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A Meat Girl's Story
Joe returned from the final resort spectacular in a somber mood. The highs and lows of the dramatic events had drained him. His concern about Lena and what her real motives had been, gnawing at him, throughout the day. Was she trying to influence him to make a favourable report? Did she have any feelings for him? Did he love her?
Lena Tells Joe the Truth
Joe tried to call Lena all evening. After returning to his room his only concern was Lena. But, she wasn't answering or wasn't home. Wearily, he went to bed around midnight resigned to never seeing Lena again.
Sunday dawned brightly and Joe looked over the pillows, expecting to see Lena. He had grown used to waking up and seeing her beautiful features smiling back at him. It had only been two days, but to Joe, it was already normal for Lena to be there. He missed seeing her, thinking for a while, that she was in the bathroom and then it hit him his blonde guardian angel was gone. Joe dressed, packed and went down to check out.
In the lobby Lena greeted him, wishing him a good morning and asking if he had a good night. Joe beamed back. She was wearing casual attire; cut off jeans and an oversize T-shirt.
Lena asked what time he was leaving. She asked if she could take him to the airport, and make a stop on the way. She wanted to show him, what was really going on with New World Traders and why they had been so evasive during the week. Of course Joe was only concerned with the prospect of spending time with his honey.
The bags were thrown into the trunk and the couple set off. An hour later, the yellow car pulled into a dilapidated farm. There was the old farmhouse and three Quonset style huts
All were sadly in need of repair. Lena opened a door to a mess. Garbage and litter was strewn everywhere. There were piles of writhing bodies like those on the floor of the New World hut and there were a lot more dirty naked girls, masturbating or licking each other. And some of the girls were tiny, less than five years old.
A guard strode to them and Lena greeted him, putting him at ease, saying that she was showing the gringo the girls. He was a buyer.
The guard left as Lena said, “This is one of three buildings, here. They are all like this, squalid and filthy. This is where the girls are kept. See them fucking, they feed them chemicals to make them super horny and train them on how to fuck. They condition the girls to think the only thing of importance is fucking. They brainwash them, so that, that's all they do.”
Lena painted a picture of sordid sex and inhuman sexploitation of girls as young as five years old. She told of kidnapping, rape and murder of foreign women. She told him that New World bribed and blackmailed officials to keep in business.
Joe was sympathetic but the farmer and businessman in him spoke, when he told her that the girls were meat girls and only subhuman animals and that the living conditions of the New World compounds, while not the best, were adequate for a third world location.
The legal problems were a concern of the government, not of him.
He did say that the use of drugs was of concern but if the drugs were stopped a couple of months before the meat girls were shipped north and the bodies allowed to clean themselves of all the residues, that it was acceptable farming practice. Joe questioned her more intensely, when she said that all manner of drugs were used, until just prior to shipping and masking agents were used intensively. And that worst of all, designer “Venus “ drugs were used. Joe knew that “Venus” drugs, were rumored to be used, as an aphrodisiac, with a side effect of producing a great increase of estrogen that enhanced female sex traits and body parts. That explained the body shape of the New World meat girls and the behavior of some of them, like little black-haired meat girl. Use of “Venus” drugs was illegal and subject to the penalty of conversion to meat girl status, for women using them. This would mean that the New World meat girls could not be brought into the country legally.
Then Joe asked what Lena's connection to New World really was and whether she was really an exec; or a play-for-pay girl sent to influence him. She saddened saying that she did work for New World in a minor capacity and that they had recruited her to seduce him.
Joe was crest fallen.
She said she was attracted to him from day one and her feelings deepened through out the week, and that was why she had decided to fess up. She didn't want him to get into trouble, for submitting a report that she felt was so filled with lies. She confided that she thought she was in love with him.
When Joe insisted on knowing what she really did, she finally sobbed, “I taught the girls how to fuck!” and then burst into tears.
Joe hugged her.
When Lena had calmed down, Joe asked her, if she would be in trouble she replied, “Those men are not nice. They're criminals but maybe they won't know. And, I decided yesterday, that if I saved even one of the little ones, it would be worth it.”
Joe looked into his lover's big sad blue eyes, into her soul. There was no way he would allow his lover to be in peril. He asked why she worked for the men and then, offered to take her back with him.
Lena perked up and said. “I have no money. I don't have any skills. What else can I do but sell myself as a prostitute? At least it's a job. What would I do, if I went with you?”
Joe said he would take care of her and try to get her a job but it would be hard because she wasn't a citizen.
Her big blue eyes brightened as she told him that, she originally from the states and that she had been born and raised there, and that she had been lured to the island by dreams of fame and fortune.
That settled it and Joe took Lena home.
Lena Meets Linda
Lena stayed with Joe for a while and the first few weeks were wonderful but Lena grew restless and wanted something to do. Joe was increasingly preoccupied with concerns at work and was torn between Lena and Linda.
While chatting at work, Linda complained to Joe that she needed to find a woman for the Dungeon and she was finding it difficult because most of the possible candidates were too scared to take the job, because of the government harassment, lately. There was a looming threat that the government was going to make it illegal for women to make money, engaging in BDSM activities and that if legislation was passed it would be a crime, subject to meat girl conversion. Linda wasn't concerned, knowing that many of her clients were directly connected to big government and would never let anything stand in the way of their pleasures.
Joe knew that no real sex was involved in the warden position, contrary to public opinion.
Linda never engaged in sex unless it was on her terms with someone she wanted, and even then, it was a very rare occurrence. She would always, guiltily, tell Joe after or ask him before, if it was OK, even though they were not married.
Joe passed the idea past Lena and convinced her it was a honourable job.
He told Linda that he knew someone that might be interested and asked Linda to talk to his friend's friend.
Linda agreed and the two met.
To make a long story short, Lena joined the Dungeon Wardens.
Shortly after, Lena got her own place, saying that she needed her own space to get her priorities in order and that in any case, Joe was better off without her. Because of her sordid past, she wasn't good enough for him. The theme of her not being good enough was a constant, no matter what Joe said. Moreover, Joe knew that Lena didn't make friends with anyone else but her dungeon colleagues and never dated, so he resolved to stick by Lena no matter what.
Lena agreed to be Joe's mistress and the two met, at least every, Wednesday night to indulge their fantasies. The sessions started off innocently enough with a loving mom–pop fuck, but when a party room came available for their use, the real fun started. In about six months they regularly used a free party room, as their fantasies got wilder and more fantastic. Lena often wondered how it had gotten so wild but she always thought the sex was so good; Joe loved it so much; no one was ever really hurt; and it gave the chosen meat girls a respite from their cruel fates.
Linda knew that Joe and Lena were an item but after initial angst, she realized that the events would allow her to freely peruse her dreams while leaving Joe happy. Linda also realized that Lena tingled her pussy and that she would like nothing better than to fuck Lena.
On her birthday Linda got her wish.
Linda was instructed to meet Joe at the party room wearing her favorite sexy lingerie under her clothes.
Lena had spent the afternoon styling Linda's hair and doing Linda's make up. And when Lena was finished Linda looked like a sex goddess and she knew it. Lena left without preening herself.
Joe took Linda to a birthday diner and then returned to the playroom telling her had prepared an intimate evening of pleasure for her.
