Family Dinner

Family Dinner
By
A Cannibal

The Sullivan family wanted to go on vacation but there was a problem. Nobody in the family of 6 could agree as to where to go. The parents Sara and Ryan wanted somewhere quite with room service. The oldest daughter Jessica at 16 wanted to stay home so she could be with boyfriend. The middle girl Alexis was 12 and she didn’t care where they went as long as it had cutie boys. Then there was Ethan the only boy in the family. He was 6 and wanted a pool. Ethan had just learned to swim and now loved pools. That left the baby of the family Sophie. The 4 year was fascinated ponies and wanted to ride one.
 “Okay, okay. You’ve all voiced your opinions now go find something to do while I research. And no Jessica, I’m not leaving you alone to make out with Michael,” she said. The teenager ran from the room followed few seconds later by the sound of her bedroom door slamming.
“Teenagers,” Ryan said shaking his head.
With a sigh his wife said, “Yes honey, typical teenage girl. Now everybody leave while I see if I can find a place with ponies, pools and kid friendly.”
 After hours of searching the internet Sara got the family back together.
“Here’s what I found and it has something for everyone. Well almost everyone,” she said eyeing her oldest daughter. She spread out some pictures that had been printed from off the computer so the family could see.
There’s horseback riding on the beach for you Sophie. It’s on the beach with a reef just offshore which will be good for you Ethan. It family friendly so there will be other kids and young adults there for you two to play with Alexis and Jessica. As for us love, they have 5 star restaurant right there in the hotel and if we don’t feel like going out the room they deliver.”
 Ryan had who had been studying the pictures had come to realize one think his wife had neglected to mentioned. The people in these pictures didn’t seem to have any clothing on.
Leading his wife away from the children Ryan whispered, “This is a nudist resort. Are you alright with the kids seeing naked people? Me I don’t care one way or the other.”
Sara snickered as she explained, “first of all it a clothing optional resort. No one is forced to go naked. Second the kids all know about sex. I mean our two youngest still bathe together. If the kids are embarrass about showing off their bodies they don’t have to undress. That goes for you too. As for me I worked hard to get my body back in shape after Sophie and I want to show it off.”
They returned to the children who were trying hard not to laugh because they too had realized the people weren’t anything. Sara laughed as she said, “Alright you four I take it you know, so does anyone have a problem being naked?”
“And if you don’t want to undress that’s alright too,” Ryan added.
The three older kids laughed and nodded their agreement. The younger pair agreed, but they weren’t as positive as to what was going on. All they knew was there was a place to swim and horses.
Two weeks later the family arrived at the resort.
They were amazed to see that all the staff was naked from the young lady who checked them in, to the bellboy who took their bags to their rooms.
The kids had their own room while mom and dad had theirs. This was done because of the older girls with their raging hormones; they didn’t want any boys get lucky with them. That wouldn’t happen if their bother and sisters were there.
Sara told her kids, “as soon as we settled I suggest we start the day at the pool. Remember you don’t have to where a swimsuit here.”
Back in her room Sara sighed and began unpacking.
I don’t know why I brought so many clothes if I’m not going to wear them.”
 Opening his suitcase Ryan said, “I think I might have brought along to much clothing also.”
Sara looked over to his bag and saw a few tee-shirts and a pair of pants.
Sara laughed and shut her suitcase, “why are we unpacking? It’s not like we’re going to be wearing anything for the next week.”
They went to the kid’s room. Seeing they weren’t ready Ryan said, “Hey slow pokes you realize you don’t actually have to unpack. It’s not like you’re going to need clothes this week.”
The clothing flew from the children’s bodies. The older girls grabbed their tanning lotion from their suit cases, mom had lotion for the younger two and the family was ready to go.
Down in basement room with a dozen monitors sat a man and woman. Only a few people knew of the room and only select cliental were allowed down here.
The woman was rather rotund from the gourmet meals she ate. She was fully clothed in and her mid 40s. She also was dripping with diamonds. The man was a chef and not just any chef but a cannibal chef. He was dressed white pants and shirt, with a few blood stains.
