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Writer: Regis
Subject: CHICKS TO CHICKENS 3
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Chicks To Chickens 3
One of the boys picked up the severed masked head while the other mopped up some of the spilled blood. The head was taken behind the table that had placed the top bid, and the severed neck was thrust down on the large hook on the wall, so that the chicken-masked head served as a trophy.
The mask was now removed, so that they could see the shocked face of the girl they were about to eat. This was incredible. The wealthy people at the tables were paying for the rights to see these girls, the daughters of their peers, being killed and roasted so they could dine on them!
The girl beside Carla was selected next to step up onto the riser. Carla saw the shapely girl’s knees tremble as she stepped up the six steps to the top of the platform, and saw the girl’s full breasts quiver as much as her knees were as she was ‘plucked’ of her robe.
This girl’s breasts were larger than those on the girl who had been killed, and they were more pointed, like the noses on twin torpedoes. This was a truly stunning cunt. The bidding went all the way up to fifty-eight hundred dollars, went no further, and the gavel fell.
The second girl had been sold, and just like the first, the girl’s new owners had no plans to take her home. They would enjoy watching their purchase being violently decapitated, seeing her naked body roast, and then enjoy feasting on her freshly barbecued flesh.
The butcher forced her to get down onto her hands and knees, with her side toward the guests, and to raise her head. Carla watched in fascination as the two rails on the framework were slid into place on either side of the girl’s neck, and the lever thrown that clamped the small sturdy rails to her steel collar.
Her painted mouth, clearly visible under the beak on her mask, opened wide to scream, but she was so terrified she was unable to force the scream from her throat. Her big cone-shaped breasts pointed downward at the riser, and they swelled as if to milk themselves with each deep breath.
As the beautiful naked bitch arched her back to raise her head as commanded, her tits were thrust forward, and her ass was pressed higher, spreading her buttocks to reveal her puckered anus and her open vagina. It appeared as if her cunt was begging for one final fuck.
With the sharp crack of the pistol, her head suddenly rolled too far backward, crossed her back, then slid off, bouncing on the platform with a thud on its way to the hardwood floor. That quickly, they had killed the second cunt, to be roasted as a human chicken.
This was far worse than being shocking to the ladies; it had become eminently threatening. Carla knew her turn was coming, and that there was no possible escape. She tried to distract herself while the carcass was impaled and loaded on the obscene barbecue.
The cunt’s masked head was then hung behind the table of the foursome that had paid for her. Carla watched the butcher, to see how he prepared the weapon, which she thought of as a portable guillotine. He released the lever that clamped the twin rails to the collar, now freed from the bitch’s neck.
He threw the bright chromed collar beside the first one that had been discarded earlier, on the floor near one end of the long barbecue cart. Carla watched in terror as he pulled the seven-inch wide disk blade back. She saw that underneath the blade was a shaft that was thrust into the pistol’s barrel in place of a bullet.
Now she understood how the weapon worked. It was diabolically clever and simple. The shells had no bullet in them, just a charge of gunpowder. They drove the blade forward rapidly, so that it would easily slam forward across the upper surface of the collar, cutting cleanly through the neck of the woman wearing the collar.
It was an incredible idea, one that suited the sophistication of the dire situation, and Carla realized that if she were not a victim, she would find the idea interesting, and might even have been sold a ticket to attend this event herself. She was not a cannibal, but found the concept sufficiently devious to be interesting.
The thought shocked her, and she realized how protected she was, or had been until this episode, in her life as the daughter of a wealthy Swiss industrialist. She realized that her father, an arms maker, might even have owned the company that made the pistol that was welded in place to power the portable guillotine.
That was how she knew enough about guns to recognize how this diabolical weapon worked. She was a child of the society in which values were no more than what interested you at the time. It was a time in which the very wealthy looked for new and more exciting ways in which to entertain themselves.
666
Right after graduation from university, Carla had gone on a weeklong celebration cruise on the Mediterranean with her friends, and their yacht had stopped in on a retreat on a private Greek island. The tiny island was unoccupied, but had on it a pair of tiny abandoned villages.
For excitement, they had played a game on the first night involving an innovative form of hide and seek, following a session of skinny-dipping and thrilling ocean fucking. The women at the party had been sent running off, stark naked, to find a secure hiding place, which was a bit of a challenge in the dark, with unfamiliar terrain.
They were required to hide somewhere in a deserted village, where everything was made of stone. The girls knew that bloodhounds the men had insisted be brought would be used to track them, so that the only question was who would be discovered first.
Most of the girls were pulled giggling and screaming from their hiding places, but three were left hiding in the shelters they had chosen, with the hounds baying just out of reach. When all of the others had been found, two of the girls still hiding were brought out, disappointed they had been found.
The naked college girls were forced to submit on their hands and knees in the moonlight while the hounds that had found them were permitted to mount them, and were given their reward of a human fuck. The big slobbering hounds mounted the kneeling beauties, giving them a bestial fuck in front of the rest of the assembled group.
The girls were humiliated, but knew this was part of the rules, and were excited at the outrageous consequences of being found. They were special, daring, and the games they played had higher stakes. What the girls did not know was what was planned for the remaining girl in hiding.
