Dolcettes: Chapter Seven - Linda’s Last Gasp

DOLCETTES : CHAPTER SEVEN By DolSade Linda’s Last Gasp Linda’s time for some badly need R & R has come. She is all set for whirlwind vacation to south east Asia. She just wants to lie on a beach and be pampered. The Marquis has other plans, so her vacation now has become a working vacation, to some degree. That is a perfect excuse to visit some of the hot spots she has heard so much about and venture into the countryside to explore unchartered new territory.

Abduction and Murder

Only one more weekend and she would be on the sun drenched beaches of the orient, Linda thought, as she jogged around the bend in the pathway. This was one stretch that she would have like some company for, but Lena, who usually jogged with her, wasn’t available. The two had often discussed, that this area of the park was ideal for a kidnapping. It was secluded, but a park maintenance road ran very close to the north, behind a copse of trees, which cars could use to get in and out of that area of the park, quickly. Most runners didn’t venture into that area because there were no amenities and it was part of the longest run in the park. On an overcast day like today, the eeriness and a sense of foreboding was making her very nervous. Moreover, Lena and Joe were acting strangely. They had both, separately, cancelled their monthly session of fun and games in the Mansion party room although it had been free, without any real excuse. At the time, she thought, maybe, Lena and Joe were going out together on a couples date and didn’t want her along. Since the birthday surprise, the threesome’s bond had become strong but all three of them interacted differently. It was common for Linda to date Joe or for the women to have a girls’ night out or for Joe to take out Lena or any other combination and no one felt left out. But lately, it seemed that Joe and Lena had become a couple without her, especially the past week. She could never get either of them to do something with her and they seemed to always politely rebuff her when she saw either of them. It was like they were mad at her, for some reason. But, Linda couldn’t come up with a smallest reason for them to be cross with her. She wondered if either of them would wish her a Bon Voyage, before she left on Monday.

Then the nightmare happened, a man in a black balaclava stepped out of some brush and pointed a gun at her. He pointed up the hill and at gunpoint forced her to climb to the park maintenance road. A car was parked there, partially camouflaged, and Linda was forced into that car. She was handcuffed with a plastic binding and a hood put over head and told her, “Don’t make any trouble or your dead meat.” Linda slumped into the seat, terrified.

She was driven to a cottage; about an hour away, she estimated and tied to a bed in a small rustic room. Then she heard voices muffled by the cloth over head but distinctly enough to make out the words. “Was she any trouble?” “Hell no.” The man who had taken her replied. “It was just like you said. The road took me to the spot on the map and I waited. The cunt came by, just as you said she would, almost right at the time you said she would. There were no other joggers around. And when I shoved the gun into face, she did exactly what I told her to do.”

“You did good. Here’s your money,” A women’s voice Linda thought. “Now take off. You never saw us before and won’t ever try to find us, again.”

The man replied, “Sure lady. Nice doing business. It was the easiest ten grand I ever made.”

The car pulled out and Linda could hear the couple arguing.

“Are you positive all the arrangement have been made. Your former bosses were pretty pissed off at you when you left?” the male questioned.

“Yea everything is set. They were pissed to hear from me, but I spoke to the thing that speaks loudest to them, their greed. And when I told them that I would supply them with a grade A-one meat girl, a truly beautiful grade A-one meat girl, at no cost to them, if they made arrangements to get her out of the country quietly, with no questions asked, and guaranteed that she would be spitted alive and roasted alive,” the woman answered.

Linda cringed and couldn’t believe her ears. The abduction was not for rape or even a white slave trader. Someone was selling her as a meat girl. No, someone was giving her away as a meat girl. Why? The woman continued, “And here is the best part. They said they would forgive me for leaving and said that I had shown that I really was loyal. Fat chance. And I could come back to my old job whenever I wished. Ha, can you believe that? They must think I’m a blonde bimbo with no brains. They would do worse to me than we’re asking them to do to this piece of meat.”

Linda thought the voice was vaguely familiar, maybe one of her customers?

“But here’s the best part. They had me call them back later and when I called, they said that they had had an order, to ship up a girl for a catered party, this morning. You know something special. Had to be primo quality and, most of all, a world class beauty. They said they had to turn it down because their supply was tapped out by the festival. They said they were taking me at my word that we had a real beauty and said if I was serious, I should take the meat girl to the caterer. They figured that they didn’t have much to loose. If I didn’t show up, they were coming after me. Me, not us, isn’t that nice. And if we did, we would be amigos again. They had spoken to the caterer and he insisted that the meat girl be cleaned up. Really cleaned up, pleasured and spitted alive so that she could be put on the barbeque immediately. He said he had a dolcette but his clients had rejected her at the last minute, because she didn’t have the looks. But if our meat girl was acceptable, he would roast her and pay us the bonus, his client had promised. But he had to show his client a live, already spited, roaster on his rotisserie. And he and his staff were too tied up to prepare a new meat girl that morning. He insisted that if the meat girl was not there by 3:00 o’clock, it would be too late. Of course I agreed that we would prepare the girl and deliver her to the caterer.

I have to call them, after we finish the prep, to get the address. Isn’t that great. We not only get revenge on the piece of meat. But we have time to enjoy her while we process her. We can make her suffer as much as we want, as long as she remains alive in the oven, for a few minutes. Isn’t life grand.”

Linda couldn’t believe her ears, not only were they talking about making her meat, a thought that was making her pussy wet; but the woman was starting to really sound like Lena. The circumstances did match her situation on the islands, to a tee. But after what Lena had told them about her life as a meat girl, there was no way she would do something similar to what was being talked about. And what grudge did her captors have with her and who were they.

Then the man interjected, “That asshole we hired must be out of range now, so we better move the meat as we planned.”

Linda was dragged to a car and relocated to another cabin a few miles away and this time ended up in a bathroom tub. On the way over the couple engaged in a conversation about what to do with her.

“You do know how to spit meat girl so that she is still alive after, don’t you? A farmer, like you, must have done it lots of times?” the female asked. “Well, yes and no. I have never actually spitted a meat girl alive before but I’ve seen it done, lots of times and I know the anatomy. I’m sure I can do it”, a voice Linda thought was beginning to sound like Joe replied.

“Let’s see, we gut the meat girl from the sternum to just above the pubis and take out the guts making sure the heart and lungs are left in” A messy job, but not that hard. Oh yea, we should make sure we don’t tear or rupture the intestines or there will be shit everywhere, literally. Next we clean the body cavity and stop the bleeders. Or we have bloody mess, haa haa. Lets see the anus should already be clean. We are spitting her in her ass aren’t we? Yeah…… OK, Then I guess we just push the pole into the butt and push. We have to avoid the lungs and heart. I think, since the cavity is empty, that shouldn’t be too hard. The cavity is empty isn’t it? They never said anything about stuffing did they?”

