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School Fundraiser

by Le Chat

Author's note: This story was inspired by the drawings of Splyf ("Visitto the Restaurant", "Dolcett Palace", "Westworld",and others).  The story was written around Splyf's favourite charactersand was submitted here with his approval.

"Welcome to Merle's Bar and Grill!  A table for four?"  The Malcolmfamily was greeted at the door by a nude waitress.  She looked very youngbut, as Brent didn't fail to notice, her slender frame was adorned with a pairof fairly large breasts.

"Joanne?"  That was Trine, who came in last.  "I thought you onlyhelped in the kitchen?"  She and Joanne were classmates.  As Trineknew, Joanne's father owned the restaurant, and Joanne often earned her allowanceby washing dishes and doing other small jobs in the kitchen on evenings andweekends.

"Oh, hi Trine!"  Joanne looked a bit embarrassed.  "This way, please," shesaid addressing the Malcolms, and started towards one of the few empty tablesat the other end of the restaurant.  "Well, funny thing happened today," sheturned back to Trine.  "There was this big party earlier today, and theyordered three of our waitresses.  After that the kitchen was short onmeat, and with so many customers today" – she gestured towards the crowdedmain room and bar – "well, dad made mom and me serve the tables!  Canyou believe it?"  Trine couldn't tell whether the girl was more outragedor thrilled.

"Wow, does that mean you are going to be, you know…"

"Cooked?  I'm afraid so, yes.  Mom has already been ordered, orpart of her, anyway.  Now it's just a matter of time before my turn comes:the place doesn't close for five more hours."

"Oh…" Trine wasn't sure what else to say.

The group made their way through the crowded room appointed in rustic style,with exposed wooden beams and an enormous cast iron pot suspended by chainsin the middle.  Other nude waitresses were bustling between tables, somealready missing a breast or an arm.  As they passed close to the pot,they saw that it was occupied by two splashing and giggling teenage girls.  Alow fire was burning under the pot, but, having been in the restaurant before,Trine knew that this was just an innocuous attraction: the water inside thepot steamed but never boiled, and as for the girls, they must have been thedaughters of some restaurant patrons, having the time of their life.

Next to the pot there were two brick-laid coal pits.  These were quitereal – in fact, one of them featured a young woman on a spit, alreadyroasted to an appetizing golden-brown color.  Her aroma wafted acrossthe room and made everyone's mouth water.  "That's Trish," Joanne pointedat the woman, knowingly.  "She was with us for almost a week."

"Do you know how you will be prepared?" asked Trine once they reached theirtable.

"No, that's up to whoever orders me first.  I kind of hope for a spit-roastingthough," Joanne added with an unexpected giggle, taking another look over hershoulder at what was once Trish.  "I mean, if I must be cooked anyway."

"That's pretty hard-core!" Trine's brother Brent cut into conversation.  "Havinga pole shoved up your ass…"

"Brent!" his mother cut him off.

"I know, but it's so sexy!"  Joanne smiled coquettishly, looking notat Brent but at his father.  "Are you ready to order or do you need somemore time?"

"We need a few more minutes," Mr. Malcolm said while studying the menu.

"I am afraid we can't order you," Trine whispered apologetically to the youngwaitress.  Her family often dined at Merle's on Saturday nights, but exceptfor big occasions, they usually ordered cuts, which were much more affordablethan a live girl.

"That's OK, I understand.  You can still get some of my mom if you want – shehas already been butchered.  Dad chopped off her head himself!  Justlet me know when you order."  As she walked away, Brent stared wistfullyat the girl's white, smooth, lightly swaying rear.

"That was your friend from school?" asked Mrs. Malcolm after Joanne left.  "Sucha nice girl!  I hope next Saturday you will do as good a job as she."

"Um, what do you mean?" Trine looked at her mom, alarmed.

"Oh… Didn't your father tell you?" The woman gave her husband a concernedlook.

"I thought you told her.  I…" Mr. Malcolm didn't finish.

"Tell me what?  What are you guys talking about?"  Trine had abad feeling about this and she looked anxiously first at one parent, then theother.  Her brother just sat back in his chair, smirking, even thoughhe too had no idea what was going on.

"I am sorry, honey, I thought you already knew," Trine's mother finally turnedto her.  "We signed you up for your school's fund-raiser at the last parent-teachermeeting."

"You… you 'signed me up?'  And you didn't even ask me?  Howcould you do this to me!"  Tears welled up in the girl's hazel eyes.

Trine's school sometimes organized a fund-raising fair to compensate fora budget shortfall at the year-end.  It was common for the school administrationto ask students and their parents, as well as community members, to help outeither with their organising skills, or in the case of young women and girls – withtheir bodies.  Trine had been at one such event, and she even knew somegirls who had volunteered, sometimes with their mothers.  But it had neveroccurred to her to volunteer herself.

"Mom?  Dad?  Do I really have to go?  Can't you just callthem and cancel?" Trine pleaded.

"Now, now, don't be selfish, dear.  You should be proud to help yourschool out, after all it did for you!" chided her father.

"Christina and I were planning to go to the moll next Sunday…"

"Oh honey, I am sorry.  But it will be all right – you'll see."  Trine'smom hugged the sobbing girl with one arm and kissed her on the wet cheek.  "Tellyou what: today you can order – order anything you want."

"Anything?" Trine brightened up a bit.