She had hidden in a small stone shed, which had only one window and a small door. In the shadows beside the outbuilding was a pile of stones and a barrel with freshly mixed mortar. After the bestial sex act, all of the participants assembled at the final hiding spot.
They all, including Carla, participated in filling in the window and doorway with stones and mortar, as the boys directed. When they were done, the naked girl’s hiding place became her tomb, and all of them excitedly joined in the heinous crime of imprisoning her alive.
Which of the gorgeous young nudes had become the victim of the serious game was a random choice, as it was the hiding place, not the participant, which had been selected. All the girls had been equal going into the game, and each had a good chance of being the one to choose the fateful hiding spot.
It was a rite of passage, a statement that now they were adults and played adult games, with terrible consequences. That had been the most exciting game of Carla’s young life. As a full participant, she had been complicit in the killing of one of her friends, and as such become a murderer!
Although she had experienced many nightmares about that incident since that dreadfully exciting night, Carla had been thrilled at the outrageous nature of the event, and knew that although she would not knowingly put herself at such risk, she would enjoy taking part again.
What stimulated her was that the stakes were so high, and as long as someone else turned out to be such a big loser, she was in. None of the girls had dreamed that the game of hide seek on that island would turn out as it did, but the survivors had all gone along with the men and participated in the sealing of the living girl’s tomb.
This was entirely different. This sport of decapitation and roasting was not a high stakes game, because it looked like every one of the fifteen beautiful captives was destined to become a loser. Carla could see no possibility of surviving this outrageous event.
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A girl from the far end of the line was made to climb onto the auction platform next. She was one of Carla’s best friends, who she recognized because of a pair of moles on her friend’s left breast. Carla closed her eyes, but heard the bidding, which stopped at fifty-one hundred dollars.
The auctioneer mentioned during his banter that the diners had joined this gathering at a price of two thousand dollars a plate. That came to eight thousand dollars per table, before the purchase of their live roast. There were sixty of them, and Carla evaluated the earnings in her head.
The people had paid in total one hundred twenty thousand dollars to attend, and with the bidding looking like it would average more than five thousand dollars per girl, that would make another seventy-five thousand dollars. This was an extremely expensive event.
She would now willingly pay to become a diner rather than a chicken. The whole event would bring in at least two hundred thousand, and considering all of the transportation they had undergone, would have cost perhaps as much as three-quarters of that. That made a fifty thousand dollar profit for the sponsor.
Any one of the wealthy participants could have paid for the whole thing and not notice the difference in their bank balance. Carla realized the potential for this kind of thing. She thought suddenly that this was probably not the first such event. She wondered why she had never heard of it before.
A glance at the monstrous barbecue made it clear that it had been well used before. She had noticed a roasted meat smell when it had been rolled in, but she had not realized that it would be from drippings from the roasted meat of beautiful young women such as herself.
She also remembered how from time to time several of her friends would no longer be seen at the casinos or social gatherings where they were naked entertainers. She had imagined that they had gone on vacation to America, Australia or the far East.
Or perhaps they had become pregnant, and had dropped out of circulation to avoid embarrassment. Sometimes that was in fact what had happened, but sometimes several would be gone at around the same time, and she would not hear from or hear of them again.
She had never heard of a raid of a casino or party as direct and daring as the one in which she had been taken, but of course casinos would never publicize such an outlandish raid, as such news would drive away customers. All she was thinking was speculation at best.
What she knew for certain was that two of her group were now dead, decapitated, spit and roasting, and as she heard the crack of the pistol, a third lost her head and about to join the first two on the spit. She realized for the first time that her knees were shaking as she watched,
It was so shocking to see the anal impalement of the headless body, and watch the muscular boys load it onto the barbecue. She could not keep her eyes off the chef, his penis poking his apron out as he bent and prepared the girl’s limbs, and then start the body rotating over the gas-fed glowing coals.
The three roasting female carcasses were rotating in unison, and took up only one-fifth of the long barbecue. There was room on the monstrous roasting device for all fifteen of the girls. They were all going to die. They would all have to climb onto the platform to be bought.
They would all be “plucked” of their feathered robe to stand naked before the diners and auctioned off, then have the terrible portable guillotine attached to their collars, and with a squeeze of the trigger, lose their heads. She was so distraught by it all that she squatted and took a shit.
At least she would never feel the spike go into her severed neck up into her head as it was hung, wearing the chicken mask, on the spike behind the winning bidder’s table. She would not experience the humiliation and pain of the steel shaft being thrust up her bum.
Nor would she feel it go right up through her body to fully impale her, and she would not feel the heat of the coals as her meat was slowly roasted as she turned on the spit. That was small comfort to Carla as she watched several more girls climb the bloodstained carpeted steps to their deaths, for the entertainment of these people.
The horror from what was happening to the girls up on the platform slowly diminished, so that she was soon able to watch the bodies roasting. The first bodies to be loaded on the spit were now browned. Melting fat leaked out through pores, and covered the bodies with drops like sweat.
The fat ran over the naked girl-meat, basting them as they turned, and it rolled in rivulets, dripping from low points like the nipples, elbows and knees. The self-basting roasters gleamed from the slick of their melted fat, so that they all browned evenly as they roasted.
