Creole Cookin

Posted by PDevadis on June 19, 2004 at 11:15:41:

Creole Cookin

By Pdevadis

This Story is dedicated to my friend Catherine, whose sexy beauty inspired me to write it and whose inputs make the story what it is.

Chapter 1

The humidity was high even at 7:00 a.m. in the morning, yet another dog day of August in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Still Louis sang an old Cajun song, despite his hang over, as he worked, sweeping the sidewalk in front of the shop. He thought about the phone call he got from his son Eli last night and now they were all going to make a nice profit on this new deal.

Finished, he stood back and admired the newly painted sign on his shop. It cost him next to nothing to have it painted, and the old one was in sorry shape. He paid the painter with a pound of low-grade hamburger, worth maybe $30.00 It read:

Leveille and Sons
Butchers and Sellers of Beef and Pork Products
A Biloxi Tradition since 1990

Things were not so good in Biloxi these days, for sure, or in the rest of the country for that matter. Since the world’s oil was running out, the rich were getting richer and the poor were getting poorer. Fewer and fewer were able to buy his products and the poor were looking for alternative ways to eat. To top things off, law and order was breaking down and the government was starting to not care.

Most laws, even serious ones, such as murder and rape, weren’t being enforced.

Yet he and his two sons, Bona and Eli managed to survive. Now with this new sideline they expected to do much better. He worried about his sons, specially, Bona “who didn’t have both oars in the water” as the old saying goes.

However, he was mostly controllable. That was a good thing, since he was very big, nearly 6 feet 2 inches tall and weight nearly 275 pounds.

Eli, the offspring of his second wife, was of average size and very smart. Both of the women left him because of his heavy drinking, but he didn’t much care.

This new deal they were working was Eli’s idea. Eli did the research on the Internet, finding a potential buyer in New Orleans. He assured his father the government would not care about what they were about to do and he was right.
“Il y a personne pour me faire mon besoins, Comment je v'as faire, Prend tout la, our, du chemin” he sung as he finished up the task.
He glanced at his watch. His sons would be here with her in less than an hour. He entered the shop, making sure the closed sign was in place and locked the door behind him. He entered the back room, locking the door to the shop behind him. This was where all the work was done. To his right was the walk-in meat locker.
He poured a cup of strong coffee, his third of the day, and turned on the radio. They were still talking about the just completed war with Mexico and now it now turns out that Mexico didn’t have as much oil as the government had hoped.

Chapter 2
Eli drove the van slowly along Interstate Ten, heading west toward Biloxi. He drove slowly but only to conserve gas, since no one really cared anymore about speed laws. With gas over thirty dollars a gallon, on the black market, one had to be careful. The traffic was light, just a few trucks and some expensive cars. Food was no longer being shipped to distance points because it cost too much money.
He was amazed now easy it was to find just the right girl, one that matched what the rich customer in New Orleans requested. He wondered why they didn’t just do it themselves, instead of paying him ten thousand dollars.
Oh well, they probably don’t want to get their hands dirty and there was a chance of getting caught in the act. That would spell trouble. Also, being oil people, they had more money than they knew what to do with. Ten grand was a drop in the bucket for them.
The only law and order left was street justice, so being caught in the act of doing something wrong was not a good thing. But once the girl was gone, no one would take the time to look for her. In the past three months thousands of young women disappeared, all across the country. No one was looking for them. The nation had much bigger problems than a few thousand missing girls, such as the recent food riots in New York City.
He spotted her on the beach in Panama City, Fl. She was enjoying the sun in her bikini and sunglasses. Her bikini gave them a good change to get a good look at her.
She was young, twenty three to twenty five years old, blonde, good looking and her weight and height was in the range of what the customer wanted.
After stalking her for two days they determined she was alone. What luck. On the second day they followed her taxi to her hotel room. She must have money to be able to enjoy a beach vacation and taxi fares. That mattered little to Eli.
After scouting the motel, again the luck was with them. Her room was a ground floor drive-up. It was almost as this was meant to be. Nice and easy pickings.
Getting her was a snap. He and Bona slowly backed the van up to her door at 3:00 a.m. They quickly jimmy the lock and silently entered her room.
"She was asleep, on her stomach, wearing only her panties, the overhead fan stirring the humid air."
Instantly Bona got an erection when he saw her shapely ass encased in the black lacy panties.
In a flash they taped her mouth and tied her hands behind her back. Bona slung her over his shoulder and carried her to the van, first looking both ways at the door. In the van, he tossed her on the mattress and tied her ankles together and to a ring in the floor. Next he tied her hands to another ring on the floor, stretching her out on her back. He looked in her fearful blue eyes and to her horror, ran his tongue his lips while running his hands over her thighs.
After he finally got the attention of his half brother, together they removed all her belongs, throwing them into the van, leaving only the room key. At the front desk they would think she checked out, not that they would much care.
After driving for three hours Eli decided he better pull into the next rest stop to check on Bona and the girl. It was now daylight enough to see what was what. The rest stop was deserted and in poor shape. The visitor center was boarded up and the parking lot was full of litter. The sign on the building read: “Welcome to Mississippi”.
Eli climbed out of the van and walked to the back. As he approached the back he heard noises from within. Opening the door he found Bona getting into position to mount the girl. His pants were down to his knees and he had the girl on her stomach with her shapely ass in the air. He was playing with his big hard cock with one hand and pulling the girl’s panties down with the other.
“Knock it off, asshole” shouted Eli.
“Fuck you!” was the reply.
“If you mark her you are dead!”
“Go screw yourself!”
“I will tell Pa, you prick!”
With that, Bona stopped what he was doing, dropping the girl back on the mattress and pulled up his pants.

