Chapter 9: The Pregnancy

That first day as a sex toy was pretty quiet. Mandy took me up to her room to have sex twice, but not much of anything else happened until the evening.

My new mistress refused to let me sit at the table during dinner, forcing me to eat from a bowl she placed on the floor. The food seemed bland and flavorless, but it came from the same dish as everyone else's food and they didn't seem to see a problem with it. After eating, Mistress told me that she would be using me that night, so I should clean myself up and wait by her bed.

When Mistress and Master came in later, they began making out and undressing, completely ignoring me. After Eric had cum in her, Mistress called me into the bed and ordered me to clean them both up with my mouth.

They fucked twice more, using me to serve them and enhance their pleasure before falling asleep.

The morning wasn't much different. While she was getting breakfast, Mistress had me eat her out again. Mandy watched her mother cum on my face but otherwise did not get involved. As Mistress left for the day, she ordered me to clean up the mess from the party and take down the decorations.

I spent the rest of the morning collecting the trash and tattered clothes and stuffing them in trash bags. Perhaps it was because of the overcast sky, but the brightly colored decorations seemed faded and dull as I worked to collect them that afternoon.

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Aside from occasional chores like cleaning and getting fucked, my life was very quiet. I was usually left alone in the mansion on weekdays until Miss Mandy came home from school. I looked forward to her arrival each day. In addition to reciprocating my sexual attentions, Mandy actually still talked to me, telling me about her day.

Occasionally in those first weeks, I saw Master trying to get Mistress in the mood to fuck, but she just wasn't interested.

She would say, "Not now honey, I have a headache. Just use the snuff bunny."

He would then come over to me and get a blow job. The third time this happened, he spoke to me after Mistress left the room.

"Do you mind me using you like this?"

Master really is a sweetheart, I thought.

I pulled back from sucking him and smiled up at him. "No, I don't mind. This is what I'm here for. Use me as much as you want, Master."

He nodded, and then lifted me clear off the floor, laying me on my back on the nearby table. He the proceeded to fuck me until he unloaded his cum into my pussy.

Even after he left the room, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, idly scooping up his cum as it seeped out and spreading it on my breasts to pass the time.

From then on, it wasn't unusual for Master to bend me over the nearby furniture and fuck me without saying a word, even when his wife or daughter were around. Except for that very first time with Brit and her parents, I never came from being fucked by a cock. Still, in a way, I did enjoy the attention of being used by the Hill family, if only because it was something to break up the monotony.

When every one of them was in the house, I tried to stay on hand, in case one of them wanted to fuck me, but a lot of the time I was alone in that mansion. I spent much of that time sleeping or poking around lazily. It didn't take me long to find Miss Mandy's dildo stash. I made sure to give each one a personal, room by room tour of the house at least once a week.

Mandy noticed that I had been using her toys right away, but just laughed and said she would probably do the same if she had to just sit around all day. We began incorporating the toys into our sexy times.

She had three in her collection. Mandy's favorite was the big flesh colored Mr Dickey. The smaller clear red one she called Mario, but my favorite was Vivian, the vibrator. I'd never tried anything like it, but I had plenty of time to learn to become quite skilled with it.

One routine which developed quite early was that Mistress started making me work out with her every time she used their gym room. At least four times a week she would dress in a sports bra, tight shorts and running shoes, which signaled that we would be getting some exercise. If she was on the treadmill, I had to be there matching her pace on the one next to her. If she was doing sit ups, she would take off the shorts and have me eat her out while holding down her knees. When she had me do push ups, she would spread her legs under me, having me lick her pussy every time I came down, and so on. These sessions always ended with her sitting on my face until she came, then she would leave me there while she went to shower.

Another routine she established was that most times when she was leaving the house for a while, she would give me some vague indication of when she would be back. When she did return, I was expected to be by the door, on my widely spread knees with my chest out and arms back. As she came in the door, oftentimes she would just ignore me, but nearly as often she would walk up and stand close to me. I would then pull down her pants and vigorously eat her out to help her to relax.

One day, I got quite a surprise as she returned home. Mistress didn't even glance at me as she strode in, but as she moved away from the door, I could see that she was not alone. Following timidly behind was another busty woman I'd never seen before, who seemed to be in her early twenties. From her figure and attractive face, she might have been a model, but the completely unbuttoned blouse and suit jacket along with her tight navy skirt suggested an office worker.

She halted abruptly just inside the door and we stared at each other in surprise.

Mistress said, "Don't mind snuff bunny, we won't be using her today."

We continued taking in each other's bodies for a moment as the click of Mistress's heels got farther away.

