by Chewy
Rosa was ecstatic when she got her new job. She couldn't believe she had beat out dozens of other girls to get a dancing job at the Casa De Dolcett club! The club was the richest and trendiest nightclub in all of San Juan and soon she would be a star attraction! It had all began months ago when she and her friend Tina began to look for a job in the local clubs. Competition was fierce since these days there were simply too many girls willing to do anything for a living. Rosa remembered hearing something about overpopulation and how there were way too many people in the world. Also seems like most people being born today were girls, which made it hard for a hot young senorita like her to stand out. San Juan was a jungle overrun with hundreds of thousands of young chics with nothing to do but party and screw around. Even so, a girl had to make a living, and flaunting her flesh was the easiest way to do it.
Since she was very pretty, she could easily get a job at any one of the dozens of strip joints that lined the beaches. She had an angelic face, with high cheekbones, full pouting lips and deep jet black eyes, topped off by coal black hair that she kept in a cute tomboy bob. Her breasts were only average, but very firm and proportioned, with prominent, easily aroused nipples. Her best assets were her long, well toned legs, topped by a large, curvaceous ass. Her lovely dark complexion was like creamed coffee. Her only flaw was that she had put on weight recently, and even had a slight pudge on her tanned belly. Even her toned thighs now had a tiny hint of soft girl's fat. Still, Rosa was a hot item, and had enough boyfriends to prove it. Even her hot temper and high-strung personality only added to her sultry Spanish charm. Everyone, including her friend Tina, envied her steamy looks..
Even so, she never dreamed she would get a job at Dolcett's. The club had opened last year, and quickly developed a reputation for the very best dining and Entertainment in all of Puerto Rico. Rich and beautiful people came from all over the world to enjoy the cuisine and exotic shows. The club was very secretive, which only added to its allure. Girls from all over Latin America were simply dying to get a job there, and competition was fierce at the weekly auditions. Rosa wondered briefly why there were so many vacancies, but someone told her that most dancers quickly got jobs overseas. Something about working in the food industry.
She was also a bit surprised that the dancing audition was so brief. It started before sunrise and both Rosa and Tina dressed in their sexiest lingerie for the judges. Tina was dressed in a snow-white teddy, with matching heals, while Rosa went for the slutty look with a lacy white thong bikini and white vinyl boots. They planned on doing their girl on girl bump and grind routine, which was their favorite, and never failed to get the audience worked up. Rosa looked forward to the satiny feel of her friend's skin against her face as they got it on for the judges.
Unfortunately, girls had barely worked up a sweat before it was over. The girls all formed a line, while the judges closely inspected each one. Tina whispered with a smirk that the judges paid more attention to their thighs and butts than their dancing. Rosa did get an uncomfortable feeling about the way the judges looked at her. She was used to being looked over, but there was something about how their eyes gleamed when she stretched in front of them and how they kept licking their lips all through her dance routine. One judge, who was a distinguished looking Hispanic gentleman, took one look at her thighs and the gentle curve of her slightly plump belly and nodded to his companions. She felt like she was starring in a cattle auction rather than an audition. In any case, both friends exploded in joy when they were picked along with two dozen other girls. They were told they would be leaving for the club right away and all the dancers positively ran to the waiting bus. One judge was telling the girls who didn't make the cut to come back next week, and he'd make sure everyone got picked sooner or later. He also was telling them to put on some more weight, since the club expected its dancers to have a lot of healthy stamina. Rosa gave the dejected girls an arrogant sneer as she waltzed pass them on her way to her hot new career.
Both Puerto-Rican girls were in a state of awe when they got to the club. It was on a thousand-acre wooded estate outside of San Juan, with a huge, palm treed beach. Several staff members met them at the entrance and warmly introduced themselves to every girl. They then gave each girl a nametag, so the club members could also get a chance to meet them and say hello before dinner. Rosa could also see several staff people digging some large pits on the beach, and Tina chirped that it looked like they were going to have a luau tonight. Rosa desperately hoped she would be invited since she simply loved barbecues. The diggers waved cheerfully at the girls as they got off the bus, and Rosa heard several catcalls as the dancers waved back. A couple of club members wandered over and began to introduce themselves to the senoritas. Rosa overheard some of them cheerfully inviting the ladies to dinner after they got through dancing. Everyone seemed so happy and friendly!
The club itself was an elegant white mansion fronting the beach. The décor was exquisite, and most girls simply gaped at the teak paneling, fine crystals and thick carpets. The opulence made the place seem more like a palace than a social club. Rosa noticed the rich leather furniture, and found herself stroking the smooth surfaces. She had never felt anything so smooth and soft and she wondered were they got it from. Her thoughts were interrupted by a polite 'ahem'. She turned and found herself facing a man and woman who were obviously club members. The man was very handsome, with strong dark features and a muscular build. He held himself with a natural, easy grace that made Rosa's heart flutter. He gazed at her with a look of frank admiration, which was eagerly returned. She couldn't help but like his rugged features and powerful body. She idly wondered how good he would be in bed. She hadn't had a new lover in nearly a week, and she felt a tingle of pleasure as his eyes traveled over her young body. Like everyone she met today, he seemed very interested in her gorgeous little ass. Rosa gave a little smirk as she wiggled her ass slightly just to get his attention. His eyes widened slightly in appreciation. She could barely suppress a giggle as he looked her over like a piece of meat. She knew damm sure that she would let him sample her merchandise if she ever got a chance.
If Rosa was aroused by the attention from the man, she was positively intimidated by the looks she was getting from the woman. She was a stunning beauty, with long jet-black hair, smooth white skin and a voluptuous body that Rosa would give an arm and leg to have. She was obviously at least part Spanish, with finely sculpted features and a naturally aristocratic grace. Her most arresting feature were her deep gray eyes that were almost hypnotic in their intensity. The woman held Rosa's gaze for a second, then gave her a broad friendly smile. The warmth of the smile broke the ice, and Rosa found herself almost instantly liking this regal young woman. The lady held out her hand, which Rosa shyly shook. The grip was soft, but suprisingly strong, 'Hi, my name is Catherine, and this,' she said with obvious affection in her voice, ' is my intended, Richard.' You must be one of the dancers we've heard so much about' Her rich voice was warm and friendly, and very soothing. Richard also introduced himself "my beloved Catherine and I are getting married this evening. We're here for the first time ourselves', he continued in a deep baritone, 'and I have to say you girls are as mouthwatering as we have heard." Rosa finally gave in to the temptation to giggle as the couple took her by the arms and began to show her around the rooms. Catherine absently stroked her arm as they admired the decor, and Rosa was beginning to get aroused by the gentle pressure of the woman's fingers on her soft flesh. Even more arousing were the occasional 'accidental' brushings of Richard's hands against her breasts and rump as he guided her around and showed off various art works. She remembered him saying something about his ranch back in Chile, while Catherine seemed to be a chef somewhere. They were going to be married tonight and spend their honeymoon here at the club and on a world tour. They were looking forward to trying out the local cuisine wherever they went.
