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 Cooking School

   Three women meet there fate as the cooked instead of becoming the cooks.


   Contains bondage, lesbian, snuff, cannibalism.  This story contains
sex and is pure fiction and should not be read by anyone under 18yrs old.

   The applicants

   It was September 1st and today is my first day of cooking school.  I
signed up for a unique cooking school in the back country of Kentucky. 
Part of the allure was the cost.The Class was free as we would work in a
kitchen at an exclusive hunting club style restaurant.  Room and board was
provided too.  I was one of three apprenticeship that won a position.  The
application process included a personal essay and oddly enough a physical
by the club doctor three weeks ago.  I really thought the personal essay
would kick me out since I had little to say about my family.  I had been
raised in a foster care home since I was born and now that I am 18 and
graduated from High School I was on my own.  Most of my friends from HS
moved on to college and I lost contact with everybody.  The physical was
odd but they said they needed to be sure I was healthy and had no diseases.
I went to the club's Doctor and I was surprised as the exam was very
through.  Dr.  Jones started with the usual history stuff and then he took
my blood.  He weighed me and measured my weight.  I am not fat but I am
very curvy for a woman because of my 38D chest and my flat stomach and 38
hips.  I am not real tall at 5'1".  He also said he had to do a female
exam. I had not had one in a long time so I said okay.  He asked me to
undress and put on this gown and sit in the special chair. This had the
supports for my feet.  I laid back and he did the exam, but he said, "I
would like to add you to a life survey for women.  It is a special program
where we track women health for life but it has a weird requirement that
the patients receive a special tag.  The up side for you is you get free
medical care for life.  The tag is required so this free service is not
abused and when you die of old age I hope, the tag will identify you as a
participant". So where does this tag go and how does it work.  The Doctor
said "the tag is hidden, I put it right here", he pinched the side of
vaginal lip.  What!  He said "This is the same place some women have
pierced, remember you get free health care for life".  I thought for a
moment and said "Okay, but I want to see this tag".  He opened a drawer and
pulled out what looked like a small dog tag with a number on it.  The
Doctor gave me a form to sign authorizing him to place the tag on me.  It
was three pages of fine print and I did not read it.  I just signed it.  He
asked me to lay back again and said I would feel a pinch.  Boy was he
right, that smarted.  He said, "that's it, you can sit up now".  I could
feel the cold metal and it still stung.  The Doctor said he needed to take
complete measurements and do a breast exam to start the program.  He asked
me to stand straight up and remove the medical gown.  I was naked.  He
asked me to raise my hands and arms and then from behind me he measured
every part of me including my breast.  Then he reached around me to feel my
breast and this was really weird as I never had a man touch my breast
before.  It was nice actually his hands were very soft and this excited me
some.  That was it and I got dressed.  He said, "keep the tag clean for a
week, it may bleed a little today".

   The school sent a car for me and I only had a couple of suitcases of
stuff, good by old life I thought.  Three hours later I arrived at the
school.  The staff was real nice to me and showed me to my room.  It was
fairly simple dorm style with three beds.  Later that day I met Terri and
Alyse.  They were the other two applicants.  They too were attractive women
both chesty like me.  The Dorm had a large bathroom and a large shower. 
The funny thing was the door to the bathroom was missing so there was no
privacy.  From my bed I could see into the shower.  Terri had left to walk
around and Alyse decide to take a shower.  I was on my bed reading but I
could not ignore Alyse as she undressed and got into the shower.  She was
quite beautiful.  She had a great figure and long black hair.  Her breast
were very firm not saggy at all.  The water made here nipples stand out and
they were very big.  The I noticed a shine in her crotch and realized she
too was tagged.  Well Alyse noticed me staring at her.  I did not realize
it but I was rubbing my crotch as I was turned on.  Alyse opened the door
and asked me to join her.  I shook my head no at first but she said, "come
here it will be fun".  I got up and walked to the shower.  I stripped off
my clothes and stepped in.  The water was hot and it felt great.  Alyse's
hand guided my hair and she slowly touched my back.  Her hands were soaped
up so they just slid on my skin.  Standing behind me she reached around me
to wash my stomach and then she captured my breast with both hands.  I
shuddered with feelings that I never had before and then her hands fell
into pussy.  I felt her slide across the tag and she said nothing.  She
turned me around and we were face to face and our mouths met.  I pulled her
close as she already had embraced me.  Our breast pressed against each
other and her fingers slipped into my sex.  She knew exactly how to make me
cum and I was ready.  I shook and screamed as the orgasm grew deeper and
deeper.  Alyse pushed me a little to drop to my knees and I know what she
wanted.  I put one of her legs over my shoulder and her pink pussy open
up before me begging for my touch.  There too was her tag.  I reached in
with my tongue and she pressed my head closer as for the first time I
tasted the essence of a woman.  She too found her bliss.  I rose to see her
big smile.

