Party Girl Crystal

Party Girl Crystal
By
A Cannibal

	Crystal lay with her elbows on the footboard of her bed, looking out her window into the yard below.  The blond fourteen year old was angry with her mother and her rather unreasonable restrictions and bored with everything else in her life.  It was the first day of the weekend after all and she’d wanted to do something different and exciting on Saturday night.  It didn’t help matters any that Wendy, her mother, was late from work again.
She was so angry in fact; that she didn’t even budge an inch when the door opened downstairs and her mother came in.  Keys jangled onto the countertop, a bedroom door opened and closed and then water began running in the downstairs shower.  It sounded like Wendy was washing up after work.

 	“Damn,” Crystal thought to herself, “she’s going out again!”

It was all part of her normal boring routine, which she desperately wanted to change.  Next there came the sound of a closet door being closed.  Crystal suddenly decided that there was no time left to lose.  At the sound of her mother’s door closing, the youngster came bounding down the stairs.  She was heading for the back door in the kitchen to block her mother from leaving when she suddenly passed Wendy standing in the living room.
Crystal paused and looked at her middle age mother putting on diamond stud earrings in the mirror.  Wendy was dressed in her shortest black mini skirt.  Her dark scarlet blouse was open to the third button down, which gave anyone who was looking inside an excellent view of her mother’s ample cleavage.  To Crystal, it meant only one thing, which immediately put the frown back onto her face.

“Mom,” the teenager whined, “Not another party!”

“Why…yes,” Wendy, her mother replied.  “It is another party that I’ve been invited to.  You know my rules, no friends or guests while I’m away.  Otherwise you’ve got the run of the house until late tomorrow evening.”

“But…but…it’s so boring here by myself!”

	“Why…you’ve got your cable, computer, satellite and telephone?”

“It’s not the same…I’m all alone and you won’t let my friends come over…because…ah…I don’t know why?”

“Why,” Wendy snorted, “There are plenty of reasons why I won’t let your friends come over…”

	“Like?”

“Your friends don’t inspire my confidence.  They’re definitely not good role models.  Maddie is the one with all of those steel piercings in her ears and face and those are only the ones that I can see.  I wonder how many others she has?”

	“Mom!  It’s not like that…her mother let her put those in!”

“And then there’s Angie with her hair and makeup.  Do you really think that bright blue is an acceptable hair color after Easter?  Maybe it’d work better if she weren’t painting her eyelids black with silver streaks and powdering her face white?  That girl could scare the devil himself with the way she looks!”

“Mom!  She just likes different makeup; you’re not being fair!”

“Baby…it’s not about being fair.  I’m afraid that if I let them stay with you when I’m away that when I come home you’d look more like one of them than my delicious little girl.”

“If they can’t come over then why can’t I go with you?”

	“Because,” Wendy replied, “I was invited and you were not.”

	Crystal’s hopes were gone; her mother was never going to take her without a good reason.  Bone crushing boredom was about to win the day.  Then an especially evil thought came into her mind.  She suddenly knew how to get her mom to agree.

“Say,” Crystal asked, “you’re being gone all weekend, how do you know that I won’t invite my friends, nasty or not, over while you’re out and have a makeover party for myself?”

“Oh…you wouldn’t?”  Wendy hissed softly.

“Why wouldn’t I?”  Crystal chortled.  “It’d be too late for to do anything about it by the time you got back!”

Wendy didn’t like the idea at all that her daughter was trying to blackmail her into attending tonight’s special event.  It wasn’t your average party with just music, dancing and booze.  Although there was all of that, most people came for the incredible food, the uninhibited sex and the forbidden thrill, which at a Dolcett party were basically one and the same thing.  Everyone in attendance put his or her name in a fishbowl.  One name would be drawn and that person would end up being cooked alive in front of all the others.  And then served as dinner.

Her daughter might run away in horror when she saw that happening.  “Serve Crystal right,” Wendy thought silently, “if they did?  And then again…she might not be able to?”

On the spot, she decided that she was tired of hiding everything about her unusual lifestyle from her daughter.  It was finally time to test her little girl and see how she measured up when presented with something sexy, dangerous and extreme.

“So that’s it then…it’s invite them over after I leave or you come with me to my party?”

	“Sure looks like it.”  Crystal replied smugly.

 “Tell me,” Wendy asked bluntly, “have you showered today?”

	Crystal dragged a finger across her arm, “Squeak…squeak.”

“You can come,” her mother smiled, “but there’s one stipulation.”

	The teenager’s shoulders slumped a little but she managed to hold her mother’s gaze.  She had after all won the argument.

 “Once we’re there…you do everything that I say,” Wendy said.

Crystal sighed softly; the implication was simple enough…it meant no beer, no weed, no wine and probably no pills to pop.  But she was hoping there’d be at least a cute boy or two there.  And if there was then maybe she could slip away from her mother and…

“Alright I’ll do as you say.  Umm, do I have time to change?”

“Yes,” her mother said with a sigh.  “Go ahead but don’t wear anything that’s got to be dry-cleaned afterwards and don’t take too long getting dressed.”

Since it was the weekend, Crystal had neglected to put on a brassiere underneath her Hanna Montana tee shirt.  Wendy watched her apricot size breasts vibrate up and down as she quickly mounted the stairs two at a time.  In a second or two, only the back of Crystal’s lean legs and buttocks were visible at the top of the landing.

Wendy had to yell up the stairs, “Baby…don’t wear anything that’s…umm…too complicated to put on quickly!”

	“Got ya,” her daughter yelled back down.

