The Favour

credits to CannibalCook aka ThomasR for sharing his recipes.

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Warning: This story is intended for mature adults only. Do not continue to read unless you enjoy reading snuff stories. This story is purely fictional and contains consensual m/f snuff and cannibalism.

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It was late in the afternoon. Susan was called in to see her manager. She was a bit nervous, not knowing what he wanted to see her about. Her performance had been up to standard, and she had never wasted time nor slept on the job. Indeed, she had been an excellent typist. She was always punctual and finished all her assigned task on time. There was really nothing much to complain about her.

Susan was about 25 years old; nobody except the human resource manager in the company knew her exact age, but 25 was a safe bet. She was not bad looking either, slightly on the plump side, but not fat at all by any measure. Her dark blond hair was tied into a bundle on the upper backside of her head.

She had been with the company for over a year already. Usually she did not see the manager much. The manager's personal assistant, Ms Allison, had given all her tasks to her. Maybe she was about to get a promotion. Susan had always wanted to be a secretary, but there had been no opening for that position so far.

She knocked on the manager's door and was answered with a friendly, "Come in". She opened the door and walked in. The manager sat on his comfortable leather chair and looked very relaxed. He looked quite handsome she thought. Most managers she had seen had grey hair or were half bald with big bellies. Bill, however, was relative young compared to the other managers in the company. He looked like he was in his late twenties. From what she could see, he probably had a nice figure as well, muscular and no big belly.

He looked at her like any men would do when they wanted something from a woman. Susan would have let him have her if he had asked for it. She did not have a steady boyfriend and hadn't been getting laid much lately, so she would have welcomed it. Besides, she liked Bill. He was her type of guy but she had always been a bit shy to talk to him before, not that she was a shy girl normally, but with him it was different. Whenever she saw him, her heart would start pounding faster, her face would start to flush and her hands began to shake. It was very embarrassing to her, but she could not control her body when she was close to him. That's why she avoided him, but secretly she dreamt about how it would be like if she were his girlfriend.

"Susan, may I call you Susan?" he began. "Certainly, Sir", she managed to say, trying to hide her excitement and control herself. He had actually called her by her first name. Her mind was trying to absorb this new information. He was so friendly, so handsome. Maybe he was sensing her feelings towards him. There was the possibility that he might even like her. Images of him making love to her raced through her mind. She was very excited and her excitement grew with every second passing.

"Please, call me Bill." he told her. "There's no need for any formalities. This is not an official meeting. I want to discuss something with you in private. It's not work related," he told her while observing her reaction. "If you are busy, we can talk another time", he quickly added.

"No, no, it's quite alright with me. I've already finished most of my work today, Sir, err, Bill." she replied sensing that this would become interesting. She might have been right. It seemed that he wanted something from her she thought happily. Already she had made up her mind that she would do anything he wanted. She did not want to loose this chance to please him and was desperate to do anything to win his favour.

Expectantly she looked at Bill and waited for him to continue. Susan was very aroused by the thought of completely giving herself to him. The mere thought about it excited her, but she could not figure out what exactly it was that attracted her to him. It did not really matter to her. The important thing was that he seemed to want her and she was ready to give him anything that he wanted.

"Well, where should I start? I've got a party at my place tomorrow and I was wondering whether you would be free", he started to say seeming a bit awkward about it.

"That's great. I've nothing planned for tomorrow", she blurted out, her excitement growing even more.

"Slow down there", Bill told her. "I haven't told you everything yet, and please take a moment to consider it before you give your answer. I won't be cross if you refuse and we can forget that this whole conversation had ever taken place if you decide not to take me up on the invitation." he continued to tell her.

"But why would I turn you down?" she asked him.

"Let me explain to you in more detail. I need you to help me out at the party, so you won't be really a guest at the party", he explained to her.

"That's alright, Bill. I don't mind helping out", she interrupted him.

"That's very nice of you", Bill responded, "but I had something else in mind for you."

"Really? What would that be?" she was curious to know and started to feel a bit confused.

"Well, I was planning to serve something exotic to eat", he started to explain.

"You want me to waitress in the nude or something like that?" she interrupted him.

"No, no, nothing like that either. Please let me finish explaining," he told her.

"Ok, I'll keep quiet and listen", she told him and was starting to wonder what he wanted from her. Then it came to her mind that he might need someone to comfort his guests during dinner. Strangely this idea excited her. She did not know why but it terribly aroused her. Usually she was not an exhibitionist and enjoyed sex only in private with someone she knew and liked. She had never made love with a stranger before and also never made love in an open area where someone else could have watched. Sex had been a private matter to her and she had never considered that she would ever do it any other way. Yet the thought of doing exactly that with Bill's friends, which were total strangers to her, excited her enormously.

"Are you listening? Or did I bore you to sleep already?" Bill was waving his hands in front of her eyes.

"Sorry, I was lost in thoughts. Won't happen again", she apologized feeling very embarrassed for not paying attention to her dream guy.

