She sat staring across the table at the man as he filled both glasses with wine. A year ago she might have called someone a liar if they had said someday she would be having a romantic dinner with Rick Valentine, Mandy’s brother. Patti smiled at him as she sipped the wine.

After leashing Mandy, Rick had begun to regularly come to see his sister. She never allowed them to talk, but just being near each other seemed to please them both. Mandy was allowed to write notes on a small pad he always brought, so they managed to communicate, but life as a ring slave gave the girl little about in which to talk. Her life was the same day in and day out.

After the first few weeks, Patti found Rick and herself spending more and more time together. The first night he had asked her out was the week after the big auction… the night Patti almost sold his sister. Looking back, she could was glad she hadn’t, or else Rick wouldn’t have had a reason to come to her house so often.

Once the bottle of wine was empty they made their way to the bedroom and for only the second time. Rick made love to the woman. She had never been with anyone like him He was tender and romantic when needed, yet he could be animalistic when the time was right. He was clearly the perfect man. He had many of the same qualities that had attracted Patti to Mandy. If she hadn’t gotten the ring, she might have been making love to her instead of her brother.

Rick held her legs above his shoulders as he pressed his cock into her soaking love nest. Neither of them thought about Penny and Mandy in the closet. Patti screamed her passion as she had the third orgasm of the night. Just as she though the wave was over, the lover exploded inside her and once more the wave of passion, which bordered on pain, rose until it crash into her soul.

They collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. Patti lay there with her lover’s seed running out and onto her thigh as she lay on one side looking at him. The woman listened to his steady breathing and new at that moment she had fallen in love with him. She never thought she could love a man like she loved Rick.

Once the glow of the sex had faded Patti said, “I know this is none of my business, but I’m curious.”

He kissed her on the forehead and said, “Ask me anything. I am an open book for you.”

“You have had Nina for a long time, or so it seems,” she said. “I wondered if there was more to you and her than just master servant.”

Patti tensed as she saw his eyes take on a distant look. She was sure there was more and regretted asking, she didn’t want to know. Rick softly said, “Nina was my life long best friend. She had moved next door when I was seven. We did everything together and as we became teens we began to date.”

The woman wanted to shout for Rick to Shut up, she didn’t want to hear the rest, but she said nothing and he continued. “After a couple of months dating we realized something was wrong. We were too much best friends to be lovers.” His eyes filled with pain and he said, “Right after graduation she confessed to me that she wanted to get a ring, but was worried that someone horrible might claim her. She asked me to take her to the club and then put my leash on her. I did. I loved her as much as I loved Mandy.”

Patti thought she saw tears in his eyes, but if there were, they were gone as quickly as they had come. She earnestly said, “I’m so sorry, I truly am. I hope you believe I leashed Mandy for her own good. I know I was wrong in the way I handled the girls at the auction, but Mandy and Penny I truly care about.”

He kissed her tenderly on the lips and said, “I know. I think I kind of understand the draw of the ring. I sometimes wonder if all women secretly want to be ringed.”

She never thought the words would ever escape her lips, but Patti said, “I want one so bad.”

Rick sat up in bed and looked at his lover. He asked in amazement, “Are you serious?”

The woman wasn’t sure if she wanted to say it a second time, but she forced the answer past her lips. “Yes.”

Any essence of the previous lovemaking evaporated. Rick asked, “If you wanted it, why did you take the route you did, luring other girls to the ring?”

“I was living through them. Each time they got the ring I felt it was happening to me,” she confessed.

He asked, “Would you ever get the ring?”

“I might if the person I was in love with wanted me to have it and vowed to take care of me for the rest of my life,” the woman replied, crying.

Rick looked at the woman beside her as if she was a stranger and asked, “If you loved me, and thought I was that person, and took you to the club right now, would you get ringed?”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Am I him?” He asked.

Crying even harder she replied, “Y…yesss.”

He stood and began dressing. He tossed her a housecoat and said, “That’s all you will need.”

Patti looked at the man as if he had lost his mind. She asked, “Are you nuts? You think I am going to go get a ring just like that?”

He nodded and replied, “If that’s what you want. If not, then we can just go back to bed and make lover one more time.”

The woman had put so many others in this same position and knew it was so easy to get a ring on a whim. She asked, “Do you really love and promised to be with me always?”

His smile was warm and inviting. He replied, “I will always see to it you are taken care of.”

It was as if there was some driving force within her as she stood, pulled the robe around her naked form, and tied it tight around her waist. Her mind screamed no, while her heart cried yes. Her heart won out as Rick put his arm around her and they walked out the door together.

The guy in the tshirt looked at Rick with a look Patti had never seen before. She had been strapped onto the table before she realized it was happening. It was the look of awe and admiration. He had lured the ice queen, as she had become known, into the ring room, not as the mistress, but as the slave. The look in Rick’s eyes said more than all his words in the past months, he had lied to her. He had scammed her into the club. She screamed as the awl pieced her abdomen, “Nooooooooooooooooo, you lieeeeeeeeed.”

Rick snapped the leash on her ring as the straps were removed. Patti was now crying as she was led naked through the club. This time it was her that was put in the trunk of the car. How could I have been so gullible, “Patti asked herself.

Once out of the trunk and in the house, Patti asked, “Are you going to take care of me like you promised?”

“That’s not up to me, “ he said as he opened the closet door. He removed Patti’s leashes from the ring slaves and replaced them with his own. He said, “You girls belong to me. You can speak now.”

It had been almost a year since either of them had spoken. Mandy remained quiet, but Penny asked, “What’s going to become of us?”

He looked at Patti and then to the two girls, and replied, “I’m going to free you and then Patti is yours to do with as you please. I have no need for more ring slaves. Nina deserves my full attention.”

Mandy reached into Rick’s pocket where he kept the pad, scribbled something, and handed him the paper. He read it allowed, “No. I am happy the way I am. Free Penny, I know she wants it, but I am what I was destined to be.”

“Mandy, I did all this for you. I hated Patti for letting you get the ring. I hated Patti for how she treated you. Look, even now you are afraid to talk, even though you are free to,” he painfully said.

Patti wanted to puke as she heard Rick reveal his true feelings for her. She wanted to die for having been so stupid. “How could I have been so gullible,” she thought.

Mandy scribbled once more and handed the slip of paper to her brother. He read, “I know now that ring slaves have nothing worthwhile to say. I have lived almost a year without speaking and never want to talk again. Trust me, I am happy.”

Penny said, “I love having the ring, but I don’t want to be a slave anymore.”

Rick said, “Then it’s settled. I will free you and then you can take possession of Mandy and Patti. I can see how you look at my sister… that you love her.”

“More than you imagine, Rick,” said the girl. “Unable to speak, there was little to do in the closet but kiss and make love. We were never ordered not to, but we hid it from Patti.”

Patti laughed and said, “You little nymphs… hiding that from me.”

Penny slapped her face so hard that her palm stung, and said, “I love Mandy, but you will pay for how you treated us.”

“You won’t do shit, “Patti spat, “you have my number on your forehead. You might can hide the ring, but the number is there for life.”

Rick laughed and said, “Funny that you mention that. Let me show you a little trick.”

He went to the car and retuned with a lamp. He plugged it in and said, “Penny and Mandy cover your eyes.” They did as they were told and he turned on the bright ultraviolet lamp and held it to each of their foreheads for three minutes each. When he turned the lamp off the tattoo was gone, as if it had ever been there.

Patti watched in amazement and asked, “How in the hell did you do that?”

The man laughed and said, “The woman at the registration office is Nina’s mother. She and I are really close and is happy that I look after her daughter so well. I suspected you might try and register my sister so I alerted her to your possible coming. When she tattooed the girls, she used UV sensitive ink. The tattoo is still there, but the ink is now clear.”

“I’ll be damn,” said Patti.

Rick said, “I’ll cut and remove the ring. I know a surgeon that will repair the hole so there will never be a sign that you had the ring. We can change your name and hair color, and you become Pavarotti. I know people that can take care of all the legal aspects.” He put an arm around his sister and said, “Any time you want to be free, just find me.” He said, “Pen…Pavarotti, take good care of my sister.”

The girl beamed and said, “I’ll make sure she is happy. I just hope I get can her out of the closet and into my bed.”

That night Patti took Penny’s position in the closet. Pavarotti had tried to get Mandy to sleep with her in the bed that night, but she refused and took her usually position in the close. It would be weeks before she was coaxed into the bed, but still she spent the bulk of her nights in the closet. She would forever remain a ring slave. Mandy was what she had been born to be.

Rick did everything he had promised. No one ever questioned Pavarotti as the owner of the ring slaves. She also kept her promise to love Mandy forever.

Patti came to accept her life as a ring slave. She had secretly wanted to be a ring slave, and for good reason, that’s what she truly was in her heart. After the first week she never again complained about her status in life.
 

Patti said, “Hi Terri, I’m glad you called. I was about to call and ask if you want to hang out tonight.”

The short girl with mousy brown hair said, “Looks like we are thinking alike. I called Brandi and she is up for some fun tonight. Do you have anything in mind?”

“There is a little bar next to the Ring Club, I thought that might be nice. They have this cool window where you can sit and watch the freaks coming out of the Ring Club,” said Patti.

“Sounds perfect,” said the exuberant girl, “I’ll call Brandi and see if that’s ok with her.”

The three girls arrived at the Crow Bar in a taxi. Patti paid and the three girls made a last check of their makeup. The cabbie and leapt out of the cab to open the door for the girks, not out of courtesy, but to leer at legs exposed by extremely short dresses.

Once in the bar, they found a table next to a window that faced the Ring Club, They all ordered wine, and Terri asked, “Either of you ever been in there?” She pointed out the window to the club next door.

Brandi laughed and said, “No way.”

“Not in my wildest dreams,” Patti lied.

Two months after ringing Mandy and Penny, Patti started hanging out at the Crow Bar. She spent many hours watching the table at the window that looked out to the Ring Club. She had watched all the girls that sat at the table near the window and wait until she saw something in their eyes. A month earlier she had spotted her two new friends. Patti said, closely watching her friend’s reactions, “We should go to the Ring Club sometime… you know, just to see what its like.”

The two girls giggled like schoolgirls, but Patti saw the spark in their eyes and smiled. Brandi said, still giggling, “Yeah, let’s do that sometime. Maybe while there Terri can get a ring.”

She playfully kicked her longtime friend in the shin and said, “You know, it’s you that wants one.”

The two girls looked at each other and as if talking to each other telepathically. Brandi said, “Patti, don’t laugh, but Terri and I used to fantasize about having a ring. It was just silly schoolgirl stuff, but it was hot.”

Patti, older then her two nineteen year-old fiends, said, “Fantasies are fun. I can see why you think that is hot. Maybe one of you should get the ring to see what it’s like.”

The younger girls giggled, but their eyes turned dreamy. An hour later, and several glasses of wine, Patti said, “I have a confession to make.” The girls looked at her hoping for some juicy tale. The woman said, “I have a pass to get into the Ring Club. We can go there now and not have to wait in line.”

The younger girls looked at each other as if they had won the lottery and they asked in unison, “Should we?” Still staring at one another, Brandi said, “Let’s go.”

The three girls gathered their pocketbooks and hurried from the bar. The two younger girls were giggling like schoolgirls when they reached the door. Patti already had her VIP pass in her hand. She flashed it at the doorman, and they were ushered in.

Patti took a seat at the same table she had been sitting that night with Mandy and Penny. She waved a hand and a ringed waitress brought them three glasses of wine. Patti asked the girls, “Have you ever seen a ringed girl up close?”

“Only in magazines,” said Brandi. She asked Patti, her brow furrowed, “You said you had never been here before, but you have a VIP pass?”

Patti smiled sheepishly and replied, “I didn’t want you girls to think I was some kind of freak. I actually come here often.”

The two girls quickly brushed off the lie and began gawking at all the ringed girls. At one point Patti saw the two girls rubbing each other’s inner thigh. The woman asked, “You girls ever hooked up together?”

They blushed and Brandi replied, “Sometimes.”

Patti smiled and said, “That’s okay, I like a little girl/girl action sometimes myself.”

They left the club that night without incident. The next day Patti released Mandy and Penny from the closet and said, “I have reached a decision. Go get in the trunk, we are going for a ride.”

The girls walked quickly to the open trunk, got in and laid down on either side of the ring. Patti followed them, attached their leashes to the eyebolt, and closed the trunk. Twenty minutes later the car pulled into the courthouse parking lot. She freed the two ring slaves and they all went to a door with a small rectangle sign swinging over the door that read, “Registration.”

Patti handed the woman at the desk a form that had been completed by hand. The clerk looked Patty up and down, and said, “Gotta see you twat honey. All girls gotta be inspected before the ring slaves can be registered. You might not believe this, but sometimes we get ringed girls trying to register slaves.”

Patti thought it was silly since it would be impossible to get jeans as tight as hers on with a ring. She complied with the woman and pulled down her pants and panties. The woman seemed to look too long at Patti’s paved pubes and she quickly pull up her pants.

 The elder woman looked at the two ring slaves, grunted, and rubberstamped the form with a bright green “Approved”. She said, “Have one of them lie on the table so that the ring can be placed in the press.”

Patti pointed at Mandy and said, “You first.”

The old woman asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? This really devalues such valuable animals.”

“I’m sure,” said Patti, even though the woman was right. This could eventually be a huge financial error.

The ring three-eighths inch thick ring was slipped in to the arbor and locked into place. The woman adjusted a dial setting the numbers and then pulled the handle. She then unlocked the ring from the base plate and said, “Okay, let’s have the other one.”

The registrar stamped a six-digit number into each of the rings. Patti was registering the girls as her property. Even if someone were to steal the ring slaves, they could never sell them or let them be seen in public. The old woman picked up a tattoo gun from the table, sloshed antiseptic on Mand’s head and began to tattoo the same number as on the ring and registration slip into each of the girl’s forehead. This second step assured that people are aware the slave is registered, there can be no mistake.

The ring slaves felt comfort in having been registered. They knew they were somewhat safer from being stolen. They also knew that the tattoo on the face devalued them greatly. The number on the forehead was painful and wasn’t professionally done. The numbers were haphazardly done, but legible. The pain of getting a tattoo on the forehead had both of the girls in tears as they left the office.

That night while locked in the bedroom closet, the two ring slaves heard voices in the distance. Patti kissed the girl and said, “I’m so glad you came over tonight. I wanted to tell you how I feel about you.”

Terri said, “I have had feeling for you since the first week we met, but I was so afraid of acting on them. I’m so glad you called me tonight.”

For the next hour the two women kissed and touched each other’s bodies in ways Terri had only imagined. She had never been with a woman in such a way. Sex with Brandi and been child’s play compared to what she experience with the older woman. She thought it impossible, but she had fallen in love with Patti.

They were laying under the cover in each other’s arms when Patti hesitantly asked, “I have no right to ask this, but I am worried how Brandi might react when she finds out about us. I think she might be in love with you. Could you please not tell her about is just now?”

