Grocery Store Visit (casual, asphyxiation, neck break)

Carly lounges naked on the living room couch doing her best to enjoy a lazy Sunday afternoon and ignore the noises from her roommate.

"Grk! Hoh. Fuuuuck! Grrrrrrkaaak!"

Gemma was really getting on her nerves. Almost two full hours she'd been doing this, one hand buried between her legs, the other pulling on the belt looped around her neck.

"Haven't you had enough? You should be careful, I need you around to pay rent." Carly finally complains.

Gemma turns her cumdrunk gaze and frowns in annoyance, "Whatever,  just promise me you won't undo the belt if I go too far."

"Did you hear what I just said? Why would I agree to that?"

"Because the rent won't matter to me if I'm dead."

"That doesn't make sense."

"Just sell my meat, girl, damn!" Gemma snaps. With a glare she yanks the belt and does up the buckle, its so tight it visibly crimps her neck. Her fingers push hard into her wet pussy causing her juices to drip onto the already damp couch cushions.

"Whatever, I'm going to get some groceries," Carly sighs, calling Gemma's bluff by leaving for her bedroom to get dressed. She throws on an oversized hoodie and socks leaving her legs bare and her pussy available if needed by a stranger.

When she returns Gemma hasn't loosened the belt and is struggling to masturbate, her face a deep purple hue. Her furious pace has slowed to a crawl and she sags down the couch onto her side. A low shudder wracks Gemma's body in a final orgasm then she falls completely limp.

That hadn't been a bluff? Or was Gemma testing her believing she'd undo it after specifically being told not to? Carly checks and sure enough the belt is fastened tight. Unless she loosened it herself Gemma was going to snuff it.

"What a bitch," Carly groans, sick and tired of her roommate. With a last annoyed look at her Gemma dying on the couch she slips on her sneakers and slams the door behind her.

A short elevator ride delivers her to the grocery store downstairs straight through the lobby, she doesn't even need to leave the building. The climate controlled air is refreshing on her exposed legs.

Her first stop is the meat section. Among the displays of parted out girls on ice she corners a lady butcher in a blood stained apron and quizzes her on the price of a freshly snuffed 20 year old girl.

"How fresh? Any damage?" the butcher asks.

"Less than five minutes old, strangled to death by her own belt. She was really stupid and annoying though."

The corner of the lady butcher's mouth crooks up. "Thankfully that has nothing to do with the meat quality. And if everything is true she'll probably be worth around $200. I assume you live upstairs? I can get someone to pick up the meat and verify. Are you going to hang around or should I send the payment to your rental account?"

The store has a deal with the building's owner to make it as easy as possible to pay your rent by selling meat to the store. Both male and female renters took advantage of this system. The only issue is...

"$200? That's it?" Carly grimaces.

"Sorry, prices are down due to the Mother's Day cull last week. Our meat locker is full to bursting right now."

Carly believes her. The meat displays around them all have title cards identifying the packaged cuts. All of which are clearly labeled as local moms with varying amounts of kids at home. It's obvious by the cuts of meat. Thick wide hips, plentiful breasts severed on styrofoam plates and saran wrapped, huge juicy thigh steaks aplenty.

"Alright, you can send the money to my rental account," Carly sighs, not wanting to give the butcher a hard time, she was just doing her job.

"If you come back next week I'll be able to pay $450 for your meat," she offers with a consoling smile, "but wait any longer prices will dip again towards the end of the month.  It won't be as bad as today but there's always an oversupply of girls short on rent."

"I appreciate it," Carly tries to be as gracious as possible before turning on her heels and leaving.

One share of the rent was $500. Carly hadn't stopped Gemma from snuffing it because she expected the usual price. Now she was fucked. $300 short on her shoestring budget.

She could always sell herself into slavery. The sale price was about the same as girlmeat but since they obviously had to be alive the Mother's Day cull wouldn't have affected the prices. Three quarters of slaves ended up converted into meat in the first month though so it was a gamble.

That was the nuclear option though. Her more reasonable options included whoring herself out, earning tips at the gloryholes, or enlisting her friends to sell their meat. That was in addition to her full time job.

The obvious solution was to simply find a new roommate, but the landlord was responsible for replacing snuffed tenants and they tended to drag their feet. This wasn't the first time one of Carly's roommates had bit it halfway through the month, and replacements had never arrived sooner than the first of the following month.

She could offer a two week stay in her apartment for $300 but... she'd have an easier time convincing her friends to become meat.

She picks out the cheapest foods on the shelf. Dry spaghetti and a $1 jar of marinara, cans of plain beans, discounted stale bread. Suddenly she was 18 again, recently kicked out of the orphanage and struggling to find a job. Back then she'd stretched $50 for an entire month while taking her chances in a free hostel that let male guests reserve her as a sex toy during the night. She'd make it through now, just like back then.

