That was fun! Please tell me the whole story was built around the Dad-joke about needing a hand! Will we be hearing more from this family?

>>28881
Ha ha! Sadly, it wasn't. But when the scene came up, the opportunity was seized! And yes, there will be more of them later.

I'm glad you dig it.

Great start to a story! Though I wonder who would hire an old woman when there are plenty younger ones available.

A delicious start to an amazing story. I wonder what shitty, low paying job she will get. I hope its like a public toilet slut, a guillotine cleaner, crash test dummy, or modern art canvas.

PART 2: "A HARD DAY'S WORK"


Kate sat on the couch in the waiting room. Dressed in her best outfit, a see-through shirt, she glanced around sheepishly. Surrounded by young girls, she stood out in age. A lot.

After a rather long, nervous wait, a woman a little younger than Kate entered the waiting room. She had a stern expression, short black hair, and quite shapely breasts. She wore a black suit that didn’t contain a shirt. Her breast was nicely exposed and auroras of sides of her auroras were visible from correct angles. Kate noticed that she had one metal prosthetic foot. The other foot was bare.

"Good morning, you worthless sluts," she greeted them with disgust. "I don't feel like making long speeches. I'm Molly, your dispatcher. You're here to make some money, and you're in luck. We're launching a new campaign, and Mr. Harrison needs new living advertisements. Strip down and come to the tattoo studio."

The girls eagerly began to shed their clothes and seemed quite aroused. Their bodies were becoming mere advertising space. Their entire lives had led them to this point of being used as a common object, merely a canvas to advertise a product. Kate, too, was feeling aroused. Ignoring the large trash can, the woman was putting her clothes on the waiting room couch. When she, like the rest of the girls, was completely naked, Molly approached her and quickly tossed her clothes into the trash, along with the rest.

"Hey, that was my best shirt!" Kate protested.

"Now listen here, you fucking rasin,” the dispatcher explained angrily. “You were hired only because we ran out of younger girls. So don’t get cocky unless you want me to change my mind. You belong to us now, and living billboards don't need clothes. Now go get tattooed, before I decide to snuff you."

Kate was extremely displeased, but she couldn't deny the woman's point. She hardly belonged to this place and needed to cling to it, because there was no second chance in the foreseeable future. She obediently went to the next room. There were armchairs lined up in a row. Beside each one stood a young man. Each one was well-muscled, tattooed, and fiercely handsome. The first girls were already taking their seats.

The woman approached an empty seat. Her tattoo artist was young, maybe Olivia's age. He had long hair, a tank top, and a dozen or so girls' faces tattooed on his arm. All but the last one were crossed out.

"Hi, I'm Kate," she introduced herself.

"Joshua," the boy replied. "We don't talk much."

He sat the woman down and secured her arms and legs with straps. Kate realized her pussy was completely exposed and began to blush like a girl. She also began to regret not going to the bathroom earlier.

The tattoo artist began his work by pulling out his electric razor. He carefully shaved the woman's pubic hair. He maintained a professionally neutral expression, but the bulge in his pants suggested he was feeling more involved. Kate felt intimate and exposed at the same time. It was making her increasingly wet.

Joshua then prepared the tattoo pen and hung the design in front of him. It showed a large erect penis and the words "DIKC MAGNIFIER 2000."

"I think there's a typo there," Kate remarked.

"I don't care," the tattoo artist admitted indifferently. "The client sent this design, so this is what we're doing."

He placed the pen against Kate's stomach, and she felt a stab of pain as he activated it. The steady hum of the machine, the constant pain, and the man's scent made her increasingly aroused. Her pussy was already dripping with her juices. The tattoo artist worked higher and higher, and by the time he tattooed a penis on her right breast, the pain and arousal overwhelmed her. She felt a strong spasm in her pussy. She couldn’t control her bladder anymore, and a long stream of urine shot out from between her legs, uncontrollable. Joshua chuckled at the sight.