As their heated meat swelled, it stretched their skin and made their buttocks and breasts stand out as if they were straining to get off their impaling shafts. Carla watched in wonder as she realized how much the roasting human carcasses resembled roasting chickens.
666
Eleven girls had found their way the hard way onto the revolving spits when Carla was told to take her place on the auction block. Carla felt a jolt in the pit of her stomach, and without realizing what she was doing, she revolted, and stepped backward instead of forward.
Suddenly a whip swished through the air, flying just above the floor as the woman had released it underhand right from the coil, and the tip snapped up under Carla’s robe between her legs. She screamed as the whip’s tip exploded against her naked vagina, and she leaped in the air from the sudden pain.
She quickly moved up the steps, and stood, her feet spread defiantly, facing the diners, her cunt burning from the violent strike it had endured. The burly assistants jerked her robe down, and suddenly she stood naked, her big breasts and the unfurled lips of her neatly plucked and closely shaved painted cunt, starting to swell, fully displayed.
She was a magnificent specimen, well conditioned and with a naturally well formed figure. Her waist was slender, her buttocks round and firm, as were her full breasts. Her legs were long and shapely, and the high heels of the shoes she had been given accentuated her defiant posture.
The other three remaining girls were told to join her on the auction block, and having seen the effect of the whip, they climbed the steps to the small platform without hesitation. They were quickly “plucked” of their robes, and the four naked masked girls stood squeezed together on the four by four foot auction block.
There were only four tables in the bidding, including all three that had selected her earlier for the humiliating pee tasting. Carla felt confident she was one of the better candidates among all of the captive girls, and was certainly the best looking cunt of these that remained.
The bidding was hot and furious for the remaining four girls, and the top price ran over the high set earlier of seventy-two hundred dollars, and continued upward. Carla was startled when she was the last to be bid on, and the gavel finally struck at twelve thousand five hundred dollars.
That was by far the best price paid for anyone. She was sure it could have gone even higher, but she had no say in how the auction was conducted. She was pleased that the people had seen her true value as a prime physical specimen. Under the circumstances, it made her feel special.
The table that was headed by one of her father’s best friends bought Carla. She was certain he had no idea who the girl under the mask was, but was pleased he had thought her worth so much more than any of the other girls. She stood tall as she realized they had been right.
Because she was a highly sexualized being, Carla had always let her boyfriends nurse on her breasts while they fingered her vagina, and as a result she had been lactating for the past three years, which contributed to the impressive fullness of her breasts, and the erection of her nipples.
She was positive she was the only girl of all of them that could produce milk. She and two other were told to get down off the auction block after the bidding was completed. They complied without question. The table that had paid for her wanted to see her engaged in sex before she was killed and cooked.
The two burly lads removed their loincloths and displayed their impressive rigid erections. They showed no signs of embarrassment that their raging organs were spurting drops of their pre-cum, as they clearly found their jobs to be highly sexually stimulating.
The nude boys eagerly climbed the stairs onto the platform, and Carla was made to stand between them. The young man in front of her lifted her by the hips, spreading her buttocks as he did to enable the other lad to thrust his throbbing erection deep into her rectum.
The boy standing behind her spit on the bare flared head of his penis, then jammed the stiffened organ into the broad hollow between her spread bum cheeks. With several rutting thrusts he was suddenly into her, embedded to the hilt in the depths of her colon, his swinging scrotum slapping her cunt.
Now that she was properly mounted, he took her entire weight on his penis, and the other young man prepared his cock for entry with a sticky gob of spit. The young woman’s ready cunt engulfed his penis quickly and fully, grasping the sturdy male organ’s base with its cock-gripping rim.
This gorgeous young socialite was an experienced sex partner, but had never before been participated in sex in public or on command, and had never accommodated two partners before. This was and experience she would gladly have foregone, but it was at least delaying the horror of her death.
She had a reputation among the sons of wealthy men, and their fathers, of being a willing and cozy cunt, and she was going to make the most of her skills with these two. She was pleased with the recognition and her command of everyone’s attention as she was given a robust double fucking.
While she worked her hips in a gyrating motion on the twin thrusting shafts, the butcher dispatched the two young women standing on the floor beside Carla. With the help of the chef, he impaled their headless carcasses through their bums on long steel shafts, and loaded the headless impaled ladies onto the huge spit to begin roasting.
The long barbecue was now nearly filled with turning human chickens, their fat tits and asses bulging and browning as they roasted. There were only two spaces left on the long device, one for the daughter of the arms manufacturer and one for the loose-morale girl.
Now it was between Carla and the girl taking the twin fucking as to who would be the last to be slaughtered. The younger girl bouncing between the two rutting lads was squealing in agony at the painful plunging of the too-stout penis in her anus. She had never experienced anal sex before without a healthy snort of coke to smooth the action.
Carla watched nervously as the chef pinned the arms and legs of the two latest victims to their bodies so that they were neatly tucked like chickens, their cunts clearly displayed between their raised thighs. This was so outrageous it had to be popular among the people in her class, and she wondered again why she had never heard of it before.
Suddenly the girl being double raped brought the boys to ejaculation. They bellowed out their orgasms as they pumped their ejaculations into her depths. They lifted the bitch between them, pulling her holes off them while they were still spurting thick gobs of semen from their rigid erections, for the benefit of the audience.
