by Bluebeard
Dr.Jagdish Mithal's sensitive tongue perceived a subtle change in taste as he and his friend Khan munched on the steaming hot sausages and sipped the ice cold whiskey alternatively. Khan enquired if they tasted better or worse than before. "Better" replied Jagdish. Khan smiled and told him, "It's the spices. I no longer depend on the supplier for the spices, as we installed the Italian wet-grinders last week".
Khan smiled to himself, as he recalled the history of his restaurant which had become talk of the town. From a temporary shed with asbestos roofing, it had developed into a posh gathering place for the gourmet population of the city. No catering joint - the ultra-expensive five star lounges included - could dish out this kind of taste. No one knew the secret of his cooking, though, with the exception of selected members of his staff and the Mithal family. Khan's family was traditionally in the catering business. They had many family-secret recipes and methods, but Khan's own secret was known to none in the family. Everything mattered for the final taste - from the ageing of the spices and cooking temperatures to the choice of the meat. It was choice of the meat that made his serves unique - the source of the meat was human!
He had inherited his late father's highway restaurant which was humble, but business picked up with the increasing highway traffic. He was able to acquire a large plot of land that went cheap, being in the outskirts. There, he built a more permanent and more appealing dining hall. His economic status grew steadily, until the day he picked up a female hitchhiker while driving from a neighbouring town. After that, the status of his joint changed rapidly from a modest highway-hop to a restaurant of class. She was in her early twenties, dressed in a pink saree and had a sexy figure that was driving Khan horny. In the casual chat he found that Anita (that was her name) was actually running away from her newly married husband, to escape harassment by in-laws for dowry. It was pretty dark when they entered city limits. He offered to let her stay for the night as she didn't seem to know anyone in the city, and she accepted it gratefully. Once inside his house he lost control and proceeded to outrage her modesty. Before she realised his intentions her clothes were torn from her body and she was under his muscles on the bed. He was too strong for her struggles, and penetrated her even as she begged him with tears. He exploded into her in a massive orgasm, and it was then that he realised the state he was in! She found him slackening for a moment, pulled herself free and made for the door. Before she could turn the latch, a bronze miniature bust of Gandhi from a nearby cupboard landed squarely on the back of her head. She slumped to the floor unconscious, and his mind raced for the next course of action. He thought of strangulation and burial, when a wild idea sparked in his brain.
He dragged her limp body to the kitchen, tied her ankles together with a nylon rope and hoisted her on a ceiling hook. Even in this state she looked splendid! He lost no time in removing the drain-filter to avoid choking, and then slit her throat. He moved aside to avoid getting the gushing blood on his clothes. He then went about skinning the lovely animal - a painstaking job as the animal was human, with tightly bonded skin. After he was finished with the flaying, he continued with the butchering process, till he had secured all the useful meat and then hammered the bones into small chips - so that he could carry it easily in a sack to bury in the back-yard. After deeply embedding all the wastes in the hole he dug up, he filled it, spread dry leaves over it and went back into the kitchen. It took him another hour or so to get the meat slices to resemble beef cuts, and dumped it in the fridge. The next day he took it to the restaurant's kitchen, fine-chopped some of it and soaked the pieces in a marinade he prepared himself. Some of the cuts were minced for gulabis (meat-balls) and so on, and he gave instructions to the cook. He lingered in the lounge the whole of that day to see the response of his customers. Whoever tasted the special meat dishes ordered more of the same - the Kababs (a typical Indian barbeque) got over in an instant! The new items on the menu were a hit. He followed it up the succeeding week with the same dishes - this time the meat was his maid servant. And that was the beginning of a new era in his venture. Life was never the same again.
One Friday evening he was playing solitaire on his PC in the Manager's cabin of the restaurant, when Jagdish - a total stranger then - knocked on his door. Jagdish's medical background made him recognise the bone on the steak that was served, as a human rib. Khan's face showed no deviation from the pleasant smile as he cautiously reached for the revolver in his drawer. But the subsequent statement from this client did widen his eybrows. In an instant they recognised each other's mind, and soon became close pals and, more significantly, long-term business confederates.
