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 No.18607

The Festival


Lou looked up over his textbook at his 16-year-old sister, Trine, who was kneeling on all fours on the table in front of him, shivering slightly as she was only wearing her panties. Her B-cup breasts hung down, gently trembling and her softly curvaceous thighs pickled with goosebumps in the chill of the kitchen.
Standing up, Lou approached his sister with a large flensing knife in hand. Their parents, Beth and John, watched with neutral expressions as he reached under her to grasp a nipple, pulling it taunt.
“First, she’s debreasted, with a pair of cuts here.”
Lou placed the knife against the underside of her breast and pulled it back with a clean slicing motion. He didn’t apply any pressure, leaving the skin unbroken. He walked around the table and repeated the process. Trine squeaked with protest as his careless stroke drew a little blood. Her mother curtly told her to be quiet whilst her brother was concentrating.
“Second, she’s gutted, with the long incision across the sternum.”
Lou poked a finger into Trine’s chest and located the bottom of her breast plate and then mimed stabbing up at her belly, tracing a thin line across it to her pubis whilst gripping her neck firmly with his left hand.
“Finally, the cunt fillet is removed.”
Lou moved behind Trine and pulled her panties down, exposing her pussy to the cool air and the watchful gaze of their parents. Lou placed the tip of the blade where her thigh met her crotch and made a twisting movement with his wrist, as if he were scooping out ice cream.
“Can I get down now?”
Trine asked in a plaintive tone, reaching back to try and pull up her underwear.
“Stop being so impatient, Trine,” admonished her mother, Beth, while she grasped Trine's wrist and put it back on the table.
“Lou has to be ready for the butcher trials today. Isn’t that more important than a few more minutes of your time?”
"Um, yeah," Trine replied. "I guess so.”
While Trine attempted to peer backwards over her shoulder to see what they were doing next, their father, John Brettson cleared his throat.
“Now then, son, let's grade this meatgirl. And remember; the judges will want to know why a girl gets a grade.”
Lou’s forehead furrowed with concentration as he examined his sister, using his strong fingers to kneed her calves and thighs.
“The meat is lean, but with enough fat to provide good taste.”
His hands clasped her buttocks and pulled them open, squeezing then hard.
“The rump has an excellent consistency and would provide excellent roast or steaks.”
Now he invaded her cunt, examining it’s inner shape and the thickness of her lips. Trine whimpered at the sensation and felt herself becoming wet. She wasn’t sure if it was the brusque violation of her pussy or hearing herself described as meat. The room filled with her scent, making her arousal obvious to her parents as well as her brother.
“The cunt steak has a good thickness, with meaty labia….and is apparently self basting.”
This drew a chuckle from their parents. Trine could feel her cheeks growing warm with embarrassment. Lou moved up the table to get access to her breasts and started grappling with her breasts, pulling and the nipples and rolling them between her fingers.
“While the breasts are not large, they are meaty and would be excellent grilled.”
“So, what is your overall grade and recommendation for this girl?”
Mr. Brettson addressed his son formally, as though he were interviewing him.
“I would give her an 'A' grade and recommend whole, live roasting for this girl.”
Mr. Brettson leaned over to look at his daughter.
“And what do you think, dear? Shall we go get the spit?”
Trine was up off the table in a split second, hopping across the kitchen floor as she tried to grasp the panties which were tangled around her knees.
“No, no, no. I’m done helping out for today,” she stammered as she retreated upstairs to her room.
“That was very good son, I asked Mr. Hill his assessment of Trine at the last cookout and he came to the same conclusion.”
Lou exhaled in relief as his father patted him on the shoulder.
“I think you’re a shoo-in for the trials today.”
“Would you like another try with me, Lou?”
Mrs. Brettson slipped off her dress and climbed onto the table for her son’s inspection. John picked up the text book and flipped to another page.
“This time, lets go for a parts butchery…”
A few minutes later, Trine heard her mother coming up the stairs and a knock at her door. Trine turned around as she entered the room and found her naked mother was now missing an arm. The stump was tightly bandaged and a clear plastic bag tied around it to prevent any blood dripping on the carpet.
“What happened to you,” she asked in amazement, eyes bulging.
“Your brother mentioned that he hadn’t performed butchery on live meat yet, and he was worried about limb removal. Since it will be part of the trials today, he could hardly go without having had a chance to practice.”
Trine also noticed sperm was running down her mother’s thighs, but she couldn’t quite bring her self to ask about it.
“Oh, I suppose not…” Trine's voice trailed off.
Her mother was carrying a tube of gel, which she now gripped in her teeth and squeezed onto the palm of her hand.
“Clothes off," Her mother said. "We need to get your hair removed in case your selected today.”
Trine slipped her panties of again and laid back on the bed with her legs parted, as her mother massaged the foam all around her cunt.
An involuntary sigh escaped her lips and she raised her hips to meet her mother's hand. Two fingers entered her and knuckles pressed against her clitoris. Trine rode her mother’s hand to orgasm and lay panting and flushed, with a sheen of sweat.
“Now rinse that off and come down to the car. There's no need to bother with clothes today.”
Her mother stood up and left the room, heading down stairs to make the final preparations.

