by Unknown (if anyone knows the author please let me know)
WARNING
For those that haven’t read this story it is a work of pure fiction it contains graphic descriptions of abduction, sexual violation, torture, abuse and murder.
If you are not a fan of this type of work I suggest you read no further, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.
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Kristy was terribly uncomfortable and disoriented. She was so groggy she couldn’t quite make sense of anything. But gradually, as the haze began to clear from her mind, she see realized that she could hardly move because her hands were fastened behind her to her ankles by handcuffs chained to shackles that dug into the soft flesh of her ankles. She had terrible cramps in her legs from lying on her side in this position.
It was pitch black because there was some kind of bag over her head that felt as though it were tied at her neck. She realized, too, that she was naked and lying on some kind of course cloth or rug or something. From the noise of an engine and the sensation of motion, Kristy realized she must be in some kind of vehicle on a road somewhere, probably the back of a truck. That was it, because she could smell the diesel fumes.
As she began to fully comprehend her circumstances she grew terrified and began to shake. “Where am I? What’s happening to me? How did I get here?” She attempted to calm herself by trying to convince herself this was all some nightmare from which she would soon awaken. But as her head became clearer she realized that she was clearly awake and this was real. She hurt too much and the metal cutting into her wrists and ankles was too cold and hard for this to be that kind of nightmare.
Kristy began to retrace in her mind the day’s events. She had been skiing and grown tired and decided to go to the lodge by herself to rest and sit by the fire. The place was almost deserted save for the two young men — very good-looking men — who started talking to her. While she knew she shouldn’t, she started flirting with them. They were in their early twenties, and they told her they were visiting the states from Brazil on a holiday.
Kristy liked their accents and the attention they were giving her. They moved to a table in the corner of the nearly deserted lodge. The taller man — Antonio, she remembered now was his name — had gone to get some drinks. Antonio and his friend -– Raoul was his name — teased her about having to drink hot chocolate while they drank Guinness.
Kristy remembered now that she had probably sat there at the table drinking and talking for at least an hour. Antonio and Raoul were very funny, telling stories about their lives in Brazil and joking about what lousy skiers they were. They preferred the beach to the snow. Antonio then suggested that they go to his condo behind the lodge and have something to eat.
Kristy wanted to go, but she didn’t think it was too good of an idea to go off with these two men she had just met. They seemed nice enough, but you just never know. But Antonio was really good looking, and she had a feeling her friends were going to be out on the slopes for a while yet. What harm would there be to hanging out with these guys for a little while?
The condo was incredible. Antonio explained that it belonged to a wealthy friend of theirs who they visited from time to time. Raoul got some chips and salsa and poured margaritas for all three of them. They put on some music and sat on the big sunken couch in front of the fireplace. Kristy quickly downed her margarita and asked for another.
While Antonio went to fill her glass, she got up and walked around the room. It was filled with interesting items. There were two giant grizzly rugs on the floor and the head of a huge elk mounted on the wall. There were also erotic paintings and photographs that made Kristy blush.
As she was staring at a large framed black-and-white photograph of a woman kneeling and sucking the large glistening penis of a very muscular man, Antonio stepped up beside her with her drink. “Do you like that? Our friend has interesting taste in art.” Kristy blushed a deep crimson as she looked meekly at Antonio and said she thought his friend had a lot of “interesting things.” Kristy took the drink and walked back to the couch.
She was feeling really nervous now but was also getting kind of turned on by this whole thing: these two guys were really hot and they were lavishing the attention on her. She quickly began sipping on her second drink as a warm alcoholic haze slipped over her, relaxing her and unloosening her inhibitions.
Now, Kristy’s memories suddenly got fuzzy. What happened next? It must have been them, but how could this have happened? It all seemed so fast. She felt so stupid to have gone off with the two Brazilians — never mind how good looking and charming they were. Her friends must have noticed her missing. Someone must have seen her with Antonio and Raoul. The police must be looking for her. Someone will find her and save her. This is so embarrassing to do such a stupid thing as let this happen to me.
Kristy must have fallen asleep or slipped back into her drugged stupor again, because the next thing she knew, the truck had come to a stop and she heard a lot of noise and the sound of men’s voices speaking in what sounded like Spanish. Her legs were just numb now from having been bent back in the same position for so long. She had no idea now how long it had been. Her stomach felt hollow. Her mouth was so dry. God, when was this going to end? They would at least take her out of this confined space and feed her or something, wouldn’t they? She began to think that anything they might do with her now would be better than being stuck in this crate or whatever it was she was in.
Then, footsteps and the sound of the men’s voices coming closer; someone was sliding the crate she was in towards the back of the truck. Suddenly, she felt the sensation of the crate being lifted down and carried somewhat roughly away from the truck. The crate was set down and then picked up again. More men’s voices: Kristy listened intently but couldn’t understand a word.
Then, the sound of boards being pried loose and the crate shook, as the lid must have been lifted off. Kristy felt a blast of hot, humid air against her naked skin. She felt large, rough hands grasping her arms and legs as they lifted her up out of the box. She felt the chains pulling and the jangling of stainless steel as someone apparently unfastened the chains between the handcuffs and the shackles, releasing her at last from the terribly uncomfortable position she had been in.
Slowly, she straightened out her body on the concrete floor beneath her. She lay there for a few minutes regaining feeling in her legs before someone roughly grasped her by the shoulders and gruffly said something to her she couldn’t understand. He pulled her up on her feet and then she heard the sound of men’s voices around her, by the tone of their voices they were joking with each other and evidently commenting about her.
She realized again that she was completely naked save for the bag they kept tied over her head. Now, she felt hands touching her breasts and her ass. Someone put his hand between her thighs from behind and grabbed her pussy, momentarily sliding a finger into Kristy as she tried to pull away. He pulled his hand away and slapped her ass. This provoked more laughter from the men. Then, someone picked up her little 92-pound body and effortlessly threw her over his shoulder and carried her off. She could hear the men laughing in the background as she was carried off. She was too tired and confused to resist.
After what seemed a long walk, the man set Kristy down on her feet. He started to untie the rope that was holding the bag over her head in place. He lifted the bag from Kristy’s head and the light momentarily blinded her, having spent so much time in the pitch dark under the bag. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, she could see the large dark-skinned man standing in front of her with a smile on his face, taking in her naked little body.