"Fuck!" a tattoo artist from the next chair growled suddenly. "I fucked up. I spelled DICK correctly."

"Start from the beginning," Joshua suggested.

The tattoo artist took out a knife, slit the girl's throat in a swift motion, and as she gagged and squirted blood, he unstrapped her from the harness and threw her to the floor. The girl was still dying in a pool of blood, trying to catch her breath when the next in line sat down in the chair and allowed herself to be strapped in. She panted excitedly as the tattoo artist began working on her.

"Finished," Joshua said.

He studied his work on Kate's body for a moment, comparing it to the pattern. The tattoo was a bit uneven because of the woman's large, slightly sagging breasts, but it was legible. He put the pen down.

"And since you're already strapped nicely in..." he added.

He unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants, along with his boxers. Kate glanced at his hard penis and found it quite satisfyingly large. The man climbed into the chair. Kate wanted to feign resistance, to give him more satisfaction in conquering her, but her still bound hands and legs didn't give her much room to maneuver. Joshua thrust into her wet pussy and began to penetrate her intensely.

"You're just like my mom," he panted in her ear. "I loved fucking that slut."

"Oh yes, son," Kate moaned, taking up the game she knew that well. "Fuck me! Get your mommy pregnant!"

Joshua thrust even harder, and the woman felt her vagina being filled with warm semen. They both panted with arousal.

"Tattoo your mommy on your cock!" the tattoo artist next to them growled. "Unbuckle that slut and go get the next one. If we don't let them out soon, Molly’s gonna tear our asses off!"

***

Kate walked slowly down the street. Her bare feet ached from the uneven sidewalks, and the wind chilled her naked body. She felt exposed and vulnerable, far more than she was used to. Everyone who passed her turned to look at her bare breasts, tattooed with a large penis and an advertising banner. Only now did it dawn on her that (assuming she survived more than a few days) this penis would be on her forever.

She was passing a butcher's shop when she decided to stop to brush off a few pesky pebbles embedded in the skin of her feet. She jumped, suddenly startled, when she caught the eye of Shirley, whom she had recently gotten rid of. Only a dozen frantic heartbeats later did she realize that her daughter's severed head was staring back at her from the display, and this was the same shop she'd sold her to. Everything was in order.

Her next steps were directed toward the park. She hoped there would be a lot of people there on such a warm day. She walked through the gate, mentally repeating the script she was supposed to recite in case anyone asked about the product tattooed on her. Unfortunately, it was still too early. People were still working, and the park was practically empty. She decided to take a short break near a body dumpster.

As she propped her foot on a bench to pee, a family walked past. They stopped to watch the woman with the tattooed huge cock peeing. Kate, somewhat accustomed to the new levels of humiliation, looked at them in turn. The husband was a well-muscled black man dressed in shorts and a tank top. The woman, a petite blonde, looked almost like a toy next to him. She wore a loose T-shirt and skirt. She had a pregnant belly. A young cappuccino-hued girl toddled beside them, and another child slept in a stroller. The woman held the leash on which she was leading the naked girl.

"Mom, what does DIKC mean?" the girl asked.

"I think it’s ‘dick’ spelled weirdly," her mother explained.

"Dick Magnifier 2000 is a wonderful new penis enlargement product for any man," Kate recited, still urinating. "Give your woman more pleasure today before you snuff her!"

"With you, I don't need to enlarge anything," the man laughed, taking off his pants.

Kate gasped in surprise. The man's enormous penis hardened as he approached her. He certainly wasn't the target audience for her ad. He took his shirt too, then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to her knees. She didn't protest when he shoved his massive meat into her mouth.

Penetrated by the monster, she noticed that the man's wife had sat down on a bench, removed her skirt, spread her legs, and visibly began masturbating. The girl was sitting next to her mother, watching her father with curiosity.

The man suddenly thrust deeper. Kate felt the tip of his monstrous cock slide down her esophagus, painfully squeezing through her throat deeper and deeper. Her body couldn't decide between gagging and desperately gasping for air.