"Ah, OK, but listen carefully now. It's important." he started again. "I would love to have you over at my party. I want to serve some exotic meat at my party. That's where you could do me a favour. I've already ordered some meat from my butcher but he can only deliver 3 sows by tomorrow. I am one short. Would you mind doing me a favour and fill in for the shortage?" he asked her looking her deep into the eyes.

"Erm, I....I don't know", she stuttered. Susan didn't know what to say. She hadn't expected this. Did he just ask her to volunteer as meat, to be butchered or did she just imagine it?

"Take your time and think about it. And don't feel obligated to do it because I'm your boss. This is an unofficial request and I won't be upset with you if you refuse.", he told her.

She thought that it was very sweet of him not to pressure her and gave the idea of being meat a further thought.

"By the way, I know the decision should come from you alone but I just wanted you to know that you look fabulous and would do a good job as meat. You were the first person that came to my mind when I was looking for a volunteer. Also, if you decide to volunteer, I'll take care of all the paperwork for you, so you don't need to worry about that at all.", he told her

"I am honoured to have you think so highly of me", she told him and felt her pussy moistening. This was a bit more extreme than what she had initially imagined but it will still please him, she thought. He looked very sincere and was patiently waiting for her reply. One further look at him and she had decided. She had made up her mind. "Ok, I'll do it. I'm all yours", she said smiling and full of confidence. She had never felt better in her life. Somehow she felt very triumphantly and she wasn't nervous anymore. Her hands weren't shaking and she wasn't blushing.

"That's great. I am really glad that you decided to volunteer for it. I am forever in your debt. Do you have anything that you want me to do for you?", he asked her.

"Erm, well, there's something", she said slightly embarrassed.

"Please feel free to tell me. I will try my best to do whatever you want.", he reassured her.

"It's quite embarrassing", she began, "but could you", she looked down at the floor to avoid his eyes, "could you fuck me before you, you know", she stammered. She suddenly flushed and her face became all red.

"No need to feel embarrassed about it. Sex is nothing to be ashamed about. It's quite a natural urge we all have", he told her. "It will be my pleasure to grant you this wish."

Susan was happy. He had accepted her request. She threw herself around his neck, nearly tumbling him over with her momentum. She kissed him wildly and pressed herself tighter against him. They kissed passionately for a while. "Could you tie me up and gag me?", she asked him, her eyes pleading and begging.

"With pleasure", he told her and broke their embrace. He opened his top drawer and pulled out a rope.

"Please turn around and put your hands behind your back.", he told her.

"Wouldn't it be better if I took off my panties first? You could gag me with them", she suggested.

"That's an excellent idea", he commented.

Susan stepped a step back and lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of white stockings and matching white panties. She bend down and slipped off her panties and handed them to him. He accepted her panties with his right hand and placed them below his nose to take a sniff at them.

"Oh, it smells nice, you horny bitch", he told her after smelling her panties.

Susan grinned back at him and turned around placing her hands behind her back. "Tie me up", she demanded sounding more like a command than a request.

"No problem, bitch", Bill replied a little annoyed. He didn't like the tone in her voice and pulled the rope very tight so that it bit into her wrists. She let out a gasp but Bill stuffed her panties into her mouth preventing her from making any further annoying noises. He then made her lean over the table and pushed her forward so that her bare ass was exposed and looking at him invitingly.

Bill smiled to himself and pulled out his erect cock. This bitch was so willing to please him; he didn't even have to rape her. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her anus and rammed it in. Her unlubricated asshole was very tight and it felt good to have it squeeze on his cock. It felt heavenly to him whereas Susan was in pain. She did not expect Bill's cock to be that big nor did she expect to be fucked up her ass. It was the first time for her that someone had stuck something up her ass. She had been an anal virgin before. The pain could be seen on her face, tears flowing down her cheeks, but Bill didn't see them nor would he care about them if he saw them. He was enjoying her tight ass and continued to fuck her up her back alley.

Susan was in terrible pain. Bill's huge cock was ripping her ass apart, but she couldn't scream. Her mouth still had her panties in there, which prevented her from screaming. All she could do was shake her head around in pain and to hope that Bill would finish with her ass soon. But she had no such luck. Bill was even more turned on by her frantic head movements and continued to pound her.

After a while, Susan started to enjoy her anal penetration. At first it had hurt a lot, but eventually she got used to the pain and was able to derive some pleasure from it. Susan continued to thrash her head around but it wasn't caused by pain anymore. Bill was ignorant to what Susan was feeling; his only concern was his own pleasure.

A short moment later, both Susan and Bill were quivering in ecstasy, an indication that both were nearing orgasm. Bill pulled out of Susan's ass and rammed it into her wet hot pussy. Susan felt like she was in heaven, feeling Bill's cock filling her pussy. Bill slowed down his pounding on Susan to prolong his pleasure. He reached forward and started to fondle Susan's soft tits while imagining how delicious it would be to bite into them. He fumbled at her shirt and managed to unbutton parts of it, revealing a nice pair of tits pushed up by a soft cotton bra. With expert speed he pushed the bra downwards, fully exposing two wobbly tits, which he started to squeeze immediately. A few seconds later, her tits had turned red from all the squeezing, but he wasn't satisfied yet. He continued to fondle and squeeze them while he slowly continued to fuck her pussy.

