by Cann_S
“Another shift to get through”, Nicola thought wearily to herself as she put the final touches to her mascara in the mirror.
She had been working at a local restaurant as a waitress now for four months and each shift made her resent the place that little bit more each time. Nicola had taken on the job a few months into her college course to help her to mange the bills that were getting on top of her. The end of her first year at college was nearing its end and she was already thinking of the trip home.
“Just a few more weeks and I’ll be able to get out of there for good”, she thought, which cheered her mood slightly.
She continued to put the finishing touches to, what she pleasingly thought was a nicely made-up face. Nicola knew she was attractive, she had been approached many times during the year from boys eager to impress her. She enjoyed the attention but never succumbed to the pressure, she would give herself when she was ‘good and ready, thank you very much’. Nicola was an attractive girl, her shoulder-length black hair contrasted sharply with her silky-smooth, white, pale skin. Although she knew she was attractive, she was less comfortable with her body. She always wore baggy clothes, lest anyone wanted to get a kick out of her body. She had always wanted to be in control of her sexuality, this fact sometimes holding her back in life and friendships. But for now she was content to live the life she wanted, there was plenty of time left in her life to change.
“There,” she said, “Pretty as a picture.”
Nicola pouted her freshly glossed lips in the mirror and giggled. As she took a final glimpse of herself in the mirror, she caught a reflection of her uniform laying on the bed. She hated the uniform with a passion. She knew exactly what the uniform was designed for and resented the fact that she was forced to wear it to perform her job. Nicola began to put it on. It consisted of a short black skirt, white shirt and knee length black socks. Dressed, Nicola studied herself in the mirror. The shirt was tight and clinged to her body, it clung around her pert young breasts for the entire world to see. Nicola hated the shirt, but most of all she really hated the skirt. The skirt was tight around her thighs, barely doing any job at all of covering them up. Her long pale white legs were there for the men at the restaurant to ogle at as they were served their meals. Nicola felt as if she was being used as just a piece of meat by the owners to serve out the food and enjoyment to the men.
Before Nicola set off to the restaurant, she put on some black trousers to cover her legs.
“They may make me wear the skirt at work but they can’t make me wear it in my time”, Nicola thought to herself.
She set off out the door. Although it was a short journey to the restaurant it still required Nicola to take a ride on the local bus. The restaurant was set in the middle of a small community of local countryside villages. The streets were often empty and the local transport system underused. She waited alone at the bus stop, it was early spring so she didn’t mind the wait in the warm weather.
“I wish I hadn’t put on these trousers now”, she thought to herself and giggled.
She came to a quick decision and took off the trousers, swiftly throwing them over her shoulder. Her bare legs were treated to a rare dose of natural sunlight and springtime breeze. Nicola hated to admit it but it felt good. She closed her eyes and let the feeling of the breeze on her skin go through her. It was blissful for Nicola letting the sensation run through her.
She was suddenly awoken from her peaceful daze by the loud hiss of the air-pressured doors to the bus. She instantly became aware of the fixed gaze of the bus driver at her open body, quickly she pulled the trousers off her shoulder in front of her legs. After pulling her thoughts together she identified the driver as Gus, a regular driver and local at her restaurant. Gus was one of the many creepy men who inhabited the restaurant on an evening, she was sure they went there purposely to gape at the waitresses rather than to enjoy the food and drink. Nicola felt uncomfortable at the free show she had just given to Gus, and even more uncomfortable at the pleasure he had seen to take from it.
“Hey there Nicky!”, said Gus from inside the bus, “Are you coming on board or not?”
Nicola frowned at Gus, she also hated being called ‘Nicky’. Gathering her thoughts she stepped aboard the bus.
“Off to work are we Nic?”, said Gus with a broad smile on his face.
“Where else would I be going wearing my work uniform you idiot!” are thoughts that rushed to her head, she hated ‘Nic’ even more than ‘Nicky’.
“Yes, appears so.”, are the words she finally manages to speak, followed by a polite smile.
Nicola saw Gus’s eye-line move slowly down to her exposed legs, thinking quickly to avert his gaze she continued the conversation.
“Will you be coming in tonight Gus?”
Gus raised his eyes and gave Nicola an even broader smile.
“Now that I know that its you who is working there tonight I will” he beamed.
Nicola quickly got out the fare from her purse and paid him, then quickly moved to the back of the bus with another polite smile as a farewell gesture. Gus really freaked her out, another reason she hated the restaurant was that she had to be around freaks like Gus.
The bus arrived outside the restaurant and pulled up to the stop. Nicola made her way to the front of the bus.