“That’s better, Bona”. “Maybe you can have her later okay?”
Wiping the drool from his fat lips he answered “Promise?”
“Only if I supervise it. We can’t have marks on her, you know how you are sometimes.”
“Okay.” Replied Bona as he felt cum starting to leak out his huge cock.
Eli picked up the girl’s purse and opened it. Inside was a wallet was the usual girl stuff, some cash, a driver’s license, a student ID for a fancy law school in California and some credit cards.
Pocketing the money Eli said, “This will get us seven or eight gallons of black market gas.”
In today’s climate the credit cards were nearly worthless, but the money would be really handy.
Next he looked at the California Driver’s license and smiled to himself.
“Guess what her name is Bona.”
“It’s Catherine Celeste Bondell”
“That is really sexy!”
Bona just looked at Eli with his usual blank and stupid look that he had most of the time.
Eli picked up her briefcase. Inside was a resume.
“Well, look here Bona, we done got ourselves a lawyer!! “She just graduated from Law School.” “This is so great!”
Quickly he gathered all her belongs and placed them in the suitcase.
“Bona, we will weight this suitcase down with some rocks and drop it in the next swamp we come to.” Said Eli. Given their location, there was no lack of swamps.

He turned his attention to the girl. He ran his hand along her thigh, feeling the warm firm flesh. “My, are you a cutie, sweetie, and a lawyer too.”
She stared at him with her big blue eyes.
“Do you have an idea what is going to happen to you?”
In horror she shook her head No.
“All in good time sweetie.”
“God, she is so fine.” Eli thought to himself.
As he felt her shapely ass, he wondered what the flesh would taste like. Until two weeks ago he never had such thoughts but lately it was all he could think about.
Turning her over he said, “My, what nice full and firm tits you have, all the better to eat.” The girl trembled as she heard the words.
They were young and firm and proud he thought He guessed 34-C cup. The nipples, while not big, stood out. He rolled them in his fingers and felt himself getting hard.
“I want a taste of her.” He thought.
He reached in his pocket and took out a knife. He cut away her panties, putting them in the suitcase.
Next he rolled her on her stomach, slapped her shapely ass and said, “It’s time to get you home sweetie!”
“Bona, you better ride up front with me!” he commanded.
With that, they headed toward Biloxi.

Chapter 3

Lou heard the sound of the van in the back alley so he unlocked the backdoor as the van was backing up to it.
Eli greeted his father with a big grim on his face. “Pa, we are over ten grand richer today!”
Lou looked up and down the alley and opened the doors to the van.
Lou’s eyes got real wide as he spotted the nude young woman tied on her stomach to the mattress.

“Wow, boy done did yourself real good!” “Yes sir………………. did real good!”
“Ya think the assholes in New Orleans will be happy?”
Before he could answer Bona spoke up and said. “I helped him Pa.”
Lou turned to him and said. “Boy, you stop talking while I talk, you hear?”
“Yes Pa.”
“Good, untie her, pick her up and take her to the basement.”
“Yes, Pa.”
“Make damn sure you lock the cell and get your sorry ass upstairs immediately, no fucking around or otherwise, ya hear?”
“Yes Pa.”
As soon as Bona untied the girl she started to try to fight him. She was no match for him, but he enjoyed the struggle so much he soon had another hard on.

Final he wrapped his arms around her waist and tossed her off the truck into the arms of Eli. Bona jumped off the truck, took the girl from Eli and slung her over his shoulder, enjoying the feel of the of her flesh as he carried her into the butcher shop.

The girl’s eyes got wide as she saw all the meat processing equipment and the side of beef hanging from a meat hook. He carried her through the shop as she kicked the air in front of her with her legs.
“Hell, Pa she is sure a hellcat that one is!”
“She wouldn’t be when the folks in New Orleans get done with her.,” answered Pa.
Bona open the door to the basement and carried her down the stairs into the room. With one hand he unlocked the cell and tossed her on the bed. Next he reached over and ripped the tape off her mouth.
The girl started screaming at the top of her lungs. Bona just laughed at her.
“No one is going to hear you, so shut up you stupid bitch, hear?”
Bona locked the cell and after staring at the girl for a few minutes when back up stairs.

Catherine looked around the dimly lit room. There were two cots in her cell, a toilet and a shower. A de-humidifier quietly ran in the corner. The only furniture was a small table in the center of the room. The room was lined with soundproofing material.
She decided to lie on one of the cot and wait to see what was next, what else could she do.
Hours passed. She guesses maybe 4 or more.
Final she heard the door open and someone walking down the stairs. One of the men who kidnapped her and the older heavy-set man wearing a bloody butchers apron enter the room.
“Well, she ain’t looking worst for wear no now.” Said Lou.
“What the hell is going on?’ yelled Catherine as loud as she could.
“Settle down girl.” Said Eli.
“No, I won’t, what the hell are you going to do to me?”
“We ain’t going to do nothing to you sweetie.” Answer Eli
“You aren’t?”
“No, but others are.”
“Go fuck yourself.” yelled Catherine.
Both men just smiled at her.
Eli reached in his pocket and took out a cell phone, quickly dialing the number.
Catherine heard him say:
“Mister Broussard?”
“Yes, we got her last night.”
“24 years and 5 months.”