Terri smiled at the thought of her friend being in love with her and replied, “Really, we are just friends, but I’ll not tell her for a while, until you are comfortable.”

“Thank you so much,” said the older woman. She then asked, “What did you think of the girls with the rings? Isn’t that one of the hottest things?”

Terri blushed and replied, “Gawd, I was so wet when we left that club. I went home and had a dozen amazing orgasms. If I was in a committed life long relationship I think I would love to have a ring, but I wouldn’t want to be something that could be bought and sold.”

Patti said haltingly, “Would you… never mind, this is so silly.”

“What?” Asked the young lover. “Nothing is silly between people that love each other like we do.”

“Well,” said Patti hesitatingly, “would you get a ring for me?”

Terri sat up in bed, the covers falling away exposing her naked round breasts. She said almost breathlessly, “I’d walk through fire for you, my love. Just say when.”

“How about now?” Asked Patti.

The younger girl beamed, and said, “This is insane. If this means you are asking me to spend the rest of my life with you, then it’s an emphatic yes.”

It took them only minutes to dress and be out the door. The next thing Terri knew she was at the club and walking hand in hand into the back room. Patti flashed her VIP pass to the guard just inside and he nodded, but he knew her even without the pass. The pass just insured that Patti, herself, didn’t end up ringed.

Patti helped position the girl’s feet into the stirrup and then strapped her hands to the table. The man in the usual black tshirt swabbed the girl’s pussy, in and out, as well as the abdomen, with antiseptic. In a swift, single motion, he stabbed the awl into the girl’s abdomen. She screamed, but no one seemed to care.

The metallic instrument curved out of her pussy. The man placed the open end of the ring against the awl’s pointed tip and used the ring to push the awl back out the way it had come. The pliers holding the ring open was released and the ring snapped closed. The man then attached the electrodes and there was the usual buzz, zap, blinding white flash, and ozone scent filled the air as the ring was welded closed.

Patti snapped the one-foot long leash to the ring and Terri was released from the table. She said to the man, “Good job as usual. I’ll have another one for you soon.”

The guy laughed and asked, “When are you going to let me give you one of those pretty silver rings?”

The woman laughed and pushed Terri out of the room. The newly ringed slave was still in shock as she walked through the noise filled club. Something had just gone wrong, but she wasn’t clear yet what it was. Once out of the club the shock hand worn off enough for her to ask her lover, “Are you upset with me?”

Patti laughed and said, “No, far from it. I am pleased to have another ring slave.”

The girl, here eyes clouded with tears, asked, “But… I’m not just another ring slave, right?”

“You really are stupid aren’t you,” replied Patti. “No one can love a ring slave. They are just property.”

Terri was crying full out, the heartbreak masked the pain in her lower body. She said, “You said you loved me. You said we would be lovers even after the ring.”

“You really are gullible. Everyone knows that rings slaves are just stupid girls. No one could ever care about someone that willingly puts a ring in their twat,” said Patti. “Get in the trunk of the car, we are going to your apartment. I really love it when the slaves watch as I go through their property.”

The apartment was small, but neat. Patti tossed the key on the coffee table and walked down the hallway, peeking in each room until they came to the master bedroom. She pushed the ring slave in, attached the leash to the doorknob and began going though drawers. Terri angrily asked, “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

Patti laughed and said, “Going though my new belongings. The moment I attached that leash to your ring everything you owned became mine. Now shut the hell up before I gag you… or cut out your tongue.”

The look on Patti’s face made the ring slave realize she might actually cut out her tongue. She did know that legally there was nothing she could do, but if she could get to the gun under her mattress, she could free herself. Just as her fingers touched the snap ring, Patti’s hand snaked under the mattress. She pulled out the 38 revolver and turned to grin at the slave. She saw her hand on the snap ring and said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You know I can put a bullet through your head and no one would care.”

She walked over to the ring slave, pressed the barrel of the gun in her mouth and said, “Trust me, if not for the money I’d lose, I’d pull the trigger right now and be done with you.”

Patti tossed the gun onto the bed and rifled though the nightstand drawer. There she found bank statements and grimaced, the girl was broke, but had little debt. She tossed the checkbook and a pen she had taken from the purse to the ring slave. “Write the check for $300, that’s what the statement says you have,” ordered the woman.

Terri’s hand was shaking as she did what she was told. Her lip curled into a small smile as she thought of how yesterday she had worried how she might pay the rent this month. That, or any other debt was a worry a ring slave didn’t have.  The same lack of rights that prevented them from owning anything also prevented them from occurring debt. Those thoughts made the ring slave, at least for the moment, more willing to accept her fate.

This day Patti was in a particular sadistic mood and handed Terri the phone. “Call your parents and tell them what stupid thing you have done. Tell them bye since this is the last time you will ever speak to them.”

Shaky fingers dialed the number that she knew better than any thing in the world. A happy voice eventually said, “Hi Terri, I didn’t expect you to call today.”

The ring slave had to control her tears and trembling voice as she said, “Momma, I did something really stupid.”

That sent the mother into panic mode and she began asking a long list of questions instead of waiting for her daughter to tell. Terri said, “I met…”

Patti took the phone from the girl and whispered, “Don’t mention me or my name. Just give her the genetic version.” She handed the phone back to the ring slave. The last thing Patti needed was some angry parent hunting her down.

She continued, “Momma, I don’t know how to say this, but know that I love you and I am going to miss you and Daddy. About an hour ago I got pierced.”

The mother assimilated the information into something mundane and said, “Is that all, baby? I will love you no matter how many piercings or tattoos you get.”

“You don’t understand momma, I didn’t just get pierced, I got a ‘ring’,” said the distraught slave.

The phone went silent. The mother new the moment her daughter had called that was what had happened. She had once accidentally looked at a page in her daughter’s diary that had been lying on the bed open there was mention of someday wanting to be ringed.  The mother sat down and asked in a subdued tone, “Do you have someone kind to take care of you?”

The ring slave looked at Patti and thought of the promises the night before. She knew now all those promises had been lies, but she didn’t want her mother to worry more than necessary, she replied, “I do momma. She is a good woman.”

Patti looked at the girl and then mouthed, “Time to hang up now.”

Terri said, her voice cracking, “I have to go now momma. I love you forever, no matter what.” The phone went dead as Patti took it from the ring slave and tossed it into the garbage can.

The next hour Patti went though everything in the apartment. There was little that she would want to keep. She had a guy that would pay her cash for the apartment’s contents. The woman unsnapped the leash and led the ring slave to the front door. When the apartment door opened, Terri stopped abruptly, as if frozen into position. Patti, annoyed, turned to glare at the slave. A male voice said, “Hi Terri, You are looking nice.”

“Who are you?” Snapped Patti.

He stepped closer, offered a hand, and said, “I’m Paul, a friend of Terri’s”

Patti ignored his hand and said, “Terri is a ring slave, and she has no friends. I have to be going now.”

Just as Patti turned the man said, “I have a proposition for you. I want to make an offer for Terri.”

Terri’s heart leapt with joy. She had dated Paul a couple months before. She has thought he was ‘the one’ and then she met Patti and stupidly fell in love with her. The last night as they had lain naked in bed together he had said falling in love with Terri would be easy. The ring slave thought, “Maybe he had fallen in love with me. He is going to buy me from Patti and set me free.”

Patti looked warily at the man and asked, “What kind of a proposition?”

He asked, “How much time will five hundred dollars buy me with Terri? She gives the best blowjobs ever. I would love to have use her mouth just one more time.”

The woman laughed and said sarcastically, “Since you are such a good friend, I’ll let you have her for thirty minutes for one hundred.”

Terri’s heart broke even more, if that’s possible. He had been her last hope for freedom. She had been so wrong about him and Patti. The girl began to believe her life wasn’t worth more than being a ring slave.

The three of them went back into Terri’s apartment and Paul closed the door. He unzipped his pants as Patti ordered the slave on her knees. The ring slave was crying at this point. Hope of escape had been shattered and replaced with humiliation. The man she had once thought of as a lover now was using her as a whore. She wondered now if he had ever cared for her, it he had just been with her for the sex. Hurt was replaced by anger as she closed her mouth over the hard cock. She pulled him deep into her mouth.

Patti snapped a picture of the ring slave with the cock buried in her mouth, her lips pressed tight against pubic hair, and his balls bouncing against her chin. She said smirking, “I’ll leave you two love birds alone. I’ll take one more look around the apartment. From the man’s moans, she knew he would never use the entire thirty minutes.

After a quick look around the kitchen Patti became bored and then went back to the living room. She had misjudged the man’s control as he was squirting all over the ring slave’s face. He then put his cock back into his pants, zipped up and left the apartment. Patti said to the slave with a strand of sperm running from an eyebrow to her cheek, “You must be good. Maybe I should keep you around and sell that mouth of yours.”

They left the apartment and Patti was about to put the slave in the trunk when a police car crawled by. Patti waved a hand at the officers and shouted for them to stop. The car pulled over and she said as the officer on the passenger side lowered the window, “I was as the registration office and they said that you guys could do some things for me.”

The female officer looked at the ring slave in disgust and said, “I guess we can, depends on what you want.”

Patti pulled Terri’s drivers license out of her pocketbook and handed it to the officer. I just wanted to report a new ring slave so things can be done properly.”

The officer picked up the radio microphone and said, “357 reporting an RS. DL#397590.”

The voice on the other end cracked, “10-4.”

The officer said, “It should take about two weeks for her to work though the system. By that time there will be little evidence she ever existed as a human.”

There was an underground group that had been stealing ring slaves, removing the rings and reintroducing the girls back into society. To prevent that, a law had been passed where all records of ring slaves would be erased. They tried to erase as much of the slave’s past as possible. Within an hour a team would arrive at Terri’s parent’s house. They would take any photo, paper, or items that mentioned Terri. If the parents cooperated, there wouldn’t be a baby picture or a graduation picture left. Many times the parents were so ashamed of their daughter they would fully cooperate.

The officer dropped the driver’s license into the garbage bag hanging from the dash and said, “Have a good day Ma’am and thank you for your cooperation.”

Patti locked the crying slave into the trunk and went home. She took the slave into the house and down the stairs into the damp basement. She sat the slave in the floor and then shackled her wrist to chains anchored into the wall. She said, “You look like a runner to me so I’m not taking any chances. I’m using the shackles since your ring hasn’t had a chance to start healing.”

That moment her cell phone rang. The woman looked at the number, smiled, and said, “Hi Brandi. I was hoping I would hear from you.” Patti winked at Terri and asked, “We going to the club tonight?”

Brandi was silent for a moment and then asked, “You promise to never tell anyone?”

With eyes locked on Terri’s, the woman replied, “You get the ring and no one will ever know but us.”

Terri had no more tears and said angrily, but not before the called ended, “You have no intention of keeping the ring a secret.”

“How did you guess?” Asked the woman sarcastically.

That night Brandi was crying and shackled next to her friend Terri. Mandy and Penny was putting ointment on the girl’s rings as the two newest ring slaves ate the mush that had been prepared for them Terri had tried several times to get the two ring slaves to speak, but they were never tempted. They had long accepted their life and knew being a slave to Patti was a lot better than some of the alternatives.

A month later and five ring slaves later the house was busy as Penny and Mandy cooked and clean in preparation for the big event. The two ring slaves wanted to make sure everything was just as their mistress wanted. Since the other ringed girls had been brought in, Mandy and Penny had gotten a lot more freedom. At times they basically ran the house. They still slept in the closet, but they spent much less time attached to the kitchen counter.

Just as the sun set, cars began to arrive. They brought men and women dressed in expensive clothing. Eventually they had twenty men and women seated in the great room. The two rings slaves served food and drinks to the guest. Patti has been clear that these were special people and were to be treated as such.

An hour after the last person arrived, Patti came in wearing a gray business suit with a form fitting skirt that came to mid thigh. She said, “I know some of you have traveled great distances to be here so without further ado we will begin.”

Down in the basement the seven slaves had been readied for presentation. Each had a number written on their forehead with a marking pen. There was a single chain that passed though all their rings. Penny was on the back of the line, while Mandy was at the front. When Mandy heard Patti stop talking she tugged at Terri and they began the climb the stairs.

Once they were lined up in the great room, Patti said, “Just to be clear, my personal slaves, the ones with the registration, are not for sale. The others, although, are for sale to the highest bidder. You may inspect the girls in any way you like.”

After one hour my girls will take your sealed bids and as soon as I can sort through them and verify account transfers, then you may leave with your property. The girls have not been trained. They are raw. In the desire for full disclosure, some of the girls were tricked into becoming ring slaves, but they will eventually understand there is no escape. They did all willingly received the ring in accordance with the law.”

The men and women stood, and began to walk slowly around the ring slaves. Some even stuck fingers in the girl’s pussies. Patti knew that was more for play than business. Some forced open the girl’s mouth and check their throats and teeth to insure they were healthy. Eventually all the ring slaves were poked and prodded in almost every orifice.

At the end of the hour Mandy and Penny collected the envelopes containing the bids and took them to Patti who waited in her office. One by one she carefully opened the envelopes. She smiled at the card inside one of the envelopes. It read, “Ring Meat Farms.” She had heard those places existed. They slaughtered ring slaves and sold their meat. Although, no one was sure if that was legal, no one was questioning the operations. Patti was happy with the bid and grinned as she saw Brandi’s number on the slip of paper. She had been a little worried that Brand might not sell since she was slightly over weight. She wasn’t obese, but not the body type that most people would want as a slave. Ring slaves were rarely purchased for sex since their pussies weren’t very comfortable to men, but people wanted the slaves to be aesthetically pleasing.. The ring could give a man quite a chafe.

This was going to be a big payday for Patti. The seven ring slaves were going to bring almost seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars. She saw that one person had put in a bid for Mandy and Penny. He had offered as much as all the others combined. She was tempted.

Patti went back to the great room and announced the winning bids. The losers left quickly, while the winners collected their prizes and were slower to leave. She saw Terri and Brandi looking lonely at each other. Patti said, “Terri, I can assure you that you will never see your friend again.”

As the man claimed Brandi, Patti said, “Chris, how much for a couple pounds of her?”

The owner of “Ring Girl Farms” said, “For what she cost me I’ll charge you double the market rate.

 The two of them laughed. Patti said, “Let me see what I can do about getting you some low grade girls for your meat packing plant. I might can give you a bulk rate.”

Chris smiled and said, “In that case, I might just slaughter this girl next week and invite you for dinner.”

Brandi was in shock. She stood naked in a room full of people as two of them talked about slaughtering and eating her as if she were cattle. A few weeks before she had been the typical college student, but now, she was no more than food.

Everyone was gone except for the tall Middle Eastern woman sitting on the couch. She had been the one to place a bid on Mandy and Penny. Patti looked at the woman thoughtfully and said, “Double your bid and they are yours.”

