Lunch

Lunch
By Gally

This story is dedicated to a lovely fan, Mary. I hope you enjoy it.

Many burger places claim to have the best made burgers. This however is foolish, as for the most part it's all made the same. But if you can find it, there is a cafe hidden in the lower class town of Worcester, Massachusetts that makes the juiciest, tenderest, veal burgers you will ever try. As you can guess it's quite expensive, though what you probably don't know is they are made from a very special breed of baby cow. This is the story of the day.

Lunch

"We got 7 orders of burgers, 3 seasoned potato skins, and 4 strawberry smoothies!", Yelled Barbara.

"On it", hollered back Ted, the short order cook.

The day was winding down, and Barbara had just served the last customers of the evening. She was quite exhausted after her first night as the cafes new waitresses, but she was happy to work at such a fine restaurant in this part of town. Had It not been for the delicious food it would have quickly gone under long ago. After the last customer left, she went into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat and talk with Ted and Paula, who was the successful owner of the place. Ted placed a plate in front of her with a deluxe burger and fries to which she happily accepted.

"So how did you like your first day on the job?", Paula asked.

"Well it sure was busy, but nothing I can't handle. It's good to have decent pay too, and the free burgers, I'm in heaven!", she exclaimed taking another bite.

"That's good, I think you did a great job hun. You certainly did well in tips."

"Yeah I bet I'm the only 17 year old in my school that makes $110 a day. How do you make all your food so good?", Barb asked.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that, not just yet anyway. But if you stay around long enough maybe one day."

"Fair enough. Well I'm gonna go clock out. Thank you again, I'll see you tomorrow Paula!"

Barbara clocked out grabbing her coat. She got to her car and realized she didn't know what time she was supposed to come in the next day so she went back inside to ask. She didn't see anyone which was strange so she called out "Paula? Ted?" There was no response. She walked into the kitchen and saw the basement door open. Lights were on down below and strangely she thought she heard a baby crying. Slowly she made her way down and saw various freezers and restaurant supplies, then a closed door. She walked up to it and peeked through the window, seeing Ted with a little infant no older than 1 year old. "Awe that's so cute, I didn't know he had a baby.", she thought to herself.

Ted held the little boy or girl bringing him to a cutting board. "A cutting board!?" She absurdly thought as he brought a heavy, square butcher knife down on his shaking arm at the shoulder. Blood gushed out in sparsely timed jets and Ted placed a hot iron to the wound making it sizzle and smell like...burgers?

"Well I guess someday wasn't good enough for you." A voice abruptly cut through her thoughts. Startled, she turned around seeing Paula.

"Jesus Christ, what's going on here!?" Barbara moaned.

"Oh were just prepping for lunch tomorrow. Making burgers this good takes time. And not just the burgers, everything else on the menu is made of infants." She explained holding a small hand gun in her hands.

Barbara knew she had to be cool about this or she would never make it upstairs again.

"We can do this a couple of ways. You can join us, or die. Don't worry, we won't make you food, your meat is too tough by now."

She felt sick. Knowing what she ate only 15 minutes ago combined with the fact she had a gun pointed at her was making her stomach turn. She could only nod and give a weak smile. "Good, now let me show you how we do things." Paula said putting an arm around her. She lead them away from the window where the now dead infant was being gutted, and over to another room behind the stairs. This lead to a narrow hallway and through another door. Behind it was a large room full of crying babies. There must have been 50 cradles, and all if them held a bottle just above the infants faces.

"This is the barn we raise our veal in. These children are bought from a reliable source and safely kept here until they are just right. We feed them heavy cream to make them fat and tender. When ready, Ted brings them to the butchering room and preps them to be eaten."

They walked back down the hall and into the room where Ted was holding another screaming baby. He looked up and smiled at her.

"Learning the family secret eh? Well let me show you how it's done. This little boy is going to be made into burgers." He said holding him over a heavy duty meat grinder. He put the baby's back against his stomach, holding it's little legs up. Putting his foot on the pedal on the floor started the wheels up and slowly it was lowered balls first into them. The empty little sack caught first ripping the skin off, followed by the head of its penis. Lifting the child back up he placed the feet in and slowly the screaming babies legs were ground, bone and all, into red strands.

The grinder got up to its waist when Ted took his foot off, stopping it there. The baby was quite alive and in great distress as it bobbed it's head and arms around in an awkward chance to escape. It clearly wanted to cry, but the pain from its crushed pelvis and pulverized legs was just too much.

"This is my favorite way of cooking. The pressure from the wheels keeps it's intestines from coming out, keeping it Alive while I do this..." He explained while undoing his zipper and then pulled his cock out. Holding the babies arms, he shoved it into the toothless mouth. It struggled to breathe, and spit up a few times down his shaft. He pulled hard ripping both arms out of their sockets. Looking for a new hold, Teds hands moved around the bald head and his thumbs jammed hard into its little eyeballs. He popped them both out and squished them into pulp, screaming in orgasm, shoving his dick as deep down the infants throat as it would go.

After pulling out, he resumed pressing the pedal, moving the baby lower to its death. The throat fucking had broken somthing, as the baby could no longer make sounds. But as it sank down into the meat pile it's arms and head still searched for help and freedom from this horrid fate, with its mouth in a silent scream until it was all ground.

Barbara was absolutely in shock by this. Tears were running down her cheeks as she started to wail.