Wendy smiled evilly.  She hadn’t told her that it really didn’t matter what kind of clothing Crystal selected because nobody ever wore any once the party got started.  It wasn’t strictly speaking a pure naturist event where everyone was naked from start to finish but it came close enough in spirit.  Clothing was worn by all of the guests except of course the special guest of honor when it came time to sit down to dinner.
A quarter of an hour later Crystal came downstairs.  Wendy shook her head quietly at what she was wearing.  There was a pair of shorts that were so short that they barely covered her ass.  Underneath them was a pair of knee high boots that Wendy had given to her as a gift for Christmas the year before.  And to top it off was a blouse, one size too small, which showed off her small rounded breasts.  If a person wasn’t paying attention, her costume added about five years to her age.
If she’d been an average mother, Wendy might have sent her back to her room to change into something more mundane.  But she wasn’t and they were running late.  Besides once everyone was naked they’d see that she was a young teenager and not an adult.

	“Bring your makeup case…we gotta run.”

Crystal was anxious to know where her mother had been going to all of those times she’d left her.  The two of them climbed into the car and took off.  But instead of driving straight into downtown, her mother pointed the car in the opposite direction.  Buildings began to vanish as they drove.  Soon even the intermittent streetlamps had disappeared as they headed deeper into wide-open farmland.
	Turning down a dirt tract with fences on either side, they drove for over a mile before seeing the light of an oil lantern.  Crystal saw the large man in red plaid shirt and coveralls seated next to the gate in the fence.  Wendy rolled down her window and spoke a few words to the man.  He removed the padlock on the gate and let them drive through into the darkness.
	Again they bumped along in the dark for another mile before reaching the lights of a farming complex.  The nearest neighbor was well over a mile away meaning that any noises, no matter how loud, from the estate couldn’t be heard.  The party was always held here for two very important reasons; the place was extremely isolated and the business specialized in the raising and processing of hogs for meat.

“Hey Wendy,” the man at the front door of the farmhouse greeted her.  “I’m so glad to see that you made it this time.”

“Hi Kevin,” Wendy hugged him softly, “it’s so great to be here again!”

“We missed the opportunity of having you around at our last party.  And who is this lovely creature that you’ve brought along with you?”

“This is my daughter,” she answered, “Crystal.”

	“Pleased to meet you,” Kevin softly kissed Crystal on the back of her hand.  “And welcome to the party.  We’re all good friends of your mother.  Umm…Wendy,” he asked her, “it’s nice of you to be bringing a guest to the party, new blood and all, but does your daughter know what goes on?  And are you ready if her name is drawn?”

“No to the first,” Wendy smiled at him, “and yes to the second!”

“Then you’d better tell her,” Kevin said solemnly.  “She can come in if she can agree to the terms…and besides I’d really love to have both you and her around.”  He pointed them toward a set of benches along the side of the spacious porch.  Taking Crystal to a nearby seat, her mother began interrogating her.

	“You remember what we agreed on?” Wendy asked.

	“How can I forget?” Crystal sighed, “You kept reminding me every ten minutes on the drive out here.”

	“I just wanted to be sure that you’re still willing to obey me regarding this,” Wendy told her.  “First of all, if we’re staying for the party then you are never to tell anyone about this place, the other people or any of the things that’ll be happening here tonight.  Do you swear?”

	“Mom…what’s going on…why so serious?”

	“Crystal…I’m vouching for you in front of my friends.  If you can’t do as I ask, there would be consequences for both of us, which are too terrible to contemplate.  Do you swear not to tell?”

This time her daughter nodded vigorously, so Wendy continued.

“There is a door prize for attending.  Everyone that comes through that door and stays, writes down his or her name on a slip of paper.”

“Umm…okay…when’s the drawing?”

“At midnight,” Wendy replied, “the lucky winner, has a once in a lifetime experience; he or she is fucked, jerked or sucked by everybody here for the next eight hours afterwards.”

She waited patiently for some kind of violent reaction from her daughter.  Perhaps she’d jump up from the patio and run breathlessly back to the car.

“Interesting,” Crystal said calmly, “a sex party…huh?”

	“Yes…but that’s only the first part.  What do you think so far?”

“Sounds like it…ah…it could be fun.”

“Yes,” Wendy chuckled, “it goes without saying that everyone chosen enjoys the first part of the prize but that’s only the beginning…”

	“There’s more?”

“After the sex-a-thon, comes some extreme body grooming; all of their hair is shaved off until they’re bald.  Then they’re given a powerful emetic and several enemas’s until they’re emptied from the top of the GI tract to the very bottom.  And then they’re scrubbed with antibiotic soap from head to toe until they’ve turned a bright pink color.”

	“Sounds like a helluva penalty for winning a sex orgy?”

“Not really…that’s just the preliminaries.  Then he or she is bound, stuffed, seasoned and shoved over a very hot grill where they’re cooked alive until done.  Then the roasted meat is carved, served and eaten in a feast by the rest of the partygoers.”

	“Huh?  Did you say carved…served…eaten?”

	“Well…Baby…it’s really quite simple, all of the people attending the party are closet cannibals.” Her mother paused before adding the most important detail, “Including me.  Now what do you think?”

Wendy had remained sincere during her disclosure.  Now she was certain that her daughter might emit a shriek of horror before running past the car and away from her mother forever.  It wasn’t everyday that you learned that your mother occasionally ate human flesh.  But again she didn’t.

“It’s a Dolcett party?”  Crystal exclaimed softly.

	“Err…yes; it is.”  Wendy was briefly startled and didn’t know what to think, wasn’t even anticipating this type of reaction from her baby girl.  It didn’t seem right to her that Crystal would know about the legendary fetish artist and club founder Dolcett.

“Mom…this is so cool.  Now I want to stay for sure!”

	“Cool?”

She instantly read her mother’s mind, “Mom I’ve known about that Dude for a while now.  Among the extreme perverts on the Internet, his unpublished cartoons are considered collectables.”

	“Okay…How?”

“Oh…I changed the settings on my computer to adult a long time ago while you were out.”

