Chapter 11: A Dining Sensation.


The dining room hummed with the low murmur of conversation and the crystalline chime of forks against porcelain.

Terri took it all in from her seat near the stage—the white linen, the flickering candles, the well-dressed couples leaning toward each other across intimate rounds of four.

A woman in a sapphire gown laughed at something her companion said. A silver-haired man in a bespoke suit swirled wine in his glass, his eyes fixed on the curtained stage with the patient hunger of a man who knew exactly what he'd paid for.

Terri thinking back, times have changed in her lifetime. She hadn't paid much attention to the ASS system when it passed.

Assisted Sexual Service had been one of those legislative shifts that happened while she was chasing a story in Mumbai, and by the time she'd returned, the acronym was everywhere.

Prostitution. Massage parlors. S&M clubs. All folded under the same legal umbrella, all legitimized by the same bureaucratic language about dignity and consent and the right to explore one's fantasies without shame.

And now this—a no-guilt culinary cannibal restaurant where volunteers of all ages became meals and is enjoyed by those who paid for the privilege of eating the once forbidden yet succulent flesh.

Win-win, she thought. The restaurant gets paid for providing a service.

The volunteers have their deepest fantasies fulfilled.

And the diners receive a delicious dinner and a show.

A server appeared at her elbow. Young, bright-eyed, her blonde hair pulled back in a sleek knot.

"Good evening. I'm Vicky, your personal server. Master Philip's has ordered me to be your personal server this evening."

She set down a plate of assorted cheeses, sliced fruit, and a small salad dressed with vinaigrette.

"Can I start you with a drink?"

"Wine. Whatever you're pouring."

Terri's gaze swept the room again.

Still no Penny. "What's on the menu tonight?" Terri knew, she just wanted to hear it be said.

"Mystery menu." Vicky's smile was conspiratorial.

"The guests have no idea who and what they'll be served. The volunteers will be carted in—it's quite dramatic.

The diners get very excited."

She paused.

"Hungry and horny, mostly."

"Fresh Greens and French dressing. Just what I needed." Terri thankful she can finally eat something, she looked at her plate.

"What would you like on it?" The waitress asked.

Terri looked at the tray she was holding, a little of everything, thank you.”

"Would you like some girl bacon bits?” Vicky's wink was practiced but genuine.

"We also have ladyfingers, popcorn toes, and our weekly special—Grilled Avocado Ovaries. One of my favorites." Terri's eyebrow rose.

The server leaned closer. "You're the reporter, right? From Yummy Girl Magazine?"
"Yes I’m Terri Tart, Yummy Girl Publications. We're doing a spread on the restaurant."

"I love the magazine, have every issue, February issue with the twins seven-year-old girls getting gang-banged on a heart shape bed was amazing." Vicky straightened.

“I remember, it was shot in Vegas, afterwards the Twins went to the Chapel-O-Love and married each other.”

"Can I bring you the ladyfingers? They're quite good."

"That sounds terrific." Terri took a sip of wine.

She is about to head to the kitchen when Terri asked.

"Vicky—how much does this evening dinner and show cost? I failed to ask when I was invited." She asked, taking another sip of wine.

"Five grand per couple, I believe." Vicky said it the way another server might announce the price of a bottle of Bordeaux.

Terri almost choked on her drink.

“Five Thousand?” A tad shock at such a price tag. Would her company credit card even cover that?

"Worth every penny, according to out frequent diners."

Vicky disappeared toward the kitchen, and Terri was alone with her salad and the growing murmur of the crowd. The wine was kicking in. Stronger since she hadn’t eaten.

She ate her salad mechanically. Making mini salads on her fork.

Her body was still humming from the bathroom encounter she had with Penny.
Her mouth tasting her lips and Penny's screams as she bit, bite mark she'd left on that pale, pierced breast.

Her new pair of cotton panties were already dampening. She'd stopped being surprised by it.

Where the hell was Penny? She said to herself. What kind of trouble has she gotten herself in this time.

Terri didn’t have time to ponder.

The lights dimmed. The double doors open, music announcing diners arrival.

First came the soup.

A serving cart rolled onto the dining room, pushed by the sturdy cook. On the cart sat an enormous copper tureen, steam curling from its base—on display like a garnish—heads.

The mother and daughters heads on a decretive platter with a show card reading Boilermaker family soup.

Bobbi and Sue heads reclined on either side of their mother head, all three of them, hair styled back to original condition.

The cook ladled soup into porcelain bowls, and the meaty broth was golden and fragrant, flecked with herbs and something richer, something that had boiled with three bodies for hours.

