>>13122
Yeah, even in the stories set in Dolcett worlds, girls just deciding "I'm gonna be snuffed today!" or "Eh, why not?" bother me a bit.

>>13123
Well, Tiffany's school is much more ambitious in their fund raising efforts, and as a result, much better funded.

>>13128
Sure. I'll do that now.

>>13136
I blame Ms. Masterson. It was a very fun collaboration and she brought a level of fun to it I didn't fully prepare for. Honestly Most of the credit is due to her.

>>13140
Sure. I'll do that now.

>>13148
Mabbie's exploits are planned, yeah. But that's going to be written in teh same style as a collaboration between Ms. Masterson and I. This is more something I wrote off the cuff and then waited a week to look over and polish the ending.

>>13180
Well, that will be coming, but not this time. This time... Tiffany has a Snack.

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Tiffany has a Snack

Tiffany smiled, thoroughly satisfied as the last waves of her climax overtook her. It had been a full week since she'd eaten Sam at the auction and given what she'd promised her mom in return for the loan to buy Sam that night, Tiffany figured it was time to start getting her affairs in order; which brought her to this afternoon.

The brown-skinned girl looked town between her legs at the mousy light-skinned brunette resting between them. Penny's lips were wet with the aftermath of Tiffany's arousal, her nectar splattered across her lightly-freckled face like honey on a bear's muzzle. Penny had been a wonderful sub; diligent, and delightful, she even helped Tiffany out with her homework! But... Tiffany didn't need a sub anymore, and since her mother was putting her on the menu by year's end she didn't exactly need help on her homework either.

Penny's eyes glistened expectantly as she looked up at her mistress. Tiffany had told her that today was going to be special when she invited the shy white girl over to her house earlier that day, and so far every time Tiffany had promised her sub something special she'd delivered. Dildo play, bondage, wax play, fisting, each a fun new twist on their relationship delivered with a whispered promise and a light nibble on Penny's earlobe. Her heart was racing to hear what Tiffany had in store for her today.

“You know Penny, when you asked to be my sub, you told me you'd do anything for the position, is that still true?” Tiffany asked.

Penny nodded, something in Tiffany's tone sending her pulse pounding in her ears. “Of course,” Penny agreed immediately.

Tiffany reached down and twirled some of her sub's silky smooth locks around a finger. “Are you sure you really mean anything?” Tiffany asked.

Penny began to nod but Tiffany cut her off.

“Because last week I made a very substantial purchase, and I've recently used it all up,” Tiffany explained.

Penny swallowed nervously. She knew exactly what it was Tiffany had bought last week; Samantha, from the volleyball team. Her mistress had even let her have a bite of some of her leftovers.

“So are you sure you really mean you'll do anything I ask you to, Penny?” Tiffany asked.

A stone sunk into Penny's stomach. She knew what her mistress was asking her now. She wanted to snuff her, just like she had Samantha! Was she... Penny's mind planked as the thought really sunk in. Tiffany was her mistress, but did she really want to go through with that?

“Yes,” the word escaped Penny's mouth before she finished thinking.

“Yes, what?” Tiffany asked arching a single eyebrow as she gazed down at her.

“Yes Mistress, I'll do anything you ask me to,” Penny clarified.

That's wonderful!” Tiffany beamed, “Because all that work you just did has left me incredibly hungry, and there's really nothing good to eat left in the fridge,” Tiffany explained.
The brown-skinned domme patted Penny's head, lightly stoking her hear with affection. It really was a shame to snuff Penny, she was incredibly smart and probably had a very bright future ahead of her; but, Penny was just so incredibly submissive, if Tiffany didn't snuff her now, someone inevitably would sometime down the road, and if Tiffany was going to be dinner by the end of the year anyway, it didn't make any sense to waste opportunities like Penny in the time she had left.

Penny rocked back as Tiffany pushed her away from her dripping Nubian slit and used the room to stand up, making her way towards the kitchen. Penny followed her mistress, despite already knowing the substance of Tiffany's plans for her.

“Hop up on the counter,” Tiffany ordered. “On the cutting board. If we make a mess my mom will be pretty angry at me when she comes home,” her mistress explained.

