[Visiting Club X]

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Today it was Susan's turn to cook.
As usual, she appeared at the club's members' shopping center.
No one could recognize the original owner of a piece of meat cut into slices or chunks.
Susan bought a beautiful piece of pork loin, which had belonged to a beautiful woman a few days ago.
But there was really no need to think about such things; when your number is chosen, you will too, everyone
does. However, Susan was still somewhat obsessed with making delicious
dinners from pork knuckles that had once belonged to a certain girl.
Caroline might wonder why her roommate had such a peculiar hobby: just watching the meat
sizzle on the roasting fork would bring Susan to orgasm.
Even if it wasn't that funny, it was still quite embarrassing.
But actually, there was nothing strange about the orgasm caused by this; Caroline just didn't know the
secret.
Susan was very good at cooking the ingredients she chose.
Caroline was often curious about where she learned her roasting skills.
Susan, of course, knew exactly where these top-quality meats came from.
Susan often imagined her own body being devoured like the pork knuckle on her dinner table.
She knew that girls with such beautiful and strong figures as her were perfect for being roasted whole.
Girls with alluring figures were always skewered on the grill and slowly roasted.
In reality, not most girls deserved to be treated this way.
At every Bobbiq party, Susan carefully observed the reactions of the girls being roasted alive,
wondering if their actual feelings were as pleasurable as the constant writhing on the grill
.
However, in any case, there was nothing more delicious than the tender, juicy flesh of a young girl roasted alive
.
Susan thought Caroline was a pretty good roommate; she moved in
with Susan shortly after Susan's cousin was "dealt with"—they both used the word "dealt with" instead of words like "eaten" or "executed," which easily evoked
bloody associations.
A year ago, Susan attended that unforgettable Bobbiq party.
That delicious meal was unforgettable for Susan, and her cousin
smiled even as they began cutting the tasty roast meat off her body. Susan was proud of her cousin and always remembered her
and the delicious taste.
Susan frequently attended these parties and always kept it a secret from her other friends.
Sometimes, Susan even doubted whether she had actually attended these parties; she often thought that these babiq
parties were just a sexual fantasy that allowed her to quickly reach orgasm.
However, Susan now had to find a girl to be her new partner for a new babiq party in a few days
, preferably one with breasts as high and firm as her own and arousal as easily brought
to orgasm by slight stimulation. Whenever she thought of this, Susan had to restrain herself from easily reaching orgasm, and she hoped
she would be lucky enough to find such a person.
Susan's behavior sometimes seemed strange to others; usually, she carefully kept
all her belongings safe.
However, one time she was careless and left a magazine on the table, which Caroline found.
It was a magazine Caroline had never seen before.
Caroline casually opened the magazine; it was an internal publication of some club.
At first, Caroline thought the content of the magazine was ordinary, but suddenly, she turned to the center page, which contained
a photo of a girl being hanged. The girl was completely naked, her pubic hair shaved clean, her body very
fit and mature, her hands tightly bound behind her back with rope.
Caroline couldn't help but tremble, her nipples involuntarily hardening, and
the clitoris moistened with the unique nectar of a young girl.
Caroline found that her body was writhing uncontrollably as she looked at this horrific scene… “Oh no, Susan is
coming back soon, I have to put the magazine back immediately, I can't let her know…”
“What are you doing, Grandma?” Susan snatched the magazine away.
Caroline tried her best to pretend nothing had happened, and Susan almost caught her off guard; thankfully, Caroline's hands
were trembling for a long time.
Caroline knew that Susan often attended some kind of mysterious party, which seemed
to be held in some faraway place.
Caroline was curious about how often this special party was held.
In fact, after each party, Susan would take several days to calm down before quietly waiting for
the invitation to the next party.
Of course, these invitations were sent to Susan's secret email address, which Susan carefully
kept a secret, but the more mysterious Susan was, the more it aroused Caroline's curiosity.
Susan's attire for these parties was also very strange, if it could be called attire: because
she was almost naked. Obviously, nudity was allowed at the party, if not mandatory.
One day, as Susan was leaving, the hem of her robe snagged on the doorknob. Caroline noticed
a numbered disc on Susan's naked lower body, hanging from a gold
clitoral ring on her shaved labia.
The clitoral ring didn't particularly surprise Caroline; many fashionable girls
wore such things, and Caroline herself had worn one.
However, Susan was a little different. She wore rings on her clitoris and nipples, often
with small bells, especially around Christmas.
But the numbers on Susan's body were indeed unusual. What did they mean?
Caroline considered many possibilities, but none could explain the significance of the numbers. The numbered disc on Susan's lower body was exquisite, 　　far more elaborate
than those worn by models or beauty pageants . 　　The next day, Susan went to the community gymnastics center to meet a friend. Caroline knew she would be there for at least an hour or two.

She wouldn't be coming back.
After hearing Susan's car drive away, Caroline rushed into Susan's small room.
Her heart was pounding.
The magazines were locked in a small metal box by Susan's bedside. Caroline looked around disappointedly, searching for a
way to open the box.
Suddenly, she found a jewelry box in the drawer of the small desk beside the bed. Inside were Susan's small gold
jewelry, necklaces, little bells, and a string of delicate keys. The metal box contained only a few magazines.
The magazine covers were a plain black, only bearing the magazine's name, "Delicious Food," and its publication date and issue number.
Judging from the table of contents, the magazine seemed to be an internal publication specifically for certain types of gourmets.
However, when Caroline opened the magazine and read its contents, she was surprised to find that it was full of
content about preparing and cooking human flesh. It seemed Susan's secret was that she had joined some kind of extraordinary gourmet cooking club
, not an ordinary one. Caroline carefully flipped through the magazine.
The magazine contained detailed illustrations of a horrifying-looking machine, apparently used to prepare girls
for grilling.
One model, called the Jessica 3000, appeared multiple
times in other articles.
The design was indeed ingenious, Caroline thought. After the girl knelt on the machine with her legs spread, her body
would be firmly and horizontally secured to the platform by several levers and belts. Her shoulders would be supported by a bracket,
and her neck would be secured forward with belts. Her chin would rest on another small platform.
Although the girl couldn't move at all, the position seemed quite comfortable.
Caroline felt that the magazine contained mostly various stories, many accompanied by beautiful
illustrations.
In one story, a young, beautiful, and somewhat self-sacrificing television
presenter named Meletti visited a famous Barbican restaurant and interviewed the head chef about his
experience slaughtering and cooking human bodies.
The young presenter asked the chef to perform live on camera using her body, while she reported
on the girl's own feelings.
