Dolcettes

Resort Spectaculars

 

A couple of years have passed and Joe and Linda have both met

with success at the Mansion. Joe now manages the final meat girl fattening

station, which is the last rung on their trip to the Mansion and the fate waiting there for the dolcettes.

Linda is now the senior dominatrix of an expanded dungeon and the associate manageress of the Pleasure Centre.

 

Faraway, Exotic Places

Joe was on his way to the Indies; a promising source of meat girls had recently opened up. The meat girls were all prime, beautiful and young. Their meat was tender and juicy, well marbled with fat. The body shape was more lush and fuller than traditionally raised local meat girls but aside from a thicker waist there was no other apparent difference. The breasts were about the same size as domestic stock but given the fuller body, the overall effect was of a more normal figure. The breasts were also, almost always, perfectly symmetrical and round, with just enough sag to emphasize their fullness. The asses were nice and round, comparable to domestic stock, but again the overall effect on the total body was one of a body in balance and harmony and when cooked, the meat was tender, moist, flavorful and well marbled
Surprisingly, the meal girls were ethnically diverse. And there was no trouble obtaining light skinned girls of European extraction but the faces of the meat girls, overall, showed a mixing of racial characteristics always harmonious and balanced to create stunning beauties.
The girls were almost always less docile and less easy to control but that was generally put up with by the “fattening” farm and treasured by the Pleasure Centre.

Joe was to examine the facilities of the dolcette farms and make sure that they were up to the standards of the Mansion. He was to verify that they could meet all the rules and regulations of sanitation, the Mansion management required. He had a list of items to check. But, most importantly, Joe was to check on the farming practices to make sure the livestock had been raised to the kitchen's stringent standards – no additives, no hormones, no chemicals or other foreign substances, and so on. In brief, all livestock had to meet and conform to the requirement stipulated by the Mansion.

If he was satisfied, he could recommend that a contract be negotiated to set up a business agreement. Based on past use of this new stock, “fattening” time, could be drastically reduced for the new stock, almost halved. Only the domestic stock would need the entire “fattening” cycle. That would allow cuts in the space, the feed, the services, and the staff require to maintain the farm “fattening” operation or it would allow the Restaurant and the Pleasure Centre to expand. On the other hand, transport would have to be upgraded and the manifest concerns of the government addressed. The government had only allowed the increased importation of meat girls as a result of intense lobbying and a number of well-placed bribes. The fact that, a number of high-powered politicians and captains of industry held club membership was helping a great deal but the outcome of continued increased import allowances was in doubt. That genetically engineered human meat animals were akin to apes and properly food for the fodder, in an increasingly hungry world, was now a widely accepted tenet of every day life. Also, the government was making so much money selling “criminals” to the farms for conversion to meat girl (dolcette) status that laws were being amended constantly to include more and more petty indiscretions that were subject to the penalty of conversion. The public would believe the government ad campaigns and propaganda which were designed to convince the average citizen that the conversion process effectively reduced the humanity of convicted criminals to that of a meat animal, and their religious demagogues managed to persuade their moral majority that conversion was ultimately the wrath of God being visited upon unholy sinners and that true believers had nothing to fear from such laws. Anyone who pointed out that human meat animals were to a large degree female, quickly joined the ranks of the converted or was conveniently disappeared. And, moreover, the government claim that population control could be enhanced by a wide spread emphasis on culling young females, who were just entering fertility, could be easily maintain with cooked studies and bought off scientists.

However many government policy makers felt that allowing too many foreign meat animals into the country, especially of obviously ethic orientations might, give cause for their ethnic minorities to claim the campaign was, in point of fact, aimed at ethnic cleansing and oppression of the poor, in the name of justice and population control. That the critics were right, made it necessary to keep as tight a lid on as many things as possible.
Sadly, to many of the government elite, the legal consumption of human meat, especially harvested from beautiful young females, had become their ultimate perk, a constant ongoing reminder of their sense of power and their feeling that their insatiable greed was paying astronomical dividends to their lust and egomania.

None of these considerations really affected Joe as he landed, preparing to make his evaluation and issue his recommendation. On the advice and at the invitation the company, Joe arrived Thursday and checked into an exclusive resort hotel.
Joe was, only, mindful that the resort was opulent and modern when he checked in and slept off the jetlag and change of time.

Friday, he spent the day preparing for the work that was to start Monday, only leaving his room for meals in the resort dining room or café.

That evening, as he was preparing to retire, there was knock at the door. The concierge of the hotel entered and offered his best wishes. Then a young woman was led in, on lease, by a bellhop. The girl was about twenty years old with long straight jet-black hair. Her face was a vision of innocence and grace and her skin was a pale white. She was clad in very skimpy white lingerie that looked like it had come from Victoria's Secret and matching white high heels. Joe studied her body, intrigued by her lush figure especially the full round breasts that strained at her white bra. The concierge told him. “This a gift from New World Traders. They ask that you allow their representative to entertain you tonight and that you join them tomorrow, at The Hunt, here, tomorrow”, and then handed Joe a ticket. After Joe finished examining the ticket, the leash was passed to him and the hotel staff departed.

Joe closed his open mouth, returning his attention to beautiful girl. The girl immediately started a slow sensual erotic striptease. She wasn't wearing much, but made the most of every piece of clothing, rubbing each item over her entire body, lingering on her magnificent mammaries and masturbating her cunt.
Nude except for the neck collar, she pulled Joe to the bed. Not a word had been said.
Her actions and carnal skills were a testament to intense practice and she fucked with animal lust.

She deep throated Joe with as sloppy a blowjob as he had ever had. She licked the tip of his penis until it throbbed, then licked the erect shaft from tip to base, for what seemed an eternity, similar attention was paid to the scrotum and balls. When she finally put her mouth around the cock she was soon slurping it into a dripping mess, seemingly trying to shallow it. Even when she gagged a little, she released the penis for only a moment, gasped and sucked the cock even deep. Joe though he would pass out.
All this time, she moved Joe's hands over her breasts, constantly.

She quietly moaned, “Lube my cunt”, and moved her cunt over his mouth,
Joe was only allowed a few licks when she mounted him and fucked him with wild abandon. She allowed and encouraged Joe to fuck her in every position possible, sometimes blowing him again to relube his cock. She even presented her upraised anus to him and gaped the ass hole, inviting him to analingus, and when Joe responded with vigor, she banged her butt onto the shaft to cause maximum penetration. Joe was lost in sea of moans, groans, yelp, cries and quiet screams.
When Joe finally climaxed with an explosive orgasm, he was truly spent.

The angelic beauty used her incomparable skill to enable Joe to repeat the sexual fuck fest two more times that night before the couple collapsed into a deep slumber.

Joe awoke to a bright blue sky with no sigh of the girl, in sight. He debated going to The Hunt, but remembered the surprising $1,000 price printed on the ticket and felt twang of guilt. Besides, he quickly reasoned, he had an obligation to meet the clients, who had already supplied a significant number of quality dolcettes and wished to furnish even more. And he had to meet their rep again.

The Hunt

Joe just managed to make it to the coliseum, just in time. The coliseum was aptly named; it was based on a Roman coliseum, only on a small scale. This coliseum seated only about a five or six hundred people. He had noticed portable bleacher stands designed in Roman motif, lining the road leading to the large road entryway onto the coliseum grounds and quickly calculated that the bleacher stands would accommodate an additional three or four hundred people. He, also, saw throngs of people sitting on the parkland around the structure.

He sat by two distinguished men, who immediately jumped up and greeted him. Joe recognized one man, the representative of New World Traders. Pleasantries were exchanged before Roman coronets blared. One man pointed to the road, as eyes focused on it. A small platform, with a number of figures on it, could be seen rolling up the road followed by a gang of people. As the platform drew nearer, Joe noticed that the platform seemed to be being pushed by ten young women in Roman gladiator attire. The platform had women in brief gowns with a breast bared and men dressed in furs and hides with Viking style horned helmets. The platform was followed by a group of young teenaged girls in short white togas, strewing flower petals, followed by a larger group people dressed in assorted Roman garb. The platform stopped outside the gates and a number of people entered the coliseum grounds and took up positions. After all had seemed to move into position, the coronets blared again and a group of women appeared. There were the ten girls in white gowns surrounded by the teens and followed by a pair of the gladiator women. The ten men, in Viking attire, came in next, followed by the rest of the gladiator women. The last group of gladiator women positioned themselves at the entrance way as if to block the exit, while the larger group moved to centre of the ground, to the loud cacophonous blare of the coronets and trumpets.

A crier bellowed, “All hail the heroes and their quarry”, silencing the music and the crowd. People took their seats as the crier continued, “Welcome lords and ladies. Welcome gentlemen and gentle ladies. Welcome all, to The Hunt.
Today our heroes will go on a hunt that will bring glory to themselves and entertain you.
They with sate your lusts and hungers with spectacle and wonder.
Honor them all.”

After the applause ceased, he continued, “Behold the daughters of our enemies. We offer then forgiveness and redemption, today. They will be allowed to entertain us and win their freedom. To prove their worthiness, they be allowed to RUN. But our heroes will pursue the unworthy and return them to this place for cleansing and purification.
And you will be able to sate your lust and hunger with their final offering, their cleansed and pure flesh.
Honour them.”

Women in the robes of nuns, moved to the maidens, stripped off the maidens' robes and washed the ten young women and oiled their nude bodies. The maidens were then paraded around the ring by the female gladiators.
Joe was startled to see the girl, he had spent night with, paraded before his eyes.

A number of youths entered carrying stools and chairs, and started grabbing the maidens and fucking them in everyway possible. The girls reacted differently. Some were turned on; some took the advances as rape; with the variety bridging the gamut. Joe's eyes focused on his little black hair beauty and she was a wild sexual animal.
The crier sang out, “We honour the daughters with our finest seed, to energize them on their trial.”

The youths departed and the nuns returned, to clean and oil the girls. The girls were once again paraded around the coliseum
 An altar structure rose up and the girls were spread-eagled over the platform and a gold coin inserted into their vaginas. The crier explained, “We offer the iniquitous, passage to salvation. They must retain this token in their core, to pay for their passage. If it drops out or a hero removes it, the chance for salvation is gone.”

That done, the girls were lined up, in front of the altar. A golden arrow sang out and lodged itself in the throat of a beautiful blonde girl, as the other girls scattered. The crier boomed out, “This one has already proven herself unworthy by rejecting the love of our citizens.”

The fallen girl was not dead, protected by the collar around her neck but she was in shock. A gladiator cradled the fallen girl in her arms and paraded her body around the coliseum finally placing her, spread-eagled, on the altar.

The crier next explained, “The daughters will now be allowed to vent their feeling of betrayal on this ingrate so that they might continue their quest for forgiveness and absolution without rancor and hate.”
That was the cue for each girl, in turn, to abuse the little blonde. They were told, on the way to the altar, that the coliseum audience would determine their exit order based on their performances. The attacks were viscous, with the breasts and cunt enjoying special attention from each girl.

The first girl fisted the cunt;

Number two, one upped it by fisting the anus;

Girl three viscously attacked the breast, biting deeply into a nipple, drawing blood;

Girl four was just stopped from completely biting off a tit;

Five pounded the torso and cunt with her fist, then tried to bite off the clit;

Six pushed a clench fist into the ass as deeply as she could, drawing blood;

Seven, Joe's little sweetheart, kissed the girl's body all over, rammed her fist into the victim's ass and cunt cracks and managed to bite off the tongue and spitting it on to the torso, before being slapped away;

Number eight began hitting the body and then fainted and was dragged away;

The last girl pulled the carcass to the ground and stomped on the breast and cunt of the poor blonde.

The arrow may not have killed the girl but the abuse of the other girls certainly did.

The girl was moved back to spread-eagle position on the altar, When man dressed in a red robes moved to the altar and cleaned the body, again, oiling it so that it gleamed in the bright sunlight. He applied pink tint to the nipples and the prominent structures of the vagina.
Then he kissed the body passionately.
He was then heard over the p.a. to chant, ”We bless this meat and offer it as a gift. The offending organ of this daughter will be removed so that none that partake of her girl will be tainted”. Then with practiced skill, he cracked open the girl's bosom and cut out the heart,
Raising it to the applause of the audience. Then the bloody heart was thrown to the ground.”
The body was left on display for the duration of the hunt.


The girls were reassembled and once again, cleaned and oiled, this time by the nude young teens, with a sensuality and sexuality that belied their age.

A blare sounded and the crier yelled above the din, “The daughters will now depart according to your wishes. But, first we pay tribute to you, by having the three daughters most blessed by your offerings of love and seed last night and during the past week, thank you.”
The crier moved to Joe's sexy little minx and held his hand toward her head, saying, “Most blessed” as the black hair beauty curtsied.
A vivacious blonde bowed as she was proclaimed, “Second most blessed.”
And finally a short cutie with a thick mass of light brown hair streaked with blonde highlights was acknowledged as, “Third most blessed”, to the applause of the audience.

A tall gladiator moved down the line of girls holding her hand over each girl's head. The audience voted their preference, with noise. The gladiator, taking cue from a man in the VIP area of coliseum, moved behind Joe's little lover and pushed her, yelling “GO”.
The ritual was repeated at five-minute intervals till all the girls had fled.

The crier, boomed out, “We call forth our heroes”, and named them, finishing with Saul the true hearted, the champion of the last hunt. The men, as their names were called, each stepped foreword and stripped nude. Most had visible erections and some were rubbing their cocks. When all were nude and standing in a line, Joe noticed that, in fact, two of them were women.
 
“Our heroes are now commanded by you, to embark on their noble mission, to see if any are worthy of receiving our blessings of forgiveness and our invitation to enjoy the freedoms of being a human.”

As the warriors scrambled off, to cheers of the audience, a number of display big screen TVs rose up into position and Joe read text explaining,
“Rules of the hunt:
The warriors must pursue, capture and subdue as many daughters a possible, and bring them to a kill station in the arena. The daughter must still be alive or no points will be awarded and the warrior must have, in his procession, the daughter's token. Any daughter returned without a token will be awarded only half points.

Any warrior that has not made a capture within the first hour will be disqualified.

Any daughter able to make it to sanctuary, with her token in place, will be allow to petition all of you for your blessings of forgiveness, redemption and freedom.

The hunt will continue till all daughters have been captured or reached sanctuary or three hours have passed.

Points will awarded to each warrior for his or her captures. Violations of rules will result in penalty deductions.

The Gods have ordained that captured daughters are unworthy and must be sacrificed.

The warriors will symbolically perform ritual sacrifices of the fallen girls at killing stations.

