This story contains sex, snuff and cannibalism. If you are under 
eighteen or do not care for these subjects please do not read. The 
characters in this story reflect no one living or dead. 


All rights reserved 1997 TopCat's Tales and erotica.wewriteforu.com

Pat's Day At Dorothy's Diner

Pat laid in bed that night thinking about her fantasies. She slid a 
hand to to her wet pussy. She rubbed her clit and then moved her 
fingers into her pussy. Pat pushed in one finger, then two. She 
continued until all of her fingers were stuffed into her pussy. Pat 
pushed her hand into the wet pussy as if trying to force it through 
her body. She did this until it hurt. When the pain increased, she 
orgasm in strong spasms. 


Still not satisfied, Pat walked to the kitchen and found a long 
spatula. She placed the spatula into her pussy and pushed with all of 
her might. Pat screamed as the utensil pressed against her cervix. She 
stabbed the spatula into her pussy as if trying to tear herself apart. 
The pain made her orgasm once more. 


Pat looked in the dish drain and spotted the long butcher knife. She 
took the knife and looked at it. Pat knew if she rammed the knife into 
her pussy as she had the spatula, she might bleed to death. At the 
least, she would end up in the emergency room embarrassed. With these 
thoughts, she lowered the knife until it was even with her pussy. Pat 
eased the knife into her wet pussy. The thought of ramming it in 
crossed her mind, but instead, she eased it in. She could feel the sharp 
blade cut into her pussy walls as it glided into her. Pat felt the pain and 
loved it. She worked  the knife in deeper until it touch her cervix. 
Still, the urge to ram it deep remained. Pat eased the knife out slowly 
and worked it back in. Pat did this only three times before she 
orgasmed again. 


Pat withdrew the knife from her pussy and looked at the blade. Her 
blood covered the blade. She stuck her tongue to the blade and licked 
the blood from it. She then licked the sharp edge and orgasm again as 
the blade sliced into her tongue. Pat tasted and swallowed her own blood 
from the sliced tongue. 

Pat came to her senses and went to the bathroom. She put on a pair of 
panties and a feminine pad to catch the blood dripping from her pussy. 
Pat knew she had gone to the edge again and wondered when she would go 
over it. 

Pat heard the doorbell ring and went to he door. She threw on a robe 
and opened it. Mr. Parks, the mailman was standing there and he said, 
"Good day Pat, you look lovely today." 

Pat knew Mr. Parks liked her and had even ask her out once, but she 
had turned him down, just as she did all men. Pat could not take the 
chance of falling for someone with the desires she had. 

She took the mail from Mr. Parks and said, "Thank you." She  closed 
the door before Mr. Parks could say anything more. Inside she notice 
the mail contained a vanilla envelope. Pat exclaimed to herself, "It's 
here at last." 

Pat sat down and tore open the envelope. She had been waiting on the 
torture magazine for several weeks. Pat looked quickly at the pages 
wishing she was one of the girls in the pictures.        

Pat sat down on the couch and pulled up her robe. She let her hand 
play over her bloody pussy as she read the magazine. There was the 
normal stuff, if you can call it that, when she noticed an ad. Pat 
read the ad, "Dorothy's Diner, best barbecue in Texas. We make it the 
way you want it. Fresh meat used everyday." 

She remembered hearing some of her torture friends talking about the 
diner. She had wondered if the stories were true. Pat could not 
imagine a place cooking girls in this country. 

Pat went to bed, but could not get the ad out of her mind. If there 
were such a place she could go there and do the things she desired. 
The girl slept fitfully thinking about the diner. 

The next mourning Pat decided to take a chance and see if the diner 
existed. She packed and went to the bus station. She bought a ticket 
to the small town. If nothing was there, she figured that she would at least have a 
few days away from home. 

The bus ride was long. It took her nearly seven hours to reach the 
small Texas town. Pat almost laughed as the bus pulled to a stop. She 
thought to herself, "There is not anything that goes on in a hick town 
like this." 

