Chapter 5

Kayla thrust her fingers deep into Emily’s pussy, pushing upwards to hit her g-spot. While they were waiting for the chefs to finish with Claire, the girls had been quite bored. Their conversation turned to their bodies, and since they were both nude one thing had led to the other. Now they were fingering each other to orgasm, exploring each others familiar yet different girly bits. Emily was fast approaching an orgasm, and just as she hit the peak the door opened and Frank entered. Emily immediately covered her breasts and crotch, while Kayla kept her body just as it had been, legs spread wide with each hand gripping a pussy. Emily grabbed the foreign hand in her vagina and dragged it away, embarrassed to have a man see such an intimate and naughty moment. Kayla responded with licking the redheads juices off her fingers. Clearly, this girl had no shame.

“Having fun?” Frank said after a few seconds of silence had passed. He had seen a lot in his time but this caught him off-guard, just the smell in the room alone immediately revealed what had happened in his absence.

“Mm, yeah” Kayla moaned while Emily’s face turned almost as red as her hair.

“Don’t worry girls, I won’t tell. I have to interrupt you though, you’re up next, Kayla.” The girls gave each other a final hug before Kayla bounced eagerly towards Frank. As Frank was about to close the door, he pulled a small plastic ball from his pocket and threw it to Emily. “Have fun!” he said and closed the door. Emily inspected the object, found what looked like a switch and pressed it. The ball started to vibrate and a steady humming sounded from its core. She instinctively knew where to put it.

“So this is for real now, huh?” Kayla asked as they walked down the hallway towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, in half an hour or so you’re going to be turning over the coals! Are you excited?” Frank replied.

“Of course, it’s just that there’s one thing I was hoping to do before, well, you know.” The usually cheerful girl appeared for a second to a little bothered, but suddenly she grabbed Frank’s hand. “I want you to fuck me.”

Frank flinched. Had Kayla just said what he thought she said? Frank felt a sudden rush of blood streaming towards his crotch.

“I want to know what it feels like, just once! Can you do it to me, please?”

Frank fell silent for a few seconds, a cascade of thoughts bombarding his head. It was a difficult dilemma, on one side having sex with meat-girls was at best frowned upon, and at worst illegal, and on the other side the little brown nymph turned him on to no end. He had almost nutted just from touching her earlier, and had came several times the previous night over the footage he had gotten from her in the shower. This was the one chance he had to turn his fantasies into reality.

“Fuck it,” he said, and dragged the girl into a nearby janitor’s closet. “We should still have a few minutes left before they’re done with Claire.”

Frank pulled a condom out of his pocket. He always carried one “just in case”, and this time it had paid off. He might be a man with questionable morals, but no one could say he didn’t take food safety seriously. His dick almost sprang out of his pants on its own.

“Wow, it’s bigger than I expected,” Kayla said, biting her lower lip seductively. She reached forward and grabbed it, and used her small hands to playfully and curiously squeeze and pull it. Frank almost came just from her touch, and he had to pull his member away to avoid jizzing all over her chocolate-colored body. He threaded the condom over his dick and maneuvered the girl into a position where her hole would be at the right angle and height, ready for penetration. He groped her pussy, running his fingers through the delicate and warm folds of flesh. Kayla was soaking wet, drops of girl-juice running down her thick thighs. There wasn’t much need for foreplay, which suited their tight schedule splendidly. Frank aligned his cock with Kayla’s pink opening, and pushed it inside.

“Ooh,” Kayla moaned as she was filled up with dick for the first, and last time of her life. She was tight for sure but also really horny, and Frank didn’t have to use much force at all to get inside her. He started thrusting gently, a little deeper with each push. It wasn’t long before he hit her cervix. Her pussy had swallowed two thirds of his dick by that point, impressive for such a little girl. Stopping for a moment to pace himself he reached for one of her tits and squeezed it, before trailing his fingers down to caress her smooth inner thighs and her delicious filet, currently impaled on his throbbing member. Slowly he started pumping in and out, building up a steady rhythm, and it felt just as amazing as he had dreamed it would. She gripped his member tightly, and even through the condom he felt the pleasurable unevenness of her inner walls. When he thrust into her she fucked him back, mirroring his movement. They savored the moment together as they both moaned in delight, groping and caressing each other all over.

“Wait, wait. Stop!” Claire suddenly exclaimed.

“What is it, is something wrong?” Frank said, a little out breath, surprised and a bit worried.

“Put it in my ass. I want you to fuck me there.”

