Story Codes: Mg, exhib, forced, consensual, snuff, guro, public

FOR THE GOOD OF HUMANITY: FESTIVAL SACRIFICE

There's a small town in a rural area of the United States. The surrounding land is fertile and has been an important supplier of vegetables and grains for generations with some farms going as far back as before the ban on livestock. The Townies, as their farming neighbours call them, understand the importance of their hard working neighbours.

This was what gave birth to the yearly sacrifice. This wasn't some archaic practice to keep the land fertile, that would be stupid, but more of a community festival where stalls would be set up and various games could be played and tasty treats to be sold.

The sacrifice had to a virgin as well and since a girl didn't stay a virgin for long it was now a rule that only one little girl could be sacrificed. The Mayor, the girl's family and a few prize winners would get to partake in her meat while the rest would eat cuts for girls slaughtered within the last the week. The one rule of the day was that eating meat was forbidden until after the sacrifice which meant that no Meat Girls save for the sacrifice would be eaten that day.

That didn't mean the girls got to relax however as the sacrifice was chosen near the end of the festival, before the barbecue of course. The only females that were totally immune were the daughters and wives of the farmers who were seen as guests of honour.

The Mayor of the town stood at the entrance to the town square. Townies got free passes but tourists would pay for admission so to stop anyone from sneaking inside a temporary wall of mesh fences had been moved into position. If a woman was caught trying to sneak in she would be detained for Slaughter the following day.

“Welcome, good to see you,” The Mayor shook hands with resident and tourist alike, though he pretended to recognise people he was hopeless in that regard really. In the centre of the festival area was a large, active fountain and the Mayor enjoyed watching the children splash around. The boys wore modest swimming trunks while the girls, as was tradition during the festival, were naked.

The Mayor licked his lips as a group of middle school girls flashed their wristbands for free entry and he stood aside for them, eyeing their petite little bodies and fleshy bottoms as they disappeared into the crowd.

“Eyeing up my daughter sir?” said a voice suddenly and the Mayor flinched.

“Ah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Well it's hard not to look am I right?”

“Don't worry sir, just fucking with you,” he chuckled and slapped the Mayor on the shoulder but the man had no idea who this joking father was yet he pretended they had been friends for years.

“So which one was yours?” he inquired with a pleasant smile.

The father laughed loudly. “All of them sir, five daughters and still no son,” he sighed and pointed at his naked wife, “I'm thinking of having this bitch slaughtered, I love my daughters but I want an heir, you understand?”

The Mayor eyed his wife and smiled. “I'm sure she's a pleasant fuck at least?” he chose to be more casual with this fellow.

The man simply nodded his head then smiled, “You can have her then.”

“Maybe,” the Mayor said with a laugh then was slapped on the shoulder once again before the man and his wife took their leave. He sighed, rubbing the sore spot, he loved this little town but the Townies were a little rough at times. He felt something tug at his trouser leg and turned to see a small girl looking at him.

She couldn't have been more than seven. The little darling was naked as well though little girls her age hardly cared. “Hello,” he said in a friendly tone, getting on one knee in front of the sandy haired girl, “Are you here alone?”

The naked girl shook her head. “Three tickets please,” she said this like it had been rehearsed. The Mayor chuckled merrily and handed her the tickets after she paid with the money clenched in her little fist. “Thank you.” The girl then moved ahead, heading straight for the fountain. The parents approached.

“She took our tickets,” the wife said, slapping her hand to her forehead.

“Don't worry I can see the resemblance,” he assured the wife, also naked, “Are you tourists?” the couple nodded, “You do know there's a chance you're daughter will get picked right?”

“We know,” the husband spoke up, “I was told you're the Mayor, am I right?” The Mayor nodded, “Fancy that honey, the Mayor.”

“I can see him dear,” she rolled her eyes.

“I bet you've seen a lot of lovely ladies walk in today huh?”

“I've seen my fair share,” the Mayor admitted. He remembered every innocent little girl and every dutiful housewife and he was horny he could barely stand straight.

“Honey, why don't you help him out huh?” the Mayor started to protest but was quickly silenced, “Don't worry about it buddy, what else is a woman good for right?” The woman received a hard slap to her fleshy butt, “Save for meat of course.”

The woman rubbed her abused behind as she approached the Mayor. A friendly smile assured him that she did indeed want to do this and he watched her unzip his trousers and pull out his already hard cock. It was sticky with pre-cum after watching so many naked women and girls arrive.

Then he snapped himself out of the erotic stupor. “Sorry ma'am but I can't,” he said apologetically with a hint of frustration, “As much as I want too I'm not even allowed to masturbate today, I have a traditional role to play in the sacrifice later.”

The naked woman quickly stood up. “Sorry,” she said just as quickly, “You must think I'm such a slut.”

“That's not a bad thing,” he assured her, “You're husband is very lucky to have such an obedient wife,” he smiled pleasantly at the couple, “Enjoy the festival.” He waved them off and got back to waiting for more to arrive.

