Dolcettes

The Hilltop Restaurant

 

Shortly after a fair, Joey and Linda were recruited by an exclusive dinner club. The couple was invited to lunch, by the owner, at which time he and Linda

would be shown the operation and allowed to partake in any

and all of the pleasures and activities on offer.

 

Meeting the Marquis

Joey and Linda drove to the estate at the edge of town, on which the Hilltop Restaurant was located. The area was sparsely populated which allowed for privacy and security. In addition, the main buildings were surrounded by a formidable stone fence.

As Joey drove up to the main house, he was impressed by immaculate grounds and the majesty of the main house. At the house, Joey and Linda were greeted by a handsome middle-aged gentleman who introduced himself as the owner and manager of the establishment. The Marquis, as he like to be called, asked if the couple would like a tour of the operation, prior to enjoying a memorable repast in the dinning room. Of course the invitation was quickly accepted.

Joey and Linda were led to the main viewing, inspection and selection area where their attention immediately focused on six beautiful young women. Three were blondes, two brunettes and the third was a striking redhead. The girls were adorned in frilly lingerie, which drew attention to and emphasized their impressive sexual attributes. As they approached Linda noticed discrete cards bearing names and brief descriptions of the girls.

Sophia (an elegant looking blonde with long straight hair, a voluptuous shapely body with medium soft breasts and long fleshy legs)

European (Free-Range) – 25 years old – 126 lbs.

Bella (a brunette with medium length dark straight hair, plump full breasts with large nipples and heavy shapely rump)

Raised locally – 20 years old – 130 lbs.

Justine (a Latin with soft features, long auburn hair curled lushly, petite, plump slightly overweight body with full firm breast and ass)

Exotic Meat (Plump & Juicy) – 22 Years old – 116 lbs.

Alana (a slim cute blonde teen with shoulder length hair, pretty fresh face and a lean body with plump full breasts and a wide ass)

Domestic (Young & Tender) – 18 years old – 102 lbs.

Kacey (a petite young brunette with vibrant brown hair, cute wholesome looks and an exquisite body dominated by oversized breasts and a bell shaped waist)

Domestic (Mid west farm stock) – 18 years old – 98 lbs

As Linda gazed at the girls enviously, contemplating how alluring and sexy they were, a group of men approached. A man dressed in a tuxedo apologized to the Marquis for the interruption and after being excused, showed the girls to the casually clad men providing much the same information Linda had read. The two men responded by feeling the girls' bodies, groping their breasts and grabbing their asses. One of the men even stuck a finger up Sophie's cunt; rubbing her vaginal walls and then tasting the juices on his finger while the other sucked on Kacey's nipple and was rewarded with some of her milk. The examination of all the girls continued until both men expressed satisfaction with selections and left to finalize their reservations.

“Two more satisfied customers.” remarked the Marquis.

“Looks like it,” offered Joey “Are they making reservations for tonight's dinner and if so, why did they come this early, to order.

“This is not like any ordinary restaurant,” replied the Marquis. “We encourage our clients to examine our selections, make their culinary wishes known to us well in advance of the meal so that we can offer them the most pleasing, sensual and erotic dinner experience possible. Our clients can even enjoy all the sexual delights our selections have to offer. In fact we encourage our clients to enjoy all our selections, to the utmost. You may have wondered why this Mansion and the surrounding grounds are so huge. In addition to the dinning rooms, this facility offers accommodations and services for our clients to indulge in sexual liaisons and fantasies with all the girls, here. We hope that while you are climaxing to a sumptuous feast of one of our lovelies, the recollection of your sex with her will propel you to new peaks of ecstasy.

We can offer all services of a regular “pleasure house”. We willingly pay a premium for the most beautiful young women and teens available on the market. We train them to perform the most popular sex acts. Since the most popular girls delay their appearance on the menu, they're motivated to please our clients to their utmost ability. Girls unable or unwilling to perform adequately quickly find themselves on the entrée menu. And, since a certain percentage of girls are required, only, for their meat, we can sustain damage to our girls resulting from the more cruel passions.

The chefs tell me that the sex increases the production of natural hormones including Endorphins and estrogen that add new dimensions of flavour to the meat. In the end, when a girl is put on the menu her value as a meat animal is often increased.

By the way, as valued employees of this enterprise, both of you will able to enjoy partaking of these services. In fact, Linda, one of your duties will be in caring for our “best girls”, keeping them productive, well groomed and maintained and at the peak of their sexual prowess. Oh, and by the way, our clients include a number of women and couples.”

Linda blushed, thinking how great it would be to suck the pussies of any of the selections and enjoy wild girl sex with them.

At that moment, two tall muscular buxom blondes dressed in leather tunics, short leather skirts accented by metal decorations and high heeled black Patten leather boots entered. The Marquis greeted Ilsa and Morgaine. “These are two of our Amazon Guards. It's time to take the girls to the kitchen, to be prepared and processed for this evening's festivities. We can follow them into the kitchen and Head Chef Tyler will run you through their procedure.”

Ilsa disconnected the leashes of Sophie's and Kayla's neck restraints from the wall and began to lead to the two girls toward the door. Morgaine did the same with Bella. When Bella didn't more immediately, Morgaine yanked the leash causing Bella to stubble. When Joey asked about the other two girls, the Marquis explained that they were tomorrow's featured entrées and they would remain in that room for clients to examine. Joey and Linda followed the group into the kitchen area, pausing at small wooden cage. Here the girls had their neck restraints removed and the girls were pushed into a cage.

Chef Tyler came over and greeted the Marquis and Joey and Linda. “You're in Chef Tyler's able hands. Linda make sure that the old rogue doesn't convince you to volunteer to be on his menu,” said the Marquis while departing; saying that he would return after the tour of the kitchen.

“The meat girls will be thoroughly cleaned, pleasured and processed for cooking, here.” We'll start with the blonde. She's a special order for a formal dinner party tonight and she has to be in the oven, in short order. The Amazons will undress her and wash her thoroughly. Of course, all her orifices will be given special attention. First a strong douche, then two enemas with gallons of soapy warm water and then her mouth rinsed, teeth brushed and her throat cleansed. Next, the Amazons will pleasure her with dildos and vibrators till she reaches an intense orgasm aided by one or two cunt specialists borrowed from the brothels.” With a twinkle in his eye Chef Tyler turned to Linda and said, “Of course the flavour of the meat is enhanced by orgasms – the more and the more intense, the better”.

“After the cleaning and sex, the Amazons will tenderize the choicest meat cuts with their special combination of massage, beating and whipping. This may seem cruel, but the flavours are intensified by the release of hormones. Also, vibrators will remain inserted in her cunt and ass throughout the tenderizing process. Alcohol will be given, if requested. This will help dull the pain and add addition flavoring.”

“Finally the blonde will be prepared for the oven. She is to be oven roasted whole and intact for table presentation – face, breasts, cunt and ass must all be prominently displayed. She is to be cooked rare to a golden brown with a minimum of skin damage.

Of course, she must be gutted and stuffed, but the wounds of this process should not be evident at presentation. The blonde was selected for her physical beauty – both face and body; therefore presentation will take precedence all other considerations.”

“Any questions?”

“If no, please ask the Amazons to start.”

The Amazons removed Sophie to the cleaning area and for the next few minutes occasional moans and screams were heard through the din of the kitchen.

Chef Tyler had an assistant show the young couple the rest of the kitchen and some of the more impressive tools available to the kitchen staff. “No expense is spared in the preparation of our culinary offerings,” bragged the young female sou chef. “The ovens are large enough to accommodate whole bodies easily and we can make use of microwave or convection cooking to hasten cook times and produce succulent moist, golden brown entrées. Special attachments can be inserted into body cavities to provide moist heat which will tenderize the roasts during the long cook times required to fully cook the roasting meat to perfection.”

“We have a spitting machine which can guide a split through the body cavity of a meat girl without damaging her heart and lungs, allowing for live spit roasting. Custom-made attachments are used to secure the limbs so that they cook evenly, with the rest of the torso and don't char or burn; and to protect delicate body parts like the head, cunt and tits from overcooking or being damaged, an ingenious hood attachment allows us to spit roast a whole meat girl including the fully attached head without singeing the meat girl's hair and without obscuring the face and giving the appearance that the hair is uncovered. Our custom-made glass roaster allows us to use microwave heat and or moist or dry convection heat to perfection while allowing the restaurant clientele to observe the meat girl roasting to perfection. Properly utilized the finished product looks so much like a live tanned beauty that our cliental are, often, reticent to begin eating, until a chef starts carving the meat.

And the meat is delicious beyond words.”

“Our meat girl fridge can store freshly killed carcasses and prime cuts at optimum condition ensuring choice A-one viands are always available. The carcasses are from our own stock finishing farm and are usually meat girls that are a problem or met with an unfortunate accident. Badly damaged girls or accidental kills from the brothel are also processed and stored here. However demand is usually greatest for prime cut specialty parts like cunt filets, breasts and rumps. We also have a meat counter open in the restaurants where our cliental can choose the cuts they want prepared for dinner or to take home with them – cooked or uncooked.”

“How many meat girls are processed here on average?'' queried Joey.

“Let's see”, replied the chef, “We usually have a spit roaster and a live entrée meat girl every evening and we run through an additional one or two dressed carcasses and twenty select prime cuts daily. On weekends we offer an additional spit roaster or roaster in the dining room and use about ten more prime cuts. Our party rooms are usually booked every weekend, so that's another two or three premium live meat girls for the roasters or grills. I guess that about twenty live meat girls, ten dressed carcasses and lots of prime cuts.”

“What are the party rooms? Sounds like fun!” asked Linda.

“We have two rooms. One is usually used for sex parties. The room is booked for the afternoon or evening. The group can choose a meat girl to entertain them, usually sexually, and then the meat girl is live spit roasted for them and while watching her slowly cook, they can entertain themselves with a group orgy or by enjoying the delights of the brothel dolcettes. Alcohol, snacks and party favors are made available.

“Party favors?” Linda said with a puzzled look on her face.

“Oh yea. You know. Dildos, vibrators. Even whips and nipple clamps for the more devious.” replied the chef. “But back to business. The other room is for more formal gatherings. Usually, a grand feast revolving around a roasted or spit roasted meat girl with a variety of good food and drink. Often an additional an meat girl is ordered and the kitchen uses her choice body parts for every facet of the feast: the soup, the vegetables, appetizers, entrées, even dessert. That's when we can really show our skills and creativity. I'm sure any meat girl would gladly offer herself if she were able to see and taste the culinary wonders made possible by her body.

“Sounds sumptuous! Almost makes me want to volunteer.” Gushed Linda.

“Thank you for the tour and explanations.”

Sophie Prepared

“I think I hear Sophie being brought back and if it's OK, I would like to see how she is prepared for the oven.” Said Linda.

Joey and Linda turned their attention back to the door and saw Ilsa carrying Sophie in her arms. Sophie was moaning quietly and seemed dazed. Joey let out a gasp at the view of Sophie's incredible lush body. Joey was captivated by Sophie. He studied her greedily; noticing vibrators deeply impaled into Sophie's cunt and anus; their quiet hum in tune with Sophie's moans. The pained vulnerability etched on Sophie's face brought a powerful hard on.

Ilsa was instructed to place Sophie on a long metal table by Chef Tyler. As Joey and Linda approached the table, the chef instructed Ilsa to stay and assist him and Morgaine was told to take Bella away for cleaning and pleasuring.

“Can you help Morgraine with Bella, Linda? “ asked Chef Tyler. “I need Ilsa to assist me. Joey can fill you in on what I do here. I'm sure you'll enjoy playing with Morgaine and Bella.”

