head off to roast her," Carrie said, feeling for a moment that maybe her mother had gotten what she deserved.

"Oh, yes," Hilary said as she started to message her tits. "Two shows for the price of one. Did her body jerk all over when her head was taken off?"

"No." When Carrie saw the look on Hilary's face, she knew a one word answer would not suffice. She'd never had any idea her Hilary had harbored such dark desires. She not only wanted to enslave and dominate Carrie, but had fantasies of Cassandra's execution as well. "Mom was still unconscious when the managing partner started to slice through her neck with a giant knife. But the first cut brought her around."

Hilary giggled, "Yeah, I'm sure she felt that. She probably came so hard as he sliced her head off. Cassie was such a snuff slut."

Did everyone know this about her mom but her? "I think she did. At least her face looked like it. She had to have at least gotten close, because she came afterwards."

Hilary laughed. "She came after she was beheaded? How the hell did she manage that?"

Carrie blushed as she answered, and Hilary knew it took a LOT to embarrass this girl. "That bitch, Samantha, forced me to eat the boss's jizz out of mom's pussy. Her head was already off, but she somehow came in my mouth anyway."

Hilary practically fell off the bed laughing at her. "Well, at least you got the chance to pay your final respects, right?" It took a minute or two for her to stop laughing and sit up straight again. When she did, Hilary picked something up off of the bed and held it out to Carrie. "Put this on." Carrie took the object and realized instantly that it was a vinyl dog collar. She looked up at Hilary about to say something, but she wasn't given the chance as Hilary barked, suddenly very serious, "Put it on! And don't ever take it off." Carrie obeyed. "Now strip."

Carrie stood up. She had no idea how many times she's been naked in front of this girl, but now she was embarrassed at being forced to reveal her body on command. She dropped her coat on a nearby chair, followed by her shirt, bra, and skirt. Lastly she slipped out of her panties. As she dropped them with the rest of her garments, she suddenly cried out in pain as the riding crop left a red mark across her ass. "But, Hilary-" she began to protest, but was silenced by another sharp blow from the crop against her butt cheeks.

"The first was for not licking my clit when I told you to. The second was for calling me Hilary. From now on you will address me as 'mistress' or 'my lady'. Do you understand?" Carrie only nodded as her eyes welled up. Hilary then stepped up and kissed he tenderly. "Don't take it too hard, my love. After a lifetime of you making me feel whipped, you are finally in your rightful place. Don't you agree?" Hilary asked as she took a step back again.

Carrie knew she must accept her new role. "Yes...... mistress," she replied quietly as she looked at the floor. She winched as Hilary extended the riding crop toward her again, but this time she placed it gently under Carrie's chin to coax her head up.

"But Carrie, if you ever call me by name again, you'll find out what this feels like across your face."

"Yes, mistress," Carrie responded quickly. She believed the threat and feared it.

"Now go shower. You're filthy."

"Thank you," Carrie said as she crossed to her dresser. The riding crop found her ass, yet again.

"Oh Carrie, did I not mention? You will no long enjoy the privilege of wearing clothes around the house. You may wear them to work, but when you are with me, you will wear only your collar, unless I tell you otherwise. Understood?"

"Of course, my lady," Carrie said resignedly. She slowly left the room, expecting the sting of the crop again at any moment. She went to the bathroom, turned the water on as hot as she could stand, and stepped in. As the steaming water cascaded over her aching body, Carrie felt like a real person again for the first time since stepping into the conference room that morning. As she washed herself, she couldn't help but wonder if she still was a real person, or was she now just an object to every person she knew. She also couldn't help but wonder why the thought of being treated as a mere object turned her on so much.

When she'd gotten up this morning, she'd been a lawyer with a bright career in her future. Now she was just a sex toy and her limited future held only servitude, pain, and the knowledge that she would not see the next year.

As she got out of the shower and toweled off, she looked in the mirror. The water had darkened her blonde hair and made her look even more like her mother. The mother who had orchestrated everything that had happened to her today. The mother who had devised her humiliation at work. The mother who had devised her humiliation at home. The mother who had devised her eventual death and consumption as food. The mother who had brought about her own death... which had aroused them both.

As Carrie opened the door and left the bathroom, she was startled by Hilary standing there waiting for her. A split second before she realized what was happening the riding crop stung her again, this time it was three strikes in rapid succession.

Carrie looked up at her friend with tears in her eyes. She didn't dare ask why, but she knew the question was clear.

"That," said Hilary with a cold smile, as Carrie wiped the tears from her cheeks, "was for not not bringing me leftovers."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Cassandra & Carrie
Part I: Like Mother, Like Daughter

by Slab (August 3rd, 2020)

(Here is the first chapter of my last 'Carrie' story. There are seven chapters total, my longest story ever. Since my model for these stories had some EXTREME fantasies, this story is a bit crueler than my usual works. I hope it is still enjoyed.)

It wasn't fair. It wasn't her fault. She had worked so hard. She had gone through hundreds of pages: memos, emails, letters, drafts...so many pages. It had taken weeks, and most of them had been redundant, in a futile search for the one page, one clause, one signature that would make this winnable. It had been a difficult case from the start. No one was sure which way it would go, or even which way it SHOULD go. It was one of those times Carrie genuinely didn't know whether she was on the right side or not... still she'd done her absolute best. But the case had been lost, costing the client a great deal of money... and now threatened to cost the firm one of its largest clients.

Carrie sat in her office, trying not to stare at the clock. But had nothing else to do. The senior partners were deciding her future with the firm...if she had one. At eleven o'clock, she was to meet with them to learn her fate. Carrie was locked in a fierce competition with another female attorney. They had recently fought for a promotion to the next level at the firm. After months of each trying to beat the other for the position, both had been promoted. Somehow, rather than cool down the rivalry, it had cemented the animosity between them with it no longer being enough that one would win, they had to ensure the other would lose. A tie was unacceptable to them. And now Carrie had a sinking feeling that after all her hard work they would take her new position and give the edge to that bitch, Samantha.

