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Story title : Cancun

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Cancun (MF, nc, sn, v, nec, cannib)
by The Lizarrd (address withheld by request)

***

Teens and college students were everywhere. I had moved 
into one of the top suites in the hotel, and watched them 
all very closely. I specifically pegged groups of girls 
to be watched. Since I had made my arrangements, I picked 
up several GPS chips. I had my workers plant them into 
the swimwear of various girls' that I especially liked.

Of course, the goal was 100 or so girls to be brought in 
for the feast. Some would be stalked, but some would just 
be grabbed off the beach. We had cameras and film 
equipment, and were going to pose as "Girls gone Crazy" 
filmmakers, promising the young, drunken girls meetings 
with rappers and free booze if they just went into our 
van and a flash of their tits.

After that little operation at the sorority, I needed to 
take some time off. The repairmen had all gone their 
respective ways, and each had a DVD burned to remember 
the experience.

So I went down to Cancun, Mexico for a little R & R. 
Little did I know that I had attracted the interest of a 
"fan."

I checked into my hotel on the beach and noticed that I 
already had messages. The message was from a man who 
asked me to meet him that night at the hotel bar. After 
lying out on the beach and watching what would have been 
some great roasting (all broiling themselves to 
perfection in the sun), I checked back in and got 
dressed.

At the bar was just one person - a man in his 40's who 
was well dressed and sipping what appeared to be scotch.

"Mister Edenveld, pleased to meet you. My name is 
Brooks," he stuck out his hand and I shook it. "I am a 
big fan of yours - I myself had a chance to watch your 
work at the sorority."

Suddenly I became apprehensive. Only the repairmen had 
copies - was one of them stupid enough to go posting that 
on the net, I thought.

"I know what you're thinking - don't worry. All of the 
copies are safe. One of your repairmen is also a member 
of my little organization. We call ourselves the supper 
club - and we do exactly what you think we do. He's the 
one who put me in touch with you - and I'd like to 
present you an offer,"

"Go ahead," I said cautiously.

"Every year this place becomes a zoo - spring break. 
Thousands of college students come down here to party it 
up. They spend their days in a drunken haze - perfect 
opportunity don't you think?"

"Yes.

"And it is exactly that opportunity that I want to 
capitalize on. I would like you to be our caterer for 
that event. Of course you get as much meat as you can 
carry, and we will provide you will all the manpower, 
income and supplies necessary to pull off such an event. 
We'll need meat to host 100 or so members of the supper 
club."

"And how do I know you're not law enforcement?" I said.

"Mister Edenveld - If I were you'd be under cuff and key 
and looking at extradition papers by now. So if I'm not 
law enforcement, could I be the angry father of one of 
your past meals? Well - you'll have to trust me - but 
this should help bolster you're trust..."

At that point he pulled out a plastic lunch box with two 
cunt filets in it. He also pulled out $25K in cash. He 
put one of the filets on my plate, and started to cut 
into the other.

"Trust me, no one here will notice what's on your plate. 
The money is your advance. That way you can stay here for 
the next month, preparing for the job. I've already paid 
your hotel expenses here for a month and a half, and 
should you need more money, simply go to your account 
I've set up for you at the Banco de Mexico in town."

He handed me an ATM card and a bankbook. 

"It's all in US Dollars, however one call and I can have 
it converted to Euro's if you wish?"

"No that's OK, haven't accepted yet, I said.

He took a bite out of what was left of his cunt filet. "I 
know you Mister Edenveld. You will."

I then took a bite out of mine. From the looks of it, the 
previous owner must have been an Asian girl, around 20 or 
so. It tasted great, even though it was cold. Chewy , but 
he had marinated it in wine so it was more tender than if 
not.

He started to get up, leaving me the money and the 
bankbook. 

"I'll be in touch - oh and in the meantime you will 
receive two packages. One will list instructions on how 
to get to our jungle fiesta site. The other will give you 
the names and contacts of 10 people who will work under 
you. You'll of course refer to them only by the 
pseudonyms provided for you, and they will refer to you 
as only jefe.

Then he went out the door. I sat there and mulled it over 
for a little while - and decided at worst I would have 
another month in Cancun.


One month later...