Chef Tyler instructed Ilsa to place Sophie into a large oval roasting pan. Joey noticed distress in Sophie's eyes but the beautiful blonde seemed unable resist Ilsa, in any manner. “Sophie's legs have been numbed by the tenderizing process and the alcohol is making her very compliant.” Chimed in Chef Tyler seeming to answer Joey's questions.

“We need to figure out how to place Sophie in the pan, to best show her sexual attributes. Her face, at least one complete breast, her full cunt and some of her ass should be highly visible. And her body should be in a natural posed position.”

The trio spent the next hour manipulating Sophie's body in and out of various positions. A pained expression crossed Sophie's face accompanied by louder moaning and occasional yelps of pain. More sips of potion quieted Sophie.

Finally Chef Tyler seemed pleased with the position Sophie was in. She lay on her side, with her head resting on a metal ”pillow”. Her long legs were spread revealing her pussy with the vibrator still humming in her moist womanhood; a glimpse of her anus and vibrator were evident. Sophie's body was turned to expose her right side more completely.

This pose spread her legs wider and showed her magnificent right breast completely. Sophie winced as her lower back and waist was twisted a bit to show her plump round ass. Chef Tyler called over the other sou chefs and after making some minor adjustments he expressed his satisfaction. ”This is the position Sophie will occupy in the roasting pan. After we transfer her to a serving platter and surrounded by a colourful variety of vegetables, she will be a memorable centerpiece entrée”.

Chef Tyler took a number of pictures to help him repose Sophie after gutting and stuffing her. “Take her to the gutting table and hold her.” Chef Tyler ordered Ilsa and Joey. As Joey lifted Sophie, she began to cry. As if sobered by the events, she squirmed and sobbed for mercy. Even though Joey was used to slaughtering dolcettes, he felt a pang of pity and regret, at the killing of such a beautiful young women. Ilsa felt no remorse or pity, delivering a hard slap to the top of Sophie's head, which stunned the young beauty.

On the gutting table one of the sou chefs made a deep slit into the left side of Sophie's body. Sophie fainted. Her internal organs were all removed, except for her heart and lungs. A hose was used to clean the body cavity.

Chef Tyler brought a bowl of stuffing over to the table and instructed the sou chef to pack the stuffing into Sophie's gapping body cavity. Turning to Joey he said, “ This is a special stuffing of vegetables and choice girl meats: whole breast, cunt filets, braised rump. Since our client wants this meat girl presented mainly for display purposes, she will be cooked rare. Most of her meat won't be tender enough to fully enjoy. But this girl meat stuffing is already cooked to perfection and will more than supply a tasty and tender repast for all the guests. The sou chef filled Sophie's body cavity and stitched it closed employing the expert technique he was famous for. The barely visible stitches and wound were covered with a tape made of girl meat skin.

Ilsa and Joey returned Sophie to the pan. Chef Tyler and the sou chef, using the pictures to guide them, reposed Sophie. Using cooking twine and metal supports, Sophie was secured into that position. The vibrators were removed from Sophie's anus and cunt. A new instrument was pushed into Sophie's anus and Ilsa was asked to prepare Sophie's pussy.

Chef Tyler explained to Joey that the instrument put into Sophie's anus would keep it stretched and gaping during the cooking process. “ Ilsa is an expert at getting the labia to engorge to their maximum and with the help of some saline injections and a vacuum attachment, the vagina will be displayed spread, agape with the labia fully open. One of our special hoods will protect the head and those spectacular blonde tresses; and she is ready for the oven.”

As Ilsa began her efforts, Joey noticed Sophie begin to stir and moan. When he pointed this out to Chef Tyler, the Chef shrugged saying, “Sophie will go into the oven alive. The adrenaline and other hormones released while she cooks, add flavour to the meat.”

After Ilsa had finished, Joey watched as Chef Tyler talked to Ilsa and she responded by going over to Kasey, who had been brought into the kitchen. Ilsa proceeded to milk Kasey's breasts and soon return with a bowl of Kasey's milk. Chef Tyler added and mixed some ingredients to the bowl as Ilsa returned Kasey to the cage. A sou chef came over and using a large syringe, he began injecting Sophie's breasts with to milk mixture.

Chef Tyler commented, “Since Sophie is a Euro free range meat girl, the finishing farm didn't have time to induce her breasts to lactation. So, we are injecting Kasey's milk with seasoning and a special gelatin concoction into the girl meat's tits. This will make them fuller and the sweet taste of the girl milk will add flavour and moistness.” The pain in her breasts brought tears to Sophie's eyes but her sobs and crying were ignored by the kitchen staff.

Chef Tyler completed his final inspection, the cook then ordered Ilsa to place the hood over Sophie's head, muffling her plaintiff moans and sobs.

“The hood will keep her alive for a while. We will cook her using moist convection heat for two hours and then all the instruments; twine and supports will be removed. Then the girl meat will be carefully basted and browned to a golden tan for another two to two and a half hours. The results will be spectacular!”

Bella Prepared

While Joey was assisting Chef Tyler, Linda assisted Morgaine. The two women escorted Bella to the cleaning area. The room was a large elegant bathroom. A dark green marble Jacuzzi was in the centre, a large enclosed shower stall with three spigots took up the far wall and a massage table occupied the space near the entrance. There were two bidets and what seemed to a cosmetics table, complete with hair dryers and styling tools. “Nice isn't it?” commented Morgaine as she pushed Bella into the shower stall. With Bella in place, Morgaine began removing her boots, saying, “I'm stripping down. This job is wet and can get messy. You might want to strip, too. Wouldn't want to ruin those fancy duds. Besides our girl party wouldn't be half the fun with our clothes on”.

Soon both Linda and Morgaine were nude, curiously examining each other's bodies. Morgaine's muscular body and huge boobs impressed Linda; while Linda's lean toned torso with medium full conical breasts, narrow waist and well-rounded ass, took Morgaine's breath away. Definitely an improvement over Ilsa, she mused.

“Please undress Bella while I prepare the douche, enema and stomach solutions. The sooner the messy part is over, the sooner we can enjoy ourselves and of course Miss Bella”, laughed Morgaine.

Soon the Amazon returned, holding three hoses and a curious padded enclosed stool. She placed the stool over a large grate and turned on the water. She motioned Linda to bring Bella closer. “Have the meat girl sit on the stool and you'll find some rubber dildos over there. Get me a couple large ones.”

“We don't have to pleasure the meat girl before cleanup but what the heck. And, I love the taste of pussy before all those soaps and chemicals are used.”

Morgaine inserted a large dildo into Bella's vagina as Bella leaned back on the stool padding. Soon Morgaine was in action: thrusting, pulling out, twisting, jabbing, pistoning. As Bella's moaning increased, Morgaine withdrew the dildo and began to lick Bella's clitoris; suck on her now enlarged labia lips and penetrate her tongue deep into her vaginal folds. Fingers replaced her tongue and penetrated even deeper. A loud moan and gasp let Morgaine know that she had found Bella's G-spot.

Linda watched in wonder as Morgaine continued working the young meat girl's pussy until Morgaine turned to her saying, “Get a wet cloth and the biggest dildo in the box.

Time to ream her ass and see how much she can take up the old poop shoot.”

Then Morgaine wiped Bella's ass hole, carefully inserting the towel into Bella's anus with her longest finger and rubbing the interior until she was satisfied that it was clean enough to proceed.

“You can frig her while I do her bum, if you want, “ She said turning to Linda. “Let's see if we can make this sow cum.” Linda joined in, while Morgaine reamed Bella's ass hole.

Fingers were pushed in hard causing the meat girl some distress. Bella's moaning and whimpering increased, accented by occasional “owws”. The cries seemed to inflame Morgaine. She withdrew her fingers and grabbed the giant dildo. Looking around Morgaine commented, “Gee no lube. Oh well” and thrust the dildo up Bella's ass hole. Bella screamed. This drove the Amazon into a frenzy and she continued to savagely piston the dildo up and down Bella's ass hole while fingering her own cunt. Linda had to restrain Bella's wild movements. Finally, Morgaine exhaled a loud satisfied grunt and pulled the dildo from Bella's ass hole. Bella sagged into sobs and tears.

“That was great”, Morgaine sang.

Morgaine recomposed herself and grabbed a blue hose. “Let's start with the cunt and give the meat girl's ass a chance to recover”, she said.

The large pad at the top of the stool was removed revealing a plastic toilet that Bella was forced to sit on. With her legs spread, the douche solution was sloshed into Bella's vagina and when Bella failed to constrict her vaginal opening, properly Linda was instructed to use a brush and towel to help clean the orifice

“The enema hose has a valve which will make cleaning the ol' shit hole easier” explained Morgaine as she pushed the nozzle up Bella's ass hole. The valve was inflated and the flow of water turned on. Pain etched Bella's face as Morgaine warned her to stay still. “Don't cause any trouble or you'll be sorry!” barked the Amazon as she gave Bella's ass a hard slap.

“We have to fill her as much as possible.” After a few minutes Morgaine turned off the valve and added, “We'll let her stew for awhile to make sure all the bad stuff has a chance to dissolve into the enema solution. While were waiting, why don't we get acquainted?” As the women chatted, Bella fidgeted and sobbed with an occasional tear streaming down her face.

After fifteen minutes, the Amazon positioned Bella crouching over grate. The stool had been removed. Morgaine gingerly undid the nozzle and pulled it out quickly. She moved out of the way while Linda used a showerhead hose to wash down Bella's ass and legs.

While Bella was still in the stall, she was completely showered and meticulously cleaned. Both Linda and Morgaine armed with brushes, sponges and towels scrubbed the meat girl, finally giggling that she was ‘squeaky-clean'.

All three females toweled dry.

“Next, we need to clean her mouth and stomach”, Morgaine instructed Linda. Bella was given a toothbrush and told to brush her teeth. A glass of mouthwash was given to her for her to gargle her mouth. Finally she was told to swallow a frothy vile looking brew and quickly led back to the shower grate. Soon she was violently vomiting. After a few minutes the vomiting stopped. Morgaine lead her back to the washbasin where Bella again brushed her teeth and gargled her mouth. Finally, Bella was given a sweet drink to ease her stomach. Nothing could ease her feeling of impending doom.

“We should pump her stomach too but since she destined for the split, the cooks will have to gut her. So I guess we can forego that bit of entertainment. Besides, I can hardly wait for the real fun to start.” The words “spit” and “gut her” further terrified Bella as the reality and the closeness of her doom set in but she could only whimper and sob.

“One more douche and enema and cleanup is done.” cajoled Morgraine breaking Linda's thoughts about what the “real fun” would entail. “We don't have to be as stringent with the second round. It's just to satisfy requirements. The meat girl's, already, clean enough.”

As Bella was led back to the shower Morgaine offered, “Lets give the meat girl a drink. She looks kinda bummed out.” The glass of potion burned its way to Bella's stomach but soon she was light headed. Her sobs diminished along with some of her fear and dread.

Morgaine was right, the douche and enema were completed, quickly. No Scrubbing. No valved enema. After a satisfying shower, all three females luxuriated in the spa. Jets of warm water, fragrant bath oils and tall glasses of wine soothed their bodies, even lulling Bella into a sense of ease and contentment.

