The Tokyo Club

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by Owl (1999)

There is a restaurant in Tokyo, that is quite unlike any other eatery in Japan, or probably in the world. It is not located in the fashionable shopping and entertainment districts like most fine dining in Tokyo. In fact, it is located down a long alley, between junkyards and machine shops in the most industrial part of the city, near the waterfront. After those businesses close for the evening, there is no traffic, not a soul to be seen on these dark streets. And yet every evening, a small line of luxury cars, Lexus', Acuras & Infinities can be seen pulling down the dark alley to the valet parking in front of a plain, brick, building. This building has no windows. In fact, it was a smelting plant, before it was converted into The Tokyo Club, and its only visible feature is a tall smokestack that rises a hundred feet above the one story structure. As dismal are the surroundings and location, this is not an inexpensive restaurant. In fact, not even the finest dining spot on the Ginza costs so much as The Tokyo Club. The set price is $1,000 U.S. per person for dinner, and only members and their very selected guests can get reservations. What draws these wealthy and powerful people to this foreboding, dank location is not the atmosphere, but the unusual meat that is cooked and served there. The meat of young Asian girls, although some very unlucky males get to “contribute to the appetizers.

After their cars are parked, and they enter through the thick wooden doors, the interior that greets the diners (members & their guests) is not much more attractive than the exterior. There is no separate kitchen, the cooking and dining are all done in the same, large, brick room. In the center of this room are several barbecue pits, also brick, set up with racks at both ends to hold spits. Above the pits is the opening to the brick smokestack, with a large fan to draw the smoke up the tall chimney. Surrounding the pits are long, plank tables and benches, where the diners can view their meals being roasted, as well as sit down to their meals. The long tables also make it perfect to lay out the cooked girl when she is finished, and carve and serve her to the hungry guests. So, no white table clothes or fine china here. The plates are pewter metal, and no matter how important or rich the guests, they sit side by side with fellow diners, joined in the community of eating the most forbidden, yet delicious of all meats.

As fine French red wine is poured, the victims are brought into the room. Six girls, all in their late teens, and all naked with their genitals shaved, are marched into the room for viewing. Each has her hands tied behind her back, and each is coached in by a chef. They must be pushed in roughly, for they know why they are there, and what is about to happen to them. Their eyes are wide with fear, as they dart between the cooking pits (now glowing with red hot coals and fire) and the eyes of the well dressed crowd of diners. Hoping to see mercy in the eyes of the diners, they instead see the hungry eyes of people looking at them as their next meal. The girls plead in three languages, for there are two Japanese, two Korean and two Thai girls in this herd. The Japanese girls realize that there is no hope, and their beseeching is useless. For they can hear, and understand that the discussion amongst the diners is only how delicious the girl's body parts look. How full this girl's thigh is; how firm another's breasts are; and how meaty another's ass.

Seeing such beautiful, naked young girls arouses the men guests, and by tradition, they may take as many of them as they please. Although many male members have female guests with them, this sexual diversion is explained in advance, so there is no jealousy when the men proceed to take the helpless girls. In fact, their female companions encourage their men, and enjoy the spectacle of seeing these young girls used for the pleasure of their men. And the women will (as we shall soon see) have their chance to indulge in the sex of strangers themselves shortly.

So the six girls are thrown across the width of the wooden tables, and the men open their pants and pull out throbbing, hard cocks. Positioned thusly, some men can grab the hair of the girls as they forcefully thrust themselves in their mouths. Others grab the same girl's ass as they choose to shove their greedy cocks into her vagina, ass, or both. The thought that they are about to see these girls roasted brings the men to an even higher level of sexual lust, so it doesn't take long for each of them to explode into the girls' helpless openings. Soon, every man has been satisfied, and they congratulate one another while drinking cognac and lighting cigars. Their female guests giggle and gossip while sipping liquors, and knowing that they, too, will have a chance at some sexual pleasures soon. Since it will take hours to roast the girls, and every man has had a chance to take them, no time is wasted in preparing the girls for their roasting.

