It always seemed to me that there was something a little unusual about my son and my daughter.
I’m not talking about them having sex in secret. As much as they want to keep it a secret between them, it would be easy for a mother to see that. I don’t want to talk about them on this matter, though, because I’ve been there, too, with my brother Andy (Andy) until we married each other and stopped seeing each other.
I’m referring to when they cook. As a rule, they were responsible for dinner every Friday. But strangely enough, the main course in every case was a roast. And I also noticed that whenever they watched the pieces of meat swirl around the barbecue fork, they were in a very high mood.
This question has been bothering me for a long time and I think I need to find out the answer. At the very least, I can try to enjoy it.
I’m still young, at least for the average mother, having given birth to George at 14 and Zoe at 16, and I’m only 36 now. I have beautiful blonde hair that falls to my shoulders, and I am a tall woman with a nice figure of 5’6″. My friends say I look a bit like Anna, or at least have a similar figure.
As far as I can remember, this strange phenomenon of theirs arose half a year ago. If memory serves me right, since then they have been going to some mysterious party, and they always go out at noon the day before and don’t come back until the evening of the next day, and they are always very excited.
I tried inquiring about it, but I always got a stumped answer every time. I thought maybe it was time to take action.
The next day, George and Julie went out to the gym together and I knew they wouldn’t be back for at least an hour or two.
Upon watching their car drive away from the window, I hurried into George’s room. Under the bed, in the closet, in the drawers, I found nothing special except a few photographs.
Could it be that I’m being paranoid? I asked myself. Just as I was about to give up, I saw a locked black metal box under a pile of his messy clothes in the corner.
I laughed and slipped a small piece of wire out of my pocket. I’m a master when it comes to lock picking!
There were only a few magazines inside, their covers a monotonous black with the name Delicious Cuisine printed in white along with the date of issue and issue number, the top one being No. 122.
Is George going to be a chef? What’s so lockable about this generic magazine about cooking? Driven by curiosity, I absently turned the first page.
For a good half minute, I almost forgot to even breathe. At the top of the first page was a picture of a very fit and mature girl. She was completely naked, her pubic hair had been shaved to the bone, and her hands were tied tightly behind her back with ropes. But it wasn’t that that surprised me, it was the fact that she was in the position of being executed by hanging from her neck.
Not that I’m alone, I’ve seen these choking type images on the internet. While this wasn’t my favorite way to do it, or at least I had been exposed to it, I had never seen one so realistic. I scrutinized it, trying to pick out the slightest anomaly from it as I usually did. I failed; the muscles of the girl’s flabby legs, the half-spit tongue, and the long dangling spit. A thought flashed through my mind: could this be true?
The surprises didn’t end there, and the bold headline printed beside the girl made it even harder to believe: “How to get pleasure from your food!”
An unusual sensation flowed through my whole body, I can’t tell if it was fear or excitement, my whole body was trembling uncontrollably, my nipples couldn’t help but bulge and harden, and my lower body was starting to produce sweet hot flashes.
I let out a low moan, fighting back the feeling of an orgasm that almost came over me, and continued to look through the magazine.
As I expected, it was all true, at least that’s how it was presented in the magazine.
The girl’s name is Michelle, and she is a lawyer by profession, or was.
She was slaughtered in March of this year, a month ago, at a restaurant called “Hells Home.” According to the article, Michelle was immersed in a special sauce two days prior to the slaughter so that the flavor of the sauce could seep through the skin of her body.
The chef cleaned the hair from her flesh and skin, shaving everything clean except the hair. Then came the enema, a step that was repeated as many as five or six times in order to clean everything out of her body. After all the preparations were completed, as shown in the photo on the first page, Chef hung Michelle in the kitchen.
What follows is a large portion of the text: after putting Michelle down, the chef cut open her abdomen, pulled out her guts from the pubic mound to the very bottom of her ribcage, filled the empty belly with a special ingredient of stuffing, and sewed it up with a needle and thread. It is worth mentioning that, as depicted in the article, the thread used in this was not sold in ordinary stores, but was made from the intestines of the girl who had been slaughtered in the past.
