After the two nymphets had their fun the girls were marched off to the showers, where they were cleaned inside and out as well as undergoing a hair removal procedure. Meanwhile, a high school dance troupe performed a routine to entertain the audience, while the army of technicians and assistants bustled around in the background rigging up the cooking equipment. Although the dancers were all beautiful girls dressed in skimpy, tight fitting clothing most of the audience seemed rather bored as they waiting for the meat-girls to return. Right as the spread applause the performance received was about to die down, the girls entered the court again and the scattered claps turned into a roaring applause. It was finally time for the slaughtering to begin.

After the girls had showered, the head chef had come to inspect them, utilizing a, literally, hands on approach. Four girls would be live cooked, while two girls would be slaughtered, their meat turned into burgers and sausages to be served to the audience quickly, while the other girls finished cooking. During his inspection the chef had singled out the girls best suited to each approach.

First up was Rebecka who was a little apprehensive about the situation and had asked to go first, on the account that she didn't want to watch the undoubtedly gory process her friends would go through. She was not resisting in any way, she'd agreed to participate in the tournament without any pressure, but she still felt quite nervous.

When the girls entered the hall again after their cleaning they marveled at all the equipment that had been rigged up while they were gone, with lots of shiny metal devices lined up and ready for action. Some of the equipment they had never seen before, but some were familiar to everyone, like the tall, menacing guillotine right in front of them, which would be the end of little Rebecka in a few minutes. The five remaining girls were seated on elevated chairs on the side of the arena, from where they had a nice view of the action while being clearly visible to the audience.

Despite her reservations Rebecka proudly walked to the center of the court when Mr. Meat called out her name. The spotlight focused on her, and she displayed her nubile body to the onlookers. She was a short girl with a little puppy fat still lingering in just the right places, but calling her chubby would be an exaggeration. Her breasts had barely grown at all, and were little more than bee stings in size but her light pink nipples had swelled up to be nice and puffy. Her thighs had developed nicely, perhaps containing her very best meat. Rebecka turned around to let the onlookers see her backside. Her butt was still on the small side and lacked the pertness that many of her classmates sported, but it was still cute in its own way. Her face was adorable, and her wavy brown hair went down just below her shoulders and had the exact same color as her eyes.

While Mr. Meat gave a short bio of the girl soon to be killed, Rebecka looked up at the guillotine with apprehension, but also arousal; her face was starting to blush and her heart was beating faster. She looked at the fiendishly sharp blade that would kill her in just a few minutes, transforming her from a young girl into a chunk of meat. Despite the the temperature inside the hall being quite comfortable, even in the nude, Rebecka's pink, puffy nipples were hardening.

Two of the assistants, both muscly and tall, gently grabbed Rebecka by her soft arms and led her to the device. They instructed her to lay down on a padded bench which made sure her head lined up with the lunette as she laid down. On the other side of the lunette there was a small headrest, and Rebecka found it quite comfortable. Unlike a conventional guillotine the girl was laying on her back, looking straight at the sharp blade hanging ominously above her. The two men grabbed her arms and chained them over her belly with enough leeway to reach down to her crotch and up to her breasts, but not so far that she could reach her neck. After making sure the the young brunette was secured properly and that the blade was primed and ready, the two men gave the go-ahead for the execution to begin.

Looking at a screen above her, about the same height as the blade and facing downwards, Rebecca saw the numbers 03:00 appear, signalling that she had three minutes before the blade would release. She would be free to utilize that time in whatever way she wished, however, the crowd strongly expected or rather demanded that she used that time to pleasure herself. Rebecka, aroused by the thought of being minutes away from death and by the crowd calling out for her, got to work as soon as the timer started.

With one hand circling over her tingling clit and the other playing with her sensitive nipples she unashamedly masturbated in front of a fully packed hall of spectators as well as her closest friends, who were eagerly cheering her on from the sideline. The rest of the volleyball team found the sight arousing, and before long all of them were masturbating as well. Grace and Naomi reached over and fingered each other, moving their soft fingers just the way they knew the other liked it.

Rebecka was surprised by how uninhibited she performed an act that was previously confined to the utter privacy of her bedroom in front of so many others. A few minutes earlier when the head chef, after touching her nubile body in a way that made her pussy tingle, had assigned her for the guillotine she'd been excited but also nervous, knowing that the everyone expected her to masturbate, and preferably cum, before the blade dropped. Some of the shyness and embarrassment associated with such matters had vanished as soon as she had undressed, and by that ceremoniously been transformed from a young girl to a piece of meat, but she was still a little worried that she wouldn't have the time to orgasm before it was too late. She had no idea how long it usually took her to cum, but she had a feeling it might be quite a bit more than three meager minutes. Trying to focus on the pleasure alone, she closed her eyes.

When Rebecka opened them again, the timer read 01:00, and she was surprised by how quickly the time had passed. She had only a minute to orgasm, which didn't feel like nearly enough. She was hornier than she'd ever been and her pussy was feeling amazing, but her body still needed time to process the stimulation, release the right hormones and send the electrical impulses to her brain letting it know that an orgasm was incoming. Acting quickly she withdrew her hand from her breasts and directed her fingers to her vagina, while the other hand continued working her clit. She found her pink hole very wet and her fingers slipped effortlessly inside, finding her g-spot in no time at all. Again she closed her eyes and intensified her motion.

Her friends watched as Rebecka immersed herself in the pleasure she received from her own body. Along with the youthful, horny eagerness in her movements there was now a hint of something else, a sense of urgency or even desperation. The girls cheered for her with increased vigor, shouting encouraging words and hoping that they would pierce the roar of the crowd.