Birthday dinner

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Warm reminder: This is a very terrifying, perverse, and bloody article, not the plot of a typical erotic novel. Reading it may make you uncomfortable! If you don't like this kind of work, it's best not to read on!
Karin is a good daughter and a good older sister or younger sister. Actually, it's not difficult to do that, as long as you have good cooking skills. As
usual, Karin came to the club's members' shopping center. Various sizes of meat cut from different places were displayed here. However, Karin rarely bought any. Although the quality of these meats was at least top-grade, she still preferred fresh meat that had been slaughtered and cut on the spot, even though the quality of the meat might not be very good.
Karin came to Harry's counter and looked at today's goods. Because she arrived late, she saw that only three girls were still kneeling there waiting for buyers. Karin chose a girl with short Japanese-style hair. Although her figure was not fully developed, her buttocks were very round and firm, and her legs were also very strong.
“Kalin wants her legs,” Karin said, pointing at the girl. “
Great choice,” Harry’s catchphrase was, and he continued, “Hey, don’t you want something else? I’d like to get off work early, and the girls have been waiting for a long time.” Karin
hesitated, but seeing the two pairs of eager eyes, she changed her mind: “Okay. It’s Mom’s fortieth birthday, so a little extravagance won’t hurt. How about adding that girl’s arms and her buttocks?”
“Hey, you’re so kind,” Harry grinned. He turned and pulled on the ropes tied around the girls’ waists, leading them toward the guillotine. The
girls knelt on the guillotine, their slender necks secured by a barrier. Below their heads were baskets, each containing three or four severed heads. Above their necks hung sharp guillotines. Their arms remained bound behind their backs, and Harry further bound their feet with ropes, securing the ropes to their feet with iron hooks attached to the ropes. Once
everything was prepared, Harry activated the guillotine. Two suction cup-like objects extended from the bottom of the guillotine, accurately attaching themselves to each girl's breasts and beginning to squeeze. At first, the three girls instinctively twisted their bodies, trying to avoid the suction cups. But gradually, they began to moan with pleasure. Then, a large ,
vibrating dildo rose from the bottom and entered the girls' bodies, beginning to thrust in and out.
The girls had abandoned all restraint and were moaning shamelessly. A few
minutes later, the short-haired girl Karin had chosen first reached her climax. Her mouth was wide open, her body stiff, her hands flailing wildly, and then she writhed and groaned. Harry quickly pressed the slaughter button, and the sharp blade fell, severing the short-haired girl's neck. She only managed a soft "uh" before her head rolled into a basket below, her headless body sliding limply to the ground… "Ah," "Ugh," the other two girls were also precisely slaughtered by Harry at the same moment they reached their climax. Their bodies were suspended upside down by pulleys on the ceiling to drain the blood, making it easier for Karin
to cut the parts she needed.
Karin smiled with satisfaction. Logically, under the same circumstances, the girl who reaches orgasm earlier has better flesh. Karin was very pleased with her first choice.
Karin returned home carrying bags of various sizes filled with ingredients, only to find her family sitting around the dining table in the central hall, chatting and laughing. As soon as Karin entered, her youngest sister, Ruilin, excitedly ran over and said, "Sister, you don't have to cook today! Mom said we can go to the club's 'Choose Your Own Meat' restaurant today; she's already reserved a table."
"Really?" Karin smiled, putting the bags in the refrigerator, and asked, "So who will be processed?"
"It's not finalized yet," said Karin's only sister, Eileen. "We've only decided to choose two from six people. But the final decision will be made at the restaurant."
Karin shrugged indifferently.
The restaurant's main entrance was enormous. On either side of the entrance were huge display windows, each containing twenty or thirty girls, who were the restaurant's takeout customers. Their hands were bound behind their backs, their feet were shackled and locked apart, and the chains of the collars around their necks hung high, forcing them to stand upright, their figures clearly visible. Upon entering, a naked blonde girl of about twenty years old asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?" Mama Nina replied that she had reserved table number nine. The
naked waitress then led them to the table.
The restaurant was enormous, capable of seating at least a hundred people at once. As usual, it was already packed. Naked waitresses moved among the tables. Along the left and right walls stood forty girls and women of various ages, from their early teens to their twenties and thirties; they were the evening's diners, receiving directions from the guests. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs to rings on the wall.
Those chosen by the guests had collars placed around their necks by the waitresses, then their shackles were removed, and they were led to the guests' tables.
“Hmm. We should try some younger meat tonight.” Nina smiled and pointed to a pair of girls who had just walked past Karin’s table. They looked like twins, with innocent faces
of twelve or thirteen, slender and slim figures, and were indeed quite attractive. They were led by the waitress to another table, listening to the guests decide how they should be cooked. “They look alike,” Karin’s cousin Michelle whispered to her sister Mina, referring to the lady speaking to the waitress.