Teens and college students were everywhere. I had moved 
into one of the top suites in the hotel, and watched them 
all very closely. I specifically pegged groups of girls 
to be watched. Since I had made my arrangements, I picked 
up several GPS chips. I had my workers plant them into 
the swimwear of various girls' that I was watching.

Of course, the goal was 100 or so girls to be brought in 
for the feast. Some would be stalked, but some would just 
be grabbed off the beach. We had cameras and film 
equipment, and were going to pose as "Girls gone Crazy" 
filmmakers, promising the young, drunk girls meetings 
with rappers and free booze if they just went into our 
van and a flash of their tits.

I had checked out the quarters and they had a whole array 
of cooking equipment and ways to process this meat. They 
also had cages to accommodate over a hundred women, and 
fire pits to roast as many as 40 at a time. Good god, 
this was going to be a bloodbath!

Today was the day we first started securing the meat. We 
planned to take down some 'low hanging fruit' first.

We walked out onto the beach, and saw a group of 4 girls 
lying in the sun, two of them topless. The topless two 
were blondes, perfectly hard bodies and firm size C tits. 
One had on the bottom of what appeared to be a US flag 
bikini, the other wore one that looked like a tie die 
one.

The other two weren't as attractive, but would roast up 
well nonetheless - one was a redhead who was bigger - I 
pegged her at 150 lbs or so. She did have perfect green 
eyes, and an innocent look on her face. The other wasn't 
that attractive, but she did come with the meal. She was 
a brunette, and wore a one piece. Both the red head and 
the brunette were almost blindingly white. The remnants 
of over a case of beer lay beside them, and you could 
tell from their voices that they were all drunk.

"Carrrrrie... couuld you g-get us some more beeeer?" said 
one of the topless blondes.

"Tina, haven't you had enough for a while?" said the 
brunette.

Then we walked up.

"Hey - we're shooting a video out here," I said, "and 
we're looking for college girls to have some fun. I've 
worked on several reality shows, including MTV's Real 
World and last year when we did this - Tricia? You know 
Tricia off Road Rules, well that's how we found her."

"Reeeeeealllly?" said the other blonde, looking up from 
her drunken haze.

"Wait - how do we know you're telling the truth?" said 
the redhead.

"Well come to our van where we keep our equipment and 
I'll show you,"

They all agreed so we headed over to where I had my van 
parked. One of the crew opened the door and at that 
moment a crewmember inside shot out four darts with 
knockout agents.

The first one hit the still topless blonde in the 
patriotic swimwear. She clutched her neck and pulled out 
the dart and then collapsed. The red head started to 
scream but she was already feeling woozy from the dart in 
her neck, and then collapsed in the sand. The other 
topless blonde started to laugh and then collapsed, while 
the brunette fought to stay awake, gurgling until she 
finally passed out.

We had 1 hour before the agent wore off, so we packed the 
girls in the van, cuffed them and put ball gags in their 
mouths. We packed up the bags they brought with them and 
threw them in the back. We then rolled off to the Fiesta 
Site.

The girls, Tina (blonde in the flag bikini), Amber (the 
blonde in the tie die bikini), Carrie (the brunette) and 
Michelle (the redhead) slept the entire way, and had to 
be carried to their cells. After locking them up, we left 
them with water and some meal replacement bars to eat. 
The site was miles from anything, and deep in the jungle. 
No one could hear them scream for miles.

We continued the same process that day until we had a 
total of 24 girls locked up. Each catch had it's own 
cell, with each cell hosting 4-6 girls. The last one was 
a group of 5 Asian girls from Sacramento State. These 
girls actually followed us around, flashing their tits at 
us. They wanted to be in our video production - of course 
after we bagged them I'm sure they changed their minds.

The next day we bagged another 20 or so. We picked up a 
group of 3 black girls from Howard University, a group of 
5 Hispanic girls from University of Florida, a group of 4 
milky white but cute blonde girls from University of 
Washington, 4 stoner girls, two in dreadlocks from 
Berkeley and 4 random girls we picked up each separately. 

Then we went to work on the ones we were watching. We 
managed to bag all of them in a day, waiting for them to 
be unaware, often times going into their hotel rooms 
posing as maids and then cleaning out with the meats.

The day before the feast, we decided to test some of the 
equipment out. They had one machine, which I read on how 
to use, but still wanted to see it work. It was a 
deboning machine, and according to instruction, you just 
popped a live girl in and it removed her bones, leaving a 
brainless pile of meat to do whatever with.

