Cindy's Adventures at A&E

Cindy Sterling stood on tiptoe next to her father, trying to get a glimpse of the stage.  It didn’t help that her diminutive height made it next to impossible to see over the tall, broad backs of some of the men standing in front of her.  With a sigh of exasperation, she crossed her arms across her well-formed chest and frowned.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Cindy’s dad asked a moment later, looking down at his pride and joy.

“I can’t see!” she complained.

Robert Sterling laughed and put a hand on his daughter’s bare shoulder.  Her skin was supple and fresh under his fingers and he gave her a light squeeze.  “I dare say you’ll be seeing it up close and personal before long!” he laughed.

With that comment, Cindy brightened slightly and she grinned up at her father.  The adoration in her eyes made it pretty clear how she felt about him and she leaned against him, enjoying the quick hug.

“Be patient, kiddo.  If this is what we think it is, you’ll be accepted by the end of the day.”

There was a slight commotion in the crowd even as Cindy nodded at her father.  Her attention was drawn forward and then she saw a head bobbing above the shoulders of the man standing in front of her.  There was a bit of music that started off loud and triumphantly, only to tone down in volume and epic proportions as the man stepped up to a microphone.  He was good looking, with thick blond hair and a walrus mustache.  He wore an impeccable suit with a red tie and Cindy was sure that if she could see his shoes, they would be spit-polished.

“Hello!  My name is John Stone and I want to thank you all for joining me here today at this historic anniversary of our first year of operation.  If you are new to A&E Meat products, let me assure you that you, and any meat you might be bringing along to tour our facilities, are going to have a wonderful time!”

There was a scattering of applause and Cindy clapped right along with everyone else.  She had been just a little surprised when she and her father had arrived.  Her keen eyes had immediately sought out any of the other girls and she had been just a tad disappointed that there were only five or six other girls who had been brought for the tour.  

“Now, to begin with, we do have a policy that all meat girls are not permitted clothing inside A&E.  This is a behind the scenes tour and I know that some of you are here today to see how the process is handled and if it is suitable for your livestock.  Rest assured there won’t be any unauthorized processing, but it is our policy.  So I’d like to ask that any meat girls in the audience please be instructed to come up to the stage,” Mr. Stone announced.

Cindy’s eyes widened, but she licked her lips with acceptance.  She actually wasn’t that surprised.  As a meat girl, she had been subjected to various stages of nudity at different events since she was fourteen, the youngest a meat girl could be processed.  Now seventeen, she was a budding woman, with all the luscious curves any woman, or man for that matter, could hope to enjoy.  

Robert Sterling just laughed and patted her on the bottom.  “Told ya!” he said with a grin.  He had too, warning her that she’d undoubtedly get stripped for the tour.  To prepare for it she had gone through another laser hair removal session, along with a spa treatment to make her skin look as perfect as possible.  With a shrug of her shoulders, Cindy pushed her way through the crowd, away from her father, to the very front of the assembly.  A few of the other girls were moving the same direction and she followed one until they found the steps leading up to the stage.

“Well now!  Look at you!” Stone complimented Cindy as he climbed up on stage.  “You are picture perfect. I’m betting Grade A, aren’t you?” 

Cindy smiled and nodded politely.

Stone’s eyes seemed to sparkle.  “That’s right. I don’t doubt it!”

Turning away, she stepped into line with the other eight girls and looked across the crowd.  She could see her dad waving at her, a huge grin on his face.  As soon as he caught her gaze, he gave her a thumbs up sign.

Cindy had been grade A since she was fourteen and the grading process was an ongoing event that occurred bi-annually since.  Her body mass index was measured, as well as her height and weight, skin resiliency, as well as the developing circumferences of her hips, waist, and bust.  Even with the genetic engineering that had practically eliminated unattractive traits from the breeding populace, there were still enough regressive genes out there, especially in the male population, which resulted in less than perfect specimens.

Cindy Sterling was practically perfect though.  At five four she was a bit on the petite side, but that wasn’t a gradable point.  She prided herself on her well rounded bottom.  Her waist was tight and lean.  And her breasts... her breasts were a solid and well-proportioned C cup size, not too small, not too big, and firm enough to look fantastic even without a bra.

Stone didn’t waste any time.  “Ladies, if you will all disrobe now, we’d greatly appreciate it.”

Some of the girls just stripped, taking off their clothes as if they were at home and Cindy could tell that a few of them were scared.  She could understand that.  The finality of being a meat girl was not something any of them were comfortable with.  To know that your life expectancy was measured in months rather than years once you hit a certain age, tended to change your outlook on life.  The only thing Cindy was happy about was that her father had consented to take a look at A&E, rather than some of the other meat processors and open restaurants.

A&E was something of a novelty.  After some poor processing, the entire gynophagia community had suffered a decline as thousands had gotten sick from food poisoning, a result of poor hygiene and questionable snuff methods.  Cindy had only been ten when it happened, but she remember her parents talking about a particular cooking and snuff method of boiling a meat girl alive.  While it had been relatively painless for the girls in question, their meat had not been prepared properly, leaving fecal matter and other bacteria in the food.  It had not been a good time for anyone and protein pellets, made from ground up meal worms, had once again surged to the forefront of the global diet.

But A&E had changed all that.  Their new process of preparation lacked some of the spontaneity of the old days, where young girls would be stripped, tagged, and then wander around looking at various methods of execution and cooking until they, or their family, decided on which way they were to go.  Now meat girls were processed, but Cindy had no real idea what they went through before emerging, ready for action, on the other end.  That was what this tour was all about.  All she knew was that it was revolutionary.

When the other girls were almost completely naked she started.  First she began with her tiny shorts.  Slipping her fingers into her waistband, she began wiggling her ass from side to side, turning around in a circle on the spot, sliding the denim material down.  There was a cheer from the crowd and she knew it was for her as they caught sight of her bare buttocks.  She was wearing a dark pink thong which was clearly visible against the milky white cream of her skin, at least until it disappeared into the crack of her ass.  She was facing front again as the shorts fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them, the high heels she was wearing emphasizing the petite beauty of her feet.  The tiny sliver of material that covered her sex was definitely see thru, but she moved up to her halter top, slipping out of it with crossed arms so that her amazing breasts came into view only one at a time, and in the most seductive means possible.

Mr. Stone whistled and Cindy grinned as she dropped the halter on the stage floor next to her shorts.  A quick glance down the line told her that every other girl on stage was already buck naked, standing there, some looking nervous, some clearly disgusted with Cindy’s flagrant dance, but Cindy didn’t care.  She spread her legs and teased the crowd with a few daring pulls on the g-string panties until finally she turned around, presented her bottom to the crowd, and tugged the thin material down between her thighs.  A moment later she was just as naked as everyone else, but knew that every eye was on her.

“Well, that was certainly entertaining!” Mr. Stone commented, clapping his hands.  “One of the things we pride ourselves on here at A&E is making sure that the sexuality of our meat girls is never damaged! This young lady is exactly the kind of product we like to deliver!”

Cindy grinned and her father gave her another thumbs up.  “Which is why on our tour, we like any prospective meat girls to be properly motivated,” Mr. Stone continued.  “Young lady, why don’t you step up here first?”

Cindy blinked. She took two steps forward and stood next to Mr. Stone. “What’s your name, miss?” he asked.

“Cindy Sterling,” she replied, speaking into the microphone.

“You seem happy to be here!” Stone said.

She nodded. “Oh I am!”

“I’ve got to ask, after that dance, are you turned on?”

The blush on Cindy’s face was more than enough to answer the question, but she nodded anyway.

“Good!” declared Mr. Stone.  “That’s the way we want you!  Aroused! Desperate! Wanting to fuck if you’ll excuse my French,” he said with a laugh.  He lifted a hand and a younger man, clearly an assistant of some kind, came up onto the stage carrying a tray.  He stepped over to Mr. Stone, who plucked a purple, egg shaped object off the tray and held it up.

“For the duration of the tour, Ms. Cindy Sterling, every girl will be keeping one of these little eggs inside her.  This amazing toy will keep you wet, desperate, and ready to fuck!  And if you or your families choose not to use A&E Meat Processors for your needs, you can take them home as a free gift!” Stone announced.

He grinned at Cindy. “Normally I just hand these to the girls and let each of them put them in themselves, but I have to ask, Cindy.  May I have the privilege of stuffing that delicious looking cunt of yours with this?” he begged. 

Cindy laughed and nodded.  She spread her legs as Mr. Stone made a show of going down on one knee in front of her.  Carefully and gently he rubbed the egg shaped sex toy against her clit, using her own lubrication to wet the tapered end.  A moment later he was pushing the large, almost fist sized object into her depths and Cindy groaned.  She was so taken with his touch, his thumb against her clit, rubbing, that she didn’t notice the assistant going down the line of girls behind her, handing out eggs.

Cindy was close to cumming when Mr. Stone stood up, finished with the implantation process.  She felt full and shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the plastic egg.

“So how does that feel, Cindy?” Stone asked.

She licked her lips. “Not bad.  But it just feels like I’m stuffed,” she admitted.

He laughed and extracted a small remote out of his jacket pocket. He held it up and pressed the center button.

Immediately Cindy gasped as the egg inside her began vibrating.  It was an intense sensation and she twisted, her legs folding as her body reacted to the almost violent rumble inside her sex.  Then, just as suddenly, the vibration decreased into something tolerable, a gentle purr that only made her sex tighten in spasmodic pulses around the egg.

Stone was grinning as she glanced up at him in shock. “You get to feel the ecstasy part of A&E Processing first!” Mr. Stone announced.  He looked down the line of girls, most of whom were in various states of sexual shock.  He clapped his hands. “Ladies, you are free to rejoin your escorts as we begin the tour!”

He bent down to Cindy and quickly cupped her breast.  “Ms. Sterling, I certainly hope that you choose A&E.  I would love to personally oversee your tenderizing.”

Cindy didn’t know what he meant, but she wanted too and she pressed back against him, feeling her hard nipple press into the palm of his hand.  He let her go wistfully and she again worked her way back through the crowd toward her father.  The difference this time was that she was touched, multiple times, hands on her ass with light spanks, squeezes on her breasts, tweaking a nipple, and even a few daring souls who slid fingertips into her wet slit, wanting to taste her juices.  Finally she made it back to her dad who wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight.

“You look beautiful!” he declared.  Cindy hugged him back hard, feeling his erection through his trousers.  

“Guess you enjoyed that?” she asked.

He laughed. “You were the star of the show!” he declared.

“All right, folks, it’s time to get started,” Mr. Stone’s voice came out over the loud speaker.  “Now if you will all follow me into this first building on the left, I’ll show you how Agony and Ecstasy Processing makes meat girl dreams come true!”

The crowd surged forward and Robert Sterling kept a tight grip on Cindy.  There were still people trying to touch her, though the presence of her dad kept most of them away.  They entered into a warehouse type facility and as the door shut behind them, Cindy heard a muted sound.

The ambient air temperature was warmer than she would have preferred, but the air was moving well thanks to several large fans hung above them.  A series of cubicle like walls had been erected on the floor of the warehouse and Cindy couldn’t see over them.  Neither could her father for that matter, who at six feet four inches was certainly on the taller end of the height spectrum.  Mr. Stone led the group down one wall of the cubicles and the warehouse until he reached an open room.  Everyone looked in.

The room itself was only eight feet in diameter and perfectly square.  It was dominated by a strange plastic platform, which was perforated with two inch holes.  A soft looking plastic pillow lay on one end of the bed, while a strange mechanical apparatus was mounted on the other.

“Can I get a volunteer?” Mr. Stone asked politely. “Ms. Sterling? Perhaps you would be so kind?” he suggested.

Cindy felt her dad’s fingers squeezing her hand and then he pushed her forward.  She was already super aroused from being naked in front of so many strangers, not to mention the buzzing egg inside her slit.  She pushed through to the front again and got a closer look at the platform.

“Whenever a meat girl is accepted for processing by the A&E, she will spend up to four weeks here in the tenderizer,” explained Mr. Stone, gesturing to the platform. “Now Cindy, if you’ll just lay down on the platform and spread your arms and legs?” 

Cindy did as asked, climbing up onto the platform.  To her surprise, what looked like hard plastic was actually soft, clinging to her and shaping to the curves of her buttocks and spine.  She spread her legs and arms, lifting her hands above her heads.  Mr. Stone’s assistance quickly began cuffing her to the frame.  Cindy didn’t object, but her sex tightened even more dramatically around the vibrating egg.

“For twelve hours a day, meat girls are strapped to these platforms.  Men from all over the country are brought in to season and tenderize the girls.  In essence, each meat girl is subjected to sexual penetration, multiple times a day, to encourage sexual juicing.  Between sexual intercourse, the meat girl is exposed to the agony part of tenderization with this machine,” Stone explained, putting his hand on the mechanical arm.  He moved it forward and Cindy glanced up.  It seemed to be some sort of robotic arm and motor.  There were several attachments, from a massive dildo covered in small spikes, to a leather paddle mounted on a motor.  

“The meat girl’s cunt is either spiked, spanked, heated, cooled, or electrified depending on the resiliency of her flesh and the needs of her cooking preparation, provided one has been selected.  If not, then we merely use A&E’s standards.  This is why we encourage all meat girls to have active sex lives from as early an age as possible.  The more well used their cunts are, the less tenderizing they will need to endure here at A&E.

“Can you show us how it works?” someone asked.

Stone’s mouth opened and then he looked slightly uncomfortable.  “As much as I would love to subject Ms. Sterling here to the tenderization process, she hasn’t technically been accepted into the program and it would be inappropriate.”

“I don’t mind,” Cindy suddenly blurted.

Stone’s eyes widened and he licked his lips.  “Well, I don’t think...” he stammered.

“I approve. I’m her father,” Robert Sterling said, waving his hand.

Stone took a deep breath.  “Well, I suppose, for a short time at least.”  He glanced at his assistant who came up between Cindy’s legs and grabbed hold of her labia.  He began squeezing it gently, working it left and right, feeling it.  Cindy groaned as the man got to her clit, rubbing it gently right before giving it a decent squeeze.

“What my assistant is doing is conducting a simple cunt check.  We have a five point system that measures the resilience and tenderness of a meat girls’ sex.”

The assistant suddenly slapped Cindy between the legs, spanking her clit multiple times and she cried out in both pain and pleasure, thrusting her hips forward.  

Mr. Stone laughed. “As you can see, Ms. Sterling clearly is enjoying herself.  But I can assure you, she won’t in a minute.”

The assistant looked up.  “She’s a three, Mr. Stone.”

John Stone smiled. “As a specimen, she is certainly better off than some of the meat girls we get here at A&E.  At a level three, the tenderization process moves to a more subcutaneous process.  But for the sake of demonstration, we will go sample various machinations.”

The assistant had a tablet computer and as he stood up, moving out of the way of the machine, he tapped the screen a few times.  The robotic arm moved forward and a large metal tube snapped into position.  The arm adjusted itself until it was just a few inches away from Cindy’s soaked labia.  Then there was a soft whirring sound and Cindy cried out.

“What Ms. Sterling is currently experiencing is the heat treatment.  This cycle of tenderization directs hot air, not scalding of course, onto the meat girl’s cunt, drying the labia out and allowing us to detect a resurgence of sexual juice. Juicing is of course, our primary goal, since a juicy cunt fillet is the epitome of both sexual and gastronomical delight!”

Cindy had never felt anything like it.  She could literally feel her labia roasting, drying out under the onslaught of hot air.  The flow of air was actually a force impacting on her sex and had she not been stuffed with the vibrating egg, she didn’t know how she would handle the stimulation. Her clitoris flapped in the gale and she crooned in a combination of discomfort and sexual delight.  Just as she thought she couldn’t tolerate any more, the air quit blowing.

