by delboy
Over the last 3 years, hidden treasure’s has diversified. It has taken a lot of hard work and time, but believe me, it has been well worth it.
As some of you may be aware, Our business was founded by my father in 1968. It began as a group of six good friends who would meet in secret once every 3 months and indulge in the ultimate fantasy.
It took my father over 10 years to get the money together to buy the what was then, run down cotton factory just on the outside of town. 10 months later he had transformed it in to one of the hottest restaurant’s in town. People came from miles around to sample the fine cuisine that the restaurant had to offer. The crème de la crème of society gathered there for parties, conferences and just a night of good food and fine wine.
Whilst the restaurant thrived, my father began working on his real business plan. He began excavating in the basement so that the size would equal the dimensions of the restaurant. The building work alone took months of toil and sweat, not to mention funding. Work men would come and go, just assuming that the work they were doing was just a simple extension of the restaurant’s storage space.
When the refrigeration engineers were called in to install 16 walk - in refrigerators and became curious, my father offered them a meal in the restaurant with their wives and they forgot all about it. After 9 months all of the building and engineering work was complete. The next part required the help of his six closet friends, this work would require more discretion.
The 7 consisted of 3 men and 4 women. 2 of them were couples and then there was his best friend David. The 6 friends helped my father when ever they could. They began by working on the kitchen. My father nearly went bust buying the cooking appliances and handling materials, The cost of tailor made ovens , pots and spitting equipment was not cheap and easy to come buy in the 1960’s. My father had told the appliance company that he was planning to expand to outdoor catering and would need such large appliances for hog roasts and such.
The handling trolleys were custom built by my father who had previously made his career as a mechanic. He made four long trolleys completely adjustable and welded restraints to where the arms and legs would sit.
After nearly 8 months, the kitchen and refrigeration area were complete. The only connecting door from the loading dock to the back of the basement was one 10” thick steel door, that held four separate locks. Once through this door there was a 12 step, wide staircase which led in to a corridor. In the corridor there were 2 doors, one on either side. Inside these rooms were a large open floor area and a shower in the far corner. These rooms were to be used for processing.
At the far end of the corridor there was yet another steel door. Once through this you could see the 16 walk in freezer’s, 8 either side. These rooms were no bigger than a prison cell and just as secure. Each door bolted closed, once shut, there was a large padlock on each one for added security. This section of the basement was a fortress.
To the bottom right of the cold storage area was the door that led to the, what we call “viewing area”. This was to be where the client could view there selection and determine whether they wanted to proceed.
Then straight through the viewing area was the world’s most expensive kitchen. A huge work surface set in the middle. The large oven set in to the far left hand wall. The right hand wall had a large fireplace that held the largest cauldron you could imagine. The walls were plastered with all the cooking utensils you could ever need. Large cleavers, basters, graters, fine serrated knifes. The cupboards beneath the work surface contained the largest platters and roasting tray’s you could ever imagine. The place was amazing.
Another 2 months had passed and the new restaurant was complete. The dining area was grand, resembling the popular restaurant above. The main restaurant could seat 20 people, there 5 tables of four each strategically placed to allow enough floor space to maneuver trolley’s etc.. around in. the bar and waiting area sat through a set of large red curtains towards the restaurant entrance. To gain entrance to the restaurant you had to proceed past a v.i.p guard and led down the stairs by a waiter. Basic I know but we were hiding in plain sight.
In the restaurant itself was a special room that could be used for private function. It was built with the table and chairs on a raised platform, this looked down into a large black pot, so as they could watch their dinner cook.
The restaurant was ready. David had left his job to become the head waiter of the restaurant. My father was the chef and general manager. I believe the restaurant opened officially on 22nd June 1968. The opening night was reserved just for the 7 friends. After nearly 3 years of hard work their creation was complete. Now their 3 month special night in dad’s home basement was to become an everyday occurance.
David was the supplier of their opening feast. Dad used to tell me the story of how he had got lucky 2 nights before we opened. David had been driving back from the brewery when he was waved down by a beautiful blonde hippy girl hitching a ride to Philidelphia. David could not believe his luck. He had planned on going searching the next night but there he was being offered an easy catch.
