Birthday Surprise

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[Birthday Surprise]
Birthday Surprise
Original Author: spitman
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Chapter 1 Translation: Apple, as usual, cheerfully entered the kitchen early, her bathrobe so short
it barely covered her bottom.
"Hi, Daddy!" she said.
"Hi, my lovely little sow! Did you see my message after you got up?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy. I've already showered and washed myself. And I've also shaved myself...
you...know...where!"
"My good girl. Let me give you a birthday kiss!"
"Oh, thank you, Daddy, I thought you'd forgotten!"
"My Lina, you're a sweet 16 now! How could I forget!"
She opened her arms and hugged his neck, her loose bathrobe slipping up to reveal her bottom. Maram
, annoyed, grabbed her bottom with his hands. She was a job, well! It's a shame he had to
start all over again, but rules are rules.
He reached between her legs and stroked her smooth, freshly shaved labia for a moment. When he gently
tugged at her clitoral ring, her arms around him tensed.
“I’ll give you a very special surprise today, Lina!”
“Oh, Papa! You? I love surprises!”
“Now climb onto the table and lie down, be a good girl!”
“Yes, Papa.” She obediently lay down on the table, her breasts bulging from her loose bathrobe.
She looked both divine and alluring, but that wouldn’t matter after today!
He smiled inwardly as he tied her ankles to the table legs with rope, pulled her arms across the table, and
tied her wrists tightly to the other end of the table leg. He pulled her bathrobe up to her waist. She was
the sexiest young animal he had ever seen.
“This was specially sent last night, Lina,” he said, heating something on the stove behind her
. It began to glow and turn red.
“What are you doing, Papa?” she asked, still cheerful, lively, and obedient.
“Now keep completely quiet until I count to 5!”
Lina flinched as he pressed the brand firmly against her lovely, full buttocks.
A loud hissing sound filled the air as it seared her tender flesh.
“Oh, oh! Daddy, it hurts!”
He pressed down hard, controlling her struggles. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5! That’s it, Lina
is your rank mark.”
“Oh, oh… my rank mark?”
“Yes, Lina. American premium. The best meat in town. Now I’ll be gone for a bit; I’ll
put some butter on you to ease the pain.”
He spread the butter on her burning buttocks, and she immediately felt the pain lessen and calm down.
“Oh, Papa, this excites me! Are you going to pierce me now?”
“Not now, little lamb. I’m taking you to the factory. Your notice arrived yesterday
, and I’ve made an appointment for you at 10 o’clock.”
“Oh! This is wonderful! But Papa, you won’t miss me, will you?”
“I certainly don’t want that, little lamb, but I’m picking up three new girls from the farm this afternoon
. Do you remember the first time you came here?”
“Oh, yes, Papa. It’s so nice to leave the farm. I guess I’m last because I’m the youngest,
but I missed Cherry and Kate. I wish I could be with them. Oh, oh…!”
Marram entered the well-trained vagina of the flesh. Don’t let them know your worries. Raising
girls is good, but being too attached to livestock is foolish. Lina was one of the best he had ever liked.
“I’m going to do it, little lamb!”
“Oh, oh… Papa! Yes, just like that, please! I like it! Harder. Mmm… mmm…
mmm…”
Marram entered her deeply with his usual steady rhythm. Typically, he could bring a girl to at least
two orgasms. Ideally, he'd maintain a steady rhythm regardless of her reactions until the climax arrived.
"Ah...ah! I'm coming! Yes...Daddy, please...harder, yes...yes...ah...ah
...ah!..."
Lina always liked to writhe during orgasm; her well-trained muscles were almost
comparable to a milking machine. He thrust again and again, ejaculating a normal amount inside her, her squeezing incredibly
causing him to ejaculate again.
"Oh, Daddy, thank you. That's wonderful!"
"Now, let me put a tag on your labia, and we can go!"
"What does it say, Daddy?"
"It's just your livestock number, Lina. Your lovely little head doesn't need to worry about that."
"Then let's go now, Daddy?"
Maram quickly untied her bonds, letting her loose bathrobe slide down to her feet.
“I don’t need this anymore, do I?”
“No, my lovely little sow, you won’t need any of yours anymore. You look wonderful
!”