Penny obeyed, scrambling up onto the marble counter top and plopping her bare butt down on the thick wooden chopping block.

When she turned around, Tiffany had already shimmied out of the rest of her clothes and exchanged them for a plain white apron that said “Lick the Chef”.

“Like it?” Tiffany asked, “It's my mom's.”

Penny wouldn't have guessed. It fit Tiffany exactly as an apron should. Tiffany's mom was a bit taller than her daughter, on her it would only have reached just above her... Oh!

“You're picturing it aren't you?” Tiffany teased. “Maybe I should save her some of your leftovers?”

“No!” Penny squeaked, immediately covering her mouth at her insolence. “I mean, I... I don't want to be leftovers, Mistress,” Penny explained. “I... I want you to throw me out when you're done with me.”

Tiffany tilted her head, curious. “Really?”

Penny nodded. “I... It's a fantasy of mine. Not a big one, or I would have told you, but... I want to be used and discarded, so... please? Throw me away?”

Tiffany clearly didn't understand the appeal, but it was Penny's last request, after a fashion, so she agreed. “If that's really what you want,” she said, picking out a filleting knife, “then sure. Seems like a waste though, I'm sure you'd make for some delicious leftovers.”

“It is,” Penny agreed. “What are... what are you planning to have for dinner, Mistress?” Penny asked nervously. She could see the way her darker skinned lover was eyeing the treasure between her thighs.

“I'm sort of in the mood for pan-fried Penny fillet, seasoned with my own recipe for secret Penny egg sauce.”

“What's the recipe?” Penny asked, shivering.

“If I told you that, it wouldn't be a secret, would it?” Tiffany joked with a grin.

“I guess not,” Penny admitted, blushing.

“I suppose I could tell you though...” Tiffany admitted stroking Penny's freckled cheek. “Once I carve out this delicious piece of meat,” she explained, lowering her hand to stroke the petals of Penny's gorgeously bare sex, “I'm going to open up you ovaries and squeeze them out all over your cunt till it's thoroughly coated,” Tiffany finished, enjoying the shiver her lesson provoked in her naughty little sub. “Are you ready to become meat?” she asked almost impishly.

Penny shuddered as her mistress drew her nearer to the edge of an orgasm just with her words alone. “Yes, Mistress,” she breathed, spreading her legs as best she could and laying back on the counter to give the Nubian girl a better angle.

Tiffany didn't waste the opportunity. Her blade sank into the join between Penny's pussy and upper thigh almost effortlessly, slicing through the muscles connecting her treasure to the rest of her with almost childish ease. Tiffany grinned, staring as she began to draw the knife into the almost-circle she'd need to pull her prize free of its former owner. Her pulse pounded in her ears. This was incredible! Feeling Penny squirm beneath her blade, her pale cunt visibly yearning for something to fuck as she carved it out of her, the two of them connected by a single fatal knife... It was like nothing Tiffany had ever experienced. Even with Sam there'd been a sort of barrier between them, the machine and the fire had done all the work for her in snuffing that gorgeous little minx. That wasn't the case here.

Her knife slowly and steadily completed the circle, drawing a tantalizing mixture of painful moans and pleasured squeaks from the mousy girl in front of her. Tiffany let them wash over her, not letting them effect her. This wasn't about Penny's pleasure, it was about hers. Penny was just meat now.

“Ah!” Penny struggled not to squirm as the knife bit into her; her mistress methodically carving out the treasure between her thighs. A part of her couldn't believe she was doing this, she had a long life ahead of her, she wasn't sick, she had the grades to get into college, to get a good job, to live happily for decades! And yet... when Tiffany asked for this, even knowing how painful it would be, how fatal it would be... Penny couldn't bring herself to resist. She could only submit to her ebony-skinned mistress' whims.

“There we go!” Tiffany smiled as she finished carving, pulling her prize out slightly as she withdrew the blade from her sub. “I have to admit I'm looking forward to taking that tasty looking filet from you, Penny. Are you looking forward to it to?”