Morgaine eased over to Bella and softly kissed her. The salty taste of Morgaine's lips pressing on her lips and then the warm tongue darting in and out of her mouth bought renewed hope to the dolcette and when the Amazon's fingers rubbed her clitoris and sought to enter her love tunnel, Bella pressed to allow Morgaine's fingers maximum penetration. The Amazon continued to finger fuck the dolcette while moving her mouth to the meat girl's swollen breast and nipple: kissing and licking the choice piece of meat; playfully nipping at her taut pink nipple and at last sucking the meat girl's milk tit. A gush of sweet warm milk rewarded the Amazon. And as she continued to suck milk from the meat girl, occasional returning to the meat girl's mouth and feeding Bella her own rich milk, the Amazon's fingers once again found the meat girl's G-spot and worked their magic. Sucking, milking, kissing, fingering continued for what seemed to be an eternity till Bella's orgasmic climax was punctuated by a loud scream, but still the Amazon persevered. The meat girl climaxed two more times before the Amazon withdrew the finger. The meat girl's pussy and milk tit throbbed but the pain was satisfying and welcome.

Linda had watch in fascination not knowing what to do. Then Morgaine's attention turned to her. The Amazon slid over to her and began kissing her. “I hope you didn't feel left out. Don't you want to play?” oozed Morgaine and then quickly stuck her tongue into Linda's mouth before Linda could answer. Linda replied by sucking the invading tongue and rubbing Morgaine's swollen cunt. Soon both women were exploring sexual treasure sites. Mouths, ears, breasts, tits, clits, cunt lips, ass holes thighs were caressed, licked, pinched, rubbed, sucked and thoroughly enjoyed by the two women.

Linda approached the throes of orgasm. Then Morgaine stopped. Linda felt herself being lifted out of the spa until her ass rested on the rim. Morgaine spread Linda's legs and began licking her cunt, paying special attention to clitoris. Morgaine sucked, pulled and bit on the lips of her labia. Morgaine probed the inner recesses of her vaginal tunnel. Morgaine rimmed her ass hole and penetrated it with her tongue. Linda was in ecstasy.

Morgaine spoke, ”Has anyone ever done your G-spot? I'm an expert. Lay back and enjoy the ride.” A vibrator appeared and was pushed up Linda's cunt. “Just warming you up.”

For about fifteen minutes Morgaine probed Linda's vagina with the vibrator; in and out; up and down; hard and soft; round and round as Linda purred delightedly. The occasional licks, nips and sucks to Linda's clit were a pleasant bonus.

Then the vibrator was removed and quickly replaced by fingers. The finger probed the upper walls of the vagina till they hit the G-spot. “Found it.” Morgaine blurted as Linda felt a chill run up her spine. Alternating finger pressure and rubbing, soon had Linda moaning loudly. At one point Linda looked down at Morgaine and was startled to see the Amazon had push her entire hand into Linda's pussy. But there was no pain, only mounting pleasure. Finally, a scream reverberated through the small room indicating that Linda had reached orgasm.

As Linda relaxed she felt Morgaine kiss her softly on the lips. “Was I right or was I right?”

“Totally”, stammered Linda. “I'd like to reciprocate but no-one ever taught me to do the things you do.”

“Relax. I'll show how. We have an hour or so. But we have to take care of the meat girl first. Remember.”

“Part of this job is to pleasure her. The head honchos say it produces endorphins and other hormones that enhance flavor. But, hee hee, it gives me a chance to do that I love most.

And, there's an added bonus. Pain and fear produce adrenalin, which is also good for flavour. We just have to careful not to break anything.”

As they looked back at Bella, they noticed that she a finished off all the wine and was chuckling to herself. “Let's get the meat girl out of the tub and on the massage table.” Bella was helped to the table and a muscular young woman was called in, to massage the meat girl. Linda remarked that the massage was centred on Bella's large muscle masses – tights, ass, shoulders, etc. and was severe.

Morgaine answered her query. “The meat girls are used to it. They get a good hard massage like that every day and that's increased, as they get closer to meat day. I get to do the final massage after we pleasure her some more. The final massage is aimed at tenderizing the meat.”

Bella groaned as her legs were spread but smiled slightly when Morgaine rubbed her cunt. “See she's not totally drunk and she's still horny. Her potion and glass of wine were laced with stuff to make her compliant and horny. Let's see if she can enjoy another G-spot orgasm. I'll show you how on her”, Morgaine said to Linda.

“But first. Do you want to taste her milk? The meat girls are induced to lactate using hypnotherapy, bio-feed back and if all else fails, hormones. We can sell the milk and of course, it improves the taste and texture of boob steaks. This meat girl's milk is A-one and we have drain some out. Her tits are too full. She hasn't been milked in a while.”

Linda grabbed a breast and before starting to suck replied, “Thanks, I saw you milking Bella in the tub and I was hoping to get a chance too. We sometimes can get a girl to lactate, they bring higher prices, and girl milk is one of my favorite drinks.” After Linda had had her fill of girl milk, she rejoined Morgaine standing between Bella's legs.

Morgaine began rubbing the meat girl's pussy, saying to Linda, “We better lube her cunt up, a bit. It still seems sore.”

“Yeah, my pussy is still tingles too.” Linda responded while handing Morgraine a tube of gel.

After lubbing the meat girl's vagina, Morgaine bent over and began licking the dolcette's pussy. Bella grimaced, at little, as her love tunnel was being lubed but smiled when the Amazon worked her cunt lips and clit.

Morgaine sang, “I just love eating pussy. But on to the G-spot. Linda, come over here so you can get your fingers into the meat girl's vagina. You have to feel around for a bumpy, grainy feeling patch, usually on the top wall of the vagina. That's her G-spot. A moan or facial expression will usually indicate that you hit the target. Rub this area until the girl orgasms.”

The dolcette squirmed when Linda's fingers entered her and probed her vagina but when Linda found her G-spot and began rubbing the meat girl moaned quietly until her body shuttered in orgasm.

“OK lets let the meat girl rest awhile with these vibrators in her holes, while you show me your new found skills”, said Morgaine with a big grin adorning her face.

Morgaine sat on the edge of the massage table and spread her legs.

“I like your fingering of my cunt, especially my clit. You can start there.”

Linda began working Morgaine's cunt and with some direction from Morgaine she proceeded to eating pussy, sucking clit, ass reaming and tonguing Morgaine's vagina.

Fingers found Morgaine's G-spot after some probing. Linda continued to explore the inner recesses of Morgaine's vagina while the Amazon moaned quietly. Finally Linda concentrated on the G-spot and brought Morgaine to a satisfying orgasm.

‘I taught you well”, gushed Morgaine. Next time I'll teach you how to ass fuck with a dildo.”

“And speaking of ass fucking, its time pleasure our little meat girl again. Turn her over. Her cunt has had it; so let's use her ass. Watch me put my fist up her ass hole!

Don't worry I won't break anything and some meat girls love it.”

After reaming the meat girl's ass hole and widening it with a small dildo, Morgaine instructed Linda to hold down Bella.

“I'm not using lube, I want this meat girl to really feel everything”, whispered Morgaine as her finger probed the dolcette's anus. Bella bucked and screamed as the Amazon's fist was finally shoved completely into her. Then she fainted.”

Morgaine withdrew her fist from the meat girl and said, “Let's rest awhile before I tenderize our meat girl. You don't have to stick around if you get squeamish.”

Linda responded by going over to Morgaine and kissing her newfound friend. Both were soon kissing and licking each other's faces and bodies. They took time pleasuring each other's cunts till each reached a mild but satisfying orgasm.

Then Morgaine revived the dolcette. Another small glass of potion was offered to the meat girl and quickly consumed. Linda helped the Amazon tie Bella's limbs to the massage table.

Then Morgaine slapped, hand chopped and kneaded all the fleshy parts of the meat girl's body except her breasts. After about fifteen minutes the meat girl was turned over, rebound and her backside vigorously “massaged”. The same procedure was repeated with a short whip. The meat girl's legs and lower torso were assaulted with violent heavy-duty body massage, as a finishing touch. The dolcette had fainted again and was still.

“I didn't hurt her too much and there won't be any bruises or marks on her body. Put the vibrator back in the cunt and ass hole and get cleaned up and dressed. We're finished here.”

After redressing, Linda and Morgaine revived Bella, toweled off excess water and sweat and brushed her hair. Linda and Morgaine kissed briefly; checked each other over and after some extra primping, Morgaine picked up the dolcette and carried her back to the kitchen followed by Linda.

Upon entering the kitchen Linda chimed, “Were back”.

Chef Tyler directed Morgaine to put the moaning Bella on a table and then turned to Linda saying. “You appear to done an admirable job. Thanks for helping out. Why don't you join Joey over there? He's having a break. There some leftovers from last night's spit roster. A cute blonde teen, I think. Enjoy.

After a quick glance back to Morgaine and a smile, Linda made her way to the table.

Back to the Viewing Room

Joey and Linda traded stories over some tasty, yet tender slices of girl meat. “I know why I love this life. This meat is beyond description. It's tender and moist with an marvelous exotic taste,” pronounced Joey.

After lunch, Joey volunteered to help with the preparation of Kasey, the last meat girl. Chef Tyler thanked him but explained that the Amazons didn't like males intruding in the “fun”. He also told the couple that the Marquis had been detained and couldn't rejoin them till the evening. If they could stay till the evening, the Marquis would join them in the dinning and they could enjoy the best the house had to offer.

Of course, both Linda and Joey quickly agreed and offered to help some more in the kitchen.

To which Chef Tyler replied, “The blonde meat girl is in the oven now and not due to come out for hours. The brunette, Linda helped clean up, won't be spitted until the restaurant opens at 4:00 PM. And the cute little teen is ready to go with the Amazons after they finish their break.”

“I'll call the viewing room and see if someone there can show you around.”

After Chef Tyler made the phone call, he told the couple that they could continue their tour from the viewing room. As Linda and Joey left the kitchen they saw the Amazons escorting Kasey to the cleaning room. As Linda passed by Morgaine, the Amazon whispered, “We have a young one. I love playing with them and making them scream with ecstasy and pain.”

Linda and Joey entered the viewing inspection room and noticed that there were now four girls on display. Moreover, Alana was still present but Justine was gone. The attendant explained that Justine was off, entertaining a client and the new girls were penciled in as the next selections. Joey and Linda examined the new girls.

Barbie (a slim young blonde with huge breasts and a slim waist and butt)

Domestic (Organic) – 20 years old – 98 lbs.

Mai Lin (an Asian beauty with a lush full figured body, long straight jet black hair and a delicate porcelain face)

Imported from China – 25 years old – 125 lbs.

Sandy (a vibrant redhead with an angelic face and a well formed body but smallish breasts)

Imported Irish Colleen – 22 years old – 110 lbs.

The three new girls were also dressed in skimpy lace and high heels and were chained to the wall with neck restraints.

At that moment a man, in a suit, came in and after chatting with the attendant, he walked over to the girls and examined them. He fondled each breast; squeezing them and weighing them in his hand. Reaching around, he rubbed all three of the girls' asses and stuck his finger into Sandy's pussy. Then he took a long lingering lecherous look at Linda. After which he thanked the attendant and departed.

Three boisterous young men, in casual attire, entered the room and looked around. Upon seeing Joey and Linda they stopped in their tracks and left.

A few minutes later, an attendant led Justine back into the room using her leash and after reattaching the lease to the wall, he acknowledged Joey and Linda and chatted with the room attendant. Fred, the attendant, agreed to take the couple on a tour of the “brothel” facilities and answer any questions.

This part of the Mansion had six encounter rooms on the second floor and two larger rooms on the first floor. The rooms were furnished in a variety of motifs, with appropriate furniture for that theme. There were two Victorian bedrooms, a bachelor pad with round bed, two simple but elegant family-style mom and pop bedroom and a plush executive office. The first floor rooms were filled with settees, plush chairs and bed-sofas, which could be easily rearranged for group parties. And, there was an equipped dungeon in the basement, for the BDSM crowd.

