It's odd, how Stephen and Sweetie were the first.

That big night… Well. It was supposed to be Caroline's big night, but everyone remembers it as the night Sweetie exploded.

Stephen was still looking pensive the next evening. He hadn't put Sweetie into The Machine yet.

It was a surprisingly high Cull, this month, but with a new stipulation.

Ten men in. One hundred women.

Ten men out, each with one woman.

Two months as a couple before you're eligible for Lottery or Cull again.

So now it wants to play Matchmaker, I guess.

Stephen's a sweetie, you know. He saw what The Machine wanted, and was already in a terminal. Negotiating, I guess.

Ten men in, one hundred women in, nine couples out, it said now.

In Cullings… Well. Lottery Nights are supposed to have just one Big Finish.

Cullings, when it all goes out the window, there's usually a LOT of rough play, early on.

But nine going out again, two months longer? Everyone was hesitant. Nobody wanted to suffer two months with wrecked limbs and screaming pain, or be stuck in here for two months, just watching.

I mean Marion took me out for a stroll, the next afternoon. We found a cosy couch and a Maid brought us some blankets, and we cuddled up for the night.

Twelve hours of wonderful, blissful sleep. We really DO need a break.

The instant I was outside the club, I realized these bimbo shoes had rolled my ankle badly. And with my arms gone, only Marion was there to catch me.

Although Nadine seemed to know something. Whatever's in Emergency Derma-Gro works wonders, because my chest and shoulders feel fine.

While the harem girl, who got manual stitches? She didn't scream. She just went white, and passed out.

But I guess… I guess something's changing on the ship.

A few people out and about didn't seem to like to see us parading ourselves about.

A lot of them did, you know. I mean, twice-

Okay, I LOVE Marion. She loves me. And nothing will change that.

… Maybe it's the Bimbo Juice talking, but I REALLY like cock in me.

We were getting attention, being out of standard duty uniform. I don't- I didn't, sorry. I didn't
>>hunted
… Yeah. But I think I wasn't… Outgoing, before now.

Maybe because-
>>alone, hide
… Yeah. Yeah I need a reset.

Marion felt me slumping. It took just a hug and a pat on the ass to get me perky again.

But… On my own, I don't want to be seen.

Marion leading me around by the rings in my shoulders? I couldn't feel the hurt in my ankle anymore. I danced, I pranced, I twirled my pigtails and my tiny little skirt.

Marion was so happy to hold me up by my rings, when two men came over. I just bent right over and gargled in glee as they pounded my mouth and my ass.

I was in bliss.

So I didn't notice the look of shock a few bypassers had.

I mean, maybe in the main square of leisure deck is a BIT much for getting publically spit-roasted, but…

…

Huh. I thought I'd have a nasty flashback there.

We had to stop twice more before we got back to the Club. A second performance for me, this time with an appreciative crowd applauding when Marion pulled me back upright, drooling some guy's cum down over my tits before swallowing loud and showing my empty mouth.

Then Marion-
>>thrashing the stumps of her arms and legs, panic in her eyes as the fires rise, chapped lips wrapped around the bloody rod they rammed up and through her ass-

Oh there you are.

But Marion put on such a show herself, hooking a leg up over one guy's shoulder and rolling sideways as they pumped, then all the way over on her back. She had one foot back on the ground and had managed three quarters of a roll before her dance partners gave out and unloaded.

Collapsed, actually, pulling out as Marion artfully dismounted, and she was quite happy to stay bent over a moment as they pumped a gallon of cum over her face, tits and ass.

I wanted to applaud, but… No arms. I couldn't stay still, so I bounced on my good ankle-

-Clap clap clap- went my tits.

Well then.

I kicked my bad foot up to my ass, bounced, clapped my tits, tossed my pigtails, and basically made as much of a spectacle of myself as I could.

Marion said nothing, but gave a little bow, then caught me by my rings and gave me a hard kiss.

And shoved her mouthful of cum down my gullet.

I swallowed loud, wobbled and moaned. "This is so much more fun than Engineering…" I mumbled, then started licking the mess off her face.