However, the sacrificial rituals must leave the girls alive. Points will be awarded and deducted, for the most entertaining performances.

Our champion shall be the one with most points.

Our champion will be rewarded with honours and prizes.

The fallen girls will be allowed redeem some honour and forgiveness by offering their meat for your enjoyment and to sate yours lusts.”

On the big screen TVs Joe could see scenes of the hunt, tracking the plights of both the hunters and the prey.

The scene suddenly went black and a message flashed across the screen. “The wagering on First Capture is now open”, and Joe could see people raising cell phones and making calls.

All screens then focused on a man running toward a fallen girl, sobbing on the path, and zeroed on the face of the girl that had previously fainted. A gasp when up, from the audience that broke into a cacophony of bits of dialogue, as the man ignored the girl and jogged by her. The TVs, then, went back to varied scenes of the hunt.

A few minutes later the screens displayed notification that wagering was now open on who would be champion. And then, return to scenes of the hunt.

Moments later the hubbub grew again and people pointed to the road where a figure dressed in a black robe, hooded so that the face could not be seen and carrying a body candled in the arms approached. As the figure entered the arena the hubbub grew with chants of Red Sonya, first princess of the Amazons. Horns blared and a bell tolled. The black figure circled the arena carrying nude body of the fainter. Red Sonya hung the limp body by bound hands so that the girl dangled from the upper crossbeam of a wooden frame. Joe noticed that six new altars were now arranged in a grid around the original altar. With the girl securely hanging by her arms, the figure removed the robe to reveal a beautiful tall red headed woman with a lean but well muscled body, nude except for high heel black leather, laced boots that ran up her legs to mid thigh. The Amazon beauty waved to audience, reveling in the applause and then inserted fingers into the vagina of the hanging girl and pulled out the token that had been placed there earlier. She took the token to man in red robes and handed to him, slightly bowing. He raised the token, while the crier announced, “First capture has been made by Red Sonya, first princess of the Amazons”. The loud noise grew deafening as the Amazon once again cradled the girl in her arms and paraded her around the arena.
Joe was startled when he heard the Amazon yell at the, now squirming, girl, “Quit thrashing or I'll hurt you bad”, only then, realizing how close to the action he was.

The first capture was hung on the beam and the nude Amazon jogged out of the arena, back to the hunt.

Joe again returned his attention to the screens watching the activity, when all cameras zoomed in on a man brutally raping a struggling girl. Pinning the girl to the ground by her hands, he was violently and deeply thrusting into her cunt. Close ups of the girl's blonde face showed pain agony and Joe felt he could almost hear her wild screams. The camera pulled out and faded, as Cedric choked the girl into unconsciousness. A message on the bottom of the screen said, ”Cedric, of Gaul has been awarded bonus points for first pleasuring a runner”. In this contest, rape was rewarded.

Suddenly the horns blared again and the bell clanged and a tall woman with shoulder length straight black hair entered with a girl cradled in her arms. Both women were nude, except for the woman's thigh boots, identical to Red Sonya's.
She circled the arena displaying the unconscious form, a petit young blonde to the chants of, “Ilsa, Warrior Queen.” The girl was hung by her hands, at the end of the beam, displayed furthest from the first capture. And, the Warrior Queen reached into the cunt of the girl taking out the token and as she presented it to the red robed man. The crier called out, “Second capture is awarded to Ilsa, Warrior Queen.”

The woman waved to the audience and she jogged out to rejoin the hunt.

The horns blared again and the bell tolled announcing the entrance of a nude Cedric, of Gaul cradling a limp body. As Cedric paraded the limp body to the arena crowd, to the chants of Cedric, Cedric, Joe could see blood staining the cunt of the girl. The girl was hung between the other two, now crying girls. The girl stirred as Cedric removed her token and presented it. Cedric jogged out of the arena to the cry of, “Points have been awarded to Cedric of Gaul for third capture.”

Joe watched with muted interest as a man entered and earned his points.

He was indifferent, when warrior five entered with his victim, even though the crowd noise had intensified with chants of “Saul, the true hearted”, until he saw the limp unconscious form of his black hair beauty, cradled in the champion's arms. He studied her and could see signs of blood on her inner thighs and red marks around her neck. He grew angry, as the champion manhandled the girl, as he hung her in the middle of the beam, even relocating Cedric's capture to the side. But he sighed in relief, when he saw his lover began to stir and could see her moan, as her token was removed and presented to robed man while the crier was yelling, “Saul the champion has been awarded fifth capture. Saul the champion has been awarded bonus points for capture of the most favoured. Saul the champion has been awarded bonus points for the pleasuring of the most favoured.” The eyes of the audience moved to focus on the screens that were showing in close-up detail, including slow motion and stop frame, Saul's violent brutal rape of Joe's black-haired beauty. Joe couldn't watch, even when Paul whispered, “It's all staged. She didn't suffer.” Joe knew better. The blood and bruises told another story. Saul had bypassed the little fainter to earn bonus points at the expense of Joe's girl.

 One more hunter made it to the arena, before the horns blared anew and the crier shouted, “First hour over. All hunters who have not yet made a capture are hereby eliminated.”

The TVs zoomed in on a hunter carrying a limp body. Referees stopped him and ordered him to put down the girl. As the camera zoomed in on the face of the girl, Joe identified her as the “third most blessed”. The referees revived the young cutie and she wobble away, as the hunter was escorted down the path.

Joe watch the rest of the action, indifferently, for the next little while, not noticing the Warrior Queen cashing in a runner, choosing instead to study the form of his beauty. She was stirring; at first looking around dazed then recomposing herself. She began to cry and then sobbed quietly. After the blare of the horns, announcing the arrival of the huntress bearing a runner, cradled in her arms, the little black haired beauty stiffened her body and stood as upright as she could with her toes stretched out to barely touch the ground.

She surveyed the audience and looked to be trying to draw someone attention her. Then she began to wiggle and gyrate her hips. For a time she rubbed her thighs together and bounced her hips in and out. A voice yelled, “Look that cunt's trying to get off” and a youth pointed at the black haired girl. Eyes focused on her and her face broke out into a radiant smile. The little show continued with the girl continuing to wiggle and gyrate; changing the expressions on her face, imploring, excited, sad, smiling, even once of twice causing a tear to roll down her cheeks. A quiet chant rose in volume, in a section of the coliseum, “Free the most blessed, free the most blessed”. Joe couldn't believe his ears.

However the blare of horns and trumpets sounded again and the bell tolled. Saul entered again with a blonde body cradled in his arms. Saul had again shafted his love, Joe thought.

When he paraded the limp body by Joe, Joe could see it was the blonde. The people's “second most blessed”. Joe watch with mild curiosity, hoping for an accident to befall Saul as he hung the blonde and claimed his rewards. The crier yelled out, “Saul, the champion has been awarded prize for his second capture. Saul, the champion has been awarded bonus points for the pleasuring of the second most blessed.”
The screens flashed to a scene of Saul raping the vivacious blonde beauty, again in close up with slow motion and stop action. Joe watched in anger that gave way to disbelief as Saul reached into the blonde's cunt and removed the token and then fisted her. The poor girl writhed in pain, and screams emanated from the PA. The beauty could barely be contained by the ropes and wooden pegs that the champion had secured her limbs with. Then the hunter replaced the token, plugging the cunt opening with a rag. He then lifted the girl's ass, placing pieces of wood under it till it rose high enough for him to fist her ass hole. He fisted the poor victim till her screams went silent and her body slumped into unconsciousness. The cameras faded to a quiet crowd.

About fifteen minutes later, the random camera shots being shown on the screens uniformly flickered to an image of a white octagonal, latticed pavilion; then camera pulled back to show a naked girl running toward it. As the girl was about to enter, she was tackled by another woman. The two struggled and finally the larger woman arose. It was Red Sonya; she brushed off herself and then rearranged the limp body of the other girl spreading her legs as Joe heard voices saying, “She almost made it to sanctuary”.
Then Red Sonya went down on the girl and proceeded to eat her cunt. The camera didn't catch much. But Red Sonya's actions were frenzied.”
As the camera pulled away, the crier yelled, “The last daughter has been felled. The trophies of the hunt will be cleansed and purified for you while we awaiting the return of the hunter.”

The nuns reappeared and cleansed the eight hanging women, paying special attention to their genitalia and breasts. Then the red robed man walked among them chanting, swinging a smoking urn at them in a religious fashion and finally kissing there lips, nipples and cunts. The girls, merely, remained still. The cleansing and purification of the trophies was complete.

The horn blared as Red Sonya appeared carrying the limp form that Joe could see was the little brunette, “third most blessed”. After presenting her trophy to the crowd and delivering the token Red Sonya waited for her rewards beside the slumped body. None ever came.

The Bell was tolled loudly ten times, signaling the hunters, in the field, to return.

The hunters returned and took up a line between the altars.

The crier yelled out again, “Our heroes have returned, you may come down onto the arena grounds and honour them and give thanks”. Some people came down and bowed to the hunters and examined the hanging girls. Some spectators even lightly stroked one or two of the girls including the black-haired beauty.

Joe noticed that there were now two more altars.

The crier cried out, “Our heroes will now honour you by performing the rituals of sacrifice upon their trophies, thus completing the cleansing and purification of their bodies and their flesh.”

The six hunters each released a girl and carried her to an altar, some securing the girl to the altar. Ilsa and Saul did so twice and when Sonya attempted to get her second girl, she was stopped. Joe noticed that Saul did not bind the black-haired girl to her altar although he had done so with the blonde girl, and that Ilsa had restrained both her girls.

The crier went to the first altar and cried out, “You will be pleasured and choked with a rope”, as he placed his hand on her forehead.

For the next girl the sentence was, “You shall give pleasure to your captor while she smothers you with her love.”

The next. “You will bring pleasure to all, by inhaling overflowing, copious love fluids of your captor.”

Joey looked with interest as the sentence was pronounced for the vivacious blonde, Saul's second victim. “You will have your sex torn from the inside your body and the air crushed from your breasts.” The girl screamed pitifully

Next, “You be pleasured and whipped without mercifully”.

Next, “You will be pleasured and your sex will be doubly purified with burning coals.”

Ilsa's last victim was told, “Your captor's pet will be used to crush the air from you as she pleasures your sex with her mouth.”

Joe perked up to hear what Saul had intended for his love. “You will enjoy your captor's manhood till you cry for pity and then it will still your cries.” He was going to fuck her but then what, wondered Joe”.

A roar came up from the crowd as the spectacle began anew. Various hunters began having sex with their captives and only Saul's blonde victim seemed overly horrified.
Joe watched as Saul brutally fist fucked his blonde victim, occasionally glancing around to see Sonya with her ass sitting astride her victims mouth, bucking wildly and screaming and a girl being whipped into unconsciousness and beyond. The crowd seemed to love it when a hunter forced his trophy to blow him till he cummed on her face and pissed down her throat and end by pouring a tub of piss, taken from a port-a-pottie, over her open mouth.
The smell of a hot coal being administered to a gaping pussy was also well received.

But Joe interest remained focused on Saul. He had just unbound the blonde girl and was subduing her with his hands over her breasts. He pulled the girl forcefully on to his chest and was collapsing her lungs. Finally he released her and she fell face forward onto the ground.

Then, Saul slowly moved to Joe's love and Joe watched as the two kissed passionately and hugged and then had sex. Joe couldn't believe his eyes. They were making love by mutual consent. The hunter wasn't raping his sweetie. Gradually he realized that the girl was using the same techniques, she had used on him, on the hunter. The love fest continued for what Joe seemed like hours, until the girl was screaming in pleasure. The fucking continued until the girl shrieked loudly showing that she had orgasmed. The hunter wrapped his hands around the neck and almost lovingly strangled her while continuing to thrust his pelvis. And after awhile, he released the black-haired girl, allowing her to fall to the floor of the arena. She was still a beauty, even with mouth gaping wide open and her tongue sticking out. As the hunter turned, Joe noticed Saul's cock limply handing down.
He began to boo.


The hunters assembled, once all had finished, and marched out of the arena in pairs.
The nuns, only more of them, and the little teens entered, carrying tubs and basins of water and bathing supplies and ran to the altars as gladiator women were repositioning the bodies atop the altars.
All the females began washing and cleaning the bodies, making a show of scrubbing the genital orifices with brushes and sponges. The bodies were oiled once again.
A man in a gray toga examined each body and uncovered a yellow patch on each altar after the examination was done. 

The nuns and the teens withdrew leaving the gray clad man and the gladiators.
The horns blared anew and the hunters entered, again, carrying long steel spits.

The crier called out, “The rituals of cleansing and purification are now complete. No trophies has been lost, save for one lost in the field. The flesh has now been made suitable for harvesting, so that we may enjoy the final offering of our sacrifices. Be glad. Allow all your hungers to be sated.”

The hunters moved to their victims and began trying to spit them. First, the girls were roused, and given a drink. Next, they were tied down in various positions. This was made easier by the fact that many were still groggy. Some of the hunters, including Saul and both women began by gutting their victims, causing screams to fill the air. Two hunters immediately started pushing poles into their victims, one in the ass hole and the other the vagina. It was apparent that they had never done it before. To Joe's amazement, they continued to push the poles into the screaming writhing girls until the points of the spits appeared out of the body, one in the upper chest and the other the shoulder.

Joe returned to Saul and saw him carefully moving the pole through the writhing blonde until it approached the head and alternately adjusting the head and pole, he thrust the tip of the pole out of the blonde girl's mouth. The two Amazons were using each other's aid, to perform to same feat, successfully, on their victims. With the same help and techniques, the two Amazons helped each other with their second victims. Red Sonya had been allowed the privilege of spitting the girl she had inadvertently and prematurely killed.

Saul went to his last victim and kissed her. She was positioned like the blonde girl on her knees, facedown with her head resting on the front edge of the altar. This was the ideal position for spitting and gutting so Saul immediately gutted the girl, who aside from flinching when the knife enter her, remained motionless and silent. With the same practiced movements, Saul slowly and successfully spitted the black-haired girl

After the spitting had been completed, the hunters assemble in front of the main altar again. The gray robed man inspected the bodies again, this time uncovering five green cards, indicating successful live spitting with a live girl, two orange cards for a live spitting, leaving a live but marred girls, and a red card for a dead spittee.

Joe noticed that the screens were flashing a message saying, “Wagering is now open on which spit roaster will survive the longest”.

The crier yelled out, “Our Champion is declared……
SAUL, the pure of heart.
He will now indicate what prize he wishes.” Saul spoke to the man in gray and he moved to the black-haired girl and tied a purple cloth around her head. After the spit roasting, Saul would be awarded the scalp of the raven-haired beauty.