After a while, they found themselves in the main hallway admiring a portrait of a darkly handsome, aristocratic looking gentleman. Richard explained to her that the man was the mighty Dolcett himself. Rosa had never heard of him, but Richard told her that he was the leader of a brotherhood that already held power in several third world countries, and would soon rule the world. Rosa giggled at the idea of someone ruling the world, but her friends assured her it was already well under way. He also owned a chain of exclusive leisure resorts around the world, as well as financing projects like Richards ranch and the cooking school where Catherine taught. Their deep reverence for this man was obvious.
What was also obvious was the increasingly sexual nature of her friend's 'tour'. Richard stood behind Rosa, with his bulging pants pressed against her wide buttocks. The Spanish girl felt the hardness pressing into her, and yearned to open up and receive it. He was massaging her shoulders, with his powerful fingers kneading her muscles and slowly testing every ounce of soft brown flesh. Catherine stood to her side, with her face almost touching Rosa's, while her hands slowly stroked the inside of her arm. Rosa was blushing furiously from the deeply erotic teasing. and her skin had grown moist from sweat. She would have dropped to the floor in an instant for either the man or woman. Though she preferred men, she had several affairs with other woman in the past (including a current one with her friend Tina), and the thought of submitting to the love of such a beautiful and stronger woman left her squishy with pleasure. The idea of being shared between them was almost too much to bear. It was therefore almost physically painful when a man who appeared to be the head butler approached her and told her it was time to get ready for her dancing. She gave Richard and Catherine a tearful look, but they gently laughed and let go of her arms. Richard held her hand and to her immense relief promised her that they would be seeing a lot of her later. He kissed her lightly on the lips, and Rosa shuddered in lust when she felt the rasp of his tongue across her lips. Catherine also kissed her slowly on her lips, her tongue actually sliding into her mouth and slowly exploring the insides of her mouth before lovingly reassuring her that she would be more than welcome to have dinner with them. For some reason, they both found this be a bit funny, but Rosa was too horny to take notice of it. With a mournful little pout, she promised to join them later for dinner, then headed of to the locker room.
Rosa got quite a shock when she entered the locker room. She was expecting the usual bunch of beat-up lockers in some dingy room. Instead, the place was right out of a very upscale healthclub. There was a sauna, pool, and exercise equipment; there was even a hot tub! Several young ladies dressed as maids came and lay out fresh snowy towels and invited them to use the facilities however they pleased. The maids were from all over the world, and seemed very interested in the dancers comfort. Rosa overheard one Oriental server whisper say something about 'left-overs' but she was too busy to think about it. The rather cute Asian gave Rosa a heap of towels and offered to massage her before she went on stage. Again, Rosa was awed by how friendly everyone was. No wonder everyone said dancing at Dolcetts was the event of a lifetime! Rosa and Tina got lockers next to one another and began to strip. Rosa's panties were soaked in front and she had to peel the frilly undies off. She played with herself for a minute as she remembered the feel of Catherine's hands on her body. Tina saw where her fingers were and gave her a knowing wink. Tina's panties were also a bit wet, and Rosa figured she had made some new friends too. Both senoritas giggled as they related their experiences. Tina's eyes grew wide as Rosa told her about how she had been seduced by Richard and his bride and how she longed to share their wedding night. Both girls screwed around with tourists for money, but the thought of striking it rich and becoming a pampered house toy for some rich couple was a real prize. Tina also had been 'picked up', and by three gorgeous lesbians no less. They had gone off by the pool for a quickie, which turned into an hour long face sitting session. The three sappho's were deeply turned on by Tina's soft dark body, and they all took turns fucking her with animal fury. Tina admitted she had never been screwed so hard, even by a man, and she had loved every second. The nice (and very rich) young ladies had even invited Tina out to the beach for a Luau tonight! Rosa was a bit envious, not only of losing her friend to another woman, (or women), but that she might miss the luau. Rosa simply loved cookouts. Maybe, if she was really lucky Richard and Catherine would invite her to the barbecue too.
All the girls began to get ready by taking a long hot shower. There was the usual cattiness as the girls compared their assets to those of their shower mates. Rosa couldn't resist flaunting her exquisite body in front of the other bitches! Rosa considered them all cows next to her loveliness and made sure they knew it. She noticed many of the senoritas were even plumper than she was, and made several nasty remarks to them about it. The insults were returned, soon the locker room was in a state of anarchy as the fiery Puerto-Ricans began to pull each other hair and scratch away at one another. Rosa and Tina had ganged up on one very dark-skinned Brazilian girl and were getting ready to kick her fat ass when several staff members rushed in to stop the catfights. Rosa laughed at the furiously cursing Brazilian and haughtily strutted back to her locker.
