Sam paced, back and forth, back and forth.

It didn't help the butterflies, but at

least it kept her from focusing too much on what was going to happen.

She could hear as a meaty thunk echoed from beyond the curtain, another cheer
rising from beyond as yet another of her classmates was snuffed for the benefit of
the school, and she was next on the auction block.

'Oh god, I hope I manage not to cum until they spit me!'

"Aaaand, our next lot is a perky young woman from our school's volleyball team,
let's hear it for Samantha!"

That was her cue. Sam gulped and struggled with her butterflies one last time,
plastering a perky smile on her face as she stepped out in front of the crowd.

The room beyond was strange to her eyes. It was normally used as the highschool's
gym and stage, with chairs being brought in when there was a play, or an assembly.
Now, instead of the neat rows of chairs she was used to, or the extended rows of
bleachers, several round tables had been brought in, and at least a hundred people
must have been sitting around them in total. She knew from her mom that tickets to
the auction were fairly cheap at 20 bucks a person, so the people gathered in front
of the stage were mostly teachers, parents, a few friends, and, of course, some of
her fellow schoolgirls. Cleis High School had an extensive sports program, as
befitted an all-girls high school. Have to keep the meat toned, after all, and
having them compete amped up school spirit.

Out of the corner of her eye, Samantha could see two burly men coming to carry the
remains the girl who'd been auctioned off before her back to the cafeteria for
preparation. Emily Cooper, Sam remembered, seeing her distinctive blue hair poking
out from a basket in front of the guillotine where she met her end. Her neatly head
locked in the most seductive expression Sam had ever seen her wear.

Emily was the president of Cleis High School's anime club. Samantha remembered her
mentioning that she was auctioning her meat off to pay for box sets of all of the
latest anime for the club to enjoy together. Her head, Sam thought she remembered,
was going to be mounted like a big game hunting trophy, a memento of the night for
the winning bidder.

Emily's body was splayed shamelessly on the bench in front of the guillotine;
completely naked save for a pair of bright red tennis shoes that somehow only
seemed to emphasize her nudity rather than diminish it. She was resting on her
back, her tits pointing off to the sides, her pale white legs spread to reveal an
absolutely dripping snatch. Sam stared at the tableau for a second before the men
the school had recruited to help carried her off, one of them swinging her headless
naked body over his shoulder as the other picked up the basket and pushed the
school's well-used guillotine off to the side of the stage.

Emily's time was done. She'd been snuffed and now it was Sam's turn to sell herself
to the people in front of her.

Sam gulped as she spotted her mother and sisters in the crowd, her youngest sister
cheering fit to scream her lungs out as Sam took center stage, and the microphone.

"So, tell the crowd, Sam, what are you putting up for auction?" Principal Madelyn
Krantz smiled happily down at the girl.

Sam took a deep breath, to steady herself as she gave a cheery smile over the
crowd, "H-Hi! My name is Sam, and I'm on the volleyball team."
She stepped to one side as she started to get into her speech, "As you know, the
Cleis High Volleyball Team made it to the finals this year!" She beamed with pride
as cheering rose from the crowd.

"But, um, it's also a-a really long way to Capitol City." She gave a sad look,
drooping a bit, "It's going to be -expensive- to send all our girls there, so...."

Sam perked up again, "So, I volunteered to take part in the auction! All the money
I raise will go towards paying for the trip to Capitol City, stuff like renting the
van, and getting the team rooms for their stay at the tournament! Maybe even paying
for a victory meal if I manage to raise enough!"

More cheers as Sam flashed her mom a happy grin, "Of course, that means I won't get
to go to the finals with them, since I'll be dinner for the lucky auction winner
instead," Sam explained, her pussy dripping with enough arousal that it managed to
leak into her words, "but the rest of the team will! That's alright by me, though,
I've always wanted to cook, more than I've wanted to play!"

Laughter bubbled up from various points, and Sam gave a cheeky grin, adopting a
sexy pose, "I've fantasized about being spitted for the past several years, and now
I get to live my fantasy! Well, for a short time," Sam laughed a bit nervously.

"Just thinking about all of you; strangers, friends, family, all of you watching me
when whoever wins this auction fires up that machine behind me and shoves that bit
thick spit into my little pussy... God! The thought of being spitted and cooked in
front of room full of people for your entertainment, of being eaten by whoever bids
high enough to win me," She waved to her mom, and her little sisters waved
enthusiastically back, "It's getting me soooo -wet-!" Her wink earned a few
catcalls and laughter from the crowd.

"I've been training for volleyball for the past three years, I'm fit, athletic, and
my meat is tone and lean! Girlmeat has everything a body needs to keep going, and
healthy girls like me are the healthiest kind of meat you can get!" She grinned
happily as her Mom nodded encouragement.

Sam smirked, then tugged up and ripped her t-shirt off, getting a few surprised
cries from the crowd as she revealed her bare body underneath. Sam had decided not
to wear a bra for the auction, so her pert breasts bounced slightly as she unveiled
them, her puffy nipples visibly jutting out from their peaks. "As you can see,"
Sam cupped one of her handful-sized breasts with her free hand and pinched the
nipple, twisting it back and forth nervously, "I'm already getting turned on by the
thought of being spitted for you!"

Sam was certainly a sight for sore eyes. A light dusting of freckles covered the
top of her chest, just barely reaching her petite breasts. Her puffy nipples
visibly drew the gazes of everyone in the room, and her bouncy personality kept it
on her as she continued to speak.

Sam smiled happily as she basked in the attention. "You know, I still remember my
first time tasting girlmeat? It was almost a year ago. Last summer actually. I had
just won a beach volleyball tournament, and the grand prize was my pick of any of
the cheerleaders I wanted! I picked a girl named Kimberly. She was really perky,
super-happy that I picked her. Having her, knowing that I had won her? It was such
a rush!"

Sam beamed. "I got to finger and even lick her a bit before they spitted her for
me. I still remember the way her roasted pussy tasted, meaty with just a hint of
sweetness and salt from the ocean spray. It was incredible! I hope I taste just
as good as she did!" Sam smiled perkily, giving her tits an extra heft with both
hands for emphasis. "That's why I volunteered for this auction! I want to give
whoever wins me the same experience I had. Biting into Kimberly was amazing! I
thought about trading places with her every single night for a month straight, and
I've been wanting it ever since!"

