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WARNING!!!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SNUFF.  IT IS VIOLENT AND BLOODY.  IT ALSO CONTAINS SOME CANNIBALISM.  SOME OF THE VICTIMS ARE MOST DEFINITELY NOT WILLING PARTICIPANTS. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR KIND OF STORY, TURN BACK NOW.  IF IT IS SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE, READ ON.

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A Visit To The Club

by Azalel

       Trine Bremmer closed her book and walked to the window. Looking out, she saw her parents getting into the car and driving away. Her parents had been going out like this - on the third Friday of the month - for the last five months. They never said where they were going, but Trine knew it was something that excited them. When they got home, their lovemaking would often wake Trine. The 18-year-old's curiosity was driving her mad.

       Remembering that Christina Malcolm, her best friend, had mentioned that her parents did the same thing, Trine went to the phone. Maybe Christina knew more. By this point, Trine was almost dying to know where her parents were going. She would have asked her older brother, Brent, but he had been away at school for the last six months and likely had no idea what was going on. Without another thought, Trine dialed Christina's number.

       "Malcolm residence," Christina said, picking up the phone on the third ring.

       "Hey, Christina, it's Trine."

       "Hi, Trine. What's up?"

       "Oh, nothing much," Trine said. "I am just wondering. Did your parent's go out tonight?"

       "Yes," Christina said with a sigh. "Just like yours did. We had this same conversation last month. Remember?"

       "Oh yeah," Trine said. "Did they tell you where they were going?"

       "Nope. But wherever it is, they have fun there. When they get home, they fuck so loudly, it wakes me up."

       "Same here," Trine replied. "I really want to know where they go."

       "Well, how are you going to do that," Christina queried, "hide in the trunk?"

       "I thought about doing that," Trine admitted, "but you know how strict my dad is. I don't even want to think about what he would do if he had caught me."

       "A nice weekend barbecue would be my guess," Christina said helpfully.

       "I said I don't want to think about it, you bitch," Trine said grumpily.

       "Hehe," Christina giggled. "Well why don't we tail them next month?"

       "Huh? What do you mean?"

       "Well, I am sure we could hire a cab and follow them at a distance so we would not be caught."

       "Hire a cab?"

       "Yeah. I mean, you have your money from babysitting and I have money from my job at the restaurant. We should be able to afford it. We know the parents head out at 7:00pm. If we arrange for the cab to pick us up at 6:45pm and wait down the street, we can follow your folks to wherever they go."

       "I guess that would work," Trine said hopefully. "We would just have to be careful and not get caught."

       "No shit," Christina said with a laugh. "I may joke about your father cooking you if he catches you, but, with the looks my father has been giving me since I turned 18, I do not think he would hesitate to cook me if he caught me doing something I shouldn't."

       "Well," Trine said, "it is something to think about."

       "Well, then, think about it. We have about a month to decide, if the last few months have been any indication. They always go out on the third Friday of the month. That will be in four weeks."

       "Yeah," Trine agreed, "ok."

       "Then I will see you on Monday. I have to get this math homework done or Mrs. Lenders will kill me."

       "Really," Trine laughed. "I heard she sent some freshman to the kitchen because the dumb bitch failed to turn in three consecutive homework assignments."

       "She did," Christina confirmed. "I was on kitchen duty that day and had to scrub the girl down before we put her into the soup pot. The poor kid fought every step of the way.we actually had to chain her to the pot so she couldn't get out."

       "Luckily, as seniors, we are exempt from such punishment."

       "I know," Christina said, "but although we cannot be killed as meat or demonstrations, they can still punish us with whips and floggers. And knowing Mrs. Lenders, I wouldn't doubt that she has a flogger in her desk drawer."

       "Heh," Trine laughed. "Then I better let you get to your homework."

       "Damn straight, bitch," Christina agreed with a chuckle. "I will see you on Monday."

       "Goodnight, Christina."

       "Goodnight, Trine."

       As with previous occasions, neither Trine nor Christina got much sleep after their parents got home. Wherever the older people went, it really whet their sexual appetites. Without realizing that she had done it, Trine resolved to follow Christina's suggestion and use a cab to follow her parents next time.

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       Three weeks passed quickly. With one week left to go, Trine found her anticipation climbing constantly. Her mother had walked funny for two days following the last outing, but said nothing to Trine about it.

       Christina and Trine had different classes most of the time, but they sometimes had duty together. All senior students had duty in one of four areas twice a week. The four assignments were lab assistants, kitchen help, janitorial support, and administration aid.

       Lab assistants helped the instructors with preparing the laboratories by ensuring all supplies were accounted for. They helped by restraining troublesome test subjects. They also were responsible for cleaning the lab after the demonstration was completed.

       Kitchen help cleaned the dishes, prepared the cooking areas, and brought the selected meat from their classroom to the kitchen. They made sure the meat was cleaned and prepared for the method of preparation (spitting, boiling, or baking). The kitchen assistants were responsible for preparing nooses for those that were to be hung. They oiled the spitting rig and made sure the spit itself was immaculate. While the help never dispatched any of the meat (due to a problem years before where a kitchen aid was unable to dispatch one sow who happened to be the helper's little sister), they were made to watch.

       Janitorial and administration duties were quite dull when compared to kitchen and lab duties. Janitorial duties mostly involved sweeping and mopping the classrooms and hallways after school and emptying trashcans. Administration duties were mostly filing paperwork and running errands for the office staff.

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       When Trine and Christine got to school, they found out they both had been assigned the same duty. Praying that it wasn't janitorial or administrative (both would have kept them at school too long to put their plan into action), they checked the duty board. With a sigh, they saw they had kitchen duty. Trine was relieved. While spitting a girl would get bloody, there was not really as much gore involved as with the biology or chemistry lab demonstrations. Also, they had time for only one class before reporting to the kitchen at 9:00am.

       Math, the class before kitchen duty, dragged on miserably. Mrs. Lenders was in a foul mood as one of the boys in the class had failed to turn in his homework yet again (making it five times this quarter). Calling him to the front of the class, the teacher retrieved the flogger from the desk drawer.

       John, the negligent student, was beside himself with fear.

       "Um, Mrs. Lenders," he began, "I thought boys were not punished like girls were."

       "Now, where did you hear that garbage," Mrs. Lenders asked as she gave John a scathing look.

       "Um, no one told me, but I just thought......"

       "Well," Mrs. Lenders interrupted, "you thought wrong. While we normally process girls for meat or experiments, boys are occasionally called upon, as well. And in my class, no one - male or female - gets away with the laziness I see in you. Now get up here and remove your clothes."

       John whimpered as he did so. The class watched nervously. This was the first time most of them had seen a boy reprimanded. The girls loved it where the boys - realizing for the first time that they were not as safe as they once thought - mentally took note to not piss off Mrs. Lenders.

       "I have been lax in my duties as an educator," Mrs. Lenders said with a frown. "Letting a boy go this far without consequences only convinces other boys that there are no consequences. It is time to remedy that lapse of judgment on my part."

       "Bu....bu....but...."

       "I know, John. I bear some of the responsibility for this. Now one of the other boys in the class, Matthew, will give me two lashes with this flogger before I begin on you, John. Come on up, Matthew."

       Matthew, the strongest boy in the class, rose from his seat uneasily and approached the teacher.

       "Now Matthew," Mrs. Lenders said as she removed her blouse and bra and presented her back to the boy, "I want you to strike me as hard as you can with this. I do not want anyone thinking I am trying to save myself some pain here."

       "A...are you sure," Matthew asked nervously.

       "Certainly," the teacher replied as she removed her skirt and panties. "You may aim anywhere you want. Just make them hurt."