Penny gasped as the heat of arousal started fading from a pussy she could no longer feel. 'I need to finish this,' she thought to herself, desperately hoping that she might regain the pleasure Tiffany had just cleaved free from her if they pressed on. “Yes, Mistress!” Penny gasped. “Please! Tear my useless submissive cunt out of me!”

Tiffany wasn't going to get a better invitation than that. She reached into the seams of her cut, Penny flinching back in pain as she dug the tips of her fingers into the exposed muscle between the sub's cunt and her upper thighs, and then, with a slow and almost practiced motion, she pulled her prize free.

Penny stared in rapt wonder as her mistress tore her sex from her body, first her pussy, then her cervix, her womb sliding out almost uncomfortably as it dragged along behind, until, with a final tug, her entire reproductive system from her clit to her ovaries rested in Tiffany's hands.

“It's beautiful isn't it?” Tiffany asked turning her prize so that Penny could see it. “Do you want to kiss your dirty little cunt goodbye?” the darker skinned girl asked on a whim.

Penny nodded, leaning in to touch her lips to the pursed and perky petals of her former sex.

It was warm. Soft and warm with just a hint of salty sweat. Her tongue, well-conditioned by her mistress in what to do when faced with another girl's sex, lapped between the creases of her lips and swirled around her stolen clit. It was strange, not getting a response from the still warm slit, but the smile forming on her mistress' face when she saw what Penny was doing more than made up for that lack.

“That's enough of that,” Tiffany chided her happily. “This is my snack, not yours. Maybe I'll give you a bite again later,” Tiffany offered, “If you're good.”

'If I survive,' Penny realized. She could already feel her life flowing out of her through the gaping hole between her thighs where her Mistress' meal once sat.

Tiffany placed her soon-to-be dinner on a plate next to the stove, and began her preparations; greasing the pan with butter, turning on the heat, carving Penny's meaty sex free from her womb. “The recipe doesn't call for womb,” Tiffany explained as she sliced off Penny's ovaries one after the other, “So there's no need to keep it around,” she finished, dropping the abused organ in the trash and sending an illicit thrill up Penny's spine.

Penny watched, rapt as Tiffany dropped her stolen sex into the sizzling pan, picking up her one of her ovaries once she was done and cutting a small slit in it. She stared, enthralled as Tiffany squeezed her tiny prize, crushing Penny's eggs into a delicious yolk that dripped out of the organ and onto the as yet uncooked lips of her sex, crowning them in creamy sauce. Penny couldn't help but shiver as she gaped at the sight of her own eggs smeared across her sex, drinking in each detail as Tiffany repeated the process with her second, and final ovary.

Penny's sex was beginning to cook in earnest now, sizzling merrily in the pan. The decadent aroma it was giving off was so thick that Tiffany could almost taste it. Both girls watched as Penny's lips parted, the special dressing that Tiffany had prepared from her ovaries dripping down into the center of her slit.

“Doesn't it look absolutely scrumptious?” Tiffany asked when she caught Penny looking.

“Yeah,” Penny admitted blushing at being caught staring, even though it was only at her own sex.

The beautiful cut of meat glistened in the light and Penny could tell that it had started to cook. Her once pale skin was turning a vivid red, with bits of brown waiting at the edges as it fried in the butter. Even though she could feel her life leaking out of her from the gaping gash between her legs, Penny couldn't manage to tear her gaze away. She watched as her pussy fried in the thickly buttered pan, watching it shift from red to an almost golden brown, filling the entire kitchen with a wonderful scent; announcing to the world that she was meat, truly meat, and more than that, she was almost done cooking. After a few timeless minutes, Penny's cunt looked good enough to eat; perfectly seasoned in her own juices and topped with Tiffany's secret Penny egg sauce. Despite not being particularly hungry, Penny's own mouth watered at the sight.

Tiffany turned off the heat and scooped her prize onto a plate with the spatula and put the plate on the scooping block between Penny's spread thighs, spinning it around so that it even faced the right direction.

“It's much nicer like this, isn't it?” Tiffany asked. “It was certainly fun before I fried it, but this is what it was meant for.”