The two Japanese girls are held down by several assistant chefs and bent over one of the tables. A long steel spit, very sharp at one end, is inserted into each girl's vagina. While cooking oil poured on the metal shaft, a head chef works the sharp end in about six inches. He rotates the spit carefully, pumping it in and out the first six inches rhythmically. This is done on purpose, for the sexual motion brings the two girls to near orgasm, and tends to relax them to the point where the final impaling can take them by surprise. Once the girls are lost in their arousal, two assistant chefs grab each girl's buttocks suddenly and firmly, and the head chef willfully pushes the shaft in, slowly and methodically, until it pierces her cervix, passes through her uterus, and finally cuts through to the inside of her chest. It happens so suddenly, the girls barely have a chance to scream. By the time they realize what is being done to them, they are rolled over to their backs as the head chef continues to impale them, carefully working the spit around their still-beating hearts. By the time they are starting to scream, the sharp point of the spit has already pierced their esophagus, and one of the assistant chefs now moves to the other side of the table, and forces her head back by her hair. Still pushing the spit steadily, the pointed end emerges, bloody and glistening, out her mouth. This end is grabbed and pulled, while the head chef continues to push from her groin end, and the spit slides smoothly through her helpless body until it there is four feet of metal shaft protruding at both ends, with a tiny Japanese girl speared through at the middle.

Both girls were spitted at the same time, and what would be their screams were now muffled squeals and moans, for the heavy shaft of the spit now filled their mouths. Wanting to maximize the time the girls would be roasted alive, they were both quickly prepared for the fire. Working quickly and efficiently, the girl's wrists and ankles are lashed to the spit with a dozen wraps of twine. The assistants, their white aprons now covered with the girl's blood, lift the spitted girls off the table and walked them over to the glowing barbecue pits. Although the girls only weighed about 100 lbs. each, the steel spits weighes about 50 pounds, so the assistants needed both hands to carefully place each end of the spit on the roasting racks. They were placed on the highest rung, to make sure their browning started slowly, and to give the diners an hour's spectacle of the girl's torture as they were being roasted alive. A hand crank was threaded on the blunt end of the spit. They could have used an electric drive to turn the spit, but there was so much pleasure in the ritual of roasting a human girl, that turning the spit by hand is considered part of the fun. In fact, many of the diners want a chance to turn the girls, controlling the amount of burning and torture on their poor, roasted skin. Or turning her partially to stop the pain on one side, only to start roasting another. Other guests amuse themselves by brushing barbecue sauce and marinades on the girl's naked bodies, and watching the juices sizzle as they mixed with her sweat and drip onto the fiery coals (only to steam up and reflavor her cooking flesh).

Keiko could not believe this was happening to her. She knew she was in trouble when the judge sentenced her to a fate worse than death. She knew she deserved punishment for shooting her boyfriend, even though he had been unfaithful. She knew there was no death penalty in Japan, so she assumed she would be sent to prison for life, but here she was, impaled on a spit, being roasted alive to be eaten! And at the end of the spit, turning the crank, was the very judge who had sentenced her, while his wife was brushing her breasts with barbecue sauce! She thought the judge's words were a figure of speech. But now she realized that she was to die slowly and pain-fully over the fire, and that her legs, thighs, breasts and ass were soon to be carved and eaten by all these people. Her teeth bit into the steel shaft that impaled her, and she could feel the spit through her entire body. Indeed, it was only the spit that kept her from falling onto the hot coals below her. As she was turned, she could see the hot coals, covered with licking flames, below her. As she was turned again, she could see all the way up the chimney, through the fan, to the black sky at the top, sprinkled with a few twinkling stars in the dark night.

As the spit turned steadily, she could see Mayata next to her. Mayata was also naked and roasting. Keiko gasped at the sight of Mayata's body, for she could already see the effects of the heat and fire on the poor girl's skin. Mayata's flesh was completely red; her body glistening with sweat and juices; and the outer parts of her ass and thighs were starting to turn brown. Not like a burn, but more like a roast. Keiko shuddered, not from the pain, which was unrelenting, but the thought that her young, naked body too must be browning and roasting like…like meat on a spit, which they were! After a few minutes, Keiko caught a glance at Mayata as they were both facing each other. She realized, looking at Mayata's thighs and breasts, now bubbling and blistering from the fiery heat, that the tingling, almost ticklish sensations she was feeling on her most exposed parts was her skin, blistering and cooking while exposed mercilessly to the unrelenting flames. At that point, Keiko realized that this was no joke! There would be no stopping this barbaric act! She was really being cooked, to death, to be eaten!

