This is the conclusion of my 'Zoe in the Harem' story. It's the longest section because I didn't want it to turn into another one. I am really happy with how this turned out, this last segment is one of my favorite things I have written, and i do hope you all enjoy <3 <3



Zoe didn’t remember falling asleep, having her IV unhooked, or being carried upstairs, nor anything after dinner, but that seemed to be what had happened. She woke up in a nice soft bed, still wearing the gym shorts and pullup from the previous day.


Zoe glanced on either side and saw that she was snuggled between two of her new sisters, Tina and Shauna, a pair of half black, half Asian actual twin sisters. Both were comfortably ‘table weight’ and didn’t expect to live out the year, a fact that hadn’t seemed to bother either of them. Tina had eagerly described to her new loli buddy how she wanted to be stuffed and oven roasted with vibrators in both holes, cumming the entire time she was going. Shauna was more of a romantic, wanting one last night of gentle lovemaking before going to the guillotine. Zoe had only encountered Gimli and Nixon briefly the night before and was told they didn’t spend much time here, but the two sisters seemed confident they would get their wishes, the harem daddies were nice like that.



The girls had been awake but not motivated to get up. When they noticed Zoe waking, she was immediate squeezed tight between her squishy new sisters, and showered with affectionate kisses and flirty whispers. The skinny loli relished in all of this. She had been ignored and neglected or abused for almost every day of her short life to this point, the closest she could remember to affection in all of her years on the streets was the man who had sodomized her and then given her bacon and eggs. He had tousled her hair as he left. Before arriving here, Zoe thought that might have been the closest to being loved that she ever got, and now affection was her drug. Her drug would kill her, it would land her on the table, and Zoe didn’t mind. She was going to pack as much living as possible into every day between her rebirth in that medical ward and her death in the kitchen.



It took some coaxing to get Zoe out of bed, but one mention of hot biscuits and gravy turned out to be pretty good motivation. The older girls led her into the bathroom and stripped their loli, telling her that even though she was allowed the gym shorts a bit longer, it was more in the spirit of the harem for her to be nude, something Zoe didn’t really object to. The pullup was discarded, she didn’t need it now that she wasn’t drugged. She was still unsteady on her feet, the rape really had done damage, but when the twins got her in the shower they put her on a seat built into it. Tina cranked up the water and the three girls spent almost an hour rubbing and kissing and scrubbing each other. Each ate both of the other two to orgasm, a delightful experience. The older girls tasted different from the girls Zoe had gotten intimate with on the street, a savory taste, meaty and flavorful, which she was informed came from supplements in the food to improve flavor after cooking. At this, she had looked up from her position beneath Shauna and grinned ‘Well it’s not just good cooked!’, which got some laughs, then went back to making Shauna moan. Tina went to work on the loli, and by the time they got out and wrapped her in large, obscenely fluffy towels that felt like being wrapped in a cloud, Zoe wasn’t the only one with unsteady legs.


They went downstairs, Zoe could smell good things. She had been painfully full the night before, but her body was trying to make up for lost time and she was famished again. The other girls greeted the three of them warmly, they still seemed legitimately happy to see Zoe. There were lots of hugs and kisses and head pats all over again, Zoe was hugged tight against lots of massive tits, which was downright intoxicating. Zoe had never thought about her sexuality much on the streets, very few encounters were really for pleasure, and even most of those were ‘do these things in this order to get an orgasm’ regardless of the gender or bits the other person had, but she quickly decided that she was very, very gay and she loved it.


Eventually they steered her to the kitchen, where once again, Zoe was confronted with more food than she had eaten in her entire life. There was fresh fruit in bowls, and Zoe very much wanted to have some of that, but the rest of the spread was more clearly geared to weight gain. Bacon, hot and greasy and crispy, next to sausage and sausage gravy. Rolls and croissants with butter and hazelnut spread, Eggs cooked in pans greased with girl fat, whole milk and sugary juices and pancakes and French toast and so many other wonderful things. The kind man who sodomized her had bought Zoe low-end diner eggs and bacon, the overcooked pork type. The girl bacon looked and smelled SO good! The older girls helped Zoe load up her plate. She sat and made a little sandwich of bacon and eggs on a fluffy buttered biscuit. Zoe bit into her creation and was pretty sure there was a tiny orgasm mixed into that rush of endorphins. She ate every bite on her plate, then Tiffany came back around, Zoe was so happy to see her friend again, she’d been surprised to wake up with someone other than her guardian angel from her days asleep.


