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Chapter 1- Making Deliveries

Angela was lost. Next time she'll bring a map, she thought. Driving down
this two lane country road at night was spooky. At least she was
approaching a town. Perhaps there she could ask directions on how to get
back to the interstate. She had absolutely no idea of her location.

Angela wasn't use to being in the country. A city girl by nature, she
looked somewhat out of place in the back woods. Dressed in a clinging silk
blouse and a somewhat too short miniskirt, Angela looked like anything, but
a local country girl. For that matter, how many country girls could be seen
driving a Mercedes Benz convertible? With the top down, at least the cool
night air felt refreshing on her face. Angela made no attempt to restrict
her long blonde hair.

Suddenly the headlights of Angela's car illuminated a truck parked
crosswise on the road ahead of her. Clearly visible was a logo on the
truck's side panel, "Hill's Fine Meats". Odd time of the evening to be
delivering meat, thought Angela. She didn't have much time to ponder the
question of what the truck was doing here. Angela's way was completely
blocked. Quickly Angela slammed on the breaks. She had been going a bit too
fast. If Angela kept going straight she would most certainly hit the truck.
Instead Angela turned the steering wheel sharply to the right. Barely
missing the truck, Angela heard a loud snap as the front wheels of the
Mercedes came to rest within a deep ditch.

"Shit, shit, shit! I just bought this car!", screamed Angela. Although the
motor restarted, when she stepped on the gas, nothing happened. She wasn't
going to get out of this predicament any time soon.

Angela got out of her stricken automobile and wandered over to the object
of her mishap, the meat delivery truck. "Hello, is anybody here?", Angela
cried out.

Without warning, someone grabbed Angela from behind. "What the hell is
going on?!", yelled Angela. Before Angela got another word out, someone
else came up beside her and quickly wrapped a greasy strip of cotton around
Angela's head. The cotton strip was then pulled tight forcing it down
between Angela's teeth. She had been effectively gagged. "Mum, mum", was
all that Angela could utter. In the darkness Angela's eyes vainly searched
for her adductors. All that she could perceive was an all enveloping
terror.

"Nice catch. Although you took some risk parking the truck where you did.",
said one of Angela's captors to the other.

"No sweat." replied the other captor. "When I got the call that our next
catch was coming this way, I figured that the woman wouldn't see us until
the very last moment. That's exactly what happened. Now come on. We've got
to get this one and the others back to the warehouse. It will be morning
soon."

Without wasting any time the two men pushed Angela into the truck. While
one of the men held her still, the other bound her outstretched wrists to
an overhead pipe. Her ankles were likewise bound to a pipe located along
the floor of the truck. Due to the low ceiling of the truck's interior
Angela was left standing with her knees and neck slightly bent. Being
tightly restricted to such an awkward position for any length of time would
prove to be extremely uncomfortable.

As soon as Angela's eyes became adjusted to the dark she noticed that she
wasn't alone. With Angela likewise bound in side of the truck were several
other women. It was difficult to tell exactly how many were held captive
with her. The captive women were denied the luxury of an interior light. No
sounds could be heard either, for each of them was gagged.

After a rather bumpy ride the truck stopped. Suddenly the interior of the
truck was brightly illuminated as the doors were opened. After her
temporary internment in darkness it took some time for Angela's eyes to
become readjusted to the light.

"Come on, help me get the meat out of the truck.", shouted one of Angela's
captors. One by one, Angela her the other captive women were ushered out of
the truck followed by their rebinding within the warehouse. A strange
warehouse, thought Angela. The captive women, Angela now could see that all
together there were six of them including herself, were bound standing in a
line.

Every few feet on the floor were located drains. The floor itself was
constructed from one inch square tiles, not unlike those used on bathroom
floors. Located periodically along the nearest wall were taps. Why would a
warehouse have need of so many sources of water?, Angela wondered. An
abundant number of rubber hoses could be seen near the water taps.

Each of the captive women were bound with their legs spread to their widest
extent. A leather cuff wrapped tightly about each ankle connected to large
rings securely cemented into the tile floor. Try as she might, Angela
couldn't force the floor rings free.

Bound from below to the floor rings, the captive women were also bound from
above by leather cuffs attached to ceiling rings. Angela found that the
ceiling rings, like the floor rings, were very securely attached. The women
stood silently with their legs spread apart and their arms raised towards
the ceiling. Angela wondered what was going to happen next.

"Now comes the part that I like, stripping the meat!", one of Angela's
captors announced.

Joined by another man, the men holding the women prisoner employed sharp
knives to cut away the women's clothing. Angela looked at the man stripping
her with here eyes wide with fear. He started from the top and worked his
way down. Grasping Angela's silk blouse at the top with his left hand, a
quick swipe of the knife down the front of the blouse was sufficient to
permit him to rip the blouse from Angela's shoulders. Seeing Angela's full
breasts encased within a sexy black bra caused the man stripping her to
smile. Angela's body went stiff as she felt the knife's sharp blade press
in-between the underside of the front of the bra and her tender flesh..
Encouraged by Angela's reaction, the man pressed the knife blade a bit
deeper into Angela's flesh than what was absolutely necessary. "You'll get
the knife soon enough.", the man told her. Without warning he pulled the
knife towards him and with the bra's center tension released, the cups
holding Angela's magnificent breasts fell free. Angela's nipples turned a
somewhat deeper shade of pink as she blushed. The man then made additional
cuts to each of the bra's shoulder straps. The now useless undergarment
then fell away to the floor. Impressed by both the size and shape of
Angela's breasts, the man paused briefly. Reaching up with both hands, with
the knife clinched between a pair of fingers of his right hand, he grasped
and lifted from below each of Angela's breasts. He looked at her breasts as
if to appraise them. This action turned Angela's fear to rage. How dare
this man judge her as if she was some lowly animal. With a sigh, the man
released Angela's breasts and continued to strip her.

