>>30154
That would definitely be a fun one! Have you read "A big girl's job"?

I was looking at some of my preliminary test images and an idea came to me. If Morrison's took photos prior to slaughter, why couldn't they use those images to create collectable trading cards? It could provide an additional revenue stream. Also wonder if the school would use the pictures in their yearbook?

Since Sidney was supposed to have been harvested in 2026? and this story was supposed to be a little over 50 years later, I wild ass guessed 2079. Ed,please correct me if this was in error.

>>30204
Amazing picture and yes, that date is about right, although Sidney was harvested in 2022. The first UK Sidney's opens in 2026 :) This card/sticker reminds me of the ones the butcher in "Talking Turkey" uses 😊

>>30203
This picture makes me very hungry 😁

Nice to see and to read.

For some reason I cant upload the picture...

Despite the fact that it was nearly mid-day by the time they got home, Laura and Erin were amused to find Ryan and Josh still in their pyjamas, sat on the sofa playing a two-person video game which Ryan seemed to be a lot better at that Josh.

“Well at least they’re awake!” Erin giggled, setting the shopping bags down on the dining table as Laura went to kiss her husband and son. With a degree of visible reluctance but no actual complaint, the boys paused their game and turned to hear about the outing.

“We decided to get new outfits for tonight!” Laura grinned, holding up a bag from a chain known for nice quality but reasonably affordable clothes for men and women. “We won’t spoil the surprise until you get to see us in them later,” she teased, “but we decided it would be fun if we all matched so we found you two matching shirts. Here!” She passed one of the bags to them and, setting it down between them, the boys pulled out two shirts, still in their packets, in a deep, aqua-blue with a slightly metallic shimmer to the fabric. Although smart, these were definitely shirts for a party rather than work or formal occasion.

“Wow I love the colour!” Josh observed, carefully opening the packet and sliding his out so that he could see how it caught the light at different angles.

“I’ve always thought blue was the colour for New Year somehow.” Laura smiled. “Like red and green for Christmas and yellow for Easter. It’s one of those things that just...is! Did we get your size right, dear?” she asked Ryan. “Erin said she thought that was what you wore but she wasn’t entirely sure.”

“Well I’ve not had much new in a while.” Ryan observed. “But yeah, I think so! Want me to go try it on?”

“Good idea.” Laura smiled. “That way we’ve got time to swap it if we need to.” Of course she and Erin had enjoyed themselves trying on various different dresses at the shop before settling on the one they had chosen so they knew that theirs matched perfectly but Laura knew that buying clothes for someone who wasn’t there was always something of a gamble, especially when that someone was a growing boy like Ryan. “Oh but Ryan, honey…” She smiled apologetically, as if not wanting to be “that parent” but seeing no other choice. “Even if you don’t want to shower, just have a quick freshen up in the sink before putting the shirt on?”

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She was a little taller than Amelia, which was to be expected, given that she was at least two years older than her, but not yet as tall as most of the adult women around. Her body was toned and athletic like a swimmer’s without quite crossing the line into being muscular. Her cute little tits were firm and well formed but barely a handful, jigging slightly as she moved, her nipples hard and perky, although that could well be from a mixture of excitement at her imminent cooking and the fact that she was standing naked and covered with oil outside on an evening which, although mild for the time of year, was still somewhat chilly. Either way, they looked incredibly appetising! Her belly was flat and taught but her fillet bellow was deliciously plump and her thighs were nice and thick. As she turned around, Josh was not surprised at all to see the large letter A in a circle of text stamped on her right buttock. Her rump was firm and round, curving out very appealingly. All in all, she seemed like an ideal spit-roaster.

“Wow!” Josh exclaimed. “You look...spectacular!”

“Thanks!” Candice giggled. “Hope I taste as good as I look!”

“Oh I’m sure you will!” Josh nodded.

“Mm you call it spectacular,” Amelia observed, “I call it goals! I promise you I’m going to get that A-grade before I roast!”