Without looking back, Mistress said, "Come along, heifer. I still have a lot to teach you about your place in this world."

Heifer, as she was apparently called, hurried to catch up. "Yes, mistress, I'm coming."

Well, that was something, I mused.

Heifer began coming home with Master pretty often after that. Mistress and Master would then spend the night fucking her while I slept with Miss Mandy, then in the morning, heifer would return to work with Master. I gather she was his secretary, but whenever I saw her, she was just referred to as 'heifer'. I suppose 'snuff bunny' was the only name she ever heard me called, too.

Sometimes Mistress would have heifer and I eat each other out as a way of administering a reward or just for the fun of it, but we largely didn't interact except when she ordered it.

In fact, Heifer and I never spoke to each other. I don't think either of us felt any desire to try to be friends with a meatgirl who probably wouldn't be around too long.

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Naturally, heifer wasn't the only regular visitor. Kelly came by to hang out with her best friend in the afternoon around once or twice a week. Every time she came over, she would pull down her pants and roughly force me to eat her out. I guess she never forgave me for throwing her to that pack of horny guys, causing her to miss the big moment when Brit climbed on the grill.

Mandy didn't seem to care how her best friend treated me. When Miss Mandy and Kelly had casual sex, they would often use me much the same way Master and Mistress used me at night.

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I'm rather embarrassed to admit this, but it wasn't until two months after the party that it finally dawned on me why my period was so late. I was fortunate and didn't get any morning sickness or anything, so to me, it pretty much just meant that I probably wouldn't be troubled by my monthly cycle for what little remained of my life.

Back in my old life, my mom had known that I was exclusively interested in girls, so I guess she never felt the need to put me on the pill. I kind of hoped that I had actually gotten knocked up that first time when Brit had asked her dad to cum inside me, but from the timing, it could easily have been from the party.

I didn't bother telling anyone about my new condition. I figured, if I lived long enough for it to matter, they would notice my belly swelling up.

I didn't really care about the embryo at first, but eventually the thought that it might be Brit's sister got me to start fantasizing that it was somehow actually Brit's baby in me. This quickly became my second most common fantasy to use while making Vivian dance around my clit.

The most common? That was something I mainly dreamed about while sitting on a specific counter in the kitchen. On one of my first dildo tours of the house, I happened to jill off not far from the oven, which soon became the focus of my attention every time I came into that room. The oven was by far the biggest I've ever seen, measuring just over 4 feet wide. I spent many hours staring at that oven, imagining myself inside it, slowly roasting.

Mistress had caught me touching myself while staring at that monster several times, but I didn't care.

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Several weeks after she first showed up, heifer started living with us full time, although she still went with Master to work during the day. She has also joined the naked-at-home club, which I suspect probably means that she is now officially a meatgirl. No one bothered to tell me anything, but it's not like I actually care, anyway.

Having heifer with Master and Mistress every night meant that I spent most of my nights with Miss Mandy, only occasionally being brought into a crowded four-way fuck with Master and Mistress. Even though I was spending more time with Miss Mandy, I spoke with her less and less. Most of the time I would just sit and listen to her talk. Mostly, I don't think she even really expected me to respond any more than Vivian or Mr Dickey would.

There were a few things she told me over those weeks and months which I was very much interested in. The most engaging were her stories about parties she had been to or heard about which featured girl meat.

Although it sounded like none of those parties were as amazing as Brit's, the instant popularity she'd brought to roasted girl meat prompted at least two other girls to cook themselves at their own birthday parties, and three others to cook some other girl. Apparently Brit had even made the local news. Someone had dubbed these parties 'Savory Sixteen' parties, which I thought sounded delicious.

Whenever she told me about one of these parties, I would always eat her out while fingering myself frantically. These tales of meatgirls being snuffed never failed to get me off. I especially enjoyed the one where that cow Stacey got an 8 foot metal spit shoved clear through her and she was roasted over a big fire. I was glad someone finally shut her up for good and converted her into something better: meat. I had lost track of the bottle of love potion some time during Brit's party, and from the sound of it, someone probably used it to "convince" the cow to be slaughtered.

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All the free time I had gave me a chance to do some writing, which is how all of you got to find out about that first 'savory sixteen' party and what happened to me, the leftover meatgirl.

I doubt that there is much left to my story at this point. I'm not really sure how long it's been, but I now have a small but definite baby bump and my breasts have gone up in size; pretty sure I'd be a C cup, if I measured myself.

I don't think I've spoken to anyone in quite a while. Everyone still uses me as a sex toy, but I think it has become completely clear to all of us what I really am.

I am just a piece of meat waiting to be cooked.