Eating Out

Eating Out

by Splyf

 

   “But mom, honestly, can’t we just buy some of the other meat?” Trine whimpered as she followed her mother out into the kitchen. Trine had just celebrated her 18th birthday the day before and had not been overjoyed by the present her parents had bought her: A voucher for becoming the main course at the local “Bring your Meat” restaurant downtown, together with her closest friend, Christina.

   “Now, Trine, dinner won’t be the same if it’s some one else!” Mrs. Brettson explained lovingly and caressed her daughters arm, “Besides, we already reported you sold to the government, so there’s no turning back now!”

   “Guess not!” Trine sighed and looked up at her mother, “Do I get a choice as to how I am going to be cooked?”

   “If it agrees with what the cook suggests!” mom said and pointed at the phone.  “Do you mind calling Christina and ask what time Mrs. Johnson brings her over here.  We have to get you two ready for tonight.”

   “How did you persuade Christina’s mom to sell her to you, anyway?” asked Trine as she picked up the phone to call her fellow meat.

   “We paid a good price for her, and Mrs. Johnson weren’t going to make use of her meat anyway since she herself has volunteered as roast for the annual charity-dinner at City Hall next Saturday!”

   “She has???” Trine asked in disbelief, “I thought she were happy to draw a free number in the drafting last year!”

   “She was, but then she changed her mind!  She was actually going to bring Christina as well an make a mother/daughter team for the spits, but then she let us have her so she could be done together with you!”

   “Nice of her, I guess!” Trine concluded and made the call to her friend. She made the arrangements that Mrs. Johnson would bring over Christina an hour later to close the deal with Mrs. Brettson.  In the meantime, Trine was told to take a long bath and rinse her body well all over.  Trine only just appeared from the bathroom wrapped in a long towel when her father and brother entered the kitchen.  Mrs. Brettson held Trine on the shoulders from behind and asked her to remove the towel.

   “But...in front of...?” Trine whispered and looked at her older brother, Lou, and her dad who both smiled innocently at her.  She let her mother take the towel and exposed her young, slender body and ample C-cupped breasts for the family.

   “Yummy, you are going to be a true delight!” commented Mr. Brettson and his son agreed with a nod.

   “And here’s the rest of the dinner!” said Lou and pointed out the window towards the driveway and Mrs. Johnson’s car.  “Lets see if she’s as appetizing as you, sis!”

   “Right!” Trine mumbled sarcastically while trying to hide her body with her arms from the others hungry looking eyes.  Mrs. Johnson entered with her daughter and the deal was made rather quickly as the price had already been settled upon.  Christina was only wearing a bra and panties, but as soon as she entered the kitchen she got as naked as Trine by her mother’s sharp order.

   “Bye, honey!” Mrs. Johnson said embracing her naked daughter,  “Be good now and try to have fun at the grill!”

   “Very funny!” Christina said in a wry fashion and let her mother kiss her goodbye.  Christina was apparently even more dissatisfied with her situation than Trine, even though both girls cheered up a bit about being together in this.  Lou went straight over to the two girls and greeted Christina by feeling her very large, firm breasts with both hands:  “I can’t wait to get my share of these!”

   “Now, Lou, don’t play with out food!” Mrs. Brettson said sharply and her son let go of Christina’s appetizing bosom.  “You two get up on the kitchen table and lie down so I can shave your cunt-filets before we leave!”

   “Is this necessary in front of...?” mumbled Trine, but soon she laid next to her friend while mom carefully removed all pubic hair on the girls delicious looking prime-cuts.

   “All right, meat, let’s get to the restaurant!” Trine’s father said briskly as he inspected the two shaved girls, apparently enjoying calling his daughter ‘meat’ instead of her name.  Trine and Christina were told to climb into the trunk of the car, completely naked, while the rest of the family occupied the seats inside the car.  On the parking-lot in front of ‘Charlie’s BYM’ downtown, they met the rest of the guests for tonight’s party, among which were all Trines cousins and most of her parents friends and her father’s colleagues.  Everybody admired the bodies of the two shy girls, whom a waiter from the restaurant had come out to collect for the kitchen.