*

When Trine came downstairs she found the rest of the family in the kitchen. Her mother was on the table again, her large breasts being milked by her husband into a jug. John looked up as Trine entered, but didn’t stop the rhythmic squeezing.
“Your mother's thinking of volunteering today, so there's no point letting this go to waste. Have you thought about volunteering?”
Trine turned a little red at the idea.
“I, er…no not, um….”
She hurriedly turned to the refrigerator and opened it for a can of soda. The chill air rolled over her and she reached over her mother’s arm - now wrapped in plastic for tomorrow - for the beverage.
“Well, we’ll see what happens when we get there, shall we?”
The milking finished, Beth carried the brimming jug to the refrigerator. With everything ready, the family walked to the car. Mr. Brettson was in a colorful shirt & shorts, Lou was wearing a brown short-sleeved work shirt and carried his knives and a rolled up leather apron. The two ladies were naked and climbed into the trunk, wrapping their bodies around each other to fit. In the tight confines, Trine could smell the pungent odor of her mother’s cunt just a few centimeters from her face.
Feeling a little daring, she craned her neck forward and started to slowly lap at the folds of her mother’s cunt. It tasted good, and she nipped playfully at the clit and labia, eliciting a groan. No sooner had she started - it seemed - than the car shuddered to a halt.
Arriving at the fair, they could hear all sorts of activity from the car park. A bubbling mix of excited laughter, conversation, and screams filled the air as they join the line at the gates. John paid at the kiosk, while Lou showed his trade pass.
Trine and Beth joined the longer 'special status' line, the females ahead of them shuffled forward waiting to be graded. Some will be drafted for meat immediately, others will be able to join in the events and either volunteer or go home at the end of the fair.
As she entered the crowded grading tent, Trine spotted her friend, Christina, bending her trim, but curvaceous body over one of the five trestle tables as the inspector investigated her naked flesh. After a few moments, he reached for his pen and wrote some letters on a tag before loading it into the tag gun.
Pulling out Christina’s cunt lip, he squeezed the trigger, and she shuddered as it affixed itself to her flesh. Trine shouted and waved to her friend as she attempted to get her attention, but both Christine and her younger sister, Cindy, were quickly ushered away by a white coated official; disappearing into the crowd.
A few minutes later, Trine was walking out into the main area of the fairground with her mother as they looked for their men folk, who were quickly located inspecting a sign post of the various games, activities, demos, eateries and contests that were taking place. Trine’s eye was immediately caught by the professionally produced flyer advertising “Michael Vaughn’s Veal stuffed Roaster Recipes”.
“Mom! Dad! Michael Vaughn is here,” she exclaimed with a delighted squeal. “We have just got to check that out!”
Grasping her father’s hand, she dragged him toward the sizable crowd that was already gathering near the large stage indicated. To her surprise, Trine saw that Christina and Cindy were perched on the work top of the mock kitchen that had been set up there. Envy mixed with a little bit of sadness at the prospect of her friend being cooked before she had a chance to talk to her.
A light applause rippled round the audience as the famous chef jogged up the steps to the stage, and with his characteristic energy, launched into a fast paced run down of the recipe he would be demonstrating today.
“Today, I’m going to share a great party centerpiece for when you're cooking either a mother-daughter team, or two sisters with a large size difference. Its called 'Live Veal, stuffed Live Roast', and today, we have these two young lovelies who are going to help me show you how its done!”