Angela's miniskirt was cut away from her body just as her blouse was. A
quick swipe of the man's knife down the front of the skirt and the skirt
promptly fell away.

Next came Angela's panties and stockings. The man exercised extreme care
not to cut Angela's skin. The restaurant's head cook didn't like to receive
damaged merchandise.

Having been relieved of their shoes upon their exit from the truck, Angela
and the other female captives now stood completely naked. Their shredded
clothes littered the floor about their bare feet.

Next the six bound and naked women had their hair cut followed by the
shaving of their bodies. Each woman had their head hair shorn to shoulder
length. Angela cried as her beautiful blonde hair was crudely cut. The man
attending to her used a common pair of office shears. No attempt was made
to be neat. The man simply got the job done as quickly as he could.

With the shaving, again the men worked on the captive women from the top on
down. Large buckets of shaving lather were placed next to each of the bound
women. Next to this bucket was then placed a second bucket of cold water.
After applying the shaving lather with his left hand to each arm pit, the
man attending to Angela carefully cut off her underarm hair with a straight
edge razor. He meticulously left not a single hair. He then moved to
Angela's pussy and anus. Here the procedure was repeated. First a layer of
shaving lather was applied with his left hand, followed by the careful
removal of her body hair with the straight edge razor. Again meticulous
care was given. The man carefully lifted up the lips of Angela's vagina to
provide a better surface for the razor. Not a bit of hair was spared, not
even about Angela's anus. Finally the man took one of the water hoses and
gave Angela a good spray of very cold water. Angela shuttered at the feel
of the cold water on her skin.

Having completed a rough exterior cleaning of Angela's body, next her
insides were given attention. A rubber hose was forced deeply into Angela's
rectum. Angela winced at the discomfort. The other end of the hose was
connected to a vat of hot liquid. Releasing a valve, the hot liquid was
pumped into Angela's large intestine. Her belly swelled noticeably. Filled
to capacity, a far greater extent of liquid than Angela thought possible,
the hose was promptly pulled from Angela and the liquid gushed out of her
and down the nearest drain, cleaning out any buildup of fecal matter in the
process. Next the interior cleaning process was repeated at Angela's other
orifice, her vagina. Like what was done to her large intestine, her vaginal
tract was thoroughly cleaned out via a special hot liquid. All of the other
captive women were likewise cleaned out.

A final scrubbing with soapy water completed the cleaning. Angela's flesh
tingled from the vigorous washing. Never before had someone else so
carefully bathed her.

The men complemented each other on their efforts. "I go for the blonde
myself", stated the man who had attended to Angela. One of his companions
motioned to the brunet standing bound next to Angela.

"I think now is the time to add a little bit of seasoning.", said the other
man. "One last fuck before they become roast, eh?!"

The man who had attended to Angela's bathing came over to her and grasped
each of the full breasts in his hands. Angela's nipples were still stiff
from the scrubbing. As he squeezed Angela's fleshy orbs her nipples stood
out just a bit more. Angela's cunt involuntarily opened a bit in
anticipation. She felt a definite feeling of wetness build up within her
cunt. Angela's body shuddered at the man's touch.

Releasing Angela's breasts, the man then slid his hands down the sides of
Angela's torso. Reaching her hips he kneeled the buttock flesh between his
fingers. It felt firm to his touch.

Angela bound standing with her legs spread wide was open for the man's
assault. Without bothering to remove his pants, the man standing in front
of Angela simply unzipped his fly and took out his already stiffened penis.
Angela realized that she was about to be raped. Looking down at the man's
weapon she steadied herself. There was nothing else that she could do.

Reaching for Angela's vaginal opening, the man spread apart the lips of
Angela's cunt. He smiled as he felt her wetness. Then with a quick forward
thrust of the man's hips, he pierced the entrance of Angela's cunt. Angela
moaned beneath her gag. Soon Angela could feel the slap of the man's heavy
testicles against her vulva.

Fortunately for Angela her raping didn't last very long. Overcome with
excitement over his mastery over the bound blonde, the man raping Angela
quickly came. With a loud grunt he pumped his semen deep into the inner
recesses of Angela's cunt. As he withdrew, semen dripped from Angela's
ravaged cunt. No one made any attempt to clean up the mess.

As Angela regained her faculties, she turned her head to see the fate of
the other captives. Most of them had been raped as she had been. Angela
believed the raping to be the extent of her and the other captives abuse.
She couldn't have known how wrong she was. Their nightmare was only
beginning.

"OK, fun is over. Come on now, it will be morning soon. Get the meat
fettered into a line for transport.", shouted a man who appeared to be in
charge. One by one, each captive woman was released from the floor and
ceiling bindings and a leather collar was fitted about their necks. As one
man held the captive woman still, another then securely bound the woman's
upper arms and wrists behind her back. Then a rope was tied to a ring
mounted in the front of the neck collar. The other end of the rope was then
tied to the back ring of the neck collar of the previously released woman.
Soon all six of the captive women were bound in a line connected to each
other from neck to neck.