Joe helped Linda undress to her lingerie. Linda was dressed only in her black lace bra, two sizes two small so that her breasts seemed to be breaking loose, her tiniest back panties that really covered nothing, and her black high heels. He undressed, donning a wine robe.
The couple entered to see Lena in her briefest black lingerie sprawled spread-eagle across the bed with leg legs spread wide apart, masturbating under her panties, moaning quietly. Joe cleared his throat and said that her had a present for her, a new sex slave.
And led Linda across to Lena with a leash attached to a neck restraint collar. Lena kissed Linda passionately and then demurely asked, “Can I exam my new toy?”
“She is your sex slave. Do with her as you wish?”
Lena removed Linda's bra, “Umm. Her breasts are so big. They're so soft and have such a nice shape. Too bad mine aren't as nice,
And her nipples are so puffy. See how they swell as I rub them and they taste so good in my mouth. I can't resist sucking them. Come on Joe, taste them. Suck them. May be if we suck them hard enough we can get some milk.”
Lena moved down Linda's body licking everywhere. Probing and licking, cleaning the belly button. “Joe keep on sucking Linda's nipples, I like them engorged”
“See, she has woman's pussy. So experienced. I'm sure its seen lots of action. Her slit is so cute I can't resist sticking a finger in her pussy but let's warm it up, it would ashamed to mar such a masterpiece.” Lena started to lick and tongue the whole pussy with wet soft caresses of her tongue, moaning quietly. Linda was soon moaning too. Joe's mouth found hers; Joe added Linda's mouth to his targets of interest. In the mean time, Lena continued using every skill and technique in her formidable bag of tricks on Linda's clit, labia, ass hole, G-spot, etc that she could until she had Linda writhing in ecstasy. Her movements were long, soft and sensuous. Then Lena allowed Linda to fuck her, “Slave show me what you can do.” Lena directed Linda's with begging. “Oh that feels so good. Please lick my clit. Please deeper. Harder. Joe was right you are the best cunt licker around”, ever stroking Linda's ego with compliments. And Linda responded in kind with soft, slow intense lovemaking.
Joe remained an outsider; this phase was for the two loves of his life to enjoy each other, as much as he had enjoyed their lovemaking
Linda and Lena brought themselves to the brink of orgasm when Lena gently pulled away and said, “Slave the night is young and we have much to do. Linda looked to Joe, expecting him to take over and fuck her and Lena. But Lena handed her a golden goblet of a syrupy sweet liquid saying, “Please drink this, slave; it will inflame your desires and passions so that we may raise each other to ecstasy. It is my own elixir of love.”
Linda felt a warm slightly alcoholic burn down her throat to her stomach.
Lena began kissing her again and the pushed a buzzer and an Amazon entered carrying a beautiful blonde nymph into the room. The girl posed herself spread eagle in the arms of the Amazon. The Amazon said, “I was told to decorate your room” and took the silent nymph to a small altar and laid the beautiful little girl across the slightly sloped platform.
And departed saying, “Please let me know when you are ready for the virgin princess.”
Lena took Linda in hand and walked her to the little nymphet, who was scantily clad in white lace with flowers in her hair. The bare legs were spread showing gold love eggs buzzing in the little cutie's twin orifices, and she moaned quietly to the buzz of the vibrators. Lena led Linda through an examination of the little nymph always complimenting the little girl and extolling the virtue of each part, saving the best complements for girl's most overtly sexual parts. Linda joined in and they called over Joe to show him the wonders they had discovered. When they probed, it was gently in a loving manner.
Lena led Linda through a leisurely sexual exploration of the little girl who seemed to get more beautiful as the love potion, they had taken, took effect. The little nymph came to a satisfying climax and cooed and seemed to doze off, yawning to stretch her body into a pleasing pose on the altar. Lena kissed Linda and led her back to the bed. Lena asked if Linda was ready to help Joe lift the virgin princess into womanhood, and then she buzzed for the Amazon to bring in the virgin.
The virgin was tiny, about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a white mini gown that left a breast bare. The breast was medium size for her body but well shaped, a short flattened cone that ended in a pink puffy nipple.
She had on shear silk panties through which her pubic slip showed and a sparsely haired cunt.
She had a ring of flowers on her long soft curvaceous blonde hair.
Her face was a vision of innocence and purity that shone of youth and vitality.
The Amazon, who was carrying virgin cradled in her arms, placed the virgin in the middle of the bed with her blonde tresses framing the beautiful visage.
Lena beckoned Linda to help her examine the virgin and prepare her for her initiation.
The examination was much the same as the one on the nymph but longer, more detailed and more complimentary and, most importantly, involving overt sexual examination. The two beautiful women kissed the virgin everywhere, seeming to try to outdo each other, nipples were sucked raw, and when the virgin cried, she was told, “A little pain is always involved but you're not hurt and didn't it feel wonderful while we were dong it” or “just relax. This will soon make your orgasm more pleasurable.” Always complimenting the sweet thing and letting her know to expect a little pain.
The two women giggled and said that they wanted to show the virgin their favorite clitoral masturbation techniques and then did so, taking the little virgin to brink of orgasm.
They rubbed the entrance to the vagina and collected some liquid on their fingers and offered it to her virgin saying, “This is your female elixir, your womanly essence, that men crave and drives then wild, taste it and see if it drives you wild. Doesn't taste good. It will taste better and better every time you taste it. It will turn your pain into unspeakable pleasure.”
“Time to become a woman.” Joe was called over and Lena and Linda blew him to an erection. Then Lena told the virgin to touch herself and smear her vaginal fluid on Joe's cock. He gently kissed the virgin and thanked for her gift of her maidenhead. Joe started rubbing his cock around the vagina making sure to stimulate the clitoris and labia gradually building the intensity until the virgin was moaning in pleasure. Then he turned up the intensity making a conscious effort to cause pain. When the little virgin started to cry that he was hurting her, he jammed the penis into forcefully, eliciting a scream of pain. Lena had moved to restrain the little virgin by her shoulders. He thrust violently and deeply until he came to orgasm. Lena, in the mean time, had whipped self into a frenzied passion and wrapped her hands around the throat of the virgin and was strangling the cutie. The virgin was thrashing and bucking. As Joe climaxed, she let out a cry of ecstasy that was echoed by Lena and even the ”decoration”. Then Lena, released her hands, allowing the virgin to slump back to the bed, unmoving and silent. Joe kissed Lena in front of a shocked Linda. Linda had never seen Joe so violent and she was sure Lena had choked the girl to death.
Lena whispered to Linda. “All is not what it seems. Stay with us. Trust us.”
Joe took the virgin's body to the other altar in the room and displayed her in the same manner as the decoration. And then, Joe moved aside and stood by, to watch Lena work her magic on Linda. Lena began making lesbian love to Linda with all her consummate skills: licking, stroking, massaging, sucking, rubbing Linda's mouth, breasts. Lena lingered and paid special attention to all of Linda's most sensitive parts. Linda had long forgotten about the virgin. The lovemaking was gentle but intense with Lena playing Linda's charms like virtuoso. At one point Lena clutched Linda's head to her bosom and had Linda partake of her breast milk, till Linda was sated. In progression Lena brought Linda to convulsing clitoral, anal and G-spot orgasm.
The two women lay for a while, spent. Lena offered her elixir of love again and Linda gulped it down, while Joe and Lena sipped silently. When Linda tried to speak, the other two hushed her and when she glanced at the unmoving virgin, Joe mouthed, “She's OK”.