Pat got off the bus and picked up her suitcase. She walked down the 
street looking for a place to stay. She had momentarily forgotten 
about the reason for her trip when she came to a small diner. Pat looked at the sign 
and it read, "Dorothy's Diner." 

Pat, with hope now, walked into the little diner. She sat on a stool 
at the counter with her suitcase sitting beside of her. It took only a 
minute for a small gray haired woman to approach her. Pat almost laughed 
aloud as she looked at the old woman. She knew now the stories were false.
Pat knew an old woman like this could not be doing anything 
wrong. 

Dorothy looked at the pretty young girl, trying to figure out why she 
was there and said, "Hi there young lady, what can I do for you?" 

Pat thought for a moment and asked, "Could I have some of your special 
barbecue?" 

Dorothy looked at Pat strangely and said, "Sure you can have some of 
my special barbecue. It is the best around." 

Dorothy went to the kitchen and filled a plate with barbecue. As 
Dorothy carried the barbecue back to the waiting customer, she thought 
how this girl had screamed louder than the rest as she was placed over 
the coals. 

Pat looked at the food before her and stirred it thoughtfully with a 
fork. She wondered if it was human meat on her plate. Pat had never 
eaten human flesh so she wasn't sure. Pat took a bite and loved the 
taste. She had never tasted anything like it before. Pat finally got 
her nerve up and asked, "Did this meat come from people, " 

Dorothy looked at at girl puzzling and asked, "You did ask for the 
special, didn't you." 


Pat stuttered, "Yes Ma'am, it is delicious too." 

Dorothy smiled and said, "I am glad you like it. Is there something 
else you have on your mind?" 

Pat hesitated and replied, "I guess there is. I have wondered what it 
would be like to be spitted." 

Dorothy, with a gleam in her eyes said, "I kinda figured you might be 
here for something like that. We are always looking for tender young 
meat." 

Pat looked down at her plate and said, "I am not too sure about being 
cooked alive, though." 

Dorothy said in her usual jolly manner, "It don't matter girl, You can 
have all the fun you want. Then if cooking is in order it can wait 
till you are dead." 

Dorothy's words calmed Pat and she said, "I can't wait to feel the 
spit in my pussy." 

Dorothy went to the phone and called Patty. She knew Patty would be 
glad to show the new girl a good time. Before she could dial the 
number Patty bounced into the diner as she usually does and said, "Hi 
Dorothy, how's business." 

Dorothy only smiled at Patty and said, "Fine Patty, I was just about 
to call you. This girl wants to have the spit in her." 

Patty went over to the girl and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Pat had 
had never been kissed by a strange girl before and felt slightly 
embarrassed. Patty, rubbing her pussy, and said, "So you like to ride the 
spit, I do myself" 

Pat, looked at Patty in surprise and asked, "Have you been on the 
spit?" 

Patty laughed and replied, "I only play around with it. You don't walk 
around and talk about it once you ride the spit." 

Pat thought about the spit ramming through her body and knew it did 
not matter if it did kill her. Pat felt her pussy ache as she thought 
about the spit. 

Patty led Pat to the cook house behind the restaurant. Pat stood 
frozen as she looked at the girls being cooked in various ways. It was 
hard for Pat to believe the delicious aroma of cooking meat were from 
humans. Patty turned to Pat and said, "Take off your clothes and we 
will get started." 

Pat hesitantly took off her clothes and stood naked in the large 
building. Patty Admired the body of Pat and notice dried blood around 
her pussy. She also noticed a drop of fresh blood, Patty went to Pat 
and dropped to her knees. She touched her tongue to the tiny drop of 
blood. Pat shivered at the touch of Patty's tongue on her tender 
pussy. 

Pat was not sure if she should push Patty away or not. She had never 
had another girl touch her like that. Pat was confused by the touch 
and wanted to pull away, but at the same time she was pushing her pussy 
at Patty's face. 

