[Beautiful Scenery][THE FAVOUR]

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In the afternoon, Susan was called to see her manager. She was a little nervous, wondering
what he wanted to see her about. In fact, Susan was an excellent typist; she never needed to be
criticized .

Susan was about 25 years old and had been with the company for over a year, but she hadn't yet met her manager. Everything was handled by his secretary, Miss Allison. Perhaps she was about to
be promoted to secretary? Susan wondered.

She knocked on the door, and a kind, friendly voice answered, "Come in."

She opened the door and looked at her boss, a slight unease creeping in.

Bill, her young and handsome boss, and coincidentally, her type. Every time she was near
him, she felt a blush and a slight unease. It was something she tried to avoid as much as possible, but her
body never quite obeyed.

"Susan…may I call you Susan?" he asked.

"Of course, sir," Susan replied, trying to suppress the constant
fantasies of making love with him in her mind, keeping her voice normal.

"Just call me Bill," he said, "there's no need to be so formal. I just wanted to talk to you about something
personal . If you're busy, we can do it another time."

“No, no… I’ve almost finished all my work for today, sir… uh, Bill,” she
replied , a surge of excitement rising within her. Perhaps she was right; he might have feelings for her too. Susan was determined
not to let this potential opportunity slip by; she would do anything to please him.

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. He was so alluring; mere fantasy
was almost irresistible.

“Uh, how should I begin… I mean, I’m having a party at home tomorrow, and I don’t
know if you’re free…” he began somewhat awkwardly.

“That’s great, I’m perfectly free tomorrow,” she blurted out. “

Wait, I haven’t finished,” Bill continued, “I hope you’ll consider this carefully
before making a decision. If you decline my invitation, then let’s pretend nothing happened,
okay ?”

“But why should I decline your invitation?”

“Let me explain. Actually, I’m not inviting you to this party as a guest.”
He tried to explain, “You know, there will be a sexual element to this party.”

“Oh, I don’t mind helping out as a waitress—you mean I have to attend naked?” she
interrupted.

“No, no, it’s not what you think. Please let me explain completely.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“Ah, here’s the thing.” He began to explain again, “Tomorrow’s party is a very special and
important one, and I’ll be ordering some… uh, some extraordinary meat. But the problem is my butcher can’t
gather that much all at once. I mean, could you help… help make up the missing amount?”
He asked, looking into her eyes.

“Ah, me? I… I don’t know…” Susan stammered. She hadn’t expected Bill to
make such a request. Had he really asked her to volunteer as a slave to be slaughtered, or was it just her imagination
?

“Please think it over carefully before you answer me,” Bill added. “And this is just a private conversation,
so don’t feel pressured because I’m your boss. I won’t be upset if you reject me.”

Susan felt a sweet warmth at Bill’s words. What a kind person he was, not putting pressure on her as his
boss , she thought.

“I know this decision should be yours, but I just wanted you to know that I believe you can
be a good candidate. You know, when I thought about recruiting volunteers, you
were . By the way, if you decide to volunteer, I’ll take care of all the paperwork for you
, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“It’s an honor that you thought of me.” As she spoke, Susan’s vulva became intensely wet.

Although it was different from her initial fantasy, it still excited him. Looking at his
sincere and patient anticipation of her answer, Susan made her final decision.

“Okay, I’ll do it. I’m yours.” She replied with a smile. For some reason, she
felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

"That's fantastic! I'm so excited you could volunteer for me! Is there anything else I can help you with?" he
asked excitedly.

"Uh... well... I think there's one more thing," she said somewhat awkwardly.

"Relax, tell me, okay? I'll do everything I can for you."

"It might sound a little embarrassing," Susan said, "but could you," she lowered
her gaze to avoid his eyes, "could you make love to me, before you... uh, before you do
that to me?" she stammered, finally managing to get the words out. Good heavens, her face must be burning red right now
.