“Her driver’s license states 127 pounds.”
“Yes, she looks real good.”
“When do you want to inspect her?”
”Okay, sir, we will see you and your chef tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock.”
“Yes sir we will get her ready for you.”
“Yes sir, my Pa is a real good butcher, best in these parts.”
“No, of course he has not done a girl before.”
“I will ask him.”
“Pa, do you think you could butcher a girl?”
“Meat is meat.” Answered Lou in a matter of fact way.
“Yes, he says no problem sir.”
“Yes, I will ask him.”
“Pa if they bring a girl with them tomorrow could you butcher her for them, they will pay $300 to do her.”
“Hell yes, bring her tell them, meat is meat” Answered Pa.
“Sure, meat is meat he says, bring her with you, go to the back door”
“Goodbye Sir.”
Catherine listened with a growing sense of horror.
“You Cajun bastards.” She yelled.
“Who the fuck was that on the phone?”
“Your new owner girl.” answer Lou while he stared at her proud young tits.
“Son, why don’t you go upstairs for a while.” He said as he removed his apron.
“Yes Pa.”
Lou walked over the small cage and reached into it, taking Catherine by the arm and pulling her toward him. With the other hand he started feeling her firm young flesh as his cock started to swell.
“Ain’t you something else girl.”
He grabbed both of her hands, forcing them through the bars and quickly tied them together. Next the tied her hands to the bars, forcing her in a bending position.

As Catherine watched in horror the fat old man removed his pants exposing his erect penis. He unlocked on the cell and approached the girl from behind.
“Well girl, it does appear ya are a natural blonde.”
“Best kind, and a damn lawyer on top of that.”
“Fuck you.” Yelled Catherine, as tears began rolling down her
cheeks....
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“Oh there is going to be some fucking okay girl, cepting ya are the one getting it.”
As he squeezed the flesh of the shapely young ass he said coarsely “My girl, I would love to have a piece of this meat.”
“Ya are going to cook up real nice and juicy girl.”
“Ya are the best looking girl I will ever have bitch, like a damn Playboy center fold!”
“I am going to let Bona have a piece of ya too girl.”
“Ya will love it, he is hung just like a goddamn fucking horse.”
Lou spent the next 10 minutes feeling, squeezing and playing with her while he stroked his cock.
Unable to stand it any longer, he entered her, with a mighty thrust, as she yelled.
As he fucked her the idea of what was going to happen to her raced trough his mind, getting him more and more excited.

“Hope I get to butcher ya girl.” he shouted loudly, then groaned as his hot
cum shot into her tight and pussy.
For a short while he rested against her and slowly pulled out, leaving a stream of cum running down her inner thighs.
He quickly got dressed and locked the cage.
Freeing her hands the told her “That was nice girl, I will be back for more.”
“Eli will bring ya some water and food but ya only get it if ya clean
yourself up hear me girl?” He said as he unties her. Catherine slumped to
floor, sobbing, struggling to cover herself with her hands.
Lou just smiled at her and left.
Chapter 4
Catherine was awaked by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Oh my God, it’s time she thought to herself.
She watched as Eli placed a stepladder in the middle of the room and climbed up and screwed a hook into the ceiling. As he worked Bona untangled a piece of rope, cutting it into three pieces.
Next Eli screws two hooks into the floor, placing them three feet apart.
As the men approached the cage Eli say “its show time girl”
“Go to hell.” she yelled
Opening the cage Bona grabbed her while Eli taped her mouth.
Together they forced her to the center of the room. She felt her hands being tied together and forced above her head as Eli tied them to the hook in the ceiling. Next they forced her legs far apart, attaching each ankle to the hooks in the floor using the other two pieces of the rope.
Eli stood back and looked at her with great satisfaction. The lighting in the room was just right, kind of dim and the sweat on the girl’s flesh gave her a nice sexy look.
Hearing someone on the steps, Eli turned to see his father leading two men down the stairs. Between them was a young woman, wearing a short dress with her hands tied behind her back and her mouth taped shut.
She had dark skin and fine facial features. The first thing Eli noticed about her was her long legs and full meaty thighs. Eli was amazed now much her looked like a young Tina Turner, except her legs was sexier.

She had a look of horror on her face, which increased when she saw Catherine.
Quickly Eli held his hand out to the gentleman dressed in the expensive looking suit.
“Mister Broussard, Sir?”
“Yes”
“I am Eli sir.”
“Very glad to meet you, I hope this will be the beginning of a long business relationship.” Replied Mr. Brossard.”
“This is our gourmet dining club’s chef, Pierre.”
Pierre had the appearance of someone who enjoyed his own cooking a little too much.
“Hey, Pierre.” Replied Eli
Mister Broussard walks over to Catherine and looked her up and down, walking in a full circle around her.