I figured the best candidate to test this one out on 
would be Michelle, the redhead we first nabbed. I had two 
crewmembers take her out of her holding cell, sobbing and 
screaming. They brought the quivering redhead to the 
machine. There was a glass pod for her to stand in and a 
big metal piston that was above her. I closed the 
Plexiglas door and she stood there, eyes wide and 
sobbing, not knowing what was going to happen to her 
next. To be frank, I didn't know either. I pushed the 
start button, and the motors started revving. At that 
point she started to piss herself.

Then the piston started a blade whirring above her, she 
looked up and then at me and started to scream.

"Nooooooo!!!!! Puhhhh leazzzeeeee!" she wailed.

At that moment the piston came down on her head so fast I 
couldn't tell that it had sliced her skin clean open on 
her head and shoulders, forcing the skin and meat down 
under the platform she stood on, leaving a bloody 
standing skeleton with her lovely green eyes staring 
right ahead. Her mouth dropped open and her tongue rolled 
out, then the piston went up and left Michelle's 
perfectly deboned body, sans eyes and tongue. 

Above the pistons was her now dead skeleton. I pulled the 
skin and meat out and set it aside, then hit button 
number two, which cleaned the unit from all the leftover 
gore and blood, and then dumped the pile of bones into a 
bin. As Michelle's bones clanked against the metal 
container, I carried her white carcass over to the 
chopping table. I planned to cut her in half, and then 
roast each half over a fire, Al Pastor style.

The other item I wanted to test out was the stripper, 
which was said to strip the woman of all meat.

So I grabbed Janice, an older girl we picked up in the 
group of flight attendants staying at the hotel. We had 
pegged them with the GPS chip, simply because there was a 
blonde we just had to have and she was part of a group of 
3 so we took them all.

Janice was in her mid-30's and had already had plastic 
surgery in a number of places. She had reddish-brown 
hair, brown eyes and a perfect figure that obviously took 
a lot of gym work to keep up. Her ass, legs and arms were 
fairly muscular - what a perfect candidate to test the 
stripper with.

"OK...If you're gonna rape me get it fucking over 
with..." she snarled. Her medium-sized but clearly 
augmented tits didn't move an inch while she swaggered in 
front of me.

"Rape? No Janice hon, we're not going to rape you." I 
smiled. "Guys, get her!"

At that point, three of the crew grabbed her. She started 
to kick and punch as they hoisted her into the bucket of 
the stripper. She stood there and screamed obscenities at 
us while we slammed the mesh lid on top of the bucket. 
She grabbed the grate and shook it hard.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKERS! LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!" she 
screamed.

"Bye-bye Janice," I said and then threw the switch.

Watching her, the rotors under her started to spin and 
her feet automatically got caught in them. She let out a 
piercing scream as she was now up to her calves in the 
rotors. By now, her feet were pulp and it was starting on 
her legs.

"Uh---huh---AEEIIIIIEEE!" she screamed, flailing as hard 
as she could. It was now up to her knees and she was 
belting out inhuman, primal - almost animal yells. Her 
perfectly manicured hands were trying to grab the mesh to 
hang on, but she was now too short - the stripper had 
shortened her by over a foot.

At this point it was at her waist, and she was in shock. 
I looked at the back and it had two bins, one with her 
meat ground up, and the other with the small bones in her 
feet and her thigh and calf bones. Before long her pelvis 
shot into the bin.

Janice was almost dead now, with the rotors sucking her 
up to the middle of her ribcage. Her tits hit the rotors 
and exploded, shooting the saline from the sacs all over 
the walls. Once she was at her shoulders her arms got 
sucked in, chewing them up quickly. Her head bounced 
around for a while before getting caught up in the 
rotors, first dislodging her jaw and then leaving a 
bloody skull. Pretty soon, there were just two bins, 
which contained what was left of Janice. One with clean 
white bones, the other, with her ground meat. She would 
be burgers for me and the crew that night, and her bones 
would be incinerated according to plans.

The day of the feast, we were to slaughter the entire 
camp of girls. Guests started arriving early, many of 
them to watch the preparation. We set aside 10 or so 
girls to be killed on the stage as entertainment, and 
then chopped into steaks for the guests and myself to 
take home.