When the drinks were finished Lena whispered to Linda. “No matter what happens, stay with us. Remember things are not as they seem.” And she made Linda promise to do so,
Joe grabbed Lena and threw her to the bed. He motioned for Linda to blow him, as he kissed Lena softly and then attacked Lena's breasts; first with a gentle loving caress of his tongue building to a frenzied attack on the nipples, draining them of the breast milk Lena had left.
He mounted Lena with his now stiff cock and rode her bucking body. Both Lena and Joe fucked wildly, for all they were worth and rode each other in pursuit of their climaxes. As Joe felt himself coming, he choked Lena, to a dead silence and reached his orgasm. Linda screamed and made for the door. It was locked. Joe frantically put his head to Lena's bosom, listened over her heart and breathed a sigh of relief.
He slowly approached Linda whispering, “Trust us, its OK. Lena's OK” and gently ushered the bewildered Linda to Lena, who was unconscious and unmoving. Linda looked down, knowing that Lena was OK. Joe asked if she was still horny and should he fuck her some more and Linda rode his cock to another orgasm. The spent lovers fell asleep in a lump.
The next morning the three lovers were discussing the evening triad.
“Wasn't the most intense, erotic experience of your life?” Joe asked.
“Ya. When I wasn't peeing my panties”, laughed Linda
“You weren't wearing panties,” giggled Lena.
Lena admitted that, “I really dig asphyxia when coming to an orgasm. Aside from some bruises on her neck, I'm fine. The “virgin” is too. I told her what to do, earlier.
It was all done to get you off, Linda. Joe and I sometimes play the game, whenever we can get the room.”
“Did you think I was dead?”
“For awhile, until Joe told me you were OK. And that got me really horny”, Linda admitted. “I also remembered that we let our customers choke the Barbees all the time.”
The banter continued with Lena giggling at one point, “My neck may have some bruises but you know what's really sore. My Tits. What with you guys? You drained them.”
As breakfast finished, the three left, to meet their afternoon commitments, now bonded as a bisexual threesome.
Enslaved
The three spend a great deal of time together; usually two at a time and the little fantasy game usually included three people. Joe and Lena were always attended and when Linda couldn't come, they often had one of the other wardens attend. The other Wicked Wardens had heard the stories and often found an excuse to worm their way in. Even knowing it was a game, the fantasy induced convulsive orgasms. Joe didn't mind. He first wanted to please Lena and Lena was happy to gain so many new good friends that she could trust.
One evening Lena, Linda and Joe were enjoying a leisurely diner, getting a bit tipsy. They caught the end of the news, as they turned on the TV to watch their favorite reality show. Suddenly Lena went ashen and trembled. Linda asked what was wrong and Lena began to sob. After Joe and Linda calmed her down, she apologized. Explaining that the news clip had shown the man who was responsible for enslaving her and making her a meat girl.
She explained that she was a wild teen, looking to get famous and rich, fast. And started. “You guys might not want to my friends, after you hear this; but the time has come to tell someone what happened to me. You're my best friends and my only friends, in a long time.
I was a wild child in my teens I got thrown out of school. I wanted to be rich and famous, fast. I knew, I was cute and I figured, if I played things right, I could use my looks to get me the wealth and fame I craved.
I saw an ad in the papers for models and I jumped at the ad. It turned out to be an ad for porno movies. I kinda expected that it would be and that was OK. It was the movies and everyone watches them, whether they admit it or not.
Anyway, I went to the interview and was asked to strip and let the guys take some test photos. When they finished, they told me I was a beauty and if I would make adult movies, I could make a fortune. That's what I wanted to hear.
I jumped at the chance and they brought a guy in to fuck me while they took some test shots. They had me fill out an employment application and went over it with me. If every thing was OK and the test shots were good they could probably use me.
I didn't think anything was wrong but, looking back, they asked a lot of questions about my family. I'm an orphan. My parents were killed by drunk driver, when I was thirteen.
And my only uncle raped me when I moved in with him. He got sent up the river and I got sent to a group home. Anyways, when they heard I didn't have any real family, they got real interested in me. They had me to come back, later that week, to make a real video.
I was to be fucked by some guy. Every one was really polite to me, so I figured it was OK The guy even offered to put on a condom so my boyfriend wouldn't get mad if he found my vagina wet, when fucked me later. When I told then that I didn't have a boyfriend, they got more interested. They offered to pay me $1,000 for a vid. I jumped at the chance and went to work. At one point they even offered an extra $600 for a dp, you know double penetration.
I made two more vids, and they said I was natural actress and I could make a fortune making feature length porn movies. They asked if I ever heard of Private and when I said no, they gave me some dvds and told me to watch them. Private was shooting a vid in the Indies and I was talented enough to audition for it. I watched the vids and was amazed how professional they were. Almost like legit vids. The girls were gorgeous and seemed to having fun.
The next day I told the guys that I wanted to go for it. They said that I had better clean up things at home so that I could leave fast. They would send my demos and if the producer, of the movie, liked the demos, then I would be hired. They would get a finder's fee and it would be a big pay cheque, for them.
Two days later, I was called back and congratulated. They said the guy wanted me down to the shoot, immediately and that I was getting $10,000 for the shoot. I thought my ship had come in. They said they had checked and a seat was available, tomorrow and they could probably get the producer to wire money for that fight, if I could leave tomorrow. They said that they would take care of my apartment and the other hassles if I gave them my power of attorney; they called it, by signing a bunch of papers.
My roommate asked if I was crazy leaving so soon. I thought she was jealous, so I ignored her.
I went. I was met at the airport by a man who took me to a mansion. And everything seemed great but at dinner, I passed out. When I came to, I was tied up, lying on a cot in the basement, naked. That night, I was raped by the bastards for the first time. Two big smelly guys came down and snickered that they were my leading men and that they were here to help me rehearse for the shoot, the next day. They untied me and manhandled to my knees and told me to blow them and that they would beat me if I resisted or bit them. I did it and then they put me on my back and both raped me in my pussy, then they fucked my ass. They didn't even use lube so it hurt like hell.
After that, they left me. The next morning, a guy in army get-up took me to a camp and told that I was his slave and that he would train me. Then he raped me. He tied me to a wall and left me. I remember at one point asking for water and spitting it at his face. He got pissed and put me on hood of his jeep and drove the jeep over rough ground, really beating me up. Then the guy whipped me. He whipped me every day. And he raped every day. He put my in a cage for days. Drugged me. I can't remember what else.
Anyway, after who knows how long I was taken to the mansion where I was presented to the man on the news. I was nude and he examined me closely, especially my boobs and cunt. I remember him saying I would bring a high price. After that, I was taken to the basement.
There, I saw my old roommate lying on a cot. I guess I told the vid guys that I lived with another orphan, and we had both lived in the same group home for a while. When we came of age, we got a place together.
Anyways, when I was finally able to talk to Tess, my roomie, she said the only thing she could remember was a moving company coming to clear out my stuff. When she objected, they ignored her saying they had my authorization. She got pissed and went to the vid office. The guys pulled a gun on her, made her sign papers, asked where she worked and then knocked her out. When she came to, she was in the basement of the mansion.
We decided that the mansion guys were white slavers and that we had better play along.
