As the camera turned on, the audience was greeted with a smile from a young man with dark hair and a fancy suit. “Welcome viewers to the latest in Dark Enterprises’ many offerings of vore entertainment! We’ve brought you such hits as Vore House, GLOWS, and Football Feeding Frenzy! But we still know the importance of family, which is why I am proud to present the first ever Mother-Daughter Vore Challenge! Today we bring together both young and old, tender and mature, teenager and MILF. Out of the many potential candidates we’ve selected seven lucky pairs to face off against each other and the predators of Dark Enterprises for the standard cash prize. What makes this stand out from our other competitions are the contestants themselves. Each pair is made up of a mother and a daughter. This challenge will put their bond to the test, seeing if they have what it takes to overcome the odds and leave as winners. The losers, as to be expected, will get the consolation prize of a new home, though admittedly it will be a bit smaller than they’re used to.” The young man chuckled to himself. “I’m Puck Goodfellow and I’ll be your host. I would say that I’m excited to see what our contestants are made of, but we all know exactly what they’re made of. Now let’s meet our lucky competitors and have them introduce themselves. Gotta preview the menu, after all.” Puck winked as the camera moved on from him to the first mother-daughter pair.
 
The camera focused on two women, both wearing black high-cut leotards — the standard uniform for the show's contestants.
 
The older woman had a poise that suggested she thought very highly of herself. She wore a smile that radiated confidence. Her high self-image was certainly helped by the fact that she was objectively very physically attractive - long, flowing black hair, tanned skin, a slim and trim hourglass figure accentuated by a nice pair of round, perky tits and long, toned legs encased in thigh-high nylon stockings.
 
“Hi everyone, I’m Amy!” she said looking directly at the camera, her voice strong and self-assured. “I’m thirty-nine years young, and I work as an insurance agent… though I’ve always dreamed of being a movie star! Maybe this will be my big shot,” she joked — though all watching could tell that on some level she was really hoping this could be her ticket to stardom.
 
Amy gestured to the younger girl sitting next to her, a pretty thing with short raven-black hair. She was slender and fit, not at all unattractive, but totally lacked the confidence that characterized her mother. Her eyes were downcast and her arms were crossed across her chest. This gesture telegraphed her insecurity, but did nothing to hide the fact that she lacked what her mother had in that department too — she was as flat as a board. She did inherit her mother’s shapely legs, however — which she continually crossed and uncrossed, as if she felt the eyes of the several million viewers that were staring right at her gams burning holes in her stockings.
 
Amy stared at the girl for a moment, eyes expectant; when it became clear that the younger lady would not speak, Amy spoke for her.
 
“And this here’s my Lela. She’s eighteen years old, and she’s a Senior at Heinlein High School! She's on the swim team there, and she’s great! She draws, she writes… Lela, you want to tell them anything about yourself?”
 
Lela glanced up at the cameras, nervousness written across her face. “Uh, hi,” she murmured in a weak mousy voice.
 
Amy stared at her daughter once again. She was smiling but her wide, wild, angry eyes betrayed her true feelings — but only for a moment. She turned back to face the camera, her facade restored.
 
“Anyway, me and Lela are in it to win it! Don’t know about the rest of these girls, but there’s no way the two of us are going to get eaten! Isn’t that right honey!”
 
“S-sure mom.”
 
The camera then moved onto the next pair of contestants. The older woman had short blonde hair and an impressive figure with a generous bust and butt. Her blue eyes betrayed some uncertainty, but she still smiled at the camera regardless. She presented herself as a professional, someone who knew she was attractive but didn't want to rely on her looks to make it up the corporate ladder.
 
“Hello,” she said with a confidence that suggested a familiarity with public speaking, whether it was meetings at her place of employment or her daughter’s place of education. “My name is Helen. I’m forty-one, though I feel that I look good for my age.” She took some pride in that statement before continuing. “I’m actually an employee of Dark Enterprises, mainly because they always have open job positions and it pays well. I honestly don’t care much for what the company specializes in, though fortunately I have a desk job in an office building far from the more… exciting jobs. I help Dark Enterprises handle finances and I’ve been slowly working my way up during my time with the company. Despite making profit from the entertainment of predators eating women, it’s not the worst job that I’ve ever had and Dark Enterprises is quite fair to its employees. But while I just saw it as a job, my daughter took a huge liking to what the company was promoting. Is that right, sweetie?”
 
The younger girl next to Helen very much resembled her mother. She shared Helen’s blue eyes and blonde hair, though unlike her mother the younger girl grew her hair longer. While there was a bit of uncertainty in Helen’s eyes, the same could not be said about her daughter’s. The young blonde’s eyes sparkled with excitement, though she was polite enough to wait for her mother to finish speaking. She was definitely not flat-chested, though her breasts had not yet reached the same size as her mother’s.
 
“Yep!” the girl said with a cheerful tune. She looked at the camera with a smile, just like her mother had likely told her. “My name is Kitty,” she introduced herself. “Well, actually it’s Katherine but everyone except my mother calls me Kitty. I’m eighteen years old. My mom’s single, but was always more interested in supporting us and moving up in the world than dating. She’s ambitious, though sometimes she still lets herself have fun. Less so after she got a job with Dark Enterprises. Because of what they do, she drinks a lot after getting home from work.”
 
Helen’s cheeks turned pink in embarrassment. “Katherine, you shouldn’t say that.”
 
“But it’s true,” Kitty pointed out. “I wanted to take some interest in my mother’s career and ended up getting hooked into vore. My mother was not happy when she saw my Internet search history.” She laughed. “However, I told her that vore was helping me feel confident about my body. I stopped negatively comparing myself to girls at school with bigger butts or breasts, since vore showed girls with all sorts of different bodies. Watching them get eaten and enjoy getting eaten made me feel… sexy. I realized that we’re all just nutrients, so it didn’t really matter if my boobs were as big as my mom’s.”
 
Helen’s cheeks turned even redder. “Katherine!”
 
But Kitty refused to stop. “I learned about this challenge and I asked my mom about it. She refused at first, but I begged and she used her status as an employee to get us here. She’s not really enthusiastic, but I hope to show her why I got into vore. How it can be fun and sexy. To her vore is just a part of her job. But to me it is a part of my life.”
 
Helen pulled Kitty to the side and began scolding her while the camera moved onto the next pair.
 
The next contestants were… cute. That would be the word most viewers would use to describe them afterwards.
 
“Hello, my name’s Sarah,” the mother spoke. She was pretty — not a bombshell, but easy on the eyes. Light brown hair pulled back into a pony-tail, kind blue eyes, a modest figure neatly accentuated by her swimsuit. Her bust was nice, but not particularly impressive — what extra weight she did have had went straight to her ass and her thighs. This was slightly embarrassing for her, but tonight’s viewers agreed with what every man who had visited the little store Sarah owned already knew: this woman was deliciously thick.
 
“I’m forty years old, and I’m a small business owner and a single mother just trying to support my daughter. She’s the light of my life, and I’d do anything for her… even if it means getting eaten.”
 
“And I’m Josie,” said the younger girl. She looked like a younger, and even prettier version of her mother — what the older woman must have looked like at the same age. She wore her hair down, spilling over her shoulders in luscious light brown waves. Her legs kept trim by daily track practice, but she still had the glorious pear-shaped figure she had inherited from her mother — and with it, an ass that was envied by every girl and lusted after by every guy (and some of the girls, too) at Cromwell High.
 
“I’m a Senior in high school, and I’m hoping to go to State to major in gastroenterology.” She looked up at the camera almost shyly — then she giggled, burst into a beaming, beautiful smile — a smile that immediately won the hearts of viewers around the globe — and gave the camera a knowing wink. “Here’s hoping I don’t have to learn any more about the digestive system than I have to…”
 
Sarah let out a strained laugh at her daughter’s joke before she spoke once more. “If we win, every cent of that prize money is going towards her college fund. I will fight tooth and nail to make sure my baby girl gets the education she deserves.”
 
The camera moved onto the next pair of contestants, who added some dark meat to the menu. They were African American and the older woman was indeed a very attractive sample of the darker meat. The color of her eyes were brown, her hair was black and allowed to fall past her shoulders. She had a pleasant smile, though most who saw her would not be looking at her face. Instead, their attention would have been drawn to her rather notable rack. Her ass wasn’t as impressive, but was in no means flat. She displayed her body with a lot of confidence and pride, though her posture did betray her inexperience. Not that it mattered, since once again most who saw her would not be looking at her posture.
 
“My name is Victoria,” the black woman introduced herself. “I’m thirty-four, which I know is a bit on the younger side compared to some of the other women here. I was a teen mother who never had it easy and had to make sacrifices in order to support my daughter, but they were sacrifices worth making. We live with my boyfriend and I work several part-time jobs with the dream of one day getting myself and my daughter out of the bad neighborhood we were trapped in. I was never able to give my daughter everything she ever wanted, but I did my best. Then I learned about the vore industry and realized that it could be our ticket to a better way of living. And I’m not just talking about the cash prize. That would just be the beginning. Winning this competition could open doors for my daughter and get her a contract with Dark Enterprises as a vore model. Imagine my baby girl on the cover of magazines!” She beamed at the thought. However, this was when her daughter spoke up.
 
Victoria’s daughter definitely took after her mother. The girl’s hair was shorter and her eyes were green, but she had inherited her mother’s most notable feature… her rack. Puberty had been kind to the teenager and many would be jealous of not just her breasts, but her butt as well. However, the girl seemed annoyed by this and didn’t take as much pride in her body as her mother did. She didn’t look unhappy to be here, it’s just that her goals were different from her mother’s.
 
“Mom, I don’t want to be a model,” the young girl told Victoria. “I already told you this. Vore models usually have short careers and I’m more interested in becoming a scientist for Dark Enterprises. They have the most impressive genetics laboratories in the world-”
 
“Sasha, we’ve talked about this,” Victoria said to her daughter. “Scientists don’t get nearly as much recognition and you deserve to be in the spotlight, not in a lab coat behind closed doors. Besides, it would be a waste of your natural talents.”
 
“You mean my breasts?” Sasha asked her mother. “I don’t just want to be known for my body or how sexy I am as something eats me. I’m more than that.”
 
“And I know that, sweetie,” Victoria agreed. “But the rest of the world wouldn’t care. You may have a smart head, but we both know that nobody will be looking at anything above your shoulders. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You have a beautiful body, it should be shown off.”
 
“Like meat at the market?” Sasha asked. “I am interested in vore, but I want to study it. The predators that Dark Enterprises creates are fascinating and I want to work with them, not just feed them. I’m not ashamed of my body, but I hate being defined by it.”
 
“And I just want you to have realistic expectations,” Victoria admitted. “You’re a smart girl, Sasha, and I’m so proud of that. However, the reality is that Dark Enterprises may not want you as a scientist. I have often been seen as nothing more than a hot body and I learned to accept it, to use it to my advantage in order to give you the best life possible. But I am still more than my body and so are you, even if people see you as just a vore model. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices. Do you understand?”
 
“Yes,” Sasha nodded. “But I guess we first have to win this.”
 
Victoria smiled. “Which I’m sure will be no problem for the two of us. Right?”
 
Sasha smiled as well and fist bumped her mother. “Right.”
 
The next mother and daughter would expand the menu’s flavor yet further, adding two sweet and spicy Latin dishes that would whet the appetite of any predator.
 
As was quickly becoming the norm, the mother was first to introduce herself. She was a tall and slender beauty with long black hair and dark, piercing eyes. Her figure was nothing short of perfect — a thin waist, breasts neither too large nor too small, comfortably wide and supple hips that just begged to be grabbed onto.
 
“My name is Salma, and I’m a dancer at El Cafe Carnitas — which I believe is now owned by a subsidiary of Dark Enterprises?” she asked, turning to Puck.
 
“Yes,” Puck nodded. “I’m quite familiar with the Cafe. I’ve been a frequent patron of that establishment almost since it first opened its doors. In fact, I knew I recognized you. Don’t be so modest — you’re not just a dancer, you’re the Headmistress herself! The star of the whole show!”
 
“Aw, you flatter me,” the older woman blushed, a rare sight on such an experienced stripper. Truth be told, Salma herself was surprised at her reaction. She was normally so cool and distant — something her nightly audience found immensely attractive — but there was something about this man, something so powerful and oh-so-very alluring, that reduced the Headmistress to a giggling schoolgirl. What could it be?
 
Before Salma could think any more on the issue, Puck turned his attention towards her daughter.
 
“And this must be the Young Mistress, then…” Puck grinned, reaching for the girl’s hand. If her mother was an Aztec queen, this little lady was certainly a princess. Though not nearly as well-endowed as her mother, she possessed a slender dancer’s body neatly adorned with a fine set of perky tits, a nice, tight round rump, and lovely legs. Short brown hair framed an adorable face with a winning smile and big, brown eyes.
 
The girl giggled as Puck planted a light kiss on the back of her right hand. “Actually, my real name’s Isabela. I just turned nineteen a month ago, but I’ve been working with my mother in the club ever since my eighteenth birthday.”
 
“Wow, so young! And your mother was okay with it?” Puck was speaking Isabela but turned to Salma for a response.
 
The older woman simply shrugged. “Ever since she was old enough to learn what I did for a living, Isabela’s been wanting to do it herself. I’m not ashamed of my job, and it pays well, so I figured it would be okay — as long as she started off under my supervision. Besides, she’s a natural! Her first night working she brought home nearly a thousand dollars — she knows she’s got what they like, and how to shake it just right!”
 
“See honey, I told you,” Victoria whispered to Sasha across the room. She had intended for the comment to be private, but the mic had picked it up, and the camera shifted just in time to catch Sasha’s eyes rolling in exasperation before the expressions of both black beauties shifted to mortified embarrassment. Loud and raucous laughter broke out among both the studio audience and the contestants. Even Puck had to chuckle at it all.
 
After the laughter subsided, Puck started again. “I really must say, you two are fantastic. Salma, your snake-dance is sublime; and Isabela, you work a pole like no other girl I’ve seen, and believe me when I say I’ve seen thousands. But what I especially enjoy is the live feedings you two host on Saturday nights!”
 
“Hahaha, yeah! That’s definitely the Cafe’s signature event,” Isabela grinned before turning to the camera. “For those of you not lucky enough to have watched one, me and my mom strip and feed at least ten lucky girls to an even luckier creature of choice every Saturday night at midnight — though not before we have our own fun with them!”
 
She licked her lips lasciviously. “My first night working a feeding job, I invited a bunch of the girls from my graduating class to serve as the prey… mmm. You don’t know what pleasure is until you eat out the cheerleader you’ve had a crush on since you were both freshmen as she slides down the throat of a hungry Allosaurus, only being spared the same fate yourself because your mother was there to pull you out just in time…" Isabela moaned at the memory, her slender and delicate hands drifting towards her crotch, lightly massaging her womanhood through the thin fabric of the leotard.
 
“If you two love feeding girls to predators so much, why take the risk of being eaten yourselves?” Puck asked.
 
“Well, that’s the thing — after so long watching girls being eaten, we kind of want to experience vore for ourselves,” Salma said as she wrapped her arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “They all seem to enjoy it so much…”
 
“Oh, don’t get the impression we’re trying to lose — we’re in it to win it," Isabela piped up once more. “But the way we see it, it’s basically a win-win situation. If we win, we become millionaires; and if we lose-” She turned to her mother and smiled. “-we get to experience pleasure like we’ve never felt before…”
 
“Mmmm, you make your mommy so proud,” Salma purred before pulling her daughter in for a long and intimate kiss, driving the audience wild.
 
The camera moved to the next mother-daughter dish, which added yet more diversity to the menu. Their pair was Japanese American and as any vore fan would tell you, there were certain predators that just loved the Japanese. The older woman had short black hair, green eyes that shone like diamonds, and a very impressive figure. Her bust was so big that some would suspect that they were artificial, but she would just proudly brag about how they were completely natural. Her ass was similarly notable. Like Victoria, she looked younger than some of the other MILFs in the competition. And there was a very good reason for that, because the woman was what you would call a ‘trophy wife.’ Chosen as a status symbol for her youth and attractiveness. She smiled cheerfully at the camera before introducing herself.
 
“Kon’nichiwa!” she greeted. “My name is Asako. “I’m thirty-six years old and very happy to be here with my lovely daughter, Kiko! Say hi, Kiko!”
 
Kiko looked half her mother’s age. She had her hair cut even shorter than Asako’s and her eyes were a similar emerald green. But unlike Sasha, she had not inherited her mother’s most notable features. She wasn’t completely flat, but her breasts were quite small when compared to Asako’s and her butt was almost completely flat. However, she was happy to be here as indicated by the smile and wave she gave the camera.
 
“Hello,” Asako’s daughter greeted. “Oh, I mean kon’nichiwa!” She blushed as she corrected herself.
 
Asako put a hand on Kiko’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “If you recognize me, it’s because of my husband,” she explained. “He has his own company and he met me while on a business trip in Japan. He noticed me immediately, for reasons that you are probably able to guess. I was only a waitress at the time and was quite surprised to get the attention of a man as powerful as him. He was much older than me, but I found myself attracted to him as well and one thing led to another. When he learned that I was pregnant, he helped me immigrate to America and become a citizen. Back then, I didn’t know a word of English.” She laughed. “Eighteen years later, I am a proud mother and married to a regular business associate of Dark Enterprises. I will admit that in those years I have heard many unkind words about me due to my age and my foreign origins… but I’ve learned not to let them get to me! We live quite comfortably, so you may wonder why we’re here since we don’t need the money.”
 
“Mom wants us to have ‘mother-daughter bonding time’ together,” Kiko explained. “She’s worried that we’re ‘drifting away’ and she got me to do a bunch of thrilling activities with her. It’s actually been a lot of fun and I’ve enjoyed spending time with her. We’ve been doing this for a few months now, taking turns choosing a thrilling activity for us to do. Then Mom found out about this competition.”
 
“I was already quite familiar with vore, thanks to my husband’s association with Dark Enterprises,” Asako continued. “I found it quite appealing and when I heard about this competition I knew that it would be perfect for us! Of course, I would only sign us up if Kiko agreed.”
 
“And I did,” Kiko confirmed. “I thought it would be fun, though now that we’re here I admit that I am a bit nervous. We’ve been around predators before like sharks and snakes, but never anything like this. There is a real danger that neither of us might make it out alive.”
 
“Which only makes it more exciting, right?” Asako asked her daughter. “If this is our last activity together, it’s the perfect one! I would love it if we got eaten by the same predator and digested together!”
 
Kiko’s face turned red. “Let’s not get carried away, Mom. I’m just glad that I said goodbye to Dad before we left…”
 
“Oh, yes,” Asako agreed. She waved at the camera. “Hi, Honey! I hope you’re watching! I love you!” She looked back at her daughter. “Don’t worry, Kiko. Whatever happens, we are going to have so much fun!”
 
“And I believe you,” Kiko told her mother with a smile. She was still a little nervous, but not as excited as she was to spend some thrilling quality time with her mother even if it ended in a stomach. There was honestly nobody that either woman would rather digest with…
 
Their introductions done, the camera moved on to one last mother-daughter pair.
 
“And now, last but certainly not least, our final two contestants.”
 
If it wasn’t for the noticeable difference in age, both women might be mistaken as carbon copies of one another. Their faces were strikingly beautiful — angular and sharp. Both had pulled their blonde hair back into functional ponytails. Both were of similar thin and petite builds, lacking much in the way of curves.
 
However, they were both noticeably physically fit. Their tight swimsuits hugged and accentuated the lines of their perfectly sculpted washboard abs, while their bare arms and legs were clearly toned and well-muscled — not excessively so or in an unsightly way, but one that radiated athleticism and vitality. And their tanned skin and sun-bleached hair made it very clear that these two spent a lot of time in the sun. It was evident for all watching tonight that these two ladies took care of themselves, and it had paid off nicely.
 
“I’m Katrina,” began the mother. “I’m forty-five and I’m a personal fitness trainer.”
 
“And I’m Mary. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m a Junior in high school. I’m on the track and cross-country teams, and in my spare time I help out my mom with her job.” Both ladies’ tones were clipped and businesslike — matter-of-fact and to the point.
 
“If you win, what do you plan on doing with the prize money?” Puck asked.
 
“We’d like to open our own gym. It’s always been a dream of mine, and one I plan on eventually going through with anyway — but that prize money will certainly make things a lot easier. Maybe I’ll even be able to open my own chain of gyms, or start a line of exercise wear.”
 
“I can tell the two of you are both very physically adept — do you think that will give you an edge over some of your opponents?”
 
“Certainly,” Katrina beamed. “Me and my Mary here have been training for months to prepare for this event — not to brag or anything, but I think we’ve got a really good chance of coming out on top!”
 
“We're certainly going to find out!" Puck said. He turned to the cameras, beaming. "Well, there you have it, folks. These will be tonight’s main courses - er, contestants - on the world premiere of The Mother-Daughter Vore Challenge! We’re going to take a quick commercial break, but stay tuned — because the games will soon begin, and you don’t want to miss which of these lovely ladies will be eaten first!”
 
The cameras cut out, and several commercials began to play. One of them featured two handsome young men of college age debating what to get for dinner.
 
"Dave, you hungry?"
 
"Yeah, but I'm sick of burgers, pizza, and tacos."
 
"No problemo. I just heard about a great new place called Arnie's."
 
"Really? What kind of food do they serve?"
 
"Slutshimi."
 
"What?"
 
"Slut sashimi. You pick the slut, then select which parts you want,
and their chef cuts them off right in front of you. And for those
people who hate the thought of eating cunt-lips or nips raw, they
will stir-fry them with fresh vegetables, right at your table. It's
awesome!"
 
"Sounds great. Let's go!"
 
"Visit Arnie's for all your fine dining needs," the voice-over said. "Now featuring take-out
and delivery."
 
With that, the cameras cut back to the show. Puck was grinning widely, as were all the contestants. No longer on the stage, they were now on a large track field that ran in a wide circle, and Puck held a starting gun in his hand.
 
"We're back, folks! As you can see, we didn't waste any time getting things ready! The first round of our show today will be to test the speed and endurance of our lovely contestants with a good old-fashioned track race! The rules are very simple: the last MILF or sexy teen to reach the finish line loses, as does her respective teammate." He turned to them all. "Ready, ladies!"
 
There was chorus of loud "Yeahs!" from the girls and their mothers, except for Lela, who barely managed more than a whisper. Her mother Amy turned, glared at her for a second, and the quiet girl averted her eyes and looked away. Amy continued scowling until she realized the cameras were on her and hurriedly put on a fake smile instead.
 
Some of the other girls looked much more confident. Mary and Katrina looked driven and determined, while Isabella and Salma looked excited and just glad to have a good time. Puck let the suspense build for a moment before raising the starting gun to the sky.
 
"Ready...set...and GO!"
 
The gun fired, and the contestants were off!
 
Mary gained an early lead almost right away, with Katrina not far behind. Victoria and Sasha were a close second, but then Sasha's bare foot--nude like the rest of her--caught on a small stone. She tripped and went down with a cry, but Victoria caught her just in time and began pulling her along with her until Sasha regained her balance. Isabella whooped, her breasts bouncing joyfully with each step, and she paused to beam at the cameras as she zipped by. Asako and Kiko were stuck in the middle of the herd, not able to pass by anyone due to the other girls around them but unable to fall behind either. They clearly felt no real pressure to come in first, they just had to keep from falling behind too much.
 
Asako blew a kiss to the cameras as they focused on her. "This is for you, Daniel-San! Love you, honey!"
 
Kiko waved too. "Hi, Dad!"
 
Jose, Salma, Sarah and Helen brought up the rear of the group, with Helen coming in dead last. Her cheeks ballooned as she puffed for breath. She was trying her best to keep up but it was clear that she was in trouble. Mary and Katrina, meanwhile, were still in the lead, and they nodded at each other knowingly.
 
"I can't wait to open our first gym," Mary said, staring ahead at the finish line.
 
"Me either," Katrina told her. "It will be--"
 
Whatever else she'd been about to say never left her mouth. By letting themselves be distracted by talking, they had sealed their fates. Mary accidentally trod on her mother's ankle with her foot, causing her to stagger forward before she fell, sprawling, into the dirt. Mary's face went white with shock, but carried forward by her own momentum, she was unable to stop. The girl tripped over her mother and fell, her tits bouncing as she rolled end over end until finally coming to a stop.
 
The rest of the herd passed them by a heartbeat later. Mary and Katrina could only watch helplessly as the rest of the girls crossed the finish line. Sasha and Victoria took first place, with the rest of the herd coming in mere seconds behind.
 
