Sandwich Girls

Sandwich Girls
By
A Cannibal

Peter was owner of a sandwich shop that just got by money wise. It was the location that was the problem, outside of small town next to a spooky looking forest. Another kept peter from make great money was road was a dead-end. One day a man came into his shop. About 7 feet tall and powerfully built he looked around study the business before going back to the door. Instead of leaving though he flipped the sign from open to close and returned to the counter. “I have some business to talk over with you. This should cover any inconvenience for the closing,” he said slapping $100 onto the counter. Peter nodded and smiled as slid the money to his pocket. “Sure but the business isn’t for sale.” The man laughed saying, “oh I don’t want to by your shop, just rent it once or twice a month. You see I have a friend who loves to sandwiches. Oh sorry not like the ones you make. He requires only the freshest of ingredients.” Peter frown saying, “sir I have fresh ingredients, any fresher and the vegetables would still in the ground.  Also if the meat were any fresher they’d still be moving.” The man let out a long loud laugh. “Exactly my friend grows his own vegetables. As for the meat it exotic and like you said still kicking when placed on the bun.” The owners’ eyes grew large and in a horrified voice said, “He eats the sandwich while the meat is alive? What kind of meat is it that can fit on a bun and still be alive?” the man cleared his throat be for answering, “Like I said my friend grows his veggies, he also bakes his own bread to the size of the meat. He doesn’t so much eat them as swallows the sandwich whole feet first.” Peter cocked his head saying, “sounds like he’s got everything he needs to make sandwiches at home. Why does he need my restaurant?” He was giving a big smile before answer came, “well he has all the ingredients except the meat. Hairless goats and long pigs are rather hard to get where he lives. So he’d like to improve your cooking area by add a bigger oven to cook his bread and maybe a cooler to store some of the veggies.” Peter brow wrinkled as he said, “hairless goat, long pig, hmm it seem that I’ve heard those names before.” Then the proprietors’ eyes widen in surprise as he recalled what type of meat that was. “He eats people? Your friend is a cannibal?” The man sighed, “no, not a cannibal, a ogre. I might also clarify as to his tastes. He says long pig, that’s teenagers and young women are alright. What he really likes are hairless goats, preferably between the ages of 5 and 10 years.” A stunned Peter thought about this for a few minutes. Finally he said, “I thought ogres were a myth. As for eating of young children, I’ve never thought of them as food. Now that I think of about it it’s a great idea. Would you of the ogre mind if I watch?” The man laughed as he said, “actually we hoping you’d help us out. I’m big as you can see, but Wendigo is huge and we would both stand out in town. You will have to get the meat for us. Before you say “NO” let me continue. For doing this you will be paid 50 gold pieces per visit.” Peter’s mouth fell open in surprise. For that much gold he thought that he’d could find the right type of meat for the ogre. “Does he want girls or boys for sandwiches and when?” Rubbing his chin the man said, “We both like girls. As you probably guess I am not fully human. I am half ogre on my father’s side. So I too will be dining on the girls. As for when the workers should have everything in place with a few days. Let’s say this Sunday night so as not to interfere with your regular clients. Let’s start with 4 girls. Also they should fresh and touched as little as possible.” Peter frowned saying, “in other words I can’t play with your food. Alright I’ll just strip them and hold them for the two of you.” The man nodded saying, “very well I will see Sunday evening.” With that he turned and walked out the door, turning the sign to open as he did. The next night as he was closing the store a truck pulled up and a dozen little men hard hats. They were all carrying hammers and saws as they came to the door. “Wendigo sent us to make place right,” one of them said in not very good English. He added, “You go home we make right.” Peter wasn’t sure about leaving them alone. Yet since the ogre had sent them he felt that they could be trusted, so he left. When Peter came back to the store in the morning he could hardly believe the changes that had been done. The counter was three feet wide and the new oven enormous. A lot of bread could be baked all at once in there, not to mention it could also easily hold a couple young children or a teenager if the ogres decided to cook their meat. The cooler turned out to be holding cells with chains bolted into the floor and metal rings at the other end. Peter liked the new look of the place very much. After opening the shop he sat down to and wondered where he could find the special meat for his new diners. A school was out being it was the weekend as was department stores, with all their cameras. Then it came to him there was an orphanage not that far he could sneak in Saturday pick up what he needed and be gone be for anyone knew the girls were missing. Peter chuckle to himself he had noticed there were 6 holding cells so why not pick up couple extra for personal use. The work crew returned again that night for “more upgrades,” as the little man called them. He also said, “Come to party Sunday. You get girl, me roast her in oven.” Peter ran this thought his mind deciphering what the dwarf meant. Last night he had researched to find out what kind of creatures they were and came up with dwarfs. As for now the answer was simple. The boss wanted to cook a girl as payment for all the work they were doing here. Well that was cheap enough, besides he thought that wanted a cooked girl. Never having