“But, Mom, really, can’t we just get some more meat separately?” Sobbing, Tryon followed her mother into the kitchen.
Tryon just celebrated her 18th birthday yesterday, but she didn’t like the gift her parents gave her: a coupon for an entrée at the Bring Your Own Meat restaurant downtown.
Trine will be turned into a beautiful meal for her guests along with her best friend, Christina.
“Trine, at this point, the party is not going to change without an accident!” Mrs. Brittleson slowly stroked her daughter’s arm lovingly explaining, “Besides, we’ve already reported selling you to the government, so it can no longer be terminated!”
“No need to guess of course!” Tryon sighed and looked up at her mother, “Can I choose how I’m cooked?”
“If it agrees with the chef’s suggestion!” Her mother said, pointing her finger at the phone, “Could you call Christina for me and ask what time Mrs. Kerger is bringing her here? We have to get you both ready early for tonight.”
“Anyway, how did you convince Christina’s mother to sell her to you?” Tryon replied picking up the phone to call her meat friend.
“We paid a good price for her, and Mrs. Keger couldn’t think of a way to use her after volunteering for the annual charity banquet barbecue at City Hall next Saturday.”
“She did?” Tryon replied skeptically, “It occurs to me that she was happy when she wasn’t drawn last year!”
“Was, but she’s changed her mind now! In fact, she could have had a ‘mother and daughter’ team with Christina for the piercing. But she let us have her daughter so we could get cooked with you!”
“I guess it’s best for her!” Tryon concluded, and called her friend.
She made the arrangements, and Mrs. Keger would bring Christina in an hour’s time to complete the transaction with Mrs. Brittleson.
During this time, Trayne was ordered to spend a long time bathing and washing every part of her body. As her father and brother entered the kitchen, Trayne happened to come out of the bathroom wrapped only in a long towel. Mrs. Brittleson put a hand on Terrien’s shoulder from behind and told her to remove the towel.
“But… in… front…?” Teriann whispered as she looked at her brother Lou and father who were smiling kindly in front of her.
She obediently allowed her mother to take the towel away, revealing her young, slim body and her ample C-cup breasts in front of her family.
“It looks like a real delicacy and you’re in for a real treat!” Mr. Brittleson commented, and his son nodded a little in agreement.
“The leftovers of the main meal are coming now!” Lou said pointing out Mrs. Keger’s car in the driveway outside the window, “Let’s see if she’s as tasty as you are? Sister!”
“Yes!” Tryon sneered and grunted, trying to hide his body with his arms to escape the hungry eyes of his family.
Mrs. Keger and her daughter came in, and as the price had been agreed upon, the transaction was soon completed.
Christina had arrived wearing only a bra and panties, but when she entered the kitchen, she immediately stripped down to be as naked as Tryon at her mother’s terse command.
“Bye my baby.” Mrs. Keger hugged her daughter’s naked body and said, “It’ll be ready in a minute, try to have fun on the grill.”
“That’s hilarious!” Christina said as she squirmed and kissed her mother goodbye.
Though the two girls were a little encouraged by being together, Christina was clearly less happy about what had happened to her than Trayne was.
Lou walked straight towards the two girls, running his hands over Christina’s huge, firm breasts in welcome: “I can’t wait to get my share of these.” He giggled.
“Now, Lou, don’t play with out food!” Mrs. Brittleson said sternly to her son and walked over to Christina’s delicious young flesh, “Climb up on the conditioning table and lie down, both of you, and I’m going to shave you clean before we leave.”
“Do we really need to… before we start?” Tryon grunted, but she immediately lay back against her friend on the table. Her mother carefully shaved off the girls’ private pubic hair. Now, they looked like delicious prime cutlets.
“Okay, Meats, now let’s go to the cafeteria!” Tryon’s father said excitedly as he inspected the two girls who had already retired their fur, obviously enjoying calling his daughter by “meat” instead of her name.
Tryon and Christina were ordered to climb into the trunk of the car completely naked and curl up face to face and cuddle together while family members took the other seats in the car. At the Charlies BYM behind the downtown motor park, they met the other guests attending tonight’s party, including all of Terrien’s cousins, most of their parents, and her father’s coworkers. Everyone complimented the bodies of the two shy girls.
The diner’s waiter came out to gather ingredients for the kitchen, “Follow me, meats!” He tied Trene and Christina’s hands behind their backs and smiled as he finished tying the last knot in the rope. Reluctantly, the girls quickly disappeared with the waiter in white to the kitchen entrance at the back of the building.
Almost all the customers had arrived, and Mrs. Brittleson said, “Well, let’s go in, then.” Other customers were arriving, most with their own girls. From a distance, all the meat looked naked, and Mrs. Brittleson guessed that most of them were the daughters of the customers, while others had been prepared for the “Mothers and Daughters” course.