“Oh for sure you will!” Josh agreed, turning to her and letting his hand run down her back until it reached her rump then cupping it and pulling her into him so that she could feel his throbbing erection through his trousers. “The butcher said you were really close and we all know a good diet of girl-meat helps!” He leaned down to kiss her again.

“You’ve got a good one there!” Candice told Amelia with a grin. “Look after him, won’t you?”

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“I think,” Josh smiled shyly, looking at his beautiful young lover stood at the end of the bed, “you were talking about taking clothes off in a sexy way?”

“So I was!” Amelia grinned, taking off her had and not throwing it off to the side like he had expected but instead placing it carefully on the end of the bed. The dress did not seem to have a zip at the back, a fact proved when she slowly and deliberately hitched it up, slowing moving one side higher than the other in turn up her thighs until her thing underwear, white to match her dress and without any of the decoration her normal panties bore, was visible, the whiteness of the fabric contrasting appealingly with the pale olive skin around it. When it was past her hips, she grabbed hold of the bunched-up material and pulled it over her head, exposing her sweet little buds that Josh found so delectable to suck on. To his slight surprise, instead of pulling off the boots next, Amelia reached for her hat and put it back on.

“I’m going to leave the boots on,” she told him, wiggling her hips and she lowered her underwear revealing her smooth, plump, delicious fillet, “like a good meat-girl! I saw how you looked at Candice!” She grinned, her tone playful and teasing rather than accusatory. “Meat-girls get you hot, don’t they, Mr Martin?” She managed to yank the flimsy underwear, which was mostly elastic anyway, off over her boots then knelt on the bed and crawled towards him, reverting, Josh noticed, to his formal name despite having introduced him as Josh outside. It seemed to be something she liked to do, as if it were hotter for her to think of him as her friend’s dad rather than just a man. “Meat-girls get you so hard!” She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, massaging his throbbing erection through his underpants for a few seconds with both hands before yanking his trousers down to his ankles, closely followed by his underwear and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“It made you so hard thinking of Sam roasting, didn’t it!” It was a statement rather than a question. She pulled his new shirt open, carefully enough not to tear off any buttons, and ran her hands over his chest. “I bet you fucked her brains out the night before you cooked her!” Josh didn’t say anything but just took hold of her hips and licked his lips before she leaned down to kiss him. “Well I’m your meat-girl now!” she told him between kisses. “You’re gonna see me roast then you’re gonna eat my delicious, tender, juicy young meat! But for now,” she kissed him again, “you’re gonna fuck me so hard I’m gonna feel like your dick is gonna go all the way though me like the spit!” She lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his rock-hard manhood, gripping it with her tight, pre-teen cunt then began to ride him passionately, aggressively.

Downstairs on the patio, Laura found her two children chatting to Betty’s husband behind the bar as he mixed their drinks, the hostess having wandered off to greet someone else or to make some other introductions.

“Here you go!” he grinned, sliding two champagne flutes filled with some orange drink with a hint or dark red rising like smoke from the bottom of the glass. “Enjoy!”

“Those look good!” Laura grinned, sipping her own glass of chilled wine. They turned to smile at her and the three of them clinked their glasses together, wishing each other “Cheers!”

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Watching with deep personal interest, Amelia expected the straps to be released next so that the meat-girl’s arms and legs could be fixed to the pole but first the caterer who had been in charge of the spitting picked up a metal piece from the table of tools. It was a steel rod, only about half an inch thick but around nine or ten inches long, rounded at one end and bent over at the other so that it travelled at ninety degrees for about an inch and a half. It was welded onto a large metal ring that had a thumb-screw at the bottom. The caterer smeared the long part of the rod with oil then slipped the ring over the back end of the spit then slid it up until the round tip nestled between Candice’s firm, meaty buttocks. The then had the young man pull them apart and quickly slid the pole all the way into the meat-girl’s tight ass. Amelia did not blame Candice when she saw her eyes going wide as this happened. The woman then tightened the thumb-screw to lock it into place. Only then were the cuffs slid onto either end and the impaled girl’s arms and legs released so that her wrists and ankles could be strapped into them, Finally, the strap across her back was removed and she was lifted off the spitting bench onto the mounts over the coals where the spit was locked into place and immediately began to turn thanks to the electrical mechanism in the mounts.