   Dinner time, we all went into the dinning room.  The manager came out
and introduced himself and dined with us.  The chef came out of the kitchen
and said hi to all of us.  He said "this will be your last dinner as a
guest, next time you will be intimately involved in the cooking process".
We thanked him and he said the pleasure was all his, I am happy to have
three scrumptious women to work with.  We raised our glasses and sipped the
wine.  That is the point that my memory has become fuzzy.

   Role Reversed

   As the fuzziness wearers off I quickly realize I am hanging upside down
with my feet spread apart.  I am naked and Alyse and Terri are hanging
right next to me.  My hands are tied behind my back with a rope around my
hips.  I pull and push and all I can do is wiggle.  There is no way out. 
It looks like we are in a steel room and it is cool but not real cold.  I
start screaming but no one comes and all I can do now is cry.  Alyse and
Terri wake up too and they are wiggling and crying.  Then the door opens
and the chef walks in.  He says, "well ladies it is time for me to choose
how dinner is to be prepared and tonight we will have meat soup, fried meat
and if we are lucky some barbecued long pig.  I am now thinking we are the
meat he is referring too.  I asked, "are you going to cook us" he said, "of
course", you have been tagged and I will now prepare each of you.  The
chief's assistant grabbed the rack we were all hanging from and rolled us
out into another room.  I could see drains in the floor and a hose hanging
on the wall.  He attached a ring around our necks and inverted the rack. 
Now we were right side up but unable to move. He shoved the hose in our ass
and and filled us up until our stomachs were visibly distended. With a
little push on our stomachs we exploded emitting everything on the floor.
This left all all week and fairly despondent.  One by one we were soaped up
and brushes off.  His hands worked every part of our body.  He worked his
hand into my pussy and he got a lot of pleasure in slapping my breast and
squeezing my nipples.  Then he carefully shaved my body except my head. 
When he was done with me he did the same thing to the other two girls.

   Kentucky Fried Girl

   The assistant released Terri, and put her on a large tray, she started
to move and he grabbed her hands and tied them behind her.  She had no
fight left.  The chef came back with a big bowl and bottle of oil.  He
pushed and turned her easily on the tray as she was oiled up.  He placed he
on her back and enjoyed massaging her bit tits and running his hand into
her pussy.  Terri just moaned and stared at the ceiling. He took the bowl
and shook the contents all over Terri It was whitish flower.  I could smell
the seasoning. He flipped Terri over on her stomach.  Tied her feet
together.  He tied her arms together lashing them tight all the way up to
her elbows.  Then he pulled her feet back towards her head.  This made her
back arch in a hogtied position.  She rocked on her stomach with only her
breast hanging down.  With a small rope he grabbed each breast and tightly
tied them at the base.  Her breast looked like round ball with a tit on it.
He took a carrot and shoved it in her ass and opened her mouth and shoved a
unpeeled lemon in it.  Well say good by to your friend.  He winched her up
on the rack and she just hung there motionless.  Her big eyes told the
story as they looked at us.  She could not even push the lemon out of her
mouth.  The chef moved the table away and slid a big vat under her.  It was
filled with oil and you could smell it as it was real hot.  Terri was now
hanging over the vat and she was about to become Kentucky Fried Girl.  The
chef slowly lowered Terri She moved a little in a last effort to save
herself but the hot oil swallowed her nipple and then her breast.  She
screamed through the lemon and when her stomach came in contact with the
oil, she bucked with every last bit of strength she had left.  Her eyes
closed as she was lowered into the fryer.  He cut the rope and Teri rolled
in the boiling oil.  She quickly turned brown.  The chef rolled the vat out
of sight.

