Been working on this for a while, and since I finished a new chapter today I might as well post it here too.

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"Do you really think we'll lose this game too?" Rebecka said, adjusting the fit of the black sports bra clinging to her developing chest.

"Well, given how we've performed so far it wouldn't surprise me," Katie, team captain of "Katie's Kitties" answered.

"So we'll all be meat in a few hours?" Anna said, unable to hide her excitement. The petite blonde had come up with the idea to enter the tournament in the first place, and as the games progressed her intentions for doing so were becoming increasingly clear.

At first glance this volleyball tournament seemed like any other, with volunteer teams from schools in the local area competing in different age groupings. The girls of Katie's Kitties were completing their last year of middle school. Unlike ordinary tournaments though, the focus was not solely on the winning team, but the losers got equal attention. The losing team would, after the conclusion of the final match, be stripped of their clothes and cooked on the spot, to be served as food to the other tournament participants and the audience.

Making up the Kitties were six girls: Katie, Chloe, Anna, Rebecka, Grace and Naomi, and they were playing the final, losing match. From the wardrobe they could hear the din of the crowd forming in the arena. The losing match rivaled the finals in popularity, and no one would want to miss the aftermath where the girls would be prepared in front of the audience.

The match would start in a few minutes, and it was time for the girls to find their places out on the court. Katie took a glance at her team and found two girls missing, but the lewd sounds escaping from the bathroom door gave her a good idea of where to find them and what they were currently up to.

"You guys done in there?" Katie asked after knocking politely.

"Just .. a second!" Grace, a curvy, dark skinned girl uttered while breathing heavily, by the sound of it very close to hitting a climax. Naomi, a pale, redheaded girl didn't answer, probably too busy burying her tongue in Grace's pussy.

"Just finish up quickly, will you? The game is about to start!" Katie said and left the girls to finish up. In her experience they would most likely show up to the game at the last possible second, but in return the two nymphos would enjoy the advantage of being thoroughly warmed up.

The team eventually found their places on the court and greeted the opposing team. Grace and Naomi, the latter's pale skin still blushing from arousal, came darting from the wardrobe a few seconds before the game started. After taking a last look to make sure everything was in order, the judge blew his whistle and the match started.

Katie had the first serve. She focused for a second, imagining the path the of the ball, before she threw the ball into the air and slammed it hard. The ball flew over the net straight towards where she had aimed, between the two leftmost players on the back row. It was a difficult ball to catch, but the other team reacted quickly, the girl in the middle stepped into position to receive it and the ball landed perfectly in her arms. It bounced into the air towards the front player on the left, who sat it up for the player in the middle to smack it over the net. She did exactly that, but Naomi, having a keen eye for the game, had foreseen the maneuver and was there to block the ball. It bounced right off her arms and down towards the floor. The other team couldn't react quickly enough, and the ball hit the floor, scoring Katie's Kitties their first point. The girls cheered and gave each other high fives before changing positions and continuing the game.

The rest of the first set continued to go well, and the girls won by a solid margin. After a brief pause it was time for the second set, but something seemed to have changed on the opposing team. The opponents played with a newfound determination, and Katie couldn't help notice that some of the girls seemed very intent on not losing. Despite their best efforts, Katie's team of sporty teens ended up losing the set with the least possible margin of one point. With the game tied the team captain gathered her players for a pep-talk before the final, decisive round. The girls all stood around her in a small circle and listened intently on what she had to say.

"Are you with me, girls?" Katie yelled a short while after, and the girls responded with an enthusiastic, unison "Yeah!" before they ran to their positions, ready for the final set.

It was Katie's turn to serve again and she aimed at the same spot as before. The girl in the middle received it in the same manner and set the ball up for the player next to her to smash it over the net. This time however, Naomi didn't even try to block and decided to stay perfectly still. The ball went towards Anna, who looked like she was going to receive it, but she suddenly changed her position at the last moment. The ball hit her arms and bounced directly left, landing outside of the line, scoring a point for the other team.

"Oops!" she laughed. "I must have slippery arms today!"

Puzzled expressions appeared on some of the onlookers, wondering what the girls were up to. The other team had the next serve, and Katie deliberately bounced the ball right into the net, scoring another point for the other team as soon as it hit the floor.

"Oh no!" she cried in mock disappointment, the wide grin on her face giving her true feelings away. The audience heard her remark and saw how the team members smiled and giggled. They began realizing what was happening and started cheering the Kitties, or rather against, as the audience would roar in joy every time a point was scored against them. The rest of the match played out in only a few minutes, as the ball would only pass the net once per round, always landing on Katie's side. In fact, the Kitties didn't score a single point during the whole set as they tried to find creative ways of how to mess up and score points against themselves.

When the judge blew his whistle signalling the end of the match and the loss of the Kitties, they celebrated, hugging and congratulating each other on their newfound status as meat girls. A little swarm of assistants and technicians clad in black work clothes appeared in the arena, clearing away the sport equipment to make room for the ceremony which was about to happen, where the girls that had 'lost' would be slaughtered or cook alive on after the other, giving the audience the maximum amount of entertainment in the process.