Kristy started to speak, but he raised his hand to her mouth and shook his head. In broken English he said, “No. Do not speak unless ask you to speak. Do what we say and it will be better for you.” Kristy was still in a kind of daze and simply, mechanically did as he asked. There was an open toilet bench along the wall and he told her to use it if she needed to. He stood and watched her.
She was embarrassed, but she needed to use it and there was nothing she could do. When she had finished, he took what looked like an old leather dog collar from a hook on the wall and put it around Kristy’s neck. Next, he attached a leash to it and led her into another room with a drain in the floor and a garden hose with a spray nozzle coiled up on the other wall.
He led Kristy to the far wall by the drain and hooked the leash to a ring built into the concrete wall. He turned on the water and pointed the strong jet of icy water at Kristy, who shook and screamed as the cold water hit her. He laughed at her as she tried to avoid the water and turned off the nozzle for a moment as he came over to turn her around so he could wash her back with the hose.
Having thoroughly washed Kristy, the man turned off the water and coiled the hose back up. He came over and unhooked the leash from the ring on the wall and led Kristy from the room. She was shivering from the cold water, her sandy blond hair clung to her head wet and tangled. Her nipples were hard from the cold water.
They went down a long underground corridor until they came to a heavy door. As she entered the room, it first struck Kristy that she was entering a dog kennel, then she realized that some of the cages held naked girls. A couple of girls stared out through the bars at her while others lay curled up in their cages. The man unsnapped the leash from Kristy’s collar and pushed her into an open cage. He pushed the door closed and padlocked it before turning and leaving the room.
Kristy’s cage was small and the floor was covered with sawdust. A stainless steel bowl filled with brackish-looking water sat in the corner. She looked through the bars of the cage at a dark-skinned girl with large breasts who sat in the cage nearest to hers. “What is this place? Why are we hear?” asked Kristy. The girl answered in broken English, “They bring us here to sell. People buy us. That what man tells me.”
“But how can this happen? Who buys us? What do they do with us,” asked Kristy. “I don’t know. We be slaves or sex toys or who knows what,” said the girl. Then, they heard the sound of a key turning in the large door through which Kristy had entered the room. In walked Antonio. He walked right to Kristy’s cage and stopped. “How could you? What have you done with me, you bastard?” Kristy began to scream.
“Shut up, little bitch,” said Antonio. “You will do exactly as I tell you, or you will pay dearly. Now let me get you out of there and take you someplace a little more private,” he said as he laughed. Antonio opened the cage and reached in to hook a leash to the collar. He led Kristy down the hall and up a short flight of stairs. They went up another flight of stairs to a small room where two middle-aged men in business suits were waiting.
Antonio began speaking to them in Spanish or Portuguese or whatever language the other men Kristy had encountered here was speaking. He told Kristy to stand in front of the men and then turn around. He told her to bend over and spread her ass for them. When she did not immediately obey, he jerked on the chain and glared at her. Frightened, she bent forward and spread her ass for them.
One of them felt her thigh and her buttock and said something to the other. Antonio pulled Kristy upright with the leash and told her to turn around and face the men again. One of the men ran his hand over her tight, athletic stomach up to her small firm breasts. Next, he held Kristy’s chin in one hand and pushed open her mouth with the other, examining her teeth and sliding a couple of fingers in her mouth.
They spoke again and then said something to Antonio. He shook their hands and they left. Kristy was crying now. “What is going on? What are you doing with me?” she pleaded to Antonio.
“You will find out soon enough, my sweet little Kristy. But now we are alone and maybe you could do something for me.” Antonio unzipped his pants and hauled out his huge, erect cock. He stroked it in his hand and asked, “Do you like this, Kristy? I think you must have been thinking about this when you came with us to our place. Maybe you would like to feel it and taste it. If you do a good job, maybe I can make things a little easier for you.” Kristy was still filled with fear, but the sight of tall, dark, handsome Antonio standing there with his big dick in his hand sparked other feelings as well.
Antonio pushed Kristy down onto a chair and then, grabbing her by the hair with one hand and holding his cock in the other, he told her to lick it and suck the head of it. She had never sucked a cock, and his salty skin tasted good. For a moment, she lost herself and began to vigorously lick and suck the head of his dick. As he got more excited, Antonio began to try to force it deeper into her little mouth, causing her to gag a couple of times. Finally, as he pumped on the shaft of his dick and held tightly to the back of Kristy’s head, he began to shoot his thick, hot, salty load of cum into the back of Kristy’s mouth.
“You had better swallow it all, girl. It may be the only meal you get today.” Kristy couldn’t help but swallow most of it. When he had finally stopped cumming, Antonio pulled his cock from her mouth and pulled her up by the leash. Looking into her eyes he said, “you did a good job. I’ll see that you get rewarded.” With that, Antonio zipped his pants and let Kristy back to her cage. Without saying a word, he turned and was gone.
Kristy sat in the sawdust on the floor of her cage, her hands still chained behind her and her ankles in shackles. The salty taste of Antonio’s cum lingered in her mouth. It was the only thing she had eaten in who knew how long, and it was not enough. As she began to nod off, she heard the now familiar sound of the heavy door to the room being opened. A man she hadn’t seen before entered and walked over to Kristy’s cage. He had a bowl of milk and a threadbare blanket. He unlocked the cage, threw in blanket and set the bowl of milk on the floor of the cage. He said something in his language to Kristy that included unmistakably the name “Antonio,” and then left.
Kristy knelt in front of the bowl and greedily lapped up the milk like a hungry dog. Then, she twisted the blanket around her and fell asleep.
Kristy was awakened by the sound of her cage door being unlocked. The man who had brought her the milk and the blanket the night before bent down and attached the leash to Kristy’s collar and tugged on it, while gesturing for her to get up. He led Kristy through the labyrinth of halls out to a portico where Antonio was sitting with five or six men who looked like the other guards or keepers that she had seen here. They were all joking and drinking and smoking their cigarettes. “I hope you liked your meal and your blanket,” Antonio said to Kristy. “I told you that you would be rewarded for doing a good job.” He laughed and started speaking to the other men in their language.
Antonio had a riding crop in his hand. He spoke to the man who had brought Kristy up from the cage and the next think she knew, the man was standing behind her, holding her snugly by the chain attached to her collar. Antonio walked up to Kristy and slid the riding crop along the curve of her thigh. Then, he turned the riding crop around so that it’s thick leather handle pointed away from him. Holding it firmly in his hand, he pushed the thick end of it into Kristy’s mouth and made her suck on it. As he moved it in and out of her mouth like a cock, the men laughed and jeered him on. He then took the handle and lowered it between Kristy’s thighs.