"Let's order that waitress chick!" piped in Brent.

"Shhh, let your sister decide," his mother stopped him.

"Actually," Trine hated to agree with her brother, but this really was whatshe wanted.  "Actually, can we order Joanne and have her spit-roasted?  Please?"

"Woo-hoo!" Brent couldn't contain himself.  Too bad about his sister,but at least he is going to get a great dinner out of this.

"Anything for you, my sweet," her father quickly agreed.  "And hereshe comes."

Joanne was indeed coming back to their table with a little notepad in hand.  "Somethingwrong?" she asked, noticing Trine's wet eyes.

"No, everything's OK," Trine replied hastily, and added with a smile: "Todayis your lucky day, Joanne!"

"Really?  You are going to have me spit-roasted?"  Trine nodded.  "Allright!"  Now Joanne was smiling too.

Mr. Malcolm firmly grasped the girl's arm and pulled her closer to his seat.  Hesqueezed and prodded her supple thighs and breasts, had her turn around andslapped her small, round butt, then put two fingers inside her smoothly shavedpussy, which was hot and moist inside.  The young waitress blushed andgasped, but did not pull away.  Finally, the man nodded his approval.

"Will there be anything else, Sir?" asked Joanne.

"No, this will be all," Mr. Malcolm replied.

"I'll go straight to the kitchen then," Joanne turned to leave.  "Enjoyyour dinner!"

"Thanks, and good luck!  We'll see you later."  Trine touched Joanne'sarm for the last time as the girl scampered towards the kitchen.

"Such a nice girl," repeated Mrs. Malcolm, giving her daughter a meaningfullook.  This time, Trine just simpered back at her.

"Hey, I just talked to Trine!"  Christina burst into the living roomwhere her parents were watching TV.  Her mother turned her head but herfather remained glued to the screen.

"Tell me something I don't know," the woman smiled at her daughter.  Likeany teenage girl, Christina spent hours on the phone with her girlfriends.  "So,how is Trine?  You two must have been planning your shopping spree nextweekend, weren't you?"

"No, mom…" Christina seemed excited and a bit out of breath.  "Imean, we were planning to go to the mall, but Trinejust told me that her parents, er, 'volunteered' her for our school fundraiser!"

"That's also next weekend, right?  I guess your trip is off then."  Hermom didn't seem to be as surprised as Christina thought she would be, and herdad still said nothing.

"It's next Saturday.  And Trine's going to be in it – youknow, naked an' all!  Isn't it crazy?"

"Well, good for her – it's a good thing that she is doing.  Youcould volunteer too, you know," her mother added matter-of-factly.

"Me?  You're kidding, right?"  Christina was shocked.

"Why, not at all.  You would support your best friend – and yourschool."

"But mom…!"

"Your mother is right," Mr. Jessup finally tore himself away from the TVas commercials started.  "You should definitely sign up for the fundraiser – it'sthe right thing to do," he added rather firmly.

Christina didn't like the turn the conversation took; she was now sorry thatshe brought up the subject in the first place.

"How about you, honey?"  Mr. Jessup turned to his wife.  "Are yougoing to volunteer too?"

"Who – me?"  It was now Mrs. Jessup's turn to be surprised, butshe recovered quickly.  "Well, I guess I could…"

"Excellent," summed up Mr. Jessup.  He seemed to be in a great moodall of a sudden.  "Sweetheart, why don't you sign up your mother and yourselftomorrow when you go to school?"

Christina thought to object, but realized that now that her mother was in,there was no way she could wiggle out of volunteering for the fundraiser.  Ina way, she felt vindicated to have mom share her predicament, but also gratefulfor her company.

"OK, dad," she finally replied, without much enthusiasm.  A few minuteslater she was once again on the phone with Trine.

Next Saturday morning, the Malcolms pulled into the parking garage behindthe downtown Dolcett Center, which the city leased to Trine's school for itsfundraising fair.  Despite the relatively early hour, the two lower levelsof the garage were already filled up: events like this were always popular.  Finally,Mr. Malcolm found a spot on the third level, and the family clambered out ofthe car.  Trine was wearing shorts, t-shirt, flip-flops, and plain pantiesunderneath: there was no point in dressing up since she would have to looseall her clothes inside, anyway.  On their way down they ran into the Jessups.  Christinaand her mom were wearing only long t-shirts, which barely covered their plumpbottoms.

"Hi Christina!"  The girls hugged, and the rest of the group exchangedgreetings.

"Ready for your big day, girls?" asked Trine's dad, addressing the half-nakedwomen.

"As ready as I am ever going to be, I guess…" replied Christina noncommittally.

"Cheer up, Pumpkin – it's going to be fun!"  Mr. Jessup lightlyslapped his daughter's bare behind, which exposed while she was climbing downthe stairs, eliciting an outraged yelp from the girl and a hearty laughterfrom her father.