Tiffany hugged her enthusiastically, she had come to really care for the baby, and insisted on refilling her plate, smiling widely “You’ll never hit table weight on one plate a meal” she teased, tickling Zoe on her clearly visible ribs, Zoe giggled happily. She cleared her second plate and did get another although the third was a bit lighter, with the fruit she had been drawn to. As she was leaning back and already starting to feel the belly ache, Tiffany leaned over “Oh, and Daddies arranged a little surprise for you after breakfast!” The meal lasted almost another hour, Zoe talked and played with a number of the girls, but she was so full, she spent a good bit of that time cuddled up against Tiffany, feeling sluggish. Tiffany told her that new girls usually weren’t able to keep up with the eating here and needed frequent naps. She would adjust before too long.


After breakfast, all the girls went to the backyard to see what the surprise for Zoe might be. Zoe stopped in her tracks when she saw the Badgers. Mike and Emma and all of the other members who had raped her, who had killed the old Zoe. Tiffany was holding her hand for support on account of Zoe still being unsteady, and she would have fallen right then if not for the older girl. Her blood froze, she remembered every detail of the attack, of the gang members forcing themselves on her. She remembered the tearing and cracking as they broke her little body, her spine still hurt from their kicks, she could still taste the blood in her mouth. She paled, but these Badgers were not a danger today. Each one stood on a stool, each one had their hands tied, and each one had a rope around their neck.


Tiffany read a note that Gimli had given her. They could not be around, something came up at a harem in another town, but the police had given Gimli and Nixon the traffic camera recording of that night. They had nabbed everyone involved that night, and Zoe was free to hang them. She could also let them go if she wanted, but there was no obligation. Zoe looked at Tiffany with doubt in her eyes. The older girl whispered “It’s not a trap, it’s not a test. They actually did this for another girl last year. Her attackers put her in a wheelchair, she didn’t last long, but our Daddies have a real sense of justice. And don’t worry about the rest of them, the gang tried to retaliate last year as well, security killed them all. It’s all just entirely up to you.”


Zoe nodded and hugged her new sister, then whispered a request in her ear. Tiffany smirked “I’d love to”. The two of them went up to the group, all of whom were gagged. Emma was first, an athletic type with abs and a big rack. She looked at Zoe with fear. Most of the street kids shed their fear of death, it came too randomly and too easily out there. The Badgers were different, they became immune from some of the worst danger when they died, and too many forgot how little they were worth. Zoe saw many scared faces in this bunch. She nodded at Tiffany and the older girl pulled the stool for her, helping Zoe sit down on it as Emma started her dance of death


Emma was tall and strong and very fit. She had been an enforcer for the Badgers, and before and since joining, she had beaten Zoe more than once before the day the old Zoe had died. Reborn Zoe couldn’t be bothered to pity her. She watched the bully kick and hop, her large breasts bouncing, her firm abs fluttering, strong legs flailing. Zoe sat on the stool and watched Emma die, watched her face turn purple, watched bloody drool slide down her protruding and swollen tongue, watched a drop of blood trickle from her nose, and finally watched Emma’s movements slow until one of her worst tormentors hung limp in the rope, no longer able to hurt Zoe or anyone else, and hopefully burning in Hell. Zoe felt a weight slide off of her as Emma’s bladder relaxed.


Zoe and Tiffany went up and down the line, hanging one Badger after another. Some cried, some begged, some cursed and threatened her, all died in miserable agony. Mike was left for last, shaking as Zoe as Tiffany approached him. He was only a couple years older than the loli, in another era, he would have been ‘too young to die’. Zoe brought a stool and sat right in front of him “Hi Mike” she said calmly, her voice not giving away the emotion burning under the surface. He opened his mouth, Zoe cut him off “ Don’t speak, just listen.”