The woman stood, smiled, and said, “Sorry.” She walked out of the house.

Patti said to the two ring slaves, “That’s the stupidest thing I ever did. I should have sold you for the three quarters of a million. Out of all the ring slaves that have passed through my hands, you two were truly my friends. Even though I can only have disdain for any girl getting a ring, I can’t see me handing either of you over to someone that might treat you worse than I do.”

That night the two ring slaves fell asleep in the closet with a smile on their faces. They had long accepted their life as a ring slave, but it was a relief to know they hadn’t been tricked, as had the other girls.




 

Patty estaba sentada esperando al autobús que la dirigiría a Texas. Estaba entusiasmada con visitar a su hermana. Le había estado escribiendo sobre el lugar donde vivía ahora y sobre las cosas que sucedían allí. Patty había esperado desesperadamente su decimoctavo cumpleaños para poder ser independiente, dejar su hogar e irse a vivir con su hermana. Era muy fuerte para ella creer todas las cosas que le había escrito Betty. Patty se estiraba cada noche en la cama frotando su tierno coño pensando sobre lo que decían las cartas de su hermana.

Los frenos del autobús chirriaron ruidosamente cuando se detuvo con una nube de polvo, delante del pequeño restaurante. Patty examino el lugar y vio el letrero de ""El restaurante de Dorothy". Salio del autobús y el chofer le dio la maleta. El autobús arranco rápidamente dejando una nube de polvo una vez más. Patty abanico el polvo y camino hacia el restaurante.

Patty se sentó en el mostrador y miro a una anciana que estaba trabajando. Supuso que era Dorothy. Sin dejar de mirar a la anciana pidió una Coca-Cola. El viaje había sido largo y caluroso por lo que la Coca-cola la refresco mucho. Patty esperaba que Betty hubiera estado aquí esperándola. Espero durante media hora pero Betty no apareció. Finalmente le pregunto a Dorothy ¿Dónde esta Betty?

Dorothy la miro y dijo, "Esta en el restaurante ¿puedo ayudarte en algo?"

Patty contestó, "Supongo que si, Soy Patty, la hermana de Betty."

Dorothy se relajo y dijo con una sonrisa, "Hola, me alegro de verte. He oído hablar muchas cosas buenas de ti. Eres mucho más bonita de lo que Betty había dicho. Espera un momento y la haré venir.

Patty contesto con un "gracias" mientras seguía tomando su bebida. Betty no tardo casi nada en aparecer por el restaurante. Las dos muchachas corrieron una hacia la otra y se abrazaron. Hacia un par de años que no se habían visto. Fueron a un despacho y estuvieron un par de horas hablando sobre su pasado y poniéndose al día de sus vidas. Finalmente la conversación derivó a la razón por que Patty había venido. Preguntó, ¿Betty, realmente cocinas chicas aquí?

Betty respondió sonriendo con excitación a su hermana, "Te dije que lo hacíamos, no que lo hiciera yo. Te enseñare esto en cuanto descanses un rato".

Betty llevó a Patty a la granja. Ya en la casa, mostró su cuarto a Patty. Le dijo, "Regresare en una hora para enseñarte todo esto. Antes tengo que vigilar unas cosas en el restaurante."

Patty decidió tomar una ducha. El polvo de Texas estaba en cada poro de su piel. Se desnudo y se miro en el espejo. Miro decepcionada sus pequeños pechos. Siempre quiso tener unos grandes pechos como le gustaban a su hermana pero la naturaleza le había gastado una broma cruel. Apretó sus pechos con las manos para intentar que parecieran más grandes. El cuerpo de Patty se dejo de desarrollar aproximadamente cuando cumplió los catorce años.

Acabó su ducha y se vistió con unos pantalones cortos y una camisetita de tirantes. A Patty le gustaba vestir así porque remarcaba sus mejores cualidades, sus piernas y su vientre. Betty llego por la parte de atrás y las dos se fueron al granero. Patty se sobresalto cuando entendió para qué servían las jaulas que se alineaban en las paredes del granero. Por lo menos había cincuenta chicas desnudas en ellas. Algunas de las chicas eran más jóvenes que Patty. Preguntó a su hermana, "¿Todas estas chicas van a morir?".

Betty respondió, "Si, todas ellas. Vienen aquí queriendo estar en el menú".

Patty sintió como se le humedecía el coño al pensar en estas chicas asándose. Betty llevo entonces a su hermana al restaurante. En la cocina el cocinero tenía a una chica en el bloque de cortar. La chica tenía una mirada deslumbrante en la cara. No vio a las dos chicas que la miraban. Patty comprendió que el coño de la chica estaba empapado. El cocinero dejo caer el hacha de cortar sobre la pierna derecha de la chica. Ella gritó a la vez de dolor y de éxtasis al separarse su pierna de su cuerpo. El cocinero trabajo profesionalmente e hizo lo mismo con la otra pierna de la chica. Después cortó bajo el hombro de la chica que chillaba. Patty estaba deslumbrada mirando como la chica estaba siendo desmembrada. Miro intensamente cuando el cocinero apuñalo a la chica en su vientre liso, con un cuchillo. Deslizo el cuchillo primero hacia arriba hasta su pecho y luego hacia abajo hasta su vientre. Abrió el abdomen de la chica, arrancóo sus intestinos y los arrojó aun cubo. La chica había dejado de gritar y miraba como el cocinero serraba y separaba sus costillas. Rápidamente las costillas de la chica se amontonaban con sus otros miembros arrancados. EL cocinero dejo caer el hacha de nuevo y la cabeza se separo de lo que quedaba de su cuerpo.

Betty sacó a su hermana de la sala y la arranco de su catalepsia. Patty no dijo nada y siguió a su hermana. Su mente no dejaba de repetir una y otra vez la escena que había visto en la cocina. Betty la llevo a la parte de atrás del edificio. Allí había por lo menos diez chicas estiradas sobre unas parrillas sobre brasas. El olor a carne asada llenaba el edificio. Patty estaba segura de que al menos un par de chicas estaban aún vivas.

Betty se giró hacia Patty y preguntó, "¿Qué te parece esto?".

Patty contesto agitadamente, "Es imponente. Nunca he visto algo así."

Betty dijo que el negocio la necesitaba, "Tengo que volver a trabajar. Tú vuelve a la granja."

Patty pregunto, "¿Puedo ayudarte?".

Betty estaba contenta al ver el interés de su hermana y dijo, "Claro que puedes. Necesito usar toda la ayuda posible. Tengo que empalar a una chica. A veces es un poco difícil meter el asador".

Las dos chicas regresaron al restaurante. Betty fue hasta la despensa y ordeno a una de las chicas que la siguiera. Patty miro como la tierna carne de la chica siguió a Betty con excitación. Patty no podía participar pero se dio cuenta de cómo iban a morir todas las chicas. Betty llevo a la chica a la habitación de empalar. En ella había varias maquinas, cada una diseñada para empalar a una chica viva. Betty miro a su hermana y dijo "Esta chica tiene una petición especial. Quiere empalarse lentamente y además, hacérselo ella misma. Nosotros siempre intentamos dar a las chicas lo que quieren".

La chica subió a una pequeña plataforma. El asador, de aproximadamente cinco centímetros de diámetro, sobresalía a través de la plataforma. La chica se situó encima y apoyo su coño en él. Durante unos minutos ella follo el asador como si fuera un gran consolador. De repente la chica descargo todo su peso sobre él. Grito cuando el asador rasgo su interior. Patty miro intensamente como la sangre de la chica manaba de su coño. La chica se quedo montada e inmóvil sobre el asador casi un minuto, como si estuviera reflexionando. Entonces agarró dos asas que había sobre su cabeza y presiono su cuerpo contra el asador. El dolor cubrió su cara cuando penetró en sus entrañas.

Patty se quedo estupefacta cuando vio a la chica empalada en el asador. Suponía que debía tenerlo en el estomago. Continúo mirando como la chica empujaba más fuerte, forzando al asador a entrar en su cuerpo. La chica inclino su cabeza hacia atrás y el asador salio disparado a través de su boca. La chica, entonces, pareció relajarse. Patty pudo ver en los ojos de la chica que estaba teniendo un orgasmo.

Betty vio el placer en los ojos de su hermana. Se alegro de que estuviera teniendo un buen momento. Rompió la catalepsia de Patty diciéndole, "Tú quieres darle a la chica un poco más de placer. Sé que tu quieres hacerlo".

Patty no dijo una palabra cuando su hermana la empujo a la plataforma. Acarició el pecho de la chica y se sintió un poco celosa de su tamaño. Patty lamió cada uno de sus pezones y luego bajo rápidamente al coño cubierto de sangre de la chica. Lamió el clítoris de la chica y sintió como se estremecía. Trabajo furiosamente su lengua en el clítoris de la chica agonizante y disfruto de la mezcla de sus jugos con su propia sangre. Se coloco entre las piernas de la muchacha y jugó con su coño. No tardaron mucho en llegar las dos al orgasmo.

Patty camino fuera de la plataforma con una gran sonrisa. Su cara estaba cubierta de la sangre de la chica. Betty le dio una toalla para que se limpiara. Patty miro a su hermana y dijo, "Si tuviera que morir, querría que fuera así".

Dos hombres alzaron a la chica empalada, la sacaron de la plataforma y la levaron a las brasas. Pronto la chica estaba girando sobre ellas. Patty sentía el calor de las brasas en su cara y se imagino cuan abrasada se debía sentir la chica.

Las dos hermanas pronto tuvieron varias chicas sobre las brasas. Betty dijo a su hermana, "Faltan pocas horas para que los invitados empiecen a llegar. Vamonos de aquí y descansemos un poco".

En la granja, Patty fue directamente a su cuarto y cogió el teléfono. Marcó un número rápidamente. Una voz familiar contesto al otro extremo, "Hola".

Cristal, la amiga de Patty, respondió tan agitada como ella, "Es real". "¿Cocinan realmente a personas? Explícame eso.".

Patty respondió, "Mejor aun, tienes que venir y verlo por ti misma".

Cristal preguntó, "¿Crees que a tu hermana le importara?".

Patty contestó, "Estoy segura de que no. ¿Cuanto tardarías?":

Cristal dijo, "Ahora mismo preparare el equipaje. Puedo estar ahí mañana".

Dorothy caminaba por la casa cuando oyó voces. Las siguió, abrió la puerta de la habitación de Patty y dijo, "Hola Patty, ¿disfrutas de tu visita?".

Patty miro a la anciana agitadamente y dijo, "Mucho. Vi como empalaban a una chica. Fue excitante".

"Eso es bueno, esta noche habrán mas empalamientos y asados", dijo Dorothy.

Patty, que esperaba quedarse un tiempo, dijo, "Espero que no le moleste si me quedo unos días. Realmente me ha encantado ver hoy a chicas siendo cocinadas".

Dorothy sonrió y dijo, "Ten por seguro que no molestas y además, así consigo ayuda para cocinar a las chicas".

Patty pensó sobre la llegada de Cristal y preguntó, "He invitado a una amiga. Espero que no le importe. Ella no será ningún problema".

Dorothy, familiarmente contestó, "Claro que no me importa. Me gusta tener invitados aquí. A tu amiga también le debe gustar ver a chicas cocinarse".

Patty sonrió abiertamente y dijo, "Si, también le gusta".

Capitulo II

La fiesta fue por la noche. Patty probó por primera vez el sabor de la carne humana. Supo que nunca nada seria igual. Patty supo que quería comer chicas el resto de su vida. Su pensamiento se volvió hacia su amiga Cristal. En sueños ella la tenía estirada en su cama, comiendo su coño. Se preguntó que sabor tendría cocinada.

Esa tarde estaba ayudando a Betty a alimentar a las chicas de las jaulas cuando sonó una bocina. Patty se apresuro a salir del granero dejando caer una bandeja de comida. Era su amiga Cristal. Cristal saltó del taxi y corrió hacia su amiga. Betty estaba de pie, admirando a la jovencita recién llegada vestida con una camisetita corta y unos pantalones cortos que apenas cubrían sus nalgas. Betty supo entonces, por el beso sensual de las dos chicas, que eran algo mas que amigas.

Cuando ambas se separaron, Patty miró a su hermana y preguntó, "¿Puedo acompañar a Cristal y enseñarle todo?".

Betty disfruto de la excitación juvenil y contestó, "Claro, coge la furgoneta. Yo daré un paseo después. Ahora tengo que acabar de alimentar a las chicas":



Patty tomo de la mano a su amiga y corrieron hacia la furgoneta. Rápidamente estaban en la cocina tras el restaurante. Sus orificios nasales se llenaron del aroma de carne asada. Cristal estaba tan asombrada como Patty le había dicho. Bajó la goma de sus braguitas y empezó a acariciarse. Patty vio eso, la empujó y se lo empezó a hacer ella misma. Patty, deslizo su mano bajo las braguitas de Cristal y empujó un dedo dentro de su afeitado coño. Todo el cuerpo de Cristal tembló mientras miraba como una jovencita empalada giraba sobre las brasas calientes. Cristal con la voz entrecortada, respirando profundamente mientras el dedo de Patty la acercaba al orgasmo, dijo rápidamente, "Nunca pensé que un asador seria tan grande. Estoy segura de que se siente el coño lleno".

Cristal gritó cuando un orgasmo atormentó su cuerpo. Cuando su excitación descendió preguntó, "¿Crees que podría meter un poquito un asador en mi coño para ver como se siente?".

Patty miro a su amiga insegura y contesto, "No se. Supongo que dolerá un poco".

Patty fue al soporte de la pared que sostenía los asadores. Tomo uno y se sorprendió por su peso. Las dos examinaron el asador como si fuera un nuevo juguete de sexo. Cristal se quito las braguitas y colocándose excitada sobre una mesa dijo, "Méteme el asador en mi coño. Quiero ver como se siente ese mástil".

Patty puso el asador rozando la entrada del coño de su amiga. Cristal sintió la punta y lo agarró con los labios de su coño. Entonces Patty lo deslizó levemente dentro del coño de su amiga. Cristal gimió cuando los seis centímetros de diámetro del asador dilataron su virgen coño. Patty no quiso herir a su amiga e intento retirar el mástil, pero Cristal lo sostuvo firmemente e incluso le dijo, "Empújalo mas adentro, quiero sentirme llena".

Patty empujo el asador un poco más adentro. En este momento ella podía ver el dolor en la cara de su amiga. Cristal empezó a gemir de placer con el asador. Eso hizo que el coño de Patty empezara a mojarse. Cuando la pasión la desbordó, la idea de empujar el asador profundamente dentro de su amiga le vino a la cabeza. Con un empujón rápido ella podría empalarla. Podría empujar hasta que saliera por su boca. Entonces podría asarla y comerse a su bonita amiga.