Then his balls filled up with his seeds ready for deployment. He thrust deep and hard into her pussy leaving it embedded there when he shot his load of cum deep into her letting his semen splash against the opening of Susan's cervix. While his dick and balls were busy pumping, his hands were not idling either. He was holding Susan's nipples between his fingers and squeezing them mercilessly.

Susan felt a mixture of pleasure and pain from a big orgasm, which rippled through her but also, felt the terrible pain inflicted upon her small nipples.

When Bill had finished he pulled out of Susan and turned her around. For the first time, he saw Susan's tear covered face and realised that she had been crying. He smiled and ungagged her, pulling her panties out of her mouth which he had stuffed in there before. Susan opened her mouth wide to catch some breath, but he immediately forced his cum filled cock into her mouth and forced her to suck him clean.

Susan obediently licked his cock clean. Then Bill got dressed again and untied Susan. "I hope that that was satisfying. It certainly was a pleasure for me", he told her.

"Thank you, Sir", she replied. "I am very grateful for this."

"Now, go and clean yourself up. I will pick you up tomorrow morning at 7. Also, shave yourself tonight so we can save some time tomorrow.", he told her.

Susan straightened herself up, buttoning up her shirt again and slipped her panties back on. Then she left his office and went back to finish her work. She had to finish up all her work that afternoon. There was no other time she could do it anymore. It was to be her last day at work.

During the remainder of the afternoon, Susan had problems concentrating on her work. Her mind was clouded with visions of her impending slaughter, which excited her very much, so much that her pussy was constantly wet that afternoon. However, with much difficulty and a bit of self-control, Susan managed to finish all her work. She quickly said goodbye to all her close colleagues and left work earlier than usual. Nobody suspected anything and had no idea why she had been so pre-occupied that day, nor did they know that they would never see her again.

Susan went home straight away. When she arrived, the first thing she did was strip naked and masturbate. In her mind, she played back the entire conversation that took place in Bill's office. She orgasmed hard thinking about it. It was as if she was in another world, a world filled with pleasure only. She was so completely emerged in her fantasy that she didn't even hear the phone ringing.

When she had finally satisfied her lust and returned to the real world, she heard the phone ringing. She snapped out of her trance like daydreaming and answered the phone.

"Hello, Susan. Where have you been?", she heard a voice say. "I've rung your office but they told me that you've left early so I tried ringing you at home. Where have you been girl? I've been trying to ring you for over an hour now".

It was Jennifer at the other end. Susan suddenly remembered that she was supposed to pick her up. They had planned to go out together that night.

"Oh, hi Jennifer. I'm sorry, but I didn't hear the phone ringing", she replied. It was the truth.

"What were you doing for over an hour that you didn't hear the phone? A shower doesn't take that long.", Jennifer inquired.

Susan didn't know what to tell her friend. She decided to tell her later when they were face to face. That would give her some time to think about how to break her the news. It would be their last night together. Susan decided that they should do something special.

"I'll tell you later. I'll pick you up in half an hour. Be ready when I get there. See you later.", she told her and hung up.

Half an hour later, Susan was at Jennifer's door and rang the bell. It took only seconds before Jennifer answered the door. She had been impatiently waiting for Susan and dying to find out what had happened. After the short phone conversation with Susan earlier on, she had suspected that something was going on. Susan normally would chat for hours going on about her fantasies with her boss. Things she dreamt about all day long in the office but never had the nerve to actually do. Jennifer knew about Susan's most passionate fantasy to be her boss' sex slave, to totally submit herself to him. She wondered whether Susan had finally found the courage to ask him and whether he had accepted or rejected her.

"What's the story Susan? Give me the buzz. What has happened?", Jennifer asked.

"Um, let's get into the car first. I'll tell you on the way.", Susan replied.

"You are stalling again. Tell me what happened. I'd do anything in my power to help you, you know that.", Jennifer said.

Suddenly Susan broke out in tears and hugged Jennifer. "You are the best friend I ever had."

Susan wiped off the tears in her face. She had gotten very emotional. She had never felt so close to Jennifer before. It felt terrible to her to have to leave her best friend all alone while she was going to experience her most ultimate and final fantasy.

"You can have my car. I won't be needing it anymore", was the only thing she could come up with.

"What? Are you out of your mind or what is the matter with you?", Jennifer replied shocked. "Talk to me girl. You are scaring me."

"I've told you about Bill", Susan started.

"Your boss? Yes, you've told me about him many times. Did you ask him? Did he accept?", Jennifer asked excitedly. The suspense was killing her. "Common, tell me."

"Well, he asked me today", Susan continued.

"And you accepted? Wow, are you his full time sex slave now? Is that why you don't need your car any more?", Jennifer interrupted again. Her excitement and curiosity grew by the seconds.