“Nice, very nice.”
“Excellent, she looks great to me, but Pierre has to be happy with her before we have a deal.”
“Of course.” Replied Eli.
“Can we put this bitch in the cell first.” said Mister Broussard pointing to the pretty black girl.
“Of course, Bona, take care of her.,” commanded Lou.
Pierre approached Catherine and knelled in front to her. With an expert touch he started at her right calf and felt up her leg, squeezing and pinching the warm flesh.
He seemed most interested in her upper inner thighs, taking more time exploring the firm young flesh. Next he pinched the flesh along her ribs testing for fat content. He got up and walked around her and again kneeled. He grabbed a hand full of her shapely ass, squeezing the flesh and pinching the skin.
Stand up he turned to the group. “Very nice, she will mostly do.”
“She has nice lean meat, but just a little too lean for cooking.”
“Come over here and feel she inner thigh, Mister Broussard”
“Pinch the skin, see now she doesn’t have much girl fat there.”
“Yes, I see.” Said Mister Broussard.
Eli hopes started to sink like a rock.
“So what do you recommend Pierre.”?
“Well, her meat would be prime with just a little fattening, say 10 to 13 pounds.
“It has been my experience that girls all need some fat on them to favor the meat during roasting.”
“With the right diet, it would take two weeks.” “That would meet our date and she would make a wonderful presentation on the table, that is for sure!”
“All in all, she is really a very nice piece of girl meat.”
“I recommend you go ahead and buy her and have her fatten up some.”
Mister Broussard turned to Eli and said “Would you be willing to keep her and fatten her up for us?”
“Sure, Mister Broussard, I won’t even charge you for it sir.”
“What do I feed her sir?”
Pierre said, “I will have someone drop off a special two week supply of a special food package I have used in the past.”
“It is high in carbonates, not unlike you would fatten a steer for slaughter really.”
“Don’t be afraid to get rough with her to get her to eat, just don’t mark her.”
“Yes sir.” replied Eli
Next he turned his attention to the girl in the cell.
“Do you fully understand what we talked about upstairs, as to now I want her butchered Lou?”

“Yes Pierre, I think I do.”
“Are you up to the task?”
“Sure, Pierre, meat is meat to me.”
“Remember we mostly interested in her thighs, she has wonderful thigh steaks, our guests are going to be so pleased.”
“Make them about a inch thick okay?”
“Yes, Sir, she should be ready in a week. I will get her slaughter this evening, after I close the shop.”
“Then she needs to hang in the locker for a few days before a butcher her.”
“It will make the meat more tender.”
“Excellent.” replied Mister Broussard.
As Bona starting to untie Catherine to put her back into the cell the men walked up the stairs.
Before they left the shop Mister Broussard gave Eli a check for half the agreed to price for the girl, along with $300 more for the butchering service, with the understanding the rest would come after Catherine was ready to slaughter.

Chapter 5

Catherine watched the young black girl cry. Then, covering herself as best
she could with her hands, she came over to her. “I’m Catherine.”

“Now old are you girl?”
“I turned nineteen yesterday.” She replied.
“What your name girl?”
“Renee”
“It’ll be okay, Renee.”
“But I am so afraid!”
“How they talk about me, in front of my face, like I am a piece of meat to them!”
Catherine nodded.
The girl trembled at the thought.
Catherine nodded.

“This is a butcher shop!” the girl continued. “What are they going to do?”
“Up stair the men lifted up my dress and talked in front of me as about now I was to be butchered!”
“The old fat guy is going to do it.”
Catherine shuddered. “Maybe they’re trying to scare us, so we’ll do what
they say,” she said.

Catherine took the girl into her arms and together they reclined on one to for the cots. The feel of the girl’s warm flesh offered some comfort. Both girls have not awake for over 24 hours so they soon drifted off into a restless sleep with Catherine lying next to Renee, their flesh pressed together.

Upstairs Lou was preparing to close the shop for the day when his sons entered, returning from an errand.
Lou sang as he worked, laying out a sticking knife, a skinning knife, a boning knife, a butcher knife, a steel cleaver, two bell scrapers, a meat saw, two meat hooks and two block and tackle.
Next he checked the scalding tank to make sure it was full of water and turned on the heat. He wondered now much longer he would be able to get the gas needed to heat the water.
“Getting ready for tonight Pa? “ asked Eli
“Of course.” He replied as he sharpened the sticking knife.
“Still think you can you do it Pa?”
“Of course, same a slaughtering a hog, meat is meat.”
“Only different is she knows it’s coming, a hog don’t, not if you do it quickly.”
“Don’t squeak the hog, as they say.”
“Well, guess we can’t help that.”
“Can I fuck her first Pa? Please,” asked Bona hopefully.
“Guess it would be okay, may ever relax her some.”
“What if you stick her while Bona was fucking her, Pa?” Asked Eli.
Bona smiled broadly.
“It may just work, she would not know it was coming for sure.” answer Lou
“We could lay her out to the table with he head over the edge and you could kind of sneak up on her from behind.” Say Eli.
“I like the way you think boy, don’t need to stress the meat anymore than needed.”
“Well, it’s show time boys, go down and bring up the girls, I want the blonde bitch to watch.”
“Yes Pa.”
Soon they returned with Eli carrying her blonde and Bona carrying Renee. There was a bugle in the front of Bona pants and he was shaking with excitement for things to come.
Both girl’s hands were tied and their mouths were taped.
Renee still had on her dress.
Both girls were weeping; a stream of urine ran down Renee’s succulent thighs.
Heavily Bona tossed Renee on the small butcher-block table in the center of the room as Eli tied Catherine’s hands to a hook mounted in the wall, pulling her arms above her head.

Together the three men positioned Renee with her head hanging slightly over the edge of the table.

Quickly they tied her hands to each of the table legs.

Her stomach rested on the table with her feet barely touching the floor.

Eli walked over to the sink and got a wet rag and washed her legs.

Next he walked around the table and took her head in his hands and while looking in her eyes he started to softly talk to her.

“Well, girl ain’t you the lucky one!”

She looked at him wildly.

“Seems like the folks in New Orleans had a change of plans for you girl.”

“They want us to let you go home.”

Immediately he observed a change in the girl, a sense of overwhelming relief.

“However……………….”

Renee eyes said “What?”

“My brother wants to fuck you first.”