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Cuando esas ideas llenaron su mente, empujo inconscientemente un poco más el asador. Los gritos de Cristal devolvieron a Patty a la realidad. Estaba empujando con todas sus fuerzas el asador que metía en el cuerpo de su amiga. Patty saco el asador inmediatamente. Tenia un poco de sangre en al punta. Miro a su amiga y dijo desconsoladamente, "Lo siento, Cristal. No quise hacerte daño. ¿Estas bien?".

Cristal miro a Patty y respondió entrecortada, "Era maravilloso. El asador llenó mi coño como nada lo hizo nunca. El dolor era grande, pero yo soñaba con que entrara más profundamente. Quería que el asador me atravesara."

Patty no dijo nada pero se dio cuenta de que quería meter el asador a través del cuerpo de su amiga. Se sentía un poco culpable, pero el deseo estaba allí.

Esa noche las dos chicas yacían en la cama. Cristal llevaba un tampón por sangrar a causa del asador. No era grave, solo similar a la regla. Cristal miró a Patty sinceramente y le dijo, "Ha sido el mejor día de mi vida. El asador en mi coño a sido un sueño que jamás creí que sucediera. ¿Puedo preguntarte algo?.

Patty miro a su amiga un poco confusa y contestó, "Claro, puedes preguntar lo que quieras. Sabes que te amo como nunca he querido a nadie".

Cristal, mirando al techo, dijo, " Antes de que sea el momento de irme me empalaras y cocinaras?. Sabes que es algo que he deseado siempre.

Patty pensó sobre perder a su amiga y amante. No sabía como seria la vida sin ella. También sabía que no podía negarle nada a Cristal. Y también el pensamiento de comérsela la excitaba. Acariciando su pequeño pecho le dijo, "Haré lo que tú quieras. Si quieres que te empale, lo haré".

A la mañana siguiente Betty abrió la puerta y vio a las dos jovencitas. Ambas dormían, abrazadas como dos amantes. Vio el asador que habían usado y la sangre en la punta. Se preguntó, mirando los dos jóvenes cuerpos desnudos sobre la cama, lo que habría pasado a noche anterior. Sabía que una de las dos había usado el asador. Sabía que una de ellas tenía el deseo de ser empalada.

Betty cerró suavemente la puerta para no despertarlas. Al poco rato Patty saltó de la cama y corrió al baño. Cristal se deslizo fuera de la cama con un poco mas de dificultad, le dolía el coño por el asador. Lo acarició recordando ese momento. Quería ser "poseída" pronto por el asador.

Las dos muchachas se vistieron con camisetas de tirantes cortas y minifaldas para ir al restaurante. Cuando la furgoneta se detuvo, Betty habló, "Hoy voy a probar algo nuevo. Voy a intentar ahumar una chica viva. Esta chica en particular quiere que el dolor dure todo lo que sea posible. Me imagino que todo el día a cien o ciento cincuenta grados será suficiente para que disfrute mientras muere".

Las dos jovencitas rieron tontamente con la idea. Ambas bromearon todo el día sobre lo que esa chica quería. En la cocina Betty preparo todo lo que pensó que ayudaría a hacerlo lento. Engraso el voluptuoso cuerpo de la chica con manteca de cerdo. Después la llevo a una pequeña habitación de madera. La ató, con los brazos sobre su cabeza, a una viga que había encima. Puso un tubo en su boca y le dijo, "Esto impedirá que el humo te mate demasiado pronto". Cerró la puerta y encendió el suministro de aire a la chica. Puso el termostato a la temperatura adecuada".

Cristal, con la voz excitada dijo, "Es una pena que no podamos ver a la muchacha. Estoy deseando ver a una chica empalada".

Betty supo entonces que las dos putillas de las chicas habían probado el asador y dijo, "Necesito a una chica para ser empalada. Creo que Patty necesita un poco de practica, así que le voy a dejar probarlo".

Las chicas chillaron de la excitación. Betty saco a una chica que se parecía mucho a Cristal. La había elegido precisamente por eso. Quería ver la reacción de las dos muchachas al ver como empalaba a alguien parecida a Cristal. Betty puso una excusa de que la necesitaban en otro sitio y dejo a las dos chicas solas. Se coloco fuera de su vista pero desde donde podía verlas.

Cristal miraba a su amiga, insegura de cómo empezar. Patty había visto un par de empalamientos y tomo la responsabilidad. Se acerco al estante de los asadores y tomó uno. Noto que había manchitas de la sangre de Cristal en el. Sus pensamientos la devolvieron al día anterior, con Cristal y ella jugando con ese asador.

Mientras Patty seleccionaba el asador, Cristal ayudo a la chica a ponerse en la mesa. Patty apoyo suavemente el asador en el coño de la muchacha. Lo empujo hasta que llego al cuello del útero. Entonces lo empujo con todas sus fuerzas. La muchacha grito de dolor cuando sintió el asador presionando fuerte contra sus entrañas. Pero no avanzaba más. Patty tiro hacia atrás ligeramente y dio un empujón con todas sus fuerzas. El asador rasgo la matriz y los intestinos de la chica que gritaba. Lo empujo de nuevo hasta que se detuvo una vez más. Se imaginaba que estaba ya contra su estomago.

Durante todo este tiempo Cristal estaba lamiendo los pezones de la chica y jugando con sus grandes pechos. Deslizo una mano bajo su minifalda y empezó a trabajar su joven clítoris vigorosamente. No le llevó mucho tiempo emparejar sus gritos de pasión con los de la chica que era empalada.

Patty detuvo el asador en los intestinos y decidió destriparla primero. Llamo la atención a Cristal y dijo, "Si puedes parar de jugar con tu coño, podrías ayudarme a aguantar el asador".

Cristal de mala gana saco sus dedos de su coño y se acerco a Patty. Esta le dio el asador a su amiga y cogió un chuchillo. Lo clavó en la barriga de la muchacha como una experta. Trabajando con la afilada hoja, rasgó el cuerpo de la jovencita, abriéndola desde el vientre hasta el pecho. Acerco un cubo y metió sus manos en la herida abierta. Arranco sus intestinos y estomago lanzándolos al cubo. Con las manos ensangrentadas, cogió la punta del asador desde dentro del cuerpo de la muchacha y le dijo a Cristal que empujara. Cristal lo hizo mientras Patty lo guiaba a través del esófago de la chica. Entonces Patty volvió a coger el asador de las manos de Cristal. Empezó a trabajar con el hasta que notó que estaba en la garganta de la chica. Hizo que Cristal inclinara la cabeza de la chica mientras ella lo empujaba a través de su garganta y salía por su boca abierta.

Patty se echo hacia atrás y admiro su labor. Vio que la chica aun estaba viva y supo que había realizado un buen trabajo. Cristal se acerco a la mesa donde yacía la chica con el asador saliendo por su boca. Lamió sus labios alrededor del asador probando el sabor de su sangre. Entonces levanto su faldita y deslizo la punta del asador por su coño. Ajustó el asador sangriento a la entrada de su coñito. Lo folló como si fuera una gran polla. Gritó cuando golpeo contra su dolorida matriz, rasgada por el asador de ayer. Folló la vara de acero y empujó como si intentara que atravesara su cuerpo. La chica empalada no podía colaborar, pero veía a Cristal atravesándose con el asador. Sus ojos seguían todos sus movimientos. Cristal se corrió rápidamente. Deslizo entonces el asador fuera de su coño. Goteaba sangre de el. No sabía cuanta era suya y cuanta de la chica empalada. A esas alturas tampoco le importaba.

Betty dio un paso atrás, miro a la chica y dijo, "Habéis hecho un buen trabajo. Yo no podría haberlo hecho mejor". Estaba contenta por la habilidad de su hermana.

Vio como Cristal estiraba su faldita hacia abajo, cubriendo su coño ensangrentado. Patty hizo entrar a dos hombres para que se llevaran a la muchacha empalada a las brasas de la barbacoa. Las dos jovencitas miraron intensamente como la muchacha giraba lentamente sobre las brasas ardientes.

Capitulo III

Las dos ayudaron a Betty a preparar varias chichas para la barbacoa. Varias chicas destripadas y colocadas en una barra sobre las brasas fue el trabajo que realizaron toda la tarde. Comprobaron como estaba la chica de la jaula de ahumar. Apenas vivía. Patty cubrió a la chica una vez más con manteca de cerdo y cerro la puerta.

Cristal se acerco a Patty y le susurro al oído, "Patty, no puedo aguantar más. Necesito el asador dentro de mí AHORA, porque creo que me estoy desangrando".

Patty miro hacia abajo y vio el reguero de sangre entre las piernas de su amiga. Le dijo entonces, "Si es lo que quieres… pero voy a echarte de menos".

Patty le dijo a Betty lo que deseaba su amiga. Esta miró a la jovencita y le preguntó, "¿Estas segura de que quieres hacerlo?".

Cristal asintió con la cabeza y dijo, "Quiero follar el asador hasta que este muy dentro de mí. Quiero sentir el placer de como rasga mi coño".

Betty llevó a Cristal a la plataforma de la parte de atrás de la casa y le dijo, "Ahí esta. Puedes montar en él cuanto quieras. Solo recuerda que hay un punto de no retorno. Una vez el asador profundice lo suficiente, morirás aunque te detengas".

Cristal miro fijamente el asador durante un momento y cogiendo de la mano de Patty, hizo que la acompañara para subir los escalones. Se denudó completamente y beso a Patty apasionadamente. Mientras se besaban, Cristal se fue sentando lentamente sobre el asador hasta sentir la punta en la entrada de su coño. Después se dejo caer sobre él, sintiendo como una vez más el frío acero llenaba su coño.

Patty rompió el beso y se arrodillo hasta que su cara se enfrentó al coño de su amiga. Empezó a lamerle el clítoris cubierto de sangre. Saboreo el sabor de la sangre de su amante. Cristal empezó a follarse con el asador de una forma enloquecedora. Lo hizo con tal intensidad que rasgo su útero con cada empujón. Gimió, pero sus gemidos eran de pasión y no de dolor. También es cierto que, a estas alturas, para Cristal dolor y pasión eran lo mismo.

El asador también destrozó sus intestinos y comenzó a empujar contra su estomago. Cristal aun lo follaba como si fuera una enorme polla. Nunca desacelero sus movimientos. El asador rasgó su estomago. La sangre empezó a salir por la boca de la jovencita. Patty cambio de posición de su coño a su boca. Beso la boca ensangrentada de su amiga. Chupo su lengua y lamió su sangre. La bebió como si fuera un buen vino. Puso la mano sobre el estomago de su amiga y sintió el asador moviéndose dentro de ella.

Cristal sentía cada uno de los movimientos del asador en su interior. Su único pensamiento era empujarlo más adentro. Recordó el vibrador que usaba en casa para darse placer. Siempre había querido un vibrador mas largo para metérselo más profundamente. Estaba contenta, estaba cabalgando la polla mas larga del mundo. Continuó follándolo hasta que lo sintió en el cuello, pero siguió resbalando su cuerpo arriba y abajo follando el asador.

A estas alturas, Betty se había bajado los pantaloncitos y tenia las dos manos arañando su clítoris. Estaba en un salvaje frenesí, como su hermana y Cristal. Nunca había visto a ninguna chica ser tan desgarradoramente apasionada con el asador. La imagen le hizo pensar una vez más en montarlo ella misma.

Cristal seguía follando violentamente el asador. Ya sentía el acero en el final de la garganta. Sus movimientos causaban que le golpeara la garganta y luego retrocedía. De repente el asador estallo fuera de su boca. Parecía como si fuera la lengua de un alíen dando sacudidas, por dentro y por fuera de su victima.

Cristal siguió follando el asador hasta que su cuerpo se estremeció, con lo que debió ser el orgasmo más grande de su vida y luego su cuerpo se derrumbó bruscamente, como las victimas del martillo de Betty. Sus ojos giraron hacia atrás. Patty supo que Cristal había muerto. Estaba a punto de abandonar la plataforma cuando sintió un movimiento en el cuerpo de su amiga. Miro asombrada como Cristal se alzaba sobre el asador. El asador desaprecio de su boca, bajando por su garganta. Cristal habló por ultima vez con una voz ronca, "Es lo mas grande que he hecho en la vida". Algún día tienes que probarlo. Te amo Patty. Cristal se dejo caer y el asador apareció por su boca por última vez.

Patty se dio cuenta ahora de que su hermana tenía los pantalones bajados. Nunca se había dado cuenta de lo hermosa que era. Fue junto a ella y le dio un afectuoso beso en la mejilla. Volvió su atención a Cristal empalada sobre la plataforma. Aun estaba en el asador. Patty pudo ver como subía y bajaba el pecho de la joven, por lo que supo que aun vivía. Pregunto a Betty, "¿Vamos a asarla ahora?".

Betty respondió con un temblor de excitación en la voz, "Sí, cuanto antes mejor". No puede vivir mucho más después de empalarse".

Betty y Patty sacaron a Cristal de la plataforma. Su cuerpo colgaba flácido del asador mientras la transportaban. Sus brazos se arrastraban por el suelo mientras la llevaban a las brasas. Cuando la pusieron sobre ellas, sus manos tocaron los carbones inflamados. Cristal las sacudió y se las ataron a la espalda. También ataron sus piernas a la barra de acero. El asador se puso en movimiento y Cristal empezó a girar despacio sobre las ardientes brasas.

Patty se sentó y estuvo mirando todo el tiempo mientras se asaba su amiga. A ratos estaba triste por la perdida de su amante. Pero en otros momentos estaba excitada porque su amiga había vivido y muerto su más gran fantasía. Observo como poco a poco Cristal se volvía de un color castaño dorado.

Por la tarde Patty, Betty y Dorothy estaban sentadas en el comedor grande. Había un par de docenas de invitados esa noche. Patty miro como sacaban a la chica ahumada. La pusieron en una bandeja larga. Su cuerpo parecía igual que antes de cocinarse. Incluso sus rasgos faciales estaban intactos. La chica que habían empalado Patty y Cristal fue vendida entera para llevar a casa. Entonces Patty miro agitadamente como traían a Cristal en otra bandeja. Estaba de rodillas con la cabeza inclinada hacia adelante.

Dejaron a Cristal en la mesa de Patty. La tenía toda para ella. Lo que ella no comiera se guardaría para más adelante. Patty miro como aún humeaba su amiga. Miro el coño y los pechos en los que ella había usado la lengua en otros tiempos. Patty cogió el tenedor y escogió un trocito del pecho de Cristal. Puso el trozo lentamente en su boca. Mastico despacio y después más rápidamente. Miro a su amiga y dijo, "Sabes deliciosa, Cristal.