Even as she was naked and strapped to the Jessica 3000, ready to be automatically pierced by the machine, she
had no idea what was about to happen
. She seemed perfectly comfortable as the chef inserted the roasting fork deep into her vagina to begin the piercing.
Then, after pressing the "execute" button, a harmless performance suddenly turned into a real slaughter.
The young female presenter even continued to describe her physical sensations during the piercing,
until the roasting fork finally emerged from her mouth.
It seemed that once the machine started running, there was no way to stop it.
Caroline could hardly believe what she was reading.
Of course, she had already tasted the deliciousness of a human body; yesterday's dinner prepared by Susan was what she was now beginning
to imagine—a girl being pierced and roasted alive. Seeing Melody's chin firmly fixed
to the Jessica 3000's workbench was enough to make Caroline tremble, her legs go weak,
and her private parts begin to wet.
This horrific act seemed strangely sexy, and the victim must have been incredibly sexy too.
Caroline eagerly flipped through several other magazines to find more stories about Jessica 3000.
She found many, some of which described victims pressing the "execution" button themselves.
Clearly, the club had a large number of volunteers; no wonder it remained underground. She read
a story called "Painful Pleasure at the Carnival," about a girl who
sold herself at a carnival. She was bought by a chef, who then strapped her to a huge metal plate.
The chef then switched on a machine placed under her legs, and a long, pointed rod was deeply
inserted into her vagina, expanding to about four inches in diameter.
Then, the chef pulled a lever, and with a splatter, the girl's internal organs
were sucked out of the tube and fell into the plate beneath her buttocks.
This certainly required great courage, especially when you don't know what will happen next. Caroline
could imagine the poor girl's abdomen being suddenly emptied.
But the girl's special ordeal wasn't over.
After the machine was removed, the chef cut open the girl's abdomen, filled the empty cavity with stuffing,
and then coated her body with a special grease and syrup before pushing her into the oven.
Several other stories also depicted the cleaning of girls' internal organs, but none were as
unique or as immersive as this one.
Caroline turned back to the story of Myretis, which was richly illustrated.
Caroline saw that when Myretis was skewered on a roasting fork, a knife cut open her abdominal
cavity, and her intestines and internal organs flowed down a slanted channel into a box.
Caroline suddenly felt her knees go weak, as if her own intestines and internal organs had been emptied in the same way.
Clearly, the girls' internal organs had to be removed before they could be roasted.
Suddenly, Caroline thought that one day she herself might be tied to such a machine, and
the heat beneath her legs reminded her of the feeling of washing her genitals with hot water in the bathroom.
She reached orgasm, her clitoris melting in the intense sensation. She fantasized about being
pierced by a barbecue fork and roasted over a fire pit, her whole body trembling with this feeling. She knew it was an
extremely intense orgasm.
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"What are you doing in my room, Caroline? How did you open my safe?"
Caroline jumped up in surprise, futilely trying to cover up the magazine she had secretly taken from Susan's safe.
She had been so engrossed in reading it that she had completely forgotten the time.
"Oh... ah... I'm sorry, I just wanted to flip through your magazine, Susan."
"You must have been in my room all afternoon doing something shady."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"You've already discovered my little secret, haven't you?"
"Oh, I didn't know, but those stories were really exciting."
"Of course, but nothing beats the real thing. How about you see
girls strapped to machines, ready to be pierced and roasted? It's actually easy to arrange, just come to the club with me. You can even
try it yourself."
Caroline's heart almost stopped. Incredibly, this idea was indeed irresistible. She knew
she couldn't refuse anymore, and it was all her fault.
"What do you mean? Try it yourself, Susan, didn't you say..."
"The club always welcomes volunteers, if you're willing."
"You mean I'd volunteer to be pierced by a barbecue fork on the Jessica 3000 machine? But that's
a bit too outrageous, isn't it?"
"Oh no, once you become a member of this private club, it's all perfectly legal, and
we'll never waste any human body. You don't actually have to offer yourself directly; there are strict
rules for our offerings."
"Rules?"
"Yes, first is clothing. You must be completely naked in the club. They'll
mark you with a special number on your labia."
Caroline nodded; that's where the number on Susan's body came from.
"Every party involves a draw to decide who gets to be processed into dinner. They'll inform Grandma beforehand whether she'll be
on the list to be drawn at the party. Usually, they draw one from three girls, and if you're chosen,
you have to be processed."
"Oh my god, Susan was chosen herself, wasn't she? That must have been incredibly exciting."
"Yes, when you're standing on stage and hear them announce the number of the girl next to you, that feeling is
incredibly exciting because you might also be chosen. I often tremble all day afterward, but once
you join the club, you have to attend these parties, especially when you're being drawn; there's no way
to escape it. And once your number is chosen, there's no escaping it either. But people tell me that what's
more exciting than not being chosen is actually being chosen. Every time I see girls
orgasm when their number is called, and then, when they're strapped to the machine for processing, they reach even higher
orgasms. They say it's the most intense and exciting orgasm a girl can ever experience."
"I think we girls would feel that way if we were executed that way, but would
n't it hurt a lot?" Caroline asked softly.
"The funny thing is, people say that when girls experience that kind of intense pain, they feel very happy
. Actually, we don't feel too much pain; what we mainly feel is the pleasure of orgasm,"
Caroline laughed. "I'm often told not to talk with my mouth full."
Susan smiled.
Caroline was a very suitable candidate for club membership.
She would definitely stand out at the Bobbiq party. Caroline had a well-proportioned and fit figure, her full body
filled with strong muscles.
Caroline's favorite sport was swimming, which made her muscles full of strength and vitality.
Susan, like her, often went to the gym to maintain her body; after all, club members had
an obligation to maintain their health and fitness.
However, until today, Susan had always doubted whether Caroline would really be interested in the club, but now
there was no doubt; Caroline obviously wanted to know more.
"So, do you guys really have a Jessica 3000, like in the magazines?"
"Yes, we haven't completely phased out the old model yet, but several new models are in their
final testing phase. You can see all the models at the club, including the latest one.
" "Oh."
"All you need to do is join the club."
"How do I join?"
"I'll contact them today, and you can come with me to the next party."