Still kneeling, Patty asked, "What did you do to make your pussy bleed, 
or is it that time of the month?" 

Pat nervously replied , "It was a butcher knife." 

Patty excitedly said, "I bet you bled a lot. I have never used a knife 
in my pussy, but bet it would feel good. The knife just would not fill 
me up like the spit, though." 

Patty stood and walked to the platform that held the spit and said,
"This is a lot of the girls favorite. You can ride the spit as far as 
you want, although, I have not seen one quit till it came out of her 
mouth." 

Pat climbed the stairs and looked at the spit. She stepped over it 
with the point barely touching her pussy. Pat eased her self down on 
the spit until only a few inches were in her pussy. Pat worked herself 
up and down on the spit. She then quickly pushed the spit in until it 
touched her cervix. She let out a squeal in pain as well as pleasure. 

Pat fucked the spit until there was blood running down her legs and the 
spit. Pat then stopped and stepped off the spit. She looked at Patty 
and said, "I didn't want to stop. I wanted to ram myself on the spit 
till I died, but I made myself stop. I don't want the pain to end. Is 
there anyway I can make the pleasure and pain last?" 

Patty thought for a moment and said, " You can sit on the spit and let 
gravity pull you down onto it. That would take several hours," 

Pat thought about it for a minute and said, "That would be nice, but I 
could not be fucked at the same time." 

Patty said in delight, "You can have the spit in your ass and that 
would leave your pussy open. I can work out the details and have 
everything ready for tonight. I also want you to be the main 
attraction at the restaurant tonight." 

Pat left with Patty for the farm house. She wanted to soak her aching 
and bleeding pussy so that she would be fresh for big event. Patty dropped 
the girl off at the farm house and went back to the cook house. She 
wanted to help Betty with a new recipe she was going to try out. 

Patty walked into the cook house and Betty was already there. Patty, 
glad to see her sister, asked, "Have you got everything ready?" 

Betty smiled and replied, "Just about ready here. If you will bring me 
one of the girls it will be a big help." 

Patty rushed off to get one of the waiting girls. She always loved to 
see the excitement on the girl's face when she was selected to be 
cooked. Patty brought the girl back as Betty was working hard on the 
dough. 

Betty had rolled out a six feet by four feet piece of dough. When 
Betty had the dough rolled to the correct thickness, she said to Patty, 
"Bring the girl over." 

The two sisters helped the girl onto the table and onto the dough. The 
girl laid down in the center of the dough. Patty took a short spit and 
eased it into the girl's pussy. She pushed the short spit until it had 
pierced her intestines and the tip rested in her stomach. A small amount 
of blood stained the white cornmeal and flour dough. The two sisters 
then rolled the dough around the girl and pinched the edges closed. 
With the dough tight around the girl she would have enough air for a 
few minutes. The dough covered girl with the stick protruding  from 
her pussy looked like a large corndog. 

They rushed to carry the dough covered girl to the large pot of 
boiling oil. They dropped the girl into the pot and watched as she 
wiggled slightly in the dough, straining to breath. The hot oil quickly 
made the dough start to thicken and rise. The heat quickly reached the 
girl and muffled screams could be  heard coming from the dough. 

Patty said excitedly, "I bet she is going to taste good. I can't 
wait." 

Betty looked in the pot as the girl bobbed up and  down in the hot oil 
and said, "She looks just like a corn dog. I think we will have to fix 
one of these the next time we have a belly butt carnival." 

After several minutes the two sisters took the breaded girl from the 
hot oil and laid her on a table. Patty pinched off a portion of the 
dough and a nipple and came off with it. She popped the breaded 
flesh in her mouth. Patty smiled as she said, "That's delicious sis, 
If it wasn't time for dinner, I would just eat all of her." 

Betty said, "I guess we had better get to the restaurant and get 
tonight's feast started." 

