The Fucktoy Loan Service

Ashley’s pen scribbled messily across the documents, the process of becoming a part-time fucktoy filling her body with pent-up arousal after so many dull forms. She signed one final document after glancing at the contents, then looked up at the busty female librarian behind the counter. “I’m all done?” she asked, her blonde ponytail swinging with the motion. The librarian glanced down at the documents, then nodded, smiling. “You’re all set! Just one more rule – fucktoys don’t wear clothes in the library. You’ll get them back at the end of your shift if you don’t get checked out overnight. If you do, we’ll hold them until you’re returned.” 

Ashley hesitated a moment before quickly stripping out of her baggy black sweater and skirt to reveal toned thighs, a firm ass, and perky B-cups without a bra. Shimmying out of her panties, the library’s other patrons were treated to the sight of her glistening pussy as she bent over to collect her clothes and handed them over the counter.

“I can’t believe I get so many volunteer service hours from this,” she said, shaking her head. “It sure beats picking up trash. Now what? I just wait here to be picked up?”

The brunette behind the counter pointed to a few narrow stalls a few feet from the counter. Each had a large padded hole at waist height, with a narrow bench extending out of the hole from the back of the stall. A plump brown ass stuck invitingly out of one of the stalls, drips of cum dribbling onto the ground from the fucktoy’s holes as the occupant fingered herself. Her ass visibly gaped open, the well-used sphincter having given up on closing. Through the transparent door, a screen with the thick latina’s sweat-slicked face was clearly visible next to a timer with a few minutes left on it. 

“Wait in one of those and I’ll guide you through the next part of the process if someone checks you out overnight. Fucktoys don’t usually stay in the library for an entire shift, but in the meantime any patrons who want to fuck you are free to do so. Oh, and please wear this gag.” She passed a well-worn gag over the counter, dried spit and bite-marks evident in the firm silicone. “Can’t have you making too much noise in the library, after all.”

Ashley reluctantly picked it up, steeling herself for the taste, before putting the gag on. It tasted of sweat and spit, but was otherwise far less awful than she expected as her mouth settled around it. She stepped carefully into an empty stall, straddling the small bench with her face to the wall as she sat down. The padded seat squelched, the cushion wet with the various fluids of the previous occupants. She reached behind her and swung the door closed, making sure that the padded hole lined up with her outthrust ass. It gently clicked, reminding her that fucktoys on shift were now nothing more than library property.

She stared at the wall only inches from her face, her legs spread apart and her stomach comfortably resting on the bench. She wrinkled her nose, the scents of sex and cum almost overpowering. The black circle of a camera lens stared back at her as a screen showing her face came to life above her head, her blue eyes and blonde hair shining in the glow from the screen. 

Watching as a viewer counter in the bottom right began to tick upwards, she attempted to smile through the gag, wiggling her exposed butt and slipping a hand between her legs.  The timer in her stall blinked on shortly as well, the hours of her shift beginning to tick down. Slick with her arousal, the pleasure came easily. Her pussy practically gushed as she imagined being fucked by faceless strangers over and over again.

Hands suddenly grabbed her ass, a cock unceremoniously shoving itself into her glistening pussy. She moaned into the gag as it plunged deep, her needy cunt beginning to drip with arousal.

The man’s voice took her out of her reverie as he spoke to the librarian at the counter. “Kaylah didn’t make it back here – well, all of her,” he said, laughing. “Her filet is probably still in my stomach. It’ll be the standard snuff fee?”

Ashley’s stomach dropped, her mind working at the implications of a snuff fee even as her pussy was pounded. She hadn’t read anything like that in the fucktoy contract – did she? Everything she’d heard said it was perfectly safe – fucktoys may be public service sluts, but neither she nor any of her friends had ever heard of one getting snuffed against their will. She desperately strained to make out the next words.

The librarian huffed, clearly annoyed. “She didn’t consent through the app or sign the volunteer form? This is the third in a row you’ve killed without consent.”

“Her rump was so perfect my wife insisted – who am I to ignore the will of the people?” the man replied, his grip tightening as he sped up the pace.