"But what about the membership number?" "That's easy. After you sign the membership agreement, they'll put a clitoral ring and a new 　　number
on your labia ." 　　"You mean I have to wear them all the time?" 　　"That's right, we all have to. Also, we have to be ready to respond to an emergency call at any time." 　　"An emergency call?" 　　"Sometimes they're invited to private parties. Mainly because they've found new volunteers, some are 　　family members, sometimes friends, so they need to find a few more girls to fill in. 　　Sometimes it's because they need one or two girls to test on the new machines, but that 　　doesn't happen often." 　　"Oh, is that so?" Caroline didn't quite understand yet, but she decided to experience it for herself. 　　You might have to wait a long time before being chosen, and Jessica seemed so wonderful; if 　　chosen, she'd be more than happy to climb on top. 　　"Our Barbie is always amazing, and you get a very strong sexual stimulation, plus lots of 　　other wonderful things, both painful and pleasurable, that you can do at the club. You just need to relax and enjoy 　　." 　　"...And orgasms!" 　　Susan smiled. "Of course!" 　　"When can I participate?" 　　"The next party is the day after tomorrow; you'll have plenty of time to prepare." 　　"That depends on whose number gets chosen," 　　Susan laughed. 　　"Do you hope you'll be chosen?" 　　Susan gazed into Caroline's beautiful blue eyes for a long time, then smiled and said, "Would you? By the way, we 　　might not be chosen this time; they always notify you at the last minute." 　　"I'm so excited, Susan, I can't believe it's all real."

"I understand, I'm happy for Milk."
That night, Caroline tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her mind filled with images of the Jessica machine. She
was also eager to know what the new model looked like.
Clearly, many girls must have been tested before the new machine was finally put into use, and her heart
pounded with excitement.
On the evening of the party, Caroline took a thorough full-body shower. Then she spent
a long time shaving off all her body hair and armpit hair, applying talcum powder, and using her best perfume
.
The rule that girls had to wear genital rings was intriguing; she imagined
a belt through the ring, her wrists bound behind her back, and someone could easily pull it down
. She had never experienced anything so exciting before.
Perhaps her life would be completely changed because of it.
Caroline found a long coat with a belt.
The coat could cover her naked body like a dress.
She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her figure. She was wearing high-heeled leather sandals, and her coat only
reached mid-thigh. Her calves, beautifully sculpted and glistening with white light, were accentuated by the heels, revealing her strong
knees and full thighs.
She chuckled softly, imagining how astonished people would be to see her ample bosom beneath her clothes if she bent over or climbed a ladder.
How amusing!
"Hey, Caroline, are you ready?"
"Ready. How do I look?"
"You're amazing! I have a surprise for you: I just called, and they told me we
'll both be selected tonight. Exciting, isn't it?
" "Oh..." Caroline's heart felt like it had been punched. Her inner sanity began to
tremble with excitement. It was so exciting! So soon! She wished she could experience what it felt like to be selected and not selected
. But if only one of them was selected, the other would have to
find a new roommate after her roommate was turned into a delicious barbecue.
She couldn't help but smile. This cyclical recruitment of volunteers was a great idea. As the time drew closer,
Caroline grew increasingly nervous and uneasy. After what felt like an infinitely long few minutes, a car pulled up
in front of their house.
"Coming!" Susan called out excitedly. Caroline began to wonder if she should really go with her. A
luxurious mid-size van was carrying two men.
Susan clearly knew them both.
"Hello Ted, hello Derek. This is Caroline, she's coming with us tonight."
"Ahem, Caroline," Ted greeted her with a warm smile.
"You're sure to be a delightful new companion."
"Well done," Derek said, "even in that coat, you're absolutely irresistible."
"Don't be so hasty, guys, she hasn't been to our place yet."
Caroline was quite pleased; it felt good to be appreciated, after all, it was just a fantasy, wasn't
it? Not long after, they arrived at the club.
In the cloakroom of the club's luxurious foyer, a waiter helped Susan remove her coat and checked her number
.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, miss," the waiter said, hanging her coat on
the hook marked with her number.
"Hello, Thomas," Susan replied.
“You must be the new lady,” he said, turning to Caroline. “We’ll get everything arranged for you right away.”
He then turned to Susan. “You must know where to take her, right?”
“Of course, Thomas, I’ll take good care of her.”
“Stay close to me, Caroline. It’s terrible if someone catches you without a number. They’ve hanged
girls without number cards before, right over there.”
Caroline followed her friend nervously. Would they really
hang a girl for not wearing a number card?
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The receptionist was in a converted stable across the field. She was a dark-skinned, naked beauty
with beautiful, platinum-like rings on her nipples.
It was a strange feeling to see a naked girl working behind a desk, so professional
.
“This is Caroline. She’s the new member I told you about.”
“Oh, really? Hello, Caroline. I’m Rona. I have the forms ready for you, please wait a moment.”
Rona opened a drawer and quickly took out a stack of forms.
"Fill in your address and date of birth here, and sign your name here as well."
"Okay. That's all. David," she called.
A muscular waiter appeared, wearing only a few belts, his manhood
surprisingly large even when not erect.
"Please take... um... Miss Caroline to register. Her number is 834."
She smiled at Susan. "It'll be quick, you can sit here and wait."
"Thank you, Rona."
"I think they've already told you you'll be participating in the lottery tonight?"
"Yes, I admit I'm very excited right now, this is my second time." "
That's right, after I finish all this paperwork, I'll be participating in the lottery with you, this is my ninth time standing
in the queue for the lottery, I think I might not be able to stand still for a while."
"What's your number, Rona?"
Rona smiled and stood up to show Susan the small tag hanging on her clean labia. Her number was
361. "Such a small number. There aren't many girls with such small numbers left in this world."
"Of course, I was the last one before 472."
"You must have seen many girls come and go."
"That's right. Come and go." The two girls laughed.
"You yourself have been here for a long time, haven't you?"
"Hmm, my number is 644, and I've been participating for almost a year."
"Pretty much, I've only been here for a little over two years."
"Maybe both of our numbers will be chosen tonight."
"Who knows? People have said that before, but I've never been chosen yet. However,
I always find it very exciting when I go for a body cleaning." "
I really enjoyed that last time too, but actually being treated is probably
more thrilling than just being cleaned."
At that moment, Caroline returned, looking quite pleased with herself: a small disc conspicuously hung on her
freshly shaved pubic hair.
"Hey Susan, look, they shaved all my hair off! I don't understand why I never thought of
doing this before."
"It suits you well, Caroline, you're such a beauty."
"And look at what they did to my hands!" She turned to show them her
wrists, tightly handcuffed together with a small cuff. "I can't even touch my own body now."
"Hmm," Susan smiled, "Of course you can't, that's the trick. Exciting, isn't it?"
"Oh, of course!"
"Guess what? Rona's going to be chosen with us later, she's going to stand with us."
"Really? I thought you didn't have to be numbered, Rona." "
I just told Susan that tonight is my ninth time on stage."
"Wow, your luck is incredible!"