Sore and exhausted from her cleaning and subsequent rape, Angela made only
weak attempts at freedom. The man holding her had no difficulty restraining
her movements. Promptly the men holding her captive had Angela bound in
line with the rest of the women. Bound in a line, Angela and the other five
captive women were marched out to the waiting truck. Their final fate
beckoned.

Chapter 2 - The Restaurant

By the time the truck reached its destination the morning daylight was
already a couple of hours old. The meat delivery men were running a bit
behind schedule.. The rear door of the truck was suddenly opened. Once
again it took some time for the eyes of the captive women to adjust to the
bright light. As the line of nude women were brought out of the truck,
Angela could see a sign above what must of been a delivery entrance, "Le
Cafe de Femme, Deliveries". A meal must be waiting for them, thought
Angela. She was almost correct.

The head chef was waiting by the door. Pointing to one of the captive
women, he said "Do you people realize how long it takes to roast one of
these? Come on now, get them inside."

The line of female captives, just meat on two legs as far as the head chef
was concerned, were escorted to the restaurant's pantry. Released from the
neck binding, each woman was made to lye down where they had their ankles
securely bound to there wrists. The six naked women were laid face down on
the cold concrete floor. The hog-tie constraints effectively prevented
their escape.

Once all of the deliveries were inside, the head chef carefully examined
each of the captive women. Stopping before each one, he would reach out and
feel their flesh. Turning over each captive onto her back, he gave
particular attention to the breasts and buttocks, as these parts were in
the most demand, and consequentially fetched the highest price. The chef
paused for a considerable length of time in front of Angela. While cupping
her ample breasts in his outstretched hands, he exclaimed, "What a fine
pair of tits you have. Nice and firm. Definitely fine quality meat." Moving
his hands across Angela's extremely lean belly to her hips, the chef was
again pleased. "You're going to make quite a presentation when presented
fully cooked on a platter. I think that I'll save you for the group that is
coming tonight. They've requested an entire roast just for themselves. Now
the question is, whether I should roast you on a spit or bake you in the
oven. Decisions, decisions, decisions."

The head chef turned his attention to an associate. "Have the two brunets
lying next to the blonde be prepared first. We should have just enough time
to be ready for the early dinner crowd."

"How should they be done?", asked the associate.

"Roast the taller of the two on a spit and butcher the other. The stock in
the walk-in fridge is starting to become sparse. I expect a good crowd
tonight. We'll probably get some business from that convention that's in
town.", the head chef replied.

It was a custom of the restaurant to always have on display a woman being
roasted on a spit over an open fire. Visible from the dining area, the
sight of the roasting woman added significantly to the restaurant's
ambiance. Mouths would water as the head chef himself would carve up the
completely roasted female.

Like any fine restaurant this one had a menu. The chef always made sure
that select portions were made available that individual diners could
choose from. Select portions selected from the stock would be cooked to
order.

Angela looked out aghast at the head chef as he walked away. Still gagged,
she could utter not a sound. She was in the presence of a bunch of
cannibals. What kind of town was this, she thought.

Those women selected for butchering were first subjected to a special
seasoning bath. Adjoining the pantry was another room containing what at
first glance appeared to be an ordinary hot tub. Three of the new captives,
including the shorter of the pair of brunets lying next to Angela, were
taken to the hot tub room. There their entire bodies were covered with a
special salve. Made from secret ingredients, the salve had two effects.
First, upon being heated, the salve had the effect of loosening the skin.
During butchering the women would be flayed. Second, the salve had the
ability of allowing external flavorings to be absorbed into the woman's
meat. Spices added to the water bath would be drawn into the women's flesh.

The three women selected for butchering squirmed on the tile floor as the
salve was applied. It caused extreme irritation. One by one they were then
laid into the hot water of the tub. Each women squirmed in pain as she felt
the water's heat. The water temperature was kept just below the boiling
point in order to achieve the maximum effect. For over an hour the three
women would stay emersed within the almost lethal water.

The shorter of the two brunets was dealt with first. Her turn in the
seasoning bath had turned her skin to a deep pink color. The aromatic smell
of special spices drifted from her body. As she looked upon the head chef's
associates with pleading eyes, they unbound her arms and wrists and carried
her to the butchering table. Catching sight of the large ax, the doomed
woman vainly attempted to twist free of the three men holding her. They
were well practiced. The men carrying her had no intention of letting her
go.

The butchering table consisted of a long butcher block table about six feet
long. One end of the table dipped down towards the floor at a forty-five
degree angle. The struggling woman was placed on the butchering table face
up such that her neck was situated at the junction of the horizontal
portion of the table and that part tilted towards the floor. With a pair of
men holding each of her outstretched arms and a third holding both of her
ankles, a forth man came forward to bind her to the butchering table. First
the woman's arms were securely tied to the table. Next to be secured were
the woman's ankles. Then a leather strap was tightly wrapped around the
woman's belly. Finally, a second leather strap was secured about the
woman's chin such that her head was pulled down to the angled cutting
board. Tightly bound to the butchering table, the woman's neck was left
exposed for the ax.