A larger reception room was also located on the first floor near the front door where the girls were displayed and the clients welcomed and entertained. Alcohol and light meals and snacks, including girl meat dishes were available to be consumed, in that room or one of the encounter rooms.

Encounters with the girls generally lasted less than a half an hour. Business was brisk especially in the evenings and on weekends. The dungeon was almost always booked.

The trio proceeded to the reception room. Double doors were opened and Linda and Joey followed Fred in.

The room was large and opulent. Victorian décor. Ornate leather, velvet and satin sofas, loungers and chairs. Numerous highly polished cherry wood tables. And all the accoutrements necessary to give the room a sense of old world money and power.

However, both Linda and Joey's eyes were drawn to a highly lighted steel and glass display cabinet, which dominated the far wall. Under the bright lights, sat eight beautiful girls, scantily clad in high heels.

After tearing their eyes away from the display case Joey noticed a hubbub around a small bar, while Linda noticed a beautiful full-figured elegant women rising from an ornate desk to greet them.

“Welcome to our humble establishment. My name is Alexa. How may I be of service?”

Fred turned and offered, “This is Linda and this is Joey. They have been recruited by the Marquis, and I'm showing them around. They have already been through the kitchen and have been invited to dine in the restaurant, this evening.”

He explained to Joey and Linda that Alexa was the manageress of the “Pleasure House” operation. She would show them around and answer any of their questions. He would leave them in her care for the next part of the tour.

“Can I leave them in your loving and capable hands for a while?” Fred asked Alexa.

“Of course”, replied Alexa.

And turning to Linda she said, ”It's beautiful here isn't it. You're both going to love working here.”

“As you both can see, we have a very cozy setup here. The girls are displayed over there or they circulate and help serve refreshments. Our regular clients can check in, with me, choose their lovely and book a room. If a room is empty, they can take her there and taste her sexual charms.” If they have to wait, they can unwind at the bar or enjoy a girl meat snack.” They return the girl after play and settle accounts with me.

If there are any problems our Amazons can step in. There are always at least three; two stationed on either side of the display stand and one behind me.”

“New clients are carefully vetted and required to place a considerable deposit with us before they can avail themselves of the services offered here.”

In response to other questions, Alexa offered, “We don't have to worry about our clients wanting some one special. They know our girls are meat girls destined for the menu. That's the allure and thrill.

“Problem girls find their way to the menu post haste. Although, the dumbing-down process, most meat girls are put through, sometimes limits their skills and usefulness. But there's an almost unlimited supply of replacements. We do like imports, especially free range Euros. They're harder to control but they're not as dumbed-down and are usually more skilled in bed. And most of our clients find a meat girl with a personality very sexy.

In response to Joey question about the screams and yells coming from the basement, Alexa explained, “Those noises are from our dungeon. Our more exuberant, sadistic clients keep it fully occupied. Four cells, Bondage, Hanging, Whipping, Torture and Other Mayhem. No Snuff. Good fun. We have Amazons down there to keep things from getting out of control. But, if fatal accidents happen, the corpse is sent to the kitchen. We try to make sure that none of the girls are too damaged for the oven or roasting pit.”

When all the couple's question had been answered, Alexa invited Joey and Linda roam around the room. They examined the girls. All young. All beautiful. Joey couldn't resist. He passed his talented hands over the breasts, rumps and thighs of all the girls. They all were in Grade A Prime condition. Premium Meat.

Alexa had the bartender offer drinks and a snack, a plate of real lady fingers – sweet and chewy. Linda chatted with some of the clientele including two distinguished middle-aged ladies; there to enjoy what they described as the ultimate thrill. They were waiting for one of the rooms to be rearranged so that they could spend the evening enjoying each other, the sexual skills and charms of both Justine and Alana, tomorrow's feature entrées; and some choice cuts from the evening spit roaster. They were elated when Linda told them that Bella had been picked for the spit and they were incredulous when Linda whispered some of the details of her part in cleaning and prepping Bella. They had enjoyed Bella in bed last week. Both knew that tonight's orgasms would shake the foundations of their souls.

A while later, Linda and Joey bid good bye to Alexa, even turning down her offer to view some of the empty encounter rooms, before the afternoon crush. They both wanted to return to the kitchen to see Bella spitted and put into the roasting pit. Joey was keen to see how Sophie would turn out and what the presentation platter would look like. And then there was cutie Kasey. She was to be displayed, allowing the restaurant clientele pick their favorite cuts of fresh girl meat. The meat would be immediately cut from Kasey's live body and cooked to order.

Bella Spitted

When Linda and Joey returned to the kitchen, it was a beehive of activity. They were hesitant to enter until Chef Tyler motioned them in.

“You're just in time, the restaurant is opening soon. The brunette girl meat will be spitted soon and were just finishing the prep of the teen girl meat.

“What about Sophie, ah, the blonde girl meat?” asked Joey.

“Oh, we just took her out of the oven. She cooked beautifully. The slow cooking at low temperature prevented any serious skin damage and she browned to exactly the colour we wanted. With some minor touch ups, she'll look she fell asleep after a day at the beach.

We're letting her cool down before we plate her and garnish.” replied the chef.

As they looked further into the kitchen they could see the two dolcettes lying on separate tables. As they drew nearer, both Joey and Linda could see that the two dolcettes were breathing deeply with a slight whimper. Bella had her eyes closed and seemed dead drunk. The whir of the vibrators was evident.

Kasey hand her arms across her buxom clutching herself. She would occasionally open her eyes and glance around. She was also drunk, but fear was evident in her eyes. She was quietly humming to herself, almost in tune with the whir of her vibrators.

Linda spotted the Amazons and went over to greet Morgaine, meekly followed by Joey.

“How was Kasey?” queried Linda. “Did the clean up and sex, er pleasuring go OK? How was she? Did she get you off?”

Ilsa turned away and Morgaine glanced at Joey and hesitated. Redirecting her attention to Linda she whispered, “Oh, the little teen girl meat wasn't a problem. We had to do everything three times and we had to pump her stomach because she's tonight live parts girl. She was too pooped by the first cleaning to really get into the fun. We got her to orgasm four or five times. But she wasn't performing for us. Ilsa didn't want to play much. I really missed you Linda. Que sera sera.”

Before Linda could reply, Chef Tyler yelled at the Amazons to bring over Bella. As Moraine carried Bella to a table Morgaine turned to Linda saying, “They gave the meat girl some marijuana cookies to quiet her down and that, with the booze, knocked her out.”

Bella was placed on the table and Chef Tyler came over with another chef carrying a large chef knife. “Were going to gut the girl meat here. The early comers like to watch the spitting but don't always appreciate seeing guts roll out. We'll sew the opening shut and seal it with some of our special girl meat skin tape.”

When the knife cut into Bella, she came to, screaming. The Amazon had to restrain her while the chef finished his ghastly job. The heart and lung were left in and the major bleeders tied off or taped. Bella was to be spitted and roasted alive. The wound was sealed and Ilsa carried the moaning, crying meat girl to the area where she was to be spitted. Bella was placed on a steel table facing a large window. Clientele on the other side could watch the show while sipping their drinks, at the bar.

Linda and Joey watch in fascination while the Amazons positioned the meat girl face down onto the table with her lower waist resting on a metal wedge and her torso sloping downward. Helpers belted restraints to her ankles and wrists securing the sobbing meat girl to the table. Her head rested on a short padded raiser at the head of the table. Her head was pulled back by Ilsa so that her open mouth was in line with the meat girl's ass hole and vagina. The chef removed the vibrators from Bella's ass hole and vagina. He applied olive oil to the meat girl's anus and the tip of the spit and then began pushing it into the crying meat girl. The pole went in easily and advanced through the cavity. The chef feigned having difficulty, to put a show for the onlookers. The pole approached the heart and lungs. A misstep here and the girl meat's heart or lung would be perforated causing her quick death. The chef used his vast expertise to bypass these obstacles. Bella screamed in agony as the tip of the spit tore into her throat. A helper felt for the spit coming up the girl meat's throat, while Ilsa restrained Bella's movement and positioned her mouth so that the spit could emerge. With a final push the tip emerged from the meat girl's mouth. Applause broke out. Other helpers inserted a cunt post into the meat girl's vagina and attached it to the spit. This would keep the meat girl from flopping around and slipping on the spit while she turned on the rotisserie. Additional skewers and supports secured her legs and arms into roasting position. Chef Tyler inspected the meat girl and when he was satisfied that all was in order, he ordered the Amazons to carry the meat girl to the roasting pit.

The roasting pit was in the restaurant. It was large a barbeque. It could easily accommodate any meat girl. It was built with three glass sides, providing maximum viewing for the restaurant patrons. Since it was receded into the wall and it was shielded by a large glass floor to ceiling window. This allowed patrons to see the pit without the discomforts caused by the heat of the roasting oven. There was a door beside the pit that allowed access to the kitchen staff and room around the pit for staff to baste and tend to the meat.

Bella was carried into the pit area by the Amazons, each holding an end of the spit. Anyone close enough could notice her wild darting eyes and grimacing face. She was moaning quietly.

The spit had been designed to provide air, using tiny breathing holes in the top end of the pole around the neck - throat area and an air pump discretely attached to the upper end of the pole, all but invisible to the unknowing eye.

The Amazons placed the meat girl into place and a chef insured that all the proper connections were made. He adjusted the burners to insure that the meat girl's head was over a cold spot. The special hood would be put over Bella's head and the roaster properly readjusted to facilitated complete cooking of the meat girl, after she had expired.

A special flame and heatproof wig had been put over the meat girl's hair before they brought her to the pit. It would look as if her hair was freely blowing and billowing in the heat currents but final presentation of the cooked meat girl wouldn't be marred by singed hair.

Apple wood chips were added to give the proper smoked flavour. Final adjustments were made and the chef departed. The restaurant patron could watch Bella cook to perfection with the added bonus of seeing her expire before there eyes. No wonder the tables closest to the pit were more a lot more expensive and usually reserved for wealthiest patrons.

Kasey Prepared

With Bella spit roasting in the pit, the kitchen staffs' attention turned to the last meat girl. Kasey was still in fetal position with arms wrapped around her torso. Her magnificent over sized breast were uncovered and she was still quietly humming to herself. Terror showered on her face and in her eyes. Clearly she had seen and heard Bella being spitted and was all too aware that she was next.

Chef Tyler beckoned Linda and Joey to join him as he walked over to Kasey with another chef.

“This is Chef Anton. He's in charge of the live meat station. He'll do the final prep of the last neat girl and carve our patrons choices in the restaurant before their eyes. Then he'll see to it that their choice cut is prepared in their requested manner. He'll also endeavor to have the meat girl stay alive as long as possible and remain presentable.”

Chef Anton studied Kasey and then turned to Joey, “Please get this meat girl a drink. She needs some fortification. Over there.”

When Joey returned with a decanter and a cup, the chef poured a large drink and said, “This is a mixture of brandy and natural herbs and spices. The alcohol will make the meat girl drunk and hopefully less morose and of course flavour her meat. Like a marinade. The herbs and spices are added to boost her sexual libido, you know make her horny; relieve some of the pain she will suffer and add flavor to her meat.”

As the chef spoke, Joey studied the meat girl. ‘Yes she definitely top grade and well raised. Even though she was young, her breast and ass were plump and look delicious.