“Yea, you’re right. We don’t know if they want stuffing and if they do, we don’t know what kind.”

“They’ll have to do that themselves, if they want the meat girl stuffed.” came the female voice. There was no way it could be Joe and Lena, thought Linda and started considering anyone else who had a grudge against her. When she honestly came up with no one, she ran through a list of people who could make money off her plight. She started with the Marquis, but she was a lot more valuable to him, in the long-term, alive and the couple had said they were supplying the meat girl gratis. Finally, she concluded that the couple were strangers that she had irked in some way. And curiously, she was getting off on the terror of the impending rape and the prospect of being eaten alive was making her pussy so wet that she had begun rubbing her thighs together.

“If the body cavity is open, it a piece of cake. You can help me guide the pole past her vital organs and I will carefully push it out the mouth. You can handle that can’t you? You won’t get squeamish, looking into the body, will you? No answer. I know its tough. And, it brings back nightmares. But you said you would make yourself strong. We can’t back out now. That hateful bitch Linda connived behind our backs and got us both fired, by ratting on us about the party room. And there is no way in hell I’m going to let her wreck my life more. I’ll kill her myself if I have too.”

That was the clincher. It was Joe and Lena. Fired? Linda was at a loss; she hadn’t done anything to get them fired. She would explain that and things would be OK. She was relieved but a little disappointed that her little fantasy was not going to happen. She spoke, “Is that you Lena and Joe? Tell me that this is a game. You guys aren’t serious. I didn’t do anything, let alone get you fired. Talk to me. Untie me and take this hood off.”

No reply. The couple never said a word and Linda, once again, got real scared and her pussy got real wet.

Linda had her hands tied to the showerhead and then the hood was removed. It was Joe and Linda. Her best friends weren’t talking to her and every time Linda spoke, one or the other slapped her or pinched her and told her to be quiet.

Linda was quiet as the two cut off her clothes.

Lena and Joe stripped and showered her silently. A brief debate insured over the matter of the enema. Joe was scolding Lena for forgetting to bring an enema kit with a valve-stopper control to hold the spigot up into Linda’s asshole so that they could pump in enough water to really torture her. In the end Joe settled for an ice water enema solution, “I’ve heard some women stick ice cubes up their vaginas to get themselves off. That sudden gush of cold must be a blast. If it goes into Linda, I’m sure she’ll freak.” Lena pleaded her case. Joe got an enema kit and in went the ice water. The cold water was a shock and Linda screamed, not really knowing if her ass hurt or not, but figuring a loud scream was appropriate.

Lena did the douche roughly and aside from a perfunctory gargle, the mouth was ignored.

Then the ex-friends taunted Linda about what they would do to pleasure her.

“Were going to eat your cunt. You’re a dolcette now and I’ve always craved girl meat sushi, and now I get it, “ menaced Lena.

“I want your tits Linda. I always liked them, even when we were in high school but I thought you would freak out, if I ever enjoyed them the way I like. You know, kind a like the way I use Lena’s. But today I can go to town. I would dearly love to bite one off and make my own marinated tits but the caterer wouldn’t like that, so I promise I’ll a stop biting before your tit comes off. Too bad there’s no milk, I always wondered if I would ever get a chance to milk you and if your breast milk would be as sweet as Lena’s. Guess I’ll never know.” Chimed in Joe

Lena and Joe pleasured Linda. They made love to her body in all the old ways, sometimes a bit rough, but nothing overly painful till all three were lost in passion. They were on autopilot enjoying the sensations that they had become accustomed to, in the well-practiced routines that they had used over and over again. Playing each other’s most sensitive and erotic assets like virtuoso musicians. All three climaxed spent and exhausted.

“Just like old times. One last time. But we have to get a spit. I’m sure I can get one at the hardware store in that small town we came through.” commented Joe What. You’re still hot. And, the tub is too uncomfortable. OK lets take her in the bedroom and pleasure her till you cum, Lena”

Lena and Joe tied Linda to the bed and taunted her; pinching her nipples and sticking one or two pins into them, saying, “No syringe either. Next time we should make a list.”

A reaming of the anus was accompanied by a cold metal kitchen utensil handle being thrust into Linda while telling her, “Just think in a few minutes the real thing will be pushed all the way through and then you’ll truly be girl meat.”

The threesome made love again, in their familiar ways, bringing each other to ecstasy. And as Joe and Lena sensed that Linda was reaching the peak of her climax, they stopped and taunted her again. Joe mounted Linda one last time and began assaulting Linda’s pussy with powerful deep thrust that rose to a crescendo of speed and force. Joe sensed that Linda was climaxing. This was to be Linda’s ORGASM.

Joe wrapped his hands around Linda’s neck and road her wildly until Linda’s body spasmed in ecstasy and went limp. Linda felt a powerful ORGASM convulse her vagina, as she gasped for air and then her world went blank. Her thrusting hips slumped to the bed and only Joe’s hand kept her head from slumping to the pillows. Joe released his hand from Linda’s throat and Linda’s head hit the pillow. Linda was unmoving, dead to the world.

A couple of minutes later Linda felt hands getting rubbing her face and heard a worried Lena saying,” Joey, your sure she’s OK? She’s breathing isn’t she? If she’s hurt, I’ll never for given my self”

“Relax, you of all people should know that I know what I doing. I went easy on her. I don’t want to be the next dead body, here.” Joe laughed.

Linda coughed and opened her eyes to see her worried lovers gentling rubbing her body, trying to rouse her. Then she saw Lena break into a smile saying. “Oh, you’re all right, Kiddo. You had me worried for a moment. Did you like our bon voyage present? Joey said you always fantasized about being a meat girl and being spitted and roasted alive and I always wanted you to have an asphyxia orgasm, so we came up with plan. You aren’t mad at us are you?”

Linda coughed and was ready to launch into a tirade. But, instead, she cleared her throat and gasped, “I knew what you to were up, to all along.”

Lena breathed a sigh of relief and broke into a broad smile saying, “Sure you did, Kiddo. Sure you did.”

Joe laughed too.

Lena applied some analgesic salve to Linda’s neck saying that it was what she used and it would help with the soreness.

Linda, Lena and Joey relived the afternoon, explaining how they had felt at various time and Joe and Lena explained how they had set things up. The conversation continued over dinner, with Joey and Lena treating Linda to the bon voyage dinner and then they all went back to Lena’s place. Revitalized, they engaged in a bon voyage love fest to send Linda on her vacation.