“Kaylah was such a sweet girl. I guess she’ll never own her own law firm now,” the librarian said, her tone icy. “I worry we’ll run out of fucktoys at this rate. You’re fucking the one new volunteer we got this week, and you’ve gone through three of them this month. The rates are going up for you. This much turnover is scaring away new fucktoys.”

“That’s no problem – what is it, $50 more? $150 for a night’s worth of entertainment and a meal would still be a bargain,” the man replied. “Especially for college cunts as tight as this one.”

He continued his pace, the stimulation breaking through the fear as she came hard, spraying the ground. Her jaw ached as she bit down hard on the gag, her moans reduced to low whimpers.

“It’s $100 more. It’ll be charged to your account and you’re unfortunately free to choose another. I would recommend you choose Ana though – let that new girl get broken in. They aren’t supposed to be snuff sluts, you know. The fee is meant to encourage returning the toys. You’ll be charged with murder if you snuff two more this month without consent.”

“I know, I know, but they’re so much better than the meatgirls in supermarkets. That one looks a little used, but let me give her a quick test. I’m nearly done anyways,” he said, pulling out of Ashley with a squelch. 

Soft slapping noises followed, ending abruptly with a deep male moan. “This one’s just tight enough to still get me off. Plenty more meat on her, too. I’ll take her,” he said. With a sense of relief Ashley heard the neighboring stall’s door click open. She watched through the corner of her facecam’s screen as the 20-something latina was ungagged and pulled to the counter.

“Please sir – I only have 30 seconds left in my shift,” the toy pleaded, her voice hoarse. “I’ll do anything – just don’t kill me.”

 The man scanned his library card. “I’m legally required to say that the past couple of girls were accidents,” he said, winking at the front counter. The naked fucktoy reluctantly followed him out of the library, a short gust of warm air from the opened doors making Ashley’s exposed pussy tingle. 

The next few hours passed as if in a dream, Ashley’s status as the sole available fucktoy giving her enough attention to blot out any other thoughts. Patron after patron fucked her hard and dispassionately, their loads leaking out and dripping down her quivering thighs. She had lost count of her orgasms, but still felt as horny as ever as she lay there with her holes available to the public.

She distantly heard the librarian speak to someone at the counter and craned her neck to the screen. She saw a tall redhead in a bulging crop top with nipples proudly erect under the thin fabric. Yoga pants revealed every curve of her legs as she walked confidently towards the counter. Behind her, an asian girl followed timidly, her hands unsure of where they should cover. The librarian smiled at the newcomers as they approached, the redhead clearly a regular patron. Hickeys and whip marks covered the returning asian fucktoy, a pink handprint firmly imprinted upon her ass.

“…gangbang. She certainly enjoyed it,” the redhead continued.

The librarian scanned the redhead’s library card, pulling out a box and putting it on the counter. “Here’s your clothes Erica, your volunteer hours will be updated soon. I hope we can count on your continued support,” she said, stamping a form. 

“Oh, you know I will,” Erica said, blushing. “Especially if Vivian is the one to check me out again. Gotta run though – I have class in an hour,” she said, walking out the door after dressing.

“And I’ll need another one for tonight – apparently the group planned two orgies in a row,” Vivian said, leaning against the counter. “I think it’s a little much, but the men are all for it.”

“We only have the one in at the moment, feel free to check Ashley out. She’s a newbie though, be gentle,” the librarian said, walking out of view of the camera.

Ashley squealed into the gag as she felt a finger probe her asshole, her ass mercifully having only been fucked a few times so far. She relaxed and felt it enter, the tip swirling inside before retreating. “Still pretty tight back there. Good,” Vivian said quietly. A finger probed Ashley’s pussy next, her sore muscles still managing to slightly grip the digit as it felt around her overworked sex.

“Looks good to me, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle tonight. Right?” she asked, Ashley wondering how to respond for a moment before nodding. Vivian grinned, pulling out her finger and doing her best fuck-me eyes at Ashley as she licked it clean. “Let me go check out a few books and some toys for tonight, and I’ll be back for you.”

Ashley’s mind wandered wildly at the thought of what was to come, Vivian’s teasing managing to arouse her even further. She wiggled a hand to her clit as she idly fantasized, the minutes slipping away.