Carrie tried not to watch the clock, but she had little else to do. Any important work she'd had was reassigned to other attorneys. She'd been left a little busy work, but had quickly finished it as she tried to distract herself.

She left her office fifteen minutes before she was to meet with the partners. It would make no difference how early she arrived, but she still felt she should be waiting outside the conference room when they decided they were ready for her.

Carrie tried to appear confident as she walked through the office. She was aware that most of her coworkers were deliberately avoiding looking at her. Then she passed Samantha's office. The door stood open and behind the desk sat Samantha, watching out into the hallway, obviously waiting to see her walk past. As Carrie met her gaze, the sexy auburn haired attorney behind the desk gave her a chilling smile and a little wave. Carrie was determined not to lose to this woman. "Oh, no, Samantha, you have not see the last of me," Carrie whispered to herself as she reached the conference room.

She was too nervous to sit, Carrie stood, pretending to study a print of a generic painting that probably hung in a thousand offices and waiting rooms. The minutes seemed to drag on interminably.

Finally, the door opened several minutes before eleven. The senior partner who stepped out didn't seem to be surprised that Carrie was waiting even though her office was only a few dozen steps away. Without a word he motioned her in. Carrie swallowed hard and braced herself for whatever the next few minutes held for her.

She hadn't braced herself enough.

Carrie entered the room to find the majority of the senior partners seated around three sides of the long table. On the fourth side sat Carrie's mother, Cassandra, alone but for the empty chair which obviously waited for Carrie. Cassandra was a senior partner in the firm and, while her connection was obviously the reason she worked at this particular firm, Carrie worked damn hard to make sure no one questioned if it was the only reason she had a job here.

Carrie took the seat beside her mother opposite the firm's managing partner. Carrie and her mother were very much alike. It was easy to see where she had gotten her stunning good looks. Both women were tall, nearly six feet, beautiful faces, and figures that were best described as voluptuous with curves in all the right places, though Carrie's hair was blonde and Cassie's was a wavy brunette. But their similarities didn't stop with the physical resemblance that had them sometimes genuinely confused for sisters. Both were driven and strong willed, even stubborn. Sometimes Carrie felt her mother was actively trying to turn her into another version of herself, but, at the moment, she was grateful to have this forceful woman beside her.

"Ms. Walker," the managing partner began. This was not good. He and her mother were longtime friends and he'd known Carrie forever. Even as her boss, he only called her that on the most formal of occasions. "With your new position you were assigned a key role in a major case that should have been well within your abilities to handle. It seems clear now you have overreached yourself."

Carrie tried to object, but her mother's hand on her arm signaled her to wait.

"Because of you, one of our firm's largest clients is threatening to go elsewhere. He gave us an ultimatum, fire you or he takes his business to another firm."

Carrie's heart was in her throat. Was he really going to fire her? How would she get another job if word got around that she had been fired from the firm where her own mother was a partner?

The managing partner continued, "Your mother has argued furiously on your behalf. And I have no desire to let you go myself."

Carrie wanted to let out a sign of relief, but she knew there was more to come.

"We believe we have reached a decision that will satisfy the client without appearing to let you off the hook. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to rectify the situation?"

"Of course," Carrie said without hesitation. They were offering her an out and she was not going to let it get away. "I'll do absolutely anything to fix this if I can stay."

"Excellent," the senior partner smiled. He drew a sheet of paper out of a folder lying on the table before him and slid it over to Carrie along with a pen. "Please sign this disciplinary form."

Carrie looked at the paper. She had never seen this form before. She read the page, after all no lawyer ever signs anything without reading it. After the title, Acknowledgment and Consent to Discretionary Discipline, there were several paragraphs which long windedly stated that Carrie agreed to be subject to any action the partners deemed fitting and that she'd accept it without argument or appeal. 'They'll pretty much own me,' Carrie thought. 'They are going to take away my promotion and make me work my way up from the bottom again.' Carrie didn't want to start over, but she would have to at another firm anyway. At least here she had a chance of getting back on track after paying her penance. "What's this Appendix A it mentions?" She asked as she reached the end of the page."

"It's on the back," the head of the firm total her.

She flipped over the page and found a second short form titled: Consent to Promote Firm/Client Relationships. More jargon told Carrie that she was being placed in a position whose main purpose would be fostering working relationships both inside and outside the firm. "What's this?"

"As part of making up for your failure on this case, we have decided to create a new position for you that will make presenting the firm in a positive light to current and prospective clients one of your main responsibilities."

"I'm going to be in PR."

Her boss smiled enigmatically. "In a manner of speaking."

"It's not as big a deal as you're making it out to be," Carrie's mother chimed it. "You'll be taking over a lot of the responsibilities I handle now."

'Oh, I get it,' Carrie thought. 'They are trying to appear tough to appease the client. 'See, we demoted her and have one of our partners personally overseeing her with particular attention to pleasing our clients.'' What choice did she have?

She signed the page - Carina Walker.

"Excellent!" the managing partner said, smiling broadly. The other partners broke into smiles and clapped.

Cassandra gave her daughter a smile and a kiss on the forehead. "Good girl, Carrie."

The mood had suddenly shifted from somber to excited and Carrie had the feeling she'd somehow missed the joke. "What's going on, mom?"

"You'd better explain Carrie's new role in the firm to her, Cassie," the managing partner said as he stood and circled the table to stand beside her.

"Carrie, you will be replacing me as the relations officer at the firm."

"But what is that? I've never heard you say a thing about it."

Cassandra smiled at her daughter, then reached over and unzipped the managing partner's fly. Carrie watched in shock as her mother pulled out his cock and took it in her mouth.