"I know some of you might worry about where your meat has been. Well, rest assured
that I've never had a boy inside me, though I have loved my toys! I-I suppose my
sisters get to have them now?"

Sam paused. "So who wants my roasted pussy on their plate?" she asked hopefully, to
immediate cheers from the crowd, drawing a deep blush from Sam. "This whole thing
is making me so incredibly -wet- that I'll practically baste myself! In fact... who
wants to see just how wet this auction is making me?"

More catcalls sounded and impressed cries of encouragement drove Sam to unbutton
her shorts and tug down her panties, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her pussy.
It was mostly flat, a gap between her legs with just a hint of inner lips
protruding to mark her treasured spot.

She had been getting used to having to trim her pubes, but for this, Sam had
decided to go with a bald-smooth waxing, despite how much it hurt. After all, no
one wanted to risk a hair in their prized filet, even if it did belong to the
fillet's owner. Despite the pain, it was worth it, without the neatly trimmed
landing strip of fur she was used to, her freckles stood out starkly against her
pale skin. "I'm practically drooooooling just waiting to be spitted!" She admitted,
trailing a finger between her lower lips and showing the crowd just how moist and
slippery it had become.

More laughter sounded as she handed the microphone back to the principal and
scampered up onto the raised platform at the side of the stage, where one of the
tech-girls had just finished setting up the spitting machine, having cleared away
Emily's guillotine while she was talking.

"That was Samantha, the volunteer from the volleyball team!" The principal
proclaimed. "She's asked that the bidding start at $100, who will give me a
hundred for the honor of spitting this adorable girl?!"

Sam beamed as a hand shot up, and the auction began in earnest. At first, she
tried to keep track of who was bidding how much for her, but then the attendant
drew her to the machine. She gulped, biting her lip as she stared at the
contraption of gleaming steel and soft, black rubber. Her eyes were drawn to the
long, gleaming spit behind the seat, a spit that would very soon be plunged through
her young, tender flesh. It was -huge-, when she got to see it this close! Two
inches across at least! None of her toys were anywhere -near- that big, and she
was going to have that gleaming, beautiful monster rammed entirely through her!

Sam stepped into the machine with a needy whine, laying down on her belly where the
attendant indicated. The soft cushion supported her from breasts to hips as the
woman gently started strapping her down. She slid her wrists through the indicated
openings, and gave a startled, pleased gasp as the machine clamped tightly around
them with inflated rubber gaskets. Sam looked up and smiled happily to the crowd,
then gave a wanton moan that drew laughter and more bids as the attendant guided
her feet through similar clamps and locked her legs in place.

She was prepped. She couldn't move, her torso was locked down, all she could do
was lift her head and squirm ever so slightly. She looked up and beamed to the
crowd, and was astonished to see that she already had a bid of five hundred sixty
up for the honor of spitting her! Sam gaped at the board showing the current bid
and gasped as a voice called out six hundred.
Six hundred?! For the privilege of pulling the large lever to her right that would
start the machine and spit her?! Ohhh, they had thrown in making her cum first, no
wonder! Not that she needed much, her cute teenage pussy was dribbling her lust
down her thighs, it wouldn't take much more than a few licks at her pearl to make
her cum at this rate!

Her eyes bulged as she saw her mother's hand raise, a bid for six hundred fifty
being placed. Oh god, to get eaten out by -her own mom- before being spitted by
her?! The thought -almost- made Sam cum right then and there!

God, she wanted it. She could just picture it, her own mother pulling the lever,
holding her cunt open for the spit, just like Sam wanted. Mom was hot, sleek and
athletic like she was, but also curvy and with a killer rack that Sam soooo wanted
to suck on. Damn, but she was weeet, she could almost -hear- the drips of her
arousal falling to the padding beneath her exposed pussy! God, what if Mom wanted
a taste before? The thought stole Sam's breath away, and her hips rocked in need.
The thought of her hot, stacked mom eating out her cute teen pussy, before shoving
that monster shaft through her and letting her roast! It was incredible! She
wondered if her mom would share her with her sisters if she won?

Then another bid went up, seven hundred. Sam stared at the board, speechless, not
that she could be heard over the murmurs of the crowd, until she spotted the woman
who had put in so much for her. Her English teacher, Ms. Rosalyn Henderssen. Over
six feet tall and sexy as hell, Sam had had a schoolgirl crush on the buxom woman
since the start of the school year, and -she- was offering -how much- for her
meat?!

Fucking hell, she'd've eaten out Ms Rosa every day after class for less than that!
Or in front of class! Oohh, god, she was soo wet, she could see Ms. Rosa in the
crowd, giving her a smug look, and a naughty wink. D-Damn, she should have talked
to her earlier, seen if maybe the gorgeous woman would have wanted a little
girlmeat on her plate a long time ago....

"One Thousand! Do I hear twelve hundred?"

Sam's heart stopped. H-HOW MUCH?!? She looked to the board, and yes, a full four
figures had been offered for her meat! The murmur of the crowd had gotten
respectful, though Rosa's pout was saddening. Sam followed her teacher's eyes to
look at....

Tiffany? The elegant, sleek, always-stylish Tiffany? The prettiest girl in

school? The one who's dark-coffee skin Sam had always wanted to see more of? The
girl who's rejection had had Sam in tears her first day at high school? THAT
Tiffany was offering a full thousand for her?!

The girl that stepped up onto the stage after the final call and her meat was sold
was tall for her age, and wore an elegant party dress in shimmering white that
perfectly offset her dark-chocolate skin. her dark eyes glittered as she stepped
elegantly over to where Sam was strapped down ready for the spit, a delicate brown
hand stroking and patting her rump. Sam moaned eagerly and the crowd gave a chorus
of laughter.

"I've always wanted you, you know." Tiffany's soft voice was gentle, pitched only
for Sam's ears. "Ever since I first met you, I've wanted you. Wanted to know what
you tasted like, what you had under that cute skirt. Now, I get to have my wish.
I hope you enjoy it, Sam."