   Soup Time

   The Chef looked at me and Alyse, He pointed to Alyse and said "you will
make good soup".  Alyse screamed NO!!  and begged him to not cook her, "I
don't want to be cooked alive".  Please let me go I will do anything".  The
chef brought another vat.  This one had a three legged steel support in the
middle above the rim.  They released the neck collar and leg bar on Alyse,
she was almost free except her hands were tied behind her.  She had more
energy then Teri and fought but it was futile as they picked her up and put
her in the vat.  They held her hair and opened the collar in the the middle
of the Vat.  Her neck was now trapped above the rim with her body inside
the vat.  She was able to move some as her feet were loose but that was it.
The chef came over and started filling the vat with water, it was cold and
Alyse was shaking.  The chef said don't worry I will have it nice a hot
soon.  The assistant came in with bags of vegetables and dumped into the
vat.  He added salt and other spices too.  The Chef pushed a switch and the
glow indicated the vat was on.  Alyse was still fighting but the cold water
and her weakened condition was taking a toll.  She too looked as though she
had surcomed to the inevitable realization that she was to be boiled alive.
I could see her shaking has stopped and there was a hint of steam rising
from the vat.  There is sweat on her face and her eyes were opening and
closing.  Her face was also looking red.  The chef came in and opened her
mouth and stuffed a lemon in it.  She had no more fight, no energy and was
having trouble keeping her head up.  The steam was clearly visible now as I
could only guess the water was near boiling.  I could smell the spices of
the soup.  Alyse is gone and I will be next.

   Roasted

   The chef said, "I have a special treat for you, I have a new roaster, it
will cooked you very slowly.  But first I have to get you ready for the
spit.  I will give you a shot first because I need your complete
cooperation and wiggling around is not good." I started to cry again and
begged him to let me go.  He jabbed me with a needle and in a moment I
could feel my body become limp.  Even crying was hard as I was loosing
control over my muscles.  The chef said, "You will not be able to move but
you will feel everything".  The Chef and the assistant released me and
placed me on my back on the table where Teri was breaded like a chicken. 
The Chef said, "you are a thing of beauty and will make my customers very
happy".  He reached down and kissed me touching my breasts fondling them in
delight with a smile on his face.  He grabbed my breast hard and wrapped
his mouth around my nipple.  He sucked at it real hard then I could feel
his teeth bite me.  That hurt and I could see my nipple was real red now.
He pick up some oil and dripped it on to my pussy and slipped his finger
inside me and then another.  Soon he worked his whole hand inside me.  I
felt every pull and tug as he stretched my pussy open.  Then he worked
magic on my clit and I wanted to scream in delight forgetting about my
throbbing pussy.  I could not move as he made me cum over a over again.  I
had no way to release any emotion, no way to respond physically and my mind
was crazy with the bliss of an unattainable orgasm.  But he knew as he
could see the tears of joy in my eyes.  Then the pain of great orgasm
turned to a pain in my belly as with one quick action the chef sliced me
open from my breast bone to my pussy.  I could see his hand inside me as he
worked fast to stop the bleeding.  Then he started pulling out my
intestines saying I did not need this anymore.  My stomach and other organs
were ripped out.  His assistant came over with a long rod and placed in in
my open ass and there was no longer a colon.  He slid it into my open
cavity and I could feel him pressing against my chest as he maneuvered it
around my heart lungs and into my throat.  He pulled my head back as he
pushed it through my mouth.  I could feel the cold steel on my lips as he
slid it through.  Another rod was slipped into my pussy.  He filled my
stomach up with vegetables and sewed it closed.  They rolled me over and
tied my hands behind my back and to some other rod that ran down my sides.
They wrapped me up like a turkey to keep me from moving around.  The only
part left alone were my breast but they did tie a string around the base
like Teri.  I could feel them throbbing.  The chef and the assistant picked
up both ends and carried me into another room.  I was face down and I could
see the electric coils of the roasters. The Chef said, I don't want your
tits to fall off so I am going to give them special treatment.  I could see
a long thin rod in his hands and it was not clear what he was going to do
until I felt the point on the side of my right breast.  He grabbed it
firmly and pressed the rod into my breast and out the other side and then
into the other and through it.  Now my chest was throbbing with another
pain that became dull as the rest of my body complained.  He tied the rod
up over my back and could feel the tugging on my sore breasts.  He
announced "we are almost ready, just need some sauce".  Once again his
hands slipped over my body but this time wet with sauce and he took great
care making sure every part of me was covered.  All done!  With that I
could see the electric coils getting red and then the spit for which I was
tied to started to turn slowly.  I was now cooking, a human roast.  The
heat at first was good but now it is very hot.  A wave worked around my
body as I turn around.  I could feel me flopping some as my weight shifts
and with every flop my clit rubs on the pole giving me a little to look
forward to every time.  Now my skin is complaining as the other wounds take
second fiddle. I can smell me as the sauce is getting hot and and my skin
is starting to cook, There is a spot where I can see my reflection when I
turn and I can see I am very red now.  It is getting harder to breath and I
know soon I will be meat for the mouths of the privileged.

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