	“Well…if you know about him then you know all about Merle and our cannibal party that they helped establish.  You must also know that Dolcett hasn’t published any cartoons in quite a while.  Care to guess why?”

	“Mom…that’s just so lame; can’t you just tell me?”

	“Let me just say,” Wendy smiled sweetly at her daughter, “that with the proper culinary preparation and the right sauce that anyone can be delicious…”

	Crystal turned toward her mother with the most outrageous look of shock on her face, which she managed to hold for all of five seconds before breaking out in laughter.  Her mother was obviously pulling her leg again.  Wendy’s smile broke and she joined her daughter.  Both of them laughing, walked back to the front door and Kevin.
He escorted them inside the hallway where he handed them each a pen and a slip of paper.  Writing down their first names and last initials they handed them back.  He checked the slips to make sure it was their names and not that of someone else before folding them over and depositing them into a big glass fish bowl.

	“Enjoy yourselves,” he told them and went back outside.

The two of them stepped into the living room where the other guests were partying.  Music roared within the space making it difficult to think.  Even in the dim lighting, Crystal got an eyeful of naked people.  Her heart skipped a beat for a moment.

“Oops,” Wendy apologized.  “Forgot to mention that everybody has to be naked once his or her name is in the bowl.”

“That’s ok,” Crystal replied trying to conceal the blush she felt in her cheeks from her mother.  “I just hadn’t thought everything through, that this is a Dolcett party…didn’t think about having to be naked in front of so many strangers.  But I’ll be cool with it.”

	“Well…you’d better be comfortable with it cause you’ll be naked until dinner time tomorrow.  Bring your makeup case cause you’ll want to remove your eyeliner, mascara and lipstick.”

Both of them walked back into the much quieter hallway to the first guest bedroom on the ground floor.  On top of the bed was a pile of all of the other guests clothing.  Wendy directed her where to put her clothing while removing her own.  While disrobing, Crystal nervously asked,

	“Umm…what if I’ve got to…you know…slip out?”

	“After the drawing at midnight, if you haven’t been picked then you can do anything you like.  It’s one of the reasons I told you not to wear anything difficult to get into.”

	“Or out of?”

	“Of course.”

	“So why do I have to remove my makeup?”

	“Baby…this party’s all about displaying your unadorned body to your cool new friends, the other cannibals.  Give them a chance to check out your meat.”

	Once they were both naked, Wendy picked up a pair of hand towels from a stack next to the door before rummaging in a large plastic bowl set on a table.  She pulled out a pair of markers each tied to long loops of string.  Turning back to Crystal, she handed one of each to her.

“Now here’s a towel and your pen, you loop the string over your head and wear it like a pendent.  Don’t lose it or you’ll go hungry tomorrow.”

	Now completely nude, they walked back into the huge living room with the others.  Crystal stood looking over the scene.  There were drink glasses everywhere.  Some people were chatting.  Some groups were dancing.  In some of the shadows, people were frantically groping each other.  She noticed that the only thing missing was any sign of food.

	“How’s this…you know…work?”

	“Really simple, the towel is for sitting on.  The marker is for placing orders.  That is, if you see anyone that’d you’d be interested in eating then you approach them and write your initials on the portion of their body that you want for dinner.”

	“And?”

“If that person wins the door prize, then you’ll be served that part.”

	“Cool!”  Crystal stared at her marker greedily.

	“Not quite as cool as you’d like,” Wendy said, “they’ll also have the opportunity of doing the exact same thing to you.  So expect to be pinched, poked, prodded and written on for the next three hours. In addition to the ordinary fondling and groping that is.”

	“Sounds like fun!”

“You got it…You’re now potential meat so I’m going to let you play like an adult as much as you like but only while we’re here at the party.  Is that understood?”

	“Perfectly.”

“You may drink alcohol; the open bar is in that corner.  The first bowl at the end of the buffet table is full of condoms; I prefer using the lubricated ones.  The bowls in the middle are full of drugs…don’t take anymore than one or two of any one kind.  The sex toys at the end are communal so remember to wash them thoroughly before you put them back.  Oh…and whatever you do tonight…make sure that you don’t pass out before midnight!”

	“Umm…why?”

	“Around here,” Wendy cautioned her, “naked people sleeping outside of a bedroom have a tendency to vanish forever.  Must be the proximity to a meat butchering and processing plant.  Enjoy the party and I’ll see you around midnight for the drawing.”


“Wait,” Crystal held up her marker, “just in case!”  Giggling, she wrote her name across her mother’s right breast.  “Kind of remember tasting this as a baby.”

“Oh you’re so right,” Wendy laughed.   “Now what should I have tomorrow, in case you win.  How about this?” she asked rhetorically before squeezing her daughter’s left buttocks and then putting her name on it.
	They hugged quickly and kissed before separating.  Crystal watched her mother bounce off toward a small knot, literally, of naked people lying on a low slung couch.  From the friendly greetings, she gathered that her mother was very popular with this crowd.
	Now that she was alone, Crystal decided that her courage needed reinforcing before she plunged into this new lifestyle.  She began to head for the open bar and a glass of wine to steady her nerves.  Even as she walked across the room, she could almost swear that everyone’s eyes were on her.
	Suddenly, an older man that looked familiar appeared.  Crystal had to suppress a shiver of excitement.  Other than being old enough to have some gray along his temples and the slight bulge of a future potbelly, he was tanned and well muscled all over.  It took her a second or two more to recognize that it was Kevin since he was now completely naked like everyone else.  She automatically raised her eyes to avoid staring at his penis, which was quite long though still flaccid.

“Honey,” Kevin asked her, “would you come with me for a few minutes?”

