Problems at Dorothy’s Diner

Chapter I


Dorothy came to Betty with a serious look on her face. Betty knew
right away something was wrong. Very few times had she seen that look
on Dorothy’s face. Dorothy sat down at the kitchen table. Betty had
never understood why in this area all serious talks took place in the
kitchen. Dorothy spoke in a weak voice, unlike her usually calm one
and said, "Betty, we have trouble brewing. I got a call today from
Crystal’s parents. They have become concern because they have not
heard from her. I told them she left over a week ago but for some
reason, I don’t think they believed it."

Betty spoke, hiding her fear, "Dorothy, I don’t think there is
anything to worry about. If they show up here, we just tell them she
is gone and we have not seen her. They don’t have enough evidence to
bring the police into it. Besides, Sheriff Bob is one of our favorite
customers."

This seemed to ease Dorothy somewhat. The next few weeks went by as
normal, business was up. People were coming from even farther away.
Betty decided to be sure Crystal’s family had not did anything. She
called her friend at the FBI. There had not been any more complaints
about Dorothy’s diner. This eased Betty’s mind.

Dorothy looked up as she heard the bell ring at the door, alerting her
that someone had come in. The average looking man and his beautiful
wife were taking a seat in one of the booths as Dorothy came out of
the kitchen. Dorothy smiled and asked, "Can I help you two?"

The man replied, "Yes, we would like to have some of your barbecue. We
were in town and everyone said you had the best food."

Dorothy, who always love a compliment about her food replied, "Thanks,
but its not much. I just do the best with what I have."

Dorothy went back to the kitchen and filled two plates with her best
barbecue. The girls had just been kill the day before. Dorothy then
filled two glasses with iced tea. She carried the food out to the
waiting customers. Dorothy stood by the table till the couple tasted
the barbecue. The woman was the first to speak as she exclaimed, "This
is the best I have ever tasted. What kind of sauce is this? I sure
would like to have the recipe."

Dorothy smiled with pride as she replied, "It is an old family recipe.
I couldn’t give it out. I can tell you this much, the secret is in the
meat."

Dorothy watched from behind the counter as the two strangers gobbled
up the barbecue.  When they were through eating Betty went over to the
table, laying the check down asked, "would you folks like to have some
more tea?"

The man replied as he held up a picture from his wallet, "No thank
you. I was just wondering if you have seen this girl?"

Dorothy almost fainted when she saw the picture. It was a picture of
Crystal in a cheer leader’s uniform. Dorothy was about to reply when
the door sprang open. Patty bounced in and shouted, "Hi Dorothy, how
is everything going?"

The woman sitting at the table jumped up and exclaimed, "Patty, is
that you?"

Patty stopped in her tracks and nervously said, "Hi Mrs. Thompson. I
was not expecting you here."

Mr. Thompson asked, "Is Crystal here? Have you seen her?"

Patty unsure of what to say replied, "Yes sir, she was here but left.
I think she was going home." Patty knew right away that Crystal’s
parents did not believe her.

Mrs. Thompson said, "We thought she might still be here, she never
showed up up at home."
                  
Patty showed mock surprise as she said, " Really, I just knew she was
going home. She might have gotten detoured along the way. You know she
she is." Patty at least hoped they knew how she could wonder off on a
moments notice.

Patty thought she had convinced them Crystal had left here when the
couple stood up to leave. They walked to the door and opened it. The
hot Texas air flowed into the room. Dorothy and Patty was about to
relax a little when Mrs. Thompson stopped, turned and spoke. "You are
liars, my daughter is still here."

Dorothy took over the conversation and replied, "You are right, she
never left here."

Patty almost fainted at Dorothy’s words. She could not believe Dorothy
was going to tell them anything.

Dorothy continued, "If you come with me I will show you what happen to
your daughter. I can promise you anything she did here was of her own
will."

Hope flooded the couple’s eyes. The chance of seeing their daughter
again made their hearts race. They had seen so many reports about
missing children turning up dead or never found. The couple followed
Dorothy as she led them to a back room.

in the room was a television. Dorothy searched through a cabinet full
of video tapes till she found the one she wanted. Dorothy spoke as she
slipped the tape into a player, "This is a tape of what happen to your
daughter. I know you won’t understand but your daughter did what she
wanted."