Naturally he pulled over and opened the passenger door. The hippy girl’s name was Anna. From what they have told me, she was something quite special. David told me that she jumped in to his van with no reservations. After a brief introduction she had explained to him how she had left home in order to be free and live life to the fullest. He explained to me that apart from telling him she was 18 he didn’t really catch anymore of what she was saying as he was to busy staring at her perfectly formed body. He told me that she had piercing blue eyes, long blonde hair with a brown headband around her forehead. She wore a low cut white gypsy top and brown sued jacket. He could see the top’s of her perfect breasts popping over the top. Her stomach was flat and her ass looked extremely firm and well shaped. You could see it barely move as she shifted in her seat, her brown short skirt barely concealing the juicy goods
Her legs were long and shapely and led down to her brown knee length boots. Those leg’s looked so smooth, surprising seeing she had obviously been on the road a while.
He wiped away a bit of reminiscent drool and carried on telling me how the story ended. He told me how he had driven the next 105 miles back to the restaurant and pulled in to the loading bay. He told Anna that he was just going to grab them some food from his boss and then they would head back off to philly. Anna simply replied ok and patiently waited for David to return.
David rushed to Dad and told him of his luck. They were both extremely pleased and began to hatch how they would get her into their clutches. The plan was simple. David would tell her that they were going to eat in the restaurant before they left. Once he had gotten her in to the basement, Dad would flank her with a chloroform rag in hand. They would deal with her whilst out cold and have her secured by the time she came around.
They did exactly that. Anna did quiz Dave on why the door to the basement was so secure to which he only replied “burglars”. She asked why it was so dark in the corridor but this was cut short by a rag being firmly applied to her mouth. She struggled for about 30 seconds before falling limp in to my father’s arms. “she is perfect” my Dad said to David complementing him on his great catch.
They wasted no time. My Dad carried Anna in to one of the two preparation rooms and laid her on a retractable trolley. David removed her jacket whilst my Dad removed her boots. She was in good shape. Her arms were smooth and in great proportion with her perfect body. David continued to strip her top half, pulling off her white gypsy top revealing her pert c cup breasts. The nipples were sat so invitingly above the firm mounds.
Dad moved to her socked feet, peeling off the long white socks. The first thing he noticed was the smell. Her feet had been well travelled, however yet still held a sweet aroma. She had worn a dark blue nail polish that was slightly chipped in places, showing that she had been on the road for some time. She had nice, shapely feet that ran up to her long juicy legs. The skin was blemish free.
He ripped off her short skirt. Now she layed wearing nothing more than a pair of white panties and a headband. Both men looked at each other with water in their mouths. She looked and smelled delicious. As it was Dad’s venture he made sure that he had the honors of peeling her panties off. He placed his fingers in each side and very slowly rolled them down her luscious legs. Just like her feet the smell hit him instantly. It smelled simply divine. It was the pure definition of natural. Every ounce of aroma was Anna. This was her fragrance, this was Anna’s own individual flavor.
The men decided that Anna’s aroma was so good and appetizing that they were not going to wash her. Her body hair had already been well tended to and it would be a shame to waste such a great flavor. The only change that was made was that Dad re painted her finger and toenails with an edible dark blue matching polish. They next moved Anna to a refrigerator/cell and then left her to continue sleeping flavoring her self with her own aroma. The guys went home for the night rest assured that she couldn’t go anywhere.
The next morning Dad got in early. He made his way to the kitchen and made some breakfast for his current guest. He made fresh pancakes and bacon with some freshly squeezed orange juice and carried it towards her fridge. When he opened the door Anna went wild, she had first been sitting in the corner with her head in her hands but suddenly ran at him. Dad put the food down and quickly and gently restrained Anna. She was screaming and fighting frantically. Dad was asked the regular questions. “where am I?”, what are you going to do to me?, who are you people?, where are my clothes?”. This was new to Dad, the girl’s at his previous special parties were already expired, but this time it was a real, live human. He admitted that he had had to question his morels a bit.
He got her in the corner and quickly left the fridge leaving the girl and the breakfast inside. Dave was sent in at dinner time to deliver food and they would begin preparation in the morning. Dave met with the same resistance as my dad had earlier that morning but managed to deal with Anna in the same gentle way. He restrained her in the corner of the fridge and replaced her empty plate with a new one, full of a nutritious meal. He ignored her screams and abuse as he left the cell and left Anna to rest for the full day ahead of her.