Her nerves settled, this was doable. When she got home she'd have a nice cup of tea in her now quiet apartment and then see if Gemma had left behind any valuables she could sell. If not then she'd still get the satisfaction of tossing all evidence of Gemma's existence into the trash. The silver lining was quite bright considering she'd never have to listen to her roommate's asphyxiated gasps and wheezes again.

A big dumb smile on her face and head full of juicy, vindictive thoughts she ends up walking straight into a man's wide back.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" she apologizes.

"Hmm? No problem," the man says lightly before his gaze drifts down to her bare legs. He casually lifts her hoodie to check out her clean-shaved mound, "actually, I was just thinking I'd like to drain my balls."

"Oh! Um, no problem," Carly replies, glancing at the woman at his side who looked to be his wife.

"Thanks for helping out," his wife says, "he's been driving me crazy having to repeat myself."

"I get easily distracted when I'm horny," he says, making excuses.

"I know, now go drain your balls in that slut so you can pay attention at lunch with my father. You know how uptight he is."

"Heh, I love you, sweet pea," the man says.

"Love you too..."

Smooch!

It's draining, it really is. Carly gives the couple an unimpressed stare while she waits to be used like a fleshlight.

"Could you take off your sweater?" the wife orders, "he'll cum faster if your tits are out."

With no reason to refuse Carly slips off her hoodie and tosses it in her shopping basket. Her skin gets goosebumps from the casual stares from the other customers passing by.

Without ado the man drops his pants and pushes his cock up from below to fuck her where she stands.

"Hooo," Carly groans. It feels good to get stretched out, she really needed this. His hard thrusts break down the frustration and stress Gemma's absence had caused, replacing the knots of tension with warm bliss. Carly wraps her arms around his neck so she can push her hips against him and help the man get his cock as deep as possible in her tight hole.

"Are you going to cum inside her?" his wife asks, ignoring Carly completely.

"Or what, make a mess on the floor?" The man replies, smiling at Carly as if he expects her to agree.

"Um, you could cum on my sweater?" Carly suggests.

"That's rude," the man says, "I'll just cum inside you."

"No it's fine, really, you can use my sweater," Carly suggests. Risking a pregnancy now would be the worst possible time. Abortion pills were not in the budget.

"Sure sure," the man mumbles, redoubling his efforts to pound Carly's tight pussy.

The force of his hips lifts her upwards so her feet come slightly off the ground. Her nerves sizzle with an electric zip each time he hilts himself with a slam followed by a wonderfully uncomfortable plunging feeling in her womb when he nudges her cervix. His thrusts are harsh enough to make her grunt raggedly as he uses her like a doll.

Being used like this always makes her cum hard, and they finish together, his warm seed shooting against her cervix.

Shooting against her-

"...fuck." Carly groans.

"Whew, that was great, wasn't it?" the man smiles triumphantly, slapping her on the ass.

"Honey, you were supposed to cum on her sweater," his wife scolds. She'd been waiting at the ready with Carly's sweater in her hands all for nothing.

Carly staggers when he suddenly pulls out and releases her. A rush of warmth follows his shaft as he withdraws from her well used cunt and she hurries to clap a hand over her drooling hole, trapping his seed inside and preventing a mess.

"Ah crap, I'll just snuff her then," he says to his wife, neither of them concerned with Carly's opinion.

Not that she could argue with him. Carly knew snuffing her was the sensible decision. Even if she had been able to afford abortion pills he had no reason to trust a random fucktoy in the grocery store.

"Ok, she seems like a nice girl, but we don't need a repeat of what happened with Marlon's daughter when they stayed the weekend."

"Ugh, don't remind me," the man replies, his mood souring visibly, "get on your knees, slut," the man orders, pointing to the floor.

Carly does as he says, kneeling down to rest her bare bum on her sneakers, one hand carefully covering her slit to hold in the man's cum.

"Oh, don't let me forget we need to get chocolate ice cream for my dad," the wife says.

"Yes, dear," he replies. He puts his knee on the base of Carly's neck and lays both hands firmly on her forehead. After deciding her fate their thoughts had immediately returned to the shopping.

"I said we need chocolate ice cream- ah, I'm sorry."

Crunch!

With a heavy pull the man yanks Carly's head back and snaps her neck. The sensations in her body vanish instantly and her throat squeezes shut from being bent so far out of whack. Not that her lungs worked anymore.

She floors rushes towards her as she crumples lifelessly to the floor and immediately starts to fade. Her hearing doesn't last much longer.

The man roughly kicks Carly's crumpled body to the side of the aisle beside her shopping basket so she's not in the way and continues his shopping.

An hour later Carly's headless, gutted carcass hangs beside Gemma's on meat hooks, unrecognizable if not for the ID card pinned to her nipple for when she went on display.