“What’s there to be embarrassed about? It’s perfectly normal,” he replied. “
It’s my pleasure to fulfill your request.”

Susan was overjoyed. Good heavens, he had agreed!

She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Bill’s neck and throwing herself into his embrace. She was so excited that she almost knocked
him to the ground. She pressed herself against him, kissing his lips wildly. And in return, Bill responded with
an equally passionate embrace and kisses that almost melted her completely.

After a long kiss, Susan pulled away from Bill’s lips slightly. She looked at him and softly asked, “
Can you tie me up before we make love?”

“Of course, that would be a lot of fun.” Bill pushed Susan away from his embrace, turned around, opened
the top drawer of his desk, and took out a bundle of rope.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” Bill commanded.

“Ah…why don’t you take off my panties first? That would save a lot of trouble later,
and …you can also use them to gag me,” Susan suggested.

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Bill laughed.

Susan took a step back, leaving Bill’s embrace, and slowly swayed her hips, pulling down her short skirt to reveal her pure
white panties and stockings, her eyes full of seductive charm. Then, she bent down and pulled down her panties,
handing them to Bill. He smiled and took them, then put them under his nose and took a deep sniff. “Heh, this smells like you’re in heat
, you slutty little bitch.”

Susan grinned, turned around, and put her hands behind her back: “Come on, tie me up.” Judging from her
tone, it seemed more like an order than a request.

“No problem, you slut.” Bill replied, somewhat annoyed. To be honest, he didn’t really appreciate Susan’s tone
earlier .

So, in retaliation, he tightly bound her hands together until the ropes dug deep
into her wrists. Because of the pain, Susan half-opened her mouth as if to say something, but Bill seized
the opportunity to stuff her panties into her mouth, preventing her from uttering anything that would displease him.

Then, he forcefully pushed Susan forward, making her upper body lie face down on his large desk, exposing
her round, white buttocks.

Bill smiled and ripped off his clothes, exposing his fully erect penis to the air. He aimed
his large penis at Susan’s anus and began to forcefully thrust it in. As he expected, her unlubricated anus
was quite tight. Squeezing his large penis made him feel like he was in heaven. Of course, for Susan,
it was extremely painful.

This was Susan's first time anal sex, and to make matters worse, Bill's penis was
unexpectedly large. Tears streamed down Susan's face. However, Bill, behind her
, didn't see her tears, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. He
was completely immersed in the pleasure that Susan's anus was giving him.

In Susan's mind, Bill's thick penis was almost tearing her buttocks in two. She
endured immense pain but couldn't release it by screaming because her mouth was completely stuffed with her
own underwear.

All she could do was frantically shake her head, hoping that Bill would hurry up. It ended, but
unfortunately, Bill's frenzied movements only fueled his excitement, making him quicken his pace.

In the ongoing torment, Susan finally began to adjust to the initial pain and even derive
pleasure . She continued to shake her head, but this time it wasn't out of pain. However, Susan
's change in mood meant nothing to Bill. He was simply enjoying his own pleasure, nothing
more.

After a few moments, both Bill and Susan trembled in ecstasy, nearing the brink of collapse. Bill
first withdrew his large penis, and after it cooled slightly, he thrust it in again, this time into Susan's
long-awaited, burning vagina. For a moment, Susan thought she was in heaven. Her
secret passage was completely filled by Bill.

At the very end... After the final, powerful thrust, Bill could no longer control his surging desire. He held
Susan , trembling as he ejaculated his scalding semen into her body, shooting straight
into her unprotected uterus. Simultaneously, Susan was also swept away by the strongest wave of orgasm, collapsing limply onto Bill's
desk .

When Bill turned Susan around, he saw the tears still clinging to her face. He gave her a reassuring
smile and pulled the panties out of her mouth. Then, just
as , he shoved his still-erect penis inside her, ordering her to clean him up.

Susan obediently complied. After she began cleaning, Bill untied the ropes binding her wrists: "I
hope you enjoyed yourself. For me, it was a really great time."