People from all walks of life came over - there were 
women, men. At one point a busload of Japanese couples 
pulled up, ready to take in the feast.

At about 10am or so, I started to get the meat ready. We 
had many girls to take down, so we started with 
intensity.

First we needed to get some Sweet Bread for the meal. For 
this I picked out Tonya, a black girl, Sheri, one of the 
stoners in dreadlocks, Amber and Kate, one of the lily-
white girls from Washington.

I had them line up, squatting side by side. Then we 
lowered a metal brace, which prevented the girls from 
moving. They started to moan at this point, the stoner 
girl sobbing heavily. Her blue eyes teared-up while she 
sat in that humiliating position, and her lovely dark 
skin quivered in fear. We set a second brace on the 
girls, and then popped one brace, which held their heads 
in place, with 2 inches of the top of their heads 
sticking out. I went up to the stoner girl and lifted 
some of her dreads out of the top so they stuck out.

At that point I yelled "PULL!" and one of the repairmen 
threw a switch, which sent a blade chopping off the top 
skullcap of all the girls. As the blade shot through, you 
could see the eyes of each girl turn to a blank stare and 
their mouths drop open. The stoner girl's skullcap flew 
off, and the lovely sweet breads (aka their brains) was 
exposed.

The girls were still alive, but they faded out of 
consciousness as we scooped out their brains. As we 
scooped them, the girls would babble or say nonsensical 
things. Tonya convulsed for the longest, with every scoop 
into her head sending another shockwave into her nimble 
body. She was very athletic, and had an ass you could 
bounce quarters off of. It's a shame it'll be ground into 
burgers, I thought. But there was a high demand for lean 
meat on the burgers.

Sherri would let out a punctuated moan every so often, 
kind of an "Uh-HUUUUUUUUH!!" sound, her toes curling and 
fingers twitching. She wasn't fat, but wasn't in the 
greatest of shape. Clearly all of those nights getting 
high instead of working out got to her. 

Amber just wrinkled her nose and raised her upper lip as 
her mind was scooped out of her head. She would let out a 
soft grunt every so often, but pretty much went out 
quietly. Kate on the other hand gurgled and moaned 
incessantly. Until her medulla was taken out, she was 
very "talkative."

After cleaning them out, we dumped their bodies into the 
strippers and got their meat ready for burgers. I hurled 
each body into the stripper, and on occasion, a foot or 
hand would fly out. The stoner girl's head, sans skullcap 
and jaw popped out at one time, as well as the well-
manicured foot of the long gone Amber. I held her tanned 
foot for a second before throwing it back in, admiring 
the pink toenail polish that still looked good despite 
not being touched up for a day or two.

Then I needed to start the entertainment. Two of the 
crewmembers were assigned to do this, so I grabbed 
LaTisha (one of the Howard University girls), Eve (one of 
the flight attendants - this one was younger, around 28 
or so), Jamie (one of the lily-white Washington girls) 
and several other girls for the stage show. They were 
kept chained ankle to ankle in a kind of chain gang. They 
sat in chairs on stage and sobbed as they watched the 
girls before them get slaughtered.

First up was Annie Kim, one of the Asian girls. She had 
no idea what was going to happen to her. They detached 
her and had her chained to a lone chair, naked. Her lean, 
tan body shivered in fear, but she tried to cop an 
attitude.

"What are you gonna do....rape me?" she sneered. The 
crewman said nothing, and took out a pair of alligator 
clips. He clipped one to each dark brown nipple, causing 
her to yelp in pain on each one. Then he took out two 
electrodes and stuck on in her ass, and one in her pussy. 
He took another alligator clip and clipped her clitoris, 
causing her to scream out in pain. He used one last one 
and clipped her tongue.

He stepped back and watched the poor Annie squirm in her 
chair in discomfort. At that point he turned on the 
electricity, low levels a first. Annie's hair started to 
raise and stick up and she started to whimper in both 
fear and discomfort.

Then he kicked it up a notch, and Annie started to scream 
and kick in her chair. This went on for a minute, then he 
gave her a big dose, causing her to convulse and spit up. 
He moved it up even further and you could smell burnt 
flesh. She started to go into low convulsions and you 
could tell she wasn't going to last much longer. The 
crewman gave her one big fatal dose, causing her stomach 
to explode.