The group was now approaching the entrance to the center, where other peoplewere also converging – among them many scantily clad and even nude girlsand women.  Trine and Christina knew that not all of those girls werethere as "volunteers", like they themselves were.  Last time when thetwo friends were attending their school's fundraiser, they were also wearingvery little: Christina had a bikini on that barely even covered her nipplesand sex, while Trine had to go topless, exposing her young breasts before crowdsof strangers for the first time in her life, because the attendants at theentrance found the little bra that she was wearing not revealing enough.  Thereason the girls had to dress so scantily that time was so that they couldattend the fair for free, as "guests": otherwise they would've had to pay ahefty admission fee, which their modest allowances couldn't bear.  However,what they saw inside on that day was "totally worth" the embarrassment of walkingaround almost naked, as both girls later agreed.  What they didn't daretell each other was that in the weeks following their visit they both spentmany hours stroking themselves in their beds while recalling all that theyhad seen.

In the lobby a large sign read "Registered Volunteers," and in a smallerprint, "walk-ins welcome."   The sign pointed to the right, whereseveral desks were set up.   Quite a few girls and women were alreadyqueued up in front of the desks, some accompanied by their family or friends.  Trine'sand Christina's families joined one of the lines.  As they waited theirturn, an excited chatter could be heard all around them.

"Say, honey, I have an idea," Mr. Malcolm embraced his wife from behind andnuzzled her neck.  "How would you like to volunteer as well?"

"Oh, I am too old for that," she tried to brush him off, laughing.

"Nonsense, dear, you are in your prime."

"You are only two years older than me," Christina's mom added, "And you lookgorgeous" – which was true enough.

"Well, I guess it's for a good cause…" Mrs. Malcolm said uncertainly.

"Go for it, mom!" weighed in Brent.

"All right, I am in!" she said with a shy smile after a moment's hesitation.

"Yey!" Trine threw her arms around her mother's neck and kissed her.

Just then it was their turn, and the families found themselves in front ofa desk where they were greeted by a young woman wearing only a metal tag hangingfrom a ring in one of her nipples.  She entered the names of the threeregistered women into her computer, then added Mrs. Malcolm's as well.  Shethen handed all four of them metal tags with numbers on them, just like theone she was wearing, and told to hold on to them.  To the men she issueddiscount passes, to which they were entitled as volunteers' family.

"So, what is our assignment?  Can we all stay together?"  Fromthe last time she was here, Trine knew that volunteers were supposed to beassigned to specific attractions by the fair organizers.

"You didn't attend the orientation, did you?" the woman sighed.  Itwasn't the first time she was asked that question.

"Um, no, we thought the rules were the same as last time," Trine said sheepishly.

"Well, this time you don't have an assignment, but your number may be calledat any time and you will be asked to report to a particular place.  Thatis, unless you find something for yourself first.  You have a choice.  Infact, since we have so many volunteers this time, your number may not be selectedat all."

"Really?" perked up Trine.  "So, we may be able to walk away free?"

"There is a chance of that, yes.  But be aware that towards the end,most of the remaining volunteers will be ground up to make hamburgers for thehomeless – that was the city's condition.  So you actually havethree options: you may volunteer yourself, you may wait for your number tobe called up, or if none of that happens, you may take your chances with thegrinder."

"I see…" Trine became pensive.

The women were then ushered past the row of tables and through a door leadingto the changing room.  Before they parted ways with the guys, they agreedto all meet inside.

The changing room was filled with excited female chatter, occasionally piercedby a high-pitched shriek coming from somewhere ahead.  Girls and womenwho came before them were already stripping and putting their clothes intolarge storage bins.  Christina and her mom simply pulled off their t-shirts,which left them naked as the day they were born.  The two looked goodtogether.  They were both full-bodied without being fat; Christina lookedlike a younger, slightly more petite copy of her mom.  Her breasts, toppedwith large brown nipples, were nearly as large, but they had barely begun tosag.  Her mother boasted fuller thighs and a waist that was almost astrim as her daughter's.  They both had chestnut hair, milky-white skin,and small hands and feet.

Trine and her mother had a few more items to take off, but they were notfar behind.  Soon they joined Christina and her mother in a line leadingto a row of what looked like gynecologist's chairs.  Trine was a slender,long-legged girl, a little taller than her friend; her pear-shaped breastswere a little smaller too, though they looked large on her frame.  Shehad auburn hair, and her skin was a light-golden colour everywhere except fortwo strips of ivory left by her small bikini.  Her mother was also slimand tall, but with slightly fuller and wider hips; she had straw-blonde hairand a tan that left a bright patch of white on her shapely behind, but noneon her orange-sized breasts.

"So, what do you think?" asked Trine, once she rejoined her friend.

"About what?" asked Christina.

"About our options, what else?"

"Oh, I don't know.  The grinder sounds unpleasant, and who knows whatelse we may be selected for.  I say we find ourselves something fun," Christinagiggled.  Now that there was no turning back, her mood somehow improved.  Morethan that, finding herself surrounded by all these naked women who were aboutto share a similar fate proved to be rather arousing.

"Yeah, I think so too," Trine agreed.  "What about you, mom?"

"I haven't had time to think…  Maybe I'll have myself cookedin a nice restaurant, so that our men can have a good dinner?"

"That's a good idea – perhaps I'll do that as well," agreed Mrs. Jessup.

In the gynecologist's chairs women were shaved and pierced through theirpussy lips, so that their tags could be attached.  Trine, Christina, andChristina's mom were already shaved – only Trine's mom had to lose apatch of dark-blond hair on her crotch.  It turned out that being piercedthrough the lips didn't hurt too much: the girls screamed more out of frightthan from actual pain.  Later they even found that walking with the ringconstantly rubbing their sensitive parts was quite a turn-on.

