Dolcettes

Memorable Dolcettes

Joey and Linda, after spend the day touring the girl meat restaurant and

indulging in a memorable meal of girl meat delicacies, are ready to go home.

An Over-Nighter To Remember

As Linda and Joey left the restaurant, they were met by the Maitre D.; who asked if they enjoyed the dinner and the evening. The couple both responded with enthusiasm and effervescent praise. Contentedly, the Maitre D. thanked them and told them if they wished, a room was available for them to spend the night. He informed them that he and all the staff wished their guests to arrive home, safe and sound, after leaving them. And to that end, accommodation was available for guest's rest and recuperate, before embarking on their trip home or for an over-night stay. After a little consultation, the couple gladly agreed. A car was summoned and the couple was taken to a large Victorian style mansion about a mile up the road. A handsome woman in a tuxedo greeted them and then had a bellhop escort them to their room.

As Joey slouched into a plush lounge chair, he remarked, “You have to hand it to the Marquis, he thinks of everything. Can you believe our luck?”

The room was equivalent to a five star hotel with opulent Victorian style furnishings.

Linda kissed Joey and with a twinkle in her eye started stripping provocatively. “Bath time, want to join me?”

Joey needed no other encouragement and soon both of them were nude in the bathroom. The bathroom was about half the size of the bedroom. It was by far the most ornate bathroom the couple had ever been in, complete with a small spa tub and bidet. The couple examined the room for a while and then Linda dragged Joey into a marble shower enclosure. With a stream of warm water flowing over them, they were soon French kissing passionately. Pressing their lips against each other hard; sucking and moaning; thrusting their tongues deeply into each others' mouths; crushing each other's torsos together. Gradually Joey's mouth left Linda's and he began to explore and kiss, lick and suck other parts of Linda's face and body, paying special attention to her earlobes.

As he moved down her body he paid special attention to Linda's breasts. First, licking her left breast hard, starting at the nipple and moving his way down to the base and then back to the taut nipple. He sucked the tit gently. Licked some more and then started nipping and lightly biting it. When his mouth once again found the tip, his mouth enclosed it and he began sucking hard and massaging the breast with his hand, seemingly, to try to get milk from the nipple. Linda moaned. She was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. She felt some pain in her nipple but it didn't matter. Then Joey licked his way over to the other breast and repeated his action again finding Linda's nipple, this time almost viciously sucking on it and massaging the breast vigorously, seeming tying to get a taste of breast milk. Linda felt the pain and moaned even louder. Instead of pushing Joey away, she pulled his head down, harder, on to the nipple. If only she could give him some of milk he sought. Joey's passion abated after a while and he made his way down Linda's torso licking and sucking all the way, stopping to stick his tongue in her naval.

And in no time, he found his next target, Linda's pussy. He vigorously licked as much of the area as he could, nipping and sucking along the way. His finger entered Linda's vagina and anus a number of times. And then he focused on the clitoris and the lips of the labia. But after only a few licks and some vigorous sucking of the labia, he suddenly stopped. He rose, kissed Linda passionately, raised one of her legs by her knee and penetrated her. Linda began to moan again, bucking on the hard prick as if trying to match the ferocity of Joey's thrusts. The two pistoned together violently for what seemed like hours, to them. Linda began shrieking. And then Joey came. Linda felt a gush of warm fluid in her inner core and she let out a loud moan, sagging a bit. But after a second or two, she resumed her bucking. She hadn't cum yet and went after her orgasm. A spent Joey gently pushed her away, as he withdrew his prick. Linda looked at him with a hurt expression on her face and moved her hand to her cunt and began vigorous rubbing her clit until she grunted with quiet release. She had cum but had not really orgasmed.

The couple kissed, rinsed off and left the shower holding hands.

Linda pulled Joey over to the spa tube and tested water. “Nice and warm”, she said, “It's ready for action. I'm not quite finished yet. Wanna join me?” She unclasped Joey's hand and moved her hand to cradle Joey's still partially engorged penis.

“I don't know.” Joey stammered. “I'm kinda weak. I might need some help.”

Linda knelt down and began licking Joey's prick. Her mouth licked around and up and down until the penis was elevated again and then she put her mouth over it and began moving her head up and down and sucking. But after only a short time she stopped, pulled back her head, and licked the tip of the fully erect penis, saying, “Don't want to get you too excited. And with a wrinkle in her eye she said, “The fucking was great but what my little ol' body could really appreciate is some good old fashion cunt licking. And if you're good, maybe, I can show you what I learned from Morgaine.”

 

Joey grinned, seated Linda on the rim of the tub, lifted one leg so it also rested on the rim and bent, to begin licking his love's pleasure trove. He licked everywhere paying extra attention to the clitoris and the labia. He started to suck on one of the lips of the labia and suddenly stopped, adjusted Linda's sitting position a bit and then started finger fucking her, occasionally withdrawing his fingers and rubbing Linda's pussy juice on her clit and labia. He continued putting two or three fingers into Linda's love tunnel while, all the while, massaging Linda's clit with his thumb. Occasionally four fingers briefly slipped in. He had done this many times before and knew which buttons to push to get Linda meowing like a pussycat. Linda's moans intensified, augmented by occasional yelps of pleasure and sometimes pain as Joey played her love instrument like a virtuoso musician.

And then Joey felt her vagina spasm around his fingers. Linda had CUM.

Linda sat up a little and wined, “That was too fast! Do you want to try something new?

When Joey quickly agreed Linda told him about her lesson from Morgaine. Coached by Linda, Joey knelt down to begin. He vigorous licked Linda's pussy again, again paying special attention to Linda's clit and labia. Then he finger fucked her for a while. At one point, he noticed Linda grimace while he was vigorously rubbing and sucking her clit. ‘Tender, I better move on', he thought and explained to Linda, “Just want to make sure your lubed up.” Directed by Linda, Joey found her G-spot quickly. He would have preferred to probe and examine that intimate region more, especially since Linda was so willing, but he knew she was getting tender and more sensitive to pain and he didn't want to ruin her fun. Secretly he knew if he did a good job, there would be more opportunities. Linda's oohs and aaws quickly educated Joey as to what she like best and what brought the most reaction and he used that knowledge to bring Linda to her ORGASM.

The couple rose, hugged passionately and kissed. Linda could feel Joey's erect penis and when they separated, she held it saying, “I'll take care of Mr. Woody later but now I have to have my bath.” She wasn't disappointed when Joey decline to join her, her pussy ached and she needed a rest

Linda was lost in revelry. The warm soothing jets of water had taken away her aches, as she relived the moments before and compared them with her liaison with Morgaine.

A knock at the door broke that revelry.

Upon hearing the knock Joey wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. A young woman dressed in a frilly maid's uniform, holding a tray, greeted him. She was an attractive brunette. The maid's uniform was stylish, black and white with lots of frills and lace. Her skirt was short, showing her nice legs, clad in black net stockings. She was wearing spiked high heels. The top was almost all layered white lace with plunging V showing an ample amount of her ample breasts including an edge of one areola.

She handed Joey the tray which contained glasses of the same liquor they had enjoyed at dinner, and then she pushed in a small blonde girl; curtsied, sang, “Compliments of the management”, turned and left.

Joey shut the door and studied the blonde girl. She was dressed in a baby doll nightie and high heels. The nightie barely covered her ass and Joey could see her pubic slit. She was about five feet tall and looked about eighteen years old. Her hair was cut pageboy style. She had cute innocent baby face. A little cherub in white. She shyly curtsied, removed the nightie, made her way to the bed and lay on it with her legs apart in a casual spread eagle position. The little girl may have had the face of a child but she had the body of a woman, the body of a dolcette to be exact.

When Linda came out her bath, with a towel wrapped around her, she asked who had been at the door. “More Gifts“, Joey replied, now dressed in bathrobe.

“And who's that?” demanded Linda pointing at the reclining figure on the bed.

“Someone's idea of a gift, I guess. She looks like a dolcette”, stammered Joey.

“I serve you”, a meek voice could be heard saying, in a manner that made it unclear whether it was a question or a statement.

The couple debated what to do, and decided to go to bed. Then Joey protested and pointed at the rising cock. “Don't we have some unfinished business first”, Joey protested.

Linda meekly nodded her head. She was no longer in the mood but she had promised.

The cherub was told to sit on a chair. The couple disrobed and climbed onto the bed. Dolcettes were little better than furniture and of no consequence to their privacy.

Linda began to lick Joey's erect cock and give him head. She was a bit taken aback when the dolcette joined them, gently pulling Joey's cock away from Linda and sucking Joey off. When Joey didn't seem to mind, Linda allowed the dolcette too continue giving head.

The dolcette did an expert job, slurping, sucking, licking, and swallowing. Two or three times, she was even able to deep throat Joey. Linda watched, once again getting horny. Linda began to rub her pussy and finger herself but her cunt was still a bit sore. Then it hit her; two could play with this sex-toy. The dolcette willingly spread her legs and smiled at Linda, as Linda began to work the blonde's cunt. In no time Linda was in the thick of it: licking, rubbing, sucking, nipping, kissing the smooth cunt.

Joey called a halt to what was happening, saying he wanted to fuck Linda. Linda meekly told him that she was still a bit sore and pointed at the little blonde. Joey looked understandingly at Linda and nodded in agreement and Joey mounted the dolcette. He had feared he would tear her tiny slit apart but the little dolcette was no tighter than Linda and well lubed by Linda's machinations. After a few thrusts the little blonde seemed to explode into passion. She bucked like a bronco constricting her cunt to keep Joey inside her and Joey rode her like a wild animal. Linda found herself rubbing her pussy again. Now she didn't notice any pain. Joey and Linda came all to quickly with satisfying orgasms. When Joey pulled out his cock, the couple watched in fascination as the dolcette continued to writhe, moaning loudly while she vigorously rubbed her pussy and fingered her cunt. Soon a shriek signaled that she too had orgasmed. Joey and Linda laughingly embraced and kissed.