“Thank you, Bill,” she replied. “I’m also grateful for the joy you’ve brought me.”

“Now, go wash yourself up. I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow morning.” He thought for a moment and added
, “Remember to shave your body hair tonight, so we can save some time tomorrow.”

Susan nodded in understanding, got dressed, and went back to work. This was her last
day of work, and she had to finish all her tasks before leaving.

Although there was only a little work left, Susan spent several times more time and effort than usual. Even as
she sat there, her thoughts kept drifting to tomorrow, imagining how Bill would slaughter her. She
finally finished all her work before leaving, quickly said goodbye to a few close colleagues, and
left.

Her colleagues looked at each other, puzzled as to why Susan was so distracted and
leaving . None of them imagined that their colleague would become someone else's meal tomorrow, and that this
would be the last time they saw Susan.

*** *** *** ***

After getting home from work, the first thing Susan did was immediately strip off all her clothes and
begin masturbating intensely. Since her conversation with Bill in the office, she seemed to have entered another
world, a world filled with pleasure. She didn't even hear the phone ringing incessantly.

Only when she finally satisfied her desires was the ringing phone brought Susan back to reality. She
jumped up and hurriedly picked up the phone.

'Hi, Susan, what's wrong? Your colleagues in the office said you went home a long time ago. I've been
calling your house for an hour.'

This was Jennifer, her good friend. Susan immediately remembered that she was supposed to pick her up for
a party .

'Sorry, Jennifer. I didn't hear the phone,' Susan replied, and that was indeed the truth.

'What are you doing? Taking a shower doesn't take that long!'

Susan was unsure how to broach the
subject , giving her time to think of an excuse. It was their last night together, after all.
"Something extraordinary is about to happen, isn't it?

" "I'll tell you in a bit. Get ready first, I'll pick you up in half an hour," Susan
said, hanging up.

Half an hour later, Susan arrived at Jennifer's door. Before she could even ring the doorbell,
Jennifer jumped out impatiently, eager to know what was going on. She knew Susan too well;
every time they were together, Susan would mention her young, handsome boss and her
various sexual fantasies about him.

Ah, could it be that Susan couldn't resist asking her boss to be her sex slave? Did her
boss accept or reject her? Jennifer couldn't help but wonder.

"What's going on? What good thing happened?" Jennifer asked.

"Well, let's get in the car first, I'll tell you as we drive," Susan replied.

"Are you stalling for time? Just tell me already, or I'll torture you," Jennifer
said with a laugh.

Suddenly, Susan could no longer control her emotions. She hugged Jennifer warmly. "Hi, my
best friend." She felt a little sad. Soon, she would be leaving her to fulfill her
last fantasy. "Jennifer, please keep my car. I don't need it anymore."

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you crazy?" Jennifer asked in surprise. "Tell me what
happened , you scared me."

"Do you remember Bill?" "

Your boss? Oh, you've mentioned him to me more than once. Did you finally tell him?"

"No, he made the request."

"And you accepted? Oh, I guess you must have become his sex slave, so you
don't , is that right?" Jennifer asked eagerly and curiously.

"Yes, I accepted his request," Susan answered proudly, "but not as his sex
slave ." She paused, then continued, "You can keep my car. In fact, after tonight, you can
take everything I own; I don't need them anymore. And tonight is our last
night ."

“Is that so? Then let’s find a quiet place to talk this over. I don’t want those stinky
men interrupting our conversation,” Jennifer suggested.

Susan agreed, and they found a quiet coffee shop to delve into each other’s deepest fantasies.

“Tell me, Susan, what did you agree to?” Jennifer asked.

“Just one thing: become meat at his party.”

“What? You mean he wants to slaughter you, and you agreed?” Jennifer exclaimed in surprise,
but also felt a surge of excitement and an irresistible urge to know more. “Tell me, what are your thoughts?
Why did you agree?”