"What the hell, mom?"

Cassandra stroked the shaft as she smiled and told her daughter, "It's part of 'promoting relations within the firm.'"

One of the partners stepped up beside Carrie. "I'm supposed to whore myself out, just to keep my job?" she asked incredulously.

"No, sweetie. It is your job now," her mother said before resuming her blowjob.

Carrie thought about the wording of the paper she'd just signed. 'Oh, shit,' she thought, 'they really do OWN me now!' She was reluctant to perform sexual favors for someone she had never seen as anyone but a coworker, but the more she thought about what she had just signed, the more she realized every word had been carefully chosen to ensnare her.

Carrie tentatively unzipped the man's fly and pulled out his throbbing manhood. She nervously licked it before taking it in her mouth. After a moment, the man seized the back of her head and shoved his cock down her throat. She gagged as she was forced to deep throat the large erection. When he relaxed his grip for a moment, she pulled off of him and coughed.

Carrie felt her mother's hand on her again. She looked up to she the familiar face smile at her with cum dripping down her chin. "Don't fight it, Carrie," her mother told her, caressing her hair. "You've always been a slut. It's just that now you are going to be treated like one." Cassandra took handful of her hair and pushed her head back onto the man's cock.

Carrie was more prepared this time as the partner took control of her again. She surrendered herself to him. She thought about her mother's words as she was being face fucked, after all a blowjob requires little thought, especially when the man has taken charge.

Carrie knew her mother was right. She was a slut. But what she did in her private life was totally different from how she acted at work. But now she was expected to get out of trouble at work by blowing the partners? How did that happen? And was this really something her mom did regularly? Obviously her mom had worked late often, but that just came with a high pressure job. Or was her job just making sure her peers came?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a flood of semen in her mouth. She swallowed and looked up to see her immediate supervisor sitting on the table beside her, bottomless, waiting for Carrie to eat her out. Carrie obliged the woman.

A half an hour later, each of the partners had gotten to make use of one of the Walker women. The two of them still sat side by side, but now their faces were both smeared with cum. Cassandra was handed a damp cloth to wipe their faces. She took hold of Carrie's chin and brought the cloth close, but caught Carrie completely off guard when at the last second, she changed her mind and licked the globs of cum off her. Only after eating what jizz she could get did she wipe their faces with the cloth.

"I'm glad that's over," Carrie said softly.

"Oh, Carrie, sweetie, that's just the beginning. The client will be here shortly."

"I have to suck him off, too?"

Cassandra shook her head. "It's going to take much more than that to satisfy him."

"You don't mean...?" Carrie said incredulously.

"For starters," Cassandra told her daughter. "But don't feel bad. I have to do much more than just fuck a corporate CEO."

"Mom, what's -"

Before Carrie could ask for an explanation, there was a knock on the door. The managing partner beckoned the person in. The door opened and in walked Samantha carrying a briefcase. Behind her was the client whom Carrie had disappointed in court and whose business was far too profitable to lose. The managing partner greeted the CEO.

"This offer had better be good," the CEO warned her boss. "I already have interviews with three other firms lined up."

"I think you will be more than satisfied," the managing partner assured him. "For starters, your account is going to be handled but one of our senior partners with the close assistance of our newest junior partner," he said indicating Samantha. "The goal is that she will be fully versed in your business needs by the time she makes senior partner."

So it was true, Samantha, the person she'd competed with so fiercely to earn her promotion, was being given her job anyway.

"And what about the bitch that fucked me over?" the CEO said, pointing to Carrie. "Why is she still here?"

"I'm so glad you phrased it like that," the head of the firm smiled. "She's here to get fucked by you. Carrie stand up and strip."

Carrie stood slowly. She wasn't at all sure this was worth it, but she knew she had signed away her right to protest. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on her chair, her bra soon followed. One by one she removed each article of clothing and piled it in the chair.

As she stood naked before the client, Carrie could see the hungry look in his eye and the bulge in his pants. But he wasn't about to let her off so 'easily'. "You have my attention, but she can't just screw her way out of this. As long as she is practicing law here, I wouldn't be a client."

"She won't be practicing law here."

'WHAT!?!' Carrie wanted to scream. 'I sign myself over to you so I don't have to start over at another firm and you aren't even going to let me practice?'

"We are making her our new 'relations consultant'. At least that's the official title she signed on to. Which means that she is now the office sex slave. And she will be available for your use whenever you visit our offices," the managing partner informed him.

The look of shock must have been evident on Carrie's face. The CEO sneared at her, "That's more like it. But..."

Carrie couldn't believe he was holding out for more. How much were they willing to humiliate her for this guy's ego?

"There is more," Cassandra spoke up.

'What? Mom, how much more can there be?' Carrie thought.

Cassandra opened the briefcase that Samantha had brought and withdrew a coil of rope and a large knife. She pulled out a chair and called her daughter over.

Carrie nervously approached and her mother instructed her to lean over the chair back. She obeyed and Cassandra cut a couple of lengths of rope to bind her ankles to the chair legs. She then bound her wrists to the chair's front legs.

"There, now both ends should be at the right height for you to use while you watch," Cassandra told the CEO.

"Watch what?"

Cassandra didn't answer. She just began to strip herself. As her body was revealed, one had to wonder at how remarkably she'd maintained her figure for a woman in her forties.

Carrie was embarrassed to see her mother naked, but she couldn't look away. She watched curiously as her mom pulled a chair away from the table to the corner of the room. She then climbed on top and reached to the ceiling. There was a heavy hook screwed into the ceiling that Carrie had never noticed. 'I don't remember a plant ever hanging there,' Carrie thought.

Cassandra tied one end of the remaining rope to the hook. She then fashioned a noose in the other end.

"Mom! What are you doing?"

