The brakes of the bus squealed loudly as it stopped in a cloud of dust right in front of the little diner. Patty looked over and saw the sign "Delores' Diner". Patty stepped off the bus and the driver handed Betty her suitcase. The bus quickly pulled off, once again stirring up a cloud of dust. Betty fanned at the dust and walked to the diner.
Betty sat down at the counter and watched the old woman going about her work. Betty guessed this must be Dorothy. Patty caught the old woman's attention and ordered a coke. The trip had been long and hot so the Coke tasted great. Patty had hoped Betty would be here. She sat there about thirty minutes but Betty did not appear. Finally she asked Dorothy, "Where is Betty?"
Dorothy looked at the girl cautiously and said, "She's at the restaurant, can I help you?"
Patty replied, "I guess. I am Patty, Betty's sister."
Dorothy relaxed and said with her usual smile, "Well, girl, I am glad to see you. I have heard a lot of good things about you. My, you are prettier than Betty said. You just hold on and I will get her here."
Patty replied with a simple thanks as she continued sipping her drink. It took no time for Betty to walk into the diner. The two girls ran toward each other and hugged. It had been a couple of years since they had seen each other. The two girls went to one of the booths and spent the next two hours talking about their past and catching up on the present. Finally the conversation drifted to the reason Patty had come. Patty asked, "Betty, do you really cook girls here?"
Betty replied smiling at her sister's excitement, "I told you we did, didn't I? I'll give you a tour of our facilities as soon as you rest a while."
Betty took Patty out to the farm. In the house Betty showed Patty her room. Betty said, "I'll come back in about an hour to show you around. I have to take care of some things at the restaurant."
Patty decided to take a shower. The Texas dust was in every pore of her skin. Patty stripped off her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked disappointedly at her small breasts. Patty had always wanted full breasts like her sister but nature had played a cruel joke on her. She pushed up on her a-cup breasts trying to make them look bigger. Patty's body had quit developing when she was about fourteen.
Patty finished her shower and dressed in shorts and a halter top. Patty liked this outfit because it showed off her best assets, her legs and belly. Betty arrived back at the house and the two went off to the barn. Patty almost went into shock as the saw the cells lining the wall of the barn. There were at least fifty naked women in these cells. Several of the girls were no older than Patty. Patty asked her sister, "Are all of these girls going to die?"
Betty replied, "Yea, all of them. They all come here wanting to be on the menu."
Patty felt her pussy getting moist at the thought of these women being cooked. Betty then took her sister to the restaurant. In the kitchen a cook had a woman on the chopping block. The girl on the chopping block had a dazed look on her face. She did not notice the two girls watching her. Patty saw that the girl's pussy was soaking wet. The cook brought down the meat clever on one of the girl's legs. The girl screamed in pain and ecstasy as her leg was separated. The cook worked professionally and deliberately as he separated the girl's other leg from her body. He then chopped just below the screaming girl's shoulder. Patty was now the one in a daze as she looked at the woman laying on the table with all of her limbs detached. Patty watched intently as the cook stuck the woman, in her flat belly, with a knife. He worked the knife to her breastbone and then to her pubic bone. The cook reached in the woman's abdomen and pulled her guts out into a bucket. The girl on the table had quit screaming and watched as the man sawed and cut at her ribs. Soon the girl's ribs were piled with her limbs. The cooked brought the clever down again and the girl's head was separated from her body.
Betty tugged at her sister, pulling her out of the trance. Patty said nothing as she followed her sister. Her mind ran the scene in the kitchen over and over in her mind. Betty led her sister to a building out back. In this large building there were about ten women laying on a large rack cooking over hot coals. The smell of the cooking girls filled the building. Patty could tell a couple of the girls were still alive.
Betty turned to her sister and asked, "What do you think of it."
Patty replied excitedly, "It is awesome. I have never seen anything like it."
Betty said with a business like tone, "I have to get back to work. I'll take you back to the farm."
Patty asked expectantly, "Can and I help you."
Betty was pleased her sister was taking and interest and said, "Sure you can. I can use all the help I can get. I have to spit one. Sometimes it is little hard to get the spit in."
The two girls went back into the restaurant. Betty went to the holding room and told one of the girls to follow her. Patty watched as the lean built girl followed Betty with excitement. Patty could not help but notice how all of the girls were so willing to die. Betty led the girl to the spitting room. In here there were several devices, each one with the intent of spitting a live girl. Betty looked at her sister and said, "This girl has a special request. She wants a slow spitting and wants to do it herself. We always try to give the girls what they want."