White lie. Passing cum kisses already had me redesigning the fluid coolant couplers in the reactor core in my head.

We were close enough to the Club that I had my dessert early. Marion just laid down on a table and I licked every inch of her clean.

Oh! Yes. It was when I was sucking cum from her raspberry-flavoured ass that I saw Stephen at the terminal, and the banners dropped one surviving couple.

Stephen was cashing in his chit. He was tying his cycles with Sweetie.

I let out a happy moan into Marion's ass, and she giggled and shuddered.

I'm glad she's pulling me out of the command chain. I don't think I can take her seriously as Captain ever again.

Stephen was carrying a bundle in a silver bag. Sweetie, I found out in a few minutes.

That nice lady that got hosed down with Sweetie's entrails swished up to him. Red leather boots, gloves, and body harness, a big red mask over her eyes, and her hair in a fire-engine-red high tail. She had a half-dozen starstruck ladies on leashes, all giggly and bouncy like me. Glittering in champagne colored, sequin-studded showgirl stockings and gloves, plumes of feathers in their updone hair, the lady in red asked something of Stephen.

He took a long moment to consider, then asked something in return. She looked surprised, but nodded, and they slipped into the back.

Marion and I stayed on our table while the crowd milled. Drinks and tasty snacks were supposed to go there, but most just ended up poured and smeared all over us.

So many hungry mouths to feed. I'd never felt so wonderfully clean before.

The gaggle of women were starting to split up. The nine men had five or six hopefuls each, willing to try the long game, but that left a bit more than half eager for the Cull.

That's when the curtain rose, and the first Grinder hatch at the foot of the stage opened.

There was Stephen, in a big chair. The lady in Red needed a stepstool to stand behind him, massaging his shoulders and pillowing her tits on his head.

And the six showgirls were all clustered around his lap, six mouths and twelve hands and twelve tits all working him to a red, roiling froth.

His eyes were jittering as a big, shaky hand landed on one of the six. She squealed and kicked her legs as he hoisted her by her neck, tossed her, and caught her by the hips.

We learned something that night. Sweetie had a flexible pelvis.

We learned that when Stephen brought the first showgirl down on his monster cock with a grunt, and a loud scream and crunching of bone from her.

Her scream turned into a frenzied wet gargle as Stephen rapidly forced her insides up and out her mouth, right until his massive cock crashed into the bottom of her head and popped it clean off.

Her head twirled in the air for a moment, looking blissful, before it dropped straight into the open hopper.

"SIX!" we all cheered, while the showgirls heaved the split ribcage into the hopper. Stephen tossed in her legs, then caught the ankle of one who had kicked up her heel.

He flipped her face up, looked her in the eye for a moment. She nodded, and he slammed her down.

"FIVE!!" we cheered, as his cock smashed out through her sternum, missing her neck entirely.

Arched too far, poor girl.

Torn limbs and broken bodies glittered and sparkled, and we all heard The Machine chewing.

Stephen started cumming when he snatched up Four. He blew through her, three, and two as fast as he could, gysers of cum and gore as glittering ladies flew apart.

We all stared, hovering in anticipation as only one Showgirl was left.

It looked like she must have had a little help from Nadine and Kaugurl. (… How do you get a name like that?)

She had blood on her stockings down to her knees, but her tits were pink and glossy and fresh.

They were gargantuan, perfectly spherical, and both buoyed up under her chin, while hanging low enough to hide her hips.

Stephen was heaving, shuddering, gasping for air, his cock slowly rising again, festooned with entrails.

The showgirl's giant tits were just big enough, it seemed, as her bloody, gory titjob had Stephen rock-hard in seconds.

With renewed vigor, he scooped up the last showgirl, and pulled her partway down on his dick. Her hips cracked, and her howls were amazingly melodic.

He toyed with her a little, bouncing her up and down to make her squeal, to make her giant bloodied tits bounce, to make the kidneys and spleens stuck to the giant globes flick into the air.