“Excuse me.” Ryan broke away from his sister and friend as everyone surged forward for a closer look at the roasting girl. “I have to… go help someone with… something!” That was all the explanation he gave before taking off in the other direction to everyone else, leaving Erin and Amelia to shrug at each other blankly before giggling about the silliness of boys.

“Probably gone for a quick wank!” Amelia giggled. “That was pretty got to watch!”

Having stayed put when her parents moved forward with the others, Cat was easy to spot, standing on her own on the grass, looking around and hoping that her young conscript would not back out of their deal.

“Hi!” Ryan gave her a small, slightly shy wave. “Did you still want to…?”

“Fuck yeah!” Cat exclaimed. “Come on, let’s go while everyone’s distracted!” She did not take his hand as Amelia had done with Josh, just strode purposefully towards to house, trusting that Ryan would follow. Not knowing the layout of the house as well as Amelia, she entered through the French windows and went through the large living room which looked even bigger now that it was empty of people, out into the hallway and up the stairs with Ryan following close behind. As he followed her up the stairs he could not help taking in the soft, pale skin of her bare back and the deliciously round curves of her ass in the tight dress. “This one will do!” she declared, seeing the door to Amelia’s bedroom slightly ajar and pushing it all the way open. Hope there’s a… result!” she declared triumphantly, turning the lock once then were both inside.

“Did you want me to…?” Josh began to ask nervously, comfortable with the mechanics of intercourse but not quite sure how the build-up was supposed to go, having somewhat skipped any kind of foreplay with Ella and Lydia and got straight down to business.

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Down in the garden, everyone was still watching the recently-spitted meat-girl as she began to roast, watched over attentively by the caterers who basted her as she turned with a thick, rich, deep-red honey barbecue sauce. Amelia had found her way back to Josh and was hanging possessively on his arm while asking her questions of the caterers who were well aware that they were booked to prepare her in the same way in a few months’ time.

“Oh, there you are!” Laura chuckled as Ryan rejoined them, his hair looking rather mussed and his cheeks flushed pink. “What have you been up to?”

“Amelia reckoned you’d gone for a wank!” Erin teased him before he had a chance to answer.

“Not exactly!” he grinned a little sheepishly, feeling his cheeks start to burn.

“Oh don’t tease him!” Laura shook her head in amusement. “As long as you’re having fun?” Ryan nodded emphatically. “Good.” she smiled. “I think Better said there were going to be some games in a minute that everyone could join in with?” She looked around for the host but it seemed that she was also looking for them, getting Josh’s attention first then ushering him over, her granddaughter still firmly attached, over to rejoin the rest of his family so that she could talk to them all. “Is everything okay?” Laura asked.

“Oh yes!” Better smiled warmly. “I was just going to say that we have plenty of space so if you wanted to stay over until morning, you’d be more than welcome to.”

“Oh, well…” Laura looked at her husband.

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Hi, I wonder why the company don't just amputate the hucows arms and legs? The hucows will not move once they are in the frame anyway

Here's an idea, how about there's a competing company that offers better condition s for the hucow. Like free internet access or allowing family visits. Or maybe outside access for breeding, so boyfriends or husbands can come in to breed the hucows

>>30056
Well, I am not into amputees, really, but the in universe reason would be that its much more profitable to sell them whole at the end of their service than to sell their arms and legs, first and then their torso.

I am considering a body mod surgery in which their digestive tract gets removed so they can be roasted whole and alive, thoguh. That sounds fun.