After the preparations were complete, the chef began cooking Michelle. He placed Michelle on a special grill with a number of tiny barbs on it, so that even when she was turned over, her body would not fall into the fire pit below.
And so, after two hours of grilling and countless applications of seasoning, a delicious entree was made. I looked at the last picture of the article with fascination, that was Michelle’s appearance after she was finally grilled: her eyes were half-open, her watery blue orbs had lost their luster, and her hands were hanging down helplessly. Her whole body had been grilled to a burnt color, but I thought that this color made her body even more sexy and full of carnal desire, so that people could not help but be attracted to her.
I began to fantasize. I ran my hands over my abdomen as if the chef had cut it open and was pulling out my insides. I suddenly felt the weakness in my knees and I fell flat on my back as if I had been placed on a grill. I seemed to feel the searing heat of the grill, like the sensation of hot water rinsing my pussy in the shower.
I went into an orgasm where I felt my clit dissolve in blazing touches, not just that, but as if my whole body was dissolving. I warbled at the sensation and rushed into an extremely violent orgasm.
I flipped through a few more and it was pretty much the same thing on it, all that was different was different methods, different chefs, and different girls.
I was reminded of the delicious roasts I savored each week and the exuberance with which they cooked them.
I think I’ve gotten the hang of it.
After exiting my son’s room, I folded back into my daughter’s room. Though I had understood their little secret, I thought I could know more, and perhaps an attentive daughter would have more and more exciting things in her collection than a rough-and-tumble son.
Maybe it’s because women hide things in pretty much the same places, but this time it didn’t take me too long to find what I was looking for.
Unsurprisingly, my daughter’s magazine collection is almost more than double that of my son’s. In addition to the same Tasty Treats, there is also a magazine called Fit & Beautiful.
With the experience of the last time, I know very well that this seemingly insignificant magazine will also be hiding very exciting and highly anticipated content. With slightly trembling hands, I was about to turn the title page.
“SHIT!” I heard the sound of my son and daughter’s car outside the bed. It was too late to read it, but I desperately didn’t want to let it go. I hesitated and kept the copy in my hand. Maybe I could read it and put it back before they found it, I reassured myself.
“Hi, Mommy.” They greeted me affectionately.
I, on the other hand, gave a somewhat unnatural smile in return, “So fast today, huh?” “No.” George looked at his watch: “Only two hours as usual, we’re exhausted.”
“Oh…” I was at a loss for words. Maybe I was being paranoid, but the smile on Julie’s face made me feel as if she knew everything. I hurriedly fled to my room, dropping the words, “I’m not feeling well today. Eat by yourselves tonight.”
The rest of the day was a time of great pleasure, and in my room, half lying on the bed, I looked at the stolen copy of Fitness and Beauty, convincing me that I had made the right decision. The content of the magazine was mind-boggling but hard to put down: one article was teaching women how to take care of their bodies and keep fit, but the purpose was not to maintain youth, but how to keep the muscles of the body smoother and more supple. In other words, how to maintain the quality of the meat so that it tastes good after being cooked.
One of the articles gives rules on how to grade meat quality, with five grades from top to bottom: “excellent”, “high quality”, “superior”, “medium”, and “inferior”, “Medium” and “Lower”. However, according to it, as long as you’re not a 200-pound fat lady, you won’t be in the “inferior” category, and if you have a standard body, you’ll be in the superior category. And what if it was me?
I tried the tests in the article: tightening my vagina to prove muscle tension, poking my buttocks and breasts with a bamboo skewer to prove muscle elasticity… Although I tried seven of the ten tests in the article, which are generally only three or four, I was not able to give an accurate judgment of the quality of my flesh. There’s no way around it, after all, there’s a lack of an impartial judge. But even so, I can still determine that I am at least “quality” meat, but whether it is “excellent” meat or not is not something I can determine for myself.
According to the article, there are different cooking methods depending on the quality of the meat. In the article I read earlier, Michelle’s meat looked like it was only “good quality”. The “medium” and “low” quality meat is not qualified for barbecue. It’s usually cut up after slaughter and used as a canning ingredient.
