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The Fry Cook

It's a rough world where every crime carries a potential death penalty, but some ways to go aren't so bad. Especially if it's at the hands of a beautiful fry cook ;3

Content warnings: Snuff, implied cannibalism

This story is strictly for folks 18+, minors DNI.

I had actually started to think I'd survive. it'd been nearly five years since I got charged for tagging that building in high school and was forced to register in the system. my name was supposed to be scrubbed from it next month. it was just rotten fucking luck. I should've noticed when I came in, the way the staff were looking over the line, but I got distracted by the fry cook, a tall redhead in a faded band tee and jeans. I never could take my eyes off a strong jawline.

I couldn't believe how she was looking at me, her eyes tracing up and down my body, so blatantly taking me in, and with a hunger I'd rarely seen before. It took me too long to realize why that might be. Maybe I could've made it out if I had put it together a moment sooner, but it was too late.

The cook looked over to the girl at the counter and nodded over in my direction. before I knew what was happening she was in front of me, holding the scanner up to my face, and as it let out a happy little beep I understood my mistake. the cook just smiled and gestured at me to follow her.

There wasn't any point in running. I'd seen people try it, and it never ended well. there's worse things then dying, and trying to run was a quick way to learn that. I couldn't help crying though. I really had thought...

"Sorry sweetie, our delivery fell through today." The fry cook's voice was deep, but soft, gentle, and surprisingly comforting in this moment. Despite that hunger, she seemed genuinely apologetic. "I'll need you to strip, remove your piercings, and kneel, over by the drain."

The kitchen was cramped, with unwashed pots and pans piling up in the sink and grime accumulating in the corners of the floor. I couldn't help but feel strange undressing here, but my hands worked down the buttons of my blouse, and soon enough it fell away off my shoulders. my skirt quickly followed it, crumpled to the floor as I stepped out and leaned down to gather the garments up. That's when I felt her hand on my ass.

I knew it wasn't technically allowed, that butchers and cooks and grocers weren't supposed to "play with their food", but it still happened all the time. It was a rare crime that didn't come with a registration requirement, and at worst got you a $100 fine. And that was if you could find someone anal enough to actually enforce it. this all flashed through my mind as her first hand explored my ass, running her fingers over my panties, squeezing my cheeks, before slipping beneath the fabric and groping between them. As I started to stand back up, her other hand wrapped around me, beginning to grope at my breasts, squeezing at my bra as she held me in place. I relaxed under her grip, leaning back against her body. She was so beautiful, and her talented hands put me right at ease. I couldn't help but smile a little, thinking about how practiced she must've been, how many girls like me had met this fate at her hands. There were definitely worse ways to go.

Her hand left my breast for a moment, grabbing something off the counter beside us, before I heard a shearing "snip", and felt my bra fall away, a pair of kitchen shears between my tits. She worked quick, snipping the band on my panties a moment later, pulling both away and laying them across the pile in my arms.

"The bin's over there, toss those and meet me by the drain." she punctuated her last word with a light slap on my ass, pushing me towards the bin at the end of the counter.

It was a strange feeling, watching my cloths land in the garbage. they were so dull and grey, I never liked them. They were work clothes, a shitty data entry job with a shittier dress code. something about seeing them in the trash was... liberating. despite my impending fate, I found myself smiling. She really was beautiful. if I had to pick a way to go-

"Shake your tail sweetie, I need you in the grinder asap."

I felt my face flush as reality once again intruded on fantasy.

"S-sorry, coming."

As I made my way over to her I couldn't help but take in the sight. she'd donned a white canvas apron, stained a splotchy pink through years of slaughter. She stood with her feet to either side of a drain in the tile floor, a long, curved butchers knife with a black plastic handle in her right hand. I hadn't noticed the stains on her boots before. the dashes of red splattered across the black leather were a nice look, I hadn't even realized they were stains.

As I walked up to her, looked into her eyes, and started to kneel, she grabbed my shoulder, stopping me. "Other way sweetie."

"O-oh." I was crestfallen. The one good thing that could come of this suddenly evaporating. "I had thought, maybe I could... that before I go I could..."

her eyes ran down by body, tracing over my neck, my breasts, my tummy, and landing on my clit, embarrassingly hard and twitching beneath me.

"I'm sorry, but people are waiting." She seemed sympathetic, and I couldn't help but give her my best puppy-dog stare. "No, really, I can't, I need to... I don't have time to... to..."

She stared down at me, her height and her platform boots putting her eyes a good four inches above mine.

"Fine, you've got two minutes, but you better make me cum or I swear to god I'll make this hurt."

I wasted no time dropping to my knees.

Her bulge was already straining against her jeans, it was clear she enjoyed this part of the job. I quickly unbuttoned her, pulled her zipper down, and freed her cock from it's enclosure. I was actually stunned for a moment, it was easily nine inches, and it looked like I could barely get my hand around it. The head was a beautiful swollen purple, with subtle veins streaking down her shaft. Then the smell hit. A full day of slaving over a hot grill at the end of summer washed over me all at once, the sweat mixed with piss and a days worth of precum from other slaughters. I felt nauseous but desperate, somehow enamored with the stench, gagging as I wrapped my lips around her head and took her into my mouth.