The front door of Charlies BYM was very wide, and the windows on each side of the doorway contained large cages holding two dozen girls who were the ingredients for tomorrow’s meal. The girls in the cages were kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs, their knees and ankles locked to the floor and their legs pulled wide apart, while the chains of the collars tied around their necks hung high enough for them to straighten up. In this way they were in a state of great fatigue and were very tame the next day without the strength to resist.
After they were ushered to their table by a completely naked and very pretty looking young waitress, Mrs. Brittleson’s sister, Ann, said, “You picked a very nice place.” The only decoration on the waitress’s body was a tag attached to her pussy ring, prominently labeled with her number.
The dining room was square and very wide, with the entrance directly across from where the kitchen was open to customers, fitted with a couple of large grills, a large stockpot holding soup, a huge high-waisted, flat-bottomed fryer and a one-person-high oven.
The two blonde girls were placed in large jugs, steam slowly rising from the hot broth that was beginning to boil. They were sweating on their foreheads, breathing heavily, and their skin had turned a beautiful rose color.
Four of the grills were empty, and on another a very young girl who looked to be no more than twelve years old was being grilled. She was lying motionless and had turned her skin a golden brown color and looked almost done.
Immediately adjacent to the grill, two dozen teenage girls and women of all ages, from ten to twenty, waited their turn, their hands cuffed behind their backs to the rings in the stone wall.
On the other side of the restaurant were rows of shelves, on the left labeled “Finished Cooked Meat”, with thighs and shoulders hanging from the shelves. On the right were a dozen small, flat wooden boxes labeled “live for purchase.”
Inside the crate were little girls kneeling in the fetal position, their hands bound together with their feet on the same side, their calves pressed against their thighs, and their bodies curled up on their thighs. There is a hole in the front of the crate where their faces can be seen, and a hole in the back to dispose of their feces. These “take-away lunches” are very small and easy to feed and clean, making them very popular in the market.
“Welcome to Charlies BYM,” the young waitress said to Mr. Brittleson, who appeared to be the host of the party, “I’ve been looking at our records and you’ve handed over two girls to the kitchen, both eighteen.”
“Yes,”, Mrs. Brittleson replied proudly, “my daughter, Terrien, and her friend, Christina.”
“Very well,” continued the waitress, nodding toward the wall where the maidens and women were chained, “these are the menus that will be presented at the dinner in a few moments, from which you may choose some if you wish.”
“So, in addition to the girl we brought, we can additionally choose to enjoy other girls?”
Mr. Brittleson asked just to be sure.
“Yes, it’s entirely up to you,” the waitress said with a smile, “In fact, you can even ask for me or another waitress if you like, just give our number.”
“I see.” Mrs. Brittleson said, and secretly looked the waitress’s naked body up and down for a moment.
Suddenly, the other guests at the party asked her to watch the doorway to the kitchen, where Tryon, Christina, and two other girls of similar age were being led out by a tall male chef in a white hat. All four of them were handcuffed behind the back in front of the wall, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the rest of the meat, as was the rule of the party. As they waved at her, Trine gave her mother and kin a brief, false smile, but the girl’s attention was immediately focused on the meat on the grill and in the stock pot.
The two blonde girls in the soup pot were both almost completely cooked, their necks resting on the sides of the pot, their lifeless bodies slowly rising and falling with the boiling hot soup.
“Oh my god, that’s us in a few moments!” Tryon whispered to Christina as she watched the grilled girls being cut to the right size on the table in front of them.
“Well, we’ll probably get suffocated first.” Christina encouraged herself.
But while they were talking, the waiter pulled two of the two dozen girls out and sent them into the kitchen. Both girls had been sent out alive after being pierced from vagina to mouth and very obviously placed alive on a bed of searing coals. As the waitress applied oil to the bodies of the two girls being grilled, Tryon sighed and said, “Well, it looks like we’re going to have to live through it.”
The grilled girls let out moans and cries from their gagged mouths, and while it was still too small a sound for the guests at the table to pick up on, it could be clearly heard by the other girls. Their bodies were writhing more and more violently as far as the grill would allow, their flesh being slowly roasted alive. The smell of the roasting girls was mouth-watering, and gravy as sticky as molasses slowly dripped from their lips, pussies and anuses onto the hot coals. Subconsciously, Tryon and Christina began to salivate.
“Hello, baby… you look so good for cooking.” Tryon heard her mother’s tones and realized that her entire family was now standing in front of herself and Christina.
“Well, I guess we are.” Tryon said bravely as he watched the cook cut slices of meat from the roasted girls’ rumps.
“What would you guys like to do with us?” Christina, trying to ignore the fact that Tryon’s Aunt Ann was fondling her breasts in order to check the quality of the meat, bravely asked, “I think it would be cool, like poached, you know.”