>>30057
Not becoming a permanent hucow sounds interesting, but at the same time, in a universe where women are harvested for meat, I don’t know if it makes a lot of sense.
So far I am thinking of her first daughter turning 16 and finding out she cant become a hucow (infertile or something) so she is going to be turned in meat, but Sara offers her an alternative in the form of being roasted alive in a company party (sans most of her internal organs so its not messy)

Is there a prequel to this story, the opening makes me think there is.

>>30085
No, its just a short story in a pretty simple dolcett world, so I don’t go into too much info about the why of things, really.

I am thinking about a prequel, though, but it might be a series of diary entries on when Sara was developing the program. Not really sure about it yet.

The sequel is coming along nicely, though.

>>30014
Very nice! Is this meant to be the same story from a different perspective or a different but similar family? I do like the expanded meat-processing at the end of this one :D

Really interesting. Wish we'd gotten to know them all a bit better though. I'm also not going to compare this to my world, let it be it's own thing

>>30016
I´s a other family - and with a expand meat-processing. But it be play in the same world.

>>29994

Looks like AI story generation has gotten good enough to fool a lot more people now. It still has quite a ways to go before I would be satisfied with it, but at least it's not garbage any more.

Fairly hot story, if you overlook its flaws.

I didn't want to say anything but that does read like the perchance generator doesn't it? Ah well, I use ChatGPT for grammar checking

>>29940
>>29942
>>29943
These are awesome! Thank you 😁

And one of the young turtle girl talking to the Cheshire kitten.

>>29977
Love it! Just what I was picturing! <3

>>29944
I've played with "Red Riding Hood" a few times, mentioned in other stories. Obviously in a world where little girls are eaten all the time and consider it something to aspire to, getting eaten per se is not a threat so my "updated" version goes thus:

Red Riding Hood is on her way to Grandma's to be chopped up and hung in Grandma's smokehouse to see her through the winter. The selfish wolf gobbles her up whole so the Woodsman cuts her out of the wolf then goes ahead and chops her up as intended. Thus the wolf's crime becomes not the fact that he ate a little girl but that he greedily and selfishly ate a little girl who was supposed to see her Grandma through a whole winter.

>>29944
With Cinderella, when they see that Cinders and the Prince are truly in love, the sisters and maybe step-mother could offer themselves as their wedding feast to make up for their bad behaviour?

If I understand correctly, 1001 Arabian Nights (AKA Aladin) has beheadings inherent in the story.

>>29961
Amazing! 😍

The florist had been up since dawn twisting white roses into garlands, her fingers sticky with sap and thorns. She worked in silence, humming occasionally when a petal drifted onto the lace tablecloth spread across her workbench. The order was unusual—four smaller bouquets, one for each bridesmaid, with stems trimmed short enough for little hands to clutch. "You'd think it was a child's wedding," she muttered to herself, snipping the last stem with a decisive click of her shears.

Down the street, the six-year-old was spinning in circles on the front lawn, her flower crown already slipping over one eye. "I'm *dizzy*," she giggled, collapsing onto the grass. Her older sisters watched from the porch steps—the nine-year-old rolling her eyes, the eleven-year-old hiding a smile behind her book, the fourteen-year-old snapping pictures on her phone. "You'll ruin your dress before we even get there," the eldest chided, though her voice was warm. The little one just stuck out her tongue and kept spinning.

The bride arrived in a cloud of perfume and tulle, her smile sharp as a blade. "There you are," she cooed, sweeping the six-year-old into a hug so tight the child squeaked. "My perfect little doves." The girls lined up by height, squirming as their sister adjusted ribbons and straightened collars. "Stop fidgeting," the bride murmured, catching the eleven-year-old's chin between her fingers. "Today has to be *perfect*." Behind her, the groom leaned against the doorframe, his tie already loosened, watching the scene with quiet amusement.