       Matthew looked at his teacher and winced. Unbeknownst to his fellow students, he'd had a crush on Mrs. Lenders since he had been a freshman. Causing her pain ran counter to his own desires. Only her insistence that he do this allowed him to pick up the flogger. Aiming at her back, he lashed out weakly.

       "Oh, come now, Matthew," Mrs. Lenders complained. "Put some strength into it. I know you can do better. Now give me two really good ones. If you do not, I will have another student do it."

       Matthew, realizing another student may be more sadistic, did his duty. He cocked back his arm and let loose with a vicious blow across her shoulders, drawing a little blood as the flogger broke the skin a little. His left hand rising to his mouth in shock, he gawked at his teacher not believing what he had done.

       "Ohhhhhh," Mrs. Lenders groaned. "That fucking hurts. Oh! Sorry for my language, kids. Matthew, that was just right. Now, one more. A little lower if you would, please. That last one came dangerously close to my neck. If you had cut me on the neck, I could have bled out."

       Matthew, surprised that the teacher was seemingly pleased with him, shook his head. Setting aside any reservations he had left, he aimed at the teacher's beautiful ass and let loose with another vicious blow. A huge welt appeared on Mrs. Lenders left ass-cheek as blood began to flow from a cut on her right cheek.

       "Uhn," the teacher groaned. "Okay. Thank you, Matthew. Would you mind getting the antiseptic, a couple gauze pads, and medical tape from my cabinet over there? Thank you. That's a good boy."

       Matthew was severely shaken but retrieved the object Mrs. Lenders requested. The teacher poured a little antiseptic solution on one of the gauze pads and wiped her right ass-cheek before taping the other gauze pad to the cut. She got dressed again and, picking up the flogger, turned to John.

       "Now, John," she began, "normally, I would give you ten lashes with this flogger. As I have already received two of those lashes, however, you will only receive eight."

       "The rest of you," she continued, addressing the rest of the class, "will receive ten should John's laziness be duplicated. With this demonstration, I will feel I have made my point and will feel no responsibility for future laziness on the part of you students."

       She had John turn his back to her and then laid into him. The first seven lashes caused angry red welts to appear on his back and drew some blood. With the last strike, the flogger accidentally snaked around the boy's hip and smashed into his unprotected balls. With an inhumanly high-pitched shriek of pain, John's eyes rolled up into his head and the boy fainted.

       "Oh, dear," Mrs. Lenders said with more than a little concern, "I believe I hit him harder than I intended. Matthew, please help him to the infirmary. This concludes our demonstration. I trust everyone will turn in their homework from now on."

       She was answered by a sea of nodding faces. Telling the kids to read over the next chapter in their textbook, the teacher sat at her desk. Sitting in agony, she watched the clock, waiting for the class to end so she could go put ice on her own bruised ass.

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       When the class finally let out, Trine and Christina raced to the kitchen. The cooks were well known for their short tempers and the last helper to arrive (even if they were on time) often found herself getting punished. The last time Trine had kitchen duty, the helper who showed up last had to spend three minutes sitting on the heated grill. It was extremely painful, but not permanently damaging. The girl had a sore pussy for a week, but that was it. Trine and Christina, however, did not want to go through that.

       They arrived at the kitchen and were pleased to see that they were the first to arrive. There were normally four helpers in the kitchen. With Trine and Christina there already, that meant two more would be arriving shortly.

       Sure enough, another girl appeared a minute later. She was a pretty girl with red hair. She was 4'3" tall and could have been confused as a junior high student if not for her school uniform and the bands on the sleeve announcing that she was a senior.

       "Oh, thank god," the newcomer said, seeing that there were only two other students here. "I was sure that Mr. Colberts’ lecture would never end. I was almost positive that I would be the one to be punished."

       "Don't worry, Beth," Trine chuckled. "That dubious honor does not belong to you. I do not know who else is coming, but I am glad I am not in her shoes."

       "His shoes," a masculine voice said as the last helper entered the kitchen. "And why wouldn't you want to be in my shoes?"

       "Because you are the last to arrive," Beth said. "But why are you here, Adam? Boys do not normally get assigned kitchen duty."

       "Well," Adam replied, "I am having a tough time in Home Economics and the teacher suggested I spend a few days in the kitchen to see how a professional cook does it."

       "Then you should have come right away, like Trine and me," Christina said.

       "I had to stop by my locker and talk to my friend. What's the big deal anyway?"

       "Girls," Ann, the head cook, interrupted, "you have all been here before. Get ready. I will take care of this young man and show him why he should not have been last to arrive."

       "Ohhhh," sighed the girls. "Sorry, Adam."

       The girls got undressed as Adam watched in awe. He had always liked Trine and Christine, but seeing them naked, he felt sure that he loved them. And Beth.....she may be short, but she was pretty well-developed. Her 34D breasts looked out of place on her short frame. She was the only one of the four girls with pubic hair and hers proved that she was a true redhead.

       "Enough gawking, boy," Ann said. "Get over here and get your clothes off."

       "I don't understand," Adam protested. "Why do I have to get naked?"

       "You've never been to a real barbecue," the cook scoffed. "If you are dressed while working in the kitchen, blood gets on your clothes. Everyone strips down while working here. After the meal is on to cook, the workers shower and then get dressed."

       "But.....but....."

       "What? It is okay for the girls to have to get naked, but you think you should not have to? Bullshit. Now get your clothes off."

       The three girls watched in amazement. They had not realized that Adam was so dumb. He was actually arguing with the cook. Did he really want to make it through the day? Pissing off the cook was a quick and easy way to end up on the menu.

       In here, it did not matter that you were a senior. If Ann felt you were a threat to the safety of her kitchen staff or the other helpers, no one would fault her for cooking you. There were enough hazards in the kitchen that practically anything could be used as a way to justify the belief that an individual was a threat.

       "You cannot make me take my clothes off, you bitch," Adam said to the other helpers' astonishment as he turned to walk away. "I am a senior. I do not have to follow your stupid rules."

       "Well," Trine muttered to Christina and Beth, "it was nice knowing Adam."

       "You know, boy," the cook said with a smile as she picked up a mallet used to tenderize meat, "you are right. You do not need to take your clothes off."

       With a heavy swing, Ann slammed the mallet into the back of Adam's head. The boy's eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed.

       "Well girls, let's get him undressed," the cook said. "I was just going to make him sit on the grill for three minutes, but after his dangerous behavior, I think it better to prevent him from hurting anyone else. He must be crazy, acting that reckless in a kitchen."

       The girls were not foolish enough to disagree. They helped Ann strip of their classmate's clothes. When they were done undressing Adam, Ann had them clean him up, bind his hands behind him, and set him in the soup pot. The heat was only now coming up as fire under the pot had just been lit.

       Adam slowly awoke from his state of unconsciousness to the sound of girls talking.

       "Oh, my god," one sophomore girl exclaimed. "There is a boy in that pot."

       The girl and four of her classmates had been selected to provide meat for the day's meal. While not happy with the situation, they knew that they ran that risk until they were seniors. Luck had not been with them today and this is how things went. Without hesitating, they had stripped down upon entering the kitchen. Looking around, they saw the pot on the stove and noticed the boy in it.

       "Yes, girls," Ann confirmed. "This boy was foolish enough to endanger your three upperclassmen over there. As a result, he will become soup along with two more of you. The other three of you will be roasted."

       "Spit-roasted," one girl asked anxiously. "You will spit us?"

       "If that is what you wish."

       The girl nodded and her other friends talked for a moment. After a minute or two, two others went over to the spit-roast enthusiast and volunteered to be spitted. The other two moved toward the pot. Adam was shocked by this.

       "What," Adam objected from his place in the warming water. "Wait a minute. You cannot cook me. I am a senior. Also, I am a guy."