Susan blushed, but still told Jennifer everything, emphasizing that she was willing to do anything
to please Bill. Jennifer was amazed and admired Susan’s courage.

In fact, Jennifer had also fantasized about becoming a volunteer and being slaughtered. But she lacked the courage,
and didn’t even dare to ask how to make her idea come true. Now Susan’s decision changed everything;
her deepest desires were awakened, and she couldn’t wait to know more.

“You know, being a volunteer to be slaughtered really excites me. Tell me more, I
want to do it too.” Jennifer confessed her thoughts to Susan, blushing.

Their passion was ignited, and they embraced and kissed. They were the closest of friends, but
not lovers. But this time, they couldn't suppress their primal desires. They went back to Susan's house, collapsed onto his large
bed, made passionate lovemaking, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

*** *** *** ***

Susan woke up early; today was her big day. She made herself a cup of coffee for breakfast,
knowing she shouldn't eat anything before she was slaughtered.

Jennifer also got up to say goodbye to her friend. They sat facing each other, waiting for Bill to come and pick her up.
Since this was their last time together, they didn't know what to say to each other.

Finally, Susan broke the silence: “I hope I'll be made into steaks. Hmm... that would be
simple .”

“Is that what you really want?” Jennifer asked. “I guess you just want to be killed first.”

Susan nodded.

“So, have you decided which method you want?!” Jennifer pressed. “
Shooting , hanging, or beheading?”

“What’s the difference?” Susan asked. “I’ve never thought about that.”

“Of course!” Jennifer exclaimed. “You know how important that is? Appearance is a woman’s
second life. Even after we’re slaughtered, we should still look beautiful, shouldn’t we?”

“That’s true, especially since Bill will be the one to kill me. I don’t want to leave him looking terrible.”

“Then you absolutely cannot choose shooting,” Jennifer emphasized. “You know, bullets will completely
ruin your appearance. Hanging is also a terrible thing; it will make you lose control of your bladder in front of everyone
.”

“So it seems I only have beheading as an option?”

“I think so. It would be quick and painless, and wouldn’t
affect .”

Susan nodded and said, “I understand. Thank you for your help, Jennifer. So, if it were
you, what would you choose?”

“I’d rather be pierced and then grilled. You know, the thought would excite me,” Jennifer
confessed.

Susan was shocked by Jennifer’s honesty; she couldn’t imagine why Jennifer would enjoy such
a long . She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but just then, the doorbell rang.

It was time. Susan and Jennifer hugged and kissed goodbye, then opened the door to greet Bill.

“Hi, you must be Bill. I’m Jennifer.”

“It’s exciting to see you.” Bill reached out and shook hands with Jennifer.

After saying their goodbyes, Susan got into Bill's car and drove away, Jennifer waving goodbye. She
knew Susan wouldn't be coming back; she now belonged to Bill, a piece of his flesh.

When Susan arrived at Bill's doorstep, she received a warm welcome from Bill's wife, Margaret:
"Welcome, you're Susan now. It's so exciting to have you here to help."

Susan smiled shyly. She wondered how Bill had introduced her to his wife; had he mentioned
what had happened in the office?

As if guessing Susan's thoughts, Margaret smiled and greeted her, "Don't worry, Bill has told
me everything. Please come in." She warmly invited Susan into the room.

After entering, the phone rang. Margaret hurriedly ran to answer it, while Bill took
the opportunity to passionately kiss Susan, almost melting her. A moment later, Bill released her and ordered her
to take off her clothes.

Susan obediently complied, displaying her naked body to Bill. Bill smiled contentedly and
led her into the kitchen, pointing to the counter and saying kindly, "Please sit down."

Susan slowly climbed onto the counter, quietly awaiting her "slaughter. "

At this moment, Margaret walked in, her face filled with anxiety and worry.

"What's wrong, darling? You look terrible," Bill asked his wife.

"I think we're in trouble," Margaret replied, "It's Thomas calling; he'll be
coming with his family."