“How many are you looking for this time Mrs. Vanderhouse? As usual we have a wide selection in age and size,” he said.
She smiled not taking her eyes from the screens saying, “Maybe a family size meal, say ½ dozen. Wow, could you zoom camera 5 in on that blond family that just entered the pool area please.”
The camera zoomed in showing a family putting towels on chase lounges.
“Mmm yes, I think my family would like to eat them next weekend, if you don’t mind?”
“Not a problem. You want them pieced out as usual or would you rather have them whole roasted?” the chef asked.
“Hmm I might like one or two whole the rest we might want to eat the others as they cook. As usual my kids will want to play with them too,” Mrs. Vanderhouse said.
The chef chuckled, “of course. Most people do like to play with their food, especially if they are as good looking as this family.”
“You do have the most marvelous food I ever had. I think we’ll want to have them for Sunday brunch next weekend,” she said practically licking her lips in anticipation.
The Sullivan family had no idea that their live were down to just a handful of days. They enjoy all the features the resort had swimming in the pool and in the ocean. Sophie was disappointed that they had a minimum age of 7 to ride the ponies. Still there were lots of other things to keep the 4 year old occupied. The wading pool was favorite one and she even found a little “boyfriend” about her age. Sometimes they sat quietly and secretly felt between each other’s legs, but most part it was chasing one another.
The parents were more concerned with Alexis and Jessica and the way the boys looked at them. The girls knew this too and flaunted their bodies as much as they could.
Ethan was not interested in girls at his age they had “cooties and other yucky stuff.” That was why he played with other boys around his age. They too wanted nothing to do with girls.
One day a man came to their room and offered the family a complementary massage for all of them. None of them knew the man was in actuality the chef. He was there to get a good look at the meat.
She was lying face up on table so he had an excellent view of her body. He estimated mom as being 5 foot 5 and still having an athletic build after 4 kids and more importantly there were no plastic surgery scars marring her body. It was important that the meat have no artificial ingredients after all plastic tasted terrible. So Mrs. Vanderhouse or a family member would enjoy the mother’s natural 36c breast for brunch.
Next up was the dad. He was stretched out on the table the man measured 6 foot 6 and had to weigh in at 230 pounds, all muscle.
As the chef massaged the father he noticed the man’s cock became excited. His manhood plumped and became 7 inches long. He wondered which of Mrs. Vanderhouse’s filmily would get this prime piece of meat.
After the adults came the children starting with the oldest Jessica. She closely resembled her mother with long legs and lushes breasts. The girl was a few inches shorter as well as lighter but that didn’t matter, there was still sufficient meat on her bones to satisfy the other family’s appetite.
The chef enjoyed the next girl and wished he could enjoy her in another way but that was not to be. It was standard practice not to play with the customer’s food. So all he could do was rub Alexis’s body. From a cooking standing point she was do nicely. Everything was still very tight although quite a bit smaller than her mother and sister. Her 28a breasts would probably satisfy a certain member of Mrs. Vanderhouse’s family. If he remembered one of family members loved small breasts.
Ethan’s turn on the table was nothing special. Still the chef got the boy’s cock to rise a few inches by massaging it. Something he didn’t dare do to the older family member. What the boy lacked up front he made up in the behind. Ethan had two wonderfully meaty rump roasts.
Last up was the baby meat, although you couldn’t call Sophie a baby. One day she might have rivaled her older sisters. that is if she hadn’t a date with a dinner table. The chef like working with younger children there was not as much prep work. The teens and parents would have to be shaven between the legs and down to their toes. Thus this cutie wouldn’t need that, for her snatch was barren as the day she was born.
By the time the chef left he had all the measurements he needed to cook the 6 meat packs. He figured four BBQ pits and 2 roasting pans for his big ovens would do.
He would slowly BBQ the parents and teenager while the little ones cooked in the ovens. If anyone wanted a piece of meat all they had to do was slice it off, preferably after they were cooked.
