“It’s honestly quite hard,” Jessica was saying as she and Kayla talked. The two women were about 27 days old, having met each other when they were helping out at a festival at the food booths by finding and bringing women to cook them at the various booths. The women had to have decently large breasts, as they give the best meat. It was an important job, one they both took great pride in. The very first women they’d offered up had been their friends from school, as Veronica, Helen, and Kristine had been the perfect fit for the kind of meat they were looking for. Eventually, as the festival drew to a close and the plentiful crowd of women to choose from thinned, Jessica and Kayla’s team of hunters/gatherers thinned as the women had begun sacrificing themselves. What started out as a team of twenty sluts hunting for meat dwindled down to Jessica and Kayla alone. After that, the two decided to just hang out together, and ever since, they have simply followed each other on the same paths. Currently, they are daycare teachers supervising kids while they play on the playground to make sure the boys don’t hurt themselves or each other.

Jessica and Kayla continued their conversation. “I mean, I’m the fifth snuff bitch he’s collected. Most days, he doesn’t even fuck me. He just cuts me, burns me, or rips off my clit and my nipples until they grow back or something. But he never fucks me. He’s always fucking one of the other sluts. I’m honestly starting to get jealous of how many pregnancies they’ve all had.”

“You know, Jess, it’s not his job to fuck you. We’re all good for something. You’re good for torture. Another snuff slut is good for fucking and getting pregnant. Instead of talking about what you wish he had done, just do what you’re good at. Sit there and look pretty while he rips your clit and nipples off and whatever else he does.” Jessica rolled her eyes. Kayla had completely missed the point she was making.

Jessica had come to school with her chest covered in cuts and scratches. Burns were usually accumulated in the evenings. Sometime during the day, one of the students got a red-hot rod from the blacksmithing workshop and shoved it in Jessica’s pussy, completely burning her vagina, before pulling it out. Kayla was in a similar state. She frequently went to the gym and had been raped there. One of her eyes was swollen shut from the beating she’d endured. There were also various bruises all over her body, although the worst of them had healed a bit by the time she made it to school. One of her female students had asked her what happened to her, and Kayla had told her how she was raped and beaten. One of the boys had decided to recreate the bruises on Kayla’s body on the girl who had asked.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, Kayla,” Jessica said in annoyance. “It’s not like I expect him to care about what I want. I’m a woman, after all. My whole purpose is to be meat for him to eat and kill for fun. And it’s not like I don’t like how he treats me. It’s nice to be tortured for amusement and treated like I’m worthless. I’m just saying that all he ever does is the same kind of stuff where he burns me, cuts me, or rips parts of my body off. He never does anything more extreme. I just want him to try new things because he might get off on it more if he tortures me more extremely. Even if he doesn’t, at least he’ll try it and know for sure. I can’t bear the thought that he didn’t get to experience some possible pleasure before he killed me or that he didn’t get the most possible enjoyment out of me before I died. I want to tell him he can do more, but I don’t want to make it sound like I’m trying to give him advice or suggestions on how to torture me. I don’t have that right.”

“We don’t have any rights,” Kayla reminded her, but she otherwise continued to listen carefully.

“I know, Kayla,” Jessica said, smiling knowingly. Kayla was always the first to remind the women around her of their place in the world. It was one of her best qualities—how she was so devoted to the worthlessness of not only herself but also the women around her. “I guess it’s just hard because I want to make sure he’s using me to the fullest.”

Kayla nodded. “I get it. Honestly, there’s nothing wrong with you making suggestions if it’s for the sake of his pleasure. Just make sure you’re not doing it for yourself, okay? It’s selfish to care about what you want. The only concern you should have is that he’s getting the most out of your body before he throws it away.”

Jessica smiled. “Thanks, Kayla. I always feel better after talking to you.” The two of them hugged and shared a sloppy kiss. There was nothing romantic about it. After all, there was no such thing as love or anything like it between anyone. But being filthy and vulgar was something every girl learned throughout her life because men enjoyed it, and eventually, it became a part of who they were.

As the two were really getting into it, they were interrupted when one of the students came up to them with a girl following him. “Ms. Kayla, Ms. Jessica,” he said. The two women broke apart, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. They turned to see Christopher standing there with Lily next to him. Lily was bleeding from her nose and her mouth, with one of her arms broken, and she seemed to be limping.

“Yes, Christopher. What is it?” Jessica asked, leaning down so she was at eye level with the boy.

“Can I have a knife? I wanna stab Lily with it.” Jessica chuckled.

“Of course you can, silly!” she ruffled his hair playfully. “You don’t have to ask. You can just come up to us and tell us what you want, and we’ll get it for you.” She grew a little serious. “Christopher, it’s considered rude to ask for things from a woman. You can’t treat us like we’re equals or even like we’re people. We’re just servants and things, okay? So less asking, more demanding, okay?”

“Oh! Okay,” Christopher said, nodding in understanding. Jessica smiled and ruffled his hair playfully again before turning around. “Kayla, go grab a-” she began to say, but she didn’t finish, as Kayla had already gone and gotten a knife. “Wow, you’re quick,” she said. Kayla smiled at the compliment before handing it to Christopher.

“Thanks!” said Christopher, taking the knife, only to be met with a frown from both women.