The young cunt had proven her worth as a woman in a few short minutes, and now the butcher was approaching her, raising his heinous decapitation tool toward her steel collar, preparing to remove her masked head from it perch on her slender neck to end her young life.
Carla breathed a brief sigh of relief that she once more had a tiny reprieve. Somehow it seemed that her defiance had earned her value and time in this bizarre game of death. The boys remained on the platform, and held the tense body of the bird-girl positioned on her side.
Her collared neck was extended as she was presented to the butcher. He clipped the two side rails onto her collar, and grasped the handle of the pistol, his finger on the trigger. “Piss, bitch!” the butcher shouted at her. The terrified girl spread her legs, and shot an arch of urine to splash on the floor.
With a loud “CRACK” the gun fired, even as she was ejecting the urine, the disk blade flew forward six inches, and her head, neatly severed, dropped to the floor. The butcher stood aside, while piss streamed from her cunt, and her blood jetting from the three main arteries in her neck.
The red jets arched toward the table of her owners, her bodily fluids missed him as it dropped to form amber and crimson puddles on the piss and bloodstained hardwood. The boys ran the fresh carcass through with a steel shaft, then lifted her onto the huge barbecue.
Her limbs were pinned neatly in place, and attention shifted to Carla, the last remaining captive chicken-woman. Most of the guests shared Carla’s assessment of her beauty. Even with her face mostly covered with the chicken mask, she was the most striking of all of the marvelous young women.
Very few people knew of this secret Barcelona culinary club’s existence, let alone the murderous sport practiced on gorgeous young women. The notorious private and secret club had been created and awarded as a special gift to the chief organizer of the Barcelona Summer Olympics.
The secrecy was absolutely necessary because of the style of dining that took place here. The outrageous restaurant had been used during that extravagant Olympics event to entertain most the crowned heads of Europe with a bit of particularly naughty dining.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE
Part 4
More than a year before the staging of the Barcelona Olympics, two hundred beautiful young Spanish girls had been assembled at a large private health spa in a hidden valley in the Pyrenees Mountains. These carefully selected beauties had been trained as erotic dancers.
At the same time, they were both mentally and physically conditioned to make succulent eating. Their bodies were made to be in remarkably good shape, and they had enjoyed regular full body massage as well. Fitness in food girls is important, but as everyone knows, attitude is everything.
Two world-class chefs had been dedicated to the project, and had devised several ways to prepare and attractively present properly prepared young women as meals. The two most popular methods were to roast them and to boil them, both while they are alive.
The breasts were best when they had been boiled, because of their high fat content. When properly done, a girl’s tits most resembled the taste of pork sausage. The selected chefs’ most important finding was that, except in the case of live boiling, it was unnecessary to clean out the digestive track of the ladies.
Special care was taken in their minimal feeding during the three days prior to roasting, greatly reducing the content of a woman’s intestine. Neither method of preparation and cooking compromised the lady’s gut, meaning there was never offal to deal with.
Since economy was never a factor, only a few choice cuts of girl meat were ever used. There was very little content in the gut or colon by the time a woman was cooked. Therefor there was no tainting of the meat when the food girl’s digestive track was not unattended to.
For more exotic dishes, they had developed the skills to eviscerate a living woman through her rectum, without removing vital organs, so that by gutting her through her anus, she could experience much of her preparation and cooking while still alive.
Most devotees to this form of select cannibalism of beautiful young women enjoyed seeing them fully experience their unusual demise. In the interests of total secrecy the girls had been brought to this special dining hall by closed delivery van to an internal loading dock.
During the world’s biggest sporting event, there were delivery trucks everywhere, and another unmarked van going into this unidentified building was not noticed. There was no risk in bringing together these select meat girls and those who were to prepare and eat them.
Now that the Olympics were long over, the daily deliveries were no longer necessary, but a high level of security was essential, and a single truck could deliver all the females needed for an event such as this. The needs were modest, and the crew was capable of pulling it off successfully every time.
The women detained to serve as food were lead to believe their capture was by terrorists, and that they had been transported to Africa. That not only covered their trail effectively, she would have no idea where she was headed. These people had done their homework, and as a result could enjoy their incredible sport worry free.
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Carla had no idea where in the world she was as she stood before these wealthy diners, her knees trembling, realizing her time had at last come. She took a deep breath, and determined that she would not go out as a humble chicken, as the other girls had all done.
She had both spirit and virtue, and the belief that with these she would prevail. She faced the tables and struck a defiant posture that was more forceful than she felt inside. The members of the audience at the tables took new interest, leaning forward in their seats.
The butcher moved toward her, holding the portable guillotine in his hand, lifting it to neck level. She spun and faced him, her hands on her hips and her feet spread. Her heart was pounding as he stopped ten feet from her. She had no idea what she was going to do, but she was not going to let him attach that monstrous weapon to her collar.
“Our diners have paid for a nice tender chicken, and this chic appears to be a bit tough,” the butcher said. “I think we will need to tenderize her before we butcher her. Ladies, use your meat tenderizers!”