Then he brought her crashing down, and her jaw blew off in the rush of guts and cum tearing out her throat. Stephen's hands flew back as his cock cracked her head all the way back to smack her shoulders, gushing clean white semen over a few Cullers standing near the hopper.

"ONE!!!" we all cheered, as Stephen stood up and tossed her legs into the grinder.

His dick slumping, the showgirl's torso still twitching, her body split down her back where one half of her ribs tore off her spine, she squelched off Stephen's cock, forgotten, as he picked up his bundle.

Stepping to the edge of the stage, Sweetie's remains cradled in one arm, he waved one of her dismembered legs high.

And that was when the Lady In Red slunk up the stepladder, and fired a captive bolt gun into the back of Stephen's skull.

Stephen's face went slack, and with a little nudge, he and Sweetie went into the Grinder together.

"HAPPY CULLING!" called the Red Lady, and we all cheered.

I sighed, and pillowed my head back against Marion's chest.

"Mmm… That… Mmm. That last girl… I don't know, was she a little exAUGHFUCK!!!"

Marion had a pair of serrated knives, dripping with blood and torn meat, just above my face.

My blood. My meat.

My chest was searing, agonizing fire as Kaugurl pinched my nipples… I couldn't feel them… And hoisted my bloodied tits off my chest, setting them on a trolley beside Nadine's four.

Nadine was smiling and sobbing, chest flat and bloody, giggling as two men bounced her between them, ribs showing as they fucked her cunt and ass.

Marion's fingers curled in the raw, ragged meat of my chest. I shrieked in agony and ecstasy as she made my ribs flex, touched a fingertip to my thundering heart.

"I don't knoooooowww…" She cooed in my ear, pulling her gore-soaked fingers from my ribs, popping one in my mouth to suck clean. "She looked like a good start…"

I squealed and writhed against Marion's chest, two-gun Kaugurl hosing the searing, stinging, burning, freezing Derma-Gro over Nadine and my gaping chest wounds.

I screeched, Marion held my rings as I thrashed arms I didn't have anymore, massive tits ballooned up on my chest, pinning me down as I squirted all over Kaugurl. Nadine's bloodied front beau laughed as the happy crying cow erupted six giant new breasts, hosing the artful stack with sticky cum. A perfect descending triple scale, bouncy Os shoved up under her chin down to cute little Fs above her tummy.

I gasped and wheezed, lost for a moment, before a sharp pain blasted through my sensitive new tits.

Huge, doorknocker rings punched through my puffy areola. Marion was tugging the hefty weights, making them squirm in the raw wounds.

I was sobbing, I was crying, I was cumming so hard I couldn't think straight.

Then the cold kiss of the salve healed the holes. And god DAMN these things are sensitive.

Marion kneading and squeezing cream from my breasts slowly brought me around. There was a cheering nearby. Nadine was sounding a bit worried as she mooed.

I turned my head to watch. Two men with their dicks in her ass, grunting and wobbling as her six tits bounced and spurted. Her belly looked a bit swollen, and her eyes worried and a bit queasy.

The two men let out a simultaneous grount, softball-size balls contracting, and I saw a little squirt of cum from her stretched anus.

It was the shocked "muu?-HUARK!" that made everyone cheer, her pretty red lips in a shocked O, cheeks bulging as a gyser of cum fountained from her mouth.

Kaugurl was pulling her hair, aiming the fountain so it rained straight up and back down, drenching the happy cow in her own mess.

Job done, the two men let Nadine slump to the floor with a thump and a squelch. Daintily kissing Kaugurl's leave, they collected their gaggle of potentials.

One led his harem to a row of guillitines that were in rapid use, bars and blades jiggling as ladies were fucked into just letting the rope slip from their teeth.

The other gently kissed a very classy in champagne silk and pearls, as she offered up a long, shining machete. He kissed her again, one hand gathering a fistful of platinum curly hair, the other accepting the blade.

The steel sang and she let out a happy sigh as pearls skittered across the floor. Then her knees buckled and her body sat on the floor and toppled back. It stayed there, unmoved, until the party was over.