The knowledge that they'd lost, and not only lost, but lost on the first round, sank in quickly. Mary bit her lip, but Katrina put up a hand, stifling what her daughter was going to say as they both rose to their feet. If she was angry at her daughter for accidentally costing them the race, she didn't let it show.
 
"There's nothing we can do about it now," Katrina said under her breath. "Don't worry about it."
 
"I'm sorry," Mary whispered.
 
"It is okay." Katrina tried to smile a little. "It could have happened to anyone. Now let's try and go out like true athletes."
 
Puck came over to them, twirling his mic idly. As he approached, both Katrina and Mary smoothed their faces to calm, resuming the crisp, businesslike expressions they'd had when they were first introduced. "Well, it looks like our first mother-daughter pair has been eliminated, and you know what that means folks! Our friends Mary and Katrina aren't long for this world!" He turned to them. "Any thoughts before we send you on your way?"
 
The two women looked at each other. "No, not really," Mary said. "We both knew the risks when we signed on. I'd like to go first, if that's okay."
 
"Very brave of you," Puck noted.
 
Mary shook her head. "No, I'm just being realistic."
 
"As you wish!" Puck swept out his hand grandly. "Let's bring out the predator!"
 
No sooner had he spoken than an enormous reptile, a komodo dragon, slithered onto the track from somewhere off-screen. Its claws dug into the dirt and its forked tongue flickered from its mouth as it tasted the air and recognized the scent of prey.
 
"Well, look at that!" Puck said. "It's Draco the komodo, a Vore House favorite! How lovely! This should be a good one!"
 
Mary stiffened at the sight of it, her face going pale. But she clenched her jaw, took a deep, long breath, and nodded. "Fine. Okay. I'm ready."
 
She began walking toward the predator with measured, unhurried steps, her face showing nothing as she went to certain death. Katrina looked on, as did the other surviving contestants. All were eager to see what was about to happen.
 
They didn't have to wait long to find out. Draco charged forward, jaws open wide, directly at the girl. With a furious hiss, Draco struck, plunging downward between Mary's spread legs, clamping her mouth around the girl's pelvis. The wickedly sharp teeth of the lizard's lower jaw drove upward into the skin and flesh there, even as their counterparts in the upper jaw sank into tender meat of her lower belly.
 
For a moment, both predator and prey were almost perfectly still. Mary, her eyes wide, was gazing down at the head of her pursuer, whose nose was resting just below her navel. Draco, on the other hand, seemed to need a moment to breath and gather himself, now that he'd finally caught up with and captured her quarry.
 
Then the moment passed, and Draco bit down, hard, causing Mary to issue a shrill scream as her flesh was pierced and crushed by strong reptilian teeth and jaws.
 
The big Komodo dragon then proceeded to start jerking its head back and forth, as it had done earlier when it had a hold on Mary's leg. This whipped the girl's lower body, the pelvis of which was trapped between the lizard's jaws, back and forth along with it. Each sharp movement was clearly agony to the dying girl, whose captor completely ignored her cries.
 
Finally, with a horrendous crunching crack, Mary's pelvis broke, crushed to pieces between Draco's strong jaws. The girl's yells of pain stopped as well, perhaps because the she simply couldn't express the agony she was in with mere words and sound anymore.
 
Mary, her eyes rolling wildly, was then unceremoniously dropped from Draco's jaws, back onto the ground. Her legs flopped out wide, bonelessly, now utterly useless without a pelvis to support them.
 
The huge lizard crouched over the stunned girl, looking down victoriously at her broken form, then bent to begin eating its well earned meal. It sank its teeth directly into her vulnerable sex. At this, the girl found her voice once again, and she let out an anguished wail as, after several rough jerks by the dragon, her womanhood was brutally torn from her body.
 
The shreds of meat proved to be only a mere appetizer for Draco, who snapped them up and swallowed them with a casual flick of its head. It licked its bloody jaws with its forked tongue, seeming to savor the taste of Mary's flesh for a few moments, then leaned in to take another bite, apparently eager for more of her flesh.
 
Yet despite the horrible agony the girl was having to endure as Draco continued to tear into her helpless toned body, she never made any attempt to flee or save herself. Like most girls these days, Mary had long accepted that she would, in all probability, wind up serving as food for some predator or other, and it wasn't like she hadn't watched Vore House before. She and her mother had even planned on introducing a few resident predators when they opened their first gym to spice things up a bit. Despite her agony, she knew it was on her to provide the best spectacle she possibly could, and after accidentally costing her and her mother the race, it was the least she could do.
 
More, it was clear that the everyone else was enjoying the spectacle quite a bit, too. Isabella and Salma watched with rapt fascination, and Sasha the would-be vore scientist scribbled her observations furiously on a notepad as the big Komodo dragon as it pushed its nose deep into Mary's innards, ballooning her abdomen up as it dug for more morsels of her flesh.
 
The lizard's efforts, meanwhile, were so insistent and aggressive that he was slowly pushing the girl's ruined body around the track, leaving a bloody trail of shredded meat and gobbets of intestines and organs behind it.
 
Mary's agonies only came to an end when Draco pushed and ate all the way up into the girl's rib cage. The Komodo dragon dug deep into the flailing girl, and then ripped out what looked like a still beating and fluttering heart, which finally stilled her continuing, utterly futile efforts to push the big lizard away from her mutilated torso. Draco continued to feed on the dead girl until nothing was left but a pile of shredded, bleeding meat lying on the track in a pool of red.
 
Katrina's cool, business-like expression didn't change as she watched her daughter's death. Puck, noticing this, sidled up to her with a grin.
 
"Any thoughts before it's your turn?" he asked, holding out the mic for her to speak. "It can't have been easy, watching your only daughter go like that."
 
"What is there to say?" Katrina said, shrugging. "I loved my daughter, but we both knew the risks when we signed up for this and part of being an athlete is being a good sport about it when you lose. Besides, she was very brave and did her best to make her voring a good one. I intend to do the same."
 
"Well put!" Puck said.
 
"So what's it to be?" Katrina asked.
 
"If you'll walk over into that pond over there, you'll find out." Puck pointed at a large pond near the racing track.
 
"A water voring, huh?" Katrina said with a slight frown. "I've seen those on TV when Mary and I used to watch Vore House together. Those can be tough."
 
"Too tough for you?" Puck asked with a teasing smirk.
 
Katrina snorted. "Not even close." She squared her shoulders, straightened her back, and began to walk calmly toward her death. Her measured, steady pace never wavered, not even when she walked right by the remains of her only child. Katrina's breasts bounced pleasingly with each step.
 
She entered the water with grace, wading into the dark pool until the water reached just beneath her breasts. The camera drones followed her, and she looked up at them. "This one's for you, Mary. Wherever you are now."
 
No sooner had the words left her mouth than there was a flurry of motion in the water. Katrina flinched and yelped, her hand flying to her left breast only to find that her tit had been torn off, taking a good chunk of meat with it. Blood ran from the wound and into the water.
 
"Ugh," Katrina groaned.
 
She didn't have time to say more. The piranha that inhabited the pond, enticed to frenzy by the smell of blood and the taste of her succulent meat, swarmed her in a rush. Katrina shrieked as the toothsome fish tore chunks of her flesh away, ravaging the body she'd spent so much time and effort maintaining and sculpting. Blood flew through the air and pooled out around her.
 
One of the fish buried itself between her thighs, tearing away her clit and pussy lips. Another tore into the meat of her toned legs, while three more rapidly turned her left arm into nothing but exposed bone. Katrina's shrieks grew to animal intensity as the largest of the piranha burrowed into stomach and began thrashing around inside her, blood spewing from her throat. Her head vanished below the water for a second, and when it emerged, both her eyes had been torn out. Her hands were missing most of their fingers, and her feet were gone as well.
 
Her breasts vanished amidst a flurry of fins and teeth, leaving two large, bloody wounds behind. Her toned ass was likewise ravaged, ripped to shreds by the voracious fish.
 
Katrina's thrashing and screaming soon grew faint though, as blood loss and shock began to take their tool. Unable to move, she floated helplessly on the water's surface as every last bit of her was devoured. Soon, all that remained of her was a skeleton with a few strands of bleach-blonde hair attached, and it sank slowly out of sight to the bottom.
 
"Holy moly, that looked like it hurt!" Puck remarked. "She took it like a champ though, if I do say so myself! Now, let's go to our surviving contestants and get their thoughts on the results of this round!"
 
Amy stood with her arm around Lela. She was scowling at the girl, muttering something in a harsh voice, but straightened when she saw the camera drones floating close by.
 
"Well, that was certainly an exciting first round," she said with a fake smile. "It looked quite painful what happened to Katrina and Mary, but that's not going to happen to us. Right, dear?"
 
Lela looked like she was either going to be sick or burst into tears. "Y-y-yes, Mom."
 
Helen and Kitty were next. Kitty looked positively bubbly with excitement, while her mother, though smiling, looked a bit more reserved.
 
"That was incredible!" Kitty said. "The way the dragon just launched itself at Mary, and the way those fish tore Katrina apart! Seeing girls get vored on TV is one thing, but seeing it in person is really something else! They were really brave, too--gotta hand it to them, they took it like champs!"
 
"That's true," Helen admitted. "I admit, I've heard my coworkers at Dark Enterprises talking about this sort of thing, but..." She shivered. "It looked so painful, and yet...it was also arousing," the older woman confessed, her face turning red.
 
Kitty nodded brightly. "Yup! That's the beauty of vore, Mom. The lives of women--Katrina, Mary, me, you--are meaningless, save for when we're fulfilling our purpose as food for predators. And whether soft or hard, slow or fast, there is nothing more beautiful and sexy than seeing a girl serve her natural role as meat! Honestly, I'm jealous of both Mary and Katrina. They really set a high bar and they were both really brave right up till the end. If I get voted off--and even if I don't, I'm going to be meat sooner or later anyway--I hope I can live up to their example!"
 
"I hope so too, honey," Helen said, doing her best to smile. It was clear she was still feeling some uncertainty about all this, but was trying to move past it for her daughter's sake.
 
Sasha, meanwhile, appeared in good spirits. "It was certainly...interesting to watch," she admitted. "Though I'm hopeful my daughter and I don't share a similar fate. Josie's such a smart girl and I want to see her walk across the stage when she graduates college!"
 
"Thanks, Mom," Josie said, hugging the naked older woman. "Honestly, I kind of hope for the same. I want to be a doctor and study the way stomachs work, not be in one! But if I do get voted off, I'll try and take it with as much grace as Mary and Katrina did. I owe you guys that much!"
 
The drones cut to Victoria and Sasha, who were taking sips from bottles of water on the side of the racing track. What was left of Mary lay not far away from the two ebony bombshells. By now, flies had begun to settle on it.
 
"That was...well, to be honest, rather frightening!" Victoria said, taking another gulp of water. Her dark skin still shone with a thin sheen of sweat. "Still, it was unforgettable to watch. I do feel a bit bad about Mary, though. If she hadn't gotten lost, she could definitely have gone on to be a vore model, raking in millions on the covers of magazines and in TV commercials! She definitely had the body for it, just like you do, sweetie!" She reached over and fondled one of Sasha's breasts.
 
Sasha, whose head had been buried in the notes she'd taken while Mary and Katrina were being devoured, started and let out a squeak. "Mom!" she said, blushing furiously. Then she saw the cameras and put her pencil behind her dark mocha-colored ear. "Seeing a voring firsthand was absolutely fascinating. The way the predators moved, like how the komodo went for Mary's pelvic area first in order to disable her, or how those fish targeted Katrina's breasts for the initial strike. I wonder why the piranha went for her tit first? Was that instinctual or something Dark Enterprises bred into them during the genetic alteration process? I really wish there were some books available--I have so many questions!"
 
"Vore models don't need to ask questions," Victoria pointed out. "They just have to look pretty for the cameras."
 
"Yeah, and they also have a lifespan of like 15 minutes," Sasha said with a wry grin. "I'd at least like to do an internship with Dark Enterprises for a semester before I wind up being food."
 
"Most of the interns wind up as food anyway," Puck interjected helpfully.
 
Sasha rolled her eyes good-naturedly as her mother gave her an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "We'll see what happens, sweetie. For now, we've passed the first test!"
 
"I knew we would," Sasha replied.
 
Salma and Isabella, meanwhile, were sitting on a bench and furiously masturbating. Their cheeks were flushed with arousal and their bare pussies were sopping wet. The camera drones caught some excellent footage of their orgasmic expressions, but the two women barely noticed.
 
"So fucking hot," Salma moaned.
 
"Just like all the girls who get eaten at the club," Isabella agreed. Her slender fingers caressed her engorged clit as she spoke. "So fucking turned on right now, God..."
 
The drones then cut to Asako and Kiko. Kiko, facing the cameras, was riding one of the male attendants in reverse cowgirl, showcasing the young male's cock sliding in and out of her for all to see. She was fucking him at a leisurely clip, her mother looking on proudly.
 
"You sure you don't want some of this, Mom?" Kiko asked. "He feels really good!"
 
"Tempting, but I love your father too much to fuck someone else," Asako laughed. "But I'm glad you're enjoying yourself!" Then she noticed that the drones were filming. "Oh! Hello again. Well, the first round was certainly an exciting one! My husband has often told me of girls meeting similar fates. I admit that it did look very agonizing, but it was also very sexy! Both Mary and Katrina showed true warrior spirit--in Japan, they might have been samurai!"
 
"Way to play to the stereotypes, Mom," Kiko said dryly. Her eyes drifted shut as she enjoyed her fucking. "It's--ooh!"
 
Her pussy seized, and at the same time her lover exploded inside her. Hot cum blasted her insides and dripped onto the grass. Kiko savored the sensation, wiggling her ass a little before her boytoy withdrew and gently pushed her off of him.
 
"My Kiko's normally a good girl, but she was a little nervous earlier and my husband has always told me that a good fucking helps the contestants be more at ease," Asako explained. "I told her to cut loose a little and have some fun."
 
"Which I did," Kiko grinned, getting to her feet as cum dripped out of her. "And I have to admit, Dad was right. I do feel a little better."
 
"Anyway, we're both glad to have survived the first round and can't wait for the second!" concluded her mother. "Hope to see you soon, honey! If not, well, I'm sure you'll find a replacement for me very soon, and you're still young and handsome enough to father many more daughters!"
 
Puck nodded sagely. "No doubt! Well, that concludes the first round, folks! We'll be right back after these messages, so stay tuned to find out who's next on the menu!
 
"Welcome back, everyone, to the Vore House Mother-Daughter special!" said the handsome show host, beaming as he twirled his mic with a flourish. "I'm your host, Puck Goodfellow, and in the last round we bid goodbye to Mary and Katrina. For those of you just joining us, their vorings have already been posted on the official Dark Enterprises website for your viewing pleasure! With that out of the way, let's not waste any more breath on dead meat when we've still got a lovely collection of still-leaving does--for now, at any rate!"
 
Some of the aforementioned does, who were standing in a group behind Puck, giggled or laughed out loud at his joke. All of them were naked, and all of them were lovely in their own way. There were six mother-daughter pairs remaining. Sasha and Victoria, the ebony-skinned beauties, looked at ease for the most part despite the risks of being on the show. So too did Asako and her daughter Kiko as she stroked Kiko's night-dark hair. Salma and her daughter Isabella, who both worked in a vore strip club, looked almost beside themselves with excitement, while Kitty's mother Helen looked a bit more reserved (unlike her daughter, who had wholeheartedly embraced her natural role as meat). Josie and her mother Sarah also looked a little more nervous than the others, but were clearly doing their best to be positive. Finally, Amy stood with her daughter Leela, whispering harshly in her ear. The girl had crossed her arms over her tiny breasts, and that clearly made Amy unhappy. Leela reluctantly uncrossed them and stood bare for the cameras, her eyes downcast as her mother continued to berate her.
 
"With that said, let's not waste any more time, shall we?" Puck continued. He gestured grandly at what looked like a shallow pit of sand near the herd of girl-meat. "This round, ladies, is going to be a bit more intense than the first. Instead of something as mundane as a race, we're going to up the stakes! Here are the rules, so listen closely. The daughter on each mother-daughter team will challenge one of our lovely Vore House interns to one-on-one combat! Your job is to try to snuff the intern, but the intern's job is merely to disarm and defeat you. If you're defeated, you and your teammate are both on the menu! If you win, you advance to the next round! What do you girls think of that?"
 
There were gasps and some startled giggles from the naked contestants. Most looked excited, but Lela had turned pale as a ghost.
 
"I think that sounds like lots of fun!" Kiko said. "I am confident I can hold my own!"
 
"Me too!" Kitty said. "I watch lots of martial arts and action movies so I'm sure I've picked up something!"
 
Lela bit her lip. Her mother elbowed her hard in the side, and she flinched. "S-sounds like fun..." she mumbled.
 
"Well, in that case, let's meet your ravishing opponents, shall we?" Puck asked. "Come on out, interns! It's your time to shine!"
 
Six drop-dead gorgeous girls, all looking between eighteen and twenty, came walking into the camera's view from somewhere off to the left. Presumably, they'd been waiting for their queue. All of them were exquisite and smiling happily. Like many of the contestants, they'd long accepted their place in the natural order as meat to be snuffed or fed to predators.
 
"What are your names, girls?" Puck asked. "Tell us a bit about yourselves!"
 
The first girl, a strawberry blonde with a cheerleader's athletic figure and massive D-cups, was almost hopping with excitement. "My name's Jillian!" she said. "Not much to tell, honestly. I've always loved vore and I've always loved sex, so when my school had a job fair and I saw the booth for Dark Enterprises, I couldn't wait to volunteer! And now, getting to actually be on Vore House, it's a dream come true!"
 
The second girl was a goth-looking brunette with short-cropped black hair, purple lipstick and cobweb tattoos on her calves and upper arms. Her breasts were tight and perky. "Name's Mia, nice to meetcha," she said, in between loudly chewing a wad of gum. "Glad to be here and stuff. My mom said I needed to be more feminine, so I volunteered for the breeding program at my school's Vore Science Program. After I popped out a couple of girls, they shipped me out to Dark Enterprises. I'm honestly surprised I lasted this long, though I'm not complaining."
 
"How many girls did you 'pop out'?" Puck asked.
 
"Three," Mia said with a shrug. "I think about 'em sometimes, but I know it's not right to get too attached. They're going to serve as meat anyway when they come of age, so what's the point? Still, I hope they see this someday. Whatever happens to me, I hope I set a good example for them."
 
"My sentiments exactly!" Puck nodded. He turned to the next girl. "And you?"
 
This one was a lily-skinned, petite girl with brown hair braided in thick dreadlocks. "I just wanted to do something exciting," she said. "Name's Amelia."
 
Puck laughed. "Short and to the point, I like that. And you?"
 
The fourth girl was an Asian bombshell, a year or so older than Kiko and just as lovely. "I'm Hana. I'm here because all three of my sisters met their ends on this show and I wanted to follow in their footsteps."
 
"Noble of you." Puck said. "And you?"
 
The fifth intern was a red-head with fiery green eyes, an hourglass shaped body and B-cup breasts. "I'm Taryn. Honestly, I'm just here to spite my cheating ex-boyfriend. Let's see how he likes it when I fuck every guy in the vicinity. I'm up to 100 and counting!"
 
Puck giggled. "I'm sure he's crushed! And last but not least..."
 
The sixth and final intern who'd been chosen to take part smiled. She was a mousy little thing, almost as tiny as Lela, with A-cup breasts and honey-colored hair that matched the dusting of pubic hair over her pussy. "I'm Erica. It's nice to meet you. I don't think anything else is important."
 
"Well said!" Puck turned back to the contestants. "So! Who would like to go first!"
 
Kiko raised her hand. "Question."
 
"Yes?"
 
"Will we be given weapons or something?"
 
"Of course!" Puck made a gesture with his hand, and a handsome male stagehand dragged a heavy barrel filled with swords over to them. "Take your pick!"
 
Kiko reached into the barrel and withdrew one of the blades. "Is it okay if I go first, Mom?"
 
"Go ahead!" Asako said, giving her daughter an affectionate hug. "You'll do great, sweetie! Your father is watching and I know you'll make him proud!"
 
"Darn right I will!" Kiko looked into the cameras as she strode into the sand-filled arena. "This is for you, Dad!"
 
Puck turned to the interns. "Jillian, would you like to serve as Kiko's opponent!"
 
"Sure!" Jillian chirped. "Just as long as she doesn't expect me to go easy on her!"
 
"I'd be pissed if you did," Kiko confirmed, as the two girls took their places across from each other. "Er...this is nothing personal or anything though, you know? You seem like a nice person, so..."
 
Jillian brushed it aside. "No worries! I've lasted longer than most interns anyway, and I've had the time of life! I'm, like, totally excited for whatever's about to happen!"
 
"Me too!" Kiko smiled. "May the best girl win!"
 
"May the best meat win," Jillian corrected. "Girls are people with human rights and stuff. You and me, we're just meat."
 
"Right," Kiko said, a bit embarrassed at her lapse. "Of course! Well...bring it on, then!"
 
Jillian did. She lunged at Kiko with surprising speed, her blade flashing in the sun. The Asian girl leapt back just in time, her breasts bouncing beautifully with each motion of her nubile body. Jillian recovered and tried to lash out with her legs to trip her, but Kiko jumped to avoid it and even rolled out of the way to put some distance between them. Jillian advanced on her and Kiko lashed out by pure instinct. She was startled when her blade met soft, heavy resistance, and even more startled when she saw that it had sunk into the meat of Jillian's left arm.
 
Jillian stared for a second. Then the pain hit. She wrenched her arm away with a shriek, clapping a hand to the wound as gushed red. Her grip on her sword tightened and she charged again, her face now a mask of agony.
 
Kiko, using dexterity and grace from years of dance classes she'd taken as a child, dodged again. Jillian kept going, carried on by her own momentum, and all Kiko had to do was angle her blade at the injured girl's toned stomach. Unable to stop but fully aware of her imminent fate, Jillian impaled herself, the sword tip emerging from the middle of her back.
 
The intern gave a gasping wheeze and coughed blood that spattered onto Kiko's nude chest as she sank to her knees. Kiko, with considerable effort, withdrew the sword. She was panting with exertion, but her expression was overjoyed. She had no more compunctions about snuffing Jillian than Jillian did about being snuffed. The lives of girls like them meant nothing, and that was only right and proper.
 
She raised the dripping blade high so it caught the sun and brought it down with all her strength. The sword sliced with Jillian's neck like butter, cleanly severing her beautiful head and sending it rolling into the sand. Blood spewed from the girl's severed neck and her corpse sank sluggishly to one side, jittering and twitching with death-spasms.
 
"Well done!" Puck said, breaking into applause. So did the other contestants. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"
 
"I didn't," Kiko said, blushing. "I just...played it by ear."
 
"You did wonderful," Asako said. "I've never been so proud of you!"
 
"Thanks!" Kiko said. "This is so much fun! I'm so glad we decided to spend more time together and decided to do this!"
 
"You were definitely sexy as hell," Kitty agreed.
 
"I can't wait until it's my turn!" Isabella gushed.
 
"I hope I can measure up," Sasha said quietly. "I'm more of a bookworm, and--"
 
"You'll do fine, sweetie," Victoria said to her daughter. "I believe in you."
 
Two male assistants came over to remove Jillian's remains from the bit, dragging her corpse and carrying her severed head away. Her body left a trail of red in its wake. It would no doubt be used as animal chow, per Dark Enterprises policy. Waste not want not, and all that.
 
"Who'd like to go next?" Puck asked.
 
There was a chorus of "Me! Me! Me!" as the younger girls--or most of them, anyway--tried to outdo each other in enthusiasm and volume. After drawing the moment out a little, Puck made his choice. "How about you, Kitty?"
 
"YES!" Kitty said. "Wish me luck, Mom!"
 
"Of course, sweetie," Helen said. "I know you'll do great--I don't want to be, er, eaten by anything just yet!"
 
"Don't worry!" Kitty told her. "Whatever happens, it's going to be awesome! Girls are nothing but meat to be consumed, so I'm totally fine with it if I lose!"
 
"You're a true believer, aren't you?" Puck asked.
 
"Of course!"
 
"Then choose your weapon and step into the arena," he said. "Your opponent will be...Mia!"
 
The tattooed brunette sighed a little. "Sure, yeah. Whatever. Nice to meet you and stuff." She reached into the barrel at the same time as Kitty, and they withdrew their weapon together. "Let's just, like, get this over with, okay?"
 
"Fine by me!" Kitty laughed. "Hey, did you really serve as a breeder?"
 
"Mm-hm. It was fun."
 
"I always wanted to do that. I had some friends who did and I got to visit them while they stayed in the VSP. They said it was incredible!"
 