   “Follow me, meat!” he smiled as he completed the last knot on the rope that tied Trine’s and Christina’s hands behind their backs.  The girls reluctantly went with the white-clad waiter and soon disappeared behind the building to enter through the kitchen-entrance.

   “Well, let’s go inside!” Mrs. Brettson said to her guests, who had now nearly all showed up.  Other people were coming as well, many bringing their own girls.  All meat was naked and as far as Mrs. Brettson could decide many were daughters of the guests and some also had mom/daughter menus with them.

   “Wow, this is quite a place you have picked!” said Mr. Brettson’s sister, Trines Aunt Anne, as they were shown to their table inside the establishment by a completely nude and very nice looking young waitress. In one end of the restaurant, the open kitchen faced the costumers with several large grills, a few big pots with soup and a large frying pan-like device.  Two blond girls occupied one of the soup pots, sweat on their foreheads and breathing heavily in the steam rising from the hot soup.  One on one of the four grills a very young girl, she couldn’t have been more than eighteen, was roasting. She lay all still and judging from the brown color of her skin, she was almost done. Next to the grills, some twenty girls and women in all ages from eighteen and up waited for their turn; all with their hands cuffed to a ring in the wall behind their backs.

   “Welcome to Charlie’s BYM!” said the young waitress, addressing herself to Mr. Brettson as he was head of the party.  “I see from my papers that you have delivered two girls, both 18 of age, to the kitchen!”

   “That’s right!” answered Mrs. Brettson proudly.  “My daughter and her friend!”

   “Very well!” continued the waitress and nodded towards the tied-up girls and women by the wall.  “The girls will be presented with the rest of tonight’s menu in a few minutes, and then you will be able to select among them as you wish!”

   “So we could also choose to have some other girls served than the ones we brought?” asked Mr. Brettson, just to be sure.

   “Yes, that is entirely up to you!” the waitress informed and smiled “In fact, you can even ask to have me or one of the other waitresses, should you wish so!”

   “I see!” said Mrs. Brettson and inadvertently looked up and down the waitress’s naked body a few times.  Suddenly, some other guests from the party pointed her attention towards the kitchen door from where Trine and Christina and two other girls their age were lead by a large, male cook wearing a white hat.  As the party watched, they were all four tied up against the wall, shoulder to shoulder with the other meat.  Trine sent a brief smile back to her mother and family as they waved at her, but the girls’ attention quickly concentrated on the meat on the grill and in the soup pot.  The two blondes in the pot had bought it by now, necks resting on the edge of the pot and their bodies bobbing slowly up and down in the furiously boiling liquid.

   “My god, that’s us in a few moments!” Trine said silently to Christina as they watched the grilled girl being carved on a table right in front of them.

   “Hmm, we could always hope to get snuffed first!” Christina said to cheer herself up, but as they were speaking the waiters suddenly brought out two girls in their twenties; both spitted alive from cunt to mouth and clearly very much alive when they were hung over the beds of glowing coals.

   ”OK, so we get to live through it!” sighed Trine while the two spitters were basted by the nude, female waitress.  Their muffled screams were clearly audible to the other girls, while being too low for the people at the tables to percept.  Wriggling as much as the spits would allow, they slowly roasted into oblivion, taking at least twenty minutes to pass out.

   “Hi, sweetie.  You look good enough to eat!” Trine suddenly heard her mom’s voice and looked up to see the entire family stand before her and Christina.

   “Hmm, I guess we are!” Trine said bravely as she half watched the cook slice meat off the rump of one of the spitted girls.

   “How would you like us prepared?” asked Christina suddenly, trying to ignore Trines aunt Anne’s hands feeling her breasts for meatiness.  “I would like to boil, you know!”

   “Oh no, we have other plans for you!” smiled Mrs. Brettson and also felt Christina’s ample bosom, weighing her tits in the hands.  “We shall have these grilled in pepper and served while still a part of your body, dear!”