When Joey and Linda moved to sleeping positions, the little blonde dolcette got some tissues and licked both Joey and Linda's pubic areas clean, drying them with the tissues. She got off the bed and moved toward a chair, glancing back at them for approval. Joey and Linda beamed at the little cherub and motioned her back. The little dolcette got on the bed. Joey pulled her on to his chest and hugged her and with a little kiss, rolled her to Linda. Linda rolled on her side and hugged the cutie and kissed her, and then the couple went to sleep with the blonde dolcette between them.

Morning Chores

Joey woke up with the sun and looked across the pillows to see Linda still blissfully asleep. He glanced around the room to see the blonde dolcette nude wistfully staring out of the window. Careful not to disturb Linda, he made his way to the bathroom to perform his morning absolutions. His morning grooming was completed quickly, using the toiletries provided and he returned to the room. A nude Linda was also up fussing with her hair, and the little dolcette was still seated by the window staring wistfully into the air.

Linda went about her business and the couple dressed. They had left the dolcette alone.

Dressed, the couple went to the door and beckoned the dolcette to follow. She nodded no, saying, “I stay. Kitchen today”.

The bemused couple left. At the reception desk they told the purser about the girl and asked if she was slated for the kitchen that day.

She replied that the little dolcette still had another month or so of fattening. “It was probably the maid. She's convinced that if the dolcettes think this is their last day they fuck better.” Maybe, the maid was right mused Joey and Linda.

The inn was, in essence, a fancy bed and breakfast. Simply fare was offered for guests including buffet style hot and cold tables. Standard breakfast fare was offered. Joey and Linda weren't very hungry but they decided to see what was on the menu.

They returned with cheese omelets made with aged dolcette breast milk cheese, girl meat sausages and smoked girl meat ham slices. And of course they had fresh breast milk cream for their coffee.

Breakfast done, the couple decided to they'd over to the stockyards to see if they could get a tour and offer their services, in lieu of all the kindnesses that had been bestowed upon them.

After getting some direction from the concierge, they climbed a small hill about a mile from the inn and spotted the farm facilities. There were five buildings. Four army camp style dorms and a large farmhouse. As the couple walked down the hill, they noticed that there seemed little activity. And, also there were no pens or exercise compounds. Maybe this was the wrong place.

When they entered the compound through a small gate in the wooden fence surrounding the area, they were met by a man in jeans and a flannel shirt.

The couple introduced themselves and related why they were there. The workman had Joey and Linda wait while he called the office. When he returned he greeted the couple, introduced himself as Hank and led the couple to one of the buildings.

The couple was led through a glass door into a small white foyer with an elevator entrance and a doorway. Hank led them through the door commenting, “Two levels”.

There was one long enormous room. The length of the room was broken up by cubicles.

Joey counted ten on each side. Looking into the nearest, he could see young girls lounging on a set of bunk beds. The beds were narrow although the bottom bed was wider. Joey surmised that all the cubicles were like that one. The girls weren't doing anything; one was napping and the other staring into space. They were both young and cute and nude except for collars around their necks. Linda could see a similar cubicle on the other side, similarly occupied. “There are currently eighty dolcettes housed in this building, forty in this room and forty upstairs.” Looking around Joey could only see a few dolcettes throughout the room but he could hear moans and snores. The trio slowly walked down the room, after Hank nodded to man at a desk near the door. A tall muscular woman was at the desk and also nodded. ‘An Amazon', Joey thought, though, this one was clad in shorts and a brief T-shirt, wearing black boots. She had a cattle prod on a belt. The trio was ignored by the dolcettes both in the cubicles and lounging around elsewhere.

Linda noticed that quite a few of the dolcettes, in the cubicles, were masturbating or screwing. “We leave alone as much as possible, as long as they don't walk around or create a fuss. We do encourage them to masturbate as much as possible or screw each other, usually their bunkmates. We don't like them moving around and don't allow fraternization at all. The only stimuli we provide are sex toys: dildos, vibrators, and such. And lots of lube.”

“Don't they have any activity, at all?” asked Linda.

“Hell no”, replied Hank. Then he interjected, “One of the Amazons or the staff may screw one of them, every so often. And they get a whole body massage twice a day.

We want them tender, remember, not building up muscles. And, they're only going to be around for a couple of months so who cares about entertaining them.”

“Can I check out some of them out? You know their meat.” Asked Joey.

Hank, Joey and Linda went up and down the room, choosing dolcettes that caught their fancy and giving them the type of inspection they were used doing at home: grabbing squeezing and weighing breasts, grabbing and lightly slapping asses, feeling for the smoothness and elasticity of thighs and, of new concern, rubbing and pinching labia to discern their size and shape. Like good dolcettes, not one resisted and only one or two showed any reaction at all. Although some of the dolcettes responded to the examination of their pussies by trying to rub themselves against Joey and Linda's probing fingers.

When Joey asked what the dolcettes were fed, he recognized the name of the feed as one of brands he used. A premium specially formulated organic all vegetable product designed to add weight to breasts and asses and keep the girl meat lean. Hank added that additives were sometimes added to induce lactation and promote good milk production.

Adding that, an activity he forgot to mention was milking. Lactating girls were milked daily and nonlactating girls got special treatments to induce lactation. And, a good helping of aphrodisiacs was regularly added to the feed.

When Linda asked about security, Hank laughed and said that their biggest concern was of dolcettes being stolen. The Amazons were always here and the rooms could be sectioned off quickly, if need be. And as an example, he pointed to a moveable partition in the centre of the large room.

Linda asked about exactly how long the dolcettes “fattened” in the buildings. Hank thought, and replied, “A good farm girl like you knows, nothing is certain in our business. But, if things go as planned. The restaurant uses about a hundred dolcettes a month, twenty a week, and our “fattening” period is three months.

Basically, one of these buildings holds eighty to one hundred, ideally eighty but twenty more can easily be squeezed in. There are three buildings. But Building One is a bit different, it's used for last stage “fattening”; so it's more labor intensive and houses only fifty dolcettes. And through the course of their stay here, the dolcettes are rotated through all four buildings and rooms. To start with, the dolcettes are quarantined, over there in building four, forty to sixty, for two weeks.

Then they go to building two. Four rooms.” He said and motioning around, he said, “With the partition, this is two rooms. It's just easier to supervise with the partition open.

Four rooms, four weeks. Then, they come here. Four rooms, four weeks, also. Then to building one, two weeks. Two, four, four, two approximately three months.”

More questioned were posed and answered by Hank until a man came in and told him that he was required at the intake quarantine building.

Linda and Joey followed Hank to the building and upon entering they were met by a man in coveralls. Hank consulted with him and came back to Joey and Linda, saying, “We have a bit of an emergency. Wally's been having some problems with one of the new dolcettes. She's very ornery and a constant troublemaker and she due to be let out of quarantine on Monday. Today she spit water into Wally's eyes as he was milking her breasts and yesterday she bit the cock, of one of his staff, when the guy was trying to have a lunchtime quickie blowjob with her.

Those were the last straws, Wally called around and a restaurant that buys some of the kitchen surplus and our non specialty meat agreed to buy her, if we delivery her before noon. They roast a dolcette every day and have a bit of a show, spitting her and putting her alive to barbeque.”

“We need to get the dolcette ready and ship her over but we don't really have anyone to take her over. A couple of the staff called in sick today. I hate to ask an Amazon to it”, he thought out loud.

Joey quickly volunteered and after due consideration Hank agreed.

Wally brought a cute small redhead in, on lease. The dolcette had medium wavy bright red hair; medium but full pointed breasts and they could see the top of her tight pubic slit.

Hank told Wally that Joey and Linda would take the dolcette to the restaurant and that he should get out a small van for Joey to use and draw up a map.

Wally nodded to Hank and then nodded to the couple. When Hank left, he turned to Joey and said, “I'm giving this piece of meat a good bye present first, wait here.”

Wally jerked the lease and dragged the dolcette into a small room and threw her down on a small cot saying, “I'm going to rape you. I'm making you pay for all the trouble you've caused me.”

When the dolcette glared back at him, defiantly, he slapped her. Then while she whimpered, he unbuttoned the crotch of his coveralls and pulled out his erect cock. Pushing the dolcette down with a hand, he easily thrust has hard cock into her, to the hilt.

Wally continued thrusting while she gyrated and squirmed. After a few minutes he flipped the dolcette over and slapped her ass hard. telling her to stay put. He applied some gel to his prick and then thrust in, as deeply as he could into the dolcette's anus, bellowing, “I knew your ass was tight. No one had a chance to use it, here.”

The meat girl shrieked, crying, “That hurts. Stop it.” But Wally penetrated her more deeply and violent, while holding her down and slapping her ass when he could. Wally seemed to go wild and the dolcette was sobbing and crying woefully. Finally he came.

A redressed Wally rejoined Joey and Linda saying, “The piece of meat has been cleaned up already. I'll go get the van”, and he departed, handing the leash to Joey.

The dolcette turned to Joey and Linda and, with tears streaming down her eyes, sobbed. “Am I going to die and be eaten? Is it going to hurt?” Linda and Joey said nothing. Finally she turned to Joey and begged, “Please make love to me. I want to feel like a real girl not a dolcette, one last time.” Joey glanced over at Linda and she nodded yes.

Joey dropped his pants and maneuvered the dolcette over a desk. He started licking the meat girl's smooth hairless cunt. Softly he covered every part of her sex: licking her clit and labia and then gently sucking and nipping them. He finger fucked her, noting that she was moist and warm. Then he French kissed her, softly but passionately. His mouth went to her left breast and her licked it all over, finally reaching her nipple. Licking turned to sucking and Joey was rewarded with a jet of milk. He continued milking the dolcette while she moaned. When he moved to the other breast, Linda took over licking and milking the cute little girl. After a short while, he thrust into her. He continued slow deep thrusts while licking and sucking the dolcette's nipple. Linda hadn't stop milking the other tit and was rubbing the dolcette's clit. Soon the girl grunted and let out a deep moan. The contractions of the vaginal walls told Joey that she had cum. He increased his thrusts until he flooded her love tunnel with warm goo and withdrew.

The dolcette lay still while Joey redressed. Linda yanked the lease saying. “We have to go now”.

The girl hopped off the table and turned to Joey meekly saying, “Thanks. I won't be any more trouble.