Sam's shocked gasp turned into a wanton moan as Tiffany leaned down to taste her
pussy. God, she was going to cum and Tiff had only barely licked her clit! Oh no,
god please no, don't let her stop! But Tiff was already pulling away, her fingers
gently kneading Sam's slit, "Mmmm! You really are turned on by this aren't you?"
Tiffany asked, not even waiting for a response before continuing, barely even
pausing to lick Sam's copious juices from her full and pouty lips. "You taste
wonderful, by the way. Very juicy. You're going to be worth every penny I bid for
you once you're roasted."

Sam's hips bucked as much as they could in their restraints as Tiffany's fingers
teased the entrance to her cunt. She couldn't believe this was happening! Tiffany!
Her first crush! And she'd bought -her-! Sam was nearly robbed of ration thought as
the lovely brown girl played with her soon-to-be-food.

"This adorable little pussy of yours will be gracing my plate tonight, Sam,"
Tiffany assured her, her fingers lightly stroking the petals of Sam's dripping sex.
"If your sex tastes even half as good cooked as you do raw, I'm in for a treat."

Sam gave a moan of lust, shuddering in delight as Tiffany went on, "I do hope your
cute freckles will show up once your meat is roasted to a perfect golden-brown. I
can barely wait to dig into those cute little lips of yours. Can't you just picture
me tearing them apart bite by succulent bite? Your lovely lips drenching my tongue
in your taste as I destroy them?" Tiffany's fingers traced a light circle around
Sam's clit as their owner's attention shifted. "I really like your cute pearl, as
well. Hmmm, I wonder if it will taste good too?" Sam shuddered, her pussy-walls
clenching needily around the fingers slipped inside her as Tiffany leaned in to
give her clit a soft little suckle.

"Mmmmmm, I can taste just how wet you are, you horny little meatslut. Your prime
filet is just dripping with that tasty juice of yours..." Sam couldn't respond, her
breath stolen away by gasping moans. "I hope you'll be sure to remember to season
your pussy well with it once I finish spitting you, I'm looking forward to the
tender meal those cute little lips of yours are promising me, and I hope you don't
intend to disappoint me..."

Sam gave a mewl as her pussy was vacated, but only for a moment before Tiffany's
fingers slid back into her. Sam almost squeaked as Tiffany practically slammed her
fingers inside her as far as they could go, the adorable reaction quickly turning
into a full-throated moan of lust as Tiffany finger-fucked her meal in earnest.

"It really is such an adorable little pussy. If I had known you had this sweet
little thing tucked away beneath that skirt of yours, I never would have rejected
you that first day of school. In fact, I would have bugged mom to buy you earlier!
I'm sure she could have convinced your mom to sell you to us. Especially if she
invited her over when we served you up." Sam gasped as the dark-skinned girl
twisted her fingers inside Sam's gushing pussy, "of course, I have no intention of
sharing you now... I have plans for you, Sam."

Sam moaned as Tiffany played her like a violin. "I'll be having your thighs for
lunch tomorrow. Your breasts... well, you're either a late bloomer or you were
never going to get big ones in the first place, so they'll wind up in my dog's
dish, a special treat as it's her birthday." Sam shuddered in lust at the thought,
or was that how Tiff's fingers were teasing her clit?

Sam's bliss was short-lived, her whine of protest making Tiffany chuckle as the
dusky-skinned schoolgirl pulled her fingers free and sucked them dry with an
audible pop. Sam knew that everyone in the room was watching her, but somehow
Tiffany made her feel like they were completely and intimately alone, "I bet you're
wondering how I bid so much for that quivering little cunt of yours, right? Well,
my Mom's spotting me the money. Of course, she wanted something in return..."
"Wh-What?" Sam was barely conscious of Tiffany's words, far -more- conscious of
the fingers digging once more into her tight, teen pussy.

"My mom's wanted to cook me for the holidays for a while now. She's constantly
looking up new recipes, and leaving them around the house where I can find them.
She crosses out the titles and replaces them with stuff like 'suckling roast
daughter,' and 'Tiffany stew.' She's been dropping hints for a couple years now..."
Tiffany explained, clearly turned on by the memory. "Of course, she'd never cook me
without my consent, and even though it's super hot finding a new recipe my mom
modified with me in mind lying around the kitchen, or in front of the couch, there
hasn't been anything I wanted enough to let her have me. That is... until you put
yourself up for sale," Tiffany explained, causing Sam to gasp as Tiffany hooked the
tips of her fingers into the bound girl's g-spot in emphasis. Sam tried to twist
her head to see Tiffany, just to see if her new owner was serious, but Tiffany was
out of sight, and Sam's head could move that much anyway, strapped into the
spitting machine as she was.

"That's why this year? I'm on the menu. I'm pretty sure my family will be dining on
oven-roasted Tiffany for Thanksgiving. That was the last recipe my mom left out for
me. It had a picture of a headless girl, roasted to perfection, her limbs capped
with those little paper things you see on turkeys? Because of your tasty-looking
sex, my Mom is going to gut me to make room for her home-made stuffing, then she's
going to fist it into my cunt and womb, filling me up until I'm overflowing with
it. Handful by handful, until finally? My mom will take some cooking twine and sew
my pussy closed so that none of the stuffing can leak out."

The coffee-skinned girl paused, seemingly savoring the thought. "Mmmm... I just
hope I wind up as succulent as you're about to be."

Tiffany pulled her fingers free of her soon-to-be-meal's slit one last time and
wiped them dry on Sam's tomboyish red hair.

Suddenly, Sam's sex began to feel less fulfilled. "N-no, please, I'm so close!" She
moaned as Tiff's fingers slipped out of her. She could see Tiffany again now,
smiling down at her and licking the remnants of Sam's flavor off her fingers a
little.

"I'm going to enjoy watching you cook, Sam. Thank you for doing this for me."
Tiffany smiled as her other hand reached out and grasped the lever that would snuff
her. "You know, Thanksgiving is a bit away... If you're as good as I think you'll
taste, I might try and get my mom to buy one of your sisters to cook with me.
There was a lovely recipe for a pair of young girls she left out last Christmas.
Their heads were bound between each other's thighs before being pushed into the
oven. That would be a fun way to be roasted, don't you think?"