“You were one of the closest people I had to a friend out there. We were never close, but before you were a Badger, my days with you usually involved reasonable sex and a night where neither of us were as cold when we tried to sleep. A lot of times we could even make a meal between us. There were no good days out there, but those days were better. I smiled when I saw you……and then you joined a gang, and the next time you saw me, you and your friends raped and beat me within an inch of my life. I would have died on that street if I hadn’t been brought here”. Zoe stood, leaning on Tiffany to steady her “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” Mike was as white as a sheet, and he stammered “ I….I’m so sorry Zoe, I shouldn’t have done that, none of us should have, it was wrong” he looked up and down the line at the purple faced lumps of meat that had been his friends “P…please don’t do this to me”. Zoe’s face twisted in an odd mix of rage and humor, she let go of Tiffany and took a few painful steps until she could lean against Mike, whispering for his ears only “Fate is funny sometimes. You probably don’t remember, but those exact words are the last thing I said before you and your friends put me in a coma”. His eyes went wide, just before Zoe pulled that last stool herself and sat, spending the next 15 minutes watching him die. Her legs hurt so badly after those few steps that Tiffany had to carry her back inside, but Zoe was happy.

No more nightmares.




Epilogue
15 years later


Zoe was surrounded by her family, she had spent more than half of her 27 years here, and it was not ‘the harem’ and her ‘harem family’ anymore, she hadn’t thought that way in many years. This was home, and this was her family, these were her sisters. She still had a picture of herself and Tiffany on her wall, Tiffany had been slaughtered and cooked just a few weeks after she helped Zoe hang her bullies. Zoe still kept a lock of her hair, and the memories from those few weeks were some of her most treasured. Zoe had held her hand as Tiffany had died, without fear, without regret. Tina and Shauna had been right in their predictions, they had been slaughtered together for Christmas the year Zoe arrived, in the ways they had hoped for. Zoe had seen so many sisters come and go over the years, dined on so many dear friends, and it never felt like a loss. She missed them sometimes, but they were still part of her home, part of her family. They had fed the family, and soon Zoe would join them, would do the same. When she had come here, Zoe hadn’t feared death, but she hadn’t actively welcomed it, she just hadn’t really cared. Now, after seeing how beautiful a thing it was, she looked forward to feeding the family.


Zoe had grown into a woman. The scrawny, underfed loli was gone. Zoe was definitely table weight now, she was all curves. She could look in the mirror and see in her own flesh the steaks that had nourished her so well. She could see the bacon, her rump would feed many hungry girls. And she had gained the huge and heavy breasts that on Tiffany had been her first real exposure to this wonderful happy world. Her own were actually larger, soft and warm and welcoming. They had taken in many cold lolis from the streets over the years, and Zoe took a special joy in holding them, in keeping them warm and letting them know they were safe. There was a loli in her arms right now in fact.


Zoe smiled fondly at the girl. Sarah was 14 and had just come a few weeks ago. She was still skinny enough for Zoe to feel her heart break, for the older girls to be extremely protective and take great pleasure in spoiling her whenever they could. She held Zoe’s hand, leaned into her warm embrace and asked “Do you have to?” with big puppy dog eyes. Zoe remembered feeling that way for Tiffany, she couldn’t understand how the older girl was so at peace, she understood now. Zoe kissed Sarah on the forehead “ You’ll see one day honey, this is not a bad thing. This is what allows the next girl, the next Zoe to have the same wonderful life I’ve had. I told you about the bad days before I came here, but I wouldn’t change them. If I hadn’t been attacked that day, I might not be here, and I want to play my part in making this as happy a place for you as it has been for me. I want this”.


Zoe stood up, Sarah still holding her hand, and they walked to the kitchen, stopping for Zoe to hug and kiss every single sister on the way there. By the time they had hugged the last and gotten to the kitchen, Zoe could hardly stand. She had never recovered properly from that night in the alley and couldn’t stand without pain for more than a couple minutes, but she didn’t mind. Daddy Gimli was there, he embraced her lovingly and helped get her up on the counter. Zoe laid back, felt Sarah squeeze her hand. Zoe felt the cold knife on her neck and took one last breath. As she felt the cold bite of her throat being opened, and then almost immediately felt numbness and her world went dark, Zoe was happy, and at the end, what she had told Sarah was true, she wouldn’t change a thing.


Zoe was delicious