We couldn't figure out why she hadn't been sent to the country like me.
And, she said she had only been raped once.
Anyway about a month later, we joined about fifteen other girls and were taken somewhere in an old bus.
We were all nude and had our hands tied.
Then we were put in a pen and told that we were slaves and we were to be sold. We would be washed and cleaned up so we would look good for the sale and if any one resisted, she would be punished. Tess yelled at them to fuck off and let us go.
A man came over and grabbed her chin and said she had better shut up or she would be dead meat. Later, when we were showering a guy grabbed Tess's tits while he was toweling her off. I think the bastard was copping a feel. The bastards did that all the time.
Tess freaked and began punching the guy; not that she did any damage. A couple guards jumped Tess and dragged her away. After the shower we were led into the yard and saw Tess dangling from a tree by her hands. The leader of the guys, you know the guy on TV, announced that Tess would be whipped and that we would eat her for dinner.
Tess was lashed, I think about ten times, if I remember right, and then this guy came out and slit her belly open. In my nightmares, I sometimes hear her screams. And then the guts were pulled out. I almost fainted but some guy slapped my face, to get me to come to. I saw at least four other girls being slapped back too.
Then they bastards got a long pole and put it up Tess's anus, laughing all the time, saying, “The little puta might not be beautiful but she was young and her meat would be tender.
Tess was still alive; she was sobbing. From what I know now, I guess they left the heart and lungs in. Anyway they pushed pole through and I saw it come out the mouth and then they carried Tess off.
I felt so bad. It was my fault. She wouldn't have been there if it hadn't been for me”. Lena sobbed uncontrollably as Joe and Linda consoled her. Lena regrouped and began again, even as Joe and Linda said, she needn't go on. “I want to tell you everything I remember. It's been so long but it seems like yesterday. I have to get it off my chest. Sorry for all the gore but I haven't able really speak about this before and I think you guys are the only ones that can understand.
That evening they brought us this charred meat and said to enjoy Tess and that she had cooked up nice and tender. I would have thrown up if my stomach wasn't empty. I had had girl meat one or twice when my parents were alive but that was so long ago and I was too young to know, how they got it.”
“And it wasn't from someone you knew and loved”, piped in Linda.
”Yea”, continued Linda “None of us ate the meat. But bastards threw it at our feet saying we would appreciate it when we got hungry enough. I guess he was right, six girls did eat some.
About a week later, our Master told us, “There will be a slave auction this weekend and you will have to be prepared it. Twenty buyers are arriving today for a grand meal of roast dolcette tomorrow evening and some carnal pleasures afterwards. Any girl that doesn't fully cooperate is likely to be the main entrée, like Tess. You are invited to attend the party after dinner. In fact, it will be your party, where you can meet your new masters and they can get to know you. In all ways, according to their wishes. Remember that you are now meat girls. If your master chooses to use you for other things, it is his or her prerogative.
Your lives depend on the next two days.”
Lena continued, “We were taken to the showers and cleaned up. This time they made us have enemas and douches. The guys doing them must have told to make sure we were really cleaning, because mine really hurt and from the screaming and moaning, the other girls were being treated the same way. Or maybe, it was just the bastards; they were always using every chance they got to abuse us, especially sexually. You would think that they would get used to pussy, but they never did. And, they were brutal. No sex was good sex, unless the girl left crying. Anyways they didn't hurt or abuse us, as much as usual, that day.
Next we had all our body hair removed. They used Naire or something like it. Of course, the bastards paid special attention to our pussies. One of them fingered me hard.
Some women came in, dressed us girls, and did our hair and applied makeup. The permanent kind. You know the kind that never wears off, at least for a long time. I never used it on my girls, I always heard it damaged the skin and could cause cancer. Whenever I told the guys at New World they would laugh and say not to worry, the girls wouldn't last long, anyways. I never used it though; I found herbal stuff that seemed to last almost as long and the shamans told me was actually good for the skin. But I'm sure the other makeup women didn't use them. They were too lazy to find alternatives and they didn't care, anyways.
I think that that and those horrible masks they used to shape the features of the young ones, was what made the girls so pretty. I saw lots that came in looking average, or worse and when they were shipped out, they were beauties.
Anyways, Lets see. Where was I?
Oh yea. We were completely shaved, so to speak. Then we expected that they would have their usual fun with us but they said we had to look good for the sale and left us alone.
In mid afternoon the Count, as our master liked to be called, came in with some dresses and told us that since the dinner was formal, we should dressed in gowns. The gowns were white mini-dresses or robes that barely covered our bare asses; left our breasts totally exposed and the shoes were the black leather spiked high heels. They put collars and leashes around our necks and we were led off.
We were taken to the dining room and introduced to about twelve or thirteen men and three women, the buyers.
Amazons led us around the room, as the Count showed us to the buyers. The buyers looked us over, occasionally checking our female plumbing and boobs but nothing too bad. About the worst, was when they rubbed our cunts or tits, to engorge them.
And then dinner was announced.
A very cute girl maybe eighteen or nineteen was dragged, kicking and yelling, into the room and the count told everyone that she was the main course, to polite applause. Two Amazons tied her spread-eagled to a bench and the Count announced that the slaves would thank the meat for her sacrifice to our culinary feast. We were led to the girl by Amazons and told to fuck the dolcette. Those who resisted were pinched hard, to encourage them. In the end all of us did something to the poor thing. The Count announced that a chef would spit the pretty sow, for pit roasting. A man dressed in kitchen whites, came over in and wiped her girl completely, including the genitals, with a white towel while two Amazons held her. Then Amazons pushed her head down, so that the chef could spit her. The chef put the pole into the cutie's cunt, worked the pole around for a while then pushed it in. His assistant tried to towel up the blood that squirted around. Finally the point came out. In the neck or shoulder near the neck. The little girl was screaming wildly through it all. The Amazons carried the body out on the spit. The chef and assistant cleaned up. All us girls were mortified.
Two sets of waiters led in some young kids, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old. And the count said he was providing some virgins candleholders to create a romantic setting. The girls were tied to frames so that their asses were pointed straight up toward the ceiling and bastards stuck these thick long candles into the anuses of the two sweeties. Of course, they screamed.
The girls were secured so that the candle stood straight and tall. Then the waiters did something with some mirrors so that we could see their faces behind the candle and then lit the candles. The candles started dripping immediately and we could tell that the wax was burning the girls.
The meal started as the count motioned for everyone to be seated. Us slaves were placed all around the table so we could be seen throughout the diner.
I remember, the headwaiter announced the menu items as they were served.
The soup course was “Soup de Femme: a consume based soup of girl meat sex organs and glands served in a clear broth of girl meat broth, garnished with silvers of flesh from the maidenhead remnants of taken from recently deflowered “virgins.” The bowls were made of the heads of meat girls, with the brains removed and bowls inserted into the empty cavities. A diner would lift the top of the skull off, by the hair, to expose the bowl.
The salad was “Caesar Salad: crisp greens and lettuce with smoked girl meat bits and croutons in a lemon vinaigrette.”
Appetizers were “A selection of fine, carefully prepared tit-bits of girl meat lady fingers, imported marinated teen girl tits, and mini girl meat sausage rolls.
To clean the pallet between courses “A selection of cheese and ices made of the finest women's breast milk.