Sam moaned at the thought of one of her younger sisters bound between her thighs,
the pair of them licking each other to completion as they slowly transformed from
girl into meat. God! That would have been so hot! The idea alone almost made up
for the lack of Tiffany's fingers between her thighs.

Before Sam could respond, Tiffany pulled the lever. Sam gasped in delight.

She was going to be spitted now!

The machine wasn't swift, but it wasn't laggard either. Within seconds, Sam felt
the cold, hard tip of the spit pressing against her dripping teenage twat. She
gave a squeal of delight, making the crowd laugh happily in anticipation of yet
another girl being snuffed before their eyes.
Tiffany leaned down to spread her sexlips for her last lover, the smell of Sam's
heavy musk lingering in her dark nose. Tiffany's long brown fingers pulled on Sam's
pussy, spreading it enough for Sam to emit a short squeak as the cool air of the
stage touched her till now protected inner passage. Tiffany grinned a bit in
response to the adorable reaction from the Tomboy that would soon be gracing her
plate.

The spit plunged in, not too fast, but not too slow either, making Sam whimper as
her tiny sex was forced wider and wider by the cold, hard intruder.

"Ohhhhgod..." she breathed as the spit finished spreading her and began gliding
smoothly in and in and -in-.

"I bet it feels good, doesn't it?" Tiffany stroked her bare rump as the spit
pressed its hard tip against her cervix.

Sam's reply was cut off with a choked cry as the spit pressed harder and harder
against her innermost entrance, until with a sickening flare of pain, it pierced
through her last line of defense and into her trembling, teenage womb.
"Gyyaaaaah!!"

"Ohh, that sounds painful." Tiffany smiled as she pressed the lever forward a bit
more, increasing the speed of the spit as it was slowly rammed through her soon-to-
be-dinner. Her soft, brown fingers caressing and stroking the tightly-stretched
lips, occasionally brushing against the slowly moving shaft of the spit.

"Unnnhhh...." Sam groaned, shuddering. Her insides felt so -bad-! The spit was
ramming itself into her womb and any moment now it would break wide open! She could
feel the point pressing against the back of her womb, not sharp enough to tear
through with ease, but not blunt enough to be safe either. Her pussy clenched,
struggling in vain to keep the intruder from gliding any deeper, and only serving
to excite the spitted girl more!

"Here it comes, Sam..." Tiffany sounded almost as aroused as Sam was as she slid
the lever forward another notch.

Sam's scream brought a roar of approval from the crowd as her cute teen pussy was
rammed even harder and she -felt- her womb burst open. Her face was locked in a
mixture of pain and rapture as the spit slid into her body, passing out of the exit
it tore in her womb and shoving her guts around. The sensation was sickening, but
nothing like the sudden and incredible flare of pain as the pointed tip touched her
stomach.

Tiffany had pulled the lever back, slowing the machine back down to its starting
pressure. Sam twisted her head just enough to stare up at her dusky-skinned
executioner, gasping and panting in pain and arousal. "I want you to savor this,
Sam. Your womb is busted, you'll never have children, but you might survive if I
stopped now." Tiffany observed with a hunger in her eye. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Nuh, nuh, no...." Sam's moan was a choked whimper as she shuddered in lust and
pain. This was everything she ever wanted. She couldn't stop now, not before the
finished cooking her. She -needed- to be snuffed!

"Good girlmeat," Tiffany replied, pleased with her response.

Sam had only time for a quick cry before the lever was thrust forward again, and
her stomach was pierced by the inexorable force of the spit.
Her shuddering body was being impaled, she could feel the greasy, nauseating
sensation of her guts being forced out of alignment by the presence of the spit.
She could feel the horrible cramping pain as her stomach spasmed around the
metallic intruder. She could feel the incredible girth of the phallic shaft as it
stretched her young, tender pussy to the breaking point. But more than all of
that, she utterly adored the way she gagged and gasped, feeling the spit slowly
forcing its way up her esophagus. She was being spitted! For real! Her fantasy was
finally coming true, and Sam was determined to savor it!

Sam had to tilt her head back a bit as the shaft passed behind her modest tits,
sobbing and moaning from the mingled pleasure and pain; but soon even that was cut
off in a gagging, choked cry as the spit glided up through her neck. She opened
her mouth as she tasted blood on the back of her tongue; unable even to sob, barely
able to breathe as the spike of the spit slowly passed into view, streaked with
blood, her blood, as it slowly came to a stop less than a hands-breadth from her
lips. Sam could focus on it only by going cross-eyed, and despite the incredible
pain in her guts and belly, her pussy clamped around the shaft and she shuddered in
orgasm.

"That's good meat, season your pussy up for me...." Tiffany shivered in delight at
the sight of the spitted girl cumming from her treatment; panting, her dusky
fingers rubbing her hip through her dress. She was glad she had decided not to
wear panties this evening, it was going to be soooo good to finger herself as she
ate Sam's cooked pussy.

Sam was spitted. Actually spitted! She could see the spit protruding from her
mouth, taste it with her tongue, feel it stretching her throat! Sam was in agony,
what with her punctured womb and stomach, but she was also in ecstasy Her pussy
convulsively clenched over and over around the thick intruder reaming her from end
to end, utterly unable to help the orgasms that tore through her teenage frame.
She wasn't even aware of being unstrapped, too lost with pleasure to notice as her
arms were bound behind her back. It was only when her ankles were clamped to the
shaft that her eyes widened and she managed to force out a whimper around the spit.

"There there, meat, you'll soon be on the fire, don't worry. We won't leave you
like this too long." Tiffany smiled as Sam was hoisted off the spitting machine by
two burly women, smirking as the teen spit roast shuddered at the pressure on her
insides.

Sam couldn't believe it. The pressure, the jostling motion, everything about her
predicament turned her so on, it broke off the switch. She came twice before they
managed to get her backstage, and again before she got outside to the cooking area.
The track and field area had been turned into a makeshift barbecue, and the smell
was delicious.