Her breasts bounced dramatically as she jumped up excitedly.
“Will they put me on the fire to cook like cherries, Papa?”
“I don’t know, young one. They’ll tell you everything you need to do in the factory. You look perfect
for grilling, but they need plenty of girls to cut and process.”
“I know. Kate always wanted to be grilled, but they chopped her up.”
“Yes. Of course, they’re only interested in how the meat is processed in a visible way, which is understandable
. Girls will always do it when they’re told what to do.”
“Yes, Papa. I do whatever they tell me to do.”
The Kamapa processing plant was in a good location on a commercial street outside town. On the way to the plant, Lina was…
She sat obediently in the car. She was completely naked. They laughed together at the thought of wearing clothes to such an occasion
! The thought of being processed as flesh gave her a strange laugh, seemingly without any
worries about the world except for the pain in her bottom.
"You know, Dad, there's a girl in our class named Tina. Today is her birthday too. Do you think she'll be
there?"
"I don't know, Little Pumpkin. They process so many girls every day, so even if she were there, you might
not see her. Anyway, she could be there at different times."
"Oh, I see." Her voice was a little disappointed.
“You know, maybe you’ll see other people.”
She immediately perked up: “I hope so, Papa. I want to know if anyone will come to see me then…
you know!”
“Maybe I’ll find you at the picnic area later. I tell you, I’ll be back in about an hour
to see if they’ve put you there.”
She smiled happily: “Oh, that’s wonderful, Papa! I really hope you can see me being cooked
!”
“I won’t miss it, you slutty little ass. I believe you are the cutest girl I’ve ever raised
.”
“Oh, thank you, Papa. You’re the best dad in the world. I hope you can
eat me after I’m cooked.”
“Very well, we’ll see.”
“Oh, please, Papa!”
Maram never stopped being amazed at how naturally girls accepted the idea of being raised to be eaten after birth
. It required immense patience, good and kind training, the temperament of a domestic animal, and the same quality as Lina
. But as long as the birth rate remained this high, the meat tasted very good, and the girls didn’t mind
, who could argue?
A security guard stood at the factory gate with a notebook: “Looks like you’re here to deliver goods, sir. Write its
animal number here, and its name here. That’s it. You can park on the left rear of the building;
the entrance is right in front of you.”
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Chapter Two Translation: Apple Two waiters in white uniforms guided Maram to park and opened
the door on Lina’s side.
“Please allow me, miss!” one said, helping her out of the car while simultaneously giving her lovely
, naked body a thorough pre-treatment check.
“You’re a very good piece of meat, young lady. What’s your name?”
“My name is Lina.”
“Hello, Lina. I’m Jamie, and this is Ray.”
“Hello! I’m so excited!”
“Of course, Lina. It’s only natural.”
As Lina excitedly spoke to Jamie, he busied himself pulling her wrists behind her back and binding them tightly together
.
“We can’t let you run away now, let’s finish it!”
“I won’t run away. I swear!”
Ray properly secured the shackles, connected by short chains, to her ankles. “It’s a must!”
Marram was very happy; the two were a witty duo, and before Lina could even react, they
had finished their work perfectly.
“It’s ready, sir. Would you like to pull it in yourself?” Jamie handed Marram a
dog leash, a long leather strap with a handle at one end and a clip at the other. It
was quite a bit of fun. He clipped the clip onto Lina’s clitoral ring, and she looked very pleased.
“Come on, lovely little sow!” He pulled hard on the leash, and Lina walked forward with difficulty,
not used to being led like this. He dragged her along, making her try to keep up; after all, it was a great pleasure for them
.
“Oh…oh…! I feel…oh…oh…Papa!”
Marram gently tugged at her, and she trembled, looking very beautiful!
They slowly made their way around the other cars in the parking lot to the entrance. Maram counted six
girls there, with more arriving after them. It was a large group; it would probably take several
hours to process.
“Look, Daddy! It’s Tina! That’s Sandy! Great!”
The other girls were also delighted to see Lina ahead of them.
“Hi, Lina!” Tina called out, “Guess what I got for my birthday?”
“Me too,” Lina replied.