The Thompson’s watched the tape in a state of shock. They saw how
their daughter asked for the spit and then fucked it till she was
dead. They sat there for several minutes after the tape ended. Finally
Mrs. Thompson looked at Patty and asked, "What happen to my daughter’s
body?"

Dorothy almost laughed as Patty belched and replied, "Well, we took
care of her remains. They were disposed of properly, I can assure you."

The Thompson stood and Mr. Thompson said, "Thanks for letting us know
what happened to our daughter. At least we know she died happy." The
two left the diner.

Dorothy and Patty looked at each other, feeling sorry for the couple’s
loss. Yet they were happy Crystal died as she wanted. Patty remembered
the taste of her friend as she licked her lips.

Dorothy felt things would return to normal since the Thompson’s knew
no one had killed their daughter. There was no evidence to tie the
diner to her death. The only person on the tape besides Crystal was,
Patty.

Dorothy had to run some errands and Patty was looking after the diner
when the bell on the door rang. She turned to take care of a customer
when she saw Mrs. Thompson at the door. Patty wanted to run but held
her composer. Patty said nothing as Mrs. Thompson walked to the
counter. The two looked at each other in the eye for, what seemed like
several minutes, when Mrs. Thompson spoke, "You were with my daughter
when she died. Were the two of you lovers?"

Patty nervously replied, "Yes, we were. I loved Crystal more than
anything on this Earth."

Mrs. Thompson said, "I know you did, I just never knew how much till I
saw you having sex with her as she died. Would you take me to the
place she died. I promise to never tell anyone."

Patty was afraid this might be a trick. She knew better than to tell
her but Mrs. Thompson was like a second mother to her. Finally Patty
replied, "Meet me at my sister’s restaurant in an hour."

Crystal’s mother left and Patty waited nervously for Dorothy to
return. When she did, Patty told her about Mrs. Thompson’s request.
Dorothy picked up the phone, called and took appropriate measures in
case it was a trick. Patty left for the meeting.

Patty pulled into the parking lot and saw Mrs. Thompson right away.
She pulled along side of her car. As Patty got out of the truck Mrs.
Thompson got out to meet her. Neither of them said anything as Patty
led the woman to the building behind the restaurant. As the two walked
in, the usual smell of barbecued girls surrounded them. Mrs. Thompson
froze in her tracks as she saw the girls being barbecued in various
styles. Mrs. Thompson, gasping for air, asked, "Is this the place? Was
my daughter cooked like these girls?"

Patty replied, "Yea, I guess so."

Patty lead Mrs. Thompson to the back of the cook house where the
platform  holding the spit stood. Mrs. Thompson recognized the
platform from the video. She sat on the floor as her legs got week and
asked, "How long had Crystal wanted to be spitted and cooked?"

Patty replied, "I guess most of her life. We read a story about it
when we were around seven. Every since then we had been fascinated by
it."

Mrs. Thompson finally looked away from the platform and asked, "Can I
go up there? I want to see it up close."

Patty replied, "Sure, you can do whatever you like here."

Mrs. Thompson stepped onto the platform and dropped to her knees. She
reached out and grasped the spit with both hands. She massaged the
spit up and down as if it was a huge cock. Patty almost went into
shock as Mrs. Thompson stood and removed her blouse and skirt. The
woman stood there naked, Patty was surprised at how good the woman’s
body looked for her age. Mrs. Thompson then shocked Patty as she moved
to straddle the spit. The older woman lowered herself till the spit
filled her pussy. Mrs. Thompson began to fuck the spit like a huge
steel cock. Soon blood was flowing out of her pussy just as it had
Crystal’s.

As Mrs. Thompson fucked the spit she began to talk to Patty, " The
story my daughter read as a child, I wrote it. I wrote many stories
about being skewered and roasted over a pit of hot coals. I just never
had the nerve. I tried to push the thoughts out of  my mind. " By now
blood was pouring from the woman’s pussy as she continued talking, " I
have no regrets of my daughter’s death. I only feel jealousy. She had
the guts to do what I never did."

