Another story in the same horrible world!

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Thot Audit: A Meat Machines Story

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“Alrighty, you sexy boys, MandaBabe and I are gonna take a little breakie. We’ll be back in a few minutes and then we’re going to play some SpaceRace!”

“And maybe kiss a little, MWAH!” Manda said, planting a smooch on TotallyEmily’s cheek. The two girls bounced their lingerie-clad titties at the camera, giggled, and stepped away.

Emily pushed the mute button and stretched, vigorously rubbing her dyed-blue buzz cut. “Jeez, I can’t believe we’ve been going for two hours already,” she said, pushing her hands into the small of her back. “Money, though. I always get a shitload when I have you on with me, ‘cause they want to see us suck face.”

Manda shrugged. “Fuck it, they’re paying enough. Would you be mad if I told you I’ve got, like, ten more dudes signed up just from today?”

“Shit, really?!” Emily said. “I gotta check my notifications, I better be getting some of that cash.”

They stood poking at their phones for a few minutes off-camera, sipping energy drinks.

“How’s the day job?” Emily said.

Manda rolled her eyes. “I got fucked on the counter again. Swear I’m gonna quit that shit as soon as I get a few month’s rent in the bank from streaming.”

“Was he cute?”

Manda considered. “Yeah, I guess so. He had a big dick, though, and he wasn’t exactly the tender and sensitive type. I’m still sore.”

“Sounds sorta hot,” Emily teased. “I don’t mind a nice big one now and then, but you’re so tiny. . .”

Manda had a hard, tight little gymnast’s body, a pleasant contrast to Emily’s lush curves that played well on stream. She wrinkled her nose.

“Yeah, but it kinda takes me out of the mood when he’s pushing my face against a filthy counter and getting mayonnaise in my hair.”

“Gross, in your hair? That’s just common courtesy not to get it in her hair.” Emily wrinkled her nose. “You know last time I sucked a guy off on stream he blasted all over my braids? Said he got ‘caught up in the moment.’”

“Ew, is that why you got the buzz cut? Caught up in the moment my ass, they just like making life hard for a couple of hard-working girls.”

“Guilty as charged.” Emily scraped her fingernails through her close-cropped blue hair. “Feels kinda neat short, though, you know?”

“Glad it was just mayo in mine,” Manda said, shaking out her own long, blonde-pink mane. “We better get back to the stream.”

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“Hello there, sexy boys!” Emily chirped, plopping her generous bottom into her gamer chair. “You’ll never guess what MandaBabe and I were getting up to off camera!”

She giggled coquettishly, licking her lips, and Manda winked at the audience.

“Did you boys know Manda’s still got a day job? And get this. . .”

Emily leaned in to her microphone. “She totally got railed right in public earlier today! How fucking hot is that?!”

Manda raised her hands in a gesture of helplessness. “It’s true, boys! A big, strong, handsome man bent me right over a restaurant counter and totally fucked me silly!”

The chat went wild. Lewd emojis mixed with comments about wanting to see the dirty deed in person, and of course the perpetual question of where Manda worked so the viewers could come see her.

It wasn’t unheard of for streamers to get doxxed, or to foolishly reveal too many details about themselves, and it usually didn’t go well – the options for a streamer whose home or place of business became known were essentially to go into seclusion, or to accept the fact that your life was going to turn into an endless succession of anonymous strangers accosting you for public sex.

That rarely ended happily for the streamer. Lots of them wound up just surrendering to it, their streams turning into little more than never-ending gangbangs. Of course, once the mystique was dead, viewership dropped, money dried up, and what exactly were the career prospects of a girl whose public life had turned into nothing but getting fucked raw over and over on camera?

Manda shivered. Getting raw dogged in public once every few days was normal enough for a service industry worker. But dozens of times a day? She’d break completely in weeks. She’d never save up enough to get to college and get a real job.

With an effort, she drew her attention back to the stream and lit her face up with an artificial smile.

“Sorry, I was kinda checked out there, Emily!” she said, sighing dreamily. “Just thinking about that man pushing me down on the counter. He didn’t even pull my shorts down, just tugged the crotch aside and. . . BAM! I was soooooo fucked!”

She remembered the mayo in her hair and the hard-punching rod bruising her insides.

“I love being manhandled, Emily, you know that. He could have done absolutely anything with me and I would have thanked him!”

Two thoughts swirled in her head – It’s not true. I wish it wasn’t true. It’s not true. I wish. . .