She flinched and tried to back away, but the man holding her by the collar did not allow her to move far. Antonio rubbed the handle against Kristy’s pussy lips and then roughly pushed it up into her. He thrust it deep inside of her and roughly worked it around as she began to scream for him to stop. He laughed and said something to the men who began to get up and come over to join in the fun. Antonio pulled the glistening leather handle from Kristy’s pussy and lifted it back up to her mouth. Holding her head by her hair, he forced the handle into Kristy’s mouth again and made her taste her juices.
Antonio moved behind Kristy and guided her to a wooden bench, forcing her to straddle it face down. Her knees fell on either side of the bench, but the chain of her shackles kept her feet from completely reaching the floor and the shackles cut into her ankles. The men now lined up and began unzipping their pants, getting ready to take turns fucking her from behind as she lay helplessly straddling the bench. Kristy screamed and sobbed as the men roughly assaulted her tight pussy. Eventually, they had all had a turn using her and two of the men lifted her up from the bench and forced her to kneel on the floor as they all stood in a circle around her jerking off. Several of them jerked off onto her, shooting their cum into her hair and onto her face and body. Deciding, evidently, that they had had enough entertainment for now, the men went back to their drinks and cigarettes and left Kristy there on her knees on the floor sobbing quietly and soaked in their cum.
Now, there was a general commotion as the men got up and began to go off into the building. The same man, who had brought Kristy up from the cage downstairs, now took her leash once more and led her into the building. She soon found herself back in the room with the hose and the drain where she had been washed off when she first arrived.
There were a couple of other girls, looking as though they were in their early teens as well, chained to hooks on the wall and already being washed by a man with the hose. He paused while Kristy’s guard led her up to the wall and attached her leash to a hook as well. Once again, Kristy had to endure being sprayed by the high-pressure stream of icy-cold water. When he decided that they were clean, the man with the hose turned off the faucet and left, leaving Kristy and the two other girls soaked and shivering from the cold water.
“Do you speak English? Do you understand me?” she said to the two girls. The one shook her head sadly, and the other, a tall dark-haired girl with a rather buxom body, said “A little.” “Do you know where we are? What are they going to do with us?” “I don’t know exactly where we are. A guard told me that they sell us, like animals.” And then she looked down and started to cry. Through her sobs she said, almost in a whisper, “They come to buy us for meat.”
Kristy gasped, “Did you say ‘for meat’? That’s crazy. I’m sure they are just going to use us for sex or make us work as whores or something…” “No,” sobbed the girl. “He said they buy us to eat.” As Kristy’s mind began to race in terror at this revelation, one of the guards returned to the room and led away the first girl. A few minutes later, he returned to lead away the dark-haired girl, leaving Kristy alone and shivering in the dank room.
Now, it was Kristy’s turn, and she too was led away by her leash. She struggled against it, but the guard just jerked harder on the leash, quickly overcoming her will to resist. He led her out of the building across a yard to a large shed. As she was led into the shed, she could see that some chairs were arranged around a central arena area in which eight naked girls were chained to wrought-iron rings attached to a thick beam that rested maybe six feet off the ground behind them.
A group of men, including the two men in business suits who had examined Kristy the night before, were milling about looking at the girls. Kristy was chained to another ring and a couple of men immediately came over to examine her. Before long, several other men came over and took turns examining Kristy’s body. They seemed especially interested in her tight athletic belly, thighs and ass.
She overheard one man speaking to another in English saying that she was probably the best of the bunch but might end up being too expensive. For Kristy, the whole thing had become surreal. She no longer knew what to believe. None of this seemed real, and yet, the chains rendering her helpless, the soreness between her legs where Antonio and his men had raped her, the well-manicured hands examining her body — they were all very real, but to buy her so they could kill her and eat her — that was crazy. That couldn’t be what this was all about. Could it?
The well-dressed men were milling about, thoroughly poking and prodding the frightened, sobbing girls. As if to confirm for Kristy the dark-haired girl’s chilling words, they really were treating the girls like pieces of meat.
Several of the men seemed to delight in handling the large breasts of the girl at the other end of the line, pulling and squeezing and weighing them in their hands as if they were trying to decide how much meat they might make when sliced off and cooked.
They bent girls over and examined their asses, squeezing their buttocks and thighs to determine how firm they were. Kristy’s ass, in particular, attracted a lot of attention and comments. One man traced his finger across her thigh as if to describe a cut of meat to his companion who looked on, actually seeming to lick his lips at the thought.
Several of the men could not resist the temptation to finger Kristy’s pretty little pussy with its tufts of sandy blond hair, roughly spreading its sore lips and examining their pink interior, and some even forcing a finger or two into her cunt and laughing with each other at the reaction it provoked.
Her asshole, which had been spared much abuse in her encounter with Antonio and his friends the night before, was also a tempting target for probing fingers. Kristy tried several times, but to no avail, to resist as men examining her ass took advantage of her bent-over position to slide a finger into her tight bunghole.
The men seemed largely oblivious to the fear and discomfort of the girls, save to smile or laugh when a girl who spoke Spanish or Portuguese would try to ask her examiners something or when a poke or prod or finger inserted into a pussy or asshole provoked a particularly animated reaction. Attempts to say anything were met with a hard slap to the cheek or a sharp jerk on the chain attached to a girl’s collar.
The girls seemed to have learned quickly and painfully that the price of not standing and bearing the humiliating treatment was harsh punishment. Kristy knew now that she was just an animal to these men. They were very cold and terribly cruel; they were evil people who regarded the girls as nothing more than objects with which they could do as they wished.
Through their eyes, Kristy was not a pretty, vibrant young girl, but a shapely ass, a pretty pair of young breasts, a fresh young pussy to be abused — just so many delectable cuts of meat waiting to be carved up and prepared for some forbidden feast. While part of her still resisted the reality of what was happening to her, at some level, Kristy realized that this was how it felt to be a helpless animal about to be sold for slaughter.
Alternating between detachment and abject terror, she trembled and sobbed quietly as the whole bizarre scene played itself out around her – played itself out with Kristy as an unwilling participant. She couldn’t yet quite imagine all that was about to happen to her, but Kristy began to wish that, whatever it was, it would just be over with.
