Christina and Joan

Christina and Joan
By
A Cannibal

My name is Tom and I run a small dude ranch in Canada. Every year my friend Mary comes up from her home in the states to relax. She pays nothing for or should I say very little. You see Mary also bring me food in the form of two girls.
Yes I am a cannibal and so is Mary as of 3 years ago. On one of her visits I caught her 2 teenage daughters playing cannibal in my kitchen. Much to my surprise Beth and Carrie both were playing the role of meat.
When questioned, it turned out the girls really did want to be cooked. When their mother agreed there after their begging her plans were made and they were roasted.
 This had become an annual event with Mary bringing two girls up her for the best week of their lives. This was followed up by a week of fine dining on their roasted flesh.
I’ve eat other children, my preference, though out the rest of the year. Still somehow they don’t taste as good as what Mary brings up on her visits. It might be that mine are street kids and not happy about being cooked, while hers are always volunteers.
You might ask why I don’t choose some of my costumers and their children. That is simple they are clients and I wanted and need their return business.
This means no matter how cute and edible the girls were, again my preference is for young girls around puberty, so I never touch them. I also have to put up with eating cow meat instead of girl when the costumers are here; luckily it’s only for a few months.
 A car pulled up the gravel drive and into the parking space. Mary climbs out the driver’s side and waves to me. From where I’m standing I can’t see much of the passenger side. I can see movement behind the windshield but the sun is glaring off of it.
Mary walks up to the porch and gives me a friendly kiss on the cheek.
“Oh it so nice to be here. I hope you like the food I bought along. Don’t worry they know their food so you won’t have to tippy toe around the subject,” she says teasingly.
I chuckle saying, “I’m sure I’ll like the meat, you all ways bring such me delectable children for dinner.” She smiles and waves to the car which rocks as the climb out. I see a pair of young black girls come into view.
“I hope you don’t mind dark meat,” Mary says with a giggle.”
“Not at all, I’m no raciest,” I tell her as I watch the girls walk up to us.
The smaller of the two is wearing a total girl tee shirt. She didn’t really have to advertise because the shirt was poking out slightly. The other girl was a couple years older. She wore a pink blouse and had a nice pair of tits hidden under it. Both wore a short shorts showing off their meaty legs.
“This is Joan she’s 10 and this is her 12 year old sister Christina,” Mary said.
Joan asks, “Are you really going to cook and eat us?”
“Yup that’s the plan, but it will be toward the end of the week,” I tell her.
 There is disappointment in Christina’s voice as she says, “we have to wait a week? Why?”
I laugh and tell her, “all volunteers wait that long. Each day you get to practice being meat. You might like to roast in the oven or maybe BBQ pit is more your style. One you’ve decided method I have to go over recipes with the two of you. I really want you both to enjoy your cooking experience, when the time comes. Mary your usual room waits. Girls, or should I call you meat, come with me and I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”
I lead them into the kitchen and into a big walk in fridge. I’ve clean off two shelves so the meat will have a place to sleep.
“It’s cold in here,” Christina says.
 I see they’re shivering so I say, “Hmm, I perhaps your right it is a bit cool in her for live meat. The others I’ve put in here never complain. Of course they are permanently asleep when I put them in here. I have another place you can sleep. What would you say to a nice warm oven instead?”
The girls are now grinning as I lead them to a large oven. I open it up and show the girls the ovens canvas inside. It’s big enough to hold the two girls with room to spare.
“Can I try it out?” Joan asks excitedly.
I answer, “Yes, but remember you’re meat and meat doesn’t wear clothing. So it’s time to take your clothes off, both of you.”
Both girls blush and start to take their clothing off, shoes first.
As Christina unbutton her blouse she asked, “Are you going to fuck us before cooking?”
 My answer is, “I’ll be honest with you. The answer is yes, although I don’t call it fucking. I call it tenderizing and I hope both of you will let me tenderize you a lot.”
Mary came into the kitchen and teasing says, “oh I see its dinner time already.”