The diners applauded. A man in the front row leaned forward, his napkin forgotten.

"Family Soup," Vicky murmured, reappearing at Terri's elbow.

She set down a small plate of actual ladyfingers, deep fried and a basket of bread.

“Ladyfingers, ironic are finger foods.” Vicky jest.

She looked over at the bowls of soup being served at a table.

"The mother and her daughters add their meat to the broth. It's always a bestseller when families cook together." Vicky giving context and insider information. Nice little note for Terri future article.

Terri watched Mrs. Boilermaker's face, the same warm gesture she'd seen in the larder.

The mother eyes were closed. Her lips were parted. She looked peaceful—more than peaceful. She looked complete.

The soup set before Terri smelt warm and inviting, she tasted it.

Delightful!

Terri savoring each spoonful, subtle differences in the delicious meat bits. She tried to guess which piece were mother, daughters.

She had to admit it was like nothing she had ever tasted—and she loved every drop.

The Boilermakers family heads were wheeled out to another round of applause.

At this point Terri is worried Penny, her intern, her little submissive, may have gotten herself on the menu, or worse, been kicked out the restaurant.

Is this what mothers go through worried about their hot young daughters? The notion made her laugh.

A cart entered, Kerri the little spit-roasted queen came next. Mainly her little head.

Max pushed the cart himself, his stocky frame and his black chef's coat casting a dark silhouette against the dining room lights.

Kerri head had been detached and laid in the center of various cuts of her roasted gymnast's body, all glazed and golden. An apple wedged in her mouth.

The cart stopped by each table. Max would pull out a plate and let the diner choose their cut.

Terri’s dying to try her first real piece of girl meat, funny how just yesterday she wouldn’t have even thought about eating people.

He reached Terri’s table eventually. Greeting her with a rehearsed smile.

Terri looked at the many cuts, an artistic array of sliced portions.

"Please, I’ll try a couple of those ribs." He plated a four rib portion. Sticky, mouthwatering.

She lift it to her lips, Eyes brighten. Terri amazed of the taste. Nothing prepared her for the exquisite flavor of Kerri’s spit roasted spareribs.

“Sorry’ it’s Max correct?” He nodded.

“You haven’t happened to see my photographer turning over hot coal or something?” Terri half joking

“No one’s cooking the kitchen. It’s pretty much shutting down for the night.” Max replied.

“I would mind spit roasting her sweet little ass.” Max said smiling, recalling seeing her get sexually intimate with one of his spits.

A woman in the front row—the one in the sapphire gown—rose from her seat.

She crossed to the room with the deliberate steps of someone who had been waiting for this moment all evening.

Max obviously knew who she was. Still Terri a little taken back from the intrusion.

“Ms Jones, as you can see, your Niece turned out beautifully.” He addressed her with cautious respect.

“Yes, yes’ you truly made her dream come true.” She glanced at Terri.

“And whom may I ask are you?” She addressed Terri, attempting to clean sauce off her face.

“Terri Tart, Yummy Girl Publications.” She stood as a professional curiosity.

“Ah yes’ the reporter Mr Philip spoke of. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said with a haunting smile that made Terri wonder.

Was she looking at her with the same hunger she felt watching the girls cooking.

Was she really so appealing that other would want to eat her. Before today she would of never thought of herself as food.

Terri nipples harden, dam panties again. She tried to be professional since she is representing her publication, yet the wine and her perpetual horniness, hindered it.

“Your Niece turned out deliciously tender and juicy.” Terri replied attempting to take her mind off her own bodies reaction to the ladies presence.

“Yes, she insisted on being spit roasted, I was a tad concerned, the spit would kill her before she got a chance to feel herself roasted. Those spit are pretty thick.”

She pinched his cheek.
“Max here, assure me he had smaller more suitable spit of her small frame body.”

“Her older sister Amy is in tonight’s play as well.” Max commented.

“True, looks like I’m loosing both my Nieces tonight.” She said as if talking about a lost item of no real value.

“Really you must be so proud’ I take it, Amy wanted to be eaten as well!”
“Yes, when they heard this restaurant was opening, they begged me for weeks. Age of consent is six so I really didn’t have a right to say no,”


“So she decided to be performing it live. What part is she playing in the show?” Terri asked, obviously the show going to involve a live cooking as well.

“She wouldn’t tell me her role. Knowing her it will probably involve getting deep fried. One of her kinkiest fantasies.”

“Be a Dear and let me have a thigh steak.” Ms Jones asked Max as she excused herself and return to her table.

