A commission for Schneeba

Peggy stared wide eyed as Sandra and Roslyn jerked violently in their ovens. She’d never seen anything like it in her life. Maybe she’d been sheltered too much by her daddy when she was younger? Was this what the real world was like outside her gated community? Peggy loved her daddy more than anything… He was rich and influential… he’d even gotten her delisted from the meat lottery permanently. She was sure that if he knew about all of this, he’d have done something to stop them. She’s told that to the SWAT team and the judge and all the guards incessantly… but none of them had listened.
“My daddy will pay you anything you want - just let me go” she begged, but the guard paid her no heed.

Roxy scoffed at the spoiled princess. She’d never had to do it rough in her entire life. If there was one good thing about this entire rotten system, it was that finally the rich were getting eaten, and not just the poor. A little anarchy was finally happening. Getting killed sticking it to the man was about the most punk thing you could possibly do. Still, she didn’t like the look of the huge boiling vats of water that their guard was walking them over towards. She pulled at her chains hard, and tried to punch the guard and run the other way… She would fight for as long as she had breath left. Sadly, the guard took the blow like a champ and just dragged her emo complaining ass over to the contraption that lowered girls into the boiling water. All the while Peggy never stopped whinging.

Strapped into the neckbrace, it lifted the two high in the air, and then slowly lowered the socio-economically stratified pair into the bubbling pools of scalding liquid. Their varied protestations ended as their asses and pussies dipped below the surface and burned in the turbulent water. Roxy and Peggy squealed and squirmed energetically as the lids closed around their necks, trapping them in the pots. Finally the two of them were truly equal. Their bodies and faces turned the same shade of beet red as they wailed and blubbered.

Katie and Megan watched Roxy and Peggy boil with an uneasy interest.
“Mr guard? When are we getting rewarded for informing our radical lecturer… Megan asked “we were promised money for turning them in… The ads online said so.”

“I don’t know anything about money” replied the guard as he brought them to a room with a dangerous looking warning sign that was constantly flashing blue light. “I was just told to bring you two here for your reward.”

Megan covered her mouth in shock as she saw what was going on in the room beyond and realized they had been set up.

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