“We’re not going to be cooked yet are we Tom?” Joan asks with a little fear in her voice.
Mary chuckles, “No little one I was just teasing. I’m sure Tom is just going to inspect you, don’t worry.”
Christina says, “I’m not worried about cooking.  He wants to fuck us but he calls it tenderizing. Neither of us has been fucked, um, I mean tenderized before. Is it fun?”
“Its lots of fun,” Mary says.
“You girls sure are full of questions. I’ll answer some more, but right now I want to inspect you. Then how about a practice run in the oven?” I say.
 I receive a pair of smile as an answer.
Joan steps up to me I rub my hands over the 10 year olds body. The girl has just a hint of breast development and a rounded stomach. As I stick my middle finger inside her lovely little slit Joan let out a little squeak of surprise. As I begin to wiggle my finger inside her and soon she starts moaning.
“Something to look forward to later on,” I say removing my finger.
I continue inspecting the younger of the two meat packs. I feel her meaty ass and thighs before saying, “you my dear are grade A meat. Mary would you tie her hands and seat her in the roasting pan, while I inspect her sister.”
I move over to where the 12 year old has been standing watching me inspect her sister.
Like Joan, Christina has black curly hair and brown eyes. The similarity ended there this meat pack has a nice pair of b size breasts. Her stomach is taut and she is curving at the hips. She spreads her legs without even being asked allowing me access to her love box. My finger finds their way inside her and soon I have Christina moaning in pleasure.
I pulled my finger out though before she could orgasm. I wanted to taste her virgin juices directly not off my finger.
After the inspection I tied the meat’s hands and placed her in the roasting pan.
“You’re sure you’re not going to roast us now? I think I want to be a barbequed when I cook.” Christina said.
Laughing I say, “No I’m not going to cook you now, as for a BBQ yes you would look good rotating over coals. You may change your mind though once tried the other methods.”
With that said the girls were shoved in the oven. It was cold and dark inside so neither one was impressed.
“I guess it be ok for sleeping,” Christina said.
“Yea this is a lot better than that cold refrigerator. This is boring I thought being cooked alive was going to be more fun,” Joan complained.
Both girls jump at the sound of the oven starting and noticed an orange glow surround them. Before long they began to feel the heat and started to worry.
“That enough I want out now,” Christina shouts.
“It’s getting hot in here,” Joan screams.
 Mary says, “I think they want out now.”
I smile at her as I say, “yes but the only problem is they have yet to enjoy their selves. I’ll give them another 5 minutes and see if they discover the joys of roasting. Besides they’re in no danger of cooking the oven only set at 100 degrees.”
As the screams from the oven increase Mary says, “Doesn’t look they they’re going to cum in there today. Tell you what I’ll have a little talk with them later.”
So I take them out of the oven much to their relief.
“How did you enjoy your time in the oven?” I ask.
Joan answers, “I don’t think I want to be cooked anymore.”
Christina nods in agreement, “I didn’t like it either.”
Mary says, “fine I take you back home and return you to your stepfather. I’m sure he’ll take his time killing you like he did your mother.”
The girls paled and shook their heads with Christina saying, “On second thought maybe being cooked isn’t so bad, but not the oven for me.”
“That’s better. Take a shower and I’ll fix us something to eat. How does people food sound?”
The girls are smiling as Mary leads them out of the kitchen for a shower and I hope a talk.
I make several sandwiches out of the last girl I roasted. I never did get her name and she didn’t have a chance to give it to me before she was roasting in the oven. That was a little over a week ago and there was still enough meat on the teenager’s bones to feed my guest for a few more days. The meat from the right calf made a dozen sandwiches.
A bottle wine was uncorked for the guests. Giving the girls wine would sweeten their meat when it came time for them to cook.
When Mary and the meats came back from showering I gave them the sandwiches. The girls nibbled at first, but once they found out how tasty they were they devoured their sandwiches.
As they ate one girl or another would let out a snicker. I have a feeling that it had something to do with the talk they had with Mary.