By now the two Thai girls were also spitted and placed on the flaming pit next to them. They were about the same size as the Japanese girls, but being Thai, they had larger breasts. Like the Japanese girls, they had large, dark pebble nipples, a delicacy that would be sought after once the girls were served. The Thai girls roasting duplicated that of the Japanese girls, except their larger breasts were browning a bit faster, since they wobhemorrhage lower to the flames as they were turned. The two Korean girls, caught spying for North Korea, were luckier in a way, and unluckier in another. They were flown in with a South Korean official, his executives, and their wives. Also sentenced to a fate worse than death, they too would be eaten. Lucky in that they would not be roasted on spits, they were to be cooked Korean barbecue style. Lucky, in that they were, for now, alive and unharmed, while their Asian sisters from Japan and Thailand were roasting to death over glowing coals. So they had a few hours reprieve, but their luck was to run out soon.

But first, some entertainment for the female guests, mixed in with a secret and severe form of Japanese punishment for sex criminals, and appetizers all in the same package. Ten Japanese men, mostly young, but a few middle aged, were marched into the room. They were all naked, and all of them had their cocks and balls shaved. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were tied gang-style together: by their waists, at their thighs, and their elbows. Tied side by side, the only way they could move is by shuffling sideways. Knowing that their punishment was at hand, and was to be severe and barbaric, they did not move willingly. Luckily, the fire in the pits supplied many red hot pokers, so their guards had the means to coax them forward. A few fell to their knees, trying to stop the line of prisoners. A red hot poker sizzling into their legs convinced them that this was useless, and the line was moved forward forcefully.

All these men were convicted of rape with special circumstances, meaning they killed or injured their victims; or raped sonren. Yes, officially, there was no death sentence in Japan, and the men would live. But under a more ancient, feudal law, their punishment would be worse than death.

The head guard announced their crimes and convictions, and walked prisoner to prisoner, pointing at him and telling of the exact crimes he had been convicted of. The crowd of guests groaned with each announcement, and yelled their admonishments and displeasure at each prisoner. But the prisoners' attention was not so much on this public humiliation, but at looking at the spectacle of four naked girls, roasting and browning on the spit. Being sexual perverts anyway, they all became erect with excitement of seeing four naked girls being tortured so horribly. Their erections worked perfectly for what was to take place next. The women guests each took a length of rough twine, and tied the men tightly around their balls and cocks. So tightly, that the men wouldn’t be able to ejaculate, no matter how aroused they became.

It was now the turn of the female guests, the wives and dates of the male diners, so have some fun. If these prisoners were rapists, perhaps the first punishment would be to be raped themselves.

Oh, you'd think, the rapists would just enjoy that, but, remember: their genitals were tied so tightly, they couldn't orgasm no matter how much they desired to! And since their male companions had had their sexual fun earlier with the roasting girls, it seemed only fair to let the women have some fun too! So the female guests stripped off their dresses; a long, wooden platform was placed in front of the convicted rapists (to allow the women, all Asian, the right height to mount their male victims) and the guards stood behind the prisoners, holding them steady. The women, highly aroused by everything that they had seen so far this evening, were ready to take these men. Stepping up on the wooden platform, the women were at the perfect position to mount and take the cock that tremhemorrhage erect before them.

The prisoner's inability to cum didn't stop the women from thrusting their groins onto their chosen pleasure toy, and each woman guest fucked their male captives with abandon. Since there was ten women guests, there was a hard cock for each of them. But if they grew tired of the size or shape of that cock, a polite request to their neighbor would procure a trade, and they willingly switched cocks up and down the line until each woman guest had sampled several, and also came several times.

After an hour of female frenzy, all the women felt satisfied. And they felt even too, since they too had now raped unwilling victims for their own selfish sexual pleasure – just like their men did earlier! With that, a feeling of fairness filled the room, and their male companions felt less guilt and more at ease too. The prisoners sighed with relief. This punishment worse than death was unpleasant, but not unbearable. They now understood what it felt like to be raped and humiliated, and most of them were willing to acknowledge their wrongs. Not being able to orgasm was painful, physically and mentally, but they were relieved that they had accepted and endured their punishment …..but they were wrong, terribly wrong. You see, this was just the prelude, and their real sentence was about to begin. Remember, this was a restaurant that cooked human meat, and the appetizers had not yet been served. It was time for the weenie-roast!