Vivian appeared on the camera again carrying a bag bulging with a few huge sex toys and her other hand carrying a couple books. “We have a few size queens coming tonight, and I don’t want to disappoint them. I’ll be checking these puppies out as well as the fucktoy. Oh, and these books. I almost forgot this was a library,” she said.

“Sounds good – let me give the new toy the rundown on overnight checkouts,” the librarian said, walking around the counter to the stall. It clicked open as Ashley practically slid off the bench, her exhausted legs surprised by the sudden lack of support from the door. The librarian stood above her patiently, Ashley getting a glance up her black miniskirt at the librarian’s pale thighs framing a perfectly smooth pussy. She scrambled to her feet, careful to avoid slipping on the fluids coating the ground. 

“First things first – you are there as a fucktoy, not as meat or a snuff doll. You’re free to volunteer for it at any time, same as any woman, but don’t let anyone pressure you into doing so because of your status as a toy. Unfortunately, non-consensual ‘accidents’ do happen from time to time, like that awful man from earlier.”

Ashley nodded, relieved that that was an outlier.

“Second – say yes to everything else. As a fucktoy, you have very little rights save the rights to your own life. You are there to serve the community. Even permanent mutilation is allowed with or without your consent, though it’s a little like writing on a library book.”

Her stomach did a flip as she considered the awful possibilities. They could take her arms, her legs – even her pussy. One of her friends had gotten her arms and legs removed as a dare, and had ended up begging to be snuffed after just a week of being passed around the dorms.

“Finally – be back here by this time tomorrow. If a patron tries to keep you for longer, you’re allowed to leave after the 24 hour mark. If you fail to return within 48 hours, you’ll be marked down as snuffed. Once that happens, anyone who finds you still alive is free to do whatever they please with you – you’re already dead. Now, hold still and let me get that gag off.”

The librarian reached around Ashley’s head, undoing the clasp and letting it fall free to one side. She held it gingerly, wiping it on her skirt to remove the excess saliva as she walked back to the counter to check out the rest of Vivian’s items. 

Ashley grinned shyly with the gag removed, her libido roaring as she wiped away some excess drool from the corners of her mouth. “I can’t believe I get to go to an orgy,” she said. I’ve wanted to go to one, but classes just had me so busy…”

Vivian absently fondled one of Ashley’s breasts as she replied, “I’m sure you’ll do fine – though as a fucktoy, you’ll be more… involved… than the rest. It comes with being unable to say no to anything.”

The librarian finished up checking out the toys and the books, handing them to Vivian. Ashley finally got a glimpse of the covers – a cookbook for meatgirls, orgy sex positions, and… a young adult novel? 

Vivian caught her glance and laughed as they walked into the bright sunlight. “I have a weakness for YA. It’s a little embarrassing for a 28 year old, I know.”

Ashley laughed at that, continuing to chat with Vivian during the short drive back to the house where the orgy would be held. 

Ashley stepped out of the shower, her body freshly cleaned of the grime from her time in the library. She breathed in deeply, the fresh smell of lavender soap having replaced the pervasive aroma of cum that had defined her the last few hours. 

After toweling herself off and blowdrying her hair, she felt a moment of embarrassment as she stepped into the hallway completely naked. The twinge passed quickly, her self-confidence returning as she went to look for Vivian.

“What exactly will I be doing at this orgy?” she asked the freckled butt sticking out of a cupboard in the kitchen.

“You’ll be- oof, one second,” Vivian answered from inside the small space as the shelves rattled. She awkwardly stood after extricating herself from the cupboard holding one of many bottles of lube that Ashley could see on the shelves. “You’ll be the lube girl – like a fluffer, but you actually get to fuck from time to time. Nobody ever wants to do it because it’s a lot of work to keep your ass full of lube without spilling it everywhere, so we get a fucktoy for the job – like you!” she teased, lightly pinching one of Ashley’s nipples. “It’s really not that bad – just fill your ass with lube and let every cock presented your way fuck it for a few strokes. Nothing kills the mood faster than a dry orgy, and you’ll be the one to keep it wet.”

“What if someone doesn’t pull out and keeps fucking my ass?” she asked, taking the presented bottle and idly opening it. 