"Yes, I did", Susan, said with pride, "but I won't be just a sex slave in the normal sense."

"You can have my car, in fact you can have everything that I own. I won't be needing any of it after tonight. That's why I want to make tonight special. It will be our last night together.", Susan said with tears in her eyes and she hugged Jennifer.

Both women hugged each other for a while both of them sobbed a little. They loved one another and it was painful for them to say goodbye. Finally Susan found the courage and separated from the deep embrace they were in and bravely said: "Let's go out. Let's have some fun together. We won't be able to do it any other time"

"You are right. But let's not go to a nightclub. Let's go somewhere private instead, like a café or something. I want to spend some time with you instead of having guys trying to hit on us.", Jennifer suggested.

Susan agreed and they went to a nice café in the inner city. Time passed quickly while the two women were telling each other their deepest fantasies.

"Tell me, Susan, what will be your primary duties?", Jennifer inquired.

"I will have just one duty. I'll be meat.", Susan replied dryly.

"What? You mean he will butcher you? And you agreed to it?", Jennifer shouted out in shock. She had never guessed that Susan would ever do such a thing, but the thought excited her and she wanted to know more.

"Tell me, how do you feel? This is more exciting than I thought. Why did you agree to it?", Jennifer pressed on.

Susan blushed and told her that this was the only way she could get close to him and that she would do anything for him, stressing the word 'anything'. Jennifer was very amazed but also admired Susan's courage. She had thought about volunteering to be butchered but never had the courage to tell anybody about this fantasy nor was she brave enough to ask anyone about the procedure for it. Susan was so very brave in her eyes. She was about to do the very thing Jennifer had always secretly dreamed about but had never had the nerve to admit, not even to herself. Hearing about Susan's decision suddenly changed everything. Her deepest desires were awoken inside her. It was a unique opportunity to find out more. Susan was her best friend, if not ask her who else to ask and since Susan was actually going through the process, she was the perfect person to ask.

"You know, the thought about being butchered turns me on, too. Please tell me more about it. I might consider doing it as well", Jennifer confessed to Susan and blushed.

They both fell into a deep embrace again and kissed passionately. It was soon decided to continue on in a more private place and they returned to Susan's place. Once there the two women were overcome by passion and lust and made love on Susan's bed. It was the first time they made love to each other. They had been very close friends, but not lovers. Both had considered themselves to be straight. It was the first time they had felt such a great passion towards each other. The remainder of the night was dedicated to their passionate lovemaking and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

They awoke early the next morning since Susan had an important appointment with her destiny as meat. Susan tried to be careful and be as quiet as possible so she would not disturb Jennifer, but she woke up anyway. Jennifer wanted to say goodbye to Susan before she left.

Susan got dressed quickly and had only a cup of coffee for breakfast. She wasn't supposed to eat any food before her slaughter. Then she remembered to have a shave. She went into the bathroom, slipped off her panties and found a clean blade. She regularly shaved her pussy, but she wanted to make sure her pussy was as smooth as possible when it was served at Bill's party.

Jennifer had followed her and got dripping wet when she saw what Susan was doing. Susan, who saw the reaction of her friend, smiled at her with amusement and offered her the blade to shave her pussy. Jennifer hesitantly accepted the blade and carefully shaved Susan.

When she finished, it was time to go. Jennifer offered to drive Susan to Bill's place but Susan told her that she was going to be picked up. Together, they waited. It was an awkward moment for both of them. Neither of them knew what to say. It was their last moment together and they didn't know what to say.

Finally Susan broke the silence. "I'm going to be killed quickly. I won't feel any pain."

"Is that how you want it?", Jennifer asked. "I guess, you just want to get it over with quickly, right".

Susan nodded.

"I would prefer to be spitted and roasted like a piglet. Just the thought about having a spit driven through me makes me wild.", Jennifer confessed.

Susan was shocked by Jennifer's revelation. She could not imagine how a woman could find pleasure in being impaled. Just when she was about to say something, a limousine drove up her house and someone rang the doorbell.

This was it. Both women knew it. Susan went to the door and opened it. There he was. It was Bill in person. He had personally come to pick her up. It was so sweet of him, Susan thought. Jennifer stepped closer and hugged Susan. They both kissed each other goodbye. Bill eyed Jennifer from head to toe. She was quite pretty and Bill would had loved to sinks his teeth into her as well.

"Hi, you must be Bill. I'm Jennifer."

"I'm pleased to meet you.", Bill stretched out his hand and they shook hands. Then they said goodbye to each other and Susan left with Bill. There was no turning back for Susan. She was Bill's meat.

Susan followed Bill into the car, her legs were shaking and she was barely able to walk. When she arrived at the car, she went into the backseat and sat down. Bill closed the door behind her and started the car. They drove off and she saw Jennifer waving at her from her front door. Then the limousine turned the corner and Jennifer disappeared from her sight.

Jennifer waved at the entrance until the limousine disappeared. Then she went back into her new home. She was sad for having lost her best friend, but also happy for Susan that she had finally found what she had always desired.