Main entrée “ Spit roasted virgin girl meat served with seasonal vegetables”
After dinner, everyone was led to the posh living room where the buyers we invited to view the merchandise to their hearts content but not to sully it. The Count told them, “Enjoy the slaves with but two rules. Keep the slaves sex jewels pure and untouched to allow the new owners the pleasure of unlocking their treasures.
And as the saying goes, “You break it, you buy it.”
If any, require the attention of a pet, let us know and one will be provided for your use. Now the drink will flow so that you can enjoy yourselves.”
We had been instructed to shake our asses and tits, strip, dance, what ever we thought would make the buyers want us.
In the end, the party was OK. We got some booze. We didn't have to get laid and no one hurt us……. Well except for one girl. This old asshole yelled he wanted to eat some pussy and grabbed a girl and went down on her pussy literally eating it. He left it a bloody mess and the girl had to taken to the infirmary.
And the auction wasn't so bad. We were allowed a leisurely shower and not touched during it. The clothed women did our hair again and touched up our makeup a bit. We had a light meal of good fruit and fresh vegetables. We were dressed in the same dresses, well freshly washed ones, as the day before.
In the living room we were auctioned off in the usual manner. I was sold for the second highest price.
The cunt eating asshole was told he had bought the girl, he sent to the infirmary. I felt sorry for her. She could barely walk and she had to go with that asshole; and he was pissed, protesting that he didn't want her and that he didn't hurt the cunt.
I was taken by my buyer to the man's large house, a brothel, with three other girls. He was the big buyer. We were all taken to a dormitory on the third floor and I spent the night on a small cot.
The next morning was paradise. I got to sleep in. Then I got to have a hot bath, a bubble bath and they let me lay in the tub forever.
After the bath the four of us new girls were led to our Master, dressed in short white slips.
The Master, with two Amazons behind him, told us to undress. He examined us in detail. Not hurting us but checking every thing, He even told us to massage our breasts and pinch our nipples till they were engorged. He told us to rub our pussies and examined them, even penetrating our vaginas with his fingertip. He even examined our mouths and teeth. But he didn't do it in a demeaning way and he never hurt us.
He told us to remember that we were meat girls and could become meat at any time, for any reason. He said he was a businessman operating a brothel. He wanted assets that could make him money. He had bought us because he thought we could make him a profit.
If, we cooperated we could expect mornings, like that morning, with baths and other gifts.
We would get decent food and be safe from the elements.
The more money we made for him, the happier he would be; and better off, we would be.
And then he warned, “My customers are demanding. They like sex, all kinds of sex, usually hard and kinky. Sometimes, they hurt girls. You still have to please them. Here the customer is god.”
Anyway, in short, he would give us chance and if we fucked up, we were toast, err meat.
We were thrown right into action that afternoon. A tall blonde woman in her early thirties, introduced herself as the slave mistress. She was our boss. She was taking absolutely no sass. She showed us the rooms and asked if there was any reason why we couldn't start that night, when the house opened. She said, if we were inexperience, to just lay back and let the men and occasional women use us and to learn the skills we needed, how ever we could and as fast as we could.
The sessions were usually thirty minutes, someone would knock on the door five minutes before the time was up and the customers knew that they had to finish quickly if there was a knock on the door. We should try to get the guy off quickly but it was not our place to get the guy to leave, hassle him or stop performing.
An Amazon or someone would step in, if things went on to long. We should go to the lavatory, the slave bathroom and cleanup area, as fast as we could. There, a girl would help us get ready for another trick. We should not dally going back to the reception room.
We could not refuse any one or any thing.
The first day got laid about twenty times. Just mom and pop fucking with some anal. I think one guy punched me a bit and one bit my tit.
The second day I was told I would be put on the menu. I almost fainted, thinking I was going to be killed and eaten like Tess but the slave mistress told me that there was such demand for me, reserved time slots were being sold for my fuck sessions.
I would be put in one of the reserved rooms and that room would be set-aside for me to use as much as possible. I should come to the reception room to meet my customer. I should greet him or her and have the customer escort me to the room and show him a good time. After the client finished, I should let him escort me back to the reception area, and then I should get cleaned up and ready for the next customer. Clean up was important. I should make sure I was fresh for each customer. She told me that these were our best customers and if I wanted to stay, keeping these guys happy was my chief concern.
Well being the star lasted about two months. But the guys were OK. The only problems were two middle-aged women who got off torturing me with dildos.
The place was a dump, not like our Pleasure Centre
Anyway that went on for about a year and a half. Then I was told I had been sold to another brothel. I don't think I did anything wrong. The customers just got tired with me.
No girl lasted long. I think I outlasted most.
I was driven to a big house in a nearby neighborhood. I was the star, a whole two weeks, this time. And I lasted almost two years. The customers there were rougher. I got beat up a couple times. But, nothing really bad. They didn't have a bathtub for the slaves and the food sucked.
The third house was in the country, just outside town. The new master greeted me by brutalizing me, raping me, really, but you can't rape a slave or a meat girl. No star treatment for me there. The sex was like the dungeon, but only minor safeguards. Just enough to keep me alive and functional, so they didn't have to buy a new slave. I went downhill fast.
The rumor going around was that I was on my way to the slaughterhouse.
But got a reprieve. I was taken to reclamation centre for pretty slave girls. I was fed good food and my wounds treated and I was given time to recover. I wasn't abused there, and as I got better, I was taken to entertain at parties, three or four times. When I was a lot better, I was hired out as a maid, two or three times. I was told to be cooperative; do what I was told; and make no waves and most importantly act like a real girl not a meat girl or slave. If thing worked out, I could be hired out as a maid on a couple weekend jobs. That would allow them; to keep me there, longer, so I could recoup more and get prettier. They told me I would bring them more money and I might be sold to a more benevolent new master. And that if was able to earn some real money; they could use it to doll me up. I think one or two of the guys had a soft spot of me. They used to fuck me every so often, and near the end, one guy asked me to his bed. Once, a guy got carried away and hurt me a bit, and he even apologized.
Anyways, my last gig as a maid was a horror. I was taken to a mansion to help out in the kitchen. I thought, maybe some dish washing or restocking shelves. I'd done that at another place. They had sent over a uniform, you know, one of those short lacy sexy things. I didn't think anything of it and looked fab in it.
I was taken to the kitchen and the cook comes over and grabs me and throws me in to a small cell saying, “The meat girl's finally here. Why is she dressed in a maid's uniform?”
I really thought the guys had sold me out. That they had been just been shining me on.
The cook, roughly, took off the little maid outfit. And, then he checked around to make sure no one was there, he grabbed my boobs hard and massaged them. Then he grabbed my cunt and went to town on it, while trying to gag me with his free hand.
Then a cute girl with honey brown hair came and caught him pawing me. She tore into him, asking what he was doing. I gathered that she had something going with him and was pissed. The cook explained the meat girl for the special dinner had just arrived and that she was wearing a uniform. He was so pissed off that the meat girl was dressed in that way so he was tearing the clothes off.
He told his little tart that the meat girl was dirty and had to be cleaned and eventually convinced the maid to help him clean the meat girl.