As the women guests recomposed themselves, brushing their hair and adjusting their makeup, the wooden platform was removed. The guards moved the line of ten prisoners towards the long edge of one of the brick fire pits. Along one side of the pit was an iron grill that extended about 18 inches in, just inches above the red hot coals. The men were tied so tightly, side by side, that it took only a few guards to moved them as a unit, while other guards grabbed red hot pokers to brand the men on their buttoxes if they hesitated. There was a pit to this side of the barbecue, and the men were forced to step down into it. It was only then that these stupid rapists realized what was about to happen to them! Standing in the lowered pit, their cocks, still tied and erect, were now hovering directly over the grill. So close, that if any of their erections sagged, even a little, their shaved cocks would sizzle on the hot iron. For the first few seconds, the heat felt good, even erotic, like a hot sauna (this is what the four roasting girls felt in their first minutes over the flames). But within the first minute, the heat began to burn, and soon the pain was throbbing through their penis and balls – not as bad as the burning of a direct flame – about half that bad. What was worse, the pain kept getting worse and worse, and soon became unbearable. Their reflex instinct was to pull away, but by this time, their chain gang ropes had been secured to heavy iron rings at each side of the pit, and additional rings at several points in between. Not only were their knees and waists secured against the brick pit, but additional ropes were tied to posts on either side and tightened to the ropes at their necks and elbows. Thus, the prisoner rapists were lashed firmly against the barbecue pit.

A few feet in front of them, the two Japanese girls were turning naked, browning nicely on their spits. The girls' eyes, though glazed, were alive and looking at their captures, then stared in disbelief at the ten long, hard cocks that now hovered over the grill they were sharing. The girls were no longer squirming and trembling, as they had been for the last hour. Only their labored breathing showed that they were still alive, but probably not for long. The browning and seasoning done, the chefs lowered them closer to the fire, at a lower notch on the rack. It was time for their real roasting and cooking to begin.

With the chefs busy with the roasting girls, the chore of roasting the men's weenies was taken by the women guests. Being traditional Asian women, they didn't mind, and were actually eager to help out with the cooking. The women were a little hesitant, for they had never cooked a human, let alone a man's cock, but with a little guidance from the head chef, they soon were happily barbecuing the men's genitals over the hot grill. The heat was intense so close to the pit, and so those who were not undressed already, removed the rest of their clothes. So now ten naked women, all quite attractive, were giggling, small-talking and busying themselves with the weenie roast. With long tongs and sharp cooking forks, they pressed the prisoner' s cocks against the grill, twisting and turning the penises to cook the sides. They ignored the men' s screams and begging. Indeed, after hearing of the crimes these men committed, not only didn' t they feel any pity, they felt they were doing their civic duty by punishing these rapists, finally, in the most direct and appropriate way: By torturing and destroying the weapon these creeps used to commit their crimes. They say that a career criminal never really learns, but on this night, these brutes will finally understand what punishment really means! Pretty soon, the cocks had gone from red to brown, and there were charred black grill lines on all sides of the cooked weeners except the top. The men's cocks had turned into sizzling sausages, steaming and smoking, with the skin bubbling and popping on the grill. The prisoner' s knees were all trembling, and their asses were all quivering with pain. Their initial screams were now moaning and sobbing, for their most precious part was being cooked while attached to their bodies. You would think that the pain would become numb, but it didn't. It just kept getting worse and worse as a new side of their cocks were pressed, sizzling onto the grill. Long brushes were used to apply barbecue sauce on the grilled cocks. To cook the men in the middle, the naked women had to reach between the line of men, and that gave them a chance to toy and tease them, whispering admonishments in their victim' s ears, or squeezing and spanking their butts playfully.

When a sharp cooking fork can poke through the man's sausage easily, like soft butter, the cocks are fully cooked. They had been broiling on hot grill for about ten minutes, which was just the right amount of time. At this point, the woman was given a sharp carving knife, and piercing the man's sausage with the fork to steady it, she cleanly castrated him, cutting off his manhood at the base, where his (former) cock and balls joined his loins. The men screamed one more time with this new pain, but if any reprieve, they no longer felt the burning fire on their most sensitive part. Since they all were cooked at the same time, and there was a female chef for each prisoner, the castrations were all completed simultaneously. Some women made their cuts swiftly and deliberately, while others took their time, cutting their victim's shaft and balls off with slow, repetitive slices. Either way, the women enjoyed executing the final punishment on these rapists, as well the chance to experience the ultimate female sadism.

