Please don't read further if you are not into mass killing of poor
innocent females.


(smile)   Nasty!


Cancun (M/F+, nc, sn, v, nec, cann)
By The Lizarrd (address withheld by request)


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Teens and college students were everywhere. I had moved into one of the
top suites in the hotel, and watched them all very closely. I
specifically pegged groups of girls to be watched. Since I had made my
arrangements, I picked up several GPS chips. I had my workers plant
them into the swimwear of various girls' that I especially liked.


Of course, the goal was 100 or so girls to be brought in for the feast.
Some would be stalked, but some would just be grabbed off the beach. We
had cameras and film equipment, and were going to pose as "Girls gone
Crazy" filmmakers, promising the young, drunken girls meetings with
rappers and free booze if they just went into our van and a flash of
their tits.


After that little operation at the sorority, I needed to take some time
off. The repairmen had all gone their respective ways, and each had a
DVD burned to remember the experience.


So I went down to Cancun, Mexico for a little R & R. Little did I know
that I had attracted the interest of a "fan."


I checked into my hotel on the beach and noticed that I already had
messages. The message was from a man who asked me to meet him that
night at the hotel bar. After lying out on the beach and watching what
would have been some great roasting (all broiling themselves to
perfection in the sun), I checked back in and got dressed.


At the bar was just one person - a man in his 40's who was well dressed
and sipping what appeared to be scotch. "Mister Edenveld, pleased to
meet you. My name is Brooks," he stuck out his hand and I shook it. "I
am a big fan of yours - I myself had a chance to watch your work at the
sorority."


Suddenly I became apprehensive. Only the repairmen had copies - was one
of them stupid enough to go posting that on the net, I thought.


"I know what you're thinking - don't worry. All of the copies are safe.
One of your repairmen is also a member of my little organization. We
call ourselves the supper club - and we do exactly what you think we
do. He's the one who put me in touch with you - and I'd like to present
you an offer,"


"Go ahead," I said cautiously.


"Every year this place becomes a zoo - spring break. Thousands of
college students come down here to party it up. They spend their days
in a drunken haze - perfect opportunity don't you think?"


"Yes.


"And it is exactly that opportunity that I want to capitalize on. I
would like you to be our caterer for that event. Of course you get as
much meat as you can carry, and we will provide you will all the
manpower, income and supplies necessary to pull off such an event.
We'll need meat to host 100 or so members of the supper club."


"And how do I know you're not law enforcement?" I said.


"Mister Edenveld - If I were you'd be under cuff and key and looking at
extradition papers by now. So if I'm not law enforcement, could I be
the angry father of one of your past meals? Well - you'll have to trust
me - but this should help bolster you're trust..."


At that point he pulled out a plastic lunch box with two cunt filets in
it. He also pulled out $25K in cash. He put one of the filets on my
plate, and started to cut into the other.


"Trust me, no one here will notice what's on your plate. The money is
your advance. That way you can stay here for the next month, preparing
for the job. I've already paid your hotel expenses here for a month and
a half, and should you need more money, simply go to your account I've
set up for you at the Banco de Mexico in town."


He handed me an ATM card and a bankbook.


"It's all in US Dollars, however one call and I can have it converted
to Euro's if you wish?"


"No that's OK, haven't accepted yet, I said.


He took a bite out of what was left of his cunt filet. "I know you
Mister Edenveld. You will."


I then took a bite out of mine. From the looks of it, the previous
owner must have been an Asian girl, around 20 or so. It tasted great,
even though it was cold. Chewy , but he had marinated it in wine so it
was more tender than if not.


He started to get up, leaving me the money and the bankbook.


"I'll be in touch - oh and in the meantime you will receive two
packages. One will list instructions on how to get to our jungle fiesta
site. The other will give you the names and contacts of 10 people who
will work under you. You'll of course refer to them only by the
pseudonyms provided for you, and they will refer to you as only jefe.


Then he went out the door. I sat there and mulled it over for a little
while - and decided at worst I would have another month in Cancun.


One month later...