Linda gave the dolcette a drink, the same fortified brandy the kitchen used to pacify their dolcettes. She drank it down and trio exited.

Joey drove the van to the restaurant with no problems. He took the nude dolcette to the kitchen eliciting little response from the few customers milling around.

The cook, a handsome buxom brunette, greeted them saying, “Oh you're here. You made good time. I'm Liz.” And raising the dolcettes head with her hand said, ”Not bad. Cute. I guess she's worth the extra trouble. Has the meat been cleaned up?”

Joey and Linda introduced themselves and chatted with Liz. During the chat, Joey and Linda learned that the cook was getting ready for her show. “We put on a dolcette to spit roast for dinner, about now, so that the lunch crowd can see her being prepped and spitted. It's a good lunch draw. I skin the girl meat ALIVE and then we spit her for the barbeque. Her skin including the head is displayed while she roasts and at dinner.”

The cook left to redress for her performance and returned dressed only in a scanty black leather bra that could barely hold her big breasts and a short black leather skirt-apron and black-laced boots. She gave the dolcette a drink and then dragged out the dolcette to a glass enclosure and hung the dolcette by the hands to a hook on the ceiling of the enclosure. The dolcette was drowsy and showed no resistance.

The cook toweled the dolcette entire body making a show of cleaning the cunt and tweaking milk out of the dolcettes breasts. Tweaking the nipples had been enough to elicited pained moans. Then she turned to the watching crowd saying, “Does anyone want to pleasure her?” A youth was picked from the group that had raised their hands, allowed to enter the cubicle, drop his pants and begun penetrating the dolcette. After about five minutes Liz pulled the youth off the dolcette, saying, “Sorry son. We can't wait all day. The show must go on.”

As the youth left, Liz wiped the cunt again. Gave a sip of brandy to the dolcette and then gagged her. Liz started honing her knives with a sharpening steel. That finished; with a skinning knife in hand, she turned the dolcette so her back faced the audience. Liz slit a skin-deep line down the whole back, from the nape of the neck to the start of the ass crack. The mirrored back of the enclosure showed the agony on the dolcette's face and the crowd could hear her muffled scream. A young woman dressed in a uniform, similar to Liz, entered the enclosure and Liz told her to “Hold the meat still”.

Slowly, deliberately and carefully the knife was used to peel the skin away from the dolcette's body. The dolcette was squirming, her eyes wildly flashing, making muffled screams. Liz's helper controlled the dolcette enough for Liz to remove the skin in one piece, as one removes a sleeper from a baby leaving attached the feet, hand and head. Joey noticed that the breast area and vaginal area had been cut close to the bone, leaving most of the meat attached to the skin. Finally after almost an hour, the skin was entirely pulled away from the body, except for head and held up for all to see. The crowd cheered.

A bag was used to contain the skin suit still attached to the head and the assistant wrapped the bloody red body with clinging clear plastic wrap. Liz left the cubicle to the applause of the crowd, leaving the dolcette's body still hanging on the hook and leaving her assistant to clean up the enclosure. The dolcette was unmoving and quietly breathing shallowly. She was still alive.

A cleaned up Liz returned to a cleaner cubicle, pushing a cart into it. With her assistant's help, the dolcette was loosened and maneuvered on to the cart face down; her waist resting on a wedge which lifted her ass up and allowed her legs to droop downward. The head of the dolcette also hung down, with her head resting at the end of the cart on the edge. Liz used a knife to slit the carcass open, allowing the helper to gut the dolcette and clean the cavity. The heart and lungs were left in.

Then Liz removed a metal spit from the side of the cart and pushed it into the dolcette's anus, through the empty body cavity and with the helper guiding the point, past the heart and lungs and out of the dolcette's now ungagged mouth. The cute red headed dolcette had been brutally skinned alive and live spitted. Only a barely perceivable rising and falling of the chest indicated that the dolcette was still alive.

The crowd clapped politely this time.

Liz and the helper carried the spit girl to a nearby barbeque pit and secured the spit into place, removed the wrappings, installed a cunt post and tied the bag containing the “skin suit” to the spit in front of the head. Then the rotisserie was started and the cooking elements turned on, to low.

Liz saw Joey and Linda and joined them saying, “Did you like my show? The dolcette's still alive but she won't be for long. The customers are getting an extra treat today. I usually don't bother leaving the head on when I spit the meat, but promised Wally I would roast the girl alive. I hope that bag with the skin stays cool till the meat dies and we can lop off the head. Our customers like to see the skin displayed.”

When Joey asked about the breasts and cunt, the cook replied, “Yea you're very observant. We harvest the breasts and cunt filet for resale to the high-class restaurants and gourmet girl meat markets. Our customers can't pay those high prices and on a barbequed spit roaster, by the time she's cooked, no one can tell they're gone.”

A half hour later, Liz and her helper wheeled a cart to the barbeque pit and removed the dolcette and wheeled the body back to the kitchen. A short time later, they were restoring the body to the rotisserie. The head had been removed and the body readjusted. The heat was turn up. Then Liz displayed the skin suit with head attached, in a special case by the BBQ roaster. At first glance it looked like the dolcette was standing in the case but further inspection revealed the truth of the situation. The cute redheaded dolcette was now truly only a piece of bloody meat, cooking for someone's dinner.

Amazons Having Fun

Linda and Joey were sipping a cold drink, contemplating returning to the farm, when Linda was surprised by the entrance of Morgaine. When Morgaine spotted Linda, the Amazon made her way to the table and joined the couple. Morgaine was wearing casual clothes, jeans and a t-shirt jersey that emphasized the bounty of her big breasts.

She explained that it was her day off and that she was a friend of Liz.

The women chatted, giggling and laughing as they reminisced over their activities the day before. When Liz took a break and joined them, Morgaine regaled her with an exaggerated recounting of their adventures. Laughingly, Liz said, “You should tell them about the Christmas party three years ago. You know, the one with Athena.”

Morgaine contemplated and saying, “OK”, launched into her narrative. “The restaurant used to let us, Amazons, throw a party for ourselves, using their party room. They would also provide a prime dolcette for us to cook. Well three years ago, our party got a little out of hand.”

“A LITTLE out of hand?” laughed Liz.

“OK. A lot”, replied Morgaine. “Anyways, there were about twenty of us including Liz; she was one of us, then. They gave us this cute little blonde dolcette and our planning committee decided that we would cut her up alive and grill her meat rather than roast her.

Any way, the girl was brought in with lots of booze. Some of us had already started partying, a long time before, so we were flying in no time. Of course, some of the girls were already playing with the dolcette and pleasuring each other. The dolcette was squealing. At some point someone grabbed the dolcette's boob causing her to scream and suggested that we see who could make the little dolcette scream the loudest.

Some one else said, “Yea but we can't kill her before dinner.”

Finally, it was decided that if someone accidentally killed the dolcette that person would take dolcette's place as the dinner. And we, even, all signed forms volunteering to become dolcettes. As we all got drunker, girls started taking turn torturing the dolcette. Some fucked her instead, but most wanted to inflict pain. The little dolcette was slapped, punched, pinched. What ever we could think of. Some one even said, “We have to tenderize her or she'll be tough. Keep on going girls”

“Any ways, the poor little thing was screaming and really carrying on, so we gave her lots of the kitchen booze. You know, the stuff they use to pacify the dolcettes.” Morgaine continued as Liz left, to return to her duties.

“Anyways, this bitch Athena, gets her crack at the dolcette and strangles the meat girl. One of the other Amazons says the dolcette is dead and that Athena has to take the meat girl's place. Of course, we all laughed her off and tried to revive the little thing but she wasn't moving and didn't seem to be breathing. Another Amazon, one from the brothels, repeated that Athena had to replace the dolcette and found her volunteer form and waved it in the air. Athena was a real bitch; she was one of the pit display girls. You know, the ones that carry the spit roaster and she thought that she was God's gift to mankind or with her bent, womankind.

A real ass kisser to the big shots. And she never missed a chance to shaft one of us, if she could. But she was one of us, so we had to protect her.

The brothel Amazons all argued that Athena follow through on her pledge. They disliked the bitch even more than we did. Anyway the conflict was building, when someone clubbed Athena into unconsciousness and the brothel Amazons pulled her body into their midst. And finally, we all agreed with the brothel Amazons. We stripped Athena nude and tied her to the rack in the party room. And, then we took turns abusing Athena's body and pleasuring ourselves on her. After we shook her awake, the brothel Amazons taunted her, telling her how they were going to gut her alive, spit her alive, roast her alive and eat her up. And, you know Athena got turned on and begged everyone to get her off.

Well, It seemed like a good idea so we all took a turn. After about half us had our turns, Athena began to scream for us to stop. She was crying and shaking. I guess the booze was wearing off a bit. Anyways, we ignored her and kept going. And the new contest became who could get the Amazon to scream the loudest and longest. As we all got drunker, we were more concerned with how cruel we could be, rather than how creative.”

“Athena passed out, and someone said, we better put her on to cook soon or she would be too tough for us to eat. So Liz who sometimes worked as a kitchen helper and was a butcher, was elected to gut Athena. Liz was implored to make sure that Athena wasn't killed.

And one of the kitchen Amazons said that we had to get Athena off a couple of times to flavour her meat properly and she volunteered. She did a good job from what I could see.

She's an expert cunt licker and the best at G-spot orgasms. She must be good because Athena came to and we could plainly see her cum.”

“Liz gutted Athena and cleaned her, with her heart and lungs left in, the way the do in the kitchen. And then ass spitted her. It wasn't hard because the body cavity was left open. Oh yea. Liz harvested Athena's boobs and cunt filet for the kitchen because we were supposed to harvest the dolcette's choice cuts for kitchen as a part of the deal for getting the little cunt”

“Liz put Athena on the rotisserie. She only lasted about fifteen minutes but she was rubbing her cunt on the cunt post during that time, trying to get off, one last time.”