Sam didn't have the best view, but she spotted several girls in the process of
being cooked. Emily, or at least her carcass, was over at the carving station,
already half-carved. Her breasts and her prime fillet were already on the nearby
grill, being slathered with butter and cooking to perfection. The girl always did
love a good slice of grilled girlmeat, and now she got to provide her own.

Sakura was over to one side, and gave Sam a happy wave, which the spitted girl
couldn't return. The girl was tightly bound head hand and foot to the vertical
struts of the small cage she was in. It was barely tall enough for her to stand
in, and her wrists and ankles were bound to the vertical struts with basting twine.
The very top of the cage ended in a thick collar which was clamped tightly around
the Asian girl's throat. The cage was currently dangling from a chain attached to
a hoist, but currently no one was attending her. A carrot tuft was visible between
her thighs, no doubt rammed into her sopping cunt, and a tomato was stuffed into
her mouth. The girl gave Sam a wink and a little wave as she squirmed in bliss
while she waited. There were only so many attendants working the girls back here,
so some of them had to wait their turns. The over-sized cooking drum stood next to
Sakura, currently empty, but several vats of cooking oil stood nearby. No doubt
the girl was going to fry fairly soon, and the way she squirmed and rocked her hips
indicated that she was very enthusiastic about the prospect.

Sam was turned away from that sight as she was angled towards the firepit, which
was set up over a 55-gallon drum that had been sliced in half, half-filled with
charcoal, and set on fire. She whimpered quietly as she was slowly maneuvered into
position, gasping as heat washed over her body.

Across from her, she saw Leslie, the blond swimming team captain, smiling as a
nurse helped her up the short staircase. The industrial grinder was already
roaring as the girl turned and sat down at the edge of the chute. Sam caught a
glimpse of Leslie's crotch and her eyes widened as she saw that the plumpest pussy
in school was already gone, carved out by what looks like a very sharp knife.
Leslie's belly was sunken in, giving her a starved, emaciated look, and it was
quite clear that her guts had been removed at some point, leaving her with very
little in terms of support.

Leslie gave the nurse a happy smile before pushing off and raising her hands above
her head. The roar of the grinder deepened as the girl gave a short scream, before
a bloody geyser fountained up and her scream cut off with sickening finality. The
port under the grinder was already filling a large bucket with freshly-ground
girlmeat, no doubt for burger patties. Beside it, on a flat-topped searing stove,
a familiar set of sexlips were already browning under a glaze. If Sam remembered
Leslie correctly, her prime fillet had already been basted with a glaze made from
her own ovaries. The girl always did have a quirky sense of the ironic.

Sam whimpered softly as the spit began to turn, rotating her slowly over and over.
It made her dizzy, or maybe that was the pain in her belly and crotch, and she
whimpered softly as she shut her eyes. By the time she opened them again, Tiffany
was standing in front of her, watching with a wide, satisfied smile, "Such a
delicious roast. I'm going to be so glad when I get a taste of that delicious
fillet. Do try to make sure you properly season it for me."

Sam whimpered, feeling her breath becoming short and shallow. Too much heat. She
was cooking, oh god she was cooking.. Her pussy clenched tightly around the thick
intruder, and she couldn't even whimper as she slowly turned over and over. Her
legs tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, trying to force her impaled torso up
and down on the spit, if only to achieve a little scratch to her delicious itch.

A brush slathered glaze over her and she whimpered, feeling the thick, sticky sauce
being lavishly applied, her eyes shutting as she was slowly but thoroughly coated
with the tingly, succulent sauce. Her nipples, tight and hot and hard, were
carefully brushed with the sauce, making her whimper softly. Her sexlips were
smeared with more of it, and something slid into her ass to pour more of the thick,
sticky stuff inside her. She couldn't sob, her body was too hot, sweat was beading
up on her exposed skin, at least until she was slathered with yet more sauce.

It was exquisite, and a delightfully devious method of death. She shuddered in

bliss as another orgasm ripped through her dying body. Her lungs were filling with
her own spit, she couldn't swallow. She choked every once in a while around the
thick spit gagging her throat. She couldn't even close her eyes anymore, and
everything had a greyish haze.

She heard, rather than saw, Sakura's end, heard the winch power up, heard the girl
gasp, then scream as she was lowered into the boiling-hot cooking-oil. Sam
wondered which of them would die first, boiling was a faster way to die than
roasting.

She couldn't see anymore, couldn't think really. she could hardly breathe, and
every lungful of air seared her flesh. She couldn't even cough. Tiffany was
there, she could feel a gentle hand teasing her sex, but that was about all. "Such
good meat. I'm happy for you, Sam. I'm going to enjoy eating you."

She tried to smile, she really did, but her muscles were seizing up, and she
couldn't even writhe anymore. 'I hope I taste great.'

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Tiffany left once Sam stopped moving, life leaving her body with a beatific smile
around the spit as she transitioned completely from girl to girlmeat. She wasn't
done cooking yet of course, but the show that Tiffany had paid for was over. Sam
was snuffed, and soon she would be nothing but dinner, once she finished roasting
and the cooks carved her to the specifications that Tiffany had left them.

In the meantime, there were still girls being auctioned off in the gym, and that
meant there were more shows to watch, even if she couldn't bid personally on any of
them.

The walk back to her family's table took far too long for Tiffany's comfort. She
could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs with every new step as the
sight of Sam desperately fucking herself on the spit to her very dying breath
played over and over again in her mind's eye.

God, it was hot! Just getting to spit Sam had been worth every penny her mom had
lent her, and if being snuffed was anything like as erotic as Sam had made it look?
Tiffany had no regrets over what she'd promised in return.

The redecorated gym was in the middle of what had to be the final auction of the
night when she returned. She recognized the face of the hispanic girl on stage as
she made her way back to her family's table. She was a mousy little introvert from
the year below her who was just finishing her speech about selling herself to raise
money to buy new equipment for the science labs. Tiffany very much doubted that was
the real reason that the light-skinned brown girl had decided to auction herself
off; the science labs got all new equipment at the beginning of the year. Probably
last year's auction come to think of it.