The girl climbed onto a small platform. The spit, about two inches in diameter, protruded through the platform. The girl straddled the spit and eased it into her pussy. For a few minutes the girl fucked the spit like a huge dildo. All of a sudden the girl threw all of her weight on the spit. The girl screamed as the spit tore into her cervix. Patty watched intently as the girl's blood flowed from her pussy. The girls sat motionless on the spit for almost minute, as if having second thoughts. Then the girl grabbed two handles above her head and pushed her self down on the spit. Pain covered the girl's face as the spit was forced into her intestines.
Patty was speechless as she watched the girl impale herself on the spit. Patty could only guess the spit was in the girl's stomach. She continued watching as the girl pushed harder forcing the spit even further into her body. The girl tilted her head back and the spit shot out of the girls mouth, forcing it wide open. The girl then seemed to relax. Patty could tell from the familiar look in the girl's eyes she was having an orgasm.
Betty saw the enjoyment in her sister's eyes. Betty was glad she was having a good time. She broke Patty's trance as she said, "You want to give the girl a little more pleasure. I know you want to."
Patty did not say a word as she bounced onto the plat form. She rubbed the girl's full breasts, feeling a little jealous of the size. Patty licked each nipple and then moved quickly down to the girl's blood covered pussy. She licked the girl's clit and felt her quiver slightly. Patty worked her tongue furiously at the dying girl's clit, tasting her juices mixed with the blood. Patty reached between the girl's legs and played with her pussy. It took no time for both of the girls to orgasm.
Patty stepped off the platform with a huge grin. Her face was covered with the girl's blood. Betty handed her a towel and she wiped the blood from her face. Patty looked at her sister and said, "If I was going to die, that is the way I would want to go."
Two men lifted the spitted girl off the platform and carried her to the pit. Soon the girl was turning over a bed of hot coals. Patty felt the heat, from the coals, on her face and knew it must be really hot to the girl.
The two sisters soon had several more girls over the coals. Betty said to her sister, "It will be few hours before the guest start to arrive. We'll go out to the farm and rest for a while."
Back at the farm Patty went straight to her room and grabbed the telephone. She quickly dialed a number. A familiar voice answered on the other end, "Hello."
Patty spoke quickly, "It is awesome out here Crystal. You've got to see this place!"
Crystal answered as excitedly as Patty, "Is it for real? Do they really cook people? You have got to tell me all about it."
Patty replied, "Better yet, you've got to come out here and see for yourself."
Crystal said questioningly, "Do you think your sister would mind?"
Patty replied, "I am sure she won't. How quick can you get here."
Crystal said, "I am packing right now. I can be there tomorrow."
Dorothy walked into the house and heard a strange voice. She followed the sound, opened the door to Patty's bedroom and said, "Hi there Patty, you enjoying your visit?"
Patty looked at the older woman excitedly and replied, "I sure am. I got to see girls being spitted today. It was so exciting."
"That's good, there's going to be a lot more spittn' and cooking going on tonight." Dorothy said.
Patty said, hoping to stay longer than a few days, "I hope you don't mind me staying here for a little while. I really loved seeing the girls get cooked today."
Dorothy smiled and said, "I sure don't mind you staying here and I get a kick out of seein' the girls cookn' myself."
Patty thought about Crystal coming and asked, "I invited a friend of mine down. I hope you don't mind. She won't be any trouble."
Dorothy, with her usual easy going manner and replied, "I sure don't mind. I like having guest here. Your friend must like to see girls cookn' too."
Patty grinned and said, "Yea, she does."
The party went well that night. Patty got her first taste of human meat. She knew she would never be the same again. Patty knew she wanted to eat girls for the rest of her life. Her thoughts turned to her friend Crystal. She had laid in bed with her many nights on their sleep-overs, and ate her pussy. Patty wondered what her cooked flesh would taste like.
That evening as Patty was helping Betty feed the girls in the barn when a horn honked outside. Patty rushed out of the barn, dropping a tray of food. It was her friend Crystal. Crystal jumped out of the taxi and ran to her friend. Betty stood back admiring the young new arrival dressed in a skimpy halter top and shorts that bare covered the cheeks of her ass. Betty could tell from the sensuous kiss the two girls were more then friends.
When the two young girls broke their kiss, Patty looked at her sister and asked, "Can I take Crystal to the restaurant and show her everything."
Betty loved the excitement only youth can bring and replied, "Sure, take the truck. I can catch a ride later. Right now I have to finish feeding the girls."