The guards now untied the line of men from the securing bolts, and backed them away from the fire. The head guard, with a medical background, went from cockless crotch to crotch, probing for the urinary tube. When he found it, he clamped on a stainless steel tube. Then, another guard took a red hot poker, and cauterized the gaping wound with one final brand. Thus, these former rapists were now neutered, cockless and balless eunuchs, with only a tiny steel tube left for urination. They would be taken back to their prisons to serve out their life sentences, but when they got back they would be marched around the prison yard naked. This display would accomplish three things: To humiliate them as the final part of the punishment; To warn any of the other prisoners of the price a serious sex crime would bring; And to designate these cockless men as wives to the other prisoners. So the as bad as their cock-roasting and castration was tonight, their future was equally bleak. Their punishment would go on forever, for as long as they lived. But before they shuffled painfully out of the restaurant, one last mental torture would be given: They could watch the eating of their former cocks.

With the penis and balls now free of men's bodies, the women could now turn them freely to finish grilling the tops. Now browned with charred black grill lines, the roasted weenies with cooked balls attached were lifted off the grill and placed into hotdog buns. Each woman took her cockdog to the condiment bar to select fancy mustards, gourmet relishes and imported German sauercraut to dress her tasty appetizer. With the men's former cocks, now sausages, still steaming in the buns, the ladies stood, naked and triumphantly, as they counted down from three (to give them all courage, for this was their first bite of human flesh for many of them) and took their first bite. They made a point of staring directly at the prisoners as they did so. Some of the prisoners broke down crying, for by knowing their female cook, they could watch their former manhood turn into a snack before their very eyes. But the women guests had no sympathy for these creeps, and besides, they were very hungry by now. Despite being famished, the women guests took their time, savoring the new taste and enjoying the crunchy texture of biting through the grilled skin. The relishes and mustards only enhanced the flavor, for the insides of the tubes were indescribably rich, like nothing these ladies had ever tasted. And the testicles were chewy and forbidenly good. As the ladies finished their snacks, the prisoners were shuffled painfully into the prison bus, still naked for their entrance and march around the prison yard.

The male guests enjoyed this entire spectacle, including watching their female companions eat their cockdogs. But they also were a bit uncomfortable because their ladies had, at least, a little to eat, and they were still starving. And the aroma coming from the spitted girls now filled the room, making them more aware of their empty tummies. And the girls did smell good. Now turning just above the flames, the searing heat has now passed through the girl's seasoned and browned skin, and the tender meat of their thighs, ass, and other parts were now deeply roasting. The room was filled with the olfactory delight that was definitely meaty, but unlike any traditional cooked meat, not even wild game. The upside was that the guests could tell they were about to indulge in the most delicious meal of their lives, the meat of slowly roasted young Asian girl. The bad news is, even with these great brick oven pits, it would be at least another hour or two before they were fully roasted and cooked. But if the cockdogs were appetizers for the ladies, the two Korean girls would make a good first course, and using the Korean human barbecue technique, they Korean girls could be served very quickly.

Although mercifully spared up until now, tied to posts and watching everyone else being cooked, luck had run out for the two Korean girls, Kim Lee & Sue Moon. Seeing the chefs come towards them, they pleaded their innocence one last time to the Korean dignitary, but he would have none of that. They were caught on videotape selling the most critical troop information to North Korean spies. If those secrets would have been put in the hands of the North, it could have cost the lives of many of South Korea's front line soldiers. So a simple execution would not have been justice for this treason. What was about to happen to Kim & Sue was a much more suitable punishment. They were to be butchered and eaten alive! The chefs released Kim and Sue ropes from the large wooden block they were attached to. Indeed, it was a butcher block, and they would be returned to it shortly. With their hands and feet still tied, the chefs carried their naked bodies (about 120 lbs. each – a little more meaty than their Japanese and Thai sisters) the few feet from the butcher block to the same grill that had just been used of cook the prisoner's cocks.