“Woah honey, really? That might hurt a bit, are you sure?”

“Of course stupid, I need it! Please!” Kayla pleaded. Frank turned her around so her back was facing him, and tried to find a position that would allow him easy access to her back door. A few clumsy moments of maneuvering ensued before they were ready, Kayla awkwardly propped up between a ladder and a table, her legs spread and her ass sticking out temptingly. She cast a look back at Frank.

“Put it in already!” she commanded.

Frank had never been this horny, and even if Kayla had asked him to take it slowly he wouldn’t have been able to. He put his dick against her puckered, little hole, and with one motion he pushed the entire length of his dick into her.

“Uugh, oh god!” Kayla groaned. In her mind a big, metal spit had just been thrust into her ass. It hurt like hell, but it also turned her on like nothing before. She put her hand on her clit and rubbed it almost violently. Frank pulled his dick completely out before going in for another push. Her tush was so tight it almost hurt him, though that didn’t stand in the way of his pleasure. Gradually he increased his rhythm again, and as he did so Kayla moaned louder and louder. Someone might have heard, but neither of them cared by that point. Kayla came first, suddenly going completely silent before crying out in ecstasy. Her whole body spasmed and contracted. Frank could feel her inner muscles massage his member even more, and he couldn’t hold back much longer. A few thrusts later he came too. The orgasm overwhelmed him, and he barely managed to stay upright while spurt after spurt of sticky, white cum ended up in his condom. He rested for a moment, leaning towards the ladder with his dick still lodged in Kayla’s ass. He carefully pulled it out, revealing a gaping hole that slowly closed.

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“You’re late!” Susan said sternly when Frank walked into the kitchen, Kayla following in his steps. Susan gave Frank a sly smile though, she knew what they had been up to and didn’t dislike it. Happy and satisfied girls always tasted the best, and there were even rumors saying that sexual hormones did wonders for the meat. They still had enough time, so the head chef saw no reason to be more angry than she had to.

“It smells good in here!” Kayla said.

“It’s because of your friend Claire, she’s roasting in that oven over there!” Susan answered. Kayla ran to the oven and peeked inside. Sure enough her friend was inside, turning a light brown color and smelling absolutely delicious.

“Is she … dead now?”

“Yes, but she had a lot of fun in there before she went out!”

“I bet! She must’ve been in there for a while, she’s almost the same color as me now!”

Laughter ensued, and the chefs were charmed by Kayla’s sweet, curious, and oh so naive personality. They were on a schedule though, and it was time to get to work. The girl was placed on her back on a large, metal table. The first thing they did was filling her horny little pussy with stuffing in a similar manner as they had done with Claire. Kayla was going to move around a bit more during cooking, so she wasn’t filled up as much as her friend. She still had a noticeable bump above her pussy though, and she certainly enjoyed the stuffing process. Thanks to some painkillers she didn’t feel that much when they sowed her meaty pussy lips together, and she fancied the new look.

Unlike Claire, Kayla had some size to her titties, and the fat contained within them would melt when exposed to sufficient heat. Though it wouldn’t affect the taste, the appearance would certainly suffer. Therefore, Susan had decided to stuff them. The procedure was similar to that of a boob-job, a cut was made at the bottom of the breast, right were it met her ribs. The contents were scraped out with a heated knife, cauterizing the wounds and stopping most of the bleeding, though a streak of blood still trickled down Kayla’s chest and side onto the table below. Kayla found the process interesting. From her view she was spared from the goriest details, yet she could still clearly see the chunks of bloody fat tissue and mammary glands being pulled out of her perky tits, deflating them into a sorry state. Her mood rise though when the stuffing, made of cheese, toasted mushrooms, onions and fresh herbs were crammed into the cavities the excavations had left behind. The breasts swelled up again and were stretched to their maximum capacity. By the time they were stuffed full and the gashes in them sown shut, they were larger, perkier and rounder than they had ever been. In Kayla’s words, it looked like she’d had a boob job done.

“I’m sure all the ladies in the room will be envious of your tits tonight,” Susan said. Kayla smiled proudly, looking down to admire her modified boobies. “We should move on though. It’s finally time for what you’ve been waiting for!”

“Are you going to spit me now? Really? Oh my god, I’m so excited!”

“Just stand on all fours, put your ass up and out and we’ll take care of the rest.” Susan said while two of the other chefs came carrying a shiny, sharp metal spit. Kayla gasped when she saw it, and butterflies formed in her stomach. Now, the spit needs a little help getting inside of you,” Susan said as she poured some cooking oil into Kayla’s crotch. The girl squirmed when the cold oil hit her sensitive flesh.

