The Market: Cereus & Sushibite Ex, NC, M/s, M/p, cannibalism, casual brutality, bestiality, water-sports, sexual slavery, and more

[Cereus]

Again she forgot to properly address her father/owner. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd reminded his naked milk cow to call him Master, or Daddy. Too many times, certainly. "You will, Eryn", Anthony said, stabilizing his naked daughter by pulling her close to him. It was probably best, he decided, to let Bethany give Eryn a few lessons on obedience....that, or just take his pretty bitch across his knee, and whip her ass red. And as tantalizing a thought as that was, he didn't want his naked slut bruised before "introducing" her to that stallion which was in desperate need of being milked. Not so much because of the stallion, but because of the rancher who owned it. Tre Fong had arranged the introduction, and Anthony wanted to make a good impression.

Almost absentmindedly, Anthony tilted his pretty daughter's face up toward his, and spit directly into her open mouth. "You will do exactly as I say....as you're told", he continued, tracing back to his previous thoughts. "You're a piece of meat. A cow that gives milk" he said calmly, reaching down to grab her naked ass. "The only reason you continue to live, is because you please me......", he added, letting those words trail off, allowing Eryn to digest their meaning. "Any cow-slut can give milk. Any other slut can provide meat". He held her close to him, her petite body against his much larger, and stronger body. His cock was rigid, and hard, and he knew she could feel it against her, separated from her naked flesh by a couple millimeters of woven cloth. He leaned forward, sweeping her silky hair from her delicate sculpted ear, and whispered "Keep daddy happy, or you're dinner".

He was going to say more, when a sharp whistle from the sales floor below distracted him. It was Rudy, waving and whistling to get Anthony's attention. The government's accountant was standing next to the cage of 13 meat sluts, waiting rather impatiently for his 156 dollars. It was a welcome distraction. The day wasn't getting any younger, and Eryn had places to be, and stallions to do. Tre Fong hadn't shown up, and Anthony was happy with that....the eclectic chef would have turned things into a circus, and this way, Anthony was getting out relatively whole! "Come along, Eryn", he snarled quietly at his naked daughter, giving her leash a solid jerk, and turning on his heel, and leading the naked girl stumbling along after him.

Rudy was waving at him all the way down, snapping his fingers, whistling and shouting hey, lest Anthony suddenly lose focus, bend his luscious naked daughter over, and slam his rigid, aching cock into her tight, and wet little cunt. "Tre Fong", Rudy mouthed wordlessly as Anthony approached...still waving, still snapping his fingers. "He's not here?", Anthony asked rhetorically. "Message for you...." Rudy finally gasped out loud, handing over a pastel orange sealed envelope to Anthony. Inside was a scrawled note that read "Can't make it", on what looked like a scrap of used napkin....and two thousand dollars.

At least he wrote, Anthony thought. That's what was important. He grinned at the thought of Tre Fong spending two thousand dollars on meat sluts....the thirteen Anthony just bought was stretching his capacity as it was. He would have been swamped in pussy. He pulled a marker from his pocket and began slowly making his way down the line of thirteen naked girls he'd purchased. One girl...just one had a decent pair of tits, he decided, and after slapping her into submission, and fondling her "assets", squeezing, and pinching at her bared nipples, he scrawled a large capital "M" on the center of her chest, just above her tits.

"Your turn", he said, pressing the felt marker into Eryn's hand. "Pick five of these cunts".

 

[SushiBite]

Reference

(added a reference to her appearance as I couldn't find the previous one, found this one, and thought it looked good, alongside her breast size)

The frantic reaction had her forgetting her place, how could she remember everything when such a revelation had come to light? How could she possibly see 13 young, innocent and frightened girls that were very similar to herself and pick 5 for slaughter, to be cut into pieces and sold in the industry that her own Father managed. Despite her disobedience Anthony had shown a somewhat gentle reaction which, for some reason, had made Eryn's heart flutter for a split second. Oblivious to the brunette she was developing something akin to stockholm syndrome, her body would slowly become bimbofied and dependent on Anthony, begging and crying to be fucked and filled by his cum, for him to relieve the pressure of her milk-filled tits, but right now she was still struggling with the life she had been thrown into and would continue fighting although this was probably giving Anthony a thrill taming such a wild, disobedient pet.

Her head tilted backwards as soft sobs continue leaving the frail girl, her mouth was parted anyway as a glob of warm spit landed on her tongue. Being spat on, or at, was degrading yet Eryn could only swallow what he gave her, the act itself showing that Anthony did not care about how she felt and instead expected obedience no matter the order. The next words put her in her place. Just a piece of meat. Just a milk slut. She was replaceable if her Father found another who piqued and appeased him. Her meaty ass the gripped tightly, squeezed by those strong fingers as her Father's hard cock pressed against her skin, the warmth being felt despite the thin piece of cloth stopping him from just fucking her senseless on this platform. Eryn gulped, her body shaking, there it was, the admittance that if he was displeased her life was on the line. Eryn wanted to escape him yet the thought of becoming one of those practically frightened her into submission. "Yes, Daddy."


The young girls looked around 18, her own age, to their early twenties as they sobbed, cried and pleaded aloud. Rudy stood beside their metal prison whistling Anthony down, a needed distraction since Eryn could feel the tension between them, if the slaughterer hadn't whistled for Anthony, Eryn knew her cunt would be plunged into with the girl being taught a lesson never to defy her Master. She followed closely, her feet walking upon the cold platform as they neared the 13 pieces of meat, 5 would become body-parts and sold to those who wanted to eat their sweet, pure meat, the others would wish they were dead as milk drained from their bodies daily. Eryn didn't know what was going on with Tre Fong, nor did she know was was in store for her, instead she watched as Anthony began admiring the girls, his hands seeming to fondle and touch ones breasts as if he were checking the quality of what she could produce.

"N-No-" The young woman pleaded when an 'M' was drawn on her chest. She had been sedated enough to not become vicious but it was obvious that she had an inkling about what was going on. The other girls stared at Eryn, all crying, all breathing heavily almost waiting for her to become their saviour but instead she became their worst nightmare. Eryn grabbed the marker, her shaking hand evidently hesitant yet her eyes browsed over the newly purchased wares. Her feet moved forward, her other hand extending out and visibly wobbling as a blondes breasts were grabbed. She squished them, like Anthony, feeling the plushness alongside how meaty they were, her mind trying to focus on the girls milk potential compared to her meat quality. It was then where she stepped aside and looked at some others, especially the brunettes.

What if Anthony were looking for a replacement? What if he liked brunettes? What if he found someone better than her, and instead of bringing her home, she were sent to slaughter instead? It was then where her mind battled with itself and soon 5 brunettes, petite and slender like her, were chosen for slaughter. She was getting rid of possible competition without fully being conscious of that fact, the young girls bodies having a very ragged 'M' written on their chests. She had decided their fate as the marker fell onto the floor. It was done, she had just second-handedly killed 5 girls without doing the act herself, and the 5 she killed were chosen for a selfish reason, to prevent her own life being taken. "D-Done, Master."