Chapter 4: Annette

I decide to start going for walks each day to get my muscles going again. I'll work up to jogging eventually. I go to the park where there's a trail people often use. After about ten minutes of walking, I'm interrupted by a sudden slap on my right ass cheek. As I turn to say something, the guy keeps jogging passed me. I roll my eyes and ignore him. A bit later, this happens again. Same guy. This makes me a little annoyed, so I keep going, but decide to grab his arm the next time to complain to him. You can't just go around slapping people! I keep jogging and he comes right when I expect him to, but this time I lunge to grab him on my right as he slaps my left ass cheek and passes me on my left. I use up the rest of my energy in a pathetic attempt to run after him, but I fall and just lay there.

A girl comes up to me and offers me her hand, to help me up. “Hey, I'm Annette. I saw what happened. That guy's a bit of a jerk, isn't he?”

“Yeah... I'm Susan.”

“It's nice to meet you, Susan. You don't look great. Do you want to rest up and get something to eat?”

“That sounds good, but I'd have to stop home and get my purse.”

“Don't worry about it. I'll take care of the payment.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Follow me!”

I follow Annette as she brings me to a nice restaurant. We sit down and are greeted by a server.

“Hi, I'm Zack, and I'll be your server today. What would you like to drink?”

“I'll have a glass of piss”

“Nonsense, Sue, you definitely need protein. You look so weak!” She turns her attention to the server. “My friend and I will each have a glass of cum.”

The server starts masturbating furiously and reaches for one of the glasses on the table. He cums quickly and other male servers and waiters line up to add to the glass. Once the first glass is full, they start filling the second glass. The manager, a butcher, some bussers and a few of the cooks also cum out of the back to help before Zack adds the final cum to Annette's glass with his second orgasm. I take a sip and feel how sticky and warm it is in my mouth. It's always best fresh. As I'm savoring this glass of cum, I feel Zach's tongue on my pussy expertly working me towards orgasm. After I climax, he repeats this on Annette, while I take a look through the menu.

Annette is being very nice to me, so I don't want to put her out too much by ordering something expensive, but I'm so tired of eating shit. I was eating nothing but shit nonstop for months locked in that bathroom. I've been out of there not even a full day yet. I start to hear Annette moaning and suddenly my right leg is wet.

“Sorry Sue, I forgot to mention that I'm a squirter.”

Zack gets up from under the table. His head is soaked. He wipes off his closed eye so he can open it and see. True to his server training though, he continues without missing a beat. “Do you girls know what you'd like to order yet?”

“Yes,” Annette speaks up, “We'd like your fine body.”

“Are you sure? You don't have to spend that much on me.”

“It's not just for you, Sue. I'll be keeping the leftovers, so it'll mostly be for me. It costs me the same whether I let you have some or not, so your meal is essentially free.” She pulls a card out of her purse and hands it to him. “This is the address I'd like your leftovers shipped to. As for cooking, I want you split open up the middle,” she gestures her finger from his cock to his face, “then spread out over a grill." She gestures moving her arms apart, like a flapping bird. "I want you basted in a milk-cum sauce and grilled rare. Once you tell that to the cook, come back here so I can snuff you myself.”

“Yes, maam!” Zack leaves quickly and comes back shortly. Annette has him stand. She kneels down and starts licking the head of his cock. She takes in into her mouth and starts rocking her head back and forth, taking in a little more of his shaft each time. She starts fondling his balls as well. As he approaches orgasm, she pushes her lips to the end of his cock, it's head down her throat, and starts to tighten her grip on his balls. As he finishes cumming, she bites down hard and pulls on his balls as hard as she can. It takes a second for her teeth to slice through his cock, which she swallows whole and raw. Then his balls tear off and she nods to the other server nearby.

Zack is still alive, but losing a lot of blood very quickly, so he'll be dead soon. Annette doesn't even watch him die, as she holds up his balls to me. “Eat one. They're good raw.” As I start to reach over with my hand, she interrupts, “No! With your mouth.” I lean in and put one ball in my mouth, and she does the same. The sack keeps us both leaning in as we chew up Zack's balls. Eventually, our mouths are full of chewed up testicles and ballsack and our tongues are in each other's mouths. We kiss, pushing around the chewed meat between us, each swallowing little bits of it at a time until it's just our intertwined tongues feeling one another's mouths.

Annette climbs onto the table and starts kissing down my neck, playing with my breasts, and licking my nipple. She starts sucking out some of my milk. I start fondling her and wind up on the table with her. We suck milk from one another's tits until we can't get any more. We move on to licking the wetness from one another's cunts. Annette's on top of me. When she's close, I remember that she squirts and I prepare for the blast, taking it down my throat.

“Sue... I think I want to marry you.”

This is very sudden and I want a minute to think about it. “You're single?”

“No, but I'm just married to my dad. If you and he don't also want to marry, I can just serve him to our kids, then I'll be single.”

I pause for a few seconds to think. I do like Annette. She's got a very good personality. She's cheerful, generous, Dominant, and a good fuck. She also seems to be ready to snuff her partner quickly and sounded like she knows a thing or two of the culinary arts, so there's a good chance that I'll taste good with her. I barely know her, but this seems like a good idea.

“That sounds good. When were you thinking?”

“Here's a card with my address. When you leave here, come right over and you can meet my dad. We'll see how it goes. If either of you dislike the other, I'll have him bleeding out in minutes. Either the three of us will go right after to make it official, or the two of us will, after my dad's cuts are all in the freezer.”

“That sounds great!”