The man with the ax paused briefly before proceeding. He looked down upon
the helpless woman without any hint of emotion. She was just another piece
of meat. Gently he caressed the woman's tender flesh. Her breasts although
not large, felt firm to his touch. Moving his hand pass the woman's breasts
and across her belly, he pinched her. "Nice lean meat. Hill's Meats made
some excellent choices this time."

With no further ado, the man lifted up the ax and aimed for the woman's
throat. Realizing what was coming, the bound woman squirmed within her
confining bounds. Still gagged, she opened her mouth in a muted scream of
terror.

The first chop almost completely severed the woman's backbone. The second
chop finished her. With a sudden snapping noise, the woman's head rolled
over and fell to the concrete floor. Another chop mark joined the many such
marks already lining the butchering table.

Quickly the men got to work. First the skin was pleaded off the body. Using
a special flaying knife, from small cuts made at the top of the torso the
skin was pulled free of the pink colored meat. The skin would be later
serve as the raw material for decorative items such as lamp shades.
Employing a large butcher knife, one man then slit open the headless
carcass. All of the internal organs were promptly removed. Some of the
organs, such as the liver and intestines were saved. Grilled woman's liver
was a specialty on the menu. The intestines were to used to encase
sausages. While the woman was being gutted, others were busy hacking off
the arms and legs. Once separated from the woman's body, the legs and arms
were summarily chopped into sections. The empty and limbless torso was then
hosed down with the strong spray from a hose. With the woman's torso
cleaned out, it was turned over with the buttocks facing upwards. Starting
from the top of the neck, a powerful electric knife was employed to cleave
the torso into halves. Working like a saber saw, the electric knife cut
right through the woman's back and hip bones.

The two halves of butchered woman meat then joined the restaurant's stock
of woman flesh in the walk-in refrigerator. The air of the walk-in
refrigerator was heavy with the sent of spices that the woman meat had
acquired during the seasoning bath. There the short brunet's torso halves
joined several other headless torso halves hung on meat hooks. Just like
slabs of beef. Chunks of skinless pink woman meat having only a single tit
and half of a buttock waited to be served up to the restaurant's patrons.
Lining the walls were stacks of arm and leg sections. Most of the stored
meat would be consumed before the night was over.

Most of the morning was consumed with the butchering of the three hapless
women. Not before the noon hour did the head chef's associates find the
time to get back to the tall brunet. Thoughts of terror filled the woman's
mind as they finally came for her.

"Hurry up you guys, there's little time left before the arrival of the
early dinner crowd." Referring to the tall brunet, the head chef continued,
"Get the meat bound onto the spit, and by the way, don't forget her
injections this time. I don't want to think about what happened the last
time one of you forgot. The bitch's screams could of woke the dead.."

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The woman's roasting on a spit over an open flame was as much a spectacle
as it was the cooking of some one's meal. To add to the sense of drama, the
woman was roasted alive. At least she started out that way. To aid in her
mounting onto a spit, a sequence of injections of a powerful local
anesthetic were administered the length of the woman's torso. The shots had
the effect of very temporarily eliminating any feeling of pain. Just enough
time for the sharp spit to be thrust through the woman's body from her
vaginal opening and to exit at her mouth. The spits themselves were of no
ordinary construction. Hollow and perforated with many tiny holes along its
entire length, the woman's blood would be pumped out of her via the spit as
she was being roasted. Although the roasting woman would soon expire, she
would first feel the heat of the flame and come to realize her fate.

Taken from the pantry, the tall brunet was laid face down upon the
butchering table. Patches of blood and bits of human skin still littered
the table. It hadn't been too well cleaned. While a pair of associates held
the woman down, another went about the task of administering the numbing
injections. Starting at the woman's vagina, he stepped across the woman's
torso administering another shot every few inches. As the drug took hold,
the woman with her hands still tightly bound behind her back, simply stared
ahead blankly. Her chin dropped and her mouth opened as the muscles of her
body relaxed.

Sensing the opportunity, the woman's gag was quickly removed. She said
nothing in response. While three men held her body to the butchering table,
another stood posed with the spit aimed at the woman's vagina. Her cunt was
open for the spit. With a quick forward thrust he then slid the spit's tip
into the woman's waiting cunt. Feeling the spit's initial entry, all that
the doomed woman could do was emit a low gasp. The drug was very strong. At
first the spit entered the woman easily. Feeling the resistance offered by
her flesh, he pushed harder. Hard steel won over soft flesh. The spit
slowly slid forward into the woman's body. Aiming carefully, the bloody tip
of the spit could be seen exiting the woman's mouth. An apple was pushed
down onto the spit to keep the woman's mouth open. Tying the woman's ankles
to the spit completed her impalement.

The flame had already been started within the roasting pit. With one man at
each end of the spit, the impaled woman was lifted off of the butchering
table and carried to the pit. There each end of the spit was then fitted
onto a pair of supports. Unable to either move or make any sound, the now
roasting woman looked ahead with her eyes wide. She could already feel the
heat of flame.

A stainless steel flexible hose was then connected to the flat end of the
spit. The hose's other end connected to a pump. In slightly less than an
hour all the woman's blood would be drained from her body.