Crystal followed him obediently as he led her back down the hallway to the second door from the last.  It turned out to be a utility style bathroom like the ones found in gymnasiums or spas.  Walls alternated between stainless steel and ceramic tile, floor to ceiling.  A shower stall large enough for half a dozen people was in one corner.  He turned to face her with a stern look on his face.

	“I’ve changed my mind,” Kevin told her soberly, “about allowing you to stay for the party.  In my honest opinion, you’re not old enough to be sacrificing your life for this extreme type of sex thrill.  Go collect all of your things from the bedroom and meet me back here.”

“Wha…” Crystal blinked her eyes with shock as she realized that he was kicking both of them out.  “You’re sending us home?”

	“No,” he exclaimed, “not exactly…I’m only sending you home!”

“What about my mother?”

	“She’s fine cause she understands the rules; I trust her.  I’m going to have someone else escort you home

	“But…it’s not fair!”

	“If you want to stay,” he paused for emphasis, “then you’ll have to convince me that you’ll abide by the rules and if picked that you’ll willingly give up your body and life.”

	“Umm…how do I do that?”

	“Get your things and I’ll show you.”




	“Haven’t you wondered what we do with the leftovers?”

	“I’d assumed there…err…wasn’t any?”

	“That’s fairly naïve of you,” he smirked, “you’ve seen what the Christmas turkey looks like after the dinner is over?  Try to imagine what we’ve got to clean up after our party’s?”










“I don’t think,” Kevin explained.  “That anyone has a problem with you being a wee bit underage.  The only thing is that you’re a little over dressed.”

“Huh?” Crystal glanced down at herself.  “But I don’t have any…”

	“Clothes?”  He completed her question.  “Nobody here is wearing any clothing except for Lurch, my assistant.  You may remember, you met him at the gate; he’s the big man you passed on the way into the estate.  He’s exempt since we need someone to patrol the grounds while we’re partying.  Besides, he doesn’t eat cooked meat or have any type of sex that I know of.”

	“Well…err…if not clothes then what?”

	“Honey…I’m talking about pubic hair, that little tuft of blond stuff between your legs.  If you’d looked around carefully and you’ll see that nobody else has any, not even your lovely mom.”

	Closing her eyes, Crystal felt the hot pink blush continuing to spread across the rest of her face.  She’d kept her eyes at waist level and above so far and hadn’t noticed anything below that.  Kevin must think of her as a total fool.  “Oh God,” she thought to herself, “what’s wrong with me that I can’t even walk across a room without embarrassing myself?”
Opening her eyes, she began searching for a way out of this embarrassing situation, when she noticed something unusual in the ceiling overhead.  Several metal tracks snaked across the ceiling leading from an exterior door to the shower stall to the other interior door.



She asked him bluntly, “What is this room used for?”

	“This place,” Kevin explained, “It’s basically a mudroom for the staff from the plant.  Tomorrow, our gas rotisserie will be set up outside that door over there.  It leads directly into the yard between the house and the plant roasting facilities.  It’s only at parties like this that we use it for other purposes.  Everyone…and I mean everyone…cleans up in these shower stalls before dinner.”

“Okay…so everyone gets cleaned up in here…are you going to clean…err…umm…shave me then?”

	“Yup,” Kevin nodded while reaching inside a cabinet.  He pulled out a cordless electric razor and motioned for Crystal to lean against the sink and spread her legs.  After a few swipes to shorten the hair, he next pulled out a safety razor and can of shaving cream.  He made quick work of the stubble after several slow passes.

“There you are,” Kevin enthused as he slid his fingertips gently over the teenager’s pubic mound, “as smooth as the day you were born.”

	Crystal looked down at herself and noticed that her previous blush had spread to other areas of her body.  Ruddy patches sat above each of her breasts and her newly shaved crotch.  To add insult to injury, both her nipples and labia had swollen and she was afraid that at any moment she’d begin to leak from between her legs.

“You know,” he said,” you definitely look kind of tasty.”

He reached for his marker and uncapping it, wrote his name next to Crystal’s moistened lips.  Even this small amount of contact was nearly intolerable.  She wanted to cry; thought she was going to faint with each tiny stroke of his pen.

	“Think of something to say,” she told herself, “anything…”

	“Umm…what about my…umm…head?”

Finishing his name, Kevin looked up with a confused look in his eyes.  “What about your what?  Head?”

	“Uh…ah…I thought you were going to…you know…shave me?”

“Oh…” He chuckled, “You only get to be shaved from top to bottom if you win the banquet lottery.  Unless of course you have some masochistic desire to suddenly be thought of as nothing but meat?”

	“I don’t know,” she lied to him, ”never…thought about it before.”

	Kevin stood up and looked down at her, pulled her up against his naked chest and placed his head next to hers.  “If you were completely bald,” he purred softly into her ear, “the next time the other guests see you, they might get the wrong impression?”

Crystal leaned closer into him.  His skin was warm and the smoothness of his chest pressed against her nipples felt great.    She wanted to stay like this for the rest of the evening.  He wasn’t the age that she’d have preferred but this man felt and even smelled nice.

	“No one else…does it?”  She asked trying to hide her excitement.

	“We get volunteers,” he confessed merrily, “occasionally and they typically prefer doing it au natural as it were.  But those are special parties planned well in advance.  Still if you’re interested…I’d be more than happy to clean you up and get you ready for your big date?”

“Ooh…if it’s okay with you, I’ll take a rain check this time.”

“If it’s okay with me,” he replied before smiling very serenely at her.  “At the moment, it’s not my decision to make.  But remember, at midnight, everyone loses his or her ability to choose.”

	“I hadn’t thought of it that way…what if I still wanted to?”

“To be honest,” he exclaimed, “even though your mother

Trust me…if you want to do it…it can be arranged any time that you’re interested.”

Putting away his tools, he escorted her back to the living room and the party.  Upon seeing her, her mother disengaged herself from the orgy on the couch and staggered over to Crystal.  She promptly inspected her.