Evidently to keep the sobbing and occasional screaming of the merchandise from distracting the buyers, the men running the auction began to gag and hood the girls. First, they gagged the girl with a device consisting of a rubber ball with strings attached on either side so it could be held firmly in the wearer’s mouth. Then, Antonio, who seemed a central participant in this whole process, put a bag over the girl’s head and wrote a number on her ass with a marker. Trembling and sobbing, Kristy watched as the men worked their way down the line towards her.
Some girls struggled, and others seemed too dazed or beaten down to resist. One girl, a short African, attempted to bite the man as he tried to place the gag in her mouth. Antonio took a cylindrical object from a loop on his belt and pushed the end of it up against the girl’s pussy. She yelped loudly and jerked violently as Antonio shocked her with what Kristy then realized must be a cattle prod. A couple of the other girls who had been struggling with their chains and generally trying to be uncooperative, recoiled in horror as they watched the African girl almost collapse in pain, only held up by the chain attaching her collar to the hook overhead. The African girl was quickly gagged and hooded and didn’t put up any further struggle.
When they came to Kristy, Antonio grabbed her roughly by her hair and said, “Your turn now, my pretty little slut.” Antonio’s assistant then expertly forced the foul-tasting rubber ball gag into Kristy’s mouth, tying it uncomfortably tight around the back of her head, and making it difficult for her to utter any sound beyond a muffled sob.
As he got ready to place the bag over Kristy’s head, Antonio grabbed her ass for a moment, laughed, and whispered to her, “it’s not your pretty face they are interested in. It’s fine young girl meat like this…” Kristy was plunged into darkness as Antonio pulled the heavy bag over her head and drew it up tight around her neck with a cinch strap. Next, Kristy felt the marker pressing against her backside as Antonio wrote the number “9”. Finally, finished preparing Kristy and the other girls, Antonio slapped Kristy’s ass and warned with a chuckle, “watch out for men who like to play with their food…” Kristy could hear some of the men who were now gathering around the edge of the little platform set up in front laugh at Antonio’s dark humour. The auction was about to begin.
Coming Next: How much per pound will Kristy fetch?
Despite ongoing attempts of police organizations and policymakers around the globe to halt it, white slavery and trade in women and girls goes on in many places to this day – especially in the poorer countries and other locations where great wealth comes directly into contact with abject poverty on a daily basis. The Russian mob, for example, is famous for selling young women lured from impoverished lives in Russia and Central Europe into prostitution, sometime holding auctions for these unfortunate young women. From time to time a buyer of one of those girls might have other uses for his merchandise than those anticipated by the selling party; however, the auction in which Kristy had the misfortune to find herself was something different, distinguished by the total lack of pretence that it was anything but a meat market.
All the men there in the shed that morning knew why these girls had been selected for sale and what their buyers intended to do with them. Many of the buyers were here specifically because this event was so beyond the bounds of even their jaded lives, in which many of them regularly, in one way or another, bought and sold people and killed with impunity.
The organizers of this human auction were careful to cater to the desires of their buyers for a truly unique experience – careful to ensure that it was something more than a slave auction that the focus was on the girls as meat and nothing else. To this end, the experience was designed to resemble the cattle auction that it, in essence, was.
The chairs for the buyers were arranged in semi-circle around the central area in which the nine naked girls were chained to wrought iron rings attached to a thick beam that set behind and above the heads of the girls. Each girl was shackled with enough chain between the shackles to enable her to walk. Each had her hands chained behind her back. Around their necks were the dark-leather dog collars to which the chains connecting them to the beam were attached. The heavy black bags over their heads were each cinched tight about the neck just above their collars, disguising all but the shapes of their heads. For the girls with longer hair, the hair had been pushed up under the bags before they were cinched. The numbers written on the left ass cheek of each girl went in order from “1” to “9”, with Kristy bearing the number “9.” This would be the order of the sale: believing that Kristy might fetch the highest price of the nine girls going on the block (an athletic young American girl being a rare and greatly sought after item at these auctions), the auctioneers had decided to sell her last.
Between the girls and the semi-circle of chairs on which the buyers sat, there was a small wooden platform – approximately 5-feet square – raised about two feet up off the bare concrete floor. There were a couple of steps at the back so that girls and their handlers could step up from the floor onto the platform. A table was set up off to one side of the main area where the auctioneer and one of Antonio’s men could keep track of the proceedings. Two men stood ready to lead the girls up onto the stand and display them to the buyers during the bidding. Both had done this before and understood of the finer points of displaying a particular girl’s best attributes in such a manner as to attract the highest bid.
The tropical sun beat down now on the corrugated tin roof of the shed. Beads of sweat dripped from the brows of the men – many wearing wool jackets or even worsted suits – who sat waiting for the auction to begin. Kristy stood shivering with fear as her athletic, 4-foot-11-inch body glistened in sweat. Her sandy blond hair lay clinging damply to her head, a tangled and matted mess under the heavy hood the auctioneers had placed over it. The foul taste of the ball gag and the ache in her jaw from the manner in which it was forced into her mouth further added to her discomfort.
Handcuffs held her wrists together helplessly behind her back as they had since she had arrived at this terrible place. The steel shackles felt heavy about her ankles, rubbing against the rawness where they had cut into her skin during the journey in the crate. Her abused pussy was sore from her rape the night before and the poking and prodding of the men who Kristy imagined were now staring at her, licking their lips and drooling, as they thought about what they might do with her and the other girls lined up here.
All morning, Kristy had been grabbed and touched and prodded and poked with fingers in her pussy and in her asshole. Now, about to endure her next indignity, she stood chained and naked with a heavy hood over her head ready to be auctioned off to some wealthy sadist who would torture her sweet young body and slaughter her for her meat.
While she could see nothing from under the hood, Kristy could hear the activity around her as the auction began. It was conducted mostly in Spanish, so she did not understand most of what was being said. Nevertheless, in any language, the cadence of an auction is unmistakable, and the auctioneer regularly slipped in some English, especially when talking about the current bid.
To start things moving, one of the two men whose task it was to display the merchandise, unhooked the chain of the girl with a number “1” on her ass, the large breasted girl at the other end of the line from Kristy. He grabbed one of her large breasts, twisted it roughly, and used it to lead her up to the platform. He stepped up the stairs first, pulling the girl along behind him and using her breast as a handle. As the auctioneer began to solicit bids, the handler led the girl around the platform. He carefully displayed her breasts, forcing the girl to lean forward so that the buyers could better judge their size and firmness. He turned her and bent her forward so that they could look at her ass. He spread apart her buttocks so that the bidders could get a good long look at her asshole and pussy.