“That’s on them – someone will want more lube at some point and get them to stop,” Vivian said, gently grabbing the opened bottle and pouring a generous amount of her hands. “This silicone stuff doesn’t dry out fast, either. Want to warm up? We still have about a half hour before dinner arrives, and about two hours until the rest of the members do.”

Ashley hesitated, her face turning pink as she thought of Vivian stretching her ass. She reminded herself that she was a fucktoy, and fucktoys didn’t say no. “Fuck me silly,” she managed to whisper, before Vivian’s lips collided with her own. Her world dissolved into a frenzy of lapping tongues, probing fingers, and  slick curves as the two women lost themselves in each other. Vivian’s sex smelled heavenly as Ashley ate out the redhead, her world reduced to a pussy framed by freckled thighs. The blonde panted as Vivian’s fingertips gently stretched her asshole open and poured lube inside, a moan escaping her lips. Vivian’s fist soon followed, the hand stretching her beyond anything she’d ever felt back there. She lost track of time as they pleasured each other ravenously.

The pair broke apart and came to their senses as the doorbell rang, Vivian carefully getting off the lube-slicked kitchen floor to answer it. “That will be the meal, I imagine. Right on time. Wash up and get ready to cook.”

Ashley sat up, relaxing in the afterglow as she gave the kitchen a second look in search of the sink. The kitchen was exceptionally large, with a full size girlmeat oven and human-sized pans hanging vertically on the wall. A few sharpened spits leaned against a corner, their gleaming metal slightly charred from regular use. She had had girlmeat from time to time, everyone had, but she had never been naked in a kitchen explicitly meant for the preparation of human flesh. A small thrill ran through her as she thought of being oiled up, bound, and slid whole into the huge oven before she shook her head.

Such idle thoughts were dangerous in a place like this, and she purged the thoughts from her mind while washing up. As she was drying her hands, a plump brunette walked into the kitchen. A silver tag dangled from the meatgirl’s shaven cunt, nestled within round pale thighs. 

Ashley smiled at her, “What’s your name?” she asked. 

“Charlotte,” the meatgirl said, yawning. “I tried to get roasted last night at the orgy, but Vivian convinced me to wait until today. Couldn’t sleep at all tonight, I was so turned on by the thought.”

Vivian appeared in the doorway behind the newcomer and strode in. “That’s right – you get to be the centerpiece today.” She briskly pointed to one of the larger roasting pans. “Get that pan down, Ashley – she should be a perfect fit. She needs to be in the oven in 15 minutes.”

The two of them worked quickly, Charlotte obediently sitting in the pan and moaning as they massaged oil over her entire body and bound her arms and legs. She settled down obediently in the pan with her knees bound beneath her and her arms at her sides, her holes easily accessible from the back. Ashley grabbed a tray of pre-chopped roasting vegetables from the fridge, artfully arranging them around the pan until it was full.

“Now the fun part,” Vivian said conspiratorially. “You do the honors, Ashley,” she said as she handed her an enormous peeled carrot. 

“I just… shove it in her pussy?” Ashley asked skeptically. It looked too large to fit, the bulbous root at least twice as thick as her forearm and just as long. 

“With as much force as necessary. Don’t worry if you hurt something – she won’t need it for long,” Vivian answered, peeling a second carrot.

Charlotte grinned, doing her best to make eye contact with Ashley. “Break me, Ashley – I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

“O-ok… it just seems so… final,” Ashley stammered, hefting the carrot in one hand.

Ashley tentatively lined the carrot up with the meatgirl’s moistened slit before slowly sliding it in to a chorus of moans. The carrot stopped three quarters of the way, the roast’s hips bucking automatically as her pussy made every attempt to expel the intruder. Her moans grew louder and louder, tears beginning to stream from her eyes as Ashley continued applying pressure. Ashley looked skeptically at Vivian. “She’s really enjoying this?”

Vivian laughed, taking hold of the end and practically using her entire body weight to force inch after inch of the vegetable inside. The carrot disappeared with a pop as Vivian tore past some kind of internal barrier, Charlotte’s pussy beginning to contract with the telltale signs of orgasm.

“It… hurts… sooooooo good,” Charlotte gasped. “Get… the second one… in… please.”