"It was," Mia confirmed. "Now let's get this thing going."
 
The other girl nodded enthusiastically and gave her sword an experimental swing. "Here I come!"
 
She charged at Mia, who deftly parried the blow and sent Kitty sprawling with a kick to the abdomen. Kitty's pretty face crinkled in pain and she gasped, but managed to get to her feet just in time to block an overhead slash meant to disarm her. With her free hand, Kitty punched Mia in the jaw with all the strength she could muster. The blow landed with a crack, and Mia staggered, spitting blood and at least one tooth.
 
Kitty saw her opening and took it. She launched herself at the other girl, bowling her over and sending Mia's sword spinning away. Mia crashed to the send with Kitty straddling on top of her.
 
"Guess this is it, huh?" Mia asked. Her apathetic, almost monotone voice hadn't changed, but it did have a gurgle in it due to her fractured jaw.
 
"Yup!" Kitty said cheerfully. Then, without another word, she reversed her grip on the sword and brought it down onto Mia's chest. The razor-edged metal speared through Mia's breast and pierced her heart, killing her instantly.
 
Kitty got to her feet and clapped one hand to still-hurting stomach. She tossed the dripping blade casually to one side. "Now that's how it's done!" she said to the camera drones, beaming despite the pain.
 
"Indeed!" Puck said. "My goodness, Kitty, I'd hate to meet you in a dark alley! There's been no shortage of fighting spirit among our lovely contestants, folks! Which of you fine does would like to go next?"
 
Sasha bit her lip. "...Nothing for it, I guess. I'll go next, just to get it over with."
 
"You seem a little down," Puck said, holding the mic out to her. "What's on your mind?"
 
"Well...it's just that I'm a, well, a bookworm," Sasha said. "I've never been very good at this kind of thing, and I really don't want to get eliminated just yet when there are so many vorings I haven't been able to observe!"
 
"Just do your best, and you'll be fine," Victoria said compassionately.
 
Sasha nodded, swallowing hard "Um. Okay."
 
"Now then," said Puck, interrupting the tender moment on purpose. "Your opponent will be...Taryn!"
 
Taryn snorted. "Fucking finally. I don't have all day here. Let me just send this dumb slut off to be predator food so I can go about my day. VH interns always have more than enough work to do and I've got more guys to fuck to make my boyfriend cry like a little bitch."
 
Sasha bristled. "I'm not a dumb slut!"
 
"You're on the show, aren't you? That makes you a dumb slut."
 
The dark-skinned girl clenched her fists as she retrieved her weapon. "You...you're really mean!"
 
"Oh, that hurts," Taryn said sardonically, taking her place across from her. "Come on, then! Stop wasting my fucking time, or I'll make you stop!"
 
Sasha's temper snapped. Normally a gentle girl, she wasn't used to being spoken to like that and her anger flared at the other girl's obnoxious attitude. She rushed at Taryn, swinging wildly, but Taryn sidestepped her with contemptuous ease and sent her sprawling with a punch to her kidneys. Sasha screamed in pain, but Taryn was remorseless. She gripped Sasha by the neck and began to squeeze. In seconds, the meat-girl's face began to turn red.
 
"What a fucking weak nerd you are," Taryn sneered. "I used to take lunch money from wimps like you!"
 
Sasha did the only thing she could--she lashed out with her foot and kicked the girl between the legs, hard. Taryn gasped, her grip loosening, and Sasha fell to the sand. Taryn, staggering, tried to land a blow with her sword, but Sasha got a handful of sand and threw it into the redhead's face. Blinded, Taryn could do nothing to defend herself--and that proved to be her undoing when Sasha yanked the sword from her hands and turned it against its wielder, landing a devastating blow that cleaved through the lighter-skinned girl's torso. The sword, starting at her left shoulder, sliced all the way to Taryn's right hip, cutting her torso in two.
 
Taryn stiffened and looked down at herself in shock, then at Sasha. She took a step forward, then the severed part of her torso, which included her head and shoulders, fell away from the rest of her body. Both parts of her landed on the sand with a wet splat and lay there in a spreading pool of red.
 
"Who's the dumb slut now?" Sasha panted. She kicked Taryn's corpse, then limped out of the arena. The other girls were all cheering, save for Lela who was still white as a sheet with fear.
 
"You showed her!" Victoria said, pulling her daughter close. "Say, since we're safe this round, why don't you take a leaf out of Kiko's book and go find a guy to have some fun with? You've earned it, and it'll be a great way to show off that amazing body of yours! I'm sure that you'll feel much better afterward."
 
Sasha bit her lip. "Well...I dunno..."
 
"Trust me," Kiko laughed. "You won't regret it!"
 
Sasha considered that for a minute. "All right, fine. I-I think I will do that!" She nodded, as if convincing herself, and walked over to one of the men who was helping drag Taryn's carcass away. After a brief conversation, he took Sasha and led her over to patch of grass close to the group and unbuttoned his pants, easing Sasha down to the ground with him. The dark-skinned girl swallowed, looked at the camera drones, and straddled him in reverse-cowgirl. She'd watched Kiko do it, after all, so she knew how it worked. Nor was Sasha a virgin, but she was hardly a sex fiend like some of the other girls.
 
She gasped as the man thrust his cock inside her and began pumping in a steady rhythm. Her ebony breasts and even darker tits bounced and jiggled in time with each thrust, and soon Sasha's moans could clearly be heard.
 
"Looks like she's having fun!" laughed Puck. "Now then, who goes next? How about you, Isabella?"
 
"Si!" The Latina slut answered eagerly. "I've been waiting for this! Wish me luck!"
 
"I'm almost hoping you don't win!" Salma replied with a laugh. "I'm so hot to get eaten by something I can't stand it!"
 
"I'm sure we will sooner or later," Isabella said. "But I need to give it my best effort!"
 
"And I'm sure you will," said Salma with a fond smile.
 
"Now then, Isabella, your opponent will be...Hana!" Puck said. Without preamble, the Asian intern walked over, retrieved her weapon, and took her spot in the now-bloody sand. "It is nice to meet you," she said to Isabella. "I will not hold back either."
 
"Good!" Isabella said. She gripped her blade, getting a feel for its heft and balance. "I'm sure they'd be proud of you. Your sisters, I mean."
 
"Yes." Hana agreed. "They would be. Shall we begin?"
 
"No time like the present! Here I come!" With that, Isabella ran at the other girl, laughing all the while. She knew she was nothing but meat and exulted in it, just like she'd exulted in it every day at work at El Carnitas. She'd seen so many girls get eaten there, it was almost routine. She truly did not care whether she won or lost, and her expression was almost blissful.
 
Hana easily, blocked Isabella's initial strike, then angled the blade away to leave the Hispanic teen open for a counterstrike. A kick to her knee made Isabella gasp, but she managed to roll out of the way before Hana's sword struck her. She slashed at the Asian's midriff, but Hana parried this blow with almost contemptuous ease. Her sword flickered out like the tongue of a snake, and Isabella cried out as its tip scored a long slash on her upper arm. Blood dripped out of it, but she gritted her teeth against the pain.
 
Salma, for her part, showed no concern whatsoever about her daughter's injury. She was as eager as the rest of the contestants to see what happened next.
 
She didn't have to wait long. Isabella charged at Hana, using her taller stature to her advantage and scything out with one toned, caramel-skinned leg. Hana's feet were swept out from under her and she went sprawling, but managed--just barely--to roll out of the way of Isabella's follow-up slash that carved a deep furrow into the sand.
 
The two girls circled each other like wary predators, breathing hard. Isabella's wound clearly pained her, but she maintained her focus.
 
Then, as if on some unspoken command, they came together in a rush. The clash of steel on steel rang through the air. Hana went for Isabella's injured arm, only to find Isabella's blade in the way. She kicked Isabella in the stomach, making her double over, but not before Isabella slashed a deep cut along Hana's thigh. The Asian girl shrieked, and the cut must have severed something important, because blood sprayed in jets from the the wound.
 
Isabella saw her opening and took it. As Hana instinctively looked at the injury, she lunged forward, sweeping her sword aside and plunging her own into the Asian girl's throat. Hana's cries turned into gurgles of surprise and pain and blood poured out her mouth, though that didn't deter Isabella from leaning and giving her passionate kiss. Then, with a wrench, she freed her blade and let the dying girl fall to the sand where she expired seconds later.
 
"You did your sisters proud," Isabella panted, nodding to her.
 
"Indeed she did!" Salma said. "And you did me proud too, honey!"
 
Puck nodded agreement and signaled for one of the medics--Vore House had hired them exclusively for this episode, as the wounds of meat-girls were not usually a concern--to come over and start treating Isabella's arm. She beamed as he examined the wound and began bandaging it, heedless of the pain.
 
"Moving right along to our next contestant," Puck said, "Let's give it up for Josie! Come on down!"
 
Josie nodded and skipped forward, her pear-shaped figure bouncing with every step. She waved back to her mother, who gave her two thumbs up. Some of the other girls called encouragement as well, including Sasha who at this point had finished fucking her guy and had rejoined the group.
 
"Think you'll hold your own?" Puck asked her.
 
"Yeah, I think I will," Josie replied. She grinned wryly. "Don't have much of a choice, do I? I either win and boost my chances at getting that gastroenterology degree, or I die."
 
Puck nodded. "Bluntly put but well said," he agreed. "Now, your opponent will be the lovely and petite Erica!"
 
Erica nodded and obediently stepped into the arena, grabbing a sword as she went. She took a wide-legged stance that showed off her tiny pink pussy, and the nipples on her small breasts were peaked. Josie's more considerable bosom and tits were also diamond-hard with excitement, and she looked back at her mother as she stepped onto the sand.
 
"So, uh...nice to meet you, I guess?" she asked the other girl hesitantly.
 
Erica nodded. "Yeah, you too. Despite the circumstances."
 
"Begin!" Puck shouted.
 
Josie didn't waste a single second. Her heart pounding in her chest, she lunged forward, using her curvier, heavier body to drive Erica back. Like most of the other contestants except for Kiko, she had no training whatsoever in martial arts of any kind, so her opening strike was a heavy, two-handed blow. That she was trying to kill a girl around her own age never once crossed her mind. This was no place for such thoughts.
 
Erica barely managed to avoid the strike and lashed out with her own blade, aiming for Josie's ample behind. The blow landed and Josie screamed as the blade made a deep cut on her hindquarters. Blood poured from the wound, falling to the sand where it mixed with that of the other now-dead girls.
 
Josie staggered, dazed from the pain, and Erica, sensing victory, moved in closer. Josie had just enough time to realize what was going on, and in that split second she tightened her grip on her sword and swung at the other girl's legs. It lopped off both limbs at the knee and Erica went down shrieking. Blood spewed from the severed stumps as she writhed in agony on the sand.
 
Josie winced, not unsympathetic. Being on the receiving end of a sword hurt like hell, as the wound on her luscious ass would attest. She walked over to where Erica lay, writhing in pain. "Er...um..." Josie almost like she should apologize, but did she really have anything to apologize for? It had been her or the other girl, after all. It could just as easily have been Josie lying there screaming in a spreading pool of red.
 
Josie took a second to gather up her nerve, then ended Erica's agonies by cutting her throat. The girl's screams became choking gurgles as blood sheeted down her front and coated her tiny tits and breasts, but she soon grew silent and her eyes grew blank as she expired.
 
Josie turned and walked painfully over to where Puck and the rest of the surviving contestants now stood. Most of them greeted her with hearty applause, including the announcer, who gave her an encouraging pat on the back.
 
"Quite the show!" he said. "I would even go so far as to say that you've got more endurance than most of our viewers probably gave you credit for. When you got that cut on your behind, I was sure you were finished!"
 
"Thanks," Josie said with a pained smile. "Now could you have someone look at it, please?"
 
"Of course!" With a wave, Puck called over the medic who'd examined Isabella. The man took Josie by the arm and led her off to one side, where he began ministering to the girl's rump. Sarah joined them a moment later, comforting her daughter with a kiss on the forehead, relieved that for this round they were both safe.
 
"Now then!" Puck announced, raising his voice a notch. "Last but not least, it's time for our final match-up! We've got only one intern left and only one daughter who hasn't yet stepped into the ring, so it won't surprise any of you that it's the turn of the lovely petite Lela!"
 
The camera's cut to Lela, who'd turned ghost-white and stood stiff as a board. Her small body trembled a little and she appeared unable to move. Amy, realizing this, gripped her by the shoulder hard enough to make her wince. The camera drones picked up what she said next, though Amy didn't know it.
 
"You go out there and you kill that slut," she hissed. "Don't you dare embarrass me, you hear?"
 
Lela bit her quivering lip. "Y-y-ye--"
 
She never got to finish. Amy gave her a push, sending her staggering out from the rest of the girls. She looked as innocent and vulnerable as a baby deer, and this aura of vulnerability and innocence made her look extremely sexy despite her lacking in the breast department. Amy made a show of waving and smiling at her daughter, but it was clear the expression was forced.
 
"You seem a bit nervous," Puck said slyly. "You think you're ready?"
 
Lela swallowed hard. "I, um, I...I think so," she whispered.
 
Puck grabbed a sword from the barrel and slapped it into Lela's small hand. The weight of it made her stagger and she almost lost her grip. "Then head on over to the arena, and we'll get started! Your opponent, by process of literal elimination, will be our intern Amelia!"
 
Amelia, who'd been sucking off one of the male employees for most of the round, left off her ministrations and got to her feet. Cum and saliva coated her face and dripped down her chin in thick strands, but she didn't seem bothered by it. Her dreadlocks swayed with every step she took, as did her breasts which, although small, were still far bigger than Lela's.
 
Lela stared at the other girl. She was so taken aback by Amelia's sluttiness and casual attitude that she stepped into a pool of half-dried blood. The girl shrieked, hastily backing away from the pool, but lost her balance and fell over on her ass. Everyone, contestants and staff alike, roared with laughter. Everyone except for Amy, of course, whose face reddened with anger.
 
Puck waved a hand theatrically. "Fight!"
 
Amelia strode confidently toward the smaller girl, her casual expression never changing. Her sword whipped out, and Lela tried to parry, but it was clear her heart just wasn't in it. She'd never been a fighter. She'd never stood up to anyone in her life, not her domineering mother, not the girls who bullied in her school, not the teachers who picked on her all the time. Lela's sword went spinning through the air as it was knocked from her hand. Lela's mouth dropped open in horror, and Amelia took that opportunity to seal her win but kicking her hard in the stomach, making her double over with pain. The wind left Lela's lungs in a whoosh and she collapsed.
 
"Well, that was over rather quickly!" Puck remarked. "A shame, since all the other girls gave us such a good show."
 
Amelia looked over at him. "What do you want me to do now, boss? Should I hang out here or go back to what I was doing?"
 
"Hang out here for now," Puck said. "I think we'll have a use for her before this season is over!"
 
Amelia shrugged. "You got it, sir," she said, and stepped away from Lela.
 
"Anyway," Puck said. "Looks like poor Lela's been eliminated, and according to the rules, both she and her mother have lost the round! Sorry girls, but it looks like you're next on the menu!"
 
Amelia bent and helped Lela to her feet. The smaller girl was sobbing, great wracking sobs that made her small body shake. Tears rolled down her face and she shrank back as Amy came stomping over to her. "Mom, I'm so--"
 
Amy slapped her across the face. Everyone gasped. Even Puck looked a bit startled. "You stupid girl!" she yelled. "I give you one task, one simple job, and you couldn't even do that! Now look where you've gotten us! This is all your fault!"
 
"Like hell it is!"
 
All eyes turned to Isabella and Kitty, who were running over to them. Both girls looked furious. "Are you blind?" Isabella demanded. "Anyone with half an eye could see that Lela was never comfortable being on this show! You've been pushing Lela around ever since you came on here, and I've had it! If you really wanted to win, you should have brought someone who actually wanted to be here, but instead you forced your daughter to do something she didn't want to and now both of you are having to pay the price!"
 
"Yeah!" Kitty said. "My mom would never drag me on here the way you did! I mean, yeah, all women are meat and our lives are worthless, but the whole point of being meat is enjoying the experience! Lela clearly wasn't ready for this--she clearly hadn't accepted her natural role as prey yet the way I have, and now she's going to get vored before she can truly embrace it! You only get eaten once, and now you've ruined what should have been the greatest experience of Lela's life!"
 
Amy, taken aback by this, stared at them both. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. Clearly, she wasn't used to anyone calling her out on her behavior. "Well, you just--"
 
Both Kitty and Isabella ignored her. They went to the sobbing Lela and put their arms around her. "There, there, sweetie," Kitty crooned. "It's okay. It's okay."
 
"B-but I'm g-g-going to die!" Lela sobbed.
 
"Yes," Kitty agreed. "You are. But that's not a bad thing, Lela. Meat-ism teaches us that women, all women, are just food to be devoured. We're meat, you and me, and what better way to be meat than to serve as nutrients for some strong, graceful predator? It's an honor to fulfill your purpose in the food chain. We all will, sooner or later. Hell, even if I win on this show, I might not last a week after I get home before something eats me."
 
"I probably won't," Isabella agreed with a smile. "Considering what I do for work. Occupational hazards and all that."
 
"And every girl has to try and be brave when it's her time to be eaten," Kitty finished. "We have to do our best to look sexy and go out with smiles on our faces. Sometimes it's hard, but we have to give it our all. Do you think you can do that, Lela? Can you be brave?"
 
Lela sniffled. "I...I'll try."
 
"That's all anyone can ask," Kitty said. She helped Lela to her feet and led her gently over to Puck. "I think we're ready. Are you ready, Lela?" she asked.
 
Lela took a deep, shuddering breath and wiped at her tear-streaked face. "Y-y-yes. I, um, I think I'm r-r-ready..."
 
"Then you'll go first," Puck said. Even he looked a little bit moved by it all, but only for a brief instant. Then his characteristic smile returned. "Just take a few steps away from the rest of the group, and we'll get started."
 
Lela nodded, sniffling. She took one step, then another, then a third, until she was about twenty feet away from everyone. She looked for all the world like a virgin offering about to be sacrificed. She looked up at the camera drones with a pleading expression, but it did her no good. All she could do was await her fate.
 
She didn't have to wait long. Lela came to a halt in front of what looked like an enormous venus flytrap. It was more than ten feet tall and its mouths were wide enough to completely envelop a fully-grown doe, so it would have no trouble swallowing her. Knowing her fate was sealed but unsure how to proceed, she turned back at Puck. "So, uh...what do I do now?"
 
"Well," said Puck, "the most important thing is to keep your head outside of its mouth when it closes on you. It may just be a plant, but it’s going to squeeze you pretty tight. Usually women who jump in head first or do a cannonball suffocate and pass out before the digestion even begins. Jump in feet first and try to land in the middle. You’ll have about a second before the mouth closes around you completely. In that time you need to stand up as tall as possible and with a little luck you should be able to keep your head free while your body digests.”
 
"I...I have to jump?"
 
"Yup!" Puck said merrily. "Best be about it too. We don't have all day!"
 
"You can do this!" Isabella called out.
 
"We believe in you, Lela!" Kitty added. The other contestants, save Amy, all added encouragement of their own.
 
Lela looked at the Venus Girltrap--for that is what it was called--and saw one of its mouths lying open, ready to receive her delicious meat. She felt her small chest swell as she heard the other girls cheering her on. No one had ever done that for her before, especially not her mother. She'd disappointed everyone her whole life, but now, at the end, she finally had a chance to make someone proud of her. She wouldn't, couldn't squander it.
 
Lela took a deep breath and leapt forward to her death. She landed dead center in the middle of the flytrap and instinctively the beast began to close its mouth. The camera drones caught Lela's expression before the Venus Girltrap completely enveloped her whole body save her head, which stuck out of one corner since she landed in the plant at an awkward angle. Inside the mouth, a specialized camera implanted in the plant's maw switched on, providing a live feed of the girl's imminent death and digestion.
 
The inside of the Girltrap was dimly lit and very hot, as evidenced by the sweat that began running down Lela's body. Her eyes were wide with fear but also with what looked increasingly like anticipation. She looked at her mother Amy, who folded her arms and pointedly looked away. Lela looked saddened by that, but then Kitty went up to her and whispered in her ear.
 
"Try playing with yourself, it makes it so much more enjoyable. Work that pussy, girl!"
 
Lela's face reddened, but she knew Kitty had a point. Why not make this as enjoyable as possible? At least she wasn't going to be torn apart the way Mary had been. Lela's hand went between her legs and she began ministering to herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her small cunt that was rapidly growing sopping wet. This was so naughty! She was masturbating in front of hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of people! And yet somehow Lela didn't care quite as much as she thought she would. Her angelic face grew red with growing passion and a moan escaped her lips. This shouldn't feel so good! She shouldn't be enjoying this so much. She should be terrified, she didn't want to die! She wanted to graduate and pursue her dreams and fall in love and have children and--
 
--And for some reason, none of that mattered to Lela anymore, at least not the way it once did. One some level she was still afraid, but the fear was an increasingly distant thing.
 
Kitty muffled the sound by pressing her lips against Lela's and kissing her passionately. The two girls then proceeded to make out like there was no tomorrow--and in Lela's case that was true. As they snogged, Lela began to feel a tingling sensation all over her body. Kitty, as a true believer in vore and meat-ism, had seen the Venus Girltrap at work before and seemed to sense what the other girl was feeling.
 
"That tingling sensation is the plant's digestive system starting to kick in," she said, brushing some of Lela's hair away from her face. "It's part of the feeding process. Basically the plant is ‘tenderizing’ you and softening you up for digestion. It’ll do that for a while and then the digestive juices will slowly start seeping in all over you. It's not a bad way to go, like getting a full-body massage. Does that excite you?"
 
"Y-y-yes," Lela admitted.
 
"Want to dial it up a notch?" Kitty pressed in a soft voice. "Really give them a show?"
 
"Yes." Lela's eyes were foggy with her arousal.
 
Kitty nodded and motioned for one of the male stage-hands, a handsome youth about Leela's own age. He approached Leela's head where it was protruding from the Girltrap and freed his cock. Lela gawked, then realized what he wanted and turned scarlet. But like a good doe, she cooperated and opened her mouth, albeit a bit hesitantly.
 
The young man shoved his cock inside Lela's mouth and began face-fucking her, slowly gathering pace and momentum. Lela, for her part, did her best, though she had little experience with blowjobs. She'd been so unpopular at school that the boys all avoided her. Soon, saliva and precum coated his shaft and smeared all over mouth, and Lela fought down the urge to gag as she took his whole length all the way down to the hilt. Her gurgles only drove him into an even greater frenzy, and finally, with a roar, his cock erupted like a supervolcano. Lela gagged and spluttered and coughed violently, and thick, stick cum spilled from her lips, some of it hanging there in thick strands as it mixed with her drool. There was so much of it that it filled her mouth to overflowing. Even several swallows didn't get rid of all of it, and Lela finally gave up and allowed to drip from between her lips.
 
"Was that fun?" Kitty crooned.
 
"Y-y-yesh," Lela said, tilting her head up for another kiss. Kitty obliged her, and in the process gleefully smeared the man's cum onto her own face as well.
 
Inside the plant, digestive juices were starting to seep in over Lela's trapped body, dripping in thick streams from glands in the plant's mouth until she was floating in them. As the two girls continued passionately making out, the Venus Girltrap's digestive slowly got to work. Lela's hand strayed between her legs, and as Kitty continued to kiss her, the man whose cock Lela sucked went behind Kitty and roughly thrust himself inside her pussy, slowly fucking her in standing doggy. Her moans joined Lela's in a rising chorus of orgasmic ecstasy.
 
After only a few minutes of submersion, Lela felt patches of her beautiful skin starting to dissolve away. It wasn’t painful at all, in fact it kind of tickled, and the camera inside the plant caught each priceless moment as, bit by bit, the girl's meat was slowly digested. Her fingers were reduced to nothing but pure white bone, then her toes and the rest of her feet.
 
Lela brought herself to another orgasm. The tickling feeling of being digested alive, coupled with the massage-like feeling of the plant's tenderizing, made her whole world a haze of arousal. She was dimly aware that she could no longer feel her legs, but she didn't care. Had she been able to look at the rest of herself, she would have seen that the meat on her legs had been completely digested below the knee.
 
Lela shrieked, and Kitty shrieked too, and the two girls reached a mind-blowing climax together. Lela's cries grew weaker as more and more of her body was broken down into nutrients. Her legs were gone now, and the plant was busily breaking down her stomach and vital organs. The flesh of her lean belly disappeared, followed rapidly by her innards, which spooled out from her like uncoiled snakes in the thick, viscous ooze before they were dissolved. It looked like it should have been painful, but it wasn't at all.
 