The women with their whips uncurled them, and positioned themselves on either side of the lone remaining chicken-girl, who was standing alone. The woman in front of Carla moved first, swinging her whip back with authority. Her whip swung forward, whistling through the air, aimed under the beak of the defiant bird cunt.
The blow struck Carla square in the mouth. Her lower lip was split near one corner, and a trickle of blood crept toward her chin. Carla recoiled from the vicious blow, and suddenly the other whip lashed her across the base of her buttocks, under the fold.
She slammed her pelvis forward, just in time to receive a blast to her naked cunt from the first whip. This hurt much more than the first blow she had received there nearly an hour before. She had no idea that a whip could hurt a naked vulva that much.
She had imagined that a whipping would hurt no more than a good spanking. Just a few weeks before she had been a guest at a private Hell Nite party at a private mansion in Paris, where the entertainment had been the whipping to death of a pretty young prostitute, hired for the party.
The tall slender girl, who was both fit and shapely, had long shiny black hair that had been done into a French braid to keep it out of the way of the whip. She had been stripped naked, except for her heels, and had been strung up by her wrists between a pair of pillars.
All of the guests had been given a turn with the whip, and each could return for as many chances to strike the girl as they wished. Carla had found it exciting, and had taken half a dozen turns, primarily giving her attention to the girl’s puffy clean-shaved vagina.
The girl had screamed incredibly, but Carla had thought it was more from horror than from pain. It had gone on much longer than Carla would have guessed possible. It had been nearly two hours before the pretty whore had finally slumped, unconscious from the severe beating.
The girl had bled a bit from the whipping, particularly along the ridge of angry welts, and where welts crossed each other. She had bled much more when the chauffeur of the party’s host woke her up with smelling salts, waved a stiletto blade in front of her face, and then finished her by stabbing her repeatedly in the belly, tits and face.
The beautiful face distorted and the eyes bulged from disbelief and pain with each thrust or slash of the blade. The bitch’s pale belly looked like a used pincushion, and her breasts were leaking strands of bloody fat, with parts of her face gashed or removed before the cunt finally died.
It had been sensational. Ever since her graduation from university, snuff had become an increasingly acceptable form of adult entertainment, and Carly took every opportunity to attend social gatherings where an entertainment killing was on the program.
Carla loved attending Hell Nite parties with their thrilling sexual violence administered to disposable working class or schoolgirls as the entertainment. She did not feel particularly bad for the girls, and although their deaths were shocking, that, their terror and horror were part of the attraction of a kill.
It was all part of the risk the girls faced when they had chosen their risky profession as call girls, or wandered home by themselves after school. Facing death was a calculated risk, and their victims were just paying the price for having chosen the life of a loser.
Carla well knew what it was like to witness brutal violence to women, and appreciated that this audience now found her plight exciting. What she was grasping for the first time was the reality and extent of the terror and horror that came with it for the victim. This was extremely hot!
The merciless killing of the beautiful whore, one of so many willful sex murders for fun that she had witnessed, had been exciting because it was so bad. This was completely different, now that she was to be victim. It was so much more intense than she had imagined.
What was different was that she was from the privileged upper-middle class, and because of it was much more sensitive than the working-class beauties she had seen being killed. She braced herself, half crouching in her defenseless terror. She was quivering with fear.
She had no way of knowing where or when the next battering blow from a whip would strike her naked body. She now understood what the beautiful screaming whore had gone through at that first Hell Nite party. Now it was so different, being on the receiving end.
This was not fun, and was quite unlike the horror that hired whore, who was nothing more than a very beautiful call girl, a fuck for hire, had faced. This was quite different. In this case she already knew the outcome for herself tonight would be fatal, and in what way.
The whip in front of her came slamming down over her shoulder and stung her along her spine. She arched her back, thrusting her buttocks back, and the other whip slammed into her open crotch, burning her naked cunt and the bulging pucker of her experienced starfish rectum.
Now the blows began coming fast and furious. The people at the tables cheered the excessive abuse of the dancing chicken. Her belly, buttocks and tits took the brunt of the blows, with surprise lashes at her cunt when she least expected them. She leaped and spun, unable to avoid or prepare for the shocks.
At this point she was able only to react to and absorb the rapid lashes. The strong women delivering the telling blows were merciless, and made every effort to hurt her severely. From everything she could feel, they were successful, knowing the best ways to hurt a naked bitch.
Wielding the whip and receiving its attention were radically different, and by far she preferred being the one with the handle. Suddenly the chef signaled and the whipping abruptly stopped. Carla stood still, quivering and panting from her excessive exertion.
Her body was wet and glistening with her sweat, liberally mixed with her blood. She could feel the welts growing on her breasts, back, belly and cunt. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, but her battered vagina was hurting worse than she could imagine possible.
These women were professionals, she could tell by how they were playing with her. She was at their mercy, and felt both powerless and terrified. Carla heard the next whistle of the lashing whip before she felt it, and she screamed even before its tightly woven dried leather struck her.
The sadistic woman behind her had played on her terror, and had lashed at her from behind so that she would have no idea where the blow would land. Her brain raced to every part of her naked body, anticipating and ready to react to the slash of the merciless whip.