Teens and college students were everywhere. I had moved into one of the
top suites in the hotel, and watched them all very closely. I
specifically pegged groups of girls to be watched. Since I had made my
arrangements, I picked up several GPS chips. I had my workers plant
them into the swimwear of various girls' that I was watching.


Of course, the goal was 100 or so girls to be brought in for the feast.
Some would be stalked, but some would just be grabbed off the beach. We
had cameras and film equipment, and were going to pose as "Girls gone
Crazy" filmmakers, promising the young, drunk girls meetings with
rappers and free booze if they just went into our van and a flash of
their tits.


I had checked out the quarters and they had a whole array of cooking
equipment and ways to process this meat. They also had cages to
accommodate over a hundred women, and fire pits to roast as many as 40
at a time. Good god, this was going to be a bloodbath!


Today was the day we first started securing the meat. We planned to
take down some 'low hanging fruit' first.


We walked out onto the beach, and saw a group of 4 girls lying in the
sun, two of them topless. The topless two were blondes, perfectly hard
bodies and firm size C tits. One had on the bottom of what appeared to
be a US flag bikini, the other wore one that looked like a tie die one.


The other two weren't as attractive, but would roast up well
nonetheless - one was a redhead who was bigger - I pegged her at 150
lbs or so. She did have perfect green eyes, and an innocent look on her
face. The other wasn't that attractive, but she did come with the meal.
She was a brunette, and wore a one piece. Both the red head and the
brunette were almost blindingly white. The remnants of over a case of
beer lay beside them, and you could tell from their voices that they
were all drunk.


"Carrrrrie... couuld you g-get us some more beeeer?" said one of the
topless blondes.


"Tina, haven't you had enough for a while?" said the brunette.


Then we walked up.


"Hey - we're shooting a video out here," I said, "and we're looking for
college girls to have some fun. I've worked on several reality shows,
including MTV's Real World and last year when we did this - Tricia? You
know Tricia off Road Rules, well that's how we found her."


"Reeeeeealllly?" said the other blonde, looking up from her drunken
haze.


"Wait - how do we know you're telling the truth?" said the redhead.


"Well come to our van where we keep our equipment and I'll show you,"


They all agreed so we headed over to where I had my van parked. One of
the crew opened the door and at that moment a crewmember inside shot
out four darts with knockout agents.


The first one hit the still topless blonde in the patriotic swimwear.
She clutched her neck and pulled out the dart and then collapsed. The
red head started to scream but she was already feeling woozy from the
dart in her neck, and then collapsed in the sand. The other topless
blonde started to laugh and then collapsed, while the brunette fought
to stay awake, gurgling until she finally passed out.


We had 1 hour before the agent wore off, so we packed the girls in the
van, cuffed them and put ball gags in their mouths. We packed up the
bags they brought with them and threw them in the back. We then rolled
off to the Fiesta Site.


The girls, Tina (blonde in the flag bikini), Amber (the blonde in the
tie die bikini), Carrie (the brunette) and Michelle (the redhead) slept
the entire way, and had to be carried to their cells. After locking
them up, we left them with water and some meal replacement bars to eat.
The site was miles from anything, and deep in the jungle. No one could
hear them scream for miles.


We continued the same process that day until we had a total of 24 girls
locked up. Each catch had it's own cell, with each cell hosting 4-6
girls. The last one was a group of 5 Asian girls from Sacramento State.
These girls actually followed us around, flashing their tits at us.
They wanted to be in our video production - of course after we bagged
them I'm sure they changed their minds.


The next day we bagged another 20 or so. We picked up a group of 3
black girls from Howard University, a group of 5 Hispanic girls from
University of Florida, a group of 4 milky white but cute blonde girls
from University of Washington, 4 stoner girls, two in dreadlocks from
Berkeley and 4 random girls we picked up each separately.


Then we went to work on the ones we were watching. We managed to bag
all of them in a day, waiting for them to be unaware, often times going
into their hotel rooms posing as maids and then cleaning out with the
meats.


