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KITTYSLUT FACTORY

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Part 2

Tymu had never wanted to be a grown-up, and neither did most catboys his age; from the moment they could talk they had all been taught that they were born to be abused and broken before their soft little balls dropped. The oldest kittysluts he'd seen were usually around ten, and he only spotted them at the community snuff parties, when all the men would get together, cook the yummiest smokies, play some card games, and gangbang the "way too old" kitties to death for the fun of it. Tymu's favourite part (besides cleaning off the partygoer's slimy, bloody dicks) was near the end of the parties, when the most resilient hunks of snuffmeat were gurgling and puking up pink-tinted cum, hardly even conscious, their eyes rolling up and tails twitching feebly-- because that was when they'd finally get what they deserved.

He'd seen it done a jillion different ways, but every party they'd find some new technique or variation that kept things fresh and exciting. Sometimes it was as simple as a gunshot, or as complex as a tournament where the little whores would have to prove their devotion to cock in a myriad of humiliating ways. Tymu had never been able to match the adult's creativity in his fantasies... before today, he'd been completely reliant on Daddy and the other men to show him the best and cutest ways to snuff a cumrag like himself out, so he'd always seen the adults as separate creatures entirely, untouched by death or suffering, like gods; he never had the audacity to dream of becoming a grown-up... he couldn't even think like them! The men and the boys were separate, and that was it. One fucked, and the other got fucked. One was born to live as happily as possible, the other born to die as cutely as possible.

He snapped out of it when the Kittyslut Factory came into view.

It was absolutely, positively, jaw-droppingly, cherry-poppingly massive. Tymu was surprised; it didn't even look like a factory... there were no smokestacks, no steel walkways, but instead a sprawling complex of lush gardens, cozy cabins, colorful lodges and buildings, and painted murals depicting the most historical feats of depravity. The legendary toddlerslut Kimi was rendered lovingly on a stone wall nearby, his fur a pure angelic white, towering over the foreman's quarters; he'd only lived to be five years old, but in those five years he made history by being the first cub to take three entire horsecocks up his butt and live on to beg desperately for another to be crammed so far down his throat that the tips touched inside his stomach. They granted his wish.

Tymu was staring dumbly at the mural when he received a vicious slap on the ass, rippling his bubbly butt. He squeaked and fell onto his hands and knees on the grass, and the tatters of his favorite panties fell off. Crestfallen, he reached to pick them up-- but Daddy snatched them first, cramming the cum-smeared ball of fabric past his son's girly lips. Not even to punish him, just because his mouth made for such a useful trash bin.

"Tymu, I know you're a mindless walking cunt, but hurry up," Daddy growled. "I told the foreman I'd be back in a jiffy. Do you know how long a jiffy is? It's a lot fuckin' quicker than this."

Tymu picked up the pace and apologized muffledly, sucking the cum from his panties.

As they skipped the line-ups, he eyed the kittycorpse his father was still dragging along. The plebians they passed also stared at it, though with scowls of envy. Tymu felt brash and stuck his tongue out at them-- finally, he had come up with his own creative snuff method, just like them!-- and a toned doberman near the back of the line shot him a look in return that said "Kid, I'm gonna fucking murder you." Daddy grabbed Tymu by the back of his neck and steered him into the foreman's quarters, laughing. He had a tendency to not give a shit if Tymu was rude to strangers, but likewise he wouldn't stop them if they wanted to rape the little cocktease into the pavement as revenge. Tymu knew that too, so the doberman didn't scare him. In fact, it made his little cockhole shiver with excitement!

The foreman wasn't really a man, it turned out. She was one of the growing number of shemale immigrants and also one of the rarest species: a sheep! Despite being an outsider to this town of men and boys, it was clear she fit in just fine-- because most of the time she didn't fit. Her cock was almost two feet long... while soft.

While Tymu stared dumbstruck at that gargantuan slab of dickmeat hanging between her round thighs, the forewoman...man... uh... the foresheep crossed her arms over her bare tits, making them look even bigger as they squashed up, and stared down at the kittyslut before her.

"So here's the birthday boy," she said, her rumbly voice contrasting with her bright smile. "You're in for a treat today, let me tell ya. You're lucky you have such a hard-working Daddy, little whore. He's really pulled some strings for you. Can you say 'thank you?'"

Tymu flashed her a huge grin, his cheeks bulging with damp panty-fabric, and gave a purr-chirp and a muffled "Thank you, Daddy!" which came out more like "Aaank ooo, aaa-eee!"

The foresheep's smile immediately melted. "Uh oh," she said. "Speaking with your mouth full? That's bad manners, you rude little bitch."