“Rejoice. They will now be taken to the roasting pits.” The crowd cheered.

The screens flashed a message that reservations could still be made for various dining rooms and that tickets were available for next event. “Cooking Up A Fortune” as the people started to move to the roasting pit area, to watch the meat cooking and see if their betting pick survived the longest. Joe didn't bother going. He'd seen that before and hadn't placed a bet.

Of course, the businessmen insisted that Joe join them, for dinner. After a bit of cajoling, Joe finally agreed, thinking that he had only to go to the resort dining room for dinner.
He did manage to convince them that he was in need of some time to rest. The jet lag, his night of passion and the unfolding of the events of the afternoon had depleted his energy reserve. He crashed on his bed minutes after enter the room.

Joe was awaken by a call from the front desk, and feeling refreshed, he took a shower, groomed himself and rejoined his new business associates in the dining room. His associates carried on a polite conversation to Joe's relief, steering away from business affairs, telling him to enjoy himself and that business could wait till Monday.

His spirits rose as he enjoyed some drinks and had an excellent girl meat consume soup and Caesar salad with smoked girl meat bits. Both were first class. The restaurant asked that they serve their house specialty to him and he happily agreed. The entrée arrived and as Joe expected, it was spit roasted girl meat, a cunt steak. There was a tag secured to the clitoris. Joe knew it would have pictures of the girl whose meat graced his plate. He wondered if it would be one of the hunt girls. He savored the moment and paused to mental work his way through the images of the girls, contemplating whose cunt he would most enjoy eating, finally settling on the vivacious little blonde or the cute Eurasian. He flipped the tag and his jaw dropped as he gazed upon the picture of the black-haired girl.
One of the New World reps, Paul said, “We supplied the little cunt for the Hunt that's why we were able to get her for your entertainment yesterday. She was in hot demand all week long; remember the “most favored”. We called in a few favours, and got the cunt's cunt filet for you. Enjoy her like no one else has or can.” he chuckled. Joe studied the piece of meat for a minute or two, unclipped the tag, putting it into his pocket and then he wolfed down a big piece of the meat. The salty taste assailed his mouth and he found the meat, a touch tough, but he savored the chewy piece of flesh with a big grin on his face.

The rest of the meal was uneventful. Joe declined dessert. After persuading his colleagues that he really didn't want to go bar hopping or have another girl entertain him, overnight, Joe retired to bed with disturbing dreams of the raven-haired girl.

Cooking Up A Fortune

On Sunday Joe received a panic phone call from the Marquis. The spell of flu, going around before he left, had struck the Mansion dolcettes with a vengeance and the staff were having problems. The kitchen was using meat girls not yet fatten to their normal standards and the Pleasure Centre using raw talent and cutting back. Alexa was fighting with Chef Tyler, over who would get the best meat girls. It was decided that Joe should return immediately and see if he could help restore the health of the herd.

Joe informed the New World Trader executives, agreeing to return to watch The Resort's
“Cook Up A Fortune” show on the weekend. They had told him that the presentation was a joint venture with the resort and that they were supplying the livestock meat girls. Joe tried to cancel out, but the company rep wouldn't take no for an answer, finally agreeing to fly him in for the weekend. The clincher was allowing him to bring a companion. Things hadn't been going well with Linda. They had grown apart and weren't seeing each other, much. Joe was sure she was seeing someone else. Perhaps a weekend together would rekindle their flame, Joe hoped so.

The couple landed Saturday morning and they were immediately taken to the resort and shown to a fairly large auditorium. There was a large seated audience surrounded on three sides by wide platforms. They were ushered to the front of the auditorium and seated in the middle of the front row. Linda could see that there was balcony overhead. The show had started and the emcee seemed to be wrapping up the introduction of the contestants and started explaining the rules, “Now that you have been introduced to our beautiful contestants, lets run over the rules.

Our contestants are vying for a scholarship worth $100,000 at a French cooking school. They will demonstrate their culinary abilities by performing certain jobs.
They will spin this wheel and do the job indicated by the pointer.
Next they will spin this wheel, to select the food animal.
The contest will continue until a winner is proclaimed. Only one winner.
All the women have signed waiver forms volunteering to be meat girls. So the penalties for failure match the potential rewards.
Under no circumstances can any of the women back out or decline a spin.” 

“Please wheel in the meat girl livestock” Two tall muscular women wheeled in a metal cage that contained ten young meat girls, all nude. The women wore black meat girl leather corsets with half cut push up bras that revealed big pink tits riding on enormous breasts. They wore short black meat girl leather skirts that revealed their saved vaginal slits and the fact that they wore no undergarments. They had on long black leather mid thigh boots that Joe recalled graced the two huntresses' legs and as he studied the women's faces he realized they were, indeed, Ilsa and Sonya.

From what he could see, the girls in the cage were young meat girls, dolcettes, of the same size and shape as he was used to getting at the farm. Perhaps four blondes, two brunettes, a raven haired one and a cute petit red head, a Eurasian brunette and a black girl. Some were squatting on the floor of the cage, others leaning against the bars and a few just standing, waiting. Ilsa went over and ran her nightstick over the bars rousing them all, to an erect standing position.

“Are we ready to begin cooking?” Alex, the emcee, asked, as loud applause rang through the hall.

“As is our custom”, Alex continued, “We would like to offer a prayer of thanksgiving, and humbly beg our creator to watch over our enterprise and provide us with guidance this afternoon. This will be done in the form of a sacrifice.”

“I have been informed that we have a foreign dignitary with us, today. A renown girl meat farming expert, who has, for years, raised prize winning meat girl stock and acted as a judge at some of the most prestigious fairs, around the world. I call upon him inspect our modest herd of meat girls. And I call upon him to select the animal that we will sacrifice.”

Joe was beckoned to the stage and led to the cage where the Amazons brought the meat girls for him too inspect. Joe had grown accustomed to being called upon to perform in this manner and performed for the audience. Beginning with a cute young blonde girl, he rubbed her torso as the emcee started an explanation of Joe's actions.

“Our expert is rubbing the torso of the meat girl, to test for any unnatural bumps or hidden surprises. He is checking the muscle tone.
By weighing the breasts he can tell if they are firm and meaty or fleshy and fat.
Squeezing the breasts to elicited a moan or yelp will indicate how sensitive they are, also an indication of meat quality.
He is tweaking the nipples to draw milk. Milk breasts, generally, are more moist and tender.
Weighing round asses and pinching them, is a test of their elasticity and meatiness.
The fingering and rubbing clits and labia to see their engorged shape insures that the cunt filet, after it is cooked, will have the full attractive appearance we all value in our filets.
And of course the final taste test is all-important.
OK lets leave our expert to his work.

The audience lapped it up, focusing on Joe and ignoring the emcee while he prattled inanely about a number of unrelated topics, to pass the time.

Finally Joe came over to Alex and gave the word that broke the audience in thunderous applause, “These meat girls are all prime choice Grade A-one stock. Amongst the finest I have ever seen”. The expert had pronounced their meat to be of the best quality and the members of the audience felt satisfaction in believing that the evening's dinner would be a culinary masterpiece, capable sating their most animalistic passions.

Joey thought, ‘That ought to repay New World Traders for the price of the weekend.'

The emcee shook Joe's hand saying, “We realize that it's not really fair to ask you to pick a meat girl for our sacrifice so we can do it according to our usual procedure. Perhaps, you can have your lovely companion join us and spin the wheel?”

Linda came on stage and spun the wheel. It came up seven. The Amazons brought up the beautiful petite brunette with the number seven on her clit tag, while Joe and Linda exited the stage, to polite applause.
“Our animal will be pleasured by the contestants, to ease her passing.” One by one the women came over to perform cunnilingus upon the meat girl. The couplings were brief.

Alex explained the next step. “Our chosen one will be given spirits to light her to paradise and then we will purify the meat with flame and fire”; while the Amazons dragged the meat girl to an altar which had been moved to a position in the middle front of the stage and draped her body spread-eagled with her head angled slightly up. A man dressed in red robes, maybe the man from The Hunt, moved to the meat girl, pulled her head back, opening her mouth, and drowned her in alcohol. When he was sure that the little cutie was, at least, unconscious, he poured alcohol over her whole body, stepped away from the table, motioned the Amazons to withdraw, turned and bowed to the audience. Then he put the empty container of alcohol on a table, returned to the altar with a glowing torch and lit the alcohol. The meat girl's body was afire. The fire died down and the smoke and smell were sucked out by a huge kitchen fan. The two Amazon were motioned to wheel the altar, bearing the dolcette flambé, out, and to the backstage kitchen for oven roasting.

Alex chanted, “Praise be to the creator”

A curtain closed and when it reopened the contestants were back. Alex droned, “Let the contest begin”.
“For round one we will split the contestants into teams and give them a task to undertake. The preparation of a meat girl for live roasting.”

The girls spun a wheel and the girls with the closest numbers were named as the teams. A tall blonde, named Crista, was teamed with a petit Eurasian, named Kim. Samantha, the other blonde, a studious looking beauty with big full breasts, teamed with the elegant slim brunette, named Monica.

Crista spun the wheel for the meat girl and the meat girl with the number two was brought forward and held by Sonya. Meat girl number nine was chosen by Samantha for her team.
Suddenly there was movement all over. A panel was drawn down the middle of the auditorium, to mid point and curtains raised on the side stages to reveal fully modern gleaming kitchens.
The women were cautioned about trying to watch the other team, a form of cheating which would result in automatic disqualification.
With a wish of good luck, the contest began.

Linda and Joe concentrated on the team of Crista and Kim since their kitchen was on the same side. Crista directed the Amazon to bring the girl meat to her and she rubbed her hands over the torso imitating Joe's technique and then did a cursory examination imitating Joe, over the rest of the body much to the consternation of Kim. This led to their first argument.

Kim directed the Amazon to join her at the cleaning tub and placed the meat girl inside and as Kim turned on the water and started cleaning the meat girl, Crista joined them and started removing her clothes. She had an average body with breasts slightly fuller than average, conically shaped with no sag. Her ass was firm and compact. Her skin was dappled with freckles. When she was nude, she did a slow spin for the audience and winked at them before joining Kim, in the cleaning of the meat girl. Joe could hear Crista tell Kim to take off her clothes, too. Kim hesitated and then shrugged her shoulders and disrobed. Her body was compact with beautifully shaped firm breasts, a slim waist and muscular hips. Her skin was a golden almond colour.

By the time Kim got back to Crista, Crista was washing the meat girl's pussy sensually, rubbing everywhere with the wash towel and obviously fingering the cunt and ass hole. She could be heard saying to Kim, “We have to pleasure her too”.

Then Crista proceeded to kiss the meat girl all over her body, starting with the girl's mouth and moving down, stopping at the breasts, to massage, lick and kiss them, sensually and explicitly sexually. She sucked the nipples even though there was no milk.
Crista tongued her way down the torso to the cunt and treated it, as if were the cunt of a lover.

Kim stared dumbfounded and then with a peck on the lips of the meat girl, she joined in, tentatively sucking a nipple and licking a breast. She seemed gradually to get turned on and soon was trying to outdo Crista, but she had along way to go. Joe was getting turned on watching Crista and he noticed Linda rubbing her cunt. Joe glanced around; Linda wasn't the only one with her hands on her privates, those not rubbing some part of their body looked to be in the minority.

After about fifteen minutes, Joe could hear an exasperated Kim asking Crista, “Isn't that enough? We have lots to do”. She pulled a puzzled Crista off the meat girl and Crista looked hurt.
The duo toweled off the meat girl and had Sonya transfer the moaning girl to a table.

The women argued for a while about how to gut the meat girl and as they argued, Sonya had to restrain the poor frightened girl.
The debate continued until finally Kim picked up a knife and while Sonya held the little girl down, cut the stomach from just above the pubis to just below the sternum. The meat girl was screaming and Sonya had to cuff her, yelling at her to keep quiet. A mess of guts fell out. Kim turned to Crista and pushed the knife to her. Crista looked mortified and turned away. Kim had to finish the gutting, as Sonya slammed the meat girl on the side of the head, knocking her senseless.

Crista was directed to rub the body cavity with a mixture of olive oil and spices, while Kim used some meat girl smoked sausage, bread cubes and vegetables to make a stuffing for the cavity. Crista did the job meekly, stopping as soon as she could. Kim brought the bowl over from the stove and started stuffing the senseless meat girl. Kim sewed the cavity up and ordered Crista to oil the body with olive oil and salt. Crista did so, at one point, checking on Kim and then rubbing the meat girl's nipples sensuously. Crista turned to someone in the audience and winked. She checked on Kim again, and then worked the meat girl's cunt, this time moving the brush to over her own cunt and making brushing motions while smiling at the audience. Kim caught her and another argument ensued.

Kim ignored Crista after that. Kim arranged the body of the meat girl on her back with her arms tied together behind her back and under the area of the meat girl's breasts, raising the profile of the round globes. The legs were raised to an open fetal position and while Crista held them in the air, Kim secured them into the position she had adjusted them to. The hair of the eat girl was combed into a fan for the face and then Kim covered the tresses with protective parchment. Kim surveyed the pan ready meat girl, made some minor adjustments and stood back proudly. Crista moved to stand beside her and put her hand around Kim's shoulder. Crista had been flirting with the audience, whenever the opportunity presented itself and she continued to do so.

Joe had been unimpressed by Crista when he first saw her, thinking she was pretty, but not a beauty. Her breasts while nicely shaped were average and her body was not toned to his standards. And her freckles were a turn off. BUT, she exuded sexuality. She was sexy in some mysterious way. Her flirting was charming and he felt sorry for her incompetence. Joe heard someone whispering, “See, that blonde must of sucked the producer off, to get on the show, like John said.” Crista was a culinary amateur. She was a flirt, using her sex appeal to charm her way through life and get what she wanted and this was to be one more feather in her cap.

The focus switched to the front stage as the teams of women moved to stand at the tables, along side each other, but rotated at a slight angle in a V-shape. All four women were nude. The Amazons moved the roasting pans, containing the two live roasters, on to these tables as the emcee took up his position centre stage forward, joined by a man dressed in the attire of a head chef. The divider was moved once again and the side stages were dimmed as the focus of the audience moved back to the emcee. Alex introduced Chef Alfredo and gave a quick rundown of his credentials and asked the chef for his assessment of the women's efforts.