The four women left the changing room together and found their men alreadywaiting on the other side.  The latter were vying with one another incomplementing on how great the women looked, which caused the younger girls,unaccustomed to being seen naked, to blush and cover themselves.  Rightaway, the girls declared that they were going off by themselves, while therest decided to look for a good place where they could have the older womencooked.  Brent would've rather tagged along with the girls, but sincethey were adamant in not letting him follow them, his mother finally persuadedthe boy to stay with the older crowd.

Once their families left, Trine and Christina felt a little more at ease.  Theylooked around – the place was huge, the size of a large mall, and itwas already filling with people.  Nude "volunteers" and almost nude "guests" weremingling with fully clothed visitors.  Up ahead they could sometimes hearcries and moans emanating from the various kitchens and pavilions, which madethe girls shiver from trepidation mixed with excitement.  Every so often,the PA system would come to life, announcing the number and the name of a randomlychosen volunteer, followed by directions to places like "Northern Gallows" or "Kiki'sBistro".  Every time they heard the voice from a speaker, the girls' heartsfluttered.

"Let's get ourselves snuffed, shall we?" Trine sighed and put an arm aroundher friend's waist.

"Maybe we should have a look around first?"

"Sure, let's go."

Trine and Christina padded towards a small crowd ahead in the atrium.  Makingtheir way to the front, they saw a large wooden cross lying in the middle,to which a shapely young woman was being tied.  Once she was securelypinned to the wood, a cable descending from somewhere just below the sunroofof the three-story building began to raise the cross.  The woman moanedas her weight shifted and she found herself impaled on a horn-shaped dildoattached to the cross.  Looking up, the girls saw three more such crucifixessuspended at various heights like living, writhing ornaments, where peopleon upper floors could easily see them.

"Erotic, isn't it?" Trine heard a familiar voice behind her back and felta small, soft hand touch her shoulder.  Both friends turned around andsaw a girl their age, naked and tagged just as they were.  She was petite,with small upturned breasts and a cute bubble-butt.

"Oh, Hi Anne!  I didn't know you volunteered too," Trine said with amix of surprise and joy at seeing a familiar face.  Next to Anne she nownoticed her older sister, Helen, who wore a bikini that mostly consisted ofthin leather straps.  The girls exchanged greetings and hugs.

"I kind of made a deal with the devil," Anne responded to Trine's questionwith an embarrassed smile.  "I was failing Math, and… well, I promisedthe Principal that I would volunteer for the fundraiser if Mr. Neumann letme pass."

"Some deal you got, huh?  What about you, Helen?"

"Oh, I still own my soul, thank you very much!" Helen laughed.

"But we are working on that…"  That was Paul, Helen's boyfriend,who came up from behind and pawed the girl's mostly exposed breasts.

"In your dreams, buster!" Helen wiggled out of his clumsy embrace.

The five of them decided to continue their explorations together.  Theywent around the floor, peeking into kitchens where women were prepared andcooked in every conceivable fashion, as well as amusements where visitors paidto have volunteers tortured or executed.  In one pavilion they stoppedfor a few minutes to watch a game of darts, where the target was some unfortunategirl's beasts, tummy, and butt.  In the next pavilion they saw what lookedlike two barber's chairs standing next to the far wall.  When the youngpeople came closer, they saw that the one empty chair had two shiny, chromeddildos protruding from its seat; the other chair was occupied by a nude girlHelen's age.  She was secured with leather cuffs and a strap that wentacross her chest, just above her breasts; two alligator clips were attachedto her nipples, and a smaller one – to her protruding clit.  Theclips were connected by wires to a metal box with a single token slot in it.  Thepoor girl was moaning and squirming, her little hands and feet clenching andunclenching as her body was tormented by electric current that coursed betweenher nipples, butt, and sex.  Suddenly, a long, high-pitched moan escapedher lips that could not be mistaken for anything other than an orgasm.  Paulprodded his girlfriend and whispered something into her ear, but Helen onlygiggled and shook her head.  The young people watched the girl in thechair have several more orgasms before the current stopped and an attendantreleased the exhausted volunteer into the arms of her waiting boyfriend. 

Meanwhile, Trine and Christina overheard a lively argument somewhere in thecrowd that gathered around the electric chairs:

"No way!  I am not doing this."

"Chicken!"

"Am not!"

"Then I dare you – I double dare you!"

"I'll do it if you do it."

"Fine!"

Trine and Christina searched the crowd and were not surprised to find thatthe voices belonged to the Nelson twins.

"Hi Christina!  Hi Trine!  What are you doing here?"

"Hi!  Um, our parents made as volunteer.  What's your story?" Trineasked.

"Don't tell me," interrupted Christina, "You dared each other to volunteer!"

The girls looked at each other and burst out laughing.  The inseparabletwins were known to do all sorts of crazy things together.  It was onlya matter of time, Christina thought, before they ended up in this place.

As soon as both chairs were empty, the sisters came forward together andwere promptly "seated".  The attendants had to push a little on theirshoulders to force their tight openings onto the rather large metal dildos.  Thegirls gasped but smiled bravely, not wanting to lose face.  Once theywere strapped in and the clamps were attached, the attendants called out forsomeone to start the show.  For that, a token had to be purchased in anearby booth and inserted into the control box, which would instantly activatethe current.  A poster on the wall above the chairs illustrated the waythe current was programmed: The first token started a fairly mild flow of electricitythat remained level for a few minutes.  The next token started anotherphase where the current had a saw-tooth shape, with peaks reaching a painfullevel.  Finally, the third token, if it was ever inserted, caused thecurrent to climb steadily up until it reached a level where the victim wouldeventually be fried by electricity.