Before allowing the motor to engage the spit, the woman was hand rotated so
that a liberal amount of barbecue sauce could be applied to her flesh.
Working with large brushes mounted at the ends of three foot long poles, a
pair of associates labored to coat her entire body, from her forehead down
to the tip of her toes, with the sweat tomato based sauce. Particular
attention was given to the woman's breasts, vagina, and buttocks. Once
fully cooked, these parts would be in the most demand.

As the pierced woman started to rotate, she squirmed ever so slightly. One
had to look closely to see. The flames occasionally reached up to almost
caress the woman's roasting body. The sound of the bubbling barbecue sauce
could be heard through out the restaurant. Loud hissing noises made by
drops of the sauce dripping off her rotating body into the fire added to
the drama.

The head chef was not alone as he stood by watching the woman cook. Some
early patrons of the restaurant had acquired nearby seats. Together they
all waited for the meal to be prepared.

As the head chef tended to the cooking of the first live roast of the
evening, his thoughts drifted back to the fate of the lean blonde with the
ample breasts. She was being saved for the convention crowd due in later
that evening. He had finally decided how she would be prepared. He had much
to do. All ready some the ovens were being utilized to broil portions of
woman meat brought from the walk-in refrigerator. Methodically he set out
the plan for the blonde's final presentation.

Chapter 3 - Dining Out

"Hurry up Janet, we'll be late!" Darn that woman, what does she do in that
bathroom for so long, thought Richard. Away on his company's annual
convention, this time he had relented and brought his wife along. Big
mistake. They were meeting a bunch of his friends at a very special
restaurant. One that had a most extraordinary menu. Richard had
unthinkingly told his wife about the restaurant and consequentially she
insisted that she accompany him. They both had fantasies about the
consumption of humanflesh. A fantasy soon to be realized. Providing of
course that Janet didn't make him miss it.

Janet walked leisurely from the bathroom. With a lean figure and long
almost jet black hair, she was still something to behold now that she was
well into her thirties. "OK Richard, calm down. We'll make the rendezvous."
Janet paused at the closet to pick out her dress for the evening. Due to
the special nature of the event, she had decided to bring her most
elaborate and sexy dress. A floor length black evening gown made of the
finest silk, its neckline plunged down to the bare minimum of concealment.
Wearing it, a generous portion of cleavage was revealed. Some what risqu 
for dining out, but a special dining experience such as this called for
none other than equally special attire. "What I don't understand is why do
we have to be blindfolded? Couldn't your friends merely given us directions
and met us there?"

"You know as well as I, the operators of the cafe can't let their existence
be known to just anyone. They wouldn't stay in business for long if they
did.", replied Richard.

Finally both Richard and Janet were dressed and ready to go. In the hotel
lobby. There the pair met up with Richard's boss and several of his
coworkers. Only Richard had brought his spouse.

"Wow! Well Janet, you definitely look good enough to eat.", announced
Richard's boss as he studied Janet's lovely form. It was Richard's boss who
had arranged the evenings events. He was always on the look out for the
unusual.

Janet gave her husband's boss a wink in reply. Might as well butter up
Richard's boss. It couldn't hurt. One of these days some smart female will
take this wise guy to court for all that he has, thought Janet.

All together there was five of them. Together they piled into Richard's
rental car and headed for the rendezvous.

After a short drive Richard pulled into a dimly lit parking lot. Several
other cars were already there. Off to one side with its doors open was a
stretched limousine. "From here on folks we go blindfolded. No peaking!",
shouted Richard's boss. Only the driver knew their destination.

"Very funny. I just hope that the blindfolds don't itch.", replied Janet.
Janet's reply caused a mutual chorus of muted laughter amongst the crowd.

Richard felt a bit disoriented riding in the limousine blindfolded. He was
sure that Janet was having the trill of her life. The ride didn't last too
long. The limousine came to a sudden halt.

"OK people, I believe that we have arrived! Time to remove the
blindfolds.", announced Richard's boss.

As Janet's eye's adjusted to the dim outside light, she saw a neon sign,
"Le Cafe de Femme". "Lets go! I can't wait to see what's happening inside!
Right now they could be roasting some poor wench on a spit."

"Let the lady cannibal through you guys.", commanded Richard's boss.
Richard looked at Janet with a look of amazement. He had never before seen
her act like this.

As Richard, Janet, Richard's boss, and the rest of Richard's fellow
coworkers entered the restaurant the head waiter ushered them to their
tables. On the way they passed by the sight of a brunet roasting above an
open fire. Janet gasped in amazement. Never before had she, or for that
matter any of her fellow dining companions, seen such a sight. Evidently
the woman had been roasting for some time, as her skin had turned to a dark
brown color. The roasting woman's eye's were half closed in death. As the
sauce that had been generously applied to her flesh boiled from the heat,
she slowly rotated about the flames.

"Is that our dinner?", inquired Janet to the head waiter as the crowd found
their seats.

"I'm sorry madam, no that piece of meat has been reserved for another
party. A take out order no less. Your dinner hasn't yet been cooked. The
evening is young.", answered the head waiter.

Janet was becoming good friends with Richard's coworker's. True to form,
Richard's boss was acting like a total ass hole. The man continually laid
his hand on Janet's knee. Each of his advances was met by Janet's rebuttal.
Janet wasn't going to let his rude behavior spoil her excitement.