"Mom, can we go already?" the girl pleaded. "I'm hungry!"

"Right." Her mother's mood changed instantly. "Come on, Dave, we still have to cook that slut." She pointed at the naked girl on the leash.

"But I'm only halfway there," the man protested.

"Finish that slut off and come," the pregnant woman ordered.

The woman took her daughter's hand and began pushing the stroller toward the house. She hadn't put on a skirt, so her wet pussy was on full display. The meatslut smiled apologetically before being pulled behind them. The man called Dave watched them displeasedly. Kate continued to choke on his cock and was losing her vision. She tried to slam her hand against his hip and free herself. He thought for a few long seconds, then realized the knife had been left in the baby stroller. He looked the dying woman in the eye.

"The things you do for your family..."

He pulled his enormous cock out, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her to the body dumpster. He threw her out and went, naked, with his enormous penis sticking out, after his wife.

Kate vomited profusely onto the bodies in the dumpster before she managed to draw a breath. She laid there, gathering strength for a moment longer, in the dumpster where she belonged.

When she regained some consciousness, she realized one of the bodies was looking at her. It was one of the girls who had been advertising penis enlargement products with her. Her stomach had been ripped open, and her guts were spilling out onto the rest of the bodies. She was still conscious, though.

"Please, help me," she pleaded weakly.

"Sorry, I'm not paid to help," Kate shrugged slyly.

The woman climbed out of the dumpster and closed the lid because it stank inside.

"The things you do for your family..." she repeated after the man.

***

Kate entered the house and closed the door behind her. She didn’t care to turn on the light. She was naked, covered in cum of a dozen men, and the tattoo burned her skin, making it impossible to forget. Deadly tired, she walked over to the armchair, collapsed into it, and before sinking completely into it, she placed her day’s earnings on the table. It wasn't much, but as long as no one killed her, she could afford basic needs without selling anyone. Too tired to move, she simply started peeing, letting everything fall onto the table and floor.

"Mom, you're back!" Betty exclaimed happily.

The girl ran into the living room and happily jumped onto her mother's lap. She didn't care that she was still peeing. Kate, despite being practically unconscious from exhaustion, noticed that both of her arms were missing.

"What happened to your other arm?" she asked.

"Oops..." the girl blushed. "It was supposed to be a surprise..."

The sudden flash of light blinded the woman for a moment.

"Surprise!" all the children shouted.

When Kate regained her sight, she saw Olivia placing a large plate of perfectly roasted shoulder in front of her. Served with peppers and onions, it gave off an incredibly inviting aroma. Her mother realized she hadn't eaten all day, and her stomach began to aggressively demand food.

"You roasted this yourself?" she asked, surprised, before diving into the food.

"Yes!" Olivia admitted proudly. "We wanted to thank you for sacrificing so much for us."

"Most moms would just snuff us, but you're doing your best," Betty added. "You make our deaths feel significant!"

Kate's eyes filled with tears, but she cleared her throat, feigning a choke. After all, that was what family was all about, just as her own mother had taught her: live together, fuck together, and die together.

"Oh yes, I want to make you sluts feel important until you’re snuffed like trash," she promised.

“Thanks, mom,” Olivia blushed, feeling her pussy getting wet already. “Your death is only as good as your life before it.”

Mother touched her pregnant belly.

"And you’re my reason to carry on. I'll do anything to see my granddaughter."

The women smiled at each other. Life as a single mother wasn't easy, but moments like these were worth it.

They spent the rest of the evening watching TV together. Sam gave Mom cunnilingus, bringing her to orgasm every now and then. She and Olivia were making out the whole time, fondling each other's breasts. Betty watched all this, wishing she had her hands to touch her pussy with.