“Yes,” the waitress at Karin’s table said with a smile, “that lady is the mother of the twins. It’s quite popular here lately to order your own daughters.”
“So, are you planning to buy the girls here or donate them?” the waitress asked.
"Well, I've decided to donate two of these five girls, and then choose two more from among you." Nina pointed to her sister Eileen, her younger sister Raelin, Karin's two cousins Michelle and Mina, and Karin herself: "But we haven't decided yet who to donate." "
Oh, I see," the waitress replied with a smile, perhaps having seen this situation before: "We can offer a solution." "
What is it?"
The waitress turned and pointed to the ladies standing against the wall: "Let them all stand there and be chosen by the guests. The first two chosen will be the winners."
"That's a classic solution," Karin laughed: "Does this happen often here?" Nina
laughed, "That's a great idea. But how about this, I'll run too. Let the six of us compete to see whose meat is the best, and the customers can choose first."
When the kitchen staff arrived, they had already removed all their clothes. According to regulations, livestock are not allowed to wear any clothing. He approached them and whispered a few words to Nina, then untied a bundle of rope from his belt and began to tie them up. Starting with Nina, everyone's hands were tied behind their backs, and they obediently allowed him to complete the task.
"Come on. Let's go into the kitchen for some pre-processing preparations." After they were all tied up, the staff pulled on the ropes binding them, leading them towards the kitchen.
"Aren't we supposed to be chosen by the customers? Why do we need to go into the kitchen for some preparations?" Eileen asked疑惑地问道. " That
's right. Once the guests have made their selections, we need to prepare the food as quickly as possible. Nobody wants to wait too long after ordering, right?" the staff patiently explained. "Besides, it's just a quick wash; it won't take much time."
The kitchen was spacious, almost the same size as the main hall. Several large fire pits were on the left, and the Y-shaped racks on either side were almost full. Most of the girls, mostly teenagers, were being roasted over the fire, pierced by sharp rods. Some were almost finished cooking, their golden-brown flesh emitting a rich aroma. Others appeared to have just been pierced and placed on the fire pits; their bodies were still wriggling on the rods, and staff in white were applying seasonings to them. On the other
side were several pots filled with boiling water. In one of them, a woman of about thirty years old sat. She appeared to be cooked, her neck draped over the edge of the pot, her lifeless, rosy-pink body rising and falling with the boiling broth.
Near the oven, Karin saw the twin girls from before. One of them was already in the oven; through the transparent door, she could clearly see her sitting upright on a tray. She must still be alive, Karin thought, noticing her eyes seemed to be blinking. On another tray, a cook wearing a tall white
hat was processing the remaining one. Her limbs had been cut off, their purpose unknown, and the cook was stuffing her hollowed-out abdomen with seasonings.
Just as she was engrossed in watching, they arrived at the washing room. It was a small, cramped cubicle. The worker fastened a collar around Karin's neck and hung the chain from it on a hook on the ceiling, leaving Karin barely able to stand on tiptoe. Then, he inserted a hose deeply into Karin's buttocks.
The door was closed, plunging the cubicle into darkness. Warm water flowed down the hose into Karin's abdomen, bulging her stomach as if it were about to explode.
A few minutes later, the dirty water was drawn out of Karin's body. Then the process continued until her body was thoroughly cleansed. Then
, Karin felt another stream of warm water spray onto her body. First, it washed her chest, then sprayed up and down. The perfect pressure made Karin forget her earlier discomfort, leaving her feeling incredibly relaxed and comfortable. A moment later, the water receded, replaced by gusts of warm air, making her feel incredibly languid. Only the chains on her collar kept Karin barely standing.
Stepping out of the washing room, the kitchen had changed completely. Most of the girls on the grill and in the soup pots had been removed, but the twin girls in the oven were still being roasted. In the center of the kitchen, several girls were being dismembered, their chins hooked by meat hooks, their trembling—whether from pain or pleasure—clearly indicating they were still alive. Karin turned and smiled at Nina, saying, "This restaurant really pays attention to the freshness of the meat!
" "Come on." The staff member who had brought Karin and the others in to clean them earlier led them out of the kitchen and into the outer hall: "Someone outside is getting impatient!" Of the
original forty-odd female slaves outside, only about ten remained standing in their original positions. All the girls around ten years old had already been chosen. So, as soon as they appeared, they heard a loud shout from a table: "Come to our table, we want them all!"
After leaving the kitchen, they were served by the same waitress who had served them earlier. The waitress led them to that table. It was then that Karin noticed a number branded on the waitress's buttocks :
"267".