“Usually the heat treatment lasts until another male is brought in for a sexual session.  But obviously we can’t do that here,” Stone said, laughing.

“I volunteer!” one young man said up front, raising his hand.

Mr. Stone smiled ruefully.  “The problem is time, my young friend. However at the end of the tour, I’m sure we could use you if you’d like to volunteer to tenderization service.  But for now we will leave the sexual aspects of the tenderizer to the imagination.”  He looked at his assistant, who again worked the controls.

“The next apparatus is the leather spanker, or sap.  It delivers repeated blows to the meat girl’s sex without leaving any welts or other marks that might damage the actual cuts.”

Cindy watched as the metal tube retracted and the leather sap moved down into place.  Before she could even brace herself, the leather paddle smacked down painfully, aiming directly for her clit, but catching the majority of her labia, all the way down her sex.  It pulled back up and before she could even suck in another breath, smacked her again.  The sound of the paddle smacking her between the legs changed in tone as the fluids inside her began leaking out onto her dried petals.

“Again, this is just a short sample.  Usually it takes anywhere between five and ten minutes to get the next male tenderizer into the chamber, so you can imagine how this would feel for that amount of time,” Mr. Stone explained.  “You can see, just with those ten or so slaps, how the skin tone has ripened and a deep flush with lots of blood has risen to the surface.  This is exactly the kind of response we like from the sap treatment.”

Cindy was biting her lip and squealing lightly with every stroke, even as her body arched.  The sap continued to slam into her sex and small splatters of juice began splattering her open thighs.

“Mr. Stone?” a voice asked from the back of the room. “Do all meat girls go through tenderizing?”

Stone nodded. “Yes, Even class C graded meat girls come here.  As you know, genetics have pretty much destroyed even the concept of an ugly female, but occasionally there is a girl who does not have the required proportions, a throwback of genetic traits that predate our ability to choose appealing prerequisites for our progeny,” Mr. Stone explained, even as the sap continued to smack Cindy between the legs.  She began crying out as each blow turned her cunt an even darker shade of pink.

“Class C graded girls are still tenderized, but rather than going through A&E’s patented process for live meat girls, they are either sexually electrocuted or asphyxiated and then sent directly to the butcher.  Remember, we pride ourselves on providing the absolute best quality meat available.”  Mr. Stone motioned toward the assistant, who turned off the sap.  Cindy was crying lightly, her buttocks tightening and relaxing in tiny spasms as her body dealt with the pressures of her torment.  She was so lost in the stinging heat between her legs that she never even wondered what was next

“The next tenderizing process is the ice dildo.  Technically not ice, but a metal dildo filled with a liquid nitrogen cooling system, the ice dildo looks white because the moisture in the air frequently condenses, then freezes on it’s surface.  That’s why it’s white.  During normal operation, the dildo is applied to the meat girl’s clit, then driven deeply into her sex.  Unfortunately, Ms. Sterling here is stuffed, rendering that option unavailable.”

“Can we at least see her reaction to having the ice dildo touch her clit?” someone asked.

Stone looked thoughtful for a moment then glanced at the assistant.  The young man nodded and Stone smiled. 

“Certainly.  My assistant will set things up.”

Cindy let out a sharp cry as her heated and pounded clit was suddenly frozen   A cold burning sensation seared the tiny nub of nerves and she twisted on the platform.  The bonds holding her ankles and wrists held tightly and the webbing underneath her twisted.  She screamed loudly, thrashing, her hips jerking up and down, setting the frozen tip of the ice dildo sliding through her petals, only to come to rest again on her clit.

“As you can see, this process of tenderization is quite efficient at firming up a cunt fillet and we usually use it last,” Stone said, watching Cindy with appreciative eyes.

“Do they normally scream like this?” asked someone over Cindy’s latest screech.

Mr. Stone shook his head. “Some do, but it hardly matters since normally no one is in the room watching.  Once a male is ready to provide more sexual stimulation, the tenderizing agony is turned off.”  He nodded to his assistant who retracted the ice dildo and left Cindy twitching, eyes shut tight, tears streaming down both sides of her head.

“Next we will demonstrate the electrical stimulator.  Some meat girls come with pussies that are too loose.  These are subjected to electrical impulses, painful ones, that tighten the musculature and make for a more delicious fillet.  Obviously Ms. Sterling doesn’t need this treatment, but we will deliver a few shocks now so you can see the physical response.”

Cindy was still completely out of it when the new arm attachment lowered.  She barely felt the pinpricks of the six metal probes digging into various spots along her sex.  Two of the metal pins rested on each side of her clitoris, while the other four took up easy distances along both sides of her labia.

“We can activate any of the probes, changing them from positive and negative, but we have a computer program handle this for us,” Stone said, then nodded at the assistant.   

There was a spark of light from between Cindy’s legs and then she let out a blood-curdling scream, her entire body stiffening in agony.  Even before she relaxed, another jolt hit her, the electricity moving down her right labia.  There was a collective gasp from the audience as they could literally see electrical arcs crossing across her slit, from one side to the other.  

“I should have turned off the lights first,” muttered John Stone.

Cindy lost her voice after the third shock and her entire body felt the electricity as it zapped her sex.  The pain was indescribable, but even through the hurt, she felt the egg vibrating inside her.  She couldn’t help it as she began to respond and juices surged out of her sex, soaking the plastic webbing beneath her.  

“I think that’s enough,” Mr. Stone said to his assistant.

The electrical probes retracted, leaving Cindy gasping and twitching on the platform.  Her skin was covered with a light layer of perspiration and her eyes were unfocused and dazed.

“The last tenderization treatment we cannot inflict upon Ms. Sterling, with no exceptions,” Mr. Stone said.  He waved his hand at the arm attachment as another dildo, this one covered with tiny holes, came into view.  “This is the spiked dildo.”

With a hiss of air pressure, the dildo suddenly sprouted spikes like a porcupine.  Each one was only a centimeter long, and made of plastic, but it was readily apparent to everyone that being screwed with such an attachment would not be pleasant.

“And the purpose of this one?” someone asked.

Mr. Stone grinned. “Final preparation.  It scores the insides of the meat girl’s sex, making her more receptive to penetration and other processes during the cooking or slaughtering cycles.”

He nodded at his assistant who turned off the robotic arm.  Mr. Stone asked everyone to step out of the room as the assistant released Cindy and helped her up.  Her dad stepped close and lifted her to her feet.

“Are you alright?” he asked, still pleased with the demonstration.

Cindy clung to her father, her thighs pressed together.  “Oww...”

He laughed. “You looked amazing, you know.  And I’ll bet if you had gotten fucked between each and every one of those tenderizing things, you’d be cumming.”

Cindy sucked in a breath. “I know... I feel... so aroused anyway.”  She took a step and winced again. “I just hurt down there though.”

Her father gave her another squeeze, this time putting his hand on her breast.  He gave her nipple a quick pinch as he hugged her. “Well, pull yourself together. I think we’re going to see more now!”  He led her out of the room.

Part Two

“Are you feeling up to continuing?” Mr. Stone asked Cindy as they stepped back into the hall.  “I can arrange for a wheel chair if you need it?”

Robert Sterling shook his head. “I’ll help her along.  She’s fine.”

Stone smiled. “She certainly is!”  He then looked at the tour group. “Well, we’re now going to walk down the main corridor of the first floor of meat girls who are already undergoing tenderization.  It’s pretty loud in there, so please hold your questions until we get to the end. Thank you and follow me!” 

Stone led the way through a set of double doors and suddenly the group was surrounded by a cacophony of screeches, screams, cries, yelps, squeals, and moans.  The group proceeded down the corridor, eyes open in delight as the open cubicles on both sides held a variety of girls, most of whom were being seriously worked on by burly men, pounding away at their sexes.  

Every few feet however was a girl who was being attended to by the robotic arm.  Cindy paused as she watched one girl who was undergoing the sap treatment, her loins a bright pink with blue and purplish bruises forming under the skin.  A few cubicles further in, one cute little blonde was obscenely spread open, her clitoris almost glowing blue from the repeated shocks of the metal electrical probes.  

But intermixed with the cries of agony were the whisperings of orgasm, the soft cries of sexual release, and the grunts of the men who provided the non-stop fucking.  Finally the tour group made it through and John Stone stopped them out in the courtyard.

“We have four floors of meat girls in the tenderization process and graduate approximately twenty girls per day.  The average stay in the tenderizing section is three weeks and the record number of orgasms reached by a meat girl is three hundred and twenty seven.  We have cubicles for six hundred meat girls, though we average closer to five hundred at a time,” Mr. Stone announced.

Cindy swallowed at the thought of being one of those five hundred. Part of her was scared of the pain, but the idea of spending three weeks, having hundreds of orgasms was just too much of a draw.  She clung to her father, trying hard not to let the buzzing of the egg between her legs overwhelm her.

“Now, if there aren’t any questions, we will move along to...” 

“Wait! I have a question!” said one of the other girls.  It was a pretty brunette who had wrapped one arm across her breasts, hiding them from view, even as the other arm hung down between her legs.

“What is it my dear?” asked Mr. Stone.

“Can we speak to some of the girls who come out of tenderization?” she demanded.

Mr. Stone laughed. “Of course. That’s where we are heading now.”  He looked up to the entire group.  “We’re heading toward Grade C slaughter and butcher building, so you will need to be ready for that.  The girls here are... well... decidedly unattractive.  But despite their physical imperfections, we still treat Grade C meat girls with decorum and gentleness.  Just as with Grade A prime, the meat girls of Grade C experience sexual orgasm at the moment of slaughter, combining both agony and ecstasy as our A&E brand prides itself on.”

No one said anything as John Stone led the group into another building on the factory floor.  Almost immediately Cindy could smell a sharp metallic scent in the air, combined with the stringent and acidic odor of cleaning chemicals.  They walked down a hall and passed a series of windows.  Inside were nine women, all lying on soft platform beds, apparently asleep.  None of them were attractive, with unusual proportions.  One girl had massive breasts, easily in the D or F range, while another girl was flat chested despite normal looking hips.  Some of the girls were strangely tall, topping six and a half feet and were all bone, while a few were short and squat.  Cindy felt a surge of sympathy for them.

“This is the waiting room for Grade C meat girls.  We want their final orgasm to be as powerful as possible, and thus allow them to rest after coming through tenderization.  Most Grade C meat girls spend a day or two here, without the pressure of sexual urgency pressed upon them.  There is good food, some creature comforts, and of course, companionship,” Mr. Stone explained.

“Why are they all asleep?” one person asked.

Stone smiled. “The tenderizing process is diurnal, meaning we do not differentiate between night and day.  The fucking and tenderizing process does not stop, regardless of the energy levels of the meat girls.  By the time a meat girl graduates, they are physically, mentally, and emotionally tired.  Even Class A meat girls get a few days of down time to recover before being sent to the kitchens,” Stone explained.  He glanced down at his watch.

“Now, I’ve arranged for you to witness two of the Grade C girls achieve what we here at A&E call the final moment, where pleasure and pain as well as life and death all merge.  If you will accompany me down this hall and don’t dawdle?”  Stone turned and led the way.

A few turns later the group entered a large room.  In the very center was a wooden chair with the center of the seat cut out.  A series of rubber headed vibrators stuck out of the opening, clearly positioned so that the entire crotch of whomever sat in the chair would be stimulated.  A thick wooden post stuck up from the back, and a metal box, complete with a dangling leather strap, was mounted at about neck height.  

A few moments later two men dressed in white overalls led a girl into the room.  She was dark skinned and had an overly large ass.  Cindy frowned, thinking the girl was still pretty.  But evidently her skin color, along with her unshapely rear end, was enough to grade her class C.  She walked willingly over to the chair and sat down, spreading her legs and exposing a bright pink slit that contrasted brightly with her darker skin.

The men quickly bound her wrists and ankles to the chair, as well as ran a strap around her waist.  Finally they strung the leather collar around her throat.  A switch was flipped and the buzzing sound of the multiple vibrators filled the air.

It didn’t take long.  Cindy watched as the girl’s body began the tell-tale movements of sexual arousal.  The dark girl ground her groin against the massager heads and in seconds the wetness of her sex was clearly evident.  Her chest heaved up and down and as she began to cum, clearly lost in the overwhelming joy of pleasure, the strap around her throat tightened.  Her face began to darken and in moments her eyes bulged.  Her tongue slipped out between her teeth as she shook in orgasmic release, the intensity increased by her choking.  She let out a grunt that not even the tight collar could quell and then her entire body shook like mad as the orgasm blasted through her.  When it was over, her lifeless eyes stared off at an angle and a line of drool fell from one lip.

“And as you can see, she died happy,” Mr. Stone said.  “Now she will be sent to our butchering facility where her meat will be harvested for the best uses.”  The two men in white coveralls came up and unstrapped the girl.  Respectfully, but with efficiency, they carried her over to a cart where she was laid face down.

John Stone clapped his hands. “But we have two methods of slaughter for Grade C girls, and now I want to show you the other one.  Asphyxiation is in all probability the most popular, but occasionally one of the meat girls chooses the other option.  Please come with me.”

Stone led them out of the execution room and down to another chamber.  Here there was another chair, except this one was equipped with a shiny pair of metal dildos sticking up out of the seat.  Everyone gathered round and Cindy imagined what it would feel like being impaled like that.

“This is the electrical orgasm chair and is a version of one of the popular slaughter systems available in our live girls restaurant.  The process is simple.  The meat girls is strapped down with both electrode probes inside her.  They vibrate as well as deliver a low level electrical charge, which increases in intensity as the meat girl’s arousal goes up.  In addition, electrode clamps are attached to her nipples and clit, providing a painful counter to the sexual arousal, but in the end merely ensure her achievement of the final orgasm,” Mr. Stone explained.

As he finished speaking, another set of white clad men brought in another Grade C girl.  This one couldn’t have been older than sixteen and was thin and tall.  Her rib cage was easily seen and she was flatter than a boy in the chest area.  She stepped with resignation over to the chair and looked down at the two electrodes in the seat.  

One of the technicians lubricated the phalluses for her, giving her a hand as she sat down.  Cindy watched with sympathy as the girl winced.  Cindy had never had anything up her ass before, but she could imagine what it felt like.  The technicians then began binding the stick-like girl into the chair, spreading her legs obscenely wide and making a display of her silver stuffed groin.  Her wrists and ankles were bound and then the men began attaching the electrical clamps to her clit and nipples, harsh little toothed clamps that made her wince and cry out.

Then the men stepped away and one walked to a control panel nearby.  A few buttons were pressed and John Stone stepped forward even as the girl stiffened, mouth partially open, her toes wiggling wildly.

“As you can see, this meat girl is clearly already experiencing a profound arousal.  The electrodes in her pussy and ass are vibrating wildly and low level electrical current is already flowing into her body.  Her clit and nipples are pulsing and you can see the progression of arousal as she works herself into both orgasm and death.”

Cindy watched, partially fascinated, partly appalled.  Knowing you were going to meet your maker and become food for your family and friends, or even strangers, was one thing.  Seeing it in action, watching some other girl get literally electrically fucked to death, was another.  But to Cindy, the copious fluids leaking from her cunt were enough to tell her that she wished that it was her on that chair, and not that stick girl.

The girl on the electric chair began shaking, her hips jerking up and down and Cindy couldn’t tell if it was the electricity or her own body’s natural reaction to the sexual stimulation.  Fluids poured from between her legs and there was a sudden waft of smoke that streamed up from the girl’s clit. She cried out, her toes curling as her fingers clenched the armrest.  Both nipples were hard as rocks and she let out a loud gasp as her loins jerked wildly, bouncing her up and down on the chair.  

There was another stream of smoke and the scent of singed meat that erupted from the clamp over the girl’s right nipple.  Her eyes rolled wildly as her teeth locked together, strangling her cries as her body began twitching.