Patty rushed up and pulled the bleeding woman from the spit. She did
not need the problem of explaining Mrs. Thompson missing to her
husband. Patty looked at the bleeding woman and said, "You go tell Mr.
Thompson of your needs and then if everything is okay, you can come
back."

Mrs. Thompson reached down and pulled her panties up. The white panties
quickly turned red with the blood from her damaged pussy. Mrs.
Thompson finished dressing and left the cook house. Patty new she
would return. The woman had the same look on  her face, as she fucked
spit, that Crystal had."

Patty turned and Betty was standing there. She wondered how much her
sister had seen. Betty spoke lovingly to her sister and said, " I have
never been so proud of you in all of my life. Dorothy told me what was
going on. I rushed over here, hoping to save the situation. I don’t
think I could have solved the problem as well as you." Betty reached
out and hugged her sister.

Patty asked, "Do you think she will come back and be spitted?"

Betty replied, "It is a fifty - fifty shot. She will either come back
with the police or bring her husband to watch the show."

Patty, still worried said, "Don’t you think we should shut down till
this is over?"

"I think everything will be all right. The local cops know about us
and the FBI have not been notified," Betty replied.

The two girls went about their dally work. There was going to be a
private party that night. Betty was not sure who the people were. It
was set up through one of the regulars. Betty and Patty had figured
three roasted girls would be enough with Dorothy’s barbecue.

                            Chapter II


That night everything was ready. Betty sat at the door waiting on the
guest to arrive. There was a knock on the door and Betty pressed a
button to unlock the door. Betty almost fell off the stool when she
saw who it was. The person standing there was Mrs. Thompson’s. Betty
said, "I do want to talk to you but I am expecting a large group."

Mrs. Thompson said with nervousness, "I know, I am the one who has the
reservations. I invited most of my friends."

Betty was really in shock now and exclaimed, "You can’t bring a bunch
of people here that does not know what goes on!"

Mrs Thompson set out to ease Betty’s fears and said, "They know. I
told them all about the place. Most of them were shocked when I first
told them, but liked the idea after they thought about it. The rest
had been here before, to my surprise."

Betty still was not sure about this. If one person went to the FBI,
things would be bad. If they were not caught they would have to close
down. Betty did not want to close the restaurant, it was the only job
she ever liked.

The rest of the guest started coming in just after the Thompson’s.
Most of them seemed nervous. Betty could tell they had never did
anything like this before. She seated the guest at various tables. The
Thompson’s picked out a couple to sit with them. From the Thompson’s
information everyone had come. That at least made betty feel better.
She would feel even better when everyone had eaten. If they ate any of
the girls they would be as guilty as she.

Betty watched guardedly as Mrs. Thompson clang a fork on her glass to
get everyone’s attention. Mrs. Thompson spoke, slightly nervous, as she
said to the crowd of friends, "I have told you what this place was. I
knew you would be interested. I have heard all of you at sometime talk
about eating human meat. What I have not told you is, I am going to be
on the menu."

There was a murmur from the group as they listen to Mrs. Thompson’s
words. There were different reactions but all of them were favorable.
One man was heard asking his wife to join Mrs. Thompson on the spit.

Mrs. Thompson continued her speech, "As you know our daughter has been
missing. I found out she was spitted and eaten here. I saw a tape of
what happen and know she loved her fantasy. Now it is time for me to
live mine, or should I say die."

Mr. Thompson sat without expression on his face as Mrs. Thompson
removed her clothes. She had a beautiful body for a forty year old.
There was no doubt where Crystal had gotten her body. Among the
clothing was a bloody feminine napkin. Mrs. Thompson was still
bleeding slightly from her play on the spit earlier.

Mrs. Thompson walked to the center of the room, her husband following
close behind. Mrs. Thompson looked up as Patty entered the room. She
motioned for the pretty young girl to come over. When Patty was close
Mrs. Thompson asked, "Will you lick my pussy like you did Crystal’s. I
know it might be uncomfortable for you but I want to feel the same
pleasures as my daughter."

