Part V
"Trine, let's do it!" whispered Christina, out of the blue, as they sipped their
wine.
"What? You mean...!"
"Yes! I'm going to get an orange sticker right now and just walk among the
restaurants until I get picked!"
Trine giggled and found the thought incredibly arousing. Just walking, not
knowing when or how she would get cooked. She gave it one second's thought
before nodding eagerly.
"Dad!" smiled Christina and interrupted Mr. Malcolm's joke "We're going now ...
you'll probably not see us again except in a pot somewhere!"
"I see! Very well, honey! Do you want me to take you to some special
restaurant?"
"No, we'll take our chances and let ourself pick!"
"Are you sure, sweetheart?" asked Mr. Bremmer and looked at Trine. She just
smiled at him and nodded. He looked very proud and gave her a warm kiss before
they left.
"Uhm, hello! Two orange stickers, please!" demanded Christina when they reached
the little information booth by the Greek restaurant. The lady inside
immediately handed them two of the infamous stickers to put in by themself.
"This is it!" shuddered Christina as the girls sat down on a bench to put on
their stickers.
"I hope we at least get to walk a bit around before someone picks us!" said
Trine and attached her sticker next to the A on her tag. Then they go up and
started walking.
"Let's see if my mom is boiling now!" suggested Trine. The girls walked close
together between the roasting pits once again, trying to sneak peak if anyone of
the staff were watching them. Several pits were empty so they figured they would
need meat soon.
"Look, there she is!" said Trine and pointed towards her mother's soup pot. The
girls were still very much alive and the two women were chatting as they came
over to them. The other woman's daughter wasn't there anymore.
"Hi mom!" said Trine "Look! We're going too!"
"Oh sweetheart, how nice of you to come and tell me!" smiled Mrs. Bremmer. Trine
and Christina told her all about Mrs, Malcolm in the oven and how they had blown
their fathers just minutes ago.
"That was so sweet of you!" said Mrs. Bremmer "I'm sure he has had a great time
today!"
"What happened to the other girl ... was it your daughter?" asked Christina.
"Oh, the chef thought she was young and soft enough in the meat to boil
immediately to he put her over there among the other teens!" the lady pointed at
the neighbouring pot which now occupied as many as five teenagers. They were all
dead and boiling.
"Well, I think we'll continue our walk until we are picked!" smiled Trine and
looked a bit scared as one of the chefs who attended the pots eyed her for a
second.
"Sure! Good luck you two!" said Mrs. Bremmer and kissed her daughter goodbye
again. Just then, a cook in white apron approached the girls.
"Hello! Are you already booked for the pots?" asked the friendly looking man.
"Uh, eh, no I guess not...!" stuttered Trine. Christina smiled and shook her
head too.
"Good then! Follow me, we need some girls to serve Hor's Deuvre by the tables!"
They followed the man and were led to a small outdoor kitchenette where other
teenage girls were gathered, ten in total. Two Japanese male chefs were slicing
whole girl breasts into small strips and arranging them on decorative trays.
Another man came over with a plastic bucket full of fresh tits for them.
"Uh uh, I have a bed feeling!" whispered Trine and held her own tits tight in
both hands while watching the chefs slice through the soft meat.
"Listen up!" called the man "You girls will be given some of these delicatessens
and your task is to walk around the tables and offer them to our guests ...
simple as that! Now, please form a line here so we can give you the food!"
"Well, that doesn't sound too bad!" smiled Christina and started to relax again.
"Oh no? What do you call that, then?" asked Trine and pointed at the first girl
in the line. The two Japanese chefs had her lean over the table and rest her
large tits on the cutting board while they slowly skewered them with a thin
metal pin ... all the way through one from the side. Then they put on some
vegetables and cut tit meat before they pushed the skewer through the other tit
as well and out the side.
"Oh my God!" sighed Trine as the girl was made to stand up again. The chefs
decorated the top side of her breasts with small steel pins each holding a
combination of sliced tit meat and a vegetable. After a few minutes, the girl's
ample bosom held at least twenty pins with food. Before they sent her off, they
also planted a similar number on the top of her round bottom.
"Uhm, what happens when we run out of food then?" asked Trine as the man who had
picked them returned with two more girls.
"Well, you're still up for grabs by the other kitchens while you do your
rounds!" smiled the man and lifted up in Trine's right tit "Or if you're not
picked we will use these for the next serve of snacks!"
"I see, thanks!"