She grabbed her flaccid cock by its base and slapped Tymu hard with it, knocking him right over with the sheer force. His skull bounced against the hardwood floor when he landed. The muscular shemale wasted no time delivering punishment, straddling his little chest and bringing her dickmeat down on him a couple more times for good measure, bruising his features and making his eyes water with pain as he squeaked pitifully with each impact. By the time she was finished beating his cute little face in with her cock he had a black eye, swollen and puffy, and his nose was bleeding.

She still wasn't finished. Slipping a few fingers into his mouth, she lovingly pushed his panties down, deep inside, the wet fabric clogging his throat-pussy as he struggled involuntarily to swallow it, eyes rolling up and ears folding back. Finally, with one huge gulp, Tymu managed to choke them down and suck in a huge breath of air.

"Try it again," she commanded.

"Th... th... thank y... HRRRK--"

He puked all over himself, a thick brown-and-beige mixture littered with cute little half-digested Lucky Charms marshmellows, and he had to work to swallow the panties all over again when they came halfway back up too. His puffy nipples, smooth chest, and bulbous tummy were all slick and shiny now. His fur would be stained for days. The foresheep stood back up and spat on his face, still smiling.

"Thanks," Daddy said as his son lay panting on the floor. "I really haven't had time to get any solid abuse in today. Busy schedule and all, you know. Calls to make, bills to pay, meat to snuff."

"Tell me about it," she replied, wiping her messy hands clean on Tymu's pretty hair. "Anyway. We've pissed around for too long already, I'm sure. Kizzo is gonna be calling me any second, whining: 'Where's the key for the grinders? Can I go home early? Are we gonna make another batch tomor--'"

Daddy put a finger to his lips. "Don't spoil it. I wanna keep _some_parts of the tour a surprise..." He gestured to Tymu, who was slowly coming back to reality, licking puke and blood from his upper lip and cleaning himself off like he'd been trained to do since he was four.

"Gotcha," the foresheep said, opening a door opposite the entrance with a wink. Outside was a beautifully tiled walkway which weaved through a courtyard of fountains and statues.

"Come on, my little babyslut," said Daddy. "Let's start the tour."

Finally in control of his tummy again, eyes locked to the foresheep and shining desperately with the need for praise, Tymu finally choked out: "Th-Thank you, Daddy!"

"Good boy."

~

All of Tymu's senses were tingling with pleasure as they made their way into the heart of the factory. The air was rich with sex, sweaty and musky, with the added bitterness of sewage. The sounds reverberating from every cabin and window were almost always sexual: grunts, deep moans, the adorable high-pitched mewls that only pre-schoolers could make... He marveled at the statues, which got more and more depraved the deeper they went: his favourite was a fountain showing two toddlercunts impaled on the same massive stone cock, which was spouting water from its tip-- no. No, it couldn't be. That wasn't water... Tymu scampered up to the edge of the pool and realized the whole fountain was just pure cum.

"Omigosh. Can I swim? Can I swim in the fountain? Can I?" he asked, spinning around.

"We're not even to the first stop yet," the foresheep laughed. "And no, you can't swim. Your filthy little body will contaminate the supply. That cum is pumped through the whole facility, you know. Grade A+, a perfect mixture milked from the cocks of... well, you'll see."

Daddy lifted up the kittycorpse, which Tymu was shocked to realize he had forgotten about.

"Can I throw this somewhere? It's a pain to carry."

"Just leave it on the grass," the foresheep said. "Someone will come along and get some use out of it, don't worry."

Tymu was almost sad to leave his new friend behind, but the promise of even more wickedness ahead was too alluring to pass up. Daddy chucked the worthless thing away. They moved on, and soon approached the biggest lodge in sight. A sign above the door read INTAKE.

_ _ The inside was closer to a true factory, yet still reminiscent of a luxurious mansion. The carpet was a deep red and soft as a newborn's fur between Tymu's little pawtoes. People crowded around several stations, some working, some watching, still others casually fucking any hole available with no regard for their surroundings. On one end of the room a conveyor belt ran by, studded with knotted dildos at intervals; some of them were lodged deeply in tiny catboy asses, still others gaping the jaws of kitties who had been shoved on upside-down. The belt ran up to the second floor balcony, where it disappeared into the wall.

Tymu almost fell over with excitement. "Woaaaaahhh!!! This place is sooo big!"

Daddy picked him up so he could see over the crowd, casually slipping a few fingers up his pussy in the process. He could feel his son purring heavily from inside.

"So, this is Intake," said the foresheep. "This is where folks sell off their spare or used sluts, and where our suppliers drop off the primo bitches. That stupid tiger arguing with the delivery guys over there is Kizzo. OI! KIZZO! MEET THE BIRTHDAY BOY!"