       "Nonsense," Ann said. "You were causing a ruckus in my kitchen and putting the helpers at risk. Perhaps you didn't notice, but there are a lot of dangerous things here. Causing someone to lose their focus can cause them to lose their life."

       "But...."

       "But nothing. It is in my rights, as head cook, to dispatch - however I see fit - anyone endangering a worker in my kitchen. Just be happy I am not putting a spit through you. As you do not have a cunt for the stabilizer to use to keep you in place, I would have to cut your cock and balls off and shove the stabilizer up the hole where they once were."

       "My father will sue you. You will see. Just you wait."

       "Your father will do no such thing," Ann replied. "While you were asleep, I called him and let him know the situation. He said that since you didn't learn after what happened to your cook, Matilda, maybe you were getting what you deserved."

       Adam went white as a ghost. Three years ago, he had been having a fight with his older sister, Nicole. Nicole, thinking the fight was over, went to the kitchen to get a snack. Neither child knew Matilda was there preparing for a big dinner party their father had planned. Adam had charged into the kitchen and, bumping into Matilda, caused the maid to tip the stew pot. The boiling contents poured out onto the poor cook and caused her death. If the school's head cook knew about Matilda, then Adam's father had to have told her. Adam realized no help would be coming from his father.

       "And as for you being a 'guy'," Ann continued, "so what? We do not often select boys as meat as your meat quality is inferior to girls' meat. But, what the hell? The school would be better off without you, so I will make an exception in this case."

       "As for you meat girls, go with Trine, Christina, and Beth. They will get you cleaned up and out. Then the three who wanted to be spitted, come on over to the fire pits. The other two should climb into the pot as soon as they are clean."

       Trine and her fellow helpers led the meat to the showers where the meat was thoroughly cleaned from the inside out. With three helpers, it took about 20 minutes for all five girls. Returning to the kitchen, the two soup-girls climbed into the pot with Adam. Seeing his hands were restrained, they looked at Trine.

       "Do we need our hands bound like his," one of the girls asked.

       "No," Trine replied. We only bound his hands because we thought he was going to fight us. As you are here somewhat willingly, we do not need to restrain you. Now sit down and let yourselves get used to the heat. It is going to get hotter, soon."

       The other three were quickly spitted and set to turn over the coals. Within an hour, the spit roasts were browning nicely while Adam, and the girls with him, were already dead and bobbing in the boiling water. In another hour, Adam and the girls would be pulled from the pot and their meat would be separated from their bodies before being put back into the pot. Trine, Christina, and Beth were already preparing the vegetables for the soup.

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       The meal went well, and Ann, very pleased with her kitchen help, reported back to the teachers that they were to be commended. They handled themselves like true professionals. The girls, finished with kitchen duty, were excused for the rest of the day. Because they all lived in the same direction, the girls decided to walk home together.

       "That was nice of Ann to pull strings to get us excused from classes," Trine said.

       "Yeah," Christina replied. "Now we can go home and get ready for tonight."

       "Tonight," Beth asked. "What is tonight?"

       "It is the third Friday of the month," Trine replied.

       "Yeah," Christina added, "and on the third Friday of each month, Trine's parents and my parents go out somewhere. They come back all hot an bothered, so wherever they go, it must be exciting. Trine and I want to find out where they go."

       "Third Friday of the month? Hmmm....."

       "What," Trine asked. "Do you know something, Beth?"

       "Maybe," Beth replied. "Maybe they are going to Club D like my parents."

       "Club D?"

       "It is a new club downtown. It opened about seven months ago and they only meet like once a month. My parents have been going for six months."

       "What is it like," Christina asked.

       "I do not know," Beth answered. "My parents do not talk about it."

       "Then how do you know they go there?"

       "My mother has a tag on a ring through her clit. The tag says 'Club D' on it. I saw it briefly when my mother came out of the shower a few months ago."

       "Did you ask her about it," Christina asked.

       "How the hell would I do that? 'Oh, hi, mom. By the way, I noticed that you have a tag hanging from your pussy. It says 'Club D' on it. What's Club D, mom?' Yeah. I can see having that conversation."

       "Hmmm. Good point," Trine conceded. "I don't think I would have been able to ask, either."

       "But," Beth continued, "I did research the club. It is members only, though, so I couldn't get inside."

       "Bummer," Christina said dejectedly.

       "They do, however, hire some friends of mine as security. If you guys are willing to blow them, my friends might not 'notice' you slipping in the back through a door a member negligently left open."

       Trine and Christina were not sure they wanted to give blowjobs, but their curiosity was killing them. After giving in and agreeing to give head, Beth called one of her friends and was told that the girls could probably get in. They agreed to meet at the back of the club at 9:00pm and see what could be done.

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       That night, around 6:30pm, as Trine was finishing her homework, the phone rang. Before the 18-year-old could answer the phone, her mother got it. Trine could not make out what was said, but the effect on her mother was startling. Her mother, a normally cheerful woman got an alarmed look on her face, but then with a resigned sigh, answered a question in the affirmative.

       Trine waited until her mother was off the phone before approaching her.

       "Hey, mom," the teenager said, "who was that?"

       "Oh," Mary Bremmer said to her daughter, "that was your father. We are going to go out tonight. We normally leave at 7:00pm but tonight, we will not be able to go until 9:00pm as he has to work late."

       "Oh," Trine said. "Well, I was going to go out with Christina tonight. Is that okay?"

       "Well, there is no school tomorrow so I do not mind. Just be home before midnight, ok?"

       "Ok, Mom. Thanks."

       Trine was concerned that her parents might not go. If they didn't, that midnight curfew was firm. If they did, the curfew was unenforceable. Her parents never got home from the club until 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. As long as Trine was home by 2:30am, her parents would never know. Keeping that in mind, she left for Christina's house.

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       It was 8:45pm when the girls got to the club. Sure enough, Beth was there with three burly guys that looked like they had got lost on the way to the gym. Beth introduced them as her friends John, Jack, and Jim.

       "So," Beth asked, "are you willing to blow these guys to get in?"

       Christina and Trine had no problems at all. They were kind of novices when it came to blowjobs, but they would do their best. Trine took Jack, Christina took Jim, and Beth decided to help out by taking care of John.

       Sinking to her knees in front of Jack, the relatively tall (5'11") red-haired bouncer, Trine undid his zipper and fished his penis from his pants. Trine was shocked at his 11-inch penis. She had seen her father's once when, thinking no one was home, he walked from the shower to his bedroom without a towel. Jack's penis made her father's 8-inch penis look small.

       Sighing heavily, Trine started licking the shaft and working her way to the head. The head was enormous. It took some work, but Trine was able to get it into her mouth. Because the head filled her mouth, Trine was not able to fit anymore in. She worked her tongue around as best she could and rubbed her hands around the shaft.

       It did not take long before Jack exploded in her mouth. The flood of semen could not be swallowed fast enough and, due to the head blocking Trine's mouth, the excess cum flowed from her nose. Coughing and gagging, Trine finally dislodged the giant cock from her mouth and took a heaving gasp of fresh air.

       Looking over at her best friend, Trine saw that Christina was having the same problem. Jim was no less endowed than Jack and Christina was soon suffering the same fate Trine had. Both Jim and Jack laughed at the poor girls.

       Beth chuckled, causing Trine and Christina to look her way. John was not as big as the others (only 9 inches) and Beth was easily able to move her mouth up and down on his cock. When he came, Beth, obviously more practiced at blowjobs than either Trine or Christina, swallowed the load easily.

       Jim and Jack handed the girls towels to clean their faces off. After doing so, the girls were told that this was a one-night deal. They would be allowed in once. If they got caught, they were on their own. Letting non-members in was a serious offence and the bouncers would pay dearly if it was found that they let the girls in.

       If the girls got caught, the bouncers would disavow any knowledge of their presence. A few members were known for being lax about the back door so there was a plausible explanation. It would be best, however, if no excuse was needed.

