by Tobban
It had been a good night, a very successful evening at the secret club in the expensive and fashionable suburb of Tokyo. Hiroti Nakamura, 63-years-old and the CEO and owner of his family business watched the black van with dark windows speed off before entering his own limousine and follow, towards his large mansion.
His face had a very satisfied smile as he sat back in his tuxedo and poured some expensive champagne from the minibar. It had been a long time since he had won such magnificent specimens at the auction.
The club was only open for business twice a month and there was often a shortage of merchandise, especially of his favourite “flavour”; blondes. And in recent months, he had lost out on some pretty sweet offerings to the competition frequenting the club.
Not only had the offerings been of utmost quality, but his worst competitors had been largely absent and for once, in a long time, he had managed to win the auctions he had his eyes on. Both of them. Two, young, extremely beautiful and sexy blondes from Norway.
The club was one of very few, and very secret meat auctions dealing with the most forbidden and the most desirable “merchandise”. Selling sexy, young girls, abducted from all over the world, to the highest bidders among the selected few VIP-members.
The club sent out catalogues for every available “merchandise” in the upcoming auction a few days ahead of the event. And then on the day, the members arrived if the girls interested them they could bid on anyone they desired.
Hiroti had been a member since his father had introduced him decades ago, on his 25th birthday, and brought the family tradition forward when he introduced Hiroti to the most luxurious, the most forbidden – and, subjectively, the most wonderful activity: Cook and eat young, beautiful girls.
He was ever thankful to both his father but also his grandfather, who was one of the founding members of this very secretive and most decadent of establishments. The origins of rich eating hot young girls was ancient. But Hiroti’s grandfather had been part of Japanese officers capturing a group of European women after the fall of Hong Kong. And even though Hiroti did not know the full story, the women had ended up slaughtered, roasted and eaten and the officers had later founded the meat auction company.
Hiroti could still hear his grandfather describe how it was to eat his first young blonde. And until his death, he claimed that it was the best eating one could do.
And still remembered it as if it was yesterday, when his father had taken him to the club and he had paid for an extremely cute, Scandinavian blonde girl that Hiroti won the bidding for.
And how natural it had felt, how quickly he had accepted and taken to the activity.
He had taken the sexy girl to one of the rooms and had sex with her. Before she was led away, cleaned up by the staff, Japanese girls working at the club, and then later presented again to him in the execution room.
He could still see the image in his head of the curvaceous, nicely tanned, blonde girl in just a miniskirt and high heels, handcuffed on her back and sitting on her knees.
It had not been his most clean beheading, it took four strikes with the family heirloom. His grandfather’s wartime katana. But surprisingly, it had not been as horrific as it maybe should have been. Instead he had felt a wonderful arousement as he decapitated the unfortunate young girl.
And since then, having tried almost every single ethnicity, blonde Scandinavians were still his favourites, exactly as it had been for his grandfather.
And tonight he had landed two top quality specimens, both loaded, secured and driven in the van ahead of Hiroti’s limousine, on the way to his private residency.
He sipped some more champagne and thought about the girls. Both very beautiful, blonde Norwegian girls in their absolute prime. The bidding had gone on for a long time. But thanks to his grandfather’s company that he was now successfully leading. Money was not really an issue. But the same was true for his competition. It was more about willpower, endurance – and luck. Tonight luck had been on Hiroti’s side as well.
The first girl, Martine, was even somewhat of a minor celeb, a reality show star and TV-show hostess. Hiroti shivered in delight when he thought of her pretty face. But her lean body was really hot too. With very elegant and sensual shapes. Long legs, slender arms but surprisingly large breasts. And they were guaranteed real.
Siren, the other blonde, was a fitness girl with an absolute killer body. Nicely thick, very fit and toned yet also very cute.
And that was maybe the biggest reason he felt so happy tonight. Hiroti was not a trophy hunter. And even among those of his colleagues or competitors, call it what you will. There were no mounted heads of girls like these western blondes. Their heads were far too much in demand, being the single most luxurious, precious and sought after main courses.
Not only were such beautiful, young, blonde heads believed to be the most potent aphrodisiac and the most delicious morsel you could eat to stay youthful and healthy in this society. They were also extremely delicious. Hiroti felt an aching hard-on when he thought of Martine’s and Siren’s pretty little blonde heads served up on silver plates for him.
The two girls were transported by Hiroti’s staff in the black van, still in their bikinis and high-heels they had been wearing during the auction. They knew each other superficially, having just met when both were invited to a sponsored business and pleasure-trip to Dubai. The company was of course a facade for the meat auction company and the girls had been carefully selected by its staff.
Together with a dozen other western girls – various influencers and good-looking Instagram models as well as some minor celebs, they had been invited to a private party. But the two Learjet 85s never transported them to any party.