"I'm going to hang so that your client knows we take what happened seriously. That's why you are taking over my duties as relations consultant." Cassandra slipped the noose over her head. "If you'd like, sir, we could make a little game of it. Fuck my daughter while I hang. If you're finished before I am, cut me down. If I finish first... well I guess you are invited to the barbecue."

Carrie couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Cassandra put a foot on the arm of the chair. "Well, sir? Do we have a deal?"

"You have a deal!"

Cassandra kicked the chair away and began to swing at the end of the rope.

"Mom!" Carrie cried out. She'd barely gotten the word out before she felt a hard cock penetrate her. She gasped. She'd been so focused on her mother's actions she'd nearly forgotten that she was going to be fucked. She couldn't believe her mom was willing to die just so the firm could keep a client. Well her mother wasn't dead yet. She could still save her if she got the man inside her to cum.

Carrie ground her hips. She pushed onto him as hard as he pushed into her. Her mother was right, Carrie was a slut, but that meant she had plenty of practice pleasing a cock. Carrie was confident she could make him cum in time. As she fucked the man, she watched her mother dancing. Her mother shocked her again by suddenly starting to rub her clit. Her mom was actually enjoying this! She was strangling at the end of a rope and it was turning her on!

Carrie suddenly realized how much it was arousing her as well. She tightened her pussy around the dick. It felt good. It felt so good. Watching her mother finger her clit as she struggled brought Carrie to a powerful climax.

As Carrie watched, her mother shuddered in the grip of her own orgasm. But she could see her mom's kicking beginning to slow. Carrie felt the cock slide out of her wet pussy, but she was sure the man had yet to blow his load.

Seconds later, the dick was in her face. "I'm close to cumming, but it looks like your mother is close to going. So I'll leave it in your hands, or rather mouth, who finishes first."

Carrie eagerly attacked the cock. She didn't mind the taste of her own juices. In fact, she found it even more exhilarating. She continued to watch her mother out of the corner of her eye as she rapidly bobbed up and down on the shaft. Her mom's movements were fading from kicks and jerks to mere twitches and Carrie knew she was running out of time.

It seemed to take forever to make a man cum with just her mouth. She wished she could use her hands on him. She wished she could use her hands on herself. She was so aroused, the itch in her clit was driving her mad.

Finally, Carrie felt the cock begin to pulse as it prepared to eject its load. A massive cumshot filled her mouth. She swallowed the salty goo and looked up at her mother.

The mature beauty hung limply. Carrie was too late. She felt guilty, until she noticed that her mother's inner thighs shimmered with the moisture from her cunt. Carrie was amazed. Her mother must have cum over and over again as she strangled in the noose.

"Well, looks like we are having a barbecue after all," the managing partner said as he crossed to Cassandra. He wrapped an arm around her, then reached up and cut the rope. Her body flopped over his shoulder. He laid her on the table and pulled the noose off her neck. "I've already make arrangements and a chef is waiting to get her spitted and roasting. Why don't you all enjoy Carrie's body while we wait for our meal to cook?"

No sooner had the invitation been issued than a stiff dick was pushed into her. Carrie was grateful to whoever was in her as her wet pussy welcomed the stimulation.

The managing partner rolled Cassandra onto her stomach. He slide is erection into her, taking advantage of her soaking wet slit. He then grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled her head back then brought the knife to her exposed throat.

Carrie watched as he drew the sharp steel hard against her mother's throat. The first pass cut most of the way through Cassandra's neck. Suddenly her eyes popped open.

"Oh shit, she's still alive!" Carrie cried out.

"Oh Cassie," the managing partner said to his long time friend, "you came around a bit late, didn't you?" He drew the knife through her neck again, finding the soft tissue between vertebrae and separating her head.

Carrie watched in horror and fascination as her mother was beheaded. To Carrie's astonishment, from the look on her mother's face, it looked like she was climaxing again even as her head was being cut off... Or was it BECAUSE her head was being cut off? Was her mom really that much of a snuff slut?

To Carrie's surprise, she was beginning to realize that she might be a snuff slut herself. As she looked into her mother's eyes, her severed head resting on the table in front of her and a hard cock being rammed into her from behind, Carrie couldn't deny the ecstasy she felt. She let out a cry as she orgasmed again.

Suddenly Samantha was in front of her. The sexy bitch sat on the edge of the table and grabbed a hold of Carrie's hair. She roughly pulled her head forward and buried the girl's face in her cunt. "Eat it, bitch," she said as she wrapped her legs around the young blonde's head to hold it in place.

Carrie obeyed. She aggressively munched the woman's shaven muff. She tried to take out her frustration at being humiliated by this woman knowing that she felt only pleasure. It wasn't long before Samantha screamed in ecstasy. She released Carrie's head.

As Carrie tried to catch her breath, she saw the managing partner release his semen into Cassandra's snatch. Just as two men entered the room with a long steel pole.

They moved to Cassandra's body, but Samantha stopped them. "Hold on, we don't want to sent that sow off to roast without cleaning off her steak, do we, Carrie?" Samantha pushed the chair to which Carrie was bound in front of the body on the table. "Eat the cum so we can eat the cunt," she snarled as she shoved Carrie's face into her own mother's pussy.

Carrie wanted to fight, but she knew it was useless. Everyone laughed as Carrie lapped up the jizz. 'It's okay, Carrie. It's just a steak now,' she told herself. 'It isn't mom, it's just a steak.' She almost had herself convinced until Cassandra's clit reacted reflexively to the stimulation and squirted juice in her mouth. 'Oh fuck! I just made my own mother's headless body cum!'

When Samantha was satisfied with Carrie's degradation, the caterers lined up the pole with Cassandra's ass and slid it through her until it popped out of her neck stump. Then they wheeled in the base unit for an electric spit. 'They are going to roast mom right here in the office while I get gang fucked!' Carrie realized.