Steamy Oriental Nights

Linda was on her way. Lena and Joe had seen her to airport and the big jumbo jet was in the air. She relaxed and relived her abduction experience in her mind. Yes, she had been scared, witless at times. The feeling that she was being betrayed, by her best friends, was a shattering experience but the profound jolt at the end more than made up for the angst. The prospect of being dolcette did make her wet. She was a lot more turned on, than she would like to have admitted. Ultimately she realized that one would have to be an idiot to want such a thing or at least dumbed down to allow it. She supposed that the farming process, the genetic modification of the meat girls, the conversion process and the calming elixirs were supposed to accomplish that. But, was the process that effective? She remembered Lena’s story all to well. But in the end, she was too deeply embedded in the industry and only a powerless little peon, so she decided it was best to squelch her discomfort and live her good life to the max.

As to her strangulation, well she really had gotten off. One of the best orgasms she could remember but she wasn’t sure it was worth it. The necessity of putting on make up to cover the bruises, even Lena’s special make up, was enough to put her off. But, she could definitely see how one could continue to flit with the danger, over and over again. Even knowing what was going to happen, was a pussy wetter, when one felt death breathing into her face, waiting to take her. The real thrill of a painful death omnipresent through all the fucking. Linda wasn’t sure she was ready to face that thrill over and over again. In the final analysis Linda felt it was like playing Russian roulette. She felt concern for Lena, but her friend was a big girl, and would make her own choices.

But over it all, Linda couldn’t wait to hit the beaches and most importantly see what debauchery she could get up to.

The plane landed and one of her bags was missing. Not to worry. Only a mild problem but the airliner was making things difficult for her. When they finally managed to locate it, Linda was delayed. Her holiday became a nightmare of mistakes and problems. Her taxi driver argued with her when she refused to pay the fare he was charging. She had noticed that the driver had circled a couple of blocks, and out of principle, she wasn’t letting him rip off another rich tourist. She was further delayed.

Then, the hotel told her that her reservation had been cancelled because she was so late. The hotel was, of course, full, so no rooms were available. Linda insisted and after much wrangling, the hotel agreed to put her up in a room that had been under going renovation after a drunk and drugged, visiting rock star decided to try to break every piece of furniture in the room. The room was one the finest in the hotel but they could only provide minimal furniture and amenities. Linda would be housed there until another room became available. Linda was tired and felt put upon. The room was to be tidied up, as best it could be and Linda was invited to have some refreshments, free of charge, of course, while things were being set up. Linda wasn’t hungry but she sure could use a drink and when the bellhop took her to her room, she was nicely mellow.

The room was OK. If the staff hadn’t told her what had happen, she might not have known there had been a problem. But when she sat on the bed she realized that the mattress sagged a great deal and there was slightly musty scent underlying the floral air freshener that had been sprayed on it. On closer inspection, the furniture showed signs of wear and damage. Linda sat down into a scuffed leather chair and had a little nap.

The clothes were unpacked, at least those she needed, now, and Linda was dressed in her sexy black cat suit ready to look for some action. She wasn’t going to bring any one back with her or go home with anyone but she wanted to find the hottest place in town, well within walking distance. The hotel, she had chosen, was reputed to be near the “Times Square” of that country, so it should be no problem to find a swinging place. The flashing lights, she had seen during the cab ride in, offered a dazzling allure and the pictures of scantily clad women had indicated that, even though she couldn’t read the language, something sexy and erotic was happening in them. Linda was going to find out.

Linda strutted out into the night and entered a brightly lit bar with lurid picture of semi nude sexy young girls. The place looked expensive. There were even two or three girls in skimpy lingerie gyrating in the front windows. The girls were hot, in an innocent wholesome way, despite what they were doing. Linda had thought the bar would be strip joint, but a high class strip joint catering to couples and even women alone. Safe to go into.

Linda was right it was a strip joint and there were nude girls dancing on a platform stage. The girls were younger than she was expecting but they were gorgeous with pretty oriental faces and shapely bodies. Most had lush curvy figures, not slim body types like Linda. Scanning the room, Linda could see lap dancers plying their trade. She felt somewhat at home. She had often gone to strip bars with Joe or Lena or the other girls and, lately, once or twice, on her own. Despite all the sex and nude bodies she was constantly exposed to, she found she got turned on. Perhaps it was in seeing beautiful women as sensual creatures performing erotic acts, not poor little meat girls being cruelly exploited while they tried to find some happiness, in their final hours. The forced smiles over haunted faces had haunted her, more times than she would care to tell.

Linda ordered a drink and sat back to watch the show. The girl on the main stage, a cute young girl of about eighteen, with long black hair, almond coloured eyes and a pert body dominated by large shapely breasts with big puffy pink nipples, was performing. The little cutie got into the dancing, and it was dancing, as opposed to simply shaking to the raucous beat of the music. The dancing ended with the little oriental flower child launching four pig pong balls from her vagina at the customers. Linda caught one.

Linda sipped her drink waiting for the next performer with growing unease. Eyes, everywhere, were training on her, examining her, sizing her up. They felt like piercing darts. At first Linda felt empowered and straightened her posture to show her breasts in their full glory and smiled demurely to no one in particular. But her strutting was giving way to unease. A waiter came over with a drink saying that a gentleman wished to join her company and pointed to man, four or five years older than her with a pleasant face and well built body, smiling at her. She immediately got up and left. Linda walked around for a while, glancing into some other bars, but at the last minute declined to enter them. She decided that she had had enough and was kind of tired. So she returned to her room.

At the hotel, Linda was greeted by the concierge who profusely apologized for the unfortunate earlier trouble and inquired whether there were any inconveniences that he could attend to and wished her a good evening, remarking that he hoped she would avail herself of all the services the hotel had to offer.

Linda opened the door of her room and saw a beautiful Eurasian girl lying demurely on her bed. The girl was tiny, about five feet tall, with light brown hair and big bright brown eyes. Her face was innocent, a round orb of beauty and charm. She was only wearing a pink frilled nightie that just covered her pussy. Upon seeing Linda, she lifted the bottom of the nightie saying, “My name is Mai, I hope you will allow me to serve you tonight. Your every wish is my command.” Linda was taken aback. She understood the comment of the concierge now. Linda had indicated on her preferences card, when she checked in, that she wished to avail herself of entertainment, but she had put her check marks against: sex – ‘bisexual’; and availability – ‘on call’ as opposed to ‘always at hand’. But what the heck. Her little temptress was there already and she was very tempting.