Patty said excitedly, "I am going back to the farm and get Pat, she is 
going to be the main attraction tonight." 

Patty drove quickly to the farm house, excited about the events 
planned for that evening. She walked in the farm house and Pat had 
just gotten out of the bath. Patty wanted to go to the wet naked girl 
and bury her face in her bruised pussy, but knew there would be time 
for that later. Still staring at Pat's naked body, Patty said, "you had 
better get dress, you wouldn't want to be late for your own spitting." 

Pat rushed to pull on a pair of shorts and a halter top and then 
Followed Patty to the truck. It did not take long for them to reach 
the restaurant where several customers were already seated. 

Pat watched as Betty had just finished spitting a pretty blonde headed 
girl. Pat felt her pussy get wet as she stared at the spit sticking 
from the girl's full lips. She walked over to the girl and let her 
hand run over the girls sweat covered face and the tip of the blood 
stained spit. Pat reached down with her other hand and rubbed her sore 
pussy. The stinging pain reminded her of earlier in the day when the 
spit tore into her pussy. This caused Pat to moan and have her first 
orgasm of the evening. 

Betty and Patty took the spitted girl away from Pat and placed her 
over the hot coals. Patty then took Pat by the hand and led her to a 
small platform. Pat noticed the platform was similar to the one in the 
cook house. Patty kissed Pat on the her lips sensuously and said, "It's 
your time now. You will get the thing you most desire." 

Pat walked up the short steps and stood straddle of the spit. She 
moved her ass until she felt the spit touch her asshole. Having the 
spit in her ass made Pat a little nervous. She had been fucked there a 
couple of times, but the cocks were no where as big as the spit. She 
rubbed her pussy to gather the flowing juices on her hand and rubbed 
them onto the tip of the spit to lubricate it. Pat bent her knees and 
let the spit slide a few inches into her ass. Pat moaned as the spit 
filled her ass to the point of almost tearing. 

Patty climbed onto the platform and knelt between the girl's legs. She 
could see the spit filling Pat's ass as she let her tongue snake out 
to lick her clit. Pat screamed, "Pleaseeee... eat me Patty, make me 
cum." 

In Pat's excitement she let her self slide farther down the spit. She 
screamed as the spit tore into her ass. Patty massaged her own pussy as 
she feverishly worked her tongue on Pat's clit. It didn't take long 
for Pat to scream as a large orgasm tore through her body. As Pat 
orgasmed, Patty pressed a button and the spit rose, lifting Pat's feet 
off the platform. The spit tore deeper into Pat's ass and entered her 
lower intestines. 

Patty stood and licked one of the girl's nipples as she said, "Just 
relax and enjoy the slow movement of the spit. The less you move the 
slower the spit will move." 

Pat looked slightly down at the young girl and said, "Thank you for 
everything you have done for me. You have made my greatest fantasy a 
reality." 

Patty felt pleased at having brought someone joy and walked down the 
steps to a table with several customers. She looked at a man seated 
there and said, "Would you like to fuck the girl on the spit." 

The man jumped up excitedly and said, "You bet I would." 

The man stripped off his clothes displaying his already hard cock. The 
man almost ran to the platform and quickly pushed his throbbing cock 
into Pat. Pat scream at having her pussy filled. Pat orgasmed again at 
having her ass and pussy filled at the same time. The man began to 
work his cock in and out of the tortured girl. The movement caused Pat to slip a few 
inches farther down on the spit. She felt the spit at it tore into her 
upper intestines. Pat could feel her pussy juices, mixed with blood, 
run down her thighs. 

Patty watched the sight on the platform and knew that one day she 
would have to ride the spit until death. Her passion was to the point 
that she never thought of much else. The sound of a voice tore Patty 
from her thoughts as it said, "You girls have done it again. This is 
one of the best shows I have seen yet," . 

Patty turned and said, "Thanks Dorothy, but we are just doing the 
things you have taught us." 