cooked one Peter wanted to know how it was done. The next morning was Saturday and dwarfs had made all the seating extra large to handle the ogres. That was fine he rarely had costumers actually sit and eat their sandwiches there. Peter sat down made plans for that night. Black pants and sweater and a ski mask would be needed as well as chloroform to make sure the meat got to their cages without waking. After that they would be nothing more than meat and treated that way. At midnight he was at the orphanage or “store” as he thought of it, ready to pick out the meat. Peter had checked the place out last night and found they left windows open for ventilation. That made entrance into store easy. From there he found the girls sleeping area. The hard part was finding the right age girls. Shining a flash light around the first room Peter saw that it held teenagers, judging by the size of the lumps under the blankets. The next he could hear someone singing to crying babies. The last one contained the meat he needed. There were about 2 dozen lumps to choose from. Peter sneaked around quietly shining the light on each bed. Redhead, blonds, and brunettes as were sizes were abundant. He came to a small blond and decided to start with her. Peter soaked a rag with chloroform and placed it over her mouth and nose. The girl didn’t even struggle as she was put into an even deeper sleep. The girl was taken blanket and all to the van. Peter did this with the next 5 girls and drove back to the sandwich shop. They were taken to the new pantry room where a metal collar was placed around each girl’s pretty little neck. He left to get some sleep it had been a long day. Peter wasn’t open on Sunday’s so he had all the afternoon to check the meat out and get them ready for dinner. “Good afternoon girls. You’re here for dinner with some new friends of mine. So I have to get you all ready,” he said as the girls screamed. Peter walked over and unhooked the collar and pushed a little redhead toward the bathroom. She looked to be about 5 years of age and he wondered what type sandwich the ogre would make out of her. Peter removed the nightgown and found white cotton panties stained yellow. She had wet herself and he realized that they all probably had after all they had been in here 12 hrs and children didn’t have the largest of bladders. Peter carefully pulled them and threw them off to one side. “Don’t hurt me mister,” she whimpered. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to wash you and your friends, make you all looking pretty for my friends.” He got the name Jill out of her and confirmed she was 5 years old. Next Peter’s hands explored the girl’s body as washed her. She had no breast yet, but was well padded around the hips. The slit between her legs was about 3 inches long and puffy. Jill had a round butt and which Peter would have minded sinking his teeth into. It wouldn’t happen he knew because she was destined to become a Jill sandwich. She was placed back in the cell and chained up again. The others too were cleaned and Peter thought the ogres would be happy with his slection. He would take care of the one girl the ogres and dwarfs didn’t eat. Her name Kate the first girl he had picked out.
Just after dark the group came out of the forest for their dinner party. All were male and wore nothing more than loin clothes. There was a quick conversation between Wendigo and the head dwarf. The ogre was 10 feet tall therefore towered over everyone so the chat was short. The outcome was that Peter the dwarfs went to get the girls. Each one had their hands tied behind their backs and then led the meat out. They all let out a terrified shriek at the sight of Wendigo who looked at them with hunger. “Me take red girl first,” the ogre said pointing at Jill. He grasped the redhead by the throat before she had a chance to comprehend was going on. Wendigo lifted her off the ground so her snatch was right at his face. He pushed open her little pussy using his tongue and tasted the sweet innocent girl that was Jill. Wendigo’s cock had flipped the loin cloth to reveal 18 inches of raging cock. The ogre thought about impaling the meat on his penis, but decided against it. This one didn’t need any extra seasoning she tasted fine the way she was. Wendigo dropped the girl who laid on the floor gasping for air. The ogre took another girl from his friend and held her high in the air by a foot for her taste test. “PTH! Sour, give to dwarfs,” the ogre spat. The dwarfs chatted exactly as the ogre tossed the girl to them. By now all the girls were either screaming or crying which bothered Peter, a little but no enough to do anything about what was happing. He was fascinated as the ogre selected the biggest piece of meat. The ogre took a couple swipes of the girl’s sex and then Wendigo impaled the screaming child’s pussy on his massive cock. Only the head of the massive organ would fit inside her but it was enough to satisfy him. Her legs flail about on it which only excited Wendigo even more. A loud grunt came from the ogre and a surprise look cross the girl’s face. She momentarily paused trying to understand what spraying inside her but soon began thrashing about again. When the girl was pulled off of it gobs of white ogre cum poured out of the girl. Peter turn to see what the goblins were doing to the girl behind him. She was on all four and their leader was taking from behind. Another had grabbed her hair and pulled it up. He was sliding his cock in and out of the girl’s mouth. The girl may not like what happing to her but it was better than having the ogre as the dwarfs and the meat were the same size. Wendigo caught his attention by saying “me getting hungry. Show you how to make good sandwich, now.” He rummaged around a bag and pulled out a 3 foot oblong bread loaf. Next came the assorted vegetables large jars of mayo and