Two small fried chickens

Two Little Fried Chickens Keywords: Female/Female, SM, Beauty, Original Title: KFC Original Author: Lechat Translator: Lin Xinglan Number: 001 "We need a volunteer for our party tomorrow," the teacher said at the end of class. "We've already learned basic cooking, and in the next lesson we'll be doing practical exercises." Miss Anderson looked around the classroom. Her "Human Cooking" training class was very popular in town: there were about thirty students in the classroom, mostly young girls. Miss Anderson herself was also young and beautiful. In fact, she didn't like having men in the classroom: although the admiring glances from men satisfied her, they were distracting. Even the girls in the class were staring at her voluptuous body. She first heard a few whispers and giggles, then a shoving match, and finally someone in the last row of the classroom stood up, and a young voice said, "I want to be a volunteer!" Everyone turned to see who it was, and then the classroom was filled with disappointed sighs. The girl was the youngest in the classroom, about thirteen years old. She always sat in the last row of the classroom with a friend of similar age. The two of them were troublemakers: late, disruptive, and asking pointless questions. Now everyone thought she was up to no good. "Hey, Monica, be serious. We don't have much time today, and we need a volunteer." "But, Miss Anderson, I'm serious! I want to burn myself, I really want to!" Monica's expression was sincere, and Miss Anderson's face softened. "That's good, you..." "Miss Anderson, can I volunteer too?" Monica's friend stood up and said. Miss Anderson frowned at first, then saw the girl's anxious expression, smiled, and said, "No problem, you can join too, Annie. You two are very slim, the most suitable method would be frying." The two girls looked at each other, their eyes sparkling, and you could hear them swallowing. "So? Are you willing?" "Yes, Miss Anderson!" Monica blurted out. “Great! Stay after class, I’ll give you some pointers.” After class, the two girls went to their teacher. She told them they couldn’t eat after six o’clock in the evening, they had to do an enema before bed, and they had to shave their body hair and cut their hair short. Afterwards, Annie said, “Are we really going to do that? I can’t believe it! My crotch is soaking wet.” “Me too!” Monica laughed. They went to the barbershop to get haircuts, and everyone said their boyish short haircuts made them look even cuter. Then they went home and told their families about their decision. Their families weren’t surprised, because they had already agreed when they enrolled in the training class. Their parents wanted to prepare a farewell dinner, but since the girls couldn’t eat, they had to give up on that idea. Their parents promised to let them have a good night’s play in Monica’s basement. That evening, Annie’s father brought her to Monica’s house. She went down to the basement, where Monica was already waiting. The basement was a guest room with a small bathroom. The two girls made sure no one would disturb them. Actually, Monica's parents respected her privacy. "Feel more relaxed now," Monica said, loosening the sash of her bathrobe and tossing it to the floor. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, so she was naked. Anne also kicked off her shorts and took off her other clothes. The two best friends were both naked; they were used to it because they often played together. Both girls were slender, their breasts just beginning to develop, and with their short hair, they looked somewhat boyish. Anne had blonde hair, creamy white skin, and a pair of large, light blue eyes on her angelic face; her pink nipples were erect. Monica was of Italian descent, with darker skin, black hair and eyes, and a very passionate demeanor. Her breasts and thighs were fuller than Anne's, but she still had the slender lines of a child. "Good girls should do their 'homework' first, don't you think?" Monica said. "Yes. Hmm, shall we shave first?" "Okay, let's go to the bathroom." In the bathroom, Monica had already prepared all sorts of shaving tools. She made Anne lie on her back, legs spread, and first trimmed her soft pubic hair, then shaved the rest. Anne was overwhelmed by the shaving cream and the pleasure of shaving, moaning softly. She then shaved Monica as well. There was nothing left to shave; their bodies were perfectly clean and smooth. Only one thing remained. Monica picked up an enema syringe and filled it with warm soapy water. She made Anne bend over and inserted the tip of the syringe into her beautiful little anus. Because Monica was mischievous, she had attached an extra tube to the end of the syringe, inserting it very deeply. She injected all the liquid, causing Anne's abdomen to bulge slightly. Then she made Anne hold it in for a while, massaging her lower abdomen and teasing her clitoris. Finally, Anne couldn't take