“Ah! No, we have other plans for you,” Mrs. Brittleson smiled as she lifted Christina’s ample breasts and felt the firm flesh of the young girl’s pubescent breasts in her hands: “We’ll barbecue these with the peppers and enjoy them, and then the rest of you, my dear!”
“Asshole!!!” Christina grunted, but she had a feeling her large breasts would be the center of attention tonight.
Mrs. Brittleson then called for a waitress to refer Christina to a large grill without any meat to use. There, Trine was with her relatives watching her breasts being greased and peppered by the male cook. She was then ordered to wait with several other girls to go through the same treatment on the grill.
“And you, daughter, will have the final glory!” Mr. Brittleson smiled and told the waitress to prepare to pierce Tryon. She was immediately escorted into the kitchen while the guests once again sat down to wait for the first course.
“Well, look at that!” Ann laughed.
Christina stood at the hot grill, forced to bend over and press her perfectly shaped and plump breasts against the sizzling iron grates set over the coals. The breast meat made tantalizing sounds as the chef poked a huge barbecue fork into the roots of the soft meat and pressed the other side of Christina’s breasts against the grill. The three other girls standing against Christina, all with huge, perky breasts, were grilled in the same way.
The submissive meats simply wept quietly as their young, tender breasts were gradually cooked over the coals, and the only sound that could be heard was the hissing of the juices dripping from the breasts on the grill as they fell into the fire. As soon as their breasts touched the red-hot metal of the grill, their smooth, white skin immediately began to darken and wrinkle.
“Tryon’s on.” Lou shouted as he pointed to his little sister she was transported on a long steel pole on a string and placed on a bed of coals next to the roasted breast meat.
“Hi! Tryon, good luck.” Christina exclaimed through tears.
She was dragged away from the grill, held down to sit on a huge tray, and covered with a green salad and some dressing.
“ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah…!” Trying to speak through a mouth stuffed with metal rods, Trine blinked at her best friend. She immediately felt the first wave of heat wash over her naked body. The pins and needles sensation quickly turned into unbelievable pain, and she felt herself losing her vigor.
For the next ten minutes or so, she wriggled frantically on the steel pole. Her skin began to numb as the pain passed. Now, as the pain eased a bit, she regained a bit of consciousness and began to notice the aroma of roasting meat… she thought to herself!
Through the mist created by the heat rising from the coals, she noticed that her best friend had been placed in position on the tray with the salad, her body tilted back slightly, and from the front of the trays she could see two thick carrots sticking out of her cunt and anus, pushing her up slightly and exposing the roots. Her hands were tied behind her back with thin steel wires, her feet were coiled in front of her, a wire bound both ankles together, and several steel locks protruding from the trays locked her legs and feet securely to the trays.
The breasts that Tryon had once been so jealous of now looked mouthwateringly striped evenly across the plump golden globes. Just as Tryon had seen, her mother began to cut into Christina’s breasts, distributing pieces of flesh to family and friends.
As the waitress repeatedly smeared her ass and pussy with barbecue sauce while she did so, Tryon thought, “I really doubt they’ll have an appetite for me later?”
Half an hour later she felt strangely very increasingly distant from herself, and with a body that felt warmer than a young girl would feel like a piece of roasted meat. Meanwhile, the waitress cut the last slice of breast-flesh from Christina’s breast-bone.
“How are you feeling?” Mrs. Brittleson asked as she chewed the peppered breast meat with satisfaction.
“I guess it’s good,” Christina said numbly, “I didn’t feel much when I cut the meat, but it was very painful to roast on the iron grill at first.”
“Okay, so you’ll be back on the coals again, this time with the rest of it!” Mrs. Brittleson smiled mischievously and gave the waitress a signal as Christina was transported back to the kitchen for butchering.
As she was transported past Lou’s sister, turning her golden body evenly over the fire, Lou shouted from behind, “You’ll make a very good entree… I look forward to your female flesh steak.”
After waiting a little while, Trine was roasted and placed intact on a large tray on the table as one of the cooks began to cut her.
The dining room was now very busy with four girls between the ages of eleven and sixteen being placed in soup pots and all five grills had roasts swirling over the coals.
A team of “mothers and daughters” began to be processed, the mother grilling her breasts like Christina; then her daughter, who was about fifteen years old, had her buttocks and pussy pressed against the grill and sat on it for twenty minutes or so. All the guests were amused by this, so the other tables immediately ordered their meat just like that, and immediately there were four girls sitting one on top of the red-hot metal.
An hour later, Mr. Brittleson, while tasting his daughter’s soft labia and comparing them to the roast Christina had baked after being cut off alive piece by piece in the kitchen, commented, “Well, both are fine girl chops.”
“They do!” His wife smiled, and winked covertly at the agonized faces of her daughter and Christina. Their heads were stuck side by side on the table with two poles, their eyes half-closed in silence as they watched their flesh being devoured.