Fin

Prefacio

Dorothy disponía de uno de los mejores restaurantes del estado. La gente venia de todas partes para degustar sus platos. Dorothy, a la mitad de su sesentena, estaba tan ágil como alguien de mediana edad. Todos los que coincidimos con ella sentimos que hemos encontrado a una amiga. Caminando por su restaurante nadie pensaría que su comida es diferente a otros miles que existen desparramados por el país. Pero es un poco diferente. En su parte delantera puedes encontrar el pollo frito normal y las judías verdes. El comedor especial es lo que atrae a los clientes de gran poder adquisitivo. En ese comedor, una vez por semana, ella sirve una variedad de carne humana. Su fama se extiende por todo el país por lo que ella espera que pronto tendrá que cerrar ese pequeño restaurante y abrir otro mas grande, en el que solo se sirva carne humana. Dorothy aprendió a cocinar humanos de su abuelo. Él mató a un comensal en Texas. Incluso hicieron una película. La película se llamó "la matanza de Texas". La película hizo que su abuelo pareciera un malvado, pero el simplemente quiso hacer una barbacoa.

Al principio, cuando Dorothy intento seguir los pasos de su abuelo, tenia que conseguir a las chicas secuestrándolas. Las cosas cambiaron en algún momento a mitad de los 80. Las chicas llegaban a su restaurante y se ofrecían como voluntarias para su preparación. Así que ha partir de entonces Dorothy consiguió hacer su trabajo mas fácilmente. De vez en cuando alguna chica cambiaba de idea y Dorothy tenia que rememorar algunas viejas técnicas. Ella aprendió de su abuelo a matarlas con un golpe en la cabeza. Hubo una segunda película sobre su abuelo en la que el no podía matar a las chicas así. Pero ella siempre supo que no era verdad, que el siempre lo consiguió con un simple golpe en la parte de atrás de la cabeza. Dorothy era diferente a su abuelo, le gustaba cocinar a las chicas vivas. Creía que así tenían mejor sabor.

Capitulo I

Dorothy oyó golpes en la puerta trasera de su restaurante. Abrió la puerta y vio a tres chicas de pie. Una chica morena preguntó "¿Es este el restaurante donde hacen barbacoas... diferentes?"

Dorothy contesto, "Si, yo hago algunos asados aquí. ¿Estas interesada en algún tipo de barbacoa en concreto?"

La chica respondió, "Supongo que si... quiero decir que... nos gustaría ser nosotras la barbacoa"

Dorothy examino a las tres chicas intentando descubrir si ellas podrían estar trabajando para la policía. Notó cierta excitación en sus ojos que un policía no tendría. Las invito a pasar y les dijo que se desnudaran. Las chicas inmediatamente se sacaron la ropa y se pusieron de pie delante de Dorothy. Les echo un vistazo y las pellizco en diferentes partes de su cuerpo. Dos de ellas eran carne magra y asarían bien. La otra tenía demasiada grasa. Decidió que a esta mejor freírla o estofarla.

Dorothy dijo a la chica morena que había estado hablando y a la otra chica delgada que tomaran asiento. Explico que tenía unos clientes del sur esta noche que les gustaban las chicas sureñas asadas. Tomo a la chica gordita, le hizo sentarse y procedió a afeitarle la cabeza y el coño. Una vez con el pelo quitado, Dorothy la llevo hasta una gran olla. Le dijo que se metiera en ella y que untara su cuerpo con el líquido que había dentro. La olla contenía una mezcla especial de Dorothy compuesta por leche, huevos y especias. La muchacha parecía estar tomando un baño de leche, frotando el líquido blanco sobre su cuerpo. Dorothy sonrió cuando notó que la chica estaba frotando mas liquido de la cuenta por sus pechos y coño. Sabia que la chica estaba obteniendo placer sexual de esta prueba. Le dijo que saliera de la olla y señalo a una sartén cercana. La muchacha, cerca del orgasmo, salió de la olla y fue hasta la sartén indicada por Dorothy. Contenía harina y especias. Le dijo que se echara sobre ella y rodara hasta que estuviera bien cubierta. La chica obedeció, rodando de un lado a otro, hasta que la harina se pego a su cuerpo cubierto de la mezcla de huevo y leche. La chica parecía algo digno de salir en una revista de ciencia-ficción con la harina pegada a su cuerpo.

Dorothy llevo a la chica sobre un cesto de alambre grande. Hizo que se arrodillara dentro. Ato sus manos a la espalda y después los tobillos. Apretó un botón y una grúa levanto el cesto, con la muchacha dentro de el, y lo transporto sobre una gran olla de aceite hirviendo. Cuando el cesto se coloco encima de la olla los ojos de la muchacha de dilataron de miedo. La realidad sobre lo que iba a pasar golpeo a la chica gordita. Dorothy no se preocupo de si la chica había confundido fantasía con realidad. Lo único que quería era que la chica se dorara bien y quedara crujiente. Dorothy apretó un botón y la chica enharinada bajó al aceite hirviente. Cuando sus pies tocaron el aceite la muchacha lanzo un grito. La grúa se movía lentamente por lo que la chica tardo casi un minuto en desaparecer dentro del líquido hirviente.

Dorothy miro a las otras chicas mientras ellas observaban como se freía su amiga. Durante un minuto pensó que las chicas quizás intentasen huir. Miraban como su amiga giraba en el aceite hirviente. Las tres veían como la muchacha empezaba lentamente a tomar un color castaño. Parecía como si la chica friéndose estuviera en un remolino, girando y girando sin parar dentro del aceite hirviente. Al cabo de una hora flotaba sobre el liquido.

Esto indico a Dorothy que la muchacha había acabado de cocinarse. Apretó el botón de la grúa y el cesto con la muchacha frita salio de la olla. Las otras dos chicas miraban lo que quedaba de su amiga. No parecía que ella hubiera estado viva apenas una hora antes. La cubrieron con harina marrón. La figura parecía humana, pero por otro lado parecía un pedazo absolutamente frito de carne. Dorothy apretó otro botón de la grúa y la inclino hasta que la muchacha salió dando volteretas para caer en una fuente.

Dorothy se acerco a la chica cocinada y pellizco en un pezón. Un pedazo de pan dorado y un pezón cayeron a su mano. Hizo estallar el pezón frito en su boca y dijo, "Está ya esta bien hecha, desearía tener tiempo para comer un poco de ella, pero hay trabajo que hacer"

Sonó otro golpe en la puerta. Abrió y se encontró con seis chicas. Dorothy tenia ahora mas chicas que querían ser cocinadas y comidas. Apretó un botón y dos hombres entraron en la cocina. Ella les ordeno que llevaran a la muchacha frita al comedor privado donde dos hombres esperaban una chica frita de su tierra.

Dorothy miro ahora a las ocho chicas sentadas en la cocina. Los ojos de todas ellas estaban fijos en la muchacha frita que sacaban de allí. Les dijo a las chicas, "vosotras sois las mejores chicas que yo he visto en mucho tiempo. Hay una gran fiesta esta noche y yo pensaba que tendría que sacar comida congelada. Seguidme fuera de la cocina."

Las muchachas siguieron a Dorothy al exterior, dirigiéndose a un edificio grande. El interior del edificio estaba atravesado por un gran colgador sobre los huecos para las brasas. Dorothy miro a las ultimas seis chicas y les ordenó, "Vosotras volved al baño y afeitaros totalmente todo vuestro cuerpo. Hacedlo bien y prestad especial atención a vuestro coño." Dorothy miro a las dos chicas que habían llegado primero y les dijo, "yo tengo planeado algo especial para vosotras dos, así que tened paciencia".

Al poco tiempo llegaron las seis chicas, calvas y desnudas y se alinearon delante de Dorothy. Las miro y quedo contenta con su afeitado. Preguntó a las chicas, "Quienes de vosotras quiere simplemente caminar hasta las brasas y arrojarse sobre ellas para mi". Dos chicas se adelantaron, esto agrado a Dorothy. Le gustaba ver a las muchachas cocinarse vivas, pero el extra de chicas que tenia hoy representaba un problema para ella. Las dos voluntarias estaban de pie frente al hoyo de las brasas mientras ella fue hacia las otras cuatro y dijo, "Creo que lo mejor que puedo hacer es prepararos para ser cocinadas"

Dorothy llevo a las chicas a una zona donde el suelo estaba manchado de rojo con la sangre de muchachas que habían sido preparadas hacia mucho tiempo. Apretó un botón y un gancho bajó del techo. Lo lanzó con fuerza contra la espalda de una de las chicas. El gancho entro profundamente en su espalda, justo bajo la nuca. Dorothy toco un botón y la muchacha se elevo bruscamente del suelo, gritando cuando el estirón hacia arriba de su cuerpo enterró más el gancho dentro de ella. Dorothy paró a la muchacha cuando estaba un palmo por encima del suelo.

Arrastrando, deslizo una bañera bajo la chica que gritaba. Tomo un afilado cuchillo largo y apuñalo a la chica en el ombligo. Dorothy empujo hacia abajo hasta su pubis y después hacia arriba hasta su pecho. Ríos de sangre corrieron abajo hasta la bañera. Dorothy metió su mano en la herida y empezó a tirar de los intestinos de la chica para sacarlos fuera. Todos ellos fueron a parar a la bañera. Dorothy cogió entonces una manguera y lavo el interior de la cavidad de la chica para eliminar cualquier resto de sangre.

Dorothy repitió esta operación hasta que las cuatro muchachas estuvieron destripadas y colgando de un gancho.

Dorothy empujo a las muchachas por una guía hasta que estuvieron sobre una plancha y entonces las bajó.

Cayeron bruscamente y gritaron cuando tocaron plancha caliente. Dorothy estaba contenta de que hubieran sobrevivido al destripado. Odiaba cocinar carne muerta.

Regreso junto a las dos asustadas muchachas que quedaban de pie junto a las brasas. Ellas habían visto como sus compañeras habían sido destripadas y puestas sobre la plancha. Dorothy les dijo, "Podéis cambiar de idea y ser destripadas primero, si es vuestro deseo".

Una de las chicas respondió temblorosamente, "No Madame, yo he soñado con cocinarme viva toda la vida".

Dorothy sonrió a las chicas y dijo, "De acuerdo chicas, vuestro sueño esta a punto de hacerse realidad. Por vuestro valor, os serviré a mis mejores clientes. Ahora permitidme empezar con las otras".

Se acerco a las chicas que había dejado junto a las brasas y con un gesto de su mano señalo hacia delante. L
as chicas caminaron hasta un peldaño frente hoyo de las brasas. El próximo paso las situaría sobre ellas. Nos miraron y saltaron a las brasas. Movieron los pies apoyándose en uno y otro para no quemarse. Dorothy sonrió con sus esfuerzos vanos por evitar el calor y dijo, "Muchachas, esto no es una piscina de agua fría. Simplemente tenéis que dejaros caer dentro. Cuanto antes os empecéis a asar, antes desaparecerá el dolor."

Las chicas simplemente hicieron eso, se dejaron caer de espaldas. Ambas lanzaron gritos fuertes cuando el calor levanto ampollas en su carne tierna. Una de ellas se desmayo de dolor, pero la que había hablado antes rodaba sobre su pecho y después retrocedía continuamente. Dorothy observó el movimiento de la chica y pensó que eso ahorraría mucho trabajo luego. Cada vez que la chica cambiaba de lado, Dorothy podía ver las marcas que las brasas iban dejando en su joven cuerpo.

La chica apenas se movía ya. La última vez que lo hizo, miró a Dorothy. Vio una mirada de alivio y una sonrisa en su cara. Dorothy supo que la chicha se había corrido varias veces desde que empezó a cocinarse. Ella quiso vivir su fantasía y había muerto por ella. Eso casi produjo lagrimas a los ojos de Dorothy

Dorothy, cada 30 minutos fue dándoles la vuelta a las chicas sobre la plancha. La casa se lleno del aroma de las chicas al asarse. Desde kilómetros de distancia, la gente podría oler a barbacoa. Dorothy supo que el restaurante estaría lleno esta noche. Sonrió pensando en las personas que se sentarían a comer sus platos y la felicitarían por su sabor. Si sé imaginaran que ellos estaban comiendo carne humana... Las únicas personas que lo sabrían serian las que estaban en el comedor especial.

Dorothy fue a las dos primeras chicas, que se habían sentado pacientemente mientras preparaba a las otras. Miro a la chica morena y dijo, "A ti voy a guardarte hasta mañana por la noche. Tengo una cena privada en mi casa y tú eres una de las mejores chicas que he tenido nunca. Por haber esperado, permitiré que me ayudes a preparar a tu amiga esta noche."

Eso pareció gustarle a la chica morena. A todo el mundo le gusta sentirse especial alguna vez, aun cuando te quede poco de vida. Dorothy y las chicas regresaron al restaurante y entraron al comedor privado. En medio del comedor había un hueco con brasas calientes. Miro a la chica que iba a ser cocinada y dijo, "Tú serás cocinada delante de mis invitados. A mucha gente les gusta ver como se prepara su asado"

Dorothy estiro a la chica de espaldas sobre una mesa con las piernas bien abiertas. Enjabono el coño de la chica y la afeito totalmente. Después tomo un largo asador y lo apoyo en el coño de la chica. La chica morena le ayudó a empujar fuerte, introduciendo el asador hasta el interior del abdomen de la chica. La chica empezó a gritar. Mientras el asador permanecía dentro de su vientre, con un cuchillo, Dorothy la abrió en canal, sacando sus intestinos y órganos. Entonces las dos mujeres empujaron de nuevo. El asador pronto atravesó el cuerpo de la chica, mientras seguía gritando, saliendo fuera con un estallido a través de su boca. El asador silencio los gritos de la chica, y también los de la sala. Dorothy entonces relleno el abierto abdomen de la muchacha con patatas, zanahorias, y cebollas. Cerró la abertura cosiéndola con un cordón grueso. Dorothy hizo que la chica morena la ayudara a coger a la chica empalada y la llevaron sobre unos soportes que la sostendrían sobre las brasas. El final del asador tenia un cigüeñal y Dorothy hizo que la chica morena fuera girando a la muchacha empalada sobre las brasas.

El comedor pronto se lleno con media docena de parejas. Todos murmuraron y señalaron a la chica empalada que giraba sobre las brasas. Dorothy estaba contenta de que todos estuvieran entusiasmados. Sabía que esta iba a ser una de sus grandes noches. Todos se sentaron excepto una chica rubia. Caminó hasta la barbacoa y miro a la chica que se cocinaba lentamente encima del fuego. Miró a los ojos de la chica que se asaba. Sonrió al ver que la muchacha todavía estaba viva. Volvió su atención a la chica morena que estaba girando el asador. Aun estaba desnuda. Parecía bonita con el sudor corriendo por su cuerpo mientras giraba el asador. Se arrodillo a su lado y lamió una gota de sudor de sus pezones. Esto hizo temblar a la chica morena pero ella continuó girando. La chica rubia se tendió en el suelo y empezó a lamerle el coño. La chica morena dejo de girar un segundo pero rápidamente lo noto y volvió a hacer girar el asador. No tardo mucho la lengua de la mujer rubia en provocar a la chica morena un orgasmo. Eso hizo callar a todos y mirar a las dos mujeres.