Kitty could tell that Lela wasn't going to last much longer. She cupped the dying girl's face in her hands. "You did so great," she said. "I'm proud of you. We all are."
 
"Thank you," Lela said breathlessly. "I think I--I--OOH!"
 
Her whole body seized in a final thunderous orgasm, and she threw her head back and shrieked. She was still shrieking when the plant's stomach fluids finished eating away at her heart, snuffing out her young life as easily as a candle. Lela's head lolled limply as the light went out of her eyes. The blissful smile on her face never wavered, and cum and saliva dripped down from her mouth. She might not have been the most willing doe at the start, but here, at the end, she went out a true meat-girl. Footage of her voring was promptly uploaded to the Dark Enterprises website, where it got millions of hits.
 
The Girltrap, sensing that its prey had expired, began making a sound like a vacuum. The digestive juices Lela had been floating in drained away like water in a bathtub, leaving only a pristine white skeleton behind. Her head was the only part of her that remained intact.
 
The Girltrap opened up, letting the dead girl's remains fall to the ground. They landed in a heap at its base, and the guy who'd been fucking Kitty hurried to collect them. The last anyone ever saw of Lela was when she was thrown into the nearest garbage pin and hauled away off-camera.
 
Everyone applauded. Puck himself looked rather impressed. Kitty, panting slightly with her own exertions, returned to the group. Cum still dribbled from her pussy as she walked. Her mother, Helen, looked a bit embarrassed at her daughter's wanton behavior, but Kitty was all smiles.
 
"What an incredible performance!" Puck said. "Just...wow! I've seen a lot of girls get eaten in my time, but that was quite something even by my standards! Give it up one last time for dear, departed Lela!"
 
The surviving contestants clapped and cheered once more. Puck waited for it to die down, then said, "But, though we've disposed of the daughter, the mother yet remains to be eliminated! So, without further ado, lets to to Amy!"
 
Amy scowled, her expression bitter as she walked over to join Puck. Kitty whispered, "I hope you get torn apart, you bitch," as Amy walked by, but the older woman ignored her.
 
"Your daughter gave quite the difficult act to follow," Puck said. "Any thoughts before we proceed?"
 
"Yeah," Amy said. She planted her hands on her nude hips. "I always knew she was a slut deep down. Lela had only one job and that was to win. She failed, and she embarrassed me, and I'm glad she's gone." She glared at Puck. "Get it over with."
 
"Very well!" Puck gave her an unpleasant smile and took a few steps back.
 
Amy narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What are you doing?" she demaned.
 
"Waiting, of course," Puck said. "In three, two, one..."
 
As soon as the word "one" left his mouth, a dark shape appeared in the sky and began to grow rapidly larger as it descended. Everyone turned their gazes upward, and more than a few of the girls gasped as they realized what it was: an eagle of colossal size.
 
And it was bearing down on Amy.
 
Unable to believe what she was seeing and perhaps in denial, Amy just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. The camera drones, hovering eagerly, captured the moment the eagle slammed into Amy like a runaway freight train, knocking her off her feet and pinning her beneath its mighty talons. One of those talons, as long as the swords the contestants had used to fight with this round, speared Amy through the middle. Pain hit her then and she shrieked, blood spewing from her lips. The eagle cocked its head as it stared down at her with one massive, yellow eye, then put an end to her cries by using its wickedly hooked beak to tear out Amy's throat. Amy went still, dying almost immediately as blood poured from the huge, ragged wound in her neck, and the eagle began to feast on her body with gusto.
 
The rest of the contestants watched in silent awe as it tore Amy's body apart, tearing her arms from their sockets and devouring them with relish before tearing her belly open to feast on her innards. Before long it had eaten its fill, and it spread its huge wings and took to the air with Amy's tattered remain clutched in its talons.
 
"And with that, we'll bring a close to this round of the Vore House Mother-Daughter Special!" Puck said grandly. "We've had had two mother-daughter pairs eliminated so far, and we're far from done! Stay tuned for the next round to see who gets eaten next! Now, let's go to our remaining contestants for some quick post-round comments!"
 
Sasha and Victoria both seemed to be in good spirits. "That was quite an exciting round," Victoria admitted. "I have to admit, I was a little concerned for my Sasha when she stepped in the ring, but she really proved that she's not all about books! I've no doubt that when she steps outside her comfort zone, she'd make an even better vore model than she did a swordswoman!"
 
Sasha looked a little embarrassed. That was ironic, since she'd fucked a guy on live TV earlier in the round. "This was definitely interesting," she added. "I didn't expect something so intense for round two. I mean, dueling with swords? I've never heard of Vore House doing that before. But I'm glad I was able to avoid being eliminated. Lela...I feel a bit bad for her, honestly. Her mom was such a bully and I don't think she really wanted to be here, but she was very brave when the chips were down and I have to give her props for that. That huge bird that got Amy was really fascinating too. I'd love to be able to study it more closely--such an interesting predator!"
 
"You also got a good fuck," Victoria pointed out.
 
"That too," Sasha admitted. "It was a lot of fun."
 
Asako and Kiko were all smiles when it was their turn to be interviewed. "Another excellent round!" Asako said. "I knew that all Kiko's martial arts lessons would pay off someday! Money well spent, and I know my husband agrees. Lela was very brave, and honestly, I think her mother got what she deserved. She was just so rude to everyone!"
 
"I agree," Kiko said. "Amy was very mean, but Lela should be commended for giving everyone a great show. Honestly, seeing her and Kitty doing that made me horny all over again!" She looked up at her mother. "Can I go find another guy?"
 
"Of course, sweetie," Asako said with an approving smile.
 
Kitty and Helen, meanwhile, were a study in opposites. Kitty seemed to on cloud nine, but her mother looked more than a little concerned.
 
"Fucking awesome," Kitty said, her tongue darting from her mouth to lick the drying cum around. "Fuck, that was good. Vore is awesome, this is awesome, and I'm so, so glad to be on this show."
 
"Just...be careful, honey," Helen ventured. "That guy you were, um, with earlier was being so rough with you, treating you like a piece of meat. I was starting to worry he'd hurt you!"
 
"I am a piece of meat," Kitty said with a laugh. It sounded a little...crazed. "I'm a meat-girl and a cocksleeve and a fucktoy and a slut and I love it!" Her eyes were wide in their sockets. "I need to get fucked again, I need it, I need it, I need it!" Then she appeared to realize the cameras were watching. "Lela, what can I say about her? She really knocked it out of the park, accepting her fate the way she did, and I'm glad I was able to help bring her around in time. I can't wait to see who gets devoured next! And fuck Amy, seriously. That bitch."
 
As she spoke, two male employees approached her and freed their cocks from their pants. Kitty needed no second bidding, and in moments they were banging away at her on both ends--one thrusting in and out of her dripping pussy, the other fucking her mouth.
 
Helen swallowed a little, looking away as her daughter was degraded on live TV. "Er...what Kitty said," she managed with a small smile. "I...admit that I'm still a little uncertain about all this, but I'm starting to see the appeal and, well, Kitty is certainly having a good time, and I suppose that's all that matters."
 
Isabella and Salma looked on at Kitty's debasement enviously. "Couldn't have put it better than she did," the Latina teen said. "Lela was spectacular, ten out of ten. She was so quiet when she came on the show, I never would have believed she'd give such a spectacular voring. The girls who get eaten at the club wish they could go out like that!"
 
Salma nodded. "And the way they dumped her in the garbage afterward...that was just the cherry on top! Making it clear that our lives are meaningless, save when we serve as meat!"
 
"And the less said about Amy the better," Isabella finished. "Screw her."
 
Last to be interviewed were Josie and Sarah. The medic was just finishing stitching the wound on Josie's ass shut, and Sarah held her daughter's hand as the man tied off the stitches.
 
"Well, that was entertaining, of course," Josie said with a strained smile, gritting her teeth. "Lela was great of course, and Amy, well, not much to be said about her other than it was brutal. I think I'll go look up footage of Lela's digestion during the break. I want to see how a plant that size digests its prey and what the process looks like. I'd love to write a paper on it."
 
"I'm sure you will, when you get into State for your gastroenterology course," Sarah said. "Is it feeling any better, sweetie?"
 
"Nope," Josie ground out. "Hurts like hell."
 
"That just lets you know you're alive!" Puck said cheerfully. "And with that, this concludes Round Two. Don't go away, folks--we'll be right back after these messages!"
 
"Welcome back, everyone!" said the well-dressed, handsome young man in a dark suit and tie. "We're back with the next round of the Vore House Mother-Daughter Special! I'm your host, Puck Goodfellow, and last round we saw the end of Lela and her mother Amy. Two pairs of girls have been eliminated so far, and if you haven't seen those yet, I highly recommend it! That said, let's go to the remaining contestants now for a quick word before the round begins, shall we?"
 
Isabella and Salma looked excited and eager as always. As erotic dancers in a vore-themed nightclub, seeing girls get eaten was nothing to them. "I can't wait to see who buys it this time!" Isabella said excitedly. "I feel like things are really starting to heat up and I just know we're going to win! My arm is even feeling a little better too!"
 
"And if we don't win, I'm not complaining," Salma added with a lascivious wink.
 
Sasha and Victoria, both ebony beauties with dark brown skin, looked like they were holding up well too. "Er...what Isabella said," Sasha replied, with a bit of hesitation. "Don't get me wrong, this has been really fun so far, and I enjoyed the sex I had earlier, but I'm still not in a hurry to be eliminated."
 
"Still, if you are I bet you'll be the most beautiful vore model ever!" Victoria said with a proud smile. "You're such a beautiful girl, everyone should appreciate and admire that body of yours!"
 
"Mom!" Sasha flushed.
 
Asako and Kiko looked to be fine in spirits. Like all the others, they were both stark naked and lovely, with night-black hair that contrasted nicely with fair skin and dark eyes. Where Asako was busty, Kiko was petite. "This has been a great bonding experience for us!" Kiko chirped. "I don't regret it at all now--in fact, I'm embarrassed I was nervous earlier! This is awesome!"
 
"I must agree," Asako said, bowing slightly to the camera. "I feel like my daughter and I are much closer now than when we got on the show. Putting our lives on the line and backing each other up during each round has been a great way to spend time together." She beamed. "Honey, if you're watching, and I hope you are, I love you and I should be home soon if this keeps up!"
 
"Hi, Dad!" Kiko added, waving. "Did you enjoy watching me get fucked as much as I enjoyed doing it?"
 
Next were Kitty and her mother, Helen. Kitty, a true believer in vore and meat-ism even before getting on the show, was all smiles. In fact, her expression was almost rapturous. "This is the best and most meaningful thing I've ever done," she gushed. "Seeing Amy and Leela serve their purpose as food, knowing most of us will do the same, it's wonderful and beautiful. I almost hope I don't survive, honestly, though I'm glad I was able to help Lela out."
 
"You, er, did great, honey," Helen said, a strained smile on her face.
 
"You should try and have some fun," Kitty advised her. "Go find someone to fuck you, like I and Sasha and Kiko did. Honestly, being fucked and knowing you might be food soon is the greatest!"
 
Helen looked a bit concerned for her daughter, but did her best not to show it. "Perhaps later, honey. I'm just glad we're still here!"
 
"For now," Kitty said. "And if we lose, we'll meet our fates sexily and with enthusiasm, like all good does should!"
 
Last of all were Josie and Sarah, The wound on Josie's ass still looked painful, but she was putting up a brave front. "Last time was really intense. I was able to watch Lela's digestion during the break like I mentioned before and I found it fascinating. The way the plant digested her was incredible. I took lots of notes!"
 
"I just hope we get through this next round without any more injuries," Helen said hopefully. "Maybe something a bit more tame?"
 
"You're about to find out!" Puck told her. "I think you girls are really going to enjoy this. One of our viewers, Tom from Ohio, had a great suggestion while the commercials were running. Say hello the Wheel of Randomness!"
 
One of the stagehands brought a large spinning wheel, like that used on game shows, out into view of the cameras. The wheel was divided into thin slices, each of which was a different color and had something different written on it. One slice read, "PREY," another read "FUCK," while still others listed things like "TONGUE TWISTER" or "PUSH-UPS."
 
"The Wheel of Randomness is a new addition to the show," Puck explained. "Here's how it works. One girl from each mother-daughter pair spins the wheel, and you have to do whatever the arrow lands on. If you're unable to or unwilling to do so, guess what? Both mother and daughter are predator food! Sound fun, ladies?"
 
"Absolutely!" Kitty gushed. "It sounds like a blast!"
 
"Can I go first?" Kiko added.
 
"Like hell," Isabella cut in. "I'm going first!"
 
"I'll settle this," Puck cut in playfully. He pointed at the contestants. "Eenie, meenie, minie..."
 
All the mother-daughter pairs held their breath as they waited to see who he would pick. After letting the suspense build for a moment, his finger landed on Sasha and Victoria. "Moe! Come on down, you two!"
 
The two beautiful dark-skinned women looked at each other, then Victoria shrugged. "Once more into the breach, darling?"
 
Sasha shrugged, clearly doing her best to keep calm. She clearly hadn't expected to be picked first; perhaps she'd been expecting at least a few more minutes of relative safety before putting her young life in jeopardy again. With a small sigh, she squared her shoulders and followed her mother up to stand beside the wheel. Many of the other contestants cheered and whooped, Kitty and Salma more loudly than the rest.
 
"You can spin it whenever you're ready," Puck told them.
 
Victoria reached over to do just that, then stopped. "Honey, why don't you do the honors?"
 
"Are you sure?"
 
"Absolutely! This is your time to shine, darling." Her mother gave her an encouraging smile. "You're so beautiful and this show has really helped you come out of your shell! Go ahead and spin that thing like the confident, sexy woman you are!"
 
Sasha straightened a little, both pleased and a little embarrassed at her mother's praise. "Sure, okay! Here it goes!"
 
She reached and grabbed the wheel by one of its handles, using all the strength in her nubile young body to send it spinning into a blur. Everyone watched with baited breath as it did so. It slowed gradually with each rotation, the clicking noise of the pointer as it settled on each section growing further and further apart. Finally, it settled on a section that said "PHONE CALL."
 
"Phone call?" Sasha asked, looking at Puck. 'What's that mean?"
 
Puck smirked. "It means whatever I decide it means--and I decide that it means you two have to call up one of your sexual partners back home and ask them to rate the experience from one to five stars. If you get anything less than five, you're both predator food. How's that sound?"
 
Victoria laughed. "It sounds like you're a little sadistic, that's what it sounds like. But we're up to the challenge. My baby girl and I both know what we're doing in bed. She likes to play the studious academic, but I know her better. Sasha, could you go get my purse, please? My phone is in there."
 
"Sure!" Sasha ran over to grab it, then placed it in Victoria's hand. "Here you go, Mom."
 
"Thanks, sweetie. Who do you plan on calling?"
 
"Er...Jake, from the debate club. You?'
 
"Darryl, of course!"
 
Sasha gawked. "Darryl? As in the landlord?"
 
"Of course!" Victoria laughed. "How else do you think we got such a good deal on the rent? I meet up with him every week or so. A single mom has to do whatever it takes to survive and care for her baby, doesn't she?"
 
Sasha tried to suppress a giggle and failed spectacularly. "Oh, my God. Fine, you can call him first."
 
"No, no, no." Victoria wagged a mahogany-colored finger. "You're not getting off that easy, sweetheart. I wanna hear what my daughter's been up to when she stayed late at debate club practice. You go first."
 
"Make sure to put it on speaker so we can all listen in," added Puck.
 
"Er...all right." Sasha took the phone and dialed a number. It rang only twice before someone on the other end picked up. "Hello?"
 
"Jake!" Sasha said. "Hi! It's, um, been a while, huh?"
 
"Sasha? Is that you?"
 
"Yeah. How...how've you been?"
 
"I've been all right," said the guy. "Been busy preparing for that tournament we've got coming up next month. You know, the one against East Lake High?"
 
"Yeah," Sasha nodded. "We'll need the practice. Their team is tough."
 
Puck gave her a "move this along" look, and Sasha cleared her throat hastily. 'I'm really sorry we haven't hung out much lately, Jake. Do you, er. know where I'm calling from?"
 
"Yes!" Jake said. "One of my friends messaged me a few minutes ago. You're on Vore House! I was shocked when I heard--it sounds totally unlike you. I've been watching this whole time!"
 
"Yeah, my mom and I decided to do it. You only live once, right?" Sasha tried to laugh but it trailed off into awkward silence. "Um, anyway, if you've been watching, you know why I'm calling."
 
"Yeah." A smile entered his voice. "That time in the broom closet, about two months ago. I'll save you some time, Sasha: five stars. You were fantastic, and honestly, seeing you on this show made me realize something: I really like you. It wasn't just a hookup to me; I've gone down to the VSP Prey Storage Area at our school and fucked a bunch of girls, but none of them compared to you. When you get back from being on the show, will you go out with me?"
 
Sasha squealed. "Ooh, yes! Of course I will!"
 
"Great! Good luck on the show--I'm rooting for you!"
 
"Thank you, Jake! You're the best! Um, I hope it didn't bother you too much when I was fucking that guy earlier on the show."
 
"Not at all. If anything it just made me more determined--from now on the only guy who fucks you is me."
 
"Deal!" Sasha laughed. "See you when I get back!"
 
"Can't wait. I love you, Sasha."
 
The line went dead.
 
"Aw, how romantic!" Puck, with faux dreaminess in his voice. "Well, safe to say that you knocked that one out of the park, Sasha! But you won't be safe this round unless your mother gets five stars too!"
 
"Not to worry," Victoria said with an evil grin as she took the phone from Sasha. "Darryl can't get enough of me."
 
She dialed. This time the phone rang only once. A deep man's voice answered. "Vicky. Baby. How's my little dark chocolate kiss?"
 
"Hey, big boy," Victoria cooed. "Do you know where I am right now?'
 
"Outside my house waiting to get fucked?"
 
"A good guess, but no! I'm on Vore House, honeybunch! My daughter and I both entered it together, and for this round she and I both have to ask one of our sexual partners how we did in order to be safe from elimination. Out of five stars, how would you rank me?"
 
"Ten outta five, baby. You always blow me the fuck away when you come over. Best damn sex I ever had. Hey, if you don't make it off that show, whatcha want me to do with your stuff back in your place?"
 
"Oh, just donate it to charity or something, or resell it," Victoria said breezily. "If we don't survive we won't be able to care either way. Thank you, Darryl. You've always been good to me, and when I get back I'm going to fuck you until you can hardly walk! Ta-ta!"
 
She put the phone back in her purse and gave Puck a satisfied smile. "I trust that will do?"
 
"It will indeed!" Puck said. "You're both a pair of real sex fiends, aren't you? Well done to Sasha and Victoria! You can rejoin the group now."
 
Everyone applauded as the two ebony meat-girls walked back to join the other contestants. Kitty even gave Sasha a high-five before pulling her close for a passionate, steamy kiss. Sasha stiffened in surprise, but quickly surrendered to the illicit embrace. Before long the two girls were on the ground sixty-nining each other, licking each other's pussies as they moaned in unison.
 
"You weren't kidding about Sasha coming out of her shell,' Sarah remarked.
 
"Yes," Victoria said, looking down at her daughter. "I'm so proud of her, I really am. If we win, being on this show will open doors for her that might have been closed otherwise!"
 
Sasha either didn't hear her or was too preoccupied to care.
 
"Moving right along," Puck said. "Next up we have our favorite pieces of Japanese meat, Asako and Kiko!"
 
The two Japanese Americans grinned as they heard their names called. They had no idea what was waiting for them, but they faced it with smiles on their faces and bravery in their hearts. Asako paused only to squeeze her daughter's hand before leading her up to the Wheel of Randomness. Her generous breasts flounced with each step she took. Kiko's, not so much.
 
Asako didn't even wait for Puck's permission. She spun the wheel cheerfully.
 
It landed on "BITE."
 
"Oooh, that's a tough one," said Puck. "You girls are in for it now, I'm afraid. Your challenge is to choose which of them be getting stung by wasps, bitten by a spider, or sticking a hand in an anthill and holding it there for twenty seconds."
 
The two girls' eyes widened with shock.
 
"Quite," Puck commented dryly. "You have one minute to decide."
 
"We don't need it." Kiko looked up at her mother adoringly. "I will go. I will do it."
 
"Are you sure, honey?" Asako asked. "I can do it for the both of us if you want."
 
"Yes." Kiko nodded determinedly. "I am younger than you, and can bear such bites more easily. Don't worry Mom, I'll be fine." She looked at the cameras. "Hope you're watching this, Dad, 'cause one way or the other I'm only doing it once!"
 
"I'm sure all our viewers appreciate your bravery," Puck said tolerantly. "So what will it be?"
 
Kiko thought for a moment. "Will there be more than one spider?"
 
"Nope."
 
"I'll take that, then."
 
"So be it!" Puck waved over to Amelia, the Vore House intern with dreadlocks who'd bested Lela the previous round. "Bring the spider!"
 
Amelia nodded and hurried off-screen. When she returned, she was carrying a small terrarium. Inside was a large, hairy spider almost as big as a grown man's hand. Her naked body--she was as nude as the contestants--was on full display as she walked over to Kiko. "Best of luck," she said.
 
"Thank you." Kiko gave a traditional Japanese-style bow to her, then repeated the gesture to the cameras. "May I do it now, Puck?"
 
"Go for it," said the announcer.
 
Kiko took a brief moment to gather up as much courage as she could. Then, never taking her eyes from the cameras, she plunged her hand into the terrarium.
 
The spider, peeved at the sudden intrusion into its domain, acted swiftly. With an audible hissing noise, it scurried over with astonishing speed and bared its fangs, lifting its fore-legs in warning. Then it sank its fangs into the top of her hand.
 
The pain was immediate and rapidly intensified as the spider's venom glands pumped toxins into Kiko's bloodstream. Kiko's hand, then her arm, then her entire body felt like it was on fire. She yanked her hand back with a shriek and collapsed, clutching her hand in a vain attempt to make it stop, but her grip soon loosened as her petite body began to convulse on the grass. She tried to scream, but what came out instead was a grotesque stream of blood and bile that spattered across her front.
 
"I may have neglected to mention that all the spiders here at Vore House are highly venomous," he said smugly. He watched for a moment as Kiko writhed in agony near his feet. Foam was now starting to gather around her mouth.
 
Asako swallowed nervously. Her warm smile never wavered, but the look in her eyes made it clear that the expression was growing increasingly forced.
 
"Are you going...are you going to let her expire?" she asked. The slight tremor in her voice betrayed her concern for her child. Unlike the now-deceased Mary.
 
Puck sighed wistfully. "As much as our viewers would enjoy that, no. She completed the
challenge, so you're both safe until the next round. We've got some paramedics on permanent standby here at Vore House for occasions such as this, so I'll bring them in now." He cocked his head. "A lot of mothers wouldn't be quite so worried, you know. I've seen them applaud as their girls wre torn apart. Mary certainly wasn't concerned when Katrina was vored before her eyes."
 
Asako looked a bit embarrassed. "I suppose I cannot help it. My husband Daniel-san has taught both my daughter and I about meat-ism, but I love my daughter and seeing her still suffer stirs my maternal instincts." She gave a deep, Japanese-style bow. "I apologize for my selfishness."
 
"Apology accepted" Puck said, and snapped his fingers. Immediately, two men in white uniforms marked with red crosses on the back hurried out from somewhere off-screen. One of them carried a large plastic case. When they reached Kiko, he popped it open, took a pre-prepared syringe, and plunged it into her left tit.
 
Almost immediately, her paroxysms ceased. Kiko went limp where she lay, gasping and gagging, her small breasts heaving as she fought for breath. She coughed, spat, and one of the medics wiped her mouth with a rag. He murmured something to her and she shook her head. He and his colleague each took one of her arms and helped her to her feet. Kiko, so weak she could not even stand on her own, was all but dragged back over to her mother.
 
"What a trooper you are!" Puck gushed.
 
"How are you holding up, sweetie?" Asako asked softly. "Are you all right?"
 
Kiko looked up at her. "Urgh..."
 
"I'm just glad you're still with us," her mother said, hugging her close. "Thank you, Puck-san."
 
"Of course! Well done to both of you! You may rejoin the group!"
 
Asako had to carry her daughter back to where the other girls were standing. Gently, she laid her on the grass and smoothed some hair out of her face. Josie offered Asako a plastic water bottle, which she gratefully accepted. The older Asian woman put it to her daughter's lips and helped Kiko drink. Unaware that the cameras on her, Asako dropped her serene mask and let her fear for her daughter's health show clearly on her face.
 