“She wasn't as nice looking as the restaurant spit roasters. But I guess she tasted OK. I was too drunk to really tell”

“Anyways, after putting Athena on the rotisserie, Liz started to harvest the boobs and cunt filet of the dolcette, and when Liz started to cut into the dolcette's boob, the little cunt came to, screaming. We all decide that Liz should continue and we should continue with the dinner plans we had had for the dolcette. So Liz harvested the dolcette's boobs and cunt filet as she screamed. And then we tied the dolcette to the rack and each of us carved the cut of meat we want to grill for dinner. The little thing stayed alive the whole time in agony.”

The dolcette expired some time later. Probably bled to death sometime, none of us really noticed.”

“Anyways, the big wigs were pissed.” But we had the volunteer form and they had two free boobs and a grade A cunt filet, for no charge.”

“There were rumors going around, afterwards, that those brothel bitches recovered Athena's head and had it repaired and mounted as a trophy. And, one that they pooled money together and bought one of her boobs, made the skin into a pouch, and ate the meat at New Year's eve party.

Dungeon Life

Shortly after Morgaine finished her story, Joey and Linda decided they had better return to the estate. On the way back, they decided to split up. Joey was going to go back to the farm; he needed to return the van, anyway; and see what else he could learn there.

But, Linda was more interested in the main house. She wanted to see more of the Pleasure Centre, or failing that, the kitchen.

Joey dropped Linda off at the door of the mansion and proceeded to the farmyards.

Linda entered the reception area. There were six dolcettes on display and about ten other people milling around. She turned to greet Alexa, who was rising from her chair. Alexa was stunning, her blonde hair a swirling mass of smooth soft curls haloed around her perfectly made up face. She was dressed in a satin black mini dress with a plunging décolleté and black spiked high heel pumps, no stockings.

The two women traded pleasantries for a while, with Linda giving a gushing summery of the events of the previous day, especially of the dinner and the inn, and asked if their was anything she could do there.

Alexa beamed saying, “I chatted with the Marquis before I left for the day, yesterday and he said, we couldn't let a beauty like you get away. He asked me to think about a role for you here, where we could capitalized on your good looks and personality.” Anyways, I was serious thinking about it.”

Pausing she said, “If you're serious about helping out, I could use some help downstairs, for a while. One the minders got pretty badly beaten up today and we had to send her to hospital and I can't get another girl to come in till this evening.”

Linda's reply was, “Great what do I have to do?”

“OK. Let me describe the set up downstairs and what goes on.

First of all, it's called the Dungeon because it is a dungeon.

There are six cells. One is used to display the dolcettes. They're hung from the ceiling on hooks, with their hands together and stretched so that they're on their toes.

Usually six of them.

Four cells are used for fun and games.

We like to keep the other cell empty, for emergencies or special clients.

The cells all have bars. You know jailhouse style. So every one can see everything but there are screens that can be put up, for the shy ones.

Each of the four cells has a minder to find out what the customer wants and make sure he leaves happy. They can get the toys; you know whips, pins, ropes and so on. They cater to patrons' whims and desires, coddle them, admonish them, scold them, whatever it takes to get them off. Usually, after a customer has been in a few times, they know what turns him on and doesn't and how he'll act. The girls trade info.

Sometimes the girls join in, especially if the customer's into female domination. All the girls are dominatrixesses, given the chance. They can get tips for joining in but we caution them, that if there is any chance of them getting hurt or of the situation getting out of hand, to steer clear. Poor Paula forgot that bit of advice and paid for it.

But most importantly, the chaperones are there to ensure that things don't get out of hand. And, that the dolcettes are not seriously hurt or marred. After all, the kitchen likes them to look nice when they serve them. They have to keep things in some control down there.

They're also always at least two Amazons at all times on alert.

Any questions?

No.

Well if you're still willing. I'll get some one to get you a uniform you can slip into and take you down there.”

Linda changed into a skimpy costume. A black leather black widow corset with a push up bra. A medium length black leather skirt. Black Jack boots with medium heels and steel pointed toes. A black lace collar. The feel of the leather told Linda that it had been made of the finest girl meal skin. She adjusted her makeup and was led down to the dungeon.

Yes, it was a dungeon in the classical sense. Dark and Dank. Moss covered stone brick walls and floor. The room was long and narrow. The cells were laid out as Alexa had described, along one side, leaving a corridor that the cell doors opened in to. The room was stark. The cells contained minimal furniture: some simple wooden chairs and cots. One had a long wooden table, no doubt a torture rack. One had an iron maiden. There was a water gutter running along the floor and each cell had a pail of water.

An Amazon stood at either end of the corridor. They were both brunettes, tall and muscular, wearing black leather uniforms, similar to Linda's but looking heavier and less scanty. The skirts were hemmed to just above the knee. The corsets were thick-layered leather flecked with metal flashes, covering an area from the navel to the upper chest, with only a short slit between the bugling breasts. A black belt girded their waists, on which hung a small Billy club, handcuffs and other deadly looking instruments.

They stood erect, projecting a menacing aurora – Don't mess with us of you'll be sorry.

Three nude dolcettes were, indeed, dangling from the ceiling. They were all young and extremely cute, two were blondes, one with a short milky whitish pageboy and the other a fountain of soft, highlighted smooth curls of shoulder length; the third had dense rich chestnut brown hair that ran down her back

All three had innocent looking faces that reflected classical beauty.

The taut stretched bodies were classic dolcette, big oversized shapely breasts, a small waist and a plump round ass.

They were silent and there appeared to be distress in their eyes.

Four cells were occupied. Linda could make out girls dressed in costumes like hers and two men and three other women in the cells. All busy. Various sounds emanated from the cells: screams, moans, cackles, laughs, crying, moaning, shouting, slaps, whip snaps, gears turning.

No one came out to greet her, so Linda waited, studying the scene. At one point, a tallish blonde girl stepped from one cell and went into another, for a moment. She continued jogging between the adjacent cells, once even acknowledging Linda with a smile.

After about ten or fifteen minutes, the blonde girl and bearded middle-aged man emerged from the cell. The blonde handed the man a brown caftan, which he slipped on and then the blonde escorted the man from the room.

An Amazon carried a young girl from the cell and took her out of the room at the opposite end.

The blonde woman returned alone. She wore a costume similar to Linda's but not as stark, there were occasional flashes of colour. The bodice of the corset was studded with human nipples, dolcette nipples. She nodded to Linda, saying, “I'll be right back” and reentered one of cells.

Five minutes later the blonde was at the cell entrance, summoning the second Amazon, who went into that cell and emerged with a body cradled in her arms,

The blonde came out with a young couple and led them out of the room.

Upon reentering room, the blonde identified herself as Mistress Sonia and smiled when Linda told her that Alexa had sent her down to help out.

Within minutes of each other, the other cells were vacated and Linda and Mistress Sonia were joined by two other young women dressed in the similar uniforms. These girls identified themselves as Miss Janet and Madame Julia.

A man and a woman came down the stairs with the receptionist. And were introduced to Mistress Sonia and Madame Julie. Sonia chatted with the man, heavily built and middle aged. Julia, a willowy slender red head, talked to the woman, a slightly overweight brunette.

One couple at a time, the four people went into the cell with the hanging dolcettes. Linda watched as the dolcettes were examined. Sonia and Janet led their charges to the back room and then they directed each of the Amazons, who had returned, to carry a dolcette to a cell and hang her on a hook. The new clients had chosen their toys and were getting into their costumes for fun and games.

Linda met the other Wicked Wardens, as they like to call themselves, and was welcomed to the bosom of their lair. Mistress Sonia pointed at the dolcette nipples on her outfit, saying, and “This indicates that I'm the senior Warden. We feel were pretty much equal here, but I have the most experience and if shit happens, the big shots upstairs generally blame me and expect me to sort it out.”

“Since you're helping out today, we'll give some advice. Follow the lead of whoever's closest. We'll all guide you through. Basically, we're here to make sure our customers have a good time and that the Barbee toys, oh that's what we call the dolcettes, are not marred or visibly bruised in anyway. The customers change next door into costumes, if they want; they pick their Barbee toy and the other toys they want and go to a cell, to have fun.

Get an Amazon to take the Barbee toy to a vacant cell and get the toys the customer wants, stand back while the guy or gal has fun. The Barbee toys are told to scream as loud as they can, as often as possible and cry, moan, shriek, etc. in exaggerated manner,

when the situation right. We tell them that it'll make the customer think he's hurting them and the customer might go a bit easier. I know you think that's a bit much for a dolcette but we try to pick the dolcettes with some awareness, left.”

“Let things run their course unless the guy's killing her.”

“When the guy climaxes, sexually or psychologically, the session is over. Lead him back to the dressing room. They are signs there to direct him out. The Amazon will carry the Barbee toy to the recovery room. Watch the time. An Amazon will warn you, if the session is timing out. The session ends fifteen minutes earlier than the time allotment. That gives us time to clean up.”

“The Amazons will make sure at least three Barbee toys are always on display. We generally have six or seven, being constantly rotated. That gives them time to catch a breath, if they need to. Oh, they usually carry the Barbee toys around. It maintains the weak hurt female illusion and the kitchen likes tender vitals.”

“That should cover it. If you need help, try and get one of us but don't disturb the session, unless you think it's an emergency. Management will accept some damage and loss to the Barbee toys but don't want to loose a client. Don't ask the Amazons for anything, they're useless cows.”

Linda's day progressed eventfully. She watched a couple stretch a Barbee toy on a rack and apply clothes pegs, clamps and pins to her genitalia and tits. And then drip burning wax over the breasts. Her heart rate went up and her pussy began to tingle.

A couple of men fucked a Barbee toy wearing a nun's head covering and then whipped her while she was hung in the air. Linda felt her pussy tingle again and her pussy moistened.

When a man put a noose around the neck of a Barbee toy and proceed to hang the Barbee, Linda almost panicked, especially as the Barbee toy's face turned blue, but the session was uneventfully terminated when an Amazon came in, to the to warn that time was almost up.

Linda had begun panting and rubbing her thighs together, before the sense of alarm jarred her back to reality.