“Then we will drop you off outside of town.

Renee shook her head “Yes.” Anything was better than what they originally has plan for her.

Bona smile a mostly toothless grim at her.

As Bona undressed Lou ran a sharp knife down the back of her dress, and ripped the thin dress off her.

“God, she weren’t wearing underwear.” Bon said as he stared at her shapely and meaty ass.

He walked in front of her just to show off. He loved the look girls had seeing his member for the first time.

Renee’s eyes got real wide when she saw the size of this manhood. “God, he is like a damn horse!” She thought.

Catherine stared in total disbelieve at the size for Bona’s member. At the same time she felt relief for her newfound friend. She was going to be let go! She hoped she would also be that lucky.

Bona walked closer to the girl and started feeling her, using the other hand to stroke his huge cock as pre cum formed on the tip.

“Oh, baby……………………you feel so nice and smooth and………………. soft.” He said coarsely.

He walked behind her and squeezed her ass. He felt the tender flesh of her inner thighs and her pussy. His cock got even harder as he felt the warm firm flesh. Salivary started to run down the corners of his mouth.

He opened the palm of his hand and place a big wad of spit on it. Next he rubbed it on his huge cock and rammed it into the girl.

She tried to cry out from the plain but the tape on her mouth prevented it.

Slowly as he plumped her he felt her relax some and she was even getting wet.

“Pa, I think she is enjoying it!”

In fact, Renee was still terrified, but she knew instinctively to act like
she was enjoying it, thinking they would not harm her.

Lou stood and watched for a while, and thinking “Eli is sure a smart one.”

He walked over and checked the water in the scalding vat. “150 degrees, perfect.” He poured in a little lye.

Next he motion to Eli who quietly walked up behind the girl. Lou picked up his long thin sticking knife, as Catherine’s eyes got wider. Together they leaned over the girl.

“Pa, I am going to cum!” yelled Bona

Quickly Eli grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair and pull her head sharply back as her felt Bona hot cum shoot in her and she reached climax at the same time her felt the sticking knife enter the middle of her throat.

“Eli was just kidding with you honey.” Lou said to the girl, watching the horror in her face.

He laughed loudly and worked the knife downward behind the breastbone; towards what he hope would be the left common carotid artery. The flow of blood indicated success. Eli kick the bucket from under the table to catch the blood as Bona mourned and Catherine tried to scream.

Charter 6

Bona felt the girl go totally limb on him and he withdrawn, leaving a trail of cum on her ass. He turned his attention to Catherine, staring at her as to say “You are next.”

Satisfied the girl was bled out Lou inserted meat hooks into the tendons of each ankle and pulling the legs far apart he tied them to the ropes from the ceiling mounted block and tackle mounted on a rail.

Together Eli and Lou worked the ropes, swinging the girl off the table, raising her in the air with her head at waist level and her arms nearly touching the floor. Lou quickly moved a new bucket under her head to catch the remaining blood.

He ran his right hand over the girl’s inner thighs, feeling the warm tender flesh.

“Damn, I got Bona’s cum all over my hand, motherfucker.” He yelled as Eli passed him a rug.

“Well, all in all, I done good so far, didn’t I Eli?”

“Yes Pa, you done good.”

“Well……………meat is meat.”

“Yes Pa, we know already!”

Using the rug he wiped the girl clean and again felt the flesh, pinching and squeezing it.

“I wonder what she would taste like……………..ever wonder that boy?” he said to Eli

“Yes, I have.”

Matter of fact he has been thinking of it a lot lately, mostly in regards to Catherine.

He turned and looked in the direction of Catherine and saw Bona standing in front of her playing with her firm and proud young tits with one hand and masturbating himself with the other. Tears were pouring down Catherine face.

“Damn you boy, you get away from her, ain’t you had enough, you fool.”

“If you marked her you are dead.” Yelled Pa

“Yes , Pa” replied Bona as he started to get dressed.

“Okay boy,” Lou said to Eli. “Let us get hunk of prime meat ready for the locker.”

“She is going to butcher up real nice……………..very nice.”

“You know, boy, the folks in New Orleans only wants her rump and thigh meat, think maybe will could have some barbeque ribs next week?”

“Hell, don’t see why not Pa.” Replied Eli.

Lou walked over and opened to top to the scalding vat, checking the temperature one more time. It still read 150 degrees.

He walked back to the hanging girl, taking time to feel the still warm flesh. What a beauty she was he thought to himself. Her light colored skin was so smooth to his touch and her breasts were so full and firm.

Too bad they aren’t edible he thought as he squeezed them. As he studied her he felt his cock grow hard and decided it was time to get on with the business at hand.

He pushed on the side of the girl and she moved along the rail in the ceiling until he got her positioned over the scalding vat. Using the block and tackle he lower her into the vat for a few minutes the then raised her out and to the side.

He handed Eli one of the bell scrapers and took the other.

Together they worked the girl’s flesh, taking great care to remove all the body hair.

Next Lou picked up the sharp stainless steel butcher knife and expertly run it down the girl’s stomach, taking great care not to cut into her any of her internal organs. It was important to keep the meat clean.

He stopped at the breastbone and picked up the meat saw, expertly splitting the breastbone.

Next he pulled back the flesh back, exposing the girl’s warm guts. Using the butcher knife he cut the guts away from the back wall of the cavity, tossing them into the scrap bin he used for the rest of this meat.

Catherine, who considered herself a strong woman, passed out cold.

“Okay, boys help me get her over the table.” commanded Lou.