Her breasts were magnificent – enormous, shapely (round with a little sag which empathized their fullness), dominated by large pink nipples that were erect and glistening. They were, obvious, milk swollen. Her thighs were muscular but not overly taught. She hadn't been allowed to roam much; the meat there would be tender and juicy with some expert preparation. Her cunt filet was a work of art. The labia were engorged and had been stitched back in a butterfly pattern. The small mounds of the clitoris were prominent. The vibrator still inserted in her cunt was working well. Some lucky patron would dine well tonight.

But she was too “with it” to be totally farm raised. His dolcettes wouldn't be so emotional or get that scared. Alexa had mentioned that they liked less dulled, more vibrant livestock.

Maybe, that was why they had acquired her.

Regardless, patrons who chose to dine on this meat girl tonight would be in for a treat!' he thought.

Linda asked, “What happens next?”

“Well”, replied the chef, “ Almost all prep has been done. You can get those high heels and put them on her feet and those frills can be put on her wrists. Put one or two flowers in her hair.”

“We'll put her on that decorated cart and wheel her through the restaurant, allowing all the patrons to get a good look at her. And then we'll take her to the live meat station and restrain her. I can hang her, by her arms, in a number of ways, depending on her best features, to make the best impression. We have a series of small spotlights I can direct at certain parts, to highlight or emphasize them. And, of course, I will change things throughout the evening, as cuts are ordered.”

“This meat girl's best features are undoubtedly her breasts. I will make them the initial focus of the display. I have already made some plastic replica of her best choice cuts, including her breasts. As I carve our patrons orders, I can use these to fill to void. That way all the restaurant patrons can continue to enjoy the display and the display doesn't get too gruesome. The replicas will also mitigate some of the damage and trauma to the meat girl, keeping her alive longer. The replica parts are colored a dark tan, golden brown in culinary terms, to indicate that cut has already been ordered and harvested.”

“Which reminds me, this meat girls right breast and cunt filet have already been preorder at a premium price, so I'm going to draw lines around them to indicate to our patrons that these choice cuts are no longer available but they can still view them, until they are removed to the kitchen. I'm sure you'll both agree that our patrons will enjoy viewing both those cuts as long as possible, especially that magnificent pussy.”

“I'm going to remove the vibrator from the meat girl's cunt and replace it with a small plastic cylinder we have, so the vagina will appear to be agape. No will be able to see the small stitches spreading the labia open and I'll keep rubbing it periodically to keep it engorged.”

“Same with the tits. I'll tweak them periodically. And, I'm sure the sight of milk leaking down those breasts will ensure that the one still left, will sell, at premium, within an hour.”

“I'm not sure whether I should gag the meat girl now. She is so innocent looking and cute, but her grimacing and pained look detract from that beauty and a gag would obscure some of that. But our patrons love that vulnerable hurt look, down there.” he said laughingly. “Instant hard on or pussy wetter.”

The trio's attention moved back to Kasey. Her mood had improved a bit. She had a far away glazed look and was no longer humming. Someone had tied her hands and secured them above her head to the table. She was slowly rubbing her thighs together and upon closer examination was rhythmically contracting and uncontracting her vagina around the vibrator. The aphrodisiac and potion were working. “Please rub my pussy”, she cooed.

To which Linda immediately complied. Chef Anton had Joey and Linda check that Kasey's hands there properly tied and then attach a wooden bar to her ankles. He explained that it would make sure that the meat girl's legs were spread and that her pussy was always open to display. Much to Joey's surprise, Linda offered to remove the vibrator from Kasey's vagina and masturbate her for a while. After a few minutes, Chef Anton pushed his cylinder into the girl meat's cunt. The colour and texture made it appear, to all but knowing eyes, that the meat girl's vagina was agape.

Joey and Linda moved Kasey to the cart, on to a large platter decked with colourful fruits and flowers Chef Anton secured the meat girl's hands to a small post at the top of the cart and pushed an ornate wooden wedge under the meat girl's back elevating her breasts into prominence. The meat girl let her head naturally fall back a bit while Chef Anton adjusted her hands and arms so that she could not dislodge or move the wedge and then he anchored the wedge. Small discrete ropes tied around the meat girl's elbows pulled arms back, thrusting her breasts out even a bit more. The top of the cart was tilted slightly so that the meat girl's fallen back head was raised allowing her face to be seen more easily.

The legs were left unsecured except for the bar, so that the chef could move them about, to allow interested patrons to examine the meat girl. He made doubly sure that the high heel shoes were tight and could not be kicked off.

After I final inspection, the chef pinched and violently tweaked the meat girl's tits, explaining, “I decided against the gag but I didn't like the dreamy look on her face and she was getting too horny. So, I thought the pain of having her tits tweaked would bring back that vulnerable pained expression and decorate her breasts with some leaking milk.”

After wiping a few tears from the meat girl's face, Chef Anton made his entry into the room. Linda and Joey watch as he traveled a well-known path to the live meat station,

Allowing every table and the bar to view Kasey. Chatting with the patrons. Allowing interested patrons close examinations of Kasey; even allowing light feels of the meat girl.

In due course, the cart arrived at the live meat station, where upon Chef Anton released Kasey and lifted her onto a small framed platform about one foot above the floor. The rope binding Kasey's wrists was attached to a brass hook at the top of the frame and then the rod binding the ankles was secured to a hook on the floor. A wooden bar was attached to a long post at the back and adjusted to push into Kasey's rear butt, pushing her lower torso forward so that her pussy was thrust out. Her legs were bowed out using small white linen ropes tied to her knees, making her cunt even more visible. The top hook assembly was winched up, stretching Kasey into proper position. Next, a wooden bar secured to the back pole was pushed into Kasey's upper back and adjusted to push her breasts out. As a final touch, a bar protruding from the floor was inserted in Kasey's anus to replace the vibrator. The bar appeared to be an enormous dildo and had been engineered to give the impression that Kasey was continually ass fucking herself.

An assistant removed the cart. Then the chef wiped Kasey's complete body with damp cloths. Lingering to massage the pussy area and the tits allowing some liquids to drip and ooze from those areas. Bright spotlights were trained on Kasey's cunt and breasts and a softer light illuminated her face. New tears had flowed but the chef ignored them. It was the look he wanted.

Kasey would be on view for an hour during which time patrons could examine her as closely as they wished and place their orders for there favorite cuts of meat. During the hour Chef Anton would delineate the ordered cuts with a red marker on Kasey's body. Other patrons could order the same cuts. At the end of the hour, Chef Anton would carve all ordered meat cuts for the kitchen. If there were more than one order for a particular cut, the cut would be awarded to the patron making the highest offer. The waiters would keep interested parties apprised of current bids.

Upon verification that a patron's offer was accepted, the waiter or, occasionally, a sou chef would consult with the patron, as to the manner of cooking of the meat, often making suggestions. The kitchen prided itself on meeting the wishes and expectation all the patrons.

After providing the harvested cuts of girl meat to the kitchen, Chef Anton would clean the meat girl's body as well as possible and using his replicas and other aids, he would try restore the meat girl's appearance. Often he would give the meat girl some of the fortified potion to keep her alive. He had a whole bag full of tricks he could call on to revive seemingly lost cases. And if a meat girl did l slip away he was adept at making it appear that she was still alive.

Fresh Meat

Linda and Joey were wondering how they could keep themselves busy during the hour Kasey would be on view, before the real action. When suddenly there was a hubbub at the door. A woman, Linda identified as one of the brothel Amazons was carrying in the body of a young girl. Chef Tyler came over and after chatting with the Amazon, instructed her to place the body on one of the tables. Joey could see that it was one of the girls that had been on display. She was in her late teens, with light brown hair, a cute innocent face and the classic body type of a farmed meat girl (huge breasts, a round meaty big ass and slim waist).

Chef Tyler came over and told the couple, “There was another “accident” next door. A fatal one! So we have another meat girl to process today. You can watch the slaughtering of this body if you wish. We still have lots of full torsos so I think we'll cut up this one. One of the junior chefs should be able to handle it. Michelle, I think.”

Michelle came over and greeted Joey and Linda. After examining the body she said, “First we have to clean her up. Can you two remove her clothes while I get an Amazon.”

Michelle returned with Morgaine saying to Linda, “Oh, you're finished. With all she had on that couldn't have taken more than a few seconds. Morgaine is going to carry the meat to the cleaning room and clean the body up. I have some things to finish up, before I start this job. Be back soon.”

Linda and Joey both offered to help Morgaine but she looked over at Joey and timidly told Linda that it wouldn't be necessary. Linda insisted, saying Joey would be OK and he knew about the earlier cleaning session. Morgaine agreed after Linda walked over to the Amazon and passionately kissed her. Joey was astounded but decided to play along.

The trio went to the cleaning room with the meat girl cradled in Morgaine's arms.

Morgaine deposited the body in a small bathtub near the showers and began to examine the dead meat girl. “Looks like she was strangled. Pretty little thing. Still warm.” She said to Linda, still ignoring Joey. “We better hurry. The cooks like them as fresh as possible, without stiffening and before they start to smell. We have to clean out her cunt and anus.

Really clean. Enema and douche I guess.”

“You two can wash the body, while I fill the tanks with solution and get them ready.”

“Sure” replied Joey.

Turning to Joey Linda said, “Joey you better strip of your clothes.” And, she began to undress. “You don't want to ruin them and besides it what you do here.”

Joey shyly complied.

When Morgaine returned with the hoses, she was taken aback by the scene. “Going formal I see. We don't really have to strip to do this job.”

At Linda insistence, Morgaine undressed too. The trio washed the body and Morgaine did the douche and enema with lots of water and enthusiasm, almost completely inserting her fist into the vagina and ass hole. A copious amount of water was poured down the meat girl's throat and she was tipped head first with her belly resting on the wall of the bath and her legs pointed toward the floor, so that the water could drain out.

Turning to Linda and Joey, she said, “The meat girl's cunt and ass hole are still tight. And warm! Anyone care to use them?”

“Joey will! He hasn't had a fuck all day. He must be incredibly horny”, yelled Linda.

“Go On Joey, Do It!” Linda yelled. “Morgaine and I can keep each other entertained.”

Joey hesitated, glancing at the up raised ass of the meat girl and Linda and Morgaine French kissing wildly. When Linda began rubbing Morgaine's pussy and fingering her vagina, Joey started fucking the dead meat girl.

Soon Joey's lust was inflamed. He began fingering the meat girl's anus, some liquid dripped down, onto his penis. After a few more thrusts he withdrew his dick and reamed the dead meat girl's ass hole. With a grunt he was in. It was tight and with every thrust it got warmer. He thrust violently, subconsciously knowing that there were no constraints. He pushed in as deeply as he was able, occasionally slapping the dead meat girl's ass.

Then he flipped the body over. The unfocused dreamy eyes turned him on even more. He kissed and poked his tongue into her mouth briefly, ignoring the sour taste. He always like breasts better anyways. His mouth went to a breast and his sucking was rewarded with a jet of warm meat girl breast milk. He licked his way from the base of the other breast to the nipple, cleaning it of the milk that he had earlier caused to stream out. He had to taste her pussy, even if it was dead. After struggling to find a suitable position for body, he flipped her over again and draped over the rim again, facedown over the drain. He knelt down and then lifted the dead meat girl's legs so that he could lick her pussy. He began licking everywhere trying to elicit a reaction. Licking gave way to sucking, then nipping at the labia and clit. The moans and sighs coming from Linda and Morgaine seemed, to him, to be coming from the dead meat girl and for a brief instant he thought he was fucking Linda, another turn on. He knew he had to fuck the vagina again and soon he was pumping into the dead meat girl again. The build up to orgasm was his only concern and he thrust deeply and violently shaking the dead body.