Spotlights were focused onto the pans. The meat girls had been posed in similar positions, on their backs; their heads slightly raised, supported by smaller pans acting as pillows. Their hair was nicely arranged. Both had their arms placed behind their backs to accentuate their ample breasts. However, whereas, Kim and Crista's girl had her legs raised into an open fetal position in the air; the meat girl of the other team had her legs arranged horizontally, bowed at the knees to display the meat girl's cunt and ass hole, both agape, with the labia of the cunt fully engorged and decoratively framed around the gaping vaginal opening. The lips of the labia had been tinted pink, as had the nipples.

Chef Alfredo launched into his assessment, “The women did a competent job in the preparation of these meat girls. Both were fully cleaned, gutted, stuffed and nicely arranged in the roasting pans. And, importantly, both are still alive.

However, the presentation of the meat girls, while fine for a family dinner, is not at a professional level. Meat girls, as beautiful as these two, should be presented in a manner befitting their physical attributes and emphasizing their sex appeal. While Team B did make an effort to highlight the meat girl's cunt and nipples, they could have posed the body more elegantly, so that all her prime attributes, including her rump were displayed, showing that she was more than a chicken for the oven.

Team A's meat girl is no more than a chicken for the oven.

Both meat girls were pleasured well to maximize their flavours but Team A seemed to have gotten carried away and showed sloppy cleaning technique, not even administering enema and douche. Again perfectly adequate for home cooking, but a professional likes to know that his product is presented to the table with the utmost cleanliness.
Both teams seasoned the body cavity and skin, well, but Team A neglected to fill their meat girl's breast with the human milk compound which is used to moisten, flavor and tenderize breasts which are not lactating. A must for any restaurant and they didn't apply butter under the skin for self basting.

On the whole Team B did a better job.”

Team B high-fived while Kim slumped and Crista flashed a worried look to the audience as if imploring them to help her.

Alex announced that Team B would be declared the winner and that Team A had lost.
But, because there were two women involved and blame could not fairly be attributed to either one of them, a cook off between Crista and Kim would take place.

A member of the audience was invited to spin the wheel. It came up, “Prep of Prime Cuts”, which Alex explained, “The meat girls prime cuts: breasts, ass cheeks and cunt filet, the obvious and most prized sex organs of a meat girl are to be harvested from her body while she was alive. This must be done without the meat girl expiring during the process or shortly thereafter.”

Crista and Kim spun the wheel and the meat girls, to be used, were picked. The meat pans were taken to an off-stage kitchen where professional chefs would reprocess the meat girls into acceptable fare for presentation, at the evening meal. The tables were replaced with butchering tables, as Alex explained, that since this exercise was a matter of expertise and skill with a knife, there was no need to place the women in positions where they could not see each other.

The Amazons brought the meat girls to tables and secured them.

Kim step forward and immediately started cleaning her meat girl. Crista glanced over and followed suit. Both girls did a sensuous erotic job, playing to the audience. They used the Amazons to turn and hold the meat girls while the backs were done. The meat girls relaxed and enjoyed the attention of the hands over their bodies rubbing and massaging them. As usual, Crista really got into it and again seemed to get carried away; giving the prime meat cuts an inordinate amount of attention. After Kim glanced over and saw what Crista was doing she picked up her pace and seemed to be trying to out do her rival.
During this time, Crista outrageously flirted with the audience. They were her source of salvation.

Both women remembered to enema and douche their meat girls, this time. And once again, Kim seemed to be going for cleanliness while Crista aim seemed to be sensuousness and eroticism.

Crista, quickly, moved to pleasure the meat girl, while Kim was reaching for her knife.
Kim paused and considered. Perhaps the rubbing of the genitalia was not sufficient pleasuring, and they had been told to ham it up and use any excuse to move their performances to a sexual nature. So Kim put down her knife and went to work on the meat girl's cunt, ass, breasts and mouth. Licking, groping, sucking, nipping, pinching for all she was worth, occasionally checking on Crista. When she saw Crista probe her meat girl's vagina and then attacking the girl's G-spot, a sly grin crossed her face and Kim followed suit and soon the loud exhalations and sighs of the meat girls told the audience that the dolcettes had attained orgasm. Crista had progressed to her meat girl's ass hole and was trying for anal orgasm. Kim took the hint and followed but quit a short time later. Enough was enough.

Kim went to reach for her knife again, then paused. Her meat girl was not lactating. There was no warm sweet milk when she sucked on her meat girl's nipples and she realized she had not thought about making sure the tits were engorged and stayed engorged after she had cut them off. She considered and reflected upon what she could do, while mixed up a batch of meat girl breast milk with the gel and herbs commonly used. The Eurasian beauty returned with the large syringe and start injecting her meat girl's breasts causing the girl to writhe in agony. Kim made sure to press the syringe to the bone a few times to make sure the meat girl screamed in agony. The audience would love that. The pain and suffering of the meat was a palliative to the outrageous prices they were paying for their show and dinner.

Kim decided to make a thicker meat girl breast milk mixture with more gel and a little arrowroot starch and injected that around the meat girl's nipples just under skin. That should keep them engorged and taut when she harvested them without detracting from the taste.

Crista turned to see what the screaming was about. She hadn't checked on Kim while she was pleasuring her meat girl. There was nothing Kim could teach her in that department.
When she saw Kim filling her meat girl with human breast milk she flashed a wicked smile at the audience. Crista's meat girl was lactating and Crista had taken great care not to drain to much breast milk from the breasts. She knew that most dinners, given the choice would pick a lactating breast meat rather than breast meat that had been filled, so she gabbed both nipples and tweaked them hard, causing her meat girl to scream in pain and eject a stream of milk. Crista made a great show of licking clean the breasts of her meat girl. The audience and the chef would know that her meat girl's breast were swollen with milk and Crista had not overlooked checking to make sure.

Both women knew enough to massage the clits and labia of their meat girls and both injected them with the usual basting oil mixture, used for that purpose. However, true to her form. Crista used this opportunity to eat out her meat girl's pussy.

Kim paused and seemed to be doing over a checklist in her head. She wasn't going to let her animosity to Crista make forget something again or make her careless.

This time Kim forgot nothing. She moved to the meat girl and gave her victim a large glass of fortified alcohol to calm the dolcette down and sedate her a little. Purist would also claim, that Kim was adding a little marinate to her animal's meat.
Kim made a show of noisily sharpening her knives, to allow the booze some time to work.

Crista, again, glanced over looking to Kim for guidance, and followed Kim's example.
Her use of the sharpening steel showed an inexperienced hand and she gave up after nicking herself with her chef knife.

Kim moved to her table, elevated an end slightly so that it was at an angle, allowing the audience to more easily see her actions and the effect those action would have on the meat girl. The she grabbed the breast and massaged them lightly, indicating that they would be the first cuts of girl meat harvested. She checked to make sure that all the bonds, holding her meat girl to the table, were secure and then placed a sheet of clear plastic over the bosom of her victim. Kim knew she could score points by ensuring that blood didn't splatter and squirt to far and not on the members of the audience. The little Eurasian beauty, then, removed the plastic and wiped the breast of her meat girl with a damp cloth.

Kim covered the bosom with the plastic, went through her mental checklist once again and moved her hand, holding her boning knife, under the plastic. She moved the blade to the fold where the lower breast meets the torso and inhaled and readied herself to start cutting. Suddenly she stopped, considered for a moment and then removed her hand from under the meat girl's breast. She removed the plastic and then exchanged knives. She had chosen a paring knife. Kim then traced an oval bloody circle around the complete meat girl's breast where it rose from the bosom. She exchanged knives again, replaced the plastic covering and once again positioned the boning knife under the fold at the lower base of the breast. With an economy of motion she moved the blade up till the detached breast was freely sitting on the meat girl's chest.

Kim removed her hand bearing the knife, carefully, from under the plastic wrap and using a towel reached under the plastic shield and cleaned the bloody mess. She exchanged towels, getting a pristine white one, Lifted away the plastic sheet and removed the breast and quickly covered the bloody wound with a white towel. With an economy of motion the plastic sheet was quickly dragged over the now quickly reddening towel, to the applause of the audience. The second breast was also sliced off in much the same manner but with less show and more haste.

Crista intently watched Kim and tried to match Kim's every move. She showed a lack of understanding of what she was doing but displayed an amazing ability to ape the actions the diminutive Eurasian beauty.
Kim next got a thick bag and filled it with small ice cubes from the freezer and crushed the cubes into slush. She double bagged the, formed it to the shape she wanted, sealed the bag, trimming away excess plastic. She took that bag and plopped it on the meat girl's breast wound that she had cleaned and packed with gauze pads to stop the bleeding.

There were lots in the audience that probably would have preferred to see the bloody mess, Kim thought, but her meat girl might die if she didn't stop the bleeding. Kim applied the same procedure to the other breast wound and covered the plastic bags with paper towels which she had soaked in pink dyed water to match the meat girls skin tone and shaped the paper around the bags in the form of the missing breasts. To the unwary eye, it might look like breasts had returned.

Crista took a completely different course. She cauterized her meat girl's breast wounds with a browning propane torch and then passed the bloody breasts over the black cauterized flesh to give it the look of a raw untreated wound. It was a risky procedure that might have sent the meat girl into shock. But, the bleeding was stopped and she could present a blackened, bloody mess, which Crista was sure the audience would love.

Both women moved to the cunt area and cut away the prime filet of girl meat employing the same technique with the towels and plastic, with no apparent problem. This time Kim molded the paper towels to show a pubic slit.

Kim was ready to move on to the final harvesting of the meat girl's ass cheeks but she was unsure about how to maneuver her meat girl's body to get it into a position where she could harvest the girl meat. She looked over at Crista wonder if Crista had any good ideas and wondering what was taking Crista so long. Kim's mouth dropped as she caught a glance at Crista's girl meat filet. It was round and Crista was wrapping smoked girl meat ham bacon around it. Kim considered. Yes, she had heard about cunt filets with girl meat bacon wrapped round them. Expensive restaurants served girl meat filets like that, calling them “Filles Mignon”, after the French word for girl. Kim could trim her girl meat filet into an oval shape and wrap it in girl meat bacon too. The girl meat bacon was made available, what else could it be for. Maybe, the bitch wasn't a total airhead.

The two women glared at each other, wondering what the best way of harvesting the ass-rump girl meat roasts. Kim didn't really know of a way, without flipping her meat girl, resulting in real mess around the breasts and vaginal area.
Crista had seen a rump roast being harvested in an expensive restaurant; a date had taken her to, to impress her. But, that meat girl had been hanging by her arms from the ceiling and the chef just had to turn the body around and he was in an enclosure, so he didn't have worry about blood splattering everywhere.

Kim had an idea; she had spotted a pulley hanging above her head. She could lift the meat girl's legs up with it, exposing the cheeks of the ass, and then Kim could easily slice them off. But there was a problem. The crank for the pulley was across the room and if Kim attempted to hoist her meat girl's legs aloft, the cunt wound would probably reopen creating a mess and she would not get a clear enough, unobstructed view from the crank to make sure that amount of movement was correct. Kim didn't want to raise body off the table. She was not allowed to get help from the Amazons for anything other than moving the meat girl. Kim surveyed the stage but could come up with no other solution and Crista seemed no better off. They would have to trust each and cooperate. Would Christa even consider doing so? Kim had to find out.

Reluctantly Crista agreed. Kim's idea worked. The rumps of each the meat girls were easily moved into position and once the crank was locked, the two women could help each other control the squirting blood and quickly clean up the mess. Both employed their own methods of treating the ass wounds.

A trimming of the edges of the cuts of girl meat, to enhance their appearance and a quick check to make sure nothing was missed and the contest was over.

The prime cuts of girl meat were presented by the two nude women, to the panel of judges for the verdict. The house lights went down.

A few minutes later the house lights brightened revealing the two cleaned up, still nude women standing side by side, slightly askew, so that the audience could clearly see both of them beside the emcee. The emcee reminded the audience of the consequences that would result from the panel of cooks' decision. One of the two women would be relegated to the girl meat cage to be processed for the evening repast

Alex reintroduced Chef Alfedo to pronounce the verdict.

“Both women did admirably.” He looked at the trays of girl meat and pronounced, ”All the cuts of girl meat had been cut to standards one would expect in a first class restaurant.
Most butchers, let alone cooks, would know to prepare the girl meat filets as “Filles Mignon”. A little extra work to increase the value and desirability of a prime cut of girl meat.” Crista did know best.

“The breasts are exquisite. Nice and plump and no doubt flavorful. The milky smell tells us that all of them are swollen with tasty meat girl milk. The engorged nipples enhance the presentability of the breasts. Who could turn down such a tasty treat?

The rump roasts a look plump and tender. They are cut right to the bone so that all possible girl meat has been harvested.”

“However, there has to be a winner”, concluded the venerable chef.

Crista inched a bit closer to the chef and when he glanced her, she slowly but visible thrust her breasts toward him. She fluttered eyes and crossed her arms under breasts to push them out and frame them. She was trying to flirt her way into his heart.

“In such a close contest as this, it boils down to the demonstration of skill and technique.
Which knife cuts are smoother, less ragged.
Who has been able to cut closest to the bone and cut the girl meat in a form which is more attractive to the eye.” Crista began to rub her thighs as if it was a nervous reaction, at that comment.
“Who has taken the most care and effort in trying to maximize the appearance of the cut of girl meat. For example which cook has taken the most effort see that the girl meat breasts have attractive nipples engorged to their maximum
Which meat girl has been injured the least? Have the wounds been treated to mitigate further trauma which could result in premature death. Does the meat girl still have a presentable body for the public to enjoy viewing?”

He paused, turned the Crista and Kim. A quiet chant of “Crista, Crista” started.
And he spoke, “The panel has decided that the most skill and ability was shown by Kim!”

Crista slumped and a tear fell from her right eye. The Amazons had to drag her to the meat girl cage, crying.

The house lights dimmed and rose to a deserted stage. The audience filed out to recover from the decision and get drinks and libations.

After about a half hour, a bell tolled, signaling to patrons that the contest was to resume.
The stage lights brightened showing the meat girl cage, now, with a morose Crista in it.
Kim, Samantha and Monica stood together slightly askew, now dressed in short mini-dresses. They had been cleaned up and make-up professional applied, their hair shone and with big smiles on their faces, they were all sex stars.

The emcee walked to the mike and announced, “The field has narrowed to three beauties.
It has been decided by the panel of judges that since the field is so competitive and the skills and abilities of our contestants so equal that we fill forego using the wheels to decide tasks. Instead the women will compete in face to beautiful face competition to decide the winner.
All three will perform the next task.
The two completing that task best, in the eyes of the panel, will then compete against each other to determine the winner of the contest.
The losers of round three, and the final, will join Crista in the meat girl cage, unless they are, at any time, chosen to be processed into girl meat. Good luck to you all.”

