Chapter 3: Dave

Nearly two months later, I was at the grocery store buying a pack of dicks for a barbecue. I put on my strap-on vibrator as I approached the express checkout line and buried it in the ass of the girl in front of me. This strap-on vibrates around my clit with an intensity relative to how much the dildo part of it is squeezed. Most girls have these. When waiting in line, it's commonplace to have your dick or strap-on in the ass of whoever's in front of you. This ensures that no one browsing items near the checkout line, like anus gum or whatever, fails to notice the line moving.

Fairly immediately, I felt a warm penis in my own ass, letting me know that someone was in line behind me. He starts moving it back and forth, fucking me gently. “Hey, I'm Dave.”

This was a little odd, since people don't usually make small talk in the checkout line. “I'm Susan.”

“You have a very nice ass, Sue. Do you want to bring your ass to the fancy restaurant downtown in a few days? My treat.”

Getting a free meal at a fancy place would be nice. The guy has no chance of anything long term, since I'm being snuffed next week, but he doesn't need to know that. “Thanks! Sure, I-I'll see you then.” Between my vibrator's buzzing from the tightness of the ass in front of me and being fucked in my own ass, I'm feeling quite aroused by this point. By the time I reach the checkout counter, I can feel Dave's cum dribbling down my leg. I don't manage to cum, but it was one of my better checkout experiences.

A few days later, at the restaurant, the two of us are seated, and a familiar server comes over to take our drink order. “Hey Cindy!” By my math, she's on her last few days as a server. It looks like she's had about as much luck getting snuffed as I did as a server, but I also know her mother only snuffs guys, so she has no chance of getting snuffed at home until she marries. She's not in a great situation. I wish I could help, but snuffing her is certainly more than I could afford, and it wouldn't be polite to Dave, who promised to pay.

“Hey Sue! Long time no see! What would you like to drink?”

“I'll have a glass of milk.”

Dave orders a glass of blood.

As we sip our drinks and Cindy licks and sucks us under the table, Dave tells me about how he's made a lot of money buying and selling people. He's apparently got an eye for people's meat quality, buys them as slaves, and sells them to a butcher for a profit. He explains that I would probably be a good catch. Buying someone from their owner or owners grants a superior ownership over that person, but if anything happens to the person's new Master, they return to their previous ownership status. The chain for someone's owner goes like this: Government year of service > Master(s) > Spouse(s) > Parents > Oldest sibling > Oldest son or daughter > Self. The first of those categories that has someone in it is the one that owns you. It is certainly possible for someone married to be owned by a Master that they were sold to while still owning their spouse, since their marriage still exists and their spouse has no Masters. It doesn't sound like Dave keeps anyone he buys though, instead selling them to a butcher for profit.

Cindy comes back up from under the table. “Are you ready to order?”

“Sorry," I reply, "I need another minute to look at the menu.”

“We're ready,” Dave interrupts, “We'd like to have you on our table.”

I'm taken by surprise at this. Snuffing a server is expensive, especially at an expensive place like this, especially if you order the entire server. He must've really made a lot of money from buying and selling people, as he said. Cindy's eyes go wide and she has a big smile on her face. “How would you like me cooked?”

“Oven roasted, whole, with a cum glaze.”

“Would you like to snuff me here or have the butcher do it?”

“If Sue would like, she could snuff you, otherwise I'd do it myself.”

Cindy nods and goes to the kitchen to deliver the order so they'll know what to do with her corpse. Meanwhile, I'm thinking about how to snuff her. Choke her? Cut her? I'm not entirely sure. I wasn't expecting this!

When she returns, another server comes out as well, and stands at a distance from our table, watching. I take the knife from my place setting and motion for Cindy to get onto the table. I stab her in the belly and slice across, with some difficulty, exposing her intestines. Cindy's blood is pouring onto the table. I climb onto the table with her, getting covered in her blood myself, as I slice free a section of her intestine. I pull it up to her neck and wrap it around her throat, the other end still attached to her body. I pull, using her intestines to choke her. At some point she goes limp. I'm unsure if it's from the lack of blood or the lack of oxygen. The other server comes over to ask if we're done with her, but Dave is not. He wants to fuck her opened corpse before we have it cooked. Once her pussy is full of Dave's cum, he gives me a passionate kiss and we send her body to be roasted.

I stay covered in blood for the whole meal, which is very tasty. It's one of the best I've ever had! There's a lot of Cindy left over. I won't live long enough to finish my half of the leftovers, so I'm going to share them with my kids. Dave gets up to use the restroom while we wait for the bill. The bill arrives and I wait for Dave to come pay it. He's taking a while, so I go into the bathroom to look for him. He's not there. I come out and ask the server if he saw the guy I was with. Not being able to find him, the bill falls to me, but I can't pay it. It's simply more than I can afford. I want to ask my dad for help, but they wont let me leave until the bill is settled. The only way I could possibly pay is to work it off. I've had my freedom for less than two months. I don't want to lose it again so quickly, especially not a few days before I'm supposed to be snuffed!

I wind up locked into one of the stalls in the bathroom. The first week in the stalls counts as training. After that, I earn minimum wage credit towards my bill for the first eight hours of work each day, minus board, meals, and taxes. At this rate, it will take me sixty-three days to work off the bill. The restaurant only closes for three hours each night, so customers use my stall and wake me up when I need sleep. On the plus side, it's a nicer place, so the stalls are padded at least, with chain and padded cuffs for my wrists and ankles. For my first bunch of meals, instead of the shit that most of the stalls get, I get fed leftover pieces of Cindy, so that's good at least. After about a week and a half, I give birth again and they charge me a minimal amount to cook the infant and feed it to me as well.

Also, instead of buckets, there are tubes for customer's shit. The tubes go around the top of the room in a circle. If someone needs to poop, they first pull down a mask and attach it to their face, activating it, which unlocks the other tube, which they pull down and fasten to their ass. When not active, poop that reaches the stall passes above it. When the face mask is active, the poop instead goes out the face tube and into the patron's mouth. The ass tube receives poop into the system. For my meals aside from Cindy's leftovers and my son, they simply put an “out of order” sign on the sink above my head and attach a face tube to my face for an hour, so when shit is going around the tubes above me, I might get to eat. Sometimes no one shits during that hour, or a customer using a stall that's after theirs has a mask on, so I don't get to eat. Some people use the face masks for free food occasionally when they don't really need to poop, wearing it while they fuck one of us toilets. My own poop simply lands below me and slowly melts into the urine, adding a little bit of flavor to the city's piss system.

Talking to the stall next to me, I find out that a guy named Dave brought her here as well, with her story being the same as mine. Occasionally while getting my ass fucked, I think I hear Dave's voice. I know he liked my ass, so it makes sense that he'd stop in to fuck it now and then. He put me here, so he knows where to find me, but I can't see who anyone is. I can only guess. I get pissed on and fucked so many times, clean so many cocks and pussies, I completely lose track of time. When I finally do get home, I find out that it's been four months. The restaurant kept me for much longer than they they said they would.

Dad is not waiting for me at home. He was cooked the day before his fortieth birthday with a big party celebrating his long life. It was the last day he would've been fit for human consumption. This means that I'm now owned by my oldest sibling, which is Nick. I'm really weak from being still for so long and not very appetizing, so I'm going to have to work on that before I can get snuffed.