At this, Christina and Cindy both gave a little wave, generating polite applause. Vaughn indicated for them to stand near him and the two slipped off the counter to join him.
“As you can see, 16-year-old Christina here is about five-foot-seven with a wide frame that’s going to perfect for our purposes today. Her 9-year-old sister, Cindy, is three-foot-eleven, which is about the biggest you’d want to go for your Veal on this recipe. We’re going to start by cleaning them in the standard way for a live roasting.”
The two girls climbed back on top the counter and waited patiently on their hands and knees as Vaughn placed large steel bowls beneath their abdomens. Then, Trine watched as with his sharp knife, he opened Christina up from her pubis to the bottom of her rib cage. There was absolute silence from the crowd as her intestines and organs flopped wetly into the waiting receptacle. Christina was trembling and whimpered softly as Vaughn busied himself with knife and blowtorch, slicing our her innards and cauterising any blood flow. Within just a few moments, he was done. Christina almost collapsed onto the worktop before he was able to removed the offal tray.
“I’ve also removed her uterus, for reasons that will be obvious once we’re a little further along, I’ve saved it in this bowl, and it will be used in the next stage.”
Vaughn now moved to Cindy. She was shivering and taking panicked gulps of air as he approached. Taking a few moments to calm her, he reached between her thighs and rubbed her cunt as he made small talk with one of his assistants who was tying tourniquets around her arms and legs at the shoulder and hip. Once she was relaxed, he picked up his knife and quickly repeated the process. Being so much younger, the 9-year-old had not yet received the training her 16-year-old sister had had, and it was necessary for his assistants to hold her in position as she flopped around in agony. Vaughn now had an annoyed expression as Cindy was flipped over onto her back. With a large hacksaw, he removed the 9-year-old's arms and legs with the ease of a professional.
“Now, my assistants, Joe and Simon, are stuffing young Cindy with a mixture of the choice sweet meats from her and her sister, plus some of my own Apricot stuffing.”
Vaughn spent a few minutes plugging his range of sauces and cooking ingredients as the two men packed the sobbing girl with the tasty mixture and sewed her up. As they were done before Vaughn was, one of them pulled out his cock and began fucking Cindy while the other busied his hands between Christina’s legs, stretching her pussy savagely to its maximum diameter and provoking yelps of pain from her.
Having apparently finished his sales pitch, Vaughn collected Cindy from his assistant and carried her to the other end of the work top. The crowd watched in rapt attention as he guided the 9-year-old's head into Christina’s empty cavity. With a good deal of pushing, stretching, and screaming, he succeeded in forcing Cindy's head out of the older girl’s vagina, which now clenched tightly around Cindy's neck as the rest of Cindy was settled into Christina’s belly.
Joe and Simon strained to hold Christina’s belly shut over her squirming little sister as Vaughn used a large needle and strong thread to sew Christina up. Finally done, he took Christina’s hand and helped her down off the table so she could stand bow-legged with her 9-year-old sister's head protruding out her cunt and her distended belly making it look like she was 9 months pregnant.
“Cindy and Christina will be spit roasted in about an hour, and I hope you’ll all come to have a taste about half an hour after, thank you very much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed my demonstration.”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause.

 No.18608

The Festival


Lou looked up over his textbook at his 16-year-old sister, Trine, who was kneeling on all fours on the table in front of him, shivering slightly as she was only wearing her panties. Her B-cup breasts hung down, gently trembling and her softly curvaceous thighs pickled with goosebumps in the chill of the kitchen.