Word spread through the office that Carrie was tied up in the conference room and soon everyone was waiting a turn to make use of her holes to kill time while their former coworker's body roasted on a spit. For the next couple of hours, Carrie stayed bound to the chair while the women of the office made use of her tongue and the men took turns filling all her holes. The whole time Carrie was reminded of her mother's fate as the air filled with the aroma of cooking meat.

By the time Cassandra was ready to be served, Carrie was a sloppy mess. Her face was smeared in pussy juice and cum oozed from her rear holes and plastered down her hair. She rubbed her wrists as she was finally released from her bondage by the managing partner.

"Is this my life now?" she asked as she stood among her coworkers naked and dripping their sexual fluids.

"Well, not every day will be so much of a free for all, but yes. You are now the property of the firm and are to be available for use by all it's employees, from the senior partners to the interns. You are a slave now and have no purpose other than providing pleasure to the people of this office."

Carrie hung her head.

"Don't take it so hard, Carrie. It's a compliment when you think about it. You are so damn sexy that every member of this firm can hardly wait to get off to you."

"You mean ON me."

At that moment, Lauren, Carrie's best friend at the firm approached. She handed Carrie a glass of wine.

"Thank you," she said as she took a long gulp of the welcome liquid. "I noticed that you didn't come to the conference room," Carrie observed.

"It was just too weird. I mean, I'm not into women, and on top of that you're one of my best friends." Lauren took a drink from her own glass. "This whole day is just surreal. They snuff your mom and they tie you up and use you as a sex slave. Now everybody is eating her for dinner and you are left looking like that. It's just too much."

"It would have been alright," Carrie assured the person she wished she could have pleasured. She wanted to hug her friend, partly for reassurance, but also because she enjoyed the close physical contact with this lovely girl. However Carrie stopped herself, she didn't think Lauren would appreciate being smeared with jizz. Of course, Carrie couldn't help but think how hot she'd be covered in cum. "Don't worry about me, I've always been a slut," she said with a smile. "I'll survive and mom... well... I guess she was totally into not surviving."

Carrie realized as the alcohol started to take effect that she'd had nothing to eat all day. Her meeting had been before lunch and she'd been too nervous to eat breakfast. She thought about what everyone was actually eating. "Have you tried the meat?" she asked Lauren.

"Of course not," the young woman replied aghast. "Don't tell me you're seriously thinking about eating your own mother's roast."

"Well, I'm starving. I haven't eaten anything but cum all day."

The managing partner, who hadn't gone far, overheard her. "You really should try some," he said holding out his fork with a piece of meat on it.

Carrie hesitated. Was she really going to do this? She swallowed the rest of her glass of wine and let the warm feeling comfort her. She took the offered morsel. It was warm, juicy, and perfectly tender.

"Delicious, isn't it?"

Carrie nodded.

"I have to admit I've always been partial to the taste of your mother's cunt," he said with a broad smile.

"Carrie!" came Lauren's shocked admonition.

"You really should try some, Lauren. It's delicious."

"I'm sure you'll be just as tasty."

Carrie was a bit drunk and it took her a second to process what he'd said. "Wait, what?"

"Being a sex slave is not a permanent gig, Carrie. Sooner or later it ends up with a girl getting her ass roasted. The partners have decided to make you the guest of honor at the next New Year's party," Carrie's boss told her.

Lauren gasped.

Carrie thought for a moment. She looked to the banquet table where her mother's roast was laid out and her head was on display. "It's okay, Lauren. I see now why my mom pushed so hard to make me like her. She knew this day would come and she wanted me to accept it." Carrie's hand went to her well worked pussy. "I have to confess that watching her get snuffed was pretty hot." Carrie looked at her friend and smiled as she sucked the juice off her fingers. "I guess I am my mother's daughter. Now, I think I'll go get myself a slice or two of her meat." She looked at Lauren. "After all, she got me into this."

Carrie went over to the banquet table. As she sliced off a thick piece of her mother's rump roast, she hoped her own meat would be as succulent. 'Careful, Carrie,' she silently warned herself. 'You are what you eat.'

TO BE CONTINUED...

JUST A GIRL BEING PROCESSED

by Slab (March 21st, 2020)

Women are meat.

At one point in history that idea would have been appalling, but now it is just a fact of life.

Number 140298-0778B stepped off the bus in front of the processing plant. She had a name, but she knew no one would ever call her by it again. She was now only the number printed on the red card she had been issued when she'd past her initial inspection on her eighteenth birthday.

The building in front of her was massive and imposing. The morning sun was behind it and she literally stood in its shadow. It looked like any other industrial building, a concrete block box painted a neutral color. There was a more decorative facade near the main entrance with brick and nearly all the windows in the building were in the lobby or the cluster of what were probably offices directly above it. Only an enormous lighted sign told outsiders that this building was a Hill's Fine Meats Processing Center.

Number 140298-0778B wasn't the only woman to have gotten off the bus here and the bubbly blonde with her termination notice in her hand started eagerly towards the front door. 0778B stopped her with a hand on her arm and pointed to a sign on the shell of the bus stop. Only costumers and volunteers were to use the main entrance. Women who had received notice were directed to enter near the loading dock at the rear of the building.

The women followed the walkway around the building. The blonde led the way with 0778B and another girl in tow. The third girl was a sulking goth with half shaved hair and the other half dyed blood red. The blonde chattered excitedly, but was mostly ignored by the others who had gotten their fill before they'd even gotten off the bus.

"I hope she gets chopped first so I can spend my final moments in peace," 0778B said quietly.

The goth smiled slightly.

At the back of the building, there were a couple of trucks in the docks and 0778B wondered absently whether they were dropping off bodies from pick ups or loading processed meat for delivery.

There was a steel door about twenty feet from the first dock that had a sign mounted on it. The sign read simply 'Termination Entrance'. The blonde was already though the door before the others reached it. 0778B opened the door and held it for the goth, then followed her in.