"That's right, every time you go on stage, you have twice the chance of not being chosen, and before going on stage, there's a lottery to decide
which members need to be chosen. So if there are enough candidates, you have a chance to not
be chosen every time, therefore, everyone has the same chance every time."
"Probably... but wouldn't it be unfair if some girls were never chosen while others
were chosen on their first try?"
"But don't you think a girl who isn't chosen this time might be more willing to cooperate next time?"
Rona argued, "I like this method because until you're actually chosen, nobody knows what will
happen to you. So you don't need to worry about it before you're dealt with."
"Oh, I see. Anyway, I'll know how it feels when they start drawing lots later."
"Of course. Trying it once and then forgetting about it is the best way."
"Okay. I'll try to forget about it, Rona, but I'm too excited right now, I can't seem to
stop thinking about it."
"Okay, ladies, I've finished the paperwork now, we can stay together all night."
Caroline followed the others across the courtyard, feeling somewhat embarrassed because her hands were cuffed behind her back, preventing her from concealing her naked
, freshly shaved pubic hair and the piercing and number plate on her lower body.
David and several other waiters dressed similarly had already begun cleaning the small tent.
The smell was quite awful.
The small sheds looked like converted milking parlors.
The tiled roofs sloped inwards, and a drainage ditch ran through the middle of each shed.
The interior walls were neatly tiled, and several milking parlors were arranged against the walls. Each parlor
had a strange device suspended from the ceiling by crisscrossing metal rods, complete with pulleys and other
accessories.
In front of each parlor was a carefully coiled rubber hose with a nozzle.
Caroline didn't understand the
purpose of the small, round, pointed hoses attached to the walls behind the parlors.
Opposite the wall was a row of troughs, with hooks and racks covered with coiled ropes, chains, and handcuffs
.
Several girls were already hanging from the ceiling, their wrists suspended high above the ceiling.
"Girls, milkmen can choose parlors number 3, 8, and 9. Go quickly!"
Caroline obediently went to parlor number 3.
David unlocked her handcuffs and raised her hands high above her head.
A rope hung from a frame in the ceiling, and her clasped wrists were securely bound with it.
Then, he used a pulley to raise Caroline's body until her feet were
about a foot off the ground.
He then used two ropes fixed to the wall to tie to Caroline's left and right ankles,
spreading her legs wide apart.
Caroline felt she couldn't struggle at all.
"Alright. Now we'll start cleaning Milk's body,"
he said, turning to grab a handful of ointment from a bucket behind the spreader.
"Is this your first time, little girl?"
"Oh yes."
"Ah...of course. I just put a ring on your vulva, don't be afraid, it won't hurt too much." He showed Caroline
the ointment in his hand: "This is a byproduct of our previous parties. There's always some oil left over after cooking
, you know. We always make full use of our prey and try not to waste them."
At the same time, he put his hands between Caroline's parted legs and applied the ointment to her tightly closed
anus.
"Relax, darling. Don't be nervous."
The nozzle felt cool and hard, and although Caroline struggled a few times, it still went in smoothly into her
buttocks.
He pulled a handle, and the nozzle began to expand inside Caroline's body.
The water pipes hung heavily below the nozzle, and she couldn't get them out.
He turned on the tap, and Caroline felt a warm jet of water rush into her internal organs.
In a short while, she felt very uncomfortable because her stomach was full of water.
"Stop...stop, I can't take it anymore!"
David just smiled and ignored her.
When he finally turned off the valve, she felt like her stomach was about to explode.
"Just stay here for a little while, good girl, let the cleanser work. We want your guts to be
completely clean."
"But...but I'm just being selected!"
“Of course, darling. All the girls who participate in the selection have to go through this process.
This avoids unpleasant things from happening and saves time after the selection.
We don’t want to wait too long before dinner, do we? And this cleaning won’t hurt
anyone.”
“Oh.”
Five minutes later, he flipped the handle back and pulled the nozzle out of her body.
A gush of water gushed from her anus, making her feel more embarrassed than ever before. The warm water was filled
with detergent and the filth from her body.
Even more embarrassing was that this cleaning was done a second time, and a third time.
Of course, the third time, only water and foaming detergent sprayed out of her buttocks.
He was very satisfied with the last batch of water; there was no filth in it.
He then carefully washed her lower body several more times with the hose.
“Okay, darling, all done.”
Caroline twisted her body to express her gratitude as she was lowered from the rack, and then a large bath towel quickly
dried her entire body.
"Now go up on stage with the other girls, darling."
Before leaving the tent, the girls' hands were crossed and
neatly tied behind their backs with a soft but strong Japanese rope.
Caroline found that wrists bound with this rope were even less mobile than handcuffed. The feeling was incredibly
exciting.
She obediently followed the other girls onto the long, raised stage facing the
audience.
Susan managed to stand beside her; it was good to have someone who had experienced all of this by her side.
She had never imagined what it would feel like to be naked and bound in front of so many people.
It was a very special experience, especially when she heard several people at a nearby table commenting on her
body; they were clearly eager to taste the deliciousness of her body after being pierced and roasted on the Barbican pit
.
She could even feel the heat of the Barbican campfire on the stage; there were at least three of them there.
Suddenly, her neck was pulled sharply and a noose was fastened around her neck. She looked around in surprise.
Above the girls on stage was a wooden beam, from which many nooses hung.
Then her toes were pulled sharply and tied with nooses as well.
"Susan, what's going on?" she cried.
"Nothing, Caroline. Just routine. They don't want any of us
running away after the results are announced."
"Don't worry, Susan. I won't run anywhere," she joked.
Caroline could see Rona standing at the back of the line, looking remarkably calm. Caroline wondered how she could
remain so composed after eight rounds of drawing lots.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I now announce the results of the draw. Until then, please enjoy the sight of these
girls who will be performing at tonight's party."
A loud round of applause erupted.
"First, according to regulations, we must grade these bodies and stamp them with a badge. Tonight,
Mr. Hill will be doing this work with honor."
All the girls' bodies were being squeezed and pricked by the experts on stage. Caroline saw the famous butcher
approach her.
He inserted his professionally appraised fingers under her buttocks, examining
the texture of the muscles in her thighs, and touching her clitoris to check its fullness.
As he inserted his fingers deep into her vagina, he muttered something.
"Now, let's test the texture of the breasts, girl. Please clench as tightly as you can."
Caroline obediently clenched the fingers inserted into her vagina. He smiled with satisfaction.
"Excellent, good girl. This is the best vulva I've seen in years."
He muttered to himself, pricking and pinching her round buttocks and high breasts with a bamboo skewer, finally
ending the examination.