Vivian picked up the now peeled second carrot and slammed it into Charlotte’s asshole, the carrot barely slowing down until it reached the point of no return and was forced inside by her sphincter. Charlotte’s legs shook as she wordlessly opened her mouth.

“I’m sure you’ve seen a roast before Ashley – what does she need?” Vivian asked playfully.

Ashley looked blankly around the kitchen, finally seeing a bowl of apples in one corner. “An apple?” she asked, picking one up and shoving it into Charlotte’s open mouth. The meatgirl opened her mouth obligingly, the apple now wedging it open.

“Now we slide her into the oven and wait,” Vivian said, looking at the oven. It had finished preheating, and glowed a menacing orange.

Ashley and Vivian worked in concert to lift the pan over to the oven, the blast of heat from the opened door making them both instantly break out into a sweat. The roast wriggled as the heat beat against her, the door shutting with a snap and returning the room to a reasonable temperature.

“I’ve never prepared a meatgirl before – that was kinda fun,” Ashley said, panting. “I need to take a nap though – can you wake me up when the orgy is about to start?”

Vivian put her hands on her hips, a stern expression on it. “That’s not very fucktoy of you.” she said, playing it up with a strict school teacher voice. A laugh escaped her lips at the look on Ashley’s face, the redhead relaxing as she waved Ashley away. “Get some rest – you’ll need it for later. Don’t blame me if you wake up with a cock hilted in your ass, though.”

Ashley settled down on a luxurious leather couch in the large front room, sleep coming quickly as she drifted off.

Ashley awoke to pale tits in her face, a hand gently shaking her awake. She opened her eyes, staring up at the new face. Cropped brown hair framed a freckled face defined by striking hazel eyes, the woman probably in her early 20’s. “Vivian told me to wake you up – just about everyone’s here. My name’s Sarah,” she said, a finger snaking its way to rub light circles around Ashley’s anus. “You’re the lube girl, right?”

“Y-yes,” Ashley managed, still shaking the post-nap cobwebs out of her head. She saw at least two dozen people in the room now, all of them in various states of undress. Many had begun openly groping each other, the room already smelling faintly of arousal.

“Better get refilled – my ass needs a pounding.” she said, handing Ashley a fresh bottle. “Have fun!”

She turned to a young guy with a mustache and bulging biceps next to her, draping herself across his growing erection. 

Ashley squeezed the bottle into herself as she watched Sarah give head, her intestines sloshing with a pleasant fullness. She heard a familiar voice and looked up to see Vivian wearing a foot long strapon. She stood arm-in-arm with a tall black woman with medium-sized breasts and her dark hair pinned up in a bun. Childbearing hips and thick calves completed her pear-shaped figure as Vivian spoke.

“Welcome, everyone! Dinner will be ready in two and a half hours, but feel free to eat as much pussy as you can until then,” Vivian said. “We also have a guest. Ashley over there is today’s lube – she’s also the fucktoy, so feel free to do anything to her.” Vivian punctuated the statement by thrusting her fake cock into the woman’s waiting pussy, the introduction trailing off as the two women sank to the ground.

The orgy officially begun, couples and groups eagerly began to fuck, the sounds of slapping flesh and moans filling the room. Ashley looked around, feeling a bit left out, until the guy Susan had been blowing leaned over to her, his thick erection standing tall in his lap. Sarah had moved to the ground, her pink butthole eagerly presented to him as she kneeled with her head low.

“Hop up and bounce on me a few times,” he said, patting his lap. “Quickly, please.”

Ashley stood up and straddled his cock, mentally preparing for the stretch as she gingerly lowered herself. The head gently stretched her until she felt like she would break, the girth thicker than any guy she’d taken in the ass before. Her head snapped back and she let out a pained moan as the cock slammed upwards into her unprepared hole, thrusting a few times before she remembered her role and stumbled off, falling to her hands and knees next to Sarah. A trickle of lube made its way slowly down her thigh as she panted lightly, the pain subsiding quickly.

Sarah arched her back as she took the man to his hilt in a single thrust, her well-practiced hole swallowing him as he pounded her into the carpet. She looked at Ashley and motioned her closer. “Eat… oh fuck… me out,” she whispered. 