After we’ve eaten I take the girls to a secret room. I see amazement on their faces as they stare at the wall with girl’s heads hanging on them.
“This is my trophy room. Only the prettiest girl’s heads go up here,” I say waiting for the inevitable question.
“Are Christina and my head going to go up on the wall too?” Joan asks.
I rub my chin and study their faces as if thinking about it before saying, “well neither of you is bad looking so I guess I could put your heads up there.” Both girls frown upon hearing they weren’t beautiful.
Mary laughs “don’t let him fool you. You’re both beautiful and of course he’s going to display you heads.”
I too begin to laugh, “of course they are I was just playing with the food. Now where should I display your heads?”
Christina turns to Mary asking, “Which ones are your daughters? Can our heads hang next to them?”
Mary points to the heads of her daughters and answers, “Carrie is on the right and Beth is right next to her the left.”
“Christina let me put this around your neck. There now stand under trophies so I can see how it looks,” I say snapping the plaque shut around her beautiful neck.
She smiles and stands between Beth and Carrie’s heads.
Rubbing my chin in thought I say, “Christina I need you to give me a surprise look. Hmm, yes that a good. I like the wide eyed look and puzzlement on your face. Aright Joan it’s your turn.”
I place a plaque around the 10 year olds neck and have her stand next to her sister. She needs no encouragement to make a face like Christina’s wide eyed stare.
“Girls I want you to give me an expression of fright now. Excellent! now one of content and happiness. That’s it, that’s the one I’ll use. Hold it let me get a picture and you’ll be able to see yourself then.”
I shoot them with various expressions from rage to euphoria and show them the results. They giggle at themselves in the pictures forgetting for the moment that their heads will be mounted with one of the expressions.
After awhile Mary asks, “Who wants to soak in the hot tub?”
Both Joan and Christina’s eyes light up as they shout, “I do, I do!”
The already naked girls are led out to the hot tub where slide into the hot water, with deep sighs. Mary and I disrobe joining our future dinner a few minutes later in the hot tub.
I move over next to Christina and start rubbing her between the legs. She begins wiggling and drives a finger my finger into her pussy. As for me I begin to become aroused.
I whisper into Christina's ear, “Would you like to be tenderized now?”
She responds with a giggle and a nod. We climb out and trot to my bedroom.
We fall to the bed kissing each other. I feel no love for her only hunger, as I taste her mouth. Now my lips move from her mouth to her breasts. I suck on them, but she has yet to be bred so I get no milk out of them.
Christina is gasping as move even further down her body. I finally arrive at her clean shaven love box and stick tongue in it.
A sequel of delight erupts from the girl as I lick her. She arches her back driving her hips further into my face.
Christiana has her first orgasm a few minutes later, and then she falls limp in orgasmic bliss. Her screams can even be heard out at the hot tub where Mary and Joan are having their own fun.
Both were knelling in front of the water jets, which were shooting water at the cunts. Joan couldn’t believe how good this felt.
Mary said, “I think Tom uses this as a stew pot sometimes. All he has to do is throw a few veggies in here and let you simmer for hours. Your meat would fall off your bones.”
A panting Joan said, “It might be alright for someone else. Ahh! I don’t think I want to end up as stew though. Umm!”
Back in the bedroom I’m as hard as a rock and in desperate need of release. I move Christina around so her slit is lined up with my raging cock. Before she knows what happing I pull her onto my penis. Christina eyes fly open in surprise as I penetrate her virgin sex.
I ask, “Does it hurt?”
She smiles before shaking her head no. Christina explains “I was just surprised. Mary said I should be relaxed and I was.”
I kiss her on the forehead before pushing deeper inside the girl. All too soon my seed explodes inside the Christina. It had been to long since I had a willing girl for sex and dinner.
As we both lay there recovering from our tryst in bed my thoughts turned to her little sister. Will she be as good as this one in bed? Will she taste the same raw or cooked? With that thought in mind he got out of bed and went out to the hot tub.
I slid into the hot water next to Joan and began fondling the preteen.