“Here she cums!” yelled Stone.

A gush of fresh fluid erupted from between the girl’s legs and her entire body went rigid, the vibrators roaring between her legs even as lethal levels of current flashed through her body.  Cindy couldn’t tell if it hurt or not, but the smoke was now streaming from the girl’s loins, the petals of her sex turning red around the thick phallus.  Finally it ended with the girl slumping over, her mouth open and a mixture of steam and smoke slipping up from her throat.  Her fingers loosened and her toes relaxed.  The scent of cooked meat filled the air.

“Now, obviously she isn’t fully cooked by this process,” Mr. Stone explained.  “There are some superficial singes to her cunt and nipples, but most of the meat is still in need of further processing.  As with the other girl, she will be taken to our butcher where her parts will be removed and the useful bits sent to the kitchens.”  He glanced at the stick like girl slumped over in the chair. “Probably soup stock,” he muttered.

Stone turned toward the crowd with a fresh smile. “Now if you’ll come with me, you will see what makes A&E so special!”

The crowd left and Cindy only glanced back once as the poor Grade C girl was pulled off the electric chair, her cunt dripping with her orgasmic release, only to be chunked into the nearby cart.

The tour group was led to a new building and seated in an auditorium.  Cindy felt her juices leaking out thanks to the egg still buzzing inside her and hoped it wouldn’t ruin the theatre seat upholstery.  Her dad held her hand, clearly enjoying the tour and looking frequently over at Cindy.

“Seeing you like that makes me want to use you,” he whispered to her.

She smiled up at him. “Mr. Stone said we were to have as much sex as possible before coming to A&E,” she said brightly, spreading her legs slightly and giving her dad a better view.  He grinned and put his hand down between her legs.  Her petals were incredibly slippery and he rubbed at her clit until she stiffened in near orgasm.

“Dad! Not here!” she gasped.

“Why not?” he laughed, flicking her clit with his thumb.

“Dad!” she protested in mortification.

Robert Sterling pulled his fingers away from his daughter’s cunt and licked some of the juice off with a grin, leaving her even more sexually frustrated.  Cindy groaned.

“Now pay attention, young lady,” he told her as Stone stepped up on the stage in front of the tour group.

“Two years ago, in combination with the Alexander Medical Group, A&E developed a new process that ensures not only the health of our restaurant customers, but also allows the meat served to them to experience the final moment as they wish,” Stone started.  He stepped to the side and giant screen came down from the ceiling.

The image on the screen was of a buxom blond girl, barely eighteen years of age, with perfect breasts, being helped up on a metal gurney. She was smiling and even waved at the camera as she was strapped down.  One of the nurses held up a syringe and injected the contents into the blonde’s arm.  A moment later she was asleep.

“A&E begins the process by giving the meat girl a sedative.  Once she is fully asleep, she is moved to the operating room.”

The image on the screen showed this process.  Cindy watched, still wet and incredibly horny, as the blond was moved into a new room and her legs opened wide by the nurses.  Both ankles were cuffed and latched to metal stands as a machine was moved between her legs.  Looking vaguely like a dildo with an attached hose, the arm of the machine was moved up into the anus of the girl after being nominally lubed by the nurse.

Another robotic arm came forward and Cindy watched as it hovered above the blond girl’s navel, then made a tiny incision.  A thin probe came forward and slid into the girl.  Cindy gasped as a foot of steel pipe disappeared into the girl’s guts.  But at least there was only a tiny bit of blood.

“The A&E process involves a simple surgery,” Stone explained. “An incision is made in the navel and a cutting probe is inserted into the meat girl’s body.  It tracks along the girls intestines, bypasses the pancreas and the stomach, and locates the bottom of the esophagus.  Once there it sets a bi-fold clamp and cuts the esophagus, thus severing the alimentary canal and freeing the stomach.  The bi-fold clamp keeps the stomach acid from contaminating the rest of the meat.  The probe is then extracted and that’s when the anal vacuum cutter begins.”

Cindy swallowed as the machine in the blond girl’s ass began operating.  John Stone’s explanation continued. “The idea is to leave a living, breathing, sexually desperate, meat girl alive for her final moment, without having to worry about contamination from fecal matter or other impurities.  This means the removal of the alimentary system.  To do this, two ring blades, attached to the end of the anal vacuum phallus, slice through the rectum and then begin sucking the large and small intestines into a chopper device.”

As he spoke, an illustration appeared over the device and the blond girl and Cindy almost gagged as the animation showed the insides of the girl being sucked downward and then shredded into a pile of offal.  Her father didn’t say anything, but put his hand back down between Cindy’s legs.  She stiffened slightly as he rubbed her, but didn’t stop him.

“The vacuum continues until the stomach, pancreas, and gall bladder are all torn free, leaving the internal cavity empty.  The cutter probe then applies internal cauterization for any serious bleeding, leaving a living, and breathing, relatively healthy girl, completely gutted and ready for whatever sexual cooking we can imagine.”

Stone held up one finger.  “However, without her pancreas, stomach, and intestines, she can no longer eat, defecate, or pee.  Her bladder is gone.  Due to these changes, a meat girl who has undergone this process will die within twenty four hours.  So this is a permanent step for a meat girl.”

The animation disappeared and the black box, now filled with the blond girl’s insides, was pulled away.  Blood dripped from the anal probe and two men stepped up, wiping away the excess.  Another cart was rolled up even as Cindy grimaced with disgust as the blond girl’s belly seemed to deflate, almost all the way to the spine. It was gross.  She looked like a skeleton from her rib cage down.

“At this point, the meat girl has been essentially gutted except for the heart, lungs, and liver, all of which are completely edible.  In order to present the illusion however, of an un-gutted meat girl, we stuff the empty cavity with our patented brand of cooking stuffing and seasonings, which contain not only antiseptics to keep bacteria in check, but lemon and other citrus, rosemary, carrots, onions, garlic, fennel, and potato!”

Cindy watched with wide eyes as the two men began stuffing the food mixture through the blond girl’s anus, stretching the sphincter wide.  With the girl asleep, she couldn’t tense and close up.  The video sped up the process and after what would have been twenty minutes, the girl’s abdomen looked completely normal.

“As you can see, the meat girl looks as beautiful as before, is totally sanitary and has her sexual organs completely intact for the fun of slaughter and the final moment.  After surgery, the meat girl is allowed to wake and in four hours is on the floor, ready for fun and excitement!”

The video showed the blond walking out naked onto the restaurant floor, hugging her excited family.  They walked among a variety of execution stations and even a few live spits.  Finally the blond was brought to one of the full spitting machines where she was bent over and a long steel spit was positioned at the entrance of her sex.  Instead of a single thrust through and through, the machine controlling the depth and penetration of the spit worked it in gradually, fucking her gently.  Since there was nothing inside her to perforate, the spit moved all the way in and up through the stuffing until it penetrated the girl’s esophagus.  A few moments later the tip of the spit emerged from the girl’s mouth and the breathing tube opened.  She sucked in some air, her eyes wild at being fully spitted.  But the best parts was the fact that she continued to pump her hips, fucking herself along the metal post.  Cindy let out a gasp and as her father’s fingers continued to caress her, she exploded wetly and with a groan as the blond was mounted over a low coal filled fire.

“Oh God I want that,” Cindy whimpered.

Her father laughed as he licked her cum off his finger again and then gave her clit another flick.  “And I want it for you, though I’m not sure I want you spit-roasted,” he admitted.

Cindy blinked. “You don’t? I heard that the girls survive the longest on the spit, constantly fucking the pole!” she said.

Robert Sterling shrugged.  “I’ve been to the restaurant level.  There are a ton of fun games for meat girls to play.”

Cindy’s eyebrow went up.  “Like what, dad?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Oh, the splitter, the hangman’s knot, the griller, and then there was one restaurant that really got my attention that served the meat girls raw and alive, all while cumming!”

Cindy’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Robert Sterling nodded. “Yeah, it was really quite a sight. This girl was lying there bound with her pussy in this clear plastic box, getting all sorts of sexual stimulation, while her breasts were carved up starting at the nipple.  It was quite a sight,” he said.

“Is that what you want for me?” she asked.

He laughed. “You have to choose for yourself.”

She reached out and touched the bulge in his trousers.  “But what would you like, daddy?”

“Honestly?  I’m not sure,” he said smiling. “But I know we’ll find something.”

Up on stage Mr. Stone was finishing up his presentation.  “Now I know all of you are excited about the prospect of having your meat processed with A&E’s patented stuffing, but you probably are asking yourself why this method is so much superior to previous slaughter and cooking procedures.  Well, the answer to that is actually on the restaurant level floor and as a special part of our tour, we’d like to offer all of you a chance to wander the kitchens and eateries in our five star dining establishment!  If you’ll exit the theater to the left, my assistant will have your passes.”

Cindy grabbed her dad’s hand and practically pulled him forward.  She was going to get to see all of the games and activities without even a shred of risk!  She could decide PRIOR to being submitted for tenderizing!

As they made their way to the door, Mr. Stone stepped down from the stage and held out a hand.

“Mr. Sterling? Can I speak with you and your daughter for a moment?” Mr. Stone asked.

Robert came to a stop and pulled Cindy up short.  “Of course, Mr. Stone.”

The A&E representative smiled warmly.  “Well, I want to thank you for your special assistance back there in the tenderizing room.  Your Cindy is a prime specimen.”

Cindy blushed and took half a step behind her dad’s frame.  

Mr. Stone continued.  “With that in mind, A&E wanted to make you a special offer.”

“A special offer?” asked Robert Sterling.

Stone nodded.  “Yes.  We have a new prototype device that we’ve been testing that reduces the tenderization period from three weeks to three hours.  So far, we’ve only used it on Grade C girls, but the initial tests have had stunning results.  A&E would be willing to give you not only full price for Cindy if you sold her to us today, right now, but also give you a cash bonus as well as allow you to have her cooked on the dining floor in any way you prefer, this evening.”

Cindy blinked.  Could this really be happening?

Robert Sterling looked deep in thought.  “I’m not sure. I liked the idea of her spending three weeks in the tenderizing area having her cunt whipped, frozen, heated, shocked, and spiked. You do realize that is pretty awesome you know.”

Mr. Stone grinned.  “Of course, and trust me, we plan on keeping that aspect of our business in operation.  The problem has been rush orders.  Occasionally a business or organization wants to cook a meat girl chosen in lottery, or a wrongdoer from the office. Rather than wait a full three weeks for their meat to finish processing, they’d rather go a quicker route.  That’s what the speed tenderizer is for.”

Robert Sterling nodded.  “So how does it work?”

Stone smiled. “It’s easier to show you.  Are you willing to take a look?”

Sterling winked at Cindy. “Always willing to take a look!”

“Right this way,” said Stone, leading them a different direction than the rest of the tour group.  

Cindy and her father followed Mr. Stone down a completely different hallway and eventually found themselves crossing the courtyard back to the processing building.  The place was like a maze but Stone seemed to know exactly where he was going.  A few turns that confused and bewildered the Sterlings, seemed commonplace and familiar to the A&E spokesman.  Finally he stepped up to a door marked with a large letter P and pushed it open.

The room was dark but as they stepped in, massive flood lights activated.  In the center of the room was a machine.  It was dark and foreboding, with a small “U” shaped seat, a thick anal plug to mouth the meat girl, and a robotic arm sporting an assortment of torture implements.

“Looks a lot like the one in the tenderizer room,” Mr. Sterling observed.

Stone nodded. “In some ways it is.  There are similar attachments.  But in the speed tenderizer, the meat girl is subjected to non-stop fucking during the actual tenderizing process.  We’ve also incorporated the spiked and ice dildos, as well as a few prototype versions into the actual sexual process.”

Cindy was fascinated.  Her eyes were glued to the anal plug and she left the relative safety of her father’s side to get closer to the machine.  She spotted the spiked dildo, as well as the electric probes, but there were other instruments, strange ones, she didn’t recognize.  She reached out and touched one dildo like object and gasped when it seemed to tear lightly at her skin.  She glanced down at her fingertips, but didn’t see any marks.

“Okay, so what does this feel like?” Cindy’s father was asking.  “Is it all pain, or will she cum?”

Stone laughed.  “Actually, cumming is what it’s all about.  If you sell us Cindy, she will spend the next three hours cumming almost non-stop, screaming her head off.  And yes, I have to admit that the speed tenderizer is painful.  In fact, if it weren’t for the sexual stimulation aspect of it, I’m positive that no meat girl could stand it.  The girls who have been subjected to it so far have all come off it with swollen labia and clitoris that were so tender that even the lightest touch made them either cum or cry.”

Cindy was kneeling down, still touching various parts of the machine when her father tapped her on the shoulder.

“Cindy?  What do you think?” he asked.

She looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.  “About what?”

He chuckled. “About getting speed tenderized?”

She smiled up at him. “Whatever you want, Daddy.”

Robert Sterling frowned slightly. “Well, I want to know what you would prefer.”

Cindy shrugged. “I don’t care.  It really depends on whether you want me to suffer the tenderization process over three weeks, or in three hours.”

Cindy’s father looked uncomfortable. “I’m worried about how much it hurts,” he admitted.

His daughter laughed. “Is that what you’re worried about?  Dad!  We know it’s going to hurt!  Trust me!  Three weeks in tenderization would hurt!  As long as I’m cumming, I’ll be all right.”  She put her hand on his arm. “Think Daddy, you could eat me tonight!”

Finally Robert Sterling nodded.  He turned to Stone.  “All right.  We have a deal.  Speed tenderize her.”

Mr. Stone’s assistant stepped up with his laptop computer. He already had the appropriate document in the screen and Sterling pressed his thumb to the signature box.  A moment later his daughter was the official property of A&E.

“Excellent!” Stone said with a gusto. “You won’t regret this!  Now, we’ll prep Cindy for the speed tenderizer.  It will only take a moment.”

The assistant pressed a few more buttons on his tablet and two technicians came in.  They grabbed Cindy’s wrists and gently escorted her out of the room.  Sterling made to follow, but Stone stopped him.

“She’ll be back in a few minutes.  They’re going to wash her, sterilize her, and remove the vibrator I put in her at the beginning of the tour.”

Part Three

It didn’t take long and sure enough Cindy was brought back twenty minutes later.  She was dripping wet and her sex was pink.  Her father wasn’t positive, but it looked like there was semen on her face.  Had she given one of the techs a blowjob?

The two technicians were efficient as they moved her into position and evidently her ass had already been greased and lubricated because when they sat her down the thick anal plug slid in easily.  A look of consternation crossed her face, or perhaps constipation, but it was quickly replaced as the robotic arm pushed up against her sex.  The techs drew her legs outward and clamped both ankles into the metal frame.  Then her arms were drawn upward and she was pulled taut.  Straps went around her torso, just above her hips, around her ribcage under her breasts, and then again around her neck.  A few sensors were placed upon her body and then finally, a set of electrode pressure clamps were attached to her nipples.

Robert looked at Stone curiously and then shrugged. “I understand it is for stimulation purposes.”

Cindy’s father stepped closer when it appeared the techs were finished.  Cindy was already breathing heavy, the clamps on her breasts rising and falling.

“How do you feel, baby?” he asked.

She looked up at him. “Excited.  A little scared,” she admitted.

He put a gentle hand on her head. “What does it feel like?” he asked.

Cindy thought about it for a moment. “Well my nipples are throbbing a little, but that’s the only part of me that hurts right now.  One of the techs said they had to tighten them down because they’d get knocked loose eventually once the procedure starts if they don’t get them really tight before everything begins.  My thighs ache a little since I’m basically doing the splits, and the anal plug is huge.  Its making my butt ache.”

Her father laughed. “Guess we should have done more anal sex.”

She nodded. “Definitely.”

He ran a finger down her cheek.  “I wish we had time...” he started to say.