       The girls nodded and headed for the door. They hadn't gone three steps before John's voice stopped them.

       "Uh.....there is one more thing before you go in there."

       "Really," Trine asked as she turned to face the bouncer, "what is that?"

       "These," John said with a grin as he held up three tags. "Membership tags. All the female members are required to wear them. The tags......and nothing else. You will all have to be naked in there. Only men are allowed clothing."

       "What," Beth objected incredulously. "You didn't tell me about that. I didn't know I would have to get naked."

       "Well," Jim said, "technically you don't have to get naked......"

       "But," John said seeing the relief on Beth's face, "if you don't, they will know you are not members and throw your pretty butt out on the street."

       The frown returned and the three girls had a huddled discussion. Beth was against going in naked, but Trine and Christina figured that they had gone so far already, it would be a shame to back out without actually seeing the inside of the club. Beth, adamant, threw John a scowl as she stormed off to go home.

       "So," John said, "it is just you two?"

       "Looks that way," Trine said with a shrug.

       "Then, strip down and we will get this over with."

       Trine and Christina sigh and removed their clothes. Christina was a little plumper than Trine and had magnificent breasts. Christina was almost a clone of her mother. Both had beautiful long blonde hair. They had breasts that most women would kill for. Christina weighed close to 140 pounds, but her 49DD breasts had most guys forgetting those few extra pounds.

       Trine, a B-cup in the breast department was also beautiful. She was 5'3", three inches shorter than Christina, and had a face that would have made Helen of Troy weep with jealousy. She was the one the boys at school thought of when they masturbated at night.

       After stripping, the girls turned to John and waited for the next step.

       "Damn," John said, "I think we were robbed. We should have asked to fuck you girls instead of just a blowjob. But, a deal's a deal. Anyway, Trine, hold out your left pussy lip and brace yourself. I hear this hurts like a sonofabitch."

       Shaking with trepidation, Trine did as she was asked. As she pulled out and down on her pussy lip, John shoved a fat needle through it. Quickly, he attached a silver ring with the membership tag to the pierced lip.

       "Fuuuuuck," Trine groaned lowly. "That does fucking hurt."

       "That is why I told you to prepare yourself," John replied. "Your turn, now, Christina."

       Christina, seeing what Trine went through, was beginning to have doubts, but realized that if she did not go through with it, Trine would be the only one to go in. Christina had no doubt that Trine would leave her behind. Holding out her pussy lip, she nodded at John and she, too, was tagged.

       Looking at the tags, both girls were a bit surprised. It was hard to believe that something so small could hurt so much. Shaking their heads, they entered the club through the back door.

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       The first thing the girls noticed was the sex. Everywhere they looked, people were going at it. Trine recognized Beth's mother and father across the room. Beth's mother, Jane, was getting fucked in the ass by a young man while Beth's father, Brian, was fucking a girl Trine recognized from school.

       The girl was Allison, the student body president at the high school. Trine was shocked to see "little miss perfect" bent over a sawhorse as Brian drove his cock balls-deep into her pussy. The trail of blood running from the teen's cunt indicated that either she had been a virgin or Brian had ruptured something.

       "Gee, Martin," Brian said to a man watching the coupling, "the way she was dressed when you two came in, I would never have thought she was a virgin."

       "I know, Brian, but my daughter just never seemed interested in sex."

       "Are you volunteering her tonight?"

       "Maybe. I will wait until her mother gets here and then we will decide. Allison has been a terrific daughter and we are very proud of her. I am not sure we are ready to give her up just yet."

       Allison, hearing the men talk about her, just wept. She was scared more than she had ever been. She had been trying to get her parents to bring her here but they made her wait until her 18th birthday. Now that she saw what membership entailed, she was not sure she wanted to be a member. Getting fucked by her classmate's father had not been something she had been prepared for.

       Trine winced in sympathy. Poor Allison. It was a hell of a way to lose her virginity. Trine had lost hers to a boy when they were 13. Now, five years later, she had lost count of many times she had been fucked.

       Christina, Trine knew, had started even earlier. Hell, Christina had been the only girl in the third grade that needed a bra. It was still four years before the boys stopped making fun of her and started lusting after her. Christina had lost her virginity when she was 12.

       Moving on, the girls went into a room called the "Dungeon". Trine and Christina froze for a moment as they took in the scene. It looked like something out of one of those old movies about the Inquisition. There was a rack, a water wheel, a few whipping posts (with two girls and a guy being whipped), a hanging scaffold, and other torture devices, including an iron maiden and a table saw (upon which a young woman lay as she was dragged by the ankles toward the spinning blade).

       If either Christina or Trine had expected the men to stop and let the woman off of the table saw, those expectations died as the woman, screaming at full volume, had her pussy obliterated by the spinning blade. A few moments later, the screaming stopped as the saw reached her heart and destroyed it.

       "Wow," said Trine. "That was intense. And to think; our parents have been coming here for almost six months."

       "I know," Christina responded. "I wonder if they have killed anyone in here."

       When the woman was completely sawn in half, the halves were placed on a trolley cart and wheeled to a room with a plaque above the door that read "Kitchen". Trine understood that woman was now meat. While the meat was being taken away, the table saw was cleaned and prepped for the next victim. Continuing to look around, the girls noticed an empty stage in the middle of the room. No one seemed to pay much attention to it so the girls moved on.

       The next room was called the "Game Room". It lived up to its name. There were card tables, a craps table and a roulette table. There were also deadly games, including Russian Roulette, Human Dart (where a man or woman played the role of the dartboard), and Blammo's two favorites: Lawn Darts and Horseshoes Are Hand Grenades.

       "Damn," Christina whispered to Trine. "They sure play rough."

       "Yeah," Trine replied. "Let's head back to the main room."

       As they passed through the dungeon, they saw a new woman had been placed on the table saw. To their surprise, it was Jane. While not happy with her situation, the woman was accepting it.

       "This sucks," Jane said. "I was sure that virgin would have had you popping off faster than me."

       "Come on, dear," Brian said with a smile. "Rules are rules. You orgasmed first. That means you lose. If I had lost, you would be pulling me along this table."

       "I know, Brian," Jane said to her husband as he slowly pulled her toward the saw blade. "Take good care of Beth. I know she can be a handful, but she is a good girl."

       "I know, dear," Brian said as he paused in draging his wife toward her doom. "Now that she is 18, other men will be trying to get her but I have already decided. I will cook her for Emily's birthday."

       "Being the dinner for her little sister's birthday? Beth will like that, I think. Does she know?"

       "No," Brian said. "I have not told her yet. That is enough hesitating. Brace yourself. I am pretty sure this is going to hurt a lot. I love you, dear. Goodbye."

       "Ok, dear," Jane said as she felt herself moving along the table once more. "I love you too. GoodbyeeeeeEEEEEEE......."

       The rest was lost to the scream as the blade bit in and tore her pussy to ribbons. The blood fountained up and came raining down on the dying woman and her husband. The saw blade tore through the spine and neck and Jane's head fell to the floor. Brian picked up Jane's head lovingly, kissed it, and set it on the trolley with the two halves of her body.

       Just then, a voice came over the intercom.

       "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Would everyone please come to the main hall, please? It is about time for the drawing."

       Seeing everyone drop what they were doing (to the relief - however temporary - of several people heading toward the hanging scaffold), Trine and Christina followed them to the main hall. Trine was a little surprised. There had to be about 400 people there. A motion caught her attention. Looking to the doors, Trine saw her parents and Christina's parents enter the room.

       "Shit," muttered Trine to Christina. "Our parents are here."

       "Damn," Christina replied. "Try to avoid being seen. We have to get out of here now. We saw what we wanted to see."

       "Yeah," Trine whispered. "Let's head toward the back door."