The church smelled of wax and lilies, sunlight streaming through stained glass onto the polished pews. The six-year-old swung her legs impatiently, kicking the kneeler until the nine-year-old pinched her thigh. "Ow!" she hissed, but the bride shot them a look that silenced both. When the organ began to play, the girls rose in unison, their bouquets trembling slightly. The youngest forgot to walk slowly—she practically skipped down the aisle, beaming at the guests who chuckled behind their programs. The fourteen-year-old followed last, her jaw set, eyes fixed straight ahead.

The reception was held in the garden behind the old stone chapel, where paper lanterns swayed between ancient oaks. A string quartet played something light and forgettable as guests milled about with champagne flutes. The six-year-old had already stained her dress with frosting from the cake table, giggling as the eleven-year-old tried to dab it away with a napkin. "Stop squirming," the older girl hissed, but her hands were gentle.

Across the lawn, the bride sipped her wine, her eyes tracking the four girls with a slow, deliberate focus. The groom leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. "They look lovely," he murmured. She didn't answer, just tightened her grip on the stem of her glass until her knuckles paled.

It was the fourteen-year-old who noticed the ropes first. She froze mid-step, her bouquet slipping slightly in her grasp. The others followed her gaze—four nooses, swaying gently in the afternoon breeze. The chairs beneath them were painted white, the handcuffs glinting on the seats like misplaced party favors. The six-year-old tilted her head. "Are we playing a game?"

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The bride clapped her hands twice—a sound like champagne corks popping—and servants emerged with copper basins sloshing with rosewater. "Time to make them presentable," she announced, plucking a sponge from the nearest basin with the relish of a housewife about to scrub her best china. The six-year-old's body swayed gently as the first cascade of water hit her small chest, rivulets tracing down the faint blue veins still visible beneath translucent skin. Someone had thoughtfully tied her hair back with one of the discarded ribbons, and now the wet strands clung to her neck like seaweed.

The nine-year-old's body jerked unnaturally when the cold water hit her thighs, her bladder releasing a final trickle that mixed with the runoff. A maid tutted and lifted the girl's limp arm to scrub the armpit with lemon-scented soap, her fingers pausing to trace the delicate webbing of bruises left by the rope. "Such tender meat," she murmured to no one in particular, before moving on to rinse the girl's feet with the same care one might wash grapes.

By the time they reached the fourteen-year-old, the water in the basins had taken on a pinkish hue. The bride herself took charge of washing her favorite sister, using a silver-handled brush to scrub between the older girl's toes with meticulous attention. "You always hated dirty feet," she chided softly, turning the body to access the small of the back where lividity had begun to set in. The water sluiced away the sweat and urine of the hanging, leaving the skin goose-pimpled and clean.

The rope creaked in protest as the groom sawed through the taut fibers suspending the six-year-old's body. Her small frame slumped forward like a marionette with severed strings, her forehead thudding against the table with a hollow sound that made a nearby server wince. The bride caught the child's hips before she could slide off the edge, her wedding dress absorbing the last droplets of water still clinging to the girl's thighs. "Careful," she chided, arranging the tiny corpse with its arms folded neatly over the chest, as if tucking a doll into bed. "We want them presentable for the carving."

A kitchen boy dragged over the stainless steel bucket with a grating screech that set teeth on edge. The head chef—imported from Paris specifically for this service—tested the edge of his boning knife against his thumb and nodded approvingly at the crimson bead that welled up. He makes the first incision below the six-year-old's ribcage, the skin parting with surprising ease, like the peel of an overripe fruit. Her intestines spilled out in a glistening coil, smelling faintly of bile and the lavender soap they'd used to wash her. The chef flicked his wrist dismissively, sending the organs plopping into the bucket with a wet slap.

The nine-year-old's autopsy proved more dramatic. When the chef's knife slit her abdomen, a geyser of semi-clotted blood erupted, splattering across the groom's starched shirtfront in an abstract pattern. "Marvelous arterial pressure," the chef remarked in thickly accented English, probing the cavity with fingers that emerged slick and ruby-dark. He extracted her organs and tossing it over his shoulder into the bucket.