The girl on stage's name was Cassie, if she recalled correctly. Cute, but in a
nerdy sort of way. Glasses, a pageboy haircut, and fairly baggy clothes had
concealed what Tiffany now saw was an incredibly hot body from the world. Her sandy
thighs were trim and lithe, her waist trim and her ass petite, but her breasts were
firm and perky, her nipples bouncing teasingly as she walked across the stage.

Tiffany reached her seat as the bidding started, Cassie was almost innocently
fingering herself as she watched wide eyed as the price of her death, and her meat,
increased.

"Well? Did you have a good time snuffing that little girl you had a crush on?"
Tiffany's mother asked her as she sat down. Both her mom and her little sister
Sally looked at her expectantly.

"Yeah, she was... snuffing her was amazing," Tiffany admitted, still aroused by how
sensual the act itself really was.

"I'm sure snuffing you will be even better," her mom replied happily, and Tiffany
let it go for tonight, though she realized that just because she'd agreed to let
her mom serve her for Thanksgiving, that didn't mean her mom would be letting the
subject drop any time soon. Still, Tiffany got what she wanted, so her mom should
get to enjoy her end of their bargain too, right?

"Come on, sis! We want details!" Sally demanded.

"Well..." Tiffany began, her fingers reaching surreptitiously beneath the table to
play with her sex. She wasn't the only one doing it, but it wouldn't be polite to
flaunt it. "Getting up on stage like that? Getting to finger and lick and then
finally spit her? That was definitely the best part," Tiffany gushed. "You know she
didn't stop fucking the spit until she died? She kept rocking back and forth on
that massive thing, the thing I put inside her until her life finally gave out. It
was amazing... Fuck, I'm really looking forward to eating that tight little sex of
hers..."

The auction ended at the same time as Tiffany's recap, and the winning bidder, Ms.
Rosalyn Henderssen, stepped up on stage to do the honors. She quickly bound
Cassie's wrists in a rubber lined spreader-bar whose center clamped around the
bookworm's neck, and locked the bar into a hook dangling from the ceiling, leaving
Cassie completely exposed and helpless to her whims.

A single crank of the winch pulled Cassie off the ground, her slender little legs
kicking fruitlessly in the air.

As the final auction item of the evening, Cassie had elected for a buyer's choice
method of snuffing, or maybe it was the other way around and her choice of method
had lead to her place in the show? Tiffany wasn't sure. Either way, the mousy
girl's eyes widened as Ms. Rosa retrieved her favored implement.

The device looked like a hand cranked generator, and fundamentally it was, save for
a few additions that had been added to spice it up. Four sets of wires trailed off
of the machine, three ending in alligator clamps, the last one ending in a large
solid metal dildo which was heavily ribbed, presumably to keep it in place inside
its victim.

With an almost practiced ease Ms. Rosa attached a clamp to each of Cassie's
prominent nipples, tearing a sexy little yelp from her throat with each one. The
third clamp bit home on Cassie's clit, once Ms. Rosa had teased it out of hiding.
That one pulled a squeaky panting from the already wriggling girl as she swung
lightly in the air.

Of course, Ms. Rosa wasn't done quite yet. The leggy teacher lifted up the last
remaining part of the generator, the dildo, and gently teased the entrance to
Cassie's sex with it, slowly lubricating it as she rubbed it between the mousy
girl's lower lips.

Tiffany groaned as she watched Ms. Rosa play her former student like a fiddle,
stroking her sex lips with the fingers of her free hand, gently caressing her clit,
all while she slowly drove the shining metal dildo deeper and deeper into the
helpless girl's well-teased slit.

Inch by inch the dildo disappeared inside Cassie, accompanied by the bookworm's
sexy groans and the delighted cheers of the crowd as the mousy girl bucked and
panted while Ms. Rosa carefully fucked her with the instrument of her impending
demise.

Watching that dildo slowly vanish into Cassie's snatch was hypnotic, and the
silvery color of the dildo drew the eye as it sank past her caramel colored lower
lips. Watching as Ms. Rosa forced the toy inside her purchase, Tiffany couldn't
help but be reminded of another silvery phallic object that she herself had used to
snuff her own dinner earlier that night.

Soon enough the dildo was buried firmly in Cassie's sex to the point where her own
sex lips were folded over the base, the ridges keeping it from slipping out no
matter how hard she writhed during the coming climax.

"Are you ready, Cassie?" Tiffany heard Ms. Rosa ask.

"Yes, Ms. Rosa," was the prompt and eager response from the suspended girl.

"You don't sound ready to me, Cassie. Beg me to snuff you, give me a reason I
should let you fry. I only eat naughty little schoolgirls, Cassie. Convince me you
belong on my plate."

Tiffany watched as Cassie blushed, her newly reddened cheeks bringing delectable
contrast to her hispanic features.

"I've been a bad girl, Ms. Rosa! I play with myself in class when you're not
looking. I can't keep my mind on the lesson because I'm too busy imagining what you
would taste like if I licked you in front of the class until you came in my mouth.
Sometimes, I come to class without my panties, hoping that you'll notice and make
me come to the front of the class, I fantasize about you making me bend over and
spanking my naughty little cunt until I cum... in front of everyone. I'm a slutty
little virgin snufftoy Ms. Rosa! Please! Please break me! I want to fry for you! I
want you to watch every moment as I twitch and swing! I want you to think of me
when you come tonight, playing with yourself after eating my naughty little cunt.
Please Ms. Rosa, please snuff me!"

"Well, well, well," Ms. Rosa tutted. You certainly are a naughty little quim,
aren't you? I think we can fulfill your last request, don't you?" Ms. Rosa
finished, directing her final question to the crowd. A raucous cheer was their
response.

Grinning slyly, Ms. Rosa made her way to the generator and grabbed hold of the
crank.

Cassie started cumming almost immediately. Sparks leaping to her nipples and her
clit as her teacher cranked the machine. Cassie's hips bucked and jerked as her
muscles seized from the current, clear juices flowing from her sex as Cassie rode
the lightning. There was nothing to ground her, no escape as the current slowly
built up inside her body, her pleasure increasing to heights she'd never even
thought possible as she neared her final fate.