She couldn't believe it when a woman spanked a Barbee toy with a paddle and then had Linda help her place the Barbee in an iron maiden. Copious amounts of blood flowed down to the gutter and the girl was a bloody mess when an Amazon carried away, what Linda thought was a dead body, in front of the woman; but Amazon seemed unconcerned and little later she saw the cleaned up Barbee toy hanging, once again, in the display room. While assisting the matron, Linda seemed to enter a state of dreamy revelry that worked its ways to her cunt. She could almost feel her juices flowing down her thighs. This time, the copious flow of bright red blood jarred her back to reality.

Linda was relieved when the evening staff took over and Sonia invited Linda to join her for a drink in the reception room. Alexa was not there but there were more people milling around and having drinks. Only two dolcettes were on the display, prompting Linda to believe that the encounter rooms were busy.

“So, you survived”, chucked Sonia. She and Linda were still in their warden outfits. Alexa gave the wardens free libations, if they hung around after work, in their costumes, hoping to drum up new business for the already profitable Dungeon.

“Barely”, Linda whispered. “I was sure that two of the Barbee toys were dead meat. One was hung by a guy and a woman put one into the iron maiden.”

“I figured that my career was a short one.”

“But it was oh so sweet.”

“I was all set to call you twice. When the Barbee turned blue. But an Amazon came in, stopped session and didn't say anything when she took out the body.

And when, I saw all that blood and the bloody body, I figured that was it. But remembered you said not to bother you unless it was an emergency. And I was sure the Barbee was dead already, so I decided to wait. I almost panicked.”

Sonia replied, “You did the right thing. Remember I told you that things were heightened, to put on a performance. You know screams, over reaction to pain and so on. Some of the props are carefully designed to create the impression that a lot of damage is being done and a lot of pain and punishment being administered but it's all part of the act.”

“We knew that guy was going to hang the Barbee, he does it all the time, so the Barbee had a special collar to protect her throat, then she was told to hold her breath as long as she could. We told her if she didn't, the guy might really hang or worse.'

“The iron maiden was a stage prop we got. The spikes inside retract and there are bags of fake blood that rupture to make the mess.”

“Do the customers know that?” Linda blurted out.

“May be” was Sonia's considered reply. “Especially the guy that hangs Barbees. But he gets off and keeps coming back. I won't tell you all of our secrets but thing are not always as they seem and our job is to keep the customers happy and coming back”

Linda asked about the accidents earlier that day and the one yesterday and after some thought, Sonia said, “They were bad. Francie, the warden, got her hands tied by a client and then the guy tried to hang her and whip her. An Amazon eventually saw what was going on and jump in but then the guy freaked and started fighting with the Amazon. Fancie was knocked off the hook and the client and the Amazon and a pile of other stuff including a wooden rack unit, all fell on Francie. She was the only one hurt, really.

The guy was a regular who liked to whip Barbees and fondle their breasts and cunts. Then he whips them for a while. Then puts a noose around the girl's neck and hangs her, at one point holding her up and fucking her. And after he cums, he leaves the girl hanging and exits. We know ahead of time that he's coming, so we prepare, like with your hanging victim. But today he managed to convince Francie to let him treat her as a second victim, waiting to be hanged, with her hands tied, huddled at his feet, begging for mercy. Since he's a regular, Francie probably thought it was OK. And she wanted the tip. But the guy took down the Barbee and hung Francie and he was whipping her when the Amazon saw them. And Francie wasn't wearing neck protection.”

“Don't ever let someone tie you up.”

“And yesterday, a guy was torturing a Barbee. You know the clothes pegs on the tits and pins into the labia routine, when he started strangling the Barbee. Before the warden realized how serious it was and that the Barbee didn't have on neck protection, it was too late. The Barbee was dead. We think maybe he broke her neck rather than strangled her to death. But dead is dead. He's not really a regular but he's been in enough for the warden to feel comfortable with him.'

“Will he be allowed back? Is there any consequence?” puzzled Linda.

“If he pays for the Barbee. Anyone who kills a Barbee has to pay half of the replacement cost of a new Barbee, unless the management rules the death our fault, or it's ruled an unavoidable accident, or he looses his membership here. If he pays, I guess he'll be back. Usually something like that is just pocket change to them.”

“I guess that's fair. She was only a dolcette.” Linda answered.

“And I can see how you can loose control down there…. I mean downstairs. Or maybe down there.” She said pointing at her pussy.

She whispered, “My pussy was really getting wet and was I getting horny, a couple of times. I wanted to join right in …..or even be the Barbee.”

Sonia chuckled, “I know what you mean kiddo.” And the two wardens shipped their drinks contentedly.

The Birthday Boy

About the same time Linda was relaxing with Sonia, Joey was taking meal break with Hank He had been invited to the employee café were he was served a simple satisfying meal of girl meat stew. Joey and Hank had been trading tales about their most memorable girl meat meals when Hank said. “I guess my most memorable meal was when I turned twenty one. It didn't taste all that great but I was the one who provided the spit roaster for the dinner.”

“My dad took me to a special resort. You could hunt down your own dolcette and have her cooked for you. And you could spend the night before the hunt with your chosen victim, if you wanted. Well, my dad arranged for me to do just that.”

We arrived at the resort early in the afternoon and after registering and signing in, I got my room. Dad went back to the city, so he wouldn't cramp my style, after finalizing all the arrangements for my over night and hunt the next day.”

“After I unpacked, I got a knock at the door and there was this beautiful woman standing there. She was in her mid to late twenties with long smooth wavy brown hair highlight with blonde streaks. She was Eurasian. She had on a black velvet mini dress that went down to mid thigh. She had a full lush figure with big breasts and a big ass. Not a typical dolcette shape. More lush, wider, almost fat. The kind of body I like the best, And her face the most beautiful I have ever seen……I still can't fully describe it but it was the sexiest face I'd ever seen and it still is.

“She identified her self as Tera and said she had been hired by my father to make sure I had a memorable birthday.”

“We chatted a bit, about what I don't know what. And then we went downstairs to the pool area. She led me to a group of young girls, lounging on chairs dressed in frilly underwear. You know, the Victoria Secrets kind. And then said to the girls, “This is Harold, he's turning twenty one tomorrow and I would like one of you to help him enjoy his birthday tomorrow AND tonight.” The girls all giggled and nodded. Then Tera told me to pick the one I like the most and not to be shy about examining them and to take my time. I looked all of them up and down and imagined what it would like to have sex with them. They were all super cute, two blondes, a brunette and an Asian, Vietnamese or Thai maybe. Looked about fifteen or sixteen, but they were probably at least eighteen.

Then Tera start undressing one of the blondes, asking me how I could make a choice without seeing all the girls' goodies and touching the merchandise.

Well I didn't need another invitation so I undressed the brunette and rubbed my hands over her. At one point she even guided my hand to her pussy and pushed my finger into it. She was moaning all the time, as if she loved it. After feeling everywhere, including groping her breasts, she pulled my head down and kissed me.

I examined one of the blondes next. She was the cutest but her breasts were smaller and her body leaner. She moaned quietly while I ran my hands over her and closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. When I groped her, she let out a squeal of delight and moaned to do that again. So I did. As I bent down, she raised her head and kissed in mid air.

The Asian was next and she was cute. I started to undress her, as she began removing her bra. Her body was fuller than the little blonde but to my mind she was no comparison to Tera. I rubbed hands over her body and weighed her breast and she tried to get me to push my finger into her cunt but I wasn't really in to it. I gave her a peck on the lips and moved to the last little blonde, as the Asian girl pouted.

The last blonde was already nude. Tera had undressed her. She had a more typical dolcette body with the biggest breasts and the plumpest ass. Her hair was whitish blonde and she had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. As I began running my hands over her she whispered “Pick me, pick me” and began to masturbate, rubbing her pussy hard. When I felt her breast, a drop or two of milk oozed out and she moved my head so that my mouth was soon sucking milk from her nipple. Then she went back to masturbating and whispering, “Pick me. Pick me.” As turned on as I was from drinking her milk and by her blue eyes, I just felt she wasn't the one.

I stepped back a bit and examined the three girls who were now all masturbating and quietly moaning.

I chose the first blonde. I'm already partial to blondes, and this one bewitched me. She seemed so innocent and vulnerable. I could see that the other girls had bigger breasts and nicer bodies, and that the last blonde was so cute and kept whispering pick me pick me.

I wavered a bit between the two blondes; thinking how hot the two blondes would be in bed.

When Tera asked if I had chosen, I said yes and pointed to the cute temptress.

Tera turned to a maid and said, “Have her prepared”.

I returned to my room not believing what had happened. I debated going out for dinner or ordering in, when Tera called saying that I had to meet with my guide for the hunt.

I went to the office and met with a man dressed in classic safari attire. Kirk advised me that I would be hunting with him for a dolcette that would be spit roasted for my birthday dinner.

The dolcette would be released on the grounds and I would hunt her and catch her, with his help. Then he would assist in preparing the dolcette for the dinner. He asked if I had picked a dolcette yet and when I hesitated, he elaborated asking if I had examined some young girls by the pool. Then it hit me that the little blonde, I had chosen, was the dolcette.

I ate a quiet dinner in the dining room, not sure if I was excited or upset that the little blonde was only a dolcette, not a real human girl and I went back my room wondering if Tera was only a dolcette and pining to see her again.

When I entered the room, I was startled to see Tera lying on my bed, dressed in the sexiest white lace lingerie that I had ever seen, with a big smile on her face.

She beckoned me to her, kissed me and asked if I was ready for tonight's entertainment. She undressed me, then fondled and sucked my cock till it was erect. Then pushed a button, where upon a big beautiful blonde woman dressed in black leather, cradling a young girl, entered from the bathroom and deposited the girl on to the bed. It was the dolcette.

The blonde bowed slightly and left.

The dolcette had her hands tied and was wearing a short baby doll, looking wide eyed at us. Tera kissed me again and said, “Entertainment has arrived.”

“This is the dolcette you have chosen for the hunt tomorrow. To night she will entertain you in other ways. She is still a virgin and tonight you will deflower her. Since she is a virgin and inexperienced, I will also be here, for you to enjoy, if you wish. You are a very handsome young man and I hope you will let me pleasure you. Don't be shy. I am here to meet your every need. And since this is only a dolcette, we can do anything we want with her. Indulge all your fantasies.”