Dorothy smiled as she continued to watch the couple on the platform. 

The man filled Pat's pussy with his semen just as she screamed from 
another orgasm. All the excitement caused her to slip farther down on 
the spit and she screamed again as the spit ripped into her stomach. 
Pat dropped suddenly as the spit passed through the empty space of her 
stomach. The movement stopped suddenly as the spit hit hard against her 
esophagus. 

Pat felt the spit piercing her lower body and the pain that it caused. 
This only made her hornier. She reached down between her legs and felt 
the spit in her ass. She could feel the blood on her fingers. Pat kept 
her hand on the spit and placed the other on her soaking pussy, 
massaging her clit. She looked around the room and watched as the 
spitted girl turned slowly over the hot coals. Pat knew she would soon 
be over the same hot coals. 

Patty and Betty went to the girl turning over the coals. Betty stuck a 
fork into a thigh and said, "This one is done, we can go ahead and 
serve her." 

The two sisters lifted each end of the spit and carried the girl to a 
table. They began to slice off portions, placing them in plates. When 
all the plates were full, the two sisters took them around to the 
hungry customers. Patty knew by the time this one was all gone, Pat 
would be on the fire. 

The sight of the girl being carved and served, plus the action of her 
fingers brought Pat to another orgasm. As with the other orgasms she 
slipped more on the spit. Pat felt the spit slide slowly up her 
stretched esophagus. As the spit slipped past her heart she could feel 
the vibrations on the spit. The beat of her heart traveled through the 
spit and spread through her body. 

For a few minutes Pat forgot her pussy and concentrated on the spit. 
She could feel it slowly snaking its way through her esophagus. She 
felt as it touched the back of her throat. She started to gag and the 
jerking, causeing the spit to slip from her throat and into her mouth. 
The spit forced her mouth open as it grated past her teeth and out of 
her open mouth. Pat felt her feet touch the platform once more as her 
body slid slowly down the spit. Pat could see almost a foot of the 
spit pointing above her head. 

Pat felt tears run from her eyes, not in pain, but in happiness of 
finally having her dream come true. She raised a hand to feel the spit 
protruding from her mouth and began to play with her pussy with the other. 
She quickly orgasm, but this time the screams were silenced by the 
spit. 

Patty walked onto the platform and said to Pat, "You are the luckiest 
girl in the world. I would give anything to trade places with you. Now 
I am going to give you another pleasure." 

Patty took a knife into her hand and pressed it to the flat pierced 
belly. She pushed the knife into the belly and watched as blood formed 
around the blade. Patty could hear the muffled moans of Pat as she pulled 
the knife upwards, severing the delicate flesh and muscle. Patty 
worked the knife until Pat's stomach was cut from the ribs to her pussy. 

Patty pulled the guts from the open wound and then stuffed it with 
the potatoes that Betty had brought her. Once the cavity was filled, she sewed it 
closed with a course thread. 

Pat could feel every movement of Patty and loved every minute of it. 
With the pain from the spit, she barely noticed the pain as she was 
sliced open. Pat never wanted this day to end but knew that life was 
slowly flowing from her as each drop of blood from her body joined the 
pool on the platform underneath her. Just as Pat died she had a final 
orgasm. 

Patty and Betty worked the spit free of the platform and carried it to 
the pit. They placed Pat over the hot coals and she soon began to turn 
and slowly cook. 

Patty, Betty, and Dorothy stood at the far end of the room watching 
everything that was going on around them. They were pleased that 
another night had gone well and knew the customers would leave 
satisfied and full. Patty looked sadly at Betty and said, "I will miss 
Pat. She reminded me so much of myself. She made me realize how much I 
want to be spitted." 

Betty pulled her sister close and said, "I know you do, but we need 
your help too much now. I promise you that one day I will personally 
spit you myself." 

The thought of being spitted by her sister made Patty feel better. 
Patty hugged her sister and dreamed of the spit piercing her body.  

The End