Dolcettes: Chapter Two - The Hilltop Restaurant

DOLCETTES : CHAPTER TWO By DolSade The Hilltop Restaurant Shortly after the fair, Joey and Linda were recruited by an exclusive dinner club. The couple was invited to lunch, by the owner, at which time he and Linda would be shown the operation and allowed to partake in any and all of the pleasures and activities on offer.

Meeting the Marquis

Joey and Linda drove to the estate at the edge of town, on which the Hilltop Restaurant was located. The area was sparsely populated which allowed for privacy and security. In addition, the main buildings were surrounded by a formidable stone fence. As Joey drove up to the main house, he was impressed by immaculate grounds and the majesty of the main house. At the house, Joey and Linda were greeted by a handsome middle-aged gentleman who introduced himself as the owner and manager of the establishment. The Marquis, as he like to be called, asked if the couple would like a tour of the operation, prior to enjoying a memorable repast in the dinning room. Of course the invitation was quickly accepted.

Joey and Linda were led to the main viewing, inspection and selection area where their attention immediately focused on six beautiful young women. Three were blondes, two brunettes and the third was a striking redhead. The girls were adorned in frilly lingerie, which drew attention to and emphasized their impressive sexual attributes. As they approached Linda noticed discrete cards bearing names and brief descriptions of the girls.

Sophia (an elegant looking blonde with long straight hair, a voluptuous shapely body with medium soft breasts and long fleshy legs) European (Free-Range) – 25 years old – 126 lbs.

Bella (a brunette with medium length dark straight hair, plump full breasts with large nipples and heavy shapely rump) Raised locally – 20 years old – 130 lbs.

Justine (a Latin with soft features, long auburn hair curled lushly, petite, plump slightly overweight body with full firm breast and ass) Exotic Meat (Plump & Juicy) – 22 Years old – 116 lbs.

Alana (a slim cute blonde teen with shoulder length hair, pretty fresh face and a lean body with plump full breasts and a wide ass) Domestic (Young & Tender) – 18 years old – 102 lbs.

Kacey (a petite young brunette with vibrant brown hair, cute wholesome looks and an exquisite body dominated by oversized breasts and a bell shaped waist) Domestic (Mid west farm stock) – 18 years old – 98 lbs

As Linda gazed at the girls enviously, contemplating how alluring and sexy they were, a group of men approached. A man dressed in a tuxedo apologized to the Marquis for the interruption and after being excused, showed the girls to the casually clad men providing much the same information Linda had read. The two men responded by feeling the girls’ bodies, groping their breasts and grabbing their asses. One of the men even stuck a finger up Sophie’s cunt; rubbing her vaginal walls and then tasting the juices on his finger while the other sucked on Kacey’s nipple and was rewarded with some of her milk. The examination of all the girls continued until both men expressed satisfaction with selections and left to finalize their reservations.

“Two more satisfied customers.” remarked the Marquis.

“Looks like it,” offered Joey “Are they making reservations for tonight’s dinner and if so, why did they come this early to order.

“This is not like any ordinary restaurant,” replied the Marquis. “We encourage our clients to examine our selections, make their culinary wishes known to us well in advance of the meal so that we can offer them the most pleasing, sensual and erotic dinner experience possible. Our clients can even enjoy all the sexual delights our selections have to offer. In fact we encourage our clients to enjoy all our selections, to the utmost. You may have wondered why this Mansion and the surrounding grounds are so huge. In addition to the dinning rooms, this facility offers accommodations and services for our clients to indulge in sexual liaisons and fantasies with all the girls, here. We hope that while you are climaxing to a sumptuous feast of one of our lovelies, the recollection of your sex with her will propel you to new peaks of ecstasy.

We can offer all services of a regular “pleasure house”. We willingly pay a premium for the most beautiful young women and teens available on the market. We train them to perform the most popular sex acts. Since the most popular girls delay their appearance on the menu, they’re motivated to please our clients to their utmost ability. Girls unable or unwilling to perform adequately quickly find themselves on the entrée menu. And, since a certain percentage of girls are required, only, for their meat, we can sustain damage to our girls resulting from the more cruel passions.

The chefs tell me that the sex increases the production of natural hormones including Endorphins and estrogen that add new dimensions of flavour to the meat. In the end, when a girl is put on the menu her value as a meat animal is often increased.

By the way, as valued employees of this enterprise, both of you will able to enjoy partaking of these services. In fact, Linda, one of your duties will be in caring for our “best girls”, keeping them productive, well groomed and maintained and at the peak of their sexual prowess. Oh, and by the way, our clients include a number of women and couples.”

Linda blushed, thinking how great it would be to suck the pussies of any of the selections and enjoy wild girl sex with them.

At that moment, two tall muscular buxom blondes dressed in leather tunics, short leather skirts accented by metal decorations and high heeled black Patten leather boots entered. The Marquis greeted Ilsa and Morgaine. “These are two of our Amazon Guards. It’s time to take the girls to the kitchen, to be prepared and processed for this evening’s festivities. We can follow them into the kitchen and Head Chef Tyler will run you through their procedure.”

Ilsa disconnected the leashes of Sophie’s and Kayla’s neck restraints from the wall and began to lead to the two girls toward the door. Morgaine did the same with Bella. When Bella didn’t more immediately, Morgaine yanked the leash causing Bella to stubble. When Joey asked about the other two girls, the Marquis explained that they were tomorrow’s featured entrées and they would remain in that room for clients to examine. Joey and Linda followed the group into the kitchen area, pausing at small wooden cage. Here the girls had their neck restraints removed and the girls were pushed into a cage.

Chef Tyler came over and greeted the Marquis and Joey and Linda. “You’re in Chef Tyler’s able hands. Linda make sure that the old rogue doesn’t convince you to volunteer to be on his menu,” said the Marquis while departing; saying that he would return after the tour of the kitchen.

“The meat girls will be thoroughly cleaned, pleasured and processed for cooking, here.” We’ll start with the blonde. She’s a special order for a formal dinner party tonight and she has to be in the oven, in short order. The Amazons will undress her and wash her thoroughly. Of course, all her orifices will be given special attention. First a strong douche, then two enemas with gallons of soapy warm water and then her mouth rinsed, teeth brushed and her throat cleansed. Next, the Amazons will pleasure her with dildos and vibrators till she reaches an intense orgasm aided by one or two cunt specialists borrowed from the brothels.” With a twinkle in his eye Chef Tyler turned to Linda and said, “Of course the flavour of the meat is enhanced by orgasms – the more and the more intense, the better”.

“After the cleaning and sex, the Amazons will tenderize the choicest meat cuts with their special combination of massage, beating and whipping. This may seem cruel, but the flavours are intensified by the release of hormones. Also, vibrators will remain inserted in her cunt and ass throughout the tenderizing process. Alcohol will be given, if requested. This will help dull the pain and add addition flavoring.”