The drive to Bill's house was short and eventless. When they arrived, Bill's wife Margaret greeted them. "Welcome, you must be Susan. It's a pleasure to have you over and I can't tell you how grateful we are for your help. We really appreciate your favour."

Susan smiled shyly. It felt a bit awkward to meet Margaret. She wondered whether Bill had told his wife about the little affair in the office.

Margaret gave Susan a warm smile. "Don't worry sweetheart. Bill has told me everything. But please come in.", she invited Susan into the house.

They all went inside. Suddenly the phone rang and Margaret excused herself. Bill gave Susan a hug and kissed her passionately. Susan felt like in heaven. She would have done anything for just such a kiss. Then Bill told her to undress and Susan stripped off her covers. She wore nothing beneath it and was totally naked in just a few seconds.

Bill let her into the kitchen. Susan followed and took off her shoes once she arrived. "Please take a seat", Bill said and pointed over to the butchering table. Susan slowly walked over to the table and climbed onto it. There she silently waited for her butchering.

Then Margaret popped her head into the kitchen. "How's it going in here?", she asked her husband. She had a worried expression in her face. "What's up honey? You look worried.", Bill asked his wife.

"We have a problem.", Margaret began. "That was Thomas. He will be turning up with family."

Bill did a quick head count in his mind. "Damn. That means we will be short of meat. Where do we find an additional volunteer for spit roasting on such a short time notice? It's impossible.", Bill sighed.

"Well, it seems like I'll have to volunteer", Margaret suggested. She wiggled her massive breasts to emphasize her body's suitability as meat. Margaret wasn't the youngest gal around anymore and with more than forty years behind her, she certainly did not fall into the young meat category. Nevertheless, she had kept her body in top shape, exercising daily. There was almost no fat on her body, no excessive fat at least, and she still had quite a nice slender figure even though not as slender as someone in their teens or twenties. She had a firm rump and shapely legs. If someone who did not know her age should have guessed, he would have guessed her in the early thirties. Her most noticeable and probably best parts were her ample soft bosoms, which Bill had used as cushions on many occasions. She would have been a good choice, but Bill did not like the idea at all.

"No way. I'll never allow it.", Bill protested.

"But we need more meat. And I am the only woman available on such short notice", she tried to reason with him.

"No, I just won't allow it. We will have to just cancel the party then or get some pork instead.", Bill protested.

Susan who had involuntarily listened in on the conversation interrupted the two. "Ahem. May I make a suggestion?"

"What is it?", Margaret asked her.

"I might know someone who might be able to help you out.", Susan said hesitantly. "But I am not sure."

"Hell, we can give it a try. It won't hurt.", Bill suggested.

"Please tell us what your suggestion is", Margaret asked her.

"I have a friend who might be interested in being spit roasted.", Susan explained.

"That would be great", Margaret exclaimed. "We have a spare spit."

"Who did you have in mind?", Bill asked.

"My friend Jennifer had told me that she has fantasized about being spit roasted. It might be a possibility.", Susan told them.

"That's good. Is her body suitably build?", Bill inquired.

"You've seen her at my place this morning.", Susan replied.

"You mean Jennifer? Hell, she is perfectly suitable for roasting.", he exclaimed.

"Who is Jennifer?", Margaret inquired.

"She is my best friend.", Susan told her.

"That's good. Let's call her.", Bill suggested and handed Susan his mobile phone.

Susan dialled her home hoping Jennifer would still be there.

"Hello. This is Jennifer. Susan does not live here anymore."

"It's me, Susan."

"Hi, Susan. Is everything alright? What has happened? Did they cancel the butchering?"

"No, nothing wrong here. I am still going to be butchered later."

"So what's up? You aren't having doubts, are you?"

"No, no, nothing like that at all. I have a proposition for you. You might be interested."

"I'm all ears. But be quick. I'll have to go to work soon"

"Maybe not", Susan giggled. "Well, we have a shortage of meat here. I was wondering whether you want to be spit roasted here"

"Are you serious?", Jennifer exploded. She suddenly felt very moist between her legs. It was as if she had lost control over her own body and that it had its own mind. Her lips were moving and saying something she would not had said. She heard herself say: "Yes". Her brain registered panic bells and she was shocked to realise that she was so freaked out and excited about being spit roasted that she was unable to think rational anymore.

She vaguely heard Susan telling her to stay put and wait for pick up. Then she hung up. Jennifer stood there, still next to the phone in awe. She had just agreed to being butchered. Finally she would be making love to a spit. Jennifer remained in that position for quite a while. Her body was frozen and motionless like a statue while her mind was racing through the event in the last few minutes.

Meanwhile Bill and his wife were hailing Susan as their saviour. Then Bill became very serious. "We have to start straight away, or we will run out of time", he reminded everyone. Margaret and Susan agreed with him. "I'll have to butcher you now and then pick up your friend afterwards. This will allow some time for your carcass to be drained of blood."

Susan swallowed hard. Her time to become meat was about to begin.