Patty took her young friend's hand and the two ran for the pickup. Soon they were walking into the cookhouse behind the restaurant. Their nostrils filled with the odor of cooking meat. Crystal looked with the same amazement that Patty had. Crystal reached down to rub her pussy through her shorts. Patty noticed this and pulled Crystal's hand away, then replaced it with her own. Patty slipped her hand under the shorts and stuck a finger in her hairless pussy. All the time Crystal watched as a young spitted girl turned over a bed of hot coals. Crystal said in short, quick, breaths as Patty's finger brought her near orgasm, "I never thought the spit would be that big around. I bet it fills a pussy up."
Crystal squealed as the orgasm racked her body. When her excitement subsided she asked, "Do you think I could stick a spit in my pussy to see what if feels like?"
Patty looked at her friend unsure and replied, "I don't know. I don't guess it would hurt anything."
Patty went over to the rack on the wall that held the spits. She took one and was surprised by the weight. The two girls examine the spit as if it was a new sex toy. Crystal slipped off her shorts and said as she lay down on one of the tables, "Come on, stick it in my pussy. I want to see what that big pole feels like."
Patty placed the spit at her friend's pussy. Crystal grabbed the pointed end and held it at her pussy lips. Patty then eased the spit just inside her friend's pussy. Crystal moaned as the two-and-a-half-inch-diameter spit stretched her virgin pussy. Patty did not want to hurt her friend and attempted to pull the spit back but Crystal held it firmly in her pussy. Crystal then said, "Push it farther. I want to fill the cold still."
Patty eased the spit in a little farther. This time she could see pain on her friend's face. Crystal began to moan with the pleasure the spit gave her. This made Patty's pussy start to get wet. As passion filled Patty, the thought of ramming the spit into her friend came to mind. with one quick thrust she could impale her friend with the spit. She could push it till it came out of her mouth. She could then roast and eat the beautiful girl.
As these thoughts filled her mind, she subconsciously pushed the spit farther. Crystal's screams brought Patty back to reality. She had all of her weight against the spit driving it into her friend's pussy. Patty immediately pulled the spit out. The spit had a little blood on the point. Patty looked at her friend and said sorrowfully, "I am sorry Crystal. I did not mean to hurt you. Are you all right?"
Crystal looked at Patty and replied in short breaths, "It was wonderful. The spit filled my pussy like nothing before. The pain was great. I wanted it deeper. I wanted the spit to pierce my body."
Patty said nothing but knew she wanted to drive the spit into her friend. She felt a little guilty but the desire was there.
That night the two girls lay in bed holding each other. Crystal wore a tampon for the bleeding caused by the spit. It was not serious, about the same as her period. Crystal looked at Patty with a sincere look and said, "This has been the best day of my life. The spit in my pussy has been a dream that I thought would never happen. Can I ask you something?"
Patty looked at her friend a little puzzled and replied, "Sure, you can ask me anything. You know I love you like no other person."
Crystal, looking at the ceiling, said, "Before it is time for me to leave will you spit and cook me? You know it is something I have wanted for a long time."
Patty thought about losing her friend and lover. She did not know how life would be without her. Patty also knew she could never refuse Crystal anything. And thought of eating Crystal excited her. As Patty stroked her small breasts she said, "I will do anything for you. If you want to be spitted I will do it."
The next morning Betty opened the door and looked at the two young girls. The two were sleeping, holding each other like young lovers. Betty had seen the spit the girls had used and saw the blood on it. Betty wondered, as she looked at the two young naked bodies in bed, what had gone on that day. She knew one of them had used the spit, which meant one of the girls had a desire to be spitted.
Betty eased the door shut as the two girls woke up. Patty jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Crystal slid out of bed with a little more difficulty, her pussy hurt from the night before. Crystal rubbed her sore pussy and remembered the spit. She wanted it in her soon.
The two girls were soon dressed in halter tops and mini skirts as they rode with Betty to the restaurant. As the truck stopped at the restaurant Betty said, "Today I am going to try something new. I am going to try and smoke a girl alive. This particular girl wants the pain to last as long as possible. I figure all day in the smoke house at one hundred fifty degrees should keep her going for quite a while."
The two young girls giggled at the idea. The two bantered back and forth about what the girl would look like by the end of the day. In the cook house Betty took out the one that wanted it to be slow. She greased the girl's voluptuous body with butter. Betty led the girl to the small wooden room. Betty tied the girl, with her arms above her head, to a beam in the top then placed a tube in the girl's mouth and said, "This will keep the smoke from killing you too soon." Betty closed the door and turned on the air supply for the girl. The thermostat was set to the correct temperature.
