Pt 4

Emma looked with a degree of envy at the handsome young man who was prepping Rosie, given that she herself had just received a rub-down from a woman around her mum’s age who reminded her very much of a strict teacher. Bobbi, on the other hand, didn’t seem to interested in who was giving her the actual treatments, which happened to be a kind-faced man well into his fifties who had the look of a school caretaker or someone who worked in a garage, she was simply enjoying the experience itself.

Once the girls’ scrubbed pink bodies were reasonably dried off, the soft butter ready for the rubdown was retrieved. The girls were instructed to climb up onto the metal prep tables and lay on their fronts. Bobbi mounted hers with no problem but the other two girls who were a little shorter, needed a little assistance. Just as Rosie felt the first touch of her young man’s slippery hands on her back, the young woman who had collected them from the waiting room came over and advised the workers that the girls would be needed any moment and they needed to hurry up. Hearing this sent a shiver of excitement through Rosie’s young body, enhanced, no doubt, by the feeling of the cold metal table on her sensitive nipples. It would not be much longer before she was meat in the pot!

The feeling of the warm butter being rubbed into her skin was amazing – it more than made up for the pain of the salt-scrub. The sensation, coupled with the cosy smell and warmth of the kitchen made Rosie feel like she may already be in Heaven! Once her firm buttocks and legs were rubbed, the young man signalled for her to turn over onto her back. As she did so, she propped herself up a little on her elbows and saw an apparently dead girl, around her own age and bright pink with steam rising from her delicious-looking body, being wheeled into the space beside her. The smell of the cooked meat blended ever so appetisingly with the aroma of the butter.

“Is that who I think it is?” She asked with a grin.

“Yup!” The young man who was now rubbing butter into the tops of her thighs confirmed with a chuckle. “She’s just come out the pot. They’re going to cut her up now and then her meat will go in the stew ready for you to serve out until you go the same way!”

“What are they going to do with her head?” Rosie asked with interest as that of the girl next to her was removed with a cleaver and set to one side.

“They preserve most of the heads from boiled or butchered girls,” he explained, lifting and rubbing one of her arms leaving all her weight on the other, “it’s the two prep methods that don’t damage them, not like the oven or the spit. Only way you can preserve the head of one of those girls is if you cut it off pretty early on. Some parents do ask for that.”

“My parents haven’t requested my head, as far as I know.” Rosie gave a little shrug. “I don’t think they’d have any use for it if they did! What will happen to mine?”

“It will go into the gift shop.” The man smiled down at her. “Either as a trophy or…”

“Or what?” the young girl asked.

“Or the other thing they do with them,” the man laughed a little enigmatically, “for people who want a more practical souvenir!” Rosie just looked at him with puzzlement.

“He means they preserve you with your mouth open so men can put their things into it if they want to!” Bobbi called over, grinning cheekily. Glancing over to reply, Rosie noticed that the tom-boy, who was currently having her undeveloped but meaty chest massaged, had the tips of her fingers inside her own pussy. Rosie has of course touched herself down there before and knew how nice it felt but had only ever done so in private. Laying out in the open with no attempt to hide it struck her as particularly brazen, although the relaxed expression on Bobbi’s face seemed to suggest she did not even realise what she was doing was taboo and the man massaging the butter into her skin was certainly saying nothing about it!

“Their things?” Rosie asked innocently. “You mean keys and coins and stu…” The truth suddenly hit her and she blushed, embarrassed by her own innocence. “Oh!” she giggled. “Those things! Well I don’t really care, I’ll be dead anyway! I hope whoever buys my head enjoys it whatever way they want to!”

“I’m sure they will!” her prepper chuckled, “Now, lay back for me, please.” Rosie did as she was told and he began to rub the butter into her chest, over her ribs and into her belly then ventured lower. Rosie was just about to ask if it would be okay to do what she had seen Bobbi doing when she felt the man’s own buttery fingers slip inside her! The large fingers of this handsome and very experienced young man felt far better than anything she could imagine doing her herself and Rosie lay back to enjoy the last few minutes of the massage, imagining how in a fairly short time she would be on the next table over while her body was taken apart to be mixed into the stew while the girl would would take her place was being prepped.

All too soon, however, the massage was over and all three girls were back on their feet, shiny and ready to cook, all three looking very excited and far happier than they had coming out of the shower.

“Wow!” the woman who had come to collect them grinned, “All three of you look delicious! Let’s get you out to the cooking area. Ready to greet your public?” She led them to the big swing doors which led into the main dining room. Rosie took a deep breath, excited by the prospect of having her naked body on display to hungry diners as she walked between the tables where she would very soon be eaten.

“Sure am!” She grinned and the other two nodded in agreement. “Let’s go!”