Linda moved to the bed and kissed the little nymph and then rose to unzip her cat suit. Mai pulled Linda on to the bed instead of allowing Linda to strip and then sensuously and slowly undressed Linda and herself. Mia unzipped the black suit and pulled a shoulder free. While she was kissing the shoulder, the other shoulder was bared. Then it was kissed and licked sensuously. The arms were freed and the black material pulled down Linda’s back followed by wet licking and kissing. The lower body got similar attention. When Mai had removed Linda’s shoes, she licked and sucked each toe passionately. All the while the Eurasian beauty, speaking in broken English, complimented Linda on how beautiful she was. And of course, Linda doted on every word and enjoyed every caress.

Leaving Linda dressed only in the frilly underwear, the beauty began to strip in a similarly style to the dancer in the bar. But Mai was only wearing a nightie. The brown haired temptress pantomimed each and every gesture of stripping off multiple layers of clothes, in the same slow sexy manner the dancer had. Her hands continuously stroked her torso, lingering, ever so long, on her engorged breasts and bright pink nipples. Linda moaned quietly as Mai performed sexual magic on her own breasts and nipples. Mai proceeded to wantonly and brazenly rubbed her pussy in a flagrant display of out of control masturbation, causing Linda to rub her own love mound. Seeing Linda, Mai moved to her and unhooked Linda’s black bra, allowing it to fall away. And then little beauty attacked Linda’s bosom but this time slowly, and carefully as a lover would, trying to raise Linda’s to a peak of ecstasy.

Next came the panties, but disappointingly only a brief moment of love making to Linda’s pussy.

Then Mai mimicked a low sensual, erotic removal of her bra, the one that wasn’t there. She playfully hid and uncovered her breasts and then with them finally bare, went into a frenzied self-pleasuring of her milk machines.

Mai’s next target was Linda’s panties. Mai sensuously drew them down Linda’s legs. After a few seconds of peak a boo with her cunt, Mai threw the panties to Linda. Linda reached out to grab the nonexistent panties, only to catch herself at the last moment. Then Linda broke into big smile and caught the panties and rubbed her pussy with them, then the breasts, then everywhere, showing Mai that her passion was building and she was getting real hot, real fast.

Mai burst into laughter and practically tackled the raven-haired Venus and the two girls rolled around giggling and pawing each other. Mai pinned Linda to the bed and whispered into her face, “Now my love queen I will pay homage to your body in ways you never knew existed.” And she went to work on Linda’s. Very soon Linda was gone. She was oblivious to anything but Mai’s light body moving all over her own and wet licks and kisses assaulting every part of her, randomly, and then in a patterned alternating pleasure and pain. Linda felt her whole body was a flaming mass of sensation. Her orgasm was building, for how long? She didn’t know. And then with a satisfying grunt Linda came. She felt a flood of warm liquid gush from her, a new sensation and then settled back in blissful serenity. In her mind, Linda thought that it was now her turn to please Mai. But the thought drifted away, as Linda drifted off to sleep, totally content, with huge smile decorating her glowing face.

A new morning dawned with a clear blue sky and bright sun. Linda was off, to the beach for sun and fun. Mai was seated in a leather chair peacefully sleeping. Linda had heard her, up and about, earlier and when the Asian lovely had cooed into her ear, “Can I serve again?” But Linda rolled over and slept a few more moments.

When she awoke, Mai was snoozing beside her. Linda didn’t want to disturb sleeping beauty so she went into the bathroom to prepare for the new day and exiting the bathroom only for a few moments, to get her beach wear bag. Linda spent the next hour trying on her various bathing suits, in front of a full length mirror, trying to decide which one to wear and finally settling on the skimpiest, a white bikini with t-back panties. She wanted to make a grand entrance on her first day. Mai, had gotten up once again and was waiting for Linda. But Linda was taking so long that Mai sat to wait for her and again dozed off. Linda left a sizeable tip for Mai, and not wanting to disturb Mai, left for the beach.

A refreshed Linda returned to the hotel, ready for a quickie with Mai, a bit worried that Mai would feel she was abandoned. She opened her door and entered quickly, scanning the room for her tropical treat. But no Mai. No note. No nothing. Then she reasoned Mai wasn’t her permanent roommate and that she had indicated that she wished to have someone available at her bidding. Mai would be there, when she wanted. That way, she could do what she wanted, when she wanted, how she wanted, thought Linda. She cheerfully went off to the bathroom to shower away the salt and sand and to prepare for her next grand adventure.

And this was to be a grand adventure of sex and debauchery. This time Linda put on her leathers. The outfit was her dominatrix deluxe. She had persuaded the Marquis to buy her a special outfit for special occasions and at an astronomical price, and then she had had this outfit prepared for her. It was made of the finest soft doeskin, calf skin and dolcette skin available, tanned to a lustrous shiny black and custom tailored to fit every and accentual every curve in her sensuous body. Linda used the outfit to help her maintain her shapely figure. She proudly reasoned that the outfit had been made when her body was at its physical peak and that if she could wear it and be proud of the image, reflected back from the mirror, then she hadn’t lost anything. Linda hadn’t wore the outfit a lot lately, but her last jog in the park had been to tone her body back to the perfection she felt the suit necessitated and she really wanted to strut her stuff. It wasn’t that Linda felt she looked more beautiful in it, but that the outfit was her personal super-girl uniform. It made her feel confident and powerful. The soft feeling of the leathers made her feel feminine and desirable – a sex goddess. And, the design and accents were her own statement to the world that she was artistic and creative. By the standards of the usual dominatrix costume, Linda’s attire was conservative. Her torso was almost completely covered, and the only concession to sexuality was really the silk push up bra, sewn in under the leather. Linda loved the feel of silk on her body. The skirt – apron was short but to mid thigh, just barely covering her ass, and Linda had learned to wiggle and shake her skirt modestly in such a way that men and women were driven to distraction.

The gleaming leather boots, which ran right up to the knees, did cover a glamorous part of her body and Lena had tried to convince her to go with something a little more revealing. But, even Lena had to agree with her, after seeing the whole finished package that the boots conveyed a sense of naked sexual power, lurking unchecked and unseen just below the surface, straining to unleash its passion on an unsuspecting world.

The lack of ostentatious display, especially the eschewing of dolcette sex parts, like nipples and vaginas spoke volumes, saying that the wearer of this costume was supreme in her confidence in her own sexual allure, that she didn’t need another women’s sexuality to boost hers.