“But, before we start, there is some unfinished business we have to take care of. Have the Amazons bring Crista to centre stage. Crista will spin the wheel to get her number. She will spin until a free number comes up and that number will be assigned to her. That number will then be branded into her upper front thigh. Usually identifying numbers are tattooed onto our meat girls but the shortage of time necessitates this action. Crista is a brave girl, so I don't expect that she will suffer much. Also since Crista has not had the benefit of acquiring the wherewithal to produce milk in her breasts, we will ask that her former colleagues remedy that situation by filling her mammaries with our meat girl breast milk substitute.

Crista was brought forward looking bewildered and sobbing. After spinning the wheel her number came up. Lucky Seven? The number of the meat girl that had been sacrificed. The Amazons were ordered to tie Crista to crossbeam overhead by her two joined and bound hands. Then Kim, Samantha and Monica got a bit of revenge. Kim especially seemed to want to inflict pain, driving her needle deep into Crista's breasts and the new dolcette screamed in agony, she never been treated like this before. Uncounted cocks were rising throughout the auditorium and many a pussy was moistening. As blood was allowed to stream down Crista's tormented breasts, Sonya made a show of heating a branding iron to red hot in a charcoal brazier and then burned the number seven into Crista's thigh. Who knows how many orgasmed at that moment, to Christa's shrill blood curdling scream. Crista fainted. The Amazon dragged and threw back into the meat girl cage.

The three remaining contestants were then told that their next task would be to live spit a meat girl. The spitted meat girl had to remain alive so that she could be put on to roast in the pit BBQs immediately after they had performed their task. The meat girls would be monitored, to track the order of their expirations. The contestant whose meat girl lasted the longest would receive a bye into next round.
The contestants spun the wheel for the number of their victim. Jaws all over the auditorium, including Kim's, dropped when the arrow stopped on seven, for her spin.
A hubbub broke out and emcee announced that it would not be fair to Kim, that the number seven meat girl be assigned to her, due to the fragile state of meat girl. Kim spun again and came up with four.

Three Amazons each brought the chosen meat girls to tables, side by side, at which the three contestants were stripping off their clothes. Alex explained that the Amazons would assist the contestants in moving and restraining the meat girls but otherwise could not help them. Breach of this rule would result in disqualification.

The women were told where they could get water and cleaning supplies and began washing the nude meat girls. All proceeded to quickly and competently clean their girls. None missed the douche and enemas, although Samantha received an expected gush of vile brown liquid over her legs when her meat girl expelled the enema solution. The next step caused only minor difficulties. Kim, again, proceeded to pleasure her meat girl, in a somewhat relaxed mode, going about things mechanically and efficiently, missing nothing, inducing both a clitoral and G-spot orgasm but without passion or evidence of pleasure for her. Samantha fucked her meat girl and had her meat girl fucked her in a frenzy of cunnilingus. Monica enjoyed her liaison with her meat girl as they both explored each other and pleasured each other to satisfying relief.

Problems happened when Monica started syringing meat girl breast milk into her non-lactating dolcette. As the needle penetrated her taut nipple, the meat girl tried to jump off the table, surprising Sonya and as Sonya grappled to restrain the meat girl, the table was toppled onto Monica. Monica recovered quickly but was nonplussed for a time and started making mistakes and although she corrected them, she grew panicky, as Kim and Samantha forged a head.

She dropped the decanter of fortified alcohol smashing it, in an effort to catch her rivals.
And the screams of the other two meat girls having their stomachs slit open and their guts removed, caused Monica's dolcette to try to bolt again. The Amazon cuffed the terrified girl into quiescence but Monica become further unnerved.

By the time she had gutted her meat girl, the other two women were pushing their spitting poles into the body cavities of their dolcettes. Monica sped things up and appeared to be catching up. She had her spit pole entering the body cavity of her meat girl, as Kim and then Samantha pushed the pointed tips of the poles successfully out of the mouths of their meat girls, to polite applause. A task made infinitely easier by the proviso that the body cavities of the meat girls did not have to be stuffed and could be left wide open. As Kim and Samantha completed their rough closure of the belly tears, in their meat girls, to protect that now very sensitive area, Monica pushed her pole out of her meat girl's mouth. She had caught up, not that it made any difference. No time limit was ever specified and it was not a race.

The judging panel came over to examine the work of the contestants when they noticed a great deal of blood oozing out of Monica's meat girl's belly. Monica had not properly sealed all the bleeders caused by the gutting or she had perforated the lung tissue or heart.
Her spitted meat girl would expire soon.

Monica had lost.

The examination of the spitted meat girls was terminated and their bodies taken to the roasting pits. There was no need for further deliberation. There was also no need to respit Monica's meat girl; her technique had been sound enough and her fatal mistake would simply mean the spit muffin would not last as long as the other two
The audience followed the Amazons and the contestants, including Monica, as they carried the spitted bodies of the meat girls and installed them on the rotisseries. The wagerers still wanted to know if they could cash there betting chits.

When the contest resumed, Monica was ushered to the meat girl cage and thrown inside, landing on Crista. Monica had been morose but had not been seen to be crying. The refreshment interval, after the audience had moved to the roasting pits, had given the unfortunate woman a chance to recompose herself. But upon landing on Crista, the two losing contestants hugged each other, both weeping and sobbing woefully. The audience loved it.

Alex stepped to centre stage and announced that the final contest would be the skinning of a live meat girl. The chosen victims would be placed hanging by their joined hands and daggling, so that their toes barely touched the ground, in a glass enclosure, where the remaining two contestants Kim and Samantha would cut off their skin. The skin was to be removed in one piece and the meat girl was to remain alive for roasting or spitting.
And since, both women had already demonstrated their adeptness at cleaning the meat girls prior to processing, that step would no longer be require having been taken care of already.

If, the task was completed by both women, successfully, the winner of the contest and the $100,000 prize would be determined by an examination of the bodies of the meat girls and the completeness of the skin.

The emcee then called for Monica to be assigned a number by the Amazons. Monica was brought to centre stage, spun the wheel. It came up nine. The Amazons tied Monica to the ceiling and while she was dangling, inscribed the number nine on the thigh with a marking pen. The branding and the abuse of Crista's breasts had been for the entertainment of the audience. And although Monica was a beautiful woman with a lovely innocent baby face and a shapely lush body, the audience wasn't interested in achieving orgasmic release from her torture. A bewildered and relieved Monica was returned to the meat girl cage, to await her fate.

Kim and Samantha came on stage. They had again cleaned up and been expertly groomed during the intermission. The spotlights were trained on them in a manner to cause them to glow in the lights. They started stripping off the lingerie and they had arrived on stage, to a hushed audience. In the background, the enclosure was moved to centre stage.

The two women spun the wheel again. Samantha drew her dolcette and Kim once again drew number seven. A Eurasian meat girl and a delirious Crista were brought to the enclosure and Crista was hung from the ceiling. The crowd hushed as the beautiful statuesque blonde Samantha and the petit dazzler Kim, entered the enclosures to pleasure their meat girls. Samantha, once again, induced her meat girl into a frenzy and came to orgasm with a ear piercing scream of satisfaction. Some in the crowd wonder how real her orgasm was, while a few women swooned.

In the mean time, Kim attacked Crista with the mechanical sex making of the previous round but with a new intensity. Kim seemed to be intent on destroying Crista's breasts and genitalia with her exaggerated sex acts. She seemed to be trying to twist off the meat girl's nipples. She seemed to be trying to suck all the milk the three contestants had syringed into Crista's breasts. She seemed to be intent on licking the skin off Crista's pussy. She seemed to need to eat Crista's cunt raw, literally. She seemed to needed to destroy Christa's ass so it could never be used again.
Crista, on the other hand, seemed the writhe in sexual rhapsody accepting every insult to her body as if it were a blessing.
The contestant and the meat girl rode each other to screaming ORGASMS. Kim crumbled to the floor. Crista visible convulsed and fainted. The audience was transfixed by the unbridled passion.

It took Kim a few minutes to recompose herself. And then she strode to the enclosure with her skinning knife in hand, stopped retraced her steps and traded the knife for a towel. She slowly towel cleaned Crista's body in a deliberate non-sexual or sensuous manner, looking as if she was wasting time or further gathering herself. Kim went back and got her knife and a chant of “Save Crista, Save Crista, Save Crista!!” started. Kim turned to look at the audience in bewilderment and the audience responded by increasing the pitch and loudness. By the time Kim got to the enclosure, it was a roar. Kim approached the hanging body and punched into Crista's stomach with her fist. Kim was grabbed and dragged out of the enclosure by an Amazon.

The emcee spoke, “There seems to be a problem. Shall we continue?”

A resounding, “NO”, reverberated through the hall.

“What shall we do then?” Alex asked.

The audience continued with, “Free Crista , Free Christa”, that gradually changed to, “Let us pleasure her, Let us pleasure her, LET US PLEASURE HER” with a few, “Let us fuck her, Let us fuck her”, thrown in.

A group assembled off stage and called the emcee to them and then Kim was signaled to join them. Kim looked to be arguing with them. And then the emcee returned to the stage and spoke. “We hear you but the rules are clear Crista has been reduced to a meat girl, with no rights. Her only function is to serve you. Or more accurately, to be served to you.
But we cannot turn a deaf ear to you.”
Kim has rights, too. And she demands to be allowed to earn her reward. We cannot deny her.”
The chants grew louder even still as the emcee continued, “OK, OK, WE hear you and respond.”
“Crista may not be used today. She may be allowed to recover and serve you. She may be made available to all of you, to sample and to enjoy her many gifts, all next week as a dolcette.”

The crowd cheered.

The emcee continued, “But Kim insists that Crista fulfill her obligation as a meat girl, today. And since Crista cannot satisfy all of your lusts today and she is supposed to be turned to meat. Instead Crista will entertain you, to sooth your passions until next week.

It has been agreed that Crista will be hung by her neck, along side the meat girls while they are being turned to girl meat.
If Crista is still alive when the contestants have finished, you may use Crista all next week.
If Crista expires, Kim will spit her and the girl meat will be taken to the roasting pits.
This is Kim's gift to you.”

The audience quieted and applauded softly.

The contest was restarted with Crista being hung by her throat between the other two meat girls. The last of the original meat girls was chosen to take Crista's place.
Kim and Samantha would continue without the pleasuring of the replacement meat girl.
As Crista swung in the air, Kim slit a line into skin of the back of her meat girl, slowly, deliberately and cautiously. The blade slipped at bit causing an inadvertent cut in the skin. She thought, ‘I had better quit thinking about Crista or I'll be in the same predicament.' She proceeded to skin her victim in her usual methodical, cautious manner. Forgotten was her plan to stall until Crista was dead.

Samantha was having difficulty. She had never skinned anything except a salmon and she couldn't control her thrashing, screaming girl meat. She was just making a big mess of pieces of girl meat, girl meat skin and girl meat blood and starting to panic. The panic grew more intense every time she glanced at Kim, methodically peeling a growing flap of skin from her meat girl.
As Samantha's mess grew and Kim's flap of girl meat skin grew, the contest was stopped. Crista was taken down and off the stage.

The emcee explained to a quiet audience that the contest was stopped because Samantha was ruining her meat girl's flesh. And that if they allowed her to continue, the girl meat flesh might be made inedible. To Kim, a poor excuse but to many of the epicures in the audience an astute move. They couldn't abide minced girl meat flesh unless it came as Femme Tartar.

Kim was declared the winner.

The bodies of the meat girls were taken to a back stage to be prepared for the roasting pit.
Kim was moved to centre stage and given her original clothes to put on and she waited for emcee to name her the winner.
The audience grew increasingly restless.
The emcee moved to centre stage followed by two Amazons and said, “I am here to declare our contest winner.

But we do not have a winner!

The panel of judges has determined that Kim and Crista should have been disqualified for helping each other while they prepared the girl meat prime cuts.
According to the rules, disqualification must result in the contestant being made a meat girl”.

The Amazons grabbed the Eurasian beauty's arms and dragged her to the girl meat cage, stripped off her clothes and threw her into the meat girl cage

The cage now held three contestants Monica, Samantha and Kim.

The crowd exited the auditorium, as a voice implored them not to miss the next gala event. The Peril of Paulines.

Monica, Samantha and Kim were taken the resort kitchen. Samantha had been ordered by an enamored patron, for an evening feast. He, first, had her brought to his room and he and his friends pleasured her, brutally, all afternoon. They had a contest to see who could duplicate or better Samantha's orgasm in the skinning enclosure. The winner was to get her cunt filet.

Monica and Kim were spit roasted. There had been a deluge of preorders for exotic, erotic Asian food, that morning and management had ordained that Kim's only exit from the resort would be in patrons' stomachs.

Monica's girl meat was a hit too. There was a bidding war for the few pleasuring sessions that were available before she went on to the spit and no one was disappointed in her performances that afternoon.
She was roasted to a juicy golden brown with only a little charring. Her choice breast and rump slices were a popular, if not expensive, treat for many and the bidding on her cunt filet reached astronomical proportions. The resort management was not surprised; the contestants always brought big profits. There was an endless stream of foreign girls that could be lured to the resort with promises of wealth and fame, made to look beautiful and disappeared from their families. The rich patrons were willing to pay almost anything to sate their lusts and they never asked questions.

Perils of Paulines

Joey arrived back on the islands, early. The mounting expectation and foreboding made him so restless that he had to leave the Mansion and dolcette farm much earlier than he had originally planned. Based on the last two spectacles, he was expecting an outstanding show. The resort had advised the attendee to dress casually, to come early and to expect a long leisurely day of fun and thrills

Joey noticed that coliseum had been reconfigured and the seating capacity was now reduced five hundred people, divided almost equally between men and women.

He noticed that there was a lot of equipment everywhere. A “Y” shaped raised walkway dominated the middle of the arena, its three arms running from the center of the arena to the edges like spokes of a wheel. He recognized portable roasting pits just out side the gates and four tent pavilions at the four corners of the compass. along the rim of the arena.

After what seemed like an eternity the crier yelled out, “Good sirs and gentle ladies we welcome you to our extravaganza.
Today you will be able to feed all your appetites and sate your deepest passions.
You will be privy to a spectacle, unseen by most.
For your pleasure and entertainment, we have obtained a herd of wild she animals.
Today you may enjoy all that they have to offer, in any way you see fit.”