Dad and Dave arrived early the next morning to prepare for the opening night. The restaurant was set. The large table was well arranged with 7 place settings set neatly around it. There was a large space in the centre, ready to accommodate the main dish. All of the ingredients were fresh, all that was left to do was prepare the delicious main course.
It was approaching 10am, there was to be no breakfast for Anna, not today. Today all she needed was to exist. Dad had decided that for the first time he would take the precaution of knocking the girl out before preparation. He had only ever worked with girls that had already expired and therefore would need to become practiced in handling live girls. After all this was opening night and he did not want to risk anything going wrong.
Dave approached Anna’s cell at 10:10 to find her wide awake. She began to scream and beg the second she heard the lock turn, Dave did his best to ignore her and simply slide her the half cup of water that he had bought with him. She drank it in seconds and Dave left the refrigerated cell until the formula took effect. He heard her shouts echo down the hallway for 10 minutes and then at 10:30 he returned to find her slumped out cold on the fridge floor.
He undone her restraints and scooped the blonde, unconscious beauty into his arms and carried her down the hall and in to the Kitchen. Dad was already waiting there with his basting brush in hand. Dave carefully lowered the naked delight on to the work counter and stood back to let my Dad work. Dad told me that leaving her unwashed was one of the best tips he could ever give. He told me how she still had the same wonderful, personal aroma she had the day she arrived and that how the cold chill of the fridge had helped absorb it in to her skin and seal in the flavor. A tactic I still use to this day.
Before dad began basting, he decided that he would re-apply make up to her face, just to accentuate her natural beauty. After all presentation is key and he did not want his opening meal to be served with a red face and puffy tear soaked eyes. After a small amount of make-up he was ready to begin. Anna looked peaceful stretched out, face up on the counter, resembling a sleeping beauty awaiting true loves first kiss. However this kiss came in the form of a basting brush lightly covered in oil.
He began basting at her neck leaving her head free from oil. He slowly and gently stroked the brush down her arms applying a generous amount of oil to her hands. The rest of her top half was oiled in the same way with generous amounts applied to her pert c-cup breasts. Her legs were next, beginning with her cute feet, lashings of oil brushed over and between her toes, up to her slender ankles, continuing onto her slender calves and juicy thighs.
When the time had come to baste her sweet sex, Dad began stuffing her with his special stuffing made up of chestnuts, sage, onion, garlic and a hint of fresh lemon. He always said that the lemon freshened the inside of a girl’s body. He proceeded to stuff her until she could not hold anymore, he began to stitch her vagina closed, sealing in the stuffing to assist in flavoring her inside. She was then very thoroughly oiled around her sex and almost ready to be moved.
He explained to me how he had no intention of over flavoring her exterior because if she tasted half as nice as she smelled, it would waste her natural taste. He had decided that he would only add a little salt, just to assist with the cooking of her skin and then leave her to roast in her own delicious juices.
Dave grabbed a large Anna sized roasting tray and placed it on the large counter next to Anna’s sleeping body, Dad lightly oiled the tray and both men proceeded to lift the beautiful girl in to position, Anna was positioned turkey style with her legs tucked under her body, her shapely breasts almost touching her knees her legs were tied at the ankles, soles up and her arms were tied behind her back, palms up. She was bound tightly to the pan so she would be unable to try and escape it. Dad then began to pour oil onto her back and watched as it worked its way down her succulent body over her well shaped rump and onto her luscious legs. He spread the oil out with his brush, covering her shoulders, back, arms, hands, legs and soles. Her rump got the same treatment as the sex in that her anus was stitched up and the rump was very well coated in oil. After the application of salt, Anna was prepared, it was time for the side dishes.
Dad and Dave began the tedious task of chopping up the carrots and potatoes to accompany Anna in the pan. These would roast with her as to take on Anna’s delicious flavor. Halfway through chopping, Anna began to stir. She began to mumble and fight weakly against her bonds, Dad seized the opportunity to place a red apple in her mouth whilst she was still dazed and confused, the last thing he wanted was screaming and abuse whilst he was trying to work. He wedged the apple in her mouth sealing it so she was unable to make too much noise. This brought her round and her fighting became a lot more frantic. Both men watched as she fought in the pan and murmured through the apple, they had never before had a live girl squirming in their pan.