One by one the trio made known the orgasms- first Joey with a loud grunt, then Morgaine with a shriek and finally Linda with a deep sigh.

The trio glanced at each other and giggled, until Morgaine said, “We better finish here fast or someone will come looking for us.”

They quickly washed off the dead meat girl's pussy and vagina. Dried her up and wrapped her in the towel. They redressed, primped themselves and made there way back to the kitchen.

Morgaine deposited the dead meat girl on the table and said to Linda, “You were right, Joey was OK. It'll be nice when you're working here.”

Joey stammered, “You were right, she was tight. Catch you later.”

Michelle came over and said, “You're finally back. Were there any problems?”

“No. Morgaine just wanted to make sure the meat girl was completely clean”, replied Linda.

Michelle nodded and opened the towel around the dead meat girl and began making a close examination. Joey was impressed at the way Michelle weighed and evaluated the various body parts with her strong hands and nimble fingers. Finally after examining the dead meat girl from top to bottom, even turning her over two times. Joey and Linda both regretted that they had not been able to examine the meat girl's body in same intimate manner. The girl had truly been a beauty.

Michelle broke their revelry. “This meat girl was truly a beauty and top grade. Her meat should be fantastic. Let's see, it looks like she was strangled. There are some marks and bruises around her neck. Such a cute face. Chef Tyler may want to save it for display.”

“And what boobs! Magnificent. Maybe a bit too big but the shape is marvelous and there's only enough sag to emphasize their shape and fullness. I wish mine were half as nice. I think they'll go to the display case. They're meaty. Maybe a bit tough. Need a little tenderizing? Nice pink tits, a little small for the size of her boobs but her boobs are big. Also the left one is smaller than the rightie.” And after tweaking a nipple, Michelle exalted, “Yup, milk. They'll be moist and sweet.”

“The torso looks good. Hopefully lots of nice lean tender steaks, chops and ribs.”

“Pussie's kinda average. Vag is still tight and elastic. It's a wonder Morgaine didn't use it to get off. Maybe, if we put a vacuum suction pump on it we get the labia to engorge. Nice mons veneris, it'll make good Fille Mignon.

“Thighs are firm and well defined but spongy soft. This meat girl wasn't allowed to walk much. Meat should be relatively tender.”

“The rest of the legs, feet, arms, hands? Nothing special. Maybe a few fingers for lady fingers but the rest, minced meat?”

“Joey, can you and Linda move the meat girl to that table. It has gutters to help drain away blood. We can remove the limbs and let some of blood drain.”

After Joey and Linda picked up the meat girl by her feet and underarms, and moved her to the slaughtering table, Michelle attached a suction device to the meat girl's cunt inflating it to its maximum.

“I'm taking a break for a while, to allow the suction device to plump up the girl's cunt. Why don't the two of you take a respite? Or maybe, Chef Anton is ready to start his show in the dining room. If you have never seen him in action, you're in for a treat.”

Kasey Harvested

The couple quickly returned to kitchen area where they could watch Chef Anton in action. They took a quick glance over to illuminated pit area and could clearly see that Bella was turning over red-hot coals. Her body was reddish in colour but her face and hair seemed perfectly normal. In this setting with the dazzling illumination, she was a thing of beauty. ‘I wonder how long she lasted', thought Linda. ‘If I'm lucky maybe I can have a piece of her for dinner tonight.'

A bell chimed softly indicating that Chef Anton was prepared to begin his harvest of girl meat from Kasey's body. He sharpened his collection of knives using a sharpening steel and laid them out on a shelf. Then he once again toweled Kasey's entire body with a warm wet cloth, making deliberate movements on her premium parts to cause a reaction from the meat girl – tweaking a nipple to make her wince; pinching her clitoris to make her squeal; lifting the floor dildo further into her ass to make her gasp. He wanted the whole room to know that Kasey was alive and fully aware of what was going on. Next he gagged Kasey's mouth with a ball gag. Then a plastic box descended from the ceiling to enclose the chef and the meat girl. A cart made it way to the live meat platform and stopped at the side of the enclosure, pushed against the wall, manned by a helper dressed cooks whites.

A bright light illuminated the enclosure. Tears were visible on Kasey's face and her mouth trembled around the ball gag. Then without further fan fare, Chef Anton began his gruesome task. With a small knife he cut a line around the right breast. Kasey's body visibly stiffened, and she start to squirm and cry. The paring knife was replaced with a thin bladed boning knife, the chef grabbed the whole breast with his left hand and starting at the fold under her right breast and he began to slice upward. Kasey writhed in agony with muted screams. And then the breast was pulled from the body. Blood had spattered everywhere. The chef opened a small sliding door on the side of the enclosure and handed the throbbing piece of meat to the waiting helper who placed it on a tray on the cart.

Kasey slumped a little but was still held in place by all the restraints.

The chef wiped away some of the blood streaming down Kasey's body. A circle of pink paper slightly larger than the wound was pressed over it, to reduce the bleeding. And once again the chef toweled blood off the body. The bloody towels were passed to the assistant who exchanged them for a set of clean ones.

Next the paring knife cut a shallow circle around the ankle. A cord was tightly tied just above the circle to act as a tourniquet. An electric saw was used to cut off the right foot. Kasey writhed and screamed in agony.

This time a square section of thigh from the left leg was outlined and the chef used the boning knife to cut a chunk of meat away.

Kasey stopped moving and seemed gone. Her eyes stared unfixed off into space.

Next the hands were cut away for a plate of ladyfingers.

Kasey was turned around and the two plump globes of meat of her ass cheeks were both cut off for rump roasts.

Then a large piece of lower right leg was sawn off for girl meat osso bucco.

Kasey seemed to be shock. Breathing heavily but otherwise motionless.

More cuts of girl meat were excised, always with the same almost ritual procedure.

The cut of girl meat to be harvested was outlined with the paring knife.

The cut of girl meat was harvested using the best tool for the job.

The harvested cut of girl meat was passed to the cook's helper and put on the cart.

The resulting wound was bandaged or otherwise treated to reduce blood loss and trauma.

The body was cleaned.

Then on to the next cut.

Then the chef seemed to slow down. More towels were passed to him and he used them to clean Kasey's blood spattered body, as much as possible. He brushed her hair. He removed the gag and allowed Kasey to drink some potion, till she choked and began coughing. He administered to the wounds rebinding and reapplying some gauze and, once again, wiped as much blood as he could from Kasey's body. He even wiped some of the spattered blood from his face and hands. While all this was happening the cart was wheel to the kitchen and replaced with another cart and helper. The show seemed over.

Then the chef sharpened his knives again.

The light shining in to the enclosure dimmed slightly. A bright spotlight shone onto Kasey's left breast. The Chef approached and then used his paring knife to outline a blood red circle around Kasey's remaining breast. Kasey didn't move, and then he tweaked the nipple hard to produce a squirt of milk. Kasey grimaced. The boning knife was once again used to cut away a girl meat breast. Kasey screamed, no longer gagged, and then slumped.

The chef passed the girl meat prime cut to his assistant and cleaned up as before.

Then the chef took the paring knife and etched lines around Kasey's pubic area. He licked his finger and with the wet finger, he rubbed Kasey's clitoris and labia. And then he stuck his finger into her vagina wiggling it back and forth. There was no reaction from Kasey. With the boning knife he cut deeply extracting the most precious cut of all, a prime girl meat cunt filet. Kasey didn't seem to move, but, during the extraction of the cunt filet, muted screams echoed through the restaurant.

The cunt filet was passed to the assistant and placed on a gold platter and the lights shining on the live girl meat station dimmed so that the restaurant patrons could barely see Kasey and Chef Anton. Applause broke out.

Linda and Joey gasped; they had been mesmerized by Chef Anton's performance. Linda thought, ‘It would almost be worthwhile being a meat girl to be part of a show like that'.

They waited till the cart come by, so that they could see the cunt filet. They had both prepared and eaten cunt filet before but somehow this piece of girl meat had an aura of specialness and mystery around it.

The couple returned to the slaughtering table to find the girl meat face down with her arms and lower legs removed. Blood was seeping from the joints that had recently connected the missing limbs. Michelle greeted them, “Chef Anton really puts on a show doesn't he? I caught some of it including the finale.”

“I removed the meat girl's limbs and gutted her, “Some of the blood has drained off so we can finished cutting her up without the same mess as Chef Anton.”

Joey helped Michelle turn the meat girl over. She had indeed been gutted and the cavity cleaned out and unlike Sophie and Bella, the heart and lung had also been removed.

“Let's harvest the boobs, first. They're just as nice as the ones taken off the live meat girl”, gushed Michelle. She also used a thin boning knife to cut off the girl meat. The knife was slipped into the crease at the bottom of the girl meat's breast aimed downward to the bone and then pushed up to slice the girl meat breast off the body. “ Perfect”, sighed Michelle, “If you cut close to the bone, the boob holds it shape better and if we have to make a breast pouch, the maximum skin is attached. If we need to trim it, no problem.”

The second breast was similarly removed and Michelle with the timbre of pride in her voice said, “Yea, these girl meat breasts are every bit as nice as the one's from the live meat girl. Top Grade Prime Cuts. Big, meaty and as shapely as any I seen. I want to get them into the fridge as soon as possible.”

When Michelle returned, she next harvested the cunt filet. After removing the suction device she commented, “Not too bad, its not as engorged as I would like but the labia look bigger and everything opened out. Not as nice as Chef Anton's but still top grade.” Using her boning knife, the young cook cut off a wedge shaped piece of girl meat.

Once again, an expert cut which would bring top dollar. This time Linda took the precious cut of prime girl meat to the refrigerator. The meat girl's tongue, ass cheeks and a few other cuts of meat were harvested and then the remaining parts of the torso were wrapped in plastic and taken to a large walk-in fridge.

Michelle explained, “It's going to get very busy soon and we have harvested the most valuable parts of the meat girl. Our restaurant patrons favour ordering cuts from the live meat girl or the spit roaster. They wanted to see their meat cut off a beautiful young girl. Cunt filets and breasts sell well providing they are top grade prime girl meat cuts that are equal in quality and appearance to those of the restaurant girl meats. Regular patrons know we only serve meat from our farm raised meat girls or imported meat girls that meet our stringent standards.”

Michelle was right. The kitchen was a beehive of activity. Kasey's girl meat was being cooked, according to order, by all the senior chefs. Sou chefs and assistants were busily at work on the side dishes.

Joey and Linda glance into the restaurant. A chef was basting Bella. The reddish tint of the girl meat's body was darkening. She would soon be done. Linda's mouth watered.

The live girl station was lighted up again and it was evident that that enclosure had been cleaned. Chef Anton had on a clean uniform. Kasey looked better than when they had last seen her. Upon further inspection the couple saw that she had been cleaned and most of the splattered blood was gone. Her breasts and mons veneris were still there. Then, they realized that they were the replicas. The shape and size of the breasts was as they remembered except for the colour. The area where the girl meat cunt filet had been was a different colour but otherwise looked normal. There were similarly colored patches all over the girl meat's body. White gloves were at the end the Kasey's arms where her hands had been but she was still secured to the top of the enclosure by them. A white sac covered the stump where foot and lower leg had been. The dildo up Kasey's ass hole was still there gyrating. The colour of her bum indicated that that area had also been rebuilt using replica parts.

Kasey's head drooped down and she was still but she appeared to be breathing.