“That’s right, you whore!” Emily said, pinching one of Manda’s nipples, and the two girls filled a few minutes of airtime with a feigned slap-fight, resulting in one of Emily’s juicy tits popping out of her bra, and a flood of donations.

A paid chat message popped up on the screen. Someone had spent $100.00 to draw their attention to his question –

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hey cunts see any meat machines lately?? lol
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Emily frowned prettily. “Kinda rude, my guy,” she said, then slid easily back into her bubbly stream-slut persona. “But yeah, I saw one just the other day in fact!”

“Ooh, tell me!” Manda said, bouncing in her seat.

“Some dumb chick got caught shoplifting, can you believe that?” Emily said. “There were a couple of guys in the store and they held her down until the meat machines got there. I tell you, if you think Manda was fucked, you should’ve seen this bitch when the boys were done with her!”

“God, I bet she was completely covered in cum,” Manda said, trying to put an envious twist on her voice. She felt slightly sick.

“Just dripping with it,” Emily said, curving her mouth around the word like she was sucking it off. “Anyways, the meat machine – it was just one – read off her sentence, popped a noose around her neck, and YANK! It jerked her right off her feet and just held her up!”

She mimicked the robot’s motion above Manda’s head. “You should’ve seen her kick! Those machines may look skinny, but boy are they strong. She didn’t stand a chance!”

“Fuck, she sure didn’t,” Manda said. She didn’t stand a chance, not one chance, she never had a chance. “Gets you wet just thinking about it, doesn’t it?”

Another paid message popped up ¬– $50.00 to say

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Love watching you sluts get so horny over another slut getting snuffed. So hot!
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“We can’t help, it boys,” Emily said, fluttering her eyelashes. “I guess we’re just born to be snuff sluts, lol!”

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$50.00 – How would you want them to do you? And don’t say “lol” out loud, you sound like a retard.
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“Uuuuugh, dude, don’t be such a killjoy!” Manda broke in. “Let her say lol.”

She leaned over towards Emily. “After all, she’s a retard whether she says it or not!” she said, and stuck her tongue in Emily’s left ear.

Emily shrieked with laughter and put her hand to her chin in a thinking position. “Well, I don’t know. . .” she said. “I’d like something a little more intimate, you know? Strangling, maybe. Manda?”

Fuck. Try to smile.

Manda pressed her left hand to her stomach to calm the butterflies. “Oh, you know me, Emily!” she said. “I’m fine with anything, as long as it’s not too fast. I’d want to really. . . feel it, y’know?”

She slid her hand down her belly and performatively cupped her panty-covered pussy, rolling her hips seductively. The raw sexuality helped quiet her jitters.

That’s why they make us cum before they kill us, she thought, and wondered why she hadn’t considered it before.

There was a knock on the bedroom door behind them, and Emily whipped around, glaring.

“Mom, I’m streaming! Can’t it wait?”

The door opened, and Manda followed Emily’s suddenly shocked gaze.

Framed in the doorway was Emily’s curvy mother, completely nude, toes dangling inches off the ground. Behind her, arm around her midsection, was one of the meat machines.

“I tried to tell them you were streaming, honey,” Emily’s mom said breathlessly, her face flushed red with the effects of an electrically-forced orgasm. “They just said something about ‘aiding and abetting,’ a-and then they graded me, and I thin-HGGGGHHHKHHH!”

The woman’s stream of words was cut off by the meat machine setting the tip of its butcher knife to her neck and dragging it sideways. Blood gushed out over her naked breasts and belly, squirting over the carpet.

It had been maybe a few seconds, and all of a sudden a woman Manda knew as a slightly dim, very stacked MILF who made amazing chocolate chip cookies was now meat. Forced into a last orgasm, dragged into her own daughter’s bedroom, and slaughtered like a pig in front of an audience of thousands.

“Conversion complete.”

Emily’s horrified scream was cut short by the meat machine raising a black-gloved hand. Instantly she clapped her hands to her mouth, holding in her shriek by force, knowing the consequences of disobedience.

“Emilia Petra Jones?”

Numb, Emily nodded. Her mother’s body was still wriggling in the thing’s grip, the flow of blood slowing, and hot, quiet tears flowed down over Emily’s hands as two robotic creatures stepped into the bedroom.

“Based on digital analysis and your tax records, you have been convicted in absentia of the crime of tax evasion and sentenced to immediate conversion.”

The voice was cold and clinical. Manda dimly heard the pinging of notifications and glanced at the screen.