They shook it off and carried on chopping whilst Anna carried on trying to escape. She began to cry, her tears did not affect the water and heat resistant make-up, they just ran down her smooth cheeks and dropped on to the roasting pan.
After another 20 minutes of chopping, the potatoes and carrots were seasoned. Potato’s with rosemary and carrots with thyme, these were added to the pan around the struggling Anna.
Dad confessed that he did feel sorry for her at first. He told me that the first time he handled a live one he felt quite apprehensive but he knew that he had invested so much in to the business that he simply couldn’t turn back. Anna remains the only one he ever spoke to before cooking. He told me what he said.
“Anna, I know you have many questions and I am sure you can now see why you are here. This business has cost me all that I have and I want to make it a success. There are many people out there with the money to experience the ultimate taboo and I am merely providing a service, turning fantasy in to reality for these people. You Anna are to be the first to be served here at Hidden treasure’s and for that you mean a lot to me. I apologise for your ordeal but I am afraid I have no choice. Thank you very much Anna. Truly”.
Anna stared at my dad with a look on her face of shock and fear. She jumped back to life, fighting and trying to shout as the pan was lifted by dad and Dave and carried to the oven. She began frantically struggling as she felt the first warmth of the oven seeing the door to her fate begin to open.
The oven was brand new and still had that clean smell. This would soon be replaced with the delicious aroma of roasted hippy girl. Anna was slowly slid in to the warm appliance and was positioned facing through the glass to the world she once knew. This was her life now. And it was to be short lived. She only hoped it would be quick so she would not suffer. She tried one more pleading look in to dad and Dave’s eyes before the oven door was shut and the roasting began.
The temperature was set to low, it was now 14:00 and dinner was to be served at 19:30. Dad had planned on slow roasting Anna for 5 hours so that she would be tender and very easy to carve, meat like Anna deserved to be cooked properly. Dad planned to re-baste her every hour until 19:00. He had no idea when she would expire, this was a new experience to him, he watched her closely for the first hour as she struggled inside the oven, her body glistened from the oil and sweat and liquefied in the pan. She occasionally caught his eye. Staring at him with utter hatred and mercy.
The first basting took place at 15:00, Anna breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air hit her body. She was rested on the oven door, dad dabbed her face with a cold towel to cool it down a bit. A bit of moisture on her face would do no harm, she had lost a lot of energy but shuddered quite wildly as dad ladled the hot oil collecting in the pan over her perfect body. He basted her in her own juices. The process took 10 minutes and he slid her back in for the next hour.
Dad spent the next hour tidying up the kitchen, washing the pots used for the potatoes and carrots and wiping the oily work surface down where Anna had not long been.
The 2nd basting took place at 16:00, dad took the vegetables out of the pan and put them on the hotplate to keep them warm. A wonderful aroma now filled the kitchen of the roasting Anna, she was beginning to slightly turn brown but to dad’s surprise she was still quite aware. She stared coldly in to dad’s eyes as she began to once again descend in to the warm oven.
The 3rd and 4th basting went the same way, Anna slowly fading out with each one. Her body darkening that little bit more hour by hour.
The last hour was here. It was 18:00 and the guest would be arriving in half an hour, Dad had a busy hour ahead, He assigned Dave to greet the friends at 18:30 whilst he prepared the platter and side dishes. Anna’s aroma now filled the kitchen and dining room.
The guests began to arrive on schedule and Dave welcomed them with a glass of wine and showed them to the table. Each one of them commented on the wonderful aroma each saying that it was making them hungry and it smelled delicious.
Dad was busy in the kitchen adding the final touches to the platter. He covered the platter with bread as to soak up the delicious Anna juices. These would be used later, he then added decorative garnish to the bread to make the base look more palatable. 19:00, the timer went, it was time to get the meat dished up.
Dad called Dave to help him with this stage. They pulled the golden brown beauty out of the oven and carried her to the work surface. She was so delicate that they very carefully shifted her to the awaiting platter, slowly and very gently they lowered her onto the bread and garnish. The steam was wafting from her, filling the air with cooked meat.
Dad and Dave determined that she was completely unresponsive and decided to remove her bindings. They kept her in the turkey position that she had roasted in, only now she could hold position on her own without their fear of escape. He placed the platter lid over the top of her and both men carefully slid the platter on to a trolley.