Linda had had her travel agency identify the premier BDSM establishment in the city and reserved their best facilities for the whole evening and night, specifying that the best of everything was to be supplied, for her use. Then just before leaving on her holiday, Linda phoned the house and introduced herself and briefly outlined her position in the Mansion and the influence and power the Mansion had in her country. She said she would like to enjoy the best that they had to offer and could offer some of the resources of the Mansion to back her. She confirmed the reservations but indicated that she thought it might be best if she was allowed to observe a local couple making use of the room, with her watching and a guide to help her with nuances of the action. Further, she stated that the business of the Mansion centred on the use of dolcettes and that it would be most suitable, if the local equivalent victims could be used. She would leave the final arrangement up to them and join them on Tuesday evening.

Linda threw a long white leather coat over herself, called a taxi and set off on her carnal voyage. The taxi took her to a three story cut stone mansion, with turrets and spires that made it look like a medieval castle. She entered through large oaken doors with brass handle, and identified her self to a doorman dressed in a uniform similar to British Beefeater guard.

She was taken to the reception area and introduced to the owner of the establishment. Linda glanced around, surprised that all most all of the men were Caucasian with a smattering of oriental faces, Japanese or Chinese. The women on display were of all races but predominately local girls and European with lots of blondes.

Linda removed her white coat and felt herself transfixed by the stares her way. She politely answered her fumbling host’s questions, but was more intent on the scene around her. Then she found herself being introduced to beautiful Eurasian women with light brown hair piled atop her head in luxurious curves, flashing green eyes and a curvaceous white Chinese style dress with a long slit up her outside thigh and her big breasts barely being constrained by the plunging neckline at the top of the dress. Her face was a harmony of the best eastern and western features, refined to grace and charm. Sophia was her name and she was to be Linda’s guide.

Sophie led Linda on an elevator to the second floor, stopping at a viewing screen on the door to let her see what was going on. “This is the staff corridor. We can check on our customers, every so often, without disturbing them”, explained Sophia. Then the two dark- haired beauties entered a small room, lit by a scene of violence, on the other side of a large panel of glass. ‘One way glass’, thought Linda as her host bade her sit on a red leather sofa.

Linda watched as a couple whipped three young local girls hung from the ceiling by their hands, shrieking and thrashing in the air.

Sophia explained the couple were regulars who booked the room two or three times a month. Linda studied the couple; middle to late forties; the man was balding and potbellied with distinctive mustache. He was dressed to resemble the Hollywood version of a dungeon keeper, in leathers and chains. The woman had mousy black hair, tinted in places, a real bad hair job and sagging breasts. She was also in a BDSM costume; hers was red leather and chains, with her face covered partially by a red mask. Linda could tell immediately that the couple were using real bullwhips and swinging freely to cause pain.

A weeping girl was taken down and forced to suck off the man, and then the man raped her. Or at least to Linda, he seemed awfully hard to be trying to rape the girl, according to his idea of rape. His cock was still not fully erect, so he was more rubbing his victim’s pussy with his groin then anything else. His wife, in the mean time, had another girl down and was forcing her victim to administer cunnilingus on her. But the victim was squirming too much and avoiding contact so much that the matron spent more time administering slaps and pinches to her victim than anything else. Linda was giggling.

Sophia made a quick phone call and a handsome man in his late twenties, wearing a leather bathing suit and circles of chain around his chest, appeared pulling in two teenage girls both nude and lovely. The girls looked like the kind of girls that would be leading cheers at a pro sports event, only Asian in appearance.

“This is Tanko, he’s the master of the cell. He was detained. He will add some spice to the proceedings”, Sophie explained to a bemused Linda. Tanko entered the cell and pointed to the mirror and bowed, while talking to the dismayed couple. A debate ensued and then the couple bowed to the mirror and allowed Tanko to direct their fun. Things picked up. The level of violence rose with all five cheerleaders being whipped, indiscriminately and without a pattern by the two men and woman. Then Tanko took a girl to a cot and did his rendition of rape and mayhem. Linda was bored and becoming unhappy. Hell she could have stayed at the hotel and invited Mai up for treats or the two of them could have cruised the streets and picked up a girl to take back to the hotel to torture. Better fun than these clowns.

The only saving grace was the excellent red wine Sophia was serving her, thought Linda.

After about an hour, Sophie tried to save the situation by convincing Linda to join the fray. Cajoled by Sophia, Linda finally did so, to alleviate her boredom and see if she could salvage her evening. Sophia offered a glass of brandy to Linda, saying that the alcohol would reduce her inhibitions and make every thing more copasetic. Along with the brandy, Sophia offered a herbal bend of spices and herbs to enflame her passions and desire - a sex potion. “What the heck” thought Linda, “I like brandy and I could use some passion”, so she grabbed a big pinch of the powder and dusted the potion over her drink. The drink went down in one gulp.

Linda entered the cell and started issuing orders. She ordered the middle aged man to string up his wife and whip her and got a real verbal blast from the lady, ending with the matron trying to whip her. “So much for that idea”, she thought. Her next target was the overgrown kid.

This time, he was hung up and then whipped by the girls. The girls were delighted and took to the job with a vengeance. But, the five small girls just couldn’t inflict enough pain on Tanko, for anyone’s benefit and rather than Tanko getting hurt, he got horny. The couple were bystanders, at this point, eager to see what would happen. The man kept a close watch on Linda, in hopes that the raven-haired beauty would shed some feathers and the woman was watching her man like a hawk, in case the raven did shed feathers. At Linda’s direction, the girls released Tanko. He responded by grabbing the prettiest girl, a doe eyed lovely with long lustrous black hair and groping her. Groping led to pawing, licking, kissing and so on until he was fucking the little thing. She didn’t seem to mind. She was moaning quietly and arching to meet the boy’s thrusts. The others girls were in a rage and pounding Tanko for all they were worth. Tanko was just getting more turned on but now in a violent way. He came in his sweetheart and tossed her aside and then went after the other girls: punching and beating then. Linda was finally getting turned on. Tanko beat and raped another girl. But this time, it was obvious the victim was suffering. She lay in the corner, in a heap, weeping pitifully.

Now Linda was taking off, she ordered Tanko to string up the girls again except for the two he had enjoyed. Linda then went to work, whipping the three bodies. She was becoming incensed by the screams of pain and horror and the lines of red swollen skin appearing each time she snapped the blade. It became a game, snap and a line appeared. The screams had become a maelstrom of yells, crying, pleading, begging; egging Linda on until Linda heard nothing and everything and her passion mounted. Sophia sent in more brandy, laced with the ashen powder and Linda paused to gulp another drink down. Her thirst for liquid was quenched but her passion and horniness was unabated.