Standing up, Lou approached his sister with a large flensing knife in hand. Their parents, Beth and John, watched with neutral expressions as he reached under her to grasp a nipple, pulling it taunt.

“First, she’s debreasted, with a pair of cuts here.”

Lou placed the knife against the underside of her breast and pulled it back with a clean slicing motion. He didn’t apply any pressure, leaving the skin unbroken. He walked around the table and repeated the process. Trine squeaked with protest as his careless stroke drew a little blood. Her mother curtly told her to be quiet whilst her brother was concentrating.

“Second, she’s gutted, with the long incision across the sternum.”

Lou poked a finger into Trine’s chest and located the bottom of her breast plate and then mimed stabbing up at her belly, tracing a thin line across it to her pubis whilst gripping her neck firmly with his left hand.

“Finally, the cunt fillet is removed.”

Lou moved behind Trine and pulled her panties down, exposing her pussy to the cool air and the watchful gaze of their parents. Lou placed the tip of the blade where her thigh met her crotch and made a twisting movement with his wrist, as if he were scooping out ice cream.

“Can I get down now?”

Trine asked in a plaintive tone, reaching back to try and pull up her underwear.

“Stop being so impatient, Trine,” admonished her mother, Beth, while she grasped Trine's wrist and put it back on the table.

“Lou has to be ready for the butcher trials today. Isn’t that more important than a few more minutes of your time?”

"Um, yeah," Trine replied. "I guess so.”

While Trine attempted to peer backwards over her shoulder to see what they were doing next, their father, John Brettson cleared his throat.

“Now then, son, let's grade this meatgirl. And remember; the judges will want to know why a girl gets a grade.”

Lou’s forehead furrowed with concentration as he examined his sister, using his strong fingers to kneed her calves and thighs.

“The meat is lean, but with enough fat to provide good taste.”

His hands clasped her buttocks and pulled them open, squeezing then hard.

“The rump has an excellent consistency and would provide excellent roast or steaks.”

Now he invaded her cunt, examining it’s inner shape and the thickness of her lips. Trine whimpered at the sensation and felt herself becoming wet. She wasn’t sure if it was the brusque violation of her pussy or hearing herself described as meat. The room filled with her scent, making her arousal obvious to her parents as well as her brother.

“The cunt steak has a good thickness, with meaty labia….and is apparently self basting.”

This drew a chuckle from their parents. Trine could feel her cheeks growing warm with embarrassment. Lou moved up the table to get access to her breasts and started grappling with her breasts, pulling and the nipples and rolling them between her fingers.

“While the breasts are not large, they are meaty and would be excellent grilled.”

“So, what is your overall grade and recommendation for this girl?”

Mr. Brettson addressed his son formally, as though he were interviewing him.

“I would give her an 'A' grade and recommend whole, live roasting for this girl.”

Mr. Brettson leaned over to look at his daughter.

“And what do you think, dear? Shall we go get the spit?”

Trine was up off the table in a split second, hopping across the kitchen floor as she tried to grasp the panties which were tangled around her knees.

“No, no, no. I’m done helping out for today,” she stammered as she retreated upstairs to her room.

“That was very good son, I asked Mr. Hill his assessment of Trine at the last cookout and he came to the same conclusion.”

Lou exhaled in relief as his father patted him on the shoulder.

“I think you’re a shoo-in for the trials today.”

“Would you like another try with me, Lou?”

Mrs. Brettson slipped off her dress and climbed onto the table for her son’s inspection. John picked up the text book and flipped to another page.

“This time, lets go for a parts butchery…”

A few minutes later, Trine heard her mother coming up the stairs and a knock at her door. Trine turned around as she entered the room and found her naked mother was now missing an arm. The stump was tightly bandaged and a clear plastic bag tied around it to prevent any blood dripping on the carpet.

“What happened to you,” she asked in amazement, eyes bulging.

“Your brother mentioned that he hadn’t performed butchery on live meat yet, and he was worried about limb removal. Since it will be part of the trials today, he could hardly go without having had a chance to practice.”

