No sooner had the invitation been issued than a stiff dick was pushed into her. Carrie was grateful to whoever was in her as her wet pussy welcomed the stimulation.

The managing partner rolled Cassandra onto her stomach. He slide is erection into her, taking advantage of her soaking wet slit. He then grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled her head back then brought the knife to her exposed throat.

Carrie watched as he drew the sharp steel hard against her mother's throat. The first pass cut most of the way through Cassandra's neck. Suddenly her eyes popped open.

"Oh shit, she's still alive!" Carrie cried out.

"Oh Cassie," the managing partner said to his long time friend, "you came around a bit late, didn't you?" He drew the knife through her neck again, finding the soft tissue between vertebrae and separating her head.

Carrie watched in horror and fascination as her mother was beheaded. To Carrie's astonishment, from the look on her mother's face, it looked like she was climaxing again even as her head was being cut off… Or was it BECAUSE her head was being cut off? Was her mom really that much of a snuff slut?

To Carrie's surprise, she was beginning to realize that she might be a snuff slut herself. As she looked into her mother's eyes, her severed head resting on the table in front of her and a hard cock being rammed into her from behind, Carrie couldn't deny the ecstasy she felt. She let out a cry as she orgasmed again.

Suddenly Samantha was in front of her. The sexy bitch sat on the edge of the table and grabbed a hold of Carrie's hair. She roughly pulled her head forward and buried the girl's face in her cunt. "Eat it, bitch," she said as she wrapped her legs around the young blonde's head to hold it in place.

Carrie obeyed. She aggressively munched the woman's shaven muff. She tried to take out her frustration at being humiliated by this woman knowing that she felt only pleasure. It wasn't long before Samantha screamed in ecstasy. She released Carrie's head.

As Carrie tried to catch her breath, she saw the managing partner release his semen into Cassandra's snatch. Just as two men entered the room with a long steel pole.

They moved to Cassandra's body, but Samantha stopped them. "Hold on, we don't want to sent that sow off to roast without cleaning off her steak, do we Carrie?" Samantha pushed the chair to which Carrie was bound in front of the body on the table. "Eat the cum so we can eat the cunt," she snarled as she shoved Carrie's face into her own mother's pussy.

Carrie wanted to fight, but she knew it was useless. Everyone laughed as Carrie lapped up the jizz. 'It's okay, Carrie. It's just a steak now,' she told herself. 'It isn't mom, it's just a steak.' She almost had herself convinced until Cassandra's clit reacted reflexively to the stimulation and squirted juice in her mouth. 'Oh fuck! I just made my own mother's headless body cum!'

When Samantha's was satisfied with Carrie's degradation, the caterers lined up the pole with Cassandra's ass and slide it through her until it popped out of her neck stump. Then they wheeled in the base unit for an electric spit. 'They are going to roast mom right here in the office while I get gang fucked!' Carrie realized.

Word spread through the office that Carrie was tied up in the conference room and soon everyone was waiting a turn to make use of her holes to kill time while their former coworker's body roasted on a spit. For the next couple of hours, Carrie stayed bound to the chair while the women of the office made use of her tongue and the men took turns filling all her holes. The whole time Carrie was reminded of her mother's fate as the air filled with the aroma of cooking meat.

By the time Cassandra was ready to be served, Carrie was a sloppy mess. Her face was smeared in pussy juice and cum oozed from her rear holes and plastered down her hair. She rubbed her wrists as she was finally released from her bondage by the managing partner.

"Is this my life now?" she asked as she stood among her coworkers naked and dripping their sexual fluids.

"Well, not every day will be so much of a free for all, but yes. You are now the property of the firm and are to be available for use by all it's employees, from the senior partners to the interns. You are a slave now and have no purpose other than providing pleasure to the people of this office."

Carrie hung her head.

"Don't take it so hard, Carrie. It's a compliment when you think about it. You are so damn sexy that every member of this firm can hardly wait to get off to you."

"You mean ON me."

At that moment, Lauren, Carrie's best friend at the firm approached. She handed Carrie a glass of wine.

"Thank you," she said as she took a long gulp of the welcome liquid. "I noticed that you didn't come to the conference room," Carrie observed.

"It was just too weird. I mean, I'm not into women, and on top of that you're one of my best friends." Lauren took a drink from her own glass. "This whole day is just surreal. They snuff your mom and they tie you up and use you as a sex slave. Now everybody is eating her for dinner and you are left looking like that. It's just too much."

"It would have been alright," Carrie assured the person she wished she could have pleasured. She wanted to hug her friend, partly for reassurance, but also because she enjoyed the close physical contact with this lovely girl. However Carrie stopped herself, she didn't think Lauren would appreciate being smeared with jizz. Of course, Carrie couldn't help but think how hot she'd be covered in cum. "Don't worry about me, I've always been a slut," she said with a smile. "I'll survive and mom… well… I guess she was totally into not surviving."

Carrie realized as the alcohol started to take effect that she'd had nothing to eat all day. Her meeting had been before lunch and she'd been too nervous to eat breakfast. She thought about what everyone was actually eating. "Have you tried the meat?" she asked Lauren.

"Of course not," the young woman replied aghast. "Don't tell me you're seriously thinking about eating your own mother's roast."

"Well, I'm starving. I haven't eaten anything but cum all day."

The managing partner, who hadn't gone far, overheard her. "You really should try some," he said holding out his fork with a piece of meat on it.

Carrie hesitated. Was she really going to do this? She swallowed the rest of her glass of wine and let the warm feeling comfort her. She took the offered morsel. It was warm, juicy, and perfectly tender.

"Delicious, isn't it?"

Carrie nodded.

"I have to admit I've always been partial to the taste of your mother's cunt," he said with a broad smile.

"Carrie!" came Lauren's shocked admonition.

"You really should try some, Lauren. It's delicious."

"I'm sure you'll be just as tasty."

Carrie was a bit drunk and it took her a second to process what he'd said. "Wait, what?"

"Being a sex slave is not a permanent gig, Carrie. Sooner or later it ends up with a girl getting her ass roasted. The partners have decided to make you the guest of honor at the next New Year's party," Carrie's boss told her.

Lauren gasped.

Carrie thought for a moment. She looked to the banquet table where her mother's roast was laid out and her head was on display. "It's okay, Lauren. I see now why my mom pushed so hard to make me like her. She knew this day would come and she wanted me to accept it." Carrie's hand went to her well worked pussy. "I have to confess that watching her get snuffed was pretty hot." Carrie looked at her friend and smiled as she sucked the juice off her fingers. "I guess I am my mother's daughter. Now, I think I'll go get myself a slice or two of her meat." She looked at Lauren. "After all, she got me into this."

Carrie went over to the banquet table. As she sliced off a thick piece of her mother's rump roast, she hoped her own meat would be as succulent. 'Careful, Carrie,' she silently warned herself. 'You are what you eat.'