PART 3: "CLIMBING UP THE LADDER"

The next day, Kate showed up at work punctually. She was already naked, as there was no point taking any clothes from home. Once in the waiting room she realized that at least a third of the girls were absent. They probably hadn't survived the day before. Oh well. The waiting room, however, was full of new girls, still dressed and tattoo-free. Was a new campaign starting already? Kate was in a great mood. She had a new purpose in her job, and even the extreme humiliation didn't seem as unbearable as the day before.

Molly entered the waiting room with several men. Kate noticed that the dispatcher had prosthetic feet on both legs instead of just one. She was having some difficulty keeping her balance.

"Sluts, listen up!" she announced. "It turns out there was a typo in the ad design. We need to get rid of you and get new tattoos. You new ones, get undressed and go to the tattoo studio over there. You old sluts, the client doesn't want faulty ads circulating on the streets, so we have to get rid of you."

The men pulled out knives, grabbed naked, tattooed girls, and began slitting their throats. They cut until the gurgling head was separated from the body. They would then throw it on the floor and move on to the next living advertisement. The other girls waited relaxed on the couches, wondering when their turn would come. They made bets among themselves, masturbating openly. Kate watched the growing pyramid of severed heads and felt aroused too. So this is how she’s going to end? With her head severed, being a defective product? She began to fondle her pussy. It was stronger than her. This was the most humiliating death she could imagine. She repeatedly imagined the knife in her worthless throat while her fingers worked inside her womanhood.

As several more heads landed in a heap, Kate was close to orgasm. She had a feeling this last one would be truly intense.

She stopped, however, and pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She felt her body protesting against such unfair treatment, but she refused to continue. She'd made a promise to herself, and she intended to continue down that path until she achieved her goal, or died trying.

She noticed one of the men had set his knife aside to rape one of the severed heads. Molly, meanwhile, was observing the scene with bored expression and checking off the numbers on the ad-removing report.

"Molly, was it?" Kate asked, approaching. "I have a favor to ask."

"What is it, slut? I have a job to do."

***

Mr. Harrison sat in a swivel chair in his office. He was a middle-aged man with a potbelly developed from a sedentary lifestyle. His suit wasn’t the state of fashion but it did the job. He wasn't wearing any pants, however. He was slowly masturbating while watching a live broadcast from his wife on his cell phone.

"I'd like to dedicate this performance to my dad," the girl being recorded said on stage in front of the entire school. "He couldn't make it, but he promised he would watch me online."

When she finished her speech, several men appeared on stage. They began stripping and violently raping her. They very slowly severed various limbs and organs to keep her alive as long as possible. They also invited anyone from the audience to join in.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," the boss ordered, still masturbating.

The office door opened, revealing Kate. The naked woman stepped inside and placed Molly's severed head on the desk. She was holding a knife in the other hand.

"Good morning, Mr. Harrison," she greeted humbly. "I think Molly had an accident."

"Thanks for the information," the boss said. He didn’t look away from his daughter’s torment and continued masturbating. "Now go, I believe you were to be terminated."

"You'll need a new dispatcher," Kate pointed out. "I can fill in. Here, I filled out the report myself."

She placed the report on the murder of the defective girls on the desk. Mr. Harrison gave her a look. A very brief one, because he immediately returned to his daughter being raped and masturbation.

"That's not enough to hire you," he admitted. "I'd rather train some slut from scratch."

"Oh, I know what you need the most."

She lifted her leg and placed it on the desk. This time Mr. Harrison gave her a very long look. Kate gripped the knife handle more firmly and began to cut her leg just above the foot. She hissed in pain, especially as she tried to saw through the bone. However, the boss began to watch her with interest. He began biting his lip, and his hand returned to playing with his member. He completely forgot about his phone and his daughter, who was sure her daddy was closely watching her humiliating final act.

When the foot was separated, Kate took it in her hand, knelt before the man, and began to slide it up and down his member. The boss began to pant with excitement. She masturbated him with her severed foot while letting her imagination run wild. She devised all sorts of ways and combinations, and each position of her foot on the penis only aroused its owner more and more. Kate smiled. She hit the nail on the head with this one. Finally, the boss couldn't hold it in any longer, and a huge stream of semen shot straight onto Kate's face, hand, and foot. He didn't stop pumping until the woman was covered in his seed.

