[A perverted banquet]

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A Perverted Feast
Just like any other morning, Donna Thornton was eating breakfast. Her husband, Eddie, who had gone to get the newspaper, came in and said
, "Sweetie, there's a letter!"
Donna opened it and saw a notice that read:
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Notice
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Date: 5.14.19
Recipient: Mrs. Donna Thornton State Code: KN7701R
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By the State Food Act (Sections 14 and 15),
your number has been drawn from among those available for consumption in this district.
Please read this notice carefully and the attached instructions, and please
report to the feast on time for your processing.
Reporting Time: Wed, May, 14, 19 at 10:00 am
Reporting Location: Martins Park
Warning: Failure to report as required by law will result in the forfeiture of any benefits (based on weight)
, and other female members of your household will be publicly executed.
Note: Please wear disposable clothing when reporting.
District Chair: Merle Hill
Signature
5.14.19
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The food law was enacted ten years ago. The law stipulates that each state divides itself into districts based on population distribution, and then, according to local conditions,
selects two to three days each month as feast days, with women as the main dish. All women over the age of twenty are obligated to provide food, and
each state decides the number of women to provide, but no less than six hundred per month.
Donna read the notice over and over with an incredulous expression.
Eddie asked her, "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
Donna said, "Oh! Darling," she handed the notice to Eddie, "My number was drawn today, I have to
report to Martins Park, look!"
Eddie glanced at it, smiled, and said, "Then you'd better get ready! I'll be going today too."
There was a mountain of things to do…
because Eddie would soon have a new wife, so he needed to pack his things; at the same time, he needed to
resign from his company.
Donna grumbled as she worked, "Honestly, why didn't they draw the lots a day or two earlier?"
Just as she was finishing, the doorbell rang. Donna opened the door to find her neighbors, Liz and Karen, who had also been chosen
.
Liz said, "Donna, are you ready? I heard Eddie's going to be doing it today. Can we hitch a ride?"
Donna said, "Oh, sure! But could you wait in the living room for a bit? Eddie wants to
make love to me again."
In the room, Eddie grabbed Donna's ample buttocks and rhythmically swayed his hips.
Donna moaned ecstatically,
"Oh...that's great! But...I never thought I'd be chosen...ah...tomorrow, ah...tomorrow I'll probably only have
a little bit left..."
Eddie flipped Donna over and continued his assault, "Oh! Sweetheart! With your body, nothing will be left. I'll
properly distribute you, don't worry!"
Donna and her group arrived at the registration desk before ten o'clock. Eddie, being a staff member, went directly to the preparation area, while Donna, Liz
, and Karen went to the registration desk together.
The building where the registration desk was located was actually where the women used by the banquet were handled. The not-so-large registration desk was filled with
many grilled women, all of whom were the "most popular women" selected at the last banquet.
Many young ladies and wives also came to register, and they would always chat for a bit when they met. A young woman who looked like a college
student said, "My classmate Jenny told me that sometimes the staff start roasting us while we're still alive
! Is that true?"
Another woman laughed and said, "Oh, no, that only happened when I was younger. Back then, they would
skewer us with meat sticks and put us on the grill. Of course, some people would be roasted alive."
Liz chimed in, "Yeah, now they clean our bodies and stuff us before they start roasting us...
unless you want to escape!"
When it was Donna's turn to register, she saw that the person in charge of registration was Carol, her colleague at the company, and Carol
was naked.
In fact, apart from the Food Law Committee, which is a permanent organization responsible for drawing lots and reviewing the list of attendees for the Feast Day,
all the staff at the banquet were volunteers.
Food laws stipulate that attendees of Feast Day banquets must be completely naked, and staff members are no exception.
In fact, Feast Day is also a legal promiscuous banquet.
Donna greeted them and filled out the form… “Carol! Is this all right?”
Carol smiled, “There’s also the notification slip and ID card… Donna, you got selected too!”
Donna smiled wryly, “Yeah, I really hoped they would notify me sooner… Here, what you wanted! Oh, by the way
, how much longer…?”
Carol replied, “You mean the processing time? Hmm… about an hour, because there’s still some
preparation work to do…”
Carol cancelled Donna’s ID card and said, “Alright! The procedures are complete, the money will be directly transferred to Eddie’s account.
Please go to Room B, take off your clothes there. Next!”
Although Room B was larger than the registration desk, it was still packed with one or two hundred people every banquet day.
Everyone took off their clothes and threw them into the bin, while chattering about what would happen next.
One woman complained, "I don't care about being slaughtered, but it's a real shame I was chosen because
my son Jimmy will be the butcher next time, and he has to go to work today!"
Her friend exclaimed, “Wow, that’s horrible! If your son were the surgeon today, don’t you think he’d be bothered?”