       They were stopped by a loud round of applause. A tall slender woman stepped to the front of the room and picked up the microphone.

       "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Marlene. We will get on with the drawing in a moment, but before we do, we have some nasty business to attend to. It seems that some of our security have been lax in their duties. Three of the guards allowed two non-members to enter."

       Trine's heart jumped up into her throat. This was bad. They found out about John, Jim and Jack. She and Christina had to get out of there. Grabbing Christina's wrist, Trine moved as quickly as caution would permit. Moving purposefully toward the door, Trine groaned when her parents, Mary and John, stepped in front of it, blocking their daughter's exit.

       "Sorry, Trine," John Bremmer said. "You really should not have come here."

       "I am sorry, too, dear," Mary said. "It is too late for you to leave."

       "The same goes for you, Christina," Ann Malcolm said as she and her husband, Michael, joined the Bremmers. "We tried to shield you from this, but you came of your own accord. Now, you must stay and accept the consequences for trespassing."

       Two bouncers grabbed the 18-year-olds and dragged them to the front of the room. The girls were made to stand next to the three men that let them in. Jack and Jim were crying a little as John just stood there. The girls were frightened, but they were also furious.

       "How the hell did they find out," hissed Trine to John.

       "Oh," Marlene said, surprising Trine, "it was not difficult. We had one of our members set it up. Come on up dear."

       To Trine's shock and dismay, Beth joined Marlene.

       "Beth has been a member since her 18th birthday," Marlene said. "She had overheard these three men talking about fucking some of the members. Unfortunately for them, the rules forbid the security guards to have sex with members. It makes it difficult if the security guard has to restrain the member they fucked."

       "Beth," Marlene continued, "knew about you two and your curiosity about where your parents went every month. Realizing you would not be persuaded to drop your plans to infiltrate this club, she approached your parents. They talked with me and we set up this opportunity. I had honestly hoped the guards would behave and turn you away. I cannot convey how disappointed I am that they did not."

       ?Wait a minute,? Trine objected. ?If Beth is a member, where is her tag??

       ?She will get it next month,? Marlene answered. ?From the time a member joins, there is a two-month probation. Only those surviving the probation period get tags.?

       "Anyway, to ensure that they will not repeat their transgressions, the guards will be punished. You two, however, have entered this place even though you had no right to do so. As a result, you will be punished as well."

       "Before we move on to your punishment, however," Marlene continued, "let us proceed with the drawing. We will be drawing for ten women tonight."

       A basket was brought out. Beth reached in and pulled out the first tag. The number was seven.

       "Fuck," said Marlene good-naturedly. "It looks like my time is up. Now, who will join me? Continue please, Beth."

       Three more tags were drawn from the basket and three women - two of them very happy to be chosen - joined Marlene. Beth drew another tag – one that had a name instead of a number – and groaned.

       "Oh dear," Marlene chuckled, seeing the number. "It looks like Beth will be joining us. Good job, Beth. It looks like you will not need that tag after all. Now we need five more."

       Beth, sighed, pulled the next tag and read off the number: 285. To Trine's surprise, he mother walked to the front.

       "I'm 285," Mary said with a smile. "I hope you all enjoy me."

       Beth pulled the remaining four, but Trine and Christina did not know the women called. The ten women stood together as Marlene addressed the crowd.

       "Okay," Marlene said. "If we can proceed to the dungeon, we will proceed with punishing these criminals."

       When they got to the dungeon, Trine and Christina noticed the stage was no longer empty. The middle of the stage had been removed, exposing a fire pit below. Standing above the pit was a tall metal bull. The bull was nine feet long from the tail to the nose and stood five feet tall at the shoulder. There was a door on the side of the bull and a latching mechanism that kept the door shut.

       Trine and Christina had seen many torture devices, both here at the club and in school, but they had never heard of this one. They could not figure it out. Their questions were answered when Marlene, still holding the microphone, addressed the crowd.

       "What you see before you, ladies and gentlemen," Marlene said, "is the Brazen Bull. The original was built around 550 B.C. by Perillos of Athens for Phalaris, the Tyrant of Akragas. It was used to torture and execute Phalaris' enemies and, when he was overthrown, Phalaris, himself. It is said that the screams of the victims sound like the angry bellowing of a bull."

       "Our first victims will be the two trespassers," Marlene continued. "These girls are small enough that they can be put inside together."

       Trine watched in horror as the door was opened and the bouncers shoved Christina inside. Then they were pushing her inside as well. Trine heard the locking mechanism slide into place and tried to push the door open. The door did not budge.

       The bouncers lit the fire beneath the bull and stepped back. The flames were small at first, but they soon began to grow. The heat rose and the audience stepped back to avoid the heat.

       "Damn," Christina said. "It is starting to get warm in here. The bottom is starting to get hot."

       "I know," Trine said as she shifted a little to find a more comfortable spot. "I wonder how long we will last. It is going to get real bad as this metal heats up."

       Christina could only nod. She regretted talking Trine into coming here. They would have been fine if they had only stayed home.

       "I am sorry, Trine," Christina said. "This is all my fault."

       "Oh, shut up with that," Trine said. "It is really Beth's fault. She tricked us. At least she will die tonight, too. Fuck! This metal is getting hot."

       The fire was burning brightly, now. The metal was heating up. No one could hear the girls' conversation over the roar of the fire.

       "God damn it," cursed Trine as the metal got hotter. "This is beginning to fucking hurt."

       "I know," whimpered Christina. "I wish they would just kill us and get it over with."

       "That would......ouch.....would not be much in the way of torture, Christina," Trine said. "They want us......fuck.....to suffer. I just cannot believe our parents were in on it."

       "I.....I....fuck, Trine," Christina sobbed, "I can't....can't take this......"

       The rest was lost as the girls began to scream in pain. The bull, it seemed work as it was supposed to. To those watching, the scream did, indeed, sound like the bellowing of an angry bull.

       "Ok, guys," Marlene said. "Extinguish the flames and get them out. Douse it with water. We will need to re-light the fire in a little bit, so we will need more wood."

       The guards put out the blaze and opened the door. Moving carefully so they would not get burned, the guards extracted the girls. Both had burn marks on their buttocks and sides that had been in contact with the metal. They looked at Marlene in confusion and waited for an explanation for their rescue from the beast.

       "Oh, don't worry, girls," Marlene said. "We are not done with you, yet. You are too young and delicious-looking to let you die that way. We are going to cook you. You will join us ten ladies as dinner meat."

       Trine's hopes shattered, she just nodded wearily. She really was going to die tonight. At least it wouldn't be in that damned bull. She and Christina walked over to join the other meat. As they watched, the bull was lowered about 18 inches and Jim was shoved inside. The fire was re-lit and everyone watched as the metal, already heated, started to glow almost immediately.

       "With the bull at this height," Marlene said, "Jim will be dead in ten minutes. Then we can move on to Jack, and then to John. We would not normally use this method to execute women as it makes the meat good for nothing but hamburger. If, however, a woman has let herself become too fat to provide good meat, this method would be appropriate for her."

       Jim was howling in agony now. The braying of the bull was amusing to those watching. It was so realistic that it was easy to forget that it was a human making those noises. Looking at the smiles and nods of the people around her, Trine could see that most members liked this new addition to the dungeon.

       Six minutes later, the bellowing stopped. For good measure, they let the fire go on for four more minutes before extinguishing it and opening the door. Jim was dead. Burn marks covered his naked flesh. From the marks, the audience could see he must have thrashed around quite a bit. His body was removed from the bull and Jack was shoved inside.

       Twenty minutes later, all three of the corrupt guards were dead. Their bodies were delivered to the kitchen so they could be turned into ground beef. No one in the club would eat it, but there were many homeless in the city and the club's generosity was noticed by those in City Hall.

