Dolcettes: Chapter Five - Resort Spectaculars

DOLCETTES : CHAPTER FIVE By DolSade Resort Spectaculars A couple of years have passed and Joe and Linda have both met with success at the Mansion. Joe now manages the final meat girl fattening station, which is the last rung on their trip to the Mansion and the fate waiting there for the dolcettes. Linda is now the senior dominatrix of an expanded dungeon and the associate manageress of the Pleasure Centre.

Faraway, Exotic Places

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

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

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

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

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

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

That evening, as he was preparing to retire, there was knock at the door. The concierge of the hotel entered and offered his best wishes. Then a young woman was led in, on lease, by a bellhop. The girl was about twenty years old with long straight jet-black hair. Her face was a vision of innocence and grace and her skin was a pale white. She was clad in very skimpy white lingerie that looked like it had come from Victoria’s Secret and matching white high heels. Joe studied her body, intrigued by her lush figure especially the full round breasts that strained at her white bra. The concierge told him. “This a gift from New World Traders. They ask that you allow their representative to entertain you tonight and that you join them tomorrow, at The Hunt, here, tomorrow”, and then handed Joe a ticket. After Joe finished examining the ticket, the leash was passed to him and the hotel staff departed. Joe closed his open mouth, returning his attention to beautiful girl. The girl immediately started a slow sensual erotic striptease. She wasn’t wearing much, but made the most of every piece of clothing, rubbing each item over her entire body, lingering on her magnificent mammaries and masturbating her cunt. Nude except for the neck collar, she pulled Joe to the bed. Not a word had been said. Her actions and carnal skills were a testament to intense practice and she fucked with animal lust.

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

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

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

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

The Hunt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The first girl fisted the cunt;

Number two, one upped it by fisting the anus;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crier, boomed out, “We call forth our heroes”, and named them, finishing with Saul the true hearted, the champion of the last hunt. The men, as their names were called, each stepped foreword and stripped nude. Most had visible erections and some were rubbing their cocks. When all were nude and standing in a line, Joe noticed that, in fact, two of them were women.

“Our heroes are now commanded by you, to embark on their noble mission, to see if any are worthy of receiving our blessings of forgiveness and our invitation to enjoy the freedoms of being a human.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Our champion shall be the one with most points.

Our champion will be rewarded with honours and prizes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joe noticed that there were now two more altars.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cooking Up A Fortune

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alex chanted, “Praise be to the creator”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the whole Team B did a better job.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crista intently watched Kim and tried to match Kim’s every move. She showed a lack of understanding of what she was doing but displayed an amazing ability to ape the actions the diminutive Eurasian beauty. Kim next got a thick bag and filled it with small ice cubes from the freezer and crushed the cubes int