“We’ll have to open you up a little before we can push the spit in.” Susan started working the oil into Kayla’s butt using her gloved hands and fingers. Kayla whimpered from pain as her activities with Frank in the janitor’s closet had made her butt sore. Still she knew that the spit would be even wider than Frank’s cock had been, so she relaxed as much as she could and tried to enjoy it. This moment was what it all had been building up to and she wasn’t going to let anything ruin it.

Susan felt the girl relax after a couple of minutes of gentle, loving massage. It was time to impale her. Susan peeled off the gloves and used her hands to guide Kayla’s body into the right position. She carefully lined up the tip of the metal rod with Kayla’s tushie, and instructed the two chefs holding the spit to start pushing. The tip disappeared into the brown body without much effort. When a couple of inches were in, Susan instructed the chefs to stop.

“Are you ready Kayla? Even though you’re on painkillers this will hurt,” she said.

“I’m ready. Push it in!” Kayla answered and braced herself for the pain.

The chefs pushed, and the tip breached the walls of Kayla’s guts.

“Aah,” the girl moaned, gritting her teeth. It ached terribly in her abdomen, and as the chefs pushed the spit into her the pain followed, creeping up through her tummy. It was much worse than Kayla had pictured, but she was determined to get through it. Frank stood by her side and stroked her hair, comforting her.

“You’re so brave!” he said. “It will get better, you just have to get through this part.” Kayla simply nodded, not feeling like speaking at the moment. The spit continued its journey through the girl until it suddenly met some resistance. This was a usual occurrence and the chefs knew what to do, but they also knew it wouldn’t be pleasurable for the girl. With a coordinated thrust they pushed the spit through whatever was in its way.

“Aaah!” the girl screamed in pure agony.

“Shh, the pain will stop soon. You’re doing so well!” Frank tried to comfort her, but to no avail. The girl cried and screamed, and more worryingly, started to squirm in a feeble attempt at escaping the pain.

“Please stop! Take it out again, I don’t want to do this! Please!” she cried, leaning forward to remove herself from the sharp metal embedded deep into her body.

“No no no, you have to stay still, Kayla! We’re almost there!” Frank cried at her. It didn’t help, and Frank had no other choice than to hold her in place by force, allowing the impaling to continue.

“Get off me! I want my mommy and daddy! I want it to stop!” Kayla cried, tears streaming down her beautiful face. The chefs ignored her pleas and pushed the spit further into her. “Nooo!” Kayla cried. She could feel new parts of her innards being pierced, the spit doing irreparable damage to her young, nubile body. The chefs expected the spit to come out into Kayla’s throat any second, but instead they hit a new obstacle. That was unusual at the current stage, and was definitely caused by all the squirming. The chefs had no choice but to push on through.

As they forced the spit deeper, Kayla suddenly went still, and so did the whole team of chefs. The girl could feel something was very, very wrong, more so than just having a spit running cleanly through her body. She felt a peculiar sensation in the back of her throat, and felt the urge to cough. But instead of air, she coughed up a mouthful of thick, dark red blood. With a retching sound it came flying out of her mouth, splattering the table below her with her vital fluid. She went right into shock, and unable to think straight she coughed again, even more blood gushing out her mouth, staining her lips a dark crimson. Some of it went through her nose, and from there it ran down over her lips and chin before ending up in the growing puddle on the floor. By the third cough she was bringing up slimy chunks of flesh, landing in her mouth before she spat it out.

The gruesome sight had taken the team off guard, and for a few moments they had simply let things unfold. They had to do something though, and decided to continue pushing the spit through, hoping to plug the leakage. Frank held Kayla’s throat still to grant the spit free passage, staining his white uniform strikingly red, but the poor girl only started thrashing and flailing even more as panic took over her mind.

Frank decided to take action, and although it broke his heart to do so he grabbed the longest knife within arms reach. He brought it to Kayla’s back, pointing it towards her heart. He paused for a second to get his aim straight, then in one swift motion plunged the knife through the back of Kayla’s ribs and straight into her heart. Kayla went still, then with some twitches her body finally relaxed. The remaining air in her lungs was squeezed out, and the last sounds to come out of her mouth were nothing more than grotesque, weak gurgles. With the girl finally still the chefs pushed the spit all the way through, and when it emerged from her throat it was colored a deep crimson, with bits and pieces of Kayla’s internal tissue still clinging to it.