“Kevin,” Wendy snickered, “is hoping for someone in our family to win tonight.”

	Now that she’d relaxed enough, Crystal’s eye traveled down toward her mother’s baldness.  She immediately recognized the block lettering.  Kevin had written his name on her also.  She snickered in reply.

	“Mom…I really need to relax; I could do with some wine!”

	“Here…take one of these pills when you get a chance…”

	“What is it?”  Crystal stared at the yellow striped capsule.

	“Don’t know for sure,” Wendy squinted at it, “but after you take a couple of them…you won’t really care.”

	The pair wandered over to the bar for drinks where they compared notes on what was good and who looked edible.  Glasses now filled, they separated again.  Her mother went back to the orgy where Crystal noticed another woman was being spit-roasted between two men.  She’d never imagined how appropriate such a bedroom maneuver was at a place like this.

Crystal mingled with the others who would feel her before writing their names on various spots.  She in turn wrote her name on but a few.

Everybody there was too old by her standards with twenty-five being the youngest party other than her.  Shortly before midnight her body was covered in names.




“This is exciting,” Crystal said.  “So long as I don’t get picked.”

“Silly,” Wendy replied, “that’s part of the allure, knowing that you could be picked to be nothing but a sex toy and meat.  But don’t worry about it too much as there are over fifty people here tonight.  That gives the both of us a one in fifty chance of being picked so I doubt it’ll be your name or mine.”

The room came to a hush when Kevin, still naked, stood on a chair with the glass fish bowl.

“Leona will now pick tomorrow’s dinner,” he said.

A naked woman, Crystal supposed it to be Leona, climbed the chair next to Kevin.  Dipping her hand into the bowl, she swirled around the slips and pulled out a single piece of paper.  Handing it to him, they both turned and smiled at the audience.  He said in a tone like a professional announcer,

“Our lucky winner for the midnight orgy and this afternoon’s banquet is…Crystal.  Everyone please give the lucky little lady a round of applause.”

All eyes turned toward the frightened teenager.  For Crystal, the entire room turned into a surreal dream.  People she’d only known for the past three hours were shouting her name and cheering words of encouragement.  She never even saw the large man in coveralls as he came up behind her and clamped his hands onto her shoulders.  Her mouth popped open in surprise and someone else shoved a red ball gag into it.
	She was then bound hand and foot before being carried back to the mudroom where she was measured and weighed.  Her height of five feet and weight of one hundred pounds were written on a large sheet of white graph paper.  Once it was taped against the wall, she was photographed on all four sides standing in front of the paper background.  This was the menu for the other guests.
Crystal was then laid on the floor.  Kevin pulled a large canister of acetone and package of gauze medical pads out of a cabinet.  Soaking one in the fluid, he began to scrub the writing off the teenager’s smooth flawless skin.  Behind him, Wendy reached into the same cabinet and pulled out the shaving equipment that he had used on her earlier.

“Don’t you look at me,” Wendy complained, “with those pleading eyes.  I gave you at least three chances to get out but no…you just had to stay and party with your new cool friends...the cannibals!”

“Mmph, Mmph,” was Crystal’s reply through the gag.

	“Mmph…had better translate into, but Mom…I’m so looking forward to becoming a real life Dolcett girl tomorrow?”

	“Mmph…Mrrr!”

“If,” Wendy hissed at her, “I remove the ball gag…are you going to scream?  Because if you do, I swear I’ll shove it right back inside and leave it!”

 “Mom!” Crystal shook her head violently, “They didn’t have to gag me, and I wasn’t going to scream!”

	“It’s SOP,” Kevin explained, “with all newbies to bind and gag them in case of flight.  It might surprise you to know that not everyone at our party is as enthusiastic to be cooked as you are.”

	“You didn’t have to…and now what?” Crystal grumbled.

“As soon as Kevin is done washing the names off, you’ll be escorted to an empty bedroom.  A line of people will form outside in the hallway.  Depending on the total number of guests, we’ve around fifty or so, and then the time limit will probably be around fifteen minutes apiece.  Anyone that wants to have sex with you…can!”

	“So they’re all going to…umm,” Crystal’s voice trailed off.

	“Yes,” Kevin grimaced, “and considering your age that means that very shortly all of my dinner guests will be committing statutory rape of an underage minor.”

	“But with my parental consent,” Wendy added sagely.

	“Don’t imagine,” Kevin replied with a smile, “that will help much when we’re in front of a judge but it does make me feel a little better.”

	“It’s rape still…isn’t that illegal?”  Crystal gasped.

	“If you’d forgotten,” Kevin said with a huge grin, “it won’t be our only illegal activity this morning.  This is a Dolcett party so we won’t be stopping there…let’s see what other laws will we be breaking today, kidnapping, unlawful restraint, aggravated arson, aggravated assault with intent to maim, murder in the first degree, piracy of a person’s body, mutilation of a corpse, destroying evidence of a crime, and finally commerce and trade in un-inspected meat products.  Umm…did I miss anything?”

	“No,” Wendy added, “that sounds about right to me.”

	“Mom!”  Crystal suddenly felt her mind unhinging at the prospect of her impending sexual violation by so many strangers.  Fifty was a very big number especially if you’re still considered a virgin.

	“Could seasoning be considered an illegal act?” Kevin asked.

	“Only if you overdo it,” Wendy replied merrily, “it should be a simple additive that enhances and draws out the flavor of the meat…”

	“What about me…when do I start being…umm…raped?”

	“Well,” Kevin answered, “since I’m done cleaning you up, no more than a couple of minutes…and if you must know…the line starts with me!”

“And,” Wendy added with a lurid grin, “I’ll also want to a taste my dinner selection before it’s cooked.  You’ll probably find out that’s the feeling amongst everybody here.”

