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."