“You mean…we’re running out of meat again?” Bill exclaimed. “Damn it, how am I supposed to
find a volunteer to be skewered and grilled in such a short time?”

“Oh, looks like I’ll have to be the volunteer,” Margaret suggested, wiggling her
ample breasts to demonstrate how perfectly fit she was.

Margaret was certainly past her prime as meat, but she
still maintained a great figure. And in this situation, there didn’t seem to be many other options.

“No, I disagree,” Bill objected.

“But we need meat, and I’m the only woman we can get quickly.”

Bill fell silent, but Susan spoke up at this point: “Oh, excuse me, may I
offer a suggestion ?”

“What suggestion?” Margaret asked.

“Uh, I think I might know someone who can help you,” Susan said hesitantly, “but I’m not entirely sure
.”

“It’s okay, we can try, don’t worry too much about the consequences,” Bill encouraged.

“I have a friend who might be interested in skewering and grilling.”

“Oh, that’s great. But who?”

“My friend Jennifer. She told me she wanted to get skewered, maybe this is her
chance ?” Susan said.

“Great suggestion, but is she the right body for skewering?” Bill asked.

“You met her, just this morning.”

“You mean her? Oh, she has a great body, perfect for skewering.” He realized.

“Who is Jennifer?” Margaret asked.

“She’s my best friend.”

“Hmm, we can give it a try.” Bill concluded and handed the phone to Susan.

Susan dialed her home number, sincerely hoping Jennifer hadn’t left yet.

“Hi, hello. This is Jennifer. Susan doesn’t live here anymore.”

Susan’s familiar voice came through the phone, and she exclaimed excitedly, “It’s me, Susan.”

“Hi, Susan. Are you alright? What happened? Did your skewering plan get canceled?”

“No, everything is fine. I’ll be skewered in a little while.”

'Is something wrong? Do you regret it?'

'No, no, it's not what you think. I have a good suggestion, maybe you'll like it.'

'Okay, I'm listening. But hurry, I have to go to work soon.'

'Maybe not.' Susan giggled, 'Listen carefully, we're short one
volunteer here right now, would you like to be pierced and grilled?'

In an instant, Jennifer's heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to explode. She felt she had lost
all control of her body, she felt her lips part and softly utter, 'I do.' Her brain
could no longer think clearly, a surge of heat churning within her, searing her.

In a daze, Jennifer heard Susan tell her not to go anywhere, just wait at home for Bill to pick her up, and then
she hung up the phone. She remained frozen in her previous pose, standing there like a statue, gripping the phone receiver,
her mind racing: Was this really her? Had she really agreed to be a volunteer?
Was she really about to be slaughtered?

After hanging up, Susan excitedly cheered with Bill and his wife. But a moment later, Bill
snapped back to reality: "We need to get started, or we'll be too late," he reminded Susan. "I
need to process you right now, then go pick up your friend. The time in between will be enough to drain your blood."

Susan nodded nervously; she was about to become flesh.

“I’m sorry, I really wanted to borrow your friend so you could see each other one last time, but we simply don’t have
the time,” Bill said apologetically.

“That’s alright. I… I’m ready.” Though her body trembled slightly,
Susan bravely said, “But you can tell me first, how you plan to… to… slaughter me
? I want…” She trembled, unable to finish her sentence.

Perhaps because they were both women, Margaret immediately understood
the meaning .

She smiled reassuringly at Susan: “Don’t worry, we won’t ruin your perfect appearance.” Then,
she whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, you won’t show any ugliness in front of Bill.”

With that, Margaret came behind Susan and grabbed her body tightly. Bill caressed her
cheeks , slowly lifting her chin to reveal her long neck, and placed the blade flat against her throat.

With a swift movement of his wrist, the blade sliced through her throat as easily as butter. Susan
felt a sharp pain, her body trembling uncontrollably as blood gushed from the gash in her neck
, instantly staining Bill's body crimson.