The twins watched wide-eyed as a man came forward and put a token into theslot.  Immediately, their young bodies tensed as the current started itsflow.   Judging by the girls' reactions though, they were not yetin a great deal of pain.  Not long after their ordeal began, Laura's entirebody convulsed; she threw back her head, and between gasps of pleasure countedoff her first orgasm:

"One!"

"One!" followed Anne, as her own orgasm overtook her.

Both girls managed to come one more time before the first phase of theirtorment was over, but their immensely entertaining contest ensured that theywould not be let off just yet.  Someone fed the machine another token,and the girls' ordeal continued into the second phase.  Now the twinswere suffering in earnest: they panted and cried out each time the currentspiked; rivulets of sweat were streaming down their lithe bodies.  Curiouslythough, the succession of orgasms continued seemingly unabated.  Justthen a rowdy group of teenage boys tumbled into the room.  At first, thetwins were too preoccupied to pay them any attention, but when one of the boys,cheered on by his friends, approached the control box with a token in hand,the girls finally realized what was about to happen.

"Oh… no… ugh… don't…!" they both tried to protest,but it was too late: with a clank of a token, their fates were sealed.  Aminute later the boys, who apparently just then realized what they had done,watched with guilty fascination as the doomed girls' moaning and thrashingintensified, until having come one last time, their bodies gave up and slumpedin their bonds.

"Well, that was something!" said Christina, who had been secretly strokingherself while everyone's attention was directed towards the twins.

"Poor Nelsons," offered Helen.  "I don't think they expected it to endthis way."

"They would've been snuffed anyway," remarked Paul.

"And so shall we," added Anne with a sigh.

"Amen," concluded Trine with a little laugh.  "Let's go, girls… andboys."

The five youngsters now found themselves in a restaurant called simply "ADinner and a Show."  A gallows right in the middle of the restaurant apparentlyserved as the "show".  It was a simple affair: nothing more than a smallclearing among the tables, a winch, and a thick rope with a hangman's nooseat its end.  When the group entered, a restaurant employee was just takingdown the previous "act" – a girl whom Helen recognized as her classmate.  Asthe body was dragged unceremoniously to the kitchen, the next performer wasstood under the winch.  When she was turned around, Trine was surprisedand a little shocked to realize that the nude and handcuffed woman was noneother than her mother.  Mrs. Malcolm looked nervous, but seeing Trineand her friends she smiled at them and then nodded in the direction of a tablewhere the male part of Trine's and Christina's families were seated.

"Hi Pumpkin!" Christina's dad greeted his daughter and patted her chubbybehind.  "I see you haven't been snuffed yet?"  His fingers casuallyslipped into the girl's moist slit.

"Hi dad," Christina sighed and gently loosened herself from her father'sprobing hand.

"We are still 'shopping around,'" explained Trine for both of them.  Bythen she had grown used to walking around naked, but in the presence of herbrother and father her hands once again dashed to cover her lovely breastsand smooth sex.

Meanwhile, the show got under way.  The winch under the ceiling cameto life with a light hum, and the noose around Mrs. Malcolm's neck began totighten.  She balanced on her toes for a moment before her feet left theground for the last time.  Her body continued its upward journey untilthe feet were dangling chest-high, easily seen by everyone in the room.  Thewoman began her last dance, her shapely body twisting, legs stretching andkicking, breasts jiggling, as she put up a gamely fight for her rapidly escapinglife.  Gradually, her movements began to slow down, at the same time becomingmore deliberate: she would draw up her tightly clenched and intertwined legs,then kick them down, thrusting her sex forward, as if offering it to everyonein the room.  Trine was spellbound as she watched her mother go into thethrows of her final orgasm and finally surrender and hang limply at the endof the rope, deaf to the applause and the hooting of the restaurant audience.  Inthe end, her reverie was interrupted by her brother:

"Go mom!" Brent enthused, then turning to Trine he asked hopefully, "Howabout it, sis?  Will you dance for us?"

"Pft, no way!" she barely vouchsafed a reply.

"Well Pumpkin, if you want to see your mother, you may want check out thekitchen," Mr. Jessup said, giving Christina's buttock a light squeeze.  "Andperhaps you'll cook us a treat yourself, huh?"

"Nah-uh," giggled Christina, but headed towards the kitchen anyway, followedby Trine and their companions.  They hadn't reached the kitchen beforethey saw Christina's mother: she was being led, handcuffed, towards a long,narrow grill that separated the kitchen area from the main room of the restaurant.  Thechef directed her to kneel in front of the grill and lay her oiled breastsright onto the bars.  Two more women were already stoically cooking theirown large breasts on the same grill, their tears and low moans betraying theirsuffering.  One girl was squirming at the far end of the grill, her assand pussy turning into juicy steaks.  Mrs. Jessup cringed and cried outas her ample white breasts spattered and hissed on the hot metal, but she manageda smile when she saw her daughter.

