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Inside the family’s restaurant, hundreds of diners, the rich and wealthy noble women of Genkysou sit, adorned with rich accessories like necklaces of pearls, and fine hats, and freshly pressed loincloths, eating on linen tablecloths: A veritable treasure trove of fineries, cloth was hard to come by, given the only plants that made suitable weaving material were happy to eat those given the task of going out into the screaming forest to harvest from them.
The food was divine. Baxter in the kitchen had done a divine job working with the scullery sex slaves to prepare the dishes for their expensive lunches. Each course would set the girl who bought it back hundreds of shells each. And all agreed that it was worth the price. The Sauteed Firesnake was exquisite, and the Razor Kite mince tarts were the best this side of the Imperial City. The whole roasted teenager was highly sought after. Baxter really knew how to snuff a teen, and his basting technique made them tender and juicy, whilst giving them a crispy crackling exterior. The smell of their roasting flesh attracted crowds of well to do from all over. But it was their fried Zombie Clams in dried Bloodflower petals, server in a bed of Gourdplant jus that kept them paying to come back for more.
Cleo’s Zombified family stumbled in through the servants entrance near the front of the establishment, their shadow darkening the happy diners as they sucked the roasted marrow from the bones of the corpse of a girl freshly sourced from the orphanage that day. Others supped frozen brains from the cracked open heads of good quality heads of pretty girls whose rent had been suddenly raised by 5 shells.
The clientele didn’t even look up from their extravagant lunches to the sudden appearance of the zombified girls. They continued to chatter away about high culture concerns, brilliantly unaware of the oncoming storm… until the first clams wrapped around heads… and the screaming began.
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Posted by BoeserWolf 6 years ago Report
Yummy, I hope one is enough for everyone. ;)
Posted by Riraito 6 years ago Report
you'd be surprised at how many people 80+ kilograms of delicious spit-roasted meat will feed... not that anyone at the table will be getting to sit back and enjoy their meal.... they'll have more pressing concerns. :)
Posted by BoeserWolf 6 years ago Report
Yes, but without organs and bones it is only 50kg! Better a second girl on the grill.
Posted by Riraito 6 years ago Report
true, still that means you could feed 100 people with a decently sized 500g steak. couple that with some sides, some ale and a nice sweet desser, and no guest will be left wanting. Besides, it's not like the restaurant is lacking more roasting stock. There's always some girl, down on her luck, just waiting to be picked up by the village guards and turned into tonight's main meal by the fantastic chefs at Violet's Seafood and Long-pig shack.
Posted by emikochan 6 years ago Report
sweet roast <3
Posted by Riraito 6 years ago Report
Sweet? Kelly sure was. You'd never met a nicer girl in your life. She was helpful to her mother, and reverential to her father. She had the prettiest silky hair that fell in ringlets down around her breasts. She liked picking flowers with her younger sisters, and was very good at spear-fighting practice.
But one day, her mother fell on hard times. Unable to continue paying her father's rent, the Village guards came to take him away for his own well being. Kelly and her sisters, were clapped into irons and carted down to the Orphanage to be 'assessed.' The teenage girl's mother was taken to the slave markets... It was the last Kelly ever saw of her; a bawling, pleading mess being dragged on the floor by uncaring women with spears.
The woman at the Orphanage felt Kelly up, probing and prodding while she made unsympathetic notes about the amount of meat and fat on her bones. Her sisters underwent similar embarrassments as fingers probed their mouths and pussies for imperfections.
Kelly couldn't help but moan a little as her attendant focused on inspecting her clitoris with her thumb and forefinger. It was the same place she touched herself when she thought of the cute boy in her class at night in her bed. But she'd never had someone else tease her there before... It felt weird... different somehow.
A half dozen of them were immediately rejected and hacked into bloody pieces on the spot. Tears ran down Kelly's face as she saw them screaming at being disassembled into tits and spare ribs.
They took the higher quality girls across town to the seafood shack. Kelly had been there once when she was younger; for a celebration of her mother's achievements on the gourdball field. She remembered having the pihrana fish risotto. It had been the most sparkling delicious thing she'd ever eaten. Oh Gods, she didn't want to be eaten. She'd never even had sex with a boy yet.
The Chefs took them into the kitchen and began to process them right there and then. She and her sisters were washed and given enemas to cleanse their guts of thier filth. Spices and stuffings were liberally applied to the squirming young girls. Kelly herself received a thick fist of Gourdplant and Bloodflower stuffing painfully rammed up her virgin vagina.
Ooooohhhhh... Gooodssss... It'ssss toooo biggggg...!!!! She moaned as a trickle of blood ran from her broken hymen. Chefs ran around busily with big rods of iron, slipping them into her sister's anuses and piercing them through to their mouths. They squirmed lively on their sticks as they were brought out to the main floor of the restaurant.
From the nearby ovens, a quick burst of heat washed over Kelly as they removed Baked Clams and the crispy skinned bodies of the last occupants of the oven, their faces contorted into a blank-stared look of agony. The Chef ran a razor along Kelly's head, stripping it of her once golden locks, one strip at a time. When he was finished, her head was bald. Then he took the knife and with one stroke, he removed her pubic patch, leaving her as smooth as a baby.
Then, with one last harsh slap on her ass, and a sprinkle of sugar to caramelise her skin, the Chef slid Kelly into the oven.
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The heat was inconceivable. Kelly kicked and bucked against her frog-tie restraints... but there was nothing she could to. Her nipples quickly turned from a perky pink, into a golden brown. He pussy wrinkled and shrivelled, crisping to an awful muddy brown. The tears dried on her face, and sweat poured from her pores. Every breath dried her lips and filled her lungs with pain. It was like being set on fire... only slower.
Soon she was exhausted, and her skin was beginning to become hard and brown, her eyes went blind white and sunk into her face slightly. The Blood boiled in her veins as she cooked to perfection. Finally she struggled for breath, her lungs felt as if they were filled with molten lead. With a last convulsive shudder Kelly died. Her last thoughts were of the field full of flowers that she used to pick great handfuls of to make daisy-chains with.. How she wished that she could have asked that boy from her class to take her virginity, lying in warm, soft, sunlit meadow.
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They removed Kelly from the oven... and boy did she smell appetising. Her skin was crispy and thanks to the sugar, she was sweet and meaty like a good Peking duck. She was a 'Sweet Roast' indeed
They carved her legs and arms from her, and slid a display spike up her rectum to keep her upright and show off her perky teenage breasts and pussy. Then they carted her off to the table where a bunch of snobby noble-ladies intended to consume her flesh.
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Kelly didn't seem much to mind as The Clams wreaked their havoc in the Restaurant. Even as the Clam wrapped its head around hers and began to digest the succulent roasted meat of her face, she didn't move; after all, she was dead.
It was only when that nervejack spliced into her spine and sent signals into her wrecked nervous system that she began to wriggle futilely on the spit. Without arms and legs to get around, The Clam would be stuck on the spot, and eventually be recaptured.. But for now, it just shat out Kelly's poop covered skull onto the table and continued to worm her body on the stick like some kind of sick pole dancing routine. Her teenage tits jiggling with undead energy as her reanimated roast body worked itself deeper onto the spike.
Oh yes, Kelly was 'Sweet' all right.
Posted by emikochan 6 years ago Report
omg awesome bonus story :D