Then, Susan lost all strength. Her legs could no longer support her weight, and she
collapsed limply into Margaret's arms. Now, she was flesh.

Bill bound her feet together, threaded them through hooks, and hoisted Susan upside down, maintaining
this position to facilitate the drainage of blood. After completing this, Bill made
another cut in Susan's abdomen, slicing straight down from her vulva to her sternum. Then, he split open her abdomen, removed her
internal organs , and cleaned her empty abdominal cavity.

Having finished everything, Bill quickly showered and changed into new clothes. He still had to drive
to pick up Jennifer.

*** *** *** ***

Ever since her phone call with Susan, Jennifer had remained frozen, phone in hand,
until Bill rang Susan's doorbell. She opened the door in a daze, unsure of what she was thinking;
the feeling of being personally greeted by her butcher was truly strange.

On the way home, Jennifer stared silently ahead, gradually regaining her senses. When they arrived home
, Margaret greeted Jennifer and led her into the living room.

'Susan left everything to you, so who will you be giving your things to?'
Bill asked, handing her several forms. 'Please sign these forms;
we'll handle the rest of the paperwork.'

'Uh, I have no family, and not many close friends besides Susan… How about this, can I
give you everything?'

'Of course, it would be my pleasure. Margaret and I will take good care of your things,' he replied
.

'By the way, can you tell me where Susan is?' "
As , she asked,

'We've already slaughtered her and are hanging her in the kitchen to drain her blood.'

'What a pity. I thought I'd see her being slaughtered,' Jennifer said with some disappointment.

'I believe she wanted that too. But I'm sorry, we don't have much time.'

'I'm sorry, but I think we should get started.' Margaret interrupted their conversation, 'We
still have a lot to do. And the whole barbecue is a very time-consuming job.' She turned to
Jennifer, 'Now come with me, I need to shave you and give you an enema to clean your insides.'

Half an hour later, Jennifer, cleaned up, came to the kitchen. All the hair on her body,
including , had been shaved clean.

The first thing Jennifer saw was Susan, still hanging upside down. Because she had been drained of blood,
Susan's skin appeared unusually white, and a few drops of blood flowed down Susan's cut neck."

“A nice view, isn’t it?” Margaret laid Jennifer on her back on the kitchen table,
tying her limbs to the table legs. “I really enjoy preparing food for the party; it excites me.”

“Me too.” Jennifer swallowed hard and confessed, “This is the first time I’ve actually seen
a girl being slaughtered. Especially since she’s my best friend.”

As she spoke, Bill approached with his knife. He gave Jennifer a kind smile and
placed against her neck.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Jennifer cried out, “Didn’t you say you were going to stab and roast me?”

“Yes. But aren’t you going to slaughter you first? That way you’ll suffer less….”

“No, no.” Jennifer denied, “If possible, please do it alive. I want to
experience the whole process.”

Though somewhat surprised, Bill readily complied. He moved the knife away from Jennifer’s neck and
made the first cut on her abdomen.

First came a burning sensation, followed by icy pain, and Jennifer's body trembled violently. Her
abdomen had been cut open, her internal organs steaming and exposed to the air.

Bill reached into Jennifer's dissected abdomen, removing her internal organs piece by piece. Jennifer
and Margaret groaned simultaneously, accompanying his actions, one from pain, the other
from pleasure.

Bill was amazed by Jennifer's strength. In his memory, most women at this stage either
fell unconscious or died; he hadn't encountered such strong and cooperative flesh in a long time.

After removing her internal organs, Bill and Margaret began to pierce Jennifer. Without the obstruction of
internal organs , the entire piercing process was exceptionally easy. The piercing rod bypassed her heart and lungs, reaching her
throat and piercing her esophagus.

Margaret helped hold Jennifer's head in the right position and commanded her to open her mouth. Slowly,
the tip of the piercing rod, streaked with blood, emerged from between Jennifer's teeth.