"Oh now, it's not that bad. It's just a baby, they're not people like us. And like Ted showed you, it can be pretty sexy," the 35 year old woman said, sliding a hand up the traumatized girls skirt. Paula's fingers moved under her panties and started slowly massaging her clit. Barbara was shocked and didn't know how to react so she just let it happen. Paula took this as a good sign and smiled over to Ted to continue.

"This is how we make our "potato" skins." He said grabbing a helpless little girl. He placed it down on the same bloodied cutting board as the first and picked up a pair of pliers and a pairing knife. The pliers pinched hard on her thigh and pulled up following the knife which sliced down along the skin as he pulled it up. The baby screeched mercilessly as he flayed inch strips off the entire leg.

Barbara was still crying and sickened, but her pussy was growing moist with Paula's fingers vigorously rubbing her aching clit. She pushed them down into her wet hole and finger fucked her deeper into submission.

Ted moved up to the babies pudgy little tits continuing to flay her torso. Her face which was once beat red was now very pale, soaked with tears, snot, and drool that bubbled out as she garbled her few last screams.

"Now it's time to get the special ingredients for the milk shakes." He shoved a wide finger up her nonexistent virgin hole and blood poured out into a metal pan. He pulled it out and sucked his finger clean while turning around to grab a wedge and rubber mallet. He placed the edge to the dead toddlers forehead and smacked it once from where he was able to pull it's skull up with a sickening crack. It's soft, jelly like brain fell out into his hand which he placed into the pan. From there he grabbed a large can of strawberries in sauce and poured it in, mixing it all together.

This made Barbara weak in the knees, though it wasn't from being shocked as much as it was from Paula's fingers working her into orgasm. She screamed and shook as she squirted all over the floor.

After a few minutes she was able to stand. Ted and Paula were standing next to her smiling as though they knew they had won her.

"So, still want to work here? There's always option B." Paula said tapping the gun in her folded arms.

Barbara didn't really want to die, and as wrong as she knew it was to do this, she couldn't deny it was starting to have a certain appeal. Not having any options she looked up at her employer. "If you want to give me a baby I'll help."

"Splendid! I was really hoping a sexy girl like you would make the right decision. Ted, would you please go get some more cattle? We still have a lot of prepping to do."

"Sure thing." He said walking out the room pulling an empty wagon behind him.

A few minutes later he came back with 3 crying infants.

"Take your pick hun." He said holding his hand out.

She grabbed a little asian girl and put it on the red, sticky table. "Want me to make burgers? Or..."

"Since it's your first, you can do what ever you want to her. Don't be afraid to have some fun at work dear." Said Paula, working her hand into her gooey snatch.

Barbara was nervous. She wasn't sure where to start, so she began by pushing it's stomach and neck, basicly just pissing it off. She started heaving as her pussy began to drip. Barbara lifted the infant into a sitting position and rubbed her soft back. Her hand moved back and swiftly thumped it in between the shoulder blades, knocking the wind out of its lungs. It sputtered and coughed until it was able to screech from the attack. She put her finger up to its undeveloped vagina and jammed it in as hard as she could. She ripped it open enough to get two fingers in. The infant screeched like a banshee as her tiny bud bloomed open like a bloody flower. She pulled out and went over to the stove, starting the flame and put a pan on the burner. She went back over, picking the infant up by the leg which resulted in a satisfying *thump* from its head smacking against the table and waited. When the pan was nice and hot she picked up the whimpering victim and placed the right side of its face down onto the hot metal for a few moments and it wailed inhumanly! The smell of cooked meat permeated the air and she picked it back up. The pan was actually stuck to its face which Barbara ripped off, taking skin and some meat with it. The skin was blackened to the pan but all that baby fat came off in long, wet strands. You could clearly see parts of her skull now, and all the meat around her eyeball was gone which made it look truly grotesque. She took hold of a spoon and shoved it beneath the orb. The eye popped out along with a small red cord. Taking the little eyeball in her fingers she squished it into pulp, leaving it against the cheek bone.

Taking the knife again she made a small incision into her abdomen. She shoved her fingers inside and pulled out her felonien tubes and cut them out. Barbara turned to the cook. "I wanna watch you cum in her while I kill her. Please?"

"I can certainly do that." He said, placed his over sized cock to the bleeding crevice, and shoved it in. The poor little girl wailed as the throbbing head forced it's way past the cervix, and undeveloped womb, and deep into her guts. Barbara's fingers pushed into her abdomen and she could actually see his dick pushing in and out of her ruined organs. She put her fingers around the bloody shaft and jacked him off. The baby girl was close to death, so she leaned in and gave it one last kiss. When the tongue wiggled into her mouth she bit down hard and ripped it right out of her throat.

The infant went through its death struggles, then stopped all together, staring blankly at the ceiling with its one good eye. She felt the cooks cock twitch between her fingers and looked down at the ruined stomach to see him blow load after load of his cum inside her. Paula came with a wail and squirted half way across the room.

After a few minutes Paula and Ted looked to Barbara. "So, what now? Do we have to brutally kill you? Or are you with us?" Paula asked.

"That was incredible! I never want to work anywhere else! She exclaimed with a wide grin.

"I'm so happy to hear darling! I know I've said it once, but welcome to the family!" She yelled, and they all went in for a naked group hug, leaving the dead baby in its own blood, occasionally still twitching a leg from its nerves.

The next day they were all happily working. They had quite a busy lunch rush as they had a few new items on the menu. Calf tongue marinated in Greek dressing, and fried baby clam with caviar. If your ever in the neighborhood, and you wanna try somthing different, I highly suggest it.

The End