Salma and Isabella both went to Kiko's side. "You did great," Salma said. "You were so brave."
 
Isabella fervently agreed. "You should be proud of yourself. A lot of girls would have chosen to get eaten by something rather than just let a spider bite them. We've seen it at Cafe El Carnitas, like when we fed one of our new hires to a giant centipede. Poor girl lost her composure completely. Arachnids and insects are always tough to deal with, but you took it like an absolute badass."
 
Kiko grinned weakly. Apparently that was all she could manage, as she did not have the strength to speak.
 
"Let's move on to our next match!" Puck said, interrupting the girls. "Without further ado, ur next mother-daughter pair will be...Josie and Sarah!"
 
The two of them looked at each other and strode forward, hand-in-hand, to meet whatever destiny the show had in store for them. Kiko's example must have inspired them, because they both were smiling and trying their best too look brave and sexy.
 
"Who'd like to do the honors?" Puck asked, gesturing toward the wheel.
 
"I'll do it," Sarah said. She gave her daughter a quick hug before spinning.
 
Silence reigned once more as all present watched and waited. What would this challenge be?
 
The wheel eventually landed on "SWIM."
 
"Let me guess," Josie said with a sigh. "We have to swim in a pool filled with sharks or something?"
 
"Nope!" Puck said. "Good guess though. No, all you have to do is swim across that pond over there in less than a minute. Do no worry, there's nothing in that pond; we at Vore House pride ourselves on fairness and it would hardly be fair for you to be eaten if you haven't been eliminated! If both of you can do this challenge, you're safe this round. Lose, and..." he let the sentence go unfinished.
 
The two thick yet sexy women looked at each other. Then Josie took her mother's hand. "We can do this," she said. "Come on, let's show them!"
 
"Atta girl," Puck winked at the cameras. "Now, if you'll follow me over here, please."
 
He led them to a pond that was about twenty feet long and twenty feet wide. It looked like it was very deep, too. Josie and Sarah both stared it for a second before entering its waters together.
 
Josie squealed. "It's cold!"
 
Puck laughed. "Of course it is! You'll be more encouraged to get to the other side that way. Now, on your marks, get set...GO!"
 
Josie and Sarah immediately flopped onto their bellies and began to paddle frantically. On-screen, a timer appeared and began to count down from sixty. With their lives literally on the line, both mother and daughter swam for all they were worth. It was clear that neither of them were especially talented at it, but they could at least remain afloat and moving.
 
The timer hit forty-five seconds but they weren't even half away. Josie must have realized this, because she redoubled her efforts. Her mother, seeing this, did the same.
 
At twenty-five seconds, they reached the halfway mark. It seemed the two girls were destined to lose. All the other contestants watched eagerly. So did Puck, with his characteristic knowing grin.
 
But somehow, in the nick of time, they hit their stride. In a sudden burst of speed borne of desperation, Sarah and Josie began swimming faster than they'd ever swum before in their lives. They kicked and paddled until their arms and legs were sore, and reached the opposite less than half a second before the timer hit zero. They had managed to survive--but by the very skin of their teeth.
 
The camera drones caught the looks of surprise on the faces of all present. The other contestants, Amelia, even Puck looked taken off-guard.
 
"Well, how about that?" the announcer said, swiftly recovering his composure. "Guess it's what they say: it ain't over till the slim-thick lady sings! What a great performance by Josie and Sarah--you two really gave it your all!"
 
Sarah, puffing and gasping for breath, dripped water as she staggered onto shore. Josie, close behind, looked incredibly sexy as water ran down her luscious ass and breasts.
 
"Thanks," she wheezed. "It wasn't easy, but...but we made it."
 
"Darn right!" Josie said. "At this rate I'll get that scholarship to State in no time!"
 
"You seem to be a little more confident than you were before," Puck noted.
 
"Why wouldn't I be?" Josie asked. "I mean, I'm still nervous about getting eaten, but this is the third round. We're like, almost halfway there, you know? It's a good feeling to have lasted this long."
 
"I'm sure it is," Puck said. "You can go back now."
 
They did, pausing to grab some towels from Amelia on the way. They returned to the group of girls to a chorus of cheers. Even Kiko, still weak and lying on her back, gave Josie a thumbs-up.
 
"Next up for a turn at the Wheel are a pair who are quickly becoming fan favorites!" Puck announced. "Kitty and Helen! Come on over, you two delightful deviants!"
 
The young vore-slut and her mother extricated themselves from the rest of the contestants and went over to join him. Kitty went enthusiastically, her mother a bit less so.
 
"You girls ready for this?" Puck asked.
 
"Oh, God, yes!" Kitty all but shouted. Helen nodded, a small smile on her face. Perhaps she took inspiration from her daughter's zeal.
 
"Go on, then. Give that wheel a spin!"
 
Kitty almost fell over herself in her haste do so. She spun the wheel, laughing all the while. "I'm having so much fun," she gushed. "This is everything I've ever wanted! I'm having more fun than I've ever had before in my life! Thank you so much, Mom!"
 
She gave her mom a ferocious hug as they waited for the wheel to slow down. When it did, it landed on a tab marked simply as, "CHOOSE."
 
"Choose?" Helen asked. "Choose what?"
 
"A girl to be eaten, of course!" Puck snorted. "What else? You girls now have the power to choose any girl on the set to be predator food instead of yourselves--think of it as a get-out-of-jail-free card."
 
Kitty's face lit up like a hundred-watt bulb. "AWESOME! Mom, can I choose? Please?"
 
Helen patted her on the back. "Er...why not?"
 
"I choose Amelia!" Kitty said instantly. "Never really sat right with me that she wound up surviving when all the other interns got sliced and diced next round, you know?"
 
Puck nodded. The other contestants squealed, knowing they were about to be in for an unexpected show. "An excellent choice! Amelia, come over here, please."
 
The intern did, taking unhurried and measured steps as she walked to her doom. Amelia's expression was calm, perhaps even vaguely apathetic. Her dreadlocks swirled around her as she came to Puck's side, as obedient as a lamb being led to slaughter. Which, of course, was more or less what she was.
 
"Anything to say before we begin? Perhaps a final word or two?"
 
Amelia nodded. "Yeah. It's been real, everybody. Thanks to Dark Enterprises for, like, this opportunity and stuff, and I hope whatever gets me enjoys my meat."
 
"Short but sweet! I like it. Now, then..." Puck took a few steps back as he spoke. "Let's see what we've got in store for you, shall we?"
 
Even before he finished speaking, there was an earsplitting screech. Something emerged from the dark pond where Josie and Sarah had been swimming earlier. It was nearly seven feet tall, with an oblong-shaped head, a thin, wiry body and a segmented tail that thrashed all about. Its eyeless face had a mouth filled with fangs, and its spindly arms were tipped with long claws. It looked almost like something out of the classic movie Alien, and before Amelia could scream it tackled her to the ground.
 
The meat-girl stiffened, expecting to start tearing her apart. But instead, the creature opened its mouth and extended a long, pointed proboscis that shot forward and plunged down her throat. Amelia gave a gurgling shriek at the sudden violation, and she felt something foreign land in her stomach. Then, as if somehow losing interest, the creature released her and bounded back into the water.
 
"How exciting!" Puck remarked. "That, folks--for those of you who don't know--is a relatively new addition to our menagerie here on Vore House. We call it the xenobeast, and it reproduces by laying eggs inside of nubile young girls. When the eggs hatch, they burst through the host's stomach and have their luscious meat for a first meal!"
 
Amelia stared. "So...that's what's going to happen to me?"
 
"Yup!" Puck pointed at a spot nearby. "Why don't you go sit over there while it incubates? We'll come back to you when it's ready to hatch. Trust me, you'll know when it's time."
 
"Fucking metal," Amelia muttered, but like any good doe, she did as she was told and sat down to while away that last few hours of her young life.
 
"We'll return to Amelia later," Puck concluded. "For now, well done to Kitty and Sarah!"
 
Both mother and daughter returned to the group triumphantly. Kitty decided to celebrate by pulling over another Vore House employee for a quick fuck, and Sasha, turned on by the sight, did the same. They both began to ride dick in reverse cowgirl, sitting side by side, and their moans soon became cries of ecstasy. The camera drones paused to capture the erotic sight of the two girls fucking in perfect unison. It didn't take long for both of them to climax. coating the shafts of their partners with the juices of their orgasms.
 
A third male employee, seeing this, went over to Asako and asked a hushed question. The older Asian woman hesitated, but after a few more whispered words gave a reluctant nod. The guy immediately freed his cock and began fucking the weakened Kiko savagely. Kiko, too weak to resist, could only lie there--not that she'd resist even if it were possible. She was clearly enjoying her newest fuck, and her tried her best to look cheerful.
 
Puck grinned at the glorious debauchery. "God, I love my job," he remarked. "Now, then! Last but not least, let's have our two favorite Latin dishes! Salma and Isabella, come on up!"
 
Both Latina girls couldn't get over there fast enough. Salma and Isabella were both panting with excitement, and their aroused pussies dripped girl-juice onto the grass.
 
"I would ask if you're ready, but I think that'd be redundant," Puck joked. "Who'd like to spin the Wheel?"
 
"You should do it," Salma purred. "We want to wait to see what's in store for us, like good little does."
 
"You're too kind," Puck said with an elegant bow. He spun the wheel with aplomb, and all watched as it came to a gradual halt. It landed on a label marked "SACK."
 
"Ooh, this should be good," said the announcer. "Ladies, you're going to do a sack race around the race track where we had the first round! You'll both be sharing the same sack, so I hope you've got a good sense of balance! If you fall over or trip, you're food!"
 
"Pffft!" Isabella rolled her eyes. "Everyone who works at Cafe El Carnitas has to have fantastic balance when they work the poles. We've got this in the bag!"
 
"I certainly hope so!" A stage hand gave Puck a large burlap sack, which he then handed to them. "If you'll both enter the sack, please."
 
Mother and daughter both pulled the sack on. It went up to Salma's waist and Isabella's shoulders. It was a tight fit, but they made it work.
 
"In 3...2...1...GO!"
 
The two Latina hotties got off to a good start. They timed their bunny-hopping so that they both jumped at the same time, and soon they were bouncing around the track. The camera drones recorded their happy smiles, and Isabella even waved at one of them--
 
But then, a slight dip in the track--perhaps caused by a small rock or one of the girls during the race in the first round--made itself apparent. Isabella's foot landed into it, and she stumbled, cried out, and fell. Salma shrieked with joy and terror as she toppled too, landing on top of her daughter. Both of them began laughing uproariously, despite the fact that their fates were now sealed.
 
"Looks like we have this round's elimination!" Puck said. Excitement was plain in his voice. "You girls gave it your all, but I'm afraid it's time for you both to serve your natural role as food. Any final words or thoughts before we send you off to be eaten?"
 
"Nope!" Salma said instantly. "Something would have gotten both of us eventually. It's part of meat-ism, knowing you'll be food sooner or later. I'm glad we both did this and we meet our fates with no regrets!"
 
"You said it, Mom!" Isabella exclaimed. "Can I go first, Puck? Can I? Can I, please?"
 
"Well, why not?" Puck said, with a generous sweep of his arm. "Though I'll be almost sorry to see you go. Almost, but not quite." He winked at her. "Now, if you'll just walk over there..."
 
"Sure!" Isabella began walking in the direction Puck indicated. Her enthusiasm turned to slight confusion. "Hey...I don't see anything. Is there--AAAH!"
 
The ground beneath her gave way, revealing a deep, square-shaped pit that had been covered over by a thin layer of grass and soil. The bottom of the pit seethed with dozens, perhaps hundreds of writhing, yellow bodies.
 
"Ooh, I've seen those on Vore House before!" Salma exclaimed. "Those are the carnivorous slugs! We tried to get them at Cafe El Carnitas but never managed to find a supplier!"
 
"Indeed! I think Isabella is in for quite an experience," agreed Puck.
 
The camera drones hastened over to the pit. Every second of what happened next was carefully recorded.
 
Isabella lay amidst the slugs, watching as they squirmed over. "It's so squishy," she giggled, picking one of them. "It kinda feels like I'm...ow!"
 
She winced as the slug reared upward, revealing a circular mouth set with tiny, razor sharp teeth that it sank into her flesh. A thin line of blood ran down her palm.
 
Another slug bit into her shapely thigh. Isabella gasped at the pain.
 
That seemed to send the others into a feeding frenzy, They swarmed over Isabella's beautiful body, taking bite-sized chunks of luscious girl meat and fastening onto her like leeches. The Latina shrieked in joy and pain. She knew that this was the only reason she existed, the only reason any girl ever existed: to be predator food. Meat for the beasts. Even through the growing pain, she smiled up at the drones happily. "Girls, get yourselves eaten as soon as you can!" she cried. "This is AWESOME!"
 
Blood began to run down the girl's arms, legs and chest as, bit by bit, her flesh was torn away. Isabella writhed and thrashed, but her smile never wavered. A slug seized each of her breasts, tearing away her luscious dark brown titties, and more of them began to go through the wounds others had made and started to devour her from the inside out. The sensation was one of utter violation and it sent Isabella into a prolonged, shrieking ecstasy. This was beyond exhilarating. She gloried in it even as the slugs began to gnaw up on her internal organs and burrow into her belly. The pain was incredible, but so was the pleasure.
 
They ate at her extremities too. Isabella's fingers, toes and ears were devoured, leaving bloody holes or stumps behind that stained her hair and skin. Red ran down her body in myriad trickles that rapidly became streams, and it grew around in a spreading pool.
 
Isabella's frenzied movements grew to fever pitch when one of them slid into her swollen, dripping cunt. The slug was thick and swollen and engorged with girl-meat, and feeling it traveling up inside her birth canal before penetrating her womb drove her to the edge of madness.
 
"OH FUCK!" she screeched. "GOD! FUCKING! DAMMIT! UGH!"
 
The slug squirmed around her in womb for a moment before resuming its journey, its sharp teeth making short work of anything in its way.
 
She felt several of them inside her, just below her exquisite breasts which were rapidly being chewed to red ruin. Isabella knew it wouldn't be long before at least one of them reached her heart and began to devour it.
 
The pussy-slug continued upward, up through her stomach, past her lungs and into her esophagus. Isabella's eyes bugged out of her head and her throat bulged. She looked as though she was unable to breathe, and then, with a cough that spewed blood into the air, the slug forced its way between her lips.
 
Isabella sagged, letting the creatures have their way with her. The smile on her face was one of complete and utter bliss. Sublime serenity, knowing she'd fulfilled the role she was always meant to play.
 
A few seconds later, one of the slugs bit into her thundering heart. Isabella's whole body seized, as though she'd been shocked with electricity, then went limp. She felt herself starting to fade, and welcomed it.
 
The camera drones caught the moment the light left the young girl's eyes and she went still. The slugs continued to feast on her luscious meat however, and soon Isabella vanished completely beneath the squirming, writhing hordes. When they finally moved away a few minutes later, all that was left of her was a ravaged, bloody carcass. They would return and sate themselves on her meat again when they grew hungry once more, and within a week nothing would be left but bones before they were devoured too. Ultimately, there would be nothing left of Isabella to show she'd ever existed at all.
 
"Well, she really went out with style, didn't she?" Puck remarked. "Then again, what else could we possibly expect from one of El Cafe Carnitas' finest showgirls? She'll be a hard act to follow, that much is certain!" He turned to Salma. "Think you can measure up?"
 
"Think? I know I can!" Salma said, striking a sexy pose. "Come on, Puck! Let's do this!"
 
"You don't have any final thoughts or words first?" he asked. "Not even a few words for your daughter?"
 
"Nope!" Salma shook her head as she hopped from one foot to the other eagerly. "She was only meat, just like me. Now bring on my predator before the anticipation kills me!"
 
"As you wish! If you'll just head over to that patch of bushes over there, we'll get the ball rolling."
 
Salma ran over to where Puck pointed. As soon as she got there, the bushes start to shake and tremble. Something was clearly lurking behind them. Something big.
 
She didn't have long to wonder what it was. It emerged from the underbrush with slow, unhurried grace, letting the camera drones get a good view of its massive girth before it reared up to its full height so that it towered over the doomed meat-girl. A Titanoboa, a massive snake, a relic of a bygone age brought back to life by the miracle of science, stared at her with ravenous hunger.
 
Salma's pussy quivered. with excitement. She had seen giant snakes at Cafe El Carnitas and knew exactly what she was in for. She gazed up at the Titanoboa adoringly, panting as tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. "Oh, my God, yes! Thank you so much for choosing me! Please enjoy my tasty meat! I’m ready! I’m so ready! Let me join my daughter! Devour me like she was devoured! This is all I’ve ever wanted!”
 
The snake accepted her offering eagerly it moved closer, then bent its huge head and flicked out with its tongue to gently lash her dripping pussy. Salma came right then and there and it knocked her unconscious. She shrieked, spreading her arms wide as she gave herself over to her destined fate. Everything she'd ever done, everything she'd ever been, all led up to this one moment. All her life she'd known that she would end up as food for some hungry beast--even if she hadn't come on the show something at the club would have eaten her eventually--and now her wish was finally coming true. How fortunate she was that her devourer was such a gentleman!
 
The snake continued its ministrations without pause. It nudged her legs apart and stuck the whole length of its tongue - all twelve inches of it - deep inside her. Salma arched her back and let out a primeval shriek, the veins in her neck bulging. This was pleasure unlike anything she'd ever felt before, so raw and intense, that she had to fight just to suck in enough air to breathe. The snake wiggled its tongue inside her, stimulating her further, sending her plummeting over the edge into an infinite orgasmic sea.
 
"Oh, fuck," Salma gasped. Her eyes rolled back in her head. "Oh, fuck yes. Fuck yes, fuck yes, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK!"
 
She shrieked as the beast brought her to orgasm. She would have fainted, but caught herself just in time. Even while she fought to catch her breath the snake continued to pleasure with an expertise none of the many guys she’d fucked had ever possessed. So great was her ecstasy that she barely even noticed when the great reptile opened its jaws wide and scooped her off her feet, engulfing her head-first and leaving her sexy body protruding from its mouth. Salma gave a muffled cry of joy and redoubled her self-pleasuring.
 
The snake tilted its head to let gravity help it swallow its meal, but it didn’t swallow her all to once. It did so in sections, and it took its time. One mighty gulp sucked Salma into its gullet up to her jiggling breasts, and the feeling of its tongue on her tits was utterly indescribable. Salma sobbed with pleasure and happiness, her mind almost shattered as it was battered by wave upon wave of orgasms.
 
The Titanoboa tilted its head back further, letting her slide down up to her waist. Salma's entire mind was a fog of wanton, debauched pleasure. Even if she'd cared about her fate, even if she'd had any second thoughts, the unbelievable sex she was getting would have banished them from her mind forever. Nothing else mattered but getting off and being the best meal the snake had ever eaten.
 
It swallowed again, sucking her in up to her waist. Salma couldn’t contain her excitement. It was almost done! She was almost completely swallowed! All that was left was her tight, tanned legs, and she kicked them gleefully as if saying a joyful goodbye to the world.
 
The snake swallowed a third time, sucking in the rest of her nubile body, and then Salma and the snake were one. She screamed with joy and kept right on screaming as she felt herself sliding down its esophagus, landing in its stomach - her final destination - with a wet splash. One of the camera drones followed, zipping down the massive reptile’s throat and following her descent into the stomach chamber to capture every moment of the meat-girl’s drawn-out demise. On the Dark Enterprise website, a new video stream went live and millions of viewers tuned in to watch Salma get digested in real time. They clearly heard her muffled moans as she let the creature's acidic digestive juices wash over her. There was no pain, however—whatever acids made up its stomach, they must have been weak and slow-acting. That was good, Salma, thought. It meant she’d have more time to enjoy herself. All she wanted was to enjoy the time she had left to the absolute fullest, and why shouldn’t she? This was all she’d ever wanted. All her life Salma had wanted to be meat. She’d known it was her destiny to be food for predators since she was a small child, and she’d lived her whole life in anticipation of what was happening right now just like Isabella had. Finally accomplishing her longstanding goal filled Salma with a sense of sublime satisfaction. She had fulfilled her purpose, the role that nature had intended for all women to fulfill. She wasn’t a beautiful young woman with her whole life and future ahead of her. She was just food. Meat. Nothing more.
 
The thought made her sigh happily she began to play with her pussy—slowly at first, and then more frenziedly. Several shattering orgasms later, Salma lay floating face-up in the snake’s stomach, basking in the glow of an unbelievable fuck and so deliciously tired that she didn't even have the strength to masturbate some more, even though her hand remained between her legs. She drifted off to sleep and slept better than she had in a long, long time.
 
It wasn't until the end of her first day in the snake’s stomach that Salma began to see the first true signs that her body was slowly being broken down and digested. She woke up to discover that the toes on her each foot were now nothing but bones; their skin and muscle and tissue had all been eaten away as she slept. Salma shrugged as she began masturbating again. Such things were to be expected, after all.
 
By the end of the second day she discovered that her legs had been eaten away below the knees; the third saw her upper legs and thighs stripped of everything but bone. When Salma saw that she made a concerted effort to pleasure herself as much as possible, because she knew it was only a matter of time before her young fertile pussy was digested next.
 
And digested it was. Halfway through the fourth day she discovered that she could no longer give herself orgasms, because her everything below her waist had been completely stripped bare. It was getting hard to move and stay conscious too, which Salma knew was also completely natural. Of course she'd start slipping in and out of consciousness when fully half her body had been skeletonized.
 
By the end of the fifth day, the flesh of her slender belly--the same belly that had borne a now-dead daughter--was starting to dissolve, and when she gave it a curious poke, the skin ruptured as easily as though it were made of tissue paper. Her organs spilled out over her fingers, but Salma felt no pain. A side effect of the snake's genetically-altered digestive process, no doubt, and one she was grateful for. She relaxed, her innards still hanging out, and smiled happily. When she woke up days later after going almost comatose, her rib cage was showing only a single breast remained. Her heart still beat, but it as labored - as was her breathing, since her lungs were also in the process of being dissolved.
 
By the start of the sixth day Salma felt herself start to fade. It became harder and harder for her to draw breath, and just before she passed out from lack of oxygen, she recalled the face of her dear Isabella and the faces of the other contestants who'd outlived her. She wondered if any of them made it off the show alive. She hoped not. It'd be a shame for them to miss out on such an incredible experience.
 
Salma's body went limp and she closed her eyes for a final time. She breathed her last and then went still, content in the knowledge that her voring and that of her daughter had both been of legendary quality. And she was right. Both their deaths became some of the most popular vorings ever aired, and it racked up hundreds of millions of hits in the first week alone. It was the most either of them could ever have hoped for.
 
"Absolutely incredible," Puck said with a low whistle. "Good heavens, I've been in this business a long time and I have never seen anything like that! What a way to go! Now, let's go to our remaining contestants for some quick post-round commentary."
 
The drones chose Kitty and Helen first. Kitty was still riding her newest fuck, who seemed completely exhausted but was doing his best to keep up. "So...fucking...hot," she moaned, caressing her swollen pussy. Cum dripped out of it in thick, sticky streams and slid down the shaft of the cock still buried in it. "I wanna get eaten, I want it, I want it so bad fucking feed me to something already..."
 
Helen looked at her daughter with concern. Kitty seemed to have degenerated since coming onto the show--embracing her fate as meat and fucking everything and everyone she could. "I...well, if it comes to it, I hope we both get something like Salma did. Being eaten by slugs..." she shuddered. "I don't know how Isabella managed to stay so positive the whole time. The way they chewed her up and burrowed beneath her flesh..."
 
Sasha and Victoria were both in excellent spirits when their turn came. "This round was a lot of fun!" Sasha said. She looked flushed from the sex she'd earlier, after Kitty and Helen had taken their turn. Cum spattered her dark breasts, contrasting jarringly with the shade of her skin, and some of it was in her hair as well. "We're both still alive and I even got a boyfriend for when I get home! Hi, Jake!" she waved at the camera. "I hope you don't mind my fucking that guy earlier--I just had to get some and I pretended he was you the whole time! Kitty's really helping me be more adventurous!"
 
"I can tell," Victoria said drily. "And I'm proud of you for stepping outside your comfort zone. You're almost a vore model already and you don't even know it."
 
"I think...that might be nice," Sasha said thoughtfully. "If I get to have this much fun all the time, then..." she shrugged. "I guess we'll see. I still want to be a scientist, but now I'm not ruling out being a vore model either."
 
"Good girl," Victoria cooed.
 