Kim and Sue's last screams for mercy were useless, for the chefs placed their asses right on the hot grill. They tried to jump up, but the chef held them down, while their asses and backs of their thighs sizzled on the hot iron grate. Their shrieking and screams met with no mercy from the crowd, for the Korean Ambassador had explained the unthinkable treason they had committed, and besides, everyone was really famished by now, and these two naked girls were soon to be served as the first real course. The grilling was not for cooking, but to singe the skin and add the grill's flavoring their outer meat. It was also very entertaining to see the girls tortured this way. Unlike the spitted girls, who were helplessly turning over the pit, these two Korean girls frantically kicked and squirmed as their tender skin hit the singing iron.

Their struggle was to no avail, for the strong chefs (both male and female) wrestled with them to hold them down on the burning grill. With two chefs per girl, and her hands and feet tied, it was not a fair match. The chefs let the girls roll a bit in their struggles, but that was only to let the grill singe the sides of their thighs. Even when the tortured girls jerked completely around, that helped the initial grilling, for now the fronts of their thighs could also be marked with charred grill lines.
Finally lifted off the grills after several minutes of this frantic debauchery, the girl's ordeal was not over, for the chefs pushed their chests on the hot grill once more, pressing their breasts on the fire-heated iron to seal and flavor that delicious portion of their delectable bodies. As horrible as this episode was, what was about to happen to Kim & Sue was far worse! They were lifted back to the butcher block, their hands & feet still tied, their bodies dripping with sweat, and their most delicious parts covered with black, charred grill lines. Their hands tied to the top eyebolt, and feet to the bottom eyebolt, this huge, human-size butcher block could be swiveled at angles, from horizontal to vertical. It was adjusted to an angle, about half in between. It was time for the first real course, and the hungry guests needed to eat right away! The answer is the Korean style human barbecue, and Kim and Sue are to be the meat. They were both turned facing the wood, so their backsides were exposed. Large, sharp knives were unsheathed and, as two strong assistants held the Korean girls against the butcher block, a sharp cooking fork pierced into Kim's ass.

Kim's first shudder at this stab was nothing compared to what she would feel next. With the smile of any good meat chef as he carves portions for his guests, the chef carefully sliced off the top layer of Kim's ass. Ignoring her screams and sobbing, he continued to methodically slice off the fatty layers, discarding them to the bucket on the side. The red meat now exposed on Kim's left ass cheek, he effortlessly sliced one inch steaks, one after the other, until he got down to her pelvic bone. He got five steaks from her left, and then repeated the carving, starting in on her remaining right ass cheek. At the same time, another chef was doing the same to Sue Moon next to Kim. This yielded twenty round steaks, red and dripping blood, each about an inch thick. Not very large, but there was much more meat to be carved from the girls' legs and thighs. As the ass steaks were carved, they were layered on a pewter platter, then all twenty ass steaks were placed on the grill, sizzling and steaming as they were flipped and quick broiled.

While they were cooking, the crying and trembling Korean girls were being butchered alive. While still facing the butcher block, the chefs cut off all the muscle meat from the backs of the girls’ thighs and calves. Carved to the bone there, the girls were flipped over on the block, and the meat on the front of their legs was sliced off in the same fashion, so the what was the girls’ shapely legs was now exposed bone and sinew, with their feet still intact at the ends. Their leg meat was placed on the grill, skin still attached, and sliced into thinner portions and then flipped for a quick, hot broil. With an attendant holding a platter, the chef now went to work on the girl's grill-singed breasts.

Slicing the girl's dark, pointed nipples and areolas off, the four pebbles were speared on long roasting forks, and given to the two Korean couples. Given the pleasure of these special delicacies, they turned to fire to roast the girls' nipples like marshmallows over the flames. While the Korean couples indulged in their campfire roast, the chef was finishing carving off Kim and Sue's breasts, slice by slice, until their ribs were exposed. Still very alert and aware that they were being butchered alive, the tortured Korean girls watched as their breasts, now sliced into filets, were placed on the grill next to the steaks from their legs and ass. The breast meat was all fat, but that was an indulgence in high cholesterol that didn't seem to bother anyone, considering the thrill of eating a young girl's breast. Finally, the chef took an electric carving knife and cut off their hands, discarding them in the refuse bucket. The pain of this dismemberment was very short, for the chef then proceeded to cut off their arms at the shoulders.