Linda wanted, no needed, more pain. She had Tanko whip her. But, Tanko eased up on Linda, putting on a show, rather than punishing the tourist who he was told was powerful and had to be impressed. When the whip couldn’t sate her growing sexual hunger. Linda grabbed the sobbing girl, Tanko had brought to tears and dragged her to the rack. Tanko attacked his victim, taking every opportunity to make her howl in pain and scream in aguish. He tweaked her nipples, violently groped her breasts, attacked her vagina with three fingers and slapped her, already red, ass cheeks. Putting on a show for Linda’s benefit. Linda showed her appreciation by letting the youth fuck her, for a while. She thrust hard to meet his thrusts and impaled herself as deeply as she could and then she threw the youth off her, telling him, “If you want to cum in me, you better be my slave. Do exactly as I say.”

As Tanko crawled toward her, groveling, Linda knew the youth was completely hers, to do with as she pleased. Next, She lashed at the couple, “If want to play and not become our new victims you better become my slaves, too.” The couple quickly bowed in submission. Now, all in the cell were her slaves. Next step was to become their god.

Linda ordered Tanko help educate his slave. The two got the torture tools out. Clothes pegs were applied to the tits and labia. Then candle wax dripped over the breasts and ass cheeks. Needles were cruelly forced into the girl’s nipples and breast. The young maiden was a mass of hurt and pain, screaming wildly till she passed out. Linda became enraged that one of her slaves was disobeying her and would not scream. She irrationally ordered Tanko to make her scream. Nothing but a whimper.

Linda moved to her next victim. Tanko’s lovely. The poor girl was terrified. Linda bade Tanko make the little cutie scream but Linda could not hear the same anguish in the screams as the other girl. This girl had to be punished for her insubordination and her insult of Linda. Linda pronounced a sentence of death.

The poor girl shrieked and the couple egged Linda on with cries of, “Punish her. Torture her. Kill her. Let the slut die. You’re our goddess, kill her.” Tanko joined in. Again Linda heard all and none. Three words emerged from the din, “Goddess” and “Kill her”.

Linda looked for and found a noosed rope. With Tanko’s help, the little beauty was lifted to a stool and the noose put around her throat. Linda pulled the rope tight and secured the end to a bracket on the wall. Her victim was stretched out taut, her toes just touching the stool. Linda called the older man over and said, “Slave, fuck this piece of meat”. The old guy’s eyes lit up but he couldn’t perform. Linda slapped him away and called on Tanko to take his place. Tanko lifted the girl on to his cock and thrust and rethrust and rethrust until his cum filled the little thing’s vagina and then he crumbled to the floor. Linda went over and put a finger in the cunt and drew some liquid out. She made the matron lick off the viscous slim, with Tanko’s threatening form behind her.

Linda announced that as judge and goddess it was her duty to pass judgment on this worthless creature. She lined the couple and with Tanko facing the victim and she kicked the stool away. The poor girl dangled and kicked, a stream of urine squired out and died down to a stream flowing down the leg. As the girl gasped, Linda felt profound sexual release, more satisfaction than orgasm.

Her eyes went to the face and then focused on the tongue sticking out.

Horror took hold in her eyes. She screamed, “Oh God. What have I done!”

Linda undid the bracket and slowly, somberly left the room.

She found her way out of the house and was walking down the road, when Sophia drove to her and loaded a dazed Linda into the car. Sophie returned Linda to the hotel where the staff, used to drunks staggering in, put her into her bed and left her to sleep off her nightmare.

A Working Vacation

Linda woke up with the mother of all headaches, but more importantly with a guilty consciousness. Her mind was filled with fear and loathing. Foremost, of course, was, ‘Had she really killed someone? Would the police come for her? Would she be in trouble? What would happen to her?’

The troubled woman pulled her self to the bathroom and took a long hot shower and then soaked in her bath for an eternity. The images of the evening before played over and over in her mind. But, fortunately for Linda, much of what happened was lost in a mist of uncertainty. The ultimate question did break into the clear. She did clearly remember, no she could see herself kicking the stool away and watching in glee as the beautiful little girl twisted and squirmed into oblivion. She could feel herself willfully trying to orgasm on the fleeting life energy of the little girl, like an energy vampire.

The images would lead to anguished speculation about her future and her legal status. Would the police arrest her and jail her? She had heard horrible stories about the jails in third world countries. Would she go to trial and could she possible be condemned to conversion status as a dolcette? Did they have conversion dolcettes here? No wait, her victim must have been a dolcette and there was no law against making meat. But the brothel had never said that she was a dolcette. And, she knew brothels often used slaves or even local desperate women. The torment and debate continued all day, as Linda tried to steel herself for the fateful knock at the door.

But, the penultimate question, the most disturbing question was, had she murdered another person? She had witnessed many dolcettes expiring and had participated in too many dolcette preparations to count. But she had never openly and wantonly killed one.

The knock never came and Linda became calmer as the afternoon progressed. She even flirted with the idea of going out. And, even of going back to the brothel to check, to face the music, once and for all, and end her torment. But, in the end she decided to stay put and wait and even pray, although she had never prayed before.

Linda stayed put all day, never leaving the room. She wasn’t hungry so she didn’t even have to worry about food. By the evening her spirits has risen. Maybe the girl wasn’t dead. Maybe she had released the rope fast enough. Lena always survived her asphyxiations and sometimes she really looked dead; or maybe the girl was a dolcette and there were no sanctions against the making of meat. The making of meat was normal. But she had still killed a living breathing being and made that being suffer and experience a horrible death. In the end, Linda decided to pull herself together and endure what ever happened. Linda fell into a troubled sleep but did not remember any of the dreams or nightmares.

Linda awoke refreshed and feeling more at ease. Then she remembered that the Marquis had scheduled a lunch meeting with a local dolcette supplier and a possible tour of a local dolcette farm. There was no way Linda was up for that so she spent the morning trying to postpone or cancel the lunch. She and her contact played phone tag all morning, with no results and as lunchtime approached Linda decided that she had better attend. Besides it was better to get out and live. She couldn’t bar herself in her room all day.

Then the fateful phone call rang.

But, it wasn’t the police. It was the hotel office advising her that a room was now available and that she would be moved to it. She just had to come down and sign some paper work. The final ogres had been banished.

Linda dressed and went to lunch.

Linda went to the five-star restaurant and was met by a group of about ten men and women. She felt a bit uneasy because they were all in business attire and she had wore a casual outfit. A woman, in her mid thirties, stylish and elegant introduced her self as Mrs. Flora Leung or Flora for short, saying she was in charge of public relation for the “Hong Fat” company. Flora apologized for the large turn out, saying that everyone wanted to meet the foreign dignitary and insisted on being invited to the lunch.