As the head waiter took their drink orders, they all watched the roasting
woman. The head chef had come over to her and stopped her rotation over the
flame. Stationary and facing upwards, the chef drew a long knife across the
woman's now quite brown belly. Janet and the others gasped as the chef did
this. While an assistant held a large bowl next to the roasting woman's
belly, the chef opened up the woman's belly and reached in for her internal
organs. Employing a knife in one hand and a spoon in the other hand, the
chef crudely scooped her guts into the bowl. Once he had her empty the
assistant came forward with another bowl filled with potatoes and
vegetables. These were then dumped into the woman's belly. Filled to
capacity, the assistant then closed up the woman's belly with a coarse
thread. With her belly completely filled with potatoes and vegetables the
woman resumed her rotation about the fire.

"That's clever. They're going to bake those potatoes within her. She's
become a complete meal just waiting to be cut open and served.", said
Janet.

"You look like a juicy meal to me.", said Richard's boss. All ready
Richard's boss had finished his double martini and was haling the waiter
for a second.

"Lets see, Janet on a spit. That's one way to deal with a bitchy wife.",
added Richard.

Richard's comment annoyed Janet, but on second thought Janet decided to
take it in stride. Richard could be such a yes man at times.. Buttering up
the boss would make both their lives better. "Why Richard, you wouldn't
dare. What would you do without me?", Janet replied.

Richard said nothing and just snickered in response to Janet's query.

Angela had laid hog-tied within the pantry for the better part of the day.
Her limbs had long since become numb. Although gagged, she could still see.
One by one all of the other women had been taken out. The last one to go
was a slender red-head. As they carried her horizontally, with one man at
her shoulders and a with a second man at her feet, the red-head had turned
her face to Angela. Angela couldn't forget the look of anguish on the poor
woman's face. Not that Angela was in any better a position.

Soon after the red-head had been taken the men came for Angela. This must
be the end, thought Angela. Rather than leaving Angela bound and caring
her, one of the men knelt down beside her and released her legs from their
confinement. Grasping Angela at her shoulders the two men helped Angela to
her feet. With a man at either side of Angela, Angela was pushed forward
and out of the pantry. Angela found walking difficult after being hog-tied
for so long. After a few hesitant first steps Angela got the feeling of her
legs back.

While walking through the kitchen Angela had her worst fears realized.
Several of the associate cooks were busy preparing select cuts of woman
meat for the restaurant's patrons. As Angela watched, one cook removed a
woman's buttock from a broiler. Garnished with a generous amount of onions
and whole peppercorns, Angela had to admit to herself that if it wasn't for
the meal's origin, she would find the dish quite appetizing. Angela
couldn't help but wonder which of her companions from the pantry
contributed her ass for someone's dinner.

Passing the broilers, Angela noticed one particularly large oven. Angela
had never before seen an oven of such immense size. It was big enough to
contain an entire person. Angela had no doubt that this oven wasn't for the
baking of bread.

After the row of broilers and the person sized oven the kitchen opened up
to allow a view of the dinning area. Here Angela encountered the red-head.
The red-head had been impaled upon a steel spit. Entering at her vagina and
exiting at her mouth, the spit held the woman above a roaring fire. Angela
gasped as the red-head moved her eyes to follow Angela's approach.
Apparently the red-head was still alive. Looking closer, Angela saw that
the red-head's blood was being slowly pumped via the spit from her body.
The red-head wouldn't be alive for much longer. What a way to go, slowly
roasting like a pig at a barbecue thought Angela.

On a table near the barbecue pit Angela encountered the finished product.
Despite the woman's roasted state, Angela recognized the woman as being the
brunet that had laid next to her that morning within the pantry. Positioned
on a large tray with her legs spread wide apart, the roasted woman appeared
to sitting and looking forward. The spit that she had been roasted upon
still pierced her body. Locked into a receptacle located at the rear of the
tray, the spit kept her back at approximately a forty-five degree angle.
Surrounding the roasted woman was an assortment of fruits. An apple was
stuck within her mouth. As Angela got closer, she could see hot steam
rising from the woman's roasted flesh. Freshly cooked and ready to be
delivered thought Angela.

Angela was then taken into the dinning area. Seated at tables were many
finely dressed people. Angela suddenly became conscious of her nudity. It
felt odd to be naked amongst so many well dressed people. Then again she
was only meat on two legs as far as they were concerned.

The head waiter took charge of Angela. As they approached a group of tables
with people seated at them, the head waiter stood behind Angela and reached
over to firmly grasp Angela's ample breasts. He then lifted up Angela's
breasts just as if he were holding a pair of prize melons.

Being that Angela was naked, she felt somewhat chilled in the dinning area.
Obviously the environment had been selected for those people wearing
clothes. Angela needn't have worried, she would be warmed up very soon. The
coolness of the surrounding air coupled with the head waiter's handling of
her body imparted a distinct feeling of sexual arousal to Angela. Angela's
heightened sexual awareness was unconsciously expressed by the stiffening
of her nipples and the growing wetness of her cunt. In addition Angela's
normally hidden clitoris was progressively making itself visible for all to
see. Never before had Angela felt so aroused.

Speaking to those seated at the cluster of tables in front of them, the
head waiter announced, "May I present our catch of the day. I hope that she
meets with your approval."

Without exception, the people seated at the tables looked upon Angela's
naked form with thoughts of lust filling their minds. All thought the same
thought, how would this now quite living woman appear fully cooked to their
order? What would it be like to partake in the unthinkable of unthinkables,
to dine on this woman's roasted flesh?