Josie and Sarah booth looked a little stunned. "I don't think I've ever seen someone get so into their voring," Josie admitted. "I've seen Vore House episodes before, but those two really were made to be meat. I'm going to go watch Salma's digestion and take lots of notes; when I apply to State I'll write my admission paper on it."
 
"Good idea!" Sarah encouraged her. "It's important for you to get as much out of this experience as possible."
 
The drone then switched to Asako, who was still sitting on her knees by Kiko's side. Kiko looked a little better, but still very weak. "This round was much fun," Asako said. "Isabella and Salma were both so sexy, it's almost enough to make me want to get fucked like some of the other girls have been. But I love my husband too much to do that. Daniel-san, my pussy is only for you!" She spread the aforementioned pussy, letting the drones get a good shot of it. "Kiko is still resting, but I'm sure she had lots of fun as well. I admit that it was...distressing to see what happened when she was bitten, but she was very brave throughout the whole thing and I am so, so proud of her." She stroked her daughter's black hair tenderly.
 
Kiko, for her part, looked drained and exhausted, both from her experience at the Wheel and the heartless fucking she'd had afterward. Half-dried cum was puddled on the grass and caked to her inner thighs. Her bright green eyes moved toward the drones and she managed a weak gurgle.
 
"She'll be fine," Puck said dismissively. "Amelia? Not so much." The drones cut to the unfortunate intern, who was now hunched over on the grass. Her face was hidden by the dreadlocks that fell down over it, but her body was covered in a cold sweat and she was shivering violently, clutching her middle.
 
"And with that," Puck concluded, "This brings an end to round three of the Vore House Mother-Daughter Special! Don't go anywhere; we'll be back with more vore and more girls right after this!"
 
 
"Welcome back once again everyone!" said the handsome young man with the microphone. "I'm your host, Puck Goodfellow, and we're back with another round of our Mother-Daughter special here at Vore House, where a select group of mother-daughter pairs will put their lives on the line and compete for fame and a hefty cash prize! It's win or be eaten, and so far it's been absolutely riveting if I do say so myself! Last round we were treated to the sight of Isabella and Salma, two lovely sluts from the vore-themed strip club Cafe El Carnitas, getting eagerly devoured. Now, it's time to see who will make it through this next one, and who'll be next on the menu!" He turned to the remaining contestants. "You girls ready?"
 
Sasha and Victoria, the two dark-skinned beauties, both nodded. "Of course we are!" Victoria said. "My little girl and I are in it to win it!"
 
Asako and her daughter Kiko both looked eager to get started as well. Kiko, thankfully, looked to have recovered somewhat from ordeal in the last round. "We are ready to face the next challenge, Puck-san," Kiko said in weak voice. Her mother gave her an encouraging smile.
 
Kitty, of course, was almost bouncing off the walls. "I am so fucking ready," she gushed. "Bring it on and let's see who's meat next!" Helen, her mother and a Dark Enterprises employee, nodded in agreement, albeit with some hesitation.
 
Kitty, of course, was almost bouncing off the walls. "I am so fucking ready," she gushed. "Bring it on and let's see who's meat next!" Helen, her mother and a Dark Enterprises employee, nodded in agreement, albeit with rather more hesitation.
 
Josie and her mother Sarah were also keeping up a good front and did their best to look sexy. It was easier for Sarah than it was for Josie, as Josie was still wounded from one of the previous rounds where she'd been cut on the ass. "That scholarship is as good as mine," Josie said confidently. "Honestly, if we've lasted this long I think we've pretty much got it in the bag."
 
"I certainly hope so," said Puck. "Because boy, do I have a surprise for you! Now, in a previous round, all your lovely daughters participated in arena fights, right?"
 
Everyone nodded, remembering.
 
"Well, this time it's your turn, you sexy MILFs! You're going to take your daughters' place in the arena, and whoever loses is meat for the beasts! As an added bonus, the women you're fighting will all be the mothers of the interns who got snuffed back in round two, so watch out! I'm sure they've all got a bone to pick with you."
 
"Oooh," Kitty said with a low whistle. "This should be good."
 
The reaction of the girls' mothers varied. Helen looked surprised, while Sarah turned pale. Asako grinned, and Victoria looked grimly determined.
 
"Let's meet your competition, shall we?" Puck asked with a grand sweep of his arm. That was clearly the signal, and four attractive women ranging in age from early thirties to early forties walked over to stand opposite the group of surviving does.
 
"I'm Janice," the first one, a strawberry blonde with sagging breasts and wide hips said. "Jillian's mom." She pointed at Asako accusingly. "I'm going to enjoy this. You cut my little girl apart, so I'll happily send you and yours to be predator food."
 
"And I'm Morgan." The second MILF was a busty brunette, with a curvaceous figure and black lipstick. She was glaring daggers at Helen, who clearly recognized her. "Remember me, bitch? I'm the one you got promoted over last quarter at the office. I didn't need another reason to hate your guts before I came out here to be on this show, but after what Kitty did to Mia I got one anyway. I swear, I'll see both of you devoured if it's the last thing I do!"
 
"Office politics," Puck drawled. "Lovely."
 
The third MILF was a red-head and a body that could have belonged to a supermodel half her age. Her bright green eyes were afire with challenge as she fixed them on Sasha. "I'm Tina, and my daughter was Taryn. She was right about you, little girl. You're both losers, you and your mom both, and I'm going to prove it when I kick your mom's ass!"
 
"You'll try, girl," Victoria shot back.
 
The fourth and final MILF was a petite woman with wire-rimmed glasses and small breasts.
 
"I'm Eva, Erica's Mom." She smiled kindly at Josie. "Unlike Tina and Morgan, I don't really have any hard feelings. You seem like a nice girl. But I felt like Erica would have wanted me to come here. I hope you understand."
 
Josie nodded. "I do, yeah. Thanks for being, um, so cool about all this. No hard feelings?"
 
"None," Eva confirmed.
 
"Now, then!" Puck cut in. "If you'll all follow me back to the arena, we'll get started on our first match!"
 
He led both groups of females over to where the fights had been held back in the second round. The blood of some of the girls who'd been snuffed there still spattered the sand, but now it had gone black and sticky.
 
"For an additional twist," Puck added, "we will be using daggers rather than swords. So feel free to get up close and personal, ladies! Before we begin, though, there is one small detail I may have neglected to mention: whichever one of you MILFs can give our viewers the best on-camera fucking will earn automatic immunity from elimination!"
 
That got the attention of all the contestants, particularly the mothers.
 
Victoria gave Sasha a wicked smirk. "Sounds good to me. Let me show you how it's done, sweetie." Extricating herself rom the group, she walked forward and beckoned a nearby assistant. The man looked a few years younger than her, but was good-looking and physically fit. "Want to do me?" she asked bluntly.
 
"Hell yeah," the man replied, immediately slacking off his belt and freeing his cock. Victoria turned and bent over for him, allowing him access to her shaven pussy. He entered her with a thrust, and soon the two were going at it hammer and tongs as the others looked on. Sasha looked a little embarrassed, but was clearly enjoying the show nonetheless.
 
Asako glanced at Kiko uncertainly. She'd previously declined to get fucked out of loyalty to her husband, but now that she had an opportunity to assure her safety and that of her child, wouldn't it be wise to take it? What would her beloved Daniel-san think if they were both eliminated because Asako refused to get fucked a second time?
 
Kiko touched her arm. "Dad will understand," she said softly. "I know he will. He's a good man and he'd want you to do whatever it took to win."
 
"You're right," Asako said. She took a deep breath and steeled her nerves, then went and selected a guy of her own. The camera drones caught a glimpse of the look on her face as she was bent over to be fucked, like Victoria, in standing doggy. Excitement, regret and even a tinge of sadness were beautifully blended together on her lovely face. She winced as he entered her. He was so big!
 
Asako's partner began to fuck her with abandon, more roughly than Victoria's. Her large breasts swayed and jiggled in time with each thrust, Soon, the Asian MILF was lost in the pleasure of it, moaning and mewling like a kitten.
 
Sarah and Helen were not about to be left out of the fun. Kitty all but shoved her mother forward into the arms of the nearest male, while Sarah was a little more cautious. She gave Josie a shy smile, which the girl returned, and did her best to look confident and sexy. Her guy took her by the arm and pushed her, gently but unceremoniously, onto the ground. Sarah was all meek submissiveness as he shoved her legs apart and drove his cock into her, taking her missionary-style on the grass. It seemed to turn on the shy MILF; soon she was bucking and arching her hips in time with his thrusts and folding her legs around his waist to give him greater access. It had been a while since she'd had a good lay, after all.
 
Helen too was shyer than most of the other surviving MILFs, but like Sarah, this was quickly forgotten as she lost herself in the pleasure that only came from a good, solid dicking. Her male was rougher with her; instead of pushing her onto the grass, he gripped her by the throat and al but threw her onto her stomach. The drones caught and recorded for all posterity the way her eyes widened with shock, pleasure and even a little pain as he thrust his cock into her even as she lay supine, pinned beneath his bulk.
 
In short order, all four of the MILFs were being fucked like there was no tomorrow--which for most of them was probably true. Their partners lined them up in single file and fucked them in every position they could think. The sight was amazingly erotic; the four mature women being fucked simultaneously, their moans and cries blending together to create a beautiful symphony.
 
"Do you know, Kiko-chan," Asako panted as her lover gripped her by the hair and forced her head back, "that this...is the same...position you were...conceived in?"
 
Kiko giggled. "Mom!"
 
Victoria tried to say something, perhaps to concur, but could only moan and squeal incoherently. Her dark skin began to glisten with sweat.
 
The four males worked as a team, each fucking their chosen MILF until they could take it no more. Then, as if on some unseen signal, they hit their climax at the same time. Four cocks spasmed and spray jets of hot cum into four waiting, willing wet cunts as the MILFs shrieked and screamed.
 
When it was finally over, the four MILFs were left lying on the grass near the arena. They were all panting and sweaty, looking down at their pussies as cum gushed out of them.
 
"Who...who won?" Victoria panted.
 
Puck grinned. "No one. I just made the whole thing up because we hadn't seen you lovely ladies fuck yet. Hope you're not too upset!"
 
The four MILFs looked at him in shock for a second, then burst out laughing. Well, most of them did. Asako looked very much distressed, though Kiko hurried over to her and spoke what must have been soothing words in her mother's ear. Sarah could only turn red with embarrassment as she realized she'd debased herself for nothing. Helen and Victoria, though, thought it was hilarious. So did the MILFs they would be fighting.
 
Puck waggled his eyebrows at the cameras. "Couldn't resist, I'm afraid. The opportunity was just too good to pass up! But, all good things must come to an end and it's time to move on. On your feet, MILFS, if you please--it's time to get this party started!"
 
Asako, Helen, Sarah and Victoria all got to their feet, a little unsteadily. Their engorged cunts leaked cum that ran down their inner thighs.
 
"Our first match up will be Asako and Janice!" Puck went on. "Take your place in the ring, ladies!"
 
Asako swallowed, clearly still conflicted about the fact that she'd been tricked into cheating on her beloved Daniel-san. "Darling, I'm so sorry," she whispered.
 
'Do not be," Kiko said, giving her a gentle hug. "There was no way you could have known that Puck was playing a trick. You were only trying to keep both of us safe. I know Dad won't hold that against you."
 
"I hope you're right," Asako sighed, brushing away an errant tear.
 
Janice's face twisted into a sneer. "Aw, did the bad man hurt your feewings?" she said, in a mocking tone as if talking to a child. "I promise you, I'm going to hurt you a hell of a lot more than that!"
 
Asako bristled and narrowed her eyes at the other woman. "You'll try, bitch," she hissed back.
 
Puck handed them both a long, curved knife and took a few steps backward as the two naked MILFs faced off against each other. "Have at it, ladies! Begin!"
 
Janice launched herself at Asako with a harridan shriek, slicing her blade in a series of long arcs. Asako did not even try to parry them; she danced backward, making her boobs bounce tantalizingly, and avoided each blow. As someone who'd studied martial arts in her youth like Kiko did, Asako ascertained after only a few seconds that her opponent was allowing her grief and rage over her daughter's earlier snuffing to guide her blows. Angry opponents were much more easily defeated, even a the greenest novice knew that.
 
Asako leapt backward again to avoid being eviscerated, carefully gauging the way Janice moved and the position of her body, studying her for a pattern she could use to her advantage. It did not take her long to find one; every time Janice struck at her, she tended to overreach and leave herself open to a counterstrike. Asako needed no encouragement to take advantage of it.
 
Janice, red-faced with fury and frustration at her inability to even scratch the Asian woman, snarled like a wildcat and lashed out, trying to rake Asako's face with her fingernails. Asako sidestepped the blow--and then she struck!
 
The Asian MILF grabbed Janice's outstretched arm and bent it back over her shoulder. Janice gasped, the pain driving her to her knees. The few seconds she had left were enough for her to realize she was doomed before Asako took her knife and slashed it across her throat. Blood sprayed in a wide arc, spraying Asako's nude body. Janice collapsed and spent her final moments choking on her own blood before she went limp on the sand.
 
"Well, that was a fight to remember!" Puck said. "I almost feel sorry for poor Janice, but them's the breaks. Well done, Asako!"
 
Asako bowed at the waist, then laughed as Kiko ran over to her and embraced her in a tight hug. "You did even better than I did!" the younger girl said glowingly.
 
"Thank you, Kiko-chan," Asako said, planting a kiss on the top of her dark hair.
 
As they hugged each other, the same guy who'd fucked Asako earlier walked over and seized Janice's body. He dragged it by the arms to a nearby wooden table that was covered with bloodstains, and then another Vore House employee began to swiftly and efficiently chop her body apart. Her arms, legs and torso would be used for predator food, though her head went into a nearby garbage bin.
 
"Moving right along," Puck said, deliberately interrupting the tender moment with a smirk.
"Victoria and Tina, come on up!"
 
The dark-skinned MILF gave Tina a sneer. "About time! You were awful big earlier, insulting my daughter and talking to her like that! Let's see how brave you are when you're up against someone your own size!"
 
"You're not my size," Tina shot back. "You're fat, bitch. You're fucking fat, and you're also a whore. The way you use your body to get cheap rent...you disgust me."
 
All the other contestants gasped, including Sasha, who'd never seen her mother spoken to this way before. Puck only watched with an amused smile.
 
Victoria narrowed her eyes into slits. "Oh, that's it! You're dead!"
 
She didn't even wait for the daggers to be handed out. She launched herself at Tina like a lioness pouncing on a gazelle, her long, acrylic fingernails bared like claws. Victoria bowled the woman over with the force of her charge, carving deep furrows on one side of her face as the two rolled in the bloody sand. They reminded the viewers of a pair of cats with all their spitting and clawing.
 
Tina gasped in pain as she felt blood running down her cheek, but the pain only energized her. She drove her knee into Victoria's middle, causing her to double over and gasp. The ebony MILF staggered, then staggered again as Tina's fist slammed into her face. Once, twice, three times!
 
Victoria tottered, spitting blood from a split lip, one eye rapidly swelling shut. Tina could almost taste victory and advanced on her, enjoying the sight of the other woman's pain.
 
"This is for Taryn!" she snarled, and charged.
 
Victoria reacted quickly. Thinking fast, she threw sand in the other girl's face. Blinded, Tina's hands flew to her eyes, and that was what sealed her fate. Victoria grabbed the bloody dagger that Asako had used to snuff Jillian and plunged it into the other woman's belly. Tina's face went pale and she gasped. Victoria drove the knife in again, then a third and fourth time.
 
Tina staggered, clutching her bleeding middle as blood came out her mouth. She collapsed, bleeding profusely, but Victoria was in no mood to give her a clean death. She took the knife and began sawing at Tina's throat, pinning her down with her knee as she bucked and writhed. Slowly, agonizingly, Victoria cut deeper and deeper, until she reached the spinal cord which she broke with a savage twist of her hands. Tina's head came free, and blood began gushing from her severed neck.
 
"Who's fat now, bitch?" she panted, then tossed the head away.
 
"Damn!" Puck said. "Remind me not to piss her off! That was definitely one for the Vore House history books!"
 
Sasha ran to her mother, heedless of the blood that spattered her, and Victoria embraced her tightly.
 
"I'm not a loser, am I?" Sasha asked quietly.
 
"Not even close," Victoria assured her with a maternal smile.
 
Puck interrupted the heartwarming moment. "Very sweet, I'm sure, but we need to move on to some fresh meat! Let's give it up for Eva--you'll squaring off against Sarah, of course!"
The kindly MILF stepped forward into the ring, nodding pleasantly. Sarah paused, faltering in mid-step, before Josie gave her a gentle push forward. "You've got this," she said. "Just learn from what happened to me when I did it and watch your ass. Literally."
 
 Everyone laughed at her dry humor. Sarah gave a scandalized giggle. Her daughter's kind words gave her courage, and she walked to stand opposite Erica while Puck handed them their knives.
 
"No point wasting time!" he said. "Begin!"
 
Sarah attacked first, which came as something of a surprise since she hadn't shown much aggressiveness before. But Sarah knew that she and her daughter were in the running to win now. They had survived the first three rounds, and if they could get through this one, her chances of getting Josie that scholarship increased exponentially. She had nothing against Erica, but one of them wouldn't leave the ring alive and it might as well be the now-dead Erica's mom. She lashed at Eva with a stab to the belly, but Eva caught her wrist and pushed the knife away. The other MILF followed this up with a kick to Sarah's still-swollen pussy. It connected with an audible smack and Sarah gasped in pain. Eva didn't pause to give her time to collect herself. She pressed the attack, keeping Sarah off-balance as she jabbed and sliced at her, but Sarah rolled out of the way to avoid being eviscerated and stabbed at Eva's ankle. Sarah's blade cut through the Achilles tendon and Eva went down with a scream of surprise and pain, collapsing in a heap.
 
"Sorry about this," Sarah said with an awkward smile. "No hard feelings?"
 
"None," Eva confirmed.
 
Sarah nodded in acceptance of this and promptly stabbed the MILF in the temple, driving her blade through her skull with a sickening crunch. Eva went limp, dead instantly. Blood and brains spilled out onto the sand when Sarah yanked the blade free.
 
"I knew you could do it!" Josie yelled, rushing over to her. "And not a mark on you, either! I'll be going to college in no time at this rate!"
 
"You certainly didn't hold back," Puck confirmed, as the two celebrating meat-girls returned to the rest of their group. "Well done! You're safe for the rest of this round. Now, then, our final match-up this round will be...Helen and Morgan! As was mentioned at the beginning of this round, both these lovely ladies are Vore House employees...and Morgan seems rather salty that Helen got promoted over her recently. Let's let them settle this grudge, eh?"
 
Both MILFs glared at each other, but before they could take their places in the ring, Puck happened to glance over at Amelia, the sole surviving intern from round 2 who'd had a devourer egg showed down her throat. She was on all fours, gasping, her stomach heaving and writhing. Her naked breasts jiggled pleasantly with each spasm that rocked her slender frame.
 
"Actually, hang on a second! We'll get to the match in just a few, but first, it looks like poor Amelia is about to pop! Let's bring her over to join us."
 
Two stage-hand seized the trembling girl by each arm and half-dragged her over to join everyone else. She was unable to stand, so Puck knelt down and placed his mic beneath her chin. "Any final thoughts for us?'
 
"Gluh...glurggh..."
 
"That's what they all say," Puck said drily. "And it looks like we're in for a show in 3...2...1..."
 
Amelia sprang to her feet, hands clasped around her rapidly swelling stomach. She screamed until the sound was lost in a rush of liquid as a stream of blood, bile and a green liquid spewed from her lips. She staggered and nearly lost her footing, but Puck, ever the gentleman, caught her around the waist and held her upright. Then, as everyone watched and the camera drones recorded, a hideous insectoid that vaguely resembled a scorpion burst out of Amelia's stomach in a shower of entrails, blood and shredded flesh. Amelia stared down at both it and the ragged hole it had torn in her belly before her eyes rolled up in her head and she expired. Puck gently closed her eyes with a finger and laid a kiss on her brow before he lowered her to the ground and the newborn insect began to feast heartily on her luscious meat.
 
Puck turned away, ignoring the wet tearing sounds behind him as the thing tore Amelia's body apart. "Well, that was entertaining! Now, where were we? Ah, yes! Helen and Morgan, you're up!"
 
Morgan stepped onto the bloody sand--bloodier now that fresh blood had been spilled upon it--and gave Helen an evil grin. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," she hissed. "Someone should have put you in your place a long time ago!"
Helen wasn't normally a very confrontational person, but Morgan's words got her hackles up.
 
"It's not my fault if I'm better at my job than you are at yours," she retorted. "Dark Enterprises rewards its employees based on merit, and you were found wanting. Maybe if you didn't spend so much time watching Vore House at your desk, you'd have a better performance rating."
 
Morgan's face reddened with anger. "Every day I've been hoping you'd get eaten by that
carnivorous plant in the lobby. Every day I was hoping one of the free range predators in the office would get you. But this? This is so much more satisfying. The fact that I get to send your brat off to be predator food too is an added bonus. Mia was a bright, intelligent girl with her whole future ahead of her, not like your dumb little vore-slut!"
 
She charged at Helen, screeching like a banshee. Helen had been expecting it, but even so she was taken aback by Morgan's ferocity. Even Tina, who'd been consumed by grief over her daughter's snuffing, hadn't been like this. Morgan drove her first squarely into Helen's jaw. There was a jarring crack and Helen screamed, holding the side of her face where the jawbone was clearly broken. She lashed out blindly with her dagger, slashing across Morgan's chest and cutting deep into her right breast and juicy tit. Morgan gasped and blood began to run down her front, but she was undeterred. She grabbed Helen's hair and pulled her head down with vicious force, bringing Helen's face directly into her kneecap. There was a wet crunch and blood sprayed as the blow destroyed Helen's nose. Helen gave a gurgling shriek, and when Morgan pulled her head up again her face was a bloody mess.
 
Helen collapsed to the sand, but Morgan wasn't done with her yet. She ran over to Amelia's now-tattered remains, seized the dead girl's left arm--which was only still attached by a string of sinew--and tore it free. Then, waving it like a sword, she ran back over to Helen and began beating her over the head with the dismembered limb. Only when she ran out of breath did Morgan relent.
 
She tossed Amelia's arm to one side. "Does that count as a victory?" she asked Puck in between ragged breaths.
 
"I'd say so!" Puck said, a telltale eager gleam in his eye. "Sorry, Helen, but it looks like you and your daughter have been eliminated. And you know what that means!"
 
Kitty squealed in fear and excitement. "I get to be meat!"
 
"You both get to be meat," Puck corrected.
 
Kitty ran over to her mother, who was still sprawled where she'd fallen. "I'm sssshory," Helen slurred.
 
"Don't worry," Kitty said brightly, helping her mother to her feet. "You did the best you could! Honestly, seeing some of the other girls get eaten has made me so horny, I was starting to hope I'd be eliminated at some point. Remember, Mom: women like us, we're nothing but nutrients. Meat for the predators. Being able to serve our role as food is the highest honor we could ever aspire to." Tears of joy beaded at the corners of her eyes. "I'm so glad we did this."
 
Helen tried to smile in wordless agreement.
 
"Any preferences on who'd like to go first?" Puck asked.
 
Kitty opened her mouth, clearly intending to volunteer to do just that, but Helen beat her to the punch. "I...I will," she said, albeit with great effort.
 
Puck dipped his head respectfully. "Your courage is commendable. Not many does in your condition would be so willing."
 
Helen just shrugged. Either she had nothing more to say, or the act of talking was too much effort with her injured jaw. She glanced at Kitty, who squeezed her hand.
 
"Anything to say before you go?" Puck asked.
 
Kitty answered in Helen's stead. "Only that I'm so proud of my mom, and I'm glad we made it this far. I hope she enjoys whatever's about to happen to her, and I'll be supporting her the whole way for whatever's left of my life." She gave her mother a gentle nudge. "Go on. Give them a show to remember!"
 
Helen took a hesitant step forward, her eyes darting fearfully as she tried to catch sight of whatever was about to kill and eat her. She didn't have to look long.
 
Helen and even some of the other contestants screamed as a massive T-Rex thundered into view, seemingly from nowhere. It was a terrifying, majestic animal, 15 tons of lethal predatory grace and power. It let out a roar that shook the sky and stomped over to the girl that had been chosen for its next meal.
 
The Rex glared down at her with slitted eyes, and Helen quailed, wondering if her voring was going to be as spectacularly bloody as that of some of the other girls like Katrina and Mary. She did her best to look brave, knowing her daughter was watching. Sarah couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her. She still had her reservations about vore and wasn't a complete convert to meat-ism like Kitty, but there was nothing she could do to avoid being eaten now and all she could do was make the best of it.
 