The afternoon was filled with laughter and good cheer and the Mayor felt a swelling of pride as the gates were finally closed in preparation for the sacrifice. There was still an hour to enjoy himself though and he partook in some fresh doughnuts, played a few games and spoke to the locals he did recognise. Just as the day was rolling into evening the town hall bell rang, signalling everyone to gather by a stage erected near the fountain.

The Mayor made sure he wasn't too sweaty, dipping his hand in the cool fountain water and wiping his face and forehead. He shook his shirt free of crumbs and made sure his laces were lied. With one last nervous lick of his lips he ascended the stage and faced the crowd.

“I see a lot of faces here today,” he said into a microphone, “Any good politician will say 'I see a lot of people I recognise' but any local will know the truth,” he forced a laugh, “I'm useless in that regard.” Thankfully the crowd laughed.

“It is my honour to serve you fine and hard working people as Mayor, especially if you live on one of the farms outside,” he waved a hand in front of him as he spoke, “And today we have all come together so that we may ALL honour the hard work and self sacrifice that went into keeping this wonderful nation fed during a time of famine.”

“Two hundred years ago our children would never have tasted real meat,” he stated with a grim expression, “Food was scarce in all regards and people went hungry more often than not.” For a time he stood in silence, letting his words sink in.

“So while we all enjoy the delicious barbecue later lets not forget the Grand Famine,” he bowed his head then let himself smile. “So who's hungry?” A cheer erupted from the crowd and the Mayor raised his arm, laughing merrily, “I suppose we better pick the lucky sacrifice then.”

A bingo ball was brought forward. Of course they couldn't fit the names of every little girl or teenager in attendance but each wrist band given to one had an ID on it. The first thing to do before picking a number however was pulling a random letter out of a hat to select a girl from one of three categories.

'H' meant high school, 'M' meant middle school 'E' meant elementary school. It was up to the Mayor and the other staff to make sure they took a girls age upon entry. The Mayor put his hand into the hat and shook the folded paper around a little. He then snapped one up and pulled it out.

He unfolded the small piece of paper and said. “Looks like someone won't be graduating Middle School,” he turned the scrap around even though nobody could really see the small red 'M' inked onto it.

“Would any girl of Middle School age please step forward,” the Mayor commanded, “Fathers, I must warn you that hiding your child from us will result in them and your wife being Slaughtered as well.”

Of course, no real man cared about his many daughters and so happily shooed her forward in hopes of having one less mouth to feed. Soon a mass of naked, underage flesh was on display and the mayor moved to the bingo ball. “If I call out the number on your wrist don't try to run,” he warned them, “Or I will have you enslaved,” he gave the crowd of naked girls a hard stare, “You can either die relatively painlessly or live in nothing but pain.”

He begun to turn the handle, waiting for one ball to find its way out and end a little girl's life. Finally, with a little clacking sound, a small white ball rolled down the chute and into his waiting hand. “Ah,” he chuckled, “The meaning of life itself, how ironic,” the crowd seemed puzzled, “Would number 42 please come on stage?”

The Mayor smiled as the crowd laughed at his joke. Soon he noticed movement in the crowd of naked girls as one was ushered to the front by the rest. The Mayor lowered himself so that he could hold a hand out for the girl when she appeared in front of him. She was truly beautiful, a head of thick brown hair fell down her back, her skin was smooth and flawless and her childish body had barely started to grow.

“Hello,” he said in a friendly tone, “Take my hand and we'll get this done.” The girl was nervous, it was only natural though as she wasn't even tagged. The girl put her soft little hand into his then the Mayor pulled her up on stage. “What's your name sweetheart?” he then asked her.

“M-Malorie,” she managed to stammer out.

“Are you a local?”

“No, we were driving by in our RV and saw the signs for the festival.”

Poor mite, if only they had kept on driving. “How old are you Malorie?” She told him that she was twelve and the Mayor nodded. “Now Malorie I understand it would be easier to ask you this but I need to know if your a virgin,” the Mayor told her, “So please stand with your legs apart and let me check, can't just take your word for it right?”

The crowd watched intently as the little girl moved her legs apart, exposing the cleft of her immature young pussy. Next the Mayor got down on one knee and gently spread her soft lips apart before lightly sticking a finger into her slightly dry cunt. Sure enough, she still had her innocence.

The Mayor stood back and placed his hands on the blushing maidens pale shoulders. “Doesn't she look lovely,” he stated, “Lets hear it for the pretty little animal!”

The crowd applauded the doomed middle schooler. The Mayor then ran his hands down her hides, clasping her straight hips and stroking her small bottom with his thumbs. “Don't worry,” he said quietly to her, “It'll all be over soon.”

“I'm scared,” she said back in a shaky voice, “Will it hurt?” The girl turned her head to try and meet his eyes, “I don't want it to hurt.”

The Mayor sighed before reaching around and pinching both of her puffy little nipples. “You're a Meat Girl now,” he said as he fondled the little girl in front of the crowd, “What you want simply doesn't matter now.” The girl squeaked when he squeezed her nipples hard. “Now, I'm going to fuck you in front of all these people.”

“What!” the girl exclaimed loudly, “Why, I thought you needed a virgin?”