Through the revolving door, everything inside was spotless and sparkling. A very cute, naked
girl stood behind the reception desk, flashing a welcoming smile, a numbered tag attached to her circumcision ring
. Maram thought she was probably around 22. The girls surrounded her, perfect as a man would
want.
“Hey, girls! Come here so I can check you before you go in,” the receptionist said clearly.
Marram pulled Lina closer to the table and handed her an envelope: “Here’s the proof, Miss…”
“You can call me Piercing BBQ 74.”
“…Piercing BBQ 74?”
“It’s the rule here, sir. Your daughter has been added to the piercing BBQ list, and I believe
you wish it to be.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“I’ll join the group once they can all begin. Staff discount!” She gave Marram a
clear smile.
“Let me see…who’s sixteen today! Congratulations, well, Lina, isn’t it?”
Lina smiled: “Yes. Thank you, Miss…Piercing BBQ 74.”
“Your grade is on the notice, Lina. American First Class, great! We anticipate many
visitors will be attending the BBQ picnic this afternoon, so you, me, and the other girls are reserved to be skewers.”
“Oh! That’s wonderful! I hope to be BBQed like my sister, it tastes so good!”
“I believe you are too, Lina. Now, let me see, your animal number is 582347
22, so you are Piercing Barbecue 22. Be sure to remember your number!”
“Oh! Thank you!” She turned to Marram excitedly: “I am Piercing Barbecue 22! Isn’t that exciting
?”
“Very good, Piercing Barbecue 22. Wait in line there for a while, I need to check the others!” She turned
to Marram: “You can take off your leash now, sir. There are guards at the door, so it will be very safe.”
Marram looked around, and indeed it was; the tall, sturdy guard and his armed maneuvering were convincing. He untied
the leash and placed it on a long stick protruding from the wall, with a sign below it that read, “Used leashes should be kept here
.”
“Very well, I’m saying goodbye here, Piercing Barbecue 22.”
“Oh, I don’t want to say goodbye, Dad! I want you to watch me get barbecued. Please come back!”
“I hope so too,” he whispered in her ear, leaning down. “Hairless lamb.”
She wriggled, pleased that Dad called her by her favorite nickname; she liked it when he called her that.
“But not sure, I have to pick up a few more girls. It’s going to be a busy day.”
“You can bring them with you, Dad! Please!”
“Okay, I’ll see. I don’t want them to be jealous right now, but I guess it can be our
main course.”
“Oh, Dad!”
Maram left, trying to act nonchalant as he crossed the parking lot to his car.
It was hard to leave a pretty and charming girl like Lina, but you can never let them discover your sympathy
, especially when they see everything as an exciting adventure.
He smiled; roasted Lina must smell incredibly tempting, just like her friends and the other girls
like Barbara. He had to make time for that. He thought for a moment. Maybe he could bring the new girls
back to the factory after he got them. They could watch their sisters grill, and he could get to know them too
. After all, he had them. They would have agreed in the car before coming here. He smiled. This would be
very interesting!
Taina smiled and joined Lina's line: "I didn't know you were coming in today, Lina!"
"I didn't know either, Taina. It was a surprise."
"Oh, actually it was a surprise for me too."
"I guess I'll call you Piercing Grill 38, Taina!"
"Oh, Lina °° I mean Piercing Grill 22 °° I'm so excited, I can't wait.
I've been dreaming about it for years!"
"Me too, Piercing Grill 38. I'm so glad you're here, and I hope they'll put us
together. You know, when they're cooking us."
Sandy smiled bravely as she joined the line; she was now Cutting Premium 53.
“Aren’t you coming with us to skewer and grill, Sandy… Cutting Premium 53?”
“No, my dad wants to fill his fridge, so I’ll be slaughtered and butchered. It’s not very realistic, but
I hope to be a steak. I just hope he gets to the store in time and doesn’t end up buying someone else’s meat!”
“Oh, I hope not, Cutting Premium 53.” Skewer and Grill 22 replied sympathetically.
“But isn’t it more exciting not knowing who will enjoy your meat?” Skewer and Grill 38 said.
“Oh yes, I see, Skewer and Grill 38. You’re right, I like the idea!” Cutting
Premium 53 immediately perked up.