The whip came up under her raised arm, and landed across both of her breasts. It hit with such force that milk spurted from her straining nipples. It was rare, but not unknown, that extended beatings of the breasts actually caused arousal, hormonal activity, and because of it, milk production.
The woman in front of her echoed with a blow that caught the fat mammaries as they were rebounding, striking them just below the erect nipples, and more milk spurted from Carla’s tortured tits. The women were sure now. Their human chicken was lactating like a cow.
The last blow to the breasts was so painful that Carla fell in a heap to the floor. In an instant both whips struck, each wrapping around the full jugs, and a pair of steady streams of pure fresh mother’s milk sprayed into the air, joined by a spray of urine from between her spread thighs.
The powerful women used their whips to pull Carla by the tits back up onto her feet. She stood once more, her legs braced, her severely beaten and open swollen cunt on full display. The audience of diners cheered the excellent skill with their whips the two women in their silver swimsuits displayed.
The audience was also startled that a young woman who had never whelped could produce so much milk. It must have had something to do with the raw carnal exploitation she had so often participated in, and was now so much part of. The two women with the whips were making a fine show of handling this rebellious young chicken-woman’s defiance.
The naked socialite bitch was taking a severe battering that would set her up well for her impending execution. There had been fourteen merciless killings of innocent young women so far this evening, and the audience expected this one to be the most entertaining of all.
“Now that we’ve got her adrenaline flowing,” the male chef commented, “it should improve the flavor of her meat. To ensure she remains fully aroused right up to her decapitation, I suggest that as a deviation from our regular routine, that we impale this human chicken alive, before beheading her.”
Carla thrust her buttocks back and, with the shock of what she heard, she shit out a slender turd, which was all she was able to produce after so little food for so long. The butcher moved up to her while she was immobilized as she shit, and he clamped the decapitating device onto her collar.
He now had her. The man in the white apron gripped the handle of the pistol firmly, using it as a short and highly controlling leash. “The stunning cunt has cleared her passage of any remnant of her offal,” the chef noted, “so that at last she is completely cleaned out inside, ready for roasting!”
The gorgeous young daughter of the wealthy industrialist was hopelessly ensnared in the clutches of the keepers of this evil dining room, and now had no hope of reprieve. She was totally reduced to being food. All she could do now was cooperate with their every wish.
That would at least help to postpone the inevitable, or to reduce the possibility of further punishment before she was impaled and lifted into place on the long spit. What a terrible ending for such a promising young life, to be eaten by her father’s friends and peers!”
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR
Part 5
Using the pistol grip as a leash to move her, the butcher commanded Carla to move up the six broad steps onto the platform on her hands and knees. When she had crawled up onto the small carpeted platform, he positioned her so that she faced the barbecue, with her back to the tables.
“Flush!” he shouted, and one of the boys brought a hose and a pan. The chef poked her knees until she moved them apart, and then by forcing her head up, made her arch her back, which opened her buttocks so that her naked genitals and the bulge of her puckered rectum were fully displayed.
Her asshole was as pretty as any the diners had seen that evening, although it had a small brown stain on one side where the recent discharge she had accidently made had left its mark. “Total hygiene is imperative with these meat ladies,” he said, and the young men, their erections up and rigid, used the hose and a pan to properly flush her.
Carla had a particularly beautifully shaped cunt, and the violent whipping the cleanly-shaved female sex organ had endured had caused it to open up to the world like a fully blooming flower. The audience, particularly those at the table that had bought her, were getting their money’s worth.
The chef moved beside the displayed organ, and ran a finger around its rim, skimming the flared inner lips. It was rare that the cunt of any class woman that had reached her age would still be so tender and fresh, like that of an 8-year-old. She was a prize well worth the cost of bringing her in.
The chef poked at her clit, swollen and erect from the whipping it had taken, stimulating her to respond involuntarily with an erotic rolling of her hips. He had effectively separated her brain, which was in a state of terror, from the erotic physical responses of her body to sexual stimulus.
The chef, who was a master craftsman and was in charge of the evening’s event, was well experienced with preparing naked young girls as food. He had this luscious young chicken-girl exactly where he wanted her. Her sexual stimulation did a great deal to improve the guests’ dining experience.
He slid a finger down the open crease of her vagina to where the thick outer pink pubic lips were folded wide open, and he pressed the extended digit between them then parted the small pouting inner lips and thrust it against the tight grip of the orifice to her vagina.
This specific mark of her excellence, spotted by the kidnapers at the casino when she had been forced to display her cunt, effectively sealed her fate as a prospective chicken to be used for impalement and roasting. The eager audience was about to see the superlative chicken girl’s remarkable sex organ being stuffed by a long steel shaft.
After all of the preliminaries, it was finally time for the boys to apply the steel impaling shaft to their naked female victim. The chef had decided this one would take the shaft in through her vagina, giving her one final metal fuck. It would be the fuck to end all fucks by running into her cervix and right through her.
Impalement through the anus provided better balance on the spit, but in this case, with a live impalement, he wanted to provide the spectacle of a deflowering with the intense pain that would result from skewering her inner gonads with the shaft before moving it on up into her central torso.
By adjusting the position of the girl’s limbs when pinning them in place, it was possible to compensate for using the front entrance for impalement on the skewer. The chef had worked over the years with girls of all ages, and had mastered the fine art of preparing them as food.