"Number 834, U.S. Top Quality," he announced loudly.
Caroline felt very proud, even though most of the girls were rated "top-notch."
Only Rona was rated "superior," but that didn't really matter.
When he stamped the scalding hot rating stamp on her right buttock, Caroline involuntarily
flinched, feeling a sharp pain.
“Welcome to the club, Caroline,”
Susan said cheerfully. “It’s alright. This is all part of the fun, and that mark will disappear soon
. I bet you never imagined you’d be chosen as the best meat. How does it feel?”
“It’s strange, but exciting. I’m starting to believe they’re not kidding. Are they really going to
roast and eat three of us?”
“I bet they will. They’ll announce the lucky winners soon.”
“You mean the winners, Susan?”
“Of course,”
Caroline laughed. Great minds think alike. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m very pleased to find that
every girl waiting to be chosen on stage is very pleasing to our chef. Mr. Hill, please give
a salute to these girls who are willing to offer their beautiful bodies.”
Another round of prolonged applause.
“Now I will announce the first number drawn.” He paused.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, the first one, and I think everyone would agree, is a very charming and coveted
beauty.
Our first winner is... number 644... Miss Susan."
Caroline could hardly believe it. Susan had been chosen, and there were two more spots left. She glanced
at her friend standing beside her and found her trembling with extreme excitement.
"Susan is... I can't believe it!"
"Ah... Caroline... oh!" She was so excited: "Me too... can't... believe it."
The host held up another number. Caroline began to tremble; two more girls were to be chosen.
"Our next lovely girl for tonight's Bobbiq party is a brand new number,
her first time attending a club event: Miss Caroline, number 834."
The moment she heard her name, Caroline felt a chill run down her spine. She was already imagining
the guests at the party savoring her tender flesh.
She knew acutely that she couldn't escape it; in a few minutes, she would experience this horrible
sensation firsthand.
She felt herself reaching another orgasm; the nectar from her vagina had already moistened her freshly
shaved labia.
Her clitoris was engorged and swollen from the orgasm.
Caroline glanced at Susan beside her; she was already convulsing violently from her orgasm.
The audience cheered loudly, but the host continued his announcement.
"Finally. I'm sure everyone likes our Rona. Her number lasted the longest, and she
's clearly waited far too long to offer her beautiful body to our table. Today her
wish is fulfilled, ladies and gentlemen, let's congratulate her!"
A louder round of applause followed; clearly, Rona was popular.
Caroline noticed two glistening tears on Susan's cheeks.
After tasting the deliciousness of human flesh so many times, the excitement of offering one's own body must be
hard to suppress.
She felt incredibly lucky to have been chosen on her first try.
The feeling of being used by someone else on one's first time at such a club was more intoxicating than enjoying someone else's body.
The other six girls who weren't chosen breathed a sigh of relief; their nooses were loosened, and
the ropes binding their wrists were untied, except for one who looked somewhat dissatisfied.
David patted her bottom.
"It's alright, Linda. If you'd like, we'll offer you as a special offering next week."
Her eyes lit up.
“Oh, David, is that alright? That would be so special.”
“Darling, it’s nothing. We always welcome volunteers. I’m sure it would be wonderful,
we’ll see next time.”
“Oh, thank you, David. I can’t wait for that day.” She kissed him passionately and walked away,
clearly very pleased with his arrangement.
Caroline felt much more relaxed after her toes were untied.
However, David then threaded a leather strap through the clitoral ring she was wearing and pulled her forward with it
.
As a girl, with her hands crossed and tied behind her back, and being pulled by such a strap, there was absolutely no
chance to struggle.
She followed David very obediently, carefully feeling the strange sensation of the clitoral ring being pulled back and forth.
At first glance, the treatment shed was very similar to the one where she had just been washed, except that it
had a wooden fence in front.
The shed was tiled, with a drainage ditch running through the center and several smaller ditches along the sides.
The intended location for the scaffolding was several platforms requiring a few steps to ascend, each holding
different pieces of equipment.
Caroline immediately noticed a machine remarkably similar to Jessica 3000.
A shelf nearby was filled with gleaming steel piercing rods, each about
eight feet long, their tips sharpened to a point—clearly mass-produced.
Another machine looked equally terrifying; she recognized it as a fully automated guillotine.
It had a metal slide, and a row of hooks on the wall for suspending the victim
.
Yet another vertically positioned machine also resembled Jessica 3000, but with a more complex design.
Caroline began to tremble; Jessica 3000 was horrific enough.
David strapped Caroline's belt to a hook on the wall.
She tugged at the belt a few times—it hurt—and couldn't go anywhere.
“You can wait here until we’re done with them. It’s your first time here, and they’ve already
seen it. You’ll enjoy it more if you know what’s going to happen.”
“David’s right, Caroline. I don’t mind going first. You’ll find
it feels better to experience it with your own body later.”
“Oh, okay, Susan. Thanks.”
As David led Susan to Jessica’s side, she smiled bravely at Caroline.
She obediently spread her legs and knelt on the platform, then her knees and shoulders were tightly secured with leather straps
.
Then, he locked the metal shackles around Susan’s ankles and neck.
She tried to move, but there was clearly no way to move; her chin was pressed tightly against the chin support
.
Caroline saw that Susan’s vulva was already wet with arousal fluid.
Her labia were shamefully moist, and her clitoris was visibly swollen with excitement.
David began to smear Susan's genitals with copious amounts of fresh, extracted oil from a girl's body, skillfully
caressing her labia, which had thickened and swelled with arousal.
Then, he inserted a needle with a thin tube attached to the back into Susan's nipple and
tightened the screw.
"Ouch! It hurts!" Susan cried out.
"You know, girl. The more it hurts now, the better you'll taste at the dinner table later. So
don't complain, just bear with it,"
Caroline's body began to writhe. She could imagine how Susan felt, especially since
it was her best friend being tortured in front of her.
The piercing fork seemed to be about an inch in diameter; David attached one to the machine, making
a crisp metallic clanging sound.
As he slid the rod forward, the tip gleamed coldly.
Susan instinctively twitched a few times the moment the cold tip touched her vulva.
As Caroline watched the rod slowly but steadily penetrate her friend's vagina, she
trembled involuntarily.
First, the tip of the rod spread the labia apart, then gradually widened her
glistening vulva, which was soaked in lubrication and ointment, until her entire vulva tightly enveloped the rod.
Caroline watched, marveling at how perfectly the rod was designed to fit a girl's vulva.
David continued to apply more grease to Susan's buttocks.
"This is our Jessica 4000," he explained to Caroline. "This model also has
an auxiliary fork; let me show you how to use it."