Cassie's hair began to frizz out as the current got to it, her eyes rolling back
into her head, her hips bucking wildly as her nipples started to sear from the
heat. Steam was wafting from her pussy as the dildo inside her flashed her arousal
from a liquid to a gas. It took almost three minutes for Ms. Rosa to finish
cranking the generator, and because the current kept her kicking, it was impossible
to tell when Cassie had been snuffed. The room was filled with raucous catcalls as
Ms. Rosa sauntered off the stage, the two burly women from earlier retrieving
Cassie's body wearing thickly insulated gloves. The chatter in the makeshift fining
room grew louder. With the auction ended, it was now time to eat.

Trays were brought in one after another, most of them filled with a combination of
mashed potatoes, assorted vegetables, and girlmeat sausages made from Leslie. The
swimteam captain had been the first item of the night, only auctioning off her
prime filet and volunteering the rest of her body as the meat for the dinners of
the people who had bought a ticket but failed to place a winning bid for a more
interesting meal like she had.

Tiffany's mother looked up, and a succulent smell wafted over the table. Tiffany
smiled happily, looking over her shoulder as the two servers set two large platters
on folding trays and began serving up the dishes. An elegant white plate was set
before her, a large platter set in the middle, a larger plate in front of her
mother, and a smaller one in front of her sister Sally.

Sally got a nice thick slice of still-steaming meat. Taken from Sam's rump the once
whitish meat had turned a lovely golden brown and was served piping hot and rubbed
down thoroughly with herbs. Tiffany's mother got the two twin domes of Sam's
breast-meat. They were sweet and savory, topped with Sam's once puffy and now
crispy young nipples. Both dishes looked absolutely scrumptious.

In front of Tiffany was the stretched-wide sex of the girl she had snuffed. It had
been removed whole with a device specially designed for the sole purpose of
decunting young girls like her, and included a round section of meat surrounding
Sam's delectable-looking delectables, topped with the now slightly crispy skin of
her pubic mound. Her womb had been removed with the rest of her sex, still
attached, and fully inflated from Sam's earlier roasting. Sam's ovaries rested to
the side, lightly glazed and incredibly tempting. The smell was just as mouth-
watering as the sight, delicious in the extreme as Tiffany reached for her knife to
sever Sam's cervix from her cunt and open the punctured womb.

"U-Uhmm, e-excuse me...."

Tiffany looked over and saw a shy, redheaded white girl nearby. She bore a
familiar resemblance, and Tiffany smiled, "You must be Maggie, Sam's sister,
right?"

Maggie nodded and gave an adorable smile, "Um, I w-wanted to know, w-would it be
ok, if I took some of my s-sister back to my table..? I- Mom wants some to
remember her..."

"Well, now..." Tiffany's mother gave her a soft smile, "What do you think, Tiff?
Should we let them have some of their daughter's meat?"

"Well, I think that's probably fair, Mother." Tiffany set her fork down and
lightly rested the knife across Sam's vagina, making her sister blush adorably, her
freckles vanishing beneath her own embarassment, "But I would prefer some
compensation in return. I paid a great deal to snuff your sister." The girl
probably will never know -how- much Tiffany paid for this privilege, but the
reminder, even inadvertantly, was making Tiffany's pussy tingle with excitement.

"O-Ohh...." Maggie looked down, embarassed at asking for the prize that Tiffany had
paid for. "um, ssso what do you want, then?"

The brown-skinned girl gave the redhead a long, slow look. She was younger than
Sam, but only by a year or so. She'd be delicious, "Your pussy-bacon." It didn't
seem right to snuff her in return for a few slices of her sister, but that didn't
mean that she couldn't have a taste of the adorable girl.

Maggie's eyes popped open, "W-What?!"

"You heard her, If you want some of your sister, you're going to have to give us
some of your vulva-bacon for it." Tiffany's mother chimed in, giving her daughter
an approving smile.
"Uhh... That's probably not really a good choice...." The girl blushed hard,
clearly coming to a decision. The girl lifted her skirt a little, showing off her
cute pink panties. "I'm n-not really big or anything..." Maggie tugged her
panties down a bit to show off a frankly mouth-watering pussy. It was utterly
smooth, hairless and perfect, but she was right, her lower lips were a little on
the small side, barely peeking out from where they were nestled between her thighs.
They weren't immature precisely, but they were hardly the thick and meaty folds
that even Tiffany sported.

"Well, in that case, we'll take your caviar as well as your your vulval bacon."
Tiffany's mom gave a satisfied smile, "To season your meat with."

The girl's eyes were confused this time as she gave Tiffany a bewildered look.

"Your ovaries." Tiffany clarified. "We'll take your pussy-bacon as well as your
ovaries, and in exchange you get a few thigh-cuts for your table, alright?"
Tiffany gave a gentle, encouraging smile to the younger girl.

"My... ovaries?" Sam's sister wondered. "But... how would you get them?" she asked,
shivering a little, and Tiffany couldn't tell if it was due to excitement, or
nerves.

"Mmhmmmm. We would have to make small cuts, right... here and here." Tiffany's
mother reached over to lightly press the girl's lower belly in two spots, right
above where Tiffany knew her ovaries hid. "Then, we'd gently tug them out, and
with a couple snips, you'd be harvested. We could tuck your fallopian tubes back
in, or just snip them too, if you want. It'd be quick and easy, though afterwards
you'd never have kids of your own."

"Eeep!" The girl blushed hard, but glanced shyly over at her table, where Tiffany
could see two more girls, both younger than she was, eagerly waving for her
attention, "U-Ummm, could I talk to my Mom about it?"

"Of course dear. Take your time, we'll probably be eating your sister for quite
some time, but if you take too long, all the best cuts will be gone." To highlight
her words, Tiffany's mother sliced off a bit of Sam's breast and popped the seared
breast-meat in her mouth with obvious and vocal relish.

"O-Ohhh, uhh, I'll be right back, then!" The girl dashed away, blushing furiously
and urgently spoke to her mother.

Sally leaned over to ask her sister, "Do you think she'll agree to it?"

