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 No.12839

Willow at the Girlmeat Palace: Version 1


Willow Rosenberg had worked at the Girlmeat Palace for about a week now and every night she'd gone home since she'd applied she'd brought herself to a bed rattling climax. Goddess! The whole idea of the place was sexy! Openly selling girlmeat! Girls willingly volunteering to have their sex cut out and fed to customers! Watching the patrons bite into their fresh cooked pussy burgers! Willow had enough schlicking material for the rest of her life!


Although, with just how turned on she was, Willow wasn't sure just how long the rest of her life would last before she ended up volunteering to go on the menu herself...


Willow was a waitress, she wasn't on the menu automatically like the girls who signed up as larder meat were, though of course the company didn't mind if she volunteered.


Tonight, business was pretty frantic. A pussy burger was $20 a piece, making it by far the most expensive item on the menu, but tonight was Friday and so they'd managed a pretty brisk trade. She'd watched 5 different larder girls go under the knife since her shift started, not to mention a regular customer who had decided to get her own pussy harvested for her friend to eat. Willow had even gotten to deliver a pussy burger to a distinguished looking businessman herself! It was Annette's, a pretty french girl that had applied for a job in the larder yesterday and who Willow had gotten to harvest herself. The customer had wanted her ground, like an old fashioned beef burger, so Willow had had the pleasure of spreading Annette's pretty thighs and lifting her up onto the grinding cone and holding her steady as the vaguely juicer shaped device ground away at Annette's sex, bringing the french girl to a screaming final orgasm.


Willow had then brought the decunted Annette into the back and hung her up by her wrists to watch the monitors showing the restaurant dining area like she was supposed to before going back and scooping out the ruins of Annette's freshly ground cunt and fashioning them into a patty for the chef to fry up on the griddle.


Goddess, the feel of another girl's ruined twat squishing in her hands like that was so incredibly arousing! Knowing that Annette gave this up so that someone else could eat it was just so... Unnngh! It was all Willow could do to keep from frigging herself right there on the spot!


Of course, that was just the highlight of her night so far but everything about her jib was great! The embarrassment of being forced to wear the skimpy fetishized maid uniform whose neckline was really more of a nippleline, and whose skirt wasn't quite long enough to fully conceal her pantiless pussy lips when she was standing perfectly still; the knowledge that the entire restaurant could see her cunt when she bent over to place a dish, and that those same customers were judging her not just as a woman to be fucked, but as meat to be savored... Goddess! It was incredible!


And aside from the fast pace of business tonight wasn't anything special, her job had been just as erotic every single day she'd come to work! Willow was enjoying every minute.


The night marched on with orders for girl-grease fries and nipple chips and the occasional order of girlmeat nuggets, all taken from harvested girls like Annette once they finished watching whoever ordered them eat their pussyburgers while hanging in the back. It seemed like just another incredible night at the girlmeat palace, at least until Willow's shift ended just as she walked in the door.


Buffy Summers. Willow's best friend and secret crush! Buffy Summers had entered the doors to the girlmeat palace! Not only that, but she was sitting at one of the tables!


Oh... oh goddess! What was she going to do!? Buffy had no idea she worked here! They'd never even talked about girlmeat before! Much less Willow's dirty little secret fetish! And now she was here! Here! At the Girlmeat Palace! Did she want to order something? Did she want to order her?


No. That was silly! Buffy didn't even know she worked here, how could she want to order her? But... she probably wanted to order something, or... maybe a better word was someone?


She was sitting at one of Willow's tables; or, well, since Willow's shift had just ended maybe that should be Laura's tables instead?


Goddess! If she had been just a couple of minutes earlier it would have been Willow waiting on her instead of Laura. Without the force of her Job making her confront Buffy, Willow was too embarrassed to walk over and talk to her secret crush. But if Buffy had come when she was still on shift? Who knows what might have happened? Would she have ordered a pussy burger? Would she have felt up Willow's prime filet as so many of her customers had done before asking if she was on the menu? Would she have tried to order her?


Willow's already heated muff grew even warmer at the idea. The thought of watching her best friend's perfect teeth sink into her own freshly cooked cunt was consuming her every rational though. It was a stupid idea. If she went through with it she'd end up just like Annette! But somehow, even though she knew she wouldn't survive, Willow wanted nothing more than to do it. She wanted nothing more than to have her best friend, the girl she'd touched herself to since she first started fantasizing about women all the way back in high school, literally eat her out.


Her heart racing a mile a minute, Willow dashed back into the kitchen and waited for Laura to finish taking Buffy's order. If Buffy was anything like most first time patrons, there was only one thing she'd want from the menu, and Willow wanted to provide the meat.


“Hello, welcome to the Girlmeat Palace, can I take your order?” Laura asked the petite blonde as Willow watched.


Buffy was staring at the menu. Willow didn't blame her, it was pretty pornographic. Completely aside from the lurid pictures of pussyburgers with the Girlmeat Palace's special sauce dripping out from between their lips, there were naked pictures of the girls who had become those burgers, clearly and carnally enjoying themselves using the same cuts of meat placed along the margins of the page. Willow wasn't embarrassed to say that she'd grabbed a take home menu her very first night on the job and it had driven her nightly routine to new heights of imagination and pleasure.


“Yeah,” Buffy agreed. “The girls on the menu here, they're all here willingly, right?”


Laura smiled widely. “We get that question a lot actually. Every single girl we cook here is either an employee or a volunteer. They know what they're signing up for, and they can back out at any time until after we start harvesting them for your order. Girlmeat Palace is a 1200% consensual establishment.”


It really was a common question, Willow agreed listening in from near the kitchen. Most of the time people were happy to hear that all the meat girls were here willingly, though willow had had one or two customers who were disappointed.


Willow's heart lightened as she saw Buffy's face light up at Laura's answer. “In that case, can I get a strawberry girl-milkshake and a pussyburger?”


Laura smiled with the sort of happy grin that Willow had seen on waitresses everywhere, but Willow though that her fellow waitress was genuinely relieved at Buffy's response. She probably was, Willow heard that Laura had ended up having to deal with an anti-cannibalism activist last night.


“Sure thing, do you want fries with that? We deep-fry them in 100% girl-grease.”


Buffy looked down and Willow remembered her friend was trying to watch her figure, still, Willow sort of hoped she went all out. Your first time at the Girlmeat Palace was something to savor, and since Buffy was treating herself anyway, she might as well go all the way.


“Sure,” Buffy nodded. “That sounds good.”


Laura grinned and bent down to puck up Buffy's menu, exposing her pert little cunt to the assessing gaze of the entire restaurant as her skirt hiked up just enough to make them visible.


Willow waited for Laura to walk back into the kitchen and leapt out as soon as Laura opened the door.


“Jesus! Willow! You scared me! Aren't you normally headed home by now?” Laura asked, confused.


“I... That blonde you just waited on is a friend of mine. Did she just order what I think she did?” Willow asked, just to make sure.


Laura checked her pad. “A fresh pussyburger, a strawberry girl-milkshake, and an order of girlgrease fries?”


Willow nodded pulling some money out of her purse. “That's about thirty dollars, right?” she asked, handing it to Laura. “Can you cover her tab for me?”


Laura leafed through the bundle of cash. “The meal comes to thirty; this is sixty, Willow. What's with the rest of the money?”


“It's tip, and... um... a thank you for filling in on my shifts for the next couple of days,” Willow admitted.


“Wait what do you mean filling you shifts, Red?” Laura asked, calling willow by the nickname she'd picked up at the palace.


“It's just, um,” Willow blushed. “I'm not going to be be available because I'm signing up for Larder duty.”


Laura's perfectly trimmed eyebrows lifted up in shock. “You want to be this blonde girl's burger?” Laura asked, surprised. “Damn! You must really have it bad for this girl!”


Willow just blushed.


"Alright," Laura nodded to herself. "If you're really serious about giving up your cooch for this girl I'll help you. Lets get you good and cooked."


Willow smiled thankfully, "Did Buffy want her burger ground? Or carved?" Willow asked, her arousal and excitement both plain to hear in her voice.


"She didn't say," Laura replied. "So that means she's getting your cooch carved, unless you have a preference?"


Willow blushed. Both options were attractive. The idea of getting the girlmeat for her friend's burger ground out of her, of straddling the grinder just like she'd helped Annette do an hour or two earlier and having it chew up the most sensitive place on her body from the inside out... it was so incredibly erotic! But... the image of Buffy biting into her still recognizable pussy... of her best friend sinking her teeth into Willow's meaty lower lips and tearing them apart, piece by piece... oh goddess! How could she resist that?


"Carved..." Willow admitted meekly. Buffy had seen Willow in the nude before, briefly. She'd helped her dress that first Halloween, and they'd shared a locker room for years in high school. Willow didn't think that Buffy would recognize her pussy when she saw it sitting, dripping with sauce on a toasted bun; not like willow would Buffy's if their positions were reversed, but the off chance that she would was tempting enough that Willow wanted to risk it.


"Well in that case, you know you have to strip, right?" Laura asked as she walked over to set up a cooking dildo for the eager to roast redhead. There were two type of cooking dildos, static and portable. The portable dildos ran off batteries and came as part of a set of panties that were really just a waistband with three thin strips of wire which connected to the self-heating phallus buried in the user's cunt, mimicking a thong but without a panel in the front meant to conceal the girl's privates. These devices rested in charging stations when not in use. They had to be hand washed due to the electronics inside, and were really only used when a customer seduced a waitress into letting herself be ordered. It let the customer watch the cooking at their table, but it wasn't very practical. That wasn't where Laura had headed.


Laura had gone towards the static cooking rods. A bank of three machines plugged into the wall that resembled nothing so much as gleaming steel sybians with dildos attached. These were the mainstay of the kitchen, the real cunt cookers; they could turn a user from a girl to a burger in about three minutes, vibrating the entire time to keep the girl's prime cut as tender as possible. Willow loved watching them work, and now, one of them would be working on her.


Willow lifted her shirt, feeling the soft cotton drag pleasantly against her aroused nipples as she pulled it over her head. She was really doing this. Goddess! She was really doing this. Willow's tits were small and firm, she never wore a bra to work, and honestly, the thought that people might be able to see the way her nips poked through her shirt on the way too and from work was a huge turn on during her daily commute.


Absently, Willow slipped the edge of her skirt over her pert butt, letting it drop to the floor. At the end of the week her clothes would be sold to a thrift shop like all the other girls who joined the Girlmeat Palace's larder, of course, Willow was beyond caring about that now.


Her plain white panties, soaked through with arousal, clung to her lower lips enough that she had to practically peel them away to reveal the treasure beneath.


Willow's pussy was cute. Her outer lips were puffy and round and her inner lips poked out between them like they were playing hide and seek. They hung down more in the front than the back, thicker and meatier and completely concealing her shy little clit between them. In the back of her pussy her inner lips practically disappeared, vanishing into the protection of the outer portions of her mound. Willow had always been slightly self conscious about her cunt before coming to work at the Girlmeat palace, it didn't look exactly like she'd seen on girls in porn. Her lips were thicker, meatier where they poked out; but since taking this job she'd seen dozens of girls, and dozens of pussies, some on fellow employees, most of them on plates between two sides of a bun. Willow had seen plenty of other girls, real girls, and she wasn't nervous any more about how she stacked up; she was sure Buffy would love sinking her teeth into her cunt once it finished roasting.