“I’ll look forward to seeing you tonight Nic.”, said Gus as Nicola stepped off the bus.
“Yes, you too”, Nicola forced out, it was too late Gus had already pulled away.
Nicola was glad to be at work, she at least felt a little more comfortable in this uniform inside the restaurant than out in the open world. She entered the front door and instantly felt more relaxed, even the thought of a long shift was better than having to stay outside in this skirt. She walked towards the cloakroom to hang up her unused trousers. She noticed that the restaurant had be set-up already.
“Oh well, less work for me to do”, she thought, “Maybe tonight won’t be so bad. I’m sure I can cope if Gus is the biggest problem I have.”
Nicola entered the cloakroom and hung up her trousers. She still had five minutes until her shift officially began and she wasn’t going to start early.
“Not on my wages anyway”, she said and giggled.
She decided to sit down and wait for the rest of the staff to arrive. The only saving grace of the job was the fact that the rest of the staff were around her age and decent company to pass the time. None of the other girls hated the uniform as much as her though, in fact a lot of the girls enjoyed teasing the customers with flashes of flesh. Nicola was happy to let them do it, ‘at least it keeps their eyes off me’ she thought.
The five minutes past and Nicola was still the only person who had turned up.
“Typical.”
She left the cloakroom in search of the owner to find out her tasks for the night.
“Ah Nicola! Good to see you!”, boomed the big voice of the restaurant owner.
The owner, Geoff Bradley, was a large man, well-groomed and well-fed. He had built the restaurant up over the years after taking it over from his father. Although it was his policies that made her wear the skimpy uniform she hated, Nicola felt more comfortable around Geoff than the local customers.
“Hi, Geoff”, she said with a genuine smile, “how are you?”
“All the better for seeing you my dear!”, he smiled back.
Nicola blushed at this compliment. She always felt that Geoff liked her more than her fellow work mates, it was one of the only reasons that she stuck at the job.
“Where do u want me Mr.Bradley?”, she asked him, “No One else has turned up yet so I guess I’ll have to start on my own.”
“I’ve told you, call me Geoff.”, he replied.
“OK, where do you want me Geoff?”, she repeated and giggled.
“Where don’t I want you little missy,” answered Geoff with a broad grin on his face, “There won’t be any others tonight, it’s just you, me and the chef on duty.”
Nicola frowned at this, ‘there she was thinking this was going to be a nice easy night and now he tells me I’ve got to serve all of the food by myself’.
“Now I remember why I hate this job so much.” She thought to herself.
“Ok, follow me Nicola, I’ll show you where to begin. We don’t have any time to waste.”, said Geoff as he marched purposely out of the room. Nicola reluctantly followed him, her newly found enthusiasm for the job suddenly vanquished. She saw Mr.Bradley enter the kitchen and hurried after him so not to be too far behind him. As she entered the kitchen she saw Mr.Bradley at the bottom of the kitchen surrounded by steaming pots and pans already stewing for the night.
“What do you want me to do first Geoff?”, asked Nicola.
“My dear, you have already fulfilled your first and only task for the night by entering the kitchen”, smiled Mr.Bradley, as he stirred one of the pans.
“What do you mean?”, Nicola replied, trying to understand what he meant.
“I mean, my dear, that we can take it from here … Now Mr.Freeman!”
Nicola had no time to react when a cloth came from behind her and smothered her mouth. Within seconds she was out cold.
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Nicola was in a field back home, her family and friends were with her surrounding a large picnic blanket. The weather was warm and the sky was clear. This is what she had been dreaming about since she first came to university. Finally she was back home enjoying herself again. A few drops of water began to fall from the sky.
“I guess it was a bit too perfect, I can deal with a spot of rain”, she thought and laughed to herself.
Suddenly, a huge mass of water fell from the sky…
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“She’s awake Mr.Bradley”, a voice spoke.
Nicola wondered what had happened to the field, and her family, and the picnic.
“Excellent”, spoke another voice.
Nicola knew these voices. They weren’t from her family … or her friends … through her confusion the cold light of day began to dawn on her.
“Mr.Bradley. Geoff. Mr.Freeman.”, she thought, trying to piece together the pieces.
Nicola opened her eyes but could only make out a swirling hazy fog of a ceiling above her. She tried to sit up and soon realised that she couldn’t move her arms. She tried to move her legs, they were incapacitated too.
“What’s going on?”, she managed to say in a soft voice.
“My dear, you won! That’s what is going on”, yelled Mr.Bradley.
“Won what?”, said Nicola still trying to regain focus.
“The competition of course”, said Mr.Bradley, knowing he was confusing her more.