Patty said nothing but thought how it would be weird to eat her best
friend’s mother’s pussy. Still she nodded that she would do as asked.
Patty thought about how she liked to lick the pussy of impaled girls.
Mrs. Thompson lay down on one of the serving tables and spread her
legs. Patty smiled as she saw the shaven slit.

Mr. Thompson walked over to his wife, whispered something in her ear,
and picked up the spit. He placed the spit in her, now wet, pussy.
Mrs. Thompson flinched slightly as she felt the cold steel. Mrs.
Thompson then began to fuck the spit. Mr. Thompson then took over the
movement as he worked the spit in and out of his wife’s pussy. It did
not take long for Mrs. Thompson to have an earth shattering orgasm.
While Mrs. Thompson was in the throes of orgasm her husband jammed the
spit deep into Mrs. Thompson’s pussy. Blood flowed from her pussy as
she screamed in pain.

Mr. Thompson saw he had hurt his wife bad and started to pull the spit
out of his wife when Mrs. Thompson said, "Don’t take it out. The pain
felt good. I want more of it. I want to feel the spit in my throat. I
want you to fuck me just like Crystal fucked herself."

Mr. Thompson continued fucking his wife with the spit. With each
thrust he drove the spit a little deeper. Mr Thompson could see a
bulge in his wife’s abdomen as the spit pushed against it. Patty
leaned down and began to lick Mrs. Thompson’s nipples. This brought
the older woman to another orgasm. Patty then moved down to the
woman’s pussy. Patty could taste the blood and bitter taste of the
steel as she licked the woman’s clit.

Mr. Thompson fucked the spit deeper into his wife. He could now see
the bulge in her stomach. This is when he met resistance. He had to
give the Spit a hard jab to pierce her stomach.  Blood flowed from
Mrs. Thompson’s mouth just as it had her daughter’s. Patty moved up to
kiss the woman and taste her blood.

Mr. Thompson continued the fucking motion as he worked the spit up his
wife’s esophagus. Patty tilted the woman’s head back as she continued
to kiss the blood filled mouth. Patty felt the spit touch the tip of
her tongue. The spit came out of Mrs. Thompson’s mouth and forced
Patty’s open. Patty could taste the cold still as it stretched her
mouth. Patty felt the exact same thing as Mrs. Thompson.

Patty stopped her kiss and stood to watch Mrs. Thompson trying to fuck
the spit. She wiggled along the spit piercing her body. Patty took off
her clothes. Everyone in the room, including Mr. Thompson, turned
their attention away from the woman to her. They looked intently at
her small lean body and her little tits. Patty knew every man there
would ride the spit for a chance to fuck her. Patty sat on the table
at Mrs. Thompson’s head. She did as Crystal once had and slid around
till the spit was at her pussy lips. Patty was about to ease the spit
into her pussy when Mr. Thompson rammed the spit through his wife and
into Patty’s dripping pussy. Patty screamed in pain as the spit
slightly punctured her cervix. Mr. Thompson now held the spit still as
Patty began to fuck the bloody object. Mrs. thompson watched the young
pussy intently. As Patty orgasm she thought about telling Mr. Thompson
to jam the spit in even farther but knew the spit would not be long
enough to pierce both of the women.

Patty pulled off the spit and stood on the floor. Her pussy dripped
with blood and she could hardly walk from the pain. Still she helped
Mr. Thompson carry his spitted wife to the hot coals.

Mrs .Thompson could feel the heat from the coals. Her body began to
sweat at a furious rate. She had never felt such heat as this. She
hung face down looking into the coals. She could see little streams of
steam rise from the coals as her sweat touched them. Mrs. Thompson
breast hung the closest to the coals. She could feel the tips of her
nipples start to burn. Mrs. Thompson was beginning to have second
thoughts about her decision. Mrs. Thompson could not believe she had
allowed this to happen. She had wanted the spitting and loved every
second of it. She only chose to be cooked because that was what her
daughter experienced.

Mr. Thompson looked on as Betty painted barbecue sauce over his wife.
He could see her skin turning a bright red. He knew she must be going
through a lot of pain. His first thought was to pull her from the pit
and take the spit out of her. Then his thoughts turned to what it
would be like to eat his wife for dinner.