However, instead of using its teeth and mighty jaws to tear her apart, the Rex began to swallow her whole. Helen yelped in surprise as the Rex opened its mouth and scooped her up with something almost approaching tenderness, holding her by the feet with just enough force to make escape impossible.
 
"Yeah!" Kitty said, pumping her fist. "Go to it, Mom! You've got this!"
 
Helen gave a somewhat strained smile and waved to her.
 
"Try masturbating!" Kitty continued. 'That'll make it even better!"
 
That seemed like good advice, and Kitty knew more about meat-ism than she did, so Helen was happy to follow her guidance. Thus, she began furiously fingering herself, enjoying the warm wetness of the inside of its mouth. The dinosaur began to pleasure her between the thighs with its tongue, and Helen gasped as pleasure roared through her. The dinosaur--genetically engineered by Dark Enterprises--was a master at using its tongue to stimulate feminine pleasure. It was big and thick and covered with little bumps that seemed to caress all her most sensitive areas at once even as it gently pushed its tip into her pussy. Unable to help herself, Helen shrieked as an orgasm rocked her body. the Rex’s tongue was massive and could stimulate multiple parts of the girl at a time.
 
"That's the way!" Kitty laughed. Even some of the other contestants clapped appreciatively. Morgan glared at Puck. "She's not supposed to enjoy it! She's supposed to get torn apart!"
 
Puck spread his arms. "Do I look like Dr. Doolittle to you? I don't control how the predators consume their meat."
 
Morgan folded her arms across her naked chest sourly, but said nothing as she continued to stew.
 
Helen was still crying out in pleasure, tears streaming down her face as the Rex began to suck her into its mouth a little at a time. She'd never known pleasure like this before. Certainly Kitty's father--whose name and face she didn't remember--hadn't made her feel this good when he'd knocked her up at a college party during her senior years. Nor had the small number of lovers she'd taken since.
 
The Rex sucked her into up to her knees, but Helen was past caring. The continued stimulation of her sopping cunt was the only thing she could think of. The camera drones captured the rapturous expression on her face, and Helen even began to toy with her breasts while she continued to finger herself. Another orgasm hit and she bucked and writhed in its throes.
 
Again, the Rex swallowed more of her, up to her hips this time. Kitty laughed and cheered to see it. The only thing better than being meat was being able to watch her mother be meat first. They were going to share an incredible experience together, and could go to their deaths with the knowledge that they'd fulfilled the role nature always intended for them.
 
Helen's breasts flopped most attractively as her upper torso dangled from the Rex's maw. Its teeth were as sharp as steak knives, but it took care not to cut or scratch her as it slurped her up.
 
"Bye mom!" Kitty said, waving a final goodbye. "I'm so glad we did this!"
 
Helen started to say something, but whatever final words she was going to say to her daughter never passed her lips. With a loud, wet slurp, the Rex finished sucking her into its mouth like a spaghetti noodle, and with a single almighty gulp sent Helen sliding down into its stomach. Helen screamed in both fear and pleasure as she slid down its esophagus. It reminded her of a water slide, but the digestive fluids she splashed into were decidedly more lethal. Outside, the drones switched to X-ray vision and began a livestream of Helen's digestion on the official Dark Enterprises website.
 
Helen surfaced with a gasp, feeling a slight, burning tingle all over her body. It wasn't unpleasant or painful, just odd. She looked down at herself and saw that she was still whole, at least for now. There was nothing else to do but wait.
 
As she floated on her back, a curious lethargy began to set in. This was part of the Rex's digestive system, meant to induce docility in its prey. The fluids she'd accidentally swallowed when she'd landed were already starting to have their intended effect.
 
Helen's hand strayed between her legs. She began to flick her engorged clitoris, moaning softly. The pleasure was great but she was also feeling a little tired, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
 
When she woke some hours later, she discovered that her feet and legs below the knee had been entirely stripped of flesh. Helen gawked at the sight, expecting to feel agonizing pain, but she felt nothing. She touched the bones curiously, but again, there was no sensation. She wondered briefly what Kitty would do in this situation and knew the answer at once.
 
Seeking to get as many orgasms as she could before she expired--that's what meat-girls did, right?--she began to masturbate again, though this time there was clearly a purpose to it. Helen fingered herself with all the furious urgency of someone who knew they didn't have much time left, and the aphrodisiacal qualities of the Rex's digestive fluids made reaching the big O much easier. Twice, thrice then four times Helen thrashed and flailed, her face red with passion and sexual bliss. Eventually she passed out from exhaustion and pleasure, and when she woke again the next day, her legs were completely gone and the skin of her stomach was starting to give. Soon, the Rex's stomach acids would start attacking her internal organs.
 
Helen masturbated again, and again, and again. She pleasured herself with a scandalous abandon, and when she woke again, her innards were exposed and had been partially turned to mush, while her breasts were partially dissolved and some of her ribs were showing. Helen could even see half of her slowly beating heart. She knew it wouldn't be long now.
 
She tried to masturbate once more, but her strength and energy were starting to fade rapidly. Soon, she would go into cardiac arrest and fall asleep, never to wake again. Helen lay back, surrendering to it as blackness began to creep in. She could feel her heartbeat growing more and more irregular.
 
"Kitty..." she moaned softly, before her heart finally went still.
 
The dead girl floated lifelessly in the dinosaur's stomach, and the drones ran a time-lapse that allowed the viewers to watch her digestion in fast-forward. Over the following day, her delicious meat was rapidly dissolved for tasty nutrients until nothing but a bleached skeleton remained, and then that too vanished as it sank beneath the surface, there to be gradually rendered down into nothing. In the end, there was no trace of Helen left. Her voring racked up millions of views and was highly appreciated, but aside from that, she was deliberately and completely forgotten by the rest of the world, as befitting meat that had been consumed.
 
Puck gave a low whistle. "Incredible! Just incredible! Helen wasn't one of our most enthusiastic contenders, but she really stepped up to the plate! Kudos to her for giving us all a good show!"
 
Morgan rolled her eyes and sneered. Puck ignored her and turned to Kitty instead. "Anything you'd like to say?"
 
"Yeah!" Kitty laughed. "Can it be my turn yet? Please?"
 
"If you insist!" Puck laughed.
 
Kitty seized him in a tight hug. "Thank you so much for this opportunity! This is all I've ever wanted since I started getting into vore! All I've wanted for years now is to be meat!"
 
Puck nodded and gave her breast a teasing grope. "And you're about to be," he said. "You sure you can handle it?"
 
"I can handle anything you throw at me!" Kitty said confidently. "Whether I'm slowly digested like my mom or torn apart, it makes no difference to me at all."
 
"Your courage is an example to everyone. Now, if you'll follow me?"
 
He led Kitty off to one side, and the drones followed dutifully. They recorded the way Kitty's eyes widened as she saw the enormous glass tank, like an oversized aquarium. "Where did this come from? This wasn't here before."
 
"We brought it in during the commercial break," Puck explained. "Say hello to your predator!"
 
Kitty brought her face close to the huge water tank's transparent wall. It took her a second, but she could see a large, dark shape moving around inside it. It was rapidly growing closer and looked like---
 
Kitty squealed as an enormous great white shark came swimming right past the spot where she was standing, its cold eyes regarding her with predatory hunger. Its mouth was a nightmare of great, triangular-shaped teeth and it cruised by slowly, as if it wanted her to get a complete impression of its size and power.
 
"Is that Bruce?" Kitty squealed. "Bruce the shark? The same one who ate three girls at once during the Swimsuit Special last year, the same one you set loose on that college beach party as an April's Fools Prank for the gag reel on the Dark Enterprises website? The first-ever predator to do a hard voring on live TV? That Bruce?"
 
"The one and only!" Puck laughed.
 
"This is...this is more than I could have hoped for!" Kitty gushed. "Not only do I get to be meat, I get to be meat for one of Vore House's most famous predators? This is a dream come true! Can...can I go ahead and climb inside?'
 
"By all means!"
 
Kitty was starting up the ladder on the side of he tank before Puck had even finished talking. So great was her eagerness to get vored that she all but flung herself into the water, a cry of joy ripping from her throat just before she plunged into the depths.
 
Bruce sensed the presence of fresh prey at once and turned around in a wide, sweeping arc. Kitty saw the massive fish heading toward her and laughed aloud. "It's been real, everyone!" she said, waving to the camera drones overhead. "Hope you all enjoy my voring! And to any girls watching who might be on the fence, you've got to try this! I promise you, there's nothing more fulfilling than being meat!"
 
Bruce struck a heartbeat later. He surged past her, and Kitty felt a wrenching tug on her arm. She looked down at her, only to find that it had been torn from its socket and was now dangling from Bruce's jaws. He swallowed the delicious morsel with evident relish. Kitty, meanwhile, stared in shock at the blood spurting from the ragged stump and then screamed as the pain finally hit, but her happy expression never faltered.
 
The injured teen grasped at the wound, trying in vain to staunch the blood, but it was of no use. Bruce dove while she was distracted, then rocketed up from the depths to tear away one of Kitty's legs, slicking it off below the knee with a bone-shattering crunch. Kitty shrieked, the water around her growing rapidly crimson, and fell over, floating helplessly on the surface. Yet even through the agony of her injuries, she still did her best to look sexy and puffed out her chest a little bit to accentuate the shape and curve of her breasts and nipples.
 
She lost one of those breasts a few moments later when Bruce struck again, sideswiping her and tearing one of her breasts free as he passed by. Blood ran down Kitty's chest, and she felt herself growing cold, the pain growing more remote as blood loss and lethargy began to set in. She lay there, prone and helpless, her once-beautiful body now torn and bloody from the injuries the shark inflicted. Kitty closed her eyes and waited for death, a smile still tugging at her lips.
 
Death was not long in coming. Bruce surged out of the deep with terrifying speed, his gaping maw wide, bits of Kitty-meat still stuck to several of his teeth. He seized Kitty's body in his jaws and bit down with a bone-shattering wet crunch, pulverizing her ribs, spine and internal organs and crushing her skull. Blood sprayed everywhere as Kitty was utterly destroyed, torn and shredded and crushed.
 
Bruce swallowed his meal in a single gulp and returned to the depths without ceremony, leaving only the blood on the water's surface and several bits of torn girl-flesh as the only indication that Kitty had ever been there at all.
 
"That's Bruce for you!" Puck laughed. "He never does things by halves. Now, let's turn to our surviving contestants for some quick post-round commentary."
 
"This was an awesome round!" Sasha said, looking up at her mother proudly. "I never knew you could fight like that. You really showed her!"
 
"You should have met me when I was your age," Victoria laughed. "I was the baddest bitch in my entire high school! I'm just glad we're both safe for now . I must admit though, I'm going to miss Helen. She seemed quite nice and I think we could have been friends."
 
'Kitty was great too," Sasha agreed. "She really helped me, uh, step outside my comfort zone, and I'm going to watch her voring later and take notes. I want to take a closer look at the way Bruce attacked and how he behaved."
 
"Ever the scientist, aren't you, sweetie? Though you've got a quaint way of putting 'fuck a stranger!' Step outside your comfort zone indeed--you were just horny," Victoria smirked.
 
Sasha flushed with embarrassment. "M-mom!"
 
Asako and Kiko were also in high spirits. "I am glad I was able to prevail, especially after Puck's...prank at the beginning of the round." Asako glared at the announcer, who blew her a kiss. "Daniel-san, I hope you are not displeased with me. I love you and I did only what I thought would keep Kiko safe."
 
"Mom, we've been over this," Kiko said softly. "Dad will understand, I know he will."
 
"I hope you are right," Asako said, trying to smile despite the worry in her eyes. "As for Kitty and Helen, they were both very brave. Helen in particular, since she did not embrace meat-ism to the same extent Kitty did. I think she showed great courage."
 
"Kitty was a lot of fun," Kiko agreed. "I think we could all learn some valuable lessons from both her example and that of her mother. I am sincerely sorry they are gone, though I am also grateful we were not eliminated in their place.
 
Josie and Sarah both looked a little shaken by the violence of Kitty's demise. "That was even worse than Katrina and Mary," Josie said, swallowing. "I mean, it was still...sexy in its own way, I guess, but it looked so painful! I hope she wasn't in a lot of pain at the end, at least."
 
"That won't be us," Sarah said firmly, putting an arm around her daughter. "We'll win this and send you to college, just you wait and see."
 
Josie nodded, nudging closer to her mother as the older woman kissed the top of her head.
 
Puck twirled his microphone with a flourish. "And that brings an end to round four, folks! We've got three mother-daughter pairs left, so stay tuned! We're not done yet, not by a long shot--and we'll be right back after these commercial messages!"
 
"Welcome back once again, everyone!" said the announcer, beaming his pleasure for the cameras. "We're back with more of our Vore House Mother-Daughter Special! Last time we saw the demise of Helen and Kitty, and what a demise it was! Those two will be a hard act to follow, but our remaining contestants are determined to measure up! Isn't that right, girls?"
 
 
Asako and Kiko both nodded. The two naked Asian meat-girls looked very optimistic. "That is so, Puck-san," Asako said. "We are very excited and confident that we will make it through this round."
 
 
The sex has been a lot of fun too," Kiko added with a giggle. "Wonder what Puck has cooked up for us this time?"
 
 
"Whatever it is, we will overcome it," Asako assured her. "We will win, and we will go home to Daniel-san, who I'm sure will be overjoyed for us."
 
 
"And if not, well, it's not like he can't replace us," Kiko said, shrugging. Her mother glowered, and she got a bit defensive. "What? I'm just telling it like it is. Dad loves us both, you know that, but he's a handsome guy. If we don't make it off here he won't have much trouble finding a new wife to bear him another kid."
 
 
"That does not mean I like to think about it," Asako huffed, folding her arms over her bare breasts.
 
Victoria and Sasha, the two dark-skinned Nubian beauties, seemed confident as well. "It's really getting down to the wire, huh?" Victoria asked. "Only three pairs left. All we've got to do is make it through a few more rounds and we're home free!"
 
"This whole experience has been a fascinating opportunity to study vore more closely," Sasha added, clutching a spiral notebook close to her boobs. "I've taken lots of notes on the vorings of some of the other girls, and I can't wait to use them in a research paper for my biology class."
 
"Not to mention showing off that banging body of yours!" laughed her mother, enjoying the embarrassed look on her daughter's face.
 
Josie and Sarah both looked a little more nervous than they had last time. "We're glad we've both made it thus far," Sarah said, trying to put on a brave face. "But with only three pairs of us left, the odds for elimination get higher. What if--"
 
"Don't think like that, Mom," Josie said, giving the older woman a reassuring squeeze on the arm. "We're going to sail through this round just like all the others, and then I'm going to go to college on that scholarship just like we talked about."
 
"Of course, sweetie." Sarah seemed comforted by her daughter's words. "Sorry for being a Debbie Downer."
 
"I'd be shocked if you weren't at least a little worried. I am, too. But the only out now is forward."
 
"Well put!" Puck agreed. "And seeing as there's no reason to keep you lovely ladies waiting in suspense, I think I'll go ahead and fill you in on what this round's challenge will be! Morgan, would you come over here, please?"
 
Morgan, the spiteful, bitter coworker of the now-deceased Helen and the mother of one of the interns that had been snuffed early on in the show, walked over with a triumphant sneer still on her face. "What?"
 
"I'm very glad you stuck around, because we're going to need your help," Puck told her. He turned to the other contestants. "This round will be very simple: a good old-fashioned archery contest! One member of each team will be given three shots. If you hit the target, you're safe from elimination. Miss, and...well, you know the rules by now!"
 
"Do we have to hit the bull's-eye?" Sasha asked.
 
"No, anywhere on the target will do," Puck assured her. "We're not perfectionists!"
 
"Thank God." The meat-girl looked profoundly relieved.
 
"Where is the target?" asked Asako. "With greatest respect, Puck-san, I do not see anything to shoot at."
 
"Yes, you do! You just don't know it. That's because..." Puck paused dramatically. "You're going to be aiming at Morgan here!"
 
Morgan's eyes widened and her face went chalk-white. "WHAT?! What are you talking about? This wasn't the deal! You said I could come on the show to put that bitch Helen in her place, not this!"
 
Puck gave her a dark grin. "Yes. I said you could come on the show. I never said anything about you leaving it. You really should have read the fine print, my dear."
 
Kiko's normally-cheerful face split into a vengeful grin. Kitty had been her friend, as far as such things went on shows like Vore House. "I'm going to enjoy this," she all but purred.
 
"Me too," Sasha said. "Somewhere, Kitty's probably laughing her ass off."
 
"Wait, no!" Morgan cried, her rising panic clear to all. She looked from side to side frantically, as if hoping someone would save her, but the only people who came were a pair of uniformed Vore House employees. Morgan shrieked as they seized her by the arms and began to drag her toward a thick wooden pole sticking out of the grass. A pair of manacles had been nailed to it, and the surviving does watched in satisfaction as she was forced into the shackles, screaming and writhing all the while.
 
"NO! NO, PLEASE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
 
Puck winked cheekily. "I think I just did."
 
Morgan continue to thrash and scream, snot running from her nose and tears smearing the makeup she wore, so that she looked like an unkept mess. A bow and quiver containing three arrows with wickedly barbed, razor sharp points was handed out to each pair of contestants, who formed a line in front of the helpless, sobbing woman.
 
"Who'd like to go first?" asked Puck. "Asako and Kiko, perhaps?"
 
Sasha cleared her throat. "If it's all right with everyone else, my mom and I would like to go first."
 
Puck gave her a genial smile. "Certainly," he said, giving her a pat on the ass as she stepped forward. Sasha yelped, to the hilarity of all present. "Give your new boyfriend Jake back home something to brag about," the announcer encouraged her.
 
The image of Jake's smiling face flashed through Sasha's mind, firming up her determination to win this round and survive. She wanted to see him again and be his girlfriend, but that would only happen if she was able to land an arrow into Morgan's luscious body. So be it.
 
"We can begin whenever you're ready!" Puck said.
 
Sasha nodded, trying to calm her racing heart. She had no experience in archery; what she knew about it came from watching movies like Lord of the Rings. Her lovely face squinched up in concentration as she carefully knocked an arrow, the way she'd seen Legolas do it, and drew it back until the fletching was almost by her ear.
 
Morgan, seeing this, begged and pleaded pathetically. Sasha felt her lip curl in contempt. The older woman was just a cowardly bully underneath all the spite and sarcasm. She was a jealous, petty woman who'd been willing to condemn both Helen and Kitty to death in order to climb the corporate ladder and achieve a promotion she'd always wanted but could never earn on her own merit.
 
"I used to have my lunch money stolen by people like you," she said calmly, and loosed her arrow at Morgan's midsection. The shot, while carefully aimed, did not hit the target exactly. Instead of thudding into Morgan's tummy, it dipped in flight and plunged into her upper thigh instead. Morgan stared at the shaft, as if unable to comprehend what had happened, then threw back her head and shrieked in pain while blood poured from the wound.
 
Puck clapped politely, as did the rest of the contenders. For a rank amateur, Sasha had done well.
 
"Well," said the announcer. "She certainly felt that! Well done to Sasha and Victoria! You'll be a hard act to follow, I'm sure. Josie and Sarah, would you like to go next?"
 
Josie looked at her mother and shrugged a little helplessly. "Sure. At least then we can get it out of the way."
 
"Would it be all right if I did it?" Sarah asked. "You've put yourself out there so many times, it's only fair that I do it this time."
 
"Sure," said Josie, giving her a tender embrace. "You'll do great."
 
Sarah nodded and stepped up to the firing spot. "I am sorry about this," she said to Morgan, though the other woman barely heard her over the sound of her agonized sobs. "I'll do my best to end your suffering quickly."
 
 
"Better than she deserves," muttered Sasha. Kiko, standing next to her nodded agreement.
 
Sasha ignored them and nocked her arrow, trying to recall what little she knew about archery. The muscles in her arm quickly began to burn from the strain of holding back the bowstring, and she loosed the shot without even meaning to. It flew wide, missing Morgan by a mile and thudding into the grass some distance away.
 
"You can do this, Mom!" Josie called encouragement. "Don't overthink it!"
 
Sarah gave her only child a warm smile. Such a sweet girl she was. She loaded another arrow, aimed more carefully this time, and fired. This shot too missed the mark, but not by nearly as much. Sarah bit her lip as anxiety began to gnaw at her. If she missed the next shot...
 
She shook her head, banishing such thoughts. There was no use worrying now, not while they still had a chance. With a deep breath that made her ample bosom jiggle, she loaded her third and final arrow, drew it back and fired in one smooth motion.
 
This time, the shot found its mark. It sailed in a tight arc and plunged right into Morgan's left breast, sinking up to its fletching and hitting her large tit like a bull's-eye. Everyone watching erupted in a round of applause, while Morgan's screech of excruciation rapidly dwindled into an agonized gurgle as blood poured from her mouth. She sagged, her movements starting to grow feeble.
 
Last to go were Asako and Kiko. The two Asian does seemed to brim with confidence, and Kiko didn't hesitate to step forward. "I'll go!" she said, beaming. "I am eager to show Dad that I am just as skilled with the bow as I am with the sword."
 
"You seem very confident," Puck noted.
 
"Of course! Bushido teaches that the key to success lies in the belief in victory," Kiko replied with a wink. "Mom's always made sure that I was educated in such things--a way to keep in touch with my heritage and all that. I intend to put it to good use now."
 
"Don't let me stop you!" the handsome young announcer winked. "Show us how it's done, then!"
 
"With pleasure!" the young girl chirped. She waved at the drones as she took up her bow and nocked the first arrow into it. "This one's for you, Dad!"
 
She let the arrow fly. It was a beautiful shot. Her posture was flawless, her technique almost perfect.
 
None of it mattered. The shot missed.
 
Kiko blinked in surprise, but laughed it off. "No worries! Still two to go. Don't worry, Mom!"
 
"I'm not worried at all, sweetie!" Asako called back.
 
Kiko squared her shoulders and sharpened her focus. This time, when she drew the arrow back, she took her time. She regulated her breathing, timed releasing the shaft until the breath finished leaving her lungs, and aimed carefully.
 
The arrow missed, sailing over Morgan's head.
 
"What the--?" Kiko's cheerful expression morphed into frustration and worry. "How is this possible?"
 
"Perhaps you're not as good as you think," Puck drawled.
 
Kiko glared at him. "I'll show you good!" she shouted, snatching her last arrow.
 
Her haste to prove herself proved to be both her undoing and Asako's. Kiko's shot went wide, to the astonishment of all present. The girl blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend what had happened, then turned pale as the reality and gravity of the situation began to sink in.
 
"Welp, I think we know who's not going home to Daddy!" Puck said with a smug grin. "Sorry, Kiko. You and your mother both did well to make this far, but I'm afraid this is where you get off the ride we call life!"
 
Kiko's eyes began to brim with tears. She turned away, unable to face the cameras, but found her mother there to pull her into a tight embrace.
 
"Mom, I'm so sorry," the girl wept. "I have dishonored us and our family, I've--"
 
"Shhhh." Asako stroked her daughter's dark hair and spoke soothingly to her. "You gave it your best effort, Kiko. You tried your hardest, and as Puck-san said, we did well--very well--to even last this long. Most girls who come onto the show don't. We both knew what could happen to us when we signed up. And even though this isn't what I wanted for us, I'm glad we did it. I have had so much fun with you, my daughter. I feel we have grown much closer. All that remains for us now is to greet our fates with honor and dignity, and give everyone watching a good show."
 
"Like Mary and Katrina." Kiko said, wiping her eyes.
 
"Like Mary and Katrina," Asako confirmed. She turned her daughter round so they both faced Puck. "We are ready," the Asian MILF said simply.
 
Puck inclined his head a little. "Anything to say before we send you off?"
 
"Yes." Asako looked right at the camera drones. "Daniel-san, I know you're watching, and I hope you won't be too upset no matter what's about to happen to us. Whether we are digested slowly or torn apart, we knew the risks and accepted them. We love you and I know you will quickly find a beautiful woman to take my place as your wife and bear you many more healthy offspring. Please be happy and forget about us."
 
Kiko waved. She was no longer weeping and was clearly doing her best to be brave and look sexy. "It's been real, Dad."
 
"Yes, yes," Puck said, a little impatiently. "Very heartwarming." He pointed at a spot on the grass where a pair of large metal lids as large as sewer grates could be seen. "Please stand directly over those with your legs spread."
 
"Are we to be fucked?" Asako asked curiously.
 
Puck waggled his eyebrows. "In a manner."
 