Saturday night the Sullivan’s enjoy what would be their last meal. For desert each had a nice big bowl of ice cream. The cannibal chef, who had been watching from the kitchen, made the family a special ice cream desert. He added a little something that would insure the meat wouldn’t offer any resistance later that night.
It was around midnight when a dozen men enter the meats room and they were removed from their room. Everyone was awake and could see what was happing but could do nothing, not even scream.
Each was taken and laid over a horse’s back. They were tied and taken into the woods to a private house at the far end of the resort.
Little Sophie was thrilled she was riding a pony even if it was in a strange way. The rest of the family was not thrilled at all. The parents wondered what was going to happen to their family. What was going to happen to them once they got there?
The Sullivan’s were removed from the horses and taken into the house to the kitchen and shoved into cages.
The men snickered, made obscene comments about what they’d liked to the woman and girls as they left. Ryan and Sara weren’t that concerned about the comments. They were more worried about the gigantic ovens that could easily fit any member of the family inside it. They had a bad feeling about that they and the children were going to become food for cannibals.
They eventfully fell into a restless sleep only to be woken by the sounds of pans banging. Ryan recognized him the same man who had given them all a massage earlier in the week.
HEY! What are you doing? Let my family go,” Ryan shouted.
The chef looked up from what his pans and smiled.
“Ah, you’re awake and the others are too. Good, I hate explaining things more than once.
To answer your questions let’s start with the second question first, NO! That leads us to your first question and the short answer is getting things ready for brunch.”
He eyed the family as continued, “You probably guessed as to what on the menu or say we say whom.”
There were 4 gasp of horror the young two didn’t understand being too young. For the others though the message was all too clear they were the food.
Sara tried to plead for her children’s lives, “please don’t hurt the children. They have their whole lives ahead of them. For god sakes two of them are only babies.”
The chef laughed explaining, “Well their not babies and by the time Mrs. Vanderhouse and her family finish enjoying their company they definitely won’t be.”
“Bad enough you’re going to eat us, but why rape the children?” Sara wanted to know.
The chef shook his head, “I’m the chef I’ll be cooking you and your husband as well as the rest of your family. As for raping them, that’s up to the person who ordered you Mrs. Vanderhouse. Her sons and daughters always like play with their food before eating it.”
“They certainly do, as do I chef,” she said.
 Mrs. Vanderhouse stepped into the light along with her daughters Amy & Brenda. Also her sons Jason, Toby & Brandon were there and eyeing the girls in their cages.
She walked up to them and peered into the cages at the meat. The meat shrank back and covered up the best they could.
Mrs. Vanderhouse turn to the chef saying, “they look even better than they did on camera. Ok children you may begin to play with the food, if that’s alright with you chef.”
It was so the kids opened up the cages and pulled the struggling and screaming meat. They had little trouble with the meat as they took them to bedrooms for enjoyment. The only problem was with Ryan, but with the help of the chef and Brenda the oldest daughter at 17, he was secured to the bed.
As soon as the exited the room Brenda began to enjoy herself.
“Let’s have a little taste of your sausage,” she wrapped her mouth around his cock coaxing him to excited state. Naturally Ryan didn’t his cock to grow, but it did. His thinking was the larger he got the more likely it could end in her stomach. He was right eventually she would it, but at the moment she thought particular part as a toy.
 He shot a load of man juice into her mouth and Brenda knew she wanted to eat this piece later.
Now that she’d temporally satisfied her hunger the teenage wanted to satisfy her lust. So she got the man hard once again and lowered herself onto him.
It was a tight fit, but oh so satisfying as she rode the stallion until her climax.
Her twin brother had taken Sophie. Brandon liked young girls. Very young girls as in if they were showing any hint of breasts they were too old for him. That was why he liked the 4 year old she was the perfect size. Brandon loved the way the young girls struggled as he forced his 6’’ of manhood inside their immature cunts. Most of the tome he didn’t even bother to lube her up. This was the case for Sophie he held the screaming child over his hard-on and lowered her onto it. Brandon was only able to fit the tip of his cock inside her at first, before sex was stretch to the limit. But he shoved Sophie down ripping her whole open allowing more of himself inside her sex. It didn’t matter to him that she was ruined. It wasn’t like she was ever going to bare children and in a few hours he hoped to be dining on her.