He gently spanked another of his bevy with the flat of the bloody blade, and carried the blissfully smiling head over to add to the growing pyramid in the center table.

I let out a happy sigh, watching Kaugurl pull on Nadine's hair, holding her head up as the blissful cow's body convulsed, expelling gouts of cum of equal measure from mouth and ass both.

"… Do you still have the knives…?" I murmured to Marion.

"Already…?" She asked, squeezing out more of my cream.

"… I want to start at A. Go through the alphabet."

Nadine giggled between body-wracking purges. "You're fun!" She chirped, before vomiting out another bucket of semen.

The rest of the night was a blur, as the crowd slowly thinned out. A big flurry of Cullers went fast, but sorting out Potentials was careful business.

I watched it all from the dance table. Marion had already snipped me down to flybite As, and she rigged what was supposed to be a noose to my arm rings. She borrowed Kaugurl's hat and belt, and by the time we were back to F, I had gotten pretty good at dancing.

But the night had to end. The survivors were snuggling, maids were feeding leftovers into dozens of grinders.

Kaugurl was the last, beside us. She'd hung Nadine by her six nipples and used open flame to barbecue her cow's torso.

Nadine held out long enough to agree that so much melted breast fat made her ribs delicious, before she died.

Now, she sat on the edge of the hopper chute. Nadine's cold body was just long legs and charred hips, a naked spine, her slumped, smiling head and her arms.

Kaugurl had shed her belt and the expensive tanks. She made Nadine wave, tossed her hat, and slid in with a giddy yelp.

I saw her eyes wild with joy, teeth clenched as her head jerked and bucked for a moment, The Machine chewing her feet. I saw a gout of blood as her orgasmic bellow turned to a gargle, and then it was just Marion and I, and an expectant crowd.

We took a moment to cuddle. Marion in those glowing fluorescent fishnets she'd changed to, me a silly little armless schoolgirl in pigtails, soaked in my own blood to my ankles, rocking two pairs of four-nippled Z tits.

"That cow's a bad influence" Marion murmured, fingers threaded through four fat nipples, coaxing out rich cream.

I laughed, but then sighed, leaning in.

" I think… I think we have to split the crew."

Marion nodded, kissing the top of my head. " Some of us are too far gone. We can never be normal again…"

Then she smiled that evil smile at me. "But that's later. Tonight… Tonight we split the crew."



Marion was starting to like it, by the time we'd gotten her to a quartet of Zs like mine. They punched rings in her four nipples, threading them with mine.

They wrapped my left shin and her right in one ribbon, tying us together, then the other side to match.

Marion held me tight. It was the very first time I missed mine. Milk fountained as we squashed together, kissing her hard as we stood on the slowly spreading gantry.

There was a squeal and laugh from far below. The milk spilling on Mister Saw was spraying over the last survivors of the crowd as thick gouts of whipped cream.

I kissed Marion again. She said she loved me. I said I loved her.

Then she made us hop.

I know there was a line for Stephen after Sweetie and the Countdown Cull. It has some appeal. I thought about it myself.

But nothing beats the feel of that blade. Razor thin, giant hooked teeth, carving out a paper-thin slit through your cunt.

Hips frantically bucking against Marion's, I could feel we hit the skill shot. Half a clit grinding against half a clit, twice over.

We howled as cunt and ass became memory, just one advancing plane of utter orgasmic bliss slicing its way up above our waists.

I felt my belly abruptly hollow, limp abs slapping with Marion's, our entrails whipped around and splattering hard against my back.

My tits chattered and bounced, I'd wiggled too much and a slice had torn off. Milk and fat sprayed, and we squealed with glee.

We timed it just right, heads back and bellowing "I LOVE YOUUHUALRGH" as our lungs turned to pulp, vomiting out the last of our innards.

I remember looking at Marion. I have two memories of her perfect face, one from each eye, mirror copies of her smiling face, half real, half reflection in the saw's sheen of gore.

I saw our hearts flung off the blade, gouting arteries tangling, the two frantically pumping their last like two frenzied bodies fucking like mad.

I cried a little. This was the happiest slip into the black I ever had.