“And he’ll be satisfied with getting someone else’s meat!” She started laughing: “After all, it’s not a hassle
!”
Some waiters gathered around the girls: “Come on, meat, start your processing!
We’ll receive another batch within the hour. Time is money!”
Skewer and Grill 74 joined them, her wrists and ankles also bound, walking unsteadily like the other girls
, but laughing happily. Currently, sixteen are in the cutting and processing group, but only four are in the piercing and grilling
group.
She had been waiting for this opportunity for months. After watching the barbecue picnic, she noticed the factory's arrangement: always
arranging beautiful, shapely bodies for grilling, girls looking so perfect as to
be pierced through their genitals and mouths. Piercing and Grilling 74 watched them writhe on the hot steel rods passing through their vaginas, envying
their orgasms, their eyes wide with satisfaction.
After they were cooked, they would taste perfect too, just as delicious as those without firm muscles; only shapely
girls were suitable for piercing and grilling.
Piercing and Grilling 74 trembled involuntarily at the thought of being grilled like that. The idea was completely
irresistible; she tossed and turned at night, dreaming of her day. Now! Oh! Fierce belts whipped their genitals, driving this batch of flesh through the corridor, sending them 　　into the cleaning workshop
before they even knew what was happening.
Each girl was inserted with a thick, heavy water pipe and herded into individual
cubicles without doors at the front. They were rapidly pushed downwards until the nozzle tip was deep into their
anuses.
As the machine nozzle expanded, their tight sphincter muscles were painfully stretched open, and the girls gasped for breath
. Warm soapy water poured in over several minutes until their abdomens were taut, then
the dirty water was sucked out of their intestines. This process was repeated until their bodies were thoroughly cleaned
, then the nozzles contracted and withdrew.
Water sprayed onto their bodies from all directions, even into their vaginas, until each cutting
and piercing was thoroughly and hygienically cleaned from the inside out.
After being dried by hot, dry air, they stood in a row, with the piercing 22nd row at the front, their wrists still bound behind their backs.
Lina heard Taina whisper, "That's it, Lina! Good luck!"
Lina smiled and replied, "Thank you, Taina. Good luck to you too!"
"Call out your numbers after you enter!" Thus, Piercing Barbecue 22 was pushed through the revolving door into the slaughterhouse
.
It was a vast hall, as large as a warehouse, filled with the smell of blood and meat.
It seemed divided into sections, and in the front hall, a waiter lifted
something from a gleaming hook. Good heavens! It was one of the girls skewered for the barbecue picnic! Two or more
girls, already skewered, awaited removal from those machines!
“Skewered Barbecue 22!” she gasped.
“Line 5,” the waiter said, threading a long leather strap through her clitoral ring between her legs.
Skewered Barbecue 22 looked down in shock; at the other end of the strap was a rubber ball the size of her fist
. The waiter pushed her forward, placing the ball into a roughly the same size slot on the floor. She felt a
force pulling her; the ball was too large to pull out of the slot, something was moving it, forcing her to follow;
its end was the skewering machine.
The scene on the left side of the hall was even more gruesome: rows of slaughtering stations, butchers hastily cutting
flesh from women's corpses. Sandy was already bound to the guillotine, someone was giving her one last, violent sexual encounter. Ah, no!
Her head fell, spurting out a large amount of blood mist.
Her body was lifted from the ankles, hung upside down to drain for a while, then a conveyor belt transported her to the butcher's work
area, where someone was removing her internal organs. The belt pulled again, bringing a wave of pleasure between her legs
.
Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her; Piercing Barbecue 38 was pulled to another production line in the same way
, clearly, she was having an orgasm. The belt savagely pulled her trembling towards the piercing machine.
"Oh, Piercing Barbecue 22, I just got an erection! It's really powerful!"
As the belt pulled her again, Piercing Barbecue 22 felt pleasure coursing through her body: "Ah...ah
...ah! Oh...oh...oh...me too!"
"I'm so glad you're here with me."
What a good arrangement, Piercing Barbecue 74 was in line after Piercing Barbecue 38, the last one. As the
piercing grill 22 was pulled forward by the belt, she heard her own gasp. It's
a completely different thing when it happens to you.