The two of them dragged me to a nearby bathroom”, Lena continued. “Where they both washed me and the cook got the maid out her clothes, when the water started splashing around. The cook told his sweetie to get equipment, to do the douche and enema, and I could see her jaw drop. He explained, “The meat girl has to be spitted and cooked alive so we have make sure she is totally clean. Your master's guests would be justly outraged if they were to find something bad in those two areas and our master would be disgraced.
You wouldn't want that. And we must pleasure her, you know fuck her. No, it's part of the process. Ask any good cook. The pleasuring releases chemicals into the body that tenderize the flesh and add a wonderful flavor.”
When the curious girl asked for more details the cook was quick to respond, “After we finish with her I will take her to the head chef who will spit her in the shed outside. We have a portable live spitting machine that we rented, there. The chef will stick the pole into the puta's ass hole and push it in. Oh, I forgot first he must slit the belly wide open and gut her. But he must leave the heart and lungs in so that she stays alive. Then he must rub salt and herbs inside the empty body cavity, to seal any bleeders and season her flesh. Well, of course she will feel it. But the master wants a live roaster for the BBQ. Then the spit can be pushed through. There is a camera in the tip of the pole so that chef can guide the tip of the pole past the heart and lungs without damaging them. And the pole will pop out the mouth and the meat girl will be meat. Chef can stuff the body and the meat is ready for the rotisserie.”
“I was terrified. I had watched Tess being spitted and when you're the meat they're talking about, it's very personal”, Lena continued dropping out of the cook's words into her own.
“The little fart and his little princess washed me all over, in the shower and debated over who was going to do the enema and douche. The little princess was adamant. There was no way he was going to penetrate those orifices, even if it was only water. She did the enema and douche. She obviously didn't like me. She did them with ice water. And, then rubbed my pussy till it stung, even pinching my clit till she saw my tears. If I weren't gagged the whole house would have heard me screaming. I think the little cunt resented that fact that I was prettier than her, a lot prettier.
Then the cook said he would have to pleasure me and when, he explained what he meant by pleasuring, the girl went ballistic. But the cook insisted, saying it was part of the job and he had to do. They eventually agreed that he would use a dildo. The girl found this big old red one and the fart went to work. He drove it in deep and hard alternating fast and slow, turning himself on. He told the maid to lick my breasts and tits and see if any milk came out. She did for a while. Biting my tit really hard to get me to scream and punish me. But she was getting hot too. So she went to her boyfriend and started jerking him and sucking him off, while the little fart pounded my cunt. I think he wanted to fuck me with his cock but I'm sure he thought if he tried, his girlfriend would cut it off.
I hate to admit it, but I came.
Prince charming asked if I was lactating and when the girl said no, he convinced her to get a syringe and some milk, saying he had to inject milk into my boobs to make them nice and juicy. That was something the girl could agree to and they took turns injecting milk into my boobs. I fainted, so, I guess they dragged me back to the cage and left me there while they cleaned up the bathroom and dressed
I came to, as a deliveryman arrived with the meat girl. The cook was puzzled and called the head chef, who freaked when he saw me. He yelled to get me out of the cage and threw a towel over my nude body. When he found out what I was doing there, he fired the young cook, on the spot and called the rehab centre guys to take me home. When guys came, the master of the house apologized and said that they should take me home. He said he would give me my pay for the whole weekend and even pay medical bills, if I was hurt in any way. He paid to get my boobs fixed and he gave me a bonus, which he told the guys, was for me to spend, as I wished. Man, the guy was so freaked he gave the meat girl to the guys, for them to rehab too.
The guys took me to a clinic, to get my boobs fixed. Something happened to them or maybe the guys told the meds to do it but after that, my breasts were turned on and I was a milk girl. After, the pain in my boobs was gone and the bandages removed, the guys kept their word; they let me spend my money to get a full beauty treatment that boosted my self-esteem and made me feel like a real woman.
A short time later I was told that was going to auction. The guys told me that the brothel owners, in town, had set them up to rehab their girls; to see if the girls could bring them one more big pay day. Worn out girls were rested, given time to heal and recuperate and spruced up, for resale one last time. They said my owner had laid down the law and demanded that I go to auction. They said the auction was also run by the brothel owners.
I was to taken to the mansion of my first owner. I would have to entertain perspective buyers, the day before the sale and then be sold. They said there was nothing they could to. They hoped a benevolent buyer would acquire me but cautioned that there were many buyers looking for cheap wild range meat girls. I made love to the guys, I liked, and who liked me and that's the last I saw of them. They had been decent to me and I thank them, to this day.
Sure enough, I was taken to the mansion and I saw the Count. But he was the only one I recognized. The viewing took place as the guys said it would. There were about twenty girls up for sale. I was prodded and groped a lot and one gal even took me to a cubicle and made me give her cunnilingus.
The sale was fast for me. I was sold near the beginning because I was one of the oldest and my buyer chose to take me away immediately. I kindda hoped that he was so taken with me that he couldn't wait to fuck me.
He took me to big old house; in the rich part of the city and presented me to a middle aged man about fifty.
My luck a changed. The man became my benefactor, my support, my friend, my lover, my world.
The man wanted me to work as a maid, helper, Jill of all trades at his in country cottage, while he was in the city. He told me he had seen me at a friend's home.
He said he sometimes used the rehab centre girls for help, at home on busy weekends, and to give a moment of grace to the rehab centre girls while getting his jobs done. He asked if there was anyone coming up for sale that they could recommend for him to acquire, that he could trust and not have to watch overall the time, that could replace old Rosa at his cottage, doing light chores and keeping things neat. Rosa was going to be officially freed and given some money to enjoy her last days, the way she wanted.
They recommended me and arranged for a buyer to attend the sale and buy me on his behalf.
As time went on, I willingly took on more and more responsibility. Manuel was always grateful and rewarded my efforts, more than he should of. After a while he started making love with me. Her was a gentle caring lover. He asked me to be his mistress of his rural domain and although I didn't know what that meant, I agreed, secretly hoping that not much would change. I liked the tranquility of the setting and the especially the security. The wild child of my youth was gone, exorcized by too many rapes, too many beatings, too much fear that my ultimate destiny lay in being a meat girl, fresh live flesh for someone's belly. In a way, its better here, that slavery is still outlawed here, not like the islands, because the girls are dumbed down and the end is quicker. For a slave, that's a meat girl, the uncertainty is a constant torment and knowing how brutal that ending might be, is hard to live with.”
“Anyhow”, Lena continued to her somber friends. “What being Manuel's mistress meant was another blessing. He enrolled me in a school, charm school I guess, although a great deal of the curriculum was devoted to the erotic arts. He told me, he wanted me to be educated so that he could show me to his world and be proud. I was allowed unlimited use of the spas and beauty shops around the town and he lavished me with fine clothes.
I couldn't believe what was happening and my admiration of him quickly grew to love.
I became obsessed with mastering all the erotic arts, being taught to me in school, so that I could truly show my love in a tangible way. As I mastered my lessons at the school, he would take me out with more and more, introducing me to his friends and family, even his wife. And I showed that the education, he was paying for, in the realm of eroticism was also paying off, by taking him to highs of ecstasy he had never experienced before.
He was truly my love. The finest man I have ever known.”
“Oh sorry Joe”, Lena blushed. “I hope I didn't offend you. You're definitely a fine man too and you're my lover. Don't get me wrong, Manuel wasn't a saint. He had his foibles too.