it anymore and gushed out. Monica thought Anne looked beautiful as she gushed out, giggling as she held Anne down and gave her another enema. After this one also gushed out, Anne snatched the enema syringe and made Monica kneel down. Monica then realized how deeply the enema syringe had penetrated her body, but she didn't know that the way she expelled feces was more beautiful than Anne's. After the enema, they showered together, carefully cleaning each other's bodies. Naturally, they touched, hugged, rubbed, and kissed each other. In the end, they both experienced several orgasms. The two best friends dried themselves off, rested on the sofa for a while, and chatted about things girls like, pretending it was just an ordinary night. They decided to go naked that night. Monica stood up, winked at her best friend, and said, "Let's play! This is our last night together, we should enjoy it." She went to get their large box of toys. But there were no dolls or anything like that in the box, only their favorite whips, clips, and corsets. Anne saw the box and was as happy as a child opening a Christmas present. She immediately picked out a pair of nipple clamps with chains and weights, and clipped them onto her rosy nipples. She trembled as the clamps pressed against her soft flesh. She hesitated, looking at the six-ounce weight in her hand, then at her best friend who was also wearing nipple clamps. Monica understood the question in Annie's eyes and nodded. Annie made a cute, pitiful expression, but Monica insisted. Finally, Monica took the weight herself and hung it on Annie's nipple. Annie quickly caught the weight, not letting it fall; her nipple was already painfully pinched. Slowly, she lowered the weight, letting her nipple gradually bear the weight. When she finally let go, she gasped in pain. "You can't be so fussy in the frying pan," Monica said, releasing the weight from her chest. A cute, pained expression flickered across her face. "Okay, okay, I was just warming up," Annie said, thinking of tomorrow's trial. "Oh, Monica, I'm so excited!" They hugged tightly, their young breasts pressed together, their pinched nipples rubbing against each other, the weight swaying beneath them. “Come to my arms.” Annie obediently lay down on Monica’s lap, kneeling. Monica first patted lightly, then slapped her best friend’s firm little bottom harder and harder, turning the milky white bottom bright red. Each slap made Annie groan, and she rubbed her genitals against Monica’s thighs, secreting a sticky fluid. Monica then used a small leather whip, whipping her buttocks and thighs until red welts crisscrossed. Annie’s hand reached for her genitals, poking and prodding her clitoris harder and harder, until she screamed loudly and climaxed. Monica was afraid her parents would hear and cover her mouth. Annie lay in Monica’s arms for a while, sobbing softly. After Annie recovered from her orgasm, she saw that Monica had put a pair of leather handcuffs on her wrists. She knew what Monica was thinking. They went to a corner of the room, where there was a large hook on the ceiling. Annie brought a small stool and helped Monica stand up. Monica could just reach the hook. She swung the handcuff chain onto the hook and kicked the stool aside. Anne placed the stool aside, leaving Monica suspended in mid-air, a foot off the ground. Anne admired her best friend's slender little girl body. Her hands caressed her smooth skin, rubbing her ribs and slightly sunken abdomen, her round buttocks, moving down to her thighs, and then to the hot, wet triangle between her legs. Her tongue was also busy, caressing Monica's flat breasts, especially the pinched, bright red nipples. "Please whip me!" Monica finally whispered hoarsely. Anne went to get a nine-tailed whip, which would hurt but wouldn't leave long marks on the skin. Just as Monica had done to her before, she first lightly whipped Monica's buttocks, then gradually increased the force, covering her from shoulders to calves. Monica gasped and groaned in pain and pleasure, trying to remain still. But she couldn't control herself; her body succumbed to the rhythm of the whipping, falling into a wanton dance. She writhed, bending her youthful, lithe form.Anne had to follow along with the whipping. Finally, the whipping ended. But the torture had to continue. Anne went to her best friend, looked at her face, gently wiped away her tears, and asked, "Want some more?" Monica nodded, sobbing. Anne carefully removed Monica's nipple clamps, and blood rushed to her numb nipples, making Monica gasp for breath. She kissed Monica's small breasts, making them harden, and reached her other hand into Monica's vagina. She showed Monica her wet fingers, and they both smiled. The whipping began again. With each strike, Monica squeezed her legs tightly together, arching her buttocks as if she were making love to the whip. The whip burned her thighs and abdomen, gradually moving to her