Trine also noticed sperm was running down her mother’s thighs, but she couldn’t quite bring her self to ask about it.

“Oh, I suppose not…” Trine's voice trailed off.

Her mother was carrying a tube of gel, which she now gripped in her teeth and squeezed onto the palm of her hand.

“Clothes off," Her mother said. "We need to get your hair removed in case your selected today.”

Trine slipped her panties of again and laid back on the bed with her legs parted, as her mother massaged the foam all around her cunt.

An involuntary sigh escaped her lips and she raised her hips to meet her mother's hand. Two fingers entered her and knuckles pressed against her clitoris. Trine rode her mother’s hand to orgasm and lay panting and flushed, with a sheen of sweat.

“Now rinse that off and come down to the car. There's no need to bother with clothes today.”

Her mother stood up and left the room, heading down stairs to make the final preparations.



When Trine came downstairs she found the rest of the family in the kitchen. Her mother was on the table again, her large breasts being milked by her husband into a jug. John looked up as Trine entered, but didn’t stop the rhythmic squeezing.

“Your mother's thinking of volunteering today, so there's no point letting this go to waste. Have you thought about volunteering?”

Trine turned a little red at the idea.

“I, er…no not, um….”

She hurriedly turned to the refrigerator and opened it for a can of soda. The chill air rolled over her and she reached over her mother’s arm - now wrapped in plastic for tomorrow - for the beverage.

“Well, we’ll see what happens when we get there, shall we?”

The milking finished, Beth carried the brimming jug to the refrigerator. With everything ready, the family walked to the car. Mr. Brettson was in a colorful shirt & shorts, Lou was wearing a brown short-sleeved work shirt and carried his knives and a rolled up leather apron. The two ladies were naked and climbed into the trunk, wrapping their bodies around each other to fit. In the tight confines, Trine could smell the pungent odor of her mother’s cunt just a few centimeters from her face.

Feeling a little daring, she craned her neck forward and started to slowly lap at the folds of her mother’s cunt. It tasted good, and she nipped playfully at the clit and labia, eliciting a groan. No sooner had she started - it seemed - than the car shuddered to a halt.

Arriving at the fair, they could hear all sorts of activity from the car park. A bubbling mix of excited laughter, conversation, and screams filled the air as they join the line at the gates. John paid at the kiosk, while Lou showed his trade pass.

Trine and Beth joined the longer 'special status' line, the females ahead of them shuffled forward waiting to be graded. Some will be drafted for meat immediately, others will be able to join in the events and either volunteer or go home at the end of the fair.

As she entered the crowded grading tent, Trine spotted her friend, Christina, bending her trim, but curvaceous body over one of the five trestle tables as the inspector investigated her naked flesh. After a few moments, he reached for his pen and wrote some letters on a tag before loading it into the tag gun.

Pulling out Christina’s cunt lip, he squeezed the trigger, and she shuddered as it affixed itself to her flesh. Trine shouted and waved to her friend as she attempted to get her attention, but both Christine and her younger sister, Cindy, were quickly ushered away by a white coated official; disappearing into the crowd.

A few minutes later, Trine was walking out into the main area of the fairground with her mother as they looked for their men folk, who were quickly located inspecting a sign post of the various games, activities, demos, eateries and contests that were taking place. Trine’s eye was immediately caught by the professionally produced flyer advertising “Michael Vaughn’s Veal stuffed Roaster Recipes”.

“Mom! Dad! Michael Vaughn is here,” she exclaimed with a delighted squeal. “We have just got to check that out!”

Grasping her father’s hand, she dragged him toward the sizable crowd that was already gathering near the large stage indicated. To her surprise, Trine saw that Christina and Cindy were perched on the work top of the mock kitchen that had been set up there. Envy mixed with a little bit of sadness at the prospect of her friend being cooked before she had a chance to talk to her.

A light applause rippled round the audience as the famous chef jogged up the steps to the stage, and with his characteristic energy, launched into a fast paced run down of the recipe he would be demonstrating today.