Rosa certainly liked the costume picked out for her. It was a snow-white silk two-piece outfit, with matching high-heals. There was a set of lacy white socks and garter belts, as well as a gorgeous set of white feathers that fit on the back of the panties. The bra was made of frilly lace, and Rosa smiled as she saw that her taut nipples clearly showed thorough the fabric. The pants were even tighter, and they barely fit over her smooth brown buttocks. She noticed that her some of her pubic hair pushed showed on the sides. She knew that some customers liked this, put she didn't want to look too sleazy at a classy place like this. After all, this was her big break! With a sigh, she stripped naked again and went to the shower to shave off the rich mound of musky hair. Most of the girls were doing the same thing, and everyone began laughing as they had a group shave. Several staff and club members wandered in to watch, and the girls happily put on a show for them. After all, everyone was being so nice that it seemed wrong not to give something back. Several of the men even offered to give the ladies a nice massage to 'tenderize' them. To Rosa's immense relief she saw that Richard was among them. She eagerly pulled him off to one of the massage tables and lay down for him. She then got the massage of her life. She couldn't believe how strong his hands were, or how they seemed to find every muscle in her body with ease. He seemed to know his way around a woman's body like the back of his hand. Her groans of pleasure grew louder as he began to massage her bare genitals. Her Latin blood caught fire, and all the lust she had felt earlier returned with full force. She begged him to mount her. He happily complied, and she gasped as his huge manhood entered her sopping wet hole. He was soon rutting her like a steam engine, his cock slamming against the top of her vagina. She could feel his wild passion as he covered her nut-brown face with feverish kisses. She ground her hips against his, and screamed in animal hunger as she erupted into the deepest orgasm she ever had. No man or woman had made her writhe in pleasure as he did. It took long minutes before she slowed down enough to think again. He gave her a gentle smile and kissed her deeply. Finally he let go as began to get dressed. Dreamily, she asked where his fiancée was. "She's helping out in the kitchen, getting everything ready for dinner, " he said. Tonight's going to be pretty busy and everyone's helping with the preparations." Rosa asked if she could help, but he just laughed. "You're already doing your part," he said with a hearty laugh. All you have to do is bring this hot body of yours to the party, and we'll do the rest. By the way, I can't tell you how happy we are to have met someone like you. I spoke with my wife and she insisted on having you over for dinner. We both can't wait to treat you to the kind of dinner you deserve. See you later."
Rosa was so happy that she actually clapped in joy. She couldn't wait to get the party started. She ran back to her locker and quickly dressed. She pressed herself into the skimpy panties and bra. She frowned at the small bit of pudge that hung over the top of her pants, and was a grateful that no one seemed to mind a little extra flesh around here. She pulled on a lacy white garter belt around one of her muscular thighs, and then slipped into a set of frilly stockings and white high heel shoes. She frowned again when she noticed some stains inside the shoes. God, they looked like old gravy stains! She quickly wiped them off, and gave an angry thought about whoever the previous owner was. God knows how she managed to get any food stains there. She sure must have been a real pig! At least the shoes fit, so Rosa quickly forgot about it. She loved the way the snow-white clothes contrasted with her rich brown skin. She spent a few minutes in front of a mirror, admiring her sultry Hispanic looks. No wonder men loved the spice of hot Latin femininity. Her body was almost perfectly proportioned; the breasts were full, without being pendulous, her body slim yet well rounded. Her raven hair and pitch black eyes gave her face a dark, exotic look, while her soft feminine curves radiated a young, vibrant sexuality. Rosa actually pitied most of the skinny white girls who acted like having so much as an ounce of extra flesh was a sin. Life was meant to be enjoyed to the fullest. Rosa was very proud of her people's naturally passionate nature. Let the white girls obsess over every little fault, she intended to savor her life. Rosa gave herself one last proud inspection, then ran to the stage.
The girls were to dance on a large stage along on side of a large restaurant. There was a walkway, and tables clustered near the stage. The tables were crowded with elegantly dressed men and women. There was an enthusiastic applause as the girls ran on the stage. Rosa was happy to see Catherine and Richard sitting at a table at the end of the runway. There were hot lights shining onto the stage, and soon all the scantily clad dancing girls were covered in sheen of sweat. The girls all took turns doing routines, and each young lady received warm applause. Rosa had a hard time seeing the patrons through the harsh lights, but she could see that all the patrons were following each girl with an almost frightening intensity. Their hungry gazes began to make Rosa nervous, and she saw several people licking their lips as if they were starved animals smelling a steak. She actually saw one Oriental woman actually drool as one Creole did a split in front of her. She actually looked like she was about to bite into the smooth brown thigh that was being flaunted in front of her face. Even their eyes seemed to glow in the reflected light, like a pack of starved wolves gathered around a flock of helpless lambs. None of the other girls seemed to notice, or else took the hungry looks as their meal ticket to a lot of money, and continued to flaunt their bodies for the gathered patrons. If anything, the feral gazes seemed to drive them on even harder, and the stage was filled with the sweaty muscular bodies twirling away in animal passion.
Despite her nervousness, Rosa felt herself giving into the almost tangible sexual tension that filled the air. The loud pulsating rhythm of Latin dance music got her hot blood racing. She reveled in the hot gazes of the diners as she threw her beautiful body across the stage. Despite her plan to show some at least some class, her routines began to get more and more sluttish as her fiery blood boiled under the hot lights. All the other girls had already let themselves go and were acting like little more than common street whores. The nearness of so many passionate girls made her drive herself harder than ever before. She brushed against the other girls slick bodies as she competed with them to dance in front of each table. Her pussy began to grow slippery as she grew more and more aroused. The other girls also seemed to sense the depth of the diner's lust and were all slick with lust to find some rich patron to be fucked simple by. At least two girls were openly masturbating in front of guests, while one dark Puerto Rican fell into the arms of a lighter skinned sister and began to make love at the edge of the stage. Others began to leave the stage and eagerly mingle with the crowd. Each sweat soaked body soon found herself locked in the embrace of some very hungry looking patrons.
Rosa finally found herself dancing alone in front of Catherine and Richard. Her skin was now slick with beads of sweat and her hair was soaked with perspiration. The heat of their gazes sent her into a sexual frenzy. She gyrated for them like the cheapest of sluts, daring them to use her flesh in any way they desired. With a gasp, she felt Catherine reach up and stroke the mound of her inflamed sex. She slid off the stage into the woman's waiting arms. Catherine's mouth melted into her and Rosa gave way into a soul crushing orgasm. Her vagina gushed juice almost like a mans, and her clitoris throbbed with unrestrained lust. Catherine crushed her in her arms as her tongue fucked Rosa's mouth like a sailor using a nickel whore. Rosa ripped her bra off and felt Catherine's hands close over them like silk vises. Rosa gave herself completely to her lover. She wanted to be used, used, used, until there was nothing left.