He showed Caroline a pointed nozzle, like the one used in an enema station.
"This button turns on the cutter." He pressed a button, and a row of sharp steel teeth began to rotate around the nozzle
.
"I still don't understand." "
It's actually very simple. Insert this nozzle into Susan's anus, and after the puncture is complete, these cutting
devices will open her abdomen, and then her intestines and internal organs will flow into the collection box at the bottom of the machine.
The old-style machines would mess up the internal organs. Now, I just need to insert this nozzle into her anus and use
it to make a tube to flush her internal organs out from behind."
"Oh,"
he laughed, "things always get better."
The nozzle was smoothly inserted into Susan's rectum through her anus, and then he pressed a button to make it
expand inside her.
"Now, girl, we're going to start. Everyone else is getting impatient."
Caroline shuddered.
"Could...could I press the button, sir?"
"Oh, that's unusual, but since you're good friends. Come a little over here, turn around
, and I'll place the control box in your hand. Can you feel the button?" "Yes 　　, 　　thank you
. Susan, are you ready?"
"That's a good idea, Caroline. I'd like to do this for you too. 　　" " 　　Okay, I 　　'm going to press the button 　　now." "Ah ... 　　The girl's body, pierced through the bar, continued to writhe violently, but eventually she calmed down 　　. 　　"Excellent," David said, clearly pleased with her performance. 　　"Now, my girl," he turned to Caroline, "you can see her intestines and internal organs being cleaned under her breasts 　　. Move a little closer so you can see better." 　　He pressed a button, and a faint, thin red line appeared on Susan's stomach. 　　The cutting blade moved back and forth between her lower abdomen and chest cavity. 　　Suddenly, her abdomen was completely cut open from the inside. 　　Caroline watched in astonishment from a few meters away as Susan's intestines and other internal organs 　　gushed out of the incision in her abdomen and flowed into a collection box beneath the machine. 　　David immediately turned on the switch of the nozzle inserted into Susan's anus, and Susan began to convulse violently again. 　　She was clearly feeling extreme pain. 　　More intestines gushed out of the opening in her abdomen with the flow of water. David used a small scalpel to 　　cut away the last remaining section of intestine inside her abdominal cavity. 　　An automatic sewing machine carefully stitched up Susan's abdominal wound, and David then removed 　　the water pipe from the nozzle inserted into her anus. 　　Two waiters came and grabbed a pole to lift her body. 　　They used scissors to cut off the number plate hanging above Susan's genitals and the nipple rings on her nipples, then 　　tied her ankles to a roasting fork with hemp rope, her knees were also tied together, and then her 　　wrists, which were cuffed behind her back, were secured to her waist with another hemp rope. 　　As they did all this, Susan kept staring at Caroline, and it was hard to know what she was 　　thinking. 　　Roona, who had remained calm and silent, suddenly spoke. 　　"Could I try the Jessica 6000, David, if there aren't any major problems?" 　　"Darling, I was thinking the same thing. I know you love your cousin Jimmy's story. I won't 　　let you down. Caroline, you're about to see something you won't want to miss. Come here, Rona, let me 　　untie the ropes on your wrists first. You know what to do, right?" 　　"Of course. I've helped many girls get through this. Watch how I get up there myself. 　　" 　　Rona nimbly walked to the upright machine and climbed up herself. 　　Immediately, her legs were firmly secured, and when she bent her knees, her ankles were also 　　locked with a pair of handcuffs. 　　It was so easy; any girl could do it herself. 　　This was definitely a brand new model, but Caroline still preferred an older model; this machine 　　looked too modern. 　　Rona's wrists were handcuffed to the back of the support frame holding her ankles by the metal handcuffs on the machine. She had to strain 　　her body to get her wrists into the metal handcuffs, but she managed it. 　　Now, she was completely immobilized, her position somewhat like 　　prey bound vertically in the manner of a wild boar, except that beneath her spread legs was a machine. 　　David nervously adjusted the machine's controller beside her. 　　To Caroline's surprise, the metal rod intended for piercing seemed not to be aligned correctly. 　　After applying ointment to her lower body, her buttocks were spread open, and the tip of the rod was moved to aim at her anus. 　　He pushed the rod upwards until it was firmly inserted into her anus. 　　Rona writhed seductively and alluringly.

"Oh, I feel it's already inside me, it's pricking me!"
Rona's nipples were already erect with excitement; she was almost fainting from the thrill.
A steel fork inserted into her anus wasn't Caroline's preferred sexual fantasy, but as she watched, she began
to tremble like Rona.
David immediately pressed the "execute" button.
Caroline clearly heard the sound of the rod piercing her intestines; the girl began to scream and struggle—it
must have been incredibly painful.
A few minutes later, the tip of the rod appeared in Rona's open mouth; her body was still convulsing violently, trembling
and spasming.
"Watch closely, Caroline. The most interesting part is about to begin."