“Finally the blonde will be prepared for the oven. She is to be oven roasted whole and intact for table presentation – face, breasts, cunt and ass must all be prominently displayed. She is to be cooked rare to a golden brown with a minimum of skin damage. Of course, she must be gutted and stuffed, but the wounds of this process should not be evident at presentation. The blonde was selected for her physical beauty – both face and body; therefore presentation will take precedence all other considerations.” “Any Questions?” “If no, please ask the Amazons to start.”

The Amazons removed Sophie to the cleaning area and for the next few minutes occasional moans and screams were heard through the din of the kitchen.

Chef Tyler had an assistant show the young couple the rest of the kitchen and some of the more impressive tools available to the kitchen staff. “No expense is spared in the preparation of our culinary offerings,” bragged the young female sou chef. “The ovens are large enough to accommodate whole bodies easily and we can make use of microwave or convection cooking to hasten cook times and produce succulent moist, golden brown entrées. Special attachments can be inserted into body cavities to provide moist heat which will tenderize the roasts during the long cook times required to fully cook the roasting meat to perfection.”

“We have a spitting machine which can guide a split through the body cavity of a meat girl without damaging her heart and lungs, allowing for live spit roasting. Custom-made attachments are used to secure the limbs so that they cook evenly, with the rest of the torso and don’t char or burn; and to protect delicate body parts like the head, cunt and tits from overcooking or being damaged, an ingenious hood attachment allows us to spit roast a whole meat girl including the fully attached head without singeing the meat girl’s hair and without obscuring the face and giving the appearance that the hair is uncovered. Our custom-made glass roaster allows us to use microwave heat and or moist or dry convection heat to perfection while allowing the restaurant clientele to observe the meat girl roasting to perfection. Properly utilized the finished product looks so much like a live tanned beauty that our cliental are, often, reticent to begin eating, until a chef starts carving the meat.

And the meat is delicious beyond words.”

“Our meat girl fridge can store freshly killed carcasses and prime cuts at optimum condition ensuring choice A-one viands are always available. The carcasses are from our own stock finishing farm and are usually meat girls that are a problem or met with an unfortunate accident. Badly damaged girls or accidental kills from the brothel are also processed and stored here. However demand is usually greatest for prime cut specialty parts like cunt filets, breasts and rumps. We also have a meat counter open in the restaurants where our cliental can choose the cuts they want prepared for dinner or to take home with them – cooked or uncooked.”

“How many meat girls are processed here on average?’’ queried Joey.

“Let’s see”, replied the chef, “We usually have a spit roaster and a live entrée meat girl every evening and we run through an additional one or two dressed carcasses and twenty select prime cuts daily. On weekends we offer an additional spit roaster or roaster in the dining room and use about ten more prime cuts. Our party rooms are usually booked every weekend, so that’s another two or three premium live meat girls for the roasters or grills. I guess that about twenty live meat girls, ten dressed carcasses and lots of prime cuts.”

“What are the party rooms? Sounds like fun!” asked Linda.

“We have two rooms. One is usually used for sex parties. The room is booked for the afternoon or evening. The group can choose a meat girl to entertain them, usually sexually, and then the meat girl is live spit roasted for them and while watching her slowly cook, they can entertain themselves with a group orgy or by enjoying the delights of the brothel dolcettes. Alcohol, snacks and party favors are made available.

“Party favors?” Linda said with a puzzled look on her face.

“Oh yea. You know. Dildos, vibrators. Even whips and nipple clamps for the more devious.” replied the chef. “But back to business. The other room is for more formal gatherings. Usually, a grand feast revolving around a roasted or spit roasted meat girl with a variety of good food and drink. Often an additional an meat girl is ordered and the kitchen uses her choice body parts for every facet of the feast: the soup, the vegetables, appetizers, entrées, even dessert. That’s when we can really show our skills and creativity. I’m sure any meat girl would gladly offer herself if she were able to see and taste the culinary wonders made possible by her body.

“Sounds sumptuous! Almost makes me want to volunteer.” Gushed Linda. “Thank you for the tour and explanations.”

Sophie Prepared

“I think I hear Sophie being brought back and if it’s OK, I would like to see how she is prepared for the oven.” Said Linda.

Joey and Linda turned their attention back to the door and saw Ilsa carrying Sophie in her arms. Sophie was moaning quietly and seemed dazed. Joey let out a gasp at the view of Sophie’s incredible lush body. Joey was captivated by Sophie. He studied her greedily; noticing vibrators deeply impaled into Sophie’s cunt and anus; their quiet hum in tune with Sophie’s moans. The pained vulnerability etched on Sophie’s face brought a powerful hard on.

Ilsa was instructed to place Sophie on a long metal table by Chef Tyler. As Joey and Linda approached the table, the chef instructed Ilsa to stay and assist him and Morgaine was told to take Bella away for cleaning and pleasuring.

“Can you help Morgraine with Bella, Linda? “ asked Chef Tyler. “I need Ilsa to assist me. Joey can fill you in on what I do here. I’m sure you’ll enjoy playing with Morgaine and Bella.”

Chef Tyler instructed Ilsa to place Sophie into a large oval roasting pan. Joey noticed distress in Sophie’s eyes but the beautiful blonde seemed unable resist Ilsa, in any manner. “Sophie’s legs have been numbed by the tenderizing process and the alcohol is making her very compliant.” Chimed in Chef Tyler seeming to answer Joey’s questions. “We need to figure out how to place Sophie in the pan, to best show her sexual attributes. Her face, at least one complete breast, her full cunt and some of her ass should be highly visible. And her body should be in a natural posed position.”

The trio spent the next hour manipulating Sophie’s body in and out of various positions. A pained expression crossed Sophie’s face accompanied by louder moaning and occasional yelps of pain. More sips of potion quieted Sophie.

Finally Chef Tyler seemed pleased with the position Sophie was in. She lay on her side, with her head resting on a metal ”pillow”. Her long legs were spread revealing her pussy with the vibrator still humming in her moist womanhood; a glimpse of her anus and vibrator were evident. Sophie’s body was turned to expose her right side more completely. This pose spread her legs wider and showed her magnificent right breast completely. Sophie winced as her lower back and waist was twisted a bit to show her plump round ass. Chef Tyler called over the other sou chefs and after making some minor adjustments he expressed his satisfaction. ”This is the position Sophie will occupy in the roasting pan. After we transfer her to a serving platter and surrounded by a colourful variety of vegetables, she will be a memorable centerpiece entrée”.

Chef Tyler took a number of pictures to help him repose Sophie after gutting and stuffing her. “Take her to the gutting table and hold her.” Chef Tyler ordered Ilsa and Joey. As Joey lifted Sophie, she began to cry. As if sobered by the events, she squirmed and sobbed for mercy. Even though Joey was used to slaughtering dolcettes, he felt a pang of pity and regret, at the killing of such a beautiful young women. Ilsa felt no remorse or pity, delivering a hard slap to the top of Sophie’s head, which stunned the young beauty. On the gutting table one of the sou chefs made a deep slit into the left side of Sophie’s body. Sophie fainted. Her internal organs were all removed, except for her heart and lungs. A hose was used to clean the body cavity.