The day before the feast, we decided to test some of the equipment out.
They had one machine, which I read on how to use, but still wanted to
see it work. It was a deboning machine, and according to instruction,
you just popped a live girl in and it removed her bones, leaving a
brainless pile of meat to do whatever with.


I figured the best candidate to test this one out on would be Michelle,
the redhead we first nabbed. I had two crewmembers take her out of her
holding cell, sobbing and screaming. They brought the quivering redhead
to the machine. There was a glass pod for her to stand in and a big
metal piston that was above her. I closed the Plexiglas door and she
stood there, eyes wide and sobbing, not knowing what was going to
happen to her next. To be frank, I didn't know either. I pushed the
start button, and the motors started revving. At that point she started
to piss herself.


Then the piston started a blade whirring above her, she looked up and
then at me and started to scream.


"Nooooooo!!!!! Puhhhh leazzzeeeee!" she wailed.


At that moment the piston came down on her head so fast I couldn't tell
that it had sliced her skin clean open on her head and shoulders,
forcing the skin and meat down under the platform she stood on, leaving
a bloody standing skeleton with her lovely green eyes staring right
ahead. Her mouth dropped open and her tongue rolled out, then the
piston went up and left Michelle's perfectly deboned body, sans eyes
and tongue.


Above the pistons was her now dead skeleton. I pulled the skin and meat
out and set it aside, then hit button number two, which cleaned the
unit from all the leftover gore and blood, and then dumped the pile of
bones into a bin. As Michelle's bones clanked against the metal
container, I carried her white carcass over to the chopping table. I
planned to cut her in half, and then roast each half over a fire, Al
Pastor style.


The other item I wanted to test out was the stripper, which was said to
strip the woman of all meat.


So I grabbed Janice, an older girl we picked up in the group of flight
attendants staying at the hotel. We had pegged them with the GPS chip,
simply because there was a blonde we just had to have and she was part
of a group of 3 so we took them all.


Janice was in her mid-30's and had already had plastic surgery in a
number of places. She had reddish-brown hair, brown eyes and a perfect
figure that obviously took a lot of gym work to keep up. Her ass, legs
and arms were fairly muscular - what a perfect candidate to test the
stripper with.


"OK. If you're gonna rape me get it fucking over with..." she snarled.
Her medium-sized but clearly augmented tits didn't move an inch while
she swaggered in front of me.


"Rape? No Janice hon, we're not going to rape you." I smiled. "Guys,
get her!"


At that point, three of the crew grabbed her. She started to kick and
punch as they hoisted her into the bucket of the stripper. She stood
there and screamed obscenities at us while we slammed the mesh lid on
top of the bucket. She grabbed the grate and shook it hard.


"YOU MOTHER FUCKERS! LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!" she screamed.


"Bye-bye Janice," I said and then threw the switch.


Watching her, the rotors under her started to spin and her feet
automatically got caught in them. She let out a piercing scream as she
was now up to her calves in the rotors. By now, her feet were pulp and
it was starting on her legs.


"Uh---huh---AEEIIIIIEEE!" she screamed, flailing as hard as she could.
It was now up to her knees and she was belting out inhuman, primal -
almost animal yells. Her perfectly manicured hands were trying to grab
the mesh to hang on, but she was now too short - the stripper had
shortened her by over a foot.


At this point it was at her waist, and she was in shock. I looked at
the back and it had two bins, one with her meat ground up, and the
other with the small bones in her feet and her thigh and calf bones.
Before long her pelvis shot into the bin.


Janice was almost dead now, with the rotors sucking her up to the
middle of her ribcage. Her tits hit the rotors and exploded, shooting
the saline from the sacs all over the walls. Once she was at her
shoulders her arms got sucked in, chewing them up quickly. Her head
bounced around for a while before getting caught up in the rotors,
first dislodging her jaw and then leaving a bloody skull. Pretty soon,
there were just two bins, which contained what was left of Janice. One
with clean white bones, the other, with her ground meat. She would be
burgers for me and the crew that night, and her bones would be
incinerated according to plans.


The day of the feast, we were to slaughter the entire camp of girls.
Guests started arriving early, many of them to watch the preparation.
We set aside 10 or so girls to be killed on the stage as entertainment,
and then chopped into steaks for the guests and myself to take home.