Willow's panties joined her shirt and skirt, and she dropped her purse on the pile as well. After this she'd be hung up in the back to watch Buffy eat her burger on the monitor, she'd bleed out and her meat would either be used for other dishes tonight, or sold to one of the fancier restaurants tomorrow morning when they came by to supplement their stock. That was how the Girlmeat Palace could afford to stay open really, the burger business was just there to get girls to volunteer for snuffing. Their pussies got put on the menu, but the Palace's real profit came in providing the rare meat to other, fancier restaurants that were willing to pay them for it, but that couldn't entice girls in the same way that the allure of seeing their pussy in a bun managed to. She wouldn't be surviving the night, so she wouldn't be needing her purse.


Now fully undressed save for her shoes and socks, which would be easy enough for Laura to strip off once she was hanging, Willow stepped up to one of the machines.


Laura was right there beside her, helping her up a hand on her back to steady her, as she straddled her way onto the sybian-like seat. The cooking rod stood there like a gleaming metal dildo, she could feel it pressed against the front of her freshly shaved cunt. Goddess! This was really it! Once she got on that shaft, her cute little muffin was forfeit! Willow knew she could still back out now if she wanted to, they'd made it clear in orientation, any time up until the girl actually started to cook she was free to leave, but... Willow didn't want to back out.


She braced herself on the pommel horse-like surface of the machine and pushed herself up. Laura grabbed her ass, and gently guided her into place above the shaft. Willow was more than turned on enough that she wouldn't need any additional help making the rod slippery enough to mount. She stopped and stared at it for a second, the rounded silver gread looking just like the dildo that Willow had at home. This was it. No more waiting. With a deep breath, Willow took the plunge.


The shaft that Willow's cunt was going to be cooked on wasn't any thicker than her dildo at home. It wasn't that much longer either, maybe half an inch at most? But somehow, it felt like an entirely new experience as Willow's lower lips crept over the metal rod. It was warm. Room temperature now, but slowly getting warmer fast enough that Willow could tell. Her treasure stretched around its girth, her legs straddling its seat as she swiftly sank until her lips were almost at the base. Willow sank until she couldn't any more. There was a depression around the base of the rod, more of a housing for girls with puffy pussies so they didn't get crushed while cooking, but whatever it's purpose, the outer edges of Willow's lower lips didn't touch the edges.


Her balance felt precarious, but that couldn't be further from the truth. The machine was bolted to the floor and she was impaled on the steadiest part of it, her butt sinking into the leather cushion of the pommel horse. Willow had heard it was girl-leather, but she's never really learned for sure either way. Now she never would.


The rod began to buzz, vibrating through Willow's core as it heated up to almost uncomfortable levels as it started to cook her. She felt like she was going to fall, but Laura was right there, bracing her, massaging her tits, rolling her nipples. Goddess! This was incredible!


Willow panted and moaned, thrusting against her inanimate lover as she mewled in pleasure. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, like the warmth of the sun's rays on her skin. The pleasure she was getting was more than enough to overshadow any pain. She could hear sizzling and smell the ubiquitous scent of frying pussy drifting through the air. Willow almost came right then and there when she realized it was her.


“Oh! Oh Goddess!!!” Willow couldn't keep herself from crying out. This was insane! She was being snuffed! She was cooking her own cunt! But it was too late to back out now, even if she wanted to; and Willow? Willow didn't want to.


The pain and pleasure both intensified as she began to lose feeling in her cunt. She was cooking in earnest now. In a minute or two she'd be hung up in the back, watching her pussy make its way to Buffy on a plate. Goddess! That was so... So! “UNGH!”


Willow came hard, shuddering against her lethal lover as she practically collapsed against the rod. Laura was behind her now, Willow hadn't noticed her getting on, and she'd hooked her arms underneath Willow's own, roughly fondling the redhead's tits like she was a piece of meat... which, in fairness... she really was.


“Just a few more seconds...” Laura cooed, “And... Now!”


Willow jumped, as best as she was able, as she felt something bite into her cunt; a circle of metal like an apple corer had sprung up around the depression and was stripping her treasure from her wholesale. Willow looked down, watching in awe as the metal ring ripped her sex from her. She'd seen it happen countless times, but there was something completely new about watching it from this end, about feeling it carve away her womanhood to leave her empty. The ring retracted, as did the rod, leaving her cunt nestled in the depression below, easy pickings for Laura once she returned. It looked beautiful. An absolutely perfectly cooked pussyburger. Willow smiled, Buffy was going to love it.


The redhead was going into shock, the trip from the machine to the back was a bit of a blur. She could remember Laura lifting her hands and snapping them into the cuffs above her, she could remember Laura turning on the TV and tuning it to Buffy's booth, but the trip to get there? Nothing.


“Wait!” Willow called out as Laura turned to leave.


“It's a bit late to back out now, Red,” Laura joked, her eyes lingering on the empty spot where Willow's muffin used to rest.


“That's not... no. I mean... If... if Buffy wants something else? There's money in my purse. Cover it for her?” Willow begged. “You can have whatever's left, just, cover it for her... and... take it from me, if you can?”


“You really do have it bad for her, don't you?” Laura whistled.


Despite currently bleeding out, Willow still found enough energy to blush.


“You know, your girl did order some fries...” Laura mused. “Want to help grease them?”


Willow nodded. “Please?”


Laura grinned and walked over to the corner to grab the tit harvester. It actually had a name, but no one bothered to remember it. It was basically a wide mouthed grinder. You braced it against a girl's breast, turned it on, and it sucked in the girl's tit grinding it up into greasy bits of titmeat which it dumped into a clear container. The meat was heated up on a metal strainer above the fryer to let the grease drip into it, and once that was finished, you'd be free to fry the fries. A single girl's tit wasn't enough to fill the fryer, no matter how big they were, and Willow was on the smaller side of average, so the redhead knew that Buffy wouldn't be eating fries cooked in her alone, but that was fine. As long as she could add just a hint of herself to flavor Buffy's fries she'd be happy.


Laura returned with the machine, cupping it against one of Willow's perky young tits.


“Do it.” Willow demanded, and the machine turned on, sucking her in and grinding her up all the way to the base of her chest, leaving a ragged little edge to show where Willow's left breast used to sit.


Willow was still out of it, the pain of being ground up barely registered, and she'd barely even blinked before her right breast had vanished into the machine as well.


Laura bent in and kissed her on the lips. “This Buffy's a really lucky girl, you know. Do you want me to tell her who she's eating?”


Willow shook her head, at least she thought she did. “You... Up to you...” She mumbled, lacking the energy to shrug.


The next blink showed her Laura heading out of the Kitchen with a tray full of food; a strawberry girl-milkshake, a very familiar pussyburger, and an absolutely gorgeous set of fries. Laura leaned in to tell something to Buffy and the blonde's face lit up. Did Laura tell Buffy whose meat she was eating? Or just tell her it was on the house? The TV didn't get sound. There was no way for her to tell. She watched Buffy daintily savor a Willow-grease fry, and then another, and another, until before Willow could even blink the whole box was gone. Willow grinned, savoring her crush's enjoyment. Her chest ached terribly from the loss of her tits, but since Buffy liked them, Willow didn't mind at all.


She watched Buffy pick up her burger, lifting a familiar set of lips up to her mouth in anticipation. Willow's pussy was dripping with the Girlmeat Palace's secret sauce, mayo and vinegar, salt and pepper and mustard and paprika all blended together into a wonderful dressing for any freshly cooked cunt. It blended beautifully with the flavor of the girl's arousal. Willow had only had it as it was meant to be eaten (on a pussyburger) once or twice, but each time was sublime. The sauce was dripping from between Willow's meaty lips, lending Buffy's meal an absolutely unmistakable appearance. Buffy looked shocked. Did Buffy recognize whose meat she'd been served? Or had Laura already told her? Or was Buffy just shocked at the lurid, sexy look of her dinner? Willow wasn't sure and it was sending her imagination into overdrive!


Buffy bit in, tearing Willow's cunt apart. The look of almost orgasmic enjoyment was etched clearly on the blonde's face for everyone to see. She was moaning, it was clear even on the video, she was moaning into Willow's freshly cooked cunt as she devoured her best friend's pussy burger. She had to know! She had to know it was Willow she was biting into, Willow she had inadvertently snuffed for this meal! Willow imagined she was cumming; cumming from the taste of her best friend in her lips. This was incredible! It was everything she'd fantasized about, everything she'd hoped for! Goddess! She hoped that Laura had told her!


Willow gasped, thrashing as the beginnings of a climax failed from lack of cunt to carry it; an endless buildup of pleasure with no payoff to end it...


She could see Buffy polishing off her pussy, licking each dainty perfect finger clean of her sauce. Goddess! This was perfect! It was a shame she had to die to give Buffy this experience, but as Willow's vision faded out, she didn't mind at all. She just hoped Buffy was hungry enough to want some more of her...


The End

 No.12847

Hmm, Rosenberger.

 No.12895

a delicious story! kinda love how its unclear if she knows or not. and just how lustfully willow threw herself into getting snuffed and so willingly at the first chance. beatifull as always TVB. love your stories and cant wait for whatever you come up with next

 No.12908

Next? I have a few other iterations of this idea on the table actually, sort of like how I did two versions of the Hinata ramen story. One where it's not a dolcett setting and Willow grinds her pussy up for the burger in sort of secret with Buffy not knowing. And the other going the otherdirection; where Willow ends up being Bufy's waitress and talks her into ordering her.

Actually... why don't i just give you a taste of that now?

_________

Willow Rosenberg had worked at the girlmeat palace for about a week now and every night she'd gone home since she'd applied she'd brought herself to a bed rattling climax. Goddess! The whole idea of the place was sexy! Openly selling girlmeat! Girls willingly volunteering to have their sex cut out and fed to customers! Watching the patrons bite into their fresh cooked pussy burgers! Willow had enough schlicking material for the rest of her life!


Although, with just how turned on she was, Willow wasn't sure just how long the rest of her life would last before she ended up volunteering to go on the menu herself...


Willow was a waitress, she wasn't on the menu automatically like the girls who signed up as Larder meat were, though of course the company didn't mind if she volunteered.


Tonight, business was pretty frantic. A pussy burger was $20 a piece, making it by far the most expensive item on the menu, but tonight was Friday and so they'd managed a pretty brisk trade. She'd watched 5 different larder girls go under the knife since her shift started, not to mention a regular customer who had decided to get her own pussy harvested for her friend to eat. Willow had even gotten to deliver a pussy burger to a distinguished looking businessman herself! It was Annette's, a pretty french girl that had applied for a job in the larder yesterday and who Willow had gotten to harvest herself. The customer had wanted her ground, like an old fashioned beef burger, so Willow had had the pleasure of spreading Annette's pretty thighs and lifting her up onto the grinding cone and holding her steady as the vaguely juicer shaped device ground away at Annette's sex, bringing the french girl to a screaming final orgasm.


Willow had then brought the decunted Annette into the back and hung her up by her wrists to watch the monitors showing the restaurant dining area like she was supposed to before going back and scooping out the ruins of Annette's freshly ground cunt and fashioning them into a patty for the chef to fry up on the griddle.