Inside was a short hallway with a blank door at the far end. Halfway down the corridor there was a cutout in one wall with a counter and an attractive young woman seated behind it.

The door clicked shut behind them and 0778B realized that there was no knob on the inside of the door. From here on, it was a one way ticket to the back of one of the trucks parked outside.

The receptionist quickly had the others checked in.

0778B stepped forward and handed over her termination notice and her red plastic Female Registration card. She surveyed the young woman as she completed the paperwork. Her dark hair was cut short and she wore hipster glasses and a short sleeve button down shirt with the company's logo on the breast. 0778B noticed that the shirt lacked the top three buttons so it stayed open down to her ample cleavage. No doubt a benefit for her male coworkers rather than those she was employed to 'greet'.

"No deposit has been made. Is that correct?" 0778B just nodded. The receptionist handed 0778B her red card back and gave her the same short speech she'd delivered to the previous women. "Your paperwork is complete. Please proceed through the door and follow the instructions posted on the wall in the next room. Thank you for the contribution you are making to society and for choosing Hill's Meats for your processing destination."

0778B thanked the girl, though she wasn't sure why, then went to the next door and pushed it open. In the next room, there were a couple rows of industrial resin benches bolted to the floor. On the far wall were two large bins on wheels, a slot in the wall with a dispenser full of zip top bags beside it, and another door with a sign. The sign instructed women to remove all clothing, jewelry and accessories and deposit them in the appropriate receptacle before proceeding. Women were to keep only their registration card.

The other two women were already stripping off there clothes. The blonde was just removing her bra, so she wore only panties, and 0778B could tell she put a lot of work into making sure her body was Grade A. The goth was topless and barefoot and was working to remove a piercing from her navel. Her body would probably have been Grade A as well if it weren't for the tattoos which covered her torso.

0778B sat on one of the benches and began removing her shoes. She piled her clothes on the bench beside her as she disrobed. She noticed the blonde, now totally nude, standing beside the next door watching the others undress and fingering her shaved pussy. 0778B became a bit self conscious and instinctively put her arms over her breasts.

"Don't you think that's kind of pointless?" the blonde giggled.

0778B hated that the blonde was right, but she hated herself even more for momentarily forgetting her determination to accept the inevitable. She dropped her arms, then stood and peeled off her jeans.

The blonde let out a little squeak as she came. 0778B tried not to show any reaction to the idea that her stripping for execution had brought the girl to orgasm. But the blonde didn't make it easy. "I'm so glad I get to experience this with a couple of hotties. Watching you say goodbye to clothes forever is so hot. I could cum over and over again just thinking about the three of us becoming meat."

0778B stood and deposited her clothes in one bin and her shoes in the other. She had worn no jewelry and didn't wear glasses, so she had nothing to bag and put through the slot. The other girls seemed to be waiting for her. Though they had never met before, they had become a defacto group and, though she hadn't given it any thought before, she realized she was glad of the company. The process was nerve wracking enough with them, experiencing it alone would be terrifying.

The blonde led the small group through the next one way door. Inside, was the grading station. Every woman received an preliminary grade following her initial inspection on her eighteenth birthday, but she was reevaluated for a final grade at the time of processing to account for both natural and artificial body modifications.

The room was long and narrow intended to accommodate a fairly long line, though it was empty now. At the far end a young black woman in jeans and the company shirt sat on a stool beside a large tablet mounted to the wall on a swing arm. There were two small containers beside her and what 0778B immediately recognized as a bar code scanning gun.

On the wall opposite the seated worker was a chart outlining the characteristics of the various meat quality grades and their intended uses.

Grade A
-Breast Size B-C
-Lean meat, no modifications to affect quality, sexually attractive.
-Uses: Suitable for sale as livestock or whole roaster.

Grade B
-Breast Size D-Up
-Slightly higher fat content, modifications to affect only a small section, breasts and cunts must be unmarked.
-Uses: Suitable for processing into individual cuts of meat.

Grade C
-Breast Size A or Irregular
-Higher or lower fat content beyond above grades, modifications affecting large sections, aged beyond prime.
-Suitable for processing as ground meats.

Grade D
-Unsuitable for human consumption.
-Uses: Suitable for processing as pet food.

Grade E
-Contaminated Livestock
-REMOVE ALL LIVESTOCK AND FEMALE WORKERS IN CONTACT WITH CONTAMINATED SPECIMEN FOR IMMEDIATE TERMINATION AND DISPOSAL. CLOSE AFFECTED AREA FOR DISINFECTING.

The blonde went to the waiting inspector who asked for her registration card. She handed over her red card.

The inspector scanned the code on the card to bring up her information on the screen, then began examining the blonde's nude body. The blonde didn't try to hide her arousal at having the female inspector's hands running over her. "Congratulations 1013A, you are still Grade A. Thank you for maintaining your meat in premium quality," the inspector told her. The blonde beamed with pride. "We have no current orders for live roasters, so you will be processed and sold as a whole roast." The inspector reached into one of the containers beside her and produced a couple of small plastic tags with a large 'A' on one side and a bar code on the other, as well as a piercing gun. She scanned the tags to sync them with the blonde's information in the computer, then loaded one in the piercing gun and attached it to the girl's ear. After loading the second tag, she pinched the girl's labia and pulled slightly to expose it.

The blonde looked suddenly nervous as the needle was brought to her delicate flesh. "But you already have one in my ear?"

"What's the point of tagging meat just in the ear when it's about to lose its head?" The blonde yelped as the tag was pinned to her. "Proceed through the door for final preparation."

The blonde gingerly fingered the tag. "This is going to get in the way of my final fuck."

"That won't be a problem. You already had your final fuck," the inspector informed her.

"But, I've always wanted my executioner to fuck me."