Chef Tyler brought a bowl of stuffing over to the table and instructed the sou chef to pack the stuffing into Sophie’s gapping body cavity. Turning to Joey he said, “ This is a special stuffing of vegetables and choice girl meats: whole breast, cunt filets, braised rump. Since our client wants this meat girl presented mainly for display purposes, she will be cooked rare. Most of her meat won’t be tender enough to fully enjoy. But this girl meat stuffing is already cooked to perfection and will more than supply a tasty and tender repast for all the guests. The sou chef filled Sophie’s body cavity and stitched it closed employing the expert technique he was famous for. The barely visible stitches and wound were covered with a tape made of girl meat skin.

Ilsa and Joey returned Sophie to the pan. Chef Tyler and the sou chef, using the pictures to guide them, reposed Sophie. Using cooking twine and metal supports, Sophie was secured into that position. The vibrators were removed from Sophie’s anus and cunt. A new instrument was pushed into Sophie’s anus and Ilsa was asked to prepare Sophie’s pussy.

Chef Tyler explained to Joey that the instrument put into Sophie’s anus would keep it stretched and gaping during the cooking process. “ Ilsa is an expert at getting the labia to engorge to their maximum and with the help of some saline injections and a vacuum attachment the vagina will be displayed spread, agape with the labia fully open. One of our special hoods will protect the head and those spectacular blonde tresses; and she is ready for the oven.”

As Ilsa began her efforts, Joey noticed Sophie begin to stir and moan. When he pointed this out to Chef Tyler, the Chef shrugged saying, “Sophie will go into the oven alive. The adrenaline and other hormones released while she cooks, add flavour to the meat.”

After Ilsa had finished, Joey watched as Chef Tyler talked to Ilsa and she responded by going over to Kasey, who had been brought into the kitchen. Ilsa proceeded to milk Kasey’s breasts and soon return with a bowl of Kasey’s milk. Chef Tyler added and mixed some ingredients to the bowl as Ilsa returned Kasey to the cage. A sou chef came over and using a large syringe, he began injecting Sophie’s breasts with to milk mixture. Chef Tyler commented, “Since Sophie is a Euro free range meat girl, the finishing farm didn’t have time to induce her breasts to lactation. So, we are injecting Kasey’s milk with seasoning and a special gelatin concoction into the girl meat’s tits. This will make them fuller and the sweet taste of the girl milk will add flavour and moistness.” The pain in her breasts brought tears to Sophie’s eyes but her sobs and crying were ignored by the kitchen staff.

Chef Tyler completed his final inspection, the cook then ordered Ilsa to place the hood over Sophie’s head, muffling her plaintiff moans and sobs. “The hood will keep her alive for a while. We will cook her using moist convection heat for two hours and then all the instruments; twine and supports will be removed. Then the girl meat will be carefully basted and browned to a golden tan for another two to two and a half hours. The results will be spectacular!”

Bella Prepared

While Joey was assisting Chef Tyler, Linda assisted Morgaine. The two women escorted Bella to the cleaning area. The room was a large elegant bathroom. A dark green marble Jacuzzi was in the centre, a large enclosed shower stall with three spigots took up the far wall and a massage table occupied the space near the entrance. There were two bidets and what seemed to a cosmetics table, complete with hair dryers and styling tools. “Nice isn’t it?” commented Morgaine as she pushed Bella into the shower stall. With Bella in place, Morgaine began removing her boots, saying, “I’m stripping down. This job is wet and can get messy. You might want to strip, too. Wouldn’t want to ruin those fancy duds. Besides our girl party wouldn’t be half the fun with our clothes on”.

Soon both Linda and Morgaine were nude, curiously examining each other’s bodies. Morgaine’s muscular body and huge boobs impressed Linda; while Linda’s lean toned torso with medium full conical breasts, narrow waist and well-rounded ass, took Morgaine’s breath away. Definitely an improvement over Ilsa, she mused.

“Please undress Bella while I prepare the douche, enema and stomach solutions. The sooner the messy part is over, the sooner we can enjoy ourselves and of course Miss Bella”, laughed Morgaine.

Soon the Amazon returned, holding three hoses and a curious padded enclosed stool. She placed the stool over a large grate and turned on the water. She motioned Linda to bring Bella closer. “Have the meat girl sit on the stool and you’ll find some rubber dildos over there. Get me a couple large ones.”

“We don’t have to pleasure the meat girl before cleanup but what the heck. And, I love the taste of pussy before all those soaps and chemicals are used.” Morgaine inserted a large dildo into Bella’s vagina as Bella leaned back on the stool padding. Soon Morgaine was in action: thrusting, pulling out, twisting, jabbing, pistoning. As Bella’s moaning increased, Morgaine withdrew the dildo and began to lick Bella’s clitoris; suck on her now enlarged labia lips and penetrate her tongue deep into her vaginal folds. Fingers replaced her tongue and penetrated even deeper. A loud moan and gasp let Morgaine know that she had found Bella’s G-spot.

Linda watched in wonder as Morgaine continued working the young meat girl’s pussy until Morgaine turned to her saying, “Get a wet cloth and the biggest dildo in the box. Time to ream her ass and she how much she can take up the old poop shoot.” Then Morgaine wiped Bella’s ass hole, carefully inserting the towel into Bella’s anus with her longest finger and rubbing the interior until she was satisfied that it was clean enough to proceed. “You can frig her while I do her bum, if you want, “ She said turning to Linda. “Let’s see if we can make this sow cum.” Linda joined in, while Morgaine reamed Bella’s ass hole.

Fingers were pushed in hard causing the meat girl some distress. Bella’s moaning and whimpering increased, accented by occasional “owws”. The cries seemed to inflame Morgaine. She withdrew her fingers and grabbed the giant dildo. Looking around Morgaine commented, “Gee no lube. Oh well” and thrust the dildo up Bella’s ass hole. Bella screamed. This drove the Amazon into a frenzy and she continued to savagely piston the dildo up and down Bella’s ass hole while fingering her own cunt. Linda had to restrain Bella’s wild movements. Finally, Morgaine exhaled a loud satisfied grunt and pulled the dildo from Bella’s ass hole. Bella sagged into sobs and tears. “That was great”, Morgaine sang.

Morgaine recomposed herself and grabbed a blue hose. “Let’s start with the cunt and give the meat girl’s ass a chance to recover”, she said.

The large pad at the top of the stool was removed revealing a plastic toilet that Bella was forced to sit on. With her legs spread, the douche solution was sloshed into Bella’s vagina and when Bella failed to constrict her vaginal opening, properly Linda was instructed to use a brush and towel to help clean the orifice

“The enema hose has a valve which will make cleaning the ol’ shit hole easier” explained Morgaine as she pushed the nozzle up Bella’s ass hole. The valve was inflated and the flow of water turned on. Pain etched Bella’s face as Morgaine warned her to stay still. “Don’t cause any trouble or you’ll be sorry!” barked the Amazon as she gave Bella’s ass a hard slap.