She watched with fascination as the machine automatically locked the tip of the piercing rod and began to rotate counter-clockwise. Caroline heard a metallic clanging sound from inside Rona's body; the piercing rod 　　broke into two pieces
inside her abdominal cavity . 　　The support behind her began pulling her wrists down, her back arching sharply backward, and 　　her abdomen swelled up, making her look pregnant. 　　Now, Caroline knew what was coming next. A sharp blade appeared in front of the machine, 　　slicing deeply upward from her clitoris into her abdomen. 　　The cut went all the way down to below her sternum. 　　As the lower part of the piercing probe retracted, blood gushed out. 　　"Look at this nozzle, it's very similar to Susan's, but we 　　use it after this girl has been pierced. That's different from the other machines." 　　He showed Caroline the nozzle. 　　It could expand to twice its original diameter, and the outer cutting teeth were much longer. 　　At first, she didn't quite understand that Rona had already been pierced through her anus. 　　When he inserted the nozzle deeply into Rona's vagina, she suddenly remembered the carnival story. 　　After pressing the switch, Rona's vagina was stretched wide open. 　　As he began to suction, Rona's body convulsed, her internal organs 　　being drawn into the collection tank beneath the machine. 　　Caroline was certain the girl had experienced a violent orgasm when the machine was turned on. 　　He quickly removed what had come from her body, and then her body was meticulously sewn shut by the machine. 　　Her eyes were wide open, stinging with a new wave of pain. 　　"Looks primitive, but this body tastes good. It has to feel extreme pain." 　　Hearing his explanation, Rona's lips twitched a few times, attempting a smile in response. 　　David pressed another handle, and the two ends of the piercing rod were reconnected in her empty abdominal cavity. 　　Caroline was now almost neurotic; she watched as he adjusted the pointed nozzle inserted in the middle of her vagina and replaced it with 　　a constantly vibrating metal rod. As Rona was carried away by the waiter, the girl, her body pierced, continued 　　to writhe with 　　the constant vibration of the metal rod inside her vagina . 　　Caroline hoped she could now fully enjoy this powerful pleasure, but suddenly she realized she was 　　the only girl still standing. It was too late to escape; she was being led towards Jessica 4000. 　　She didn't know if Susan was still alive in the Bobbiq fire pit. 　　________________________________________ (5) 　　David untied the belt binding her lower body from the hook and pulled her forward. 　　"You're about to be tested. Is there any difficulty, girl?" he asked her politely. 　　"Oh...no...I'm thinking...what should I do?" 　　"It's simple. You just need to kneel down, and I'll handle the rest." 　　"Oh, okay." 　　Caroline felt very happy as she lay on the machine, but now she couldn't think about anything else. 　　They had the legal right to demand her body. She was a member of the club and had signed a contract, 　　so there was no room for discussion. 　　She had signed the agreement under her own free will, and there was no time limit. 　　Of course, they could demand to use her body on her first visit. 　　While she pondered, David was busy preparing. 　　Almost all her muscles were immobilized; he now held her neck tightly to the brace 　　and forced her chin against it, a position she understood was necessary to allow the puncture needle to 　　easily exit her mouth. 　　Her genitals began to arouse as she had anticipated. 　　She didn't know what would happen next, only able to smile at him as his fingers caressed her body. 　　It felt wonderful, especially without being able to see what he was doing. 　　Caroline was already soaking wet; she was ready. 　　Caroline began to gasp loudly as he inserted the needle into her nipple. 　　She had forgotten the needles that had just been inserted into Susan's nipples. 　　Both her nipples were stinging from the needles, especially when he tightened the screws securing them 　　. 　　Suddenly, she desperately wanted to reach out and pull the needles out, but her wrists were now firmly 　　handcuffed behind her back. 　　His fingers brought her immense pleasure as they caressed her labia, an attempt to distract her from 　　the pain of the needle pricks on her nipples, especially the sensation of something hard and warm slowly penetrating 　　her labia and entering her secret cave. 　　Of course, now the waiters could have sex with her as they pleased, and his penis suddenly thrust into her vagina. 　　The vagina was meant to withstand this kind of stimulation. 　　As his thrusts grew increasingly violent, she clenched the muscles inside her vagina, 　　a technique she had only learned a few months ago. 　　She didn't know how many girls David had slept with on Jessica, but he would certainly remember this 　　one. As his breathing became more rapid, his hands tightened their grip on her slender waist.

Her lower body muscles twitched with each powerful thrust; he was truly amazing.
Her clitoris swelled and became engorged with blood from his back-and-forth thrusts and the sudden, intense stroking of her genitals with his fingers.
Caroline experienced a surge of intense pleasure as his hot semen gushed into her vagina.
But suddenly, he withdrew his penis and walked away.
Her chest heaved with pleasure.
Suddenly, something cold touched her vulva—the tip of the piercing probe.
It easily slipped into her still involuntary, throbbing vagina, stretching her vulva wide
open.
She hadn't expected to suddenly feel the tip of the probe against her cervix, completely opening her lower body
.
The probe continued to stimulate her already aroused clitoris.
She thought he was doing this on purpose.
Next, he smeared a lot of lubricant around and inside her anus; the pointed tip inserted into her anus
felt ominous, especially after he turned it on, causing it to swell inside her.
After placing a small box on her hands, which were tightly handcuffed behind her back, he said to her, "Start
the machine yourself, good girl."
"Oh...okay...thank you, David."
He placed her thumb on the button, then took a step back and waited.
She could feel her breathing and heartbeat.
"Can I make one last request before I die, David?" she asked tentatively.
"What do you want?"
"After we're done, when you tie me to the barbecue fork, could you tie my hands in front of me?
I want to be able to touch my own body with my hands at the very end."
"Oh... I think that's fine. I'll tie your hands in front of your lower body. Oh, and I'll also
put some special ointment in your hands so you can apply it to your own genitals. The smell of your labia and vagina
will definitely be outstanding."
"Thank you so much, ma'am."
Caroline smiled contentedly: "Will my face look terrible after the barbecue?"
"Don't worry, girl, no, we'll give your beautiful face and hair special treatment. Just wait
and see."
It seemed there was no more excuse to delay. Being brave was inevitable anyway. At first, there seemed
to be no reaction, but then she felt the piercing rod smoothly pierce her cervix and enter her
uterus. Then she felt another piercing, the feeling of the cold piercing rod constantly sliding over her clitoris was
indescribable.
She trembled with pleasure as the piercing rod pierced her abdomen. The tip slowly and steadily passed through
her body, leaving a burning passage—a sensation she had never experienced before.
The rod made her involuntarily writhe in completely different positions; it had become
the center of her body, around which she could only rotate.
She felt it smoothly penetrate her esophagus.
When the tip emerged from her open mouth, two streams of hot tears flowed from her eyes.
Her vagina instinctively clenched tightly around the rod, convulsing, and her whole body
trembled once more in a wave of immense pleasure.
The piercing rod gave her boundless euphoria and a profound sense of arousal.
She felt David approach and begin to cleanse her internal organs.
The knife traced a fiery line on her stomach, and suddenly, something
fell out of her open wound.
A sharp pain shot through her anus; fluid gushed from the opening in her abdomen, and all her intestines spilled
out.
As the incision in her abdomen was stitched up, she felt a strange emptiness inside.
Her entire body, from her clitoris to her tongue, burned with excruciating pain. In her breasts, a machine automatically
injected a fiery substance into her body through her nipples.
Worst of all, her hands were still tightly cuffed behind her back. She desperately wanted to embrace
and caress her body, though she knew it wouldn't alleviate the pain.
She saw him lean over and smile at her, perhaps indicating she was ready to be "scorched ."
She tried to smile back, but found she could only manage a few painful twitches of her facial muscles.
"It looks like you're about to faint, darling,"
at least that was some comfort. He loosened the straps binding her, allowing her to writhe more violently
on the
piercing rod. She even weakly kicked her legs a few times as David tied her ankles behind the rod.
Another rope bound her knees together, immobilizing her again.
He then unlocked the leather handcuffs on her wrists, and her arms immediately wrapped tightly around her chest, her hands instinctively
caressing her burning breasts.
Her breasts throbbed with a sensual pleasure from the stimulation of his touch.