A waiter approached Chef Anton and spoke briefly to him. The chef began sharpening his boning and paring knives, as the glass enclosure descended again. An order had been placed.

The Chef lifted Kasey's head and then using the paring knife traced a bloody red line on the right thigh and then cut away the large slab of girl meat. As the chef cut, a barely discernable moan could be heard. The bloody girl meat was immediately passed through the opening onto a tray held by the chef's helper. Then chef proceeded with clean up.

Before the enclosure was raised, two more orders were filled.

The head chef came over to Joey and Linda and announced that the blonde meat girl was ready to be served to the party and asked if they would like to see it. Joey excitedly answered yes. He had all but forgotten about Sophie.

Sophie was on a very large platter.

She looked as if she was asleep. Her eyes were closed but her face seemed entirely normal. Her hair was stylish arranged so that it shone and appeared to be a golden halo around her head. Makeup and been applied expertly and artistically to enhance the beauty of her face. She did look like sleeping beauty.

Her nude body was golden brown. It did look like a dark tan, accentuated by large dark pink nipples and lighter pink full labia lips and a gaping vagina (a cunt cylinder no doubt).

Sophie's legs appeared to be clad in fishnet stockings but upon closer examination Joey realized that it was angel hair pasta meticulous applied to the meat girl's legs.

White high heel shoes were on her feet. Frilly lace was around her wrists, some kind of edible vegetable garnish and a finer frill made of the same garnish material was around her neck. Sophie's body looked flawless. There were no marks on her skin. This was a culinary masterpiece.

Sophie was surround by a colourful medley of vegetables and fruit, enhancing the impact of the presentation.

Chef Tyler bragged, “I'm entirely happy with the way the meat girl turned out. The make up job is commendable. Chef Monica is to be applauded. The pink nipples seem to be natural. No evidence that we used make up. And the legs! The stockings are incredible and everything is edible except the high heels and the vagina tube, which we will be remove just before the cunt filet is served.”

The head chef turned the two waiters and said, “You can serve this meat girl immediately.

Make sure to remove the tube from her pussy at the last moment before you serve the cunt filet.

Take her away.”

Both Joey and Linda thought, ‘Too bad we can't get a taste. Sophie cooked was the most beautiful dolcette that they had ever seen.'

Dining In Style

A helper came up to Chef Tyler and delivered a message. The chef turned back to Linda and Joey saying, “The Marquis has requested the pleasure of your company in the Main Dining Room. You should enter using the main entrance to get the full impact.

Thank you for help here, today and good luck.

Enjoy all we have to offer, in style, this evening.

Adieu.”

The couple went to a bathroom where they washed up. Linda corrected any makeup flaws. Hair was brushed and combed and after final examinations of each other and some minor adjustments they hugged and kissed and then made there way to the entrance of the restaurant.

They entered through an ornate set of double doors much like those of the brothel reception room and were met by the Maitre D. Joey introduce himself and Linda and explained that they had been invited to join the Marquis for dinner. The Maitre D. smiled back at them, bowed slightly and asked the couple to follow him.

As they entered the main room, Joey was impressed by opulence and splendor of the room. The theme was old money Victorian. Oak paneled walls, plush carpets, magnificent cherry wood tables and comfortable plush matching chairs, a variety of tables, cabinets and other furniture, a harmonious blend of accessories to compete the aura of wealth and power. Linda noticed the ample foliage and numerous plant bouquets throughout the room. Large windows where evident, some curtained by drapes and some clear allowing a fantastic view of a pastoral wooded lot and an enormous full moon.

There were two levels and about twenty tables. A group of four tables arranged in an arc faced the roasting pit. Similarly four tables were arranged around the live girl meat station. An additional eight small tables occupied the space between the to area. At the corners were larger tables. They were partially enclosed. On the second floor, there were six tables all partially enclosed, four small tables were book-ended by larger tables in the corner.

In between the pit enclosure and the live meat girl stage was a bar, with six stools. Joey noticed the large window, through which early bar patrons had watched Bella being spitted earlier, was now a mirror.

The couple was led to a second level corner booth, where the Marquis rose to greet them.

The Maitre D. bowed and left. The Marquis shook Joey's hand and acknowledged Linda by, genteelly, kissing her hand. Linda swooned a bit and Joey's smile widened. Joey took the cue and helped Linda to her seat, and then waited for the Marquis to be seated, before taking his seat.

Drinks were ordered and arrived quickly. The Marquis savored his and Joey and Linda took the moment to relax and enjoy the serenity of the moment, ever reminiscing on events of the day.

Drink finished the Marquis spoke. “I want to thank both of you for staying to dine with me.”

Smiling at Linda he quipped, “It's always a pleasure to dine, in the company of a beautiful woman.” Linda beamed, blushing. “And, thanks for helping out.”

Slyly he said, “I wasn't really busy all day. Well, no more than usual. But I like to see what perspective employees will get up to when the fox is away. Chef Tyler and even Alexa let me know what was happening today and both like you kids.”

“I like to have things run smoothly. A hassle free day is a good day. Everyone here has to get along with each other and do a professional job. They don't have to like each other, and some don't, but they can't bring that dislike or other pettiness to work with them.

And, the core of this enterprise has to run like a loving family – disagreements, yes; difference of opinion, OK; different ways of doing thing, of course; but fights, absolutely not, pettiness, leave it at home, anger, work it out and bottom line, in trouble we pull together; we each grow individually and we help each other along the way; if someone's in need, we chip in.”

“Joey I have you pegged in for a top slot. That's why you're getting the VIP treatment. You have chance to fit into my family.”

“And, Oh Linda, I was taken aback, a little, when I saw you. But with your performance today, you have won me over. There's a place for you too.”

“OK enough of that. Were here to enjoy the evening. No more shop talk tonight but I will answer questions.”

At that moment a waiter arrived with small dishes. Girl meat liver pâté. “The kitchen will take good care of us tonight.” And when the waiter handed Linda and Joey menus, he said, “See if any thing appeals to you and we'll have the kitchen prepare it.”

The menu was small, with elegant short description of each item. Joey's eyes stopped at “Choice Cuts of Live Girl Meat freshly cut from the bone and prepared according to your wishes” and he glanced over at Kasey's slumped form. Her milk-engorged breast would have been his first choice but alas it was gone. Maybe he would get to savor a sliver of her girl meat before the evening was over. Linda's mind flashed back to the afternoon with Morgaine when her eyes danced to “Tender Succulent Girl Meats – Spit Roasted”

‘Could the taste of barbequed meat from Bella's cooked pussy be as good as the tastes from the afternoon sex play?' she silently wondered. She hoped good fortune would favor her with a morsel from the barbequed meat girl. She longingly studied now reddish rotating form in the spit roaster.

“What does ‘Market Price' Consult with Waiter”, mean”, asked Joey. His earlier dinner experience had acquainted Joey with the procedure but he wanted to hear what the Marquis would say.

In reply the Marquis explained, “There is a high demand for some parts of meat girls, especially the sex ones. You know, the breasts, the cunt and the ass. To prevent any possible conflicts over those cuts, on our meat girls, over there, we instituted a policy of bidding. Bids are given to the waiters and the highest bidder can order his choice cut. The waiters keep all interested parties apprised of the current highest price. That's why the live meat girl is put on display for an hour. Bids can also be place through the Maitre D. for those who want to come later. And we have an exorbitant, highly inflated, set price for anyone who wants to leapfrog the bidding war. It works out to about half our cost of the whole meat girl, for any one specified cut. But usually there are at least one or two of these buyers, every night. Two tonight. The bidding on the spit roaster's choice cuts doesn't stop till just before she is carved, which should be any time now.”

“Why aren't there any prices on the menu?” a puzzled Linda asked.

“If you're worried about prices, you probably can't afford to dine here. Our entrées start at $1,000. With a membership fee of $10,000 per annum. We are really a diner club as opposed to a restaurant. We have only 500 members and we're careful about who we allow to join. Our member handbook has our menu prices and the waiters know them.

“Wow, why so high?” questioned Joey.

“Well, meat girls are expensive to begin with. As you know, girl meat is still a specialty item, so it's a lot more costly than any other meat. And it should be. As you have no doubt noticed our girl meats are the cream of the crop. Our patrons appreciate aesthetics.”

“The beauty of our girl meats is paramount. And in this regard, good breeding, tenderness of the meat and any other consideration are insignificant. To be honest, I think most of our patrons, both male and female are sexually excited by the prospect of eating a woman beautiful enough to decorate their bed and satisfy their lust. And watching them suffer and die, in pain and agony, is the ultimate turn-on and sexual release. That's why we have the Pleasure Centre next door. We found that our patrons have a passion for liaisons with meat girls on their way to kitchens. Eating out a meat girl's cunt one day and literally her cooked pussy the next is a fantasy come true. And in many cases, the knowledge, that their doom is so close, turns meat girls into real insatiable sex machine. This is especially true of most of the imported meat girls.”

“And Joey, you must know, most farm raised meat girls have been conditioned to be sexual turned on by the prospect of being eaten and the idea of being eaten while still alive or spitted alive acts as an aphrodisiac.”

“Speaking of imported meat girls? Why? Where are they imported from? Are they easier or harder to control and raise?” asked Joey.

“All good questions”, was the reply. “They come from all over the world but our patrons prefer white girls. We buy from independent agents who acquire females from a number of sources. I would venture to say some are kidnapped; some are abducted; some are lured by fame and fortune away from safety; some are bought from desperate parents and relatives; and so on. It's not our business to know. Once they enter our country, we own them. Our antislavery laws limit what they can be used for. But there are no sanctions to prevent us from using them as meat girls. Initially they're hard to control and it's sometimes an effort to break them in. The meat sometimes has a gamier taste and quality.”

“They are usually more muscular, especially the legs and they usual have more normal breast and asses. But a few months at our fattening farm is sufficient to turn them into tender, savory compliant meat girls. We usually have to slaughter any real problems, quickly. They're the ones we label free range.”

“On the other hand, Alexa likes them before they're too docile and domesticated, as long as they can be controlled by her Amazons. Problem is she can't keep them in her pleasure centre for more than a few months, or the authorities will get on our case about the antislavery laws. Bribes and influence only go so far.”

“That beauty, Sophie, was one of Alexa's favorite from day one, but we finally had to cook her. Fortunately, one of our big corporate clients is entertaining their biggest buyer and they wanted, to go all out, to impress their executives. When they saw that Sophie was available for roasting they agreed to pay what ever we wanted, to host and cater their party. And since they don't mind if we gouge them, today's a big payday. Two of executive even arranged for Sophie to entertain the CEO of their buyer, last night and from all accounts she was a smash hit with all of them. Bon Appetite to all of them, tonight.”

At that moment, a waiter arrived with more libations and new treats, a dish of assorted canapés and appetizers. “Those are scallops wrapped in a house made girl meat prosciutto. There are some spicy girl meat balls, some BBQ riblets from last night, miniature pussytail Vienna sausages, deep fried skin rinds and some marinated nipples, we import from South East Asia. Enjoy!”

As Linda savored the chewy tart nipple, the Marquis drew their attention to a waiter carrying a gold plate toward them. Both Linda and Joey easily identified it as the cunt filet from meat girl Kasey, The girl meat cunt filet had been tenderized and grilled rare to perfection with light charcoal lines criss-crossing it. The vagina was still agape and was tinted a dull pink and the labia were bulbous and well defined. A cognac pepper sauce had been poured around it and it was served with a medley of fresh seasonal local vegetables including a baked potato with all its trimmings. It was served to a gentleman sitting with a friend, at the booth next to them.