"Hi honey…"  She winced as the chef prodded and turned her breastson the grill. "You kids must be hungry… ugh… Tell the guys toshare some appetizers with you," she added, nodding towards her cooking flesh.  "Therest of the dinner… ah… won't be ready soon."

"Gee, thanks, mom!" Christina said looking down sympathetically at her mother'stormented breasts and thinking how it might feel if she herself was cookingon that grill.

Soon Mrs. Jessup was led out into the room, her lightly cooked breasts restingon a tray.  A nude waitress sliced the tender flesh onto a large plateand served it to the woman's husband and all the rest at his table.  Everyone,including Christina, dug hungrily into the meat and made sure to praise theexquisite taste.  The now breastless woman responded with a pained butsatisfied smile before she was led back into the kitchen.

Once the appetizers were gone, Anne grew restless.  "I want to see morebefore it's all over," she said: it was her first time at the Dolcett Center.

"OK, let's go," agreed Christina.  "See you later, guys… maybe!" shewinked to the men at the table.

Trine, Christina, and their companions continued their explorations on otherfloors.  They paused to watch one of the crucified women, who was suspendedin the atrium so that her feet were level with the second floor – justa couple of tantalizingly impossible steps from the firm ground.  Hervoluptuous body was drenched with sweat, raven hair matted on her face, eyeshalf-closed.  The woman was doing an erotic dance: she would lift herselfup, trying to relieve the tension in her arms, then sink down when the crampsin her legs became too much to bear.  All the while, her sopping pussywas forced to fuck the horn on which it was impaled.

Moving on, the group came across a rather agitated crowd surrounding somenew amusement.  When they came closer, they saw what at first glance lookedlike the mainstay of many fairs: a dunk tank.  A nude girl was perchedon a small seat that projected over a large glass tank filled with water.  Nextto the tank there was a small target, which when hit with a tennis ball wouldrelease the latch under the seat, plunging the victim into the warm water.  Thisbeing no ordinary fair though, the girl was wearing a heavy weight belt aroundher waist, and the tank had enough water to cover her completely once she wasinside.  Such grim predicament was not inevitable though: even as theyoung people watched, three balls missed the target and the much-relieved girlwas let down, where she was reunited with her boyfriend who happened to bethe inapt shooter.  They watched yet another girl sit in trembling anticipationthrough three unsuccessful attempts to drown her.  Each time the ballmissed, the crowd sighed disappointedly.

Presently, the organizer was asking for the next volunteer, but none cameforward.  Suddenly, as if on an impulse, Helen smiled impishly at herboyfriend and skipped to the front.  Paul was momentarily astounded, butas he watched his girlfriend negotiate with the man in charge of the dunk tankhe stirred into action, bought three balls in the nearby booth, and took hisposition behind the line painted on the floor across from the target.  Bythat time, Helen had already unfastened her tiny leather bra, releasing herproud breasts to whistles and cheers from the crowd.  She untied the spaghetti-strapsof her panties, kicked off her little shoes, and finally stood before the tankcompletely nude, playfully blowing off kisses to the crowd.  An attendanthelped her up the ladder and onto the seat above the tank, then fastened theweight belt around the girl's narrow waist.  Helen sat on the small woodenseat, smiling nervously in anticipation of the first shot, her hands on herknees, legs tightly clenched, ankles crossed.  As the ball arced throughthe air, she shrieked and squeezed her eyes shut; a moment later, she openedher eyes and found that she was still perched on her seat.

Paul found that hitting the small target was not as easy as it first seemed.  Hissecond ball came just a couple of fingers off target, provoking a few boosfrom the crowd and a sigh of relief from his frightened girlfriend.  Finally,with an angry determination he launched his last ball.  Helen's eyes flewwide open as suddenly she heard a loud clank of the spring mechanism and feltcool air brush against her hot, damp crotch.  Her support gone, the girlplunged into the water-filled tank, splashing Paul and a few people in thefront.  The crowd erupted in cheers and applause; some people slappedthe stunned young man on the back.  Meanwhile, amid a whirlwind of bubblesHelen's body reached the bottom of the tank.  Immediately, she got ontoher feet and tried to reach for the surface, but the heavy belt around herwaist weighted her down.  The girl panicked, her small hands impotentlyslapping and scratching at the glass wall, but after a few seconds of futilestruggles she realized that she wasn't going anywhere.  Her big blue eyesfocused beyond the walls of the tank and met with those of her boyfriend, whohad come closer and was watching the drowning girl with a mix of dread anderotic thrill.  Helen's clenched lips widened in a half-smile, a few smallbubbles escaping from the corners; her long golden hair was flowing like ahalo around her head.  Then, gliding upwards along her smooth body, herleft hand found a stiff nipple, while her right hand slipped down between herlegs.  Paul watched as the girl's slim fingers raced against time, hereyes never leaving his, even as she struggled to hold her last breath insideher convulsing chest.  Finally, a look of ecstasy flashed across Helen'sface, her legs buckled, her back arched, and at the same time a rush of bubbleserupted from her mouth.  Her limbs flailed spastically for a few moments – andthen it was over, and her body came to a rest at the bottom of the tank.

Paul and the girls were still processing the experience when an announcementwas sounded on the PA, and Anne did a double take when she recognized her name.

"Oh my God!  I think that's me…"

The announcement was repeated – and this time there was no doubt: Anne'snumber was selected for some place called "Yen's Noodle Shop".