After a pregnant pause, Janet was the first to speak. "Why she looks quite
delicious." Lifting her fork, Janet used the fork to lift up the woman's
stiff clitoris. "I know what part that I want! It looks so tasty." Angela
tried to cry out, but she was still gagged. She was a human being, not some
animal bound for slaughter. These people were deciding which parts of her
body that they desired to consume. Angela's skin reddened with her
embarrassment.

"Well I always thought that you were a lesbo.", said Richard.

"What, just because I desire to eat some of this lovely woman's flesh, that
makes me a lesbian? What deep dark secrets are finally coming out. Please
Richard, loosen up.", replied Janet.

"Oh you two, settle down. I for one would go for some roasted buttock meat.
Always was an ass man.", added Richard's boss.

"Oh dear gentleman, this ass should suit your palate quite well." The head
waiter then released one of Angela's breasts and lowered his now free hand
to Angela's right buttock. There he securely grasped a chunk of Angela's
ass to indicate its firmness. Angela winced with pain. "See how lean the
meat here is. A prime cut if there ever was."

With two portions of Angela's body claimed, the other people at the tables
stated to the head waiter their desires. The head waiter dutifully noted
who was to receive which piece of the slender blonde. As Angela was pushed
back towards the kitchen Angela realized that she was to feed all twelve of
the people present. There wouldn't be much left of her when they got done.

The head chef all ready had the large oven heated up. The barbecue pit
being occupied limited the chef's choices. He had decided to make a special
presentation out of Angela. Soon Angela would feel the oven's heat.

Angela was taken to the butchering table. There a large broiling pan had
been placed. Rectangular in shape, the broiling pan had dimensions of about
two and one half feet wide by four feet in length, just large enough for
Angela.

One of the cooking associates suddenly grabbed both of Angela's ankles.
Simultaneously, another associate lifted Angela by her underarms. Together
the two men lifted Angela onto the broiling pan. Laying on her back,
Angela's knees were then pushed forward by the man who had grabbed her
ankles. While holding Angela's legs up against her stomach, a third man
securely tied together her lower legs. Angela tried vainly to escape. The
men holding her were just too strong. Try as Angela might, she could kick
her legs free. With Angela's legs bound together, the man holding her at
the shoulders pushed her arms towards her legs. Seeing the opportunity, the
third man then grasped Angela's wrists and bound them tightly together
about her thighs. Angela found herself trussed up on the broiling pan just
like a Thanksgiving day turkey. This was fitting, for Angela was to be
roasted just like a turkey.

The head chef stood over Angela studying the bound woman. "I know that
Hill's Meats cleaned out all the captives, but I want to make sure with
this one. We'll be forcing stuffing into her intestines, and I want to make
sure there is no contamination. The last thing that we need is to have the
state health board on our case." Without letting his gaze leave Angela's
nude body, the chef began shouting orders to his associates. "Bring the hot
enema hose and stick it up her ass hole. Make sure that the liquid is
almost to the boiling point."

As an associate stuck the enema hose deep into Angela's anus, Angela looked
up to the head chef with pleading eyes. They can't be getting ready to cook
her. This just can't be happening, thought Angela.

With an ever so slight push on a button, the hot enema was pumped into
Angela's large intestine. Despite the gag wedged tightly into Angela's
mouth, upon feeling the enema scorch the inner walls of her large
intestine, Angela managed to emit a noticeable scream. The shock of the hot
fluid forcing its way into Angela's body almost caused her to pass out.
Passing out would have been merciful. The head chef had no intention of
showing Angela any mercy.

Filled to capacity with the enema fluid, the hose was withdrawn from
Angela's anus. An associate promptly brought a large bucket and placed it
just behind and beneath Angela's buttocks. Angela made no attempt to hold
the enema fluid within her. Almost as soon as the hose was removed, the hot
liquid coupled with the small quantity of fecal matter that had accumulated
within Angela during her time bound in the pantry, came gushing forth. Once
Angela's intestines were completely emptied, Angela was given a brisk
rinse. The water was very cold. Angela squirmed on the broiling pan in
discomfort.

Bound as Angela was on the broiling pan, both her ass and cunt were
completely exposed. Her cunt was facing upwards and her anus was parallel
to the broiling pan. Both her vaginal and anal orifices were now presented
considerably opened due the strain of her bondage. All this was a bit more
than the head chef could take. Angela's open cunt and anus were just too
tempting. "I believe she needs a bit more seasoning.", announced the head
chef. Reaching down to his pant's fly he unzipped his pants and took out
his all ready stiffening cock. Lifting her head, Angela could see that she
was once again about to be raped. She tried to squirm away from the head
chef's attack, but a pair of the chef's associates held her down. They
would get heir turn. Using his fingers, the head chef forced a large
quantity of butter into Angela's anus. He carefully rotated his butter
covered fingers around the inner lining of Angela's anus making sure that
she was completely coated. Satisfied with his preparations, he then
assaulted Angela's anus with his now fully hardened cock.

With a quick forward thrust, the head chef forced his hard cock all the way
into Angela's anus. Angela lifted her belly and made a muted scream in
response. Completely withdrawing his cock, the head chef then forced more
butter into Angela's anus. Once again the head chef thrust his cock deep
into Angela's anus. He repeated this sequence several more times before he
stopped exiting her completely and proceeded to enjoy Angela's now well
lubricated ass. Tears dripped down Angela's cheeks as he grunted and filled
her anal opening with semen.