Jimmy’s mom laughed, “No! I think he’d clean me up without hesitation… Hey! Is this your third
pregnancy? Aren’t pregnant women exempt from obligations?”
Mary replied, “I heard it was a mistake, but I don’t think it’s that bad, because the weight gain during pregnancy is
still counted towards the allowance.”
Another woman, probably just over twenty, said nervously, “I don’t understand why we have to take our clothes off
. I mean, it feels so embarrassing. Isn’t there a better way to slaughter us?”
Her friend comforted her, “Tracy! Don’t act like a princess… Think about it, would you want to
find a bra or panties on the meat while you’re grilling it?”
Tracy nodded, “Hmm! I don’t think I would. ” "I'll like it... but... I've never been naked in public before
!"
Karen and Donna exchanged a smile. Karen laughed, "They've never been roasted like suckling pigs before. They'll
know how to be roast meat soon enough!"
Donna laughed too, "We're the same!"
A naked man walked in from another room, and a woman called out to him, "Harry? Is that you? You
work here?"
Harry replied, "Hi! Linda! Yes, I work here. See you in the slaughterhouse later!"
Then Harry shouted, "Alright! Ladies and gentlemen, hurry up, because you'll be roasted
and served by noon. Those who are dressed, please follow me. Those who don't want to come will be taken to the execution area!"
He added, "Ah... ah, it's time."
So the naked women followed Harry to the next room.
In this room, the women were to have their body hair removed and oil injected into their breasts to prevent them from shrinking during roasting
.
The room contained over a dozen specially made long benches. These benches had no seats; instead, they were each decorated with a small, backward-leaning
male phallus-like protrusion. The women swallowed these protrusions through their anuses, then inserted their thighs into clamps in front of them
, holding onto handles angled backward.
This automatically positioned the women in a supine position, making it easier for the staff to perform the procedure.
Donna had no prior experience with anal sex, and although there was some lubrication on the protrusions, it was still quite painful.
A male staff member held Donna's breasts and injected about 200cc of oil into each nipple.
Donna screamed in pain, and a woman who had just finished her injection comforted her, saying, "So this is how we keep our breasts
full, just bear with it, okay?"
Donna nodded tearfully, only to be startled again when she saw the hair removal tools! The staff member used a gas torch to burn off her pubic
hair. However, while the staff were singeing off the hair, they told the women,
"Don't worry, we won't burn off your genitals. We'll only roast them after you've been slaughtered."
Finally, the women's body hair was removed, and they were taken to the next room.
Here, a tag was attached to their labia, including their number, the roasting time, and the
stuffing to be used. This was also where the butchers rested, because each meal involved one or two hundred, sometimes even more than three hundred
women to be slaughtered, so the butchers were divided into several groups.
It was common for the women to be slaughtered and the men who would be slaughtered to have some fun and relax in this room
. Many women also had their final sexual encounter here. Of course, there were fewer men than women, and the women themselves seemed
to enjoy themselves.
Donna was tagged by her old acquaintance, Ken. While using the clamps, Ken, of course, didn't forget to insert his penis into Donna's
vagina: "Donna Thornton, number 185, medium-rare, mashed potatoes... OK! Clamped!" Donna felt
a sharp pain, but Ken's thrusting made her feel good. Ken was clearly satisfied with Donna, saying, "Donna,
you're really good there! I bet Eddie has enjoyed using you these past few years!" Donna was also very pleased: "Thank you... Oh... Again
!"
A female staff member's shout stopped everyone's actions: "Okay, women, please go to the preparation area to wait.
The previous batch is almost finished!"
So Donna said goodbye to Ken and went to the preparation area with the other women.
The preparation area was actually parallel to the barbecue area, so the women waiting in the preparation area could see what they would look
like later.
The female staff in the preparation area told the women queuing by number that when they heard their names called over the loudspeaker, they should go to the fifth
section to be slaughtered. During the not-so-long wait, the women 　　grew increasingly nervous
with each announcement and the sight of the women roasting to a golden brown . 　　"Donna Thornton! Please come to the slaughterhouse!" Although she was somewhat prepared, she was still a little bewildered when she heard it. 　　A staff member gently patted Donna's shoulder and said, "Donna, it's your turn. Do your best!" 　　Donna, who had just come to her senses, stammered, "I...I understand..." 　　A male staff member led Donna to the slaughterhouse. First, she was weighed, as this was the basis for the subsidy. Then she was made to 　　lie supine on a raised platform. 　　Mrs. Rollins, who was behind Donna in line, tried to stall for time: "Uh...excuse me, could 　　I use the restroom before you...you know...?" While securing Donna's ankles, the staff member said, "Mrs. Rollins 　　, I think it's unnecessary. There will be other shortcuts to remove them from your body when we cut open your stomach 　　...Donna, I'm going to hang you up now. I don't think it will take too long." 　　At this point, Donna could only say thank you. Another female staff member asked Donna if she had 　　any last words. Donna thought for a moment: "Hmm...I think not. I just didn't expect to be chosen." 　　Soon, Donna was suspended in mid-air, lined up with the other women awaiting slaughter. Donna 　　said to the staff member who came to tie her hands behind her back, "We're like pigs in a slaughterhouse." 　　The staff member laughed as she tightened the bindings, saying, "A very apt description, exactly." 　　The other staff members also laughed as they attached the gag and anal hook. And so, Donna was about to be slaughtered.