It was a perfect piercing. Jennifer remained conscious, writhing her
body . On one hand, an incredibly intense orgasm was overwhelming her mind and body; on the other hand, even she hadn't
expected everything to go so smoothly.

In Jennifer's fantasy, she certainly wanted to be pierced and grilled. But in her plan,
she should have lost consciousness after the piercing, without having to worry about the long grilling that followed. She writhed,
hoping to attract Bill's attention so he would slit her throat.

Unfortunately, Bill and Margaret interpreted her movements as urging them to put her
on the fire as quickly as possible. They fetched grease and seasonings, patiently applying them to Jennifer's body.

After greasing Jennifer, Margaret tightly bound her with wire. Her
hands were tied behind her back, and her feet were bound to the piercing rod. Bill then inserted
a fixed skewer into Jennifer's anus without any lubrication, roughly tearing it almost.

Jennifer writhed violently on the skewer in pain, hoping to attract Bill's attention. But Bill...
Bill and Margaret didn't even glance at her. Of course, who would care about a piece of meat already skewered
?

Bill and Margaret worked together to lift the skewer and place Jennifer on the electric grill. This
new device they had bought could automatically and evenly rotate the skewer to ensure the meat was
heated .

Bending down to add some more coal to the fire pit, Bill watched with satisfaction as the flames rose again. He needed to
ensure sufficient temperature throughout the grilling process, while Margaret stayed by Jennifer's side, constantly
applying grease and seasoning, partly to keep the meat tender and partly to allow the flavors to slowly
penetrate.

Afterward, Bill returned to the kitchen to begin processing Susan. He untied Susan's body from the hook, skillfully dismembering her arm from her shoulder with a meat cleaver
, splitting it in two at the elbow. Then he used the same
method to cut Susan's legs off her hips, splitting them in two at the knees as well.

Next, Bill grabbed Susan by the hair and, following the incision he had made in her neck, severed her
head, placing it on a silver platter filled with fruit that Margaret had prepared beforehand. Imagine,
a beautiful woman's head surrounded by various fruits on a gleaming silver platter—what an
appetizing sight!

After pausing to admire his work for a moment, Bill continued processing the rest of Susan's body. He preserved
her heart, liver, and her female reproductive system (such as the ovaries and uterus), and threw her other internal organs
into the trash. Finally, he cut off each of Susan's ribs and
chopped equal-sized steaks.

Of course, he didn't forget to carve out Susan's vulva to make extraordinary vulva steaks. To his satisfaction
, Susan's figure was indeed well-preserved, with very little fat accumulated on her body.

Content with his work, Bill left the kitchen and went to the roasting pit. There, Margaret
continued to grease Jennifer's now golden-brown body, the air thick with
the aroma of roasted girl's flesh.

Seeing Bill arrive, Margaret handed him the brush so he could continue greasing. She
went into the kitchen to clean up the mess.

As she'd expected, while Bill was a good cook, he had no idea how to keep a room
clean. Margaret imagined Bill looking at the mess with a bewildered
expression chuckled.

After cleaning the kitchen, Margaret began to prepare some delicate snacks. First, she skillfully cut open
Susan 's vulva, smeared her clitoris and labia with mint sauce, and then reassembled them,
placing them on kale and lettuce leaves.

Next, she prepared the thigh meat, this time using a rich honey sauce with a
touch of bell pepper. As for Susan's breasts, Margaret placed them nipple-up on a shallow dish,
surrounded them with pineapple chunks, and finally added a touch of liqueur.

After finishing everything, Margaret returned to the barbecue pit. As she had expected, Jennifer
was nearly finished. Her body was completely golden brown, exuding
the aroma of roasted meat.

Margaret took a deep breath, enjoying the rich fragrance in the air. A moment later, she reminded
Bill to set up the picnic table and chairs, while she checked if they had enough drinks for the guests.

Undoubtedly, their party was a resounding success. Every guest, while enjoying the food,
praised their hospitable hosts. But for Susan and Jennifer, it was no longer important.

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