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