By the time they reached the eleven-year-old, the bucket was nearly full, a grotesque still-life of childhood anatomy stewing in its own fluids. Her spleen made a peculiar hollow sound when it hit the pile, like a stone dropped into a well. Her other organs follow.

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>>29821
That's the ticket! Can't be letting all that lovely meat go to waste 😁

Nice

Ngl, part 1 was best by far. Need more celebrations like that.

Chapter 9

Lumber Hunt

So there have been more days, more performances, more special performances… Nobody died though. For today the class had 2 classes, math and physics. Before they did though, they had to get up at 6am. Once again they had an announcement through the newly discovered speakers, only that it was Yamada talking this time.

“Today you will have a unique type of performance, as you will be the executors. Two girls will hunt down one of the students without making commotion, bringing them to the stage 3. Afterwards, the victim will be hung upside down and the same 2 people will saw the victim in half. The further they get, the more points they will score. But you must not make commotion in public! The way you achieve the hunt is up to you. Good luck!”

At 10am the 2 classes were over and the girls stayed in the classroom. They were trying to figure out if they should do it, who would do it, who would be the victim, and most of all, how to keep them from making a fuss? It wouldn’t be a problem if one of the weaker girls wandered around the halls alone, so they could disable her and duct tape her mouth. But they aren’t stupid to wander around alone. Hunting somebody down without making a fuss – isn’t that kind of impossible?

Our girls knew they should do it for points, but none of them, except Nori, was killer type. But it’s good for them they stayed together, as they were safe like this.

“Ayumi,” Nori noticed, “you… Haven’t been active lately. You don’t seem the type, but if I figure something out, we can turn somebody in and I would spare you most of the dirty work.”
“I’ll do it.” Stated Ayumi.

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Chapter 10

Dramatic Chapter

That day a challenge was for one person only. When they heard what it would have been be, nobody volunteered, so someone had to be picked. What a coincidence, it was Aoi!

Assistants tied her up, naked, and put her in a large glass cauldron. Or actually, it wasn’t glass. Or was it? Anyway, it had properties of bronze, only it was fully transparent just like glass. Then room temperature water was poured into it, covering frightened Aoi until her neck. A device then started blowing cool air at her head. Aoi was cold, but she would not stay cold for long. The butane fire was lit below the cauldron, and water started heating up.

Aoi’s challenge was not to make a sound. Water was estimated to start truly boiling after 15 minutes. If Aoi would make it, she would get points, and probably a large amount of them. But if she would fail, and make a sound, she would be left to boil to death!

And there she was, tensely sensing the water temperature going up. She did her best not to show her fear, although things didn’t move according to her expectations. The bottom of the cauldron got hot sooner than the rest of it, so Aoi’s butt and feet burned only a few minutes into the heating. Her face was really tense, but everything became much harder when the water started feeling hot. At first she felt painful pinching, and as minutes and minutes went by, her skin was burning like hell. The air that blew cool air to her head prevented her from passing out.

However, as 10 minutes had passed and Yamada had to leave the scene to talk to somebody, 2 of the students decided to be a little naughty. A surveillance circuit had been fixed that day and they heard cameras were out. They’d rip out some paper from their notebooks, put some dirt from the ground in it, scramble it into a ball and throw at Aoi. The first ball missed Aoi, who had her eyelids squeezed to cope with the burning more easily, and if the 2nd ball didn’t come straight after, Aoi’s friends would stop them. Unfortunately, the ball hit Aoi who then reflectively released an “Ah!”


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Thread almost archived haha. I was in a hurry, I hope it turned out well.

Chapter 11

Brazen Cat

The competition was nearing the end. But that day nobody feared the special performance. A father of a classmate made an invention, and he was going to demonstrate the prototype on his own daughter!

Until then Rika had been honestly doing her best to win, hoping everything would go according to Nori’s plan. Some of it sounded somewhat unrealistic, such as Nori’s statement that she would persuade a person into the exchange with Rika in case they refused. Otherwise Rika would need to punish a poor innocent girl not to break the rules.