"Then you should have paid for a private sexecution. We don't do that sort of thing back here. All the executioners back here are female. The few men we have on staff work up front with the paying clients. Now get moving so I can get these other sows graded. Report to chamber 3."

The blonde obeyed, though a bit less eagerly and the inspector discarded her registration card in the second bin.

As the one-way door closed on the moping blonde, the goth handed her card to the inspector. The inspector looked grim as she examined the girl's tattooed and pierced body. "0983A, you would have been Grade A if you hadn't chosen to mutilate your body like this. Grade C." The inspector tagged her ear and cunt and directed her through the door to chamber 3.

0778B stepped forward and handed over her red card. After a few keystrokes, she felt the young woman's hands on her. They groped her large breasts and pinched her nipples. They pressed on her abdomen and squeezed her thighs. Both of her buttocks received a firm slap. Finally, the young lady's fingers explored her cunt. They spread her labia and slid into her.

0778B grew wet in spite of herself. She knew this would be the last sensual moment of her final day. She didn't want to admit to herself that she was disappointed when the fingers withdrew taking her last taste of pleasure with them.

"0778B, I'm afraid you are still Grade B. You are a bit chubby, but you have fantastic breasts. Your filet and hams should be quite juicy. You will make excellent cutlets." She flinched as the inspector tagged her pussy with a large B.

0778B had always been self conscious about her weight and being undressed beside two women with stunning figures had been one of the worse aspects of the day, the few extra pounds she carried seemed exaggerated when directly compared with their slender bodies. Somehow, the few words of praise for the quality of her meat from the person whose job it was to inspect hundreds of women a day made her feel a bit better about herself.

For the first time today, 0778B smiled slightly. She thanked the inspector genuinely then proceeded through the door. Beyond was another long corridor, however this one had multiple doors along one wall labeled with large numbers 1 through 6. At the far end was a seventh door labeled LIVESTOCK. Above each of the numbered doors was a colored light. The lights above 3 and 5 were green, the other four glowed red. The smile faded from her lips. In here, the mechanical noise of the processing plant could be heard faintly filtering through the series of doors. The sounds of a factory whose purpose was solely to turn human women into meat made her grim fate seem a step closer to reality.

0778B paused to steady her nerves at the door to chamber #3. This was a mistake. During the few seconds she stood at the threshold, she heard the unmistakable sound of a woman's scream behind door #5 which was suddenly silent. Someone whose only crime was being born female had just been executed. The same end awaited her just beyond the cold steel slab against which her hand rested.

She looked longingly back at the door she had come through, but like all the others, it was one-way. The door at the other end led women to a death far worse than the swift kiss of steel. That left her with no choice but to press forward.

0778B closed her eyes for a second and reminded herself that she couldn't escape her fate and she had already decided to accept what must be. She pushed open the door.

She was hardly through the door, when she was immediately seized by a young woman wearing a very different uniform than the ones she'd seen on the way in. It was dark brown jumpsuit with the Hill's logo embroidered. The woman had 0778B's hands behind her back and zip tied together in an instant. As a larger tie was looped around her waist and her hands were secured to it, 0778B realized that she should have been expecting to be trussed up before her beheading.

It was only after the woman had finished that 0778B looked up to survey the rest of chamber #3. The room could not have been more bleak. The walls were covered in dull gray tiles, as was the floor, save for a broad channel of stainless steel grating that ran from the center of the room to a gap in the rear wall.

In the center of the room, where she had expected to see a giant guillotine was a much smaller device. It had a lunette, but the small blade was fixed below it on a pneumatic piston. There was a short bench, only long enough to accommodate a woman's torso. The blonde was lying face up on the machine now. Her neck was locked in the stocks, but she was not strapped down. Her ankles were bound together with a heavy duty zip tie which was hooked to a roller set in a track which ran over the grate and out of the room. The hook was high enough that not only were her legs in the air, but her butt was lifted off the bench as well.

A second woman in a brown jumpsuit was checking to ensure that the tie around her ankles was securely hooked before stepping to the termination device. 0778B realized that this second woman was the executix. She was more mature than the young woman who had bound her hands, but it was really her bearing that gave her an imposing quality that frightened 0778B a bit.

The blonde looked up at the executix standing over her. "This isn't what I thought it would be," she whined. The executix pressed a large red button on the side of the stocks. A red light on top began to flash and with each flash there was a 'beep'. "I wish my hands were in front so I could reach my-"

"Chamber three?" an intercom in the ceiling crackled with the voice of the receptionist.

SWOOSH! The pneumatic piston fired after five beeps and the blonde's head came off and fell into the small tub which awaited it. Without the head secured in the stocks, the pull from the girl's feet being elevated caused her torso to slide off the bench and swing suspended from the hook.

"This is three," the executix replied as she picked up the detached head and carried it to where a pair of large plastic bins, one red and one blue, stood against a side wall.

"We've just received a rush order for a pair of live roasters to be picked up for a party in an hour. Please send 1013A to the livestock area."

The executix groaned. "Are you kidding me? I've got her head in my hand right now. You probably just heard it come off."

"That sounds about right. The Grade A that got sent to chamber five had already gotten chopped, too. It's been a really slow morning, we may not get another 'A' in before pickup."

The executix looked at her assistant, "I'll send Kimberly down, she's 'A'. But you'd better get ready too, Stacy. It may be your day to roast."

After a brief pause, the receptionist who had so recently checked 0778B in for her execution acknowledged the order to prepare for her own. "Yes, ma'am."

The executix addressed her assistant. "Kimberly, thank you for your hard work. I trust you will be as dedicated to your duty of being meat as you have been processing it."

"Of course, ma'am," the young woman responded obediently. She exited the room through the gap in the back wall, pulling the blonde's headless corpse out of the room with her.