The grooves on the floor curved and stretched towards the furthest piercing machine, and at its end, a girl knelt to get into
the correct position on the machine.
"Piercing grill 22! Kneel!"
She obediently spread her knees wide and knelt into the groove, feeling the belt tighten from above on her knees and ankles
, unable to move an inch. A pair of hands pressed her forward forcefully, lifting her chin onto the tray, the belt
looping around her neck, forcing her chin up even higher. She trembled, her hands still tightly
bound together behind her back.
"Oh, oh!" Fingers teased her labia, surprising her, and she became so wet.
The waiter made a clear sound as he cut off her clitoral ring and removed her tag. He began to skillfully tease
her, and she began to gasp as pleasure filled her between her legs.
She barely noticed his penis was already inside her vagina. He thrust in forcefully, rhythmically penetrating
her.
She could barely move, but she tried desperately to clench him with her internal muscles, squeezing him, trying to
grasp his penis, but he seemed oblivious.
"Ah...ah...! Just like that! Please! I'm coming!"
"Shut up, Piercing Barbecue 22. This is part of preparing you."
"Ah...oh! Yes, Master...Master!"
He thrust in quickly and deeply, ejaculating into her uterus. Piercing Barbecue
22 writhed violently with each thrust. Sweet sixteen, so good. She felt so much from it, and when you
do it every day, you get very used to it.
Piercing Barbecue 22 was still panting when something cold and hard entered her vaginal opening, its smooth
and sharp tip parting her labia and being smoothly pushed into her well-lubricated vagina. Suddenly
, it stopped. She was going wild with orgasm, feeling the sharp tip pressing against her cervix
.
Suddenly, his interest shifted to her breasts. He teased her nipples until they were
as hard as his testicles. She felt a sharp pain in one nipple, then another, as if needles were piercing her breast. They
hurt.
As he pressed the piston to inject the liquid into her breasts, she began to writhe restlessly,
as if they were burning fiercely.
“Ah…ah! It’s terrible!” But she immediately remembered, “I’m sorry, Master…Master!”
“This is my girl, piercing barbecue 22. This will prevent your breasts from being over-
barbecued before you are ready.”
“Oh! Yes, Master!”
He continued to inject the hot liquid into her breasts, the pain arousing another pleasurable
climax—a perfect process.
He moved to the other side: “Okay, let’s do it!”
“Oh, no! I’m not ready! Please!” But in her heart, she knew she
would never be ready. She pleaded desperately, but he ignored her excuses.
“Crack!” The steel rod moved smoothly, steadily piercing through her body, and she trembled helplessly
. It stretched her cervix, pierced her uterus, and began to enter her intestines. It slid across her vagina,
teasing her clitoris smoothly and deliciously, inch by inch into her flesh. Before she felt it pierce
her stomach, she climaxed again. Then, it reached her throat.
“Lick it clean when the end comes out, piercing grill 22, be a good girl!”
she choked in agreement, the tip suddenly and swiftly passing through her mouth and forcing her lips open.
The steel rod pierced through her body, solid, hard, and secure. Suddenly, she knew clearly that
deep down, there had always been doubts. After all, girls were born to be pierced. The waiter gently patted her
buttocks. Okay, that's it.
“Crack!” Oh no! She knew what was coming; this was what she feared, but she knew
it had to happen.
She felt a sharp pain between her breasts, the
agony of a sharp knife cutting through her abdomen down to her pubic bone. She barely noticed him inserting a hose into her anus; when the hose
was turned on, a torrent of water gushed her internal organs out of her body like a waterfall. They swung freely
, causing her excruciating pain, and she felt a strange light and emptiness.
She felt needles stitching upwards into her abdomen, a nozzle spraying melted sugar that sealed her internal
organs. He pulled out the hose, inserted a sharp anal thorn, and tightened it to a steel rod with a screw.
"Piercing barbecue 22, ready!" he shouted.
Lina felt a warm sensation inside her. This was the final part. She saw
two more girls appear before her, steel rods protruding from their open mouths. He bound her legs to the rods, then
her arms. They were bound very tightly, allowing no mishaps as the girls were grilled over the fire.