small breasts, and then back to her wet vagina. Monica felt she wanted more, closed her eyes, and imagined herself bathing in boiling oil in a frying pan. This thought was enough to bring her to orgasm. When the whipping returned to her thighs, Monica spread her legs wide, letting the whip ravage her genitals. She screamed, experiencing a series of orgasms, releasing again and again until she collapsed from exhaustion. Anne was also exhausted. While her right hand was vigorously ravaging her friend's body, her left hand was satisfying herself. When Monica erupted in a wild orgasm, Anne dropped the whip, collapsed to the floor, and lay down beside Monica's convulsing feet. She frantically rubbed her genitals, pulling hard on the chains of her nipple rings until she too reached orgasm. The two friends lay on the bed, exhausted. Monica's hand lazily caressed Anne's breasts when she suddenly felt a kiss on her face. Her friend whispered passionately in her ear, "Think about it, in just twelve hours we'll be fried, struggling in boiling oil! In a few more hours we'll be someone else's food!" "Oh, you naughty girl, you've made me want it again," Monica said, feigning anger. They played for another half hour before finally falling asleep in each other's arms. The alarm clock rang for only half a second before being turned off. Annie jumped up and threw off the blankets. "Wake up, wake up!" she exclaimed excitedly, but Monica's naked little body trembled slightly in the cool air. She slowly opened her eyes, smiled, and stretched like a cat. The two girls quickly finished washing up. Although they were tired from playing yesterday, they both looked great; excitement and youth made up for the lack of sleep. They drank some sweet tea for breakfast, Monica kissed her mother, said goodbye, and then they ran hand in hand out of the house, towards the rising sun, across the streets of the small town. They arrived a little early and waited in the kitchen. The kitchen was actually a large hall, and everything was huge: a large pot that the two girls could play in, a large oven that they could walk into without stooping, and a barbecue pit large enough to fit an adult. They glanced enviously at the row of gleaming barbecue skewer rods, wondering which lucky girls would get to enjoy such elegant torture. Finally, they came to a three-meter square platform in the center of the room, which they guessed was the frying pan. The pan was embedded in the platform, its edges flush with the surface, about a foot deep, with gas running underneath. A switch next to the platform was on. "Ah, you're here!" Miss Anderson appeared in the doorway behind them. "Do you like it? This stove was built six months ago, and it's only been used to fry three or five girls and one boy." "We love it, thank you, Miss Anderson." "You're welcome. Everyone will be here soon. Take off your clothes and put them in this basket." "Great! We're going now, no turning back!" Annie unzipped her jeans and said. "KFC." "What?" "We're KFC fried chicken!" The two girls laughed as they took off the rest of their clothes. Everyone arrived one by one, watching them undress in the corner. “Good morning, everyone. Today we’re going to make our first meal: pan-fried girls. We’re about to begin, as preparation and cooking take a lot of time. Girls, come on, let’s take a good look at you.” Anne and Monica stepped onto the platform and stood with Miss Anderson. Everyone stared at them, admiring their budding, flexible bodies. Anne suddenly felt incredibly shy, like an ancient Greek statue, wanting to cover herself. Her skin was smooth and white, like marble. Miss Anderson had them turn around, raise their arms, and display different parts of their bodies, pinching their nipples and touching their buttocks. She was explaining, but the girls weren’t listening. They were going to die in a few hours; what was the point of listening? Monica felt great being stared at. Anne relaxed too, lowered her arms, and stood up straight; her small, proud nipples were erect and very hard. Finally, the display ended, and the girls stepped off the platform and were led to a bathroom. There, their intestines and bladders were cleansed again, and they took a good bath. Miss Anderson had a girl named Tanya help her clean up. They both stripped naked to avoid getting their clothes wet. Miss Anderson was wearing a bikini, but Tanya wasn't. She was an eighteen-year-old college student, short in stature and with a cute face. While working, Tanya asked her teacher, "Do you think a girl like me should cook? Like, barbecue?" Miss Anderson stopped and carefully examined the girl. Tanya stood there calmly. "Yes, you'll definitely get barbecued, I bet you'll be delicious." Tanya blushed. "Um… I wasn't talking about myself… a friend of mine wants one…" "Oh, of course, I understand." Tanya realized her thoughts had been seen through by the teacher and blushed even more. "Tell your friend we're