The girls' arms, being quite thin, could be quick grilled whole, bone in. So they were placed on the grill whole (less the hands) and rolled back and forth over the grill until a few test cuts showed they were broiled through to the bone. At long last, it was time to eat! The first ceremonial bite went to the Korean Ambassador and his wife, as they exchanged nipples by holding their roasting forks out to each other. His executive assistant and his wife did the same, to the applause and good cheer from the other guests. Taking the roasted nipples off the skewers with their teeth, they almost burned their mouths with the hot little meat. But not badly, and everyone laughed as they begged for ice water. And, those dark nipples were surprisingly juicy and good. Now it was chow time, and despite the cost, this was just a casual, plain folks eating place. Nothing fancy, just pewter plates, long picnic-style tables and fixin's. And, Oh yes, some of the best tasting meat this side of the Pacific – the meat of tender, young girl, cooked so fresh that she's still alive, watching you eat her!

So the people lined up with their plates, stopping to get some fixin's (potato salad, coleslaw, vegetables) and then to the grill, where the Korean barbecue was ready. The chef asked each guest their choice of cut, and although the fattiest, the breast slices went very quickly. Some preferred thigh or calf meat, some ass steaks, and some requested a whole arm to devour. As the wine glasses were refreshed, the guests sat down with anticipation of their first human meal. Carving into the human steaks, there was a universal opinion that this meal was worth the wait and expense. The meat, unlike anything from domestic animals or wild game, was tantalizing and intriguing. Complex and exotic, definitely the best meat anyone had ever tasted. The only downside was that it was so good, so addicting, they knew that they would have to have this meal again, as often as they could afford. And while they ate, the poor, butchered Korean girls, were fading fast. Still alive, with their eyes open, they had lost so much blood, they only had a few minutes left before they passed out, and then would die. The two remaining Korean men, who were left out of the nipple ceremony, noticed that, although thoroughly carved, the girl's vaginas were still intact. Indeed, with their thighs and hips completely carved to the bone, the vaginas stood out even more, unscathed. They decided to fuck the bloody carcasses of the young girls, but the Ambassador told them if they did, then they would have to cut out the vaginas afterwards, and eat them raw, with their cum still inside. Not to back down from a challenge, the two Korean men walked over to the blood splattered cutting board, stripped naked and plunged themselves into the girls’ groins. Although near death, the girls last sensation was being fucked hard by these men, and coming as the men poured semen into their wombs. As the men withdrew, their semen was pouring out from the girls vaginas. Taking small boning knives, the men sliced up each side of the girl's groin, and pushing deep inside, cut the entire vagina off each girl, labia lips and the entire tube up to the cervix. Walking triumphantly to the tables with a carved out vagina in their hands, they sat down and, forgoing a knife & fork, ate the semen soaked, bloody vaginas with their hands, raw. We Koreans always wanted to try Japanese sushi” he proclaimed, as the people at their table exploded into laughter.

The guests were now in a much better mood, their hunger pains satiated by this first course. But two girls for twenty hungry diners could not fill so many famished stomachs. The four girls on the spit had expired, roasting to death over the unrelenting hot fire a little while ago. It would be a few more hours until they were finally cooked, so the guests took the time to drink wine and liquors, and watch the finish of the spit roasting of the main course. They watched with interest as the chefs removed the cooking girls off the flames temporarily, to slice open their abdomens and pull out the more toxic organs (intestines, liver and kidneys) and then sew them back up with cooking thread.

Back on the flames, these young naked bodies still looked like pretty young Asian girls, but also looked (and smelled) like delicious roasts. Their outer skin well singed and sealed, the chefs now lowered the meat girls to the lowest rung on the rack, just inches above the flames. Deep inside the brick pit now, the deepest and most thorough level of the roasting could now take place. The final brushing of marinades were applied to the cooked girls, and the spits were turned slower to allow the deep heat to cook them through to the bone. The guests, relieved and excited to have gone through (for many) their first experience in cannibalism, were now much more relaxed and sociable. As they indulged in expensive drinks and smokes, they got to know their fellow cannibals, asking where they were from, what they did, and exchanging phone number and addresses. They all agreed that the Korean girls were delicious, and the woman taunted their male companions on what a treat it was to eat the cockdogs. They all agreed that seeing the Japanese and Thai girls spitted and roasted alive was one of the most exciting and sexual things they had ever imagined; The other was seeing the Korean girls butchered and carved alive! With so much to talk about, the conversation and drinking went on for several hours, helping the guests forget that, although they had their first course, they were still very hungry, and far from satiated.