Instead, a fake air crash, a collision in mid air flight had been implemented over the ocean. Fake in so much that the girls were not onboard. The planes were just money, something the company nor their clients were in any shortage of. And as the ocean was deep and infested with sharks, only wreckage was expected to be found.
It happened all over the world in various ways to not raise suspicion, girls being abducted and taken to one of the dozen or so meat auctions scattered around a few capitals.
Siren and Martine had ended up in Tokyo, the oldest but still smallest branch.
It had been a good catch indeed, all twelve girls were of extreme beauty and with incredible bodies, fetching fantasy prices at the auction. But through luck, many of the other patrons had been elsewhere and Hiroti could pick up two absolute dream-catches in one night.
—–
Siren glanced over at Martine, sitting three feet away on the same, comfortable leather seat in the back of the van. Martine looked back in silence, they had both been taught to be silent, before the auction, and learned the hard way what happened if they did not obey. But it felt somewhat comfortable still, to have someone with her, a familiar face. She gave Martine a forced smile to try to comfort the other girl. Martine did the same back to Siren.
But Martine, looking at Siren, felt worried, very worried. Seeing her, in the skimpy bikini, wonderfully tanned skin, now glittering and shining – the auction-staff had forced all twelve girls to a spa area and treated them to a full day of body shaving, exfoliating, massage and – the most humiliating, douching their rectums. Martine felt a shiver when she thought back about it, how they had made her stand in the corner of a shower as they pumped the water and soap into her butt several times. People did not do that unless they wanted to do something perverted with you.
To her, it could only mean one thing, they had been abducted to be sold as sex slaves. If the spa treatment had not convinced her about their fate, the next thing did. When they were forced to wear sexy high-heels, tiny bikinis and then be sprayed with skin gloss body oil. And then prodded onto a stage, one by one as fat, ugly, old men drinking drinks at tables in front of them, bid on them.
But at least they were together, for now, the other ten girls had been taken away elsewhere. And there was still hope, Martine’s and Siren’s families were wealthy and would pay the ransom to get them back sooner or later. Or pay the detectives to find them and take them back, she was sure of that.
—–
The van drove around the back and into a large garage, the building was built like a souterrain house so the van ended up in a large garage in the basement. Staff greeted it and the two girls were unloaded and led in through a large, oak door into an alley.
Hiroti’s mansion was a three-story stone building, built from his vision of an American ranch. He spent many weekends there, but only when he had fresh girls, it was his place for the hobby and built with it in mind. Its sole purpose was to have everything at hand, including employed staff, with full inclusion of what was going on. But this secret, social elite enjoying the most forbidden of feasts, had also had its secret servants as long as they had been in operation. There was even a butcher and chef-school in a non-disclosed location to send some of the staff for education to.
And they were loyal, well-paid and taken care of. Hiroti made sure to give the staff a girl to share, for those themselves into it, once a year. But most were not, they just took great pride in being professionals and doing their best to service their wealthy and generous employer.
The handful of personnel, a master chef, the head butcher as well as assistants for both as well as security guards were at hand when the girls were unloaded and led inside.
The chef and the butcher were the ones Hiroti usually had direct contact with, giving them instructions as well as discussing options and even taking suggestions from them. Both had been employees for many years and they knew what he liked, the chef grinning and whispered a joke to the butcher as Siren tripped past in her high-heels, her thick, browned thighs and shiny ass jiggling and her shapely shanks flexing as she struggled to walk in the five-inch stiletto heels.
The butcher took great pride and pleasure in using his meat cleavers and knives on the girls to turn them into mouth-watering dishes together with the chef. Siren would be an absolute joy to work with, he thought to himself as her big ass jiggled away.
—–
Hiroti came shortly after, his face beaming, it could not be mistaken how satisfied he was with the latest purchases and it gladdened the staff too. He treated them well and doing a good job for him was rewarding not just moneywise. They would do their best to make sure he could enjoy both girls to the fullest.
He chatted with the chef and butcher for a few minutes, gave instructions and listened to some suggestions and then left.
Martine would be first and he had delegated the preparations to his staff.
—–
As instructed, Martine had been taken to one of his rooms and as he entered, the cute blonde was on her knees, her wrists handcuffed on her back, sitting in the middle of the room on a soft pillow.
She was drugged, he often, but not always had his girls given several hallucinogens or psychedelic drugs. It made them much easier to play with and even felt pleasure as he had his way with them. Martine was leaning her head backwards, smiling with her eyes closed as he approached her.
He realized again how extremely lucky he had been tonight, winning these auctions.
Those long, slender legs with a transfixing sheen, her skin had been shaved to perfection followed by several steps of body shimmering oils.
He usually preferred thicker girls like Siren, but there was no denying the sensuality of Martine’s long, slim legs. Their shapes and sheen were incredibly arousing.
Though she had large breasts for her lean body type. And they had been certified natural in her catalogue. Now barely contained in the tiny bikini-top, her firm nipples protruding through the fabric.
