Visit to the restaurant

Visit to the Restaurant

by Splyf

 

   Trine had been a real pain in the butt all afternoon, and this was the opinion of her brother, Lou, as well as her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Bremmer.

   “But mom, WHY do we have to go to that silly restaurant?” she complained for the fourth time.

   “Dear Trine, PLEASE be quiet and start getting dressed for dinner” answered her mother in a relatively patient tone, while looking at her eighteen years old daughter with some dismay.

   Tonight, they were going to the new, fancy Pick-Your-Meat restaurant that had recently opened in the Mall.  Several of their best friends had been there and only told good of the food and service, so Mrs. Bremmer had finally decided that it was her family's turn.  She had invited the Johnsons, whose daughter Christina was Trine’s schoolmate and best friend.

   “But they might serve someone we know at school and...!” continued the voice of her daughter, but this time it was cut of by her big brother, Lou, with a quick joke on how nice it would be to have his sisters ass on the menu if she didn't quit moaning.

   “I might consider that proposal” Mrs. Bremmer laughed when Trine had gone to her room to get ready.

   “Yeah, that would shut her up alright!” commented Mr. Bremmer from his seat in the couch and they all laughed at the idea.

   Although it was not uncommon to let your daughter or wife be prepared for dinner at these places, it certainly wasn't something the Bremmer’s had considered seriously before.  Trine had known several girls at school who had ended up as meat at their family's tables, but she felt quite safe with her mom and dad.  Mrs. Bremmer had occasionally thought about having her daughter butchered, but had dismissed the idea every time, thinking she would be even more delicious as her body developed further.  At the age of eighteen, however, Trine did look quite mature, even if her face still had that innocent, childish look.

   Later, the Bremmers arrived at the Mall and headed towards the new restaurant.  In the window display of the restaurant, there was a commercial poster advertising the place.  It had photos of mostly teenage girls in all stages of preparation, from smiling in the kitchen to being carved at the table.  “Hope I don't end up like her” sounded the voice of Christina, Trines friend, suddenly from behind.

   “Agree!” smiled Trine and gave her friend a hug while the Bremmers said hello to the Johnsons.

   “Let's see if we can avoid that, then!” said Mrs. Johnson and gave her husband a secretive wink while leading the way into the Restaurant next to the butcher.

   “How may I service you?” the stark naked blonde girl, maybe twenty of age, asked as the families entered the door.

   “We have reserved a table for seven!” claimed Mr. Bremmer and the nude waitress led them to a table quite close to the roasting pits in the middle section of the establishment.  “This is a big place!” exclaimed Trine as she turned her head around and looked the room over.  The restaurant could hold at least a hundred guests, and tonight it was well filled with people.  Some came as couples, but most were larger groups at big tables.  It was obviously a family restaurant as many children were there with their parents and friends.  Among the tables walked the nude waitresses, who could be recognized on their string of red silk bound around the waist.  Many of them were leading other naked girls to and from the tables.  Those were the girls unfortunate enough to be on tonight's menu, and they did not wear a silk string. Instead, they had a number written on their shoulder and hip for easy ordering.  “Hmm, I think I fancy some young meat tonight!” grinned Mr. Johnson and nodded at two girls being led past their table by a waitress.

   They were obviously sisters, maybe eighteen and twenty years old, with long brown hair and slim bodies.  The waitress took the two girls to the table next to the Johnsons and Bremmers and started suggesting how they could be prepared for the guests.

   “Did you hear that!” whispered Mrs. Johnson to the others. “The girls are daughters of that lady there who's just suggested they be boiled for soup!”

   “Yes, it's quite popular I heard, to sell your girls to these places and then order them later yourself” smiled Mrs. Bremmer and looked at the two naked young women as they kissed their mom goodbye before leaving for the kitchen.  Both smiled, even though with nervous looks, as they passed the table and disappeared behind a door.

   “Welcome all!  Have you decided if you would like to donate a girl tonight or if you would just like to buy from the livestock?” asked the blonde waitress who had received them at the door.

   “Well, we were going to select from the girls here, but maybe...” started Mr. Bremmer and startled his daughter and her friend quite a bit.

   “Dad, you wouldn't!” Trine said harshly and tried to smile at the waitress.

   “Would we have to order them both, then?” asked Mrs. Johnson and hushed her daughters attempt to speak up.

