Mungo Meat

"Us younglings livin in Little Lamplight used to just exile adults in some sort of mutual understandin', but as years went on we realized how dangerous Mungos can be. On of our past Mayor lost his older sis to some raider Mungos awhile back, and changed our ways. Now we don't just warn Mungos that come near our home anymore, we shoot em dead. We go out and hunt them instead of the other ways around. Our cavern shrooms sure seem to like it when we pile their bodies in the water, they grow back faster. We almost are never starving thanks to that.
Though we capture some of them girl Mungos for ourselves ever since the Mayor announced our war. We keep the live ones in pens until we wanna fuck em, got em tied and bound real good. Ones that try and escape die sooner, problem was killin them slaves off was always messy. No good way to cut em without bleedin all over the place. We don't mind blood on our fuck toys, but cleaning up after is always a pain. Our smartest resident came up with a smart plan, took us days to build though. Clean ways to kill Mungo whores and have fun while we do it. We built a pulley system with rope and crates to hang em when we please, and I got to see it firsthand when I had myself my first Mungo.
Our hunters caught us some fine whore that wandered to far from the Vaults. Cute freckles, short black hair, and with tits and an ass about to burst from her jumpsuit. We spent a few days with her in the pens before sending her to die, wanted to keep her longer but we don't like to feed the Mungos our share. Like to have fun with em and kill em before they get all scrawny from starvin. We had our girls clean her up before Sam, John and I druggged her and began tying her up on the execution platform. Her hands were tied behind her head on a solid pole welded good on the support beams. Sam tied the noose around her neck, made sure the rope was still good and strong and tied to the weight behind her. She was held just high enough her feet could touch the ground and her arms could support her. She was still wet and sweaty when she was all tied up, could barely resist myself. She started coming to her senses just as we finished tying her up, good thing too. She was a real fighter that one, wrigglin' and squirming all she could. Seeing her topless tits bounce and her sweat gleam in the light was a real beauty of a sight. She must have been fresh Vault-Meat, her body was clean and shaven when we caught her. I fucked Mungos before, but never when they were about to hang, and never one as nice as this. Unable to resist, I buried my face between her tits and squeezed em good as my dick pressed between her thighs. She cursed at us, threatening all sorts of things she'd do to us when she got out. She didn't realize she wasn't ever getting out until she noticed the last Mungo slut we hung next to her. I thought briefly about the last time I saw that Mungo alive, I remembered her polka-dot underwear. She was real fun when she lasted, shame I missed her funeral. I went back to focus on the Vault Mungo. I squeezed, licked, and suckled almost every inch of her before John got impatient, saying I was hoggin' her.
I decided my turn with her boobs was done, and went behind her. Her tight pants were 'bout to burst, the torn cloth squeezing against her exposed ass cheeks. I grabbed her belt and thrust inside her ass. Her angry yells stopped for a moment as she moaned in pain as I fucked her. Sam reached up and squeezed her right tit in his mouth, suckling the milk from her roughly. His hand slipped down and rubbed her vag as I continued to fuck her ass. John groped her other tit and licked her breast and armpit, he sure seemed to love the taste of sweat. Joseph came in to untie the other Mungo, today she became too rotten to keep around, but the perfect time to feed her to the shrooms. As he began to untie her, our Mungo's angry threats turned into bargaining. Caps, money, a Vault to live in, weapons, ammo, treasure, anything she could offer to spare her life. Her pleas only turned us on even more, as Sam bit her tit, causing her to grunt in pain.

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Joseph untied the expired Mungo and took off her clothes. Could always use them for somethin, but we often keep them as reminders or as trophies of the sluts we've killed. He struggled dragging her body to the water, shooing the bloatflies away. Once she was in the water, he sat on the dock's edge and lifted her limp head from the water, holding her jaw open. He slipped his cock into her loose mouth and pulled down on her head, fucking her lifeless mouth. Was always hard fucking Mungo's mouths, they always tend to bite. Only have one ring gag to share so we can only get blown by one Mungo at a time between all of us. They always said the dead Mungos can't bite. We decided we had enough fun with our Vault Mungo, at least with her alive. She pleaded further, begging for mercy. As John and I grabbed on to the weight, he told her we already had what we wanted, her body. Course we don't need her alive to have that.
We pulled the weight off the table and pulled it under, placing a cinder block to tighten the gap. When the crate hit the ground, her body shot upwards, the noose tightened and tugging her by the neck. Her worthless pleas were cut short by gagging and choking. She frantically reached for the noose, her tied hands unable to reach it. Her arms were unable to support her weight, and her feet dangled just high enough that she couldn't reach the ground. Sharp rusted nails ensured she couldn't lift her feet onto our platform and support herself. It was a sick, twisted way to kill someone, so close to safety. The lucky ones have their neck snapped when the weight drops. As she dangled and wriggled desperately, I stacked two spare cinder blocks on the platform and continued to fuck her ass. John continued to lick her armpit, occasionally whispering insults in her ears. He said her eyes were wide open as her face turned purple. He said she even cried as she choked.

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Her choking and wriggling slowed, her clenching fists finally relaxing. John whispered in her ear again, making her final moments as humiliatin' as he could. Her clenching legs loosened as she went silent, occasionally spazzing or twitching a few moments after. Sam slapped her lifeless purple face and spit on her chest before continuing to suckle her nip'. Joseph finished his time with the other Mungo, writing a big ol' zero on his Mungo's sign before leaving. They say you're not a true kid in Lamplight until you fuck your first Mungo corpse, and it's always best to do it in one as she dies. I can see what they meant. I finally finished in the Vault Mungo, squeezing her lifeless body as I filled her corpse with my cum. John and Sam would finally have their turns doing whatever they wanted to her, but looking at the other Mungo corpse in the water, I realized that I couldn't wait to cut the Vault Mungo cunt down and fuck her purple face until my balls were drained. It'll be awhile before we find another Mungo with a body like this."

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>>8221
Dunno, nothing's stopped you from asking the past seven times.

>>8223
Depends honestly. My preferences regarding "furries" kinda depends on case to case.

>>8247
Could have had her struggle longer, but wanted it short enough so it would be short enough to stream.

>>8288
Considered doing that, but liked her grabbing at the ball helpless instead of just grabbing her throat.