La chica rubia volvió a su mesa con los jugos de coño en la boca y una sonrisa en sus labios. Dorothy se acerco a la chica morena y dijo, "Betty, le diste un buen espectáculo a los invitados."

La chica morena miro a Dorothy con el miedo en su cara y dijo, "¿Como… como sabe mi nombre?"



Dorothy sonrió y respondió, "Quizás pienses que soy una vieja tonta. Pero yo tenía un presentimiento sobre ti e hice unas averiguaciones. Supongo que mis sensaciones eran correctas sobre ti, señorita agente del FBI."

Betty pareció sorprendida y triste por lo que sabía la anciana y dijo, "Si, soy un agente y me enviaron aquí para investigarla. Me ofrecí para esta misión porque yo siempre me he preguntado si me gustaría ser cocinada. No creí lo que me contaron sobre este sitio. Me figure que era solo historias. Pero no contare nada sobre este lugar."



Doorthy interrumpió y dijo, "Ya se que no contaras nada. Vas a morir aquí."

Betty continuo girando el asador mientras decía, "yo quiero morir aquí, esa es la razón por la que vine. También puedo llamar a la oficina y decirles que aquí no hay nada. Les diré solo que es una dulce ancianita que regenta un restaurante respetable con buena comida."

Dorothy, con la preocupación marcando su cara contestó, "Pensare en lo que has dicho. Hablaremos después de la cena."

Dorothy regreso a atender a los invitados y no pensó más en Betty. Sabía que la muchacha no podía hacer nada con tanta gente alrededor. Un hombre de una mesa de la izquierda fue hacia Betty. Le dijo que se pusiera de rodillas. Lo hizo al instante. El hombre dejo caer sus pantalones dejando ver una enorme polla de 25 centímetros. De un golpe la metió en su húmedo coño. Se sorprendió de que estuviera tan húmedo. Miro a la chica que se doraba despacio sobre el asador mientras bombeaba su dura polla en el coño de Betty. No le llevo mucho tiempo corréese dentro del hambriento coño. Cuando el se salio otro hombre ocupo su lugar.

Betty tuvo que poner todo su empeño en mantener el asador girando mientras era follada por el coño y el culo. Cada hombre y cada mujer de la sala hicieron al menos un turno con Betty. No estaba segura de cuantas veces se había corrido, se sentía a punto de derrumbarse de agotamiento. Puso todas las fuerzas que le quedaban en seguir girando el asador. Dorothy se acerco, puso una mano en su hombro y dijo, "Puedes dejar de girar, ella ya esta cocinada."

Betty cayó al suelo agotada. Dos hombres vinieron, levantaron a la chica de las brasas y colocaron su cuerpo cocinado en una mesa. Dorothy abrió entonces a la muchacha por donde estaban puestas las humeantes verduras en su cuerpo. Lleno platos con trozos de carne y verduras. Pronto todos en el comedor especial estaban comiendo su última comida. Dorothy ayudo a Betty a levantarse y la llevo a la cocina. Preparo un plato con un pecho de la muchacha y verduras. Betty tomo un bocado del pecho, insegura de si le iba a gustar. Mastico despacio y sonrió. Pronto ella había devorado el pecho completo y todas las verduras.

Capitulo II

Cuando los comensales estaban saliendo por la puerta, la chica rubia que fue la primera en comerle el coño a Betty se detuvo. Apartó a Dorothy a un lado y le dijo, "Quiero agradecerle esta gran cena". Dudó y continuo hablando, "Me preguntaba si yo podría estar en el menú una noche de estas."

Dorothy sonrió, esto le había pasado muchas veces. Entonces examino a la mujer y contestó, "Efectivamente usted puede disfrutarlo. Solo quítese la ropa y póngase al lado de Betty."

La chica rubia hizo lo que le dijeron. Miro a su marido y le dijo adiós con la mano. Sonrió cuando Dorothy fue hacia el y le dijo, "Puesto que usted proporciona el plato fuerte, esta invitado a mi casa mañana por la noche para preparar la cena."

El hombre se lo agradeció y despidió con la mano a su esposa. Dprpthy y las dos mujeres limpiaron el comedor especial. Salieron mientras los empleados aun limpiaban el otro comedor. Las tres entraron en la vieja furgoneta de Dorothy.

Pronto llegaron a casa de Dorothy. Era una vieja casa grande. Detrás de la casa había un granero. Dorothy llevo a las chicas allí. A pesar de lo que habían visto en el restaurante, ellas se asustaron. Las paredes del granero estaban llenas de celdas. Debían de haber por lo menos cincuenta chicas en esas celdas. Algunas de las chicas preguntaron, "¿Cuándo seremos cocinadas?"

Dorothy sonrió y dijo, "Pronto muchachas, solo sean pacientes. Hay tantas personas que alimentar…"

Dorothy reunió a Betty y a la chica rubia en una celda. Dorothy le dijo a Betty que hablarían mañana. Betty y la chica rubia hicieron el amor la mayor parte de la noche. Muchas de las otras chicas estaban aparejadas en grupos de dos o tres haciendo lo mismo. El granero estaba lleno con los gritos de pasión de las muchachas.

A la mañana siguiente Dorothy permitió a Betty salir de la celda. Entraron en la casa. Dorothy le dijo a Betty que era el momento de hacer la llamada. Betty marco el número de memoria y un hombre contesto. Betty le dio su número de agente al hombre y le dijo las cosas que había prometido a Dorothy. Hizo un buen trabajo convenciéndolo de que no había nada ilegal en el restaurante. Después le dijo que necesitaba irse por un tiempo para relajarse.

A Dorothy le había gustado Betty desde el primer momento. Aunque se había decepcionado un poco al averiguar la autentica razón por la que Betty estaba allí. Ahora que había realizado la llamada telefónica, necesitaba averiguar hasta donde podría confiar en Betty. La pondría a prueba en la cocina esta noche. Era el momento de vaciar algunas chicas del granero y ponerlas en el congelador.

Sobre las cuatro empezaron a llegar los invitados. Todos se reunieron en el patio alrededor del hueco de la barbacoa. Había por lo menos treinta personas. Cada una de ellas había pagado mucho dinero por estar allí, salvo el marido de la chica rubia. El había dado mucho más, había dado a su esposa.

Dorothy y Betty llevaron a seis muchachas al centro de la muchedumbre. Una voz dijo, "Dorothy, permítanos ver si usted aun puede matarlas de un golpe."

Dorothy no podía dejar de atender el desafío, pero odiaba matar a una muchacha tan rápido. Matarlas rápido estaba bien cuando ella tenía que tomarlas por la fuerza, pero ahora le parecía un derroche. Alguien puso un martillo en su mano. Fue detrás de una de las chicas desnudas y levanto el martillo. Con un giro rápido de su muñeca el martillo golpeó a la muchacha en la base de su cabeza. Todos pudieron ver la muerte en los ojos de la chica antes de que empezara a caer. El martillo también golpeó un nervio y la muchacha se cayó al suelo dando violentos espasmos.

Todos alegramos a Dorothy. Dorothy decidió enseñar a Betty como matar y así probarla. Le dio el martillo y señalo a otra chica desnuda. Bettey fue tras la muchacha y le dio en la cabeza. La chica cayó a tierra pero pronto se incorporo de rodillas. Todos rieron por el fracaso. Esto hizo que Betty se sintiera mal, ella quería ser tan buena como Dorothy. Dorothy se acerco a Betty y tomo el martillo. Le mostró como tenía que girar la muñeca y señalo un lugar al final del cráneo de la chica. Betty imito los movimientos de Dorothy y dejo caer una vez más el martillo en la cabeza de la muchacha. Cayo a tierra bruscamente y sangrando pero sin morir. Betty espero unos minutos a que la muchacha se recuperara. Cuando volvió a ponerse de rodillas, golpeo de nuevo. Esta vez la chica murió instantáneamente. Yacía en el suelo sobre su propia sangre.



Un par de hombres llevaron a la muchacha a un pórtico y la colgaron por sus pies. Dorothy le dio un cuchillo a Betty y le pidió desangrar y destripar a la chica. Betty lo había visto en animales, así que sabia que hacer. Corto la garganta de la chica y después rebano su vientre. Metió la mano en la herida y arranco los órganos con sus manos. Betty estaba entusiasmada al matar y limpiar a su primera muchacha. Lo estaba haciendo con orgullo. Dorothy le dijo que había hecho un buen trabajo, eso la entusiasmo aun mas. EL resto del día Betty no se alejo mucho del martillo que había usado. Incluso pensó en enmarcarlo. Con la excitación había olvidado que ella era el plato fuerte de la noche.

Dorothy saco a la muchacha rubia que se había presentado voluntaria para esta noche. Ella fue hasta su marido, le dio un gran beso y dijo, "Esto es para ti querido. Espero que lo disfrutes. Quise esperar hasta tu cumpleaños, pero no he podido aguantar."

Su marido contestó, "Esta bien querida, estoy deseando morder uno de tus grandes pechos. Estoy hambriento de modo que espero que no tardes mucho en cocinarte."

La chica rubia dijo a Dorothy que ella quería estar viva el mayor tiempo posible. Dorothy le dijo a la muchacha que se saltarían la operación de destripado previo para ahorrar la perdida de sangre. Le dijo a la chica que, si tenia suerte, podría vivir una hora.

Dorothy llevo a la chica rubia a una plataforma, con un asiento encima. La rubia subió a la plataforma y miro el asiento. Tenía un orificio en el centro. La punta de un asador atravesaba el orificio y sobresalía quince centímetros del asiento. Se sentó encima introduciendo la punta del asador en su húmedo coño. Dorothy bajo una palanca y el asiento bajó de golpe, dejando a la chica empalada en el asador.

La caída repentina condujo al asador casi treinta centímetros en el interior del cuerpo de la chica. Gritó. Dorothy le dijo que tardaría aproximadamente una hora en salir por su boca. Dos pequeñas chicas de la izquierda eran gemelas, de pie no pasaban del metro y medio. Dorothy hizo que se arrodillaran. Una de ellas tuvo que comerle el coño a su hermana. Dorothy y Betty tomaron un asador y lo acercaron al coño de la primera muchacha. La chica chilló ligeramente cuando el asador toco su cuello del útero. Empujaron hasta que el asador lo rompió, atravesándolo. La chica grito pero continúo comiendo el coño de su hermana gemela. Empujaron el asador hasta que salio por su boca y entró dentro del coño de su hermana. El asador estaba ahora lubricado con la sangre de la primera chica y se movió fácilmente. Empujaron hasta que el asador salio por la boca de la segunda hermana gemela. La nariz de la primera pegaba contra el culo de la segunda. Betty destripo y lleno a una mientras Dorothy lo hizo con la otra. Pronto las dos muchachas estaban girando sobre las brasas. A Dorothy le gustó duplicar el asador con hermanas gemelas. Pensó que una pareja siempre tenían que ser una pareja.



Dorothy miraba cuando oyó a la rubia amordazada. Supo que el asador debía estar en su garganta. Todos observamos como el asador, de repente, aparecía por la boca de la chica rubia. Ella se deslizo hacia abajo despacio por el asador hasta que sus pies tocaron la plataforma. Un par de hombres ayudaron a Dorothy a bajarla del asador y ponerla al lado de las gemelas. El marido dio su permiso y comenzó a girar a su esposa encima de las brasas. El giraba la manivela con una mano y se masturbaba con la otra.

Doroty miro a Betty y dijo, "Veamos si aun puedes usar el martillo ¿de acuerdo?"

Los ojos de Betty se iluminaron cuando recogió su martillo. Fue hasta las dos chicas restantes y las golpeó tal como la habían enseñado. Ambas muchachas cayeron al suelo muertas súbitamente. Dorothy felicito a Betty por aprender tan rápido y entro en el granero. Saco a veinte chicas. Diez de ellas se distinguían por tener una petición especial. Querían ser ahorcadas lentamente. Dorothy llevo a las chicas al patíbulo y le dijo a Betty que usara el martillo con las otras. Betty se puso a hacerlo mientras Dorothy ponía la soga alrededor del cuello de las otras chicas. Después tiro de una palanca y el suelo del patíbulo se abrió y las chicas colgaron con los pies en el aire.

La gente se alegró al ver a diez chicas desnudas haciendo el baile de la muerte al final de una soga. Las chicas se pusieron rojas y luego azules. Los hombres hicieron cola para follar a las chicas agonizantes. Todos esperaban ser el que la estuviera follando cuando muriesen.

Dorothy se volvió hacia Betty cuando ella golpeo a la ultima muchacha con el martillo. Betty la vio y le sonrió. Estaba orgullosa de ser tan Buena con el martillo. El resto de los hombres cogieron a las chicas que Betty había matado y las follaron. Ellos querían hacerlo mientras ellas todavía agonizaban por el martillazo pero las continuaban follando mientras podían.

Dorothy cogió a Betty por el brazo se alejo de la muchedumbre que follaba a las chicas muertas y agonizantes.

Miro a Betty a los ojos y le dijo, "Supón que tu eres cocinada esta noche."

Betty contesto, "Estaba disfrutando tanto que olvide que seria cocinada en cualquier momento."

Dorothy dijo con sentimiento, "me gustas, Betty. Te cocinare si es lo que quieres pero yo preferiría no hacerlo. Soy vieja y no me quedara ya mucho. Necesito a alguien que me ayude y continuar cuando yo no esté. Cuando te vi usar el martillo me di cuenta de que tú eras la mejor. Nunca he visto a nadie fuera de la familia matar así. Quiero que te quedes y me ayudes."

Los ojos de Betty se iluminaron dijo agitadamente, "Supongo que siempre me preguntare lo que se siente al ser cocinada, pero ahora yo quiero ayudarte. Solo el pensar en matar chicas y mirar como se asan hace que mi coño se moje."

El resto del día fue bien. La mayoría de las chicas fueron limpiadas y metidas en la nevera para ser vendidas en una próxima barbacoa a otros clientes. El marido de la chica rubia comió de su mujer hasta que estuvo lleno y Dorothy envolvió lo que quedó de ella para que el comiera en casa. Así disfrutaría durante mucho tiempo de su mujer. No quedo nada de las gemelas salvo los huesos. Incluso estos se molieron y se utilizaron como fertilizante en granjas vecinas.

Betty se hizo cargo de las cuentas y pronto las dos mujeres abrieron un nuevo restaurante que servia comida a todo el mundo. Cuando se corrió la voz las chicas jóvenes empezaron a llegar y se ofrecían para ser cocinadas. El restaurante antiguo continúo abierto y se hizo famoso por sus barbacoas. Muchos turistas confiados compraban asado, sin saber que era carne humana. Solo sabían que era lo mejor que habían comido en su vida.

Fin

This story contains snuff, cannibalism, and sex. This begins the series about a small southern diner where the source of their legendary bbq is choice long pig.