	It took them another five minutes to untie her and knead the blood back into her limbs before Kevin led Crystal upstairs to the bedroom set aside for her.  Once inside, she noticed that there was no other furniture bedsides the bed and two small trashcans.  Not having anything else she could do, Crystal lay down on the bed.
	Kevin glanced at her one last time, even though she was fourteen years old, she still looked smallish with shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes.  Joining her, he grasped her hand and pulled her into an upright position sitting across from him.  His free arm curled over her shoulder.

	“Honey,” Kevin eased into his explanation after feeling how tense she was, ”this can be a good or bad sexual experience for you.  Depends on how you look at it?”

“But…I don’t want to be raped!”

“Crystal,” he replied, “It’s called rape because you don’t have a choice in the matter.  You agreed to this when you put your name in the fish bowl.  Now…if you’re going to keep fighting us, I can tie you down to the bed.  Then it’ll really feel like rape.  Is that what you want me to do?”



“Even though you don’t want to…with the proper attitude it can be really fun!”

Crystal wasn’t sure what to expect.  Her knowledge of sex was limited to the Internet and sex education in school.

Kevin said,

“So just relax and enjoy the rest of the night.”

	“Umm…where’s your condom?”

	“Condom,” he chuckled, “It’s not like you’re going to be around long enough to worry about it…afraid that you’ll get pregnant?”

	“No…it’s just that…my mom…recommended that I…err.”

	“Okay…I got it,” he replied, ”relax

I’m not going to saddle up…

The trashcan to your right has all the condoms and lubricant that you’ll ever need.



He slid his head in between Crystal’s legs saying,

“Let’s see how you taste.  This way I’ll know if you’re a better oven roaster or BBQ porker.”

Kevin opened her love box and his tongue went to work.  He licked and slurped even pulling on the little button that was Crystal’s clitoris.
The teen began to respond as well as any adult woman, by moaning.  Those soon escalated to howls of delight.  As time passed her own natural juices began to moisten Crystal’s sex.

She managed to sneak a peek at his penis.  It’s turned a dark red color and begun to distend into a small pole.

At that point Kevin began moving her body and kissing it along the way until his stiff manhood reached her slit.

Taking it as slowly as possible, he slid the head of his penis between her lips and began to pump gently up and down working his way deeper inside her.  When his Glans slid inside, he felt Crystal stiffen.

	“Honey,” Kevin whispered to her, “now that we’re being intimate and I’m inside you, I can feel everything that you’re doing with your pubic muscles.  If you want the fun part of the ride to continue then you need to trust me and relax

	“If you don’t relax this really will feel like I’m raping you and not party sex.

“It’s better if you relax and don’t think about what’s going to happen,”

	“I’m scared,” she sobbed, “ah don’t want to be raped.”

	“I call it,” he whispered, “tenderizing the one that I love.”

He wasn’t anything like the curved handle of her hairbrush.

She tried to relax but was too nervous to do it fully.  Crystal let out a grunt as he drove himself deep inside an area where no man had ever gone before.
It hurt for a moment as she was stretched; however she didn’t complain.  It felt too good to have something other than a finger inside her vagina to protest about pain that was fading fast.
Kevin spent 15 minutes minute on top of the teenager with his cock diving in and out.  While he really enjoyed fucking Crystal, there were others waiting their turn.  So Kevin finished filling the teenager up sooner than he wanted.
Last he stuck his cock in her mouth with instructions to, “wash it off.  It doesn’t taste bad and others are going to want you to do it too.”

Crystal had no choice but to “wash it” since his cock was shoved in her mouth and she couldn’t get it out.
Her tongue dance and over Kevin’s cock cleaning the man juice off it.
Her reward for it was more cum as he exploded inside her mouth.  Kevin couldn’t help himself and grin knowing he was probably feeding the girl her last meal.
Crystal was surprised the stuff in her mouth didn’t taste bad at all.  It was salty but she liked salty.

Kevin took his flaccid cock out of the girl’s mouth and said,

“You’re fantastic and I only wish that I had more time.  Unfortunately we don’t have time; others are waiting.  Now go get cleaned up before the next guy or gal comes to sample you.”

Crystal did that while he went out to the party.




	“Well?”

	“Nothing too extreme…she’s not a virgin anymore but she’s also not experienced enough to reciprocate much.  Keep it simple …No bondage, No double-teaming and No S & M…otherwise guys and gals knock your-selves silly!”

	“Err…and?” the next person outside the door asked expectantly

He had a one-word answer for them, “tasty.”




Crystal had a lifetime of sex in one night culminating with her mother having her.  Wendy had a taste of her daughter young slit.  She sucked on her tits.  Mostly she lay next to her and they talked quietly.

Wendy asked, “Have you enjoyed yourself tonight?”

“Yeah…oh…sex is so much fun,” Crystal replied.  “Umm…now I understand why you prefer the lubricated ones.  Woof!  But now that’s it’s over, I’m also a little worried about being cooked…umm…alive.”

“Yeah…that’s a fairly pretty typical reaction.”

“Mom…is it going to hurt?”

	Wendy reached over and stroked her daughter’s long blond hair as she said, “Baby…you’re going to be dead in a couple of hours so I’m not going to lie to you…of course it’ll hurt like a son of a bitch!”

	“Mom!”

“Crystal,” her mother snapped at her, “you’re about to become the main entrée at a cannibal dinner…did you really want me to lie to you about it?”

	“Umm…no…not really?”

	“Well…all I can tell you is what the other people that we’ve cooked, that is before they died, have told me.  The shaving and the scrubbing stings and then you’re forced to drink like six or seven gallons of water.  Needless to say the vomiting and the enemas are a pain at both ends.  Nothing’s really going to hurt until they get you up and over the burners.”