Catherine rolled her over onto her back on the table and slid between Rosa's sex streaked Puerto-Rican thighs. Her hand thrust into her sex, and Catherine was soon rutting her like a boar. Rosa came over and over again until her orgasms merged together into one long blaze of pleasure. She had never been fucked like this, and she burned in the fires of Catherine's naked hunger. After an eternity of screaming pleasure, Catherine let her go, and Richard brutally entered her streaming cunt. Rosa howled in fucking frenzy as the huge penis rammed against the top of her sex. Her legs thrashed against his back, while her arms squeezed him so tightly her arms ached. Finally, a stream of liquid fire exploded into her, and she ground her hips against him to take his seed as deeply into her as possible. With a grunt, he rolled her over and slammed her onto her belly.
Her face was squished into Catherine's waiting crotch as he took her in her ass. Her ass stretched around his manhood, and she was so lost in continuing orgasm that she didn't even feel the pain of her hole stretching and tearing. She thrust her face deep into Catherine's soppy wet bush, and her mouth and tongue greedily lapped up her pheromone laced sexual juices. Rosa could feel both her lovers come over and over as their lust rose to match hers.
At long last, Rosa couldn't take any more, and screamed in one last convulsive orgasm, than lay limply as her lovers finished rutting her. They all lay panting, basking in the warm glow of their shared pleasure.
Slowly, Rosa became aware of her surroundings. She noticed that most of the dancers had left the room with their lovers. She also became aware of the steady throbbing in her ass , she felt a warm trickle of blood running down between her cheeks. She groggily rose to protest, but Richard put his hand over her mouth and hushed her. 'Rosa, we love you very much, but it's time for dinner.'
Rosa began to ask something, but both lovers held her arms and helped her to her feet. She was disheveled, with her hair a mess, and her crotch a wet mess of cum and dried blood. She winced as she felt her torn anus. The room was near deserted, though it seemed most folks had had sex on the table tops, followed by the floor. It had been one hell of an orgy! The only other people were a group of four butch-looking women who were actually dragging a young and rather used-up looking Rican girl to what seemed to be a kitchen door. The sluts hair was a mess, and her dark brown skin actually was a bit bloody from what looked like bite marks on her shoulders and rump! The struggling Latina gave shrill scream of protest, which was cut off when one of the women actually slapped her right across her pretty face. Rosa gasped in sudden alarm as she watched one of her mates manhandled and dragged through the door. Even more alarming was the shriek of pure horror that the Latin girl gave when the door was opened. She looked like she was looking into the gates of hell before one of the dykes gave her a hard kick in the ass and shoved her inside.
Rosa began to protest, but Richard and Catherine grabbed her wrists and began to drag her. Their faces held a look of cruel amusement as they dragged her across the room. Catherine's face was still achingly beautiful, but is was now a cruel, taunting beauty. Richard slapped her hard across her face, and she tasted blood in her mouth. "It's mealtime, my liitle slut' Catherine sneered. ' It's time you fulfil your life's work.' Rosa began to struggle, but their grips were like iron, and they dragged her inexorably towards the door. She could now hear shrill screams from the other side, and she whimpered in fear at what fate awaited her.
She dimly realized that she was in for a bit more than some rough fucking, but she never dreamed just how bad it was going to be.
The door to the kitchen opened and the first thing Rosa felt was a wave of moist heat on her exposed skin. It took her a minute to take in what she was seeing, and when she was done, she realized her worst nightmare was nothing next to this. The far wall was lined with what looked like ovens, while four large wooden butcher blocks took up the middle of the room. The blocks were big enough for a girl to lay on, and had brass rings at each corner so she could be tied down while being dressed for dinner. Rosa gagged when she realized that these were butcher blocks, and the girls were being laid out like animals in a slaughterhouse. The huge kitchen was a hive of ghoulish activity, as nearly a dozen struggling girls were readied for their fate. All the blocks were occupied, and several senoritas hung from ceiling chains waiting for a table to open up.
Frenzied Spanish screaming echoed from one of the ovens, and Rosa gasped when she realized that someone was actually cooking inside! These people were, were, CANNIBALS! Both of her captors laughed out loud at the look on her face as she took in the dinner preparations. It would have been worth it just for the look on her terror-stricken little piggy face as she realized who just would be serving dinner tonight. Just for fun, they dragged her over to one of the butchering tables so she could watch one of her fellow dancers get ready for supper.
A husky young Mexican girl was stretched over the block nearest Rosa. She was lying on her back, with a wooden roller under the small of her back, so that her walnut colored belly was stretched in the air. A young couple beamed proudly at her as they laid out a glittering assortment of knives and saws. The couple spoke quickly in French, while pointing out various parts of her body like they were discussing a tray of steaks in a supermarket. The Mexican's eyes were wide with fear as the couple stroked her limbs as they talked. Finally the man picked up a meat cleaver while his wife began to tie tourniquets around the Latin's wrists and ankles.
The Chicana's eyes bulged when she saw the glittering cleaver. She began to babble something in Spanish, but the man and woman only laughed at her. The man grinned and swung the cleaver right through one of the Mexicans brown ankles. There was a loud crunch as the blade chopped through the bones and tendons and into the wood beneath. The tapered foot flew off her leg and landed on the floor a few feet away. There was a quick gout of blood, quickly stopped by the tourniquet. The Chicana gave a shriek of pain that echoed off the walls. Her body thrashed against the block, the bindings cutting into the flesh of her wrists. With her ankle gone, the leg was now free, and the blood soaked brown limb thrashed around like a tapped animal. Rosa could see the thick red meat that encircled the porcelain bone. The French woman picked up the severed foot and with a flourish, shoved it toe first into the Chicana's gaping mouth. The foot was shoved so deep, that the brown girl's jaws bulged and her screams turned into lchoking gags. The sight of the brown cow laying there gagging on her own slim foot gave everyone in the kitchen a good laugh, with the understandable exception of the young senoritas who would be soon be joining her.