More music as the third course entered.

Cindy cart followed, wheeled out by Bard. The cheesecloth had been unwrapped from her face, the corncob pulled from her mouth and set aside on a silver tray. Her eyes were glassy still.,Her lips curved in that dreamy, distant smile.

The flour crust had browned beautifully, cracked in places where her cooked flesh showed through, and Bard had arranged the cocktail onions in a decorative pattern around her sutured pussy lips. The original onions burst during cooking dousing her vagina with onion juices, adding additional flavoring her savory buttered pussy.

The cross-stitches removed from her lips, the corncob that accompanied her through the roasting process now cut into sections.

"Buttery Stuffed Chicken Roast," Bard announced.

"Basted with herbed butter, stuffed with butter cookie dressing. The tender nine-year-old has been an absolute delight to prepare for you fine guest." He was laying it on thick, playing it up for them.

Cindy's lay lifeless, still in a roasted chicken pose, only without the binding, the sound in the room was loud, cheerfully thunderous.

Bard parked at a table of six. Taking orders, he began to carve off pieces.

Vicky return with a bottle of wine. “Refill?” She asked.

“Maybe a little!” Terri feeling better after eating.

“Have you seen my intern, short pigtail girl with a camera and schoolgirl outfit?” Terri asked even more concerns.

“I can check for you! Is their anything else you need?”

“No I’m fine, thank you.”
Vicky stepped off as Bard approached with Cindy.

She looked at Cindy’s perfectly roasted body. She could tell Bard was extremely proud of himself.

“She smells delightful.” Terri remarked.

Cindy already had generous cuts carved out. One of her legs was nearly stripped to the bone.

“Any suggestions as to what I should try,” Terri asked eyes focused on the prize.

“Might I suggest here, juicy and most tender.” He set his carving knife to her inner thigh.

“Yet if you want a taste something that is out of this world, I’d recommend carvings from her upper arm.” Bard using his blade as a pointer.

“Um, I’ll try the upper arm.” Terri decided, she suspect a leaner cut of meat.

He plated her, Cindy flesh carved off the bone like butter, tender and juicy, the seasoning is incredible, the butter and herb aroma trigger her hunger—she had to try it.

A buttery bite, tastebuds going wild, then after tasting it…

“Wow’ this is—” She was at a lost for words.

“I know! Can I cook or what?” Bard boasted.

Terri had to agree yet she would give a lot of credit Cindy. Meat quality matters as well.

He moved on to another table as Terri devoured Cindy’s precious gift, the gift of flesh—of herself.

Terri still had meat in her mouth as Penny enters the dining room.

What is she wearing now? She was no longer in her slutty Schoolgirl outfit.

Surprisingly she looked quite fashionable in a pink dress. A bit tight and form fitting, the hem way too short to be called a dress. Hair pulled back in a business up front, party in the back ponytail.

Some diners were distracted as they watched her movements, the short hemline creepy up as she walked, without panties, made for a show.

Not bothering adjusting dress down Penny continues to walk to Terri table.

“Where have you been and what are you wearing?”

Mr Philip said I wasn’t dressed properly to dine in a restaurant of this caliber’ or something stupid like that!” Penny said grabbing a ladyfinger off Terri’s plate.

“Oh wow, this is so good!” Penny eyeballed another finger.

“Focus Penny, so they gave you a change of cloths?”

“They have bins full of clothing. Mostly kids clothing. I had to dig to find something close to my size.”

Vicky brought over a bowl of soup and a plate with meats collected from Kerri and Cindy. “Here you go ma’am, I set this aside for you!” Vicky address Penny.

Penny went to town on it. Eating quicker then Terri thought humanly possible.

“Breath Penny, so you have been gone all this time looking for clothing?”

“No silly, I was filling out paperwork.” She went back to eating, lifting the bowl,sipping soup right from the bowl.

“Paperwork?” Terri taken back, yet deep down not surprised.

“Wha-what paperwork?” Terri need more then just paperwork.

What has she do now? She is so spontaneously unpredictable.

“I signed up for the restaurant live show, next month.” She smiled with face full of sauce.

“You know that is a live cooking show, it’s like you perform then you’re cooked!” Terri wiping sauce from her face.

“Spit Roasted actually, oops’ That’s a secret.
Mr Philip said for the Mystery Dinner and Show!”

“Okay so you filled out paperwork, and?”

“It was just boring stuff like, Who am I, what are my kinks. Some of the box spaced to write in were small, I couldn’t fit all my kinks.” A check list section to choose what I want done to me and any special request.

