Pt 2

“Okay, great!” the young woman from the kitchen grinned, ticking the three girls’ names off on her clipboard. “As you can probably see, our dinner rush started just under an hour ago so we need to be ready to get you cooking in about ten to fifteen minutes.” Rosie glanced up at the clock. It said five minutes to seven so she knew her parents would be in the restaurant when she was put into the pot. She hoped they would stick around long enough to get a taste!

“First thing we need to do is get you all cleaned and scrubbed.” grinned the woman. “Now I’m sure you’re all got nicely washed up before you came,” Rosie couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Bobbi who looked a little sheepish but was still smiling, “but there’s a difference between how clean you have to be for a nice evening out and how clean you need to be for cooking!”

The girls and their guide or supervisor or whatever she was correctly termed were stood just inside the kitchen. There was quite a hustle and bustle going on with naked girls and young woman being led around to the different prep-stations, being prepared by the chefs for the oven or spit or even, in some cases, already cooking ready for the private parties that had ordered them. There were girls as young as four or five, their chubby little bodies being cooked like roast chickens or suckling pigs, all the way up to young women of nineteen or twenty with their curvy figures and big boobs, plus every age and size of girl in between. Rosie knew that most older girls got chopped up rather than whole-cooked but there would still be parties, mostly made up of young men out for a birthday or stag night, who would order a busty young woman cooked for their dining pleasure, even if her meat would not be nearly as tasty as that of a little girl.

In addition to all the live or recently-alive girls, there were trays of meat, some of which was still identifiable as particular body parts and some which could really have been anything. These cuts from butchered girls provided the bulk of the meat for the guests in the main dining room, if they ordered from the menu rather than opting for the carvery, of course.

“I’m sorry there won’t be too much time to explore.” The young woman in the blue polo-shirt apologised as she led them through the kitchen towards the cleaning area, “But we really are on quite a tight schedule! Do by all means look around as we go ‘though.” she smiled. The other girls might have been a little disappointed not to get a full tour of the kitchen but this honestly suited Rosie down to the ground. She wasn’t there for a lesson on how industrial kitchens work, she was there to be cooked and was very much looking forward to getting on with it!

As they reached the cubicles that looked more or less like normal showers, two teenage girls emerged, soaking wet and giggling. They both looked to be around fourteen or fifteen years old with an appealing amount of baby-fat left and round, squishy-looking boobs with puffy nipples.

“They’re on their way to one of our very exclusive dining rooms.” the woman explained as they were led away by a tall, broad-shouldered man in a black formal shirt. “They’ll be cooked in front of the guests. I think it’s a singer and his entourage, although that sort of thing is kept on a strictly need-to-know basis and it seems that nobody thought I needed to know! Oh well!” She chuckled. “Let’s get you three clean! Don’t want the public going hungry, do we?” The three little girls giggled happily.

“So what do we do?” Emma, the blonde destined for the oven, asked. “Is it just like a normal showed?”

“First, yes.” The woman smiled. “There’s non-scented soap in there. Please was yourselves thoroughly all over as you would in the shower at home. Once you’re clean I’m afraid we have to apply the salt scrub which, I’m sorry to tell you, is probably the most painful thing you’ll experience today, including being cooked. But the good news it that doesn’t last too long and is quickly followed by rubbing butter into your skin. I’ve never seen a girl not enjoy that in all the months I’ve been working here!”

“At least I get a normal shower first!” Bobbi giggled, speaking quietly so only the other girls could hear her as they each stepped up into a different cubical. They were very like the kind of shower you might find in a hotel room or spa but with no curtain in front. Instead, they were about twice the length of a normal shower cubical, easily big enough for two adults to stand comfortably, and making the shower itself far enough from the opening that no water would splash out.

As the water started automatically, at a surprisingly comfortable temperature, Rosie noticed what could only be restraints hanging from the ceiling and down close to the floor. They consisted of thick straps, fastened with Velcro and attached to ropes which looked as if they could be pulled further out from the wall or retracted as necessary. There was a switch on the left-hand wall marked “Lock” which presumably, when activated, would fix them into place. Rosie gave a little shudder at the thought that she would soon be bound by them while her delicate young body was roughly scrubbed all over with salt!

For now, however, the water was pleasant and the soap pumped from the dispenser on the wall felt nice and tingly against her skin. Of course she had showered that morning and again before putting on the bikini and getting in the car, not to mention her bath the night before, but Rosie understood the importance of meat being clean – she didn’t want anyone who ate her to get a tummy ache after all!

She lathered the soap in her hands and carefully applied it all over, paying extra attention to her intimate areas and chest. After all, she was going to be eaten in less than an hour so why shouldn’t she have a little fun along the way. From the sounds she could hear through the partition walls on either side, both her fellow meat-girls had the same idea! Knowing she did not have too much time for playing as she needed to start cooking soon, however, she rinsed off then called over her shoulder that she was ready for the salt.

She had expected that it would be applied by the young woman who had apparently been assigned to watch over them but instead she was surprised to see a young man, certainly no older than twenty five, step in in waterproof shoes but otherwise dressed like the young woman. He had a large tub in his hand which Rosie knew must contain the salt.

“Face me and spread your legs, please.” He instructed in a business-like manner, apparently understanding that what he was about to do was invariable unpleasant for the meat-girls and therefore wanting to maintain a degree of professional distance with them. A little startled but cooperative, Rosie did as she was told and the young man crouched down to secure her wet ankles with the floor-level restraints which did, as she had suspected, pull out further from the wall as required. He moved her feet slightly to what he knew from long experience to be the correct position, a little more than shoulder width apart.

“Thank you. Now raise your arms.” Once again Rosie did as she was told and the young man pulled the restraints down to cuff her wrists before positioning her in an X shape and flicking the switch to lock her in place. “Please try to pull against the restraints, but not too hard.” Rosie gave an exploratory tug with her right wrist. The rope no longer had any give. She tried to pull her feet closer together but they were similarly locked. “Good.” The young man said again. “Thank you. Now, I’m about to begin the salt scrub. I will make it as brief as possible but I do need to be thorough. Do you understand?” Rosie gave a rather nervous nod. “Good. Now, I’m sorry, but this is definitely going to hurt!”