After about 10 minutes of displaying the girl on the platform as the auctioneer harangued the bidders, a final bid was taken, and they were ready to move on to the next girl. Number 1 was returned to her place and her chain was hooked back to the ring.
The auction proceeded slowly as one by one each of the girls were led up onto the platform and displayed while the bidders often furiously bid up the price. The process was much the same for each, with the handlers always taking the time to display what they had identified to be the bet selling features of each girl as well as the obligatory spread ass.
Finally, it was Kristy’s turn. A handler unhooked her chain from the ring set in the beam and led her toward the platform. He held Kristy’s chain firmly from behind. He pushed her awkwardly ahead of him up the stairs onto the platform. There, he first pushed Kristy around in a semicircle so that the buyers could get a good look at her body from each side. Then he stopped her in the middle of the platform and turned her around.
He bent her over and spread her ass to fully expose her asshole and pussy. He held her there; spread open like that for a while as the bidding escalated. He was a shrewd judge of the finer points of selling girls like Kristy. He knew that nothing got these men going like the sight of a helpless girl spread open like this.
He held her there like that spread open for longer than he had most of the girls. He knew that some of these men would pay a tremendous amount of money to own Kristy’s pussy and tight ass and the right to do anything they wanted with her, to inflict the most brutal tortures, to butcher and eat her.
The bidding for Kristy reached a fever pitch: $50,000; $55,000; $60,000; finally, one of the most active bidders, the dark, seething cocaine kingpin Don Miguel, ended the contest with his winning bid of $70,000 (that’s about $760 per pound “on the hoof”). That was more than a girl had ever brought at one of these auctions. For his part, Don Miguel thought nothing of spending $70,000 for Kristy. The idea of torturing and slaughtering a pretty American schoolgirl to serve at a dinner party appealed to his demented mind.
Don Miguel was one of those peculiar products of a fascist state who had as a young man found a “healthy” outlet for his psychopathic tendencies when he had joined a Columbian army death squad and rapidly distinguished himself for his brutality in helping to deal with insurgents and indigenous peoples in the dirty little war the government waged against them.
It is one of the many peculiarities of fascist states like the Columbia of the 1980s or Argentina under the Generals and especially of Hitler’s Germany with its Gestapo and SS brigades that psychopaths can find supportive institutional outlets for their mental illnesses that just aren’t available in the North Atlantic democracies where they are more likely to be locked up in an institution for the criminally insane or a maximum security prison.
Don Miguel was one of the most horrendous products of such a culture, known for his extreme over-the-top exhibitions of violence. One story attached to Don Miguel, for example, was how he had once killed and dismembered a maid who served the wrong wine at a dinner he was hosting. Exploding in anger, he had grabbed a carving knife and slicing her to pieces right there at the dinner table in front of the guests as they looked on in horror. His employees and associates in the cocaine empire that he ruthlessly dominated lived in constant fear of sadistic obsessions and his volatile anger. This was the man who now owned Kristy.
Now, the auction was completed and the buyers had moved to the table at the edge of the auction area where they were handing over wads of greenbacks and heading over with the handlers to collect their merchandise. Don Miguel had one of his bodyguards count out the money from a briefcase, while he himself went over to inspect his purchase. He had decided that he had to have Kristy from the first moment he had seen her, and now she belonged to him. This was going to be fun.
Through a door in another section of the shed, a demonstration was going on of how to butcher the meat that had just been purchased. Many of the men moved into the room, and some brought their purchases with them. Don Miguel led Kristy in by her chain and removed her hood so that he could make her watch. At first, Kristy was relieved to have the hot, suffocating hood removed from her head, but what she saw as she began to take in the scene before her made her blood run cold.
There were two hoists with hooks on them hanging from the ceiling. A large table with a butcher-block top sat in the area beside the hoists. On the wall were a number of butcher’s tools including knives of all sizes, meat cleavers and saws.
Now, a couple of men lead a very pretty, shorthaired blond girl into the room. While she would have brought a good price at the auction, her abductors had bruised her and the auctioneers had decided to save her for this special purpose. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back with a rope and she was blindfolded. They led her in with a choker chain. Another man wearing a stained leather apron came in from the side and started examining the girl. He asked the men to lead her up to the centre of the area where the buyers and their purchases were standing.
He began talking to the audience in Spanish and pointing to the girl as one of the men turned her around, displaying her from different angles. Then, he took a stick of grease paint and started marking cuts of meat on the girl’s body, carefully explaining each one and the particular qualities of this unfortunate girl’s body to the gathered crowd.
Kristy was terrified as she watched this spectacle unfold in front of her. She could not believe what she was witnessing, and was hardly aware that Don Miguel stood behind her holding tightly to the chain with one hand and massaging her ass with the other.
When the man in the apron was done marking the girl’s body, the two handlers took a length of rope and started tying together the increasingly terrified girl’s ankles. A hook was lowered from the hoist and the two men lifted her up and attached the hook to the rope tied around her ankles as she now screamed and struggled.
The girl screamed even more as they now hoisted her completely upside down. They left her there struggling for a minute or two, and then the man in the apron, the butcher it was now apparent, took a large knife and slit the girl’s throat, ending her screams. After the gush of blood from the severed artery in her neck, her body stopped moving, and the butcher took the knife and deftly sliced her head from her body.
Catching the girl’s head by the hair before it fell to the floor, he took it and set it on the table. Explaining to the onlookers as he went about his business, he sliced open the girl’s body from her pussy all the way down the middle of her chest. He quickly removed her guts and discarded them in a trough that had been provided for the purpose.
In a matter of a few minutes he had expertly cut her down to two slabs of meat that were then lowered onto the table to be carved into individual cuts. Kristy’s kept her eyes closed, telling herself once again, without much conviction, that this all had to be some terrible nightmare from which she would soon awaken.
Kristy shook as Don Miguel slid his fingers between her legs from behind and began to rapidly work them in and out of her aching cunt. She could hear his heavy breathing and the sounds of the crowd gathered round watching the butcher work on the slabs of meat to which the blond had been reduced.
She tried to keep her eyes closed and shut out the reality of what was happening in front of her, but from time to time she would open her eyes and see the butcher hard at work with his knife and cleaver, slicing the flesh from the girl’s carcass. The feel of the rough fingers of her new owner in her sore pussy made her wince from time to time, but it was a strange pain mixed with pleasure. She actually wished that he would take her from here and rape her or at least do something with her to take her mind off what she was witnessing.