Ashley crawled underneath Sarah, her still-lubricated body sliding sensually along Sarah’s as she wriggled underneath. Without hesitation, she lapped eagerly at Sarah’s sex, eliciting even louder moans from the girl. Ashley felt a warm wetness rubbing at her slit and moaned, Sarah’s tongue probing inside her pussy. The threesome continued until Sarah’s pussy began to spasm, girlcum splashing over Ashley’s face and drenching her with the scent of arousal. Ashley’s orgasm followed soon after, and she basked in the afterglow while the guy let out a mighty moan and pumped his cum into Sarah’s guts. 

Sarah rolled off Ashley, cum dripping from her now-gaping hole. “Looks like you have suitors,” she said, pointing up at two cocks towering over the women. Precum dripped from their tips, the smell of it intoxicating.

Ashley said nothing, obligingly rolling onto her back and presenting her ass to them. Neither was larger than the one that had stretched her wide open, and they slipped in and out with little difficulty as her cunt gushed with fresh arousal. She lay there for a while, her mind glazing over as cock after cock plunged inside just enough to get her going before leaving a void. “I’m just a fucktoy, here to serve…” she thought to herself, lying on the floor in a puddle of her own fluids as she frantically fingered herself. 

The thought pushed her over the edge as another dick unceremoniously dipped into her gaping hole. Her clenching asshole did its best to hold onto the intruder while the waves of orgasm washed over her body. It withdrew, and she let out an involuntary whimper at the loss until the man hilted himself into her wet cunt. The endless teasing had made her pussy more sensitive than ever before, the orgasms stretching out as her mind began to fray.

Her cum-drunk mind continued to wander as she was carried around to other rooms, the orgy having spread throughout the house. She lost count of the number of cocks she had serviced, the evening stretching into what felt like an infinity of debauchery. The smell of sex and smoothness of naked flesh were her entire world, and she drifted from nipple to cock to pussy to asshole without pause.

She lay on one of the counters in the kitchen next to Vivian, the two women splattered in musky ropes of cum. Vivian’s stomach bulged, an extra large horsecock dildo sticking partially out of the redhead’s pussy. “Is the orgy everything you thought it would be?” Vivian asked, turning her head to Ashley.

“Yuhh.. so much fun… so sore,” Ashley muttered, her eyes half-open. She smelled something burning and snapped to full awareness, looking around the kitchen. Smoke leaked from the oven as Vivian leaped to her feet, the horsecock sliding wetly to the ground with a plop.

“We forgot to set a timer!” she cried, turning off the oven and wrenching the door open. Inside, the burnt husk that had once been Charlotte lay charred and smoking. Vivian slid the pan out with a grim look on her face. “And by tradition the cook volunteers to be the meal if they fuck it up,” she said despondently.

“You? But you’re the one organizing everything!” Ashley said, gingerly sliding off the counter. 

Vivian cracked a small smile, staring down at the ruined meatgirl. “And somebody else will step up when I’m gone – just like I did.” She picked up a book, Ashley recognizing it as the cookbook she had checked out earlier. “Roasts… six feet… cooking time… fuck,” she muttered to herself. “Looks like a girl of my size takes at least 4 hours to fully cook through. They’ll start eating each other out there if they have to wait that long.”

“How long does it take for a five foot tall girl that weighs 110 pounds?” she asked, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.

Vivian looked at her for a moment, before consulting the recipe. “Just an hour and a half – something about surface area… are you volunteering?”

Ashley’s mind spun as visions of Charlotte sliding into the oven ran through her mind, the heat on her skin and smell of oil indescribably pleasant as she imagined herself in the pan. She felt a drop of arousal run down her leg as the idea of getting snuffed overrode all other thoughts. “No more homework, no more midterms, no more life… ” she murmured, her face slack. A finger crept down to her cunt, imagining it was a carrot ravaging her womb. 

“…yes. Yes, I want you to roast me instead,” she said weakly. “It’ll be much faster, so nobody goes home hungry,” she continued more confidently, her commitment strengthening her resolve.

“I didn’t expect that. Wow,” Vivian said, lifting the charred girl out of the pan with some difficulty and tossing it into an oversized garbage bin before dumping the charcoal-black vegetables on top. “I’ll go get the form, and in the meantime get in the same pan,” she said. “We can’t waste any time cleaning this one, and you’re too small for the others.”