As our remaining girls were hanging out in their rooms for a while, Momo had been wanting to ask Rika something. When Rika asked Momo what had been bothering her, Momo replied:
“Yamada-sensei… I heard he’s in trouble.” She said.
“I heard so too. So? I mean, what does it have to do with us?” Rika asked.
“I… It’s a word he’s in trouble for receiving a blowjob from one of us. It’s… They say it was you. Is that true?”

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bump

>>3102
Since the Author has disappeared online I'm bumping thisI

>>29844
The girl widens the noose so she can put her head through it. Then she tightens the knot behind her head again. The noose hangs too low for a full suspension, so she'll try a partial one. The girl takes off her shoes and bends her knees as if in prayer, but her knees don't quite reach the ground; she swings on her tiptoes, hanging by her neck. Gracefully, she pushes her skirt down a little and slides her hands between her thighs. Her face begins to turn pink, and judging by the sounds she makes, she's experiencing her final climax. But suddenly, she stops and looks directly into Yangtao's eyes.

>>29844
>>29784

"I heard you coming earlier; you were watching me. I probably would have done the same in your place. I don't mind what you saw; in fact, I'm glad you're here." "You're here to kill yourself too, am I right?"

Yangtao answered with a slight nod. She felt a little ashamed at having intruded on the stranger's personal space. But her words, or rather her gestures, spoke of universal love and appreciation. She seemed to be expecting an embrace, and that was precisely what Yangtao had been craving for ages. She stepped out of the bushes and snuggled against the woman. Her body was warm, a light scent of perfume lingering on her supple skin. Beneath it were the tendons and firm muscles of a high-performance athlete. Her shinbones were deformed by years of training, turned outwards, like a classical dancer. The woman pulled her close, and Yangtao returned the intimate embrace. Tears streamed from her eyes as the sobbing engulfed her body and mind like a thunderstorm. All the emotions she had suppressed for years were unleashed in that single moment. Hatred, longing, love, disappointment, betrayal, and much more coursed through her body at the same moment; she practically merged with her friend in her arms. A soft whisper reached her ears.

>>29857
"It's good, everything is good, you've arrived, and this is the perfect time and the perfect place for you. Accept it, let go, and be kind to your past. Everything is good and is as it should be." The words and the tenderness had a calming effect; her emotions dissipated just as a thunderstorm soaks into the sandy soil. But she still didn't feel strong enough to relinquish the protection of the close embrace. Weeping softly, she replied, "Looking back, I never truly lived. I'm an empty shell, and now I just want it all to be over. The only thing I might regret when I die is that I never made love, meaning with a partner, you know, with two people." The woman laid Yangtao's head on her neck and gave her plenty of time until she had finished crying. With the top of her dress, she dried the last tears on her cheeks, gently loosening the embrace.

>>29858

"I chose this place to die," the woman whispered. "Under this dress, I'm already wearing the clothes I'll wear in death, but before I do, I want to grant your wish, just as I hope you'll grant me one afterward."

Her hands slid down to her waist and grasped the belt around Yangtao's jumpsuit.

>>29705
A very big-hearted, idealistic young lady who was very much enjoyed 😁

Looks consensual alright, don't see why it's tagged semi-con.

>>29748
Seni-con is one of those tricky ones. She agreed to go along with whatever the ritual entailed, knowing that she would die in the process, bit she was not necessarily aware of everything that would be done to her, such as the gang-rape, and she had no option of pulling out once things started. That was my logic :)

Excellent fun for the natives and a good meal to finish.

>>29777
Thank you! It's not surprising the documentary was such a big hit, eh? :D

>>29495

didnt he posted on ravishu forum before it got taken down,?
this should be his hentaifoundry profile https://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/FiddyKucker/profile

does anyone have that story of his titled "bimbo camp" (or "bitch camp", cant remember the exact title)?