He had prepared everything from young naked little girls as appetizers to teens and grown women to be served as main dishes. With all of that experience, his favorites were these beauties in their mid-teens. They were still quite tender, had developed the voluptuous figures of women, and were usually quite physically fit.
They could endure the physical abuse often necessary for interesting presentation prior to butchering, which was often part of the event, and they had by that age developed subtle richness in flavor similar to the dark meat in chicken, not always found in girl in their early teens.
Just two years of maturing made all the difference. The advantage of using the younger white girls was that they produced meat that tasted more like moist and tender white meat of chicken. Children of other races produced meat that more resembled the flavor of freshly slaughtered veal.
It was all a matter of taste as to which were prepared and served. He had determined the most delectable cut on a girl was the vagina muscle, particularly that taken from a virgin. Carla’s advantage was she had copulated with men and boys less often than most of her friends.
She thought it was her appearance that had brought the high price. It was instead that the raiders had done their homework in advance, and through their research had discovered she had so carefully preserved the single most succulent female muscle in her body for this party.
The one thing the chef had discovered during his extensive research of using girls for meat was that the cunt muscle was the one part of the female anatomy that was always tender and made for tasty gourmet dining. The most exceptional meat was from virgins, no matter what their age.
A very close second was the vagina of a woman or girl who preferred to engage in anal sex, which was of course the case for Carla. Little had she known that while preserving herself for an intended husband, she had instead preserved her meat to be consumed by fine diners.
The other significant discovery that helped in presentation of the special meals of succulent human females, who he ensured were always properly prepared before the diners, was that as they cooked, the meat firmed, particularly breast meat, so that the mammaries stood out from the bodies with the strength of erect cocks, giving a stressed look to the naked bodies as they roasted.
The swelling and firming of the meat more than made up for the shrinkage due to loss of fat through melting in the roasting process. As long as the skin held, the moisture content and the firming made the breasts larger, firmer, and more pointed. That made females perfect subjects for roasting. Diners found that to stimulate their appetites.
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Tears rolled down Carla’s face, and trickled out from under the mask and over her split lip, now swollen from the severe blow it had taken from the whip. She began sobbing uncontrollably as she watched the nearly full row of human chickens roasting with their jutting buttocks and firm pointed tits on the slowly rotating spits.
Only an hour ago, they had all been as alive and vibrant as herself, and now they were roasting to feed the diners who had bought not only their lives, but also their beautiful bodies. She saw the two boys take the final steel shaft from beneath the cart, and take it around behind her.
She felt the cold steel end of the pole probing the hot flesh of her delicate vagina. The rounded point seemed to be sharper than it appeared at a distance. This would make it useful in finding its way through her torso, and in particular in piercing her diaphragm.
‘My God!’ she thought, ‘that’s not my bum they’re poking and prodding! That’s my cunny!’ She could feel the rounded point of the tapered head of the shaft sliding across her vestibule, probing for a point of purchase, then suddenly it thrust, and she felt as if it had gone right through her.
She felt a sharp jab of pain, then a dull stuffing feeling. In fact, the thick steel shaft had found its way three inches into her womb. These murderous bastards were killing her, an inch at a time! Carla lifted her pelvis in her last movement of revolt, which amounted to no more than a mild protest.
With the voluntary elevation, the boys made another thrust with the shaft, sinking it into the full depth of her cunt. The tip encountered her cervix, a part of her anatomy with which Carla was completely unfamiliar. She had never explored her own depths, as many schoolgirls her age liked to do.
What she felt was the rounded tip of the steel shaft jam into the back of her cunt, completely filling the hollow of her organ, expanded by the invading shaft’s breadth. She was certain that this was what being pregnant felt like, and she did not like it. The boys were just getting started.
The shaft now holding her in place, the butcher removed the pistol-guillotine device from her neck to give it the chance to move, displaying for the diners her extreme physical and emotional distress. The beautiful naked screaming teen was giving the diners a wonderful show.
With the next heavy heave, the naked young men, their raging erections beginning to dribble smegma with their rising sexual stimulation from their erotic work, rammed the metal pole right through her cervix, and with that single thrust entered the inner confines of her uterus.
The intrusion buried the shaft to a foot of its length, and brought the freshly impaled pussy more sensation in her womb than she would ever received from a fucking. They moved the shaft around inside her, to produce stabs of pain in her internal organ.
She kept her back arched, trying vainly to eject the intruder by shitting it out, but her cunt was not made for repulsion, and her efforts brought only more pain to her lower tummy and groin areas. These boys were the equals to the women with the whips at hurting a female
They were experienced, and knew how to use the impaling shaft to get the utmost effect with the kneeling naked young female victim. They watched Carla’s reactions carefully, gaging how far they had to go to get the best performance from the naked chicken-girl.
It was a special treat for them to impale a girl while she was still alive, and with her head intact. Too often for their taste, the girl was beheaded by the butcher before they got to impale her. Carla’s screams were tiny piercing gasps, as she was unable to draw a deep breath because of her extreme internal distress.
The boys measured when she was most vulnerable, and with perfect timing, thrust again with all their might. The result was devastating inside her, and highly entertaining with the effects visible on her naked body from the outside. This was the kind of entertainment the guests loved.