I rolled my tongue around her head, swirling around the crest and pressing the tip into her slit, the flavors of those same scents coating my tongue and fuzzing my mind. With so little time though, I quickly began to work her in deeper, pulling her further into my mouth, drawing out just a little, the forcing myself down even deeper, again, and again, and again. She met little resistance as she reached the back of my throat, slipping inside with another thrust, and with that, I began to lower her shaft down inside me, pushing myself in a long, slow, constant stroke towards the base. I felt her bulge out my throat as I worked down, until my nose pressed into her soft red bush, my forehead against her tummy, finally settled inside me.

"Ninety seconds"

I swallowed, my throat mussels rippling around her cock as I began to pull out, just a few inches, until the ridge of her head was just inside my throat, before pushing down again. I swallowed again, and again, gagging occasionally, working her in and out as quick as I could, bringing a hand up to my own neck, feeling the bulge as she slid in and out.

I looked up to her, as best I could, rolling my eyes up and lowering myself just a little, to see her face up above me. she wasn't even looking. she stared out at her kitchen wearing a sweet yet rather bored smile. it was devastating. I had hoped, using the last moment of my life, she would have at least enjoyed it.

She finally looked down again, making eye contact with me, seeing the disappointment in my eyes.

"Sorry sweetie, you seem good at this, really." the encouragement rang rather hollow. "not a lot of people can take me down that easily, I'm impressed. it's just, I kill five or ten a day, and everyone wants a final fuck, or a final blowjob, or whatever. it's just gotten kinda routine."

She glanced up again, towards that same spot on the far wall.

"One minute."

Oh god, that's even worse. she'd been looking at the clock.

Some pathetic little sound escaped my mouth from around her cock, and she looked back.

"Here, can I just, I'm just gonna use you, alright? it'll be easier that way."

I didn't have time to register what she was saying before I felt her take a fistful of hair on either side of my head and begin pulling me off her cock, out of my throat, over my tongue, and fully out of my mouth. I was about to ask why when she plunged back in, suddenly forcing her entire length into me, pulling my head in against her crotch and punching straight through into my throat. I choked. I couldn't even understand what I was feeling, the sudden pain, the discomfort at the entrance of my throat, something clearly having been bruised or torn in the thrust, and the sudden fullness blocking my airway just as I had been trying to get my first real breath in over a minute. Before I could try and understand, she pulled out again, her head suddenly resting on my tongue, my lungs compressing, clearing themselves of the stale air, before she forced her self back in.

One of her hands moved to grip the back of my head, the other still on the side, as I felt her lean over me, pulling out again, but her hips now moving back in time with my head. This time, however, she stayed lodged in my throat, no breath allowed to refill my lungs. instead, she plunged back in, and out again, faster this time, far faster then I had managed on my own. she slammed into me harder, faster, using my neck as a fleshlight as the oxygen deprivation sunk in and I began to lose my grip on the world. somewhere above me I heard a moan, followed by words punctuating each thrust.

"thit- ty- sec- onds."

I felt nauseous by a sudden sensation of movement in that dark, muddled place, a *thunk* and a dull pain in the back of my head, as she swung me around and pinned me against the cabinets beneath the counter, leaning over it as she thrust her hips and fucked my mouth faster again. as I bobbed on her cock I felt the back of my head slam into the cabinets again and again, each jolt of pain accompanied by a renewed detachment from the world, aided by the failure of my burning lungs to catch another breath. All that was clear was the feeling my throat, the burning thrusts relentlessly plunging into me.

Suddenly, they slowed, still just as forceful, just as quick to plunge inside, but further between, until finally she buried herself as deep as she could, and I felt a sudden warmth deep within me. Her cum washed over my bruised throat, filling it, rushing down into my stomach, her weight pressed against my face, pinning me there, soft, and warm, blunting the sharp edges of the world.

As it all began to fade away, she suddenly pulled out, dragging the flavor of her cum, mixed with the blood of my torn up throat, out onto my tongue, filling my mouth, all suddenly brightened as air rushed into my lungs and my brain reignited. For a moment the joy, the vibrancy of the world flushed into me, the taste on my tongue so much brighter then before, but in moments the pain set in. my torn throat, my concussed head, it screamed into my brain, and I couldn't help but look up to her, an expression of shock on my face.

The sympathy in her eyes was still there, and she wore a satisfied smile, but she took hold of my hair all the same. She dragged me out in front of her, stepped behind me, and before I could even think to say anything, I felt the blade slice across my neck. I felt my own warmth spill down over my breasts, the pain numbed by the endorphins already pouring through my system. I was looking up at her, my head tilted back, her knife digging deeper, as she sawed her way through my neck. She really was beautiful.

My thoughts began to fade as she reached my spine, slipping between the vertebrae. a sudden pain coursed through me again as the nerves were severed, and suddenly, the feelings in my chest, the burning in my lungs, were all gone, a sensation joined quickly by a feeling of weightlessness as my carcass dropped away. The last sensation was a comforting fullness in my mouth, and the scent and taste of sweat and cum, filling me once again.

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#every time i read this im fully throbbing by the end #amazing work as always sis <3 #but you already knew that <3

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