"Sorry, this can't wait. I would have preferred to let you and your friend catch up first but we really don't have the time for it.", Bill apologized.

"That is quite alright. I...I'm ready now.", Susan said bravely while her whole body trembled.

Bill caressed her soft cheek and grabbed a sharp knife, which he had previously prepared. Margaret went behind Susan, grabbed her and was holding her tightly. Then Bill touched her neck and gently moved her chin up. His other hand brought the blade over, positioning it at her exposed throat. With one quick movement, he drew the blade slicing through her throat like butter. Blood shot out of her throat splashing on Bill's face and covered him in blood. His shirt had turned red. Susan felt a sharp pain and died instantly while Margaret tried to hold her spasming body still.

Bill tied her feet together and hoisted her feet up on top of a meat hook. Susan hung upside down from the meat hook and was left in that position to drain the blood. Bill quickly sliced open her belly cutting her open from her pussy up to her breastbone. Her guts fell out instantaneously. He clipped them off letting them fall to the ground and expertly cleaned her insides. Then he washed himself and changed clothes. He had to pick up Jennifer.

Jennifer was still frozen in her position when Bill arrived. She snapped out of it when Bill rang the doorbell. She approached the door trembling and almost collapsed with excitement when she saw Bill upon opening the door. It was a weird feeling to greet and welcome your butcher knowing that he would soon be butchering you.

Bill had to wait a little while before she found her composure again. Then he let her to his car and drove her back home. Jennifer stared wordlessly at him during then whole car journey. When they arrived Margaret welcomed Jennifer and took her into the house straight away. Once in there they told Jennifer to strip while Margaret admired her perfectly build body.

"Susan had left everything she owned to you in her will. Who do you want to give all your belongings to?", Bill asked Jennifer. "Please fill in the details of your benefactor and sign this, this and this. I'll take care of everything else for you.". Bill handed her a few forms and pointed out the places she needed to sign.

"Well, I have no family left and Susan was the only person I was close to. There isn't really anybody I know who I want to give all our stuff to.", Jennifer responded. She thought about it for a while and couldn't think of anyone she knew well enough to give her belongings to. Then finally she had an idea.

"Can I give it all to you?", she looked into Bill's eyes and blinked.

"Well, of course you can. I am honoured to take your belongings and I will always cherish them. I will keep it to remind me of you and Susan. My wife and I are forever in your debt.", he told her.

"By the way, where is Susan?', Jennifer inquired while she signed the documents and handed them back to Bill.

"Well, we had to do her already. We've hung her up in the kitchen for draining.", Bill told her.

"That's too bad. I had wished I could watch her butchering.", Jennifer said a little disappointed.

"I believe she would had wanted that as well, but we are short of time.", Bill told her.

"We should get started", Margaret interrupted them. "There's still a lot to be done and it will take time to roast you.", she told Jennifer while signalling her to follow her. Jennifer followed and was let into the bathroom.

"I'm going to shave you and then give you an enema before Bill will spit you. Don't worry, he will kill you quickly and painlessly. You won't feel any pain.", Margaret told Jennifer.

"Well", Jennifer stuttered, "I would really appreciate it if you would not kill me first. I want to experience being spit roasted. Please", Jennifer begged.

Surprised, but also very pleased Margaret told Jennifer that it would not be a problem. "I love to watch a woman being spitted alive. But are you sure you really want to be done this way? It will be very painful and I can't give you anaesthetics since that would ruin the flavour of your meat. We will also need to gut you. Are you absolutely certain that you want all that done to you while you are still alive? Being spitted that way involves quite a lot of pain."

"I am absolutely certain. That's what I want.", Jennifer replied determined.

"Ok, if that's what you want, then that's what you get. That's not a problem at all, but let's get you shaven first.", Margaret told her and applied some shaving cream onto the little bush on Jennifer's pussy.

Jennifer moaned a little while that was being done to her. She felt very excited and looking forward to being spitted, but was also enjoying the gentle rub Margaret was applying to her pussy. Next Margaret began to shave Jennifer's pussy. She carefully pressed the raiser sharp blade towards Jennifer's soft skin and carefully shaved off the pubes. Jennifer enjoyed this experience thoroughly.

When she was finished shaving, Margaret took out an enema bag and filled it up with warm soap water. Then she gently inserted a tube into Jennifer's ass and squeezed the content into her rectum. At first Jennifer felt it quite pleasant to have the warm liquid pumped into her ass, but once she was filled, the pressure inside started to hurt her and she whimpered silently.

Margaret continued to squeeze until the bag was completely emptied. Then she told Jennifer to expel everything into a tub she provided. With relieve Jennifer pushed hard to get it out of her and ease off the pressure inside her bowels. The procedure was repeated several times until her bowels where completely cleaned.

By the time Bill checked up on them, Margaret had already finished with the enema and was removing the body hair from Jennifer who was letting out little shrieks when Margaret pulled off bits of the wax coating she had applied.