mustard and last a big knife. Slicing the bread horizontally he laid the two half to next to each other spread the mayo across part then added a lettuce. “Which little human to be meat for sandwich,” he said looking at the shaking whimpering girls. His eyes landed on Jill and he licked his lips. Wendigo said, “You taste good. Now to taste gooder in me tummy.” Jill understood the implications and screamed, “Noooo! I’m not meat for a sandwich. Make him stop Mr.” Peter snickered stepped to her. As he removed the collar Peter answered, “No I don’t think I can do that. In fact I’m looking forward to seeing how to make girl sandwiches.” The ogre placed a screaming and trashing Jill onto the bed of lettuce. He reached into back into the bag for a moment and came out with an apple. “Meat noisy, give Wendigo indigestion. This make quite meat,” the ogre said and slammed the apple into her mouth. She still squirmed but her screams were muffled. Wendigo slather mustard the girl from her shoulders to her feet. He sliced a tomato the size of basketball and placed the slices on her back. Jill let out a muffled, yet terrifying scream as the top of the sandwich was placed on her. Wendigo picked up the Jill sandwich and slid her feet first inside his mouth. Jill felt hot breath on her feet but could not see what was happing. All she knew was the room was getting further and further away. The last thing she saw was teeth closing and then a sensation of falling as she slid down the ogre throat. A large belch preceded Wendigo saying, “that one good, still hungry though.” The 4 remaining girls began whimpering as Wendigo came back and looked them over. A dark hair girl by the name Sierra screamed as Wendigo selected her to be his next sandwich. This one the ogre deiced to do this one differently. He pulled out rye bread out of his bag and sliced it up. This time in addition lettuce cheese slices were added. Four slices of tomato were placed on the bread. Sierra’s legs were pushed behind her neck and tied there by Peter while the ogre held them. A last tomato was placed across the stomach. The meat whimpered as the top was sandwich came into view. “Don’t eat me. I won’t taste good,” she begged. Wendigo answered, “Me taste you before taste was good. Now you sandwich so shut mouth.” With that the bread top was placed over her. Sierra quickly joined Jill in Wendigo’s belly. Neither girl was dead and tried to kick their way out, but an ogre’s stomach is as hard as a rock. By now Peter found himself with a raging hard-on as he watched the girls disappear down Wendigo’s gullet. And there was the smell of roasting pork in the air which he traced back to the oven. He saw the girl in there with potatoes surrounding her roasting body. She also had a carrot sticking out her ass. Peter couldn’t stand it anymore he had to have a girl. “I have to have one of these for a while,” he said and took the last redhead toward the back room. As they departed he could hear the half ogre laughing. Peter said, “Ginger if you do as I say I won’t let the monster eat you. Now spread your legs.” The girl reasoned that if she did as told she wouldn’t get eaten. When they immerge from the back the shop was empty except for the half ogre and one other girl. “Wendigo and the dwarfs have gone home. As you know I’m half human so I can’t eat the girls the way full ogres do. I have to cook my dinner and if your interest I’ll teach you how,” he explained. Peter laughed, “Yes I’d love to learn how to cook this one. But I have to know, what is your name?” he answered by saying, “just call me Halfling, everyone else does. You’ve done the hard part tenderizing the meat. The rest is easy slap butter over her and season with your favorite spices and roast. But do them slowly, so they put on a show as they cook. Just do what I do,” Halfling said. Ginger whined, “Let me go. You said you wouldn’t eat me if I did what you said.” Peter laughed, “I said the ogre would eat you. I said nothing about dining on your cute little body.” Now both girls were crying as they were prepped for the oven. Butter, salt and pepper was all the spices he had on hand, but if the girl turn out good with just this that he would get other types. Both girls found themselves laid out in the oven face up with a carrot shoved up their twats. They screamed and cried for a while and then as if by magic they stopped. “Ah, I see the meat found out it’s not all bad to be cooked alive. Peter looked closely and saw what Halfling meant the girls were moving their hips which caused the carrot to excite them. All too soon, for Peter, the girls stopped moving. A few hours later they were done cooking. The girls skin having turned a golden brown and steam poured out of all their orifices. “The best cut of meat on a girl comes from between her legs,” Halfling said. He inserted a couple of fingers inside and ripped out a half the pussy of his girl. Peter tried to do the same but didn’t have enough strength to rip out his girl’s sex. Instead he leaned in and bit out a piece. It was the best tasting meat he’d ever tasted. He could know see why now why the ogres and dwarfs like humans so much, they were delicious.
When Halfling finished his girl he helped Peter finished off Ginger. It was just about dawn when they finished eating and removing all traces of their doings of previous night. Halfling toss a small bag that jingled when landed. He said, “You did a great a great job of meat selection. Wendigo wants to do it again in about 3 weeks same ages and numbers, if that alright with you?” Peter laugh, “yeah not a problem. I’ll also have a wide variety of spices on hand next time.” With a smile and a nod Halfling left. Peter thought he was going to like this arrangement as he picked up the bag that contained 50 gold coins and it wasn’t just the money after one meal he was hooked on eating little girls.

The End