“That's a meal fit for a King!” whispered the Marquis. “And, he's richer than most Kings.”

The man dining with him is his son and word is that Kasey spent all of yesterday night entertaining him.” Another plate, this time silver, was served to the younger man. Also a prime grade cunt filet with all the trimmings.”

More waiters served waiting patrons. Kasey's cooked girl meat cuts were being served to salivating patrons. Looking around Joey spotted one of Kasey's severed breasts. Surprisingly, it was being served to two young women. It was golden brown but a splash of pink indicated where the nipple had been. A waiter sliced thick slices off the golden mound and plated them and poured a thin stream of creamy white sauce around and over the slices on the plates. The dishes were garnished with rice pilaf and vegetables. The serving platters were removed to the side, except for the sauceboat and the ladies were left to enjoy their dinner. They had had Kasey's beautiful breast stuffed and oven roasted with a cream sauce made using Kasey's breast milk.

Glancing around Linda and Joey could see other dishes. A plate of ladyfingers, girl meat cordon bleu, Kasey girl meat stroganoff on noodles, footlet of Kasey's sole served in a her high heel shoe.

Additional entrées were being served throughout the restaurant: grilled she-loin steak, kebobs of thigh meat, pot-roasted rump, even a head, which served as a vessel for a girl meat stew. There were a variety of dishes, many, traditional dishes adapted to make use of girl meat. But, the most popular seemed to easily recognizable meat girl sex or fetish cuts. People ate with great relish, sometimes, rubbing their crotches or breasts.

The illumination of the barbeque pit brightened and the attention of the restaurant patrons were directed there. The large glass protective screen had been lifted. Two beautiful Amazons dressed in almost nonexistent meat girl leather bikini bras and short skirts; and glistening with oil, entered with a chef, clad in cooking whites. The Amazons entered the pit and carried out Bella's body. It was now reddish brown, the female curves were well pronounced; her magnificent breasts and ass were accented by her shrunken waist. Her face was paler but seemed untouched and her hair flowed unencumbered.

The chef directed the Amazons, in the removal of the spitting pole and restraints, doing minimal damage to Bella's body. And then Bella was plated onto a cart that had been moved to a position in front of the spit roaster window. The chef fussed with Bella until he was happy with the position she was in. A quick brush of her hair, and Bella was ready for the dining room.

With the pole and cunt post removed Bella's vagina and ass hole were gapping wide open. Her labia and clit were not as prominent as the other two meat girls but chef had applied some light pink food dye, to them make them stand out. Her nipples had also been tinted. She wasn't as beautiful as Sophie. She was a cooked piece of meat and looked it, but all things considered, the damage was not severe and in no way detracted from the presentation.

The cart was wheeled through the dining room, so that all could view Bella close up.

After a complete circuit of the room, the cart was stopped by the BBQ pit once more. The chef made a show of sharpening his knives. He wheeled the cart to a table and carefully sliced a V-shaped wedge of meat from Bella crotch that encompassed the whole pussy but extended only to an inch above the top of the vaginal slit. He plated the precious morsel on a plate and then sliced a small chunk of meat from the base of Bella's breast. Sauce was drizzle around the chunks of girl meat. The patron indicated which vegetables and side dishes she wanted and small servings of these were added to the plate. A small cup of sauce completed the plate and it was served to the middle-aged matron. The next table visited had order a crisp nipple and some breast meat. This order was served and the chef continued to circulate and serve the premium cuts of Bella's body. This done, the chef returned to the pit area and proceeded to break up Bella's body so that it would be easier to serve all of the meat, to desirous patrons. Directed by waiters or occasionally signals, the cart transited the room a number of times, slicing and cutting Bella's meat, to order, for those ordering. Linda and Joey were amazed that almost all the tables partook of Bella's girl meat, even those that were already enjoying Kasey's girl meat or had ordered another entrée.

Linda craved a taste of Bella's girl meat but ever mindful of her host, she refrained from requesting a serving, even when the cart passed close by. When the cart was making its last pass, the Marquis motion it over and Linda's wish was fulfilled. A plate with a variety of Bella's flesh, shredded thigh girl meat, tasty ribs coasted with BBQ sauce, titbit size pieces of crisp skin, a forearm drumstick. Linda began to salivate, when the chef served an unexpected tasty morsel onto Linda's dish, Bella's nipple.

The Marquis grinned, “Linda you showed marvelous restraint. I wanted you to enjoy the show. Now you can enjoy the fruits of your afternoon labors. The little morsel on your plate is your bonus. Enjoy.”

Meekly, Linda smiled and then popped Bella's nipple into her mouth. A salty taste assailed her pallet first, the skin was crisp and the meat was a bit chewy and sweet. Good but not as good as when she sucked meat girl milk from it. As she reminisced on the afternoon again, she felt her pussy tingle and her vagina getting moist. She began flexing her legs and puckering her genitalia, she yearned to reach down and rub her pussy but decorum prevented that. All this reinforced what the Marquis had said about eating pussy, both sexually and literally, being the ultimate turn-on.

The Marquis had warned Linda and Joey not to fill up on the Bella morsels and the couple were glad they were able to resist the tempting treats when a waiter arrive with another plate. These were various grilled and fried meats: filet mignon medallions wrapped in smoked pro-she-tto; some chicken fried fem-strips; frauline chops; and patty-burgers. “These delicacies are typical of what the kitchen staff can do with girl meat. They're tender cuts that aren't as popular as they should be because they don't have an obvious sexual connotation. True belles viants, that is lovers of pretty girls, would prefer a filet-mignon or a frauline chop to a cunt filet or Fille Mignon any day and patty-burgers are always tastier than ladyfingers. Linda and Joey each tasted the offerings and contentedly smiled and Linda secret acknowledged to herself that the tender moist filet mignon did taste better than the nipple, even if it was off Bella.

Another plate soon appeared and the Marquis commented. “This treat is courtesy of Kasey. It not my cup of tea but you might like it. The kitchen staff recommended this dish. These are Kasey's family jewels. Her internal sex organs: ovaries, fallopian tube sausage, estrogen gland cakes and some I can't remember. Chef Anton harvested them after he cut the cunt filet. For you. Enjoy….or not.”

Linda popped an ovary into her mouth and Joey tried a sausage. They were OK. But the couple knew they weren't quite ready to enjoy this plate of delicacies.

It was time to see what was happening elsewhere in the restaurant. A quick survey showed that a major portion of Bella was gone or reduced to chunks of girl meat. The chef had continued filling orders while they were enjoying the treats. Patrons had ordered almost every meaty cut available: ribs, chops, lower leg and arm drumsticks, crisp back skin rinds. Staff could be seen removing bone and scraps from tables.

The illumination of the live girl meat enclosure had been dimmed. Kasey still hung in there but now she looked dead. Large chunks of her flesh had been removed and Chef Anton had obvious stopped trying to cosmetically obscure the damage. He looked to be cleaning up. The Marquis piped in, “I think she finally expired about thirty minutes ago. Chef Anton looked to be harvesting some chops or ribs. He had to open the meat girl up to get those and they don't last long after that. But, she put on a good show. That Anton's a master showman.”

More libations arrived. And cognac in hand the Marquis began to ramble. Joey and Linda sipped their liquors and listened intently.

“We really do have the most beautiful meat girls around. You know, we only buy top grade roasters like the ones you and your dad raise, Joey. Perfect meat bodies. Lean. Huge breasts. Wide plump meaty asses. Tender moist and succulent meat. But our customers have to have the best looking ones and we get them. You may have to work a bit harder to get some of them to your standards of body shape and meat quality and it may take a bit longer than your used to, but our customers will show their appreciation. We may pay a premium, a large premium, to get meat girls that meet our aesthetic standards but our patrons will more than repay us, in monetary terms and with their appetites, both culinary and carnal. Did you know, we paid the highest price at the fair, over double anyone else, for that jeune fille you brought to market? And, our clients, who brought her to be roasted, for their son's twenty-first birthday party were happy to pay double what we paid. They said her son almost fell in love with her. She was so cute. They even brought her home for him, the night before, dressed her up in frilly lace and had her hair done professionally. And the parents said that they had never had such tender sweet girl meat before. They even took home the leftovers and the head.”

And about the dining room presentations he offered, “That Chef Anton is a treasure.

He does everything he can to put on a dynamite show. He knows the meat girl is the main attraction so he personally chooses her every day. The meat girl has to have enormous breasts. A nice cunt with big labia or clitoris is nice but as long as it flowery, it's OK. One like tonight's meat girl is ideal. We got a fortune for that cunt filet. A big ass is great but it's on the wrong side, most of the time, and ass lovers aren't that choosy. But the only thing that really counts is the face. The meat girl has to be beautiful. Anton favors young and cute, baby faced; angelic and innocent. And then he likes to etch in pain and torment. His meat girls have to suffered and be seen to suffer. When he cuts off a piece of girl meat, the patron ordering the girl meat and the audience want to know that a sacrifice is being made; a sacrifice in blood and pain. That's why the meat girl has to stay alive as long as possible, to suffer each time someone wants a part of her. It's that, that the patron really wants; not the slab of girl meat. But their sense of normality demands that they know things are not out of hand. Monsters are not loose. The girl is OK. The mess can be cleaned up. But, what they really want is more violence and pain. Someone else's pain not theirs'. And in the end the meat girl must die. Her sacrifice is complete; she offers her body, her meat to her lords and ladies. Her sacrifice is complete, her death sates the hunger the crowd.”

“After pausing to sip his cognac, he continued, “Our real purpose is not serving food. It's entertainment. Chef Anton. The banquet around Sophie.”

“Those company execs don't really care what kind of meat they're eating. But they're turned on by her beauty and the realization that they are enjoying the utmost she has to offer to them and she can't resist in any way.”

“And finally, Bella. Another beauty sacrificed and sacrificing. The kitchen staff goes to a lot of trouble to make her girl meat palatable, the custom made roasting pit with the microwave and tornado convection oven, the special cooker put into the body cavity to cook the ribs and chops and all their other gadgets and gizmos; when most of the audience couldn't tell the difference from roast pig. They wanted to see Bella spitted alive. Again, an innocent young beauty made to suffer for they're benefit and curious entertainment. Sacrificing her well being for their ego satisfaction. And then the pain and suffering is prolonged and intensified by the fires of the pit. The Fires of Hell? And she is helpless to protest or resist.

The final product is ravenously wolfed down by all, because the chefs do make it taste delicious. And because they want to exercise and demonstrate their total power and control over her. Psychologically, their lusts and passions are sated by her body, her femininity, her soul…..or so they think.

And it's our job to provide the meat, literally, and put on the show that entertains them and feeds all their lust and passions.”

Silence ensured. It was broken shortly when a waiter served a final meat dish prompting the Marquis to push the plate toward Joey with the comments. “One last entrée. A special treat for you. The party upstairs is over and I had Chef Tyler assemble this plate of morsels from Sophie.” Slices of white meat with a creamy sauce. Joey was astounded. He would get to eat some of the blonde beauty's girl meat. It was great. Tender with a savory flavor.

He offered some to Linda and the two of them enjoyed the girl meat.

Soon after, the waiter return one last time. “Dessert. Ice cream and cheeses made from meat girl breast milk.”

“I hope my rambling didn't spoil any part of your dinner. I'll blame it on the cognac.”

“I hope this was a memorable evening for both of you.”

The Marquis waited till the couple had finished their dessert, motioned for coffee to be brought to the table and bid the couple adieu.

Linda and Joey savored the coffee and reflected on the day's activity with contented smiles on their faces.

Yes it had been an unforgettable dinner and an unforgettable day.