And to the dolcette, who I decided to call Amy, she said, “Tomorrow you will be harvested. Be thankful that we are honouring you on your last night. Do as your master wishes and you will be made a woman before you die and you will experience your best orgasms. Tomorrow you will be released into the compound and hunted by your master. He will fulfill your destiny and make you meat for his birthday feast.

You are Blessed and Honoured.”

The little dolcette nodded silently with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Anyways. “continued Hank. “I was horny. Tera directed me, “Kiss Amy. She is the one you picked and she is beautiful. She is a vision of delight and her body was made for sex.

She has such full breasts and those nipples are so pink. They must taste so sweet. Suck on them and find out. Suck on them so that they get engorge. They'll taste lovely that way. Lick every part of her breast.

Now the other one.

The nipple! Doesn't taste exquisite. Suck it. See if you can milk out.

Move down to her belly button and lick it.

Lick her pussy. Lick her slit and all around that area.

Pull apart the slit and lick it. The labia lips will get larger. Suck them. Bite them gently. Nip them.

Lick the clit. If you lick the clit, it will get bigger. Suck it. Bite it. Keep doing that. She's moaning. Keep it up.

Push your finger into her vagina and make sure she's a virgin. Be gentle don't break her hymen, yet.

Stick a finger in her ass hole.

OK move up here and let her suck your cock.”

Amy licked the top of Harold's prick.

“OK lick it everywhere up and down and around.

Put the head of the cock in between your lips and tongue it.

Let Harold push his prick further into mouth but be careful of your teeth.

Suck on the prick

Harold see how far you can penetrate her mouth.

OK, You're good and stiff Harold.

Position yourself so you can fuck Amy.

It's best to ram it in hard. That should break the hymen. Then you can go to town. Keep riding her until you come. You know how.

I'll rub her clit.

Did you here her scream? She's broken. Now ride her.

Can you feel me rubbing her cunt? Her clit is really hard.

Ignore what she's saying. You're not hurting her. Keep pumping.

Boy is she ever moaning. See. You're doing great. Keep it up.

I guess you came. Great.”

Hank stopped and then started his narrative again, “Amy lay crying and sobbing but Tera told me I was a real stud and that the bitch loved every second of it. But, I saw the innocent vulnerable girl I had chosen by the pool.

We all rested for a time and Tera moved to me saying, “You made Amy a woman. Do you think you can make me happy, I'm a woman? You don't have to fuck me right now.

But, I'll tell how to make me feel real good.”

And, then Tera passionately kissed me, sticking her tongue in to my mouth. I responded in kind and continued. My dream woman wanted me to fuck her and pleasure her. Nothing was going to stop me.

Tera directed me to “Lick my breast all over, starting at the bottom.

Lick the nipple. Keep licking it. Doesn't it taste good?

Now suck it. Oow… That's nice. Did you get some milk?

My breasts have so much milk in them. Will you milk me? Keep sucking and the milk will come out. Doesn't it taste fantastic? So warm and sweet.

Amy come over here and suck my other tit. A dolcette like you should know how.

That feels so good. You're both making me super hot.

OK Harold, let Amy keep milking me while you eat me. Do you how? You can have some more milk after, if you want.

Do what you do with your girl friends and I'll tell you what I like. Good Boy.

Do what you did with Amy, but rub my clit more. You can lick it too. Or pull my labia they get real long and sensitive. Lick there too. Keep doing it.

Amy, go over and suck Harold off like you did before. Be careful of your teeth.

Harold, if you feel her teeth, slap her face.

Try to deep throat Amy.

OK, Stick a finger or two into my cunt. It's wet. I must be dripping.

Oh that feels good. Keep doing it.

See how many fingers you can in.

Great. Keep doing that.

Are stiff again yet.

OK fuck me. I like it hard and deep.

Oh that's good. Keep Doing It.

Keeeeep DOOOing It.

AAAAA. Pull out and fuck me from behind and get Amy in to position so she a eat me.

Amy knows how. Even the virgin dolcettes do that to each other.

OK, Harold remember hard and fast.

Deeper! DEEEPER Harder ….. Faster….. Keep going.

AAAHhh. Amy lick THE CLIT THE CLIT HARDER HARDER HARRRRRrrrrr.

Ah… haa that was great.

Harold keep pumping till you come.”

We rested some more then Tera said something was missing.

“O yea we only finished half the job Harold. There's Amy's other hole.”

Amy was turned over on to her face and Tera began to finger Amy's asshole saying,

“Hope it's clean

I wouldn't want you a catch anything so I'll do the job. Watch and learn

We don't have a dildo, So, I guess I'll have to use my fist.”

And after fingering Amy's anus Tera said, “Pretty tight. I guess, maybe, it is virgin territory. Better lube it a bit.

If we don't have any lube we better use her cunt juices. Good thing we had her clean up the blood earlier.

See you didn't hurt her. Lotsa juice and she likes this

OK I have to get some more fingers in.

One more finger. Hold her down.

I have to get all four fingers and the thumb in.”

Hank resumed his narrative, “Tera finally got her fist into Amy's pussy and moved it around for awhile while Amy screamed and writhed in pain and I had to hold her down.

Then Tera withdrew her fist. She rubbed the bunched fist in the anal depression told me to hold Amy tight and then gritted her teeth and pushed her fist into Amy. Amy screamed loudly, in agony. I was barely able to hold her. Finally Tera yelled that she was in but there was no change Amy. After a couple of minutes Tera withdrew her fist, smiled and said, all done. Amy collapsed on the bed. Tera caution that maybe I shouldn't try that on my girl friend and laughed.”

“Tera carried Amy to a seat and went to bed with me”

“We made love one more time during the night.”

“We didn't hear a peep from Amy, I had already forgotten about her.”

The Hunt and Kill

“I was awoken the next morning by a nude Tera smiling over the pillow at me, saying “You were a tiger last tight. I've never been fucked so well, but, you better get up. You have a long day ahead of you.” And as I pulled her toward me, she giggled saying, “There's nothing I'd like better than a morning pick me up, lover, but, you have a kill to make today.” She kissed me and got out of bed.

“Get cleaned up and have a quick breakfast, if you want and meet Kirk in the compound.

The staff will tell you where that is.

Try not to keep Kirk waiting; he's impatient when the hunt is on. I'm sure it gets him off.

I have to take the meat girl downstairs so they can get her going a bit. If they're frisky, it's more of a challenge.

She loved last night too.

Leave the room as it is, the maids will clean it up and leave my stuff, I can get it later”.

She cradled the dolcette in her arms, with her arms under the dolcette's knees and back so that dolcette's head fell backward toward the floor. The dolcettes eyes were open and she was staring into space.

I got the door and a nude Tera left, with a, “Thanks. I hope last night was a night to remember. See ya later, lover boy.”

“I got cleaned and dressed wondering if would see Tera again

And quickly went downstairs looking for her. When it was apparent that she was nowhere to be seen I went out to the compound to wait for Kirk. I wasn't hungry.

He arrived almost as soon as I did. Walking to meet me with the dolcette in his arms, in the same pose as Tera had taken her out. I could see that the dolcette was awake and totally aware of what was happening. He chirped in, “Looks like you had a big night. We had to pump the dolcette full of coffee and Jolt to get her going. But she's ready and she knows what to do.”

“Kirk let the dolcette down and she wobbled a bit, got her balance, righted herself and then looked at me with woeful eyes,” Hank continued. “And for a brief moment, I was touched by her innocence. At Kirk's command to go, she limped and wobbled up the small hill in front of us. Kirk said we would give her a half hour, instead of the usual fifteen minutes; asked if I had had breakfast and when I replied no, told me to get some. When I asked where I could find Tera, he told that she was probably on her way home. Her job was finished.

With a pang in my heart, I left. I would probably never see Tera again. My father had paid her for the night.”

“I got a cup of coffee and a sandwich and forlornly had my breakfast. That fortified me and I returned to meet Kirk again.

Kirk was waiting. He said, “I don't think we need any weapons. Such a cute thing should be spitted whole and unmarred. She can't get far. It'll probably be more like a game of hide and seek.” As I would see later, the scene was designed to make appear that dolcette was getting away, but once over the treed hill, the terrain was basically flat with scant brush and cover and it was clearly delineated by far off dense tall hedgerows.

Kirk led the way, saying he was looking for signs and I followed him off. After souring the lot for about an hour. No doubt prolonged by Kirk, to make appear a real contest, he point to the huddled dolcette. ”Move over there and I'll flush her toward you. See if you can tackle her. She shouldn't be too hard to subdue.”

I moved to the spot Kirk had pointed to, and waited but when Kirk rose up and yelled at her, the dolcette ran in another direction.

Kirk motioned me to rejoin him saying, “No point I running after her. She's not going far.”

“We rested a bit, even though we didn't need it and Kirk started tracking the dolcette again.” Continued Hank. “Our next try at capture came when we saw the girl hiding behind a tree but she ran off when see saw us. Kirk said we would have to more careful and immediately started tracking again. The dolcette hadn't moved far and Kirk pointer her out, trying to hide under a fallen log. He pointed me to a spot mouthing ‘tackle her' and when I was in position we flushed the girl. She ran straight at me but veered when I stood, managing to just miss me. Suddenly she tripped and I was on her and I quickly subdued her. Kirk joined us and bound the dolcette's hands with a small piece of rope. I noticed him removing a rope from around her foot, a bolo. Kirk put a collar around the neck and congratulated me on the capture, even saying that he thought, I was going to miss her but my last second tackle saved the day. No made no mention of the bolo.

Kirk held the dolcette and with a glint in his eye, asked if I want to have some fun with her, while rubbing her pussy. I declined.”

“We dragged the dolcette back but she was stumbling and tripping. So Kirk cuffed her across the head, knocking her unconscious and slung her over his shoulder.”

“Very soon we were back at the resort and Kirk led me to a small wooden hut. The hut had tubs and water faucets. There he cleaned up the dolcette. I noticed that he finger fucked the dolcette's pussy and ass hole while he was cleaning her. After toweling away the excess water, he pick up the dolcette and cradled her in his arms with her head hanging downward and we reenter the resort to the congratulations of the staff. Kirk told me to go and wait for my parents while he took the meat to the kitchen.”