"Don't do that, relax, girl," David said, his strong hands gripping Caroline's slender wrists, forcefully
crossing and binding them together with a rope, the ends of which were then tightly wrapped
around her thighs.
Now, her hands could only touch her genitals, lower abdomen, and inner thighs, but that was already quite good.
David then wrapped another rope around her upper arms near her elbows, binding her arms tightly
to her body.
At least this way, her hands and arms could be as close to her body as possible, Caroline
thought.
Caroline's hands could now freely caress her genitals; since her pubic hair had been shaved,
she hadn't had much opportunity to personally feel the wonderfully smooth and delicate texture of her lower body.
She passionately kneaded her clitoris and labia, even trying to insert her fingers under the piercing rod into her
vagina, which could no longer be stretched.
Moving upwards, Caroline touched the freshly stitched wound on her lower abdomen, immediately feeling a piercing pain.
The muscles around her wound spasmed uncontrollably with the pain.
She could feel the fine thread used to stitch the wound; this thread must have been
made from the intestines of girls who had been executed before. She began to gently stroke the muscles around the wound to ease the pain.
David moved to Caroline's side and carefully wiped the sweat and tears from her forehead and cheeks with a towel
. Caroline had been sweating profusely from the intense pain and excitement.
Caroline winked at David in thanks.
Then, Caroline felt a warm stream of water wash over her body—it felt so good! Caroline's hair
was carefully gathered again and then covered with a wet wig.
This must have been to prevent her hair from getting burnt, making the prey even more beautiful and sexy on the table, greatly
stimulating the diners' appetites.
A cold iron spoon was placed in Caroline's palm, and she grabbed a handful of cool, slippery
ointment.
These ointments were extracted from the bodies of girls who had been previously burned, and her own body fat
would also be extracted into this ointment. However, Caroline didn't care about that now; she frantically applied the ointment
to her vulva, lower abdomen, inner thighs, and every part of her body that her hands could reach.
Several waiters raised the piercing rods and gently carried her to the last Barbican fire pit.
Susan and Rouna's bodies had already been burning for a long time beside her.
Susan was still convulsing like she was during an orgasm. Like Susan,
the ends of the piercing rods on Caroline's body were gently placed on the Y-shaped supports at both ends of the barbecue pit. Suddenly, the campfire beneath her
was lit, and Caroline entered another intense orgasm. She could clearly feel the heat of the flames
slowly heating her genitals. Several waiters were busy applying cool,
special barbecue sauce to her back, buttocks, and thighs. She rubbed her greasy abdomen and genitals even more frantically.
David watched from the side, seemingly very pleased.
Of course, she would be roasted soon.
The piercing rods began to get very hot and started burning her clitoris. She erupted again with pleasure. Her
nipples were too close to the flames; after being injected with the drug, they had become very hard and sensitive, and
the heat from the flames stimulated them like a continuous electric current.
She remembered her cooking class at school saying that the pain in a prey's body could make the meat tender and delicious.
Caroline didn't know how long she could endure the heat of the campfire.
Just then, another spoon was placed in her palm, containing cold ointment and sauce. Caroline realized
she was cooking her own body over the campfire. The ointment and sauce were so cold, and instinctively she
smeared them on any part of her body she could reach.
Suddenly, a sharp pain and dizziness shot through her. The waiters had turned her over on the grill,
brushing the icy sauce onto her burning neck, shoulders, breasts, arms, abdomen, calves, and feet.
Her back and buttocks also began to burn.
Caroline tried to move her toes and shoulders, only to find her feet and calves completely numb.
"Soon my arms and hands will lose all feeling too," she thought, and began to writhe frantically,
her hands continuing to frantically caress her body.
Her body was turned over again, and someone handed her another spoonful of ointment and sauce, which she continued
to rub and apply to her body.
A deep drowsiness gradually washed over her, and her eyelids drooped weakly.
In her hazy state, she heard the waiter beside her commenting on her body and scent. She still had feeling in her hands,
but her rubbing movements had become feeble.
In a daze, she felt the burning, stinging sensation below her body slowly disappear; she even had
the illusion that the stinging sensation was caused by ice.
She recalled a time in winter when she bathed in an outdoor hot spring and then rubbed snow onto her steaming body.
"Am I still alive?" Caroline cried out in her heart.
She tried to move her fingers, finding her hands numb; she had to concentrate desperately to move
them slightly.
"Look, this girl's little hands are no longer moving; she looks like she's about to die,"
Caroline heard a waiter say. "Fifteen minutes have passed, and her beautiful blue eyes have closed too."
Caroline felt the fat and muscle inside her body begin to melt, and her entire skin began to ooze
molten oil.
She felt the physical pain and euphoria gradually leaving her, only her soul lingering within her body
.
Caroline felt her body enveloped in a bluish-purple mist, and strangely, she now only felt
waves of cold.
In the distance, she could faintly hear the sizzling of turning a roasting fork and the crackling of oil dripping onto the flames
, and a few people commenting on something.
However, all of this seemed too distant.
Caroline suddenly forgot where she was.
She imagined herself taking a wonderful warm bath, warm water droplets constantly nourishing
her flawless white body from head to toe—so comfortable, so pleasant! She felt her entire skin relaxing; her body
had never felt so comfortable before.
Suddenly, Caroline's body began to rise.
She felt herself suspended in mid-air, and she opened her eyes in surprise, immediately realizing that her
delicate body was being roasted on a skewer, her form seemingly twitching slightly instinctively.
However, it no longer seemed to be her own body. Floating in the air, she calmly and carefully observed
this body that had once belonged to her.
Her eyes were half-open, her azure pupils having lost their luster, and her hands hung limply at her sides
.
Her entire body was roasted to a golden-brown color, and she felt that this color made her body even more
sensual, even more voluptuous.
At this moment, the waiter turned her body over again, and she saw that her breasts were still erect, the nipples
still prominently displayed in the center of her firm, sensual breasts.
Her genitals had turned a golden-brown, and the ointment she had applied to her smooth labia was
bubbling from the heat. She felt her body was truly exceptional and perfect, and it was most 　　fitting for
others to enjoy it after being treated like this . 　　She gradually felt her consciousness fading, and she regretted that no one would ever 　　know her experiences and feelings again. The sensations were so wondrous and stimulating; they would soon begin to taste her flesh 　　, and the taste was already in her own mouth—it was indeed delicious. 　　... David picked up his knife and fork. 　　She was truly exceptional. Her warm vagina was intoxicating; he would forever remember her gentle yet 　　strong muscles. 　　The taste of her body was incomparably wonderful; those who survived the Barbican party could not forget 　　the deliciousness of her.

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