People from all walks of life came over - there were women, men. At one
point a busload of Japanese couples pulled up, ready to take in the
feast.


At about 10am or so, I started to get the meat ready. We had many girls
to take down, so we started with intensity.


First we needed to get some Sweet Bread for the meal. For this I picked
out Tonya, a black girl, Sheri, one of the stoners in dreadlocks, Amber
and Kate, one of the lily-white girls from Washington.


I had them line up, squatting side by side. Then we lowered a metal
brace, which prevented the girls from moving. They started to moan at
this point, the stoner girl sobbing heavily. Her blue eyes teared-up
while she sat in that humiliating position, and her lovely dark skin
quivered in fear. We set a second brace on the girls, and then popped
one brace, which held their heads in place, with 2 inches of the top of
their heads sticking out. I went up to the stoner girl and lifted some
of her dreads out of the top so they stuck out.


At that point I yelled "PULL!" and one of the repairmen threw a switch,
which sent a blade chopping off the top skullcap of all the girls. As
the blade shot through, you could see the eyes of each girl turn to a
blank stare and their mouths drop open. The stoner girl's skullcap flew
off, and the lovely sweet breads (aka their brains) was exposed.


The girls were still alive, but they faded out of consciousness as we
scooped out their brains. As we scooped them, the girls would babble or
say nonsensical things. Tonya convulsed for the longest, with every
scoop into her head sending another shockwave into her nimble body. She
was very athletic, and had an ass you could bounce quarters off of.
It's a shame it'll be ground into burgers, I thought. But there was a
high demand for lean meat on the burgers.


Sherri would let out a punctuated moan every so often, kind of an
"Uh-HUUUUUUUUH!!" sound, her toes curling and fingers twitching. She
wasn't fat, but wasn't in the greatest of shape. Clearly all of those
nights getting high instead of working out got to her.


Amber just wrinkled her nose and raised her upper lip as her mind was
scooped out of her head. She would let out a soft grunt every so often,
but pretty much went out quietly. Kate on the other hand gurgled and
moaned incessantly. Until her medulla was taken out, she was very
"talkative."


After cleaning them out, we dumped their bodies into the strippers and
got their meat ready for burgers. I hurled each body into the stripper,
and on occasion, a foot or hand would fly out. The stoner girl's head,
sans skullcap and jaw popped out at one time, as well as the
well-manicured foot of the long gone Amber. I held her tanned foot for
a second before throwing it back in, admiring the pink toenail polish
that still looked good despite not being touched up for a day or two.


Then I needed to start the entertainment. Two of the crewmembers were
assigned to do this, so I grabbed LaTisha (one of the Howard University
girls), Eve (one of the flight attendants - this one was younger,
around 28 or so), Jamie (one of the lily-white Washington girls) and
several other girls for the stage show. They were kept chained ankle to
ankle in a kind of chain gang. They sat in chairs on stage and sobbed
as they watched the girls before them get slaughtered.


First up was Annie Kim, one of the Asian girls. She had no idea what
was going to happen to her. They detached her and had her chained to a
lone chair, naked. Her lean, tan body shivered in fear, but she tried
to cop an attitude.


"What are you gonna do? Rape me?" she sneered. The crewman said
nothing, and took out a pair of alligator clips. He clipped one to each
dark brown nipple, causing her to yelp in pain on each one. Then he
took out two electrodes and stuck on in her ass, and one in her pussy.
He took another alligator clip and clipped her clitoris, causing her to
scream out in pain. He used one last one and clipped her tongue.


He stepped back and watched the poor Annie squirm in her chair in
discomfort. At that point he turned on the electricity, low levels a
first. Annie's hair started to raise and stick up and she started to
whimper in both fear and discomfort.


Then he kicked it up a notch, and Annie started to scream and kick in
her chair. This went on for a minute, then he gave her a big dose,
causing her to convulse and spit up. He moved it up even further and
you could smell burnt flesh. She started to go into low convulsions and
you could tell she wasn't going to last much longer. The crewman gave
her one big fatal dose, causing her stomach to explode.