Her clitoris pressed tightly against the steel rod, and she guessed that if the rod heated up, her orgasm would come again
. It was an astonishing feeling, she smiled. Her father would love to know how she felt now, but she
could never speak again.
Across the hall, butchers removed the entrails from the carcass of Superior 53 and placed them on a wooden table. The thoroughly
drained carcass, already chopped and cut, was being busily packaged into pieces; she looked no
different from the meat available in the butcher shop, and Piercing Grill 22 knew that was exactly what Sandy wanted
.
At other tables, six or more butchers were busy at work, while only five pieces of meat remained quietly awaiting the guillotine. Piercing Grill 22 　　was deeply impressed
by the huge pile of clean, packaged meat waiting to be boxed . 　　"That's right. This one's assigned to pit number five." 　　Lina wriggled as her steel rod was lifted by two waiters and carried outside into the warm sunlight. The rod rested 　　on supports at either end of the pit. The heat quickly scorched her body, her nipples felt like they were about to burst, but the steel 　　rod began to turn mercifully, and she felt many hands smearing grease on her body. She wondered 　　why they were smearing her with oil. 　　“If you find it strange,” a cheerful voice said, “this is girl’s grease. There’s always 　　plenty here, and it won’t ruin the flavor of the meat. I reckon we’ll collect a lot from you after you’re done cooking 　　.” 　　Oh! she thought, they were talking about melted fat…her fat. She would melt and drip it into those plates 　　, and they would use it to make grease. 　　As the steel rod turned, she saw two girls grilling on either side of her, their shapes familiar to her 　　. They both looked wonderful, but she had no way to tell them. 　　She saw Piercing Grill 38 wink at her, and she winked back, like a mischievous 　　sharing of a secret, and she smiled for a moment after blinking. The next time she faced her, Piercing Grill 74 blinked too. 　　Piercing Grill 22 hoped they could communicate with each other through blinks; she hadn't considered it before, she had so 　　much to tell her father. 　　Her body was covered in a thick layer of grease, so the heat was almost bearable. The steel rod 　　rotated rhythmically, giving her a moment to recover each time before the same part was heated again. 　　"How long are you going to give this?" she heard one waiter casually ask another. 　　"Piercing Grill 22? It should be roasted for five hours. We were told to try to keep it alive, so I 　　put it a little higher than usual. It should last at least another hour, maybe longer if we're lucky. 　　Then we'll move it closer to the fire and roast it faster. It will be ready in the right time." 　　Piercing Grill 22 certainly hoped she would be roasted on time. She sighed silently with pleasure through the gaps in the steel rod 　　. The rod grew hot, pressing against her grease-lubricated clitoris. She writhes, bringing a wild and 　　unfamiliar sensation. She won't disappoint her new sisters, nor does she want her father to be alone, but they'd better 　　get here quickly! 　　-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 　　Chapter 3 Translation: Cheng Xiao Maram hummed a little tune as he drove along the road leading to the ranch. The ranch 　　was now in sight, and he was confident he'd be back in the picnic area within an hour. 　　It felt really good to be surrounded by fully developed girls, especially since they were so eager to be pierced 　　and put on the barbecue grill (or perhaps some preferred the butchering table). Maram recalled the last time he came to pick up 　　Lina and her two companions. 　　Unlike Lina, Cherry and Catherine already considered themselves "developed enough to be eaten." 　　They could find an excuse almost every five minutes to get Maram to send them to the processing 　　plant. 　　Of course, Maram would be happy to help them fulfill their wishes. He remembered Cherry being pierced and turned into skewers in front of him 　　, while Catherine was simultaneously turned into packaged steaks. 　　Thinking of this, Maram's penis unconsciously became erect. He could now see 　　the gates of the ranch. Through the gaps in the iron fence, he could see groups of naked girls laughing and frolicking in the sunlight 　　. 　　"Adoption or transaction, sir?" the guard at the gate asked politely. 　　"Adoption," Maram replied. 　　"Very well, sir. You know all the procedures?" 　　Maram smiled and nodded. A moment later, he arrived at the entrance to the ranch's office building. At the reception 　　desk, a young girl greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, sir." 　　She was about the same age as Lina, but more mature. 　　A nameplate hung from a nipple ring on her left nipple. From her other nipple ring, a thin silver chain was attached to the reception 　　desk table. Clearly, they didn't want her to wander off and get lost. 　　"Good morning, Lucy," he replied, "I'm here to collect my allocation."

