Later

Most of the boys had stuck around to get a bite of Eleonora’s meat, and had spent the last hour or so dragging any girls that took their fancy off into the bushes or into a bathroom to work up an appetite.

Becky, who was the current favourite of a boy named George, was pretty sure he had been joking earlier when he threatened to try and get her slaughtered for school lunches, but still felt the need to try and convince him that she was too skilled to waste on a meal. She spent half an hour fucking his brains out, and then, adjusting her dark plaid skirt, she went to get at the front of the line so that George wouldn’t need to wait to eat.

Unluckily for Becky, George was ready for round two, and when he couldn’t find her, he yanked a passing brunette girl of about 15 off her feet by the ponytail and made up his mind that although Becky was hot, if something didn’t change soon she wasn’t worth wasting any more time with.

As he walked to the oval with his new conquest trailing after him, George caught sight of Becky waving him over from the front of the queue. As soon as Becky saw the brunette – a younger girl she’d seen around before, she thought her name was Sally? – her spirits dropped. George was kind for the most part, but if he hadn’t been able to find her when he was horny he was liable to get nasty later. She nearly burst into tears thinking not only about the particularly rough fucking that was almost certainly in her future, but also that she had let him down. Pushing these thoughts down though she smiled and handed him a girl burger with the lot, just the way she knew he liked them, and then nearly cried again when he took the burger she had grabbed for herself and handed it to Sally.

“Come on”, said George roughly, “I always like seeing balls being made, and I want to talk to Mr Baker about the lunch lotto”. As he said this he eyed Becky nastily, and she gulped, beginning to suspect that she had accidentally annoyed him more than she had feared.

They made their way over to the table where one of the teachers was beginning to construct a ball from Eleonora’s beautiful head. Several other teachers were looking on with mild interest, although they had all seen this many times before they were enjoying their burgers and had nothing better to occupy their time for the moment.

As they joined the onlookers George spotted Mr Baker on the far side of the group, and he pulled the increasingly scared Becky by her hand as he led her over to talk to him.

“Hey Mr Baker, I was just wondering how the lunch lotto worked during school holidays” asked George, as Mr MacPherson began wrapping Eleonora’s head in its own hair to provide more padding.

“Well George, as you know many of the girls go home for the holidays, but usually most of the male students remain at the boarding school, so while we won’t run through as many girls in the next few weeks we’ll still need some volunteers.” While Mr Baker was saying this, Mr Macpherson was lowering the head, which now resembled nothing more than a large ball of red hair, into a hemisphere of worn girl leather, taken from a long forgotten student as punishment for a long forgotten infraction.

Becky looked on with horror as she heard George and Mr Baker talking, and imagined her own head in that place. Her stomach growled, and she was increasingly aware both of the delicious smell coming from what was left of her formerly stunning classmate, and of the very real possibility that she would be in the same position very soon.

Becky knew that she was pretty, but she also knew that the was nothing compared to Eleonora, and with the words of Mr Arnell echoing in her mind she was becoming more and more terrified that she would not see her next semester.

As the second half of the ball was placed over the decapitated head of the once beautiful girl, and Mr MacPherson began stitching it up with a heavy cord made from tightly woven girl leather, Becky drew her attention back to the conversation at hand.

“Yes I think she would make an excellent roast, and she’s a bit on the smaller side so we could just stick her in the oven for the midsummer feast next weekend. Take her over to the volunteer sheet on the wall over there, and have her put her name down for the lotto”

Sally, for her part, was in a daze following her recent elevation. She had never been fucked by a boy before; her tits had only just started to come in, and although some girls are hot during their gangly younger teenager years she was not one of the lucky ones. She honestly hadn’t heard a word anyone had said since George grabbed her hair, and she stared happily into the distance while munching on her burger. She would have to remember to thank Becky for grabbing one for her, Becky was so nice.
George thanked Mr Baker and grabbed both Becky and Sally by the hand, leading them over to the volunteer sheet. Having noticed that Becky was too busy staring at Eleonora’s head to listen to the conversation he leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“What do you think Becky? Would you make a good ball?”

He then turned to Sally and asked her if she thought Becky would taste as good as Eleonora had. Sally, who was still in her own little world, just smiled at him and nodded, figuring that this was probably the answer he wanted, though she hadn’t heard the question.

At this the tears that Becky had been trying so hard to keep down finally broke through. She couldn’t decide what was worse, that she had disappointed George so much he was willing to get rid of her permanently, or that she was probably going to die, to have her flesh eaten and her head kicked around until it fell apart.

As George led them to the sheet, Sally dotingly at him and Becky snivelling quietly, tears streaming down her face and her glasses beginning to fog up, he was sure that he had made the right choice. Clearly the bitch wasn’t long-term girlfriend material, and the lesson she was to be turned into would take a long time to fade in the memory of his fucktoy.

George reached out and grabbed the pen, before handing it to Sally, who was still so self absorbed that she didn’t even realise what she was signing. Becky stared in confusion, before George pushed her up against the wall by her neck and whispered in her ear.

“If you ever leave me without a warm hole while I’m horny again, I promise that you will have the same fate as that brainless piece of meat”, and with this he gestured with his head towards Sally before continuing. “Now, what do you say now that I’ve been kind enough to give you a second chance?”

Becky could barely breathe, her feet were kicking ineffectually against the wall as she was choked, but she just managed to squeeze out “Thank… you… master…”.

George smiled and let her fall to her knees. Becky saw the erection in his pants, and took him into her mouth while he stared at Sally, imagining her headless body roasting in the oven in little more than a week. The best part was, she didn’t seem to have noticed. This was going to be fun.