A wagon pulled up, drawn by horses, and stopped. A group of fifteen beautiful young women were pushed out of the wagon enclosure by ten Amazons. The meat girls were all lovely. There were eight blondes, two redheads, two brunettes, two Hispanic or Eurasians and a black girl. The meat girls looked to range in age from about eighteen and twenty-four. They looked bewildered and scared. Joe felt like he could feel their drumming hearts. They were dressed in casual ordinary clothes, a bit grubby but otherwise no different from what one would see on any street.
There were ten Amazons, dressed in their usual attire of black meat girl leathers and thigh boots. Joe noticed that all of them had cattle prods.

The Crier droned on, “These are wild untamed meat girls recently captured by our hunters worldwide. They have not been domesticated or fattened for the pot. Their flesh is gamy and chewy. But, they have the sweet savor of recent freedom.

Today, you the privileged elite will be able to sample and enjoy to the utmost, all that they have.

We affectionately call this presentation “The Perils of Paulines”. The meat girls will be put through a number of trials so that you might see what they are made of and which you might enjoy. Those not successfully completing a task will be punished by you, in a manner of your choosing, using your cell phones. Our Amazons will administer the punishment.”

“The Paulines will now be cleansed and made pure for you”. The Amazons forced the meat girls to strip completely naked, encouraging any who were reluctant with their cattle prods. The nude girls were washed in two small tubs, in a sensual erotic manner with much rubbing of the breasts, asses, thighs and cunts.

The nude meat girls were then paraded around the arena and then made to walk the three spokes of the runways, like models. They paused at the end of each runway and sat on a padded chair so that they could raise the legs and asses, spread their legs and show their pussies to the admiring crowd. Any reluctant models were encouraged to comply by the cattle prods of the Amazons. Joe noted that they all had cute attractive faces. Their bodies ran the gamut from short and chubby to lean and athletic. Their breasts and asses were not as plump and round as his farmed meat girls, with a more natural appearance.

After all the Paulines had walked all three runways, the crier informed the audience,
“The time has come for holy devotion to our creator. During the cleansing of the bodies, it was discover that there was one pure of body, untouched by her past life with her maidenhood intact. Our holy father will now raise this pure one to bosom of the Heavenly Lord, prepare her sex to accept his blessing and raise her soul to the heavens that she might wed her flesh to his and we can all partake of her holy sacrifice.”

A man in a red robe strode to the altar that had risen into the arena, as an Amazons picked up the little blonde. She was nude with a chubby body but not overweight. Her breasts were of medium size, with big pink puffy nipples, her waist was a not as narrow as most of the girls but her plump ass gave her a full smooth hourglass figure. She looked terrified but did not struggle. She was placed on the altar, spread-eagled, with her body on an angle so that all could see her face. A pillow was put under back to push up her bosom and make her breasts appear larger. The priest kissed tenderly on the lips and then kissed her breasts and nipples. The little girl was frozen in fear. The kissing progressed down the body to the cunt. The priest moistened the pussy by licking the area. He placed a white linen sheet under the lower torso and legs and the picked up an enormous cross with a shaft thicker than the head of a baseball bat, rubbed gently against the girl's torso and then thrust deeply into the girl. Her back arched and she convulsed slumping into unconsciousness.

The priest pulled out the now bloody end of the cross and blessed the girl's temple, mouth, breasts and cunt with cross motions and then reinserted the cross and thrust it in and out while chanting, for about five minutes and then dislodged the cross, bowed to the unconscious girl and left chanting, “Praise be to our Heavenly Lord.” Blood continue to drip from the vagina, of the meat girl. The girl was taken away a little later, when crowd was distracted by the Paulines pleasuring each other. She wasn't quite dead yet and was sure to make a tasty and tender roaster when she was put into the oven alive, to cook. Offers were already being accepted for her prime cuts.

The crier bowed to the altar and continued, “The Paulines will now be allowed to pleasure each other so that all may assess their skills and charms. After which our pavilion rooms will be opened so that the Paulines may be used to satisfy all your cravings and lust. Since these meat girls were not made available for sampling and pleasuring, during the week, as is customary, we offer this as recompense. The pavilions will open for two hours. The attendants and ushers will be able to assist you in getting the Pauline, of your desire, to your pavilion as expeditiously as possible. As is our custom, the most generous offers will be given priority. Feel free to come down and examine the Paulines and feel free to make use of any one of the pavilions. Of course, if you wish you may also use the arena mats.

The meat girls were divided into three groups and led to the mats in the three sectors where they pleasured each other, in frenzied activity. They had been told that the only way to survive the day was to play the game, to the utmost, and completely satisfy every requirement; that the surest way to live was to acquire a paramour who would buy them and take them to his or her home. The meat girls had no other option but to believe that that was the case and act accordingly.
The audience wasted no time in placing their orders and moving to the arena floor or their closest pavilion. The anticipation had already made many of them extremely horny.

When fifteen minutes was over, the fucking started immediately and for the next two hours, the arena was alive with a cacophony of sounds: screams of passion, pain and ecstasy, loud moans and all manner of grunts, squeals and squeaks. Joe could see humping silhouettes through the sheer pavilion walls. On the arena grounds, many of the patrons were using the opportunity to examine, explore and probe the bodies of the Paulines, some in cruel ways that had to be controlled by the Amazons.

After two hours, the crier announced that the first trial was to start. There was flurry of activity as the proper equipment was brought out and positioned. When the preparations were complete, there was a circular track around the rim of the arena and a series of three rope lines stretching between two of the spoke runways.

The crier explained, “The first trial is the trial of the noose.
The Paulines will be herded around the arena two times and then they will be herded up to a platform where a rope noose will be put around the necks. The rope is short. The other end has already been secured to the rope line. The hands of the Paulines will not be bound and their hands can be used to move them across the rope bridge to the other side.
If a Pauline looses grip of the rope, she will fall and be hanged.
Such a fate would be so fast that it would deprive us of proper entertainment, so the Amazons will remove the Pauline and take her to face the trial of slow impalement.”

The Pauline were chased around the ring, by Amazons wielding whips and lashes, the required two times, and then passed up to the runway, a noose placed over their necks and they were pushed off into space.

All but one Pauline made it across. A pale-white slightly built cutie, with bright deep blue eyes and an angelic face, lost her grip and was hanged. Also the last girl, a busty Latin temptress with thick wavy brown hair, streaked with blonde highlight, was pushed violent back as she attempted to climb back to the runway landing. It had been ordained that at least two Paulines should face the trial of impalement.

The Paulines that had successfully transited the rope bridge were taken away to be cleaned for next phase while the two hanged Paulines were taken down using long poles with hooked ends. They were taken to the spot on the runways for peril two.

The crier explained, “These two Pauline have sore necks but otherwise they are unhurt. They will now undergo the peril of impalement. A spitting pole will be put into their ass hole or vaginal tunnel and the pole has been rigged so that every movement will cause it to penetrate the body more. Of course the Paulines can halt the penetration using their sphincter muscles or vaginal muscles. If they survive to the end of the trial without damage that would ruin or taint their girl meat, they will be returned to the fattening farms. If the chefs, monitoring them, deem that the internal organs have been ruptured, they will intervene and prepare the meat girl for live spit roasting. The Paulines will then be placed on the spits.

The little blonde had the spit in her anus. Her pretty face and the torment, that the cruel punishment would cause, would make her cunt filet worth a fortune, by the time her girl meat was served. The Paulines stood stiffly expecting the worst to happen with their muscles clenched but at the same time knowing they were doomed. Nothing happened, the tips of the spits were dull so they didn't penetrate any further than they had been pushed in, the Paulines were meant to last awhile longer.

The Paulines were cleaned up, this time by a group of young teen cherubs, while the crier announced that the pavilions would reopen for two hours more of debauchery.

After two hours the crier announced, “Trial three. The gauntlet. In this trial, the Paulines will run gauntlets formed by the Amazons. The Amazons will form two lines through which the Paulines will run. Paulines will have to run completely through the gauntlets. The Amazons will not use weapons, only the hands and fists to try to catch or knock down a Pauline. The Amazons will have their range of movement constricted by neck restraints tied to ropes parallel to the pathway. Paulines caught will be given a second chance, by undergoing trial two, the peril of impalement. The gauntlet will be run three times so that each section of the coliseum can enjoy a close view.

The Paulines ran between the lines of the Amazons, to a hue of cries and screams. All told, four Paulines were caught.

The four were taken to be impaled. The impaling apparatus was slightly different than the first. And, the impalements were distributed to each runway so that each runway had two Paulines on it. They crier reiterated the specifics of the trial and four more terrified girls were left to their fates.

The remaining eight Paulines were cleaned and the pavilions open for business again. The flow into and out of the tent was constant.

After two hours, peril four was announced, “This peril is the peril of the roasting pit. A pit of hot coals has been prepared. A narrow log has been placed across the pit for our Paulines to cross over the pit. Any Pauline loosing her balance and falling in has been made meat.
Since we could not install a full hot coal-baking pit in the arena, the Paulines will be retrieved from our pit and baked in our ground charcoal ovens. However we would not want to deprive any of our esteemed audience of the spectacle of the preparation of the meat, so that chore will be done in the arena, before the meat is moved to the baking pits.”

The Paulines, some now crying, were led to a smoking fiery red pit, with a very thin branch across it. Three Paulines fell in. As with the hanging peril, one of the Paulines had been deliberately caused to fall. Preorders for the luau style dinner had been brisk and the management didn't want to disappoint anyone.

The Paulines in the pit realized that there was really no fire; smoke and mirrors, just a mass of ropes to entangle them so that they could not get up. The Amazons extricated the Paulines, knocked them unconscious and laid out their bodies side by side beside the pit, a smorgasbord of colors. The only black girl, a Latin beauty and a tall lanky blonde. It made pretty picture.

Chefs arrived to prepare the meat. The Paulines were wiped clean and then gutted alive. The pain of the gutting knife aroused the Latin into frenzied and she had to be restrained by two Amazons. The blonde girl was aroused by the screaming but merely glanced around, unable to move. The three Paulines were gutted with their hearts and lungs intact so that they would remain alive through their ordeal. The black beauty was shaken awaken and feeling the burning pain in her torso, screamed, ”Kill me, Please kill me.” The Amazons restrained her.

The Paulines were taken one by one to a nearby butcher block, one by one, where their arms were chopped off just above the elbows and their legs chopped off just above the knees. The chefs had tied the areas off with tourniquets so there wasn't a mess. And then the heads were chopped off. The blonde, the Latin and the black girl stared off into the abyss one final time, no longer feeling pain.

The cooks finished removing the internal organs, stuffed the body cavities and stitched them up. The meat was taken to the in-ground roasting pits, layered in palm leaves and piled high with hot coals and sand. The meat was allowed to bake till it was moist and tender long pig.

The five remaining Paulines were mortified and in shock. They meekly submitted to their cleaning with occasional attempts to bolt or woeful sobbing. They had to be tried to the beds in the pavilions, when the pavilions were open, and rather than fuck, the Paulines meekly lay back and let the patrons rape them. Not one person complained, some even offered to pay double for another go or longer time. Rape was a pleasure to them and the show by the pit was a real turn on.

The next trial was announced. Trial by water. The crier explained, “The Paulines will have choice of using their anal sphincters or their vaginal muscles. An enema will be administered and the Paulines have merely to run to the other side of the arena to expel the liquid or a Pauline will have this plug inserted into her vagina and a bucket, attached to the plug, will be filled with water. The Pauline has merely to transit the arena before the bucket falls.”

Of course the final test was impossible, the anuses would be filled to near the rupture point and if the Pauline got to close, she would be tripped or the seemingly small bucket would be weighted with lead and, again, if it looked like a Pauline was going to make it, she would be tripped. The field had already been bisected with wires, which were almost invisible until they were raised. The meat girls had to all go on the flame. Time was slipping away. The meat would not roast sufficiently if the show went on much longer. Some of the dinners were scheduled for mid night but even that might be too soon.

The peril went on. The two Paulines who had chosen enemas didn't even make it half way. The Paulines that chose the water buckets faired almost as poorly, one broke down crying, only a few yards from the start and one other tripped, even without the wires. The fifth Pauline made it; management had decided to make it appear that the final trial was possible. The last Pauline was lauded and feted for a while and went into the luau pit with her head cut off and her limbs shortened, the next day. The guests all said she was delicious and her meat melted in they're mouths.

That left the six impaled girls to deal with. Management debated whether to keep them alive for live spitting and live barbequing or just to pull the plug and let the poles do their job. All impaling devices were, in point of fact, sophisticated spitting machines that were programmed to perform in any manner decided. The Paulines had been put on them so that an appearance of death by impalement would occur; but in fact the spitting pole would barely pass the anus or vagina and more importantly no internal organs would be ruptured, thus avoiding a bloody smelly mess. It was argued that the audience didn't really care as long as they got their girl meat.

The other side argued that the reputation of the resort would suffer, if the show ended in a mess of blood and shit.
And in the end, they won. It was decided that it was the show that mattered. If the patrons just wanted human flesh, it was always available and they wanted a fine dinner of girl meat, the dining room and other restaurants were almost always open for business. They went to a lot of trouble to create illusions, to sate the lust and passion of the customers while ever maintaining a veneer of civilized behavior.

The show would go on as originally planned.
The Amazons went onto the runways and checked the bonds holding the Paulines. They aligned poles along the backs of the girls that were oriented in an identical manner to the poles penetrating the ass or vaginas and secured them to the base of the floor. The crier explained, “The poles are exactly parallel to the poles inside this Paulines. As the poles penetrating the Paulines go in deeper into each of the bodies, you can follow a parallel path of the pole through the body using the reference pole, you can see. This way you can determine the path the internal pole is taking through the Pauline's body.
The movement of the pole upward can be tracked by watching the machine's thrusting movements and the rise of the end of the pole.”
A cover was removed from a small glass window. “Through this window you can see the action of the pole going in, more easily. A computer programme tracks the path so that vital organs were missed and with a little adjustment to the head the tip of the point would pop out of the mouth like manual spitting”, he continued
“The machine is not on yet. We waited so that you could watch the impalement peril of these Paulines without any distractions.”

The machines came to life, noisily, and the Paulines screamed. The poles seemed to rise into the Paulines, as blood streamed from each of their orifices. The machines continued to a din of screams and moans with occasional swearing or pleas for mercy. The poles seemed to rise and the crowd was in pandemonium. An Amazon went the first girl, the fragile little blonde with the angelic face. She pulled back the head, by the long blonde hair, opening the mouth and inserted a tube. The crier explained, “The small tube, put into the mouth of the Pauline, will be pushed down to meet the spit coming up, allowing the Pauline to continue breathing and helping to bypass the heart. Watch for the tip of the spiting pole exiting.” And as the tip seemed to exit, to a cheer, he added, “Success the Pauline has become meat.”