“I really enjoyed tenderizing your sister and I’m looking forward to doing you too,” I say with a mischievous grin.
She giggles saying, “Mary says it fun. Do you want to tenderize me now?”
For an answer I stand up reach down and scoop up the girl into my arms. I carry her into another bedroom where she is deposited on the bed.
“I’m afraid your sister drained me for the moment, but with your help I’m sure I can arise to the occasion real fast. What I need you to do is suck my think in return I’ll lick your slit,” I tell the preteen girl.
Joan contemplates this for only a heartbeat before take my manhood into her hot moist mouth. It feels so good to have child meat suck me off. This is because; I don’t dare do it with the unwilling captives for they might bite my cock off.
I’m enjoying the blowjob so much that I never make it into her love box. Instead my cum explodes inside Joan’s mouth. She sputters at first, but recovers very quickly. I feel her tongue dancing over my member as she tries to get every last drop of cum she can.
Over the next few days I let the girls enjoy the amenities of the ranch has to offer such as horseback riding. There was also a lot of tenderizing done which they enjoy.
I also show them recipes I have and videos of girls being cook in various ways. Joan has decided she wants to be an oven roast after seeing a video’s of girls slow roasting while playing with themselves. Christina wants to go over the coals. She seems to likes the idea of having butter rubbed into her skin.
The next morning I’m up at dawn to begin getting the BBQ by throw large logs into the bottom of the pit and set them ablaze.
I head back to the kitchen and open the oven door to awaken the meat.
“Wakeup lunchmeat I have to get you ready to cook,” I say to Christina.
She murmurs something about letting her sleep which I ignore. Instead I carefully pick up the meat, so as not to disturb her sister, and place her on a cart. I wheel her into the bathroom for cleaning.
She awakens when I begin to wash her delicious body.
Cristina gasp then says, “I thought there’d be more time before you cook me.”
“Normally, yes, I would do all this and get you over the coals this afternoon. The problem is there rain storm due in this then. So I have two choices, first roast you in the oven alongside your sister, but you said you wanted to go over the coals. The second choice is I can get you barbecued before the storm comes in.”
She gave a little smile saying, “There is a third way you could eat me raw.”
“Do you want to be alive when Mary and I start chomping on you tits?” I ask.
She shakes her head no and I laugh, “I didn’t think so. Now stand up I have to clean your bowels out.”
I insert a tube up her ass and run hot water into her bowels to clean all the shit out of them. it long process taking having to fill her up 3 times before the water exiting her bottom runs clean. I finish off washing the girl meat before taking her back to the kitchen.
The meat’s sister and Mary are there talking quietly when we come in.
“Can I help get Christina ready?” Joan asks.
For an answer I give her a stick of butter and tell her to start rubbing. The younger meat girl runs the stick back and forth over her sister breasts. Mary comes over and begins rubbing the meat’s pussy.
I leave them for a few minutes to tend to the BBQ pit. When I come back I’m holding a 6 foot long 2 inch diameter piece of metal.
“Joan your sister’s breasts are well buttered. I don’t want her to burn so make sure butter all of her,” I tell Joan. The girl reluctantly leaves the breast and moves to the meat’s stomach.
Mary giggles, “She’s well lubed down here if you want to begin spitting her,”
 I answer, “No I think this little piggy might have something to say why’ll she’s cooking. You wouldn’t want to deprive of that now would you meat? If you’ll just keep her happy until she ready to BBQ.”
The meat moans and shutters as another orgasm overtakes her.
“Joan get over here, you haven’t had a taste of you sister yet have you? This might be your only chance,” Mary says.
The girl giggles as Mary take over the buttering. I watch as Joan places her head between her sister’s legs and licks.
While I would love to watch this all day, but it was getting late and I still have to make up the BBQ sauce. I will need a gallon of the stuff to coat her completely. This requires me to put tomato paste, vinegar, brown sugar and Worcestershire sauce into a pan pot to cook. Once the basics are in I add several shot of Jack Daniels to give it that extra kick and it’s ready.