Linda smiled benevolently and bowed slightly and was introduced to each member of her lunch party. The formalities were tiresome and Linda soon became lost in the politics of the lunch. Even though she couldn’t understand a word, she could see that two quarreling factions were duking it out, subtlety and with tact. Linda forgot her troubles and quit looking over her shoulder for the police.

Flora kept Linda occupied with small talk until the dishes were served. They would eat Chinese style with large plates of a variety of exotic meats and vegetables. Linda had heard the stories of lamb eyeballs being served to reluctant foreign dignitaries, with the hosts’ expectations that the delicacy would be eaten with great relish and joy. But fortunately no eyeballs appeared.

What did appear was a large dish of what Linda recognized as teenage dolcette nipples in a sauce of human breast milk. Marinated teen nipples were a common delicacy in most posh restaurants at home and she had eaten them often. Flora offered, “This is a rare delicacy. This platter is made of the finest nipples taken from prime stock this morning not like the products in cans or frozen. The breasts of lactating stock are used wherever available and only young stock is harvested. The breast milk was obtained this morning, also, so you could partake of this delicacy at its finest. Linda popped a tit into her mouth and savored the silky rich flavor. It was tender and sweet unlike some of the tough nipples she had had before. When no one else moved to share in the platter, a perplexed Linda started to pass the dish around and watched the lunch partners partake in the delicacy; the way she had thought she would eat lambs eyeballs.

More exotic dishes appeared made with girl meat. Flora was describing each as they arrived. Linda was relived. No cat or dog. The only exotic ingredient was girl meat. But again the girl meat was being shunned. Finally Flora answered Linda’s concerns by explaining that human flesh was still somewhat of a taboo. There were religious structures against the eating of such meat and it was widely frowned upon socially, by the locals. Linda’s explanation that meat girls were not really human but bio-engineered meat animals brought no reply. Linda eschewed the girl meat dishes even through Flora told her to enjoy them and she would have like to savor the exquisite creamed nipples one more time. But she did feel like she was an uncouth, barbarian cannibal at the table.

Linda was full. She found all the beef, pork and chicken dishes flavourful and satisfying. The seafood was amongst the best she had ever eaten and she was an affectionato of seafood, admitting when pressed, that it was her favorite type of food.

With lunch over, Flora led Linda on a tour of the facilities. The Marquis had mentioned that she should see the fattening farm, if she could, because the Mansion had imported some dolcette stock that came from this company and if things appeared OK, they might import more. The hot item on the menu, these days was, exotic free-range dolcette roasters spit barbequed or oven roasted. And oriental stock was only second to blonde European stock as the favourite. He didn’t expect Linda to do a business analysis but if she saw nothing untoward, a full assessment team would be sent out.

Flora expressed regret saying that their farm facilities were in the country and could not be traveled to easily because of the poor roads and rebel insurgents. But that a shipment of girl meat was being ready for shipment at the processing plant and if Linda wished, she could tour that facility. Linda reluctantly agreed. She was a farm girl and she was used to the guts and gore of a processing plant, but it wasn’t her favorite place to be. But the Marquis wanted info, and she felt obligated to get as much as she could. At least she could ascertain what the sanitary and hygienic orientations were and maybe see some live meat girls under going final fattening before being shipped out.

The facility was old but it was clean and relatively well kept. But it did smell. The smell brought Linda back to Joey’s farm so many years ago. But, she didn’t remember it smelling this bad. Linda looked around. There was not a lot of activity. This was a small plant probably doing only slightly more business than the processing operation at the Mansion.

She saw headless torsos hanging from meat hooks, upside down and right side up. The torsos were moving down a line on a conveyer rack where workers were cutting off limbs. Looking back to the front, she saw a bucket of heads. The bucket was a bloody mess. On a small table beside the bucket she saw a line of heads. She studied them, for a while. Then it hit her, these heads all had lustrous black hair and very cute faces. These were the pretty ones. Their heads were to be kept for resale to the premium market. Coming from a bit further down, Linda heard some noise and asked Flora what the noise was. “Oh some new stock has just arrived and they are being cleaned and put on the conveyer. Linda wanted to see, so they headed in that direction. She saw young girls undressing or being violently stripped of their clothes by workers and hosed off.

Linda asked, “I thought you said that your live stock was on the fattening farm and wouldn’t be brought to market till next week. “Flora replied, “Oh these are from the morning auction. Local farmers or anyone wanting unload meat girls can take them to the local market, where they are auctioned off to us and other processing plants. We go daily to see what we can find. But the meat girls are usually more suited to small plants or the local market, much as it is. Usually for the tourist restaurants. We some times find a meat girl that meets our specs that the other plants aren’t interested for one reason or another. Most of the time, we’re lucky to find a pretty little thing that he can fattened up for the overseas premium markets. Otherwise it’s just not worth our effort.

But today our buyers seem to come with some bargains. Oh yea, I just remembered, that shipment for next week. We need some more good quality finished meat girl torsos. A good body shape and well marbled girl meat is of utmost importance for that shipment, rather than pretty girls, so our buyer probably had more leeway.”

Linda saw nude young girls about eighteen year old being man handled and abused and the meat girls were crying and screaming. Every so often, one would try to get away but they were all just to small.

Flora pointed to a man examining the nude meat girls, “He grades the meat girls and decides what line they should go on.” She watched two men assaulting a little cutie with what Linda thought to be a cattle prod, “That guy is pleasuring the meat girl. The contract calls the all the meat to be pleasured at slaughter, to produce endorphins that tenderize the girl meat. That’s really silly isn’t it? Sounds like a something a dirty old man would do, given the chance.” Linda suppressed a giggle and was about to cite a paper supporting that theory, when it hit her, Flora was probably right.

That line goes to the beheading room. The meat girls have their heads cut off and are gutted. It’s real messy, but, I guess a farm girl like you is used to it. We can go in if you want”, that was the last place Linda wanted to go, especially after the night’s events at the BDSM brothel.

Suddenly, Linda was jolted. The little girl she had hanged was being pulled from the group.

She was alive.

Linda pointed and asked Flora what was happening, there. “Oh not much. Our grader probably has been taken with a meat girl. She is a very cute, little thing but not much meat. A meat girl that cute will probably be kept and sent to the fattening farm or harvested here and her head kept. I would guess that a well fattened a meat girl like that would be very valuable on the overseas premium market. She’s just the type we ship to your restaurant” Linda was dumbstruck; her little victim might end up in her Dungeon at home. It was too weird. Linda didn’t want the girl made into meat and she didn’t want the girl shipped to the Mansion. Again she was perplexed and ultimately powerless to do anything but stew.