But time passes quickly when you are having fun. And just as the stomachs started really growling, the head chef proudly announced that the main course was ready to serve. A few test cuts in the ass and thighs of the spitted meatgirls confirmed that they were cooked through and through. The spitted girls were lifted off the roasting pit, and each one was placed on a long, pewter banquet tray, just long enough to fit an Asian girl (they had longer trays for when Euromeat was imported). The trays had already been prepared with fruits and gourmet greens, and the roasted girls were placed, facedown and ass up on the trays. The spits were pulled out, and rather than bloody, they now were wet with cooked juices. For presentation, an apple was placed in each girl’s mouth, and a carrot shoved into her ass. This being the Japanese portion of the meal, the food would be served with a little more formality than the Korean course. So as the guests sat down to their long tables, a tray of fresh, cooked girl was placed at each end. Each table got one roasted Japanese girl and one roasted Thai girl. All the cooked girls looked very lovely, still pretty, all their eyes open. Being Asian girls, they started out with some brown in their skin, but now their flesh was roasted to a deep brown, their skin bubhemorrhage and broiled. Upon carving into the ass of the first Japanese girl, a puff of steam rose from the first cut, filling the air with the most delightful aroma. The steam showed that these girls had been cooked properly, and that all the juices and flavor had been sealed in by carefully browning their flesh at the beginning of the roasting.

The chefs asked each guest their choice of cut while bowls of rice and vegetables were passed around the table. Those lucky enough to think fast asked for the Japanese girl's breasts. While an assistant lifted the girls carcass by her hair, the chef cleanly sliced off each breast, and gave it to the quick-thinking couple, one to each. Unlike the Korean girl's breasts, the tiny Japanese breasts were actually quite meaty, with just a little marhemorrhage fat.

Thus the couple shared the pleasure of seeing a whole little breast on their plates, and the erotic pleasure of cutting and eating it. They carefully carved around the perky dark nipple and areola, saving this precious pebble for their last bite. Several guests asked for the vagina at the same time, so to be fair, the chef carefully carved out the girl's genitals, and served one vagina lip to each request, giving four diners the pleasure of tasting the girl's sex. Being cooked (and not filled with cum) their pallet was probably more tasty than that of the Korean girls earlier. But these were just tastes, mere appetizers if you will. There was plenty of meat on the table, and soon the girls were being carved into thick juicy steaks and roast cuts. The thigh and calf meat was the leanest, but everyone had a chance to taste the marhemorrhage meat carved from the girl's tight ass, and agreed that it was sinfully delicious. The marinade (as secret recipe made from crushed berries) had seeped in through the skin and, rather than flavor, more enhanced the natural taste of the girl's meat. The girls were turned on the platter as meat was carved from the front of their legs and around their pelvis. While the guests were gorging themselves on the girl meat, the chefs brought in the ribs and shoulder chops from the Korean girls, which had been on the grill. Finally, the carcass of the Japanese and Thai girls were stripped down to bones. Using electric knives, the chefs deftly cut shoulder chops and ribs off them too. Quite full, the guests could still not turn down a chance to taste yet another exotic delight from these butchered bodies. Sensing that their customers were too full to eat more, and realizing that they may be too embarrassed to ask, the head waiter assured everyone that it was perfectly fine to ask for doggy bags (although Rover would be very lucky to be given these treats) and bring some meat home.

With that, everyone finally relaxed. They had stuffed themselves on fresh young girls, and didn't even have to worry about any going to waste! Eating this forbidden food had not only been delicious, but a very erotic experience. I think everyone at the table realized this at the same time, for without a word, those men still dressed stripped off their clothes, threw their woman companions up and over the table, ass out, and plunged their newly hard cocks deep into their lady's behinds. Whether they entered their vaginas or asses, the women couldn't care less. The men forced their lady's faces into the carcasses of the carved girls, and they willingly and enthusiastically ripped off remaining strips of girl meat off the bones. It seems like everyone, the men and women, all came at the same time, and the brick room filled with the yells, moans and screams as they all let loose at once. A bad part of town, and not a fancy decor, but I think everyone agreed that this was the best dinner they ever had.

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