“We have to fill her as much as possible.” After a few minutes Morgaine turned off the valve and added, “We’ll let her stew for awhile to make sure all the bad stuff has a chance to dissolve into the enema solution. While were waiting, why don’t we get acquainted?” As the women chatted, Bella fidgeted and sobbed with an occasional tear streaming down her face.

After fifteen minutes, the Amazon positioned Bella crouching over grate. The stool had been removed. Morgaine gingerly undid the nozzle and pulled it out quickly. She moved out of the way while Linda used a showerhead hose to wash down Bella’s ass and legs.

While Bella was still in the stall, she was completely showered and meticulously cleaned. Both Linda and Morgaine armed with brushes, sponges and towels scrubbed the meat girl, finally giggling that she was ‘squeaky-clean’.

All three females toweled dry.

“Next, we need to clean her mouth and stomach”, Morgaine instructed Linda. Bella was given a toothbrush and told to brush her teeth. A glass of mouthwash was given to her for her to gargle her mouth. Finally she was told to swallow a frothy vile looking brew and quickly led back to the shower grate. Soon she was violently vomiting. After a few minutes the vomiting stopped. Morgaine lead her back to the washbasin where Bella again brushed her teeth and gargled her mouth. Finally, Bella was given a sweet drink to ease her stomach. Nothing could ease her feeling of impending doom.

“We should pump her stomach too but since she destined for the split, the cooks will have to gut her. So I guess we can forego that bit of entertainment. Besides, I can hardly wait for the real fun to start.” The words “spit” and “gut her” further terrified Bella as the reality and the closeness of her doom set in but she could only whimper and sob.

“One more douche and enema and cleanup is done.” cajoled Morgraine breaking Linda’s thoughts about what the “real fun” would entail. “We don’t have to be as stringent with the second round. It’s just to satisfy requirements. The meat girl’s, already, clean enough.”

As Bella was led back to the shower Morgaine offered, “Lets give the meat girl a drink. She looks kinda bummed out.” The glass of potion burned its way to Bella’s stomach but soon she was light headed. Her sobs diminished along with some of her fear and dread.

Morgaine was right, the douche and enema were completed, quickly. No Scrubbing. No valved enema. After a satisfying shower, all three females luxuriated in the spa. Jets of warm water, fragrant bath oils and tall glasses of wine soothed their bodies, even lulling Bella into a sense of ease and contentment.

Morgaine eased over to Bella and softly kissed her. The salty taste of Morgaine’s lips pressing on her lips and then the warm tongue darting in and out of her mouth bought renewed hope to the dolcette and when the Amazon’s fingers rubbed her clitoris and sought to enter her love tunnel, Bella pressed to allow Morgaine’s fingers maximum penetration. The Amazon continued to finger fuck the dolcette while moving her mouth to the meat girl’s swollen breast and nipple: kissing and licking the choice piece of meat; playfully nipping at her taut pink nipple and at last sucking the meat girl’s milk tit. A gush of sweet warm milk rewarded the Amazon. And as she continued to suck milk from the meat girl, occasional returning to the meat girl’s mouth and feeding Bella her own rich milk, the Amazon’s fingers once again found the meat girl’s G-spot and worked their magic. Sucking, milking, kissing, fingering continued for what seemed to be an eternity till Bella’s orgasmic climax was punctuated by a loud scream, but still the Amazon persevered. The meat girl climaxed two more times before the Amazon withdrew the finger. The meat girl’s pussy and milk tit throbbed but the pain was satisfying and welcome.

Linda had watch in fascination not knowing what to do. Then Morgaine’s attention turned to her. The Amazon slid over to her and began kissing her. “I hope you didn’t feel left out. Don’t you want to play?” oozed Morgaine and then quickly stuck her tongue into Linda’s mouth before Linda could answer. Linda replied by sucking the invading tongue and rubbing Morgaine’s swollen cunt. Soon both women were exploring sexual treasure sites. Mouths, ears, breasts, tits, clits, cunt lips, ass holes thighs were caressed, licked, pinched, rubbed, sucked and thoroughly enjoyed by the two women.

Linda approached the throes of orgasm. Then Morgaine stopped. Linda felt herself being lifted out of the spa until her ass rested on the rim. Morgaine spread her legs and began licking her cunt, paying special attention to clitoris. Morgaine sucked, pulled and bit on the lips of her labia. Morgaine probed the inner recesses of her vaginal tunnel. Morgaine rimmed her ass hole and penetrated it with her tongue. Linda was in ecstasy.

Morgaine spoke, ”Has anyone ever done your G-spot? I’m an expert. Lay back and enjoy the ride.” A vibrator appeared and was pushed up Linda’s cunt. “Just warming you up.” For about fifteen minutes Morgaine probed Linda’s vagina with the vibrator; in and out; up and down; hard and soft; round and round as Linda purred delightedly. The occasional licks, nips and sucks to Linda’s clit were a pleasant bonus.

Then the vibrator was removed and quickly replaced by fingers. The finger probed the upper walls of the vagina till they hit the G-spot. “Found it.” Morgaine blurted as Linda felt a chill run up her spine. Alternating finger pressure and rubbing, soon had Linda moaning loudly. At one point Linda looked down at Morgaine and was startled to see the Amazon had push her entire hand Linda’s pussy. But there was no pain, only mounting pleasure. Finally, a scream reverberated through the small room indicating that Linda had reached orgasm.

As Linda relaxed she felt Morgaine kiss her softly on the lips. “Was I right or was I right?”

“Totally”, stammered Linda. “I’d like to reciprocate but no-one ever taught me to do the things you do.”

“Relax. I’ll show how. We have an hour or so. But we have to take care of the meat girl first. Remember.”

“Part of this job is to pleasure her. The head honchos say it produces endorphins and other hormones that enhance flavor. But, hee hee, it gives me a chance to do that I love most. And, there’s an added bonus. Pain and fear produce adrenalin, which is also good for flavour. We just have to careful not to break anything.”

As they looked back at Bella, they noticed that she a finished off all the wine and was chuckling to herself. “Let’s get the meat girl out of the tub and on the massage table.” Bella was helped to the table and a muscular young woman was called in, to massage the meat girl. Linda remarked that the massage was centred on Bella’s large muscle masses – tights, ass, shoulders, etc. and was severe.

Morgaine answered her query. “The meat girls are used to it. They get a good hard massage like that every day and that’s increased, as they get closer to meat day. I get to do the final massage after we pleasure her some more. The final massage is aimed at tenderizing the meat.”