The other crewmen cleaned up what was left of Annie, and 
started to get the next girl. At this point I had to tend 
back to the meat.

I needed to start roasting 40 girls - so a few 
crewmembers and I walked the line of cages, choosing 
which girl would be best for roasting. I would go down 
the line - a brunette around 18 with clearly marked tan 
lines, an Asian girl with no tan no more than a size 0, a 
Hispanic girl with highlighted hair, big tits and a full 
on body tan...

There were these two girls who looked like twins. Both 
blonde, they were both tall and hung out together. We 
watched them from the time they checked into the hotel 
and grabbed them using the GPS chips. I wanted both of 
them on skewers.

Then there was the middle-eastern girl. You usually 
didn't see Iranian-American girls on Spring Break, so 
this one was a must-have. Big D-sized tits, muscular legs 
and brownish-green eyes- she was also going on the grill.

And of course, the flight attendant, Terri. She was in 
her mid-20's, perfect shape, blonde and stupid as all 
hell. When we had bagged her other flight attendant 
friends, she walked in and started laughing, thinking we 
were playing some kind of joke. A shot from the stun gun 
and the group of them were ready to be brought to the 
party.

Just like in some of the stories I read, this place had a 
platform to do the spitting on. You would put the girl 
under a shaft, which would raise a spit into either her 
ass or pussy. It would continue it until it reached her 
mouth and then you could gut her.

The first girl to go up was a Jewish girl named Cynthia. 
She was from Brandeis University. Smart girl, best to 
take her out first.

She had long curly brown hair, and a perfectly athletic 
body. She had a bit of a nasal way of talking, which 
really came out when the spit started going into her ass.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she wailed.

"Shut up bitch, the spit isn't even in you yet!"

At that point the spit started going inside her. She 
started to squirm and scream, feeling the pole go into 
her ass. Her cheeks pinched it back and forth trying in 
vain to prevent it from going any farther.

Soon the spit was in her midsection, and she was howling 
at the top of her voice. She tried to double over, but 
the spit prevented her. I grabbed her by the back of her 
head, and pulled the hair to straighten her out. Her tits 
quivered in pain and agony as the spit made it's way 
through her esophagus.


Soon all she could do was gurgle, vomiting blood and 
gore. Her eyes were wide and her tongue protruding. The 
spit made its way on her tongue, past her teeth, clicking 
against them and then through her mouth. She was still 
alive when completely spitted and shuddered a bit on the 
stick before finally expiring.

After she died, they loaded Cynthia onto a pulley system 
that attached to each end of the spit. Cynthia headed 
down the line to the pits where the fires were already 
heated up. They rested her onto grill #1 and she started 
to cook. Her tits were illuminated by the light from the 
fire under her and dinner was on its way.

They had 40 more to go so they had to work fairly quick. 
I noticed the next girl up was a 17-year-old Senior in 
High School who was from Missouri. I had separated her 
from her friends to get some XTC and got her in the van 
instead. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and 
was kicking hard as they got the spit into her. The crew 
pulled her long, blonde hair back and got her going.

I needed to work on the oven roasts - and choose my 
roastees. I also needed to chop some up as parts, as well 
get some whole torsos to roast.

While walking back to the cages I noticed the stage. They 
had Eve and Jamie up there, and both of them had their 
arms sawed off. Jamie was missing her face, and was a 
bloody, messy skull. One of the crewmembers was holding a 
chainsaw and wearing Jamie's face - as he swung the 
chainsaw around, Jamie's long hair swooshed around the 
carnage attached to the crewmember. I'm not sure how he 
got the entire face off in one piece, but I was 
impressed.

Jamie and Eve were very much still alive, and whimpered 
in agony. At that moment the crewmember stuck the 
chainsaw into Jamie's alabaster midsection, and poor 
Jamie doubled up. As the saw shredded into the poor 20 
year old, she started to convulse, her legs kicking out 
and toes curling. What fear must have gone through her 
mind to see a man kill her wearing her face.

The crewmembers carted off the still quivering mass of 
Jamie's gore and took it to the shredder. Jamie would 
enter this alive, but probably wouldn't last more than a 
few minutes.