	“Hmm…doesn’t make me feel any better…”

	“Kevin’s got a lot of practice doing this baby; he’ll try his best to make your experience as painless as is physically possible.”




Outside, light filled the windows a clock downstairs began to chime eight o’clock.



Then with a sigh Wendy said, “Well it’s time honey.  It’s time to get you ready for dinner.”

One last question mom, then I’ll go with you.

“You’ve been going to theses parties but I never knew that you were a…a cannibal for all of these years.  So my question is, did you ever think about…umm…eating me before?”

Her mother blushed and turned away for a second trying to hold back her tears.  “Oh baby…you’ve been such an awful temptation for me ever since you were born.  I thought about what it’d be like to eat you all the time my dear.  It’s the real reason that I insisted on bathing you up until you were ten years old.  I’ve thought about it all the time…but you know I’m not a chef.”

 “Yeah,” Crystal giggled, “I know.  You’re the only person I know that can burn water.”

 “Well time to get you into the kitchen so a proper chef can cook you.  I have to say I’m looking forward to this being on my plate,” Wendy said pinching her daughter’s bottom.





Although nervous about being cooked the thought of being eaten by her mom and others made her excited.  This didn’t go unnoticed by either Kevin or the meat’s mother.

“We still have some time.  How about we have a last snack together,” he said to Wendy.

She smiled saying spread your legs so he can get in there.  I want to try these tits again.” Kevin once again licked her juicy cunt.

Her mom’s tongue rolled over Crystal nipples and they perked up.  Wendy bit on the nipples softly and licked them over the next few minutes.  Kevin brought the screaming food to a climax and Crystal’s legs gave out.
Her mother helped Crystal off the floor.  Kevin pushed a button on the center island and the top of the slid away.  Under it was a shallow stainless steel trough with hoses at one end and a drain at the other.

Kevin smiled as he told the two, “that’s all the time we have playing with the food.  It’s time to get this meat ready for the BBQ.  Wendy, could you help the meat up here so I can clean her?”

Crystal was laid out on the table warm water was sprayed over her body.  He rubbed Crystal with the soapy water and she relaxed even more just the way he wanted.
He needed her to be this way because cleaning the bowels out was painful.  He inserted deep into her ass and hot water began to fill them to the bursting point, before the meat was allowed to drain it.  This was done 5 times before the liquid coming out of her ran clean.
Once her insides were cleaned

Kevin said, “That was the worst part.  Now I’ll need to fill them back up.  Would you be a good enough to get the stuffing for me Wendy?”

While she was doing that he flipped Crystal onto her stomach.  Her butt was raised in the air making it easier for what came next.
Tears were in Crystal’s eyes.  It had been painful to be cleaned, but she had accepted that she was meat and they could do what wanted to her.

“What kind of stuffing?” she asked.

“It’s cornbread stuffing with Hyssop.  However when your juices have soaked into it…” Kevin smacked his lips, “scrumptious.”

She inhaled deeply as the first spoonful of cold stuffing was scooped inside her.  Once full a carrot was used as a cork to hold the stuffing in.

Kevin asked, “Would mind buttering your daughter’s backside? I can get the spit then while you doing that.”

Wendy was thrilled to be asked this and as bad a cook as she was spreading butter over crystal would be easy.
Usually Kevin prepared the meat by himself.  However since this meal had a family member here he wanted keep both of them calm.  This was the best way to do it.

“Is the spit going through me or am I going to be tied to it?” she asked.

Wendy spread the butter over her daughter as she answered, “We like to tie the meat to the spit.  It stays alive longer and it tastes better.”

“Good,” she said.  “I want everyone to like me.”

Kevin came back with a long metal pole and laid it by Crystal’s buttered back.  Taking the meat arms he tied the hands behind her back.

“I need you roll onto your side and relax.  Mom is going to butter your front while tie the spit into place.  No you’re still tense.  I know play dead and let us do all the work,” Kevin explained.

Crystal was too excited about being cooked to be relaxed.  Playing dead however seemed the best way to let them prepare her.
The meat’s legs were bent slightly and tied.  This would allow the heat to come up and cook the cunt filet.
A stabilizer was shoved up the meats sex to keep her from siding around.  Kevin knew that was true enough, but for female meat it was a way to enjoy multiple orgasms.
In fact the girl was already figuring that out.  He could see her pussy quivering as he looped the cooking twine around her waist.
More twine was looped above just below the chest and yet more at the shoulders.
Now Crystal couldn’t move anything below the neck and she was coated in butter.  After her hair was tied up and foil wrapped she was ready.
Kevin called two men in to bring the meat to the pit while he got a few more things.  Wendy however was right beside her daughter’s side.  She whispered how proud of her she was.
When Crystal came out she was greeted with cheers from the partygoers.  She heard a few comments on how delicious looking she was.  Mostly though, Crystal was looking at an area with two Y bars and glowing coals coming closer and closer into view.  She was becoming nervous, but she had no choice anymore.
Crystal heard the clang as the spit was laid across the Y bars.  She saw red-hot coals and felt the heat rising a few feet below her body.
Before Crystal had a chance to scream that she was burning up she was turning.  The teen looked down the length of her body to see her mom turning the crank on the spit.

“Don’t mess up mom,” she said.

The partygoers laughed and nodded.

Wendy replied, “I won’t, because I’m only turning you.  Kevin will decide when you’re cooked to perfection.”

Kevin came over and whispered into Wendy’s ear and she nodded turning her daughter face down.


	As Crystal spun, she noticed a small group of partygoers, mostly men with a woman or two, approaching with chaise lawn chairs and drinks in their hands.  Unfolding the chairs, they set them up in a semicircle around the roasting rig.  Then lifting their drinks high over their heads and clicking them together, they offered a toast to Crystal.