Ethan wasn’t sure what was going to happen. He was tied to a bed and a girl had her hand wrapped around his pee-pee. Amy moved her hand up and down his small shaft. At 11 years of age she had been manipulate boy penises since she was a baby but only little boys. Her sister and mother always got the men. This meant she never got the cream filling she knew was in the older guys. Also she never sucked on them because that was where their pee came from.
Jason the youngest son at 13 was lucky he got the big breasted teenage girl. He loved breast meat whether it was raw or cooked. Jason would fuck the girl later, but at this moment he wanted to rub and suck Jessica's breasts. They were well toned and had great taste. He could hardly wait to eat them.
Toby liked the look of his toy. Unlike his older brother he liked girls just beginning to sprout. These were a little bit larger then he liked but the other females they had were too big or small. Alexis screamed for her mother, it did no good. Toby bent her over the bed and shoved his cock inside her cunt, while his hands played with the small breasts.
“Nice and tender boobs you have. I thing I’m going to enjoy these when I tire of you as a toy,” the boy whispered in the girls ear.
Alexis screams which turned to pleas and finally sobs.
Since they were out on males to play with Mrs. Vanderhouse kept mom in the kitchen to play with. She placed two bowls under the woman’s breasts. She began pinching and pulling pretending Sara was a cow for milking.
“Nice cow, if you give me some milk and you won’t have to go on the BBQ right away, like your husband and girls,” she said.
Sara whimpered “I don’t have any milk, they been dry for years. I’ll pay you we’re rich, just let my family go and you can name your price.”
Mrs. Vanderhouse laughed, “We all ready have enough money. Enough that we own this resort and use it as our private stockyard. So you and your family aren’t going anywhere except to the BBQ pits and ovens. Now then cow, since you’re dry I see no reason you and I shouldn’t have a little chat with the chef.”
“Please don’t hurt my family. Do what you want to me but don’t hurt my family any more than you have,” Sara pleaded to both the chef and her captor.
They both laughed with the woman cupped the meats breasts as if weighing them. “I’ll want these grilled when the time comes. Not right away understand. Only after she’s has seen I have planned for her kids.”
Sara was in tears as she said, “you can’t eat us were people.”
The chef said, “No you and your husband as well as the oldest girl are long pigs. The rest of your children are considered hairless goats and you’re all edible. Speaking of that here comes the first piece of meat.”
Brandon carried Sophie and dropped the child on the table.
With a smug and satisfied look on his face he said, “she yours chef clean her, stuff her, and put her in the oven. I worked up an appetite widening her for you stuffing.”
A mournful wail came for the girl’s mother looking her daughter’s bloody sex. Sophie was still unconscious, from being ripped open, that she never felt the hose as it was shoved inside her with no effort. After a quick wash he took a stuffing from the fridge and sat it on her stomached. This woke the girl up just in time for a handful of stuffing to be inserted in side her. This was followed by the chef’s fist to pack the stuffing deep inside Sophie.
By the time he finished Sara’s baby girl looked as though she were five months pregnant.
“Into the pan you go little one. Mom any last words to your meat kid?” the chef asked.
All Sara could do was wail in sorrow as her baby was slid inside the oven.
No sooner had Sophie gone into the oven then Toby bought his meat to the kitchen.
He gave his family a smile then asked the chef, “got any mustard?”
The chef pulled out a jar out of the fridge then placed a butter knife on in the flame of the stove.
Sara and Alexis screamed as the boy smeared the mustard over the preteen’s right breast. Both realized what he had planned and were horrified.
Toby slid the whole breast inside his mouth and bit down. When he pulled away from her Sara saw her daughter breast was missing. Alexis now screamed in pain as Toby devoured her tit.