The Mithal family owned a Tea-estate on the Ghat slopes. The seven Mithal brothers belonged to the present generation, but three generations of the family was presently represented on the estate. Apart from the brothers, there were six of their cousins - four males and two females - offsprings of the senior Mithal's brother who died in an accident more than ten years back. All together, they were a big and closely knit family. The Mithals were a breed apart in terms of their tastes and lifestyles. For instance, the wives of the three brothers (the others were not married yet) were used as common property by all the men, including the senior Mithal and the teenaged youngster. Their sexual patterns were bizzare and had no limitations - incest and orgies were normal ways of life. The three beautiful ladies had no idea of this lifestyle when they landed, but had grown accustomed in course of time. In fact, they enjoyed the guiltless sexual variety. The only times they detested were occassions when they had to perform bestial duties with canine members of the family - a German Shepard and two Great Danes. The Great Danes had a terrifying effect on the ladies, with their beastly organs and the sheer muscular capacity to hold down the subject, on command. What the Mithal audience savoured most was the afermath - the canine beast dragging the agonised female around by the enormous knot anckored snuggly in her cunt. There were other women in the family, of course - but had been eliminated because they did not fit into the Mithal standards. The last one to go was Shilpa, the earlier wife of Ajit. She revolted on being used as a sex toy by the other brothers, and even one of their siblings. But being alone, she had no physical strength to resist the males. She had no choice but to submit to the shameful abuse, and hopefully wait for an opportunity to escape. Once outside this prison, she had resolved to expose these deviants. She made the mistake of voicing this as a threat when she was forced to suck her father-in-law's cock, while her husband's brother butt-fucked her.
The foundation was being laid for constructing a mechanised seive unit near one of the processing plants. One evening, after she was made to perform in a bestial copulation with a Great Dane for the pleasure of all the male Mithals and the elderly lady, Shilpa was tied to the steel skeleton of one of the pillars under construction, and sealed in concrete mortar, live. Apart from these 'daughters-in-law', the Mithals also used the female pluckers, the wives and daughters of some of the male workers. The workers were too well paid to even think of complaining - in fact, some of them were keen on 'leasing out' their spouses, daughters and sisters on long-term or 'permanent' basis because it meant larger remunerations. Virgin daughters and sisters always earned handsome compensations. The whole workforce belonged to a tribal race that was characterised by a gross over-ratio of females to males. The females that were once a burden for the men, now were considered assets of value after the Mithals introduced this culture. It was this, and a newly established 'recruitment' channel that made Jagdish and his brothers business allies of Khan - a fairly good source of meat for his restaurant. Though the Mithals had been regular consumers of his dishes, it was after they were into his 'secret' that they became ardent connoisseurs of cannibalism. Khan often catered to their 'custom' requirements for special parties and the like. In return, they had created an almost regular supply channel for quality raw material to Khan's kitchen.
Jagdish's new request interested Khan. Dr.Jagdish Mithal ran a clinic in the city, which he visited twice or thrice a week. He was, in fact, a Neuro Surgeon of good repute, and even had a few papers to his credit in medical journals. His new nurse, Ms.Cynthia was an Anglo-Indian and was in the process of seducing the wealthy doctor for securing herself a bright future. Jagdish made note of her special efforts, but remained passive until he had all her background and family information. It was then that he allowed her to 'service' him. The first time was just a blow job in his office room, but a willing Cynthia was soon degraded to a personal sex-slave. She had an extremely sensuous body - no flabiness anywhere, but had just the right measure of fat distributed in the right places. She was a delight to fuck, but in his mind's eye, would make a sumptuous long-pig roast! He made plans for her, and for her twin sister, too...