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$100.00 – Fuckin hope they get you too MandaBabe, I want to see you fuckin die you thot
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A hand touched Manda’s shoulder.

“Amanda Marie Baines?”

Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. After three tries, she managed to squeak out “Yes, but please. . . I-I swear to God I paid my taxes for my streaming!”

“You have been convicted in absentia of aiding and abetting Emilia Petra Jones’s crime of tax evasion and sentenced to immediate conversion.”

A rushing sound seemed to fill Manda’s ears. She couldn’t be hearing that right.

The faint crackling sound of electricity filled the room, and Manda mechanically looked over to see Emily bent forwards over her chair, stripped nude, a probe stuffed up her cunt, zapping her as she was graded.

“Grade A,” the robot said, and there were pings as the stream chat erupted.

Manda could barely move. Her throat felt clogged with something, worse than the last time she’d been facefucked unconscious and woken with a sore throat.

Robotic hands pulled her out of her chair and she stood, listlessly looking down at Emily as her friend shivered and tensed with an artificial electric orgasm. She didn’t even feel the meat machine slicing her lingerie off, to remote cheers from the chat.

A chilly arm wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up over the robot’s shoulder, displaying her pussy to the chat for a moment before it was unceremoniously filled by a probe. Manda felt the strange sensation of the grading shocks, like little fingers probing through her muscle and meat and organs, and for reasons she didn’t understand she looked back at the stream chat.

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Bet she’s a B lol
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she’s A in my books idiot
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I’ll never get to fuck this bitch noooo it’s not fair!
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$75 – I reported TotallyEmily, soooooo fucking glad I get to see this glorious day, die thots!
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The hero we needed lol
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fucker I wanted to screw that blue-haird pussy
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Her mom was hotter, can see where Emily got her ass
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MILFs still kicking, look at her fat butt, wish I was there to fuck it
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Manda stared, barely comprehending the chat messages. She heard the words “Grade A,” and then the probe was prodding her clit, and her last orgasm blasted through her body, hurricane-strong.

There was a sudden blurring and whirling of her vision as the robot spun her around to face Emily and gripped her tight, leaving her staring straight at her fellow streamer.

The meat machine wrangling Emily had pushed her into her chair and cuffed her wrists and ankles to the chair’s arms. Her pussy and breasts faced the camera, and the chat pinged with appreciation for the view.

“I’m suh-sorryyyyy!” Emily wailed, and for a moment Manda thought she was apologizing to her, or maybe to her dead mother.

Then the blue-haired streamer jerked against her bonds, her big tits shaking. “Please don’t kill me, I swear I’ll pay, I didn’t mean it, just take Manda, don’t kill me I’m sorryyyyy!”

Manda suddenly hated her.

Too little, too late, you selfish whore.

Chat pinged.

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$25 – hope you slut’s enjoyed those last cums!
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Manda felt very, very tired and very, very scared.

The machine standing behind Emily’s chair raised its arms like a showman. It knew it had an audience and reacted as its programming dictated.

“Phase one,” it intoned somberly. “Disembowelment.”

Emily’s despairing wail was cut off almost immediately by a gloved hand around her mouth as the machine’s right arm descended in a wickedly slow arc that ended with the point of its butcher knife just barely touching the skin of her pubic mound, right above her tiny dyed-blue patch of hair.

Her skin shrank away from the point and she squeezed her eyes shut, bleating through the metal-and-plastic hand gagging her.

Time slowed down for Manda as the meat machine pushed the knife down, sliding just a few inches of sharp steel into Emily’s belly, and then drew it slowly up her quivering body.

The blade sliced easily through skin, fat and muscle, and Manda could hear a snapping noise from Emily’s mouth as her jaw clenched impossibly tight. A red line followed the knife up Emily’s torso, and then her intestines came bulging out, like an alien creature escaping a human womb.

Blackclad hands dipped inside that wound, scooping out a mass of steaming innards, and Manda forced her face into a cruel carelessness.

Serves you right, you bitch, serves the bitch fucking right, serves her right, oh my God, oh my God, they’re pulling her guts out, it serves her right, oh my God please no, please not me, serves her, oh God. . .

The machine’s hand was off Emily’s mouth, but she could only stare helplessly at the robot pulling coil after coil out of her mutilated belly. Her mouth was open, blood streaming down from a badly bitten tongue, her breasts were heaving as she tried to catch her breath, but the only things coming out were tiny little squeaks.

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close your mouth you dumb bitch
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Emily’s glassy eyes fixated on the chat, and obediently she snapped her mouth shut, idiot noises leaking out through clenched teeth as she was forcibly gutted.