Then finally she was ready. Margaret let Jennifer into the kitchen. Susan was still hanging there. She hung there upside down and blood was still dripping off her slit throat. Jennifer swallowed hard when she saw that. She had never seen a butchered woman before. The sight turned her on and knowing that it was her best friend made her even hornier.

"It's a nice sight, isn't it? I love preparing the food for a party. It's so exciting.", Margaret said and told her to lay down on her back on the kitchen table. Her husband then retrieved a big gutting knife, which he raised above Jennifer's abdomen. He grinned happily at Jennifer who was trembling terribly while Margaret tied Jennifer's wrists and ankles to the legs of the table.

When she finished she signalled her husband who placed the knife onto Jennifer's belly so that it punctured her skin at first. Then he pushed it in a little further and started to cut her open. Soon he had her sliced open from the breastbone to the sternum. Jennifer felt hot and sweaty. There was an icy cold pain in her guts and she was shaking visibly.

Then Bill inserted his hands into her open belly and started to pull out bits and pieces, which she could identify to be her intestines and liver. She somehow felt very aroused in spite of her pain. This arousement even seemed stronger than her pain and she moaned softly, and even encouraged Bill to start stuffing her.

Bill was amazed on how strong Jennifer was. In his previous experience, most women had gone into shock at this stage or had passed out. He admired her strength and willingness to become his meat. Margaret went to the head of the table and bend over Jennifer, giving her a passionate and loving kiss while Bill was busy stuffing her. Bill was getting incredibly horny from stuffing Jennifer. He had never had such a brave and cooperative piece of meat before and asked his wife to continue stuffing her.

Bill climbed onto the table and pulled out his stiff member, which he placed into Jennifer's mouth who willingly accepted him. She gave him the best blowjob he had ever had. She sucked him diligently and hungrily as if her butchering was dependant on satisfying him. She was very eager and determined to give him as much pleasure as she could give him.

By the time Bill exploded his seeds into Jennifer's hot mouth, his wife had already finished stuffing Jennifer and had already sewn her back up. The result was a bloated and stitched up belly filled with delicious breadcrumbs and vegetables.

"I'll get the butter", Margaret said and fetched a few cubes of soft butter, which she placed onto the butchering table next to Jennifer. Bill stepped off the table and started massaging her pussy. Margaret applied some melted butter onto her pussy lips and also rubbed some onto her husband's hands. Then Bill pushed two fingers into Jennifer's cunt. She moaned with pleasure. So far everything had felt better than she had imagined possible. Then she felt Bill inserting two more fingers. Soon it would be his entire fist. Jennifer looked forward to it but still enjoyed the four fingers she currently had inside.

Margaret resumed her previous position and was wildly kissing Jennifer again. She had also grabbed Jennifer's pair of tits in her hands and was squeezing them as if she was milking her. This drove Jennifer wild. At that some moment, Bill pushed his entire fist into her cunt and started to fist fuck her. Jennifer's mild moaning became louder and turned into screams of pleasure.

Bill pulled his fist out several times to push in cubes of butter. He pushed his fist back in with one single movement each time and fucked her hard with it to spread the butter deep inside her pussy. Once she was sufficiently lubricated for the spit, and had experienced several orgasms, Bill pulled out his fist for the final time. He grabbed the spit waiting behind him and positioned it at the entrance of her cunt, ready for her impalement. Jennifer shuddered when the tip of the spit touched her pussy lips. A tinkling went through her body and her vagina started to produce more juices, which mixed with the molten butter inside her.

Jennifer was ready and so was Bill. He shoved the spit in with one massive push and it slid deeply into her with ease. The first resistance was encountered when it was at the entrance to her uterus. With expert hands, Bill navigated the spit around inside and found the entrance very quickly. He resumed to push the spit in further and rammed it through the upper walls of her womb. The spit slit past her lungs without puncturing them and made its way towards her throat. When it passed her esophageus, Jennifer started to gasp and couch, but Bill continued to push the spit forward, expertly guiding it through her throat.

Then Bill signalled Margaret who came to his aid. She held Jennifer's head with her strong hands and tilted it back slightly. Jennifer could feel the spit inside her throat and started to gurgle. Bill continued to push the spit and it slowly emerged from Jennifer's open mouth. The tip of the spit was mixed with little blood and butter making it slightly orange in colour.

It had been a perfect impalement. Jennifer had survived the whole thing and was squirming around the spit. She had believed that her final orgasms would be reached when she was spitted. It was the final act in her fantasy. She had never imagined that it was possible for her to survive her impalement and that she would be able to experience her roasting as well.

Jennifer had mixed feelings about being roasted alive. She had never thought about it as a possibility. The impalement in her eyes was the ultimate fuck with an incredible huge cock completely filling her up. Live roasting on the other hand was not part of her fantasies. She had never spend much thoughts on how it would feel if she was being roasted and she wasn't sure whether she would enjoy it. In fact, the possibility actually scared her and the more she thought about it, the less she wanted it.

In her opinion, being slowly roasted over a fire would be very painful, having the searing heat vaporize her body fluids. It seemed incredibly cruel to her. She was filled with absolute terror. She did not want to die such an agonizing death and wanted to ask them to kill her before roasting. But she had no way of telling them. She was unable to speak with the spit coming out of her mouth.