—–
He had already instructed the butcher how her sexy body should be cut up later.The vision of her lean, tanned body hung up in rattling chains, freshly gutted to soon be chopped up into various cuts, made him really hard. Martine would be stored in various wonderful cuts inside his fridges and freezers to be enjoyed over the coming weeks.
But he also very much enjoyed executing girls like Martine himself. It was not out of cruelty but rather a sexual arousal, to start turning a beautiful young girl into meat, so he could enjoy her flesh, he preferred beheadings in various ways and even had a well-used guillotine. But other methods were also common.
And what a perfect head Martine had. Her beauty was almost beyond comprehension to him, and the reason he loved these blondes so much. He could not wait to absorb that beauty…
—–
She was smiling at something, still with closed eyes as he kneeled behind her, looked down on top of her folded legs and her swelling breasts while he put his hands on her shiny shoulders.
Martine was in some kind of trans and gently swayed left and right as he touched her warm skin. His fingers traced along her collarbones and then up her slim neck and to her soft cheeks while he put his nose against her flowing, blonde hair and inhaled her scent. She smelled fantastic, fresh and – ripe.
He kept caressing her neck, cheeks and chin while gently kissing the side of her shiny forehead. Her hairstyle, with the hair collected into a high-set pony-tail looked perfect for her and he turned her head so he could gently kiss her forehead.
And he could see her big tits move erotically on her chest as she breathed deeply. Breasts from young blondes was another of his favourite dishes and Martine had some fine offerings.
Then those long, tanned, legs looked absolutely divine. Especially from above, admiring their shapes as she was on her knees. Their well-shaped knees, the sexy curves of her inner thighs bulging out as they rested on top of her calves. He licked his lips at the thought of eating her femur bones clean.
It was almost a shame she had to go, already, but he had planned this night, in his mind perfectly. Martine was first out.
Martine did not feel the thin, metal wire around her slender neck until Hiroti tightened it hard and started to strangle her. In her state, it first gave her pleasure but then her eyes opened wide, her mouth fell open and her tongue rolled out. Staring straight ahead, she slowly faded away as her blue eyes rolled up into her skull.
—–
He wanted to do the next step himself too. His staff had taken the lifeless blonde into the kitchen and placed her on the butcher table for him and all he had to do was start cutting.
First one shallow slice across her throat, severing her carotid arteries. Even without a beating heart, she started to drain nicely into the container on the floor and Hiroti could keep cutting into her neck until he hit bone. He then continued around, with a neat and as continuous slice as possible before he grabbed her head and twisted it off with a crunchy noise.
Before he walked back to his room, holding her head in the blonde ponytail, the staff started to butcher her carcass. He watched it being hoisted up in chains to be gutted, her pussy cut out and the body halved.
Her legs were then hacked and cut off but along with her perky little ass cheeks still attached and her slim torso was further chopped into smaller pieces.
Her surprisingly large tits left on a juicy-looking rack of ribs each while her “wings” were brutally chopped clean off her shoulders with a heavy meat cleaver.
—–
Hiroti sat down in a comfortable chair with his prize, after pulling his pants down and then held up the pretty head of Martine. Her blue eyes were cross-eyed and rolled up, her mouth still open and her tongue protruding. But still extremely beautiful.
It slid onto his cock easily, starting with the hole at the cut in her neck. Holding Martine’s head in both hands he pushed it down his throbbing cock and started to fuck the throat from the underside, her sweet face turned towards him. Her soft cheeks felt so soft and nice as he held them.
He caressed her forehead and played with her blonde pony-tail, held it like a handle and just enjoyed it.
Martine’s head slid up and down his hard shaft and made him feel incredible. The execution and beheading had made him very aroused and now feeling that tight throat and seeing her head slide up and down his cock made him cum all too soon. He shot a big load up inside, filling her mouth up until white man.juice ran out her nose.
But he only needed one look at her face and then thinking about dinner later and he was hard again. This time pushing in between her pink lips as he started to facefuck her chopped off head, sliding it back and forth on his dick while once again feeling those soft cheeks and admitting the shiny forehead and blonde mane.
Martine’s lifeless head was soon rewarded with another big load pumped into her still warm mouth and even more sticky cum dripped from the hole in the neck.
Hiroti caught his breath and then headed back to the kitchen and handed the still cum-dripping head back to the staff for processing.
—–
Hiroti felt incredible after fucking Martine’s head, but the thought of getting to play with the thicker blonde kept him hard.
He could not believe her body, those wonderful, thick legs and big ass, the lean and very toned torso and her fantastic, shapely “wings” – all topped with an insanely pretty, blonde head. She might be one of his best buys, ever, in fact. But it remained to be seen.