Cindy glared up at him. “Don’t you dare say that, Dad!  We still have time.  When I’m done tenderizing they’ll give me the procedure and then you can fuck my brains out and have me cooked.  You can start thinking about how you want me prepared, okay?” she said, one quick tear going down her cheek.  Her dad smiled, touched his finger to the tear, and then brought it to his lips.

“Mr. Sterling?” Stone said softly.  “We’re ready to begin.  I’ve instructed my assistant to set up a chair for you to watch.  I’ll be seeing you once you and your daughter have made it to the restaurant level.”  He stuck his hand out and Cindy’s father shook it.

“Thank you, Mr. Stone.  For everything.” 

Stone grinned. “Enjoy the next three hours.  You’ll never hear or see anything like it ever again.”

Just then Cindy let out a wild cry, her body stiffening on the mounted frame.  Robert turned and saw his daughter’s toes curl, her chest heaving as her body struggled against the bonds.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.  “It’s huge!”

The expressions that began crossing her face were fluid and expressive.  She grit her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut, only to let out a moan and look of rapture that barely hinted at the extreme pleasure she was feeling.  A moment later she began jerking wildly, screaming at the top of her lungs.  

One of the techs stepped over to Cindy’s father, his arms crossed, watching.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” the tech asked.

“What? Oh, yes!” Robert replied.

“Right now her labia is caught in a pair of spiked metal rollers that pinch each petal right up to the clit.”

“Really?” 

The tech nodded. “And of course, through the whole process she’ll get fucked by that monster dildo; a hundred and ninety thrusts per minute.”  

Robert blinked. “That seems to be a lot!”  

The tech laughed.  “Well it’s based on an algorithm that a few of the scientists developed.  Trust me, that girl’s cunt will be ready for consumption when she’s done, without a single tough piece of muscle anywhere.”

Robert smiled. “It’s amazing what technology can do.”

The tech agreed. “I know.  Last week my sister was finally processed.  We were getting concerned because she had to spend a full four weeks in tenderizing.  On my breaks I’d go over and I even got the chance to fuck her a few times.  Her cunt was pretty tough because she was so lean.  But eventually we got her done and then we took her upstairs and we had a feast!”

Robert looked at the tech. “How did you have her cooked?” he inquired.

The tech grinned.  “Pressure cooker! It’s a new process.  Really amazing.  You sit at this circular table with a hole in the center.  They put the meat girl in a pressure cooker pot with stock, but the really cool thing is that it’s got a steel vibrator post in the bottom.  And even better, the meat girl’s head sticks out the top with a seal.  Then they set the heat to low and the vibrator to high.  Lisa had four orgasms before the heat and pressure was too much and she just sort of sighed and fainted.  Bloody thing had her cooked through with steam coming out her open mouth and her eyes all huge in about an hour.  It was amazing.  Then they popped the lid. Her entire body was this amazing color and they rolled the cooker away and got her out on a cutting board and carved her up right there.”

Robert blinked. “Wow, that seems... incredible.  Did your sister like going that way?”

The tech shrugged. “Evidently.  You could literally taste her cum on the meat.  It was pretty amazing.”

Cindy let out another whoop and then screamed again.  The tech nodded. “That was probably the dildo cooling.  The machine injects about two teaspoons of liquid nitrogen into the dildo.  Cold as hell.”

Robert looked at his daughter.  “I wish I could see when she was cumming.”

“Oh! You can! Here!” the man said, lifting his tablet computer.  There were two line graphs, one colored blue and one colored red.  “Red is her pain receptors.  Blue is pleasure.”

Cindy’s father studied the computer and realized that there was a fairly decent balance between the pain and the pleasure, which was exactly what A&E promised, and as he listened to his daughter’s cries, he realized that the machine was rigged to sexually stimulate her to a point, then apply some painful tenderization torment, then move to push her over the edge into orgasmic bliss.  

The stats indicated that she had already cum three times and was working on her fourth. Robert looked up to see Cindy’s eyes roll up into the back of her head.  

“Is she okay?” Robert asked.

The tech looked over at the computer. “Oh yeah. She just passed out.  No worries.  The computer is responsive to stuff like this.  When a subject passes out the machine does more of the painful stuff.  You should see what the vacuum suction can do to her clit!  Anyway, when she wakes, the machine will go back to the pleasure stuff, so this is actually a good thing.”

Cindy came awake a moment later and her squeal of agony filled the room.  Then the cry changed to a heavy panting, followed by a cry of absolute lust and Robert watched as his daughter’s blue line spiked.  Clearly she was having a good time.

Throughout the process the technician monitoring kept Robert Sterling up to date.  When new implements were applied to Cindy, her father was given a detailed accounting.  Explicit descriptions of electrical probes shocking her clit, metal toothed clamps chewing on her flesh, the double stroke dildo thrust that combined a half stroke withdrawal with another full stroke implantation, the electrical shocks to her nipples, all of it told with a caring heart.

To Cindy however, it was an unending barrage of sensation that scrambled her brain and almost fried her nervous system.  Most of the sensation came from between her legs, all of it centered on the massive pounding of her sex.  The huge dildo had penetrated her depths with a steady and continuous beat that would have left her sore all by itself, but combined with the other torments, had sent her into orbit multiple times.  She had felt strange pinches on her clit, her labia, and even in on the soles of her feet and nipples as electrical sparks were delivered to her waiting flesh.  Some things repeated, like the sensation of someone sucking on her clit, only to feel the sharp teeth biting at her.  The plug in her ass seemed to change temperature, going from hot to cold and perhaps even enlarging and shrinking.  Cindy vacillated between agony and ecstasy, no sensation lasting longer than a few seconds either way.

Worse, even the pain seemed to propel her forward toward an unseen finish line, the desired orgasm.  She could feel the juices leaking from her body and after the first powerful pop, the sensations just continued.  By her fourth or fifth explosion, her body was beginning to suffer from both exhaustion and over-sensitivity.  This was dealt with by a sudden change in temperature, a cold burn between her legs numbing her nerves.  The pounding of the dildo continued.  Cindy tried to collect her thoughts.  She could see her father sitting with one of the techs, the guy she had given the blowjob too, through a red and blurry haze.  But as she tried to say something, to collect enough mental acuity to call out to him was beyond her.  

It felt like sharp pins were being driven through the tender arches of her feet, as well as through her nipples, even as she felt a sensation that she could only liken to a knife slicing her clit.  She screamed again, only to feel a soft warm lapping at her slit, the pain fading into bliss.  She tried to thrust against the dildo, but was unable to move even a centimeter.  Not that it mattered, since the dildo was already going in as deeply as possible.  As another cycle of pleasure, pain, and pleasure blasted through her, along with another orgasm, she passed out, unable to resist the pinwheel of colors behind each eye.When she woke the pain was brutal, with her nipples, feet, clit, ass, and even her insides were hurting terribly.  But that quickly faded as she moaned and was replaced with another warm glow that brought her right back to edge of sexual climax.  The stimulation continued, cycling back into ever increasing pain.  Again Cindy blacked out as her body rippled with another orgasm, only to wake in horrible agony.

“I didn’t know she’d cum so much,” Cindy’s dad said to the technician.

The man dressed in white nodded. “Absolutely.  A&E feels that a meat girl’s natural juices are the best sauce.  It’s all part of the tenderization process.  When my sister got done you should have seen what her cunt looked like.  It was bright pink, wide and accepting, and she was so sensitive that I could have made her cum just by dragging my finger over her clit.”

Robert gave the tech a disbelieving smile.  “I’m sure,” he said, not quite trusting the tech’s description.  Another scream of unbelievable pleasure from Cindy disrupted their conversation and Robert looked over to see his daughter bucking like mad on the machine.

“Oh, this is the good part!” exclaimed the technician.  “The interior dildo has been replaced by a rubber coated corkscrew shaped probe.  It is pretty massive near the base and will soften some of the connective tissue down there.”

Cindy’s eyes were wide open and her chest heaved in exertion as she struggled just to keep breathing under the onslaught of sexual torture.  Both nipples were hard little bumps that seemed to throb under the haphazard jolts of electricity that crossed over the delicate points.  Cindy’s clit seemed to be the focus however, and every moment was a mixture of clitoral stimulation and other torments.

“The cool thing about this machine is that it can sense what’s going on in the subject’s body,” the technician explained.  “It senses her arousal, the hormones in her bloodstream, her pulse, even the oxygenation of her blood.  Then it tailors the stimulation to keep her in a multi-orgasmic state.”Robert crossed his arms as Cindy let out another scream, clearly responding to a pain stimuli.  “How long can a girl be strapped to that thing?” he asked.

The technician blinked. “Uh… I don’t know.  We’ve always turned it off after three hours.”

Cindy’s father looked at the tech.  “Yeah, I get that, but what if you didn’t?  What would happen to her?  Would she just be locked into a never-ending cycle of cumming?”

“Well…” the technician said, pondering the idea. “I’m not sure it’s efficient, but I would imagine that eventually the subject would die.  The energy requirements are astronomical to keep cumming like that and that’s what we originally set the three hour limit.  Heck, in another forty minutes your daughter isn’t even going to be screaming.  She’ll just be whimpering, trying to conserve her energy, despite the fact that she’ll still be cumming.”

The tech’s brow narrowed. “And most of our subjects are very thirsty when they get off the machine.  That’s handled with an IV which is necessary considering they will be moving on to the Processing Room.”

Robert nodded as Cindy began a high pitched squeal, clearly experiencing another orgasm, thrashing wildly as her toes curled across the room.  “Well, that’s to be expected I suppose.  I’m kind of still in a daze.  We weren’t expecting Cindy to be processed today at all.  In fact, there were plans to get her enrolled tomorrow, or maybe if we were lucky, at the end of the day, so she could go into tenderizing.  I’m trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I’ll be having her for dinner.”

The technician nodded and both men continued to watch as Cindy was systematically reduced into a pile of cum-soaked, tenderized jelly.  As time marched on her head dipped backward and her eyes closed.  Her chest still heaved, but with deep, oxygen rich breaths, rather than the rapid hyperventilation of imminent sexual release.  Robert could see that her orgasms now were farther apart, needing much more stimulation to set off, and that her energy levels were quickly ebbing.  At one point, the EEG monitor displayed a symbol for sleep and Robert’s eyes widened as he realized his daughter was asleep on the chair, still being rapidly and thoroughly fucked with the machine piston dildo, as her body tried to recover sufficiently to accept and endure the torment.

The technician checked his watch. “Another twenty minutes and she’ll be done,” he said, standing up. “I’ve got to get the gurney and other equipment so we can move her to the processing chamber.” He put the control pad on the seat of his chair and nodded at Robert before moving off and leaving.

Robert took a deep breath and stood.  He walked over to the machine and reached out, running a finger down his teenage daughter’s cheek.  To his surprise, her eyes opened and she gave him a weak smile as her body continued to rock from the pressure of her impalation.

“Hi, daddy,” she whispered, barely able to speak.

“Hi baby.  You are doing great!” Robert Sterling said to his little princess.

“Thirsty,” she said to him, licking her lips.

He nodded sympathetically. “I know honey. I know. But you’re almost done and then you’ll be able to get that drink.”

Suddenly she grit her teeth, her face screwing up into an expression of endurance as she dealt with the shooting pain slamming up through her body.  Robert bent forward.

“What is it?  What does it feel like?” he asked her.

Whatever it was hurting her suddenly stopped and she slumped forward, her chin touching her chest.  She sucked in air to replenish herself.

“I… I can’t… I can’t Daddy.”

Robert sighed and put his hand on her head. “I understand.  Well, you just keep cumming and in a few minutes they’ll stop the machine and get you over to processing.”  He stayed and watched from a few feet away as Cindy continued to cycle through the various pleasure and pain torments inflicted on her.  At one point he put his hand on her foot and received a vicious shock for his stupidity. He cursed and shook his hand, feeling the terrible numbness.  How could she be handling shocks like that to the soles of her feet, her nipples, and her clit?

The technician finally returned, this time with a gurney and the other man dressed in white.  Robert Sterling stepped back as the two men went to Cindy and began prepping her for transfer, actually inserting the IV needle into her arm even before turning off the tenderizer.  The technician fiddled with his tablet again and a series of potent, full thrust blows hammered into her sex from below, setting her off again with another open throttle orgasm.  Cindy screamed and as she began to spiral down from the heights of pleasure, the technicians opened the IV flow.

In seconds she was unconscious and the worked rapidly to get her loose.  Robert stood off to the side and gasped when he saw his daughter’s loins. They were bright red, both the vaginal and anal openings big enough to insert a full sized hand.  Her clit was four times bigger than it naturally was, and her petals looked like they had been beaten raw.  Pussy juice poured from her sex as the techs moved her to the gurney.  They strapped her down and Robert grinned at seeing the straps.  Made of leather, the strap that went across Cindy’s chest actually split, allowing her breasts through the middle section of the strap.  As the leather was tightened, it actually made her bosom stick up through the slit in the strap, an enticing view that definitely encouraged the two technicians to rub, pinch and even suck on her nipples.

Robert followed as his daughter was rolled from the room and a moment later he found himself being directed into the observation section of a theatre operating room.  He sat down as the two technicians unstrapped the still unconscious Cindy and moved her into the operating chair.  

Similar to a gynecologist’s examination seat, the chair allowed for Cindy’s legs to be opened widely.  Her tenderized sex was now on full display and the two technicians both spent time checking her meat.  Her ankles were strapped in and her waist, arms, and neck were all strapped down.  It looked much more intrusive and violent than the video recording had made it out to be.  

Robert didn’t say anything when the technician opened the fly of his pants and quickly shoved himself into Cindy’s open slit.  He pistoned back and forth a few times, enjoying the sensation of her sopping wet sex, but evidently there was insufficient friction, so he stopped.  With a frown of disappointment, the tech pulled out and gave her cunt a hard slap, then zipped himself back up, sealing away his still aching dick.

A few minutes later the two technicians left, leaving Robert by himself.  As soon as he was alone, he couldn’t stop himself and moved over to his daughter.  Unzipping his own fly, he pulled out his swollen manhood and jammed it deeply into the still obviously large hole of her sex, feeling the warmth and moisture of her well pounded pussy.  It felt like the softest glove surrounding his shaft, or perhaps the light touch of a mouth.  He moved lightly, enjoying the sensation of screwing his well tenderized daughter, and within moments was ejaculating copious amounts of sperm into her swollen sex.

A sound at the door made him jerk and he pulled himself out of Cindy’s wet hole with a cry of surprise.  He looked back over his shoulder to see a woman dressed in lab coat come into the room.  She looked at Robert and smiled.

“Oh, don’t mind me!  I’m just here to get the machine set up!” she said politely.

Robert blinked and wiped his cock on Cindy’s leg. “Uh… I was done anyway.”

The woman was in her mid-twenties and had beautiful dark skin.  She gave him a beaming smile with a touch of disbelief and she looked down at his cock. “Are you sure?  This is the last time you’ll be able to fuck her with everything still inside.”

Robert nodded and shoved himself back into his pants.  “No, I’m good,” he declared stepping out of the way.

“I’m Olivia by the way,” the woman said, sticking out her hand.  Robert shook it. “Robert Sterling.”

Olivia smiled. “I know.”  She pressed a button on her small tablet computer and a metal probe lowered from a ceiling aperture.  Robert recognized the automated surgical unit that was responsible for cutting into the subject’s navel.  He glanced back at Olivia.

“Um, not to be forward, but I was just wondering…” he started to ask, but Olivia laughed, interrupting him.

“What’s a girl doing running things here in the processing room?” she asked.

Robert shrugged guiltily.  “You have to admit, it is a little odd.”

Olivia held out one arm. Tattooed in dark red ink, right on the wrist, was a symbol of a baby.  “I’m a breeder,” she said with pride.