Bella groaned as her legs were spread but smiled slightly when Morgaine rubbed her cunt. “See she’s not totally drunk and she’s still horny. Her potion and glass of wine were laced with stuff to make her compliant and horny. Let’s see if she can enjoy another G-spot orgasm. I’ll show you how on her”, Morgaine said to Linda.

“But first. Do you want to taste her milk? The meat girls are induced to lactate using hypnotherapy, bio-feed back and if all else fails, hormones. We can sell the milk and of course, it improves the taste and texture of boob steaks. This meat girl’s milk is A-one and we have drain some out. Her tits are too full. She hasn’t been milked in a while.”

Linda grabbed a breast and before starting to suck replied, “Thanks, I saw you milking Bella in the tub and I was hoping to get a chance too. We sometimes can get a girl to lactate, they bring higher prices, and girl milk is one of my favorite drinks.” After Linda had had her fill of girl milk, she rejoined Morgaine standing between Bella’s legs.

Morgaine began rubbing the meat girl’s pussy, saying to Linda, “We better lube her cunt up, a bit. It still seems sore.”

“Yeah, my pussy is still tingles too.” Linda responded while handing Morgraine a tube of gel.

After lubbing the meat girl’s vagina, Morgaine bent over and began licking the dolcette’s pussy. Bella grimaced, at little, as her love tunnel was being lubed but smiled when the Amazon worked her cunt lips and clit.

Morgaine sang, “I just love eating pussy. But on to the G spot. Linda, come over here so you can get your fingers into the meat girl’s vagina. You have to feel around for a bumpy, grainy feeling patch, usually on the top wall of the vagina. That’s her G-spot. A moan or facial expression will usually indicate that you hit the target. Rub this area until the girl orgasms.”

The dolcette squirmed when Linda’s fingers entered her and probed her vagina but when Linda found her G-spot and began rubbing the meat girl moaned quietly until her body shuttered in orgasm.

“OK lets let the meat girl rest awhile with these vibrators in her holes, while you show me your new found skills”, said Morgaine with a big grin adorning her face. Morgaine sat on the edge of the massage table and spread her legs.

“I like your fingering of my cunt, especially my clit. You can start there.”

Linda began working Morgaine’s cunt and with some direction from Morgaine she proceeded to eating pussy, sucking clit, ass reaming and tonguing Morgaine’s vagina. Fingers found Morgaine’s G-spot after some probing. Linda continued to explore the inner recesses of Morgaine’s vagina while the Amazon moaned quietly. Finally Linda concentrated on the G-spot and brought Morgaine to a satisfying orgasm.

‘I taught you well”, gushed Morgaine. Next time I’ll teach you how to ass fuck with a dildo.”

“And speaking of ass fucking, its time pleasure our little meat girl again. Turn her over. Her cunt has had it; so let’s use her ass. Watch me put my fist up her ass hole! Don’t worry I won’t break anything and some meat girls love it.”

After reaming the meat girl’s ass hole and widening it with a small dildo, Morgaine instructed Linda to hold down Bella.

“I’m not using lube, I want this meat girl to really feel everything”, whispered Morgaine as her finger probed the dolcette’s anus. Bella bucked and screamed as the Amazon’s fist was finally shoved completely into her. Then she fainted.”

Morgaine withdrew her fist from the meat girl and said, “Let’s rest awhile before I tenderize our meat girl. You don’t have to stick around if you get squeamish.”

Linda responded by going over to Morgaine and kissing her newfound friend. Both were soon kissing and licking each other’s faces and bodies. They took time pleasuring each other’s cunts till each reached a mild but satisfying orgasm.

Then Morgaine revived the dolcette. Another small glass of potion was offered to the meat girl and quickly consumed. Linda helped the Amazon tie Bella’s limbs to the massage table.

Then Morgaine slapped, hand chopped and kneaded all the fleshy parts of the meat girl’s body except her breasts. After about fifteen minutes the meat girl was turned over, rebound and her backside vigorously “massaged”. The same procedure was repeated with a short whip. The meat girl’s legs and lower torso was assaulted with violent heavy-duty body massage, as a finishing touch. The dolcette had fainted again and was still. “I didn’t hurt her too much and there won’t be any bruises or marks on her body. Put the vibrator back in the cunt and ass hole and get cleaned up and dressed. We’re finished here.”

After redressing, Linda and Morgaine revived Bella, toweled off excess water and sweat and brushed her hair. Linda and Morgaine kissed briefly; checked each other over and after some extra primping, Morgaine picked up the dolcette and carried her back to the kitchen followed by Linda.

Upon entering the kitchen Linda chimed, “Were back”.

Chef Tyler directed Morgaine to put the moaning Bella on a table and then turned to Linda saying. “You appear to done an admirable job. Thanks for helping out. Why don’t you join Joey over there? He’s having a break. There some leftovers from last night’s spit roster. A cute blonde teen, I think. Enjoy.

After a quick glance back to Morgaine and a smile, Linda made her way to the table.

Back to the Viewing Room

Joey and Linda traded stories over some tasty, yet tender slices of girl meat. “I know why I love this life. This meat is beyond description. It’s tender and moist with an marvelous exotic taste,” pronounced Joey.

After lunch, Joey volunteered to help with the preparation of Kasey, the last meat girl. Chef Tyler thanked him but explained that the Amazons didn’t like males intruding in the “fun”. He also told the couple that the Marquis had been detained and couldn’t rejoin them till the evening. If they could stay till the evening, the Marquis would join them in the dinning and they could enjoy the best the house had to offer.

Of course, both Linda and Joey quickly agreed and offered to help some more in the kitchen.

To which Chef Tyler replied, “The blonde meat girl is in the oven now and not due to come out for hours. The brunette, Linda helped clean up, won’t be spitted until the restaurant opens at 4:00 PM. And the cute little teen is ready to go with the Amazons after they finish their break.”

“I’ll call the viewing room and see if someone there can show you around.”

After Chef Tyler made the phone call, he told the couple that they could continue their tour from the viewing room. As Linda and Joey left the kitchen they saw the Amazons escorting Kasey to the cleaning room. As Linda passed by Morgaine, the Amazon whispered, “We have a young one. I love playing with them and making them scream with ecstasy and pain.”

Linda and Joey entered the viewing inspection room and noticed that there were now four girls on display. Moreover, Alana was still present but Justine was gone. The attendant explained that Justine was off, entertaining a client and the new girls were penciled in as the next selections. Joey and Linda examined the new girls.

Barbie (a slim young blonde with huge breasts and a slim waist and butt) Domestic (Organic) – 20 years old – 98 lbs.

Mai Lin (an Asian beauty with a lush full figured body, long straight jet black hair and a delicate porcelain face) Imported from China – 25 years old – 125 lbs.

Sandy (a vibrant redhead with an angelic face and a well formed body but smallish breasts) Imported Irish Colleen – 22 years old – 110 lbs.

The three new girls were also dressed in skimpy lace and high heels and were chained to the wall with neck restraints.