The tiger punctuated an unheard sentence with a firm point of his clawed finger, then hitched a look of annoyance on his face and came over. "What do you want, Mera? Jeez, I'm busy. You said you were gonna handle the tour!"

"I am handling it," she snapped back, giving Tymu's nuts a squeeze just to make it literal. He mewled hard. "You have enough time to come over and say hi, for fuck's sake."

"Well-- alright, fine. Hi," said Kizzo, looking Tymu up and down. He had to stop for a moment as his cock hardened at the sight of the puke-coated catboy, smiling like crazy through his brand new bruises.

"He's... uh... pretty cute, isn't he?" Kizzo gulped.

"Thank you," Tymu said politely. All the excitement had made him want to be on his best behaviour. He was already seeing out of just one eye... any more damage and he might miss out on the best parts! Daddy laughed at the sudden obedience and crammed two more fingers up his butt, bringing the total to four and making his son squirm a little harder.

Mera the foresheep smirked at the smitten tiger. "Well, there's our hi. Since you're so busy, we'll get on with the tour and leave you alone. Go have fun with the delivery guys. Who is that? The prick from Kitties 4 Cash? Those fuckin' swindlers... make sure you don't go higher than four bucks for the lot. Those greasy street tramps they bring in are barely worth twenty-five cents a piece."

Kizzo looked a little disappointed now that he knew what he was missing, but he gave Tymu a soft kiss on the lips, working his tongue into the seven-year-old's mouth, and slapped him playfully on the tummy for good measure and went grudgingly back to work. "Four bucks, and that's final," he said. The delivery guys went into uproar, shouting counter-offers right back at him.

Daddy dropped Tymu unceremoniously as he left. He landed sideways with a thump on the carpeted floor, but jumped right back up and followed them through a little side-door, and then down a hall.

Mera led them to an elevator, jamming a thumb on the button for the second floor. Tymu noticed that the numbers went into the negatives, all the way down to -5... there was a basement to this place, and he could bet it was absolutely massive.

The next room was labelled PROCESSING and had a thick locked door. "This is where we sort the snuffable kitties from the snuffed," she explained, pulling out a set of dick-shaped keys (Tymu giggled and his father rolled his eyes) and unlocking it. It swung open to reveal...

The conveyor belt, which was dropping every piece of boymeat into a giant, whirlpooling tub of murky red liquid. The broken, used-up corpses would slip off their dildos with a *pop* and splash into it, sinking under the surface, while the still-kicking kittysluts fell in and immediately started doggy paddling, struggling against the pull of the whirlpool until they could finally grab onto the edge of the tub and hoist themselves out onto a bigger conveyor belt below, which was coated with the shredded remains of kittyflesh. Some of them hung around at the edge, nervous, but if they stayed too long the workers would come over and push them back into the whirlpool, laughing.

Tymu was mesmerized.

"So," Mera said, "It's basically a blender. The more... immobile pieces of meat sink down to the bottom of the tub, where some wicked blades grind them into kittymush. Sometimes you get a whore who is just too weak or stupid to swim out, and they die too, but oh well. That's how we weed out the duds. They gotta be resilient for what comes next, you know. Oh, and all this meat goes out to Shipping, where we sell it to restaurants and grocery stores and all that shit, the usual."

Tymu blinked. "Wuh?"

"Wait..." she said. An evil grin spread across her face. "You didn't know all the meat in this town came from your cute little friends?"

Tymu looked up at Daddy, who shared the same grin. "I thought it was more fun to watch you gulp down the smokies and burgers without knowing," he said.

Tymu blushed, contemplating the catboys as they tumbled into the tub. How much more was he unaware of? He marvelled at his own stupidity, realizing once again that he was truly just a dumb little fucksleeve... it never even crossed his mind that he'd been lied to, he thought of it more like he'd failed to see the obvious. Of course their flesh wouldn't just be thrown in the trash-- especially when it was so tasty!

They followed the belt out of that room into a massive maze of belts titled SORTING.

"Alright, after this we'll take a little break. You doin' okay, Sorel? You haven't said anything for a while," she said.

Tymu looked to his father, who seemed miles away. "Oh, no, I'm fine. It's just, after you see it so many times it gets a little boring, yeah? What I'm really excited for is coming later." He leaned down and winked at Tymu, tugging on the cutie's hard little cocklet. "I think we both are."

The seven-year-old stood on his tippy-toes and kissed Daddy on the mouth, trying to put as much love into it as he possibly could. Mera looked on and smiled at the pair, wishing she hadn't choked her last son out quite so soon... but that was okay. As both the adults knew very well, the supply of abuse-able cocksocks in this town was almost infinite... and the reason for that lay on the second floor of the basement-- the very next stop after this one!

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