Goddess, the feel of another girl's ruined twat squishing in her hands like that was so incredibly arousing! Knowing that Annette gave this up so that someone else could eat it was just so... Unnngh! It was all Willow could do to keep from frigging herself right there on the spot!


Of course, that was just the highlight of her night so far but everything about her job was great! The embarrassment of being forced to wear the skimpy fetishized maid uniform whose neckline was really more of a nippleline, and whose skirt wasn't quite long enough to fully conceal her pantiless pussy lips when she was standing perfectly still; the knowledge that the entire restaurant could see her cunt when she bent over to place a dish, and that those same customers were judging her not just as a woman to be fucked, but as meat to be savored... Goddess! It was incredible! The way her nametag bounced when she walked, causing the nipple it was pinned through to bob with each step she took was just the erotic icing on an incredibly sexy cake.


And aside from the fast pace of business tonight wasn't anything special, her job had been just as erotic every single day she'd come to work! Willow was enjoying every minute.


The night marched on with orders for girl-grease fries and nipple chips and the occasional order of girlmeat nuggets, all taken from harvested girls like Annette once they finished watching whoever ordered them eat their pussyburgers while hanging in the back. It seemed like just another incredible night at the girlmeat palace, at least until she walked in the door.


Buffy Summers. Willow's best friend and secret crush! Buffy Summers had entered the doors to the girlmeat palace! Not only that, but she was sitting at one of Willow's tables!


Oh... oh goddess! What was she going to do!? Buffy had no idea she worked here! They'd never even talked about girlmeat before! Much less Willow's dirty little secret fetish! And now she was here! Here! At the Girlmeat Palace! Did she want to order something? Did she want to order her?


No. That was silly! Buffy didn't even know she worked here, how could she want to order her?


But... what if she did know? She was sitting at one of Willow's tables; what if Willow told her!


Goddess! Willow's already heated muff grew even warmer at the thought. It was a stupid plan. If she went through with it she'd end up just like Annette! But somehow, even though she knew she wouldn't survive, Willow wanted nothing more than to watch her best friend's perfect teeth sink into her own freshly cooked cunt.


Her heart racing a mile a minute, Willow sashayed over to Buffy's table, her nametag bouncing sexily on her pierced left nipple with every step she took.


“Hello, welcome to the Girlmeat Palace, can I take your order?” Willow asked as calmly as she could manage, but a nervous flutter tinged her voice despite her best efforts.


Buffy was staring at the menu. Willow didn't blame her, it was pretty pornographic. Completely aside from the lurid pictures of pussyburgers with the Girlmeat Palace's special sauce dripping out from between their lips, there were naked pictures of the girls who had become those burgers, clearly and carnally enjoying themselves using the same cuts of meat placed along the margins of the page. Willow wasn't embarrassed to say that she'd grabbed a take home menu her very first night on the job and it had driven her nightly routine to new heights of imagination and pleasure.


“Yeah can I get a strawberry girl-milkshake and a-! Willow! Is that you?” Buffy cried out, bringing the entire place's attention onto her redheaded friend and the way that she was bending over oh so slightly to take Buffy's order. The question was clearly rhetorical. Even if Buffy didn't recognize her, Willow's name was clearly printed on her Girlmeat Palace nametag, which was visibly hanging beneath her pierced and completely bared left nipple.


Willow blushed at the sudden attention, the eyes of the entire restaurant on her meaty exposed inner lips as her skirt hiked up just enough to make them visible.


“Yeah, it is.” Willow greeted her friend.


“You work at the Girlmeat Palace?” Buffy asked shocked.


“I do,” Willow agreed. “I just started last week. What brings you here tonight?”


“I, uh...” Buffy blushed nervously. “I, uh... I just thought I'd treat myself. I didn't realize anyone I knew would be here.”


Willow grinned a bit. “Oh? Do you come here often then?” she asked, genuinely curious.


“No! This is... It's my first time,” Buffy said, her face flushing a bit at the admission.

"Well then," Wilow began, embarassed, but trying to mask her embarassed arousal with a smile, "do you know what we sell here?"

Buffy flushed deeper. She certainly hadn't expected to encounter anyone she knew here, much less Willow. It was super awkward! But... it was also kinda sexy, talking about what she came here to do. Like sharing a kinky fantasy with someone who shared it, which... since Willow actually worked here, was pretty much exactly what was happening.

"I... yeah," Buffy confessed. "I do." She paused. "You serve girl meat."

Willow nodded, her own cheeks flushing a bit from embarassed arousal as she sidled into the booth across from Buffy and leaned forward, her low cut uniform cupping her breasts just below her nipples, and baring them for Buffy's enjoyment. Willow could see the way that Buffy's eyes were drawn to her nametag, which was hanging below a pin through her left nipple, swaying gently back and forth. Willow loved the sensation, the feeling of metal turning inside her, the almost negligible pull of the nametag when she walked...

"Yeah," Willow agreed, "We serve girlmeat. And..." Willow hesitated, but pushed ahead going forward with her plan, "do you know where we get that girlmeat?" Willow asked.

"Um... Girls?" Buffy asked, distracted by her best friend's extremely low-cut uniform. "I don't uh... really know much more?"

"Well, you're not wrong," Willow teased. "All of our burgers are fresh, 100% girlmeat taken from volunteers when you order them."

"Volunteers?" Buffy repeated, uncertainly. "You mean girls just volunteer to be..?"

"Yeah," Willow agreed. "We can't exactly take it from unwilling girls, that would be wrong," Willow explained, an idle fantasy about what it would be like if they did just that bringing a red tinge to her cheeks.

"And you just..." Buffy trailed off.

"Snuff them," Willow nodded, her blush back in full force. "Goddess! Buffy, I have snuffed so many girls this week!"

"You liked it?" Buffy asked, eager to know the answer.

"Yeah," Willow admitted, embarassed. "You have no idea how sexy it is, seeing a girl cook, and carving out her... you know."

Buffy laughed. "Seriously Willow? You've been working here for a week and you still can't say the word? I can't believe you managed to wear that uniform without combusting!"

Willow looked aside, blushing at Buffy's gentle teasing. "Buffy!" She chided, embarassed.

Buffy tried to stifle her laughter with her hand, but it still took a few seconds.

"Sorry!" She apologized. "I just... I can't believe you're the same Willow that decided to throw a sheet over her Halloween Costume because it was too racy back in high school!"

"I... The uniform is super embarassing," Willow admitted. "We aren't allowed to wear panties with it, and the skirt is short enough that everyone can see my..." Willow trailed off. "But! That's... kinda why I like it," the redhead confessed.

"Oh, wow!" Buffy responded. "I guess we're both getting our kink on today? I'm ordering girlmeat and you're going commando!"

"Not to mention snuffing girls," Willow agreed. "There was this gorgeous French girl earlier who I got to prepare... seeing her get decunted... Buffy, It was incredible!"

"Oh man..." Buffy empathized. "I wish I could snuff a girl like that..."

Willow's eyes widened as she saw an opening. "Buffy, do you want to know why they tell us not to wear panties?" She asked playfully, with the air of someone sharing a fun secret.

"Isn't it a sex thing?" Buffy asked, pretty certain of her answer, but equally sure that Willow was about to prove her wrong.

"Yes, I mean, that's part of it, but... that's not everything," Willow confessed.

"So, why commando then?" Buffy asked confused.

Willow blushed. "Well... It's to show off our meat. Sometimes a customer wants to see or even feel what they're getting before they order," Willow admitted.

"But, aren't you just a waitress?" Buffy asked. "You're not on the menu, are you?"

"Not... normally..." Willow confessed. "But! Sometimes a customer is really sexy, or a good friend, and we can volunteer whenever we like!" Willow quickly babbled out. "It's super sexy! There's this special pair of underwear and we get to cook at the table and then the customer gets to carve the burger out of us themselves!"

Buffy's eyes were thrown wide open in surprise, "Wow! That does sound really sexy!" The blonde admitted jealously.

"Do you want to try it?" Willow asked suddenly.

"What?" Buffy asked confused.

"Ordering me," Willow explained, unable to meet Buffy's eyes.

Buffy was shocked. Willow was offering... she was offering to let her snuff her! "You can't be serious!" The blonde exclaimed, a part of her, a larger part than she expected hoping that her friend was exactly that.

"I- I am." Willow affirmed. "If you want to try snuffing a girl, seeing her cook in front of you, carving out her... her cunt for your burger! You can order me," Willow affirmed. "I don't mind. I'll even pay for your meal."

Buffy was shocked. "You want me to snuff you!?" She asked, a rush of conflicting emotions filling her voice.

Willow flushed crimson, "I- I mean-" she stumbled, trying to collect her thoughts. "I got a job here because the whole idea of this place was so incredibly sexy," the redhead confessed. "Turning other girls from vibrant young women into sexy little pussyburgers is... it was... Goddess, Buffy! You have no idea how hot it is! I want to try out the other side and... I want you to snuff me, to watch as my pussy cooks for you, to cut it out of me. I want to watch as you bite into my privates, as the sauce drips down your face, I want you to enjoy me. I want to watch you enjoy me!" Willow admitted in practically one breath.

Buffy was stunned. She'd never even guessed her best friend felt this way! It was shocking, but also... really hot...

Buffy had come to the Girlmeat Palace for a reason. She'd wanted a burger, she'd wanted to treat herself, even knowing that a girl would have to be snuffed to make it for her- No, maybe especially knowing a girl would have to be snuffed to make it for her. The idea of some faceless random girl giving up her life just to provide Buffy with a meal was part of the fantasy, and giving that girl Willow's face? Getting to see her cook, to carve her prize out of her best friend? That just made the fantasy even hotter...

Buffy was curious, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do, but she needed to know more. "So, say I do order you..." Buffy hesitated. "How would that-? What would happen?" The blonde wondered with a sort of eager uncertainty.

"Well... first... you'd inspect the meat," Willow drawled getting up from her seat and walking over to the other side of the table where Buffy was seated, her nametag bouncing on her nipple eagerly the entire way.

Buffy looked up at the redhead. Seated like this, her eye level was just about at Willow's waist, giving her a perfect front row seat when her best friend reached down and lifted up her skirt.

She'd shaved. That was the first thing Buffy noticed. Her friend had never been that hairy back in the locker rooms in high school whenever Buffy snuck a curious peek, but now she was completely bare, her pussy on display for the entire world to see: which, Buffy realized, was probably the point.

The second thing Buffy noticed was just how meaty Willow's pussy really was. Buffy had watched porn before, who hadn't? Willow's pussy looked nothing like the perfectly sculpted pussies in porn, it was... It was almost a cameltoe, but with a pair of thick meaty lips poking out between her outer labia. Those lips drew Buffy's eye; they were glistening with the redhead's obvious arousal and they were much thicker in the front of her friend's muff, near her clit, than in the back where they tapered down to almost porn star-esque thinness.

"You can touch..." Willow offered. "If you want to."

Buffy wanted to. Her fingers lifted of their own regard, dropping the menu on the table without a thought on their way to her best friend's bared sex.

"Ah!" Willow moaned in shock as Buffy's fingers lightly stroked her lower lips, playing with them like a delicate toy that might break with too much pressure. "Harder," the pleaded.