Together they lowed her onto the table on her back.

Lou grabbed her hair and forced her neck back while cutting into the flesh.

Using the meat saw to complete the operation he remove her head.

“We best lose this in the swamp boys.” He said.

Together they carried her into the meat locker and hung her by her heels next to a side of beef. The appearance of the girl hanging next to the aging beef, offered both an erotic and sexually thrill to the three men.

After they carried Catherine back to her cell in the basement Bona headed to the swamp Lou headed to bed and Eli called his newest girl friend. It was rumored that she gave the best head in all of Biloxi.

Chapter 7

The days passed slowly for Catherine and with each passing day her horror grow. The bastards were forcing her to eat much more than she was used to, however the mixer tasted great, with a pleasant chocolate flavor. She was forced to drink it 5 times a day but her started to look forward to it, much like a cow being fatten for slaughter enjoys the corn feed that will lead to her death.

The fat Cajun butcher was fucking her every other day, using the same method he used the first time. She wished he had some imagination at least.

She started to wish Eli would fuck her; at least he was very good looking and appeared to have some common sense.

She was mostly afraid. She was afraid of Bona and the way he looked at her. She was afraid of Lou and, most of all; she was afraid of what was going to happen to her in New Orleans.

As of late they started providing her with ten beers a day, which she happily drank to dull the fear in her.

Every two days they forced her on the scales and recorded her weigh.

One time, late at night, which the others were sleeping Bona appeared at her cell.

He unlocked the door and entered.

His hands squeezing her rump woke her up.

Her turned and looked at him in horror.

“What do you want?”

“You, I want you…………………I need to fuck you before they eat you.”

Drool ran down the corners of his mouth as he ran his hands over Catherine’s firm body and proud tits.

“Please……………Please.” begged Catherine.

“Shut up bitch!” he yelled as he slapped her across the face.

Blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.

He wiped some of it off and licked his finger.

“You taste good bitch, bet you taste as good as that black bitch we butchered the other night.”

“We ate some of her meat last night, we had barbeque ribs, we did!”

“First girl meat I even ate, it was so good……………..bet you taste good too.”

“Rest of the meat went to the rich folks in New Orleans, like you is going.”

After he lowed his pants, he pined her to the cot, on her stomach.

Lying on top of her he trusted his big hard member between her legs.

As he worked his member between her legs he talked to her.

“You are just a meat bitch, do you know that?”

“Rich folks in Orleans going to eat you soon bitch, wish it was me!”

He lifted her ass in the air and trusted his huge cock into her.

Catherine yelled from the plain.

“mmmmm……….nice tight pussy, knew it would be.”

“Nice juicy girl………………nice juicy meat……….wish I could butcher you.”

“Wish I could eat you…………..taste you tender juicy meat all nice and fatten up for me.

As he talked and fucked Catherine felt his cock get even bigger.

“mmmmmm nice juicy meat” he yelled as he explored. Catherine felt his hot cum shoot inside her.

For a full five minute I laid on top of her. Finally he got up and dressed, not taking the time to clean himself.

He slapped her on her shapely ass and said. “ I should have killed you as I fucked you, but I didn’t, it would make Pa mad.

“I have killed girls before you know…………………………….two of them.”

“I like killing girls as I fuck them.”

Catherine cried herself to sleep, wishing if was time for her beer.

Chapter 8

She was awaked early one morning by the sound of her cell being unlocked.
She looked up and saw the two men from New Orleans, the fat Cajun bastard and Eli staring at her.

Pierre ran his hand expertly along Catherine’s thigh as her laid on her stomach with her legs forced tightly together.

“Open up bitch” he yelled.

Fearfully Catherine spread her legs to submit to his inspection.

He spend a while pinching the meat on the inner thigh, rolling at between his fingers and pinching it. Next he moved to her shapely ass, squeezing the flesh in his hands.

Satisfied, he moved on to her ribs, checking for layer of meat on her ribs.

Excellent!!!! She is fattening just right for the oven! Very good Lou!

“Also we are most happy with that shipment of meat last week.” Mister Broussard injected.

“Very nicely done, what wonderful steaks, she was aged just right.”

“The meat was so nice and tender.” Added Pierre.

“Would you consider being our supplier, on a weekly basics Lou?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you and the boys find the girls. You know what we are looking for, much like the last one. She can be Black, White, Creole, Cajun, or Mexican, we don’t care.”

“We are an equal opportunity dinning club.” Smiled Pierre.

“We want the same cuts of meat as last time, you can keep the rest.”

“Now much will you pay?”

“$4,000 a week.”

“It’s a damn deal!!!’ replied Lou as Eli grinned broadly.

After a handshake they turned their attention to Catherine who was shaking in fear.

“Don’t worry girl,” said Pierre, “It will be over soon.”

“Baby, they are going to love you at the club.”

“Got some rope?” Pierre asked of Lou

Lou walked upstairs and returned with the rope as Mister Broussard wrote Eli a check for the remaining amount.

Taking the rope from Lou, Pierre tied the girl’s hands behind her back and tied her ankles together. Next he taped her mouth, using duct tape.

Catherine felt herself being lifted onto Lou’s shoulder and being carried up the stairs.

Chapter 9

Catherine rode in the back of the windowless van for what seems like hours. Fear overtook her senses so she lost concept to time.

She could hear the radio from the cab. The newsman was giving an update on the war with Canada. The French in Quebec surrendered without a fight but the folks in Nova Scotia and British Columbia was putting up a fight of sorts.