The “top quality” meat is theoretically qualified for barbecue. But that’s just a theory. From a practical point of view, it’s usually cut and sold as cutlets.
Of all the cooking methods, the one that intrigued me the most was a piercing barbecue called “live skewering”.
This is a very strict practice that requires the meat to be of “excellent” quality.
I looked at the photo attached to the article with fascination. What a beautiful woman this was, and as I watched the rod that had penetrated her body enter through her anus and poke its head out of her mouth I began to fantasize about myself being similarly penetrated…
“Knock knock knock!” Just at this critical moment, there was a knock on the door of the room, and from outside came Julie’s voice: “Mom, I’m coming in.”
“AH…” I was a mess. Although my lust had subsided, my clothes were still half-open, and the worst part was that I was still holding the book that I had taken from Julie’s room.
“Wait… wait… wait…” I cried out lamely, hastily fastening the buttons and throwing the magazine under the bed, then picking up a book: “Please… please come in…” “Mommy, what are you doing? ” Julie’s smile was beautiful, that was the usual comment. But now her smile seemed to me to be a little bit secretive: “Reading a book?” “Yes, yes!” I gave her a hard smile: “What’s the matter?” “What kind of book are you reading?” Instead of answering my question, Julie was asking me in return. She came over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and leaned over my half-shrunken legs: “You… seem to have it backwards.” “Swish!” I could even hear my face suddenly turning red, and the feeling of being in a state of distress was not pleasant. I smiled in embarrassment, unable to say anything.
Fortunately, Julie didn’t dwell too much on the issue, but changed the topic in time: “Mommy, there’s something I want to say to you.”
I perked up a little and asked, “What is it, baby?” “It’s like this, Mommy.” Julie said, “I guess you know about George and I, don’t you?” What is it? I mentally snorted, was it the cheating between the two, or the strange magazines in their room? I didn’t answer directly: “What is it, baby?” Julie laughed, and suddenly lifted my skirt with her hand, and pressed it to the crotch of my panties in one go: “Hee hee, it’s so wet! What were you doing before I came in, mom? Don’t hide it from me.” All of a sudden, I blushed with shame, not because of anything else, but because of the feeling of suddenly being seen through by my daughter. I slammed Julie’s hand away, “You…” but was speechless.
Julie bent down and picked up the magazine from under the bed and said, “Mommy, don’t you want to enjoy yourself too after reading this?”
I fixed my mind, since it was already known, there was nothing to be embarrassed about, I smiled and said: “Talk about enjoying it, seeing it all makes me impulsive half dead!” “Do you want to share it with us, Mommy?” Julie’s eyes were full of mischief: “We will give you the best enjoyment.”
“This…” Although her heart was full of approval, she still had to show a little bit of motherly behavior on the surface.
I purposely mused, “Julie, can you tell me about it?” “Sure.” My daughter agreed very quickly: “It all started a year ago when George and I went to Uncle Andy’s for our summer vacation.”
“A year ago? You would’ve gotten good with George by then, right?” “Hee hee, it’s good to know, mom.” Julie paused and kissed me, “Aunt Diane had just passed away, and Uncle Andy was… a little lonely… and… well, you should know anyway.”
I “hmph”, not because of anything else. Andy, this guy, really flirtatious, to a mother and daughter to eat it. But on the surface did not show anything.
“Mom, do you know how Aunt Diane died?” Julie asked.
“I thought it was a car accident?” I blurted out, but then I realized that something was wrong, why was Julie asking me this question at this very moment? I hesitated, looking at Julie’s smiling face: “Is… is she…” I pointed to the magazine in Julie’s hand.
“BINGO!” exclaimed Julie, pulling out a magazine I hadn’t seen from under her dress and handing it to me, the issue number on it was No. 107.
I turned to the first page, and Diane’s familiar face appeared before me as just a face. Her body was being grilled by the hot coals, and her original white skin had turned golden… I gulped greedily and listened to my daughter’s narration: “Actually, Uncle Andy’s real profession is not a salesman at all, that’s just a cover for him. His real profession is the chef of ‘Hell House’!”
“‘Hell House’?” I remembered that the first magazine in George’s box was about the place that dealt with Michelle.