Zack arrives, and he just looks and smells absolutely delicious. I cut off a piece of his ass and it tastes fantastic! It's a really enjoyable meal. I eat until I'm stuffed. I see them removing what's left of Zack to ship to Annette's place, and notice no Annette in the seat across from me. I'm confused, but I wait. About twenty minutes later, the manager comes over asking about payment for our bill. Annette said to them that I was taking care of it as she left.

I quickly find out that this restaurant's restrooms are pretty much the same as the last one's. I'm shackled in and completely lose all hope. Seventy-one days, they tell me. I wind up crying more than once. When I eventually give birth, I realize that it's been five months. I say something about it the next time they come to put the feeding tube up to my mouth and the worker says they'll look into it. They come back an hour later not just to remove the tube, but to release me as well. I ask about the kid I gave birth to, and they had already sold it as meat. Apparently, it's in the contract that those born while serving as a toilet are the property of the establishment, meaning that I had signed away my rights to it.

I'm extremely weak and crawl slowly out of the restaurant. I slowly make my way home to find a different family there. I have no idea where my owner is. I start my way toward the ownership office to find out, still crawling slowly, getting strange looks, when I collapse on the sidewalk. I wake up still on a sidewalk, but I'm across the street from where I was, it's the middle of the night, I've been flipped onto my back, there's cum on my chest and in my hair (enough that it's probably from several guys) and I think I smell dog piss. I must've been mistaken for a corpse, which means I must look horrible. I sit up, with some effort, catch my breath, then manage to stand with the help of a nearby stick.

I continue to make my way to the ownership office and manage to get there, though I'm exhausted and really need a shower. I lean against the front door and sleep, since they're closed and I want to be woken up as soon as they open. Sure enough, I get woken up in the morning, a swift boot into my tit. “Ow!” I barely exclaim, the wind having been knocked out of me.

“Move, you're in my way.”

“I need help finding my owner.” My voice is still difficult.

“Oh, I didn't realize. Let me unlock the door and I'll look up your information.”

I pull myself clear of the door, use the stick to get back up, and follow the woman inside. I give her my information, and she looks me up in the computer. “It says here that your current owner is your daughter Janet, age eight, currently living in local school housing.”

“What happened to my siblings?”

“It looks like Jake got married to a guy named Dave, sold everyone he owned with him except you to butchers, which includes your other siblings and his offspring, and then Jake decided to sell Jake to the butcher as well. From our records, Dave has done similar with a few other families. Your possessions are in storage.”

“Thank you.”

I have Annette's card, so I know where she lives. I could try to follow through with the plan she had before she ditched me, but that could also have all been a lie. I don't see another option right now for getting my life back together, so I decide to head for Annette's. I knock on the door and am greeted by the guy who kept slapping my ass while I was walking. I'm a bit taken back by this, but ask for Annette. She comes to the door, recognizes me right away, seems to be glad to see me, and not only lets me shower, but decides to wash me herself. As I walk through her house towards the shower, I see that they were watching a documentary about some long ago time when there were much fewer people, the world was a lot colder, people covered their bodies, and sex was rare. Back then, women used to be in pain and bleed because they weren't fucked often enough. It all sounds so barbaric and closed-mindedly backwards.

As I join Annette in the shower, she explains “I was a little worried you might not come over after you left the restaurant.”

“Well... I did promise.”

“I do still want to marry you. I killed my dad right after we ran out of Zack's meat. I tied him up for sex, left him tied up as I attached wires to his balls and plugged him in. He's long gone, so it's just us.”

“Who's your current owner?”

“My younger brother Joe, the one who answered the door.”

Remembering how annoying what he did was, I decide that I want him dead. “I think we should have him be the feast for our wedding.” I want her dead too, so I intend to kill her the moment the marriage is finalized. I'll still be single and jobless, but my kids and I will have a place to live again and maybe a little more money while I look for what work I can do while I'm so frail.

“Sounds good to me. JOSEPH!” Joe comes running over. “Joe, bring your big sister a knife.”

“Sure.” Joe leaves and comes back with a switchblade. “Can I watch?”

“Yeah, come closer.” Joe comes closer and Annette turns off the piss and slits his throat, giving us a blood shower to finish bathing in. “There's nothing quite like warm blood, is there Sue?”

“It's nice, thanks.”

“So I guess now I'm owned by my even younger brother Robert, who's a server right now. That's all about to change though, isn't it?”

“Yep!”

Once Joe's corpse is empty of blood, and our bodies are completely red, she takes Joe into the butchering room to take care of a few of his organs, and gets him into the oven to bake. While he's baking, she drives me in her truck to the ownership office to fill out the necessary forms, to the schools to tell them where to send my kids when school ends, and to the storage locker to get my things. That evening, an ownership office official comes to Annette's place to marry us. My kids arrive when their buses let them off. Since Annette's owner is currently serving, he can't walk her down the aisle, so she walks down alone. I'm walked down by Janet, who seems to find it silly that such a little girl is walking her mommy down the aisle.

There's a verbal contract about the responsibilities of the owning of another person given by the ownership office official, followed by us each saying “I agree”, at which point the official says “You may now fuck!”

We kiss passionately and I start working my mouth down to her neck. Then I grab her face and sink my teeth into her neck. She starts to scream and push, but I have a good grip on her. It takes some effort, but I eventually tear open her flesh, and she starts to bleed out. She has such a shocked look on her face. “You'll taste good,” I reassure her, and receive one last smile before she passes out.

I take Annette to the butchering room to separate her into parts for the freezer and take Joe out of the oven for everyone to feast on. I permit the remainder of Annette's relatives who've been living in this house to stay with us, at least for now. My twentieth birthday is in just a few weeks, but with plenty of meat in my diet and regular exercise I should be back into shape soon enough. I still have the money from my year of service and Annette's money more than doubles it.