Ashley climbed onto the counter, the warm pan comforting as she lay on her back. Her butt brushed against the burn marks left by the previous occupant, and she gave an involuntary shiver as she imagined the doomed meatgirl who had just occupied it. She began to masturbate, Vivan returning with a piece of paper and a pen just as she coaxed an orgasm – one of her last ever – out of her tired cunt.

Ashley signed it then lay back, relaxing as Vivian busied herself with hastily made preparations hidden behind the large rim of the pan. “I hope I’m enough food,” she thought, listening to the sound of chopping vegetables.

Vivan appeared over the edge of the pan and dumped her load of vegetables, then drizzled oil over Ashley. “Oil yourself up while I get the cooking twine – I’ll truss your hands on top of your pussy before I flip you over, so you can get yourself off in the oven. Least I can do for saving me,” she said, disappearing over the rim again.

Ashley awkwardly covered herself in oil, smearing it over every inch she could reach. Vivian bound her hands and legs together, then flipped her over. She lay on her knees in the pan with her butt above her feet, her bound arms tied together and directly below her pussy. Her breasts squished against her thighs as she shifted, her blond hair flopping around. Vivian expertly tied it into a ponytail with an extra bit of twine.

“Now for the final touch,” Vivian said, a cold presence pushing into Ashley’s pussy. She moaned as it slid deeper, the pressure increasing until she felt more full than she had ever been before. The pressure began to turn into pain as Vivian kept pushing, until with a pop it sunk fully inside. The mess of sensation caused Ashley to orgasm, her clenching muscles pulling the carrot so far into her guts it felt like it would come out of her throat. Whatever had just torn inside her, there was no longer any question – she was meat now. She smelled the uncooked potatoes and onions as she wiggled slightly, the immobile mass of vegetable within her refusing to budge.

She had almost become used to the sensation before the second carrot violated her ass, the gaped orifice giving next to no resistance as cum and lube squelched out of the hole around the carrot. “Oops… well, it’ll be sterilized in the oven,” Vivian said as the carrot disappeared into Ashley’s guts. She shoved the last few stubborn inches in as Ashley felt pinned between the two carrots, their unyielding presence making her feel truly helpless.

“Aaand into the oven you go. Thanks, Ashley. I’ll never forget this,” Vivian said cheerily, lifting up the pan. A metallic jolt sang through the metal as she placed it on the waiting oven rack. Heat blasted from the opened door, Ashley’s skin breaking out into a sweat within seconds. Vivian shoved the pan forwards, and the oven door closed with a snap.

The heat baked down on her, the finality of the predicament weighing down her thoughts. She rubbed her clit frantically, desperate to cum before the oven killed her. “Why did I volunteer?” she wondered, her skin beginning to hurt. “I could have just walked away… now I’m meat… just one more meal… ohhhhfuck!” she thought, her rapidly drying cunt managing to cum one last time.

She tried to ignore the killing heat as her body weakened, her hands working overtime in an attempt to squeeze one last orgasm out of her rapidly ending life. Black spots appeared in her vision and dizziness overtook her as her heart went into overdrive. It became harder and harder to breathe, the black spots now occupying most of her entire field of view. Her hands gradually slowed down, her entire body finally relaxing as she succumbed to the heat. 

Her beautiful naked body lay peacefully in the pan, abandoned hopes and dreams cooking to perfection as the timer ticked down.

Vivian walked in guiltily, avoiding eye contact with the librarian. “I see you brought the dildos – where’s the fucktoy?” the librarian asked. 

“There was a mishap with dinner – she volunteered. I’m so sorry about snuffing her.” Ashley muttered, plopping the bag of dildos on the counter. “Here’s the volunteer form.”

The librarian smiled. “Oh, don’t worry about it – you got the form, and I’m sure you’re good for the snuff fee. These things happen – though I’m afraid we’re currently out of fucktoys, if you needed another. The library patrons are… quite upset about it.”

Vivian had perked up as the librarian spoke, smiling. “That’s the other thing – I’m also here to become a fucktoy.”