“Yeah.” Julie said, “Mommy, you’re watching Tasty Treats now and Fit and Beautiful just now.
It’s all published by a publisher affiliated with CLUB X. The Hell House is the most famous restaurant in the world. And this Hell House is the most famous restaurant affiliated with Club X. And the Party that George and I attend every week is organized by Club X.”
“The X Club?” I was dumbfounded. I had read about it on the internet once before, thinking it was all fiction, but I never imagined that it really existed beside me, even my brother and children were part of it.
I was fuming while Julie leaned in with a grin on her face. By the time I reacted, her hands were already caressing my breasts.
“Mom, you’re so healthy.” Julie caressed while sighing, “It took me at least three months of bodybuilding to change my flesh from ‘quality’ to ‘excellent’. And mom, your flesh is already ‘excellent’ now!”
“You’re telling me all this…” I fought against Julie’s hands, “What is it about? Are you planning to make me a member too?”
“Yes.” Julie whispered in my ear, “I’ve been chosen to participate in the ‘classic game’ at the next party. The probability of survival in that game is only one in ten, and I want my mom to see my last and most beautiful look with her own eyes!”
Ever since Julie confessed to me, everything has been drama. The next day Andy moved in with us from out of town.
While I waited, I spent a week with my brother and children that was both romantic and ridiculous.
Finally, the weekend is upon us once again and all the unknown experiences that are about to begin.
“Hi! My dear girls, it’s time to go.” Andy greeted us at the door, he was driving us today.
“Okay, Uncle.” George grinned as he hauled Julie and I out of the room During the week, after we agreed and signed the official documents, I became Andy’s personal slave and Julie’s master was his brother.
According to club rules, women attending the Party were not allowed to wear any clothing, so naturally, Julie and I were both naked except for the collars around our necks.
I was sitting in the back of the car and Julie was sitting beside me, with a clear view of our lewd appearance through the clear window glass. All along the way, especially when we stopped at intersections for traffic lights, Julie and I were subjected to searing stares, accompanied by teasing whistles, of course.
After a not too short period of time, we finally arrived at our destination. From the looks of it, it was an ordinary villa that was at most a bit bigger.
At the door, there were two very young and handsome waiters. They carefully examined the membership cards presented by Andy and George. To be precise, Andy’s card was bright red and had the pattern of a knife and fork, which indicated that he was not only a member of this place, but also a senior chef; George’s card was yellowish, with no pattern of a knife and fork on it, but only a symbol of a shallow dish, which indicated that he was only an ordinary member of this place.
As for Julie, it seemed that the collar around her neck was the identifier, and the attendant swept an instrument over it, and on the computer next to her was displayed her profile, with some information about her height, weight, fleshiness, club membership number, and news of the events she would be attending.
At this point, another attendant took an instrument to my collar and read out my information, which had been filled out accordingly, except for the column for meat quality, which was vacant.
“This is something I helped you with beforehand.” Andy whispered in my ear : “According to the rules, you can only register but not participate in the event this time you come. But since I’m the chef here, this is a little convenience for me.”
“Thank you, Master.” I responded.
“Still, the meat quality field must be examined by an expert before it can be filled out, so let’s wait to fill it out after we see the event Julie is attending.”
While Andy and I were talking, two of the waiters were tying Julie up with rope, to which she gently complied. After everything was finished, one of them led her through a small, inconspicuous door, and it was only then that I noticed a small line on the door: “Lucky Door”. After entering the main door, there was a not very large checkroom, and inside the room, I was surprised to find ten or so head-covered females on their knees, and although I couldn’t see their faces, I could tell from their skin that they were all very young. I couldn’t see their faces, but I could tell from their skin that they were all very young. Their bodies were tightly bound with ropes in the “turtle armor bondage” method, their hands were tied behind their backs, and the collars around their necks and the shackles around their ankles were also fully restraining them.
“This is…” before I could say my question, I was already being led by Andy out of the checkroom and into a wide hall. Here, hundreds of women had the same dress as the women in the checkroom, except with their hoods removed.