At that point the crewmember took the chainsaw and jabbed 
it right into Eve's mouth, decapitating her through the 
mouth. After her head flew off, the body convulsed for a 
few seconds, shaking the stump on top of her neck. What 
was left of her tongue flicked up and down.


I wanted to cut some girls up for parts now. I went to 
the cages and grabbed Moon, the other girl with 
dreadlocks, Leoncita and Vanessa, two of the Hispanic 
girls, Tina and five other girls.

We had the girls strapped to wooden chopping blocks and I 
went to work. I started with Moon. She was struggling in 
her restraints, trying to kick out of them. 

"YOU MUTHAAAAAHHHHH! FUCKERRRRRRRR!!!! LET ME 
GOOOOOOWWWW!!!!" she screamed. I paid her no attention 
and went to work.

I took a bone saw and started right into her thigh, 
cutting it from the socket. I cut in a circular manner, 
cutting around the bone and then popped it out with a 
loud "POP." When the leg came out her big blue eyes went 
wide, and her mouth formed a perfect 'O'. Her head 
trembled in place, making her dirty blonde dreadlocks 
bounce around. It was almost a minute before she let out 
a loud scream, but by then her long leg was hanging 
upside down, draining. 

I did the same for the second leg and she went into 
shock. I took the saw and cut off her arms and then her 
head, popping her head on a stake nearby. Her eyes were 
half-lidded and she looked very stoned - a fitting end 
for a stoner girl. I cut her torso into 4 parts, sawing 
her front ribs in half, and then her back ribs. I took 
her small tits and threw them into a bucket, to be 
rendered as cooking fat to baste the spitted girls with.

I got ready for the next girl, Leoncita. She was bigger 
than Moon - it looked like she weighed between 130 and 
150 lbs. She had huge tits and a nice big ass, as well as 
an all over body tan. As she struggled, her tits flopped 
back and forth.

"Mister you better fucking untie me now or I'm going 
to..." I cut her off right there and grabbed her tongue 
with a pair of pliers, "AUUGHHHLTLLLLTH!"

"You need to shut up Leoncita..." I said, and then took a 
knife and cut out her tongue at the root. Blood poured 
out of her mouth and all over her face. She cried in pain 
and shook her head back and forth, her beautiful brown 
and gold mane tossing to and fro.

Then I started in on gutting her. I sunk the knife into 
her belly and cut upwards. She gurgled in pain. I lifted 
all of her organs out, set them in a bucket and then 
cleaned her out completely.

I beheaded Leoncita and popped her head on a stake as 
well, and then broke down the rest of her body. We went 
through the gamut of the girls.

I looked back at the skewering - the Iranian girl was 
bucking on her spit back and forth, and was trying to say 
something. Her lips kept moving back and forth and her 
teeth were clacking on the metal spit. They put her on 
the pulley and sent her down to the pits.

The two blonde twins were up. I had given special 
instructions for these two to be roasted on a longer 
spit, so that they would be spitted end to end. The first 
girl was put on the platform, and the spit went up 
through her. She screamed to high heaven as the spit 
traveled through her ass, and then through her stomach 
and when it hit her esophagus, all she could do is bleat 
like a sheep.

"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTGHLLLLL!!" she yelled. 
Soon she was a pig on a stick. The crewman took a stake 
and rammed it through her thighs, locking into the spit. 
They then lowered the spit under platform, so that her 
feet were kicking with what was left of her spirit. She 
hung there for about a minute before they grabbed her 
unofficial twin to set on the platform.

 They repeated the process until the first one's mouth 
was firmly up against the pussy of the second. They sent 
the two down on the pulley until they reached the pits. 
They had to modify one of the pits to accommodate both of 
them, but soon the two blondes were roasting and rolling.

I was taking a break from the slaughter, tired and 
needing a beer. I grabbed one from the cooler where I met 
up with the master of ceremonies.

"How's it going? Everything seems to be going well." He 
said.

"It is - but it's hard work!"

"Well I noticed you were doing the chopping down by hand 
- didn't want to use the quartering machine?"

"What's that?" I said, curious.

"Oh...they must not have showed you that. It's over 
here." He said as he walked me over to this pit, where 
there were a set of chains that held foot shackles 
dangling from them. At the end of the line there was a 
big metal plate with a cross outline in the middle. Two 
circular blades came out at each direction. He fired it 
up and you could see what it would do - place the girl in 
here and you'd have four easy pieces, ready for further 
breaking down.