doing skewer barbecue next week, and if she decides, she's welcome to come." Meanwhile, Monica and Annie finished washing up, and their sisters helped them dry off. Tanya gently dried Anne's thighs with a towel, unable to resist asking the question Anne had been wanting to ask: "Are you really sure you want to do this? You're still just a little kid!" Anne smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, it's my lifelong dream." Tanya seemed breathless, saying, "Then, good luck!" "Yes, thank you, sister, I'll try my best." Miss Anderson said the edge of the pot was very hot, and she wasn't going to take off her swimsuit. Although some boiling oil would splatter, she didn't care, because it would give her a taste of what it was like to be a girl in a pot. Tanya also decided not to wear clothes, but she was afraid everyone wouldn't like it. Miss Anderson said, "Everyone won't mind, don't worry." The four of them walked out of the shower room. Next to the pot was a very large bathtub filled with oil and seasonings, thoughtfully prepared by the other students. Anne bowed to thank everyone. Miss Anderson had them climb into the bathtub and smear oil all over their bodies. Then everyone left the two of them behind to prepare the large pot. Anne and Monica were having a great time in the bathtub, rubbing oil on each other, especially on their breasts and genitals. Monica tasted the oil and said, "It's so salty, it doesn't taste good." Anne laughed and said, "It'll taste great if we roast it with our meat." Just then, the switch under the oil pan was turned on, and a lot of oil was poured in. Soon, everything was ready. The two girls climbed out of the bathtub and onto the tiled floor, carefully navigating their slippery feet, and stood on the platform next to the pan. Everyone was captivated by their oil-covered, slender bodies. Their boyish short hair made them look playful and brave. Tanya also stood naked on the platform, and everyone admired her beauty. Miss Anderson climbed onto the platform and took out two plastic bottles: "This is the glue I mentioned last time." She handed one bottle to Tanya, and then they began to apply the glue to the girls' heads. This glue, like traditional adhesive, would hold the hair in place and prevent it from running away. She also had the girls apply the glue to their faces, as it would insulate against the heat and prevent their beautiful faces from burning. In this way, the girls were covered from head to toe. Miss Anderson took out a bundle of rope, and Tanya helped her tie the girls' arms behind their backs. They stood by the pot, watching the boiling oil. The oil splattered onto their legs and feet, causing them to moan softly. They could be seen rubbing their legs together, almost climaxing with pleasure. "Alright, time's up. Step in, lie down, it's very simple." Miss Anderson stood behind them, gently patting their round buttocks. Each time she did this, she was filled with complex emotions, feeling sorry for the girls who were about to die, yet also envying them and admiring their beauty. The only certainty was that her desire would always be high at such times. Monica had only taken a small step when a violent orgasm surged through her tender body, Anne following closely behind. Their feet had barely touched the bottom of the pot when they slipped into the oil. They screamed and rolled around in the hissing, boiling oil, trying to escape the heat. Because the bottom of the Teflon pan offered almost no friction, they couldn't stand up. For the first few minutes, they danced energetically, responding to the ravaging of their beautiful bodies, then...Gradually, their movements slowed. Finally, the heat and struggle exhausted them, and they lay side by side on their backs. Their eyes were fixed on the two female students, one wearing a bra and panties, the other completely naked, both standing by the pot looking down at them. The female students saw a very serene expression on their faces, like angels descended from heaven. Anne had always been quiet, so everyone was familiar with her; Monica, so quiet, seemed so unfamiliar. Thinking this, Monica winked mischievously and smiled slightly. Soon, both of them lost consciousness. Now the girls in the pot lay quietly, and they were turned over a few times. Miss Anderson gave everyone a chance to practice. There wasn't much else to do but wait. About an hour later, the beautiful flesh was finally cooked. With reverence, everyone took the two petite, dark brown bodies out of the pot, placed them on a large platter, and carried them to the dining room. The female students, teachers, and parents sat around, poured red wine on Monica and Annie, and tasted them. After dinner, Tanya approached Miss Anderson. "Miss Anderson?" "Hmm?" "Oh… I'd like to be the next… that…" she said nervously, her voice slightly hoarse, "...the next volunteer." [The End]

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