Buffy, not wanting to waste this chance or to disappoint her friend, wordlessly agreed, pressing her fingers against the hot entrance to the redhead's sex.


"Nnnnggg!" Willow groaned as she felt her friend's fingersslip inside her damp folds in full view if the restaurant. This wasn't this first time she'd been felt up this way, but it was the first time she was encouraging it, it was the first time by a girl she liked, the first time she was planning to let the customer take it all the way, the first time she planned to snuff it.

"Wow! Willow, you're really turned on by this, aren't you?" Buffy asked, marvelling at just how wet her friend really was.

"You, ungh! Have no... idea!" Willow panted through Buffy's eager ministrations. She could feel her friend's nails pressing lightly into her inner walls, teasing, but not painful, as Buffy continued her explorations. Willow was keenly aware of the early dinner crowd staring at her as Buffy finger-fucked her, but for Buffyit seemed like the world had narrowed to just her, and her potential meal.

"Am I... to your liking?" Willow teased, moaning with curiousity as her best friend continued her attempt to map every inch of her sex with her very dextrous fingers.

"What?" Buffy blinked, startled out of her exploration.

"For your burger," Willow grinned teasingly, an almost crimson flush revealing just how embarassed and turned on she was feeling despite her tone. "Am I to your liking?"

She was, Buffy had to admit. She was perfect, and the thought of sinking her teeth into Willow's meaty little cunt was so tantalizing! But Buffy still wasn't sure if she was ready to do this,to order her and snuff her best friend.

Buffy's uncertainty must have shown in her eyes, because instead of taking her silence as a no, Willow hopped up on the table in front of her friend. Spreading her legs to either side of Buffy's slender body, Willow reached down and spread her pussy for Buffy's inspection.

It was glistening and pink, despite the darker color of the folds surrounding it. Soft, inviting, she'd never seen a girl like this before, not for real, not up close. Buffy was enthralled.

"How about a taste to help you make up your mind?" Willow offered, blushing. This wasn't how things were done. Customers asked, waitresses refused... or didn't. They didn't seduce friends into eating them. They didn't offer sneak peeks as to taste!

Buffy leaned in. There was a sort of dreamlike quality to today, like a fantasy where anything was possible. Buffy knew she wasn't dreaming, but that only made her want to try it more.

Willow groaned as Buffy kissed her meaty lower lips, gently sucking on one as her tongue darted out, probing its way to Willow's clit. Even counting the past week Willow had never been so aroused in her life before. She wanted, no she needed Buffy to order her! To snuff her! Anything less and Willow knew she would never be satisfied.

Willow's sex was dripping wet, Buffy thought to herself as she lapped gently at her friend's nectar. She clearly wanted this, Willow had never been this forward in her life. And... she tasted wonderful, even uncooked. God! Was she really thinking of doing this? Was she really thinking of snuffing her best friend?

Buffy's brain, disconnected from the actions of her mouth, began to fantasize. What would it be like to snuff another girl? To snuff Willow? To watch her cook, to carve out her cunt, to sink her teeth into her friend's dripping twat as Willow fades away? Fuck! Even the thought of it was erotic! She had to do it, didn't she? She wanted it, Willow wanted it. It was what she was here for wasn't she? To get a girl snuffed for her dinner? It didn't matter that it was Willow did it? No, it did matter. But it only made the whole thing hotter!

Willow moaned, rousing Buffy from her thoughts. The redhead was clearly enjoying the way Buffy's tongue was working on autopilot to please her, even as Buffy herself came to the final decision on her best friend's fate.

"I'll do it," Buffy agreed. "I'll order you."

 No.12919

I like that version even more!

 No.12935

simply stupendous alternate version.... i do especially love that in both versions willow is paying for the meal herself too, so eager that she's even buying her own death. makes it extra hot, i feel.

 No.15287

Okay, in honor of the new site I'm posting the final definitive version of this story. What makes it Definitive? there's a sequel in the works starring Dawn.

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Willow at the Girlmeat Palace: Version 3=
Tags: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, F/F, Exhibitionism, Cannibalism, decunting, toys, cooking, voyeurism, Platonic, burgers, snuff

Willow Rosenberg had worked at the Girlmeat Palace for about a week now and every night she'd gone home since she'd applied she'd brought herself to a bed rattling climax. Goddess! The whole idea of the place was sexy! Openly selling girlmeat! Girls willingly volunteering to have their sex cut out and fed to customers! Watching the patrons bite into their fresh cooked pussy burgers! Willow had enough schlicking material for the rest of her life!

Although, with just how turned on she was, Willow wasn't sure just how long the rest of her life would last before she ended up volunteering to go on the menu herself…

Willow was a waitress, she wasn't on the menu automatically like the girls who signed up as larder meat were, though of course the company didn't mind if she volunteered.

Tonight, business was pretty frantic. A pussy burger was $20 a piece, making it by far the most expensive item on the menu, but tonight was Friday and so they'd managed a pretty brisk trade. She'd watched 5 different larder girls go under the knife since her shift started, not to mention a regular customer who had decided to get her own pussy harvested for her friend to eat. Willow had even gotten to deliver a pussy burger to a distinguished looking businessman herself! It was Annette's, a pretty french girl that had applied for a job in the larder yesterday and who Willow had gotten to harvest herself. The customer had wanted her ground, like an old fashioned beef burger, so Willow had had the pleasure of spreading Annette's pretty thighs and lifting her up onto the grinding cone and holding her steady as the vaguely juicer shaped device ground away at Annette's sex, bringing the french girl to a screaming final orgasm.

Willow had then brought the decunted Annette into the back and hung her up by her wrists to watch the monitors showing the restaurant dining area like she was supposed to before going back and scooping out the ruins of Annette's freshly ground cunt and fashioning them into a patty for the chef to fry up on the griddle.

Goddess, the feel of another girl's ruined twat squishing in her hands like that was so incredibly arousing! Knowing that Annette gave this up so that someone else could eat it was just so… Unnngh! It was all Willow could do to keep from frigging herself right there on the spot!

Of course, that was just the highlight of her night so far but everything about her job was great! The embarrassment of being forced to wear the skimpy fetishized maid uniform whose neckline was really more of a nippleline, and whose skirt wasn't quite long enough to fully conceal her pantiless pussy lips when she was standing perfectly still; the knowledge that the entire restaurant could see her cunt when she bent over to place a dish, and that those same customers were judging her not just as a woman to be fucked, but as meat to be savored… Goddess! It was incredible! The way her name-tag bounced when she walked, causing the nipple it was pinned through to bob with each step she took was just the erotic icing on an incredibly sexy cake.

And aside from the fast pace of business tonight wasn't anything special, her job had been just as erotic every single day she'd come to work! Willow was enjoying every minute.

The night marched on with orders for girl-grease fries and nipple chips and the occasional order of girlmeat nuggets, all taken from harvested girls like Annette once they finished watching whoever ordered them eat their pussyburgers while hanging in the back. It seemed like just another incredible night at the girlmeat palace, at least until she walked in the door.

Buffy Summers. Willow's best friend and secret crush! Buffy Summers had entered the doors to the girlmeat palace! Not only that, but she was sitting at one of Willow's tables!

Oh… oh goddess! What was she going to do!? Buffy had no idea she worked here! They'd never even talked about girlmeat before! Much less Willow's dirty little secret fetish! And now she was here! Here! At the Girlmeat Palace! Did she want to order something? Did she want to order her?

No. That was silly! Buffy didn't even know she worked here, how could she want to order her?

But… what if she did know? She was sitting at one of Willow's tables; what if Willow told her!

Goddess! Willow's already heated muff grew even warmer at the thought. It was a stupid plan. If she went through with it she'd end up just like Annette! But somehow, even though she knew she wouldn't survive, Willow wanted nothing more than to watch her best friend's perfect teeth sink into her own freshly cooked cunt.

Her heart racing a mile a minute, Willow sashayed over to Buffy's table, her name tag bouncing sexily on her pierced left nipple with every step she took.

“Hello, welcome to the Girlmeat Palace, can I take your order?” Willow asked as calmly as she could manage, but a nervous flutter tinged her voice despite her best efforts.

Buffy was staring at the menu. Willow didn't blame her, it was pretty pornographic. Completely aside from the lurid pictures of pussyburgers with the Girlmeat Palace's special sauce dripping out from between their lips, there were naked pictures of the girls who had become those burgers, clearly and carnally enjoying themselves using the same cuts of meat placed along the margins of the page. Willow wasn't embarrassed to say that she'd grabbed a take home menu her very first night on the job and it had driven her nightly routine to new heights of imagination and pleasure.


“Yeah can I get a strawberry girl-milkshake and a-! Willow! Is that you?” Buffy cried out, bringing the entire place's attention onto her redheaded friend and the way that she was bending over oh so slightly to take Buffy's order. The question was clearly rhetorical. Even if Buffy didn't recognize her, Willow's name was clearly printed on her Girlmeat Palace name-tag, which was visibly hanging beneath her pierced and completely bared left nipple.


Willow blushed at the sudden attention, the eyes of the entire restaurant on her meaty exposed inner lips as her skirt hiked up just enough to make them visible.


“Yeah, it is.” Willow greeted her friend.


“You work at the Girlmeat Palace?” Buffy asked shocked.


“I do,” Willow agreed. “I just started last week. What brings you here tonight?”


“I, uh…” Buffy blushed nervously. “I, uh… I just thought I'd treat myself. I didn't realize anyone I knew would be here.”


Willow grinned a bit. “Oh? Do you come here often then?” she asked, genuinely curious.


“No! This is… It's my first time,” Buffy said, her face flushing a bit at the admission.

"Well then," Willow began, embarrassed, but trying to mask her embarrassed arousal with a smile, "do you know what we sell here?"

Buffy flushed deeper. She certainly hadn't expected to encounter anyone she knew here, much less Willow. It was super awkward! But… it was also kinda sexy, talking about what she came here to do. Like sharing a kinky fantasy with someone who shared it, which… since Willow actually worked here, was pretty much exactly what was happening.

"I… yeah," Buffy confessed. "I do." She paused. "You serve girl meat."

Willow nodded, her own cheeks flushing a bit from embarrassed arousal as she sidled into the booth across from Buffy and leaned forward, her low cut uniform cupping her breasts just below her nipples, and baring them for Buffy's enjoyment. Willow could see the way that Buffy's eyes were drawn to her name-tag, which was hanging below a pin through her left nipple, swaying gently back and forth. Willow loved the sensation, the feeling of metal turning inside her, the almost negligible pull of the name-tag when she walked…

"Yeah," Willow agreed, "We serve girlmeat. And…" Willow hesitated, but pushed ahead going forward with her plan, "do you know where we get that girlmeat?" Willow asked.

"Um… Girls?" Buffy asked, distracted by her best friend's extremely low-cut uniform. "I don't uh… really know much more?"

"Well, you're not wrong," Willow teased. "All of our burgers are fresh, 100% girlmeat taken from volunteers when you order them."

"Volunteers?" Buffy repeated, uncertainly. "You mean girls just volunteer to be..?"

"Yeah," Willow agreed. "We can't exactly take it from unwilling girls, that would be wrong," Willow explained, an idle fantasy about what it would be like if they did just that bringing a red tinge to her cheeks.

"And you just…" Buffy trailed off.