“Oh.  That explains your age.  But it doesn’t explain what you’re doing here,” Robert protested.

Olivia smiled. “My father runs the division.  I practically grew up here at A&E, before they even called themselves that.”

Robert nodded. “I see.  So how many children have you had?” he asked. 

The woman sighed and suddenly seemed far away. “I’ve had three.  I’m pregnant already with my fourth though,” she said with pride.  Then she opened the lab coat and to Robert’s surprise she was totally naked underneath. There was a tiny swelling to her abdomen, but if she hadn’t told Robert she was pregnant, he would have assumed she needed to drop a few pounds. Her slit was shaven as if she expected to be processed for cooking any moment.

“Wow, you’re very beautiful,” Robert said quietly.  

Olivia grinned and winked. “Thanks.  I’ll be up for processing after this child is born and I’ve tried to stay in shape.  I’m hoping to keep my time in the tenderization station down to a week or so.”

Robert shrugged. “Or you could always go the fast route, and take the three hour version.”

Olivia shuddered. “Oh I don’t think so. I’d prefer the slow method.  Spending a week or two on my back, constantly being screwed by different men sounds much more appealing than spreading my legs for a machine that gives me three weeks’ worth of sex in as many hours.”  She walked over to the wall and a moment later a small door swung open.  Robert recognized the vacuum cutter machine and watched as Olivia tugged it free and moved it over to Cindy.  She positioned it between Cindy’s legs and pushed the anal attachment into Cindy’s bottom.  It didn’t take long, nor was it difficult. 

Olivia stepped up to Cindy’s abdomen and used a small bottle of disinfectant to clean the girl’s navel.  When she was done, she stepped back over to the machine and then typed a few commands into her tablet computer.

Robert stood there watching as the small probe from the ceiling dropped down.  He could see the tiny surgical scalpel attached to the end and it cut into his daughter’s belly button with a single movement.  It was just a touch disconcerting to see the metal probe disappear into Cindy’s guts, wriggling, around, but Robert knew that it was working its way to the top of the stomach.  There was a disturbing bulge just beneath her sternum and then her body seemed to jerk lightly.

“That was the clamp being applied and cutting the esophagus away from the stomach,” Olivia explained.

Suddenly the machine between Cindy’s legs began humming and there was a slurping sound that hadn’t been included in the video.  Robert watched as Cindy’s labia were sucked tight against the edges of the vacuum, and then there came the sound of something like wet mud slapping the insides of the machine.

“That’s the intestines being chopped and sent to the biowaste container,” Olivia said.

“Yuck,” Robert replied.

Olivia laughed. “Can’t cook a girl with all that in there!” she declared brightly.  She bent over the machine, putting her tablet on the edge.  She gave Robert a dark look and then lifted the back of her lab coat.

“Want to fuck my ass while she’s finished?” Olivia asked.

Robert blinked. “Uh… well I’d love to, but I just came in Cindy and I’m not sure I can get it up,” he admitted.

Olivia shrugged. “I can give you a blowjob while the machine finishes.  It’s already cut your daughter’s sphincter and will get just about everything in her.  It will beep if it needs me,” Olivia told him.

Robert shrugged and for the second time unzipped his pants.  Olivia dropped down, shrugging out of her lab coat so that all she was wearing was the thigh high white stockings and the high heels.  Her dark hair tumbled down to cover one breast, a fetching, teasing look.  She opened her mouth and took Robert into her hand, sucking on the tip before beginning a bobbing motion.  Another wet thunk came from the machine between Cindy’s legs and Robert watched as his daughter’s stomach started to deflate.  The skin literally sank down as it became apparent that Cindy’s internal organs were being removed from the heart down.  Her stomach, pancreas, gall bladder and both sets of intestines were gone.  That left her kidneys.  There was a scent of something hot as a few blood vessels were cauterized and then the surgical probe retracted.

Olivia ignored Cindy as the vacuum machine rumbled to a halt, instead focusing on the cock that was buried down her throat.  Robert couldn’t believe how talented Olivia was.  Finally he exploded, sending a small, but still respectable amount of cum down her throat.  She stood, wiping her lips with a grin, and then turned toward Cindy.

“Okay, she handled the surgery just fine. All vitals are good, but the clock is ticking now.  She’ll only be able to survive for another twenty hours before her body begins to shut down.  There’s nowhere for her to get nutrients, so that really changes the paradigm,” she said.

Robert finished securing his trousers as Olivia moved the machine out from between Cindy’s legs.  A spurt of blood shot out and splashed on the floor.

“Don’t worry. That’s normal!” Olivia said.

Robert nodded. “Okay. The reality has been a little different than the video made it seem,” he commented.

Olivia laughed.  “No kidding!  That was just a simulation, not a real processing.”  She bent down and wiped up the blood and then threw the towel into the vacuum machine.  She moved the cart back over to the wall and then got a second one from another recessed alcove. She brought it forward and began snapping on a pair of rubber gloves.  She looked over at Robert apologetically.

“This next part might be a little squeamish. I have to stuff her,” she said.

Robert shrugged. “Go ahead. If I have issues, I’ll leave.”

Part Four

Olivia grinned.  She opened the top of the cart and Robert saw a large container of A&E’s patented girl stuffing.  

“So what does that taste like?” he asked, pointing at the goop.  It didn’t look all that appealing.

“This?” Olivia asked, grabbing a handful and holding it up.  Some delicious aromas wafted up and it surprised Robert.  Olivia then turned and jammed her entire fist, filled with the stuffing, into Cindy’s sex.  Olivia pushed past the cervix and dumped the entire handful into the empty cavity that had previously held Cindy’s intestines.  “It’s actually not bad.  It’s a mixture of breading, celery, salt, thyme and rosemary.  Plus it has some chemicals that are not bad to eat and don’t hurt the taste, but help with the stabilization process of the meat girl.  There are some bacteria in the gut that might have made it through the vacuuming procedure and the stuffing acts like a sterilization agent.  There’s some citrus oils and stuff in it,” Olivia explained.  She tugged her hand out of Cindy’s cunt and dug her hand into the container for more.  

Robert watched as she refilled the interior of his daughter’s body cavity and after ten minutes Cindy was starting to look normal.

“So,” Olivia asked, “have you decided on a restaurant for your daughter already?” she asked.

Robert Sterling grunted. “No.  I’ve never eaten here, so I’m not sure what’s available.  One of the techs mentioned the pressure cooker, but I’m not sure that’s what I’m interested in,” he admitted.

Olivia laughed. “Well I’m planning on going at the French Cuisine eatery.  They use a guillotine.”

“That does sound appealing,” Robert said.

She laughed, sticking another fistful of stuffing into Cindy.  “Well, the reason I like the idea is because while you are in the guillotine there are three mechanically operated whips, one positioned to catch your ass, and another beneath you so that the leather strikes your breasts, and the last one hits your clit” she said.  “Then guests throw balls at three different buttons which activate the correct whip.”

Robert chuckled. “Ahh… midway games.  Sounds like fun.  But I don’t understand how the guillotine fits in.”

Olivia withdrew her fist and grabbed another handful of stuffing.  This time, she jammed it in Cindy’s ass, thrusting her hand all the way up to the elbow.  Robert blinked in surprise.

“It’s simple,” Olivia said.  “The blade is attached to a rope and whoever is in the stock beneath the blade has the rope in her mouth.”

“Ohh! I get it!” Robert said suddenly.  “The whipping comes as a surprise, which means you have to really hold the rope tight or it comes down, killing you.  What happens if you get tired?” he asked.

Olivia drew a finger across her neck and grinned.

“Wow.  That does sound interesting.  Guess it’s for girls that want to go out whipped.  But doesn’t that damage the meat?” Robert asked.

Olivia shrugged. “Maybe a little, but I’ve been told that French Cooking does a lot of breakdown so it doesn’t matter much.  The sauces cover up any of the damage, and from what I’ve been told, a cunt fillet without a few stripes on it just doesn’t look right.”  She shoved another handful of stuffing into Cindy and then grunted in satisfaction.  “What do you think? Does she look normal?” Olivia asked.

Robert looked at his daughter. Except for the tiny red mark in her belly button, and they raw, swollen look of her sex and ass, Cindy looked perfect.  He nodded as Olivia stripped off the glove and pushed the cart back to the alcove.  A wall panel slid forward, hiding the cart.

Olivia dusted off her hands and walked back over to Cindy.  She pulled a small hypodermic needle from her coat pocket and stuck it into a shunt on the IV.  A moment later Cindy let out a tiny moan.

“Well, that’s it.  It will take her about thirty minutes to really wake up, but as soon as she feels up to it, you can take her out.  She should be able to walk without difficulty.  Just exit the room and follow the blue line to the restaurant deck,” Olivia said, securing her lab coat across her front again.

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you doesn’t seem to be enough,” he said honestly, sticking out his hand. Olivia shook it.  

“Not a problem!  It’s the kind of service we like to give here at A&E!” she said proudly.

Robert nodded. “You do your company proud.  Wish I could be here to eat you when you finally get popped.  Or at least be there to throw a ball or two.  Where do you like to be whipped the most?” he asked.

Olivia laughed and then adopted a conspiratorial pose.  “Don’t tell anyone, but I like it on my clit!”

Robert nodded. “Gottcha,” he said.

She turned back and pointed to Cindy. “If you want to speed up the recovery process, I recommend clitoral massage.  Nothing painful mind you, since she’s so swollen you don’t want to inflict any damage on her.  But using the pads of your fingers, or better yet, your tongue, will definitely make her wake up and want to move sooner.”

Robert blinked. “What if she wants cock?” he asked.

Olivia shrugged. “That’s fine.  All of her nerves are still in place and her vagina is still whole, it just lacks a back, so sex is fine.  If you’re up for it,” she said with a grin. She quickly went through and released the straps holding Cindy down.

He laid a hand on Cindy’s thigh and caressed his daughter.  “Thanks again. This has been a special privilege to get to do all this.”

Olivia reached out and put a soft hand on Robert’s forearm. “She’ll do great.  She looks delectable.”

He laughed. “She’s a sweetie, but with a bit of spice.  I hope that’s how they cook her.”

Olivia’s eyebrow went up. “Then try the Oriental Kitchen.  They’ve got hibachi to die for. Literally.”  Then she grabbed her tablet computer and walked out, leaving Robert with his daughter.

He waited patiently for her to wake up and began the slow, gentle strokes Olivia mentioned.  It didn’t take long and when Cindy’s eyes opened she mewled in pleasure at the sensation coming from between her legs.  

“Oh, daddy…” she whispered.

“Hey baby, how ya doing?” he asked.

Cindy swallowed. “I want a drink, but I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing either,” she whispered.

Robert laughed and continued rubbing her clit with his thumb.  “Well there isn’t any water here, but as soon as you are up for it, we can go the restaurant deck and get you something to drink.”

“Okay, just make me cum now, daddy.”  

Robert did as she asked until her entire body shook with a quiet and relaxed orgasm.  Her breathing slowed again and she sighed with relief. “I have no idea why I was so horny!”  Her eyes opened wide.  “Oh my God! Have I been processed!” she asked.

Robert nodded and Cindy struggled to sit up.  She looked down at her belly and then the swollen redness of her loins and she gasped.  “I don’t feel any different!” she declared.

“I think that’s the point,” Robert commented, his hand on her spine. “But really, doesn’t your cunt feel a little… tender?” he asked.

Cindy reached down between her legs and lightly touched her clit. In seconds there was another powerful surge of sexual bliss that blasted up through her and she ended up putting her head into Robert shoulder and crying out lightly. It took a few moments to compose herself, but she did, finally looking up.

“Guess there are some differences,” she said stoically.

“No kidding,” Robert said.  Cindy swung her legs off the table and clung to her father as she found her footing. To his surprise she was able to stand on her own within a minute.

“This has got to be the fastest recovery from surgery I’ve ever seen,” he said. “I’m surprised you aren’t in shock considering what that machine did to you.”

Cindy nodded. “But really, I just feel a bit… raw.  Does that make sense?” she said.

Robert shook his head. “Not really, except in the sense of being tender.”

She frowned. “No, I feel like I’ve been sandblasted, and not just my skin, or my pussy, but my insides.  Or maybe sandblasted isn’t the right word either. I feel like I’ve swallowed a firehose and then had the water turned on full blast until it was gushing out of every pore.”

“Well, if you’re ready for that drink of water, we can head on out,” Robert said to her.

Cindy smiled.  “Daddy, I’m ready.”

***

A thousand scents filled the air of the restaurant deck and Robert Sterling stood at the entrance in dumbfounded amazement.  Hundreds of people walked around the facility.  Restaurants of various cuisines dominated the concourse, but there were also tons of small specialty shops sporting every kind of product imaginable.  Most people were dressed, but there were enough naked women in the crowd to keep it from being a spectacle.  Each restaurant sported some sort of specialty in execution and almost immediately Robert began to imagine Cindy involved in some of the more intricate slaughters.

“Daddy! Look at that!” Cindy said, clutching at her father’s arm.  Robert’s gaze followed to where his daughter was pointing and his eyes widened in surprise.  A giant wheel, easily forty feet in diameter, was mounted on a shaft teen feet off the ground.  Hanging every few feet from the wheel rim, slowly spinning, were meat girls, each with their ankles bound tight, and their wrists behind their back.  Many of the girl’s sported purple faces, the lack of oxygen clear as the nooses around each girl’s neck pulled tight.  

A moment later the wheel stopped and some of the girls, over two-thirds of them, were granted a sudden reprieve as wooden platforms, each only a foot wide and a foot deep, gave some of the girls purchase.  But six of the girls on the wheel continued to dangle, their legs kicking wildly as they struggled to find breath.  

Robert watched as one girl who had lost the lottery too many times was pulled from her noose, her head lolling to the side, the bulging eyes and extended tongue a sure sign of death by strangulation.  From a look at some of the other girls, it wouldn’t be long before there was another dead swinger.  

But as the dead meat girl was pulled from the noose, a fresh girl was led up.  It was here that Robert saw the operator of the wheel clip a vibrating clamp to the girl’s clit before adjusting the length of the rope and slipping the nose over the girl’s head.  From the twitching of the girl’s hips, it was obvious she was in the throes of sexual release, but as the wheel started up she was pulled unceremoniously off the stand to dangle in open air.  Her face immediately darkened and she began kicking, trying to find enough purchase to relieve the pressure on her throat.

“That’s interesting,” Cindy said.

Robert looked down at her. “Is that what you want to do?  Swing?”

She laughed. “Only if that’s what you want for me, daddy.  But I’d prefer something more… intense.”

“Well, there certainly is enough here for that,” he said, taking her hand and moving down the line.  Meatgirls roamed the halls and they approached a line forming near the edge of the second floor.  Robert glanced over the railing and gasped.

“Those girls haven’t been processed!” he said.  Sure enough, a line of girls stood waiting in line underneath a sign that said “unprocessed girls only.”  He maneuvered himself and Cindy closer and watched as one girl straddled what looked to be a wooden saw horse, except with a pointed and uncomfortable edge digging into the petals of her sex.  Two large hooks were connected to the girl’s ankle cuffs, and Robert could see the hooks attached to lines.  In a flash, he realized that the lines would pull downward on the girl, putting even more pressure on her bruised and swollen slit.

Then the wooden horse began vibrating violently and everyone around the girl started cheering.  Her eyes rolled wildly as it became readily apparent she was close to cumming and trying very hard not to.  Her toes curled and as she gasped out in ecstasy, the wooden horse seemed to part, the top edge splitting to reveal a blade.  Robert estimated that her legs must have been under tension, with at least a hundred pounds on each side, because the metal knife blade slit her open, blood gushing from the wound as she fucked herself on the sharpness.  With each thrust of her loins, combined with the downward pull of the lines, she literally sheared herself in half.  Screaming out in orgasmic ecstasy, the lines suddenly pulled even more and she was split right up the middle, blood bursting as her body was hauled off the blade mounted horse and into two halves.  She flipped upside down and her now sightless eyes could peer across the eight feet of space to where her right arm and leg and half her torso now hung.