After an eternity, there was a pile of gore on the carpet that seemed far too large to have ever fit into Emily’s body.

Good, good, that’s right, that’s what you deserve, Manda hissed in her mind as the meat machine lifted its hands again.

“Phase two: Debreasting.”

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FUCK YES CUT THOSE FAT FUCKING MILKERS OFF GOD ABOVE I AM IN HEAVEN
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Wordlessly, the machine unspooled a length of wire so thin it seemed to shimmer in the air. Emily gurgled through her closed mouth, wriggling as far back in the chair as she could, but wriggle as she might the robot still looped the wire gently around her left breast.

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$50.00 – please please pLEASE Manda I know Emily is fuckin done but before you die PLEASE tell me what city you are in I have got to taste that bitch’s titties I will drive across the country
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the machines told us their names fuckin retard just google them and don’t give these dead cunts any more money
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Emily stared helplessly down at her rack. Her nipples were hard, sticking straight out with terror, agony and weird excitement.

The meat machine slowly but firmly tightened the wire, and Emily let out a sharp sob as she felt it bite into the tender skin of her precious puppies.

The wire cut through skin and fat so easily that it didn’t seem to give any resistance at all, and Emily threw back her head, the high-pitched keening of a suffering animal seeming to come straight from her throat.

Manda gasped when at last the cut was complete and that beautiful breast that she’d sucked on so many times simply flopped off Emily’s chest.

She barely even felt the steely arms encircling her, the grip holding her helpless to wait her turn for her own horror. All of her attention was focused on what was happening to Emily, the useless little shakes of her head as the machine wrapped the reddened wire around her remaining breast.

Terrified beyond all reason, Emily’s whole body was shuddering, her torn belly tensing, making more blood pour out of the opening where she’d been gutted. Her eyes were open as wide as they could possibly open, totally unable to tear her gaze from what was happening to her as her right breast peeled away from her body to join her left on the floor.

“Phase three: Death by aural penetration.”

Neither of the girls quite understood what the thing meant until it reached around from behind the back of the chair and took Emily’s head in its hands. It pointed her gasping, horror-stricken face at the camera, put its thumbs at her ears, and pushed.

Emily had just enough energy for one final, frenzied spurt of activity, her body banging left and right in the chair as she tried to get away from the terrible pressure in her ears, those metal thumbs pressing in and making her feel like her head was going to come apart completely.

There were pops as the robot shoved its thumbs past Emily’s eardrums, crushing bone and ripping tissue until the inexorable digits were digging into her brain.

Emily’s eyes went wild, zooming crazily around in their sockets as her grey matter was ruthlessly ruined by the meat machine. Her mouth flapped, her already wounded tongue flopping out to be cut completely in half as her jaws snapped shut again.

“Hghhhh, hgggg, ghkkhh, haghjja. . .”

Emily toes curled, her fingers clenching and unclenching as the machine bored deeper into her skull, and then there was a last shiver. Her left eye rolled straight up, her right half-closing, locked on the camera.

“Conversion complete.”

The machine took its thumbs out of Emily’s savaged brain, little wet pops coming as it pulled them from her ears. Her body was still spasming, but she was completely done.

Manda leaned back against the machine holding her. Distantly, she realized she was whispering “Please be fast, please be fast, please be fast.”

That was it. Her last wish. She couldn’t look at the machines, so she looked at Emily and her mother, at the blood and brains pouring from Emily’s ears, at the way her mother’s juicy ass was still quivering, sticking up in the air where she’d been dropped by the machine that had killed her.

Just make it fast, I was lying, please let them not have heard me say I want it slow, please let them just cut my throat, I don’t want what Emily got, I don’t want it, I don’t want it, I don’t want this!

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hear that lying cunt say she wasnts it fast?
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Don’t believe her! She just said she likes it NICE. AND. SLOW. And SEXY!!
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SNUFF HER SLOW! CARVE HER CUNT OUT AND MAKE HER EAT IT!!!!
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Twist her legs off at the knee, FUCK that would be SO HOTTTTT ugggh
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Manda stared at the screen. Were these her fans? Were these the people she’d been shaking her tits for, dyeing her hair for, French kissing Emily for? Not that she’d exactly minded that part.

“I-is this how you’ve always f-felt about us?” she asked, her voice cracking.

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duh you stupid whore
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TF you think we watch you sluts for lol. uppity cunt
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literally about to bust the biggest nut of my life watching you fucking die, sorry not sorry
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Manda lifted her eyes to the ceiling and didn’t resist when the machines set her down on her back on the desk, in easy view of the camera.