"Snuff them," Willow nodded, her blush back in full force. "Goddess! Buffy, I have snuffed so many girls this week!"

"You liked it?" Buffy asked, eager to know the answer.

"Yeah," Willow admitted, embarrassed. "You have no idea how sexy it is, seeing a girl cook, and carving out her… you know."

Buffy laughed. "Seriously Willow? You've been working here for a week and you still can't say the word? I can't believe you managed to wear that uniform without combusting!"

Willow looked aside, blushing at Buffy's gentle teasing. "Buffy!" She chided, embarrassed.

Buffy tried to stifle her laughter with her hand, but it still took a few seconds.

"Sorry!" She apologized. "I just… I can't believe you're the same Willow that decided to throw a sheet over her Halloween Costume because it was too racy back in high school!"

"I… The uniform is super embarrassing," Willow admitted. "We aren't allowed to wear panties with it, and the skirt is short enough that everyone can see my…" Willow trailed off. "But! That's… kinda why I like it," the redhead confessed.

"Oh, wow!" Buffy responded. "I guess we're both getting our kink on today? I'm ordering girlmeat and you're going commando!"

"Not to mention snuffing girls," Willow agreed. "There was this gorgeous French girl earlier who I got to prepare… seeing her get decunted… Buffy, It was incredible!"

"Oh man…" Buffy empathized. "I wish I could snuff a girl like that…"

Willow's eyes widened as she saw an opening. "Buffy, do you want to know why they tell us not to wear panties?" She asked playfully, with the air of someone sharing a fun secret.

"Isn't it a sex thing?" Buffy asked, pretty certain of her answer, but equally sure that Willow was about to prove her wrong.

"Yes, I mean, that's part of it, but… that's not everything," Willow confessed.

"So, why commando then?" Buffy asked confused.

Willow blushed. "Well… It's to show off our meat. Sometimes a customer wants to see or even feel what they're getting before they order," Willow admitted.

"But, aren't you just a waitress?" Buffy asked. "You're not on the menu, are you?"

"Not… normally…" Willow confessed. "But! Sometimes a customer is really sexy, or a good friend, and we can volunteer whenever we like!" Willow quickly babbled out. "It's super sexy! There's this special pair of underwear and we get to cook at the table and then the customer gets to carve the burger out of us themselves!"

Buffy's eyes were thrown wide open in surprise, "Wow! That does sound really sexy!" The blonde admitted jealously.

"Do you want to try it?" Willow asked suddenly.

"What?" Buffy asked confused.

"Ordering me," Willow explained, unable to meet Buffy's eyes.

Buffy was shocked. Willow was offering… she was offering to let her snuff her! "You can't be serious!" The blonde exclaimed, a part of her, a larger part than she expected hoping that her friend was exactly that.

"I- I am." Willow affirmed. "If you want to try snuffing a girl, seeing her cook in front of you, carving out her… her cunt for your burger! You can order me," Willow affirmed. "I don't mind. I'll even pay for your meal."

Buffy was shocked. "You want me to snuff you!?" She asked, a rush of conflicting emotions filling her voice.

Willow flushed crimson, "I- I mean-" she stumbled, trying to collect her thoughts. "I got a job here because the whole idea of this place was so incredibly sexy," the redhead confessed. "Turning other girls from vibrant young women into sexy little pussyburgers is… it was… Goddess, Buffy! You have no idea how hot it is! I want to try out the other side and… I want you to snuff me, to watch as my pussy cooks for you, to cut it out of me. I want to watch as you bite into my privates, as the sauce drips down your face, I want you to enjoy me. I want to watch you enjoy me!" Willow admitted in practically one breath.

Buffy was stunned. She'd never even guessed her best friend felt this way! It was shocking, but also… really hot…

Buffy had come to the Girlmeat Palace for a reason. She'd wanted a burger, she'd wanted to treat herself, even knowing that a girl would have to be snuffed to make it for her- No, maybe especially knowing a girl would have to be snuffed to make it for her. The idea of some faceless random girl giving up her life just to provide Buffy with a meal was part of the fantasy, and giving that girl Willow's face? Getting to see her cook, to carve her prize out of her best friend? That just made the fantasy even hotter…

Buffy was curious, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do, but she needed to know more. "So, say I do order you…" Buffy hesitated. "How would that-? What would happen?" The blonde wondered with a sort of eager uncertainty.

"Well… first… you'd inspect the meat," Willow drawled getting up from her seat and walking over to the other side of the table where Buffy was seated, her name-tag bouncing on her nipple eagerly the entire way.

Buffy looked up at the redhead. Seated like this, her eye level was just about at Willow's waist, giving her a perfect front row seat when her best friend reached down and lifted up her skirt.

She'd shaved. That was the first thing Buffy noticed. Her friend had never been that hairy back in the locker rooms in high school whenever Buffy snuck a curious peek, but now she was completely bare, her pussy on display for the entire world to see: which, Buffy realized, was probably the point.

The second thing Buffy noticed was just how meaty Willow's pussy really was. Buffy had watched porn before, who hadn't? Willow's pussy looked nothing like the perfectly sculpted pussies in porn, it was… It was almost a camel toe, but with a pair of thick meaty lips poking out between her outer labia. Those lips drew Buffy's eye; they were glistening with the redhead's obvious arousal and they were much thicker in the front of her friend's muff, near her clit, than in the back where they tapered down to almost porn star-esque thinness.

"You can touch…" Willow offered. "If you want to."

Buffy wanted to. Her fingers lifted of their own regard, dropping the menu on the table without a thought on their way to her best friend's bared sex.

"Ah!" Willow moaned in shock as Buffy's fingers lightly stroked her lower lips, playing with them like a delicate toy that might break with too much pressure. "Harder," the pleaded.

Buffy, not wanting to waste this chance or to disappoint her friend, wordlessly agreed, pressing her fingers against the hot entrance to the redhead's sex.


"Nnnnggg!" Willow groaned as she felt her friend's fingers slip inside her damp folds in full view if the restaurant. This wasn't this first time she'd been felt up this way, but it was the first time she was encouraging it, it was the first time by a girl she liked, the first time she was planning to let the customer take it all the way, the first time she planned to snuff it.

"Wow! Willow, you're really turned on by this, aren't you?" Buffy asked, marveling at just how wet her friend really was.

"You, ungh! Have no… idea!" Willow panted through Buffy's eager ministrations. She could feel her friend's nails pressing lightly into her inner walls, teasing, but not painful, as Buffy continued her explorations. Willow was keenly aware of the early dinner crowd staring at her as Buffy finger-fucked her, but for Buffy it seemed like the world had narrowed to just her, and her potential meal.

"Am I… to your liking?" Willow teased, moaning with curiosity as her best friend continued her attempt to map every inch of her sex with her very dexterous fingers.

"What?" Buffy blinked, startled out of her exploration.

"For your burger," Willow grinned teasingly, an almost crimson flush revealing just how embarrassed and turned on she was feeling despite her tone. "Am I to your liking?"

She was, Buffy had to admit. She was perfect, and the thought of sinking her teeth into Willow's meaty little cunt was so tantalizing! But Buffy still wasn't sure if she was ready to do this,to order her and snuff her best friend.

Buffy's uncertainty must have shown in her eyes, because instead of taking her silence as a no, Willow hopped up on the table in front of her friend. Spreading her legs to either side of Buffy's slender body, Willow reached down and spread her pussy for Buffy's inspection.

It was glistening and pink, despite the darker color of the folds surrounding it. Soft, inviting, she'd never seen a girl like this before, not for real, not up close. Buffy was enthralled.

"How about a taste to help you make up your mind?" Willow offered, blushing. This wasn't how things were done. Customers asked, waitresses refused… or didn't. They didn't seduce friends into eating them. They didn't offer sneak peeks as to taste!

Buffy leaned in. There was a sort of dreamlike quality to today, like a fantasy where anything was possible. Buffy knew she wasn't dreaming, but that only made her want to try it more.

Willow groaned as Buffy kissed her meaty lower lips, gently sucking on one as her tongue darted out, probing its way to Willow's clit. Even counting the past week Willow had never been so aroused in her life before. She wanted, no she needed Buffy to order her! To snuff her! Anything less and Willow knew she would never be satisfied.

Willow's sex was dripping wet, Buffy thought to herself as she lapped gently at her friend's nectar. She clearly wanted this, Willow had never been this forward in her life. And… she tasted wonderful, even uncooked. God! Was she really thinking of doing this? Was she really thinking of snuffing her best friend?

Buffy's brain, disconnected from the actions of her mouth, began to fantasize. What would it be like to snuff another girl? To snuff Willow? To watch her cook, to carve out her cunt, to sink her teeth into her friend's dripping twat as Willow fades away? Fuck! Even the thought of it was erotic! She had to do it, didn't she? She wanted it, Willow wanted it. It was what she was here for wasn't she? To get a girl snuffed for her dinner? It didn't matter that it was Willow did it? No, it did matter. But it only made the whole thing hotter!

Willow moaned, rousing Buffy from her thoughts. The redhead was clearly enjoying the way Buffy's tongue was working on autopilot to please her, even as Buffy herself came to the final decision on her best friend's fate.

"I'll do it," Buffy agreed. "I'll order you."

"YES!" Willow shouted in response, sounding every bit like a girl having an incredible orgasm. Her eyes widened as everyone in the place turned to look at her, flushing crimson and almost shrinking in on herself in embarrassment, a reaction helped not at all by her uniform and her position atop Buffy's table.

Buffy grinned, not letting the opportunity to tease her best friend get away from her. "Nothing to see here," Buffy reassured them. "My waitress is just happy I'm having her pussyburger for dinner," The blonde finished with a festive grin.

Willow squeaked in adorable embarrassment, but recovered after a few seconds when everyone looked away.

"So… How so we do this?" Buffy asked. "Do I follow you into the kitchen?"

Willow shook her head, amused. "Weren't you listening earlier? We have a device that can cook me right in front of you, you don't need to move an inch. I just need to go into the kitchen and get it," Willow paused, "and the rest of your order. You still want the girl-grease fries and a strawberry girl-milk shake? You can get something else too if you want," Willow offered with a shy grin. "My treat."

Buffy looked up, shocked for a second. Willow was going to be paying for her meal? That meant she was basically paying for Buffy to snuff her! But, it kind of made sense, didn't it? Willow was her friend. It made sense that she'd want to treat Buffy on her first time visiting her at work. And, it's not like Willow would be able to use the money once Buffy finished her dinner…

Buffy glanced at the menu, the lurid pornographic pictures eagerly enticing her to try new things; pictures of sexy girls covered in flour and wet batter tempted her to get some girlmeat nuggets made from their thighs, a girl whose tits were liberally covered in melted cheese relaxed in a giant bowl of chili, a girl with a cute pair of fake rabbit ears and an equally fake snout sat next to the listing for girlmeat Ceasar salad. It was all so… tempting.

"What do you suggest?" Buffy asked.

"Well, aside from the burgers, everything else is a little less fresh. It's all made from yesterday's meat girls. None of it's bad! I really like the chili, actually, but maybe ignore the salad and the nuggets?"

Buffy nodded. She trusted her friend's word. "Wait-?" Buffy interrupted her own train of thought. "Does that mean that you're going into tomorrow's chili?" She asked.