In addition to the women dressed like this, there were about twenty waitresses walking through the hall. Only, their posture of carrying drinks was a bit special, they were also similarly shackled, crawling on all fours, and on their backs were trays full of drinks.
George came over and laughed softly, “This is also part of the X Club, we call it the ‘cultivation department’.”
“It’s like this,” Andy explained, seeing the confusion in my eyes, “Originally, the real X-Club didn’t have such low-grade content as sexual abuse. However, due to the special consuming nature of our activities, and not all people have the level to understand the fun. So, we added a Sexual Abuse Fun Department (^_^) to the club as a way to train newcomers, so this is also known to us as the ‘Training Department’.” I smiled : “That’s a really good idea, I just wonder how high is the success rate?” “As of now, one hundred percent.” Andy said : “In fact, every female’s heart hides the idea of desiring to be abused to a greater or lesser extent. In our case, it’s just a matter of bringing this idea to its fullest extent.
Give me a girl who looks all right to worldly eyes, and I can make her my slave voluntarily for two weeks, and after two months I can make her voluntarily be pierced for barbecue as long as her flesh is up to it.” Between conversations, we had made our way through the crowd in the hall. After seven turns, we went up a staircase, at the end of which was a door painted black with a large gold “X” on it.
For no reason at all, the beating of my heart suddenly accelerated, after all, when I entered this door, my life would be completely changed. I suddenly wanted to stop and calm down, but Andy’s footsteps were guiding me, so I couldn’t have the slightest hesitation. I took a deep breath, tried to suppress the excitement in my heart, and followed my brother, as well as my son, inside.
Inside, there was fully twice as much space as the hall when I first entered, and far fewer people. I counted roughly seventeen or eight men as well as thirty-five or six women.
By this time, Andy was gone, and only George was with me. He was chatting with a man: “Mr. Rodge, why haven’t you seen your beautiful wife this time?” “Mr. Rodge?” When I looked at him, I couldn’t help but feel a little dizzy. The familiar manly face in front of me was clearly telling me that he was the most popular actor in Hollywood at the moment, and his wife was the famous model Anna Krause. Klaus.
“She’s going to participate in today’s game.” Roddy said, “Speaking of which, it seems that your sister is going to participate as well. By the way, where’s your Uncle Andy, it’s not even cooking time yet?” “Oh, he’s going to go and prepare his lovely niece himself, as this may be the last service.”
“Highly likely then.” Roddy shrugged.
After a few moments, the lights in the room dimmed, and a column of light hit a man in his mid-forties, holding a mike peak, who, by the looks of it, was the host of the day.
“Members, I’m today’s host Rex (Rex) Now the game officially begins. First of all, let’s give a warm welcome to these ten brave women who are going to participate in the game~~” ten girls, including Julie, appeared in front of us as we applauded. It was obvious that they were all well dressed, at least Julie was. On their naked asses were branded their own numbers, Julie’s being “4”.
“I’d like to introduce Ms. Daisy #1 – she’s only 19 years old and a freshman at the University of Washington – quality meat!”
The lights shifted from Rex’s to the first girl on the left side of the team, Daisy was very cute girl, although she was already 19 years old, she only gave the impression of being 14 or 15 years old in both height and looks, with short blonde hair, aquamarine blue eyes, and a round baby face, just like a doll.
With Rex’s introduction, a round of applause rang out in the arena: “No. 2, the sexy Mrs. Sean, Connie ~ quality meat!”
“Number 3, our beautiful 21 year old air hostess ~ Annette (Annette), quality meat!” Next up is Julie, who, as the NBA’s Miss Hot Dance, doesn’t lose her beauty to anyone. Not only that, her meat quality is for the top of the top of the top of the top of the top of the top of the top of the top of the top of the top of the top. As a result, she received even more enthusiastic applause than the first three. Of course, George and I had to applaud a little harder than the others.
It was when Rex introduced Miss No. 7, also known as Mrs. Roddy, also known as Anna, the top model: “No. 7, the top model, the top meat of the top – Ms. Anna!”
Another winner of an even bigger round of applause was #10 Doreen, a beautiful girl with long brown hair, a writer by profession, and more importantly, the eventual winner of the last “Classic Game”.