“Today, I’m going to share a great party centerpiece for when you're cooking either a mother-daughter team, or two sisters with a large size difference. Its called 'Live Veal, stuffed Live Roast', and today, we have these two young lovelies who are going to help me show you how its done!”

At this, Christina and Cindy both gave a little wave, generating polite applause. Vaughn indicated for them to stand near him and the two slipped off the counter to join him.

“As you can see, 16-year-old Christina here is about five-foot-seven with a wide frame that’s going to perfect for our purposes today. Her 9-year-old sister, Cindy, is three-foot-eleven, which is about the biggest you’d want to go for your Veal on this recipe. We’re going to start by cleaning them in the standard way for a live roasting.”

The two girls climbed back on top the counter and waited patiently on their hands and knees as Vaughn placed large steel bowls beneath their abdomens. Then, Trine watched as with his sharp knife, he opened Christina up from her pubis to the bottom of her rib cage. There was absolute silence from the crowd as her intestines and organs flopped wetly into the waiting receptacle. Christina was trembling and whimpered softly as Vaughn busied himself with knife and blowtorch, slicing our her innards and cauterising any blood flow. Within just a few moments, he was done. Christina almost collapsed onto the worktop before he was able to removed the offal tray.

“I’ve also removed her uterus, for reasons that will be obvious once we’re a little further along, I’ve saved it in this bowl, and it will be used in the next stage.”

Vaughn now moved to Cindy. She was shivering and taking panicked gulps of air as he approached. Taking a few moments to calm her, he reached between her thighs and rubbed her cunt as he made small talk with one of his assistants who was tying tourniquets around her arms and legs at the shoulder and hip. Once she was relaxed, he picked up his knife and quickly repeated the process. Being so much younger, the 9-year-old had not yet received the training her 16-year-old sister had had, and it was necessary for his assistants to hold her in position as she flopped around in agony. Vaughn now had an annoyed expression as Cindy was flipped over onto her back. With a large hacksaw, he removed the 9-year-old's arms and legs with the ease of a professional.

“Now, my assistants, Joe and Simon, are stuffing young Cindy with a mixture of the choice sweet meats from her and her sister, plus some of my own Apricot stuffing.”

Vaughn spent a few minutes plugging his range of sauces and cooking ingredients as the two men packed the sobbing girl with the tasty mixture and sewed her up. As they were done before Vaughn was, one of them pulled out his cock and began fucking Cindy while the other busied his hands between Christina’s legs, stretching her pussy savagely to its maximum diameter and provoking yelps of pain from her.

Having apparently finished his sales pitch, Vaughn collected Cindy from his assistant and carried her to the other end of the work top. The crowd watched in rapt attention as he guided the 9-year-old's head into Christina’s empty cavity. With a good deal of pushing, stretching, and screaming, he succeeded in forcing Cindy's head out of the older girl’s vagina, which now clenched tightly around Cindy's neck as the rest of Cindy was settled into Christina’s belly.

Joe and Simon strained to hold Christina’s belly shut over her squirming little sister as Vaughn used a large needle and strong thread to sew Christina up. Finally done, he took Christina’s hand and helped her down off the table so she could stand bow-legged with her 9-year-old sister's head protruding out her cunt and her distended belly making it look like she was 9 months pregnant.

“Cindy and Christina will be spit roasted in about an hour, and I hope you’ll all come to have a taste about half an hour after, thank you very much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed my demonstration.”

The audience erupted into thunderous applause.

 No.18614

Please keep writing the story. It's really good.

 No.18622

>>18614
Agreed! Would love to know what Trine gets lured into this time!

 No.18623

Sadly, this is not my story. This was written years ago and the author never continued it.

 No.18624


 No.18625

>>18624
I think that's where I read it originally - I notice there is no mention of Cindy's age on that version hehe! Just that she is "much younger" :-P

 No.18627

Don't know much about the age thing. Got the story from a different site called Black Spectre's Stories or something like that. I found this when I started posting stories on BDSMLIBRARY.COM



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