“Delicious, but at the same time not filling,” he said and started putting mustard on the other breast.
“No! Not her other one,” Sara screamed at the boy.
It was too late Toby already had his mouth around her and was biting. Soon as he had finished the chef came over with the red hot knife and placed it over the bloody gaping holes, sealing the wounds. Between the eating of her breast and then the sealing of the wounds Alexis became unconscious. The chef sat the girl next to her mother it was no use cooking her if she wasn’t awake. The family liked the food to scream and twitch as they cooked. Their feelings were that it made the meat tastier.
 Next Amy led the boy into the kitchen. Ethan had minded what went on in the bedroom. He liked the rubbing and sucking the girl did to him. He became scared once again as he saw his big sister, with her breasts gone, lying next to their mother.
Amy looked to her mother and saying, “mom he has a really tasty sausage. Can the chef cook it right now? He doesn’t even have to cook the whole boy just his sausage, I’ll eat it right off his body.”
“No wait for your sister to bring daddy out then the two of you can their sausages together,” her mother said.
Sara said, “You’ve mangle two of my daughters and I don’t know what you have planned for my oldest girl. Now you’re going to do the same to my husband and son, please just kill us all. Don’t make us suffer.”
The chef answered for Mrs. Vanderhouse, “it’s obvious you know nothing about cooking long pigs and hairless goats. Otherwise you’d know that for best flavor they should be cooked alive.”
The cannibals in the room nodded in agreement.
Brenda came into the kitchen and asked for help get Ryan back to the kitchen. Once the meat was back there she made her choice of meat made known.
“Sausage and rocky mountain oysters on a spit,” she said.
Ryan eyes widen in horror as he said, “No! You can’t do that to me.”
Brenda snickered as she said, “why, why not? It’s not like you’re going to have any use for in a little while anyway.”
He struggled violently try to free himself, but like the other members of his family, Ryan couldn’t get free.
Jason came into the kitchen pulling Jessica behind him. While he was enjoying the teen’s company, the boy kept mentioning how he wanted her to be cooked. How she would be covered in BBQ sauce and turned over a low fire. Perhaps he might just roast Jessica’s breasts to start.
“Alright now that the whole family is here let’s take them into the BBQ room. Just give me a moment to check on the roast,” the chef said.
He opened the oven and pulled out Sophie. Her once white skin was bright red now, after ½ hr cooking in the oven. The chef pulled out a meat fork and proceeded to poke the girl with it. She yelped in pain every time the fork touched her skin.
The chef basted the meat and then went over to the fridge and pulled out an apple.
“Alright my little roast say goodbye to mommy and daddy. Family say goodbye to the roast. You won’t be seeing her again,”
The meat’s mother wept, the father cursed at everyone and her siblings trembled in fear knowing they were next. The chef opened her Sophie’s mouth; she was too weak to offer much resistance and inserting the apple. Then she was pushed back into the oven to cook.
The rest of the meat family was taken to another room. There were 6 natural gas BBQ pits, with various size spits and grills standing against the wall. The chef placed one of the grills over a pit and turned on the gas. He placed a thin foot long skew in the fire and a looked to be a toy shovel made metal
The father and son were brought up to the grill by the boy cannibals.
 “Don’t forget, I want to skew mine,” Brenda said.
“No I haven’t forgotten. He just needs a little cleaning, unless want hairy food,” the chef said.
She giggled and shook her head no, so the chef took a razor and removed the hair from between his legs.
As he did so Mrs. Vanderhouse asked, “Can you the remove the head hair from all of them too? I can then send it out and have someone weave a nice blanket for my bed. I also need some skin for my photo albums.”
The chef shook his head saying, “sorry ma’am, but I didn’t bring my skinning knifes just ones for cutting up the meat. As for the hair I can preserve that when I cook them and remove it later, when I get my knives.”
She told him that was acceptable, but the next time he should bring all his knives.