There was even talk of using a small nuclear weapon, or two, on the city of Vancouver.

Finally she felt the van stop and back up and stop again.

Soon the backdoors opened and she saw three men and a women looking down at her. One was the man they called “Mister Broussard”.

Standing with him was the Pierre and a young man, maybe 18 years old.

The woman was very official and business looking. She carried a clipboard. She was 35 years old, married to Mister Broussard and was the force behind dinning club. It was her pet project; she set the menu and decided who could join and who could not. She was a very good-looking, full figured Creole woman.

The young man looked very uncomfortable and out of place. It was Rabat’s first day on the job. His father got him the job by pulling some strings with Mister Broussard’s wife, who everyone called Miss Edna.

“Pick her up Rabat and get her inside.” ordered the woman.

“Yes Miss Edna.”

Rabat nervously approached the girl.

Up to now the only naked girl he saw was in either pictures on the Internet or and the videos he managed to rent.

He reached down and felt his first female flesh as he raised her in his big strong hands. He got red in the face as the others smiled at him.

His embarrassment was soon over come by the sensuous feel of the young firm female.

Catherine looked around the room as they moved forward. I was a kitchen, must like any restaurant. Lining one wall were three big ovens, bigger enough to fit a whole pig she thought.

She could smell something cooking in one of the ovens. It had a nice smell; it reminded her that the bastards stopped feeding her. All she had in the last three days was water, lots to water that was forced on her.

The room was also equipped much like the butcher shop in Biloxi. The other side of the room had a very narrow cell. It was empty.

In the center of the room stood a butcher-block table and a stainless steel table.

Put her in on the table, Rabat.” Ordered Miss Edna

“No……………….on the metal one, you idiot.”

“Yes madam.”

Catherine felt the cold hard steel as she was tossed on the steel table.

“Turn her on her stomach.”

“Yes madam.”

As she lay there Catherine could feel the hands of Miss Edna on the body. Slowly she felt cold hands working up her inner thighs, pinching and squeezing her firm and recently fatten flesh. The hands moved on to her firm ass where they stayed for a long time.

As Miss Edna pinched the flesh she spoke.

“Excellent, very good.”

“She is indeed prime meat.”

“They fatten her perfectly, we can get her ready for the oven immediately she is to be presented to members tonight night; no need to wait on this one.”

“Rabat, want to see what girl prime meat feels like?” asked Miss Edna.

“Yes Madam!” “I do!” replied Rabat.

Rabat walked over to the table and started feeling the girl’s warm flesh. It felt so good to him; it was heavenly.

Miss Edna observed him and wondered what he might taste like.

“Nice beefcake” she thought to herself “maybe we should expand our membership along with the menu some day.”

The large bugle in his pants gave away Rabat’s excitement.

“Okay, enough.”

“Rabat, it is time to bath her.”

“Yes Madam!” said Rabat.

“Use lots of soap, I don’t think those dumb Cajuns ever bathed her.”

Miss Edna turned to the other and said. “We will take it from here, so and make sure the dinning room is in order for tonight.

Rabat forced the girl over to a shower head mounted in the ceiling above a drain. He turned the water to hot.

Using one hand to hold her by the hair he started soaping her with the other. As he worked his clothes started to get wet.

“Rabat, you stupid kid, you are getting your clothes wet.” Yelled Miss Edna.

“Undress while you bath her?”

“Yes Madam.” Replied Rabat as he quickly took off his clothes.

“My, what a stud you are!” Said Miss Edna

“You got a nice cock on you!”

“Nice and hard.” She said as she squeezed it.

“Yes Madam, thank you madam.” He said as he got red in face.

“Wash her hair real good, okay?”

“Yes Madam.”

In his young life Rabat has never enjoyed a task as much. He was going to like work here.

As he worked Miss Edna watched him thought, “I am going to have him butchered in about a week, I need to know if this beefcake taste as good as he looks.”

She would have his husband gave the boy’s family a few bucks and that would be that.

“Want to fuck her?” Miss Edna suddenly said.

“Yes madam!”

“Get her in the butcher block table and fuck her hard for me.”

Miss Edna watched them with growing excitement.

Someday she would serve a boy and girl cooked together in the same oven. Maybe invite couples instead of all men.

She reached between Rabat’s legs and squeezed his balls. That was all it took for the boy to shoot his wad.

“Can’t wait to be a piece of this boy in my mouth.” She thought.

All happy, Rabat finished bathing her.

Finally Catherine was left alone in the cell.

She was totally overcome by fear and what was about to happen to her.

A buzzer sounded in the kitchen and Miss Edna and Pierre appeared. Miss Edna walked over the oven, checked the meat thermometer and turned off the oven.

Pierre opened the door and to Catherine’s horror rolled out the cooking tray that had a girl, lying on her back, with her arms folded. Her skin was a golden brown. A hood of some sort covered her head, as if to protect it from the heat.

Her breasts were firm and full, topped off by nipples that stood straight up. The breasts were a golden brown with beads of her cooked juices.

A carefully snitched cut in her flesh run from the navel to just below her breasts. Her looked like a girl who just returned from a day in the sun.

Her legs were long and shapely, with full golden brown thighs.

Pierre removed the hood exposing the face of a pretty young woman with long blonde hair. Her face appeared almost as she was alive. He big blue eyes were wide open as if she was looking at Catherine.

“Oh my God.” Catherine yelled, “You are going to do that to me!”

Edna turned to her and gently said to her “Of course we are sweet meat.”

Two other men entered the room, dressed in chef’s aprons.