"Well, I guess I have to be going," Anne said unsurely.

"Do you mind if we come along?" asked Trine.

"Please do!" Anne eagerly agreed, relieved that she would not be alone.

The three girls went looking for the restaurant; they had to ask for directionstwice before they finally located the place on the third floor, behind a leathershop.  It was a modest-looking Chinese restaurant, but the friends didn'thave time to look around: they were running late, so they went straight tothe kitchen, with Anne padding fearfully in front and Christina and Trine flowingright behind.  A cranky Chinese chef was already waiting impatiently forhis order.

"What took you so long, girl?  Come, quickly!" he was pushing Anne towardsa shower stall, while someone clipped off the tag from her pussy.

Emerging pink and fresh from the shower, the disoriented girl was pulledand shoved until she found herself in front of a giant pot, which was sunkat the floor level, so that one could easily climb inside.  Two younggirls were already sitting in the pot, their red nipples just poking abovethe steaming broth.

"Get in, quickly!" the chef's wrinkled brown hands were pushing on Anne'ssmall round butt.

"J…just get in?  Now?" the girl hesitated, looking around plaintively.

"Yes, now!  What are you waiting for?  You should've been sittinghere for ten minutes already."

With a sigh, Anne sat down on the floor and gingerly swung her legs overthe edge of the pot, her dainty feet dangling just above the surface.  Shelooked one more time at Trine and Christina, who were standing back, wavingand smiling at her encouragingly, then squeezed her eyes and slipped into thebroth.  She shrieked as the hot liquid shocked her skin, and instinctivelytried to get back up, but felt someone's hands pushing firmly on her shoulders.

"Sit!  Sit and cook," the chef was barking into her ear.

Anne squealed and wriggled uncomfortably at first, but in a little whileshe began to get used to the heat.  Her bent legs were tangled with thoseof the two other girls sharing the pot.  They were trying to comfort her,stroking her body with their soft hands.  One of the girls bent over andkissed Anne; the other playfully inserted a toe into her pussy and wiggledit there.  Anne gasped and smiled a little.

"There's room for one more, girls!" the chef looked over at Trine and Christina,who were standing a little behind and watching Anne.

The girls looked at each other.  "Uh, no, thanks," Trine smiled politelyand backed out of the kitchen together with her friend.

"What now?" Trine asked when they were outside.

"I think we should find something soon, or else we'll be selected – whoknows for what!" suggested Christina.

"I guess you are right.  But let's try to stay together," Trine addedand took her friend's hand.

"Hey girls!" they heard Mr. Malcolm's voice behind their backs.  Brentand Mr. Jessup were with him, as well as two unfamiliar young women.  "Thisis Mel, and this is Jessica," he introduced them to the girls.

"Hi!" said Trine and Christina.  The women smiled.

"So, what have you been up to, kids?" asked Trine's father.

"Um, we think we are ready to be snuffed now," Trine said uncertainly.

"Well, we are just about ready for seconds!" chimed in Mr. Jessup.

"You guys!" laughed Christina, "How much meat can you eat in one day?"

"Never enough, especially when there are such tasty morsels here!"  Hepinched Christina's nipple, and everyone laughed.

"Well, we are open to suggestions.  Do you have anything in mind?" askedChristina.

"There is a nice Middle-Eastern restaurant around here," suggested Jessica.

"Sounds good, baby," agreed Mr. Jessup.  "Lead the way."

Trine wasn't sure she wanted to be cooked, but she went along with Christina.  Therestaurant was just around the corner, and they all went inside.  It wasa large, busy place with an open kitchen.  A waiter showed the newcomersa table, then escorted Trine and Christina to the kitchen.  There a mustachioedchef brusquely looked them over, and apparently satisfied, handed them overto an assistant.  The girls were directed to wash up and then sit on abench where a petite dark-skinned girl was already waiting.

"Excuse me…" started Trine, addressing the cook.

"You just wait your turn," the man brushed her off and busied himself withpreparations.

"I am not sure this was a good idea," Trine whispered to Christina anxiously.

"Don't worry, it'll be OK," Christina tried to reassure her, but she didnot sound very confident.

"Hi!  I am Lenita," the girl next to them introduced herself.  Thefriends barely had time to respond when a burly cook scooped up their new acquaintancefrom the bench and carried her to a preparation table.  The man laid theslender girl on her back and without further ado, swung a meat cleaver overher neck.  Lenita's black eyes opened wide, but before she could evencry out her head was gone, severed in one stroke.  Immediately, the cookbegan to part her carcass.

"Well, at least it's quick," sighed Trine.  Christina nodded and swallowedhard.

They didn't have to wait long, as the chef soon returned for them.

"Follow me," he ordered and led them to a bath tub filled with olive oil.  "Getyourself well oiled and wait here," he said and quickly turned back, leavingthe girls alone.

Trine and Christina looked at each other and shrugged, then climbed intothe tub.  The oil felt good on their skin, and the girls had much funspreading it over each other's bodies, particularly their private parts.  Butas all good things come to an end, their good time was interrupted by the returnof the chef with a couple of assistants.  They first took Christina andled her away in the direction the main room.  Trine kissed her friendgood-bye and lay back in the tub awaiting her turn.