Donna's husband, Eddie, slit another woman's throat. He'd already slaughtered over thirty women that day;
a dozen more and he could head to the barbecue area for some fun.
Suddenly, someone called out, "Hey! Eddie! Isn't that your ex-wife?"
Eddie looked down; it was finally her turn. "Hi! Donna, too bad we can't chat now, I'm going to cut her!"
Donna saw a sharp knife pressed against her neck, then easily severed her throat and carotid artery.
Blood gushed from the wound instantly; she couldn't breathe, and urine involuntarily gushed out. The women instinctively tried
to gasp for air, but it was futile. All the women tried to scream, but the gags
only produced clicking sounds.
Soon, the bleeding women were moved to the next stage. Workers used a sharp knife
to cut from the perineum to the diaphragm, then removed and disposed of all the internal organs.
Despite the massive blood loss, Donna remained relatively conscious. She could feel someone stirring inside her abdomen,
but she was too weak to react.
Most women would die at this point, but Donna held on until the staff began rinsing her body,
inside and out, with water to remove the blood. It was too late now…
Her blood-soaked flesh looked quite beautiful. After removing the gag and anal hook, the staff, following
the instructions on her labia, took her to the filling area to fill her deflated abdomen.
After stitching up the abdominal wound with thick thread, the staff inserted a meat skewer into her vagina and then out through her mouth
.
To prevent slippage, the skewer could be fitted with an auxiliary tool: one side inserted through the anus, the other
a parallel spike inserted and secured by bending the thigh.
The whole body looked like a "Z" shape before being placed on the grill.
Eddie had finished his work, so he went to the grill to have some fun.
Eddie happened to have a crush on a female colleague at work, and since Donna had also been processed and sent to the barbecue pit,
the two naturally chose Donna as their token of love.
Under their close cooperation, Donna gradually cooked. Eddie smelled her with satisfaction and laughed,
"Ah... Donna smells so good! Just a little more sauce on top, oh! I can't wait..."
Her colleague was also satisfied: "Yes, she's almost ready to be served... Look, she's grilled so beautifully!"
While Donna and other registered participants were being served, several women at the other end of the banquet were undergoing different punishments
.
Cindy, who had been chosen on the last day of the feast, tried to escape but was quickly caught.
Now, five women, including her mother, two sisters, and aunt, were to be publicly executed.
The method of execution was simple: they inserted skewered meat into the women's vaginas, but instead of letting the skewer exit through their mouths,
it remained in their abdominal cavities. This is an extremely painful punishment, and the women subjected to it are not limited by age or condition. For example, Cindy
's younger sister, six months pregnant, is currently screaming on the needles, "Ah...let me die..."
Cindy's aunt is also crying out in pain on the needles, "Ah...Cindy! I hope you stay on the fire as long as possible!
It hurts..."
Cindy herself, besides enduring the torture and apologizing to her family, feels only endless remorse.
Because it is an execution, the organizers do not give these women a quick death. Therefore, the women's suffering
doesn't end there; the staff will tie them to another, longer skewer and place them directly on the fire to roast
. Of course, those who escape will be kept on the fire as long as possible.
Many people enjoy roasting women alive, such as Jenny's family. Jenny's father, while plunging a meat fork into
Cindy's still-living body, exclaimed, "They've skewered these women so well... Hmm, Jenny, when it's your turn, will you run away too
?"
Jenny cheerfully brushed barbecue sauce onto the wailing Cindy, replying, "Hehe, Daddy, I
won't run! When my number is drawn, I'll have the butcher clean me up."
While the women being roasted alive were still groaning, Donna and the others were already cooked and served. Eddie personally sliced
Donna, and as he cut off her round, firm breasts, he couldn't help but praise, "Ah, roasted so well... the breasts
are like cream when you cut them!"
A female customer, holding a plate, took one of Donna's breasts, looked at Donna's beautiful, golden body, and laughed,
saying to Eddie, "Yes! I really wish I could be roasted that well when it's my turn!"
Soon, Donna was dismembered into several pieces. Of course, while everyone enjoyed the barbecue, the mixed feast was also
in full swing...
But for women like Donna, they had already perfectly ended their busy day and could only quietly
wait for others to enjoy themselves...

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