“Damn. Now that’s intense,” Robert said, swallowing.

Cindy was close to hyperventilating and her hand was feverishly working her clit.  Robert eyed his daughter, more than a little disturbed that she found such a garish and provocative execution so arousing. 

“You okay?” he asked.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

Robert’s eyebrow went up. “Come on, let’s find you a drink.”

He took her elbow and pulled her away from the wooden horse station even as another beautiful, young teenager waved at her parents and allowed her wrists to be bound.  The blade had again disappeared into the duller edge and her feet were wrapped in leather anklets. The hooks were attached and then the motor started, vibrating the girl, who seemed to swoon in ecstasy.  Robert pulled Cindy away, who stood there in rapture, watching.

There was a drink vender pushing a cart and he stopped the man. “Can we get a drink of water?  My daughter here is thirsty.”

The man gave Cindy a quick look and then grinned. “She’s been processed, right?”

Robert blinked. “Yes. How can you tell?”  

The man laughed.  “Look at her cunt, man.  She’s been tenderized.  Girls who are here unprocessed have limited cooking options, but can do just about anything else. Your meat girl however is not allowed to drink anything but cum juice.  That’s standard for processed meat girls.”

“Cum juice?” Robert asked.

The vendor nodded. “There’s a fountain over there,” he pointed down the concourse.  Just past the soup place.”

Robert thanked the man and pulled Cindy onward.  The smells of cooking meat filled the air and they both turned to gape at the next restaurant on the circuit, a soup place that clearly liked to boil their meat girls live.  A series of pots sat on an open flame grill set low and in each pot simmered a meat girl.  A sign nearby specified only processed girls were allowed and Robert could see that the first four girls were animated and talking with each other, their breasts bobbing in the soup stock.

Cindy didn’t hesitate but walked right up to the chattering girls.  “Hi!  Sorry to intrude, but what does that feel like?” she said, ignoring the three other girls, the ones who had clearly already succumbed to the heat.  One girl was merely passed out, her chin caught on the lip of the pot, keeping her from drowning, while the other two had already sunk underneath the stock.

One of the live girls giggled. “It isn’t bad at all!” she declared.  “I’m Polly,” she introduced herself.  “It’s supposed to be an easy way to go.  In the kitchen you’re fucked with a variety of vegetables and then they season your clit and labia with this stuff that makes you tingle when you get in the pot.  I’ve got a leek in my ass and a zucchini in my pussy and I haven’t been able to stop masturbating since I got in here,” Polly declared.

Cindy grinned. “Isn’t the water hot?” she asked, dipping a finger in.  Cindy gasped and yanked her finger back immediately.  It was already red and looked scaled.

Polly made a clicking sound with her tongue. “They put us in with the water cold and heat us up slowly.  I won’t be done for another hour at least,” she scolded.

Robert stepped up to his daughter and took her wrist. “Are you okay?” he demanded.

Cindy shrugged. “It stings a little. The water doesn’t look that hot.”

Robert sighed. “Well, if you want to boil, you have to do it like these girls, and start cold,” he said, pointing to the kitchen entrance where the cooks were prepping another large soup pot.

Cindy shook her head. “I don’t think so.  It looks fun, but sitting still like this isn’t how want to go.”

“So how do you want to go?” Polly asked.  Cindy shrugged. “I need something intense, something sharp.”

One of the other girls rolled her eyes. “Another live spitter,” she said sarcastically.  “I swear, you girls with your dreams of being roasted live.”

Cindy frowned. “Well, I wasn’t exactly meaning that, but…” her voice trailed off.

At that moment, Robert saw the sign for the cum juice fountain and he tugged on Cindy’s arm. “Still thirsty?” he asked.  His daughter looked at him and nodded.

“Hey!  Feel free to come back and have some soup!” Polly said as they started to walk off.  They moved out of the soup kitchen area, passing a chowder with girl bits floating in it, and turned left.  Robert had only seen the sign and paused in shock as he took in the sight of four young, unprocessed meat girls, who were all strapped to a wooden stock.  Their knees were spread widely and one by one processed girls slid themselves between the open legs and began licking at the bound girl’s sex.

Several of the girls were young.  Each was barely pubescent, but the overwhelming and seemingly non-stop lesbian licking was certainly making each girl gush. Cindy looked on for just a second before getting into line.  A moment later she was crawling up underneath a petite little brunette with pigtails who ground her exposed labia into Cindy’s face.  Cindy licked at the little nub of a clit, which was already bright pink, no doubt from being constantly licked throughout the day.  Robert watched as juice poured down, soaking his daughter’s face.  She licked it up and literally sucked the girl’s sex into her mouth, sating her own thirst even as the juice girl cried out in orgasmic bliss.

When Cindy came up for air and slipped out from under the moaning girl, she grinned enthusiastically at her dad.  “Why couldn’t I have had THAT job when I was fourteen?” she asked wickedly.  

Robert rolled his eyes. “Because it’s inappropriate, that’s why!” he said with a disapproving stare. 

Cindy laughed. “You’re fine with your seventeen year old daughter being cooked alive, as well as incest, objects, anal sex, and sadism/masochism, but you get the willies about little girls?  Dad… I’m almost embarrassed!”

Robert frowned. “Let’s move on,” he said with authority.  Cindy grinned but licked her lips and went to his side.  Again they joined the throngs of people moving up and down the concourse.  Naked girls were everywhere and the cacophony of people talking, eating, shouting at each other, even cheering, all punctuated by the very real cries of both agony and ecstasy, made the concourse a lively place.  

Vendors were everywhere. You could buy a picture of your meat girl and you standing in front of an A&E logo.  You could munch on little samplers of girl bits.  There were flavored oils, massage stands were unprocessed meat girls rubbed and then fucked their clients, totally available for purchase in a later meal.  And there were even processed girls wandering around in groups, obviously friends with their fellow graduates from tenderizing, exploring the different venues and talking animatedly how they planned to have themselves snuffed and cooked.

The next restaurant was aimed at Mexican Cuisine, but it wasn’t the food, or even the amazing fajita grilling that originally drew Cindy’s attention.  Instead there was some sort of commotion going on where a meat girl had been strung up by her hands and feet, except belly down.  Her belly was distended, which seemed odd considering the stuffing Cindy knew was inside her own abdominal cavity.  Robert stood next to her and then snagged a waiter and asked him what was going on.

“Oh, senor, bienvendidos to Dos Chicas Restaurante!” the waiter said. He nodded toward the girl hanging from the ceiling and grinned.  “That is the lovely Senorita Consuela, who is here to celebrate her quincenera!” he announced.

“Her quincenera?” Robert asked.  “What’s she doing tied to the ceiling?  That can’t be comfortable!” he declared.

The waiter grinned and cocked his head. “You know what a piñata is?” he asked.  

Robert’s eyes widened.  The waited nodded. “Yes, she is stuffed with a vibrator and her belly filled with presents.  In a few moments she will be beaten with a stick until she opens.  Then she will be placed on the grill and made into the best fajitas you will ever taste!” 

Robert swallowed but turned back to watch the grisly scene. Already there was a boy who was marched up to Consuela.  He held a thick stick and after he was blindfolded and spun, directed too swing at the bound girl.

The first stroke missed and the catcalls were filled with advice, mostly to aim higher.  The boy did again and this time managed to land a harsh blow across Consuela’s torso, flattening one thick breast and leaving a brutal red line down across her stomach to her hips.  The girl screamed, her hips bucking, but that didn’t stop the child from swinging again.  There was the audible sound of ribs cracking and the crowd cheered again.  The beating continued and the boy was switched out for another young man who continued to swing his stick wildly against the bound girl.

“I’m not sure this is what I’m interested in,” said Cindy, who was watching with a sort of sick fascination. Even Robert had to admit that this was a bit much. 

I thought A&E prided itself on orgasms,” he said, mostly to himself.

And then suddenly Consuela split open, her belly cut.  A pile of what looked like small plastic spheres fell from her belly and bounced on the floor and the children nearby swarmed like flies.  Each plastic ball held a toy and then Consuela was being lowered, her beaten body bloody and bruised.  The cooks didn’t waste time with her either, but literally threw her on a hot grill as she screamed.  A second grate was lowered down, trapping her flat against the burning hot metal and locking her in place.  She let out another scream as smoke seemed to burst from her body as her skin browned and darkened almost immediately.  

One of the cooks began splashing some sort of oil on her and the scent of Mexican spices filled Robert’s nose.  The grill was suddenly rotated and they caught sight of Conseula’s eyes. Clearly she was in agony, but still alive, and the cook splattered her front side with the oil and marinade.  Then she was pushed back down to the heat.  All Robert heard was another whimper and then nothing.

“I’m not really in the mood for Mexican,” Cindy declared.

Robert shook his head. “I can’t imagine they do that for every meat girl,” he protested.

“Does it matter?” Cindy asked.

“Well we should at least look, right?” he said.

They moved through the crowd and glanced in the kitchen.  Several girls were already there and evidently live grilling was the plan.  While two girls were bound against the wall, mounted on vibrating phalluses and cumming like crazy, one girl was spread out on a large cutting board getting a spice rub.  The cooks were having fun with it too, working the spices and oils into her nipples, labia, and clit with vigorous movements and giving the girl another orgasm.  Finally she was lifted and placed in a metal cage, one that clearly had served as not only restraint, but as cooking method as well, since the ends were clearly meant as spits.  Robert and Cindy followed her out as she was carried by two cooks and placed over a fire.  She started rotating, already feeling the heat sizzle the oil coating her skin.

“Okay, that doesn’t look so bad,” Cindy admitted.

“Not as bad as the piñata thingy, right?” Robert asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, but still not particularly my thing.

“Well, let’s keep moving. Eventually you’ll see a way you want to go, right?”

Cindy put her hand on her dad’s arm. “Daddy?  Do you want me to grill?” she asked him seriously.

“Not if you don’t want it honey,” he said softly.

“But you do want me to grill?” she asked.

Robert took a deep breath. “I wouldn’t mind it, but you need to understand that your pleasure is what matters to me. I would prefer you getting fucked while you die, not just before. So the Mexican place isn’t really high on my list.

Cindy sighed. “Okay.  I mean, if you wanted me on the grill, I’d have gone straight in there and volunteered.”

Robert smiled. “I know you would, baby.”

They started walking again and Cindy looked up at her dad. “I know I shouldn’t be admitting to this, but the thing with that piñata girl sort of turned me on.”

Robert looked down at his daughter. “You horny?” he asked.

She nodded. “Everything here is practically a turn on,” she said.  She pointed at a nearby vendor who was selling nipple clamps.  “Everything is about sex and food and girls cumming and then going,” she joked.

Robert laughed and then stopped at the vendor.  He tugged out his wallet as the vendor grinned at Cindy.

“What will it be, little lady?  Some simple pressure clamps to keep your mind off your pussy and on your tits?  Or something with a little more bite?” he asked.

Cindy looked at the assortment and frowned. “These all look a little tame,” she said. “Don’t you have some that actually hurt?” she asked.

The vendor's eyes widened and he pulled out a second card from his coat.  He held up the clamps and let Cindy see them.  

“Which one hurts the worst?” she asked.

The vendor fingered the one on the end. “This one is guaranteed to bring tears to your eyes.  The metal teeth are sharp and totally capable of ripping off your cute little nipple if tugged on the wrong way.”

“Daddy?  I want them,” Cindy announced.

Robert laughed and nodded. “We’ll take two,” he said to the vendor.

“Three,” Cindy corrected.

Both men looked at her with wide eyes. “Three?” the vendor asked.  

Cindy nodded.  “I’m too wet, too desperate. I need something to focus on besides wanting to cum constantly.  I want three.”

“Cindy? Are you sure?”

The teenager nodded as the vendor took Robert’s money and quickly plucked three of the alligator clamps out of his collection.  He held them out with a look of incredulity as Cindy took them.

“I um… I’d be willing to give you a set of weights for free, if you’d grant me the privilege of putting the third clamp on your clit,” the vendor said softly.

Cindy grinned, but was already pinching open the first of the clamps.  She positioned it over her nipple and the metal teeth bit into the soft flesh.  As it closed she let out a sharp groan that morphed into a whimper.  Robert winced, seeing the pain in her eyes.  But that didn’t stop her as she took the second clamp and set it munching on her other breast.  Finally she was only holding the third clamp. Rather than putting it on herself, she held it out to the vendor.

“Free stuff is cool,” she said, her voice trembling from the pulse, pressure, and pain of the clamps on her nipples.

The vendor knelt down and to Robert’s surprise, pressed his face between Cindy’s thighs.  She spread her legs, arching her back and thrusting her hips forward as his tongue darted against her clitoris.  In moments she was grinding herself again him and when she finally seemed close to orgasm he pulled away, lifting his hand.  Robert found himself holding his daughter in a bear hug when the cruel metal clamp was attached to her clit and she let out a piercing scream.

Cindy settled down a moment later, but her eyes were still a little wild and it was clear the pain was getting to her.  Her nipples appeared bright pink and the swollen nub of her clit was distended and crushed beneath the metal jaws of the clitoral clamp.  Her hips wouldn’t stop jerking and the clamp vendor merely stared.

“Sir, that is one fine piece of meat.  Do you know where she’ll be served?” he asked Robert.

Cindy’s father shrugged. “Not sure yet.  She hasn’t decided,” he told the clamp vendor.  The man shook his head disappointed.  Then he blinked and reached back into his coat.

“Oh, here are the weights I offered,” he said, holding out a trio of one pound steel weights, each with hooks.”

Robert waved his hand. “Oh, just put them on her,” he said.

The vendor grinned and refocused on Cindy.  She was still clearly in agony and as the vendor began hanging the extra poundage on her breasts, she let out a loud moan and curled her arms up underneath her bosom.  Finally he bent down and gently hooked the weight on the alligator clamp chewing on her clit.  Then with a cruel smile, he let go of the weight and allowed it to free fall a few inches until the hook and clitoral clamp caught it up short.  Cindy let out another squeal and grabbed hold of her father, shaking with the pain.

“Amazing girl,” the vendor said again, sighing with drama.

Part Five

“Come on, sweetie.”  Robert Sterling wrapped an arm around his daughter and began walking her down the concourse again.  It curved off to their right and they passed a Mediterranean restaurant.  Robert couldn’t help coming to a halt as one of the processed girls was helped up onto a small platform in the center of the dining area.  She carefully skirted a small, fourteen inch steel spike that stuck up from the center of a circular area, but then allowed the cooks to help her sit down on it.  The spike slipped into her ass easily and her legs and arms were then twisted around her torso and bound.  A vibrating clamp was attached to her clit and then her hair was pulled back and put into a reflective, heat proof bag.  Through the entire process, Robert could see the look of bliss on the girl’s face as she clearly experienced extreme sexual pleasure at her predicament.  

A moment later the cooks brought out the heat lamp and four blistering hot thermal plates were arranged around the girl.  One of the cooks basted her, brushing a mixture of olive oil and other spices over her exposed body, making sure to tease her delicate and quite pointed nipples.  She began bouncing and a moment later she made a gurgling noise, her loins rocking back and forth.  Her eyes widened and she tried to say something, but suddenly looked as if she were going to throw up.  Robert gasped himself when the steel spike that had gone up through her ass emerged from her open mouth.  There was a tiny hole near the tip and suddenly she had air again, her chest heaving desperately as the girl coped with her new position.

Heat began pouring down on her and in less than a minute she began to cook, painfully wriggling on the spike even as she turned slowly in circles.  Another orgasm came and went for the girl and Robert looked down at his own daughter.  