       As the girls walked into the kitchen, they saw several cooking areas. There were three spit rigs over coal beds. There were three large ovens, each capable of cooking a whole live roaster. There were also grills set up to accommodate three or four women. The last area was a large vat used for cooking soup.

       "Ok, everyone," Marlene said, "here is how we are going to do this. The spits are numbered one though three, the grills are numbered four through six, the ovens are numbered seven through nine. The two trespassers, due to the burns they received in the bull, are in no condition to be cooked those ways so they will be boiled for soup."

       "Sorry," a new voice interrupted. "I am late and, as a result, was told to report to the kitchen."

       Looking to the new arrival, Christina and Trine were shocked to see it was Mrs. Lenders. The teacher was naked and looked stunning. As with the other members, her pussy was bare. Her breasts, usually hidden under her unflattering school attire, were amazing. She had to be an H-cup at least.

       "That is okay, Melanie," Marlene said. "Go stand with the others. As I was saying a moment ago, the trespassers will be boiled for soup. The grills, although they can cook four girls at a time, are best for three or less. The girls cook more evenly that way. I am going to walk around with a hat. In the hat are slips of paper with numbers on them."

       "As there are more women than cooking stations," Marlene continued, "some of the slips are blank. If you get a number, go to the aforementioned area. Melanie, when you get your slip, ask your neighbor. She will tell you where to go. If you do not get a number, you go in the pot with the trespassers."

        As it turned out, Beth got the two, Mrs. Lenders got the six, and Trine's mother and Marlene both got blank slips. All thirteen women were cleaned inside and out. As the ovens were expected to take the most time to cook the girls, those selected for the ovens were processed first.

       Trine and Christina watched as the girls were gutted and flushed out with water. Their pussies and assholes were sewn shut and then they were filled with bread stuffing and vegetables. There was surprisingly little screaming.

       "I thought there would be more screaming," Trine said. "That must hurt a lot."

       "No," Marlene said. "Before we cook anyone - and fortunately for you, that includes you two trespassers - we give them a neural inhibitor. From that point on, there is no pain. They can still feel everything that happens to them, but there is no pain associated with it."

       "But they did scream a little," Christina said.

       "Yes," said one of the women being prepped for the oven. "It was a little scary seeing that knife cut my belly open. But Marlene is right. It did not hurt at all."

       "Well, that is a relief," Trine said. "I was sure you were going to hurt us some more."

       "No," Marlene responded. "We felt that your ordeal in the bull was enough pain. We are not happy with you for trespassing, but we do want to cause you as little pain as possible as you die."

       "But what about the guards," asked Trine. "You did not seem to have any problem killing them painfully."

       "They broke oath," Trine's mother said. "They swore to uphold the rules of the club. They swore to keep non-members out. Then, they got blowjobs from you and broke the rules. As betrayers, they got what they deserved."

       "Mom," Trine asked, "are you really okay with them killing and cooking you? With killing me?"

       "I am sorry, dear, but yes. I am okay with it. I knew when I joined this club that I could be selected anytime. Also, I could have died through the games. I know you saw them, but let me explain. The non-lethal games lead to the lethal ones. The loser of a non-lethal game has to play one of the lethal ones. Losing that second game means losing your life. In many cases, both participants of a lethal game die."

       "I lost a non-lethal game on my second time here," Mary continued.

       "I remember that," Marlene interrupted. "You lost that chess match to Jane."

       "That's right," Mary confirmed. "Then I had to play lawn darts with Mrs. McAllister. You probably don't remember, Trine, but for a month after that night, I had to wear long sleeves and pants to hide the wounds I got from those darts."

       "Yeah," Mrs. Lenders said as she watched the last oven girl slide into the oven. "We thought you were a goner after that dart punctured your uterus. Luckily, Andrew.....um....Dr. Wilson was able to patch you up after the game."

       "There are also people who die while being tortured," Mary continued. "That one girl I did......what was her name, Marlene?"

       "Melissa Philpot," Marlene answered. "Her parents helped her join on her 18th birthday and you won the drawing to give her the birthday lashes."

       "And then, on the 18th strike, my aim was a little off. I caught her throat and the tip of the whip cut her jugular."

       "Which is why," Mrs. Lenders said, "I always have novices whip my lower back and buttocks. It is just too easy to make a mistake."

       The girls, remembering Mrs. Lenders instructing Matthew to aim lower, now understood her reasoning when she took her lashes that morning. As she was thinking, Trine had a worrying thought.

       "Um, Mom," Trine asked, "when did you know I would be here tonight?"

       "I found out at 6:30 this evening when Beth called," Mary said. "And to get back to your previous question, I am okay with them cooking and killing you because you went about getting into this club in the wrong way. If you had come to me about your questions, I would have answered them. You could have become a member like Beth did."

       "Would I have been able to become a member through my friendship with Beth?"

       "No. It has to be a family member. That is why you should have come to either me or your father. We would have let you join. Instead, you were going to break into the club. Beth, knew that some of the guards were less than reliable and set up the situation to test them. If the guards had done their job and stopped you, they would not be dead and you would not be about to be cooked."

       "Luckily," Marlene said, "as Beth is a new member, the guards did not know her. Otherwise, they would have been more vigilant and done their job. We needed to know if they could be bribed and normally, even corrupt people behave when being watched by authority. We had to catch them with their defenses down."

       "Melanie," one of the cooks called, "we are ready for you now. Please come over and we will get you prepped."

       "Well," Mrs. Lenders said, "looks like it is my turn. Goodbye girls. It was nice having you in my class. Good luck."

       Mrs. Lenders walked over to the cook and tilted her head to the side, baring her neck. The cook stuck a needle in at the base of the teacher's neck and injected the inhibitor. After giving it five minutes to kick in, the cook took a needle and stuck it into Mrs. Lenders’ breast. Seeing that there was no pain, the cook smiled and led Mrs. Lenders to a table.

       Melanie stretched out on the table and let the cook work. The cook quickly and efficiently sliced open the teacher's belly and removed the non-vital organs. Then, as she did with the oven roasters, the cook flushed out the empty belly with water and sewed up the pussy and asshole.

       "Ohhhhh," Mrs. Lenders said as she felt the needle sewing up her pussy, "that feels interesting. I never knew how these inhibitors worked, but they are fantastic."

       Trine and Christina watched as their teacher was butchered and prepped for the grill. The cook, when finished with stuffing Mrs. Lenders, had the three women lie on the grill. The three started cooking and talking about the experience. The consensus was that, although they were slightly disappointed that they were dying, this was definitely the way to go. No pain and they were sure that they would taste good.

       Beth was nervous. When she set up the sting operation to catch the guards, she had not fully realized that her friends would likely get caught up in the trap. When she saw that they were going to die because of their actions, she did have a moment of regret. But that was nothing compared to the feeling of regret when she pulled her own number out of the basket.

       Now that she was going to be spitted, she was actually afraid. She had seen that Mrs. Lenders felt no pain when being gutted, but Beth was still afraid of the pain. She had heard of the inhibitor, but she was still skeptical. Now that the cook was done with Mrs. Lenders and the others on the grill, it was the spit roasts' turn.

       Christina had felt a serious stab of hatred when she found out that Beth had set them up. When she and Trine were in the bull, she would have gladly killed Beth as painfully as she could. Finding out that the bitch would die a painless death disappointed her tremendously. Now that she thought about it though, she thought she did see surprise in Beth's eyes when it was announced that Trine and Christina would be killed.

       "Hey, Marlene," Christina said, "I was wondering. Did Beth know that if the guards failed their test, that Trine and I would be killed, too?"

       "You know," Marlene said, "I thought so, but she was very surprised when I told her before we caught you. So, I guess she didn't."