Intrigued, the two doomed women followed Puck's directions like good, submissive does and stood over the grates, splaying their legs wide and displaying their pussies to the hungry eyes of millions of viewers. Asako clutched Kiko's hand tightly.
 
"Courage," she whispered. "Courage and honor, Kiko."
 
Kiko sucked in a breath. "Y-yes."
 
Then, before their eyes, the lids began to creak open. For a moment, Asako feared that they were about to become food for some giant, hideous insect, but instead, what emerged from the two grates were a pair of thick, slimy, barbed tentacles. They were a shade of green so dark that it looked almost black, and they were lined with huge suckers ringed with sharp teeth. They writhed and thrashed for a moment, then both girls yelped as their respective tentacles seized them and began wrapping around their left legs, travelling up their bodies toward their exposed, glistening cunts.
 
They penetrated both mother and daughter at the exact same moment, plunging into them and filling them more completely than any cock ever had. Kiko shrieked as an involuntary orgasm wracked her body, while all Asako could do was moan helplessly, fingering herself as she felt the tentacle travel further upward inside her. The tentacles penetrated deeper and deeper until they reached the entrances of their wombs, pausing for only a second before plunging through them and penetrating the walls beyond. The cries of Asako and Kiko became tinged with agony even as their sexual ecstasy continued unabated, and they bucked and writhed, now fully impaled. The tentacles could clearly be seen writhing inside them as it pushed past or through their stomach and vital organs, heedless of the damage they wrought along the way. Blood began to seep down their legs and inner thighs, first in trickles then in ever-thickening flows.
 
It was simultaneously the most painful and most pleasurable thing the two Asian does had ever experienced. They could not escape, and would not have wanted to even if they could. Instead, they threw their heads back and screamed at the top of their lungs, the veins in their necks bulging with the force of their climaxes.
 
The tentacles impaled them further, moving past ribs and hearts. Then, in a final stunning finale, both Kiko and Asako threw their heads back. They gagged and retched, their eyes bulging, and then, with a loud wet crack, the now-bloody tentacles forced burst from their mouths amidst sprays of crimson red. The two meat-girls, still hand-in-hand, went limp and expired at the exact same time, the light leaving their eyes as they rolled up in their sockets.
 
Whatever monster the tentacles belonged to must have sensed their expiration, for it began drawing them downward through the grates to feed on their delicious meat. Kiko fit through the hole without much trouble, but Asako was larger and taller than her daughter, so the tentacle she was spitted upon had to force her through it. The dead MILF's bones broke with audible cracks and her body was torn and mangled before her remains were finally forced through the hole and out of sight. There was a loud crunch, then another, and then all was silent. The only traces left of Asako and her daughter Kiko were the bloodstains they left behind.
 
Morgan, meanwhile, had expired from her wounds at some point just before or during the girls' voring. Her dead body hung lifelessly from her chains, and at a signal from Puck, two Vore House staffers took her body down and began to drag it unceremoniously away. It was a fitting end for such an unpleasant individual.
 
"That was probably one of the sexist vorings I've ever seen!" Puck said, fanning himself dramatically. "My goodness, I felt hot just watching it! What do you think, girls?"
 
Sasha and Victoria had very different reactions. Sasha was scribbling in her notebook, while Victoria was sitting on the grass and masturbating.
 
"Fascinating!" Sasha said without looking up. "What sort of creature was that? I've never seen it on Vore House before? Was it some sort of giant octopus, genetically modified by Dark Enterprises to survive on land? Or was it something else? I wish we could get a better look at it!"
 
"Says you," Victoria said, squealing as she made herself cum with a squirt of pussy juice. "God, that was so fucking hot! Honestly, I don't think I'd mind getting eaten if I could go out like that!"
 
"You're...kind of a slut, mom, you know that?" Sasha said with an embarrassed chuckle.
 
"Yes," her mother said proudly. "Yes, I am."
 
Josie looked both intrigued and a little intimidated. "I'm...kinda with Sasha on this one. I'd be interested to learn more about that mysterious creature. Does it always trap and consume its prey by impaling them through the vagina? How does its digestive work? I bet I could write a paper on it when I apply for my degree."
 
"Don't worry, dear," Sarah said. "We've seen so much already, I'm sure you've already got plenty of material. I can't wait for you to start sending off application when we get back!"
 
"If you get back" Puck corrected, butting in mischievously. "And that's not guaranteed just yet! We're down to just two mother-daughter pairs, but there can only be one winner here on Vore House! Don't go anywhere, folks--we'll be right back!"
 
"Hello everyone!" Puck said, taking a short bow as the spherical floating camera drones swirled around him. "Welcome back, for the final time, to the Vore House Mother-Daughter special! I've been doing this for quite some time, but I must say that this episode of Vore House was riveting even by my standards! We started out the show with six pairs of lovely contestants, and now we're down to only two. True, we lost a number of our interns and our lovely guest Morgan along the way, but here at Vore House that's all part of the fun! Let's recap, shall we?"
 
A brief musical montage set to the 1812 Overture began to play, showing the all the now-dead contestants who'd been eliminated in previous rounds getting fucked and vored at various times, interspersed with scenes of Vore House Interns and the bitch Morgan getting snuffed. It was a glorious display of all that was great about the show, and seemed to end all too soon.
 
"And now, let's go one more time to our remaining contestants and get their thoughts before we begin the final round," Puck continued. "Ladies?"
 
Sasha and Victoria, the gorgeous pair of African American bombshells, went first. Victoria was getting fucked by a young male Vore House employee doggystyle on the grass, while her young daughter Sasha was sitting cross-legged next to her. Sasha looked a little embarrassed, though she had no reason to be; she herself had been fucked on camera during the show. "I'm really nervous," she admitted, when Puck put the microphone under her chin. "We've come so far, and soon I'm going to find out if I'm ever going home or if Mom and I are both going to die."
 
"Don't...worry about it, sweetheart..." Victoria grunted. 'Just think...what a sexy vore model you'll be...if you get eaten! Ooooh!"
 
Her face scrunched up as she climaxed and her fuck-buddy grunted, driving into her and filling her pussy with his cum. It gushed and dripped out of her when he withdrew, and Victoria fell sluggishly onto one side. "I'm honestly okay with anything that happens," she admitted, rising to a sitting position. "Of course I love my little girl and I'd prefer to see her live, but it's like I said at the beginning of the show: in today's vore-centered society, a girl doesn't get ahead by using her head--she gets ahead by giving it and looking hot as fuck." Her hand strayed to her pussy, scooping out some cum and holding it up to the camera with a lascivious wink.
 
Sasha gave a good-natured sigh. "Were you this slutty when you were my age?"
 
"You know it!" her mother laughed.
 
Next were Josie and Sarah. "I'm really glad we've made it this far," Josie said sincerely.
 
 
"Not entirely without a scratch, though," Puck pointed out, nodding at the wound on the pear-shaped young woman's luscious rear.
 
 
"No," Josie admitted. "It still hurts like hell. But compared to what happened to some of the other girls, I've been really lucky. I don't just mean the vorings, either. Remember when Kiko got bit by that spider?" she shuddered.
 
"You nervous?" Puck asked.
 
"Fucking terrified," Josie admitted. "I'm only eighteen. I've got my whole life ahead of me, just like Kitty and Kiko and all the other girls did. I want to live and go to college and study gastroenterology like I've always wanted. Sasha and Victoria are both really nice, but only one of us is walking out of here so I can't afford to hold back."
 
"You've come quite a long way, Josie. You were so nervous when you first came on the show, and now look at you--so driven and competitive! It's like you're channeling poor Katrina!"
 
"I hope not," Josie said, remember what had happened to the girl who'd been eliminated in the first round.
 
"Me either," said Sarah. The deliciously thick MILF was as naked as her daughter, and just as hot in her own way. "This has been a lot of fun, but I'm ready to go home once it's over."
 
"Assuming you win," Puck said.
 
"Assuming we win," Sarah confirmed. "If we don't, well...we played a good game and we did well to get this far. If Sasha and Victoria wind up winning, it will be because they won fair and square."
 
"And you don't have any regrets about coming on the show?"
 
Sarah shrugged, a little sadly. "I didn't have much choice; it was the only I could think of to get the money Josie needs for college in time for her to enroll in the fall."
 
Puck gave her a pat on the back. "I appreciate your honesty, and I'm sure the audience does as well! Now, would you like to see what challenge you'll be facing, all for the multi-million dollar prize?"
 
"Of course!" Victoria said, giving Sasha a high-five. "Bring it on, Puck!"
 
 
"As you wish!" Puck waved an arm grandly. "If you'll follow me, please, meat-girls. Right this way."
 
He led the four surviving women over to what looked like a large, square-shaped pit of thick mud. A very large, long wooden log was suspended several feet above it by a pair of chains attached to thick metal poles on either side of the pit. As Puck and the girls approached, the mud shifted and moved. The drones caught a glimpse of something pink and wet squirming within.
 
"Your final challenge, and the one that will decide the winner, will be some good old-fashioned mud-wrestling!" Puck announced. "The way it works is very straightforward: the daughters from each team will sit, stand or straddle atop the log and attempt to knock the other girl off any way you can. No restrictions, girls: anything goes! Whoever gets knocked off first loses and both members of the losing team go straight into the stomach of a lucky predator!"
 
"That won't be any trouble for you, sweetie," Victoria said to Sasha. "I remember how you helped snuff that bitch Morgan in the last round. This will be a cinch!"
 
"Morgan was tied up and wasn't able to fight back," Sasha pointed out, a little nervously. "This is a whole other ballgame, Mom."
 
"If it makes you feel any better," said Josie, "this isn't really my thing, either. I hate gym class."
 
"Tell me about it," Sasha said fervently. She stuck out a hand the color of dark chocolate. "Good luck out there."
 
Josie shook it. "Yeah. You too."
 
"Such sportsmanship," Puck said with a melodramatic sigh of admiration. "Now, then, are you ladies ready to get started?"
 
Both girls nodded.
 
"Then take your positions atop the log! Let's get this ball rolling!"
 
Sasha clambered atop the log with cat-like grace. Josie, being a bit more heavyset, needed a few tries before she hauled herself up onto it. The two naked eighteen-year-olds sat directly across from other, dangling precariously over the mud that churned and made wet squelching sounds as the things inside of it squirmed and writhed.
 
"And now, ladies and gentlemen and all the folks back home, the final round of the Vore House Mother-Daughter special! For millions in cash and the chance to go home, these two girls are going to give it their all! In FIVE..."
 
Josie took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.
 
"FOUR!"
 
Sasha's hands clenched and unclenched, gripping the log so tightly her knuckles turned white.
 
"THREE!"
 
Josie thought of everything she'd survived to get this far and how sexy some of the other girls had looked in their last moments. She hoped that, if it came down to it, she would look as appealing.
 
"TWO!"
 
Sasha thought of her new boyfriend back home, whom she'd called on the phone during one of the previous rounds. She wanted, more than anything, to see him again.
 
"ONE!" Puck reached into the pocket of his expensive, stylish blazer and pulled out a white cloth. He tossed it in the air. "GO!"
 
"You've got this, Sasha!" Victoria screamed.
 
Not to be outdone, Josie yelled at the top of her lungs. "Go on, Josie! I believe in you! Knock her into the mud!"
 
Josie smiled at her mother, beaming with pleasure at the older woman's show of support. It almost cost her her life. Sasha lunged forward, fingers reaching to grasp her arms, her hair, anywhere she could get a hold of the other girl. Josie managed to catch her by the wrists and squeezed as hard as she could. Sasha cried out in pain, her balance turning precarious, but rallied and forced Josie to release with a headbutt straight to Josie's face. Josie screamed in pain and her nose made a wet crunching noise as it collapsed, and when Sasha pulled back, the girl's face was a mask of blood.
 
Josie could barely think straight. The pain was incredible, as was the amount of blood that ran down her face. Sasha pressed the advantage her onslaught had granted her, but Josie grabbed her by the check. Josie pulled and twisted as much as she could, causing the dark-skinned girl to shriek in pain. But in doing so, Josie left her midriff undefended and Sasha drove her fist into it as hard as she could. The breath left Josie's lungs in a whoosh, and she almost fell off the log only to catch herself at the last moment and regain her balance. The two girls came to grapple, each trying to outmaneuver the other. They were fighting for survival and they both knew it, so the contest as as bitterly contested as only a life-or-death struggle could be. Josie yanked on Sasha's glossy black hair, and Sasha dug her thumbs into the flesh between Josie's thumb and forefinger.
 
Then, as if by some unspoken agreement, the two girls paused, gasping. They were both the worse for wear, hair messy, exposed naked breasts heaving with each breath. Sasha's left eye was rapidly swelling and turning purple, while Josie was forced to breath through her mouth to compensate for her broken nose.
 
Sarah and Victoria held their breath. They knew that their girls couldn't keep this up forever. Soon, one or the other would be eliminated, and then it would all be over. Even Puck watched intently.
 
They did not have to wait long. The end of the match, and the Mother-Daughter Special, came with surprising suddenness. Sasha lunged at Josie, hoping to knock her sideways and into the pit, but for once the young ebony-skinned science nerd had grossly miscalculated. She over-extended and Josie grabbed her chocolate breasts--the only thing she could think to latch on to--and heaved with all her might.
 
Time seemed to slow as Sasha went sailing off the log, flying almost three feet in the air before landing in the mud with a loud wet squelch. She sank out of sight and for a moment it seemed like that was it for her, but then her head--now completely coated with mud--broke the surface and she emerged, gasping for breath. The mud squelched and made slimy noises as she tried to wipe mud out of her eyes with equally-muddy hands. She was covered head to toe in it, but even so her expression of shock and dawning realization was clearly visible.
 
"Game over," Puck said smugly.
 
"M-mom?" Sasha called thickly. "Mom!?!?"
 
"Right here, baby," Victoria cooed, walking toward the edge of the pit.
 
"I'm sorr--" Sasha began, but Victoria waved her apology away.
 
"Don't apologize. You gave a good account of yourself and this round could have gone either way. I'm proud of you and whatever's about to happen to us, I don't have any regrets at all. I'm glad we did this."
 
Sasha gave a rueful smile. "I guess I'm going to wind up a vore model after all, huh?"
 
"Yes, and I couldn't be prouder of you." Victoria smiled at her fondly. "It's like I said at the beginning of this whole thing: no one remembers women for their brains or accomplishments these days. It's all about our bodies, and you've got a banging one!"
 
Sasha nodded, seeming to take comfort in her mother's words. "So...what's going to happen to me?"
 
Puck's smile widened. "Famous last words."
 
Something moved in the mud, something large and long and thick. Sasha gasped as she felt something rubbery brush against her legs. She, at the tender age of just eighteen, was going to die, and millions of people all over the world were going to watch. She wasn't sure what was stronger: the fear that knowledge elicited, or the arousal between her thighs.
 
"Sorry, Jake," she said quietly, looking up at the camera drones. "I guess we won't be going out after all. Hope you don't take all this too hard-- you're a really cute guy and you deserve to be happy." Then, squaring her shoulders, she prepared to meet her fate.
 
Said fate emerged slowly like a primeval life-form rising from primordial ooze. Sasha gasped to see a huge, pink worm-like creature, twenty-feet long and six feet wide, rising out of the mud to loom high above her. It had no face that she could discern, only a circular mouth rimmed with concentric circular rows of razor-sharp conical teeth. A hissing sound emerged from its maw and she couldn't help whimpering a little. She imagined what those teeth would do to her when they sank into her tender flesh, ripping her to pieces.
 
No such thing happened, however. Instead of clamping its jaws shut around Sasha, the worm closed its mouth just enough to engulf her head and shoulders. It reared back, its body rippling, and started to suck her up like a spaghetti noodle.
 
The inside of the worm's mouth was hot and humid. Sasha's face lit up when she realized that, far from torn limb from limb, she was lucky enough to experience one of Vore House's fabled soft vorings. Everyone present, including Josie who'd scrambled off the log to rejoin her mother the moment the match was over, looked intrigued and even, perhaps, just a little bit guilty.
 
Sasha began to finger herself furiously, using her slender hand to massage her clit and slide her fingers in and out of her pussy. She thought of Jake with every skillful stroke, of their illicit encounter at school, of Jake tearing her panties aside and hiking her uniform skirt up to fuck her in standing doggy. She pictured his face, his touch, the sight of his cock when she got down on her knees to blow him. She thought of the taste of his cum when he came in her mouth, nearly causing her to choke.
 
It was too much. Sasha came with a shriek, her whole body going rigid as spasms of pleasure roared through her. She barely even noticed when the worm swallowed, sucking her in completely and sending her sliding down its slimy esophagus.
 
"Bye, honey!" Victoria called. "See you in a few minutes!"
 
Sasha couldn't hear her and would not have been able to form coherent sentences if she did. She continued frigging herself, furiously trying to make her final hours or days as pleasurable as humanly possible. The drones, using their X-ray camera filter, caught every glorious moment of the once-scholarly girl's descent into a state of depravity that would have made Kitty cheer with approval. Sasha fucked herself until she passed out from exhaustion, and when she woke most of her lower body had been completely dissolved. Some of her organs, including her large and small intestine, were clearly visibly through flesh that was growing more and more translucent as the worm's digestive fluids broke her down for nutrients. She poked them curiously, her scientific, nerdy side reasserting itself, then shrugged and went back to her self-pleasure. Sasha knew that when she fell asleep again, she probably wouldn't wake up.
 
She was right. The young girl's last thought before darkness claimed her was of Jake and her mother, and then, with a final sigh, she slipped into oblivion and life left her. The worm's digestive fluids continue to do their work, and the drones--once again livestreaming the event on the Dark Enterprises website--captured every second of it. In a matter of hours, Sasha's body had been reduced to nothing but a skeleton, and by the end of the second day that was gone as well. In death, Sasha became what she was always meant to be: a true vore-slut. Her voring soon became one of the top ten videos on the Dark Enterprises website, and her face and name were used frequently in advertisements to encourage other girls her age to follow in her footsteps.
 
"No matter how many times I see it, I'm still amazed," Puck commented. "A very sexy voring indeed! How are you feeling Victoria?"
 
Victoria sniffled a little and wiped her eyes, but the smile she gave to the camera drones was sincere. "I'm honestly okay. My daughter went out in style and her voring was definitely a pleasurable one, so I don't have any reason to complain or be sad. I'll miss her, true, but we had such fun together on the show. I can't bring myself to regret that. At the end, Sasha became the sexy, slutty vore model I always knew she was deep down, and I can only hope I give everyone an equally entertaining show."
 
"Are you ready to join her?"
 
"Absolutely." The ebony MILF answered without hesitation. "Sasha was so brave, and the best way to honor her is to be brave too. May I step in the pit?"
 
"By all means." Puck made a show of stepping back to allow her to pass, and Victoria went, calm smiling, to certain death. She walked into the mud pit as if she were walking into the ocean--first the mud was up to her knees, then her waist, then to her neck. It coated and streaked her long hair and made her already-large breasts look even larger as they become caked in it.
 
The worm didn't take long at all to emerge. It had enjoyed its first meal immensely but it was still hungry, and it could sense that this new prey would be every bit as delicious as the first. Victoria grinned up at it, her smile wide and white against the dark mud, and waited to be swallowed whole the way Sasha had been.
 
The worm, however, had other plans in mind. Instead of swallowing Victoria whole, it moved its head and clamped its jaws around her left wrist. Victoria's eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen, and a second later, it did.
 
The worm bit down and gave a savage wrench, tearing off Victoria's chocolate-colored hand and swallowing the delicious morsel with relish. Victoria gaped at the spurting stump where her hand used to be, as if unable to comprehend what was happening, but then the pain hit and she threw back her head and screamed.
 
The worm cared not for the discomfort of its food. Instead, it latched onto her wounded arm and engulfed it up to the elbow. Biting down hard, it crushed the limb before ripping it clean from its socket amidst a crimson spray.
 
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Victoria shrieked. Blood spewed from the injury and poured down the left side of her body. She struggled and kicked--driven on by an animal instinct to escape despite her willingness to be vored--but was unable to move due to the worm's body being coiled around her.
 
The worm moved on to her right leg, latching on and tearing it free with unhurried pleasure. Victoria screamed herself hoarse, though her cries were growing thin now as blood loss started to set in. Her legs had always been a point of pride with her, shapely and toned and sexy, but now they were being torn off her body and devoured like drumsticks. Bleeding now from two major injuries and rapidly going pale, she could do nothing but watch as the worm continued to consume her one delicious piece of meat at a time, like a gingerbread man.
 
The worm finished consuming her leg and then went for one of her large, luscious breasts, clamping its mouth directly on top of her dark brown tit and shaking its head from side to side like a dog with a chew toy. The breast came free in a spray of gore, leaving a red, ragged wound like a dark bleeding eye on the right side of Victoria's chest.
 
Victoria's head lolled. The camera drones focused on her face as her eyes began to grow glassy and unfocused. The pain was incredible, but it was rapidly growing distant, as though she were becoming removed from it. The sexy ebony MILF knew that she wasn't much longer for this world and did her best to smile for all the people she knew were watching.
 
She kept that smile firmly in place as the worm continued to ravage her beautiful body. So delicious had her right breast been that the worm decided to feast upon the left one as well. It made a sound like wet tearing cloth as the worm ripped it off and swallowed it. An involuntary, faint moan escaped Victoria's mouth, a moan that rapidly turned into a breathless cry of agony as the worm lowered its head settled its teeth directly over her midsection.
 
"N-no...regrets...at all..." she managed, just before the worm sank its teeth into her stomach and eviscerated her with a surgeon's skill. Pieces of her shredded innards flew in all directions and long loops os of intestine dangled out of her like macabre party streamers. The worm made a pig-like squeal of delight and began to devour them like relish, using its rows of teeth to burrow deeper and deeper inside her. Victoria twitched and jerked and blood poured from the corner of her mouth.
 
The end finally came when the worm's outermost row of teeth burst from Victoria's back, having all but hollowed her out as it feasted. Victoria's head lolled and more blood flowed from her mouth and over her chin as she died.
 
The worm sensed it the moment she expired and raised its bloody maw from her ravaged abdomen. It fastened its jaws around Victoria's head and bit down hard, crushing her skull with a wet crunch. More blood ran down the dead woman's body, which the worm finished consuming by flicking its head back and tossing it in the air. The last sight the world had of Victoria was of her headless, bleeding, savaged body turning end over end before the worm caught it feet-first in its mouth. Its teeth worked like a cheese grater as it forced the corpse down its gullet, tearing it to shreds and obliterating it utterly. By the time Victoria's remains landed in its stomach, they weren't even recognizable as human.
 
It was a fate any meat-girl would be grateful for. And Victoria, in her final moments, was.
 
"Not quite what she was expecting, I'll wager," Puck said dryly. "But entertaining all the same! And with the conclusion of Victoria's life comes the conclusion of the Vore House Mother-Daughter special! Let's give it up to our lucky winners, Josie and Sarah!"
 
Triumphant music began to play and fireworks began going off, celebrating the end of the show and the triumph of the two women who'd risked it all and won. A Vore House employee came out and handed a ludicrously-oversized check to Puck, who then handed it to Josie and Sarah. Mother and daughter hugged each other fiercely, jumping up and down with joy.
 
"Any parting thoughts or remarks?" Puck asked. "What do you plan on doing with the money?"
 
"Some of it is going to go toward Josie's education, like we always planned," Sarah said, wiping tears of happiness from her eyes. "The rest, I think we'll spend on a nice long vacation, just for the two of us!"
 
 
"Might I recommend the Dark Enterprises tropical resort?" Puck asked. "It's beautiful, it's secluded, and it's got tons of fun, lethal activities for the whole family, including a run through the jungle while being hunted by real-life indigenous cannibals!"
 
"That sounds like lots of fun," Josie said. Then she pumped a fist into the air. There was no shyness to her now, not in this hour of victory. "Let's do it!"
 
"Are you sure, sweetie? It sounds dangerous!"
 
"So did coming on Vore House," Josie pointed out. "And we not only survived, we won! Let's do more stuff like this!"
 
"Er...okay, honey. If that's what will make you happy," Sarah said, her smile growing a little strained as she saw this new side to her daughter.
 
"And with that," Puck said, cutting off whatever else the two girls were going to say, "we come to the end of the Vore House Mother-Daughter special! I've been your host, Puck Goodfellow, and thank you all for watching! And remember: we're always on the hunt for fresh meat here on the show and at our parent company of Dark Enterprises, so if you're interested in coming on the show as a contestant, or if you have some spare daughters, sisters or other female relatives that you'd like to dispose of, you can download an application form off the Dark Enterprises website and submit it via e-mail. Thank you again for watching, and have a great night!"