"Me and at least half a dozen other girls," Willow smiled naughtily. "The nuggets and the salad too," she added.

Buffy furrowed her brow. "In that case, I want… the strawberry shake, the girl-grease fries, a bowl of chili, and… a Willow-burger," Buffy grinned, "fresh."

The playful tone that Buffy placed her order with did nothing to stop the delightful shiver from creeping up Willow's spine as he heard it. She was meat now. Still alive, still raw, but meat nonetheless. A customer had ordered her and she'd volunteered; she wouldn't be finishing out her shift.

Willow practically pranced into the kitchen, unable to contain her enthusiasm, her name-tag smacking softly against her breast with every step. She wouldn't be needing that any more, Willow realized, but she decided to leave it on anyway. Maybe Buffy would want to play with it? To twist her nipple using the thin band of steel pierced through it? Willow wasn't sure, but she kind of hoped that Buffy would.

It wasn't hard to pick up Buffy's order. The Fries took less than a minute to cook in the bubbling blended oil rendered down from the fatty tits of dozens of girls. The shake just required adding strawberry ice cream into some of the day's girl milk, taken by hooking the day's larder up to the milking machines before they were used for burgers; Willow really enjoyed them, though she wasn't actually sure if using girl milk did anything to improve the taste beyond a regular milkshake. The chili Willow just scooped out of a simmering stew pot and into a paper bowl. She took the liberty of grabbing two spoons, and the, after thinking about it, realized that she had enough to get another order of fries, another Bowl of Chili and another Girlmilkshake, Vanilla this time, to eat with Buffy while she cooked.

Willow grabbed a burger bun, and put a lettuce leaf and a big slice of tomato on it, she grabbed a squirt-bottle of the Girlmeat Palace's special burger sauce, and with her tray almost fully loaded, Willow stepped over to the charging station and grabbed the most important parts of Buffy's order, a dildo to cook her burger, and a knife to cut it out with.

With her tray nearly overloaded, Willow walked over to the counter and rung everything up, paying with money taken from the purse she left in the cubby beneath the register. The whole order came to almost fifty dollars, but Willow paid it off without any regrets. After all, this was going to be her last meal… in a number of senses.

The redhead sauntered over to Buffy's table carefully carrying the tray. With one easy practiced motion, Willow set the tray down in front of her best friend.

"Two sets of fries?" Buffy scrunched her nose in confusion. "And shakes and chili too? Willow, there's no way I can eat all of this!"

"You won't have to," Willow smiled. "It'll take a while to finish cooking your Willow-burger," she admitted with a blatantly erotic shiver. "I figured I could grab a bite to eat with you," the redheaded waitress offered. "A last meal before my last meal," Willow joked.

Buffy shook her head in exasperation, well used to Willow's jokes by now.

Willow pushed the food off to the side and picked the instrument of her demise off the tray.

There were two types of cooking dildos at the Girlmeat Palace. The first type was sturdy, a bank of three machines plugged into the wall in the kitchen area that resembled nothing so much as gleaming steel sybians with dildos attached. These were the mainstay of the kitchen; they could turn a user from a girl to a burger in about three minutes, vibrating the entire time to keep the girl's prime cut as tender as possible. they were also very heavy, and solidly bolted into the floor and braced against the wall besides. Those machines were the very antithesis of 'portable'.

That's why the second type of cooking dildo, the type Willow had grabbed back in the kitchen, existed. This type was portable, developed to let waitresses cook themselves in front of their customers, giving an incredible show to the rest of the restaurant at the same time. Willow suspected that the free publicity that the sight of a waitress cooking her own privates brought about was a big part of what kept drawing in girls to volunteer for larder duty.


The dildo Willow held in her hand ran off batteries and came as part of a set of panties that were really just a waistband with three thin strips of wire which connected to the self-heating phallus buried in the user's cunt, mimicking a thong but without a panel in the front meant to conceal the girl's privates. Really the term 'cooking panties' was misleading, it was just a long dome-topped heating rod and a set of straps to keep it in place.

Willow showed it off to Buffy.

"That's what's going to cook you?" Buffy asked, a tinge of fascination heavy in her voice.

"Yeah…" Willow swallowed nervously. This really was it, the redhead realized, this heavy piece of rounded metal in her hand was going to kill her. A normal girl would be running away, not delivering herself on a platter! Goddess! Why was she so turned on!?

"And… you just put that on?" Buffy asked, her attention rapt on the device.

"I can strip first," Willow admitted, blushing. "If you want me to…"

Buffy looked Willow over hungrily, "Honestly? Your uniform is kind of sexy… could you keep it on?" she requested.

Willow blushed awkwardly as she realized that her best friend, the girl she'd had a crush on since pretty much the start of high school, thought she was sexy, or at least, she thought her clothes were. Willow nodded, heat tinging her cheeks as she began to put the device in her hands to use.

The cooking dildo was surprisingly easy to operate. It activated with pressure and ran until it sensed that whatever it was cooking had hit the right temperature for a long enough time. There were no knobs or buttons, no diodes or lights, just the shaft, and the straps to hold it up.

Willow stepped into the straps like she was putting on a pair of panties; a thong, really. She braced herself and pulled the straps up until she could feel the metal head of the cooking rod pressing against her lower lips.

Willow froze, the sudden shock of what she was doing getting to her.

Buffy however took the redhead's hesitation as an invitation. "Can I?" She asked, reaching toward Willow's uncovered cunt with her hand to make her intentions clear.

Willow nodded nervously, stepping closer to Buffy in a sort of eager surrender.

"Use the sauce," she coached, picking up a squirt-bottle from the tray of food and handing it to Buffy. "It'll add some flavor, and it doubles as a lube."

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"Use the sauce," she coached, picking up a squirt-bottle from the tray of food and handing it to Buffy. "It'll add some flavor, and it doubles as a lube."


The slender, lightly calloused fingers of Buffy's left hand spread her best friend's muff as her right guided the nozzle of the bottle into the depth's of Willow's treasure. Buffy squeezed the bottle, sending a stream of tangy lukewarm sauce jetting up into the redhead's cunt, and dropping Willow's jaw in shock.

"That should be enough, right?" Buffy asked.

Willow's slit was tingling like a limb that had fallen asleep as the sauce reacted with her own arousal, pins and needles spreading through her sex as the sauce began to tenderize her meat for Buffy's dinner. Willow gasped for air, she could barely manage a nod and still stay standing, but that was enough for Buffy who, still spreading the redhead's meaty lower lips with her left hand, drove the metal dildo home with her right.

Willow's peach was soaked with arousal, enough that the sauce that Buffy had just deployed in her friend's twat was hardly needed to lubricate the way. The rod slid home, the head resting gently against the barrier of Willow's cervix like they were made for each other. Willow tightened the wires of the thong and secured it in place. Now all that was left for her to do was cook.

With the instrument of her demise fully nested inside her flower, Willow climbed up onto the table once more.

Buffy couldn't stop herself from staring as her friend pushed up and crawled over to her, sliding her legs out from under her until she sat across from Buffy with her knees spread, her meaty cunt visibly encircling the metal base of the rod inside her.

"Now we just wait?" Buffy asked, her eyes drawn to the shiny circle of metal poking out from between Willow's thick lower lips.

"We eat," Willow corrected. "We ordered the chili and fries, and they're not even half as good cold," Willow admitted, carefully opening her chili and placing it and the rest of her stuff on the outside of her thigh so as not to block Buffy's view and passing the rest of the food to Buffy, fries first. "Try one, they're delicious!" She added perkily.

Buffy took her advice and tried a fry. Her jaw dropped a bit. These were incredible! Warm and delicious with just enough crispiness and the perfect amount of salt! "MmmmMMM!" Buffy groaned into her food. "That's great! How do you do that!?" Buffy demanded.

Willow grinned. "It's right there in the name," she disclosed. "They're called girl-grease fries because that's what we fry them in." Willow paused to bite into a fry of her own. "They're deep fried in girl grease," the redhead continued. "Breasts in general are pretty inedible," she added, pinching her right nipple, the one without the name tag pierced through it, and pulling on it to lift her pale white breast for Buffy's inspection. "They're just mounds of fat with a little bit of muscle, thrown in here and there. But, we can use that fat for a lot of stuff, like greasing pans, and making girl-grease fries! That's what gives them that taste!" Willow explained. "We don't even need to add any extra salt, it's all right there in the oil."

"You really like them, huh?" Buffy asked noting the way Willow's eyes lit up as she explained how the fries were made.

"I love everything here," Willow admitted softly. "Everything on the menu is just so amazingly sexy!" She confided, feeling the rod beginning to heat up inside her.

"Is that what made you want to work here?" Buffy asked, curious about what exactly had led her friend to this moment.

"I… guess I never told you that story?" Willow admitted, blushing. She grabbed another fry to munch on as she talked. "This place has been here for over a year, but I didn't stop by until like, a month ago," Willow explained. "The only thing I really knew about this place was that it served girlmeat and fast food, and I didn't think people should eat either."

Buffy laughed. "I think I remember you calling the food chauvinist pig slop last year when it opened?"

Willow blushed, "I… really didn't know any better then. At least, not until a girl from my Wicca group asked me out on a date."

Buffy's eyes grew wide. "You went on a date and you didn't tell me!"

Willow looked away embarrassed. "I… didn't really realize it was a date till I got here?" She explained. "I thought she just wanted to meet and talk about some of the books we were reading?"

Buffy grinned. "So dish! What happened?"

Willow shifted from side to side a bit as she picked up the bowl of chili and began to eat it. The rod inside her snatch was starting to grow uncomfortably warm, and Willow figured that if she wanted to enjoy her last meal, she'd better start eating it.

"Well, we met in the quad, and she grabbed my hand and said she wanted to treat me at this amazing restaurant nearby."

"This place," Buffy realized.

"Yeah," Willow nodded. "Not that I, um… knew that then." Willow paused remembering. "Anyway, Lily, that was her name, dragged me over here and when I told her the same thing I told you, that the food here was disgusting chauvinist pig slop, she just asked me if I'd eaten here, and then told me that I shouldn't judge it until I had."

"Then what?" Buffy asked eagerly, leaning in as she finished up her own fries.

"Well, we got inside and I was a little… overwhelmed," Willow admitted.

"I can see why," Buffy agreed. Even a quick look around the place revealed a multitude of things that prior to today Buffy would have thought to have sent Willow into a terminal state of blushing and stammering. There were waitresses wearing Willow's admittedly extremely sexy uniform, their slits exposed, their nipples bared and half pierced for appraisal. There were menus filled with lurid and obscene pictures of girls playing with food, or even becoming food! And that was all before they even touched on the contents of the menu! Honestly Buffy wasn't sure how Willow wasn't still blushing a month later! Much less dressed in the same skimpy uniform and offering up her sexy little cunt for burgers.

"Yeah," Willow blushed, accepting the teasing in the spirit it was meant. "I sort of shut down till we got to our table. By then I was in too deep and I didn't want to make a scene by leaving."

"Understandable," Buffy half-laughed.

"So I opened the menu and… well, I almost dashed out anyway, but Lily stopped me and asked if I liked what I saw, and I guess I was just so shocked that I answered truthfully?" Willow continued, shifting her weight as both the heat and the tingling in her pussy stepped up in intensity.