   “Oh no, they will be prepared and let out for everybody to order.  There's no guarantee that you will get any of them on your table” smiled the waitress. “First come, first served!”

   “And if nobody orders them before we leave?” inquired Mr. Johnson.

   “Then they get to go home with you, if you wish!”

   “Kind of exciting, isn't it dear?” smiled Lou at his sister who had dropped her jaw and just sat numb and listened to the conversation about her meat.  The families quickly decided to donate Trine and Christina and asked the waitress to take them with her.

   “See you soon!” called Lou after the girls who just looked at him with unkind eyes as they reluctantly followed the blonde into the kitchen.

   “Well, I'm certainly going to try some of Christina's meat!” said Mrs. Johnson as her daughter had left the table.

   “Oh, for sure!” agreed Mrs. Bremmer and they continued on to discuss if they should have both girls tonight or maybe try and bring Trine home and save her meat for another day.  While they talked, the three men were busy looking the other meat over in the restaurant.  Girls of all ages, from young mothers with daughters to barely legal were walking naked around the establishment.

   Not surprisingly, teenagers received most attention and usually didn't walk more than one or two rounds among the tables before being ordered.  When guests saw someone they liked, a waitress was called and she took the meat to their table to take the order on how to have it prepared.

   “Oh, here they come!” said Mrs. Bremmer and pointed towards her daughter and Christina. They were going down the isle of tables from the kitchen door close together and tried to avoid the eyes of the hungry guests looking their bodies over as they passed.  Both were naked, and like all the other meat they too had had their pussies shaved bald.  As they closed, Lou could see that both blushed with embarrassment.  Christina's large, protruding breasts danced as she walked and they looked even more delicious than Lou had imagined.  His own sister was a slimmer type with B-cupped and rather puffy tits and an appetizing looking butt.

   “Number 126 and 127” commented Mrs. Johnson as the girls stood by their table and thus were close enough that you could read the numbers on their hips and shoulders.

   Both tried to hide their shaved, private parts with both hands and looked down the floor at their naked feet.

   “Well, did you get a look into the kitchen then, girls?” asked Trines dad curiously and tried to smile at the mute girls.

   “You wouldn't imagine what it looks like!” mumbled Trine and lived up a bit.  “They have at least twenty girls in there, some in soup pots and steam boilers and we even saw some getting their heads chopped off in a real guillotine.”

   “Yeah, and two were put into a large oven alive as we watched” said Christina and almost smiled a bit as she continued.  “I think they were sisters, 'cause they had an argument on who would taste the better just up until the oven door was closed on them.”

   “Are you going to order us?” asked Trine suddenly while Christina were telling more of the scenes taking place in the kitchen.  She looked pleadingly at her mom and dad, obviously hoping they would indeed order her so she didn't have to walk the restaurant and wait for somebody else to pick her.

   “Maybe, dear!” answered Mrs. Bremmer “But first I think the two of you should walk around the other tables a bit and see if some of the other guests fancy your meat.”

   “Oh no!” sighed Christina but started walking close to Trine as Mr. Johnson gave her a hard slap in her bare behind.  Their parents held an eye on the girls as they passed around the neighboring tables and got plenty of looks from hungry guests.  Lou didn't pay much attention as he was busy watching a beautiful brunette in her late teens being laid over the coals at the roasting pit.  She was spitted from cunt to mouth and squirmed in an orgasmic way around the steel shaft.  Six other girls were already over the coals and the smell of roasted meat dominated the atmosphere.

   “Look, we may loose Christina now” exclaimed Mrs. Johnson as Christina was called over to a table some four tables from theirs.  A waitress was apparently showing off Christina's body and some of the guests took the liberty to feel her body for meatiness, especially her butt and bosom.  Finally, the waitress took Christina towards the kitchen entrance.

   “Well, did you get picked?” asked her mom as Christina and her escort passed their table again.

   “Only my..., hmmr..., only my pussy” whispered Christina and paused a bit in the walk. “I'll be butchered for parts in a minute”.

   “I see...waitress” called Mr. Johnson and the waitress turned to take his order.

   “Yes sir, would you like some other cut from this girl?”

   “I would.  We wish her tits and a whole oven-baked rump, please” answered Mr. Johnson and actually received a smile from his daughter.

   “See you..., or some of you” laughed Christina's mom and kissed her goodbye before they left for the kitchen door.