   “Shit!!!” sniffed Christina, but she did have a premonition that her large tits would become center of focus this evening.  Mrs. Brettson called over a waitress and soon after Christina was dragged off to the large grill not occupied by any meat.  There, as the family and Trine watched, her tits were rubbed in oil and peppered by the male cook, before she was told to wait by the grill for some other girls going through the same procedure.

   “And you, daughter, shall have the honor of getting ultimately filled!” smiled Mr. Brettson and asked a waitress to prepare Trine for the spit.  She was taken into the kitchen at once and all the guests sat down again to wait for the first course.

   “Wow, look at that!” laughed Mrs. Brettson’s sister.  By the grill, Christina was being forced to stand close to the hot metal and lean over so her great breasts hung down and touched the glowing metal over the coals.  It sizzled in an appetizing way while Christina’s breasts were turned on all sides on the grill by the cook, using a large roasting fork to poke the soft meat around.  Next to Christina stood three other girls, all with large bosoms, and had their tits roasted in the same way.  Only silent tears came from the obedient meat, while their softest parts were blackened in stripes by the grill.

   “And there comes Trine!” shouted Lou and pointed out his little sister as she got carried in on a long spit and laid over the bed of coals next to the tit-roasters.

   “Hi Trine, good luck!” Christina said aloud through her tears as she got taken off the grill and sat down on a large salad-covered tray.

   Hhhmmbbfff!!!” Trine tried and winked with one eye at her best friend while feeling the first wave of heat hit her naked body.  The prickling sensation quickly turned into sheer pain and she felt as if being skinned alive.  After some ten minutes of furiously wriggling her body on the steel shaft, Trines skin started to feel more numb and soon the pain was gone.  Now, while still completely conscious but no longer in pain, she started to pay attention to the spicy smell of roasted meat.  “My own meat” she thought!  Through the haze of heat waves from the hot coals, se noticed her best friend, Christina, being carried right past her sitting on a tray with salad on it and hands tied behind her back.  Her tits, so often envied by Trine, looked even more delicious now: charred in stripes and golden brown all around the full globes.  As Trine watched, her mom started carving slices of Christina’s breasts and dealing them out to the rest of her family.

   “I wonder if they have appetite for me later!” Trine thought as a waitress basted her rump and cunt with grill sauce once again.  After further half an hour, she drifted away in the odd and warm sensation of feeling more like roasted meat than a teenage girl.

   Meanwhile, Christina had the last slice of her tits cut close to the ribs by the waitress.

   “How do you feel?” asked Mrs. Brettson while chewing on the nicely peppered breast meat.

   “OK, I guess!” Christina said, in a numb fashion.  “I don’t feel much from the cutting, though the grilling itself was rather painful to begin with!”

   “Good, because you’re going over the coals again, but in parts this time!” Mrs. Brettson smiled and signaled the waitresses to carry the remains of Christina back into the kitchen for butchering.

   “You’ve been a great starter. Look forward to your cunt steak!” Lou shouted after her, as she was carried past his sister’s body, turning a nice, brown color on the spit.  After a little while, Trine was prepared on a large tray and served whole, carved by the table by one of the chefs.  The restaurant was really busy now, four girls aged eighteen through 22 were all sharing one soup pot, and all five grills had meat rotating over the coals.  A mother/daughter team were having their tits grilled like Christina had had hers done, and afterwards the daughter, aged nineteen or so, had her rump and cunt grilled by sitting on the grill for twenty minutes.  This was very entertaining for all the guests to watch, and soon other tables ordered their meat that way, resulting in up to four girls sitting there at once, next to each other on the glowing metal.

   “Mmmhh, both had great cunt filets!” Mr. Brettson commented as he tasted his daughter’s soft labia and compared them to the filet of Christina which had been grilled separately following her butchering and partitioning in the kitchen an hour ago.

   “Indeed, they had!” smiled his wife and also gave a secret wink to the severed heads of her daughter and Christina, mounted on two poles next to the table and watching their meat devoured with their peacefully, half-closed eyes.