       "I thought so. Do you think I could go say goodbye before she is spitted?"

       "I don't see why not. Do you want to go too, Trine?"

       "Yeah," Trine said. "I would like that."

       "Then go. Based on how long it took for the others, I would guess it will be 30 minutes before we are processed."

       Christine and Trine walked over to the spit girls. The three were all around 18 or so. Beth was looking terrified.

       "Hey Beth," Trine said. "How is it going?"

       "Fucking great," Beth complained. "There are close to three hundred women here and I had to pull my own name out of the basket."

       "Heh," Christina chuckled, "I guess that is what you get for joining a snuff club."

       "Fuck," Beth said, a grudging smile appearing her face. "Yeah. I guess so. I wanted to talk to you two, anyway. I really am sorry that the things turned out this way. I never thought that you two would end up on the menu. I just thought that I was helping to bust bad guards."

       "Yeah," Trine said. "That is what I thought."

       "Wha...."

       "Okay, Beth," the cook interrupted, "it is your turn for the inhibitor. Move your hair and expose your neck."

       Beth did as she was told. She winced as the cook shoved the needle in her neck.

       "Ouch," Beth said. "That stin,,,,,"

       "Uh...Beth," Trine asked as her friend fell silent, "you okay?"

       "Yeah," Beth replied, "I am good. I....just was taken by surprised. This inhibitor is making me a little warm all over."

       "That is the inhibitor spreading throughout your body. It normally takes about five minutes to get thoroughly through your system, but you are so small, it will probably take less time."

       "Yeah," Beth said. "I am 4'3" and won't grow another inch. It kinda sucks."

       "Oh, get over it," Trine said. "I saw your mom die earlier. Now, you get to join her."

       "My mom bought it tonight?"

       "Yep," Christina said. "She lost a bet with your father and......"

       "Oh fuck," Beth interrupted with a chuckle. "They were always betting each other. You should have seen some of the penalties. Anyway, I think I can imagine what would happen here. Tell me anyway."

       "Well," Trine said, "they had a fucking contest. You dad was ass-fucking Allison from school and your mom was fucking this other guy. Apparently, your mom came first so your dad won. Then he used the table saw in the dungeon to saw her up the middle. She really screamed when the blade cut up through her pussy."

       "Damn," Beth said.

       "Yeah," Trine continued, "but be happy. Even if you didn't die tonight, you would have died next month."

       "What?!?"

       "Yeah," Christina said. "Before he sliced your mom in half, your dad told your mom that he was going to cook you as the dinner for your sister Emily's birthday."

       "Fuck," Beth said in amazement. "He was going to cook me? Well fuck him."

       "Yeah," Christina said with a chuckle. "Just jump up on that spit just to spite him. That'll show him. Now, he'll need to find another 'volunteer'."

       Beth just looked at Christina for a moment, then burst out laughing.

       "Yea.....

       "Okay, Beth," the cook said as she returned, "it's your turn. Get up on the table."

       "Um, can my friends stay with me during it?"

       "Sure. I cannot process them until you are on to cook anyway."

       Beth hopped up on the table and asked Trine and Christina to hold her hands. They did so, Trine taking Beth's left hand and Christina taking the girl's right hand. Beth laid back and stretched out on the table.

       "I'm kinda scared," Beth said.

       "I can understand that," Trine said. "But just remember, Christina and I have to go through the same thing."

       "Uh,no," the cook said to Trine. "You and your friend are soup. You two will just climb into the pot and we will boil you. The meat will just fall off the bones when you are done. Stuffing you is completely unnecessary."

       "Oh," Trine said. "I didn't know."

       The cook picked up the knife and slid it into Beth's belly.

       "Ahhh," Beth said in alarm, before calming down. "Ohhhhh. That is interesting. Is it supposed to feel good?"

       "Why," the cook asked. "Does it?"

       "Yes," Beth replied.

       "I have heard that the inhibitor affects some people differently," the cook replied. "I have not seen it before, but I have even heard that, in some, it confuses the senses and things that would cause pain actually cause pleasure. If that is happening with you, you are very lucky."

       As the cook continued to gut and clean Beth, the 18-year-old surprised herself by having an orgasm on the table.

       "Whooooooooa," she exclaimed as she shuddered violently. "That feels so good."

       "Would you two hold her steady," the cook asked Trine and Christina. "I need to make sure I do not accidentally kill her before she goes over the coals."

       The girls complied and held Beth steady as the cook finished gutting her. The cook then hosed her down rinsing out the 18-year-old's belly cavity. Afterwards, the cook stuffed Beth.

       "Don't you need to sew up my pussy," Beth asked.

       "Not for spit-roasts," the cook replied. The spit blocks one hole and the stabilizer blocks the other one. Which brings up the next question. Where would you like the spit? In your asshole or in your pussy?"

       "I can make that decision?"

       "Yes," the cook replied, "you can. As you are not a punishment meal, you get a choice. For those who are cooked as a penalty, the cook gets to choose."

       "Well," Beth asked, "in your opinion, which one is best and why?"

       "When it is my choice, I always spit them through the ass. It prevents the pussy from being singed on the spit."

       "Well, without the inhibitor, I bet it would be painful either way, but I do not have to deal with that, do I?"

       "No," the cook agreed with a smile, "you don't."

       "Then I think I would prefer the ass. If it makes my pussy more appealing on a plate, then, let's do it that way."

       "Okay. Are you ready?"

       "I think I am," Beth said with a smile. "Let's do it."

       "Okay," the cook said. "I'll be right back with the spit."

       "Thanks for staying with me, guys. I am really sorry for getting you into this," Beth said to Christina and Trine as the cook went to get the spit.

       "No problem, Beth," Trine said. "It was nice knowing you."

       "Yeah," agreed Christina. "And don't worry. We forgive you."

       "Thanks, guys," Beth said with a sigh of relief. "I really needed to hear that."

       "Could you hold her down as I run the spit through her," the cook asked as she returned with the spit. "They tend to wriggle a lot as the spit is going through them."

       Trine and Christina held Beth steady as the cook shoved the spit through the 18-year-old's asshole and up into her torso. Beth bucked as much as she could as she orgasmed again and again. The cook pushed the spit up into Beth's chest and carefully positioned the tip at the base of the throat.

       "Okay, hold her head back," the cook said. "The spit will exit her mouth in a moment."

       Trine watched, fascinated as the spit came out of Beth's mouth. The girl was still bucking on the spit as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. Beth was lost to the sensations. Trine could tell that, far as Beth was concerned, no one was there. The only thing Beth knew was the feeling of pleasure.

       After Beth's limbs were attached to the spit, Trine and Christina moved the girl to one of the fire pits. The cook thanked them and then they went back over to the soup pot. Mary and Marlene were still deep in conversation.

       "Oh," Mary said to her daughter, "there you are. You said goodbye to Beth?"

       "Yeah. She really got off on her spitting. Apparently, the inhibitor can confuse the senses so pain is transformed into pleasure."

       "That is what Marlene was saying," Mary said.

       "Yes," Marlene added. "I have seen it a few times in younger meat. It has something to do with how the brain is wired. I have never see it in meat older than 24 years old so I do not know if age is really a factor. You girls, though, may be lucky."

       "I can hope," Christina said with a smile. "It looked like Beth was having the time of her life."

       After a few minutes more, the cook came back to the soup pot. She had four needles in her hand. The soup girls needed no prompting. They tilted the heads and moved their hair, exposing the base of their necks.

       "It is so nice," the cook said with a smile, "when the meat knows what to do. Okay, ladies. This will take only a moment for the injections. Then you will have five minutes to let it take effect before I come back to test it."

       The four women each winced when they received the injection. After a few seconds, they began to feel the warmth spreading from the injection site.