She seemed simply out of this world and just as with Martine, right up there along with the best blondes he had ever got his hands on. And he had bought dozens upon dozens, or rather hundreds of Danish, Norwegian and Swedish blondes especially. Consuming them for decades.
The staff had done exactly what he had asked for, they really were worth every penny and Hiroti thanked his family for making him wealthy so he could continue this hobby.
Siren was kneeling on top of a large bed, her knees well apart, still in the same skimpy bikini and handcuffed on her back, pushing her cute little tits out nicely. A milder dose of drugs had been injected into her, making her docile and feeling buzzed up.
Her skin had been re-sprayed with a nice shimmering body oil with a wonderful glow. Of course fully edible. Her buxom thighs, their insides bursting out over her stacked shanks almost dazzled him.
She looked up at him, with a puzzled face, her mind working slower still due to the drugs and she felt little fear nor danger, her mind just objectively taking in the scene of an older, Asian man removing his suit-jacket, hanging it over a chair and rubbing his hands with a grin on his face as he came towards her.
—–
The drugs would soon start to wear off, he knew that, but it did not matter much. He just needed to examine her perfect body and then “try” her before beheading in the kitchen.
He kneeled on the floor, close to Siren, sitting by the edge of the bed and let his eyes drown in the sight of her massive thighs filling up his vision.
Her tanned skin had been so perfectly exfoliated, shaved and moisturized that he could barely see any signs of her hair follicles. Just wonderfully smooth-looking and taut skin. But the best was the inner thigh-meat bursting out, the bulges being so big and juicy, so ripe.
Her knees looked especially polished with a tasty-looking orange-peel effect over the rounded inner part.
That’s where he put his mouth while he grabbed her thick ass and pulled her closer. It was a nice fit for his lips and he sucked dreamingly on her beautiful knee and slowly moved his mouth upwards, following the reversed tapering shape of Siren’s rounded thigh-meat, upwards.
Continuing, he reached the thickest section while he parted her knees further and then used his left hand to caress her right haunch while the other hand traced the shape of her left one
The shape and thickness was unbelievable and he closed his eyes and visualized Siren’s thighs as various servings on his dinner table. He had yet to decide how he wanted them done.
Full thigh-joints? Or full legs even? He had a thing for that, the leg straight and on one of his specially ordered leg-racks, preferably with an elegant high-heeled shoe.
Or should one be sliced into steaks? Another favorite of his. But then he would be robbed of the incredible sight of Siren’s fantastic thigh-shape.
—–
Siren looked up at him as if she was about to ask something, but could not find the words.
“-Don’t you worry your pretty little head too much.” Hiroti said with a grin.
“-That pretty little head has much better uses..” He added and grinned even wider while he started to rearrange her handcuffs to the front and then laid Siren down and folded her legs out and opened them wide. The handcuffs were then secured to a set of chains leading to a ring in the wall at the head-end of the bed.
Siren watched on, confused, she did not help but she also did not resist.
Undressing, he then sat down between her thick, shiny legs and smiled at her beautiful face.
“-Ready?”
Grabbing his cock, Hiroti then started to rub it over the tiny piece of fabric covering her pussy. But soon, he pulled the bikini-bottoms to the side, fully exposing her shaved pussy. A nice slit with fully visible, deliciously salmon-pink lips. He continued to rub her pussy, now between those delicate lips and felt her clit under the flesh-hood against the underside of his cock.
Looking at his face, he could tell that she was slowly coming out of the disassociated state she had been in due to the drugs. Maybe he would get his full rape experience after all.
Grunting, he pushed his hard cock into her and entered the young, sexy blonde’s muscular cunt. He had to go slowly or he would simply explode inside her, right off. She was tight but it was also the full experience of such a sexy young girl and knowing what he would do to her later.
She was in excellent shape, her pussy as tight and fit as she looked. Which of course meant her meat would be out of this world, tender beyond imagination.
His hands slid up and down the rounded, sleek shapes of Siren’s magnificent thighs as he upped the tempo. He could not help but imagine how they would be processed in the kitchen soon. The butcher’s large, gleaming meat cleaver hacking into the thick meat close to her pussy, to separate her incredible legs from her torso. The thought pushed him over the edge and he “exploded” deep inside her pussy with a loud grunt. The orgasm continued unusually long while Hiroti imagined the butcher taking her apart with his meat cleaver in the kitchen. But finally he pulled out and exhaled loudly.
“-Wow, was it as good for you as it was for me?” He grinned at the still confused blonde.
He had to catch his breath for a bit, just drinking in the sight of her fantastic body and watched the cum trickly out from her freshly raped vagina, down over her tiny asshole and onto the sheets.
The sight of the white trail between her thighs, her ass cheeks and over that tight-looking little booty hole made him almost instantly hard again.
“-How do you feel about some deep ass-fucking then you blonde bimbo-slut?” But this time he got a reply.
Siren shook her head to clear it and then as Hiroti put the tip against her anus and started to rub it, he got the reply.