At the bottom, there were four prongs that would grab the 
girls head and twist it with full force.

I had to try this thing out...

We hooked up Tina who was delirious and screaming, to be 
first in line. Vanessa was behind her, and behind them 
were several other girls including the two other stoner 
girls.

The thing fired up and Tina was bucking back and forth. 
The prongs grabbed her head, and twisted with brute 
force, so that it twisted off quickly and soon her hair 
was spinning around so fast it blurred. It threw her head 
to the side and her face was still locked in a screaming 
position. Her tongue flicked back and forth until her 
eyes rolled back into her head and she was gone.

The saws did their work, first cutting her from her pubic 
bone down to her neck, then the other saw cutting right 
through her waist. Soon she was four parts of tanned 
beach bunny dinner (5 counting her head.) I took the 
parts off and threw them aside.

Vanessa was up and was cursing at me in Spanish. The 
prongs sunk into her curly reddish-blonde hair and spun 
her head off, throwing it to the side. Her body convulsed 
on the machine, but the saws dug into her flesh and soon 
cut her into smaller chunks as well.

I went through most of the girls, but one of the stoner 
girls tried to break free. She had dirty blonde hair, and 
a full body tan. When the prongs came up to her head, she 
tried to pull away and her hand got caught instead. It 
did its work and her arm was soon twisted off, with her 
letting out a loud howl. 

It threw her arm to the side and the blades started into 
her, causing her to scream as the blade went down her 
pubic mound, through her stomach and down her neck. She 
was dead by this time but the blade continued through her 
chin and down her nose until her head was sawed cleanly 
in half.

It then cut down her midsection and she was ready.

It's a little more fun to do it this way, I thought. So I 
turned off the prongs and felt the rest of the girls 
should go this way. Up next was one of the Howard 
University girls, who managed to live up until the blade 
traveled through her head. Her tongue danced when her 
head was spliced, and it ended up getting cut into 
smaller pieces, flying out when it did.

I looked back at the spitting platform and the last girl 
up was Terri, the doomed flight attendant. As the spit 
went in her pussy, she screamed as loud as she could. Her 
eyes bulged and her body started to shake. I noticed a 
stream of piss go down her left thigh and as the spit 
progressed, she actually pooped! The crewman laughed and 
stopped the spiting. Terri just shook there, partially in 
agony, partially in pain. The crewman took the poop and 
held it to her face.

"Want a last meal, bitch!" he laughed, and then shoved 
the shit down her mouth, forcing her to swallow. She 
gagged and then vomited all over, her augmented but 
beautiful tits quivering the whole time.

The spit resumed traveling and soon it was in her throat, 
with her giving the labored sounds as she choked on the 
spit. Her tongue stuck out and soon the spit traveled 
down on it, popping up. She shook one final time, and 
then expired.

Soon all the girls were cut up and were either roasting 
on the spit, being grilled as burgers or being roasted as 
parts. Each girl's head that remained was used as a table 
centerpiece, and was how the guests knew where to sit.

I requested to be seated at Tina's table. So there she 
was, staring directly ahead, jaw slackened and eyes 
rolled up. Sitting at that table meant we'd be sharing at 
least a couple parts of her. One of the crewman brought 
out Tina's ass, cooked to perfection. Her right and left 
halves sat side by side on the silver platter. We all dug 
in and started to dine. I

Did her parents know that her ass would be such a hot 
commodity? I don't think they though it would be this 
way, he, he, he, he.

I watched as other guests feasted on parts of the girls, 
a Japanese man chewed into Vanessa's succulent breast, 
another man dined on Annie Kim's leg, and a couple 
lovingly dined on parts of the blonde twins. In fact 
their table had both twin's head's on it, side by side - 
with their mouths wide open, tongue distended and eyes 
glazed over.

The party continued into the night and soon there was no 
meat left - just bones.

We had a final ceremony where we tossed the girls bones 
into the incinerator. And soon after that we left and you 
would have never known what happened there that day.

The master of ceremonies, before he left, told me I'd be 
welcome to serve next year. I'd be up for it - I told 
him.

I stayed one more week in Cancun, and then headed off. I 
had big plans.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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