In a like fashion the other Paulines were spitted.

The crier further explained, “The meat is still alive so that it can start roasting alive; this with ensure moist tender meat. However the meat has not been fully cleaned, the internal organs must still be removed; this will be done adjacent to the spit roasting barbeques.
All are invited to watch.”

The Paulines were moved to the spit roasting barbeques, after the crowd had left. They had not been impaled. The mouth tube and short pointed metal stakes were removed from their asses and vaginas. The girls were given the fortified alcohol to drink and taken to the spit roasting area where a small crowd had assembled and with great ceremony, really spitted in the normal manner by two skilled chefs. The alcohol had made the dolcettes drunk and almost senseless. The crowd thought it was the effect of the prolonged impalement.
The chefs used sharp knives, so the meat girls barely moved. All went well. Well past midnight, the meat was served. No one was upset by the wait. The little blonde Pauline was tender, moist and flavorful. Many patrons said it was the best girl meat they had ever tasted.

Joe went with Paul and the other New World executives to the luau. It was on the lawn adjacent to the resort dining room. The crowd was boisterous and wild, fuelled by copious alcohol that flowed freely. The management had made sure that there were lots of play-for-pay party dolls, of all shades of sexual orientation, to satisfy even the most jaded sexual appetite.

The party proceeded apace with Joe taking every advantage he could. He enjoyed the company of a beautiful brunette, who sucked his cock so hard he though she would suck it off. He enjoyed brandy after brandy, till he was staggering around.

By the time the girl meat, dark brown coloured with crisp skin, was served he was flying. Pointing to the uncooked head, which lay along side the platter of steaming female flesh, he giggled, “The little Spanish meat. I hope she tastes as good as she looked”, as his face fell onto his plate. His new friends let him sleep it off, for a while and as the gathering grew sparse, they helped back to his room. And put him to bed.

Joe was starting to come around when he felt hand pulling off his pants, and lifted his head to see a mop of long, curved, dark blonde hair. He staggered up asking, “Who are you.” And plopped back down.

The blonde coyly answer, “I'm your genie and I'm here to grant your every wish.

 Joe thought, ‘Room service from the resort. Gee, I hopes its not one of those sex fiends from New World.'

The beautiful blonde began sucking Joe off, as he drifted off. After an hour Joe glanced up at an angelic vision with large sky blue eyes, who was saying to him, “I think you're up and ready to play.” The vision moved toward his face and kissed him. The couple was quickly French kissing, passionately, but with a measured serenity. Sensuality seemed to be the focus on love rather than carnality. Joe was enveloped by her sweet musky smell as she kissed his chest and then raised her breasts to his mouth, pushed one of her engorged pink nipples into his and implored him to suck it. A jet of warm milk squirted down Joe's throat causing him gag, a little, and then he sucked with passion; a little baby clinging to his mother's breast, sucking for life sustaining substance. When that breast was dry, he went to the other, lost in time and place. When Joe had sucked the second breast dry, she mounted him aside his cock and slowly and gently rocked. As the rocking slowly intensified, the minx tried to suck Joe's cock into her as deeply as possible with her vaginal muscles. The blonde lifted her self off Joe and bent to him, kissing him and telling him to make love to her. She helped Joe turn over and mount her. Joe mechanically fucked her, on his sex autopilot. He came in a flood, turned over and went back to sleep. The blonde cleaned Joe off with a towel and went to the bathroom to clean herself. Returning to the bed, she lightly kissed Joe and got into the bed by side him, briefly hugging Joe before she nodded off.

The next morning, Joe got up and looked over to the glowing vision of beauty beside him. It hadn't been a dream. She was there. He studied her face. She was beautiful, a halo of thick dark blonde hair, that curled lushly down to her shoulders, framed her face. The lips move a bit, they were a dull pink, full and wide and symmetrically equal in width and length. They conveyed innocence and youth, and then Joe remembered those startling blue eye that seemed to glow at him in the subdued light of the night. He had to awaken sleeping beauty with a kiss.

The kiss did awaken the blonde and she beamed at with a great big smile and flashed those incredibly sky blue eyes. She cooed, “Good morning, Lover. Is it morning already.”

Joe glared at her, lost in those big blue eyes, unable to talk.
The blonde knew Joe was lost. She could almost, physically, feel his eyes penetrating into her. She broke the spell singing, “I'm going to get cleaned. I'll only be a moment. We have a big day ahead of us.” The vision got out of bed and slowly and majestically made her way to the bathroom showing no concern that she was nude.”
Joe kept staring watching the smooth unblemished lightly tanned skin of the back and the big well-muscled taut ass cheeks move away from him.

Fifteen minutes later the blonde returned with only a wet towel flung her shoulder. To Joe, her breasts were like beacon, they were large, slightly conical but with a full heavy bulge on the underside, a very slight amount of sagging and only a pencil width of space separating them as they rode high on her chest, slightly bouncing. The nipples were a light pink and fully engorged. They dominated her breasts. Joe was salivating and he didn't know why.

Joe stammered, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

The woman identified herself a Lena Sanchez and she was from New World Traders. As Joe responded with a moan, she giggled saying, “I'm an executive, not a meat girl or play-for-pay girl. I volunteered to be your guide for your visit, and I just couldn't wait to introduce myself. I hope I didn't inconvenience you.” Lena finished drying her self and dropped the towel and moved to her over night bag.

Joe looked away slightly and gushed, “No problem.” Considered and said, ”Was I OK last night? I didn't do anything I shouldn't of, did I?”

Lena giggled and as Joe turned back to her, she was reaching behind her back to fasten her bra said, “No you were a perfect gentleman.” And after snapping the hooks into place she clutched her breasts lifting them in her hands saying, “But you drained these dry.”

The two broke out into laughter, the ice completely broken now. Lena continued to dress putting on a simple floral mini-dress, over her lacy t-back, skimpy panties and put on white high heels. She picked up her small over night grooming kit and headed for the bathroom, again. Suddenly she turned back to Joe and with blushing bright cheeks said, “I hope I didn't embarrass you. I should have dressed in the bathroom. I'm a single girl, not used to having strange men around.”

Joe blushed back, assuring Lena that it was OK. Wondering if Lena was really embarrassed or merely showing off her magnificent body to him. He intended to find out.
Lena emerged fifteen minutes later looking even more radiant chiming, “How do I look?”
Curtsied a little and beamed when Joe complimented her.

Joe completed his grooming in fifteen minutes and the couple was off.
They drove in Lena's Audi conversable to their New World site, stopping to get a quick breakfast and some aspirin for Joe's now pounding head.

The site was small with only two buildings; a well cared for modern large brick house and a large Quonset style hut. The grounds around the house were well-tended green lawn while the Quonset hut was amid rough brush with a walkway to the door.
Lena led Joe into the house, where he was introduced to the other principals of New World Trading, by Paul and group chatted amicably for a while.
An accountant brought out the books and proceed to make his presentation. Joe listened, not really knowing what the guy was talking about. He was no accountant.
Joe eventually convinced the execs, to let him tour their facility despite their many excuses and reasons for him not to do so, at that time.
Led by Paul, Joe and the self-designated tour guide, Lena, set off to the hut.

As the door opened, Joe herd screaming and saw two men whipping a suspended girl.
The men stopped immediately but the girl continued to cry.
Joe scanned the room and quickly focused on three piles of thrashing pink brown skin.
There were nude girls rolling around in bundles of squirming arms, legs, torso and other body parts. When he could finally look away from the body piles he could see two couples in intimate embrace and two or three girl masturbating. They appeared to be young teens ranging in age from about fifteen to twenty years old.

Lena was apologizing and Paul was yelling at the men. Lena pulled Joe out the door, while Paul stayed to lecture the guards. Joe assured them that it was no big deal and that, on a farm, one couldn't control all the animals, all the time. He asked to be permitted to examine the meat girls but Paul resisted and begged for the opportunity to prepare things so that he could do his inspection the next day. Lena kept Joe busy for the rest of the day, treating him to sumptuous seafood diner at a nearby posh restaurant.

Lena drove Joe back to the resort asking if he wanted her to have dinner with him and later go out. Joe begged off, saying he was tired and wanted to turn in early, cautioning Lena to make sure no more girls would be sent over for his enjoyment.
None were and Joe did turn in early.

Lena picked up Joe the next morning and this time; he did make his tour of the Quonset hut. The guards were in neat uniforms and the girls were clean and groomed, dressed in brief white slips. Lena undressed them, as Joe did his meat girl examination taking care to do a totally professional job; rubbing where needed, pinching lightly, here and there, weighing breasts and ass cheeks, checking the elasticity and firmness of skin, in various places, etc; not doing tests that were unnecessary or overtly sexual in nature. He was sure Lena was impressed. He didn't think anything was out of the ordinary. They were representative of the stock sent north, earlier. His only lasting impressions were of a cute baby-faced, blonde girl with blue eyes and a pixie-like, Latin sprite with a big smile.

The rest of the week was equally uneventful. Joe's only concern was a nagging feeling that he was missing something important. There were only twenty girls in the hut and Paul had earlier mentioned a shipment of six girls was being prepared for shipment, north and since the spectacles and festivals seem to consume about eight to ten meat girls, each time, there seemed to be shortage. Paul had tried to explain that their main ranching facility was further inland, requiring days to get to, because of the poor roads. It was an effective and cheap security arrangement and one of reasons that they could supply such high quality meat girls at such a low price. Joe was buying that reasoning for now but he intended to nose around some more.

Lena played guide all week and by Thursday they were inseparable. The ate all their meals together, in expensive restaurants with Lena always picking up the tab, saying the company was paying and it was on her expense account. They never went to a restaurant that served girl meat and when Joe suggested one, Lena always had a better beef place or chicken place or a seafood place. They did the nightlife like courting couple and they made love every night. Lena also stayed every night. Their lovemaking was, as before, passionate but gentle and caring. They celebrated each other sensuality and sexuality. They probed each other's bodies to find new ways to please each other and reach new heights of ecstasy. Joe was falling in love and he was sure Lena was too.

As the week came to close Joe agreed to pass on a favourable report or as he put it “a report showing no serious problems or barriers to a long term agreement”. The execs were satisfied and presented him with a ticket to the final festival.
Joe was disappointed there weren't two tickets; he would have liked to take Lena. When he asked if she was going, she turned away, so Joe didn't pursue the subject. Perhaps she's angry because she wasn't invited, he thought.
Then he remembered that Lena didn't want to talk about the last spectacle either.
Lena left, right after they arose, Saturday morning, and bid Joe have a good time.
When Joe asked if they were to dine together after the festival or if he could meet her later, she declined saying she had previous plans. Joe wondered if he had once again received a Trojan horse from New World Trading.

Let the Games Begin

Joe arrived about a half hour early for the final extravaganza in the series of resort festivals. Paul had told him earlier that this was to be a Roman style girl gladiator fight, to the death. He also mentioned that if Joe wished, he could sample the offerings of the warriors but the demand for those pleasuring sessions was extremely popular and the bidding would be high. Paul said he wished he could afford it, because from all accounts, when the meat girl was told that in a few hour, her girl meat would be digesting in the patron's stomach, her ultimate destiny fulfilled, she responded by going into a frenzy of lust and passion, producing an orgasmic experience, unrivalled by any other.
He said that the rumour was that the bids for the final coupling with the Warrior Queen, the meat girl that had been pleasured the most and at the highest prices for her charms, had reached a record, especially since the evening had been set aside for the participants to prepare themselves for their starring performances. Moreover, the rumor was that the Warrior Queen had always been masked during the lovemaking and was believed to be Crista.

Joe thought, “This must be some event, the traffic around the pleasuring tents is still frenzied, I'm glad Lena was such an accommodating partner for me, last night or I might be in line too.”

In due course, five women entered the court, escorted by four Amazons and followed a bevy of cute nymphets. The women wore black girl meat leather, semi-cut push-up bras that allowed for a full display of their rouged nipples. In some a cases, the bright pink of the woman's tits was the only thing that differentiated that woman's nipples from the other nipples that studded their bras. They wore black meat girl leather aprons that barely covered their pubic areas and left their asses fully uncovered. The aprons were studded with tanned leather dolcette cunts carefully spread open to display their maximum finery. Paul whispered to Joe, “I bet those costumes the warriors are wearing will start a bidding war.”

The women wore gladiator style helmets that hid their faces.
Amongst the four Amazons, Joe recognized Ilsa and Sonya.
The nymphets were all devastatingly cute, with innocent baby faces and masses of long curly blonde hair highlighted with brown steaks. They wore short unblemished white togas that hung to just under their bare shaven cunts and left a plump white breast bare. Their nipples also shone of bright red colouring.

The group paraded to the altar and arrayed themselves into position, with a warrior maiden standing directly in front of the altar, at its mid point, and the other warrior maidens standing in two pairs in front of her, widely spaced. The nymphets stood in a casual line at the back of the altar. The Amazons took up positions forming a box around the other females.

The same crier that had presided over The Hunt came out and sang out, “We thank for sharing in our festival and pray that our efforts will entertain you and sate your appetites and passions.”
“Let the games begin” The horns and trumpets blared.
“In keeping with out customs we will now make our offering to our lord creator.”
“Please bring the appointed one to the altar.” Two Amazons strode over to one of the nymphets and stripped off her toga, leaving her nude except for her white high heel shoes.” The Amazons dragged the struggling nymphet to the altar and bound her, spread-eagled, across it. Then Amazons resumed their positions.
“This chosen one was the beauty that pleased us most during the week with her youthfulness, beauty and talents. The Gods rejoice at our sacrifice, at giving such a one to them.”
“For the next two hours any of you that so desire can offer their vital fluids to the Gods, using the chosen one as a vehicle. Let the virgins act as our intermediaries.”
“First, let us initiate the virgins.”

Four handsome men, including Saul, marched out, clad in gladiator uniforms, carrying padded backless chairs. The warrior maidens assisted the men, blowing them until all had erections and putting condoms on the penises. The men then walked over to one of the nymphets, cradled her in his arms and carried her back to the chair, placing her in a spread-eagle position. The warrior maidens kissed their nymphets in turn; and then the men began their brutal assaults on the cunts of the little cuties. The girls thrashed and screamed as if in agony, noisily climaxing with a loud shrill ear-piercing scream of pain and pleasure. The men flipped the nymphets over and brutalized their anuses, in the same manner, with the same results. As the men withdrew, the nymphets could be seen to be quietly sobbing. A bevy of young cherubs, naked except for rings of white lace around their ankles and wrists, all showing bright pink fully engorged large nipples on small budding breasts, entered carrying basins of water and towels.