The Mithals were celebrating the 65th birthday of their father and founder of the estate, the Senior Mithal. The dinner was Khan's responsibility, and Khan had planned a traditional Indian cuisine. Jagdish had taken him to his clinic where he introduced Cynthia and her sister Helena, mainly to give him an idea of the meat. Khan was pleased with the 'chicks'. Cynthia's taught and shapely body would be excellent for a tandoori roast. Helena, despite being her twin, was vastly different in build. Her plump form was gracefully filled out, with extra large breasts which, with her sonish face made her extremely sensual - an overcompensation for lack of the slender feminine shape. He had different plans for this one. He discussed the general menu with Jagdish, and after a day or two gave him a list of items he would need. These were things he could not arrange himself, such as twelve liters of human milk for the curd and the tandoori oven which had to be constructed to suit the present requirements.
The conventional Indian tandoori oven is a charcoal-fired earthern structure with thick walls. Loading access is from the top, and the marinated chicken is skewered and introduced from the hole on the top; the spike rests at an oblique angle from the vertical. The traditional masala for the tandoori chicken recipe required curd made from cow's milk, but this one was Khan's special. Jagdish had little problem arranging it - he had a very cooperative work force. After herding the nursing females, he went about the milking by himself, with the special milking machine he had bought at a fetish store in Holland during a conference-visit. He had collected over fourteen liters, to which Khan added the seeding curd, stirred up and stored in the cellar for fermenting.
A few days before the dinner party, Jagdish had invited the nurse and her buxom sister for a little 'holiday' at the estate, which they accepted with enthusiasm. He drove them to an isolated guest-house which was lavishly furnished. The luxury of the place held them in speechless wonder as he took them on a guided tour of what looked like an ordinary building from the outside. He then excused himself as he had some urgent agenda in hand. It was like a dream world for the two sisters, and they wanted to soak in as much of it as possible... With no knowledge of their fate a few days hence, they set about exploring the place. The refrigerator was full with a variety of beverages and crystal-clear water. They did not, however, notice the total absence of solid foodstuff. The apartment had plenty to keep them occupied for days. Helena was engaged with the TV when Cynthia called her over to the computer - She had found something interesting. It was a game she unwittingly opened. The texture and colour of the graphics with an erotic background and tantalising music caught her attention.
The game was a project of Girish, Ajay Mithal's son who had just finished his software engineering. His original creation was nothing more than an interactive animation to entertain his grandfather, the senior Mithal. A set of quite realistic 3-D images of a nude female that can be impaled and rosted on a java fire by the user - it interested the Senior much more than as a plaything. The senior Mithal used to be an amateur magician in his younger days, and had extensively experimented on mass hypnosis techniques. His grandson's little software sparked a very novel idea in his experienced brain. The ensuing weeks found the Senior and his grandson in sonish excitement before the computer. The result was the game that was now holding Cynthia and Helena in absolute concentration as they became part of the cyber realm. This being the first real test of his software, Girish eagerly watched the progress on the two luscious women on his monitor. The high resolution camera was an integral part of the video monitor the girls were watching with gleam in their eyes. The game was aimed at female players, and the objective of the player was to entice a handsome masculine chef to butcher and cook her. In the multi-player mode, an aditional element of eliminating competition was included. The background music and sounds had embedded commands which, aided by the game context, transformed the player into willing meat for a cannibal kitchen. Girish observed the gradual changes the game was bringing on the ladies. Very encouraging, indeed!
They were so absorbed in the game that it was late night when they started feeling hungry. Since there was nothing to eat, they filled their tummies with fruit juices from the fridge. They were oblivious to the passing of two full days, competing desparately with each other in the cyberworld to become meat. The third morning Jagdish met them and took them to the ad-hoc kitchen set up for the special event. The sight of the kitchen triggered the right senses in the two girls - it was a seemless transport from cyber world to the real - and the competition continued... The young ladies were now fully conditioned - mentally and physically. Their bodies had been flushed of all contaminents by the liquid-only diet.