At that moment a man, in a suit, came in and after chatting with the attendant, he walked over to the girls and examined them. He fondled each breast; squeezing them and weighing them in his hand. Reaching around, he rubbed all three of the girls’ asses and stuck his finger into Sandy’s pussy. Then he took a long lingering lecherous look at Linda. After which he thanked the attendant and departed.

Three boisterous young men, in casual attire, entered the room and looked around. Upon seeing Joey and Linda they stopped in their tracks and left.

A few minutes later, an attendant led Justine back into the room using her leash and after reattaching the lease to the wall, he acknowledged Joey and Linda and chatted with the room attendant. Fred the attendant agreed to take the couple on a tour of the “brothel” facilities and answer any questions.

This part of the Mansion had six encounter rooms on the second floor and two larger rooms on the first floor. The rooms were furnished in a variety of motifs, with appropriate furniture for that theme. There were two Victorian bedrooms, a bachelor pad with round bed, two simple but elegant family-style mom and pop bedroom and a plush executive office. The first floor rooms were filled with settees, plush chairs and bed-sofas, which could be easily rearranged for group parties. And, there was an equipped dungeon in the basement, for the BDSM crowd.

A larger reception room was also located on the first floor near the front door where the girls were displayed and the clients welcomed and entertained. Alcohol and light meals and snacks, including girl meat dishes were available to be consumed, in that room or one of the encounter rooms.

Encounters with the girls generally lasted less than a half an hour. Business was brisk especially in the evenings and on weekends. The dungeon was almost always booked.

The trio proceeded to the reception room. Double doors were opened and Linda and Joey followed Fred in.

The room was large and opulent. Victorian décor. Ornate leather, velvet and satin sofas, loungers and chairs. Numerous highly polished cherry wood tables. And all the accoutrements necessary to give the room a sense of old world money and power.

However, both Linda and Joey’s eyes were drawn to a highly lighted steel and glass display cabinet, which dominated the far wall. Under the bright lights, sat eight beautiful girls, scantily clad in high heels.

After tearing their eyes away from the display case Joey noticed a hubbub around a small bar, while Linda noticed a beautiful full-figured elegant women rising from an ornate desk to greet them.

“Welcome to our humble establishment. My name is Alexa. How may I be of service?”

Fred turned and offered, “This is Linda and this is Joey. They have been recruited by the Marquis, and I’m showing them around. They have already been through the kitchen and have been invited to dine in the restaurant this evening.”

He explained to Joey and Linda that Alexa was the manageress of the “Pleasure House” operation. She would show them around and answer any of their questions. He would leave them in her care for the next part of the tour.

“Can I leave them in your loving and capable hands for a while?” Fred asked Alexa.

“Of course”, replied Alexa.

And turning to Linda she said, ”It’s beautiful here isn’t it. You’re both going to love working here.”

“As you both can see, we have a very cozy setup here. The girls are displayed over there or they circulate and help serve refreshments. Our regular clients can check in, with me, choose their lovely and book a room. If a room is empty they can take her there and taste her sexual charms.” If they have to wait, they can unwind at the bar or enjoy a girl meat snack.” They return the girl after play and settle accounts with me. If there are any problems our Amazons can step in. There are always at least three; two stationed on either side of the display stand and one behind me.”

“New clients are carefully vetted and required to place a considerable deposit with us before they can avail themselves of the services offered here.”

In response to other questions, Alexa offered, “We don’t have to worry about our clients wanting some one special. They know our girls are meat girls destined for the menu. That’s the allure and thrill.

“Problem girls find their way to the menu post haste. Although, the dumbing-down process, most meat girls are put through, sometimes limits their skills and usefulness. But there’s an almost unlimited supply of replacements. We do like imports, especially free range Euros. They’re harder to control but they’re not as dumbed-down and are usually more skilled in bed. And most of our clients find a meat girl with a personality very sexy.

In response to Joey question about the screams and yells coming from the basement, Alexa explained, “Those noises are from our dungeon. Our more exuberant, sadistic clients keep it fully occupied. Four cells, Bondage, Hanging, Whipping, Torture and Other Mayhem. No Snuff. Good fun. We have Amazons down there to keep things from getting out of control. But, if fatal accidents happen, the corpse is sent to the kitchen. We try to make sure that none of the girls are too damaged for the oven or roasting pit.”

When all the couple’s question had been answered, Alexa invited Joey and Linda roam around the room. They examined the girls. All young. All beautiful. Joey couldn’t resist. He passed his talented hands over the breasts, rumps and thighs of all the girls. They all were in Grade A Prime condition. Premium Meat.

Alexa had the bartender offer drinks and a snack, a plate of real lady fingers – sweet and chewy. Linda chatted with some of the clientele including two distinguished middle-aged ladies; there to enjoy what they described as the ultimate thrill. They were waiting for one of the rooms to be rearranged so that they could spend the evening enjoying each other, the sexual skills and charms of both Justine and Alana, tomorrow’s feature entrées; and some choice cuts from the evening spit roaster. They were elated when Linda told them that Bella had been picked for the spit and they were incredulous when Linda whispered some of the details of her part in cleaning and prepping Bella. They had enjoyed Bella in bed last week. Both knew that tonight’s orgasms would shake the foundations of their souls.

A while later, Linda and Joey bid good bye to Alexa, even turning down her offer to view some of the empty encounter rooms, before the afternoon crush. They both wanted to return to the kitchen to see Bella spitted and put into the roasting pit. Joey was keen to see how Sophie would turn out and what the presentation platter would look like. And then there was cutie Kasey. She was to be displayed, allowing the restaurant clientele pick their favorite cuts of fresh girl meat. The meat would be immediately cut from Kasey’s live body and cooked to order.

Bella Spitted

When Linda and Joey returned to the kitchen, it was a beehive of activity. They were hesitant to enter until Chef Tyler motioned them in. “You’re just in time, the restaurant is opening soon. The brunette girl meat will be spitted soon and were just finishing the prep of the teen girl meat.

“What about Sophie, ah, the blonde girl meat?” asked Joey.

“Oh, we just took her out of the oven. She cooked beautifully. The slow cooking at low temperature prevented any serious skin damage and she browned to exactly the colour we wanted. With some minor touch ups, she’ll look she fell asleep after a day at the beach. We’re letting her cool down before we plate her and garnish.” replied the chef.

As they looked further into the kitchen they could see the two dolcettes lying on separate tables. As they drew nearer, both Joey and Linda could see that the two dolcettes were breathing deeply with a slight whimper. Bella had her eyes closed and seemed dead drunk. The whir of the vibrators was evident.

Kasey hand her arms across her buxom clutching herself. She would occasionally open her eyes and glance around. She was also drunk, but fear was evident in her eyes. She was quietly humming to herself, almost in turn with the whir of her vibrators.

Linda spotted the Amazons and went over to greet Morgaine, meekly followed by Joey. “How was Kasey?” queried Linda. “Did the clean up and sex, er pleasuring go OK. How was she? Did she get you off?”