Penny nodded, swallowing heavily. “Can I... Can I have a bite?” she asked, bringing a teasing grin to Tiffany's pouty lips.

“Of course you can,” she agreed, carving into the filet and cutting off a thick and meaty slice, dripping with flavor and Penny's own juices.

Tiffany stabbed it with her fork and brought it to Penny's only remaining set of lips.

Penny opened her mouth and accepted her mistress' final gift to her, allowing the meat past her own lips and perfect teeth to rest atop her tongue.

“MmmmmmmMM!” Penny moaned as she bit into her own meat. She was perfectly cooked. Tender and so succulent that she almost melted in her own mouth. Flavorful too. She tasted like sex, with her own sweat adding just a hint of salt. Penny groaned in ecstasy. She tasted incredible; and there was no doubt in her mind that if she still possessed her pussy, she'd be cumming right now just from the taste alone.

As if to prove her point, Tiffany's eyes bulged in euphoria as she took her first bite of Penny's perfectly seasoned sex.

“Holy shit! You taste amazing!” Tiffany exclaimed, her normally proper speech falling by the wayside in the face of her incredible experience. “Are you sure you want to be thrown out? If the rest of you is even half this delicious, I'd love to eat it,” Tiffany begged.

“I'm sure,” Penny stood firm. “I want you to remember me like this, the taste of my pussy on your lips,” she added, uncharacteristically boldly.

Tiffany nodded, biting into the succulent cut of meet she'd harvested from the girl in front of her, her teeth sinking easily into Penny's most tender cut. This would be the best way to remember her sub.

Tiffany looked down at her plate and wondered if she could spare another bite for Penny as a sort of last farewell. She frowned as she realized that there was only a bite or two left of the intelligent white girl's perfectly prepared cunt. She shook her head, no, she couldn't afford to spare any more, not if this was the only taste she'd be getting of her sub.

With obvious relish, Tiffany speared the last bite with her fork and bit down, savoring the subtle yet intense flavor of Penny's perfectly seasoned meat. She chewed, relishing the taste as it danced across her tongue and the swallowed almost mournfully, wanting more yet knowing there was none left to have.

“Did you enjoy it mistress?” Penny asked, panting as the hole between her thighs began to take its toll.

“You were fabulous, Penny,” Tiffany assured the lightly-freckled girl as she placed her plate in the sink. “But now that I'm finished eating, it's time to clean up.”

Penny watched, her heart quickening as her mistress bent over and opened the cupboard beneath the sink to grab a garbage bag, incidentally exposing her own tantalizingly brown cunt to Penny's gaze. Penny reached down to finger herself to the sight out of habit, the sight of Tiffany's soft petals, dewy with arousal still striking a heat in her like nothing else. She hissed as her fingers touched the edges of her wound, realizing what she'd done, what she'd let Tiffany do to her... Still she didn't regret it.

Tiffany straightened up an opened up the bag. Penny was fading fast and she wanted to get her out on the curbside before she croaked. She tenderly drew the plastic bag around Penny's slender legs and gently nudged her off the counter to fall into the bag. Tiffany was strong, but she stuggled a bit under the sudden weight as she strained to keep the bag from hitting the floor when Penny landed in it. She looked inside, and Penny looked back at her with longing. “Are you sure you want to be thrown out?” Tiffany asked one final time.

“More than anything,” Penny agreed, nodding.

Tiffany smiled. Thank you for the snack, Penny. You were delicious,” she paused, a sudden desire to tell her sub what had caused this moment seizing her. “I wasn't planning on snuffing you, you know,” Tiffany explained. “It's just, My mom is planning to use me for the main course over the holidays, and I couldn't stand the thought of someone else getting to sink their teeth into that juicy little cunt of yours instead of me.”

Penny smiled, her heart warmed by her mistress' possessiveness. While it might have been nice to live longer, she wasn't at all upset how this had turned out. With the last of her strength she lifted herself up and kissed Tiffany gently on the lips, whispering “Thank you” as she withdrew.

Tiffany tied up the bag with her former sub inside and carefully hauled it out to the curb. After that final tender moment, she couldn't bring herself to say anything else, not even goodbye.

THE END