Upon their arrivals, at the various chairs, the warrior maidens undressed their nymphets, some wiping away tears, some kissing their girls and then, as one, the warrior maidens wiped the chairs with the nymphets gowns and waved the clearly blood stained garments, like flags to the audience. The audience cheered even through they all knew the nymphets had not been virgins and, indeed, many of onlookers had enjoyed the sexual favors of their favorite cutie during the weeklong build up to this festival. The warrior maidens then cleaned the sweet young beauties, making a show of sensuality and sexuality, in all that they did. The sounds of lovemaking wafted through the air through the coliseum sound system.

As the cleansing of the nymphets neared completion, the crier called out, “Offerings can now be made.” And he pointed to four tent pavilions, sided with sheer curtains.

Each warrior maiden picked up her nymphet and cradled the nymphet in her arms. The nymphets were carried to the pavilions and placed inside. Where upon, men and women began to enter the tents and could be seen, in silhouette, to be having sex with the nymphets. As the first person to finish left a pavilion, a warrior maiden stationed at that pavilion, entered the tent and emerged cradling the nymphet in her arms. The little nymphet was taken to the altar and placed upon it, her legs were spread and the Warrior Queen penetrated the girl's cunt with a dildo and then took the glistening wet dildo and inserted it into the vagina of the spread-eagled sacrificial offering. The beautiful sacrificial offering arched her back to force the thrust of the dildo deeply into her cunt and let out aloud moan of pleasure. After thrusting the dildo in and out of the sacrificial offering, a few times, the dildo was returned to spot on the altar from which it had been taken. In the meantime, one of the adolescent cherubs cleaned the nymphet and the warrior maiden returned the nymphet to her pavilion to accept another offering.

This procedure was repeated for the allotted two hours.

The crier announced that the period for offering gifts to the Gods had ended.
The warrior maidens carried back their nymphets to their chairs and the nymphets were cleaned sensually and erotically by the adolescent cherubs. As the cherubs withdrew, the women reassembled at their posts.

The crier announced that the warrior maidens and the nymphets would be allowed to show their gratitude to the chosen one for her gift, to all of them.
An orgy of female lust and passion ensured. An ever-mounting crescendo of carnal ecstasy, accompanied a riotous display of ever moving, ever rubbing breasts, asses, arms legs pussies and all other female parts.
After a half hour, the crier announced that the period for giving thanks was over. The females all returned to their appointed positions without delay.

The crier announced that the time had come for the chosen one to be made into food for the Gods.
“Our chosen one will be made into divine sustenance for our Creators. And that we might all partake of her blessed flesh.
She will be raised to her heaven, in an ecstasy of love.
To guide her on this quest, our noble Warrior Queen will use all her inexhaustible lusts and passions.
And the handmaidens, of the chosen one, will accompany her on her journey to her ultimate orgasm.”

The nymphets were then moved, by the warrior maidens, to the corners of the altar and nooses placed over their heads. The hanging ropes were attached to scaffold rods that had been pulled out of the altar corners and extended so that their end points were well away from the altar.

In the meantime the Warrior Queen was doing a sensual highly erotic strip. Finally she was nude, except for her black girl meat leather thigh boots and her helmet. The Warrior Queen climbed the altar and flagrantly displayed her body. She continued to rub her breasts and pussy, sensuously and erotically, until all the nymphets were secured to their nooses and being held, by the warrior maidens.

It could be Crista thought Joe, “The body did looked similar but the breasts were a fuller, bigger. And, the body was smooth and unblemished with no freckles. But her breasts could have been pumped up with meat girl breast milk and she could be in body makeup.”

The Warrior Queen moved her masked helmet away from her mouth, a little, and knelt to kiss the chosen one, a sloppy moist passionate French kiss. This was the signal for the altar to rise. As the altar began to rise, the Warrior Queen began to make love with the chosen one. A loving sensual display of licking, gentle sucking formed a counterpoint to the taut ropes lifting the nymphets off the ground, by their throats. Soft moans and sighs of pleasure intermixed with choking sounds and forced muted screams.
One nymphet was even holding the rope to relax the noose but she was pulled back sharply, by her warrior. The other three nymphs let their arms hang unbound, at their sides.

But, almost everyone's attention was focused on the two females atop the altar.
The Warrior Queen was now a frenzied whirlwind moving all over and all around. Into and out of all the sexual parts of the sacrificial offering and the young beauty seemed totally gone, moaning loudly and writhing in ecstasy. Methodologically the warrior attacked the clitoris, ass hole and the vagina to induce the tiny thing to spasmodic clitoral, anal and G-spot ORGASMS. The wild woman rubbed her pussy over the subdued girl for what seemed an eternity, finally grunting with the satisfaction of her orgasm.
The warrior moved her mask aside, again, and kissed the nymphet, tenderly, telling the chosen one that it was time to fulfill her destiny and become the food of Gods and all mortal men.

Those close enough, could see a radiant smile break over the face of the radiant CHOSEN ONE.

As one of four hung nymphets gurgled, the Warrior Queen rose and masturbated herself to her G-spot climax. She belted on a strap-on dildo and mounted the chosen one in sexual penetration. The little chosen one arched to engulf the hard thrust and pulled it deep inside her. The two continued in a wild display of deep thrusts, noticeably climaxing. Then the Warrior Queen wrapped hand around the sacrificial offering and began to violently strangle the little girl. The chosen one responded with frenzied writhing and bucking around the dildo until her body convulsed in spasm and she slumped motionless. The Warrior Queen continued choking and fucking violently. Joe thought out loud, “Well if that isn't Crista, she would have loved that performance.”

Finally the Warrior Queen stopped; put her hand over the heart of the petit girl and rose atop the altar tearing off her helmet and mask yelling as loudly as she could, “Our Chosen one is now meat!” The crowd broke in to pandemonium.

It was Crista in all her glory.

Crista was helped down from the altar by two Amazons. The Amazons now followed her to the front of the altar where a casual line formed with Crista in the middle flanked on either side by two warrior maidens. The Amazons were positioned one step back, at both ends.

The crier stepped out into the limelight to announce the rules of this contest.

“Our warriors maidens will battle in one-on-one combat for our entertainment. They will be paired off into fighting couples, by lot. The winners of the two matches will then fight each other. The Warrior Queen will be spared the inconvenience of these two preliminary rounds and she will then fight that winner. A prize will be awarded to the winner, at our whim.”

“The fights will be done using fists and short blades to incapacitate one's opponent.
Incapacity of a warrior will be finalized upon presentation of a token, placed in each warrior's vagina, to our priest.” He pointed to the man in red robes.
“Should a token dislodge itself from a vagina, the maiden may reposition it or the adversary try to take it. However, to win a match, one must both incapacitate one's opponent and retain her token for presentation to our holy father.
There is to be a time limit of fifteen minutes after which the contest will crease. At that time a token taken from an opponent by any means, will be sufficient to win that match. In all other situations the winner will be chosen by the sound of the crowd.
The audience may, at any time, disqualify a combatant by din of their voices.
Violations of the rules will also be subject to disqualification.”

“All losers are to be spitted alive, for live roasting, as meat, in the BBQ pits.
All bodies of losers must be deemed to meet strict standards, as set by our chefs
Injury to the flesh or cutting of skin are amongst the many prohibitions that you all have been previously warned of.
If the body is deemed unsuitable the victor will be disqualified and the result will be reversed.
Good fortune to all.”

The pairs were set and the two pairs fought. And although the warrior maidens fought with zeal and enthusiasm, the audience was bored. They knew the outcome was meaningless. All four women would likely go to the roasting pit, at least three them, this round and although the women were beautiful, there was little of interest was being accomplished, except the toughening of their flesh. Most of them preferred to relive the last act in their minds or watch the nymphets expire. Those little beauties were going to succulent and tender.

Some watched as the blonde hair was removed from a little nymphet. She had expired and her wig was no longer necessary. The only decorations that, now, mattered to this girl meat were her breasts, ass and cunt; for which some diners would pay a fortune

Finally two of the warriors had been eliminated. One had been knocked on the head senseless. OK, since the bump was hidden by her dark hair. And, the other, a busty blonde, had been choked into unconsciousness without killing her.
 
The bodies of the fallen were displayed to the crowd. The crowd came alive as the spitting carts rolled in and after a transit of the small arena, the Amazons restrained the busty blond and vivacious brunette, to racks along side the spitting carts. The fallen warrior maidens had been tied to the racks, spread-eagled, and the racks sloped so that their lush bodies were easy to see. Warrior maidens were generally older than most meat girls. They tended to have better developed bodies, which, with the fattening process, bloomed into very full figured, chubby, soft bodies. Their fat content was much higher; offering more marbled flesh to somewhat offset their tougher texture.

Older meat girls, with such beautiful faces were often plucked from the processing line at the smokehouses to be used in spectacles, such as The Games, and their girl meat was usual cooked in a manner to match the flesh of their younger, more tender sisters. They were immensely popular in BBQ pit restaurants where they flesh was slow cooked till it fell of the bone.
And, that was to be the fate of these two beauties. They would be turned to girl meat on spit and slowly roasted for hours, to satisfy late night dinners in one of the Resort's after hours cafes.

The meat girls had to be put on the spit quickly. Their vanquishers immediately set to work cleaning the lush full bodies, to the disappointment of the crowd, more for efficiency than lust. The little cherubs, who were helping, did add some passion and lust but they were usually pushed aside, before things could develop. Pleasuring of the meat girls was almost nonexistent, as the two victorious warriors wanted to prepare to battle each other.

Amazons were called upon to do the gutting and spitting for fear that a hasty spitting would kill the meat girls and maybe even ruin the flavor of the meat

This time, crowd would see a gutting in full view, brutally carried out. An Amazon ripped opened the body cavity without mercy and yanked out handfuls of intestine throwing them to the ground. A hose appeared to wash out the gristly remains. A container of a compound was used to seal bleeders and the cavity walls. The moaning, which followed the screams of anguish when the knife first penetrated, were a sign that the process had been done successful.

Two Amazons successfully helped each other; first the Amazons woman-handled the blonde to the spiting cart; then restrained her in the proper position and finally thrusting the tip of the pole out the mouth, without causing damage to the heart or lungs.

The other two Amazons similarly spitted the brunette.

Moments after the spitted girl meat was taken off, to the roasting pits, by attendants and spitting carts moved away, the third match began. It was an uninspired shoving and pushing match that only reached the intensity of a roll in the sand. The warriors were already exhausted. The crowd booed and then one of the warriors stood tall while the other lay in a pile at her feet.

This time the Amazons did the cleansing and spitting trying to make look like they were assisting the Eurasian winner. Sonya even managed to eject some sexual heat into the action with a hot tongue attack on the meat girl's breasts and cunt that climaxed with the red haired Amazon thrusting her open hand into the ass of the meat girl, to the meat girl's ear-splitting screaming return to reality. The crowd loved that and roared.

As that third meat girl was taken away, the crier announced the final match. He announced that the warriors would honour one another, a final time, as Crista stripped off hers few garments and the other warrior meekly followed. Then Crista attacked, in a violent sexual assault of female rape. When Crista brushed away the meat girl's attempts to ward her off, Crista used that, as a sign that she could violate any part of the meat girl's body, at her will. She went after the breasts and cunt mercilessly, stopping only when a trickle of blood flowed. Crista attacked the meat girl's vagina with her breast until streams of breast milk, mixed with vaginal blood were, messily, evident.
Sitting aside the fallen body, Crista ground her pussy into the meat girl's tits, breasts and thighs, finally yelling out in orgasmic pleasure, astride the meat girl's big white ass.
Her crowd was cheering in pandemonium as Crista stood up in triumph.

As the other warrior staggered to her feet, the crier started giving his introduction for the last match. Then the meat girl wobbled and fell back down. The crier stopped and gazed at the two women and announced, “The contest has been decided. The winner is our Warrior Queen Crista”. A chant of “Crista, Crista” rose threw the crowd, standing in all her nude splendor, Crista beamed.

Ilsa and Sonya rushed out to secure the fallen meat girl to the rack and they quickly cleaned the moaning meat girl. Crista seemed distracted, letting the audience know that she felt cleaning her victim was beneath her, but when Sonya, with a sly grin on her face, began licking the meat girl's tits, Crista pushed the Amazon away, coyly and gently licking and then sucking the same nipple. Crista softly sucked the other nipple and then gently kissed her way to the meat girl's red streaked pussy. She stopped to nip the tip of the clitoris and suck the labia. She pushed a single finger up the cunt and then withdrew the finger. She rose up and gently kissed the lips of the meat girl's mouth and then turned away. The crowd was stunned and quiet.

Then Crista pointed to the spitting table, motioning where she wanted it. She directed Ilsa and Sonya on to arrange the meat girl on to the cart, into the classic spitting position with the ass high and the head resting on the edge. Crista made a show of completely examining everything was proper and to her satisfaction. She got a damp towel and wiped the whole body. At one point she tweaked a nipple and then, discovering that no milk would flow, she got tub, threw out the water and milked her own big nipples. After about fifteen minutes, during which she ignored the crowd, she got out the syringes and began pumping her breast milk into the tits of the meat girl.

She got the biggest bowl she could see and then assembled a few other containers; bringing them to the spitting table. She got her knives and honed them dramatically. With the chef knife, the blonde vixen smoothly cut open the belly. The knife was so sharp and the cut so smooth that the meat girl did not react. The guts were unceremoniously dumped into the large tub and the body cavity treated to minimize the damage.

Crista surveyed her work and smiled.

She motioned for Amazons to rejoin her with the spitting pole.
Shortly after cleaning the anal aperture, with exaggerated care, Crista thrust the pole into the meat girl's body cavity and slowly pushed until she met resistance. She stopped, had Sonya hold the end of the pole and checked the body cavity, reaching in to make minute correction of the path of the pole, while directing Sonya. Finally, Crista returned to the ass and pushed the pole until it emerged from the meat girl's mouth. Her voice rang out as Crista announced, “Now she is meat”.

Applause and cheers rang out.

Crista curtsied and departed the arena to her fans' cheers.

After the applause abated, the crier announced, “Queen of the Warrior Maidens, Crista has been invited to join our glorious Amazon guard.

She thanks all.

She would love to make her body and soul available to all of you. She asks that you enjoy the pleasures and passion she has for all of you.”

Joe, along with a multitude of others, grabbed at his cell phone to put in his bid for a pleasure session with Crista.