The chef picked up his knife placed it under the man’s balls and slice. Ryan let out a horrific scream as the chef held up the severed member for all to see. He quickly ran the skew the length of the shaft with the tip coming out the piss hole and handed it to Brenda. Only then did he pick up the shovel to seal the wound between the man’s legs. The boys held him up while their oldest sister tended the roasting manhood.
Ethan was led to another pit and his small boyhood was placed over the fire still attached, just the way Amy had ordered it.
Over the screams of the little boy the chef said, “Come here Amy you should learn to cook this yourself, just in case you go camping with a boy and get hungry.
 She giggled and the chef to show her how to cook the special boy part. “Keep it just above the flame like so. That’s it. See cooking cock isn’t that hard.”
Ethan screamed in pain as his boyhood was slowly roasted to perfection. He was then pulled in front of his family. Amy first licked his cock a few times before sticking him inside his mouth and bit down. Ethan scream once again, not in pain as all the nerves had been cooked. It was only because he felt a tug on his body that he knew anything was happening below his waist.
Amy stood up moved out of the way so his family could see the missing boyhood. All the meat screamed and blanched at the site. While Amy chewed the penis off the boy her sister took the skewed member off the grill. Brenda stuffed the sausage into a bun and pulled out the skew. She tucked the man’s balls into the bun then stood in front him and ate.
“You’re just as good cooked as you were raw. I can hardly wait to taste the rest of you,” Brenda said as she took another bite.
Ryan was weak from blood loss and shock, but he still had the strength to stare menacingly at the girl.
Jessica was pushed toward the chef by Jason.
He said, “I want her spited alive please. I’d like to see if she enjoys her last ride.”
The cannibals laughed with Brenda taunting her brother, “are you saying she didn’t enjoy the ride you gave her. How about it meat did you enjoy the ride my little brother gave you?”
Jason answered for the girl, “she enjoyed it just fine!”
The chef broke up the argument by saying, “get the meat onto the table for a quick wash and shave then I’ll spit her. He cleaned the hair from between her legs and then retrieved a spit from the wall.
The chef said, “Kids I need you to hold onto the meat. She not going to like what we have planned, are you meat?”
Jessica thought see knew see was going to happen to her and she didn’t like the idea one bit. She screamed shook her head from side to side in the hopes that he wouldn’t be tie able her to spit her. Jessica was wrong. With all the cannibal children holding the meat down the spit entered her pussy and exited her mouth a few minutes later. Jessica’s eyes darted around horror. Jessica couldn’t believe it she was alive with metal running though her body. She wanted to scream but when she saw the coals she wanted to do it even more, but she couldn’t because of the spit running though her throat. One last thing was added to the spitted girl and that was a foil hat. After all, the chef had promised to protect the hair for Mrs. Vanderhouse.
The BBQ girl saw the coals move from view once every few minutes and the heat move from her front to her backside, as Jason slowly rotated her.
Last up was the mom meat. She was Mrs. Vanderhouse’s choice to sample.
“You know when I checked those breast earlier I notice they weren’t that tight. Chef what do you think about running a skew though them to tighten them up?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am a hot skew would do that. Also if they are roasted while still attached they will plump. In her case I recommend doing it both ways,” the chef said squeezing the breasts.
Sara couldn’t help screaming as she listen to the plans they had for her. She hadn’t like what these people had done to her husband and the children that was bad enough, but now they were talking about her.
A nod from Mrs. Vanderhouse to the chef conveyed the message for him to go ahead and do it.
He picked up the same skew that had been used to roast her husband’s penis a short time ago. He placed it over the fire to get it red hot. While the cannibal chef waited for the skew to heat up he felt Sara’s breasts. This was done to decide the best location to skew them.
“Let’s see here, hmm yes, right about here is the best spot,” he said. The chef drew a small “x” so he’d know where spit needed to go.
Sara tried a knew plea to save herself, “No don’t do that you’ve got plenty of meat. What do you need mine for?”
Mrs. Vanderhouse said, “Yes there is a lot of meat here. The only thing is we all enjoy different flavors. I prefer something with a bit age and those look to be the perfect age.”