"And then you couldn't leave?" Buffy guessed.

Willow nodded her agreement. "Right. And once that happened I sort of had to adjust or I'd have a stroke," Willow laughed. "Lily was really understanding about it all. She laughed and said that at least she knew I was attracted to girls too!”

Buffy laughed back, staring as Willow shifted and squirmed under the increased heat in her crotch before continuing.

“Then we went through the menu together, Lily pressing up next to me…” Willow shivered, something which had nothing to do with the non-existent cold and everything to do with her own arousal. “I told her that no matter how turned on I was, I'd never be able to bring myself to eat another girl,” Willow paused. “Actually I think the words I used were 'a helpless innocent girl'? So maybe I wasn't wrong about that after all?” she joked.

“Obviously you ate something,” Buffy coaxed, “Otherwise we wouldn't be sitting here like this, right?” she asked, her eyes dipping towards Willow's slowly cooking cunt.

“I'll get to that,” Willow chided laughing. “Anyway, after I told her that, Lily just sort of laughed at me and she kept going through the menu with me until the waitress came over.

“What happened then?” Buffy asked.

“Well, the waitress came up to us and greeted Lily by name and hugged her!” Willow revealed, squirming a bit to get comfortable as the dildo inside of her kicked the heat up yet another notch. Willow could feel herself “I had no idea what was going on until Lily introduced the waitress to me as Iris, her sister.”

“Her sister?”

“Yeah,” Willow agreed. “her younger sister. Just graduated high school and she decided to work here, of all places.”

Buffy's eyes widened a bit at that revelation. “Wait, you mean she…”

“Yeah,” Willow admitted. “Lily told me Iris had been fantasizing about it for years, and that Lily wanted to give her a treat for her birthday.”

“It was her sister's birthday!?” Buffy asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” Willow blushed, squirming as the cooking rod sizzled inside of her. “brings a different meaning to the term 'birthday meal' doesn't it?”

“Yeah,” Buffy considered. “You ordered her?” she asked, unconsciously leaning in close enough to smell the savory aroma of her best friend's slowly sizzling slit.

“I..” Willow paused, blushing in embarrassment. “It uh, took a little persuading,” she admitted thinking of what Lily had promised her to entice her, of how Iris felt beneath her fingers as she 'examined her meat'.

“I know that face!” Buffy crowed in triumph. “Spill!”

“They tag teamed me, Lilly was promising me a night I'd never forget… The things that came out of her mouth… I never even knew some of those things were possible.” Willow admitted. “And her sister… Iris was just so… sexy. And she clearly wanted it. She was practically dragging my fingers to her… her filet.” Willow squirmed. Her cunt was really cooking now, she could feel it. She picked up a few fries from her own order and dipped them in the chili, filling her mouth with the incredible taste of yesterday's orders, with just the right amount of spice added to really bring out their flavor. Goddess! She's had the chili before, but today's was something else. Idly Willow wondered if the meat was just that much better in this batch, or if the knowledge that she was going to be used for the next batch was just making it that much more exciting…

“I couldn't bring myself to say no,” Willow explained. “They were just so tempting, and I didn't want to disappoint them.”

“And you weren't just tempted by the thought of watching a girl cook her cunt in front of you?” Buffy teased.

“No!” Willow replied. “Well, maybe just a little…” she confided.

“Well I'm certainly enjoying the show,” Buffy admitted before taking a sip of her strawberry milkshake, her eyes flicking down to Willow's angry reddened cunt as it slowly began to creep into a well-cooked golden brown.

“I'm glad,” Willow admitted, blushing almost shyly at the compliment, pleased that Buffy was enjoying watching her roast.

“So what happened next?” Buffy asked eager to hear more about her best friend's descent into debauchery.

“Lily placed the order for me. 'One pussyburger, fresh, to share.' She said it so sexily, and goddess, Buffy! It looked like Iris was going to cum right then and there!” Willow confessed. “She got pretty much everything ready before I could blink, Buffy. That's how excited she was.” Willow continued, barely even pausing for a breath as her own cunt sizzled around the metal rod she'd impaled it upon. “You know, we only have two of these cunt cookers for the front, so there's a fifty/fifty chance that this is the same one Iris used to cook hers…” Willow trailed off, her slit squeezing the cunt cooker tight in realization, her slit still tingling from the sauce inside her. “That would be sexy, wouldn't it? Cooking your first pussyburger on the same rod that cooked mine?”

Buffy nodded, almost as enthralled by Willow's tale as by the sight of her best friend cooking for her. “Was it worth it?” she asked, curious.

“Cooking her?” Willow asked. “Snuffing her just so that I could enjoy a bite of her tender little twat?” Willow asked, with a deliberate emphasis on the last word. “Yes,” She stated. “Goddess! A million times yes! You have no idea how sexy it was, watching Lilly's sister bounce and writhe as she cooked, unable to escape her fate…” Willow confided before looking down at her own predicament. “Or maybe you do?” she blushed.

“But that wasn't even the best part! That came later, once she finished finally grilling her pussy," Willow paused to look down at her own almost finished slit, a minute, maybe less and she'd be done. She'd managed to finish off both her fried and her chili while telling the story, and her girl-milkshake was on its last dregs.

Buffy leaned in eager to hear what came next. She could already smell the hearty aroma of Willow's prepared sex as it emanated from her rapidly roasting pussy and despite knowing that it was Willow, despite it being her friend, it was all Buffy could do to wait until she could finally take a bite.

Willow could sense Buffy's impatience and see the hungry look in her eye. With the smell of her own roasting cunt heavy in the air, the redhead was certain that Buffy was wearing the exact same expression that she had watching Iris cook her own sex for her sister and her date. There was something predatory in Buffy's eyes. Buffy had set her eyes on her prey and Willow couldn't wait for her best friend to tear into it.

"Go on…" Buffy urged throatily in anticipation.

"Well, I could tell you…" Willow teased liltingly. "Or…" she paused as she wriggled her hips as temptingly as she could to loosen her slit from the rod within it. "I could show you."

Buffy's eyes widened and Willow knew what her best friend's choice was without her even having to open her mouth. Willow reached down and slid the straps of the specialized panties off her hips, sensuously pulling the cooking rod out of her perfectly done cunt on one smooth languid motion.

Buffy stared transfixed as Willow pulled the warm metal cock out from inside her; her perfectly cooked lips seared open all the way to the opening of her best friend's womb. What had once been a light pink pussy was now a stunning golden brown filet, and the steam spilling from between Willow's tantalizing lower lips smelled absolutely heavenly!

"Wow!" Buffy uttered breathlessly as she stared at her best friend's newly former sex. "That really is the best part!"

Willow giggled. "Are you sure?" she asked arching an eyebrow teasingly. "You don't think I'll taste any better than I look?" Willow asked.

Buffy blinked as she realized what she'd said. "Well," the blonde tried to recover, "I meant… um? I can't wait to dig in?"

Willow smiled, amused. Fingers of steam rose slowly from her thoroughly cooked cunt as she watched Buffy try, and fail to pull herself out of the hole she'd dug for herself. "If you can't figure out what to do with you mouth, maybe you should fill it with something?" Willow proposed, her cheeks blushing a bit as she realized just how forward she sounded.

But why shouldn't she be forward? What use was modesty now? It wasn't like she was going to survive the night after all!

With that thought in mind Willow picked up the condiments that sat in the middle of the table. "Once Lily's sister Iris was finished cooking, she picked up the sauce and…" Willow brought the nozzle of the bottle to her slightly gaping filet and pushed it into the entrance of her pussy.

Willow moaned as the tip of the sauce bottle slipped into her still steaming sex. She couldn't actually feel it as it slid inside, beyond a faint sense of pressure, but that only reinforced the reality of what her once beautiful pussy had become. Meat. She was meat now, and that fact more than made up for any loss of sensation in driving her arousal.

“She squirted a second shot right into her perfectly cooked little cunt,” Willow stated, as matter of factly as she could manage, squeezing the bottle to fill her own slit up with dripping, tangy burger sauce. “just… like… that,” Willow finished pulling the nozzle free with a thick wet slurp.

“Of course, a burger is hardly a burger unless it's on a bun, right?” Willow asked, repositioning the two halves of the burger bun on the tray in front of her and putting the bottom half directly beneath her still steaming cunt. Her hand trembling she reached for the filleting knife that she'd placed before coming out with Buffy's order.

“So she took a knife just like this,” Willow gestured, “And she handed it to me," Willow continued, taking hold of one of Buffy's hands and gently closing it around the handle of the knife that would spell her doom. And then…"

Buffy trembled a bit as Willow's fingers encircled hers, the warmth of her touch lingering as the redhead guided her aim, slowly sliding the blade into the gap between her left thigh and the delectable smelling little pussy that Buffy had ordered. Buffy swallowed eagerly as the knife easily slipped inside her best friend with only the slightest hint of resistance, a tiny gasp of pleasure escaping Willow's lips and the top of the handle touched the surface of her roasted flesh.

Buffy let go, staring enthralled at the sight of the knife buried all the way to the hilt in her best friend's cunt.

"Nnngh!" Willow moaned in pleasure. "I did that too you know," Willow uttered almost sultrily. "I couldn't believe I was actually snuffing a girl, that I was carving out her pussy so that I could… Mmmm… So that I could eat it," Buffy's bookish friend explained. "Lily had to take my place," Willow admitted. "But… watching Lily slice out her sister's sex for me to eat?" Willow paused. "That was just as fun as carving it out myself…"

Willow looked up from the knife they were both staring at and caught Buffy's eyes. "You've always been stronger than I was, do you want me to do it? Or do you want to snuff me yourself?" Willow asked, and from the tone of her voice it was absolutely clear which option the redhead would prefer.

Buffy shook herself free from her shock and leaned in for a kiss, placing it over Willow's lips in her own rush of arousal.

Willow leaned in, savoring the taste of her best friend's lips; salt and sex with just a hint of strawberry, the remnants of the prior appetizers lingering against her flesh.

Buffy broke the embrace before willow could deepen it, her eyes filled with boundless gratitude and more than a little pleasure. "Thank you Willow, for doing this," Buffy's eyes conveying the seriousness of her words as her gaze locked with the redheaded meal's. "You're the best friend I've ever had. I don't deserve you."

Willow smiled gently. "You've saved the world more than enough times to deserve a reward, Buffy. But that's not why I'm doing this," she admitted. "You were the best friend an awkward young gay nerd could ask for, and if the last thing I see today is your face lighting up at the taste of my pussy? It'll be worth it. I just hope you enjoy your burger as much as I have making it!" willow finished off, almost perkily.

Willow pulled Buffy's fingers to the knife again, and this time the blonde didn't pull back as they carved a large circle around the redhead's cooked cunt, together.

"Unnngh!" Willow groaned as the knife slid easily through her flesh, meeting up with the initial incision. "Goddess, Buffy! You have no idea how this feels!" She moaned in what was clearly pleasure from the painful act. "Keep cutting!" the redhead ordered, but there was no more to cut.

Willow's roasted cunt began to slide free as Buffy withdrew the knife; the perfect filet practically walling out of her to land on the bun she'd placed in anticipation. with a quick slice of the knife, taken from where Buffy put it down, Willow sliced her cunt free of her womb and collapsed, her back hitting the table with a thud loud enough to draw the attention of the other customers.