Khan the chef twirled the long wooden spoon into the tandoori masala and touched a finger-tip to taste the reddish marinade. The masala contained twenty three individual spices in precise proportions. He was assisted by three of his staff and the Mithal youngsters. When Cynthia and Helena were brought to him he bade them to undress. The girls who would never have undressed in the presence of so many males, showed no hesitation in their present states of mind. It seemed a natural thing to do, to present themselves to the cook in the nude. Khan ran his hands over Cynthia's body, cupping and pinching various parts in the manner of inspecting the meat. Then he did the same to Helena, and made a sign to his assistant who led the girls to an adjoining enclosure which had the right equipment for cleaning out their internals. Both were given enemas, bladder-flush and also had their stomachs flushed with long nozzles inserted down their throats. After the cleanup their body hairs were shaved, and were washed with a hose. Khan took Helena and made her lie on her back on the wooden table in the kitchen. After securing her limbs with nylon ropes to the table's legs, he took out a 50ml vet's syringe with an 18-guage needle. He dipped the needle into a bottle with a peculiar shape and drew out the dark-brown liquid from it till the syringe was full. It was one of Khan's own formulae - a condensed distillate of a certain combination of spices diluted in rice-vinegar. Quite pungent to taste, but had a profound effect on live meat - that is, when used as an in-vivo marinade. After manipulating Helena's left nipple to erection, he gripped the immense breast with one hand and inserted the needle right through the nipple. His action caused her to emit a deffening scream, attracting everyone's attention. Khan seemed undisturbed as he withdrew the needle, keeping a measured pressure on the plunger all the while - leaving a streak of the strong liquid along the needle's path inside the fleshy mamary. When the needle was almost out, he stopped withdrawing and reinserted in an oblique angle - drawing out an even louder scream. After covering all the zones in the vicinity of the nipple, he withdrew the needle and applied it half-way between the nipple and the base. He repeated this around the half-globe, and again repeated the injections around the very base - taking care not to cross the rib-cage. Helena's screams seemed to keep those present in a good state of entertainment, as every male in the vicinity was now sporting a very noticeable bulge in his crotch.
Khan repeated the procedure on the other breast of the meaty girl on the table. He then kept the syringe aside and grabbed her left breast with both hands - it was huge even for two hands! He started massaging it as his assistant did the same on the right breast. The girl struggled and wriggled in agony from the caustic liquid spice that covered the entire mass of her sensitive mamaries. Khan and his assistant gradually increased the force on the fleshy gobes till the four hands were kneading them with great vigour. The purpose was to aid blood flow into the region and to distribute the marinade homogeneously throughout the tit-meat. Helena experienced a strange feeling, something she had never felt before - a mixture of extreme pain and an erotic tickling sensation, and she was getting wet in her crotch. When she was freed from the restraints she wriggled like a worm cast into fire. She felt like her breasts were on fire, as the pungent-hot spice mixture was doing its work. She found it difficult to balance herself as she was seated on a cold metalic chair. For the men in the kitchen, it was an arousing sight. The voluptous breasts decorated with tiny red dots all over the surface - like an erotically decorated bride in an Indian myth offering herself to her rightful owner on the wedding night - was a sight to remember. The mamoth globes continually twitched involuntarily, as though they were independent life forms with their own locomotions.
While Helena was left to complete the marination of her meat globes, Khan turned his attention to Cynthia, who was to be the center piece. She had been watching with great intensiveness the procedures administered on her lovely sister, and the scene had caused her to secrete a significant quantity of her love-juice that was dripping down her inner thighs. In Khan's experience, the meat of a human female tasted substantially better if she was stimulated sexually before the kill. He made her stand, and instructed his burly assistant to undress and couple with her. The assistant, who was in an advanced state of erection had little difficulty getting his manhood into the lubricated love-channel of this lovely meat-to-be. As he rammed himself in and out of her cunt, young Girish could no longer control his instincts and joined the assistant, from the rear. He too, had a manhood of commendable proportions, and had to use quite some force to gain entry into the virgin anus. Cynthia who had never before been taken from the rear, climaxed as soon as Girish made a complete insertion. His cock could feel the palpitation of her vaginal muscles around the older man's cock. Both the males continued doublefucking her with vigour. They could feel each other's cock sliding next-door. This was a first-time sensation for Girish, and he was approaching an orgasm fast. Meanwhile, Cynthia reached another orgasm. Sensing this, Khan's assistant increased his pace, and so did Girish. As the men were considerably taller than the female, her feet went off the ground every time they made an upward stroke and she almost lost balance. The men lent helping hands - one each - to hold her in position. They used her nicely rounded breasts as a hold. The tempo of the strokes increased to a feverish high, and all three climaxed in quick succession. Cynthia had a massively violent orgasm this time. Besides being a nice show for the rest of the men, the act had the effect of relaxing the rest of the crowd - including the elderly Lady Mithal who had joined just then - to the extent that most started stripping as the kitchen was getting too warm with the tandoori oven nearby.