“-Wh-who are you, what’s going on? No!
”
“-You’re about to have this sweet ass fucked..” And with that he started to forced himself into Siren’s backdoor.
“..deep and hard!” He added under clenched teeth. She was so tight it was painful at first, forcing her asshole to let the tip in.
“-Noo..!” She protested again and he could feel her butthole tighten up even more, but it just made him more aroused and added to the pleasure. It made him grab her thick thighs again and just force himself straight in, her asshole now stretched around his veiny shaft.
“-Aaiii!” She shrieked in pain as he started to ass rape her. It turned Hiroti on far more than if she had been willing.
“-Fuuck you blonde bimbo-slut, yes! YES! tighten that ASS up!” And he started to bounce her on his dick, slamming into her butt as he stretched her shitter to its limits and railed her balls deep.
Her pussy had felt incredible, but this was heaven. Her protests and attempt to push him out just made it better. It was the best ass fuck he had ever had to pleasure of experiencing. And he had fucked hundreds of unwilling blonde girls like Siren.
He slammed into her tight shitchute and hammered it, slamming into her meaty cheeks with great force. Lifting her butt up he then took her piledriver-style and reached far into her ass, rearranging her guts so to speak as Siren received the roughest anal sex she had ever experienced.
“-No, no, no!” Siren begged and protested while she was being impaled straight into that dump truck of an ass.
But it was too late and Hiroti climaxed with a loud grunt.
“-Ah FUCCCK!!” His head went blank while shooting warm, sticky cum deep into Siren’s bowels, filling her up with warm man-goo..
They both almost passed out as Siren also came screaming, from an involuntary assgasm. Her whole pelvis and glutes contracted rhythmically and sucked cum from Hiroti into her butt as she convulsed and almost threw up from pleasure, her orgasm lasting well over half a minute as she lay there spasming.
When Hiroti pulled out, her dilated asshole puked clean, white cum, her bowels having been thoroughly cleaned out before the auction.
And as it closed up into a cute, puckered anus, albeit not as tight-looking as before, it still farted more cum a few times, which streamed down between her browned ass cheeks.
“-Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Hiroti grinned at her, then laughed.
Siren lay panting on her back, gleaming from a fresh layer of sweat on top of her oily skin.
—
There was a knock on the door.
“-Ah, the starter is here!” Hiroti’s face shone up in a bright smile.
“-You can come in!” He said in a loud voice towards the door while he started to dress, full of new energy.
And seconds later, one of Hiroti’s waiters, in an elegant white jacket, black trousers and white gloves came in, pushing a golden serving cart in front of him. On top were two large silver plates covered with semi-spheric covers, one a bit bigger than the other.
The waiter discretely served Hiroti by the table, placing both plates in front of him, bowed and left with the serving cart.
Rubbing his hands, Hiroti smiled towards Siren, winked and then lifted the covers off one by one, the larger first.
Under the first was Martine’s blonde head and under the second, her brains.
Her head had been roasted to perfection, all features retained, only her skin had taken on a slightly darker tan and was now more oily and glossy from melted fat and an oily basting. Even her hair was spared in pristine condition and still pulled back hard and set in a pony-tail.
Martine’s beautiful light-blue eyes were still rolled up inwards into her skull and had taken on a more glazed look. Her slacked jaw, with the mouth slightly open, had the pink tongue visible, slightly rolled.
Apart from a barely visible thin, red line around the top of her head, neatly through the hair, Martine’s looked almost the same as when Hiroti had left it in the kitchen.
The empty head had been filled up with parts of Martine’s chopped up liver, kidneys, womb and ovaries, mixed together. The whole dish then under constant supervision roasted in a special oven while her brain had been done separately from it.
—–
Siren sat up, her eyes wide-open, on top of the bed, staring at the two plates. She was still exhausted and dizzy from the rough fucking as well as the drugs and was not sure if what she saw was for real.
“-Mmm, blondes..” Hiroti said with a wide grin and winked at Siren as he started.
Siren watched on, in shock, as Hiroti pushed a fork into the brain and started to cut a thick slice from Martine’s perfectly cooked savory morsel. He had been told by a scientifically schooled competitor at the club, where the sexual arousal center was located and cut a nice piece. It parted easily and the consistency was perfect. Martine’s was indeed top notch he could tell that by looking.
It was dripping, clear, oily juices as he put it into his mouth, sucked it as he checked the flavour and then chewed and swallowed. With an approving nod to her beautiful face, he continued, slicing more and eating it with a big appetite. Siren sat totally still, her mouth open in shock as she saw the dessert disappear piece by piece, leaving just a stain on the plate.