Christina stood before Trine in line and the chefs were able to fit quite a lot
of small pins into her DD tits after they were skewered. She whimpered a bit
before she was sent off. She was not allowed to wait for Trine first. Trine
watched in horror and fascination and the sharp skewer penetrated her soft meat.
It had the effect of lifting and extending the tits out from her body so they
could hold more small pins with snacks. As she was sent off Trine looked
spellbound at the strips of breast meat pinned down on her own tits. A few of
the strips were of whole nipples.
"Mmm, delicious, thank you!" were the comments she got from guests at the tables
as she walked around and offered her snacks with a smile. She could not find
Christina anywhere and decided to see how her mother was doing. She wanted to
show her the spectacular transformation of her tits into a serving tray.
However, she was too late. When she reached the pots three new women where
sitting there. On a table nearby, she found her mother's and the other woman's
decapitated heads, still steaming from their mouths. Their meat had been chopped
up for the soup by now.
"Hi again, Trine!"
It was Mr. Malcolm who went over and pulled a pin with a nipple out of her tit.
He chewed it slowly, enjoying the exquisite taste.
"Hello Mr. Malcolm! Have you seen Christina or my dad?"
"Yes, Christina was picked by the Greek restaurants just fifteen minutes ago and
your dad and I are going to eat dinner there soon!"
"I see!" Trine was almost jealous for Christina being picked without her.
"Come along and see!" said Mr. Malcolm and led the way through the roasting
pits. Trine spotted Christina at once when they got closer to the Greek tavern.
Her tits were still skewered as was her entire body. She was sitting upright
with a spit up her cunt and out of her mouth and slowly rotated while letting
the glowing oven behind her roast her meat. Trine got close and did not fail to
see that her ass was slowly and rhythmically fucking the spit. Her eyes were
half closed but she did wink once to Trine as her body slowly turned that way
for a few seconds.
"She was very happy to go this way, I can tell you that!" smiled Mr. Malcolm and
took another pin out of Trine's tit. He absentmindedly stuck the empty pin back
into Trine's soft tit meat, just above the right nipple. Trine winched a little
but tried to smile. After all, she was just meat now.
"I am sure she was...!" smiled Trine. Her dad wasn't here now so she decided to
continue her rounds. Her snacks were almost gone now and she was beginning to
fear that she would indeed end up having her tits chopped off by the Japanese
chefs. So when a man from the Thai restaurant finally approached her, she
willingly followed him to his part of the restaurant.
"Oh, hello!" said a familiar female voice when they reached the Thai corner.
Trine turned around and saw Thomas' wife sitting in a pot of noodle soup with
another woman.
"Eh, hi! I thought you and the girls went into a wok?" said Trine while a Thai
chef removed a few empty spits from her tits.
"We were supposed to but then he only really wanted their young meat in the wok
so I went in here instead! What are you going to be?"
"I actually don't know!" sighed Trine and looked at the Thai chef.
"You... spit roast!" said the man with a heavy accent. Trine lit up! Could it be
true? Would she finally get to make love to the spit? The chef pulled the skewer
out of her tits and ushered her over to a steel table. Trine saw the spit lying
on it and knew this was it. On a table next to hers two men just finished
spitting another young girl. They lifted her up and carried her away.
"I'll be with you in a minute!" thought Trine happily and leaned over the table
as instructed by the chef. She felt the cold tip ease its way in between her wet
cunt lips. Then deeper... much deeper! She bit her teeth together as the tip
penetrated her tissues and continued up her stomach, chest and finally her
throat. She gasped and gulped a few times ... then she felt it at the back of
her throat, as it passed her tongue and she watched in enthralment as the tip
continued out of her mouth. The hollow metal pole allowed her to breathe and she
found it surprisingly easy. There was pain, but it did not blind her from the
aroused feeling of being fucked the ultimate way. She felt her hands being tied
with wire behind her back and someone skewered her thighs together to keep her
legs close to the spit.
"Yess Yessss...!" she thought as the men lifted her spit past the other roasting
girls and lowered it onto a free coal pit. The soaring heat hit her tits with
full force and she wanted to scream, but of course, she couldn't. Then she felt
the soothing basting oil being poured over her skin and the pain from the heat
retreated. Slowly she began to move her hips and quickly brought herself to
orgasm. She could smell her own meat roasting and could see the girls flanking
her moving and twitching as well. This was happiness! This was truly what she
wanted. She just wished she could thank her mother for talking her into coming
as meat today! Ah well ... see you soon, mommy! See you soon!