The unhappy Chicana soon lost her other foot as well as her hands. The woman severed each finger separately with a wire cutter before her husband hacked off the hand. The Chicana's stifled screams faded to low moans as she watched her hands and feet put into a bucket with parts from other girls to be used for soup stock. The fingers and toes would be grilled or breaded and deep-fried. Sadly, the bloody Muchacha didn't seem to care how she would be used. In her pain, she had almost chewed through her foot, her teeth grating against the bones in the instep. She gagged and retched on the taste of her blood and meat in her mouth. She had also swallowed several chunks of her skin and gristle which only added to her misery. Her cannibals then put tourniquets on her thighs and shoulders. The rope bit deeply into the soft brown meat of her limbs. The senorita struggled feebly as the couple lovingly caressed her hot skin. The woman began to lick the blood and sweat off the girls arms while her husband laid out a set of butchering tools. The Chicana soon began to weaken, and now lay limply on her block while her killers took a few minutes to enjoy her one last time. The man slid her to the edge of the block, then shoved his penis into her shaved cunt. He slowly pumped the dying woman, while her wife gently licked the nut-brown skin clean of blood. Her licks turned into little love bites on the shoulders and arms, each time nipping off little slivers of skin and meat. The Mexican flinched with each bite, her spasms sending jolts of pleasure into the husband's dick. He finally came with a shout, sending a thick spurt of cream into her loins. The wife also came, ripping out a divot of shoulder flesh with her teeth as she orgasmed.
The merry cannibals then got back to getting their Spic ready for the oven. The man slit the taut brown belly open, from crotch to rib cage. At the first kiss of the knife, the Spanish chicken screamed so loud that her foot popped out her mouth. She writhed around with such energy that she had to have her bindings tightened before she could be gutted properly. No one wanted a partially dismembered Spic rolling around the kitchen floor making a mess. Her belly was then sliced open, with secondary cuts along the bottom her rib cage and from hips to hip. The belly muscles were nice and thick, yet soft enough to part easily. The flaps of brown skin and wet muscle were pulled aside to reveal her coiled guts. The screams slowly faded, as the girl began to go into shock. Carefully, the man reached into the belly and uncoiled the intestines. While his wife held them, he cut them below the stomach and above the rectum. The mess was then thrown into a bucket. The colon and other trash organs were also disposed of, then her rectum and stomach were flushed. Both organs were stuffed with wads of pita bread. The girl's body tremhemorrhage as it was brutally violated. Her breath came in ragged pants and she gave an occasional soft moan as she was stuffed like a fat holiday dinner goose. A huge heap of brown rice and chopped mushrooms was placed in her abdomen. The flaps of tummy skin were sewed over the bulge of her belly. A thick stick of butter was shoved up her ass. Her cunt was stuffed with some mushrooms and cheese which mixed with the mans cum that was already pooled inside her sex. The man laughingly asked her if her cunt felt nice and tight, upon which he sewed her pussy lips together with a heavy twine. Finally, a thick layer of butter was massaged over her body, and into her thick curly hair. More butter was poured down her throat, then a wooden ball was shoved into her mouth to hold it open. She would have an apple crammed between her lips when she was served. The butter and blood mingled on her skin into a glistening rust colored coating. Finally, she was rolled over onto her cooking tray. There was a platform in the middle where her gorged belly could rest. Her arms and legs were bolted to the side of the platform. The tendons around her knees and elbows were severed so her muscles wouldn't bunch as she roasted. Vegetable were piled up around her, a final layer of butter poured onto her brown back, and she set aside to wait until her oven got heated.
Behind her, A large black-skinned girl was tied standing up to a heavy metal frame. Her arms and legs were stretched nearly to the breaking point, while her body hung exposed in the middle. The girl's cola dark skin shone with sweat. She recognized her as the Brazilian girl with whom she had a fight with so long ago. Now the woman looked at Rosa with huge, fright-filled eyes. An Asian couple stood next to her, talking quietly while they stroked and examined her body. The women seemed especially interested in the Brazilians skin, and eyed the South American like on would appraise a leather purse offered for sale. Finally, the couple came to an agreement, and Rosa overheard the woman mention the word 'overcoat'.
Her husband grinned and handed her an ornately decorated skinning knife.
Both Rosa and the Brazilian screamed as they both realized what was about to happen. Rosa couldn't help but notice that the large Brazilians flawless skin would easily fit over the slim Asian with room to spare.
What also came to mind was the memory of all that rich leather upstairs, and how she admired how beautiful and soft it had been.
The Puerto-Rican whore gagged in horror as the Asian made the first incision in her new leather coat. The knife slid into the skin covering the Brazilians armpit. The Eastern woman expertly cut a circle starting under in the middle of the armpit, then working over the shoulder and back under till she reached the starting place. A thick line of ruby blood swelled out of the wound, leaving the incisions outlined in fresh blood.
The South American heaved and shrieked like a banshee, but the bonds held her motionless. The husband took a knife of his own, and worked it under the skin, slowly teasing the wet hide away from the muscle below. The couple laughed like school kids committing some prank, as they began to gently pull the loose skin down over the cow's arm like a sleeve. The underside of the skin glistened as it was peeled from the body. The dark red meat underneath pulsed with life as it was relentlessly exposed. Any resistance was dealt with by quick deft strokes from one of the knives. It was obvious they had done this many, many times, and they made it look like son's play to flay a woman alive. Rosa kept gagging at the sight of so much raw, wet meat and exposed tendon. Finally they reached her wrist.
The man released her arm from its cuff and again the woman made a circle around the limb, and then completed the job by pulling the black skin over the hand and completely free. The flayed skin hung limply in the woman's hand. The Brazilian stared at it with saucer sized eyes, and began to howl like the wakened dead. The Oriental couple got right back to work, and soon the black girl's limbs were longs lengths of bloody flesh. The thick ropes of muscle along the dancers limbs clenched and twitched in pain, and Rosa simply couldn't imagine what pain they must be feeling. Several of the cannibals nearby stopped work to watch this feat of craftsmanship, which meant Rosa and the other girls also got to watch. Incredibly enough, the Brazilian was still alive, and looked at her tormentors with pain glazed eyes. Finally, the couple began to flense her torso. The man fondled her big breast with gusto before the knife reached them and lay them open. Rosa remembered taunting this girl over her huge boobs, and could only now look on as they hung like dripping bags of hamburger. The girl lived long enough to see her prizes laid open, and then she gave one last shriek and died. Everyone began to get back to work on their morsels, and Rosa's gave the flayed carcass one last look just in time to see the couple begin to dismember it with a meat cleaver. The bright red limbs flew away from the carcass as the pair butchered her with all of the dignity of a cow in a slaughterhouse.