The chef picked the skew out of the fire and walked over to Sara. The woman continued to plead as he inserted the small spit. It passed though the left breast and into the right one before it exited. The chef gave the spit a little tug to make sure it was secured before pushing the screaming mom to the grill. The chef buttered the lovely lady lumps before pushing Sara toward the grill.
She struggled against all the way there. It was no use though even as athletic from playing a lot of tennis she as was no match for a chef who dealt almost daily with this type meat. She was bent over the over the BBQ pit, her tits mere inches from the coals.
“Let me up, I’m burning,” Sara screamed.
Mrs. Vanderhouse came and pulled on spit and looked at breasts.
“Nonsense they haven’t even begun to cook,” she said to the meat.
Jason turned the job of turning the spit with Jessica to his oldest sister and trotted over to where his mom watched the breasts turning red.
“Mother, may I enjoy your meat’s cunt? I don’t think she been tenderized down there yet…,” he smiled sheepishly before continuing, “You don’t have the equipment to do that.”
Laughing she said, “I was hoping one of you boys would want to tenderize her. As you said I don’t have the equipment, so go ahead.”
He lowered his pants and took the mom from behind.
Jason couldn’t believe how loose she was when he entered her. Compared to the daughter the mom’s cunt felt as if it was empty.
Sara felt someone poke her and knew she was being raped. It didn’t matter to her though, because she knew no matter what she and her family were nothing more than meat to them. If he wanted to fuck a cow, pig or whatever type animal they considered her then the boy could. Sara knew it was a boy, the chef was busying himself basting her tits, which still felt as if they were being burnt off.
Ten minutes after they had been put on the breasts where red another ten and Sara had no feeling in them anymore.
After another ten they were brown and ready to be served. Sara was taken to a table were Mrs. Vanderhouse waited. Her breast still attached were place on a platter. The chef left the two mothers alone to check on the roast in the kitchen.
“You look delicious. Now my dear don’t struggle you won’t feel a thing as I cut one of these off to eat,” Mrs. Vanderhouse said.
She drove a fork deep into the right breast and cut the tit just in front of the spit.
Sara screamed as she saw ½ her breast plop onto a plate. There was no pain it was just the sight of it that scared her.
Even though Mrs. Vanderhouse was high society and under normal circumstances would always use silverware, but this was not normal this was cannibalism. The way one ate human meat was with the fingers. Mrs. Vanderhouse picked up the meat and sank her teeth into the savory meat.
Sara had mixed feeling about this the woman seem to enjoying the breast. The problem was it was her breast that was being eaten.
When the chef returned he was not alone. He was pushing a cart with a platter on it full roasted girl. She was formally known to her family as Sophia.
The little girl made beautiful roast with her yellow hair highlighted against the brown of her body. Her blue eyes stared into empty space but it was her smile of content that unnerved her mother. If she didn’t know better she would have sworn Sophie had died in the middle of an orgasm. As far as she knew it was impossible for a child of four to have sexual reactions. She didn’t know that even babies had a sexual release at the end of their lives when cooked alive.
The meat was wheel over to Brandon and her family was brought over to witness the eating of the baby of their family.
The piece Brandon wanted was the little girl pussy.
He carved the cunt steak out then added stuffing to his plate. Brandon made sounds of like “Mmm” and “delicious” much to the disgust of the little girl’s family.
“Alright people time get you all to cooking. The family’s getting hungry and you all have a long time to cook,” the chef said.
None of the meat said anything they were all in shock after having pieces of themselves eaten and seeing a roasted Sophie being eaten. Not to mention Jessica who was skin had redden as she rotated.
All were tied to spits rather than spitting them though the ass. This way they cannibals could listen to the meat scream or plea, which the meat did. It was like music to them.
Each meat ended up on their own platter and were eaten by the same cannibal enjoyed them earlier.
When they finished the chef removed the leftover meat packing each family member a people bag. The heads taken by the chef who promised to remove the hair she needed for a blanket. Once the family left t chef he had his dinner, tongues and eyeballs.

THE END