“Yes, sir. May I see your inventory book?”
He handed it over. It was a seemingly harmless card that allowed him to adopt girls from the farm
. Of course, this also included the right to sell, place, and dispose of them at will.
“Everything is in order, sir. How many would you like to adopt today?”
“I’d like three. But could I see them first, Lucy?”
“Of course, I’ll arrange it for you right away.” She pressed a button, summoning a smiling waiter
.
“George, could you take this gentleman to see the girls eligible for adoption? This gentleman
wants three or four lovely girls.”
“Yes, please come with me,” George said. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he ignored Lucy’s somewhat expectant
expression.
“We have two girls who are fully mature and ready to be processed. If you take them,
you'll also receive an extra gift.” Seeing Maram's affirmative expression, George continued, “They're
in the milking workshop now; we can take a look.”
As George entered a spacious room, Maram saw rows of girls panting as they
pedaled bicycles. If it weren't for the milking machines that completely encircled their breasts
, Maram would have wondered if he'd entered the wrong room.
“George, what are they doing?”
“It's a perfect machine, sir,” he explained. “The girls exercise while simultaneously
pumping milk from the milking machines. Fifteen minutes at a time, four times a day.”
“But what if the girls stop to be lazy?”
“Look here, sir.”
Following George's direction, Maram noticed a curved metal dildo inserted
into a girl's vagina on the bicycle seat. A smaller dildo was also inserted into their anus.
"Sweetie, stop for a moment."
The girl obediently stopped as George commanded. However, the instant she stopped, a flash of electricity
suddenly ignited between her legs.
"Ah...ah...ah..." the girl screamed, "George, please, please let me start quickly
. Ah..."
"You see, this is what happens if they stop."
"Hmm, it's a perfect design. But is it energy-intensive?"
"Of course not. In fact, when the girls pedal, they're charging the machine that punishes them."
Throughout their conversation, the poor girl never stopped screaming: "Ah...ah
...please, George, I'll do anything! Please let me start!"
"Alright, Mandy, you can start now."
The girl relaxed and began pedaling the bicycle again with all her might. The milking machine started, once again
squeezing delicious milk from her breasts.
"By the way, are those two the ones you mentioned, George?"
"This is Betty, and that's Susan. Their practice is almost over." He smiled.
"And they just had an internal cleaning an hour ago. If you want to get them to the workshop immediately
, a simple external cleaning will suffice. You know, once the girls are on the adoption list,
we give them enemas regularly."
Perhaps due to their frequent practice, they both looked very healthy. Betty had black hair and
tan skin, her delicate face resembling that of an office lady. Susan, with her
blonde hair, had long legs and ample breasts, her body writhing wildly with each wave of orgasm, making one
wonder if she would dance just as wildly when she was penetrated.
“Okay, George. I’ll take them. But could I see some other girls?”
“No problem, come with me, sir. I also know two lovely little ones, though they might be a little
naughty, but I think they’ll bring you some joy.”
“Oh, that sounds interesting. Where are they?”
George led Marram to an open space where two girls were lying side by side in the sun. When they
saw George, they giggled and greeted them, “Hi, George, would you like to join us?”
“Come meet Mr. Marram, girls.” He then turned to Marram and pointed to them, “This is Joanna
, and that’s Trixie.” He looked at the girls again, “Mr. Marram is visiting our farm, and he
’d like to adopt a few girls.”
The girls immediately jumped up excitedly and flanked Marram on either side.
“Sir, please adopt us,” Joanna pleaded.
“We’d love to come with you,” Trixie added, “We’ll do anything for you.”
Marram looked them over. Compared to Betty and Susan, they seemed rather slender and thin. But their mischievous
appearance was just like Lina's. Perhaps they would be just as delicious as Lina, he thought.
So he nodded and said, "Well, I think I can adopt four at once."
"Great!" Joanna exclaimed. "Can we call him Dad, George?"