Linda just went on with the tour. An army jeep pulled up and soldiers unloaded eight small bodies. The staff of the processing plant immediately started tearing off the rags the little teens were dressed in. Flora explained, “Those are the bodies of rebel terrorists killed by the army. They patrol daily. If they come across rebels, a fight usually ensues.

We have an agreement with the government that all female teens killed by the patrols are brought here for immediate processing. It’s a good programme for us and it gives the army so much money that it has been able to increase the number of patrols almost every month”

Linda drew Flora’s attention to the bloodstains on the inner thighs of almost all the girls. “The troops probably raped the live ones. We hear that the government gives bonuses to for pleasuring the meat. Again the dirty old man’s excuse for rape. And there are only bonuses and incentives for kills, not prisoners. But all in all, it’s a good deal; we get cheap meat girls, the soldiers get bonuses, the government gets money to fight the rebels and rebels get dead.”

Linda looked down at the bodies. Cute faces with pain and fear etched into them. Bodies rife with signs of cruel torture and abuse. These were native girls too young to be rebels, violently raped and murdered to make old generals and corrupt politicians a few bucks. They were not dolcettes. But in the end it made no difference. They ended up in the stewing pot like their sisters.

A jeep pulled up, and a woman in army fatigues got out and forced a pretty blonde girl toward Linda and Sophia. Linda was surprised as she studied the little blonde. The girl was about nineteen years old and cute as a button. She had long curvy blonde hair that framed an innocent baby face. She was the epitome of the senior prom queen. She wore shorts and tank top jersey that showed a slim body with nice sized breasts.

Flora conversed with the army sergeant and came back to Linda with the information that the woman was an army sergeant and the girl was a rebel that was captured during a raid on a pirate camp. The girl had been sold to Flora’s company and was to be delivered to Flora’s company’s fattening farm, after being inspected. It was more likely that the girl had been kidnapped by pirates or even the army, from a tourist boat and sold to make a quick and very fat profit for someone. A beautiful blonde teenaged meat girl was the number one be seller all over the world and commanded the highest prices. While the girl was being examined, Flora told Linda, “The girl has to be taken to our farm immediately, she is too valuable to left here. The sergeant was ordered to take her after inspection and I got her to agree to take us up, if you wish.”

Linda was not too happy with the idea, she had had enough, but the Marquis had made it a point that Linda should inspect the fattening farm, so she reluctantly agreed. The sergeant reemerge from the bathroom dressed in her casual clothes, a tank top jersey and white shorts. Linda was impressed how beautiful the woman was. Her oriental face was a harmony of youth, elegance and charm and her body was awesome. Big breasts threatened to burst from the jersey and Linda could see that the woman wore no bra. Her areolas were distinctly visible and clearly engorged. The sergeant’s waist was slim creating a voluptuous hourglass figure and the legs were spectacular, smooth, shiny and shapely.

‘What’s a stunner like her doing in the army, she could be a top model or brothel keeper anywhere.’ Linda thought.

The jeep was prepared and the five set out for the farm. Flora had convinced the Sergeant to also take along Linda’s little playmate, too. The trip was uneventful until about the halfway point, where the road was blocked by a fallen tree. The sergeant, gun in hand, got out to investigate and then the jeep was surrounded by an army of heavily armed men, pointing rifles at them. Even Linda could tell that they were being ordered to surrender or die. The hands of the four females went up immediately and the sergeant threw her gun away and put her hands up.

POWs

All the females had their hands tied and they were driven back to the rebel’s camp, some in the jeep and some in the rebel’s transport trucks. Linda was taken in the truck and found herself being fondled and pawed, all the way.

The females were put and line and quickly examined by leader of the camp. After the senior staff conversed, it was decided that the females were all enemies and had to die. The sergeant had been identified as a army sergeant even though she was out of uniform and Flora had been identified as “one of the Chinese that exploit and kill our sisters and daughters for meat”.

It was agreed that Linda should be provided a translator to terrorize her and let her know that being in the company of two such villains was a mistake that Linda would pay a high price for.

The five females were hung by their, tied together, hands on a beam and then their clothes were stripped off. The soldiers made a point of using their knives to cut away the shirts and any other articles of clothing had could not easily be pulled off, all the while menacing the females with their knives. Of course the soldiers never missed an opportunity to pinch, squeeze, fondle or otherwise abuse the helpless females. Special attention was paid to the sergeant but rather than cower in fright, the woman was defiant and cursed and insulted her tormentors. By the time the females were nude, the sergeant’s body was a riot of blood but only shallow wounds had been administered. The soldiers had been told not to seriously harm any of the females.

As the five females hung, contemplating their fate, three young women were pulled in to the square by soldiers, pulling ropes tied to the women’s joined hands. The women were young and very cute. They we all dressed in torn army fatigues.

This time the girls were undressed and the hung to the beam along side Linda’s party. Linda’s translator offered, “They are prisoners, we captured last week. Our commander has decided to honour your visit by preparing you a feast. A rich westerner’s favorite food is human flesh from young women. These are the prettiest we have on hand, so they were chosen as the main course. I have been trained as a cook by a restaurant that caters to western tourists so I will provide direction. If I err or leave anything out, be sure to let me know. I left before actually making girl meat so I might miss something or make a mistake and we wouldn’t want spoil your last meal.” Linda squirmed as if trying to get away from her new tormentor, her fear and terror growing.

The rebels were assembled and a junior officer seemed to be asking for volunteers. About twenty hands went up and the men were ordered toward the hanging females. The translator explained, “The captain has asked if there are any sexually inexperience men in the group, who would like to examine the army girls. These are the ones brave enough to endure their friends’ ridicule or curious enough to volunteer. The captain has invited them to examine the girls in anyway they wish, to feel the heft and fullness of the breasts, the tautness of the nipple as they respond to touch and sucking, to explore the inner recesses of a woman’s sex and to see her slit engorge and come alive to rubbing and licking, to freely and completely explore any part of interest. However they are not to fuck the girls or hurt them. He has told them that they will get the chance for that pleasure, later, along with all their friends.

The poor girls began to cry and wail pitifully, as the youths swarmed the girls. They were stopped. It had been decided to make sure that the guests were able to view the show. A beam was set up just in front of Linda’s group and the three nude army girls were hung in front of Linda one by one. A soldier was placed behind the three older women to force them to watch the ordeal of the young girls. Linda was forced to examine each girl. All three were similar in size and shape; all were about eighteen or nineteen years old. Their breasts were average s