“What competition?”, said Nicola, slowly regaining her focus and concentration.
“The greatest competition on Earth my dear, the greatest competition on Earth!”
Nicola felt his finger move down her left thigh. Mr.Bradley raised his finger to his mouth and licked it.
“Mmm, the greatest competition on Earth”, he said with great pleasure.
“HEY! Get your hands off me!” screamed Nicola, “What do you think you are doing!?”
She raised her head as much as she could, to see her thigh that had just been felt and was thoroughly unprepared for what she saw next. Nicola saw down the length of her body, completely stripped. She saw her legs spread apart and tied down at the end of a table. Her pert breasts were sticking into the air in front of her eyes, and to her horror she could see a neatly trimmed mound of pubic above her spread-eagled legs. Her mind had fully re-focused now and she could feel her nakedness in the room, the warm moist air of the steamy kitchen blowing against her skin.
Mr.Bradman smiled as he saw the signs of recognition return to Nicola’s face. He reached out his hand again and rubbed his finger down the length of her pussy. He laughed as it contracted to his touch. He pushed his finger slightly into her vagina and pulled out again. He raised his finger to his mouth once again and licked. His face turned to pure pleasure.
“Mmmm, truly, the greatest competition on Earth.” he said slowly and softly.
This sent shock and horror through Nicola’s body. Here she was restrained and being violated by this evil man.
“How dare he take pleasure from my body without my permission!” she thought in vicious rage.
She struggled and squirmed to try to break free from the restraints. Her naked body jumped and jostled from side to side on the table but to no avail.
“The female figure is such a splendour in movement don’t you think Mr.Freeman?” said Mr.Bradley as he watched her struggle.
“Oh yes, Mr.Bradley”, replied the chef as he approached the table, “A splendour!”
Nicola couldn’t take this anymore. She was not just here for their pleasure and would not be a part of it.
“Ok, if you are going to rape me just do it and get it over with!” she screamed, “Just get your sick little twisted competition over with and let me go! I’ll make you pay for this!”
“Young lady! Rape! I’m offended by the very mention of the word!” Mr.Bradley yelled back, “You entered this competition of your own free will. If you had bothered to read your contract before you signed it you would have seen that. You agreed to give your mind and body in service of this establishment. Well now is the time that this establishment needs your body.”
“Well” Nicola said trying to comprehend what she had just heard, “I withdraw that permission, so you can’t rape me”
“My dear, it is written, and I have no intention of using your body in that way. I doubt the customers would find you as appetising if they knew I have just had sex with you” Mr.Bradley and the chef both laughed at this, “Besides, Nicola, we have just cleaned you.”
“What do you mean appetising? They’re hardly going to eat me!” she said, happy that she had caught him out.
Mr.Bradley and the chef both turned to each other and laughed.
“I always love this moment” said Mr.Bradley as he picked up a knife, “Bucket please Mr.Freeman.”
Mr.Bradley took hold of the table and expertly rotated and lifted it so that Nicola’s head was now almost touching the floor and her feet were up towards the ceiling. The chef placed a large steel bucket under Nicola’s head, there was just enough room for the bucket to squeeze between the bottom of the table and the floor. Nicola’s mind was awash with fears and thoughts on what the bucket was for as blood rushed into her head, but in her heart she knew the true purpose of the bucket.
“Ok! Ok!” she screamed, “Don’t do anything stupid! Please! Please! Ok, you can have my body of my own free will! I promise! Don’t do this!”
“Thank you, my dear, I always prefer it when the girl is willing.” said Mr.Bradley then quickly sliced along the exposed neck of Nicola.
Nicola did not feel any pain as the blade flashed above her eyes.
“Please no God, this can’t be happening!”
She tried to scream but could only make a gurgled squeal as the blood flowed from her neck. The blood continued to flow from the deep laceration in her neck, dripping over her face and terror ridden eyes. Nicola’s mind was now a frantic mess, moving from one incoherent thought to another. As the blood levels in her body began to ebb away until she could focus her mind one last time.
“I can’t believe he has killed me, I always hated him, the basta---------”
Nicola fell out of consciousness for the last time. Her final thought had fixed a frown on her lifeless face. Mr.Bradley noticed the expression on her face and laughed.
“There’s a face we are all familiar with Mr.Freeman”, he said as the chef joined the laughter, “I bet I know what her final thoughts were too.”
The chef and Mr.Bradley continued to laugh as the chef squeezed out the last of the blood from her arms and legs.
“Right, Mr.Freeman, she is all yours.” Said Mr.Bradley, “I’ll leave her to your expertise”
He left the room and the chef began to get to work on the cooling body that was once Nicola.