Don Miguel’s fingers abruptly stopped, and he jerked Kristy’s head by the chain and rasped to her in heavily accented English that she should pay attention to what was happening up on the butcher table in front of them. “Don’t you want to see what is going to happen to you? But don’t worry,” he laughed, “I have a better butcher, he will carve you into much better meat than that.” Kristy began to cry again, and Don Miguel jerked the chain again and told her that it was time to go.
Mercifully, Kristy thought, Don Miguel led Kristy from the butchery demonstration and led her back into the main area where the auction had been held. A couple of Don Miguel’s men were there waiting for him, and he handed Kristy’s chain to one and barked an order at him in Spanish. The two men laughed and led Kristy off to a corner where they proceeded to stuff her into a large burlap bag, which they then tied off at the top with some twine.
Kristy squirmed and tried to get comfortable in the bag just as the men picked it up and carried her to a waiting car outside, where they threw her into the trunk for the ride to the airport. The burlap scratched Kristy’s skin, but all she could think about was the image of that poor blond girl being hoisted up by her feet to be killed and butchered.
This man had bought her for this very purpose. Kristy, a pretty, athletic, American teenager was going to be slaughtered like an animal and served as meat at a meal. This wasn’t happening. This was some kind of horrible nightmare that became more and more grotesque as it proceeded.
All Kristy could think about as she lay there naked and chained and helpless in a burlap bag in the trunk of the old Cadillac speeding down the bumpy road to the local airstrip, was the blond girl’s headless body hanging from the hook and the way the butcher’s knife had sliced open her stomach and chest as he prepared to gut her.
Much of the blood had already drained from the body when he had initially slit her throat to kill her, so what was shocking was the shear gory weight of her entrails as they were sliced and pulled from the body cavity and the sickening sound of the knife slicing deep into the flesh and muscle, striking cartilage and bone.
It was amazing how rapidly what had been a pretty girl was reduced to so many pieces of meat that looked remarkably like those with which Kristy was familiar from the meat section of the supermarket. She kept thinking over and over about how this same thing was going to happen to her and she cried and she moaned and she pulled at her handcuffs thinking that just maybe, somehow, she might find a way to escape from this terrible horror film in which she found herself trapped.
The journey to the airstrip was short, and before long, Kristy felt the car come to a stop and after the sound of slamming doors and brusque commands, she heard the trunk opening and the bag in which she was enclosed was roughly lifted from the trunk and carried awkwardly away from the car.
Two of Don Miguel’s bodyguards carried Kristy from the car and up the stairs into his waiting turboprop. They roughly dropped the bag in the back of the plane behind the last row of seats in an area reserved for luggage. There was a great deal of commotion as men boarded the plane and it hastily prepared for takeoff. Within minutes, Kristy felt the increasing gravity of acceleration as the plane hurtled down the runway and was rapidly airborne.
After a somewhat bumpy ascent, the plane leveled off and Kristy could hear activity in the cabin as men started to get up and move around. Suddenly, her bag was being opened and she looked up to see Don Miguel’s sinister face staring down at her with his intense steel-grey eyes focused on her.
Don Miguel reached down and grabbed Kristy by the hair, roughly pulling her from the bag and forcing her to stand in front of him. As Kristy looked around her, she could see that the relatively spacious passenger cabin of the plane held about a dozen overstuffed seats, about half of which were occupied by men who were now looking over their seats at Kristy and Don Miguel.
Don Miguel let go of Kristy’s hair and when she tried to back away, he caught her by the chain still attached to her collar and holding her still with that hand, slapped her face hard. Kristy reeled in pain and tried to back away more. Filled with rage and lust, Don Miguel now pushed Kristy down into the seat next to where they had been standing and proceeded to unbutton and unzip his pants. He pulled out a huge cock with bulging veins and stroked it, as he looked at Kristy sitting there helpless in that seat. He thought for a moment about forcing his cock into Kristy’s mouth but then thought better of it as he realized what damage Kristy’s teeth combined with a little unexpected turbulence might cause.
Instead of trying to fuck Kristy’s mouth, Don Miguel roughly forced open Kristy’s knees and knelt down over her so that he could push his huge dick into her tight, sore cunt. Kristy recoiled back into the soft padding of the seat, but there was really nothing she could do to resist.
She felt she no longer had the energy to resist as the bulk of Don Miguel’s massive organ plunging deep into her. He brutally pounded her with thrust after thrust into her tight pussy. He continued on for several minutes, enjoying the power and the pleasure of being able to enjoy his new property so completely. When he was finally ready to cum, he pulled his cock from Kristy and spewed a huge, sticky load of cum all over her belly.
When he had finished cumming, several of his men on the plane hooted and applauded, and without missing a beat, Don Miguel, his half-engorged cock still hanging from his fly, turned to the aisle and took a bow. Spying a spoon resting on a plate in the seat on the other side of the cabin, he reached over and picked it up and turned back to Kristy. Using the spoon, he scooped up a huge wad of his cum from Kristy’s belly, and then, holding her mouth open with one hand, proceeded to spoon his semen into her mouth. Kristy tried to resist at first, but ultimately gave up, swallowed his salty cum as he spooned as much as he could collect into her mouth.
Satisfied for now, Don Miguel zipped and buttoned his pants and returned to his seat. One of the men asked him something and he laughed and responded affirmatively. The man came over and took Kristy by the chain and led her up the aisle of the plane. He let each of the men look at her and feel her up and then he strapped her into the seat next to him and watched her for the rest of the short flight to their destination.
The plane landed on a rough runway on a plateau jutting from the side of a mountain. They taxied into a large hanger and stopped. The man who had guarded Kristy for the final part of the flight grabbed her chain and jerked her up from her seat. He led her back to the door at the rear of the plane and down the stairs into the hanger.
Many of the men who were busy working in the hanger stared at Kristy and made catcalls and comments as she was led by. As Kristy was led out of the hanger, the view before her was spectacular. Mountains rose up all around, but in the foreground, a complex of buildings set in a lushly wooded glade lay to the side of the plateau opposite the edge of the plateau where they had landed.
The sun was warm on Kristy’s naked skin as she was led across the broad expanse of grass towards a gate to the main compound. Once inside the main gate, Kristy was led into an imposing but garishly decorated house. She was led into a large room that looked as if it might be used as a ballroom or as a large room for parties. In the centre of the room on a large table sat a cage.