Some said it was an acquired taste but Hiroti had always loved it. The consistency, when roasted or boiled by an expert chef, was fantastic. And the taste was mild yet flavourful and juicy. But a lot of it was knowing you ate it from such a gorgeous, young blonde and took in her sexual fantasies
He then popped the “lid” of Martine’s head by lifting it in the ponytail and put his nose over the opening and inhaled the vapours rising from the inside.
“-Mmm, delicious.. I’m sure yours will be just as good.” He said and winked at the still stunned and shocked blonde girl on the bed.
He helped himself with a spoon, sampling the stew inside. Carefully tasting some of the warm soup–like part before taking the whole spoon of liver, kidney, womb and ovary meat that had also been flavoured by Martine’s head.
“-Mmm, perfect, such an appetizing one..” He said while licking his greasy lips and helping himself to more.
Siren sat frozen in horror as Hiroti finished her blonde friend off, from the neck and up. And that slim neck was an absolute delicacy, as were her soft cheeks and juicy tongue. He just wished he could get things like this more often.
—–
A skull, the “lid” and Martine’s beautiful hair remained on the plates along with two oily pools of gravy.
Hiroti felt incredible, as he consumed the priceless tidbit, he could almost feel how he absorbed Martine’s beauty and youth.
And the rest of her delicious meat was still hanging in his meat locker or in the fridges, to be enjoyed over the coming weeks.
Siren just stared ahead. Her face pale and her beautiful, blue eyes wide open. Hiroti smiled as he looked at
“-Don’t worry, the real main course tonight is something very different..” He said and put one hand on her left knee and lovingly stroked the smooth skin on her well-fed thigh.
He could not wait to see the kitchen staff taking Siren apart in front of his eyes.
—–
Siren was on her knees again, her forearms tied together on her back, making the chest push those round little breasts out nicely, the bikini top having been removed.
She was sitting on a small, raised platform in the kitchen, above a drainage-well. An often used place for Hiroti’s executions.
The only clothes she was wearing was a short, white pleated golf skirt, reaching about one third to her knees and giving a nice view of her impressive thighs. Those same thighs she had spent many, many hours toning in the gym. But now they would just be meat, food, for Hiroti.
Apart from him, the butcher, chef and an assistant each were standing a bit behind, ready to assist or take over to process Siren when he was done.
She sat wide-eyed, still in shock but still stunningly beautiful. It just made it easier for him, even though he would love to go another round with her fuck holes. But with a smile, he walked up to her, grabbed the blonde, high-set ponytail and said:
“-Thank you beautiful, I can’t wait to eat you, all of you!”
Siren’s eyes were wide open, his words reaching into her head through the shock of what she had witnessed, but the knife had already slit into her throat.
Blood sprayed but Hiroti kept cutting, severing her trachea and esophagus until he reached bone, then cut around the spine until he had freed it, cutting through all the meat. Just as he had done with Martine, but this time, the girl was alive when he started.
Siren gurgled while he slaughtered her but soon her beautiful, light-eyes also rolled upwards into her skull. Hiroti grabbed it and snapped it off with a sickening sound and grinned at his employees proudly.
With a grin, Hiroti grabbed her head in the ponytail and walked towards his room.
“-I’ll be right back with this..”
—–
The beautiful, severed head was soon sliding up and down on his hard shaft, impaled on it with the cock fucking her throat from below as he held her cheeks and admired the pretty Norwegian face. Just as he had enjoyed Martine before.
He had never fucked two such beautiful heads in one day and the experience soon made him shoot the first load up into her mouth.
Then he changed it up and fucked her sweet mouth. The sight of her wonderful, blue eyes, blonde hair, the sensation and knowing he would enjoy it for breakfast tomorrow, made him cum not once but twice in quick succession as he kept raping Siren’s head, fucking between her still warm and soft lips.
After catching his breath, he went back to the kitchen and handed it over to the chef who promptly started to clean and process it.
—–
Siren’s gleaming carcass was hoisted up, neck down over a large tray. Having drained itself over the well, it could now expertly be opened up, gutted with a long, sharp knife slicing the toned belly open. Even though she was so fit and muscular, the master butcher effortlessly cut her from above her pussy mound to her rib cage. Having done it hundreds of times to similar girls. It looked very easy but in reality, it was precise work born of anatomic knowledge and experience.
Her grey guts spilled halfway out and was then helped by the servants, as they grabbed it and scooped them out, falling with a wet sound into the tray. Having not eaten for a long time and been douched and cleansed, they were not filled and there was no huge danger of accidents.
The belly meat was thick, a nice, generous layer of red, very well-exercised abs. Thicker and more meaty than Hiroti had seen for a long time. He stood watching Siren’s butchering behind the staff.
He smiled as the edible organs were lifted out, one by one. Several of them had already been gifted along with her feet, to the staff. He liked some of the organs but not as much as the girls’ succulent meat so as a nice gesture, often shared. The feet were almost always gifted, one each to the butcher and chef who both enjoyed long-pig trotters.