"Skewer these and grill them." At the table of about ten guests, the man at the head of the group pointed to the youngest sister, Ruilin, and her younger cousin, Mina. He was a discerning diner, immediately recognizing that Ruilin and Mina were the youngest and had the most tender meat.
Then he turned to Michelle, pointing at her and saying, "Just fry this one in oil, stuff it with seasoning number two." He then turned to Nina: "This one's good for soup." Finally, pointing to Karin and her sister, Eileen, he said, "Cut these two up and put them in the oven; we want to take them home."
"Well…" the waitress hesitated, "They're choosing two out of six; only two will be processed."
"Is that so?" The man's disappointment was palpable. "What a pity."
"Sorry to spoil your fun, this is due to a shortage of supplies today." Another male voice sounded behind them: "I am Gore, the manager of this restaurant."
Turning around, a familiar face appeared in front of Karin and the others. Karin exclaimed in surprise, "Dad, you're the manager of this restaurant!"
It was indeed true; her father was smiling at Karin and the others. He said, "These are my wife and children. Since the guests have chosen them, I have no choice but to let them go. 267, take them to be processed!"
"What a lovely birthday dinner," Nina muttered, her tone ambiguous, neither a complaint nor a delight. "Let's go, kids." "
I should have stayed," Eileen complained beside Karin. "We could have stayed in the kitchen longer."
Karin smiled and comforted Eileen, "Don't be discouraged. We're just takeaway food for the guests; I think we can stay until the very end." Karin
was absolutely right. When they entered the kitchen, she and Eileen were separately taken to a corner where two small guillotines stood. The blades were lowered, and their distinctive slanted edges, stained with blood, could be seen through round holes in the guards.
Karin knelt down, cooperating with the workers as they raised the blades and lifted the upper guard, leaning forward to extend her neck through the round hole in the guard. Then, the workers locked the two guards together, securing her firmly to the guillotine. Karin
recalled the scene of buying girls at the market earlier, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips. An hour ago, she had been a detached observer, but now she was truly awaiting the same fate. She looked down at the basket already filled with several beautiful heads, imagining her own head soon falling into it, and sighed. She had always dreamed of being impaled and roasted. Now, she could only cast envious glances at Mina and Raelin.
While Karin and Raelin prepared themselves on the guillotine, her mother and sisters also received their due. Nina
was ordered by a customer to be made into blood clot soup. The method involves first simmering the person to be processed in a pot with other ingredients, then draining their blood after a certain time and cooking it into chunks. Nina is currently in the pot, a long wooden cangue around her neck to keep her head outside the pot and prevent her from drowning before the flesh is cooked and spoiling.
On the other side, Michelle is struggling on the gallows. The trapdoor under her feet has been opened, and the thick noose is deeply embedded in her neck. Her feet dangle in the air, her long, naked, and sexy legs kicking as if trying to step on something. Her tongue is stretched out long, and clear saliva drips down it. Her body is trembling violently, her high, rounded breasts heaving wildly and futilely. Karin
watched Michelle's every twist and struggle with fascination. From her perspective, Michelle resembled a beautiful mermaid from a fairy tale, struggling on the fisherman's rod. In reality, she was using her own body to slowly lead herself to death.
Turning her head, Mina and Ruilin's piercings had already begun. They knelt on the wide processing table, their still-developing, slender, pale buttocks facing the chef, accommodating the thick, cold, sharp piercing rod. Although the entry points differed slightly, there was only one exit. Mina gasped for breath, enduring the waves of impact entering through her anus, her pale lips trembling as she parted them, letting the sharp tip of
the rod protrude from her throat, preventing her mouth from ever closing again.
At the same time, the tip of the piercing rod was revealed in Ruilin's open mouth. One inch, two inches... Ruilin convulsed, as if overwhelmed by boundless pleasure, convulsing around the piercing rod inside her body. When she was placed on the
fire pit, she convulsed even more violently. But under the gentle caress of the chef's seasoning brush and the gentle turning of the chef's assistant, she gradually calmed down, leaving only the faint rise and fall of her chest as proof of her freshness. "Mmm,
" came the familiar voice of Eileen from beside Karin. Turning around, she saw Eileen's beautiful head already in the basket, while her fit body was still trembling on the other side.
At this moment, Karin also welcomed her own beginning. A hard, warm thing slowly passed through her labia and entered her mysterious cave, beginning to bring her infinite pleasure. Karin tried her best to accommodate it and smiled with satisfaction. After all, she was different from the goods sold in the market. What entered her body was not a cold and mechanical instrument, but a real penis. Six beautiful heads sat on the edge of the
dining table, watching their bodies being devoured. Their expressions were probably smiling!

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