Crystal with excitement in her voice said, "It's too bad we can't see the girl. When can I see someone spitted?"
Betty knew then which of the two girls had tried the spit and said, "I have one that needs to be spitted. I think Patty needs a little practice so I will let the two of you do it."
The girls squealed with excitement. Betty brought out a girl that looked a lot like Crystal. Betty had picked this girl on purpose. She wanted to watch the two girls reactions at seeing someone that looked like Crystal being spitted. Betty made some lame excuse about needing to be some where and left the two girls alone. Betty took an advantage point out of sight, but where she could watch the girls.
Crystal looked at her friend, unsure how to begin. Patty had seen a couple of spittings and took the lead. She went to the rack of spits and selected one. She noticed the one that had a few specs of Crystal's blood on it. Her thoughts turned to the day before when both she and Crystal had played around.
As Patty selected the spit Crystal helped the girl onto a table. Patty placed the spit in the girl's pussy, just as she had her friend's. Patty pushed till the spit hit the cervix. Patty pushed the spit with all of her strength. The girl screamed with pain as the spit pushed hard against her cervix. The spit would move no farther. Patty pulled back slightly on the spit and gave a push with all of her might. The spit tore into the screaming girl's cervix and into her intestines. Patty pushed the spit till it stopped once again. She figured the spit must be against her stomach.
During this time Crystal was licking the girls nipples and playing with her large breasts. Crystal slid one hand under her mini skirt and began to work her young clit vigorously. It did not take long for her own screams of passion to match that of the girl being spitted.
Patty stopped the spit at the girl's intestines and decided to gut the girl first. She got the still moaning Crystals attention and said, "If you can tear yourself away from playing with yourself, come hold the spit for me."
Crystal reluctantly took her fingers away from her pussy and went over to Patty. Patty handed the spit to her friend and picked up a knife. Patty pushed the knife into the girl's belly like and expert. She worked the knife, cutting the girl open from pubic bone to breastbone. Patty got a pail and put her hands into the open wound. Patty pulled till all of the intestines and stomach were in the pail. Patty took hold of the spit inside of the girl with her bloody hands and told Crystal to push. Crystal pushed the spit as Patty guided it to the girl's esophagus. Patty then took the spit from Crystal. Patty begin to work the spit till it was at the girl's throat. Patty had Crystal tilt the girl's head back as she pushed the spit into her throat and out of her open mouth.
Patty looked back at her handy work. She saw the girl was still alive and knew she had done a good job. Crystal sat on the table where the spit exited from the girl's mouth. Crystal licked the girls lips around the spit, tasting the blood. Crystal then raised her skirt and slid around till her pussy was at the point of the spit. Crystal eased the blood-covered spit into her already wet pussy. Crystal fucked the spit as if it was a huge dick. Crystal screamed as the spit hit her sore cervix, torn by the spit earlier. Crystal fucked the steel and pushed at it as if trying to drive it through her body. The spitted girl could not help but see Crystal fucking the pole. Her eyes followed every movement. Crystal quickly orgasmed again. She then slid the spit out of her pussy. Blood dripped from Crystal's pussy. She did not know how much of the blood was from the spitted girl or her own. At this point it did not matter.
Betty walked back into view and said, "You two did a great job. I could not have done better myself." Betty was pleased with her sister's skill.
Betty watched as Crystal pulled her white skirt down, covering her bloody pussy. Patty had two men come in and carry the spitted girl to the barbecue pit. The two young girls watched intently as the girl turned slowly over the hot coals.
The two young girls helped Betty prepare several girls for the barbecue pits. With several girls gutted and on the rack over the pit of hot coals the work was done till this evening. They checked on the girl in the smokehouse. She was still alive but barely. Patty covered the girl with butter once more and closed the door.
Crystal went over to Patty and whispered into her ear, "Patty, I can't wait any longer. I want the spit in me now. I think I am bleeding anyway."
Patty looked down and saw the blood running down her friend's legs. Patty then said, "If that is what you want. I am going to miss you."
Patty told Betty of her friend's desires. Patty looked at the young girl and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Crystal nodded her head in agreement and said, " I want to fuck the spit till it is deep inside of me. It feels so good tearing into my pussy."
Betty led Crystal to the platform at the back of the building and said, "There it is. You can ride that one all you want. Just remember there is a point of no return. Once the spit goes so far you will die even if you stop."