Khan led Cynthia to a corner and made her lie down. He tied her ankles to the ropes hanging from pulleys in the ceiling and signaled to his assistants who tugged on the other ends of the ropes. A bewildered Cynthia was lifted off the ground and hoisted with her feet nicely spread out due to the spacing of the pulleys. When her head was about two feet above the ground, the assistants secured the ropes to slots in the iron framework. She struggled while Khan secured each of her wrists to the respective ankles with rope. Her two-point suspension limited her freedom, but she could still flutter quite a bit. When she saw the long, flat-bladed knife in Khan's hand her eyes bulged out in terror. She let out a deafening scream when he grabbed her lovely black hair and pulled her pony-tail upwards behind her, exposing her neck in a delectable fashion. With a single slash, he cut her throat close to the head. The slit was about two and a half inches deep - enough to open up the trachea, but not reaching the spinal bones. The shreik she started emmitting in full intensity stopped suddenly as the lung-pressure could no longer reach her vocal cords. Thick red blood gushed out like from a hose-pipe and drained down the gutter below. She twitched and flittered with great energy for several minutes and gradually reduced to a quiver. When the blood flow reduced to a drip, Khan and his man massaged her feet and thighs downward to assist the draining of blood. She became almost motionless, and Khan took the knife and completed the cut around her neck. Then, he grabbed her head and twisted it a few times before snapping it off the body. Cynthia was now nothing more than a headless carcass waiting to be butchered.
Khan took a flaying knife and started to skin the human animal. He went about carefully, as Jagdish had wanted to tan and keep the hide. He then stood aside to let his assistants rip the belly and gut the animal. Apart from the livers and heart, the internal organs were disposed off and the carcass throughly hosed down. The carcass was then taken down to the heavy wooden table. Khan took a heavy chopping knife and chopped off the hands at elbows, and the feet at the knees. The dressing was now complete and the meat ready for the marinade. The carcass was now placed in a large marinating tub and the tandoori masala poured over it with a long handled pan. Khan and his assistants used their bare hands to rub the masala all over. A masala with thicker consistency was applied generously inside the cavity, and the meat left for marinating. Traditionally a Tandoori Chicken is left in the marinade overnight. But Khan's special additives usually produced excellent results in three to five hours. He was very selective in his spices, and made no substitutes. A deep red colour is a characteristic of the Tandoori Chicken. Most restaurants in India and even abroad use food colouring to achieve the effect, because they usually compromise on the required spices. The bright red colour of Khan's recipe was purely the result of natural spices.
While Cynthia's carcass was left to marinate, Helena was now ready for the 'live' butchering. Her meat was to make a variety of exotic dishes. The first on this list was the breast cutlets. Khan made her sit on a heavy-framed iron chair and immobilised her by strapping her feet to the chair's feet, and her wrists together strapped to the back. His assistants positioned a tall bench with a heavy wooden top below her breasts which had further enlarged as a result of the spices. The nipples stood erect and puffed to the size of a thumb each. The height of the cutting bench was just right - the tits rested on the wooden plank. Khan used a thin-bladed slicing knife for this operation. He held a breast in the manner of holding a melon, and sliced off the nipple along with the large areole. Helena gave a high-decibel shreik - not so much from the pain (her breasts were almost numb with the spicy juices nearly completing their tasks on the meat) - as from the sheer terror of watching her lovely assets being mercilessly chopped off in stages. Blood mixed with the marinade started oozing with intensity, and he blotted it off with a kitchen towel. He made the next cut about one centimeter in, producing a neat round disk of meat which he transferred into a flat-bottomed utensil. He continued to cut out centimeter-thick slices till he reached the ribs. He then carried on with the other breast, the meaty cutlets totalling thirty six. The meat rounds were immediately washed, dried, dipped in a seasoning and dropped into hot oil. The cutlets sizzled in the pan right in front of Helena's eyes. She was watching her own tit meat cooking! She was in a state of shock when she was untied and carried to the chopping table by Khan's assistants, who placed her on her belly. Khan prefered the table to a hoist for carving off meat for the rump roast and sirloin-chops, as this had better immobilising options. Unlike her sister, Helena had ample, though not a gross excess of fat which, in Khan's estimation, would
provide excellent marbling.