As the head chef watched, his pair of associates took their turn. One used
Angela's mouth while the other enjoyed Angela's ass.

Grasping the sides of Angela's head, the first associate stood in front of
her and tilted Angela's head as far down as it would go. Seeing the man's
huge prick, Angela had a good idea of what was coming. She desperately
tried to keep her mouth shut. Letting his right hand side upward across
Angela's cheek, the man rudely forced open Angela's mouth. As soon as her
mouth had opened, in came the man's cock. Angela gasped as he forced it
down her throat. Angela had no choice, but to relent to the man's thrusting
into her oral entrance. The cock's immense diameter forced Angela to open
her mouth wider than she ever thought possible.

Meanwhile, the second associate replaced the head chef at Angela's ass.
More butter was forced up Angela's anus. Angela felt as if a log had been
forced up her ass hole. This man was even larger than was the head chef.
Again the process of filling her anus with butter followed by the man's
complete withdraw, preceded the man's steady enjoyment of Angela's anal
orifice. Angela's anus was stretched wide.

After each of the associates had come, one into Angela's mouth and the
other into Angela's anus, an apple and a large bowl of stuffing were
brought over. They had purposely stretched her oral and anal openings. As
the man standing in front of Angela withdrew his cock, he grasped the apple
and quickly before Angela could close her sore mouth, he tightly wedged the
apple between her teeth. Try as she might, Angela could not dislodge the
apple.

Angela's anus was now set to receive its load of stuffing. Using his right
hand, the associate that had for the second time taken Angela via her anus,
shoved handfuls of stuffing into Angela's well stretched anus. After he had
put in as much as he could, he then employed a long wooden rod fitted with
a rounded rubber tip to jam the stuffing deep into Angela's large
intestine. The stuffing of Angela continued until her large intestine could
hold no more. Her belly swelled noticeably. A large diameter but pug was
then jammed into Angela's anal opening to secure her load of stuffing.

"Bring the sauce!", ordered the head chef. Together the head chef and his
pair of associates poured the specially prepared barbecue sauce over every
square inch of Angela's body. Employing three inch wide paint brushes, the
barbecue sauce was spread out to form an even coat over Angela's flesh. The
head chef was careful not to miss any spots. As the sauce was spread over
Angela's breasts, her nipples hardened uncontrollably. Angela wanted to
scream out. The stimulation was more than she could bear.

Angela's seasoning completed, just two more details needed to be attended
to. First, a thermometer, one of the dial variety with a long stem, was
inserted into Angela's cunt. The chef desired Angela's cunt to remain tight
in order to hold the thermometer. Hence she was not used vaginally. Second,
a tiny incision was made to open up her jugular vein. Quickly before Angela
bled to death, an equally small valve was strapped to Angela's throat. Like
those women roasted above the open fire on a spit, Angela would be alive as
she started to cook. Her blood would be slowly drained.

The head chef was pleased with Angela's preparation. Looking down to
Angela's bound and now well seasoned body, he lectured her. "You'll look
just lovely fully cooked as we deliver you to our guests. Ah, I can see you
now. The hot steam rising from your well browned flesh will excite
everyone's taste buds. I do look forward to personally carving up your most
tender flesh. Well enough talk, the oven is waiting." Angela looked up to
the head chef with her eyes wide showing her fear. She was so scared that
she could not move a single muscle. Her fear immobilized her.

Slowly Angela and the broiling pan upon which she was bound was moved to
the specially built large oven. Before the cook's associates pushed into
the oven's hot environment, a stainless steel hose was attached to the
valve keeping her life's blood from escaping. The valve was then opened and
Angela could feel her blood being pumped from her. A feeling of dizziness
slowly crept over her. With a firm shove, Angela slid into the oven and the
oven door closed. Angela began to cook.

Located on the oven's side was a clear portal made up of a specially heat
resistant glass. Through this portal the head chef could watch Angela bake.
And at least for a while, Angela could also observe the chef watching her.
The chef obtained a perverse pleasure watching women cook this way.

It was getting extremely hot within the oven. The sauce coating Angela's
skin began to simmer. The needle on the thermometer jammed into Angela's
cunt began to rotate indicating higher and higher temperatures. Angela
closed her eyes and squirmed about the broiling pan in a vain attempt to
escape the pain. As blood pumped out of her from the opening in her jugular
vein, Angela mercifully passed out.

Angela awoke with a start. Looking about, she realized that she was lying
in bed. "Oh my god, what a dream! That's the last time I go to a French
restaurant after a day at the beach." She stretched cautiously as she
pulled the bed covers from her nude body. Angela always slept in the nude.
The entire surface of her body hurt from her all over sunburn. Yesterday
she had spent the entire day at the nude beach. Angela had over done
herself just a bit.

Angela stepped out of bed and walked to her apartment window. Looking out
to the street below, she could see a delivery truck making its early
morning rounds. Clearly visible on the truck's sides was the logo, ,"Hill's
Fine Meats". Angela looked at the truck in disbelief. How could that be,
she thought.

Angela spoke out loud to herself. "This must be a coincidence. After all,
it was just a dream, wasn't it?"


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