“Well?  Is that something you could live with?” he asked.

“You mean die with,” Cindy said tightly.  The pain of her clamps was reflected in her eyes.

“Why on earth did you decide to wear those alligators on your tits and clit?” Robert asked his daughter.

Cindy bit her lip. “You wouldn’t understand it, dad.”

Robert shook his head.  “I suppose.”

She grabbed his hand, feigning a more cheerful enthusiasm and pulled him forward. “Come on! Let’s see what’s next!” she said.

Robert followed her down the concourse.  He spotted the guillotine Olivia had mentioned during Cindy’s surgical procedure and he paused for a moment to watch various passersby toss brightly colored balls at three different steel plates.  Each plate was attached to a sensor that, when tripped, caused one of the three various whipping machines to lash out with a thin quirt, striking the bent over and bound girl. 

There was a blond in the stocks at that moment and her bottom was crisscrossed with about a dozen bright red lines, some welts deep enough that small beads of blood welled to the surface.  Her back was arched and since her legs were also obscenely spread, Robert could see a good deal of the cunt.  Both side were laced with a hash of crimson marks and it was clear that the whip was long enough to actually hit her anus, striking at the blond girl’s perineum even as the greatest amount of impact was saved for the girl’s sex and clit.  Robert wondered if her breasts sported a similar set of marks and figured it was likely.

There was a clang as one of the balls struck a metal plate and then the pussy whip shot out.  The black leather struck the girl’s flesh and she screamed.  To Robert’s shock, the rope suddenly slipped from her mouth and the cry ended in a guttural gurgle even as blood gushed out against the fallen chunk of steel.  Her body fell and Robert saw the blond girl’s head roll off to the side where it was picked up and held aloft by the cook.  The girl was still blinking, mouth open in a soundless, breathless gasp.

“Ugh… no thanks!” Cindy said.  She pushed past her father and he had to take a few quick steps to catch up to her.  They pushed forward and Robert noticed that Cindy seemed to be handling the clamps a bit better.  Her eyes seemed to brighten and her usual energetic and cheerful self began to reemerge.

“Are you doing okay?  You seem to be a bit more chipper,” her dad asked.

Cindy grinned and put a hand under her right breast, giving it a little jiggle as she turned toward him. “You mean these?  They’re just throbbing now instead of hurting so bad.  Guess the body can get used to almost anything, right?” 

Robert smiled and bent down, kissing the top of her head. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

She laughed.  “Come on, dad.  I want to see what’s going on in the next place!”  She grabbed his hand again and practically pulled him forward.

In the center of the dining area of the next eatery was a shallow steel tub the size of a pool table.  It was empty and about four inches of an oily, reddish brown fluid swirled in the bottom.  Cindy peered at it, then pointed out the manacles at each far end.  Robert nodded and then walked around to the other side.

“Look here,” he said to Cindy, pointing to a hand crank that was mounted in the side of the tub.

“Ok, I’m curious,” she said.

Just at that moment one of the cooks led out a beautiful brown haired girl with short curls.  Her skin was milky white and her wrists were bound with twine.  She had a huge smile on her face.  The cook held a strange looking staff that was capped on the end with what appeared to be a rubber screw, except it was as thick as his arm.

“Excuse me,” he said politely to Robert. “I need to start this girl marinating.”

“Oh, my apologies,” Robert replied and stepped back, pulling Cindy with him.  They stood off to a corner to watch.

The twine on the girl’s wrists was cut and the cook literally picked her up and laid her gently down in the marinade.  She let out a little gasp as the oil touched her skin, but allowed herself to be submersed in it.  There was a ridge for her head, keeping her nose and mouth out of the water, as well as most of her hair.  Then the cook put his hands in the tub, found her wrists, and began securing them down.  Next he moved to the opposite side, the end with the crank, and spread the girl's legs to the edges of the tub.  Two more steel manacles made sure her feet were firmly set and only then did the cook take up his corkscrew tipped spear.  

Robert could see that the tip wasn’t sharp and it didn’t take a genius to realize that whatever the spear was for, it wasn’t for penetration.  But it still surprised Robert when the cook slipped the corkscrew dildo into the girl’s cunt, giving it a playful turn.  He snapped the end of the spear into the crank shaft, adjusting the length of the spear at the same time.  With the corkscrew embedded almost fully in the girl’s sex, it was barely in view through the oil.  

The cook moved back up the brunette’s body and tugged some sort of wire framework out from under the tub.  Two wires dangled down from the framework, which crossed over the girl’s body, just above her breasts.  Capping each wire was a clamp, ones that looked eerily similar to the ones Cindy sported.  The cook flicked the brunette girl’s nipples hard, eliciting tiny cries which then turned to full throated screams as he pinched open the clamps and set them on the tips of the girl’s breasts.  Then he walked away.

Within seconds several guests stepped up to the tub.  One began wildly cranking the wheel at the base, causing the corkscrew dildo to spin inside the girl, all while pumping in and out at the same time.  It clearly was stimulating her, because her moans were loud and her thighs were jerking, setting the oil sloshing.  But the most interesting torment was the tiny crank at the top of the clamp frame.  One man twisted this, drawing up the wires, pulling the brunette girl’s breasts upward.  Then, at the very moment when Robert thought her nipples were going to be ripped off and the girl was screaming in both agony and ecstasy, there was a metallic snap and the clamps lowered.  Evidently there was a catch release and while the girl’s nipples remained firmly clamped, the frame was no longer pulling on her breasts.

Of course someone else stepped up to the marinating tub and began cranking her bosom back upward.  It only took a minute or two to repeat the process and even as the guy spinning the cock moved away, clearly pleased with himself, another came forward and tried to crank the corkscrew cock even faster.

“Damn, I wonder how long she’s going to have to endure that,” muttered Robert.  But the cook heard him.

“All meat is marinated for an hour,” he said with a grin.  After that they are taken to our public kitchen and spitted.  If you step over that way, I think you can see the last girl we pulled out of the marinade.”

Cindy grabbed her father. “Please daddy? I want to see her fuck the spit!”

Robert chuckled and nodded, letting his daughter lead him.  They left the brunette cumming in the marinating tub and followed their noses.  The scent of cooking meat and the visible sign of flames up a head made finding the spitting and roasting grotto easy and there was already a crowd.  In the center of the cooking area was a platform and there was already another short haired blond girl kneeling patiently while the cooks prepared the spitting frame.  Her skin was an unusual shade of brown, as if she had been stuck in a tanning booth, or even used some of that fake chemical tan.  But then Robert realized it was just the marinade.  His eyes moved to the spitting frame.  

Robert was familiar with the process, though it appeared a few changes had been made by the A&E technicians.  The cooks tapped the girl on the shoulder and she stood, stepping over to the spitting frame where she again kneeled, only this time with her body in a perfectly level position.  A chin support kept her head up and her body was locked into place as her feet were pulled upward and back, so that all of her weight was on the center block under her ribs.  It didn’t look comfortable.

A massive bulb headed vibrator was moved into position, set against her clit, and turned on.  It roared to life and was easily heard over the crowd.  Its effect on the girl however was immediate and electric.  She squealed and began thrusting, twisting her ass in a lewd and provocative manner.  One of the cooks put his hand on the blonde’s bottom and began rubbing his finger over her anus, sending the girl into even more spasms.  She clearly liked it.  And with her responding to the stimulation, the other cook slowly began inserting the giant steel spit.

“It’s hollow, isn’t it?” Cindy asked her father.  Robert nodded.

“Yes, dear heart.  It is reinforced with nano-carbon, for extra strength, but the inside is hollow and the reason there are tiny holes in it is so that after it enters the windpipe it can still allow the girl to breath.  That way she can be roasted live.”

“That looks… amazing,” Cindy said as the first few inches of the steel spit entered the girl’s sex.  Evidently she felt it because her motions changed and she began fucking the spit.  Her cries of orgasm came next and Robert watched as first a foot, then three feet of steel rod disappeared into her body.

“She must be a processed girl, otherwise that would really hurt,” Robert said to his daughter.  She nodded, pointing to a nearby sign that said “Processed Meatgirls Only.”  

The cook with his finger up the blonde’s ass nodded at the other one and as the blonde began another clear orgasm, the spit was moved with more force.  Suddenly she gasped, eyes wide, her mind trying to understand the new sensations.  The cook slowly worked the steel rod forward and then suddenly the blonde girl coughed, a spurt of red blood emerging from her throat.  It was followed a second later by the sharpened steel point.  It came out from between her lips and she made a gagging sound, eyes wild in pain and terror.  But then there was a gurgle and her lungs, which had been denied air for a few seconds, sucked in fresh air through the spit itself.

The fucking continued however as the cooks slid more of the spit through her until she was fairly balanced.  An anal probe was stuck into her ass and clamped to the spit, ostensibly to keep her from spinning on it, while two small crossbars were stuck through holes in the spit and locked into place.  Next her wrists and ankles were bound to the crossbars with wire.  The cooks lifted her up and carried her over to one of the outdoor fires.  It only took them a few seconds to get her spit set up in the autorotator and she squealed as she felt the heat bathing her breasts.  But almost instantly she began to spin, her breasts turning away from the heat as her buttocks were exposed.  

Cindy started making some soft noises and Robert turned to see his daughter stuffing her fingers up between her legs.  Evidently the alligator clamp on her clit hadn’t doused her sufficiently because she was furiously rubbing, eyes focused on the spitted girl who was still fucking the metal rod embedded in her body.  Cindy suddenly shook, her eyes unfocused, tugging on the alligator clamp.

Robert grinned.  

There were other roasting girls, but all of them were in various stages of completion.  One girl was already dead as a doornail, her meat well cooked and smoke and steam pouring from her.  Pieces of flesh were already missing as cooks literally carved her right there, removing her breast cutlets, and her buttocks.  One cook had already deftly cut out the cunt filet, slicing from the vaginal opening to the anus in order to remove it from around the spit.  

The other two girls were still alive, though one was almost finished.  Only the gentle movement of her chest laboring for air betrayed her and already her breasts were well cooked.  The third girl was still in the throes of the final moment, her body overloaded with both sexual stimulation and pain.  Like the girl who was just spitted, she showed spark, her body merely red from the heat as she turned over the fire.

“So is this how you want to go?” Robert asked his daughter as she showed signs of recovering from her orgasm.

She swallowed and nodded. “At least if I don’t see anything more spectacular,” she said.

Robert grinned. “Well I can understand that.  We’re only three quarters of the way around the concourse, so there might be something that appeals to you more than this.”

Cindy shrugged. “If there is, there is.  I’m ready to go see it though!”

Together they moved on, leaving the spitting grotto and moving on through the restaurant ring.  A few feet farther along there was another line by a sign that said “Water Washing Booth – have your unprocessed meat girl washed before cooking!”   Cindy stopped, curious, and looked around the line.  Robert tapped her on the arm.

“This way. There is a viewing area on the other side of the line.” 

Cindy grinned and followed her dad.  Moving around the line they saw a row of what could only be called high pressure water guns.  Strapped to a moving conveyor belt about five feet away were the girls from the line, their legs spread wide and their ankles locked into harnesses that kept them from closing themselves up.  With their hands bound behind them and straps on their waist, they were the perfect targets for the men, and even some giggling, naked meat girls, who aimed the high pressure water cannons right at the bound girls’ exposed pussies.  Squeals and screams sounded repeatedly as clits were smashed flat and labia flapped under the torrent of water.  But what attracted Cindy’s attention was that after a few rounds on the conveyor, one of the girls would be removed and taken over to an enema machine.  This was kept mostly out of the view of the public and obviously there were sanitary considerations.  But as soon as the girls were cleaned out, one by one they were taken to a plastic box at the very front of the area.  Inside was a dildo mounted on a stick, and Cindy could see that there were small streams of water bubbling out of tiny holes on the dildo.  

Cindy watched as one girl, finished with her enemas, was walked forward.  The attendant opened one side of the tall plastic box and helped the girl in.  She stood up on tiptoe and allowed herself to straddle the dildo on the stick.  Or perhaps it was a pipe, Cindy admitted to herself.  Either way the cute black haired beauty was soon impaled.  Her feet were locked into heavy binders.  Next her hands were tied behind her back and a waterproof vibrating clamp was attached to her clit by the attendant.  He stepped out of the box and shut the watertight door, which started up the pumps.

Water sprayed out from between the girl’s legs, splattering the clear plastic walls of her death chamber.  Cindy could see the mounted dildo begin a strong up and down movement, almost lifting the girl off her feet.  The black haired girl’s mouth was open and it was obvious she was in the throes of sexual climax.  When she came, the dildo spurted more water and Cindy saw that there were already several inches lapping at the girl’s ankles, still locked in the steel binders.  

The flow spurting from the black haired girl’s pussy ebbed as the girl peaked and then began the laborious climb back up the sexual mountain, aiming for the pinnacle, but within another two or three minutes she had another orgasm.  Again, gallons of fluid were added to the rising tide and it wasn’t long before another orgasm brought the level of the water to the girl’s hips.   

“I have to give them credit, I like this one,” Robert said.

Cindy looked up at him. “Unprocessed girls only,” she pointed out.

He nodded. “I know, but I still like it.”  He pointed at the water gun line. “Those girls are in essence getting tenderized.  They spend thirty or so minutes getting their cunts waterblasted before their enemas.  Then they get fucked in the drowning chamber, and even better, it’s their own orgasms that actually push them closer to drowning.”

Cindy shrugged.  “Not my preferred way to go,” she said as they watched the water rise up the black haired girl’s body.  It was already up to her breasts now and as she had another orgasm, it rose to her mouth.  In seconds she was trying get above the water, but the ankle cuffs holding her down gave her no room to move.  Then, as the dildo continued to pound into her the water rose above her eyes.  She held her breath, getting more frantic and panicked as the seconds passed.  Her body jerked with the continued fucking from the piston like dildo.  But then her eyes glazed, her body relaxed, and a small series of bubbles escaped from her mouth.  

“Well, that’s that,” Robert said as the crowd clapped enthusiastically.  The attendant came over and pressed a button on a control panel and the water drained almost immediately, flushed downward into a reservoir.  He unclipped the dead girl’s ankles and pulled her wet, limp body off the dildo.

 Cindy shook her head.  “Too wet for me.”  She turned and started to move away and Robert went after her.  They had only moved down the concourse a few feet before they encountered something different.  There was a small crowd around what looked like a tiny merry-go-round, except rather than horses, there were six seats.  Each was color coded black and red and a metallic colored rubber ball sat in the center of the circle on a pedestal.

“Want to play young lady?  We have room for one more!” the hawker asked as Cindy stepped up to the railing that surrounded what was obviously a large roulette wheel.  A sign above it said “Pleasure and Pain.”

Cindy shook her head. “I hardly want to go out on that thing.”

The man laughed. “Oh no, this won’t kill you.  It’s a simple game of chance. You pay for a slot, sit down on the anal plug, and the wheel spins.  The ball falls and for three minutes five of the contestants get unbearable pleasure!”

Cindy’s eyebrow went up.  “And what does the sixth girl get?” she asked.

The attendant’s face went deliberately dark and scary. “Pain,” he intoned.

Robert had stepped up too. “What sort of pain?” he asked.

The attendant grinned and put a finger to the bridge of his nose. “All I can say is that it won’t damage the meat girl and you can play whether you are processed or al natural.”  He glanced back at Cindy. “With those clamps, I’m guessing you could handle it even if you lost.  But why worry about it?  You’ve got a five in six chance of just having a powerful orgasm.  That’s worth the risk, right?”

Cindy suddenly laughed. “Oh, why the hell not.  Daddy?”

Robert chuckled and handed a few dollars over to the attendant.  The man opened the rail and let Cindy in.

“You’ll have to remove the clitoral clamp.  I’d hate for that to affect the outcome.”