“What?” he asked.

“You don’t say thank you to a woman, Christopher,” Kayla said patiently. “Giving you everything you want is only the bare minimum. It’s expected. Don’t be polite to a woman just for that, okay? In fact, don’t be polite to a woman at all.”

“Okay,” he said.

“Now why don’t you try out that knife on Lily?” Jessica suggested. Christopher grinned and nodded. Lily turned to Christopher, and he grabbed her shoulder, holding her still as he raised the knife up to her eye and started stabbing it. Lily yelped and quickly clamped down on the scream that was about to come, instead opting only for a pained squeal as Christopher slowly drove the knife into her eye.

“Wow, that was pretty fun!” he said, turning to the two teachers, who were chuckling to themselves.

“Chris, sweetie, that’s not usually how guys stab girls,” Jessica said, trying to stifle her chuckles. Chris looked at her confusedly.

“Then how do I do it?” Jessica reached over and roughly yanked the knife out of Lily’s eye. This time, Lily grunted, already getting used to being stabbed in the eye.

“Like this,” Jessica said before turning around and stabbing Kayla brutally in the stomach. Kayla grunted as the knife punctured her flesh before Jessica ripped it out, leaving a bleeding wound that may or may not heal before Kayla bled to death. “See, you don’t gently push it in. You shove it in hard and then rip it out. Here, why don’t you try?” She handed him back the knife, and he turned to Lily before stabbing the knife brutally into her neck. Lily’s eyes bulged, and she choked and gurgled before Chris tore the knife out. His technique was a bit clumsy, and he ended up ripping the hole in her throat a little wider, but that would be fixed with practice.

“Good job, Chris!” Jessica praised as Lily fell to the ground and began bleeding to death, occasionally letting out choking and gurgling sounds. “That was a great first try. Do you want to practice a little with me and Ms. Kayla?”

“Sure! Thanks!” He realized his mistake as soon as he said it. Both Jessica and Kayla frowned, but before they could say anything, he corrected himself. “I mean… Yeah, I’ll practice on you two. Um… Fuck you, worthless shitty bitches… or something…” At the insult, both women relaxed, although Kayla was still clutching her wound. The degrading words made both women happy at the fact that Chris was learning proper manners, even if his insults could definitely use some work.

“Good job, Chris. Which one of these worthless shitty bitches do you want to stab first?” Chris looked between the two before settling on Kayla.

“I think I want to try practicing with Ms. Kayla first.” Jessica giggled and stepped aside.

“Alright, Chris. Go crazy on her.” Soon, the sounds of stabbing and groaning rose from Kayla as Christopher obeyed Jessica’s words and did indeed go crazy with Kayla. When he was done, he stood up with a big grin on his face and smears of blood all over the front of his body.

“Wow, that was fun!” he said. Jessica smiled fondly. She always loved seeing a young man’s delight at murdering women. Older men seemed to have grown too used to it, and aside from some simple satisfaction, not many showed that much enjoyment. That was one of the reasons she loved being a daycare teacher. The boys here were still young and still unused to killing women. She tried to enjoy their lack of experience while she still could.

“I’m glad you liked it, Chris. Just remember, you’re always welcome to do that to any girl you see, okay?” Chris nodded enthusiastically.

“Awesome! Thanks, Ms. Jessica.” At this, Jessica frowned again.

“Chris, don’t-”

“Right, I forgot, sorry. I mean, shut your mouth, stupid slut, and focus on sucking dick and getting killed. That’s all you’re good for!” Jessica smiled. It was still slightly exaggerated. While what he said was quite normal, it was clear he was playing it up. But she wasn’t too worried. He had the rest of his life to learn how to degrade a woman.

“Thank you kindly,” she said. “Now is there anything else this worthless shitcunt can do for you?” Chris took a second to think about it.

“I need to take a piss,” he said. Smiling delightedly, Jessica wasted no time in getting on her knees. She loved being a servant to a man, no matter what his age.

“I hope you’ll let me take care of it for you,” she said, opening her mouth and letting her tongue hang out, ready for Christopher’s piss.

He came up to her, laid his dick on her tongue, and began to piss. She gulped it down as fast as it came, not letting a drop spill. Chris watched in admiration as he pissed.

“Wow, you’re really good at this,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said as she gulped down the last of it.

“That’s all I wanted, Ms. Jessica,” he said.

“Wait a sec, did you forget something?” The boy was about to turn and leave, but Jessica stopped him.

“What’s that, Ms. Jessica?” he asked.

“You need to clean up your toilet; remember, toilets smell; they need to be cleaned up.” Jessica reminded him.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Christopher scratched the back of his head and flashed a sheepish smile after realizing his mistake. Without any moment to spare, he stabbed Jessica in the chest but missed her heart and sliced her neck open.

Jessica collapsed as her neck kept on bleeding out, She grumbled loud enough for the boy to hear, “Good boy.”

“Bye!” Christopher ran off with energy only a youth like him would possess. Despite her weakening body, Jessica smiled as she watched him run up to a girl and call out her name before punching her across the face as she turned to look. Ah, the beauty of youth.

Jessica crawled and dragged Kayla’s dead body with her to the trash; she’s planning to dive in after throwing Kayla in.

-End