Finally, it was Rosa's turn. Richard roughly threw her onto the block that the dismembered Mexican had just left. She could feel the wet, sticky blood against her back when she hit the chopping block. Rich held her legs down while Catherine tied her wrists to the rings. Rosa winced in pain as Catherine deliberately bound her wrists painfully tight. "Don't worry, my little whore, Its going to get a lot worse" Catherine said with a cruel smirk. Her ankles were soon secured, and it was time to chop the chicken.
With a flourish, Richard handed his fiancée a large ivory handled knife. Catherine gave Rosa a wink and casually slit her brown belly open from cunt to ribs. At the first kiss of the knife Rosa let go of a soul-wrenching howl. There was a burning sensation as the blade slit her belly flesh open. The knife made a wet slitting sound as it parted the muscles over her intestines. Richard held her down so her thrashing wouldn't spoil the cut, and a gout of bright red blood splashed onto his face. He grinned as he licked his lips clean of the salty juice.
With practiced skill, Catherine completed opening up Rosa's belly and snipped the intestines free. She pulled out the mess and dumped it into a scrapple bucket. "Ugh" Catherine said, no matter how many girls I gut, it's still a mess. Maybe after the conquest we'll breed bitches with smaller guts. You may not appreciate this, but I almost puked when I cleaned out my first doe. She was a Spic like you, some streetwalker Richard picked up down in Rio, and the damm hooker had some of the biggest guts I've ever seen. Worse yet, the dam bitch had gas.! I though I was going to die. Of course Richard had already tasted the food of the Gods, at the hand of Dolcett himself. I damm near ended up as dinner myself before I convinced him I liked the Ladies the same way he did. That hooker was my initiation test, and I almost vomited all over her. Thank god I didn't, or I may have ended up cooking in the oven alongside her. Least she tasted good. I've developed quite a taste for Latin bitches since then, especially fat little piggies like you."
Catherine continued prattling away about the culinary charms of Latin American women as she finished emptying Rosa out. Rosa's ovaries joined her guts in the bucket, then her kidneys and Pancreas. Catherine smirked as she felt the top of Rosa's cunt and made some crude remarks about how big and meaty it was. "I see this has gotton a lot of exercise" she taunted, "Why hell, it's the biggest muscle in your who body!" She then sewed up the bottom of Rosa's stomach and the top of her sphincter. Catherine smiled at the sight of Rosa's diaphragm pulsing to the beat of the dying Puerto-Ricans breaths. Richard handed her a bucket full of stuffing and the bride to be began to pack it in. The thick Pita paste filled out her wide belly, soaking up the pooled blood.
The final ingredient was a generous helping of minced girl meat. To the girl's horror, Catherine walked over to a meat locker and soon returned carrying a slim brown arm that had been severed at the shoulder. Rosa stared numbly at the slender limb as it lay next to her. She could make out the fine down on the nicely rounded forearm, as well as the bright red polish on the long manicured nails. Rosa couldn't help but wonder whether the 'donor' had been alive or dead when the arm had come off. She certainly now knew where all the previous dancers had gotten too!
Catherine grinned at Rosa as she expertly flensed the arm of all its tasty flesh. Within a minute the limb was nothing more than bare bone and a pile of dark red meat and sliced skin. The Puerto-Rican looked on as Catherine picked up a strip of skin and meat and popped the bloody morsel into her mouth. Catherine gave a look of pure ecstasy as she slowly ground the spicy flesh between her teeth. She swallowed it with a shudder of pleasure. "Richard can be as happy as he wants with the putas he raises on the ranch, but I'll take a soft city slut any day" she grinned. With that, she took the strips of flesh and methodically pounded them into mincemeat.
Rosa was surprised at how soft the meat was, but Catherine confided in her that you had to kill a girl real slow to get her this tender. It was one of the reasons all the girls around here had a long, slow death. Besides, Catherine grinned, "it's just good clean fun to slow-kill bird-brained sluts like you!" By the way, she sneered, "I want you to know how nice it is of you to roast to death just for my wedding. "Just think, me and Richard will be fucking all night with you melting in our bellies. We'll fuck and fuck next to your roasted corpse, and when I swallow some cum," she laughed, "it'll hit you in your ass."
Catherine then mixed the minced girl arm into Rosa's stuffing and molded the soft mold into the shape of Rosa's belly. Richard then tugged the flaps of belly skin closed and began to sew the Puerto-Rican shut. Rosa gazed up at him through a veil of pain. She blubbered a faint plea for mercy, which was answered with a laugh. Catherine began to massage a thick layer of cooking oil into her rich brown skin. The strong fingers kneeded the soft flesh of her limbs, while Richard massaged her torso. Rich asked her if she liked her last massage, Catherine then began to fondle Rosa's fleshy cunt, gently covering the entire passage with oil. She then stuffed some more girl arms meat and stuffing into her, then sewed her cunt up for the last time.
Finally it was time to get Rosa into her oven. Rich and Catherine rolled her off the block and onto a huge steel tray. The tray was covered in a layer of soft greens which felt cool against Rosa's tormented skin. Her rump was positioned in the air, with her legs under her. Her lovely slim arms were splayed alongside her face so her breasts rested against the tray. Rosa whimpered as Richard took some of the white feathers she had used in dance routine and stuck them into her sewed asshole. He shoved the sharp quills deep into her ass, and spent some tome poking them around and causing her as much pain as possible.
Catherine carefully coiled her hair into a bun, oiled it, then carefully moistened her face. "We want to keep these pretty features safe while you cook" she purred, " I want to see your face while I eat you." They rolled the tray over to one of the ovens and lined it up on the guides so she could be rolled in. She lay there crying while the rest of the wedding party filed in to look at her. Ohs' and Ah's filled the air as they took in the sight of her oiled limbs and fleshy torso. They all introduced themselves, and thanked Rosa foe making tonight's dinner special. They gathered round the stuffed brown goose, admiring her nicely prepared body.
The best man was bit put off that her cunt was already sewn up, but promised her he would soon be tasting it anyway. Everyone spent some time exploring the stuffed piggie, dividing up her sweet body amongst them.