Jagdish watched Khan with fervent ardor as the latter went about separating the required meat from the thigh-bones with surgical deftness. Helena's screams were weak but shrill. It was quite remarkable that in spite of so much loss of blood she was able to kick about. But the blood flow increased when a major blood vessel near the femur was severed. She was then turned over on her back, and Khan carved off the triangle mound of her cunt. The 'fillet' was always a favourite of the Senior Mithal, and this one was real lush. Khan had a proven microwave recipe for this. Microwave cooking had a unique feature - it kept the shape and moistness intact - essential for a sexy dish like this. Helena was then left to bleed to death on the cutting table.
Khan instructed his assistants to step-up the heat in the tandoori oven as he sqeezed on a buttock of Cynthia's carcass to assess the status. The meat was ready for the fire. As the coals sputtered violently, Khan and the Mithal brothers started impaling the chick. The spike was a special hollow pipe of tantalum with radial slots at regular intervals. The sharp tip was inserted into the anus hole of the bright-red chick and pushed in till it exited through the center of the neck-stub. Cross-bars with sharp-ends were used for securing the carcass in place, as the spike was to be rested almost vertically. The pointed end of the spike which protruded about two feet from the neck was attached to a longer cross-bar. This cross-bar was then hooked to a manually operated crane-pully which was used for getting the impaled chick into the oven. Khan guided the lower end of the spike to rest at a corner of the oven's bottom so that when the crane's hook was disengaged, the spike rested at an oblique angle from the vertical. From a distance, the whole thing resemhemorrhage a tandoori chicken cooking in a North-Indian restaurant's kitchen. Even the colour was perfect!
At about seven in the evening, the party at the Mithals' was getting noisier with glasses clattering and the conversations getting louder and louder. After applying his final touches to the dishes, Khan had a shower and changed to party-clothes. The Senior Mithal introduced Khan to an old friend of his, Mr.Kailash. It was when the dinner was served that Kailash got interested in Khan and his culinary skills. Hunting game was his most favourite hobby, and at first he had mistaken the huge 'tandoori chick' on the centre table for an Indian Black-buck or something. On closer look, he literally missed a heartbeat - this was the wildest of his dreams! The dinner proved to be the start of a long and eventful kinship between the hunter and the extraordinary chef.
The elderly Lady Mithal was having difficulty at the centre-table, and Girish came to her aid. Her prefered cut was meat from the neck, because of its softness and succulence. Her husband savoured the 'fillet', microwaved with peppercorns and brinjals in a Moghulai gravy, with coriander leaves in an artful embellishment accentuating the visual impact of the seductive plate. The dish-of-the-night, however, proved to be the breast cutlets - the beautifully marhemorrhage meaty rounds with a tinge of cloves and cardamom - tickled the taste buds of everyone in the gathering, with not a single exception. A little dissapointment for Khan, who had expected the 'tandoori chick' to win the honour. The tandoori roast received no less appreciation, as one could gauge from the rapidity with which the sexy roasted animal was being reduced to the skeleton. The party dwelled late into the night, and the eating was followed by a massive sexual orgy. The spicy food, especially Khan's dishes, had the speciality of triggering off sexual stimuli - in both the sexes.