He felt a warm feeling inside as she was laid out on the wooden butcher table and taken apart. First, her muscular arms, or her “wings” as he called them, were hacked off with the butcher’s heavy meat cleaver. Gleaming and flashing in the lights as it rose and fell several times. Siren’s thick meat needed several “hacks” and “twacks” to part. Which boded well for the dishes from them.
Hiroti made his way closer and examined the beautiful arms, her swelling biceps. Still warm and oily from the shimmering body spray, they felt firm and nice. They would roast well, he thought to himself with a satisfied grin on his face.
The meat cleaver kept working and both Siren’s cute little feet were brutally chopped from her thick, shapely shanks by the smiling butcher, knowing one of them would be his.
Hiroti had never felt that feet were worth the effort, but Siren’s were pretty cute. Sucking the meat off her well-kept toes would have been a nice experience for sure. And he was glad they would be thoroughly enjoyed.
A saw was used to remove Siren’s thick thighs from her big ass, Hiroti had specifically asked for her butt to be separated as a full rump roast with her cunt-fillét intact and still attached. But sometimes he asked for the legs to be removed along with the ass-cheek still crowning them. It all depended on mood and the girl’s body.
Seeing the red. thinly-marbled meat on the clean cut-surface made his belly grumble. A thin, delicious layer of fat under the delicate, tanned skin and then thin, white streaks of fat marbling the juicy flesh. She had worked those haunches a lot and very efficiently.
One of the legs was destined to be sliced into steaks and the other served whole. The shapely and bulging drumstick of the thigh that would be sliced, was chopped off with the meat cleaver with a meaty and crunchy sound, straight through her knee. Delicious-looking marrow, visible at the cut.
Using the saw again, her torso was split, leaving half the spine on each side as it was cut through, showing off a good amount of red and yellow marrow on the vertebrae. The halves were then split once again, and then again, leaving a nice rack of back-ribs, with a good amount of thick and toned back.meat. The frontal, upper part had Siren’s beautiful, round breasts still attached, crowned by her brown, small but very tasty-looking nipples.
The lower sections of belly meat and lower back cuts looked absolutely delicious too. She had toned her whole body and the cuts would all yield meaty and ripe flesh that would sizzle wonderfully as it roasted, one way or another.In the oven or grilled on the barbeque, some maybe boiled.
All cuts went into fridges and freezers while Hiroti had a hard time deciding what to start with this evening.
In the end, he ordered a couple of thigh-steaks, the top cuts along with the drumstick. The latter oven-roasted and the steaks marinated and done on a gridiron over Japanese cherry wood and marinated in rice whisky grill sauce.
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There was now nothing else to do than wait. Watching the butchering had been a great way to wet his appetite, but the cooking could not be accelerated, the expert chef and his assistants simply had to take their time to do their magic. And they had never disappointed him before, having done many dozens of girls for him, most of them northern European blondes, they knew their business.
And they did not disappoint.
Waiting in his large dinner room, sipping wine, the serving cart was finally rolled in and Hiroti greeted the two assistants, now dressed as waiters again, with a wide grin, flashing his white teeth in utter happiness.
A large, round silver platter covered with a lid and a more oval, longer one of similar design was lifted in on the table in front of him. More wine was poured, and then the waiters left Hiroti, the platters still covered, he liked to uncover the dishes himself, in privacy.
He stuck down a large, white handkerchief inside the top of his shirt and then lifted the larger platter’s lid.
And there were the thick, juicy steaks, sliced from the top of the blonde, beautiful Norwegian girl’s right thigh. Grilled to what looked like perfection. Her tanned skin roasted to a shade of wet copper, still smooth but now even more oily and shiny. The red meat had become darker and looked incredibly rich. The femur was still in each steak, the marrow having darkened and thickened but the fatty, delicious substance glittered wonderfully in the candle-light.
There were three of them and they were the biggest, widest ones harvested from Siren’s incredibly hot thighs. Cut to three quarters of an inch in thickness. Darker grill-marks from the gridiron were visible on the meat surface and juices had flowed along with melted fat and pooled on the platter.
Hiroti felt his mouth water but turned to the other platter and lifted its lid off too, revealing Siren’s shapely and juicy drumstick. The back-side was facing him and the big bulge looked as if it would burst at any moment. The golden-brown skin taut and shiny, drips of meat juice or melted fat formed over it in small drops and now and then one ran down the smooth, oily surface. towards the platter.
Her white bone was visible at each end and her marrow could be seen at the foot end.
Looking back and forth for a few moments, he chose the drumstick first, thigh-steaks feeling more like a main-course.
And eating alone, there was no need for good manners. He just grabbed the thick ankle and lifted Siren’s shank to his mouth and sank his teeth into the well-rounded, bulging backside.