I smiled as I gazed at Julie, it was obvious from her somewhat trembling legs and such a moist pussy that she was in the throes of extreme arousal. She was just so beautiful.
The lights around the room became bright again once more, and some of the staff dressed in white began to busily carry some strange implements out that looked odd to me. “Is the game about to start?” I speculated.
“Hi,” Andy appeared at my side: “I’m sorry to bother you. But you need to get your meat examined right away.”
“Can’t it wait until I’m done reading?”
“I’m sorry about that, it’s the rules. Still, if all goes well, I think you’ll be in time to see the second half of the game.”
With that said, Andy yanked up the chain tied to my collar and hauled me out of this hall. All I could do was shrug and hope that Julie would be lucky enough to stick around until I returned.
The inspection took a surprisingly long time, mainly because Mr. Dunne, the “meat expert”, used the most troublesome one.
Finally, satisfied, he withdrew from my body and stamped my buttocks with the red mark of “excellent”.
But before that, he’d already ejaculated twice…
Finally, I was back in the game lobby. By this time, the game was half over, and there were only four girls still standing: Daisy #1, Anna #7, Doreen #10, and my lovely daughter Julie #4.
In the corner of the hall I saw Annette, who was hanging from the gallows twitching slightly, her thighs covered with traces of nectar. It was conceivable that she must have enjoyed an extreme pleasure that was normally unattainable.
“Alright ~ now, let’s move on to the seventh game. The test that will come to our four remaining lucky players here is ‘Ring the Bell’!”
With the host’s words, a staff member walked over with a prop that was four-square made of metal and had a round hole in the center.
“This is called a ‘Portable Neck Cutter’.” For a first timer, George was a great narrator: “Inside it, there are sharp blades hidden. You see the round hole, that’s for the person to stick their head through and put their neck there, then push the button and the blade pops out. However, the one in front of us was changed accordingly to fit the game.”
“What about it?”
“Look at the upper right corner,” George pointed there, “look, there are ten buttons. Nine of them are fake, and only one of them will actually trigger the mechanism, depending on who will…”
The game doesn’t stop as we speak. The host took the “portable neck-slicer” from the staff and walked towards the first contestant, Daisy. Accordingly, Daisy went from standing to half-kneeling on the ground, leaning forward slightly, poking her head out of the hole, and letting her long, snow-white neck rest there. Then her trembling fingers, whether excited or timid, reached for one of the ten buttons.
“In a flash, the game was already decided before any of the other contestants had even appeared on the stage. As Daisy pressed the button, the sharp blade popped out with a swish, and before we could fully react, Daisy’s tiny head tumbled to the ground.
Unlike what was imagined, with the severing of the neck, there was no immediate blood shooting out in all directions. It was only that her thin body shook a few times and then shook violently, and with this shaking, her full blood finally spurted out, leaking the nearby area of the floor into red, gradually building up into a pool that set off the pallor of her headless body…
The game was paused for a while because there was too much blood on the floor that needed to be cleaned up. While the white staff was busy, Julie came to us with a smile on her face.
“Sister, you’re really putting your brother in a difficult position!” George complained with a smile on his face.
“Oh?” Julie asked, inclining her head in confusion.
“It’s true, I do want you to win the game again la! But then again, you are so full of temptation. I want to taste your delicious body tonight. I’m in a difficult position…” Julie giggled, and turned to me and said, “Mom, am I pretty today?” “A hundred percent!” I didn’t hesitate. The truth is also true, compared to the usual Julie, today she has three times more charming. Maybe it was because of the game, I mused.
“Well, let’s get on with it.” Rex called out to the remaining three players: “Today’s game is already two-thirds of the way through. Our last winner, Ms. Doreen, still exists. I wonder if she can become the second consecutive winner? The beautiful Ms. Julie, the hot dancer of the Cheesecake Bulls, I wonder if she will still be able to participate in tomorrow’s BULLS VS JAZZ competition; and Ms. Anna, if she is going to lose in this game, her manager will have a headache for breach of contract. Okay, now for the eighth item: ‘Fortune Cookie’!”
