postmortem
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Some bizarre off-shoots of necro fantasy don't need long stories...
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I entered the Depopulation Booth, and the familiar machine voice spouted all the usual propaganda about us being the heroes who sacrifice for a better future for humanity.
Yada yada yada. I was here for the free climax.
I pulled down my pants and underwear, as instructed, and laid down on a special table.
Something beeped, and big clamps connected around my torso, securing me in place.
The table traveled somewhere far, and partially went through an opening in a wall, with my chest and head on one side, and torso and below - on the other.
I felt cold air on my exposed stomach and everything below. It's like my torso was put through a big glory hole. I waited.
With a whirr, a gun barrel emerged, aimed exactly at the center of my forehead. It was unnerving to look at, so I closed my eyes...
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It was just another day for the Depopulator. He entered the booth #24. This guy had admittedly nice legs, and a groomed area around his penis. Just his type of body, not too thin, not too thick. Just the right kind of meat. You had to enjoy this job if you could endure it.
Good thing the wall was tight and soundproof, so he didn't even have to think of them as real people.
He gave this guy's stomach a few quick kisses, feeling his reaction, licked inside his navel, grabbed his hips, and then took him in his mouth. Let's see if we can make a new record... how about 20 seconds?
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I could feel someone's warm mouth around my shaft. It was a very skillful job... moving so fast... I felt hard in no time... oh my god, it's about to happen... stop... draw it out a little bit-
Ahhh-
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Depopulator felt the first push of cum into his mouth, the first of several, and quickly hit the KILL button. As the legs and stomach in front of him shuddered, he spit out the dick from his mouth and moved on to the next room.
The other pushes never came. The hard cock just hung between the legs, and dripped a little white onto the floor, which was promptly cleaned by a sweep-bot.
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Deprived of full climax, my blue-balled body could not complain, because there was a hole right above and between my eyes.
My mouth was open as I stared at the ceiling, which started moving again. Within seconds, my body was unceremoniously dropped onto a processing line, with my dick still hard.
A scalpel etched under my neck and smoothly traveled down to my pubes, splitting my front in half. Wet things started popping out from inside me as I stared indifferently past the machines which started cutting them out of me - harvesting for organs, to help those that need them.
Quickly, several robotic arms cut out my heart, my lungs, kidneys, liver.
An guillotine came down my neck, separating my head, which traveled to a different station, which gently pulled out my now-crossed eyes, cleaned them up and put them in frozen containers.
My opened, headless body traveled to food processing unit, where a human butcher looked at my still-hard dick, jokingly jerked off it off, and a solid burst of cum fell from it to the floor.
"Always have to finish someone else's job" he grumbled.
Then he turned my body over, and cut into my juicy buttocks and thighs, harvesting them for meat.
The remains of my body were transferred to be burned.
No complaints were filed on behalf of The Processed.
___________
I entered the Depopulation Booth, and the familiar machine voice spouted all the usual propaganda about us being the heroes who sacrifice for a better future for humanity.
Yada yada yada. I was here for the free climax.
I pulled down my pants and underwear, as instructed, and laid down on a special table.
Something beeped, and big clamps connected around my torso, securing me in place.
The table traveled somewhere far, and partially went through an opening in a wall, with my chest and head on one side, and torso and below - on the other.
I felt cold air on my exposed stomach and everything below. It's like my torso was put through a big glory hole. I waited.
With a whirr, a gun barrel emerged, aimed exactly at the center of my forehead. It was unnerving to look at, so I closed my eyes...
------------------
It was just another day for the Depopulator. He entered the booth #24. This guy had admittedly nice legs, and a groomed area around his penis. Just his type of body, not too thin, not too thick. Just the right kind of meat. You had to enjoy this job if you could endure it.
Good thing the wall was tight and soundproof, so he didn't even have to think of them as real people.
He gave this guy's stomach a few quick kisses, feeling his reaction, licked inside his navel, grabbed his hips, and then took him in his mouth. Let's see if we can make a new record... how about 20 seconds?
-------------------
I could feel someone's warm mouth around my shaft. It was a very skillful job... moving so fast... I felt hard in no time... oh my god, it's about to happen... stop... draw it out a little bit-
Ahhh-
-------------------
Depopulator felt the first push of cum into his mouth, the first of several, and quickly hit the KILL button. As the legs and stomach in front of him shuddered, he spit out the dick from his mouth and moved on to the next room.
The other pushes never came. The hard cock just hung between the legs, and dripped a little white onto the floor, which was promptly cleaned by a sweep-bot.
-----------------
Deprived of full climax, my blue-balled body could not complain, because there was a hole right above and between my eyes.
My mouth was open as I stared at the ceiling, which started moving again. Within seconds, my body was unceremoniously dropped onto a processing line, with my dick still hard.
A scalpel etched under my neck and smoothly traveled down to my pubes, splitting my front in half. Wet things started popping out from inside me as I stared indifferently past the machines which started cutting them out of me - harvesting for organs, to help those that need them.
Quickly, several robotic arms cut out my heart, my lungs, kidneys, liver.
An guillotine came down my neck, separating my head, which traveled to a different station, which gently pulled out my now-crossed eyes, cleaned them up and put them in frozen containers.
My opened, headless body traveled to food processing unit, where a human butcher looked at my still-hard dick, jokingly jerked off it off, and a solid burst of cum fell from it to the floor.
"Always have to finish someone else's job" he grumbled.
Then he turned my body over, and cut into my juicy buttocks and thighs, harvesting them for meat.
The remains of my body were transferred to be burned.
No complaints were filed on behalf of The Processed.
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