I have wasted my life. I am about to die and the only people who will remember me are the ones jerking off to my death.

Nothing seemed to matter. She tried not to think about what they might do to her.

One of the machines gripped her ankles tightly. The other grabbed both wrists in one hand, and they stretched her out on the desk.

“Phase one: Bisection.”

Phase one. Phase one. Oh fuck. Oh God.

She didn’t want to look but when she felt the saw teeth touch her fit, flat tummy she couldn’t stop herself.

The machine holding her wrists let her think about what was coming for a few seconds, then started sawing.

For a moment, she simply experienced the sensation of her skin and flesh parting before the razor teeth of the saw, felt her own belly muscles trembling around the metal, and then the pain hit her and all of a sudden her throat hurt as she screamed louder than she had ever screamed before.

She thrashed like a dying animal. She was a dying animal. She was being sawn in half like a fucking magic trick for the sick pleasure of a distant audience.

Tears coursed down the sides of her face, her eyes bulging wildly as she tried desperately to get away from the pain, from the blade carving through organs and muscles as it worked down through her torso.

There was a grinding as the saw hit her spine, and her screams died down as her vocal cords simply gave out. Her body bucked up and down, she felt the hot wetness of blood against her ass, and then she heard the saw cutting into the wood of the desk, and she couldn’t feel anything below her belly button any more.

“Phase two: Death by neck trauma.”

The machines let go of Manda’s arms and legs, and one took her neck in both hands and lifted her. She felt her guts slop out of her bisected belly, heard the chorus of pings from chat. The robot pointed her face at the camera to let the crowd see her gasping mouth, the play of emotions and dread on her pretty face, now covered in tears, drool, and blood, her mascara running in black streams down her cheeks.

It squeezed, and Manda realized the difference between this and strangulation. Those fingers were strong enough to bend steel, and they pressed inwards with unbelievable power. She made a hideous choking sound as her skin ripped, then there was a snapping of bone louder than she would have imagined as the vertebrae of her neck shattered.

The fingers still pressed in, but from that point Manda was beyond feeling anything. Alive, but not at home. Her once vibrant eyes were glazed, flat, her pierced tongue protruding from her lips, and then the machine shook her and dropped her atop the lower half of her body. The last thing Manda felt was her cheek lying on her own shuddering bottom.

Then, mercifully, she was gone.
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TenderMercies95 settled her trim bottom comfortably in her chair, her cat-eared headset complementing the kittenish makeup she was currently wearing. She winked at her camera.

“Good evening, all you handsome daddies!” she purred, licking her lips. “How’s the day treating you so far? Well, that doesn’t matter anymore, because you know Mercy’s gonna treat you right.”

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$20 – Hey Mercy, hear the news? We’re all flipping our lids over it!
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She raised an eyebrow. “What news?”

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TotallyEmily and that gym slut MandaBabe got wrecked live on stream, hottest shit I have seen in my entire life.
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Pings filled her headset as video links popped up in her chat. Her stomach sank, and she smiled. “Well damn, fellas, I guess we need a live reaction video, right?”

She tried not to shake as she pulled up one of the videos.

Oh, fuck.

It started with the bedroom door opening, and Mercy’s hand automatically covered her mouth as she gasped at the sight of TotallyEmily’s sexy mother babbling until her throat was cut.

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imagine them doing your mom like that, so fucken hot
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She was imagining exactly that, her sweet Japanese mother dragged in like an animal, the look in her eyes as she was slaughtered horribly just because her daughter didn’t pay a few bucks in taxes.

“Yeah, that’s sooooo sexy!” she said, biting her lower lip to sell the lie. “Fuck, I hope they cut that busty whore Emily’s tits off, that rack was custom-designed to get chopped off!”

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They sure do, it’s so good. I came buckets watching live!
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“You guys would totally jerk off for me if I got snuffed on stream, right?” she said, pursing her lips. “I’d hate to think of dying like that without at least a few of you getting off on it!”

Dying like that, dying horribly like that, the way they just pulled Emily’s guts out, the sound of Manda’s neck breaking.

She felt the words coming out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“You wouldn’t report me just to see me die, though, right?”

She felt a chill and wished she could take it back. That was not an idea it was safe to have floating around.

Chat was flying, but she didn’t have to look at it to know what they were saying.

Choking down her rising apprehension, she pasted on a smile and pulled up a game.