The narrative continued, “About two o'clock Kirk told me that the meat had to be cleaned and spitted now, if was to be ready for the party and said, “ It's you're kill so you should have the privilege. I'll help.”

We went into the kitchen to a table, where the dolcette was lying. As we approached, she opened her eyes and gave me woeful glance and then started sobbing with tears running down her cheeks but remained still.

Kirk said, “She's still alive. The meat is more succulent and more tender if it goes into the roasting pit alive. If you squeamish I'll do it.”

“But, I was adamant about doing my macho deed and said I would do it, if he showed me how.” Said Hank.

“Kirk agreed and then got a vibrator saying, “It also improves the flavour if we fuck the meat before we gut her. And we want to give her a good send off, don't we.”

And he pushed the dildo into the dolcette's cunt and went to work for about five minutes, using the opportunity to rub her pussy and at one point bending down to lick and suck her clit. Near the end he sucked on a tit, hard, and seemed disappointed. The dolcette remained still, continuing to sob and cry, quietly.

“This one's tits are dry. We need to fill them.” And with that her got a bowl of dolcette breast milk and large syringes. He plunged the needles of the syringes in to the dolcette's nipples a number of times, deeper or more shallow, until the bowl of human breast milk was empty. During that time the dolcette grimaced and wailed, occasionally screaming and occasionally having to be restrained.”

“After Kirk had finished, he turned to me saying that he had done me an injustice. The breasts should be made into breast sacs for me to keep as a souvenir. He was relieved, when I told me that it was all right, saying, “The meat had small breasts, anyways. Nice tits though, besides, it wrecks the appearance of the meat on the spit with the boob skin gone.

“You can have a cunt bracelet, like mine”, he said raising wrist to show me a bunch of tan coloured leather bands around it.”

“He explained that I could cut out the meat's pussy and he would have it tanned and turned into a bracelet. And, that would be a real keepsake for a hunter like me.

When I reluctantly agreed, he offered, “Help me bring the meat to the spitting machine, it's best to restrain the meat while we scalp her cunt and right after we finish, the cooks can spit her.

The kitchen has a special machine that can live spit a dolcette without killing her.

The spit is shoved up her ass or cunt and directed through her using a fibre-optic camera set up, like plumbers use on pipes. They can see to by-pass the heart and lungs and any other vital organs.”

“The dolcette was restrained”, continued Hank face down with her knees buckled down and her legs spread wide open. Hers stomach was over a wedge in the middle and her head facing down. Her head was adjusted so that the open mouth was in line with the cunt opening. In that position the girl meat was exposed for us to have full access to her ass, Kirk gave me knife and directed, “Cut an oval around the vagina? See how there's a slightly redder oval around the cunt. Cut around the edge of that. All around. Not too deep. Try to position the blade in, toward the middle of the oval.

A bit deeper. Here, I'll wipe away the blood.

All around now, good. Give me the knife and let me in. The next part is delicate and we don't want to wreck the cunt.”

Hank continued his description, “Kirk made a adjustments to my work and then worked the knife back in, to cut around the area and after awhile used his other hand to pull the bloody piece of skin and flesh from the body. He cut the flesh away from all connections to the body and deposited the piece of flesh into a metal bowl. I became aware of the dolcette's frenzied screams. He gave the girl a glass of alcohol of some kind and we waited a few minutes for the dolcette to settle down. He told me I had to gut the dolcette and instructed me on how to do so. He finished my job of gutting and cleaned the body cavity.”

“Then he called over a cook.

The cook inspected the body cavity and rubbed insides with some seasonings.

He took a long pole from the wall and pushed it into the dolcettes cunt gently, and then through the gaping cavity. As the tip of the pole reached the upper body, he slowed down and I could see him making adjustment while he slowly pushed the pole foreword. He had Kirk make some adjustment of the head and mouth of the dolcette and the tip of the spit emerged from the girl's mouth. She had been spitted alive and was still alive. The cook made some connections, which Kirk explained were to supply air to the meat. And then the cook had Kirk and I carry the spitted girl to the roasting pit using the ends of the pole. We placed the spitted dolcette into the rotisserie and left, allowing the cook to start the cooking process.

Kirk insisted we wait till the meat expired and although there was no movement or sound coming from the body; I did so. About a half hour later, he said we could go.”

“My family arrived for my party in great spirits and at the appointed time, a platter containing red brown body of the dolcette was brought to our table and I was given the honour of cutting the first few slices of meat from a breast and serving my mother. A cook took over the carving and I enjoy a meaty chunk of girl meat taken from the dolcettes pussy. It tasted moist and sweet to me, totally satisfying.”

“It was actually a bit tough, “chuckled Hank “But I chewed contentedly, savoring every taste.”

Hank looked at his watch and realized that he was running very late and had to return to work. He bade Joey a quick good bye and left.

Fattening the Dolcettes

After the meal, Joe was taken over to last station in the dolcettes' fattening and finishing process. He was introduced to Ted, the manager of the last preparation area on the dolcettes' journey to the Mansion. Ted greeted him warmly saying, “So your that whiz kid. I want to congratulate you, on winning best of show so many times while you were a teen, at the fair. We have in the past, purchased many of your dolcettes and have never been disappointed. You will be a welcome addition to our staff.”

After some polite chitchat, Ted went on, “You're not like most of the other farmers around here. You show a keen understanding of the gourmet dolcette market and the real challenges in raising a top quality animal for it. You understand that the appearance of the dolcette is paramount and the meat cuts from the most obvious female attributes is what sells at the premium prices.

The requirements of our kitchen are really based on those cornerstones. The Marquis has stated over and over again that our customers are buying beauty and youth not just a hunk of meat. No matter how tasty. They are vicariously, literally eating the girl of their dreams; an animal that appears and, most importantly, looks human but is sauce for the table in all other respects. That's why gourmet dolcettes sell at such a high price and premium sex parts can command such high prices. Our customers want to eat beauty and youthful vigor, to sate their hungers and passions. And you, Joe are one of the few that understand that. Your dolcettes are all attractive but they have that indefinable quality, that in human women, we would call sexiness. The sexual parts are brought to a state of perfection. Not plump tender meat but succulent tender flesh that satisfies the eye and the palate.

Joe, you understand that “fattening” is only a farm term, meaning getting the livestock prepared for market. But some of these guys take it literally or go the other way and try to meet the livestock judges' criteria. Nice fat well-marbled meat may be nice for the common folk but, it don't hold shit here and no one except livestock judges give a hoot about the proper shape and configuration. It's a wonder that you were able to satisfy their requirements and still produce an animal that satisfies our esthetics”

Ted led Joe through a quick tour of the facility. It was much the same as the other facility Hank was in charge of. But there were fewer dolcettes and there was more for the dolcettes to do. There movement was still restricted but Joe noticed TVs.

Ted explained, “This facility was originally designed to hold fifty dolcettes, but we usually house between sixty and seventy dolcettes to allow for illness, accident or other problems. The Marquis often has a special project or the kitchen wants a special order fattened quicker than normal, that sort or thing. We need a bit more room for some services we use that the other building don't, but that's the only difference.”

Ted went on to describe some of the different techniques that his facility used.

“We base some of what we do on the techniques the Japanese use to raise Kobe beef, the most expensive beef in the world. Didn't I read some where that you also incorporated some Japanese techniques in your operation.”

Joe nodded and Ted went on, “The dolcettes are massaged daily but we emphasize the important muscles: the rump, the thighs, the vaginal area and the breasts. The areas that the restaurant usually uses and that command the highest prices. The other muscles are tended to, also, but not as much. Even when a dolcette is roasted or barbequed, heavily massaging those parts makes little difference. Instead of beer, the dolcettes get a concoction of our own: a little brandy and red wine spike with natural herbs and spices to mellow them out and make them very horny.”

The kitchen insists that it is imperative that the dolcettes are allowed to have lots of sex, so we spike the love potion or potion, as we call, with an aphrodisiac, we import from a herb doctor in China. The dolcettes are given all the sex toys they want and we even let them watch TV. We have special vids made, showing sex in all manner of ways, but mostly of lesbian sex. You can understand why? The Pleasure Centre has vids they use, to train the dolcettes in some fundamental sex techniques and send over teachers so that the dolcettes can perform acceptably, when they do their stint there.

Sex is pretty much the only activity allowed.

We also have a resident plastic surgeon to make any enhancement that will improve a dolcettes looks. But only minor things that don't need a lot of recuperation time. That's done usually in the first week here, so there's plenty of time for heeling. There are beauticians and make up artists to maximize the facial appearances of the dolcettes. They use colourings and stuff that is semi-permanent and they will only alter appearance, if the outcome still looks completely natural. The goal is to make the dolcette look as beautiful as possible, without marring the just out of the bath, purity and freshness.

I probably missed a whole bunch of important steps but let's go check the dolcettes.”

Ted led Joe to the dolcettes lounging on their cots, masturbating.

Ted roused the dolcettes and had them line up in a row.

There were about twenty of them in that room at that time

Ted invited Joe to examine the animals and let him know what he thought of the dolcettes.

Joe examined the dolcettes one by one. First looking at their faces. He wanted to get an idea of the impression they would make upon “Joe citizen”. The total effect of the face. Was the dolcette a sexy beauty? He checked around the hair and other sites for scars showing that plastic surgery had been done. He checked the feel and weight of the hair.

Joe moved to the breasts. First he weighed them in his hands like melons and then he squeezed them like melons. He felt the smoothness and elasticity of the skin. He rubbed the nipples between his fingers till they were hard and engorged and examined the shape, colour and firmness of the tits.

Joe ran his hands down the torso assessing the tautness of the skin and the tone of the underlying bodies.

He had the dolcette turn around and felt the ass. Assessing the muscle tone and the fat content. He ran in hands over the skin to see how smooth it was.

He took a quick look at the legs, more looking for problems than assessing them.

He took a step back and looked at the whole body front and back, making sure all was symmetrical and there were no glaring faults and that the total appearance was attractive and eye catching.