The pole advanced more than another full foot, driving through the back of her uterus and through the tangle of her small intestine to lodge against her diaphragm. Now deep breathing was impossible for her, although Carla did manage to release mewing squeals with the slightest movement she made.
Her agony was now extreme, and she knew she was on the verge of being slaughtered. The chef held the long shaft in place as it protruded from her stuffed vagina, and the boys grasped her limbs and flipped Carla over onto her back, giving everyone an excellent front view of the human chicken.
She lay writhing in pain, flexing and raising her gorgeous legs with their chicken-feet stiletto-heeled shoes, giving the audience a remarkable show. This is what cunt killing should be like, and the audience of diners shouted their approval. The boys were giving them a great show.
Now one of the boys held the shaft, and the chef gathered a fist full of the foot-long skewers that were used to attach the girls’ limbs to their torsos, holding them in place for revolving on the spit. He started with her arms, folding them tightly and pulling her hands up to her shoulders, then driving spikes through her wrists and deep into her shoulders.
Next he pinned her elbows, driving a skewer through the fat meat at the bend in her arm in between her lower ribs, sliding in under her lungs. Carla could not believe they were doing this to her while she was still alive. It was an incredibly horrible and inhuman torture.
She believed that not even the lowest prostitute should be subjected to a killing this terrible. When both her arms were secured like plucked wings against her side, the chef stood back to allow the audience to enjoy her agony, demonstrated by her writhing on the partially inserted impaling rod.
This also provided them a great view of the free and energetic kicking of her remarkably shapely bare legs. She put on such an incredible show that he allowed it to continue for nearly ten minutes. At last she began to tire, and he decided it was time for the climax of her preparation.
One by one, he bent and skewered her gorgeous legs in place, driving his stout long pins through her ankles and calves into her upper leg. She was now fixed in the position of a neatly tucked chicken, ready to roast on the rotisserie., her stuffed cunt and pointed breasts beautifully displayed.
As she lay on her back on the small platform, her limbs bent, tightly folded and pinned to her sides, and her torso partially impaled on the steel shaft, the butcher moved into place, holding his trusty bitch-decapitation device positioned for use as soon as he was ready.
He positioned the rails on either side of her long neck, sliding it under the sides of her steel collar, up tight against her chin, and then once more clamped the device securely to the collar. Carla’s eyes bulged and she tried to scream, but she was no longer capable of producing a loud sound.
The best she could do was a gurgle, driven by sheer terror. The well-educated naked and partially impaled young rich-bitch was about to involuntarily donate her young life and gorgeous body for the momentary amusement of these well-heeled diners, friends and associates of her father.
Carla could see the butcher’s arm stretched forward toward her neck, but her view of the explosive-driven guillotine was hidden by the large beak on her mask. She looked the butcher in the eyes, and her returned her stare. His pleasure from his job was derived from looking into the face of his victim, who knew he was about to kill her.
Carla watched his expression for any sign that he was about to squeeze the trigger. Even in her extremely tensed state, she noticed the dilation of his pupils as the rush of adrenaline hit his brain. She knew he was ready, and that he was enjoying a massive sexual rush from what he was about to do.
She was certain he was ejaculating in his pants.
“My God, No!” Carla screamed in her head. Nobody heard her. Her gurgling increased, and then she let out a single high-pitched shriek. The butcher’s lower eyelids slightly tensed, she saw a minor jerk of his head, and suddenly she had no feeling. Her eyes were locked in a fixed stare, but the room was spinning, then her view was sideways, from the floor.
She saw the hands that reached for her, grasping her by her mask-covered hears and lifting her, then her view was fixed, from the wall behind the table of diners who had paid more for her than any others had paid for their girl. She knew her head had been removed, and was now placed on the wall hook.
She watched with fascination as the men moved around the trussed body of a beautiful naked headless young woman, with a steel shaft sticking into her cunt. She saw them thrust the shaft right through the erotic torso, until the pointed end emerged through the long blood-spurting neck stump.
She saw them lift the beautiful female carcass onto the special long barbecue, completing a set of fifteen such bodies. It was then that she realized the body she had watched being mounted on the spit was her own. She was dead meat. She was decapitated, or more accurately, was without a body.
Carla was now reduced to a detached head impaled on a spike as a trophy for the buyers, and a luscious carcass turning over hot coals, roasting like a skewered chicken, to be enjoyed as food by the diners who had bought her. Her life had ended, but her head didn’t know that.
Arms momentarily blocked her view as someone reached up and removed her chicken mask. She saw the guests who had bought her admire her newly-revealed beauty, and he saw the change in their faces as two of them recognized her. She recognized all of them, as her father’s friends.
A single tear trickled from one eye, rolled down over her cheek, paused for a moment on the chin, then stretched out, and dropped through space, to splash into a small puddle of blood beneath the final of fifteen severed hook-mounted chicken-masked bitch-heads.
She was no longer special. All of the pretty young women were finally equal. All had unequivocally become roasting meat, for the dining pleasure of the people who had bought them for this very purpose. Now people at fifteen tables in the large dining room will enjoy the delights of freshly roasted girl-meat!
THE END