                                Preface

Dorothy ran one of the best diners in the state. People came from all
over the country to taste her home cooking. Dorothy, in her mid
sixties, is still as spry as someone half her age. Everyone that meets
her feels they have met a new friend. Walking into her roadside diner
you would think it no different from the thousands spread across the
country. Yet her's is a little different. in the front part you can
find the normal fried chicken and green beans. The special dining room
is what brings her best paying customers. In this room, once a week,
she serves a variety of human meat. Her fame is spreading around the
country so she expects, soon, she might have to close the little diner
and open a restaurant that only serves human flesh. Dorothy learned to
cook humans from her grandfather. He ran a diner in Texas. There was
once a movie made about his place. The movie was called "The Texas
Chainsaw Massacre". The movie made her grandfather seem like an evil
man but he just wanted to make the best barbecue in Texas.

When dorothy first started to follow in her grandfather's footsteps
she had to get the girls by kidnapping them. Things changed somewhere
in the mid eighties. Girls found about her diner and came in to
volunteer for her pit. Since Dorothy was getting older by this time it
made her job a lot easier. Every now and then a girl would change her
mind and Dorothy would have to go back to some of her old techniques.
She learned from her grandfather to kill them with one lick to the
head. There was the second movie they made about her grandfather where
he couldn't kill this girl with one lick. Everybody around knew that
wasn't true, he always got them with one lick to the back of the head.
Dorothy was different from her grandfather, she liked to cook her
girls alive. She believed it gave them a better flavor.


                                   Chapter I

Dorothy heard a knocking on the back door of her diner. She opened the
door and three girls were standing there. The girl with long black
hair asked, "Is this the diner where you cook the barbecue?"

Dorothy replies, "Yea, I do a little cookin' here. You interested in
some barbecue?"

The girl with black hair responded, "I guess so...I mean we would like
to be  barbecue."

Dorothy looked over the three girls close trying to figure if they
might be working for the cops. She noticed the excitement in their
eyes that a cop would not have. She invited the girls in and told them
to take off their clothes. The girls immediately strip and stood
before Dorothy. Dorothy walked around the girls and pinched them in
different parts of their bodies. Two if the girls were pretty lean and
would roast well. One of the girls had a little fat on her. Dorothy
decided she would do for frying or stewing.

Dorothy told the girl with black hair, that did all of the talking,
and the other lean girl to have a seat. She explained she had some
southern gentlemen coming that night and they like southern fired
girl. She took the plump girl over to a chair and had her sit down.
She then shaved her head and pussy. Once she had her hair removed,
Dorothy led her to a big pot. She told the girl to get in and rub the
liquid all over her body. The pot held Dorothy's special mixture of
milk, eggs, and spices. The girl looked as if she was taking a bath
rubbing the milky liquid over her body. Dorothy smiled as she noticed
the girl rub more of the liquid on her pussy and large breast. Dorothy
knew the girl was getting sexual pleasure form the ordeal. Dorothy
told the girl to get out of pot and pointed to a pan near by. The
girl, near orgasm, stepped out of the pot and went to the pan
indicated by Dorothy. This pan contained flour and spices. Dorothy
told the girl to lay down in the pan and roll around till she was
covered. The girl rolled around till the flour was bound to her body
by the egg and milk mixture. The plump girl looked like something from
a sci-fi magazine with the flour stuck to her body.

Dorothy led the girl over to this big wire basket. She had the girl
kneel down in the basket. She tied her hands behind her back and then
attached them to her ankles. Dorothy pressed a button and a hoist
lifted the basket, with the girl inside, up and over a large pot of
boiling lard. When the basket was positioned over the boiling lard the
girl's eyes widened in fear. Reality had hit the plump girl that it
was really happening. Dorothy did not care if the girl had gotten
reality and fantasy mixed up. All she wanted was for her to brown up
nice and crisp. Dorothy pressed a button and the floured girl was
lowered to the boiling lard. When her legs touched the hot lard the
girl let out a scream. The hoist moved slow so it took almost a minute
for the girl to disappear into the boiling liquid.

Dorothy looked at the other two girls as they watched their friend
being deep fried. For a minute she thought the girls might try to
leave. They watched as their friend rolled around in the hot lard. All
three watched as the girl begin to slowly brown. It looked as if the
frying girl was caught in a whirlpool as she continuously rolled over
and over in the hot liquid. After an hour the girl was rolling on top
of the hot lard. This indicated to Dorothy the girl had finished
cooking. Dorothy hit a button on the hoist and the basket, containing
the fried girl, raised out of the lard. The two other girls looked at
what remained of their friend. There was no resemblance to the girl
that had walked in just a couple of hours earlier. The figure was
covered with the brown flour. The shape looked human but other wise it
looked like a perfectly fried piece of meat. Dorothy hit another
button on the hoist and it tilted till the fried girl tumbled out of
the basket onto a paper covered platter. When the girl hit the platter
she rolled slightly.

Dorothy walked over to the cooked girl and pinched where her nipple
was. A piece of the brown bread and a nipple came off in her hand. She
popped the fried nipple into her mouth and said, "That sure is good,
wish I had time to eat some of it but there is plenty of work to be
done."

There was another knock on the door. Dorothy opened it and there were
six girls standing there. Dorothy now had more girls wanting to be
cooked and eaten. Dorothy pressed a button and two men entered the
kitchen. She had the men carry the fried girl to the private dining
room, where two men waited on their country fried girl.

Dorothy looked at the eight girls now seated around the kitchen. All
of the girl's eyes were fixed on the fried girl being carried out of
the kitchen. Dorothy spoke to the girls, "You girls are the best I
have seen around here in a while. There is a big party tonight and for
a while I thought I was going to have to serve frozen meat. You girls
follow me out to the smoke house."

The girls followed Dorothy out the back door to the large building a
hundred feet away. The inside of the building was lined with a large
rack over pits of hot coals. Dorothy looked at the last six girls to
come and said, "You girls go back to the bathroom and shave all of the
hair off your body. Be sure and pay special attention to that pussy of
yours." Dorothy looked at the two girls that had come with the first
one and said, "I have something special planned for the two of you so
be patient with me."

Shortly the six bald and naked girls filed back and stood in front of
Dorothy. She looked them over close and was pleased at the shaving.
Dorothy asked the girls, "Do any of you girls want to just walk up on
the pit like you are and do a little dance on the hot coals for me?"
two of the girls stepped forward, this pleased Dorothy. She liked to
see girls cook themselves alive but it did mean a little extra trouble
to her. She had the two volunteers to stand facing the barbecue pits
while she went over to the four others and said, "I guess we better
get you girls ready for cookin'."

Dorothy led the girls to an area where the floor was stained red with
the blood of girls long since eaten. She pressed a button and a hook
came down from the ceiling. Dorothy slapped the hook against the back 
of one of the girls. The hook went deep into the girl's spinal cord
just below her neck. Dorothy touched a button and the girl rose off
the floor, screaming and body twitching as the hook dug deeper into
her body. dorothy stopped the girl when she was about a foot off the
floor. She slid a was tub under the twitching and screaming girl. She
then took a long sharp knife and strabbed the girl in her belly
button. Dorothy worked the knife down to her pubic bone and then back
up to her breast bone. Blood ran in streams from the open wound to the
tub below. Dorothy put her hand in the wound and began pulling the
girls intestines and stomach out. All of the girl's guts fell into the
wash tub. Dorothy then took a garden hose and washed the inside of the
girl till there was little blood.

Dorothy repeated this till all of the girls were hanging by a hook and
gutted. Dorothy pushed the girls on a trolley till they were over the
rack and then lowered them. The girls twitched and screamed as they
hit the hot rack. Dorothy was pleased that all the girls survived the
gutting. She hated to cook dead meat.

Dorothy went back to the two frighten girls standing in front of the
rack. They had seen their friends gutted and placed on the rack.
Dorothy spoke to the girls and said, "You two can change your mind and
get gutted first, if that is  what you want."

One of the girls spoke shakily, "No Mame, I have dreamed about being
cooked  alive all of my life."

Dorothy smiled at the girls and said, "Ok girls, your dream is about
to come true. For your courage I will serve you to my best customers
and friends. Now lets get started."

The girls stepped on the bench in front of the rack. The next step
will put them over the hot coals. The girls looked at each other and
stepped onto the hot rack. They moved from foot to foot trying to stop
the burning in their feet. Dorothy smiled at the vain attempts to
avoid the heat and said, "Girls, its like swimming in cold water. you
have to just dive right in. The sooner you start cookin' the quicker
the pain goes away."

The girls did just that, they lay down on their backs. They both let
out loud screams as the heat burned blisters on their tender flesh.
One of the girls passed out from the pain but the one that had spoken
rolled from her front to back almost continuously. Dorothy watched the
girl move around and new this would save her a lot of work. Every time
the girl changed sides Dorothy could see the marks from the rack on
her young body. She could see the sweat and body juices flow from the
girl. Each time the fat dripped from the girls flames would erupt from
the hot coals below.

The girl was barely moving by now. The last time she move, she looked
at Dorothy. There was a look of relief and a smile on her face.
Dorothy knew this girl had orgasmed sometime since she started
cooking. She had lived and died her fantasy. This almost brought tears
to Dorothy's eyes.

Dorothy went around every thirty minutes turning the girls on the
rack. The house filled with the aroma of the cooking girls. People
from miles around could smell the barbecue. Dorothy knew the diner
would be packed tonight. She smiled at the thought of the people
sitting around eating her barbecue and complimenting her on the taste.
If only they knew it was human flesh they were eating. The only people
that would know were those sitting in the special dining room.

Dorothy went over to the two girls, that had sat patiently while
Dorothy had prepared the other girls. Dorothy looked at the girl with
black hair and said, "I am going to save you till tomorrow night. I am
going to have a private dinner at my house and you are one of he best
girls I have ever had. For waiting I will let you help prepare your
friend tonight."

This seemed to please the girl with black hair. Everyone liked to feel
special at sometime in their life, even if it was a short life.
Dorothy and the two girls went back to the diner and went into the
private dining room. In the middle of the dining room was a pit with
hot coals. She looked at the girl to be cooked and said, "You are
going to be cooked in front of my guest. A lot of people like to see
their food bein' cooked."

Dorothy had the girl lay down on a table with her legs wide apart. She
lathered the girl's pussy and had the girl with black hair shave off
the girl's pubic hair. Dorothy then took a long spit and placed it in
the girl's pussy. The girl with black hair helped as they pushed
together, forcing the  spit into the screaming girls abdomen. While
the spit remained just in the girls intestines, Dorothy cut open the
girl and removed her intestines and other organs. Then the two women
pushed on the spit once more. The spit soon popped out of the girl's,
open mouth. The spit silenced the girl's screams and the room was
silent once more. Dorothy then stuffed the open abdomen of the girl
with potatoes, carrots, and onions. She the sewed the opening closed
with heavy string. Dorothy had the girl, with black hair, help carry
the spitted girl and place it on the brackets that would hold her over
the hot coals. The end of the spit had a crank on it and Dorothy had
the girl with black hair turn the spiited girl over the hot coals.

The room soon started filling with a half dozen couples. They all
mumbled and pointed to the spitted girl being turned over the hot
coals. Dorothy was pleased that everyone was so excited. She knew this
was going to be one of  those wild nights. Everyone was soon seated
except this tall blonde woman. She walked over and looked close at the
girl slowly cooking over the fire. The blonde woman looked into the
eyes of the cooking girl. She smiled when she saw the girl was still
alive as she looked back at her. The blonde woman them turned her
attention to the girl with black hair that was turning the spit. The
girl with black hair was still naked. She looked beautiful with the
sweat running down her body as she turned the spit. The woman with
blonde hair knelt beside her and then licked a drop of sweat from her
nipples. This made the  girl with black hair tremble slightly but she
continued turning. The blonde then lay down on the floor and began
licking her pussy. The girl with black hair stopped turning for a
second but quickly noticed and continued turning the spit. It did not
take long for the tongue of the blond to bring the girl with black
hair to orgasm. Her screams echoed around the room. This made everyone
in the room stop talking and look at the two women.

The blonde went back to her table with pussy juices on her face and a
smile on her lips. Dorothy went over to the girl with black hair and
said, "Betty, you put on a good show for the guest."

The girl with dark hair looked at Dorothy with shock on her face and
asked, "How...how did you know my name?"

Dorothy smiled and said, "Do you think I am a stupid old woman. I had
this feeling about you so I did a little checking. I guess my feelins'
were right about you, Miss FBI agent."

Betty looked surprised and sadden by the knowledge of the old woman
and said, "I am an agent and was sent here to investigate you. I
volunteered for the assignment because I have always wondered  what it
would be liked to be cooked. I did not believe what they told me about
this place. I figured it was just talk. I am not going to tell
anything about this place."

Dorothy interrupted and said, "I know you are not going to tell. You
are going to die here."

Betty continued to turn the spit as she said, "I want to die here,
that is the reason I came. I can also call the home office and tell
them there is nothing going on here. I will tell them it is just a
sweet old lady running a respectable diner with good food."

Dorothy with concern on her face replied, "I will think about what you
said. We will talk more after dinner."

Dorothy went back to taking care of her guest and did not think about
Betty. She knew there was nothing the girl could do with all these
people around. A man left his table and went over to betty. He told
Betty to get on her knees. She did as he asked. The man dropped his
pants and rammed his eight inch cock into her wet pussy. The man was
surprised her pussy was so wet. He watched  the girl slowly turning
brown on the spit as he pumped his hard cock in Betty's pussy. It did
not take long for him to shoot his come into her hungry pussy. WHen
the man pulled out there was another to take his place.

It took everything in Betty to keep the spit turning as the men fucked
her ass and pussy. Every man and woman in the place took at least one
turn with Betty. Betty was not sure how many times she orgasmed but
she was near collapse from exhaustion. It now took everything she had
to turn the spit. Dorothy came over and lay a hand on her shoulder and
said, "You can stop turning now, she is done cookin'"

Dorothy collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion. Two men came over
and lifted the girl from the coals and placed her cooked body on a
table. Dorothy then cut open the girl where the steaming vegetables
lay in her body. Dorothy filled plates with slices of the meat and
vegetables. Soon everyone in the special room was eating like it was
their last meal. Dorothy helped Betty off the floor and into the
kitchen. She then fixed her a plate with one of the girl's breast and
vegetables. Betty took a small bite of the breast, unsure what it
would taste like. She chewed slowly and smiled. soon she had devoured
the complete breast and  all of the vegetables.

                             Chapter II

As the diners were filing out the door the blonde that first ate
Betty's pussy stopped. She pulled Dorothy to the side and said, "I
want to thank you for the great meal." She hesitated and continued
talking, "I was wondering if I could be on the menu one night?"

Dorothy smiled, this had happened many times. She then replied,
looking the girl over, "Sure you can honey. Just take off your clothes
and go stand next to Betty."