Cindy nodded and reached down between her legs. She pinched the alligator clamp open and pulled it away from her clit, letting out a cry as the blood rushed back into the crushed nub.

“Ohh.. I know.  It’s painful.  Don’t worry, chances are you’ll be cumming and going soon enough!”  The attendant held out his hand and helped Cindy climb up on the roulette wheel.  She took her place with the other five girls, all who were watching her intently, and sat down.  The thick anal probe went up her ass and Cindy groaned, shifting in her seat as she was buckled in.  She did notice that to open the buckle, one needed a special key, which only the attendant had.  Lastly, her wrists were clamped near her shoulders, making sure that she couldn’t even touch the belt.  Then the attendant stepped back and moved next to an antiquated lever. 

Robert tapped the attendant on the arm.  “Is there any way to rig the wheel?” he asked.

The attendant laughed. “You want your meat girl to lose, right governor?”  He shook his head. “Sorry, mate.  But there’s no way to do it.  She’s got a one in six chance of getting hit with the shocks, but that’s the way it is.”  He threw the switch and the wheel started moving. Cindy held on as they spun.  It was actually fun and after two revolutions at increasing speed, with all the girls squealing in fun, the silver ball dropped.

Cindy watched the ball like a hawk as it bounced around the interior of the wheel, ricocheting off of spokes and dancing.  Once it landed in the slot in front of her and her eyes widened, but it bounced back out and continued its journey.  Then the wheel began slowing and the roulette ball landed in the pocket of the girl next to Cindy.  The loser was a dark skinned black girl with huge brown eyes and near perfect physique.  She cried out in shock as the wheel spun down and when it came to a stop she pulled on the ankle cuffs, only to find she was just as stuck as the other girls.

A metallic grinding came from the center of the wheel and a six armed apparatus emerged.  It spun and Cindy saw five arms swing out, each with a thick, multi-probed dildo.  But the black girl next to her didn’t get that.  Instead she got some sort of metal prod sporting two studs.  Cindy watched as the dildo moved forward and then pushed its way into her sex, almost instantly vibrating.  The other two probes moved upward and downward, and Cindy felt the vibrations against both her clit and anus.  It was absolutely an exquisite sensation.

But her pleasure was suddenly interrupted by the shouting cry of the black girl who was jerking wildly as the metal probe between her legs began delivering electrical shocks to her clit.  Her hips churned, but did little more than to make sure her labia were also on the delivering end of the electric prod.  Cindy watched as sparks actually jumped across to hit the girl between the legs.

Despite the agonizing cries of the gorgeous black girl, Cindy knew she was close to cumming and she wasn’t the only one.  The other girls along the wheel were all gasping and rocking, their hips moving up and down in desperation and Cindy wasn’t far behind.  A first wave of orgasmic ecstasy rocked through her, followed by two more, and she again felt as if her brain had been blasted away with the incredible mixture of adrenaline and endorphins that left her feeling breathless and languid.

Finally the black girl was merely crying and the attendant began walking around the circle, loosening each girl.  He finished with the black girl and Cindy, who was already climbing out of the wheel, her loins wet and slick with her own juices, watched as the girl’s family came up, big smiles on their faces, congratulating the black girl.

Cindy stepped up to her father. “Gosh, it almost looks like they wanted her to lose,” she said, turning to him. “Thanks for not being like that.”

Robert’s smile disappeared and he looked down at his feet for a moment.

“Dad?  Seriously?” Cindy asked.

“Well, you have to admit, it would have been a shock,” Robert replied.

Cindy laughed. “Want me to ride it again?” she asked eagerly.

Robert shook his head. “No. There’s no way to rig it.  You could end up just having orgasm after orgasm.”

Cindy looked eager. “That’s fine!” she declared.

He laughed. “I don’t have the money for you to ride indefinitely.  Sorry honey, but if you want to hurt, you’ll need to choose an actual restaurant.”

“Miss?” the attendant called out.  “Here’s your clit clamp,” he said, holding out the steel alligator clamp.

“Oh! Thanks!” Cindy said, taking it from him.  She turned and handed it to her father.

“You want me to put this on you?” he asked. 

Cindy shook her head. “Not right now. I’m really, really sensitive and not on edge thanks to the roulette wheel.  Hold on to it for right now and maybe I’ll wear it later.”

Robert tucked it away with a nod.  “Now what?” he asked.

Cindy Sterling grinned and pointed down the concourse.  “We go see what else there is to do here!” she said brightly.  “I wouldn’t mind something giving my breasts some attention!” she said, bouncing her still clamped nipples up and down.

“You are a glutton for punishment!” Robert declared, giving her a light swat on the ass.  Cindy let out a mock squeal and scooted away from him.  She gave him a glare and then moved off, forcing Robert to follow.

They passed a stir-fry restaurant that was obviously serving fried girl bits, mostly on skewers.  But the intriguing part was the steel cutting form.  It was a series of blades, interlocked into a pattern creating two inch squares.  As Cindy and Robert watched, one of the restaurant’s meat girls was brought forward.  She climbed up the steps and the cook positioned a small clip on vibrator to the girl’s clit.  Cindy noticed that the blades formed a larger-than-normal square around the loin and figured that was for the vibrator.  Then the large steel backing was moved forward until the blades just barely touched the girl’s breasts.

“Will this be quick?” the cue little redhead asked.

The cook smiled.  “The second you cum the blades will dice you. You won’t feel it.”

“And my head will be all right?  My dad wants it mounted.”

The laughed. “It might get a bruise when it falls, but yes, your head will be fine.”

The girl grinned. “Good. Okay. I want to cum now.”

With a flick of a switch the machine activated and the girl gasped as her clit was stimulated.  Cindy couldn’t help but watch as the girl’s hips jerked and she thrust forward.  In fact, her movements were so wild that her nipples accidentally hit the blades in front of her and small slices appeared on her breasts.  The girl went nuts, the pain adding to the pleasure and a moment later she exploded with a cry of pleasure that made Cindy wet.  But then there was a click and the metal backing the girl was pressed against slammed forward, driving her against the blades.  In the space of a second, her entire body, bones and all, were sheared into two inch cubes, falling through the grid of blades and landing in a pile, just a few feet from Cindy.  Cindy gasped, her eyes wide in shock as her eyes caught sight of the girl’s clit, still clamped and swollen, spurting cum.  The vibrator was even buzzing!

Then there came a thunk as the dead girl’s head fell from the top of the blade form and landed on the pile. Her mouth was open wide, as were her eyes, and she was still blinking.  It took almost eight or nine seconds for the girl’s eyes to stop moving, taking on the normal still gaze of death.

“Wow,” said Robert.

Cindy swallowed and pulled her dad away.

“Not your thing either?” he asked as they stepped out of the cooking area.

She shook her head.  “I want to cum while dying, not as a trigger, I think.”

Robert shrugged. “Your choice. I’m not picky.”

Arm in arm, they continued down the concourse, taking in the smells and sights.  For a while they stood in front of the barbeque joint and watched as a cute brunette was loaded into a smoker, stuffed with a vibrator, and locked in.  She died in minutes from smoke inhalation, coughing horribly, but cumming all the same.  A little further down was the restaurant that had a pressure cooker at the large group tables.  Robert pointed them out to his daughter and Cindy thought the idea of being able to converse with your family while cooking was pretty cool, but still not for her.

There were more midway games too, most of them meant for unprocessed girls.  Cindy stopped and watched the Butt Hammer game where a meat girl was positioned above a cone shaped plug.  One of the bystanders would then throw a ball at a release plate and if lucky, trigger the hammer, which fell downward, landing on the lever, and smashing the cone shaped plug into the anus of the girl.  Some girls were loose and open, accepting the cone all the way. Some tightened up and rolled away screaming.  Cindy shook her head because every girl ended up crying.

There were vibrating horse rides, ice baths with ice dildos, full body oil massages, and a number of stations dedicated to giving men everything from blowjobs to actual sex.  Naked girls were strung up, legs spread, their bodies available for practically every deviant sex practice available.

They had almost gone the full loop when Robert finally spotted the Japanese Hibachi grill and he pulled his daughter over.  As expected, the cooking grill was actually set in the middle of the table, but with an extension that really intrigued Robert.  He turned toward his daughter.

“Cindy, remember how you said you’d be willing to go anyway I wanted?”

His daughter’s eyes widened slightly and Robert took a big breath.

“Well, this is how I want you to cook,” he said, pointing at the table.

She blinked. “Dad, I’m speechless,” she said.

Robert looked embarrassed. “You didn’t seem super enthusiastic about the other restaurants, but if you really want, we can go back….” He stammered.

Cindy smiled softly and put her hand out, taking his arm. “Dad, no.  If this is what you want then I am totally willing.  But…” she paused. “It’s going to hurt, right dad?”

He nodded. “I think so, from what I’ve heard.”

She grinned. “Then I’m okay with it.  But I do have one more request.”

Robert’s eyebrow went up.

“Take me back to that fucking station and do me, just one more time before dinner?” she begged.

Robert laughed and wrapped his arm around her, giving her a hug.  They quickly backtracked and a moment later Robert watched as Cindy was laid out on one of the fucking benches, her legs up in the air, her wet and swollen hole on perfect display.  Robert stepped right up, his cock out and he plunged it into his daughter’s body with a grunt of satisfaction.  Fucking her wildly, he plucked the alligator clamp out of his pocket and paused long enough to attach it to her clit, eliciting a crowd-pleasing scream from Cindy’s throat.  Finally he came, blasting a thick spurt of white cream up into her stuffing filled depths.

He left her on the fucking stand for twenty more minutes as three more men came up and used her.  It was sufficient to pay for the stand and the binding and when she was removed she had a glazed look in her eye and a vapid smile on her face.  Robert helped her back down to the hibachi place and stepped into the restaurant.  

“Kon Ben Wa,” the greeter said with a slight bow.  “You wish to submit your meat girl for hibachi?” the man asked.  Robert nodded.  “We would.”

“Excellent!” the man said.  “We have several guests waiting for an appropriate meal.  Please come with me!” 

Robert and Cindy followed the greeter who led them through the restaurant.  There was another hibachi table operating, but Cindy couldn’t really see what was happening, though she could tell there was one meat girl for the seven people seated there.  But she was pushed forward by Robert and Cindy suddenly found herself at another hibachi table, where there were a number of men and even a few well dressed women, sitting around, drinking sake and conversing.  Cindy’s eyes opened wide as she recognized Mr. Stone.

“Well! Isn’t this a surprise! It’s good to see you again Ms. Sterling!” Mr. Stone said, putting down his drink and standing.  He went straight to Robert and shook his hand.  “Mr. Sterling, I’m astounded at my luck.  Will we have the honor of dining upon your daughter this evening?” Stone asked.

Robert nodded with a grin. “That’s correct Mr. Stone. It’s been quite a day.”

“I can imagine!” Stone replied. He turned to the other guests. “I’m pleased to tell all of you that Cindy here was processed with our new patented three hour tenderizer this morning.”  Mr. Stone looked at Cindy. “Would you mind allowing the guests to check your tenderness, my dear?”

“Of course not!” Cindy said and obediently stepped up to the first man.  His fingers found her slit and of course, the alligator clamp.  He tugged on it and she groaned.

“An alligator clamp? How darling!” the man said.  He pulled his fingers away and put them to his mouth, tasting her.  “Delicious!” he declared.

Cindy moved down the line and suffered the exact same probing and touch from each of them.  Only the women were gentle and one whispered in her ear, telling her how much she envied Cindy.  Finally Mr. Stone was there and he took her hand.

“Now let me take you to your seat of honor!” 

Mr. Stone led Cindy to the center of the back of the table where there was a strange seat.  In the center was a phallus, but around it, in a chevron shape, was a thin opening, almost a cutout.  Straps were attached to the seat and Mr. Stone gestured for her to sit.  Cindy did and gasped as the huge dildo went deeply into her sex.  Almost instantly it began vibrating as well and the hibachi cook stepped up and began strapping her down.

Next her hands were bound behind her back and Cindy fought the urge to cum right then and there.  She could see her father sitting nearby, but the cook and his grill were between her and the other guests.  A pressure plate was pulled out and placed against her stomach, which supported her as she was asked to lean forward.  A moment later her breasts dangled downward.  

“I have to remove your clamps,” the cook said in heavily accented English.  Then as she nodded, he unclipped the alligator clamps attached to her nipples and held them out to Robert.

Cindy cried out as the blood rushed back into her nipples, but the cook immediately began massaging her breasts, rubbing some sort of dark scented sesame oil into her tits.  He wiped his hands on his towel and then pushed her forward.  Cindy gasped as she felt the heat of the grill and it combined with the pounding vibrations she was getting between her legs.  The chef squirted more oil onto the griddle before them and began laying out an array of vegetables, from peppers to onions.  It was quite a show and the heat bathed Cindy’s bosom.  Admittedly, she was having trouble paying attention to the theatrics thanks to the increasingly distracting sexual stimulation.  She missed the onion volcano and the knife play and began panting in orgasmic release.

But then the chef reached out and swung an arm downward.  Cindy cried out, still in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy, even as the chef moved her into position.  Her full breasts landed on the hot grill, instantly sizzling, the nipples turning brown in seconds.  The heat was unbearable and Cindy screamed, the burning pain searing her even as she popped in explosive heat.  With a super sharp knife, the chef carved off the girl’s nipples, letting the fresh blood splatter the grill and pop in the oil, sending droplets of burning oil across Cindy’s flesh.

He moved fast, grilling more and more of Cindy’s breasts as he cut fresh strips, adding them to the pile of sautéed onions and peppers.  Salt and white pepper and garlic were added and Cindy’s screams quieted into something more appropriate for a dinner venue.  She sobbed uncontrollably, but still suffered from the unceasing pounding between her legs.  The first helping of Cindy was served to Robert, the second to Mr. Stone. Both men dug in using forks, rather than chopsticks and Cindy watched through her tears as her father ate.

The pain in her breasts began to recede as the heat of the grill cauterized her wounds.  While she was left there, bent over the grill, the vibrator seemed to move slightly and once again her clit seemed to swell with need.  She began panting, close to exploding again, and when she did cum, there was a searing sharp pain that started at her anus and slid violently around in a circle, circumnavigating her entire cunt.  Since most of her weight was still on the belly plate, now positioned under her, the cook moved to her rear and with a quick flick of his knife and another scream of anguish from Cindy, separated her entire cunt fillet from her bleeding body.

Cindy’s eyes widened as she saw her own sex land on the grill in front of her, the juices sizzling.  She coughed and wriggled, but the dildo, which no longer was translating any sexual sensation, held her in place.  Her eyes started to blur and she coughed up a bit of blood which splattered the grill.  Her body continued to sizzle and she felt a knife cut into her buttocks. More pain exploded through her and then mercifully, it went dark.  Her last thought was of her father.

The chef put the loin cut on the grill and the group continued to eat, even as the chef finished carving up the dead girl.  Robert ate every bite, conversing quietly with Mr. Stone about the efficiency of A&E Enterprises and the amazing processing.  They split the cunt steak and Robert couldn’t help but lick the swollen clit that was presented to him, a clit he had often licked and sucked.  When the other guests laughed, he smiled sheepishly and stabbed it with his fork, popping it into his mouth.

Finally dinner was over and Robert stood.  Mr. Stone joined him and together they walked out of the restaurant.  

“So what do you think, Mr. Sterling?  Would you be willing to endorse A&E?”

Robert nodded. “Absolutely.  This place is amazing, Mr. Stone.  You’ve outdone yourself.”

John Stone laughed. “Not me. I’m just a spokesman for the board, Mr. Sterling.  But I have to ask.  You’ve got another daughter at home according to the meat registry.  Will you be bringing her to us soon?”

Robert Sterling smiled and shook Mr. Stone’s hand.  “Absolutely.”