Tiffany smirked, "If they want any of Sam, they will."

She watched as Maggie reached her mother, a few tables away and shyly talked to
her. Tiff gave a smile and a wave as the mother looked sharply over at them, then
turned to focus her attention back on her deliciously-prepared meal.

The vulval lips carved off easily, Sam had tenderized herself quite well with her
dying orgasms. Tiffany lifted one of the fat lips and gave a soft moan as she
gently bit into it.

Delicious. Sweet, savory and a hint of salt. Sam's pussy was done to perfection.
She hoped that her own cunt tasted this good when Mom got done cooking her.

The family ate in silence for a while, and Tiffany savored each and every bite of
Sam's vagina, saving her destroyed womb and cervix for later. The tingle in her
own snatch as she finished the destruction of Sam's was delightful, a wonderfully
wicked way to celebrate the unrequited crush she had had on the gorgeously athletic
schoolgirl.

Her fingers slipped down to her unprotected cunt to caress her own sexlips, even as
she slowly savored the last few bites of Sam's... This experience really was worth
everything she'd paid for it.

She blinked a bit as she realized that her Mom was getting up. Oh, the girl was
back, blushing fit to burst into flames, but Mother was smiling happily down at
her, "Alright, then. Let's go to the back and get you harvested. I'll make sure
to send some thigh-slices to your table once we get back, ok?"

"Uhh, ok..." Maggie blushed so prettily. Tiff was really looking forward to
sampling her bacon. She gave the girl an encouraging smile which only made Maggie
blush harder.

Tiffany watched her mother walk off with the girl, then smirked at her sister,
"Dibs on the bigger slice."

"Awww!" But Sally smirked back at her.

Tiff let her attention return to her meal, thoughtfully chewing on the last of
Sam's incredible pussy and eyeing her cervix and womb with avarice. The shriveled
spheres of Sam's ovaries were off to one side, smeared with sauce and left to
glaze, they were her treat as dessert. Tiffany slid her knife in through the
broken hole where the spit had passed from Sam's womb to her gut, and began to
carefully cut open her once-small womb.

She made a production out of it, savoring each bite as she carefully cut them free
of the nicely-firm flesh. Eventually, only the cervix remained, the tight, round
ring of muscle that represented the entrance to Sam's destroyed womb, a barrier
Tiffany had helped the teenage girl pierce.

Her mother returned just then, and Tiffany looked up, "How did it go?"

"Wonderfully!" her mother gave her a happy smile, "It's always good to see a girl
interested in the how and why of her own harvesting." She dropped Sally a wink
that made her sister blush.

"Ohh? And how did she take it?" Tiffany asked, intrigued.

"She was very precocious, asking all sorts of questions, from how much it would
hurt, to what exactly was going on, once the pain-blockers kicked in." Her mother
sat and began consuming her interrupted meal, poking Sam's nipples with her fork
for emphasis. "We took her caviar first, a few quick cuts, and she was harvested.
They put her ovaries in a mortar and pestle once we fished them out."

"And what about her bacon, Mom?" Sally smirked a bit at Tiff.

"That was delicious. They used a -very- sharp pair of scissors to do it, holding
her lips wide and pulling her lips out as far as the could before snipping as close
as they could to the base of her pussy. It's sort of a shame you missed it, it
really is a delight watching a girl as the blades close on her lips, severing them
from the rest of her." Her mother gave a smile of delight, "She only flinched a
little, and that not until after the bandages were put on. She even wanted to know
how we were going to prepare her bacon, and asked to watch. The girl was
absolutely enthralled watching them grind her eggs into a glaze when I left..."
Tiffany's mother trailed off with a slight grin.
"Wow, it sounds like she's interested in getting the full harvesting done!"
Tiffany smiled eagerly.

"Nah, not yet at least. Ahh," Her mother smiled up at a server, who approached
with a small plate. On it were two thick lips of pussy-bacon, each bigger than
Tiffany would have thought possible given her earlier glance at their source, and
at the server's side, a very red and squirmy Maggie came over.

"Here you are, ladies, one set of vulval bacon, seared in fresh-harvested caviar."
The server set the platter down and Tiffany instantly snagged the larger of the two
strips, her sister poking her tongue out at her as she took the other. The server
smiled at them as she retreated towards the kitchens.

"That's very nice of you, Maggie. Here, let me separate out a few thigh-slices for
you." Tiffany's mother slid three slices of thigh-meat onto the vacated plate that
had so recently held the bounty of Maggie's own privates, and handed them over to
the trembling girl.

"Mmmmm, your bacon is -yummmy-!" Sally murmured around a mouthful, making the girl
blush HARD.

"Uhhh, th-thanks.. Uhh, s-see you later, maybe?" She retreated so fast that
Tiffany laughed, and bit into her own slice of pussy-bacon.

"I wonder if the rest of her pussy tastes just as nice?" Sally wondered curiously
after the girl had retreated back to her table.

Sally was right, Maggie tasted almost as delicious as Sam had....

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"There you are, Maggie, did you get us some of your sister?"

Maggie blushed hard and nodded, setting the plate on the table. Her remaining two
sisters each took a slice, the greedy-guts, and Mom smiled and let her have the
last one.

"So how did you like it?"

Maggie blinked at her mother, "Uhh, I haven't tried S-Sam yet?"

Her mother shook her head, "I meant being harvested, Maggie."

The girl blushed hard, squirming a little, "O-Once the pain-things were in, it
didn't feel b-bad... W-weird, mostly."

"But good?" Her mother nibbled a little at her girlmeat sausage, one of the many,
many free ones.

"K-Kinda, maybe?" Maggie blushed a little, squirming as sitting made a very dull
ache spread through her newly trimmed crotch.

"Mmmm, well, think it over and let me know. If you liked it enough, I might
consent to letting you put yourself on the menu for Christmas dinner."

Maggie's eyes went wide and she looked from her mom to her two sisters, who were
eyeing her with wide-eyed delight.
"We'd get girlmeat for Christmas?! Oh, please, Maggie, please say yes!"

Maggie's blush went almost nuclear, "I-I'll think about it..."