Rosa simply blubbered in misery as she heard who would soon be eating her arms, and legs, and even her lovely, shapely ass. Even more shameful was the fact that half her eaters were women, who seemed even more eager than the men to begin eating the delicious body of their rival. Finally, it was time to cook, and as the party counted down from ten the happy couple slid her into the searing womb.
Like her sisters, Rosa gave one great shriek of pure despair as she was rolled feet first into the oven. She screamed for someone to show pity on her, but she only heard laughter in response. The heavy door slammed shut behind her, and she lay on her tray awaiting the heat that she knew was coming. The sides of the oven had clear plastic windows in them and she saw Richard and Catherine grinning at her through them. Richard gracefully opened a bottle of wine and poured everyone a glass of the ruby fluid.
Catherine leaned against the window and whispered through a vent " If you don't mind, we'd like to raise the heat very slowly. It'll make you taste better, and we'll get to hear you scream for as long, long, time."
Catherine laughed as both cannibals began to tease her about how good she would taste and how much pain she would have to endure before she reached the mercy of death. The seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely, and Rosa couldn't believe that she would roast like a pig while in the world outside her oven, people celebrated her agonizing death. She pleaded for mercy, but this only seemed to make the cannibals even merrier. Her cries began to rise in volume as the first real warmth caressed her skin. She could saw the rest of the wedding party arrive to watch her burn and could hear them discuss which parts each wanted to eat. In times past, hearing her body described in such brutal detail would have enraged her, now it only caused her horror as she overheard how the cuts of her meat would be distributed. She screamed in Spanish that she was a woman, not some meat animal, but even Rosa now knew that it was true. Her whole life would be summed up by how good her flesh would taste, how many bellies she would fill to repletion. No one would remember her as a person, only as a particularly delicious meal.
Rosa's screams began in earnest as the heat moved beyond a pleasant caress and began to sear into her tender skin. She bucked and heaved on her tray as the burning blossomed into raw agony, but these cannibals had done a good job, and the violent thrashing barely even disturbed the vegetables she was laying on. The wedding party gathered round in grisly communion to watch the life cook out of her. Catherine eyes hungrily followed the beads of sweat that formed on Rosa's nut colored back, and watched as they tricked over her torso. The Puerto-Rican was bathed in dew, but no sauna in the world would ever produce sweat as sweet and salty as a woman cooking. Everyone cheered as the first bead of fat appeared on her shoulders, and Rosa shrieked in pure torment as her body was forced to yield its juices. Her skin slowly turned from it's rich coffee color to a bright cherry red. In time, the skin turned darker red, then lapsed back into a rich, but darker brown. The earthen colored flesh was covered in an oily coat, and steam began to rise from the slowly struggling torso. The stuffing in her ass and cunt began to cook, and a thin wisp of steam rose from her exposed crotch. Rosa's eyes were beginning to glaze over, and her last sight was of the happy couple as they watched her die. From a great distance she heard Catherine gently thank her for dinner, and the sounds of the leaving echoed in her ears. They had a wedding to get to, while she had only her pain to keep her company. They left her alone there, in the dark, to find a lonely and searing death.
Rosa endured pain beyond all description. The terrible, searing heat melted into her, until her whole body floated on a sea of anguish. Her frenzied screams had long faded down into a continuos moan of pure torment. She could actually feel her insides slowly cook. Even more horrible was the enticing aroma of hot savory meat that slowly filled the oven. Rosa knew this was the enticing scent of her own flesh live broiling. It would be the last thing she ever smelled, and in her tormented madness she found it beautiful. Her tongue reached out to coat her parched lips and she eagerly licked the drops of oily fluid she found there. She was too far-gone to care that that the flavorful oil was her own fat that streamed out of her. She greedily licked the hot juice, savoring the taste of her own flesh as she died. Rosa's last thoughts were on how warm and comfortable it would be in her lover's stomachs. All pain, all sadness would end there and she welcomed the thought like an erotic dream. As the searing heat crept into her brain, she gave one last whimper and softly faded away to into oblivion. Her soul left her body on the wisps of steam that slowly rose from her roasting flesh.
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The kitchen door burst open and a young Puerto-Rican girl was carried out fresh from the ovens. Her glistening body gave off a cloud of savory steam as she was wheeled over to her table. She had been roasted with her slim rump stuck high in the air and her shapely legs gathered under her in the classic doggie style. Her lovely arms were sprawled at her sides so that her heavy bosom lay on top of the vegetables piled on the bottom of the pan. Her reddish brown arms and torso lay in a pond of oily gravy that had poured out of her body and tits as she cooked. The naturally dark-cream Hispanic skin had reddened during cooking and now shown like wet copper.
It was still moist from the lard that had been rubbed into it, as well as the girl's own natural juices that had seeped out her flesh as it broiled.
She had been live roasted, of course, so her head was still on. Her features remained suprisingly lifelike. Only the hard glaze of her coal-black eyes and the slight singe of her tomboy length hair, as well as the tiny wisps of steam wafting from her pert nose set her apart from her still living sisters. She had an apple crammed between her stretched lips and florets of broccoli plugged her ears and nose. For decoration, the kitchen staff had slipped on a set of stiletto heals onto her baked little feet and had impaled bright red peppers on the heals. She wore a set of lacy white stocking that reached up past her ankles, and a snowy white garter belt on her muscular thigh. Pretty petite lace cuffs graced her slim wrists and ankles. To op it off, a spray of brilliant feathers protruded from her cinnamon colored ass that made her look like the club dancer she once had been. All in all, she was a vision from cannibal heaven and the heavy musk of cooked woman flesh made every mouth water.
She was being served up to a very hungry wedding party. The eager bride and groom and the two best men and women glowed in appreciation as the steaming Latin angel was laid onto their table. The bride and groom stood up and shyly accepted the hearty congratulations of the other guests. Hand in hand, they took a knife and cut into the wedding girl's gleaming buttocks. There was a spurt of juice, then the knife slid through the half-melted skin and into the rich meat below. They cut a thick slab off the end of the Spaniards butt, then held the dripping morsel up between their lips and bit into it together. Everyone applauded as the blushing cannibals consummated their union with a mouthful of hot girl meat. They kissed deeply when their lips met in the middle of the marhemorrhage chunk of ass. Finally, hunger pulled them apart and they got down to the happy business of carving the girl up. The groom began the cheerful task of slicing up the rest of the Puerto-Rican's gorgeous cheeks while his bride got busy carving the lovely brown shoulders. She was an expert carver, and both shoulders were bare all the way down to the ivory bones. She then began to strip the smooth back, starting below the woman's ribs and going down to the hips. The filets along the Spaniards back parted easily, revealing thickly marhemorrhage flesh that melted in the mouth.