   “Hey look, Trine has also been ordered” said Lou suddenly as another waitress took Trine to the kitchen.  She only just managed to wave her family goodbye before the door closed.  Mr. Bremmer suggested they order some more meat from a nineteen-year old who just then passed the table.  The girl had her mother with her, and she explained that her daughter, Maria, would like to try the grills.  Consequently, Mr. Bremmer ordered Maria roasted whole on grill while the mother had to continue her rounds among the tables.

   “Christina, did you get ordered as well?” asked Trine as the girls met in the kitchen again.  They stood by an end wall with ten other girls and waited their turn by the butchering tables.

   “Yeah, for parts, but mom managed to order some of me.”

   “Hmm, lucky you.  I got picked by a large family as oven roaster” said Trine and moved a bit to allow two girls to follow a chef to the soup pot.

   “Hey, good luck” smiled Christina as Trine was suddenly pulled away by the arm by another chef.

   “You too' yelled Trine through the noise from a meat grinder as she let herself lift up on the wooden table for preparation.  The chef tied her feet and legs close together with cotton string and then tied her hands to her ankles as she bent her knees up to her breast.  Thus lying helplessly on her back, he inserted a very large carrot deep into her tight cunt and sewed her labia together with string to prevent it from being pushed out again.  Trine thought it rather painful but got distracted from it by the sight of the large meat cleaver the chef lifted above her head. She tried to scream, but didn't manage to get the sound out before the cleaver stroke her exposed neck and separated her head from her body.  The head rolled over once and Trine just managed to get a glimpse of her headless body on the table before she blacked out.

   “Your turn.” said a chef to Christina who had just witnessed the bloody end of Trine.  She numbly followed the man who told her to get up and stand on her knees on a wooden table. On the other side of the table, on the floor, stood a vertical steel spit, rather slim and very sharp looking. An assistant guided Christina's butt back towards the spit, until she felt it going in between her cheeks.  The chef, standing in front of her, held her around the hips and started forcing her body down on the steel shaft. It entered her ass without resistance and Christina decided it would probably go easier if she played along willingly.

   “Should I lower myself on the spit?” she asked innocently and the chef got a surprised look over his otherwise hard face.

   “Yes, that's the main idea.” he explained and let Christina squirm her round ass further down over the cold steel.  She didn't require more assistance before the spit had penetrated all the way up her chest. By then, the Chef and his assistant guided her body the rest of the way down and held her head back to allow the spit to exit out between her shivering lips.

   “My god, I'm still alive and with this though me.” thought Christina as the chef and assistant lifted the spit and placed her, still in vertical position and on her knees, on a table near the ovens.  Three other girls sat next to Christina, all spitted alive in the same manner.

   Two of them were missing different body parts, like a tit, arm or butt cheek; but they were still alive because their eyes darted around the room looking at the other meat being processed.

   “Hmm, not a bad place' thought Christina and tried to get comfortable on the spit.  The pain had receded now and she actually felt a bit excited at the sight of all the naked girls being processed in front of her.  She spotted Trines body in an oven to the right of her, but was most fascinated with three girls in the soup pot fighting to keep their head up in near boiling water.  Her arms were still free and Christina couldn't help but move her hands down to her cunt and start playing with herself.  She had just come in a wet orgasm as her hands were taken away by a chef with a sharp knife.  He tied her hands behind her back and read from a small note.  “One cunt order and two tits..., oh and a rump steak.” he said to himself and put the knife to Christina's left breast.  In two snappy cuts, he had separated it from her chest and seconds later her other large tit lay next to the first one on the table before her.  Christina felt much pain at first, but it again receded surprisingly quickly.  As he cut off her left butt cheek and then meticulously started to cut around her blood-filled cunt steak, she could even think clear enough to imagine her body parts on her parents’ plates.

   Christina stayed alive for hours and witnessed many girls being prepared before finally fading as her legs were cut off for the grill.

 

 

   “What a great thing we went here.” commented Mrs. Johnson as they left the restaurant late that evening 'Christina had such great meat'.

   “She sure did.” smiled Mrs. Bremmer and thought of her own daughter, whose body they had recognized as it was served to a table near theirs.  Maria had been delicious grilled and that compensated for them not getting to taste Trines meat.  This was definitively not going to be their last visit to these restaurants...only too bad they couldn't bring their own meat next time.