	“I’ve got an audience?” she thought to herself.

	Everyone drained his or her glasses before settling into their lounge chairs.  In only a couple of seconds, all she could see was a row of naked soles pointed in her direction.  A man got up and walking to each chair, squirted something from a squeeze bottle into each person’s hand.  Promptly the recipient applied the stuff to his or her genitals and began ever so slowly rubbing him or herself.

	“They’re masturbating over me while I roast?”

	“Mom…who are these people?”

	“Oh them,” her mother started giggling, “We call them the penis gallery.  Sort of a cross between



	Her nipple closest to the fire began to stiffen and swell.  Even though she couldn’t see herself, Crystal was certain that her skin was beginning to darken and turn stiff.  Then the pain blossomed in her nipple and spread back along her aureole

It didn’t take long for Crystal to say, “turn me please I’m burning up.”

She was turned 90 degrees so her back was toward the coals.  A man approached and poured a little wine into crystal’s mouth.

“Thanks I needed that,” meat said.

Then she was sideways looking at the crowd.  A short time later Crystal was once again looking at the coals.  She gritted her teeth until she could take the heat no more.

“I’m burning up!” Crystal shouted. “Turn me!”

Crystal was turned and saw her mother staring her into her face.  Wendy had a jar in hands.

“Look how red you’ve become and you smell good too.  Kevin say’s this will help a little with the heat.”

She brushed the brownish liquid over her daughter.
Crystal sighed as the BBQ sauce hit her skin.
That felt good, but so did the metal between her legs.  Her pussy was convulsing almost all the time now.


The BBQ sauce helped but between the heat and the orgasms she was becoming tired.  Crystal saw Kevin come over with a fork.  She felt pressure on her ass but no pain.  She was spun and this time she could see the fork being plunged into one of her breasts.


It was the oddest sensation to see the shiny tines sink into her skin and not actually feel any pain.  There was only a dull vibration in her chest when shiny metal met bone.

Pulling it out Kevin said, “Well your coming along nicely, little piggy.  If you have anything to say to you mother do it now.  You’re not going to be here much longer.”

“Oh…mom,” Crystal sobbed, “ah…I can…can smell myself cooking.  Oh…it’s so…so horrible.”

	“Why’s it horrible dear?”

	“Ah…I smell so delicious…everyone is going to…ah…like me?”

	“Oh…yes,” Wendy enthusiastically agreed, “we’re all going to enjoy eating you…why you smell good enough to eat right now.”

	“Oh…oh,” Crystal smiled under her coating of barbeque sauce.

“But,” her mother whispered, “You have a very long time to cook before we can.  Ok…little piggy I need you to open wide.  I have a treat for you.”

Crystal opened her mouth and an apple was shoved in.  She bit deeply into the fruit and then saw her world spinning again.
The meat was humping the spit as fast as she could now.  The hushed crowd could hear the muffled screams.  Then with a last loud scream

Felt the tendons in her arms, back, thighs and abdomen pop and spasm with released pent-up frustration.  Then the biggest orgasm in her life swept over Crystal leaving her limp and drained on the spit.


A cheer went up from the crowd and they disperse.  A few people came by to say how sorry they felt that her daughter had to end up this way.  Still when the time came they wouldn’t hesitate to eat the teenager’s meat.

A few hours later Kevin announced that the dinner was ready.  Crystal had been removed from the BBQ to and now lay on her back between two Y poles next to the picnic tables.  Her belly was ripped open and the stuffing removed.

	Using a laptop, Kevin scanned the images of the menu to divide up the portions.  Lifting the electric carving knife, he carefully followed the lines to separate the roast into each particular cut requested.

Kevin would look at laptop computer where a picture of the menu was.  He would carve that particular cut the person had written down on the meat.
Wendy and Kevin took their choices and joined the others.

	Staring at the incredibly small slice of muscle, fat and connecting skin on his plate, he carefully sliced away a bite-sized piece.  Lifting it cautiously to his lips, he sucked it into his mouth and bit into it.  And then Kevin gasped in awe; it was the most tender and juicy piece of meat that he’d ever enjoyed.
	Wendy was having a similar experience with her daughter’s left rump.  It was positively delicious in a way that she’d never known any prior cannibal cuisine to be before.  As she looked around the dining room, it was obvious that everyone else was thinking exactly the same thought of his or her cut.

“Kevin,” Wendy asked him, “this is the most delicious, tender and juicy bit of an animal that I’ve ever eaten since I started coming to these parties.  I’m beginning to wonder if other…umm…juveniles might taste as good?”

	“Hmm…juveniles,” he nodded his head; he was still hesitant to mention the word “children” to her considering what they’d just finished eating.  “I think,” he said while giving Wendy an evil grin, “ we should find out.”

	He stood up and tapped his wineglass to get everyone’s attention.

“First off,” He announced loudly, “I want to thank Wendy for bringing her daughter last night and secondly for allowing us to barbecue Crystal for this afternoon’s dinner.  I’m sure that we’re all in agreement that she raised an exceptionally fine piece of meat?”


“Umm…Wendy,” Kevin asked her, “How many of the Yellow Jackets have you dropped?”

	“Four or five…I think?”





	“Which leads me to my next question,” he said, “working with animals everyday has taught me several important things about judging the grade, quality and ultimately the taste.  And when it comes to taste, juveniles are always better than only the most specialized types of mature specimens.  So what I want to propose is that at our next big party everyone brings a juvenile, a child?”


Like always we will draw a name, but instead of one of us being on the menu it could be the young person.”

The murmurs were almost deafening as everyone talked to each other at once.


Someone was heard to say, “It might have to be a pair if they’re really young.”

“All right,” Kevin agreed, “let’s put it to a vote.  Everyone who thinks we should cook one or more children at the next party please raise your hands.”

Every hand there went up.

The End