The blonde did as she was told. She looked at her husband and waved.
He smiled as Dorothy came came over to him, "Since you are supplying
the main course you are invited to my house tomorrow night for the
cook out."

The man thanked her and waved goodbye to his wife. Dorothy and the two
women cleaned the special dining room. Dorothy and the two girls left
while the employees were still cleaning the diner. The three got into
Dorothy's old pick up truck.

They soon arrived at dorothy's house. It was a large old country
house. Behind the house was a large barn. Dorothy led the girls to the
barn. Even after the things they had seen at the diner, they were
shocked. The walls of the barn were lined with cells. There must have
been at least fifty girls in these cells. Several of the girls called
out, "When are we going to be cooked?"

Dorothy smiled and said, "Soon girls, just be patient. There are just 
so many people to feed around here."

Dorothy put Betty and the blonde woman in a cell together. Dorothy
told Betty they would talk more the next morning. Betty and the blonde
made love most of the night. Many of the other girls had paired off
into groups of two's and three's to do the same thing. The barn was
filled with the screams of passion from the girls.

The next morning Dorothy let Betty out of the cell. They went into the
house. Dorothy told Betty it was time to make the call. Betty dialed a
number from memory and a man answered. Betty told  the man her badge
number and told him the things she had promised Dorothy. Betty did a
good job of convincing him there was nothing illegal going on at the
diner. Betty then told the man she needed to take some time off and
relax.

Dorothy had liked Betty the first time she had seen her. She had been
a little disapointed when she found out the reason she was there. Now
that the phone call was made Dorothy needed to find out how much she
could trust Betty. She would put Betty to the test at the cook out
that night. It was time to clear some of the girls out of the barn and
put them in the freezer.

Around four o'clock the guest started arriving. They all milled around
the yard near the barbecue pit. There were at least thirty people
there. Each of the people had paid a lot of money to be there, except
for the blonde's husband. He had given the most there, his wife.

Dorothy and Betty led six of the girls to the middle of the crowd. A
voice out of the crowd called out, "Dorothy, lets see if you can still
take them down with one lick."

Dorothy could not turn down a challenge but hated to kill a girl so
quickly. Killing them quick was okay when she had to take them by
force, but now it seemed such a waste. Someone pushed a claw hammer
into her hand. She went behind one of the naked girls and raised the
hammer. With a quick snap of her wrist the hammer struck the girl at
the base of her head. Everyone could see death in the girls eyes
before she hit the ground. The hammer also struck a nerve and the girl
lay twitching on the ground. Everyone cheered Dorothy. Dorothy decided
to teach Betty how to kill and also test her. She gave Betty the
hammer and pointed to a naked girl. Betty went behind the girl and hit
her on the head. The girl fell to the ground but soon rose to her
knees. Everyone laughed at the failure. This made Betty feel bad, she
wanted to be as good as Dorothy. Dorothy went over to Betty and took
the hammer. She showed Betty the wrist action and pointed to a spot at
the bottom of the girl's skull. Betty mimicked Dorothy's movements and
brought the hammer down on the girl's head once more. This time the
girl lay on the ground twitching and bleeding but she was not dead.
Betty waited a few minutes for the girl to revive. When the girl was
back on her knees, she brought the hammer down once more. This time
the girl died the instant the hammer connected. The dead girl lay on
the ground twitching in her own blood.

A couple of men carried the girl to an a-frame and hoisted her up by
her feet. Dorothy handed Betty a knife and told her to bleed and gut
the woman. Betty and seen animals dressed before so knew what to do.
She cut the woman's throat and then sliced open her belly. Betty
reached into the gaping wound and pulled out the organs with her
hands. Betty was excited at killing and cleaning her first girl. She
was beaming with pride. Dorothy told her that she had done a good job,
this really excited Betty. for the rest of the day Betty was not far
from the bloody hammer that she had used. She talked about framing the
hammer. Betty had forgotten in the excitement that she was to be a
main course that night.

Dorothy brought out the blonde girl that had volunteered the night
before. She went to her husband, gave him a big kiss and said, "This
is for you darling. I hope you enjoy me. I wanted to wait till your
birthday but I couldn't wait any longer."

Her husband replied, "That's okay darling, I can't wait to bite into
one of your large tits. I am starving so I hope it doesn't take you
long to cook."

The blonde told dorothy that she wanted to live as long as possible.
Dorothy told the girl she would skip the gutting to save on blood
loss. She told the girl she might live for an hour, if she was lucky.

Dorothy led the girl to a platform with a chair on top. The blonde
climbed onto the platform and looked at the chair. The chair had a
hole in the seat. The spit stuck about six inches through the hole.
She sat on the chair easing the spit into her wet pussy. Dorothy hit a
lever and the platform dropped leaving the girl impaled on the spit.
The sudden drop drove the spit nearly a foot into the screaming girl.
Dorothy told the girl it would take about an hour for the spit to come
out of her mouth.

Two of the girls left were small twins, they stood about five feet
tall. Dorothy had the girls kneel on the table. She had one eat her
sister's pussy. Dorothy and Betty took a spit and stuck it into the
first girl's pussy. The girl squealed slightly as the spit hit her
cervix. They pushed till the spit broke through. The girl screamed but
continued eating her twin's pussy. They pushed the spit till it popped
out of her mouth and into her sister pussy. The spit was now slick
with the first girl's blood and moved easily. They pushed till the
spit was coming out of the second twins mouth. The first twins nose
was sticking in the ass of her sister. Betty gutted and stuffed one
twin while Dorothy did the other. Soon the two girls were turning over
the hot coals. Dorothy liked to double spit twins. She figured a pair
should always remain a pair.

Dorothy looked up as she heard the blonde gag. She knew the spit must
be at her throat. Everyone watched as the spit suddenly spat out of
the blonde's mouth. The blonde slid slowly down the spit till her feet
hit the platform. A couple of men helped Dorothy take down the spit
and place it next to the twins. The blonde's husband was allowed to
and crank his wife over the coals. He turned the crank with one hand
and masturbated with the other.

Dorothy looked at Betty and said, "Lets see if you can still use that
hammer of yours?"

Betty's eyes lit up as she picked up her hammer. She went to the two
remaining girls and hit them like she had been taught. Both girls fell
dead to the ground twitching. Dorothy complimented Betty on being such
a fast learner and went into the barn. She brought out twenty more
girls. Ten of the girls were singled out because they had special
request. Those ten wanted to be slow hanged. Dorothy led the girls to
the gallows and told Betty to use the hammer on the others. Betty went
to work on the girls as Dorothy put a noose around the other girl's
necks. Dorothy climbed down and pulled a lever. The bottom dropped out
of the gallows and the girls dropped about a foot. The crowd cheered
at the sight of ten naked girls doing a dance of death at the end of a
rope. The girls turned red and then blue. The men lined up to take
turns fucking the dying girls. Each man hoped to be the one fucking a
girl when she died.

Dorothy turned to Betty as she hit the last girl with her hammer.
Betty saw Dorothy and smiled at her. She was proud of being good with
the hammer. The rest of the men and women took the girls Betty had
killed and had sex with them. The men wanted them while they were
still twitching from the hammer but continued to fuck the girls as
they lay still.

Dorothy took Betty by the arm and walked away from the crowd fucking
the dead and dying girls. Dorothy looked Betty in the eye and said,
"You are suppose to be cooked tonight."

Betty replied, "I was having such a good time I forgot but I am ready
anytime."

Dorothy said with feelings, "I like you Betty. I will cook you if that
is what you want but I would rather not. I am an old woman and may not
have many more years to live. I need someone to help me and to carry
on when I am gone. I knew when I saw you use that hammer you were the
one. I have never seen anyone outside of this family kill like you
did. I want you to stay and help me."

Betty's eyes lit up and said excitedly, "I guess I will always wonder
what it is like to be cooked but for now I want to help you. Just the
thought of killing a girl and then watching her cook makes my pussy
wet."

The rest of the day went well. Most of the girls were cleaned and put
in the cooler for barbecue to be sold at the diner. The blondes
husband ate his wife till he was stuffed and Dorothy wrapped the rest
for him to take home. He would enjoy his wife for a long time to come.
There was nothing left of the twins but their bones. Even those were
ground up and used for fertilizer at the local farms.

Betty took her life savings and the two women opened the big
restaurant and was soon serving people from all over the world. As the
word spread more and more young girls came and volunteered to be
cooked. The small diner was kept open and it became famous for its
barbecue. Many unsuspecting tourist bought the barbecue, unaware that
it was made with human meat. They only knew it was the best they had
ever eaten.

The end 

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 The Dark Garden

 Fog thickened as she walked, her shoes causing a slight echo against the brick buildings. She had left home with no destination in mind. Kelly just needed a walk to clear her mind. Walking at night when the world was quiet often made her feel better, while this night left a feeling that was especially melancholy.

The feelings were strange since that morning she had visited the doctor for the results of her blood test, only to find that she had only months to live. This should have made her sad, angry, or some emotion other than this lackadaisical feeling. Kelly felt that things were happening as they should and accepted the fact that she had no control over her destiny.

Her mind opened outward from her thoughts and looked around at her surroundings. She then looked to the street sign that read: “Cedar Lane.” The lisless girl then looked around closer at her surroundings. While some of the buildings were familiar, other things were alien, such as the park to her left. There should have been a townhouse in that spot.

She turned to look at the entranceway with the arch of miniature roses overhead. Inside the entrance was a winding path marked with dark granite paving stones. “This should not be here, “ she found herself saying aloud. To each side was a stonewall that stood several meters tall.

From within she heard in the distance music. It was a tune she was familiar with "Whiter Shade OF Pale" by Procol Harem. Kelly stood before the entrance with her eyes closed, swaying to the music. She knew she would enter the garden, but was in no hurry. Suddenly it was as if time was on her side.

Cautiously she stepped just inside the arched entranceway and called out, “Is anyone here?”

Although she somehow knew that nothing would harm her in the garden, she still felt the need of a comforting voice. With that thought she heard someone call her name, a soft feminine voice that seemed to offer comfort in the darkness. “Kellllyyyyy”

The sound of the voice made the girl shiver with trepidation, while at the same time it offered warmth, a gift. It was all clear to her now. Yes, it was a gift, one she had thought of many times. She looked back at the entrance and knew that she was home. Tears filled her eyes as joy washed over her, and a happiness she hadn’t felt in many months.

Kelly walked slowly following the winding path. On each side of the path were patches of flowers and vegetation. The area was beautiful, but not with a disordered looked. The garden contained different vegetation as if nothing had been planned; yet there were individual swatches that seemed to have been immaculately thought out. The girl knew why, and that made her smile.

Turning a bend in the walkway she came to a mausoleum made of the same stone as the wall and walkway. The structure was reminiscent of a medieval castle. In front was a tall woman with long blonde hair. She wore dress that bared her bosom, but it in itself showed no era from which it might have come. The dress was long, its black fabric woven to reveal perfect dark roses. Her smile was beautiful and Kelly knew this had been the point from which the voice calling to her had come.

The woman made no effort to speak, nor did she attempt to approach the girl. The woman looked at Kelly and then the path ahead of her, as if showing her the direction. Somehow the girl knew not to try and talk with the woman. Kelly needed no direction. She knew where she was going as if there was a blazing light leading her through the moonlit garden. Destiny carried a bright torch in the mind of those that were allowed to know theirs.

A short distance, and around a bend, Kelly came to a halt and stared in awe. Ahead was something she had seen only in her dreams. The girl walked to the freshly dug grave and the white casket that sat on its mouth, waiting to be consumed by the earth. In the casket was an antique white wedding gown. Excitedly, Kelly stripped off her clothes and then the reality of it struck her, she was standing naked in the middle of the night, in a graveyard. Softly, she laughed to herself as she slipped on the dress that fit as if it had been tailor made for her.

Kelly ran her hands over hips that the satin and lace of the dress covered. The skirt was full and if the girl had worn a bra her bosom would have flowed from the top of the dress. “Only a minor flaw, everything else is so perfect,” said the girl.

She carefully stepped into the pale lavender of the casket liner, careful that no dirt clung to the white, satin heels that had been with the dress. Kelly lay down and smiled as she moved listlessly until she found the perfect position. She smiled as she thought, “I should take plenty of time to make sure I am comfortable since I will be here for a long time.

Unsure of what to do with her arms, Kelly finally decided to cross them on the chest as she had seen so many times done with corpses. The girl closed her eyes and something miraculous happened, the night air was suddenly filled with music. It was once more "Whiter Shade OF Pale" by Procol Harem. That was the song she had always wanted played at her funeral.

The next thing that happened was even more amazing, her mother and sisters were standing over her, crying. Kelly said, “Mother, don’t cry. This is not a bad thing.”

Her mother acted as if she had heard nothing. Kelly realized then that no one could hear her nor could they see that she was still alive. They saw her only as a corpse, their dead child or sibling. Somehow Kelly knew this was no dream and this was really happening. The next day all the people would remember was attending the funeral of sweet, innocent, Kelly Mathers on a Sunday afternoon. Only Kelly, and Gabrielle, the caretaker of the Dark Garden, would ever know what really happened that night.

The funeral seemed to last for hours. Everyone Kelly had ever cared about passed by the casket to show their respect. Tears flowed frequently and plentiful from Kelly and those that looked down upon her. Many times the tears of the bereaved landed on the girl’s cheeks.

As suddenly as the music and the people appeared, they disappeared. Once the garden was quiet again, she felt the casket shift slightly, and then it began to lower itself into the grave. Kelly watched as the world of the garden began to fade and was slowly replaced by the earthen sides of the grave. She could smell the soil the mold, and time itself as she was slowly enclosed by the soil.

Inside the grave time seemed to have lost meaning. Kelly was unsure how long it took the casket to sink to the bottom of the grave. She was not only unsure, but as well didn’t care. She was home; she was where she was supposed to be. She had the funeral of which she had always dreamed. It was now simply time to sleep for enternity.

The lid of the casket slowly closed, drawing a shadow over the still form of the girl, slowly turning her white dress black. The lid clicked closed and Kelly was enveloped in the inky darkness. For a moment her heart raced with panic, but then calm closed in on her. She closed her eyes and then she heard the thump as the first dirt landed on the casket’s lid. THUMP…THUMP…THUMP, until the sound slowly began to get farther away as the dirt piled on top of the casket. The sound of the dirt cascading over the casket was just as she had imagined it. Countless times Kelly had lived this moment.

Her world of darkness became silent once more. She closed her eyes and relived the moments from the time she found the garden, until the moment she was laying quietly in the casket hearing only her breath and the sound of her heartbeat.


Gabrielle leaned on the shovel as she looked down at the grave. She said softly, “Rest well little one.”

Eternal sleep took Kelly. By the next morning the grave was lost in a small grove of fully-grown Magnolia trees that forever held their blooms. The Dark Garden was replaced by the red-stone building that everyone saw except invited guest of the garden.