Kristy was led to the cage, and the man opened the door and roughly helped her up onto the table and pushed her into the cage. He closed the door to the cage and locked the large padlock that had been hanging from the door. Then, he turned and left, leaving Kristy alone, naked and chained, sitting in a cage in the middle of this large room.
Kristy was starving and thirsty. About the only thing she had had in her stomach since this ordeal had begun was the cum of the various men who had fucked her mouth, or as in the case of Don Miguel on the plane, had scooped it up and fed it to her. Kristy was so famished and thirsty that she found herself thinking that even the thick, salty semen – the thought of eating it would have grossed her out a few days before – was better than nothing. Anything was better than this hell of awaiting the horrible fate that she now knew was about to befall her. Why didn’t they just get this over with and put her out of her misery?
But Don Miguel wanted to play with his new possession for a while before slaughtering her and feeding her to his guests.
Kristy must have fallen asleep, for the next thing she knew, she was awakened by the sound of footsteps coming across the parquet floor of the large room. Two women who looked as though they were servants were coming towards the cage accompanied by a large man with an automatic rifle.
One of the women unlocked the padlock and opened the door. She gestured for Kristy to come out and she meekly complied. The two women helped Kristy down from the table, and one took her chain and led her towards the door, while the other girl and the man with the gun followed. Kristy wondered if this was it, if they were going to kill her now. She was numb to the whole thing now and just wanted the ordeal to end.
Much to Kristy’s surprise, she was led up a massive granite staircase to the second floor of the mansion and then down a hallway to a large, fabulously furnished bathroom. A hot bath complete with fragrant soaps had been drawn and after the women had helped Kristy to the toilet, they helped her into the bath and bathed her and washed her hair. The women did not speak and when she tried to say something to them, one put her finger to her lips to indicate that Kristy should be quiet.
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After they had bathed Kristy for some time, the women helped her from the tub and thoroughly dried her body. They brushed and combed her hair and even applied a little makeup to her face. Kristy had not felt so good in days. She was amazed how, despite the fact that she was still chained and frightened, the bath had made her feel more relaxed and made her feel uncertain now about what was really happening.
Now, as the women looked on with what appeared to Kristy to be deep sadness in their eyes, the man with the gun took her chain and led her back down the hall and down the stairs. He returned Kristy to the room in which she had been kept earlier and put her back in the cage. A bowl of water had been provided for her, and she lapped it up like a dog, not even noticing as the man locked the cage and left.
Shortly, servants started setting up chairs and tables at the far end of the room. They brought out glasses and many bottles of liquor and looked as though they were preparing for a large gathering. Shortly thereafter, men started filtering into the room and pouring drinks and laughing. Several, then came to look at Kristy in her cage. They walked around looking at her and joking with one another and laughing. As more and more men came into the room, she wondered what was going to happen to her now.
There must have been thirty or forty men in the room now and as they drank and talked and laughed, the din in the room became very loud. Then, Don Miguel walked into the room and it suddenly grew completely silent. He walked straight across the room to Kristy’s cage without acknowledging any of the men as he walked past them. When he reached the cage he glared at Kristy with his cold, grey eyes and walked around the cage once, making sure to examine her from every angle.
Then, he walked up to the cage and said to her in his heavily accented English, “Perhaps if you entertain us well, we find other uses for you and not slaughter you. What do you think?” Kristy thought for a second about what he had said and said, “I’ll do anything, anything at all if you promise you won’t let them do to me what they did to that girl back there. Please, mister. Please.” “Okay,” said Don Miguel. “You have to please us, though. Try hard, my cute little slut.” Kristy didn’t really understand what Don Miguel was talking about, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be as bad as being strung up and slaughtered like that poor blonde girl she had watched being butchered after the auction.
Don Miguel, of course, had every intention of butchering sweet Kristy and serving her at his long-planned feast, but he knew how the condemned would grasp at any chance no matter how unlikely it might be, and he knew he could use that to make Kristy a more willing victim for this evening’s entertainment. It would be a lot of fun to see how hard she worked to please all of the men who were going to use her tonight, thinking that she might be spared if she somehow pleased them enough.
Don Miguel walked back to the other side of the room and clapped his hands and spoke to the men in Spanish. Some began to sit down while others refilled their drinks first. Don Miguel returned to Kristy’s cage and unlocked the door. He helped her down from the table and led her over to the area in front of where the staring men were sitting. He led her around and then turned her back to them and bent her over so they could look at her ass. He whispered to Kristy in English to dance for them a little, to move her ass and make them want her.
Kristy reluctantly obliged, wondering what would come next. Men were now starting to make catcalls and to jeer her on. As Kristy looked back at them, she saw that several at already unzipped their pants and were stroking their cocks as they watched. She started to get an idea about what was going to happen next.
Don Miguel wanted Kristy’s ass first. He took the chain attached to her collar and pushed her roughly toward one of the tables from which the men had been pouring their drinks. He pushed aside empty bottles and glasses and then bent Kristy over the table face down. He unzipped his fly and, taking his huge, hard cock in one hand and holding Kristy down with the other, plunged into her tight asshole. Kristy screamed in pain as he lunched his big dick into her. He continued to pound violently into her as men began to line up behind him for their turn. Don Miguel pounded away at Kristy for what seemed an eternity and then she heard him grunt and felt him shaking as he came in her.
As Don Miguel pulled away, another man took his place. Kristy was quickly growing numb from the pounding as man after man raped her ass. Eventually, Kristy must have passed out from the brutal pounding, for the next thing she knew, she was being jerked up off of the table by her chain and pushed down onto her knees, as still more men lined up with their cocks in hand, ready to try to force them into her mouth, while someone stood behind her holding the chain attached to her collar so that she could not move too far back as each man forced himself upon her.
Kristy was forced to suck cock after cock and swallow numerous loads of cum as more of the men fucked her mouth and jerked off there. Kristy’s jaw ached and the skin on her neck was rubbed raw where the collar cut into her, but she had to keep trying to please these men. She thought that this was her only hope of escaping a far worse fate.
Kristy’s ordeal continued for well over two hours. Finally, however, the men had all had their chance or two at using Kristy’s helpless body for their pleasure, and they left Kristy bruised and crying on her knees in the middle of the floor, her face and hair drenched in cum. The alcohol had begun to wear off and some of the men were starting to get restless speculating about what the next entertainment for the evening might be.