Crystal stared at the spit for a moment, took Patty's hand and led her up the stairs. Crystal stripped off her clothes and kissed Patty passionately. As the two young girls kissed, Crystal backed up till she felt the tips of the spit against her pussy. Crystal eased herself down on the spit, once again filling her pussy with cold steel.
Patty broke the kiss and dropped to her knees till her face was even with her friend's pussy. Patty began to lick her friends blood covered clit. Patty relished the taste of her friend's blood. Crystal began to fuck the spit at a maddening pace. She fucked with such intensity the spit tore into her cervix with each thrust. Crystal moaned but the sounds were from passion and not pain. Too Crystal pain and passion were the same.
The spit tore through Crystal's intestines and pushed against her stomach. Still Crystal continued to fuck it as if it was a huge cock. She never slowed her movements. The spit tore into her stomach. Blood was forced into her stomach and out of the young girl's mouth. Patty moved from Crystal's pussy back to her mouth. She kissed the bloody mouth of her friend. She sucked on her friend's tongue and blood. Patty drank the blood as if it was a fine wine. Patty placed her hand on Crystal's flat stomach and felt the spit moving inside of her.
Crystal felt each movement of the spit inside of her. Her only thought was to push the spit in deeper. Crystal thought of the vibrator she used at home to pleasure herself. She had always wanted a vibrator to be so long it would go deeper. Crystal was happy, she was riding the longest cock in the world. She continued fucking and felt the spit enter her esophagus. Still she slid her body up and down, fucking it endlessly.
By this time Betty had dropped her pants and had both hands clawing at her pussy. She was in a frenzy much like her sister and Crystal. Betty had never seen anyone be so passionate with the spit so deep. The sight made Betty once again think about riding the spit.
Crystal continued fucking the spit. She felt the steel at the back of her throat. Her movements caused the spit to hit her throat and then back away. The spit slowly inched its way in and out of her mouth. The spit then suddenly popped out of her mouth. The tip looked like an alien tongue flicking in and out at an intended victim.
Crystal fucked the spit till her body shuddered with what must have been the largest orgasm ever. Her body then collapsed on the spit twitching, like the victims of Betty's hammer. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Patty knew her friend must be dead. Patty was about to leave the platform when she felt her friend move. Patty watched in astonishment as Crystal lifted herself on the spit. The spit disappeared into her mouth and down her throat. Crystal spoke for the last time in a hoarse voice, "It is the greatest thing I have ever done. You should try it sometime. I love you Patty." Crystal eased back down and the spit popped out of her mouth for the last time.
Patty noticed her sister for the first time with her pants spread on the ground beneath her. She had never noticed how pretty her sister was. Patty went to her sister's side and placed a small affectionate kiss on her cheek. Patty turned her attention back to Crystal impaled on top of the platform. Crystal was still on the spit. Patty could see the rise and fall of the young girl's chest, so she knew her Crystal was still alive. Patty asked Betty, "Are we going to cook her now?"
Betty replied with a quiver of the excitement in her voice, "Yes, we better get started. She may not last long with the time it took for her to be spitted."
Betty and Patty removed Crystal from the platform. Her body hung limp around the spit as they carried her. Crystal's arms dragged the floor as she was carried to the pit. When she was placed over the pit, Crystal's hands touched the hot coals. She jerked them up and the two girls tied them behind her back. Crystal's legs were then tied to the spit. The spit was set in motion and Crystal turned slowly over the hot coals.
Patty sat and watched the whole time her friend was being cooked. At times she was sad for the loss of a friend. At other times she was excited for her friend living and dying her greatest fantasy. She watched as her Crystal turned a golden brown.
That evening Patty, Betty, Dorothy sat in the large dining room. There were a couple of dozen guests there too. Patty watched as the smoked girl was brought out. She was laid out on a long platter. Her body looked almost as it was before she was cooked. Even her facial features were intact. The girl Patty and Crystal had spitted was bought out. Then Patty watched excitedly as Crystal was carried out on a platter. She was on her knees with her head leaning forward.
Crystal was set on the table in front of Patty. Patty had Crystal all to her self. What she did not eat would be saved for later. Patty watched as steam rose from her friend. Patty looked at the pussy and breasts she had used her tongue on so many times. Patty took a fork and picked off a piece of Crystal's breast. She carefully put the piece of flesh in her mouth. Patty chewed slowly and then faster. Patty looked at her friend and said, "You taste wonderful, Crystal."
The End