She tried to squirm and wiggled around the spit. Unfortunately for her, Margaret took her wiggling for anticipation and believed that she was impatient about her impending roasting. Margaret hurried up with basting Jennifer with her special home made marinade, a formula handed down to her by her mother.

The basting process was quite enjoyable, especially the private areas. Jennifer enjoyed the feeling of the brush rubbing over her cunt lips. It was like being licked by a huge tongue. Margaret worked diligently to baste the whole body and not leave any spots uncovered. But she took special care when she basted Jennifer's rump and tits. She knew that these would be the most sought after parts. Jennifer enjoyed being basted. It was very satisfying to her.

Once Jennifer was completely soaked in the special marinate, Margaret bound her securely. Her wrists were tied behind her back and her ankles were tied around the spit. Then Bill inserted the anal bayonet for more stability. Jennifer squirmed at this unexpected penetration. It was quite painful because her asshole was unlubricated. Bill just shoved it in without relaxing her muscles first.

Then Bill and Margaret picked up the ends of the spit and carried her over to the rotisserie and locked her spit into it. Once it was secured, Bill activated the rotisserie and it started to rotate the spit around its axis. Bill blew in a bit more air to raise the flames and then also added some more coals. He had prepared and warmed it up while Margaret was basting Jennifer. Margaret applied more baste to Jennifer's roasting body while she slowly rotated inside the rotisserie.

Meanwhile Bill went back to the butchering block in the kitchen. He lowered Susan's carcass onto it and fetched his meat cleaver. He first hacked off her arms, separating them from her shoulders and then halved them at the elbows. Next he chopped off the hands and clipped off each finger with a clipper. Then he chopped off the legs with the same routine expert precision as with the arms. He separated the legs at the hip joint and halved the legs at the knee. Then she chopped off the feet and clipped off the toes.

Next Bill grabbed the head by its hair and chopped it off cleanly at the neck. He then carefully placed the head onto a silver platter that his wife had prepared previously. It looked quite neat. A head of a woman on a silver platter surrounded by fruits. It was very appetizing.

Bill stopped to admire his work for a moment and then continued to work on the remaining torso. He quartered the torso and cleaned up the mess. The heart and liver was kept, and he also put aside the ovaries and womb, but the rest of the internals was disposed off into a bin. He carefully trimmed the rib bones from the ribcage and also trimmed off the fat tissues from the belly meat. And last but not least, he carved out the cunt steak and carefully placed it onto a small plate.

Satisfied with his work, he left the kitchen to check up on the roast. Margaret was still basting Jennifer who had turned golden brown in the meantime. It also smelled deliciously and Bill's mouth started to water the second he smelled the soft aroma of the roasting girl.

Margaret gave him the brush to continue the basting when he arrived. She then went into the kitchen to work her wonders in the kitchen with the freshly butchered meat. Margaret was an excellent chef who had studied the fine art of cannibal cooking for several years when it first became popular. She had attended the first cannibal school founded by a master chef called Dolcett and had graduated top of the class.

Margaret entered the kitchen and shook her head seeing the mess her husband had left behind. He had never been good at cleaning up after himself. She always had to clean up his mess. Margaret smiled inwardly. She imagined how helpless Bill would be if she had actually had to be butchered for the party. He wouldn't have been able to pull it off. Bill was a good cook as well, but he would have had trouble cleaning up afterwards. He was a man who needed to have a woman in his life. Without her, he would have been lost and unable to cope. Margaret was proud to be that woman in his life. She loved him very much.

Margaret started to clean up the mess. She could not work if it was so messy. It just didn't feel right and she wouldn't be able to do her best in cooking the gourmet dishes she had promised her husband.

The first dish she cooked was cunt in mint sauce. The whole cunt is served together with clit and labia soaked in a delicate mint sauce. It was put on a bed of kale, some kind of large leafed lettuce. This small dish was of the highest quality.

The thigh hams were served with a delicate honey glaze, where the delicious honey was mixed with brown sugar and a hint of rosemary. The breasts were cut off and put on a platter. Margaret took care to ensure that the nipple was up to preventing it from flattening. This looked great and would also taste deliciously. A pineapple ring was placed around the nipple and it was served in a raspberry liqueur sauce.

Margaret's expert hands created these and many more dishes. Her cooking skills were exceptional and her presentation skills unrivalled. Every dish looked mouth watering. When she was finished she checked back with her husband who was still basting Susan on a low fire. Her body had already turned golden brown and smelled heavenly. She stood there for a moment to breath in the wonderful aroma, and enjoyed every bit of it. Then she turned to her husband and told him to set up the tables and chairs. The party guests were due any second and Margaret quickly checked that they had enough beverages in the storeroom.

Then the guests arrived. One by one they turned up. Soon everyone was present. The party was a total success with everyone having great fun with the many sex orgies and enjoying the great feast prepared by their great hosts, but that is another story.

The End