The executix dropped the blonde's head into the blue bin and 0778B couldn't help but wonder if the girl had been able to hear how narrowly she had missed her chance at being the center of attention at a cannibal BBQ and probably the final fuck she had so desired.

The executix reset the blade and opened the stocks. She beckoned the goth girl forward. As she backed the girl up to the bench and bent her backwards, she commented, "It's a pity you had to ruin yourself. You'd have helped fill that order nicely otherwise."

"I never wanted to roast alive. Why do you think I got so many tattoos?" the goth replied as the stocks were locked around her necklace.

"A woman should be willing to do whatever is required of her without complaint," the executix growled as she prepped the young woman's feet. "If I had my way, cowards like you would be used as live animal feed." She circled to the front of the pneumatic guillotine and pressed the button, then she pushed the collection tub out from under the girl's head. "Enjoy the fall, 0983A."

"My name is Lori," the goth announced defiantly as the machine 'beeped' away the rest of her life.

"I'm Joan," 0778B told the girl with whom she suddenly felt a strong comradery.

"Good bye, Joan," the goth smiled at her. It felt good so have someone say her name one more time.

The piston hissed and her new friend was instantly gone. The head and its half cascade of crimson hair fell. Joan couldn't help but cringe as it bounced off the tile floor with a heavy 'thud'.

The executix picked up Lori's head and looked the decapitated girl in the eye. "Maybe that knocked some sense into your useless head. I can't believe someone paid to get it back." She took it to the blue bin and dropped it with the nameless blonde's. She then pushed the girl's hanging corpse out to the processing floor, before turning to Joan. "Am I going to have any trouble with you, 0778B?" she asked as she put her foot on the tub.

Joan was torn, she wanted to be defiant, but in the end she knew it would gain her nothing but additional pain. No one except this cruel headswoman would ever know of her protest, so Joan lowered her head. "No. No trouble."

"Good meat girl." The executix pushed the tub back into place.

As the executix took her by the arm, Joan resigned herself to being 0778B, meat girl, for what little remained of her life. And nothing but meat after that.

The executix lay her back on the bench and locked the lunette around her neck. As her ankles were bound, 0778B stared at the ceiling, blank except for the fluorescent lights and the intercom which had just summoned the executix's assistant to her doom.

As her legs and ass were lifted and she was secured to the overhead hook, 0778B tried not to focus on the sounds coming through the gap in the wall. The growl of saws and clank of the steel rollers along the track seemed to grow into a cacophony bringing the gravity of the fact that her lifeless body would soon be dissected and the portions sold as food.

The executix circled to the front of the guillotine and turned 0778B's head to look at her ear. It had not been tagged. She pushed the button and the red light blinked on accompanied by the first beep. The tone made 0778B tense in fearful anticipation.

0778B's ear had not been tagged like the other girls because her deposit had not been paid. No one was going to claim her head.

As she thought about it, her fear eased. In a world where extreme overpopulation caused cannibalism to be an accepted way of life, there was not one person who cared about her enough to pay the $20 deposit for her severed head.

Maybe this was truly her purpose in life. After all, she had not shied away from eating girl meat. Her mother had been processed at this very plant shortly after 0778B had turned eighteen.

Maybe all of the Dolcett propaganda was true. A woman only had three uses: family, fucking, and food. No one was fucking her for either fun or procreation. Hell, no one cared enough to pay $20 for her head. The only purpose left to her was becoming food.

As the red light flashed, #140298-0778B closed her eyes. She surrendered herself to the machine, though she knew her fate was already sealed whether or not she accepted it. It was time to fulfill her life's purpose.

She had not counted the beeps, but somehow she knew when the last one sounded. She heard the piston beneath her hiss as the blade was pushed up to meet her neck.

'OH FUCKING SHIT!!! That really fucking hurt. I can't believe how much th- OW!! OH COME ON!! You have got to be kidding me.' The flash of excruciating pain from the split second it took the blade to pass through her neck was quickly followed by hitting the unexpectedly hard surface of the bottom of the plastic tub. 'At least it wasn't the tile. OW, OW, OW!' The weight of her own head pulling on her hair as she was lifted out of the tub was more painful than she'd expected as well. 'Or maybe I would have been better off hitting the floor. It probably would have knocked me out.'

As she was carried to the bins waiting along the wall, 0778B could see her headless body slide off the bench under it's own weight. As it swung from the hook, trembling, she realized that the figure she had never been satisfied with was actually quite lovely. She'd always thought herself fat, now that she had a different perspective, she was able to look at herself objectively and appreciate her voluptuous curves. If she'd been walking past the meat counter, it is just the kind of quality she would have wanted.

The executix dropped her into the red bin. It was fuller than she would have expected... fuller than the blue bin. Enough unwanted women's heads had been discarded that, resting atop the heep, she could still partially see her own body.

The executix pushed her body along the track. No, it wasn't her body anymore... her roast. No, that wasn't right either. It wasn't HER anything anymore. It was just a hanging carcass on its way to be butchered into prime cutlets.

From this angle, she could see that beyond the wall, another female worker was taking each headless body as it came from the termination chambers and scanning the tag before pushing it down one of several processing lines labeled with giant letters A, B, C, and D.

The woman stepped up to what had once been 0778's body. She reached up to where the small tag dangled from the juicy pussy's lip, which was nearly eye level as the roast hung upside down. She scanned the tag and 0778 knew that the computer system that tracked every female of legal age now recognized that she had been terminated.

Her vision was fading quickly as she saw her former body pushed to the processing line with the giant B. The first woman in that line reached up and clipped the plastic tag off of the labia and dropped it in a trash can.

That was it. She was no longer Joan. She was no longer even #140298-0778B. She was now nothing more than another anonymous carcass to be carved up, packaged, sold, cooked, and eaten... most likely by another young woman who would find herself in this same position one day.

The Dolcett circle of life.

Or was it more the circle of...?