The other crewmen cleaned up what was left of Annie, and started to get
the next girl. At this point I had to tend back to the meat.


I needed to start roasting 40 girls - so a few crewmembers and I walked
the line of cages, choosing which girl would be best for roasting. I
would go down the line - a brunette around 18 with clearly marked tan
lines, an Asian girl with no tan no more than a size 0, a Hispanic girl
with highlighted hair, big tits and a full on body tan.


There were these two girls who looked like twins. Both blonde, they
were both tall and hung out together. We watched them from the time
they checked into the hotel and grabbed them using the GPS chips. I
wanted both of them on skewers.


Then there was the middle-eastern girl. You usually didn't see
Iranian-American girls on Spring Break, so this one was a must-have.
Big D-sized tits, muscular legs and brownish-green eyes- she was also
going on the grill.


And of course, the flight attendant, Terri. She was in her mid-20's,
perfect shape, blonde and stupid as all hell. When we had bagged her
other flight attendant friends, she walked in and started laughing,
thinking we were playing some kind of joke. A shot from the stun gun
and the group of them were ready to be brought to the party.


Just like in some of the stories I read, this place had a platform to
do the spitting on. You would put the girl under a shaft, which would
raise a spit into either her ass or pussy. It would continue it until
it reached her mouth and then you could gut her.


The first girl to go up was a Jewish girl named Cynthia. She was from
Brandeis University. Smart girl, best to take her out first.


She had long curly brown hair, and a perfectly athletic body. She had a
bit of a nasal way of talking, which really came out when the spit
started going into her ass.


"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she wailed.


"Shut up bitch, the spit isn't even in you yet!"


At that point the spit started going inside her. She started to squirm
and scream, feeling the pole go into her ass. Her cheeks pinched it
back and forth trying in vain to prevent it from going any farther.


Soon the spit was in her midsection, and she was howling at the top of
her voice. She tried to double over, but the spit prevented her. I
grabbed her by the back of her head, and pulled the hair to straighten
her out. Her tits quivered in pain and agony as the spit made it's way
through her esophagus.


Soon all she could do was gurgle, vomiting blood and gore. Her eyes
were wide and her tongue protruding. The spit made its way on her
tongue, past her teeth, clicking against them and then through her
mouth. She was still alive when completely spitted and shuddered a bit
on the stick before finally expiring.


After she died, they loaded Cynthia onto a pulley system that attached
to each end of the spit. Cynthia headed down the line to the pits where
the fires were already heated up. They rested her onto grill #1 and she
started to cook. Her tits were illuminated by the light from the fire
under her and dinner was on its way.


They had 40 more to go so they had to work fairly quick. I noticed the
next girl up was a 17-year-old Senior in High School who was from
Missouri. I had separated her from her friends to get some XTC and got
her in the van instead. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and
was kicking hard as they got the spit into her. The crew pulled her
long, blonde hair back and got her going.


I needed to work on the oven roasts - and choose my roastees. I also
needed to chop some up as parts, as well get some whole torsos to
roast.


While walking back to the cages I noticed the stage. They had Eve and
Jamie up there, and both of them had their arms sawed off. Jamie was
missing her face, and was a bloody, messy skull. One of the crewmembers
was holding a chainsaw and wearing Jamie's face - as he swung the
chainsaw around, Jamie's long hair swooshed around the carnage attached
to the crewmember. I'm not sure how he got the entire face off in one
piece, but I was impressed.


Jamie and Eve were very much still alive, and whimpered in agony. At
that moment the crewmember stuck the chainsaw into Jamie's alabaster
midsection, and poor Jamie doubled up. As the saw shredded into the
poor 20 year old, she started to convulse, her legs kicking out and
toes curling. What fear must have gone through her mind to see a man
kill her wearing her face.


The crewmembers carted off the still quivering mass of Jamie's gore and
took it to the shredder. Jamie would enter this alive, but probably
wouldn't last more than a few minutes.