Do you know he loved my milk even more than you. From the first time he fucked me, he would milk me dry. That's the reason I don't allow my breasts to stop producing milk.
I still remember the surprise he had, the first time he sucked my nipples and got a mouth full.
He almost choked to death. I was still lactating because of the milk injections and the guys at the rehab centre told me that my milk breasts were definitely an asset and took every opportunity to help me keep my assets fully functional, by milking me whenever they could. And when Manuel showed he loved them so much, well couldn't let them dry up.
Manuel told me to let them dry up, once or twice, when my breasts got real tender and hurt like hell but I just couldn't disappoint him. After a couple of years, the tenderness was never a problem again. I used to donate my milk for use at the meat girl breeding farms on the islands and now I donate my milk to a local clinic. I think the docs like telling the moms that it comes from a loving mother not a dairy milk dolcette. It makes me feel good that I can give something from my body that will nourish a little one.
But enough talk about my mammaries, pretty as they are. Lets see if the two of you can save me a trip to the med centre tomorrow, the little ones won't mind.”
The threesome where soon naked tumbling over each other in glee.
They made sure each of them was satisfied multiple times and no one felt let down. Joe did drain Lena's right breast and Linda managed to empty enough of the left to claim a share of victory and the love fest ended with Lena hugging her lovers' faces to her breasts.
Resting blissfully, Linda asked Lena to finish her story. And after some cajoling from Joe, she picked up the tale. “Well there isn't much after that really. Manuel died of a massive heart attack. Well actually, while he was making love to me. I hope he went happy.
I got a little bit of money and use of the cottage for a year.
After a year, Manuel's widow forced me to leave. I didn't have any skills, so I started scrambling for a way to support my self. Eventual I started having sex for favours with Manuel's business associates and friends. Some had come around and flirted with me and even propositioned me after the funeral but I politely declined.
Finally, one of Manuel's best fiends seduced or raped me, depending on your point of view. The word circulated that my virtue was for sale and the offers really poured in. I resisted as long as possible and started fucking them when I got desperate. At one point, one of Manuel ex-work colleagues tried to get me to fuck him, by telling me that he had joined a new company and he might be able to get me a job. So I fucked him and he took me to New World traders for an interview. They wanted a call girl to entertain visiting buyer of their meat girls. I was mortified. But Paul, you know the guy you met, Joey, kept working on me. Finally he offered me a job, with no fucking involved, doing the makeup and hair of the meat girls before they were shipped out. By this time, I was desperate, so I fucked Paul and took the job. That gradually led to teaching sex techniques to the girls. I figured if they were sex slaves it would keep them from the slaughterhouses. And finally I was entertaining buyers for them. They would hand me the keys to the Audi and a handful of credit cards and cash and tell me to bring back a sale. I didn't do it all the time. They paid me to do makeup and teach the girls and that was usually enough to get by. But every so often, they would cajole me into entertaining a buyer. That's how I met you, Joey. But I knew from the start that you were different and then I fell in love with you. You know the rest.
And now were one big happy family.
A sad story finally ended!
Joe and Linda left sexually sated and Lena headed off to bed. She was immensely relived that she had been able to exorcise her demons without loosing the love of her best friends
A Nightmare Revisited
Lena examined her beautiful body with supreme satisfaction while bathing and then retired to peaceful slumber.
Refreshed, she set off for work the next morning. It was a dreary dark day but Lena remained up beat. She went about her usual ritual routine without a care. At the empty coffee shop, she picked her latté and left, brushing by a man in a gray raincoat. A sting of pain assaulted her thigh but she continued to walk a few steps before stumbling and falling. In her haze, she could hear someone saying that she had fainted and then an offer to take her to the local medical centre, down the block. Lena blanked out, as she was helped into a car and driven off. Drifting in and out of consciousness, she could hear voices saying, “We snatched the puta; drive her the airport quickly before she is missed.”
Lena briefly came to, only to feel another needle jabbed into her thigh and as she drifted off again. She was vaguely aware that she was being crated up in a shipping container.
When she came to again, the crate was being opened and she was staring at the faces of the men who ran New World Traders. Lena was manhandled to a standing position by two big muscular men and held up to face the group of men. A man, Lena knew to be the boss, spoke to her saying, “Puta, did you think you would get away. Our reach is long. You will pay for your treachery. Take the puta and clean her up. I want her in my office in an hour.”
Lena was dragged off to the bathroom. It was a familiar room. Her clothes were brutally ripped off and one man began to grope her breasts, shocking her back to full consciousness. She screamed and struggled. The same man ripped off her panties and began to rub and finger Lena's pussy, only to be stopped by the other man telling him, “You better lay off. The boss wants her in A-one condition, when he tells her what he has in store her. Then you can have all the fun you want later. Enjoy yourself then. The little puta deserves it.” The man desisted by giving the blonde a hard punch into her stomach, saying to his colleague that the boss would never know.
The second man toweled Lena off a bit and then the two men led her back to the office.
The men took the long way, allowing Lena to assess her predicament. Her stomach was sore but the punch was relatively weak, for a man of her aggressor's size. He had held back.
‘The bad guys got me again just when I though things were going so well. This time, I'm not just a sex slave, I'm a traitor. They're going to really punish me. Am going to get out of this alive? No way. I pray, let them kill me quickly.' raced through Lena's mind along with a multitude of fears.
Lena was stood up in front of the men again and the boss went to her and caressed her face and then grabbed a breast. A jet of breast milk hit him in the face and he slapped Lena across the face swearing. The milk was wiped off and the man grabbed Lena's cunt saying, “My little chickie you have grown even more beautiful, if that is possible. We really miss you. We were so disappointed when you left with the gringo. We just had to get you back. The girls couldn't get along without your lessons. The sexual passion and the skill is just not there anymore. We couldn't rent them out to the brothels and sale of the sex slaves have fallen way off. Even the resort shuns us, now. They say our meat girls no longer satisfy their customers in bed, the bids for girl prime cuts of girl meat is way down. The say they might even have to cut back a few of the festival dates and they don't want us as partners in joint ventures.
Did you know that after you left, we got a letter from your boyfriend telling us to quit using the “Venus” drugs or they would quit buying our meat girls and that you were working for him now and if anything happened to you, he would make sure his company stopped buying our meat girls. That is why we waited. But today we got our chance. You have disappeared into thin air and we will make it look like got bored and bugged out, like you always do. They won't be looking for you. And we will have lots of time to thank you personally for what you have done. Except for Paul.”
The boss pulled out a gun and shot Paul. Then he motioned for guards to haul the body away and continued.
“Did you know that Paul convinced us to hire you and allow you to have a free reign? Puta. You were good but not that good. Why did you think we hired you and then let you dictate terms to us?
Let me tell you how you can repay us for our generosity to you, all these years.
First we will allow you to show us all your love, we have heard that you are a lioness in bed but only Paul knew for sure. Now you can show all of us. First you can fuck us individually and then all of us together so we can compare notes. Paul said you liked the rough stuff so we will try to keep you happy. You can pretend you're being raped. I hear that that's your favorite fantasy.
The other boys have all requested that they also be allowed in on the fun. We thought you would enjoy that, so we invited them to your party too. But alas there is but scant time for you to get to them all so they have agreed to have you, all together. Paul assured us that you would love to handle thirty cocks at one time. A gang bang? Is that the right word? He said you were a gangbang queen.