The juice in the pan was poured in to a large soup dish with a ladle to accompany the food at the consumers own preference. The potatoes and carrots were put into bowls and placed on the bottom shelf of the trolley with the gravy. It was serving time.
19:30 and the food was being brought out. The group applauded as Dad and Dave wheeled the dinner to the table. They hoisted the platter on to the centre followed by the accompaniments. Everybody congratulated dad on his opening night.
Dad said a few words before the meal. He thanked everyone for being there on the special occasion and proceeded to tell them about Anna, he explained that she was a hippy who Dave picked up hitch hitchhiking to Philly. He told them that she was beautiful and full of life, she was bubbly and sweet, hopefully qualities that are in her flavor. They listened as he told them of her wonderful aroma when captured and examined. He finished by telling them that she was still alive in to her 5th hour of cooking. This was met with surprised faces. An hour ago this girl still had an operational mind and thoughts, how fresh can you get.
It was now time to begin. Dad lifted the platter lid off to the sounds of the guests oo’s and ah’s. they were greeted with the sight and scent of a beautiful roasted, hippy, blonde girl. Her face was still pretty with the make-up and her nails were still polished a dark blue.
They began with her pert rump. It sat facing the ceiling so invitingly. Dad began to carve the tender meat away from her, the knife almost slid through as each piece of her ass was stripped from her. All 7 had a good heap of Anna on their plates, Dad went first and bit into a healthy chunk of meat. He described the meat as incredible. She tasted exactly how he imagined she would. He wanted to savor the meat but he could not resist hungrily wolfing it down. The rest followed suit and in no time at all their plates were empty.
The group decided that Dad and Dave should get their pick of the parts before the meal commenced. They both opted for a breast each and a foot each. The cunt was dad’s by right and all agreed. This he would save for last and eat it from her sweet body.
He proceeded to slice off Anna’s pert breasts one by one. The mounds peeled from her chest and wobbled as he transported them to his and Dave’s plates. He saw her toes lightly flick as he began carving her leg at the ankle, was she still alive? He never knew. He cut through both ankles and moved her feet next to the breasts on their plate’s.
The rest of the group wasted no time in tucking in to Anna. They hungrily devoured her thigh’s and the rest of her rump. Two of the women took one of her hands each and picked them to the bone, hungrily sucking the meat from her fingers.
The side dishes and Anna gravy were applied to various cuts and complimented her meat well. Dad had poured some Gravy on his breast steak. He started with the nipple. No matter how many girls I ever saw him eat he always went for the nipple first. He told me how the flavor had burst in his mouth, spreading the flavor of Anna all around it. It didn’t take long before the breast was reduced to nothing.
The foot was next. Anna’s polished big toe was ripped from the foot. He explained it as a taste he has never had since. He guessed that her feet had been well flavored from all of the hitchhiking. He tore of the other five toes in size order followed by chunks of sole, heel and arch. He picked Anna’s delicious foot clean, leaving only the skeleton on his plate.
After a few more platefuls of delicious leg meat, arm meat, stomach meat and a shoulder, Anna was reduced to bone. Only her juicy cunt and head remained.
Dad began to slowly cut in to the delicious cunt steak from her skeleton. He explained that such a small piece of her cunt had so much flavor. This aroma that he had fallen In love with was rounded up in this one steak. This was the real Anna. This summed her up. He carved deep in to the filet savoring each piece. Her delicious clit was his favorite. It burst with flavor as he bit in to it. He ate and ate at the juicy cunt until he reached her pelvis. He licked her bones clean, making sure he got every last bit of her delicious cunt meat.
Anna was gone. All that remained were a few scraps and bone. Dad removed her pretty head and took in to the kitchen where he placed it in the fridge. He would try it for lunch the next day.
The meal was over. Everyone rested back with bellies full off Anna and congratulated Dad on the success of his opening night. They finished their drinks and began to leave. Dad was tired and needed to go to bed. He and Dave cleared the tables and decided to sort the rest out the next day.
They put the photo they found in Anna’s purse, in a frame with her clothes and hung it in the dining room as a reminder of the first ever dish in hidden treasure’s. the frame still hangs here today.
So here they were. With the demise of Anna, hidden treasure’s was born.
The end