At that point the crewmember took the chainsaw and jabbed it right into
Eve's mouth, decapitating her through the mouth. After her head flew
off, the body convulsed for a few seconds, shaking the stump on top of
her neck. What was left of her tongue flicked up and down.


I wanted to cut some girls up for parts now. I went to the cages and
grabbed Moon, the other girl with dreadlocks, Leoncita and Vanessa, two
of the Hispanic girls, Tina and five other girls.


We had the girls strapped to wooden chopping blocks and I went to work.
I started with Moon. She was struggling in her restraints, trying to
kick out of them.


"YOU MUTHAAAAAHHHHH! FUCKERRRRRRRR!!!! LET ME GOOOOOOWWWW!!!!" she
screamed. I paid her no attention and went to work.


I took a bone saw and started right into her thigh, cutting it from the
socket. I cut in a circular manner, cutting around the bone and then
popped it out with a loud "POP." When the leg came out her big blue
eyes went wide, and her mouth formed a perfect 'O'. Her head trembled
in place, making her dirty blonde dreadlocks bounce around. It was
almost a minute before she let out a loud scream, but by then her long
leg was hanging upside down, draining.


I did the same for the second leg and she went into shock. I took the
saw and cut off her arms and then her head, popping her head on a stake
nearby. Her eyes were half-lidded and she looked very stoned - a
fitting end for a stoner girl. I cut her torso into 4 parts, sawing her
front ribs in half, and then her back ribs. I took her small tits and
threw them into a bucket, to be rendered as cooking fat to baste the
spitted girls with.


I got ready for the next girl, Leoncita. She was bigger than Moon - it
looked like she weighed between 130 and 150 lbs. She had huge tits and
a nice big ass, as well as an all over body tan. As she struggled, her
tits flopped back and forth.


"Mister you better fucking untie me now or I'm going to..." I cut her
off right there and grabbed her tongue with a pair of pliers,
"AUUGHHHLTLLLLTH!"


"You need to shut up Leoncita..." I said, and then took a knife and cut
out her tongue at the root. Blood poured out of her mouth and all over
her face. She cried in pain and shook her head back and forth, her
beautiful brown and gold mane tossing to and fro.


Then I started in on gutting her. I sunk the knife into her belly and
cut upwards. She gurgled in pain. I lifted all of her organs out, set
them in a bucket and then cleaned her out completely.


I beheaded Leoncita and popped her head on a stake as well, and then
broke down the rest of her body. We went through the gamut of the
girls.


I looked back at the skewering - the Iranian girl was bucking on her
spit back and forth, and was trying to say something. Her lips kept
moving back and forth and her teeth were clacking on the metal spit.
They put her on the pulley and sent her down to the pits.


The two blonde twins were up. I had given special instructions for
these two to be roasted on a longer spit, so that they would be spitted
end to end. The first girl was put on the platform, and the spit went
up through her. She screamed to high heaven as the spit traveled
through her ass, and then through her stomach and when it hit her
esophagus, all she could do is bleat like a sheep.


"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTGHLLLLL!!" she yelled. Soon she was a
pig on a stick. The crewman took a stake and rammed it through her
thighs, locking into the spit. They then lowered the spit under
platform, so that her feet were kicking with what was left of her
spirit. She hung there for about a minute before they grabbed her
unofficial twin to set on the platform.


They repeated the process until the first one's mouth was firmly up
against the pussy of the second. They sent the two down on the pulley
until they reached the pits. They had to modify one of the pits to
accommodate both of them, but soon the two blondes were roasting and
rolling.


I was taking a break from the slaughter, tired and needing a beer. I
grabbed one from the cooler where I met up with the master of
ceremonies.


"How's it going? Everything seems to be going well." He said.


"It is - but it's hard work!"


"Well I noticed you were doing the chopping down by hand - didn't want
to use the quartering machine?"


"What's that?" I said, curious.


"Oh, they must not have showed you that. It's over here." He said as he
walked me over to this pit, where there were a set of chains that held
foot shackles dangling from them. At the end of the line there was a
big metal plate with a cross outline in the middle. Two circular blades
came out at each direction. He fired it up and you could see what it
would do - place the girl in here and you'd have four easy pieces,
ready for further breaking down.