One bridesmaid reached under the roasted girl's stomach and cut open the stitches holding her belly together. A stream of hot stuffing cascaded down into the hot pool of gravy beneath her. The stuffing was an old recipe of rice, minced girl meat (also Puerto-Rican, along with hot peppers, raisins, and spiced with cloves and nutmeg. The spiced Latin stuffing went well with most South Americans and was a house favorite. The stuffing was scooped up and piled onto platters already heavy with slabs of rare Latina. Each platter got a helping of the gravy soaked vegetables that had cooked under her body. The broccoli and sweet potatoes were dripping with hot girly fat as they were served. The drooling woman then took a filleting knife and carved out the meaty cunt. She deftly sliced along the pubic bones and soon pulled out a huge plug of estrogen-soaked flesh. The Puerto-Ricans sex had been stuffed with salsa and had been sewn shut prior to cooking. The spicy and very tender flesh was cut into cross sections and each guest got a portion. The clitoris was served with some fanfare to the hungry groom, who picked up the dripping sex organ and plopped it into his mouth. His eyes closed as he slowly chewed the intensely spiced morsel. He shuddered despite himself, as he swished the meat around in his mouth, taking long minutes to slowly mince it with his teeth. With a sigh of complete contentment he swallowed the woman's sex and quickly helped himself to a slab of dripping thigh. His wife asked for the Latina's vaginal lips, and delicately shredded her rival's organ with her teeth before slowly swallowing it with a look of angelic happiness on her face. Both bride and groom loved Hispanic flesh and they agreed this one had cooked to perfection.
The best man took a cleaver and whacked off a whole arm at the armpit. He held up and admired the severed wing in all of its loveliness. The arm had been immersed in the girl's steaming juices, and thick streams of congealing gravy ran down its length and fell onto his plate. He lovingly bit off her pinkie finger, chewed it for a while, then spit out the small bones. He repeated this with the other slim fingers, treating each one like a fine delicacy, and spitting out the gnawed bones into a small pile. He then used the cleaver to chop the forearm and shank into cross sections and smothered each pink ham with salsa sauce and bell peppers. The hot spices blended perfectly with the lean arm meat to make a superb feast. The happy cannibal actually preferred the lean, delicate flesh of a woman's arm to the heavier meats of her legs and waist. A lady with nicely muscled, but feminine biceps and healthy forearms promised some of the best eating in the world. Each muscle had a unique taste and texture, from the lean slightly tough flesh of the forearms to the thick tender filets of the upper arm. He'd take a nice set of Spanish fingers and wings over the plumpest ass any day. Soon, all the lithe meat was cleaned off the first arm, and he happily chopped off the other one and began the feast all over again.
Meanwhile, the second bridesmaid asked for one of the plump drumsticks. The groom obligingly took up a cleaver and hacked cleanly through the back of the knee. The bridesmaid then twisted the steaming joint in her hands till the entire calf popped free. Throwing decorum to the winds, the happy woman began to gnaw the joint like it was a huge meaty drumstick. Fat and juice dribhemorrhage down her chin and onto her gown as she ripped through the limb with her teeth. Great hunks of skin and muscle disappeared into the ravenous woman's maw. Lengths of wet bone soon appeared wherever she put her mouth. After many minutes, she looked up with an embarrassed smile, but no one objected to her enthusiasm. Her escort laughed and wiped her chin with a napkin and offered her a nice piece of ass. She accepted with a grateful smile while he helped himself to a boob and some shoulder, and both friends settled in for a long slow meal.
While the cannibals ate their hearty feast, a staff member helpfully began to cut the rest of the corpse up. The cooked Spanish goose soon lost her second leg at the hip. By this time, both buttocks and her crotch were long gone, so her hips were little more than bare bone. The leg was then chopped up into thick hams. The head was removed and set on a dish with some parsley sprigs and flowers. What was left of her second arm was expertly flensed of its remaining meats. The neck, feet and knees were tossed into a bowl for soup stock. Finally, the waiter began to break down the rib cage. She was rolled over onto her back and her half melted breast was opened up and the glands removed. The blissful couple shared her now chewy nipple. The waiter then cleaved her ribs on both sides of her breastbone and spine, and then pried the meat-heavy ribs away from the near empty torso. The skin was kept on the ribs, and each sturdy bone was encased in dripping meat and moist derma. The briskets were sliced off near the bones and set aside. The useless lungs were thrown out, while the heart was splashed with picante sauce and served to a happy wedding guest. The couple then took up the platter piled high with juicy ribs, sprinkled some tangy hot sauce onto the meat, and went around the room offering all the other dinner guests some of their wedding girl. Everyone happily accepted a rib, but made sure to hand back a portion of their own meals in return. Soon the couple struggled back to their table with the huge platter overflowing with cuts and filets from a dozen or so girls. It was doggie-bag heaven.
Finally, the weary feasters arose from their table. Everyone's belly was stuffed to the top with zesty Puerto-Rican. They all agreed that Latina's made some of the best roasters in the world, and planned to heat up a few more in the days ahead. Their lovely Puerto-Rican dancer was little more than a pile of bones and soup scraps strewn across the table. Everyone carried a bag of leftovers for some midnight snacking. As they reached the door, another sultry Puerto-Rican lass was led in. She was handcuffed and looked nervously at the merry newlyweds. She was slender, with long wavy black hair and light mocha skin over a slim but healthy body. Her small tits and pert ass gave her an innocent, elfin look that was betrayed by the dark vee of pubic hair at her crotch and the lustful look she gave the groom's bulging pants. To the honeymooners delight, their friends had bought this senorita as a bed-warmer gift on their wedding night. Both lusty cannibals grinned as they thought of some games they could play with their new slave. Whether she would be still alive in the morning to feel her flesh hit the breakfast grill was anyone's guess. With grateful laughs the merry couple led the girl away into the warm tropical night.