Tags: Ultracasual, humiliation, impregnation, cannibalism, beheading, dismemberment, minors involved

PART 1: "UNEMPLOYED"

Kate and Shirley walked along the sidewalk. Kate was a well-groomed, middle-aged woman with attractive curves and a large bust. She wore a short skirt and a semi-transparent shirt through which her nipples were visible. Shirley, her daughter, was much more modest. Slim, with small breasts, she wore jeans and a T-shirt.

They stopped at a pedestrian crossing, waiting for the light to turn green. A young, naked woman stood next to them. She smiled at Kate, which caught the woman's attention. She had the Goro-Cola logo tattooed on her stomach and breasts. She was one of the living advertisements.

When the light turned green, the living advertisement entered the crossing, and an immediate bang was heard. The truck driver decided it would be funny to run her over and rolled his vehicle at full speed over the girl's unfortunate body. He disappeared around the corner, leaving the battered woman on the street. Kate counted at least five open fractures.

She and her daughter set off with the rest of the pedestrians, leaving the dying girl behind, begging for help. Their destination was not far away. After five minutes, they arrived at the butcher's shop window. The display displayed delicious-looking arms, legs, and heads of girls. Kate walked confidently inside.

"Good morning," the charming saleswoman greeted them. "What can I get you?"

"Actually, I'd like to sell you some meat."

She gestured to her daughter as she entered.

"Of course, I'm calling the manager now."

A minute later, a man appeared, dressed only in a work apron stained with blood. He glanced at the woman, appraised her breasts with satisfaction, and extended his hand.

"Good morning, I'd like to sell my daughter," Kate said.

"No problem, we always need new meat. Honey, would you mind taking off your clothes?" the owner asked the girl.

Shirley obediently removed her clothes and stood naked before the man. He began to examine her professionally, but the growing bulge in his apron betrayed other thoughts. Nevertheless, he assessed her arms, thighs, tiny breasts, and lingered on her pussy. He fingered her, clearly pleased with how moist she was.

"I'd give her a B-," he finally assessed. "Worth two hundred and fifty dollars. Agreed?"

"Agreed!"

Kate shook the owner's hand.

"Dorothy, pay the lady two hundred and fifty. And we'll take care of you. Bend over to me, honey."

Shirley obeyed with growing excitement. The owner bit his lip at the sight of her exposed ass and pussy, but he needed to maintain a certain professionalism. He grabbed the marking stamp and pressed it against the girl's buttocks. Shirley hissed in pain as the tool burned a large "B-" into her skin.

"Now, since you're grade B meat, I'll cut you into pieces. We don't use anesthesia because it negatively affects the quality of the meat."

"Okay..." Shirley began touching her crotch.

The owner led her to the back room, holding her ass. He placed her on a metal butcher's table and began tying her arms and legs. All of this was visible from in front of the counter. Once she was properly constrained, he took out his butchering tools and put them aside. He started running his finger up and down her little breast. He heard her breath getting faster. The butcher moved his hand down and inserted his fingers inside her wet pussy. He started fingering her which made wet and sloppy sounds. The girl squirmed rhythmically until her whole body tensed. Her muscles in her pussy contracted and she shot her juices outwards.

"You like it, you little pig, don’t you? I should just use your little pussy."

"Don't mind me,” answered the girl panting uncontrollably, “I'm your meat after all. You can do whatever you want with me."

The owner took off his apron and approached the immobilized girl. She gasped seeing his erect penis. He climbed the metal table and thrust inside her wet girlhood. At about this point, Kate finished counting the money. She looked into the back room and saw her daughter in the most humiliating situation imaginable. She wasn’t only going to become meat, she was average enough to become a fucktoy, only good to cum inside before getting chopped to pieces.

"I'm heading home," she said. "Be a good meatslut."

"Bye, Mom!" her daughter said goodbye, being penetrated by the man with increasing brutality. “I will!”

Kate left the shop. She was happy. With the money from selling Shirley, if she doesn’t go overboard, she could afford a week's worth of groceries.

***

That evening, Kate was making soup for the children. She wore only an apron. She liked to walk around the house like that. She liked the freedom of movement and her children knew her inside out. She peeled vegetables and threw them into a pot.

At that moment, Betty, Shirley's younger sister, walked into the kitchen.

"Mom, do you need a hand?"

"Yes, honey."

Betty took off her shirt, revealing her tiny, hardly protruding breasts. She placed her left hand on the cutting board and reached for the knife with her right. She began cutting, and streams of blood spurted onto the countertop. She winced and squirmed, but kept sewing through flesh and bone. Finally, the girl separated her arm from the rest of her body. Kate picked it up, kissed Betty, and tossed it into the pot. Her children loved human soup. Unfortunately, she was running out of children to cook with, and she couldn't afford to buy other people's meat. It was a problem that made her uneasy.

***

That evening, Kate watched television with her children. It was some kind of game show. One contestant had collected quite a substantial sum of money, but she eventually answered a question incorrectly, and a mechanical device severed her head. Her body, spewing blood everywhere, fell to the ground to a chorus of applause.

Kate laid naked on the couch. Next to her was Sam, her son. He was also naked, caressing her large breast with his finger. She, too, was absentmindedly playing with his hard penis. Next to them, Betty laid on the floor, still running her stump over her body. She didn’t realize at the time, but she was developing her first kink. Their eldest daughter, Olivia, leaned against the couch. She was wearing a see-through nightgown. She was slim, with large breasts and a belly that betrayed an advanced pregnancy.

"So, Mom?" she asked. "Did you get much for Shirley?"

"It'll last a while."

"Daddy's got us all set up, hasn't he?"

Kate preferred not to comment. Jonathan had left overnight for his younger lover. The woman didn't mind that at all, as men needed constant stimulation. But culture demanded he snuffed her and their children first. Instead, he left her behind, forcing her to tend to herself and their children.

At one point Kate noticed Sam’s fingers were getting close to her pussy.

“What are you doing?” she asked. She lifted her leg to give him better access though.

“You know, mom” stuttered Sam while pushing his fingers inside her, “I was just thinking we’re gonna need more siblings to cook, aren’t we?”

Kate moaned in excitement. She knew it wasn’t about food at all, but the game was making her even hornier. She instantly forgot about life’s hardships.

"You're such a sweetheart," she sighed. “Yes! Fuck your slutty mommy! Make me have your baby!”

The young man positioned himself properly on the couch, aligned his penis with her vagina, and began to penetrate her, slowly and carefully at first, then significantly increasing the pace. This little man he nurtured for that many years was now just using her as a fucktoy. She couldn’t hold it any longer.

"Oh God, yes!" the woman moaned in an orgasm. “Impregnate your mommy!”

She realized Betty had pulled out her cell phone and was recording her. Olivia was also watching them, touching herself between her legs. Kate let them. She wanted the whole world to see her humiliated like that.

Finally, Sam thrust even deeper and began filling her with his semen. Kate moaned in her final orgasm.

At that moment, the lights in the apartment went out, along with the TV. Kate felt humiliated not only physically but also mentally.

"I need a fucking job," she declared.