“This… isn’t going to make them compete to see who can eat more cookies, is it?” Seeing the staff approaching with a tray of cookies, I asked George in confusion.
“Of course not.” George smiled, “Mom, you need to take a good look at the ‘Club Handbook’! It’s kind of like a lottery. The cookies are hollow, and in the center of the cookie are slips of paper with the time and method of disposal written on them. Whoever draws the earliest is the loser of the game.” Now, Julie was the first to draw, and her slip of paper read, “Puncture Barbecue, Southside Park, 8:00 on the 26th (tomorrow).”
The second was Anna, whose note read, “Birthday dinner at 17:00 on the 28th, member Drake’s house.”
Anna smiled and flew a kiss to her husband. She was a solid winner in this game, and the loser could only be Julie or Doreen.
As Doreen picked up a cookie with a shaky hand, host Rex read the text of the note for her: “Baked tonight, 12:00, inside the club.”
In an instant, the hall erupted in applause as people celebrated the delicious food they were about to taste. Doreen, on the other hand, sat down on the floor with weak legs personally deciding when and how she was going to be handled must have been a difficult taste to enjoy. I could clearly see Doreen’s nectar flowing uncontrollably, even dripping onto the floor.
“Wow~” When Doreen was brought into the kitchen with the support of the staff, the host, Rex, once again said, “Next up, the main event of the day, the duel! Our lovely Ms. Julie vs. model Ms. Anna!”
“Duel?” I ran into another term I didn’t understand, “Is it a duel between two people?” “Something like that.” George patiently explained: “But the way to determine the winner is to see who climaxes first?”
“Orgasm?” I was even more confused.
“Well, see for yourself.” George nuzzled: “I think you’ll see.” In the center of the field, Julie and Anna were already kissing and caressing each other passionately, teasing each other’s lust. At once, I understood the meaning of the duel.
The game (perhaps it would be more appropriately called a contest now) went on. But I wasn’t paying too much attention to their behavior. Because before one of them was aroused, I was beginning to have some difficulty suppressing my own desires. After all, it was the first time I had ever seen those scenes live. But it was somewhat amusing that most of the women in the audience, like me, stopped paying attention to Julie’s and Anna’s appearance in the middle of the scene, and instead became entangled with their respective male companions…
By the time I gasped and calmed down again, Julie’s tangle with Anna was on its last legs.
It was obvious that Julie had completely succumbed to Anna’s fingers. Under Anna’s leadership, Julie’s body trembled drastically as her nectar flowed in a steady stream. For her, this should be an extremely unforgettable orgasm!
Rex loudly announced the winner of the game, Ana. Rowdy. All the people crowded around her to congratulate her. The loser was taken into the kitchen by her uncle. Here she would be pierced and barbecued for the club members to enjoy tonight.
On the kitchen platform Julie lay flat on her back, George and I stood to her right and left, holding her legs open and high in the air while Andy greased the long piercing rod and then entered the tip into Julie’s cunt.
“Baby, let’s get started.” Andy inquired : “Are you ready?” “Ahhhh,” Julie inhaled deeply and her grip on me tightened, “I think it’s time to start.” Andy pressed his left hand against Julie’s flat stomach, and with his right hand he pushed the piercing rod deeper inside her. At first, thanks to the oils and nectar, everything went smoothly, and I could even hear the rod piercing Julie’s uterus.
Next, Andy turned the piercing rod very carefully and kept going deeper and deeper while avoiding damaging Julie’s main internal organs. And Julie was very cooperative in reporting the progress with her quivering lips until the tip of the piercing rod peeked out of her half-open mouth.
Four hours later, Julie and Doreen were on the table at the same time. Unlike Doreen, who was being cooked in the oven, Julie’s body was an extremely luscious golden color, and with the sheen of the grease applied to the grill, it made her even more sensual and beautiful, so much so that when Julie’s body had been parted out, there was still most of Doreen’s body left.
Of course, I also enjoyed Julie’s delicious flavor in it. I thought that my taste should not be inferior to hers. So I began to look forward a little to my being chosen… But until then, it was better to enjoy myself!