Ilsa turned away and Morgaine glanced at Joey and hesitated. Redirecting her attention to Linda she whispered, “Oh, the little teen girl meat wasn’t a problem. We had to do everything three times and we had to pump her stomach because she’s tonight live parts girl. She was too pooped by the first cleaning to really get into the fun. We got her to orgasm four or five times. But she wasn’t performing for us. Ilsa didn’t want to play much. I really missed you Linda. Que sera sera.”

Before Linda could reply, Chef Tyler yelled at the Amazons to bring over Bella. As Moraine carried Bella to a table Morgaine turned to Linda saying, “They gave the meat girl some marijuana cookies to quiet her down and that, with the booze, knocked her out.”

Bella was placed on the table and Chef Tyler came over with another chef carrying a large chef knife. “Were going to gut the girl meat here. The early comers like to watch the spitting but don’t always appreciate seeing guts roll out. We’ll sew the opening shut and seal it with some of our special girl meat skin tape.”

When the knife cut into Bella, she came to, screaming. The Amazon had to restrain her while the chef finished his ghastly job. The heart and lung were left in and the major bleeders tied off or taped. Bella was to be spitted and roasted alive. The wound was sealed and Ilsa carried the moaning, crying meat girl to the area where she was to be spitted. Bella was placed on a steel table facing a large window. Clientele on the other side could watch the show while sipping their drinks, at the bar.

Linda and Joey watch in fascination while the Amazons positioned the meat girl face down onto the table with her lower waist resting on a metal wedge and her torso sloping downward. Helpers belted restraints to her ankles and wrists securing the sobbing meat girl to the table. Her head rested on a short padded raiser at the head of the table. Her head was pulled back by Ilsa so that her open mouth was in line with the meat girl’s ass hole and vagina. The chef removed the vibrators from Bella’s ass hole and vagina. He applied olive oil to the meat girl’s anus and the tip of the spit and then began pushing it into the crying meat girl. The pole went in easily and advanced through the cavity. The chef feigned having difficulty, to put a show for the onlookers. The pole approached the heart and lungs. A misstep here and the girl meat’s heart or lung would be perforated causing her quick death. The chef used his vast expertise to bypass these obstacles. Bella screamed in agony as the tip of the spit tore into her throat. A helper felt for the spit coming up the girl meat’s throat, while Ilsa restrained Bella’s movement and positioned her mouth so that the spit could emerge. With a final push the tip emerged from the meat girl’s mouth. Applause broke out. Other helpers inserted a cunt post into the meat girl’s vagina and attached it to the spit. This would keep the meat girl from flopping around and slipping on the spit while she turned on the rotisserie. Additional skewers and supports secured her legs and arms into roasting position. Chef Tyler inspected the meat girl and when he was satisfied that all was in order, he ordered the Amazons to carry the meat girl to the roasting pit.

The roasting pit was in the restaurant. It was large a barbeque. It could easily accommodate any meat girl. It was built with three glass sides, providing maximum viewing for the restaurant patrons. Since it was receded into the wall, it was shielded by a large glass floor to ceiling window. This allowed patrons to see the pit without the discomforts caused by the heat of the roasting oven. There was a door beside the pit that allowed access to the kitchen staff and room around the pit for staff to baste and tend to the meat.

Bella was carried into the pit area by the Amazons, each holding an end of the spit. Anyone close enough could notice her wild darting eyes and grimacing face. She was moaning quietly.

The spit had been designed to provide air, using tiny breathing holes in the top end of the pole around the neck - throat area and an air pump discretely attached to the upper end of the pole, all but invisible to the unknowing eye.

The Amazons placed the meat girl into place and a chef insured that all the proper connections were made. He adjusted the burners to insure that the meat girl’s head was over a cold spot. The special hood would be put over Bella’s head and the roaster properly readjusted to facilitated complete cooking of the meat girl, after she had expired. A special flame and heatproof wig had been put over the meat girl’s hair before they brought her to the pit. It would look as if her hair was freely blowing and billowing in the heat currents but final presentation of the cooked meat girl wouldn’t be marred by singed hair.

Apple wood chips were added to give the proper smoked flavour. Final adjustments were made and the chef departed. The restaurant patron could watch Bella cook to perfection with the added bonus of seeing her expire before there eyes. No wonder the tables closest to the pit were more a lot more expensive and usually reserved for wealthiest patrons.

Kasey Prepared

With Bella spit roasting in the pit, the kitchen staffs’ attention turned to the last meat girl. Kasey was still in fetal position with arms wrapped around her torso. Her magnificent over sized breast were uncovered and she was still quietly humming to herself. Terror showered on her face and in her eyes. Clearly she had seen and heard Bella being spitted and was all too aware that she was next.

Chef Tyler beckoned Linda and Joey to join him as he walked over to Kasey with another chef.

“This is Chef Anton. He’s in charge of the live meat station. He’ll do the final prep of the last neat girl and carve our patrons choices in the restaurant before their eyes. Then he’ll see to it that their choice cut is prepared in their requested manner. He’ll also endeavor to have the meat girl stay alive as long as possible and remain presentable.”

Chef Anton studied Kasey and then turned to Joey, “Please get this meat girl a drink. She needs some fortification. Over there.”

When Joey returned with a decanter and a cup, the chef poured a large drink and said, “This is a mixture of brandy and natural herbs and spices. The alcohol will make the meat girl drunk and hopefully less morose and of course flavour her meat. Like a marinade. The herbs and spices are added to boost her sexual libido, you know make her horny; relieve some of the pain she will suffer and add flavor to her meat.”

As the chef spoke, Joey studied the meat girl. ‘Yes she definitely top grade and well raised. Even though she was young, her breast and ass were plump and look delicious. Her breasts were magnificent – enormous, shapely (round with a little sag which empathized their fullness), dominated by large pink nipples that were erect and glistening. They were, obvious, milk swollen. Her thighs were muscular but not overly taught. She hadn’t been allowed to roam much; the meat there would be tender and juicy with some expert preparation. Her cunt filet was a work of art. The labia were engorged and had been stitched back in a butterfly pattern. The small mounds of the clitoris were prominent. The vibrator still inserted in her cunt was working well. Some lucky patron would dine well tonight.

But she was too “with it” to be totally farm raised. His dolcettes wouldn’t be so emotional or get that scared. Alexa had mentioned that they liked less dulled, more vibrant livestock. Maybe, that was why they had acquired her. Regardless, patrons who chose to dine on this meat girl tonight would be in for a treat!’ he thought.

Linda asked, “What happens next?”

“Well”, replied the chef, “ Almost all prep has been done. You can get those high heels and put them on her feet and those frills can be put on her wrists. Put one or two flowers in her hair.”