Finally he moved the dolcette to a seat and spread her legs. He rubbed her pussy feeling how it responded to touch it was, how firm and elastic the skin was. He pushed at the flesh to feel the muscles, how meaty or fatty it would be.

Then he spread the vagina and rubbed the clitoris and the inner and outer labia till all were engorged.

The gape of the vaginal opening was examined closely and the ass cheeks spread so that the anus could be observed.

The same meticulous methodology was applied to all the dolcettes.

During the examine almost all the dolcettes were moaning and rubbing there most sensitive sexual parts, both when they were being examined and while watching their room mates being examined. Neither Ted nor Joe paid the least bit of attention to the dolcettes' feelings or reactions.

Joey's assessment was frank with no holds barred, “These are without a doubt, they're best looking group of dolcettes I have ever seen assembled together. They all have incredibly sexy faces and a hairdresser would be happy to claim credit for looking after their hair.

Body configuration and shape are all outstanding with very good symmetry and no gross abnormalities or flaws.

The breast are, by and large, all excellent in heft and firmness. The shape of some of them isn't classic, a bit over ripe, maybe. But I could see how you would try to attain that shape rather than the classic. The overall shape is rounder, plumper, and softer, more like the ideal human female breast. I would prefer the latter and a livestock judge the classic.

The rumps are well fleshed and shapely. The only criticism might be that they are a bit too fatty and not taut and firm as is classic. But as with the breasts, their appearance is of a plump, tender, juicy piece of meat rather than a choice lean cut from a meat animal

The thighs are flabby and lack good muscle tone. The skin is a bit mottled due to the lack of tone. Again probably more tender meat then the classic animal.

The midriffs of some of the animals are fatty and lack tone. This distracts from the small waist look currently in vogue and gives the dolcette the appearance of a domesticated pampered pussycat, rather than a lean fit tiger on the prowl.

There vaginal areas of the dolcettes is unremarkable. That is to say there are no flaws or deformities, all areas are symmetric and they present a picture of good health. They are all well fleshed with silky unblemished skin. All present an attractive appearance.

The demeanor of the stock was serene and untroubled. No stress related problems were evident. The environment is clean and well kept and should pose no threat to the health and well being of the heard.

OK. I hope I haven't left any thing out, have I?

Or did I get carried a way? It sometimes happens when I get caught up in something or try to impress someone.”

Ted smiled and said, “No boy, your assessment was right on the button. You saw everything those judges look for and everything we try to do differently here. There only some minor points we can chat about if your willing. Damn, I'd really like your opinion on some things.”

Joe beamed back and the two left to resume the chat and tour.

Eventually the two farmers ended up at the café for coffee and the conversation continued. Both men could honestly say that they had learned something new that day and both had acquired a great deal of respect for each other. As Ted left, Joey felt it would be a worthy mission, marrying the old and the new, to come up with better systems and methodology for their mutual enterprise.

Joey finished his drink and exited the café to pick up Linda.

Linda was in the reception room sipping her drink, when Joey arrived to get her.

The couple left and in hand, entered their car and drove off, once again trading tales of their activities.

Joey's First Dolcette

Joey was resting from his adventures during the last twenty-four hours and as he relived the story Hank had told him about his first real encounter with a dolcette; Joey recalled his first real experience with a dolcette.

Joey was cleaning up the livestock dorm, known as the barn to the farm staff, when he saw his father leading in three young dolcettes that his dad had just purchased from the government conversion centre. His father told Joey to clean the dolcettes up and get them settled into their stalls. He warned that the dolcettes night be a bit of a problem, because it was the first time that they had left the conversion centre since their criminal convections and the conversion process may still not be in full effect yet. He cautioned Joey to put on restraining collars and lock them in their sleeping stalls.

Joey scanned the three dolcettes, two brunettes and a blonde. Joey had a thing for blondes, at that time and focused on the little thing. She was short, appeared very young but was probably nineteen years old. Two years older than Joey. The dolcette had wavy, silky blonde hair that fell to her shoulders and bright blue eyes. Of course she was nude and Joey looked her up and down. The dolcette blushed a little. The body was slim but curvy, the breasts were well suited to the body, medium to small sized but well defined with a conical shape that ended in bright pink puffy nipples. There was no discernable sag. The dolcettes waist was narrow and the buttock was muscular but more or less average. Joey assessment was that she was about average but with a very cute face.

He went back to the two nude brunettes to make sure he wasn't missing the real beauty of the group. They were both young and cute. In fact one of them might be considered prettier than his blonde, to some people, but her breasts were definitely flatter. The other brunette dolcette was big breasted and had a full figure but her face was plainer and Joey didn't like her curly hair.

Joey attached collars to the trio and took them to the shower. Joey made sure that the dolcettes washed themselves completely, not that it made any difference. The dolcettes enjoyed the warm water and the soothing massage of the stream of water. The slim brunette rubbed her pussy more than was necessary for cleaning only. When he told the dolcettes to be sure to clean their vaginas and asses, the dolcettes responded without embarrassment. Joey gave the dolcettes towels and allowed them to dry themselves. The little blonde asked Joey to wipe her back dry and Joey thought nothing of doing so.

He led the dolcettes to their stalls and was attaching the neck restraint leashes to the bed posts, when the little blonde began to sob and asked, “Are you really going to kill us? Make me into girl meat?”

Joey was dumb struck. No dolcette had ever asked him such a question.

The dolcette sobbed louder and asked Joey to hold her. Joey didn't know what to do. A dolcette was an animal and he wasn't sure hugging one would be a good idea. But upon reflection he realized that as child, he often held ill or distress animals and often tried to comfort them. He hugged the blonde dolcette, face to face tightly, telling her that everything would be OK. The dolcette twisted around, so that Joey was facing her back and the placed his hands on her breasts, again asking Joey to hold her tightly. Then the little blonde asked Joey to massage her breasts and make her feel like a real woman. Joey was shocked. He had always been told that once the conversion was complete, a real girl had been turned into a meat animal. He tried to pull away but the dolcette held him using her hands to keep him from moving way and at the same time using her hands over Joey's to rub her breasts. Then quickly the dolcette was rubbing her body against Joey's back cooing his ear, doing anything she could to try and get Joey sexually excited.

Joey felt good and could feel his cock rising. He knew he should break away but he was getting really turned on, so he decided to let things go on and see what happened.

The dolcette felt Joey relax and took the cue. She moved one of her hands to Joey's crotch and when she felt the erection. The blonde became a real temptress intent on getting laid. She cooed into Joey's ear, “Let me make you feel real good. Turn around and undress and let me suck your cock.” When Joey turned and began undressing, the minx knew that she would get laid. Joey quickly tore off his clothes. The only thing that mattered was he was going to have sex with a beautiful blonde girl.

The dolcette kissed Joey and then went to his erect cock. Then she licked the tip of the cock, the shaft, and the balls all over and completely. Joey was moaning enjoying the pleasant sensations. The dolcette soon had the cock in her mouth and was blowing Joey. When she knew Joey was really hot and she could have her way, she told Joey to kiss her. She had Joey in a frenzy of tonguing and wet kissing. Then she directed Joey to pleasure all her sex hot spots. Joey was ecstatic when his new lover told him to lick her engorged breasts and suck the nipples hard.

At her direction, Joey licked his way to her pussy. Stopping to pay special homage to her belly button. At her pussy, the dolcette directed Joey to lick and suck the most sensitive parts of her sex. Joey was in wonder at the new treasures he had found and ignored the girl, while he explored each and every new nub and fold of flesh. Joey heard her moans of pleasure and her pleas for more stimulation but he ignored the yelps of pain and discomfort as her continued to probe. He had to discover what reactions he could get from his beauty.

The probing, rubbing, licking, sucking proceeded until the girl pushed Joey off her. For a moment Joey was angry but when the blonde demanded, “Fuck me”. He instantly decided that he had seen enough of her pussy and now was the time to be come a man.

The dolcette guided Joey into her and told Joey to push in. “Push it in as far as you can.

Doesn't it feel so good, so warm and so tight?

Now your cock is in and out of me.

That feels great. I love it, don't you?

OK. Now push harder. All the way, again.

OK slowly out.

Don't worry about it falling out. I'll put it back in.

OK, I can feel it inside me again.

Thrust hard and fast.

Keep pumping. Don't pull your cock out again

Push again I love it.

Harder, Faster Rub my clit.

No not there, OOOH yes there.

Keep pumping and rubbing I am almost cumming

AAAAhhhh that was great.

I came.

Keep pumping till you come.”

Joey climaxed with a grunt and smiled as he withdrew.

Then Joey heard his father yelling at him. He tore Joey away from the dolcette and violently pulled the dolcette to a stall and threw her in.

His dad yelled that Joey was engaging in bestiality and that he would rot in hell.

Joey just broke into tears and listened.

As his father calmed down, Joey was lectured. His father finally decided that the dolcette was to blame and said she had be punished.

The irate farmer got a whip and handed it to Joey. He went to get the dolcette and tied her to a pole. He roused any of the dolcettes that might be asleep and then ordered Joey to whip the poor dolcette. Of course, Joey complied and mechanically whipped his love.

Then Joey was allowed to stop

The little dolcette was a bloody mess, hanging unconscious on the pole. His dad ordered Joey never to see the dolcette again.

A few months later, after the dolcette had healed, Joey and his dad made a trip. The dolcette had been sold to a local butcher, at cost. Joey was ordered to deliver the dolcette to the butcher and help the butcher slaughter the poor little blonde dolcette.

Joey had to drag the poor thing into the butcher shop.

The butcher had him restrain his little sweetheart, as the breasts and pussy were cut off.

The butcher apologized saying that her privates where of good enough quality to be resold to the premium market and a requirement was that the meat be harvested from a live dolcette. The rump and slabs of thigh were also removed but the blonde dolcette was unconscious and probably dead.

The butcher smashed the dolcette's head in, telling Joey that the dolcette was now dead. Her neck was cut and her belly slit open. Joey was getting sick, as the guts were removed.

The butcher had promised Joey's dad that the slaughter would be completed to the girl-burger stage but when he saw a tear in Joey's eye, he told Joey that the job had been completed and he simply hung the gutted torso on a meat hook as Joey left.