“Okay so you filled out paperwork, was there a lot of pages?”

Just one page, front and back. After I sign my life away. Mr Philip said he needed to inspect my meat quality, you know, to see how tasty I will be.”

Penny is doing it again. Making Terri horny as hell.

Terri listen as Penny went off course talking about how horny she got being inspected for meat quality.

Terri’s sexual hunger sparked again, she decided is really going to give it to Penny tonight. Terri has a new strap-on she is dying to try out.

“Okay, so how did the meat inspection go?” Terri asked, her finger pressed, finding her clit.

“Fine, I got a A+ rating, I guess it’s like a grade you get in school.

He said I’d be perfect as a spit roasted, He was making me all wet, I get horny just thinking about my body going over burning hot coals.”

You and me both, Terri said to herself.

“He really liked my piercings. It made him hard, I could see his tented pants.”

“Okay this explains your absence. Anything else?”

“Well I felt bad about giving him a boner so I unzipped his pants and gave him a blowjob!”

Penny went on eating like it’s just an average day for her.”

Terri had a more questions, yet that would only lead down Penny’s horny little rabbit hole.

More music sounded the final course has arrived.

Lucy.

Victor wheeled her out last, and Terri's breath caught in her throat. The honey glaze had caramelized to a deep mahogany.

The pineapple rings had charred at the edges. The cherry-topped toothpicks stood sentinel along her spine, and between her netted thighs, the candy-apple that was once a make shift vibrator, sliced and laid around her like a garish.

Victor had removed the kiwi slices and the cheesecloth revealing a pink cooked head yet no charing.

Lucy's eyes were closed now—a fresh new apple in her mouth.

Penny was quick to take photos of Lucy in all her delicious glory. Kneeling and bending over at times to take perfect pictures, her short cut one piece dress riding up, revealing her sweet little ass to the enjoyment of the diners.

"Miss Ham wishes everyone a good evening," Victor said, his hands holding a two prong fork and carving knife that flickered in the lights.

"She's been dreaming of this moment since she was five. As you can see by her delicious body, it was worth the wait.

This Holiday Ham gave us her all—as you will agree, this ten year old is the perfect age for roasting."

The diners were not shy.
Some rose from their tables, thunderous claps.

As before the cart moved from table to table, diners gleefully selecting choice cuts of Lucy’s tender flesh.

Terri watched a silver-haired man select a portion of her ass cheek. Watched a young woman in a black dress order Lucy’s outer thigh.

The room filled with soft sounds—moans, sighs, the wet noise of mouths chewing on succulent meat.

The cart reach a table near Terri and Penny’s, an elderly woman order strips from her lower back, as an equally old man just wanted the cherry on her right buttock.

Vicky refilled Terri's wine. "The show will be starting as soon as everyone had eaten. Would you like anything else, ma'am?"

"I'm good, just waiting for the Holiday Ham" she said. Penny asked for a cherry coke.

Victor approach with Lucy, or what remained of her.
He didn’t bother with a choice. Lucy’s whole pussy was still intact and her was carving it up for her.

The plump glazed vagina cut like butter, the aroma tickled Terri’s brain, sending a charge to every part of her body.

“This is reserved for you two. The whole vagina laid on a plate, a picture worthy moment and Penny didn’t miss it.

He split the the pussy down the middle, giving a portion to each of them.

Victor waited, waiting to see Terri’s reaction when she taste the sweet morsel on her plate.

Terri smiled up at him, this was one of Lucy’s body Terri had meticulously glazed herself. In essence she helped make this meal, help turn Lucy into something more—more delicious.

Terri cut into her portion, held it up with her fork. She actually smelt like roasted pork. Even better when she tasted it, chewed it slowly, her tongue examining the flavor, texture, exotic meat.

Salty! Like a real ham, honey glazed for the sweet and sour taste. A hint of the candy apple.

Victor smiled as did Terri.
“This is-this is so-I don’t have words for it!” Terri couldn’t describe how she was feeling.

“I know’ right!” Victor smiled moving along.
The carts wheeled away to the other tables.

Vicky cleared the cheese plate and replaced it with a dessert. Ice cream sherbet drizzled with girl cum.

"The show will start in about ten minutes.” Vicky informed.

“The Lost Explorer. It's our signature performance."

"Thank you." Terri glanced toward the carts as they were rolled out, most of Kerri, Cindy, and Lucy bodies gone.

Torches flickered in sconces along the back wall, and the scent of sandalwood drifted through the dining room.

The show was about to start.