Blisters began to form on the side of Mrs. Thompson facing the coals.
She began to cry from the pain of the blisters. Mrs. Thompson at least
wished they would turn her. It was if they had read her mind. Her
husband began to turn the crank that rotated her over the hot coals.
It was a relief as Mrs. Thompson’s blistered front turned away from
the heat. She was beginning to feel better now, the heat was not as
bad. Mrs. Thompson watched as the world spun around her.

Patty still had not put her clothes back on. She  watched as the older
woman turned over the coals. Patty almost wished it had been her. If
the spit had been long enough she would have been turning with her.
The thoughts of the spit in her pussy made her hands drop to her still
bleeding pussy. Patty could feel the slickness of the blood still
dripping from her pussy. Patty brought her blood covered hand to her
lips, kissed, smelled and tasted the blood. This was the first time
she had tasted her own blood. Patty was becoming addicted to the taste
of blood.

Mrs. Thompson began to blister all over. Some of the first blisters
were beginning to burst. When each blister burst she could see a plume
of smoke rise from the coals as the tiny drops touched them. The pain
was  almost to the point where she could not stand it anymore. She
would have screamed at the top of her lungs if the spit filling her
throat had not prevented it.

Patty was playing with her pussy when one of the women the Thompson’s
invited came over. The well built middle aged woman looked at Patty’s
bloody pussy and asked, "Would you mind if I played with your pussy?
You look so sexy, I can’t stand it.

Patty replied, "I would love it."

The older woman dropped to her knees and placed her hand on the young
cunt. The touch sent shivers through Patty’s body. The woman teased
Patty’s clit with one finger and pushed the others into her bloody
pussy. All the time the two were watching Mrs. Thompson cooking.

The woman then removed her hand from Patty’s pussy and and replaced it
with her mouth. When the woman tasted Patty’s blood she began to suck
as she licked. The woman was sucking as much blood from Patty’s torn
pussy as possible. These actions caused Patty to orgasm. The few
people that had not been watching turn to look as Patty screams filled
the room. The woman reached around with one hand and played with
herself till she orgasm also. The woman then got up and went to her
seat, with Patty’s blood smeared on her face. The woman sat down but
made no attempt to wipe the blood from her face.

Mrs. Thompson was beginning to feel better. The pain had subsided a
lot. Her body was dripping a steady stream of body fluids onto the hot
coals. Mrs. Thompson was surrounded by the spoke as her juices flamed on
the hot coals. At one point Mrs. Thompson thought she might choke on
the smoke. She notice a good smell. Mrs. Thompson’s mind told her
there was something good cooking. This made the woman a little hungry.
She then realized the smell was coming from her own body. Mrs.
Thompson knew she was cooking and the end would not be long. She could
even feel the heat inside of her body. Mrs. Thompson could feel her
body swelling as the liquid in her body heated and expanded. She could
even feel a slight stream of steam coming out of her mouth.

Betty went over to Patty and asked, "Are you all right? Did the spit
do much damage to you?"

Patty replied, "I think so. It hurt a lot and is still bleeding. I
think I will be okay. If not you can spit and cook me."

Betty did not want to spit her sister. She had gotten used to her
being around. The only way Patty would be spitted was if Betty was on
the same spit.

Patty and Betty watched as the Mrs. Thompson closed her eyes for the
last time. She had lasted a lot long than anyone imagined.

An hour later Mrs. Thompson was lifted from the coals. Her body was a
dark brown. The older woman had cooked up nicely. She was placed on a
serving tray, in a position much like Crystal had been. Mrs. Thompson
was set on a table in from of her husband. Mr. Thompson did not
hesitate as he began to cut pieces of meat from his cooked wife. He
ate the barbecued meat like he had not eaten in a week.

All of the guest got plenty of barbecued girl. Everyone seemed to enjoy
the food. As the guest left everyone said they would return. Betty was
pleased the guest had a good time and also she would not have to worry
about them telling.

Patty finally stopped bleeding. She was sore for several days but
recovered. Since Patty healed she would not ride the spit any day
soon.

The End