"Of course, but only after we leave the farm. I think you know the rules, don't you?"
"Yes, George," Trixie said. "Sir, where are you taking us?"
"I think we should go see my lovely Lina first. I took her to the processing plant earlier.
She said she wanted me to take my new girls to see what she looks like after being pierced and roasted. Of course, you
can also taste her." "
Oh! That's so exciting! Will you roast us too?"
Maram laughed. "Maybe, but probably not today. No rush, it's only a matter of time
."
"Yes. But it would be perfect if it were today."
"Hey, girls. Watch your behavior," George scolded.
"It's alright, George," Marram waved her hand. George was right; they were indeed a lively pair.

"Sir, I'll take care of the rest for you. The two girls you originally wanted are already
waiting for you at the reception desk."
Back at the reception desk, Marram saw Betty and Susan already waiting there. As per protocol, their 　　hands
were tied behind their backs, and leashes were attached to their genital rings for leashing.
"Hello, girls," Marram greeted them with a smile, taking their
leashes from Lucy.
"Hello, sir," Betty said, "thank you for taking us."
"Where are you taking us?" Susan asked.
"Well, first I'll take you to a picnic, where I'll see the barbecue girls I want to see."
"Will we be treated the same way?"
"That depends on your performance, girls," Marram said. "If you don't cause me any trouble
, I'll consider it."
"I want to be barbecued," Betty said.
"Oh, I think you'd make a perfect barbecue girl," he affirmed her statement. "You
look perfect for being impaled."
"I want to be slaughtered and dismembered," Susan confided.
Marram looked at her curiously. "You really think so?"
"Yes. Although I don't hate being pierced and grilled, I prefer them to butcher me, break me down
into pieces, and put me in stores or freezers. You know, people have many ways to
cook meat, not just grilling. I've dreamed of this for years."
"Okay, Susan, I understand. If I could, I would help you fulfill your dream," Marram
replied with a smile. In fact, she had chosen a very easy path. As far as the market was concerned, people needed
pieces of meat rather than a whole grilled girl.
"Thank you, sir."
Just then, George came over with Joanna and Trixie. Like Betty and Susan,
they were also bound in the same way.
"Sir, please let me take care of them for you. You need to sign to claim them."
Lucy handed Marram a form listing the girls' names and registration numbers for him to sign.
Now, the four girls belonged entirely to him.
"Good luck, and I hope to serve you again next time."
"Thank you, George. You've done me a great favor." Marram handed over a banknote. "Thank you for your service."
"It's my pleasure, sir."
Leading four unsteady girls, Marram got into his car. He started the car and untied
the girls' restraints.
"Now, can we call you Daddy?"
"Of course, little ones."
"Thank you, sir," Betty and Susan said in unison. While they were flexing their wrists to get the blood
circulating again, Joanna and Trixie had already squeezed into the front seats, giggling.
"Girls, be quiet while I drive. I don't want to be late."
"Okay, Daddy." Although Joanna and Trixie replied, they didn't stop what they were
doing. Trixie deftly unbuckled Marram's belt and unzipped his pants, while Joanna
quickly took his penis into her mouth and began sucking it vigorously.
"Hey, stop! I said, girls..."
If there's anything worse than being ambushed by two girls, it's being ambushed by four girls at the same time.
Betty and Susan joined in, giggling. Maram couldn't tell who was doing what anymore
; the girls teased him with their fingers, rubbed him with their breasts, licked him with their tongues, and lightly bit him with their teeth
... Instantly, the car was filled with a scene of eroticism.
"Alright, girls, we can probably go now."
After a long while, Maram finally finished them off after three quick ejaculations. Looking at
the four naked, panting bodies of the young girls lying on the seats, he was truly grateful to the farm staff for training them. And what made him even happier
was that he still had time to see Lina's final moments.
Although putting a whole girl on a fire to roast is an easy thing to fail at, people are more interested in
the beauty of a living girl moaning and writhing on a fire. For this reason, Maram specifically instructed the picnic area staff
to roast Lina slowly at a low temperature so that he could get back in time.
Of course, even if he didn't have time to feel it, there are still so many girls here, aren't there?
(To be continued)

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