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A few hours had past and guests had begun to arrive for the big feast. This was the restaurant’s busiest day of the year and made even harder by the fact that only Mr.Bradley and the chef were on hand to serve the guests. Only one waitress knows about the feast on this day and she has already been put to use.
“Welcome friends, Welcome!” beamed Mr.Bradley, ushering guests into the restaurant “Dinner will be served shortly.”
Local dignitaries from the local villages began to pour into the restaurant. This is one of the areas key events of the calendar. The police chief, followed by the mayor, the local college lecturers all mingled together in the dining area.
“Ahem, Attention Please”, bellowed Mr.Bradley as he tapped his glass.
The local dignitaries began to applaud.
“Thank you friends, I’m glad to see so many familiar faces back for today’s feast. As you know voting took place two weeks ago for today’s competition. We have tried to keep the result secret until tonight and I am pleased to announce that the waitress who you all would most like to see as tonight’s meal is…”
The chef rolled in a trolley with a shiny silver platter and lid placed on it. Mr.Bradley reached down and took hold of the lid.
“Three, two … one”, he and the crowd said jointly.
There was a gasp as Nicola’s head was uncovered on the platter. Her head was sitting on a plateau of fresh fruit and vegetables, one ripe red apple had been stuffed into her mouth. The gasp was followed swiftly by a loud rapture of applause.
“An excellent choice my friends … who could resist a face like that. You might notice a familiar expression left on her face that you have come to love it appears”
The crowd silenced as it studied the face of Nicola and suddenly broke out into laughter in unison. The crowd were all regular customers of the restaurant and had, clearly been lured to Nicola’s young body and moody temperament. Voting her the tastiest member of the waiting staff.
“Attention Everyone”, said Mr.Bradley again, “Just one more order of business to take care of before we can enjoy Nicola’s tasty offerings. I trust you all have your raffle numbers?”
He reached into a hat and pulled out a piece of paper.
“The winner of the traditional first meal is… number 129! Do we have a winner?”
“YES!” shouted a voice from the corner, “Yes! It’s Me!”
The hand with the ticket raised in the air quickly made its way through to the front.
“Ah, Gus! Well played my man.” Said Mr.Bradley happily, “Can we have the first plate please.”
The chef wheeled out another trolley with a smaller silver platter on it.
“You realise Gus that you only get one chance at this, if you accept this offering you will be exempt from all future raffles.”
“Yes, yes, I know, I know” said Gus hungrily, “Nicola is my girl. I can’t believe I won her. I’ve wanted her so much.”
The crowd laughed merrily at Gus’s eagerness as the chef uncovered the plate to Gus’s eyes. His knees almost gave way at the sight before him. Sitting on the plate, on top of a fresh batch of fruit and vegetables, wads Nicola’s raw chilled clitoris. It was the first piece of flesh to be carved from Nicola’s body and was placed in the fridge during the preparation of her body. Raw clitoris is said to be the most delicious part of a girl and traditional raffle of it is the start to every meal.
Gus sliced a small portion of the chilled meat and placed it in his mouth. The room watched the pleasure grow on his face and broke out in spontaneous applause.
“On with the feast!” bellowed Mr.Bradley as Gus was left alone to fully savour the experience of eating a young girl’s clitoris.
The crowd’s attention moved to the buffet cart where the chef was already standing.
“And now for the moment you have all been craving for” smiled Mr.Bradley. “Mr.Freeman would you do the honours!”
The chef pressed a button on the cart and the screen covering the front slowly began to rise. The crowd gasped. Slowly, the roasted body of Nicola began to appear on the cart. Her arms and legs were tucked under her and her ass was proudly stuck in the air. Her pale skin had roasted up perfectly to a crispy golden brown. Through the cracks the juices from her meat was gently trickling down her body to the platter below.
“A round of applause for your chef please!” yelled Mr.Bradley and the crowd cheered heartily, “Let the feast begin.”
The crowd hurried into line to get their own piece of Nicola’s body so generously given to them by her. Slice by slice her body was carved away. Her rump meat lasted only minutes, her thighs not long after that. Every piece of meat on her was devoured greedily by the guests. They only get to enjoy the pleasures of girl meat once a year and each wanted as much as possible.
At the end of the night all that was left on the platter was the shell of Nicola’s skeleton with various bits of tough flesh still hanging on. Nicola now existed in a part of every one of the guests. The feast of Nicola would go down as one of the most enjoyable in years. The guests left discussing Nicola’s beauty on the platter and thinking hungrily about the young waitress who would make the meal next year.