The clapping started soft, but it got louder quickly. It wasn't easy, "bagging a waitress" and it the other girls on staff and even a few regulars usually clapped when it happened. Whether the clapping was meant for her, or for Buffy, Willow didn't know, but when she clapped it was always meant with appreciation for both. Willow hoped that the people around her thought the same. Buffy certainly deserved some of the applause, if only for being so incredibly amazing.

Buffy wasn't sure what to do. Applause wasn't completely alien to her, but it was almost never directed [i]at[/i] her. She blushed a bit, uncertain how to handle the appreciation until it finally died off.

"Well?" came the question. It was soft, weak as Willow struggled to prop herself up so she could see what would happen next. "What are you waiting for?" Willow asked. "Dig in. It's better when it's hot."

"You're always hot," Buffy admitted, still a little embarrassed by the attention she hadn't realized they'd had.

Still, Buffy followed her friend's advice and placed the top half of the bun over her newly prepared burger and picked it up.

The whole thing squished a bit in Buffy's hands, sauce oozing out from between Willow's former lower lips in an incredibly sexual display as it dripped down the side of her burger.

Willow stared as Buffy brought her pussyburger to her lips and bit in, tearing her once beautiful cunt apart with her perfect white teeth. She was completely entranced.

Buffy's eyes rolled back as the burger graced her tongue. She shivered in almost orgasmic pleasure as her best friend's most private parts hit her taste buds

"Holy shit! Willow you're delicious!" Buffy moaned as she pulled away, a seductive mixture of sauce and Willow's own juices dripping down her lips. "Fuck… Is all girlmeat this good?"

"Every burger I've eaten," Willow agreed. "Goddess… you have no idea how intense this is! Watching you eat me. Knowing that once you're done I'll be nothing more than the next batch of chili…" Willow gasped. "How does it feel?" She asked. "Eating your best friend?"

“Amazing!” Buffy admitted. “It feels absolutely incredible! The power of it… Eating you? It's… It's indescribable!” She could [i]feel[/i] the warmth and arousal trapped in Willow's slit at the moment it was taken from her! Her juicy lips made the [i]perfect[/i] burger, and the knowledge that it was Willow? That she wasn't [i]just[/i] eating another girl's cunt, but that it was Willow's? That her redheaded friend wasn't just paying for her meal, she was paying for it with her life? The power behind that feeling was more than she could put into words!

She'd come to the Girlmeat Palace knowing a girl would be dying for her dinner. The thought had been like electricity inside her since she'd decided on this course; like tender sparks of lightning through her body, each stroke making her more and more aroused. But eating Willow? Knowing the girl inside the bun like that? It added something more ephemeral, didn't it?

Buffy thought to herself as she stared at the gaping hole she'd carved between her friend's thighs, its edges browned by the heat. 'But… it could be better couldn't it?' If this was the last time she'd ever see Willow; with the taste of her dripping from her lips? Then there was one way to make it even better…

"When you ate Iris, did you ever give her a bite?" Buffy asked.

Willow's eyes widened at the thought. "A bite?" she asked. "Of- Of her?"

"Yeah," Buffy agreed, a thin rivulet of sauce snaking down her chin.

Willow's imagination jolted to life as she thought about Buffy's question, she'd never done it, but there Iris was, clear as day in her mind as her sister fed her bite after bite of her own well-sauced sex. It was a waste, an incredible waste to feed a girl her own pussy after you'd taken so much time and effort to take it out of her, but… Girlmeat burgers wasn't just about the burgers was it? The uniforms weren't just to show off the menu. It was sex. Sex and power. And from that perspective, Buffy's question wasn't a waste at all. It was the opposite of waste! Feeding a girl her own pussy just so you could watch? Was there any purer expression of power and sex than that?

"No," Willow replied, her voice trembling, hopeful.

"Do you want one?" Buffy asked.

Did she? Willow wasn't sure. She was dying now, just a dead girl walking now. Or, not really? She wouldn't be walking anywhere once Buffy was gone; with her fillet plucked from between her thighs she couldn't. The other waitresses would have to carry her into the back to bleed out before parting her up for the chili and food for the 'night staff'. There was no point in eating anymore, it would be wasted. she wanted Buffy to enjoy as much of her as she could.

And yet…

Looking into Buffy's eyes she could see the hunger there, not just for her body, but for [i]her[/i]. Buffy wanted her to say yes; she wanted to watch Willow take a bite of her own sex. If it were any other girl but Willow, Buffy might have ordered it, but it wasn't. Despite eating her; despite [i]snuffing her[/i] for all intents and purposes! Buffy still respected her enough to ask.

Willow knew her friend, her best friend Buffy, wasn't asking her "do you want a taste of your own pussy?” In fact she wasn't asking a question at all. Buffy wanted to watch her eat her own cunt, to watch the sauce drip down her lips like it had Buffy's own; but, she didn't want to force her. The question wasn't a question; it was a way out.

“Please,” Willow replied. She was doing this for Buffy after all, it made sense to give her best friend what she wanted.

Seeing the smile that graced Buffy's face, the way her eyes lit up with joy at Willow's agreement, Willow was sure she'd made the right choice. She'd eaten Girlmeat before… this was just grown a little closer to home.

Buffy was grinning from ear to ear at her best friend's reply. She'd hoped Willow would agree, but she wasn't sure. Now though? Her heart was racing at the thought as she offered Willow the burger made from her own sex, sauce still dripping from half-eaten lips.

Willow took the burger carefully. She didn't want to drop it or all of this would be for nothing, all her sacrifice, her lust… Buffy might still eat it if she dropped it, but it would mar the experience.

Slowly the ravaged redhead lifted the taboo burger to her mouth and opened wide; then, with a quick glance at Buffy to make sure she was watching, Willow bit in.

She was delicious! There was no denying that. Willow wasn't sure whether she was just naturally tastier than the other burgers she'd eaten, or if the lurid nature of tasting her own pussy was adding extra spice to her meat, but regardless of the source, burger was one of the most delicious pieces of meat she'd ever tasted.

Buffy felt her sex clench with arousal at the sight of her best friend biting into her own cunt, sauce and juices smearing across her lips in equal measure. It was indescribably erotic. Not just the sight of Willow doing it, but that she was doing it for [i]her[/i]; that was what added the extra layer of sexiness that brought it all to a T.

Willow kept her bite small, not wanting to deprive Buffy of any of her most precious meat, but unwilling to deny her friend her request. Her lips however were another matter. Willow's lips pressed hard against her warm cunt-meat, smearing her with enough sauce to make it practically drip down her chin. The taste lingered on her tongue, as she pulled the bun-wrapped burger away, presenting it back to her best friend, careful not to drop it as she took it back in hand.

"Thank you," Willow offered as demurely as she could. She hadn't wanted to eat herself, that wasn't what the fantasy she had pulled Buffy into was all about, but she didn't regret it either as long as Buffy enjoyed the show.

"No, thank [i]you[/i], Willow. You're the best friend I've ever had," Buffy paused, an impish grin coming to her face. "Especially for dinner!" she joked.

Willow smiled. "I'm glad you ordered me," she admitted. "Working at this place? Getting ordered, becoming girlmeat, it gets more and more tempting. I would have given in eventually. I'm glad it was you. You made my dirty little dreams come true."

Now it was Buffy's turn to blush as Willow finished her confession with a contented smile on her face. "I did it because you asked," Buffy admitted, bashfully taking another bite of her best friend's cunt. "What happens next?"

I've already paid for everything, so you don't need to stay to pay the bill once you're done enjoying me. You can have all my stuff? or give it to Dawn, I guess? She's closer to my size. Normally I'd ask you to erase my browsing history, but… After this? It probably won't surprise you," Willow joked. "Just enjoy me," Willow decided. "That's all I ask."

Buffy bit into her burger again, savoring the taste of her gorgeous friend. She chewed slowly, enjoying the sensation as she tore Willow's cunt apart with her teeth and swallowed it, destroying any hope her friend might have of ever recovering.

"And… what's going to happen to you?" Buffy asked as she finished swallowing the warmth of Willow's sex no longer sliding down her throat.

"Chili," Willow stated. "Maybe some nuggets, and fries for tomorrow? Hopefully I won't end up in the Ceasar salad."

Buffy looked her friend over. "Is that all? They're just going to grind you up and serve you as leftovers?" Buffy asked a bit disappointed.

"Well…" Willow grimaced. That wasn't all that would be happening to her, but she wasn't supposed to mention the rest of it.

"There's something else isn't there?" Buffy prodded, knowing her best friend well enough to sense there was more to it than what she was saying.

"You know that fancy girlmeat restaurant across town? Chez Jessica?" Willow asked.

Buffy nodded. She'd passed by it a couple times. She'd even looked at the menu once or twice but the prices were way out of her range! It cost over a hundred dollars for a steak there, and a fillet? There was no [i]way[/i] she could afford it!

"The owner here owns that place too. It's how he keeps this place open. Most girls would rather volunteer to be burgers than to be spit-roasted for a fancy dinner. Being spitted just doesn't entice girls in the same way that the allure of seeing their pussy in a bun does. He gets a few girls now and then, but most of the meat at Chez Jessica? It's from Girlmeat Palace girls like me," Willow admitted.

"Sometimes other restaurants come by to supplement their stock too;" the redhead continued. "Once you leave, another waitress is going to carry me into the back to be butchered. Some of me will probably end up in the chili here. My tits are definitely getting turned into girl-grease for the fries. But my legs? My… my rump? Those almost always end up sold off as fancy roasts and steaks."

Buffy's eyes widened. "It's the same meat there as here?" she asked, shocked. "But they always say it's 100% fresh girlmeat!"

"And what do you think [i]I[/i] am?" Willow asked arching one eyebrow. "They're not lying. They're just… not mentioning where they get it. The meat is perfectly fine. It's just cheaper here," Willow explained. "That's how this place stays open selling fresh fillets as twenty dollar burgers," she added. "So… don't tell anyone, okay?"

Buffy looked into her friend's eyes. Willow was using her resolve face. This was really important to her. Buffy wasn't sure why, but… if Willow cared that much about it?

"Okay," Buffy agreed. "I'll keep it secret."

"Thanks," Willow smiled. "Now finish up. I'll probably taste terrible cold," the redhead chided.

"You'd taste amazing no matter what temperature you were," Buffy disagreed, but the blonde followed her friend's advice anyway, finishing off her burger in just a few more bites.

That was it. She was done. As soon as she left Willow would be hauled into the back to be butchered. Her best friend was meat now, but with her belly full and her mind teeming with fantasy fuel, Buffy didn't feel as bad about that as she thought. Willow wanted it, she was the one that offered, and… she was glad it was Buffy that had done it. Still, it seemed a bit disrespectful to just leave.

Buffy got up and slid out of the booth before bending over her best friend and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Thanks a lot Willow," Buffy whispered. "You were amazing. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did."

"More, probably," Willow admitted. "Thanks Buffy. I'm glad you enjoyed me. Now, go out and have a good time. Girlmeat is a natural aphrodisiac!"

"Don't worry," Buffy grinned tossing one last comment over her shoulder as she left, "I can tell!"

[b]THE END[/B]



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