Meat juices squirted out as he pierced the crispy skin and tore into the roasted meat, staining himself with it. But it did not bother him, in fact, he enjoyed being covered in Siren’s juices and licking them off his own hands. She tasted absolutely fantastic.
The meat parted easily as he tore off a mouthful and looked at the bite into the warm shank, a large, nice bit of calf meat missing from it. He sucked it for a few seconds before biting and chewing into the young blonde’s leg-meat.
it was not only cooked to perfection but had been such a ripe and fantastic source. A blonde, young, cute gym babe from Norway, putting hours each week into toning her muscles at the gym.
And it had paid dividends for Hiroti. Siren’s young flesh felt so incredibly tender and delicious, a true feast for both the eyes and his mouth. Feeling how it practically melted in his mouth. Hiroti chewed and swallowed and tore more off the big calf. And then more – ripping and tearing, eating it off as he exposed her ivory bones.
The skin and meat off the front were just as tasty and he sucked the bone clean, gnawed the meat off between them as he tore the bones apart and then cracked both and sucked the marrow loudly from the hollow insides, devouring Siren’s lower leg and dropped the bones on the greasy platter with a clang.
After a deep burp, he continued by pulling the other platter to him but this time used a fork and knife and dragged the largest thigh-steak to his plate.
He stuck the fork into the red meat , the knife joined in and he cut a large, triangular piece from the skin, in to the femur and put the cutlery away. Like cutting a slice from a pizza, he then grabbed it in his hands and lifted it to his mouth, the deep meat closest to the femur first.
It felt even more juicy, he was always partial to thigh meat but Siren’s thriving thighs yielded some fantastic meat. Lush and extravagant. Fantastic genes and loads of hard work, Siren obviously prioritized her haunches, meaning that the main course was absolutely fantastic. He bowed his head as a thanks to her.
The meat was dense but easy to chew, as was her thin, crispy skin. He had in fact expected more fat on those big hams, but he did certainly not complain. And they disappeared in a very short time. All three steaks were ripped apart and devoured before Hiroti licked the femur pieces clean and sucked the fatty marrow out loudly.
Siren had been worth every penny spent buying her.
He leaned back, feeling full and very satisfied and slowly enjoyed the last wine while he remembered her coming up on the stage, in the high heels and the skimpy bikini, walking back and forth on the meat auction stage, her big ass and thick thighs bouncing. He had truly been lucky this time around.
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The breakfast was served late, as requested. Yet again, the waiters rolled in the serving cart, this time with a round plate covered with a larger lid once more. The servants left after a polite bowing and Hiroti lifted the cover off.
He was hungry again and knowing what the breakfast was, he also felt a nice arousal. He almost regretted not keeping one of the blondes around for a few days to play with.
As he pushed the thought away and lifted the lid off, he was treated with the wonderful sight of Siren’s blonde head. Her tanned skin had improved just a tad bit in the special head-roaster just like Martine’s and her light-blonde hair was perfectly preserved and set up in that same elegant, high pony-tail, the hair from the front pulled back hard into the hairband.
It stood on that meaty and delicious-looking neck, her eyes glazed, crossed and rolled up into her skull. The mouth gently opened.
But unlike Martine, it had not been emptied and refilled but just pre-opened for him. A pink line around the top, mostly outside the hair. To make it easy for him to lift off the top.
Which he duly did, after admiring her sweet face with those beautiful features. she really was a stunner. Which meant that the health benefits from consuming it and the potency-enhancing effects on him, would be even higher, if the saying was correct.
His belly felt empty so he turned the plate around and lifted the top off by grabbing Siren’s pony-tail and set it to the side and began his luxury breakfast. There would soon be nothing but a polished skull and Siren’s beautiful, blonde hair left.
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Over the coming weeks, Martine’s and Siren’s ripe meat was eaten fully, piece by piece. Martine’s long, tan legs were absolutely exquisite. Her skin had a wonderful flavour and was unusually tasty along with the scrummy meat that parted from her white bones easily. Both served up as the long, graceful full legs. He just had to see the sensual shapes, And then devour them.
Her quite prominent pussy was sliced from between them and smoked as a starter dish. Hiroti enjoyed that delicate morsel all too fast and had to resort to a rack of ribs with one of her surprisingly large breasts still attached. Soft and juicy, he slurped the ripe tit-meat off the chest-half after having bitten her yummy nipple off it. The rack of ribs was pulled apart and feasted on until they were nothing but clean bones.
Siren’s impressive ass was oven-roasted as a full, luxury Sunday dinner and Hiroti ate it with his bare hands. very messily and tore them meat off her hip bones, gorging on the fantastic butt–feast, while remembering how tight her well-used asshole had been to rape. He chewed and swallowed thay tight fuck-hole happily.
The young Norwegians had been absolute top-notch and exquisite meat but gone far too soon.
Hiroti would however, remember them both for the rest of his life. The more lean and slender Martine and the thick and juicy Siren.