Don Miguel was famous among his men for these elaborate, debauched entertainments where he would arrange bizarre spectacles often designed to display his total lack of regard for human life and decency. Don Miguel enjoyed, for example, the shock value of bestiality, having recently entertained his men by allowing them to watch a poor, hapless young peasant girl they had kidnapped from the streets of the village down the mountain suck and stroke the huge cock of a stallion until it had blown its huge sticky load all over her face and hands.
They had poked and prodded her naked body with spike-tipped poles, forcing her to not only perform fellatio on the horse, but to lick up as much of the mess of horse jism as she could from the dirty concrete floor of the shed where they had staged the show. When she had finished, they killed her by impaling her on one of the poles and then had thrown her body out for the guard dogs to gnaw on. They could only imagine what fate Don Miguel had staged for Kristy now that they had all had a chance to brutally gang rape the pretty young American girl.
Kristy was faint and she ached all over. There was a burning pain in her ass and her legs still felt numb from her brutal rape by the room full of men. Now, two men lifted her up by the arms as another began removing her handcuffs, shackles, and collar. Kristy wondered what was happening, for she had been chained like this since she had awakened in the box at the beginning of this ordeal.
Then, two men come up along side her with a long pole on their shoulders. The men holding Kristy by the arms carried her to the pole and the first took her hands and a length of rope and began tying her wrists very tightly to the pole. The second man then lifted Kristy’s feet and began tying her ankles tightly to the Pole. Now, Kristy found herself painfully suspended from the pole by her wrists and ankles, trying to hold her head up so that she could see what was happening around her, but feeling a pain growing in her neck the longer she tried to hold it up and keep it from falling back.
Large French doors at the edge of the ballroom were opened and the men began a procession out the doors, led by the two men bearing the pole to which Kristy was attached. It was growing dark outside, and the damp air was growing cool. Kristy shivered as she felt the cold against her naked skin and as she wondered what was in store for her next.
The procession came to a large outbuilding situated about 100 meters from the mansion they had just left. A large door was open and the lights were blazing inside. As they entered, Kristy twisted her head to see what was in the building, as she turned her head painfully to her left, she saw hooks hanging from a track on the ceiling and the headless, gutted bodies of two women hanging from the hooks. Kristy now knew that Don Miguel’s words to her had been empty and that she was about to suffer the fate that she had so dreaded.
The men bearing Kristy walked on into the building to an area where there were two saw horses underneath which were a couple of other poles like the one that Kristy was bound, and they set the ends of the pole down on the saw horses so that Kristy was left dangling a foot or so above the concrete floor. The procession of men that had been following the pole-bearers now started to gather around the area where the gutted bodies hung. Some of the men walked up and examined the slabs of girl meat hanging from the meat hooks. Kristy hung painfully from the pole, contemplating how her body would soon be hanging up there as well, and cried.
Kristy saw a man with a large, glistening knife in his hand moving towards her. She steeled herself and whispered a prayer, thinking that this was going to be it. But then she realized that he was simply going to cut the ropes that bound her ankles and wrists painfully to the pole.
The two men who had tied her to the pole earlier now caught her as she was cut free from the pole and began to carry her to the area where the bodies were hanging and the men were waiting. They pulled Kristy’s arms painfully behind her back and rapidly tied them together with a length of rope.
Now, they lifted her up and one man took her feet, lifting them up to one of the hooks that had been lowered, where he expertly bound each ankle to a hook with a piece of rope, so that her legs were spread apart by a couple of feet. Kristy then felt her ankles being jerked upward as the hooks were hoisted back up toward the ceiling. She found herself dangling painfully by her ankles a few feet from the two gutted bodies hanging from the other hooks.
Now, another man dressed in a heavy leather apron and boots entered pulling behind him a hose. He began to spray Kristy with the icy water from the hose, thoroughly washing her body. Kristy shook and kept her eyes tightly closed; now only hoping that the end would come soon so that the pain and horrible fear that overwhelmed her would come to an end. She heard the crowd of men murmuring and then felt an intense pain in her side as the butcher poked at her with a knife. But this was not the end yet.
Don Miguel came forward to inspect his most expensive piece of meat one last time before the butcher began his grisly task. He ran his hand down Kristy’s side, dipping a finger in the blood from the wound the butcher had just made and tasting it. He caressed her cold, wet, naked body like that of a lover, lingering over her pert, young breasts, even squeezing her nipples which were hard from the icy water that had been sprayed on them. He ran his hand down through Kristy’s hair and then turned her body and patted her ass. “You’ll make a fine meal,” he whispered to her in English. With that, Don Miguel walked a few feet back and motioned to the butcher to do his job.
The last thing Kristy felt was the searing pain and strange, intense heat in her neck as the butcher pulled a large, razor-sharp knife across her throat. Then, all was blackness for her as the pain and suffering and horror came to an abrupt and awful end.
The butcher waited and watched as the blood throbbed from the severed jugular, and he took the hose and washed as much of the blood as he could into the nearby drain. Next, he expertly finished removing Kristy’s head, and handed it by the hair to one of his assistants standing nearby, who took her head and put it in an icebox. That would be part of the centrepiece for the evening’s feast.
Now, they lowered Kristy’s body a couple of feet so that the butcher could more easily do his work. He inserted a large knife into her pussy and sliced her open all the way down across the belly and chest, laying open her entire torso. As an assistant worked to catch the parts in a stainless steel tub, the butcher expertly removed her organs and cleaned the carcass. He took the hose again and sprayed the area clean before he washed out the gutted body.
They had decided to spit roast the girls over open fires, so once Kristy’s body was gutted, it was lowered and her feet were cut free from the hooks. While three men held the body, one holding the arms, and the other two holding the legs, a fourth pushed a steel spit into her ass and up through the hollow body cavity. Once the spit had been run through, they took some bailing wire and bound the body to the spit so that they could turn it with the spit and make sure it roasted evenly. They repeated the process with the other two bodies and then carried them out of the building into the yard where fires had been prepared for the cooking.
Roasting the girl meat required a couple of hours, and while the spits were turned and the bodies basted and roasted, many of the men who had watched the spectacle drank and talked about what they had seen. Everyone wanted to try a piece of Kristy. This young American girl had had such a beautiful, athletic body, and they decided she had to make the best girl meat.
Finally, the girl meat was finished roasting, and the spits were removed from the fire. Don Miguel cut the first piece of meat from Kristy’s ass and raised his glass of whiskey in a toast to his men. The feast began in earnest and the girls were quickly devoured. Those who had a chance to try each of the three roasts agreed unanimously that the young American girl meat was best of all and they commended Don Miguel on his excellent taste.
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