       "Well," Ann Malcolm said as she, her husband Michael, and Trine's father, John, entered the kitchen, "you four look absolutely delicious."

       "Geez, mom," Christina said as she blushed.

       "Well, you do," John said as he looked at his wife and daughter.

       "Thank you, dear," Mary said with a smile.

       "Well," Michael said, "I've always said meat should get fucked before being cooked, right? So, Christina, what do you say? Want to have sex with your dad before jumping in the pot?"

       "Um," Christina said cautiously, "I would like to lose my virginity before I die."

       "Me too," added Trine as she also began to blush.

       "My god, girls," Mary said in amazement, "you two are still virgins? I would never have guessed."

       "Well," Trine said in her own defense, "the right guy never came along."

       "But you gave blowjobs to those guards," John said as he slid his erect penis into his daughter's pussy.

       "A blowjob is different," Christina explained as her father slid into her. "We have....oooh....done...done that. It tastes weird, but mouthwash gets rid of the taste. And the guys like it. They don't mind that we rinse out our mouths afterwards. They think we do it so they will kiss us. Stupid boys."

       "But if you don't particularly care for giving blowjobs," Mary said, "why do it?"

       "It, it, it keeps the boys satisfied even though we will not let them fuck us," Trine answered.

       The girls could not talk anymore as they were fully focused on the fucking. The pain they anticipated in the breaking of their hymens never came. The inhibitors were working. And like, Beth, they were getting a great deal of pleasure. They didn't know if it was from their first sex or if it was the inhibitor. After a few moments, they didn't care.

       John and Michael pounded away at their daughters. The fact that it was their 18-year-old daughters they were fucking brought it up a notch and both men reached mind-blowing orgasms just as the cook returned.

       "I see you have taken care of 'tenderizing' the meat," the cook said with a smile.

       "Only the younger ones," John said. "Do we have time to do the older ones?"

       "I think we can allow the time," the cook said, looking at the clock on the wall. "Do you think five minutes will be enough time?"

       "Ten minutes would be better," Marlene said.

       "Okay," the cook said. "I will be back in ten minutes. Have fun, ladies."

       John went to his wife and, at a nod from Ann, Michael went to Marlene. Ann seeing the two younger girls looking on lustily, got a large piece of cardboard and laid it on the floor and whispered in her daughter's ear. Christina smiled and whispered the message into Trine's ear. They both nodded and lay down on the cardboard in a '69' position. They buried their tongues in each other's pussy and began eating each other out.

       John, Mary, Michael, and Marlene looked on in amazement as the young women went to work on each other. As Ann expected, this added stimulus raised the sexual tension a bit and everyone reached climax well before the ten-minute time limit. No words were spoken as everyone basked in the wonderful sensations brought on by mind-blowing sex. After a few minutes more, the cook returned.

       "Are we ready, now," the cook asked.

       "Yes, Cynthia," Marlene said with a smile. "We are ready."

       "Then let me check to make sure the inhibitor is working and then we will get you in the pot."

       The cook pulled out a long needle and without hesitation, stabbed it through Marlene's left tit. Driving the needle all the way through the tit, Cynthia watched Marlene's face. No pain was registered. With a nod, the cook moved on to Mary.

       The same procedure was done and Mary also registered no pain. The cook smiled and went to the younger women. Trine and Christina, still unsure despite having painlessly lost their virginity, stood nervously, anticipating pain.

       "It is okay, young ones," Cynthia said. "As you saw with Mary and Marlene, there is no pain once the inhibitor takes effect. You have had 15 minutes since the injection. It has taken effect. This is just a formality."

       Before Trine could object, the cook drove the needle all the way through the 18-year-old's left tit.

       "Oooooooooh," Trine moaned as her legs went weak and she dropped to her knees..

       "Does it hurt," Christina asked.

       "Nooo," Trine moaned. "It feels so good."

       "Heh," Cynthia said. "It looks like we have another one. This is good."

       Moving on to Christina, Cynthia stabbed the needle through the remaining girl's right tit. The tit was so large that the needle just barely made it through to the other side. Christina's reaction was identical to her friend's. The pleasure from having her tit pierced had girl cum running down the inside of her leg.

       "Wow," Cynthia said. "With this much girl cum, this soup is going to be something else. I am glad I will be able to get some. But, I will have to experiment on more girls. The fact that all three 18-year-olds had their nerves scrambled makes me wonder how many 18-year-olds would react this way."

       "Anyway," the cook continued, "we need to get you four on to cook. Hop in the pot and I will light the burner."

       The four women got into the pot. The water came to just above their breasts. Mary was sitting opposite Trine and Marlene was sitting opposite Christina. As the water started to warm up, Trine reached out and started rubbing Marlene's pussy.

       Marlene, surprised at first, realized that this would be their last chance at orgasms and returned the favor, rubbing Trine's pussy. Marlene scooted closer and kissed Trine. After a moment, the two were lip-locked, kissing each other as they tried to get each other to cum more.

       Mary looked at Christina and thought about it. She had been an aunt of sorts to Christina since the 18-year-old was still in diapers. Mary felt there was something a little odd about kissing and finger-fucking her niece. Realizing that in an hour (or less) that it wouldn't matter, Mary discarded her concerns and slid closer to Christina.

       "Go for it, sweetie," Ann encouraged Mary. "I know you want it. Christina wants it as well. Don't you, dear?"

       "Yes, mom," Christina said as she looked at Mary. "I really want it."

       That was all the encouragement Mary needed. Leaning in to kiss the 18-year-old, Mary reached down and slid two fingers into the girl's pussy. Christina responded in kind, sliding two of her own fingers into her best friend's mom.

       "Ooohhhh," Mary moaned. "That feels so good."

       "I know," Christina said as she was filled with sexual bliss. "I know."

       The four women fingered each other to multiple orgasms. After each orgasm, the pairings switched. First it was Trine with Marlene and Christina with Mary. Then, it was Trine with Christina and Marlene with Mary. Finally, as the heat was getting to them, it was Trine with Mary and Christina with Marlene. They barely made it through a final orgasm before the heat killed them and they slid under the surface of the now-boiling water.

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       Olivia, the new head of the club, sat with John, Michael, and Ann. They had just finished their meal and sat looking at the 13 heads mounted on spikes at the head table.

       ?Damn, those women had some fine meat,? Olivia said.

       ?They sure did,? Michael responded.

       ?I am sorry about your daughters,? Olivia said to the other three.

       ?Thank you, Olivia,? John said. ?I must admit I was disappointed when I heard I would have to help catch them so they could be punished. They did, however, break the law and they needed to be punished. I am just glad they were given the inhibitor.?

       ?That was Marlene’s recommendation,? Olivia responded. ?She realized they were kids and their curiosity got the better of them. Although we couldn’t let them go, we could make it easier on them.?

       ?Well, thank you,? Ann said with a smile. ?We really appreciate it. Anyway, what are we going to do about guards now? We are three short??

       ?I thought about that,? Olivia replied, ?and I talked with a few of the other guards. A few have sons or brothers that may want the job. With the example set by John, Jack, and Jim, I not believe we will have anything to worry about for a while.?

       ?That bull is a lovely torture tool,? Ann said. ?Where did we get it??

       ?Well, a friend of Marlene’s – a woman who goes by the enigmatic name of warlady21 – suggested it. Apparently, this woman has had a fascination with the thing. I must say, though, it was a very interesting show.?

       ?We will have to hammer out rules for its use,? Olivia continued. ?As a torture item it is wonderful. We do, however, strongly recommend the inhibitor for all snuffings. In the case of the bull, though, it is the screams that make the bull’s bellowing noises. We will have to figure something out.?

       ?Don’t worry too much, Olivia,? Ann said, ?I am sure you will think of something.?

       ?Yes,? Olivia agreed. ?I am sure I will, too.?

The End