At the bottom, there were four prongs that would grab the girls head
and twist it with full force.


I had to try this thing out...


We hooked up Tina who was delirious and screaming, to be first in line.
Vanessa was behind her, and behind them were several other girls
including the two other stoner girls.


The thing fired up and Tina was bucking back and forth. The prongs
grabbed her head, and twisted with brute force, so that it twisted off
quickly and soon her hair was spinning around so fast it blurred. It
threw her head to the side and her face was still locked in a screaming
position. Her tongue flicked back and forth until her eyes rolled back
into her head and she was gone.


The saws did their work, first cutting her from her pubic bone down to
her neck, then the other saw cutting right through her waist. Soon she
was four parts of tanned beach bunny dinner (5 counting her head.) I
took the parts off and threw them aside.


Vanessa was up and was cursing at me in Spanish. The prongs sunk into
her curly reddish-blonde hair and spun her head off, throwing it to the
side. Her body convulsed on the machine, but the saws dug into her
flesh and soon cut her into smaller chunks as well.


I went through most of the girls, but one of the stoner girls tried to
break free. She had dirty blonde hair, and a full body tan. When the
prongs came up to her head, she tried to pull away and her hand got
caught instead. It did its work and her arm was soon twisted off, with
her letting out a loud howl.


It threw her arm to the side and the blades started into her, causing
her to scream as the blade went down her pubic mound, through her
stomach and down her neck. She was dead by this time but the blade
continued through her chin and down her nose until her head was sawed
cleanly in half.


It then cut down her midsection and she was ready.


It's a little more fun to do it this way¸ I thought. So I turned off
the prongs and felt the rest of the girls should go this way. Up next
was one of the Howard University girls, who managed to live up until
the blade traveled through her head. Her tongue danced when her head
was spliced, and it ended up getting cut into smaller pieces, flying
out when it did.


I looked back at the spitting platform and the last girl up was Terri,
the doomed flight attendant. As the spit went in her pussy, she
screamed as loud as she could. Her eyes bulged and her body started to
shake. I noticed a stream of piss go down her left thigh and as the
spit progressed, she actually pooped! The crewman laughed and stopped
the spiting. Terri just shook there, partially in agony, partially in
pain. The crewman took the poop and held it to her face.


"Want a last meal, bitch!" he laughed, and then shoved the shit down
her mouth, forcing her to swallow. She gagged and then vomited all
over, her augmented but beautiful tits quivering the whole time.


The spit resumed traveling and soon it was in her throat, with her
giving the labored sounds as she choked on the spit. Her tongue stuck
out and soon the spit traveled down on it, popping up. She shook one
final time, and then expired.


Soon all the girls were cut up and were either roasting on the spit,
being grilled as burgers or being roasted as parts. Each girl's head
that remained was used as a table centerpiece, and was how the guests
knew where to sit.


I requested to be seated at Tina's table. So there she was, staring
directly ahead, jaw slackened and eyes rolled up. Sitting at that table
meant we'd be sharing at least a couple parts of her. One of the
crewman brought out Tina's ass, cooked to perfection. Her right and
left halves sat side by side on the silver platter. We all dug in and
started to dine. I


Did her parents know that her ass would be such a hot commodity? I
don't think they though it would be this way, he, he, he, he.


I watched as other guests feasted on parts of the girls, a Japanese man
chewed into Vanessa's succulent breast, another man dined on Annie
Kim's leg, and a couple lovingly dined on parts of the blonde twins. In
fact their table had both twin's head's on it, side by side - with
their mouths wide open, tongue distended and eyes glazed over.


The party continued into the night and soon there was no meat left -
just bones.


We had a final ceremony where we tossed the girls bones into the
incinerator. And soon after that we left and you would have never known
what happened there that day.


The master of ceremonies, before he left, told me I'd be welcome to
serve next year. I'd be up for it - I told him.


I stayed one more week in Cancun, and then headed off. I had big plans.


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