“Okay guys, let us get her on the serving platter, it nearly time for the dinner.

Carefully they placed the girl on a large platter that was on wheels.

One of the men combed her long hair out and wounded it around her neck, covering the deep cut in the throat.

Pierre taste tested a large bowl of orange sauce and them started brushing it on the girl, carefully covering the long cut in her stomach. As he worked the other men placed an assortment of steamed vegetables and baked potatoes around the girl.

Pierre turned the girl’s head slightly to the left and with much effort forced open her mouth. Next he jammed a nice red apple into it and stood back to inspect her.

“It’s show time.” He loudly proclaimed.

Chapter 10

Three hours passed since Catherine last saw the freshly roasted girl being wheeled out of the kitchen.

She was alone,

It gave her time to think and the more she did the more her fear grew.

Suddenly the double doors opened and Edna entered the room followed by her husband, the young boy who fucked her, Pierre and a group of twenty or more men.

Some of them were smoking expensive cigars and some were holding filled brandy glasses.

Edna led them to the Catherine’s cage. She stood trembling as the group approached her.

“Gentlemen, may I present next week’s dinner.” She said loudly.

All eyes were on her. She heard the men talking about her as if she was a piece of meat.

‘Nice…………………very nice, you did it again.” Said one of the men.

“Very exotic.” Said another. “A lawyer you say!”

“Just think, I get to eat one of my own kind!” laughed another.

Edna said to the trembling girl “Turn around sweetie.”

My goodness, that is a prime looking piece to meat!” One of the men proclaimed as he reached though the bars.

Catherine felt a hard pinch on the cheek of her ass and felt him rolling the flesh between his fingers. He slapped her ass and watched with delight as the flesh juggled.

“Excellent choice, very succulent piece of girl meat!”

She felt other hands on her firm flesh, on her inner thighs, her ribs and her breasts. She tried to break away but the narrow cage offered her no escape from the probing hands.

Allowing ten minutes to get the customers worked up Mister Broussard yelled. “Gentlemen, may I have you attention!”

“For those who don’t hold a ticket to see the slaughter you must leave now.”

“Is it too late to buy one.” Asked one to the men.

“Of course, for the usual $100.00.”

Everyone decided to stay in the room after five of them gave Edna a $100 each.

“Thanks, that we help pay the wages of the butcher.”

Chapter 11

Suddenly a giant of a man entered the room. He was over 6 and half feet tall, and 300 pounds. He had a long pitch-black hair and a long beard that nearly reached his waist.

He was wearing a clean apron and was finishing sharpening a short butcher knife.

As he approached the cage and men moved to one side.

“Rabat, get over here.” He commanded in a loud deep voice.

“Yes Sir.” Rabat said as he approached the cage.

“First time boy?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Well, ain’t you in for a treat!”

“Yes Sir.”

“Unlock the fucking cage boy.”

“Yes Sir.” He replied as his trembling hands finally got the key in the lock.

As the door open Catherine stared at him in horror,

The butcher handed Rabat a short piece of rope.

“Tie her fucking hands behind her fucking back boy.”

“Yes sir.”

Catherine slipped by him and fought to get to the door.

Rabat gave her his best high school football tackle and she landed outside the cage, on her stomach.

In a second Rabat was sitting on top of her as she screamed.

The men were delighted with the show; this one was putting up a fight.

He quickly tied her hands and rolled her in her back.

As he stood up Catherine kicked him, hard, in his balls.

Rabat yelled in plain as the audience laughed.

“Boy, you got a lot to learn, don’t let your fucking guard down like that!”

“Yes sir.”

The butcher walked over and slapped Catherine across the face, being careful not to leave a mark.

He grabbed her hair and pulled back on her hair.

Looking into her big blue eyes he said. “You are mine you fucking bitch, get use to it.”

He reached down and grabbed an ankle in each hand and dragged the girl across the room.

She grabbed a leg of the butcher-block table and managed to hold on until one of the men forced her hand away.

The butcher stopped in the center of the room, let loose of one ankle, reached up and pulled down two ropes attached to pulleys mounted in the ceiling.

Catherine continued to scream in horror, kicking at the thin air with one leg.

The men laughed at her discomfort.

He quickly tied and rope to each ankle, forcing her legs far apart.

“Stop your fucking belly aching and get to fuck over here boy!” he yelled to Rabat.

“Yes sir.”

He handed the boy one of the ropes and he took the other.

Together they pulled the ropes as she felt herself being raised in the air.

They stopped as soon as her head was four feet off the floor.

“Okay, folks, anyone want to inspect the fucking meat before I get started?”

The men formed a circle around Catherine, running their hands over her firm body. Her screams seemed to heighten their excitement.

She tied to swing away from them, which only heighten their excitement.

“Well, guys, what do you think of her?” said Miss Edna.

“Nicely fattened.” Replied one, “wish a had some of that inner thigh meat about now.”

“Can’t wait on next week’s dinner.” Said another.

“She is going to roast up real fine!”

“Okay,” the butcher said, “Enough, it is fucking time to do her.”

The men all pulled away from the swinging screaming girl.

“Grab her fucking hair boy.” Said the butcher as he taped the girl’s mouth.

“Okay boy, pull back her fucking head, real fucking hard.”

Catherine felt the sharp edge of the knife cut into her graceful neck and the warm blood running down her face into the bucket below her head.

It seemed to take ten minutes but finally she blacked out. The last thing her felt was the butcher’s hand squeezing her succulent thighs.

The End