But lets get the meat of the matter. Those who knew you, before you came to us, said you were a sex slave and a meat girl. A meat girl's highest calling is to have her flesh eaten. If it can be eaten by someone who loves her, so much the better. We all love you and your meat and we can think of nothing better than to fulfill your wildest dreams and end your days in the stomachs of your lovers.
But we have a problem. There are now so many mouth-watering ways for you to be served. The boys had a big argument. Pedro loves barbeques and said live spit roasting was the only way…… Did you know that we have a new spitting machine that takes the work out of spitting and ensures the best results? We used it on one of your students last week, do you know she lasted over an hour before she expired. Pedro says if you are spit roasted, he will organize a pool on how long you last. He promised me two hours. I'm sure a beautiful girl like you would have no problems lasting two hours. My cook tells me that we should not give you any pain pills. The more exquisite the pain, the more chemicals are released, endorphins, I think he called them the more tender the meat. Exquisite pain for exquisite tender meat. Doesn't that sound exquisite?
But Frank wants you slow roasted in a fire pit, Hawaiian style. He says we would chop off your head and limbs and bake you for hours till your flesh is nice and tender. As tender as your heart, he says. He wants your head for his trophy case but also it seems every one wants your head on a silver platter. He also says that roasting that way takes so long and is so hot that a hot girl like you will just burn away, so we should take your cunt and have a tanner make it into a bracelet and your magnificent breasts into breast bags so that your offerings can be spread around more. But even though you will go into the pit alive, the leaves and sand that cover you, will not let us see you expire.
William just wants you roasted in an oven with your belly stuffed with a rice and girl meat sausage mixture, he favours. He says that it would be a crime or a betrayal of you, to not display your beauty to all, at the dining table. My cook concurs saying that oven roasting, while a simple process will allow us to prepare you in a way to keep your charms from melting away. Your meat will be cooked to a golden brown and if this is done right, you will look as if you are asleep at the beach, sunbathing. My cook assures us you can acknowledge our love while you cook in the oven, alive, for at least an hour. My cook guarantees that you will make favorable appearance at the table.
Rick says a real woman shows her gratitude with her selfless sacrifice and that she should be allowed to freely scream out her pain and sorrow to those who she loves and who love her.
He thinks we should assist your in shedding your inhibitions, shedding the very skin of your soul, so that your completely uncovered flesh may scream out your pain for all to hear”, the boss went on.
Lena was terrified when the boss shot Paul. If they so wantonly killed one of there own what chance was there for her. When the boss started his discourse she immediately knew what he was rambling on about: Live spitting and live spit roasting, decapitation and the hacking off of her limbs while she was alive and then live cooking in a fire pit. She became frantic contemplating her fate already knowing the nuances and subtle tortures that were being suggested. But by the time the boss had gotten to Rick she had tuned out, thinking, this guy's trying to talk me to death. The teen terror resurfaced and she was ready to, once again, be defiant. If she was to be meat so be it, a little pain and then the suffering was over. As long as Joey and Linda were safe, it would be OK.
She defiantly spoke up, “Asshole. You're really boring me. If I'm to die, let's do it.”
The boss slapped her across her face. He was furious. He wanted to terrorize Lena and figured that making all those guarded comments would inflame her mind and allow her fantasies to run wild, creating mounting terror. To have had the girl laugh at him was an insult and loss of face. Had he been younger, he would have beaten and raped her on the spot. So instead, he got a night-stick from one of the guards and shoved up Lena's cunt with no prior warning, of any kind, to anyone and a cruel smile crossed his face as he thrust as hard and as deeply as he could. Lena screamed pitifully, a wounded animal. But he lost focus when Lena fainted and stopped. Bright red flowed down Lena's thighs.
The boss ordered, that Lena be taken to the storeroom that had already been prepared for the execs of New World to rape Lena. He ordered that those who wanted to rape the girl should make it rough and brutal, but not to kill her and revive her when she passed out.
Lena could barely make the orders as she drifted in and out of consciousness, but she knew she has to steel herself for the upcoming trial. All the execs took their turns, but most only did it to honour the macho code of their group. Once they were behind the doors, they looked to put on a show rather than really brutalize Lena.
Lena was jolted back to reality by the pain at her nipple and red streak told her that her nipple had suffered a grievous bite. An exec had almost bitten off one of her treasures. He had only stopped himself when realized if he bit the tit off, he would likely join Paul, lying with the fishes.
Lena knew she ached all over but little else. The boss examined the still body of Lena to make sure the blonde was alive. She was no longer a beauty, but pain etched on her face and the bloody torn body was an erotic turn on. He couldn't resist, he penetrated the girl and raped her as violently as he could until he got the sexual release he sought. He cruelly kissed the girl, biting her lip and left.
Lena was left locked in the room.
A bright morning dawned and Lena groaned to consciousness, wracked by pain but alive.
Two guards open the door and entered, grabbed the groggy girl and dragged her back to the boss.
The boss ordered someone to get a towel and clean Lena up. It was sexier to torture a beautiful woman and as Lena was cleaned and, again, touched all over, especially in her female treasures, many of the men felt their manhoods rising.
Lena was still a mess, in her head. She couldn't focus and just seemed to have only a partial awareness of what was happening. A searing pain, as a precious sex organ was tortured, a deep ache all over her body, another assault on her genitals. Pain - ache - oblivion.
Lena heard the boss saying that she would now see her past students demonstrate the various cooking options that were being debated.
She was propped up so she could she a small very cute brunette manhandled to a kitchen table and brutally raped by two guards. “Tina”, she thought as Tina's shrill screams jolted her. Lena thought she saw the guards rough Tina up.
Then a loud ear piercing scream and the little girl's stomach was opened and her guts fell out… Then her next conscious moment, Tina blinking at her, with a spit sticking out her mouth.
Another shill scream and a cutie, being hurt and bleeding in copious amounts all over. Lena heard “Sally” and remembered, “Yes that was her name but what were they doing to the poor thing?“ And her murky mind she caught, “This one's been skinned alive before we spit her.” Lena blanked out again.
Lena was roused awake, to hear a guard tell her that Fran was being hanged and Lena felt her hair being pulled back, to point her face toward a blonde cherub.
Lena saw a Latin girl and thought, ‘Conchita, what's happening to Conchita. … but she was killed over a year ago.'
Lena passed out again. She came to and was stood up to face the boss. “Stay with us a moment longer. We have one more treat for you” he wined. And then, he held up the severed heads of Joey and Linda before Lena's eyes. Lena immediately snapped into total awareness, comprehended what had happened and fainted with a horrible scream of anguish.
The next instant of awareness was ushered by hands rubbing her body. Her breast and her cunt.
A brief instant of awareness caused by a pain in her stomach. Lena took down to see a red mess falling out of the body cavity but could not focus.
The a sharp smell in her nose and she could comprehend the boss, “Get the puta awake. I want her to know the pole's going in.” A cold sensation in her ass, and then sharp pain, Lena drifted away, one last time.
In the bed, Lena jumped up sweating. She felt all over her body and then looked around. SAFE AT HOME! She turned on the light and reached for the phone. She caught her self. What was she doing, there was no need to phone Joey or Linda. Lena got up and went to the bathroom; She would get no more sleep that night. Her demons were not all exorcised
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