"Fine," he said, feigning indifference. "You're hired."

“Did you see, honey?” the woman on the phone said. “They just cut off our daughter’s head.”

The man paid no attention, however and turned the connection off. He already went off this afternoon.

***

Life had become quite good. A dispatcher's salary allowed for much more than the meager scraps given to living advertisements. And Kate wasn't obligated to get herself killed at the end of her campaign. Now she was subject only to the whims of her boss. Her amputated foot, now replaced with metal prosthetic, was a painful reminder of that.

That warm morning, Kate ate breakfast with her family. The toasts with cheese and meat, which she hadn't had to cut from her own children, tasted delicious. Olivia devoured toast after toast, clearly unable to satisfy her hunger. Her mother sensed her due date was approaching, which pleased her greatly. On the other side of the table, Sam masturbated with Betty's severed head. Kate was thrilled to see her children play nicely together.

Finally, Sam came, and a stream of semen shot across the table in a beautiful lob, straight onto Kate's toast. Her mother smiled at the feat. Very slowly and suggestively, she lifted the food to her mouth and took a bite.

After breakfast, Kate began getting ready for work. She put on her new favorite slutty dress. It was cut to cover only her right breast (the one with the penis, because Mr. Harrison felt uncomfortable fucking her with it visible). Her left breast hung freely, showing off her typo tattoo. The dress was short enough that her pussy was visible from certain angles and certainly accessible to Mr. Harrison’s whim.

"I'm going to work," she announced to the children. "Please take out the trash before you go to school," she asked, pointing to Betty's head and body.

***

This day at work promised to be a pleasant one. Morning billboard tidying was always enjoyable. It was the beginning of the month, and two campaigns were just ending. She sat in a chair and watched as employees decapitated tattooed girls. With one hand, she masturbated, and with the other she marked off the dead girls on the report. This time, she didn't have to limit herself. She reached orgasm several times, so powerful that her juices flew across the room, landing on the severed heads, the living girls, and the employees with knives. She was beyond aroused and wanted everyone to see the details of what she was doing.

The fun couldn't last forever, though. Once all the heads had been correctly separated from the bodies, Kate left the tidying up to the employees and returned to her office to organize the documents. She had a lot to sign. Mr. Harrison told her specifically to just go through everything and not to care, but she preferred to read each one carefully.

***

Kate entered Mr. Harrison's office carrying a stack of documents.

"What's that?" he asked. "Can't you sign it yourself?"

"It's all from the backlog, it needs your signature."

"I have more important things to do than read this crap."

"It's very important," the dispatcher added. "But I can make it more worthwhile," she added seductively, lifting the saw she'd brought.

Mr. Harrison immediately took up the game. He pretended to focus on the documents while she cut her other foot off. Then she began to caress his erection with the severed part in the way she discovered he liked best. The boss automatically signed all the documents, his mind focused on his growing arousal. Finally, he came, and the entire load shot straight onto Kate's face.

The woman, limping because she was resting all her weight on one prosthetic leg, sorted the signed documents and put them in her briefcase. At that moment, someone knocked on the office door. At the boss's request, a young woman Kate had never seen before entered.

"Good morning," she said shyly. "I'm here about the job."

"Very well," the boss replied. "Kate, this is Janett, the new dispatcher. You'll be training her."

"I didn't know we were hiring a new one," the older woman replied. "I'm getting the job done just fine by myself."

"I know. She'll replace you. Teach her everything, and then go to the guys and have them cut off your head or whatever."

"What?” Kate felt her rage rising. “What does she have that I don't?"

"Both feet."