“We’ll put her on that decorated cart and wheel her through the restaurant, allowing all the patrons to get a good look at her. And then we’ll take her to the live meat station and restrain her. I can hang her, by her arms, in a number of ways, depending on her best features, to make the best impression. We have a series of small spotlights I can direct at certain parts, to highlight or emphasize them. And, of course, I will change things throughout the evening, as cuts are ordered.”

“This meat girl’s best features are undoubtedly her breasts. I will make them the initial focus of the display. I have already made some plastic replica of her best choice cuts, including her breasts. As I carve our patrons orders, I can use these to fill to void. That way all the restaurant patrons can continue to enjoy the display and the display doesn’t get too gruesome. The replicas will also mitigate some of the damage and trauma to the meat girl, keeping her alive longer. The replica parts are colored a dark tan, golden brown in culinary terms, to indicate that cut has already been ordered and harvested.”

“Which reminds me, this meat girls right breast and cunt filet have already been preorder at a premium price, so I’m going to draw lines around them to indicate to our patrons that these choice cuts are no longer available but they can still view them, until they are removed to the kitchen. I’m sure you’ll both agree that our patrons will enjoy viewing both those cuts as long as possible, especially that magnificent pussy.”

“I’m going to remove the vibrator from the meat girl’s cunt and replace it with a small plastic cylinder we have, so the vagina will appear to be agape. No will be able to see the small stitches spreading the labia open and I’ll keep rubbing it periodically to keep it engorged.”

“Same with the tits. I’ll tweak them periodically. And, I’m sure the sight of milk leaking down those breasts will ensure that the one still left, will sell, at premium, within an hour.”

“I’m not sure whether I should gag the meat girl now. She is so innocent looking and cute, but her grimacing and pained look detract from that beauty and a gag would obscure some of that. But our patrons love that vulnerable hurt look, down there.” he said laughingly. “Instant hard on or pussy wetter.”

The trio’s attention moved back to Kasey. Her mood had improved a bit. She had a far away glazed look and was no longer humming. Someone had tied her hands and secured them above her head to the table. She was slowly rubbing her thighs together and upon closer examination was rhythmically contracting and uncontracting her vagina around the vibrator. The aphrodisiac and potion were working. “Please rub my pussy”, she cooed. To which Linda immediately complied. Chef Anton had Joey and Linda check that Kasey’s hands there properly tied and then attach a wooden bar to her ankle. He explained that it would make sure that the meat girl’s legs were spread and that her pussy was always open to display. Much to Joey’s surprise, Linda offered to remove the vibrator from Kasey’s vagina and masturbate her for a while. After a few minutes, Chef Anton pushed his cylinder into the girl meat’s cunt. The colour and texture made it appear, to all but knowing eyes, that the meat girl’s vagina was agape.

Joey and Linda moved Kasey to the cart, on to a large platter decked with colourful fruits and flowers Chef Anton secured the meat girl’s hands to a small post at the top of the cart and pushed an ornate wooden wedge under the meat girl’s back elevating her breasts into prominence. The meat girl let her head naturally fall back a bit while Chef Anton adjusted her hands and arms so that she could not dislodge or move the wedge and then he anchored the wedge. Small discrete ropes tied around the meat girl’s elbows pulled arms back, thrusting her breasts out even a bit more. The top of the cart was tilted slightly so that the meat girl’s fallen back head was raised allowing her face to be seen more easily. The legs were left unsecured except for the bar, so that the chef could move them about, to allow interested patrons to examine the meat girl. He made doubly sure that the high heel shoes were tight and could not be kicked off.

After I final inspection, the chef pinched and violently tweaked the meat girl’s tits, explaining, “I decided against the gag but I didn’t like the dreamy look on her face and she was getting too horny. So, I thought the pain of having her tits tweaked would bring back that vulnerable pained expression and decorate her breasts with some leaking milk.”

After wiping a few tears from the meat girl’s face, Chef Anton made his entry into the room. Linda and Joey watch as he traveled a well-known path to the live meat station, Allowing every table and the bar to view Kasey. Chatting with the patrons. Allowing interested patrons close examinations of Kasey; even allowing light feels of the meat girl.

In due course, the cart arrived at the live meat station, where upon Chef Anton released the Kasey and lifted her on to a small framed platform about one foot above the floor. The rope binding Kasey’s wrists was attached to a brass hook at the top of the frame and then the rod binding the ankles was secured to a hook on the floor. A wooden bar was attached to a long post at the back and adjusted to push into Kasey’s rear butt, pushing her lower torso forward so that her pussy was thrust out. Her legs were bowed out using small white linen ropes tied to her knees, making her cunt even more visible. The top hook assembly was winched up, stretching Kasey into proper position. Next, a wooden bar secured to the back pole was pushed into Kasey’s upper back and adjusted to push her breasts out. As a final touch, a bar protruding from the floor was inserted in Kasey’s anus to replace the vibrator. The bar appeared to be an enormous dildo and had been engineered to give the impression that Kasey was continually ass fucking herself.

An assistant removed the cart. Then the chef wiped Kasey’s complete body with damp cloths. Lingering to massage the pussy area and the tits allowing some liquids to drip and ooze from those areas. Bright spotlights were trained on Kasey’s cunt and breasts and a softer light illuminated her face. New tears had flowed but the chef ignored them. It was the look he wanted.

Kasey would be on view for an hour during which time patrons could examine her as closely as they wished and place their orders for there favorite cuts of meat. During the hour Chef Anton would delineate the ordered cuts with a red marker on Kasey’s body. Other patrons could order the same cuts. At the end of the hour, Chef Anton would carve all ordered meat cuts for the kitchen. If there was more than one order for a particular cut, the cut would be awarded to the patron making the highest offer. The waiters would keep interested parties apprised of current bids.

Upon verification that a patron’s offer was accepted, the waiter or, occasionally, a sou chef would consult with the patron, as to the manner of cooking of the meat, often making suggestions. The kitchen prided itself on meeting the wishes and expectation all the patrons.

After providing the harvested cuts of girl meat to the kitchen, Chef Anton would clean the meat girl’s body as well as possible and using his replicas and other aids, he would try restore the meat girl’s appearance. Often he would give the meat girl some of the fortified potion to keep her alive. He had a whole bag full of tricks he could call on to revive seemingly lost cases. And if a meat girl did l slip away he was adept at making it appear that she was still alive.

Fresh Meat

Linda and Joey were wondering how they could keep themselves busy during the hour Kasey would be on view, before the real action. When suddenly there was a hubbub at the door. A woman, Linda identified as one of the brothel Amazons was carrying in the body of a young girl. Chef Tyler came over and after chatting with the Amazon, instructed her to place the body on one of the tables. Joey could see that it was one of the girls that had been on display. She was in her late teens, with light brown hair, a cute innocent face and the classic body type of a farmed meat girl (huge breasts, a round meaty big ass and slim waist).

Chef Tyler came over and told the couple, “There was another “accident” next door. A fatal one! So we have another meat girl to process today. You can watch the slau