“No I just wanted to fuck a virgin,” the Mayor chuckled as he turned the girl around, “Now, on your knees Meat!” The crowd was chattering with excitement, watching as the lucky Mayor got the honour of tenderising the Meat. The Meat Girl hesitated however so the Mayor grabbed her shoulders then forced her down in front of him.

“There we go,” he said pleasingly, “Now open your mouth, that's it,” the girl seemed to understand that he was in charge and obidiently opened her mouth. Next the Mayor unzipped his fly and pulled out his already hard member. A day of pent up arousal had caused it to become stinky and not a little smelly.

“Suck it,” he told her, “If you bite me however I'll pull out your teeth.” The girl gave him a fearful look and he sighed. “Don't be scared,” he said softly, “We're not here to frighten you, you're Meat now so just enjoy this.”

The girl gave a meek little nod and leaned forward, her soft lips wrapped around the Mayor's rigid member and it was pleasant at first but sadly the girl was inexperienced. “Use your tongue,” he tried to say encouragingly but his annoyance shone through. The girl made an admirable effort however and he soon felt an orgasm fast approaching thanks to the trials of the day.

Just as he was about to cum, he pushed the girl away and began to jerk off in front of her. His semen sprayed over her young face and coated her flat body. She flinched as his hot juice hit her but otherwise stayed kneeling. The crowd clapped and cheered. The Mayor eyed the girl's little cunt hungrily.

He picked her up easily in his strong arms and turned her cum soaked body around to face the still cheering crowd. He then slipped his arms underneath the girls knees and held her legs open as he carried, baring her pussy to the entire crowd. The girl blushed heavily and squeaked in embarrassment.

She leaned her small body against his manly chest and covered her face in her hands. The Mayor ignored the animal's crying however and instead lowered her down so that she was hovering just above his cock.

He pushed his cock into her tight opening the girl screeched loudly. Her tongue poked out of her open mouth and her eyes widened in shock. He hushed her gently as he begun to thrust and she was pleasantly wet already. As he fucked this little girl, open legged before a crowd of strangers, he begun to love his job.

Soon her pained screams softened to pleasant moaning. The Mayor let his darkest thoughts swirl through hid mind as the little girl became putty in his arms. “That's right,” he thought, “You bitches are all the same, you pretend to be humans but at the end of the day you'll come out in public naked and let us men kill and eat you,” he couldn't suppress a chuckle, “Even as kids you're only useful for fucking or eating.”

“H-how could you say such awful things?” He heard the girl say through her moans.

The Mayor smiled. “You weren't meant to hear that.”

“I...I kinda like it” the Mayor then noticed that the girl was moving her hips as he fucked her, she was turned on by his words.

“Little whore,” he whispered, grabbing the skin of her open thigh and pinching it hard, “You like being Meat after all don't you?”

“Y-yes,” the girl moaned, “I like this.”

“You like being fucked in public,” he pinched her even harder causing her to cry out, “Say it!”

“I like being fucked in public!” the girl went beet red as she realised she had cried out the sentence. The crowd chuckled though no one was going to complain about what an Animal said. The Mayor cummed and the girl followed a moment later. He then lifted her off his cock, now pink with blood soaked cum, and had the girl clean it.

Now it was time for the sacrifice. He took the girl by the wrist wordlessly after putting his cock away and led her to a large post with handcuffs attached to it at the back of the stage. They were a little high for her but with no means of adjusting them the girl was left hanging off the floor a little. She looked quite the sight, naked and exposed with semen covering her childish body and pink semen leaking from her little cunt.

His role was done, it was time to let the professional do the actual killing. He stood aside as the town butcher approached the Sacrifice. The Butcher was wearing a ceremonial robe and in his hand was an ornate dagger that had been used in this ritual since the first child was killed by this very fountain.

“And so we come to the climax of our time with Malroie,” the Mayor said sullenly to the crowd, “Let us not forget her sacrifice, and though she is not a local she has submitted honourably for our little town.”

The Butcher approached the child and leaned forward, kissing her gently on the forehead.

“And as we enjoy her meat let us not forget those who starved during the Great Famine, and that we eat so well only because they took drastic measures and changed our way of thinking for the better.”

The Butcher stood back and bowed his head before placing the sharp dagger at the girls quivering chest. She took sharp breaths, causing her flat chest to rise and fall quickly.

“And may Malorie die quickly, any last words?” The Mayor turned to Malorie who only said the typical 'I love you Mom and Dad line'.

The Butcher stabbed the girl in the heart. Her head slumped forward after a small squeal and the deed was done. Malorie was dead. Next the Butcher disembowelled her and deposited her guts into a bucket. The Mayor stood and watched, lamenting only slightly for the waste of such a fine cunt.

Next the head was removed for preserving and the Butcher got to work de-boning her little body before separating her body into cuts. The cunt steak would be separated down the middle for the parents and the rest would be shared evenly.

Finally the barbecue started and Townie and Tourist alike enjoyed the meat on offer. Malorie went down well, she was a tasty young lady and well cooked. She was so small that were no leftovers however and her inedible remains were given an honourable place of rest in the town mausoleum dedicated to the Meat Girls sacrificed every year.

All in all it was a good festival...