By then the meat is too tanks to my helpers.
“Time to get you over the coals my dear.” I tell the meat.
The meat offers no resistance to being secured to the spit, as she is still in a euphoric sate from all the licking. Usually the even the volunteers put up a fight when they know the end is insight.
I allow Joan to carry the head end of the spit as we outside to the pit. I can hear whispers between the sisters but not what is said.
Mary is next to me see my curiosity in the conversation and say, “she just telling Christina what she wants to eat off her.”
I humph saying, “She is not going to be eating any of her sister. Tomorrow she a roast and I want her as clean as possible. This one was nasty to clean.”
Mary giggles, “Yeah about that. Well let’s talk once you have this one turning.”
I can feel the meat is now fully aware as she sees the BBQ pit and the red hot coals. I lift my end of the pole to the highest of three levels then help Joan do the same. I attach a crank to the spit and put a box next to it. This gives the younger girl the height needed to turn her big sister, which I know she does.
Christina shouts “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to be barbequed.”
“It’s too late for that big sister. Tom went to a lot of work to get you what you said you wanted,” Joan says with attitude.
Mary and I sit at the table and I say, “so I take it the roast also has had a change of heart.”
Mary nods, “yes, but I told her I’d talk to you about it. The way I look at it she could be a real asset to you by getting a younger tenderer meat.”
I look at the girl slowly tuning her sister over the coals before answering.
“You could be right. I’ve noticed it getting hard and harder to get quality meat. Don’t get me wrong I still get them it just that their not as young as I like. Alright I’ll try it and if she doesn’t work out she’ll wake up in the oven with an apple in her mouth.”
We turn our attention back to the sisters and watch for a while. Joan is doing a good job turning Christine whose dark skin has a nice sheen to now. The meat is complaining about being hot so I go back to the kitchen for the BBQ sauce.
I come back out and begin spreading the viscous liquid over the meat.
Christina sighs with relief at the cooling affect the BBQ sauce has on her. Unfortunately her relief is short lived as I instruct Joan to lower the meat 1 notch lower.
“No! Not lower!” the meat screams.
I laugh, “it your own fault for wanting to be BBQ instead of a roast. Now shut and cook. Joan, you’re doing an excellent job of cooking your sister.”
Heavy sob come from the meat as she rotates round and round.
A little later Joan says, “Wow sis, you’re really beginning to smell good.”
To week to scream she replies with a grunt.
I walk over take the meat tong and begin poking the girl meat in the thighs, butt, and breasts. I look her in the eyes and see the light are on in her brain, but they’re growing dimmer all the time.
I run into the kitchen and bring back an apple.
“If you have any last words say them now,” I say.
The meat glower’s at the three of us but says nothing.
“Very well my suckling pig, have an apple. Then we need you to go down to the last level to finish barbequing,” are the last words she hears.
She is lowered to last notch and which is just a foot above the coals. The heat from the BBQ pit causes a searing pain and she loses conscious never to awaken again. After adding more BBQ sauce I relive Joan and she and Mary sit at the table and watch what was Christina now 110 pounds of meat cook. Around noon the meat is cook and I place her on a silver platter. Mary helps me bring the platter to the table.
Since she brought the meat she gets first choice. She takes the right breast. Me, I choose her delicious cunt. Then its Joan’s turn and I ask “what part really annoyed you about your sister?”
“Well when we were littler she would kick and hit me.”
“Ah, then I’ll offer you an arm or do you want a leg?”
“Um, leg please?” she asks timidly.
I place her sister lower left leg on a plate and place it in front of her.
She stares at it for half a minute before surging and taking a big bite out of it.
“Mmm Christina is good,” Joan says taking another bite.
“I hope you’re as good when it’s time to cook you.”
A horrified look crosses the girls face before I continue, “But I understand you don’t want to be my dinner. So here is the deal get me a replacement for yourself and I won’t cook you tomorrow,”
 A look a relief crossed her face as she said, “I can do that.”
THE END