Christina, who was having difficulty balancing on her oily feet, was leaningheavily on the men's arms.  Suddenly she froze when she saw a slender,sharp-tipped steel pole almost as high as her chest, planted in the floor infront of her.  Unfazed, the men pulled the girl along, stood her nextto the pole, and bound her arms behind her back with a string.  Someonebrought a stepladder, and Christina had to climb up on it, with the men supportingher shaky form.  Once she reached the top, she found the sharp point ofthe pole just below her crotch.  With the two assistants holding her unsteadylegs, the chef directed the girl to lower herself onto the tip, as he guidedher by her hips.  Christina cooperated hesitantly, and soon felt the coolmetal tip entering her ass.  The chef kept pulling down on her hips: "Justsit on it," he told her.  "Easy for you to say," thought Christina, butcomplied as best as she could.  She was grateful for the oil, which madethe entrance smoother.  It hurt a little as the pole stretched her virginopening, but it also felt strangely satisfying to be filled this way.

Christina momentarily panicked when suddenly she felt the stepladder movingout from under her feet. Nothing was supporting her except for the pole thatwas now entering deeper into her body.  The girl's legs instinctivelywrapped around the slender pole, but that did not stop her downward progress.  Eventually,her toes could reach the metal base, but the men pushed down on her shouldersuntil she was standing flat.  Christina was astonished to find herselfhalf-impaled on a sharp stake and still very much alive.  The foreignobject lodged inside her tummy hurt, but not as much as she would have expected.  Shewas left alone for a few moments, and for the first time she focused on hersurroundings.  The pole was set up right by the counter that separatedthe kitchen from the main room, so that people inside the restaurant couldsee her.  In fact, her dad and his companions were watching her from anearby table all the time that she was being impaled.  When their eyesmet, he waved at her, and Christina managed an embarrassed smile in return.  Pinnedlike a butterfly in a museum exhibit, and with her arms bound, she could donothing to hide her nudity.

Someone brought a penis-shaped steel rod and attached it to the pole below;the dildo slid easily into Christina's wet pussy.  Then a tall heatingelement was rolled into position behind her, and Christina finally realizedwhat she was going to be: a living shawarma.  Once the element startedheating up, the base on which the girl was standing began to rotate slowlytogether with the pole.  The heat soon became uncomfortable, causing herto wriggle and moan softly.  It was then that, to her pleasant surprise,Christina discovered that she could gently and almost imperceptibly fuck herselfboth in the ass and in the pussy, simply by sliding a little up and down thepole.

Leaving Christina to squirm in the rotisserie, the chef and his assistantsreturned to Trine.  Snatching her from her oil bath, they took her toa preparation table.  Trine half-hoped and half-feared that she wouldbe butchered quickly, like the dark-skinned girl was before her.  Shewas laid on her tummy, with her breasts on the table, her feet on the floor,and her pretty butt sticking up in the air.  For a little while she wasleft alone, but the girl was afraid to look around her to find out what washappening.  Suddenly, strong hands gripped her hips and man's fingersspread her pussy lips, and then she felt something cold and smooth enteringher.  In her fear, Trine didn't even realize just how aroused she hadbeen.  Her pussy hungrily swallowed the intruder, and as if answeringher unspoken need, the object started sliding in and out of her moist opening.  Thatdidn't last long however, and soon Trine felt as the steel completely filledher luxuriating pussy and then moved inexorably further into her body, piercingher through.  The girl squeezed her eyes and gripped the table with herhands as the pole progressed through her body, entering her chest and thenher throat.  Someone grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head just asthe tip entered her mouth and then emerged on the other side.  Trine watchedwith amazement as the very object that was giving her pleasure just a minuteago was now sliding out of her wide-open mouth.

In a daze, Trine felt her arms being tied behind her back, and her legs affixedto the pole that was running through her.  A stabilizer was attached tothe pole and inserted deep into her ass.  Finally, the pole was liftedup, and Trine was carried into the main room.  She passed very close towhere Christina was slowly roasting, and the girls just had time to exchangeglances before Christina was turned away and Trine was carried further towardsa nearby barbecue pit.  Trine felt the heat getting more intense as herpole was installed above the fiery pit.  In a moment, the room aroundher started spinning, while the heat began shifting around her body, roastingthis side and that, while the rest of her body got a little relief.

Meanwhile, Christina's world was spinning in a different direction.  Theheating element, which came just short of her neck, concentrated all its heaton her voluptuous young body.  Panting and moaning, she was surreptitiouslyriding her twin intruders to a second orgasm, even as she could feel and smellherself slowly roasting up, starting with her large breasts and her plump butt.  Soonafter Trine was brought in, a cook came up to Christina, and as she was spinningon her pole he began deftly slicing off her cooked flesh with a long, sharpknife.  A minute later, the meat was served to Mr. Jessup's table, andthe man made sure that his daughter saw how he popped her roasted nipple intohis mouth and cheered her with a raised wine glass.  Christina smiledweakly.

Trine could see all that from her constantly shifting vantage point.  Herhalf-closed eyes met now with Christina's, now with her brother's and father's.  Asshe squirmed from the heat, she too discovered the pleasures of pole-riding.  Pushingand wriggling as much as her position allowed, she caused her entire body toslide back and forth along the shaft that went through her pussy and the guidethat impaled her butt.  As the heat was getting to her, the girl's movementsbegan to slow down, but she did manage to reach a powerful orgasm before finallyfading away.