Kate couldn't deny this logic. Fortunately, she had a plan of her own. She hobbled over to the saw she'd left on the desk, approached Mr. Harrison from behind, and began slicing his throat. The boss was so astonished by this behavior that he didn't react. He only wheezed, and two streams of blood shot from his neck, drenching the newcomer. Once the man's head was separated, Kate placed it on the desk like a trophy and shoved the pantless body to the ground. She sat triumphantly in the boss's chair.

"My granddaughter is due in a few weeks," she announced. "I'm not going to let my head get chopped off just like that."

"So... what now?" asked shocked Janett, unsure if this was still part of the job interview.

"I knew you were coming, I read your resume," Kate explained with a sly smile. "Unlike certain someone," she poked her ex-boss’ head, “I read what I sign. Now I own the place.”

She looked at the girl with a look of sinister satisfaction.

"So..." Janett guessed. "You still need a new dispatcher, right?"

"You know... I actually do. Welcome aboard. I'll show you the ropes. But first, get yourself busy down here, slut."

The girl obediently dived between Kate’s legs and started kissing and licking her exposed pussy. Her tongue was doing some serious magic. The new boss moaned in a sudden surge of pleasure.

Kate laughed to herself. She'd outwitted the old man. Now she sat in his place, and the young slut, nestled between her spread legs, brought her to another orgasm. She owned her and every other bitch in this building. Life was good.

***

The sun was warming the hospital parking lot. Kate and Olivia were sitting on a bench waiting for a taxi. The mother was wearing her favorite one-boob dress that revealed part of her humiliating tattoo. Her both feet were replaced by metal prosthetics. Olivia was wearing only a skirt. She was holding her newborn baby to her bare breasts, the baby trustingly drinking her milk.

"This is a beautiful moment," Kate admitted. "This is more than most women dream of: seeing their own granddaughter."

"Isn't it?" Olivia admitted. "So many people wanted to fuck me to death, but I didn't let them. I knew how much it meant to you. I wanted to carry this little one to term."

For a moment, they both looked at the baby tenderly. The silence was becoming more and more awkward.

"Well..." Olivia began. "It was fun while it lasted..."

"So…" her mother asked, forming the proposition in her head. "Do you want to go home and let Sam snuff us?"

"I thought you’d never ask."

A short moment later a taxi pulled up. Olivia got up from the bench, gave the baby a bored look, and then tossed it into a trash can. She and her mother got into the cab and drove home, where the horny boy was waiting for them. They spent the rest of the day and night fucking him, making sure he pumped all his cum into them before they allowed themselves to be brutally mutilated and gutted.

Wonderful story and a perfect ending.

Certainly interesting, especially enjoy the casual disposal of the baby which makes me wonder how many babies in that story world gets thrown away like that.

However, like with your last story I don't really enjoy male mutilation, which surprise surprise include male snuff but overall it was a good story.

Thank you all for reading. Im glad you liked it.

>>28903
You know, that makes an interesting question. How DO demographics work in an ultracasual sunff world? Is there a surplus of girls for some reason? Or maybe it only happens localy? I choose the easiest solution and completely ignore it for sake of good fun but hey, it's something to think about :)

And yes, I actually tried toning male violence down thanks to your suggestion. This one was needed to progress the story and would feel off if I made it less gory. I stopped sexualizing it however :) It will still happen in my future stories, if the plot needs it and I hope it's ok enough for you to overlook it.

>>28959
Yeah, I think ignoring everything regarding why the snuff world works as it does is the best idea.

Also, me complaining about the male snuff is me just being selfish, I can easily ignore it so long as your writing continues to be good.

Great story! Loved it. ❤️

>>28959

Just speaking for myself here, the male snuff scene was startling because there was no indication that it was possible. All the other gore and casual mistreatment up to that point had been focused on women / girls, so I had assumed that men were never killed so casually in your world.

My advice would be to continue writing exactly the kind of story you like to write, but I think it would be polite to put something in the tags at the start to clue readers in to whether to expect the victims to be male, female, or both.

>>28965
You know, that's actually a good point, I'll try doing that from now on.

Also, thanks for reading. Glad you liked it.