Content contains campy cannibalism, not suitable for anyone under 18 years of age.

       Dorothy's Cooking School 
      

Dorothy sat reading her mail, there seem to be a lot of it these days. 
Most of the mail recently had been girls wanting her recipes. Dorothy 
felt a little embarrassed at her pride but thought herself a good 
cook. 

Patty came from the kitchen and sat down on one of the stools next to 
Dorothy. She picked up a couple of letters and read them. After 
reading Patty said, "Why don't you write a cook book, Dorothy." 

Dorothy smiled as she said, "My goodness, Patty. I have enough work 
around here without doing anything else." 

Patty knew that was true so did not press the matter. 

Dorothy got a dazed look in her eyes as a thought came to mind and 
said, "You and Betty know all of my recipes, why don't the two of you 
open a cooking school?" 

Patty's face lit up at the idea. Patty stood and said as she went to 
the phone, "That is a great idea. I have some ideas for it that would 
be perfect." 

Patty called Betty and told her of Dorothy's idea. Betty got as 
excited about it as Patty had. The two of them spent the next thirty 
minutes working out the details. As soon as Betty hung up the phone, 
Patty called the magazines that advertise for the diner and placed a 
new ad about the cooking school. When that was done Patty went over to 
Dorothy, kissed her on the cheek and said, "Thanks Dorothy, you are 
the greatest. The school will be the biggest thing to ever happen." 

In their spare time over the next week, the two girls worked on 
transforming a room in the restaurant into the cooking school. The 
room looked a little like the ones you might see in a high school home 
economics class. There were major differences though, the pots and 
frying pans were a lot bigger. the cutting table was big enough to 
hold a human body. There was also a  large pit for roasting a live 
girl. 

The day finally came to start the first class. Betty and Patty walked 
in the class room and there were nineteen girls ,nervously, sitting 
there. The two teachers were please at the number of girls to show up 
and they all would have been perfect for a roast. Betty had been with 
Dorothy so long she could spot a girl that wanted to be spitted, there 
were three of those in the class. 

Betty spoke to the class, "Hi everyone, i am glad to see so many here 
for our first cooking class. I am sure some of you will learn a lot. 
There is one thing I must tell you, all the meat we cook will come 
from this class. That means many of you will never live to graduate to 
maybe open your on restaurants." 

The girls all looked around at each other, wondering which will be the 
ones to die in the class room. Betty could see several smile at the 
thought of dying in the class. 

Betty continued talking, "One thing before we start, I will not ask 
for volunteers. I will select the girls to be mutilated and cooked." 
Betty pulls down a chart that is hanging on the wall. The chart has 
the drawing of a female form. The female form has lines dissecting it, 
marking the cuts of meat. Betty continues, "These lines show the 
places to cut to get the selected cuts of meat. if you follow this 
chart, you will always have the right cuts. I think the first thing we 
should do is let everyone have a taste of human meat. Is there anyone 
one here who has not tasted human flesh?" 

All the girls raised their hands except one. Betty looked at the 
pretty young girl and asked, "So you have tasted human meat, do you 
want to tell us about it?" 

The girl stood, slightly nervous at talking in front of a group. She 
looked around the room and said, "I am Mary Ann and my father spitted 
and cooked my mother a couple of years ago for a fourth of July 
barbecue. It was very exciting and the meat tasted wonderful." 

Betty said to Marry Ann, "That is wonderful, you should do well in 
this class." Betty then asked all the girls in the room to take off 
their clothes and said, "It always a good idea to inspect the meat for 
the right texture for the particular type of cooking that is going to 
be done. Right now I am going to roast a leg so that the others might 
get their first taste of human meat." 

Patty walked through the group of naked girls, stopping occasionally 
to squeeze a girl's upper thigh. She  noticed several of the girl's 
pussys were dripping with excitement. Patty stopped at one pretty girl 
with long brown hair. She looked her in the eye and then took the 
girl's hand and led her to the front of the class room. 

Betty said to Patty, "Excellent choice." Betty then said to the class, 
"You see the fullness of her thighs, they are perfect for roasting 
alone. Just one of those thighs will be plenty for everyone to eat." 

Patty helped the girl onto the butcher block table top. The girl laid 
down on the cool wood of the table. Betty and Patty noticed the girl's 
nipples getting hard as she lay there. The two teachers new this girl 
had dreamed of this moment all of her life. 

Betty took a large meat cleaver and placed the sharp edge at an angle 
to the girls thigh. Betty said to the class, "The trick here is to get 
as much of the thigh possible. You make the cut at the same angle as 
the hip moves, cutting through the joint. This makes it possible to 
make the cut with one chop." 

Betty raised the cleaver till it was even with her head. She let the 
cleaver fall, striking her mark perfectly. The clever sliced easily 
through the tender flesh and the hard bone. Blood flew from the place 
where the leg was once attached. The girl screamed from the intense 
pain. Patty moved quickly to stop the flow of blood. Patty said to the 
class, "If a girl is to be cooked in parts, such as this one, you must 
be very careful to keep them alive." 

After Patty had stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound. She then 
helped her back to her seat. Betty held up the severed leg for all to 
see and said, "The first thing is to wash the meat carefully." Betty 
smiled as she noticed the calluses on the bottom of the foot. She 
could tell this girl had walked a lot bare footed. 

Once the leg and foot was cleaned Betty laid it on the table. She 
brushed the leg heavily with butter. Patty then came over and took the 
leg and placed it on the grill that sat in the corner of the room. 
There was a slight hissing sound as the leg touched the hot grill. The 
smell of cooking flesh immediately filled the room. Patty looked at 
the class and said, "With a good full thigh such as this you must keep 
the heat low as to not burn the meat. The lower part of the leg is not 
as full and will cook a lot faster so keep most of the coals under the 
thigh." 

Betty watched as the girl, from which the leg came,  sat there with a 
smile on her face. She knew this girl had fantasies of losing a limb 
so she had to feel she was in a dream right now. Betty looked back at 
the class and said, "While the leg is cooking I will demonstrate the 
proper gutting technique." 

Patty began her walk around the room once more. She stopped by a girl 
and looked down at the seat between her legs. There was a puddle of 
the girl's juices on the wooden seat. Patty took the girl by the hand 
and led her to the front of the class. Betty dropped to her knees and 
licked the flow of juices from the girl's sex. The girl let out a soft 
moan as Patty's tongue touched her clit. Patty began to work her 
tongue quickly on the tender clit till the girl screamed with a huge 
orgasm. Patty then stood, with the girl's love juices covering her 
face, and said, "This is an important part of the class. You must 
always have pleasure with the experience of cooking." 

Betty continued the gutting demonstration, saying, "The two best 
positions for gutting is either hung by the ankles or laying down." 
Betty had the girl lay down on the floor. She then took a rope that 
hung from the ceiling. At the end of the rope were two large hooks. 
Betty held the hooks up to the class and said, "You can tie the rope 
to the ankles but I find the hooks are a lot quicker, sometimes the 
knots can be hard to remove." 

Betty lifted one of the girl's ankles. With a quick motion she pushed 
the hook through the girl's ankle, just behind the achilles tendon. 
The girl screamed in pain but also had an orgasm at the same time. 
Betty quickly pushed another hook through the girl's other ankle. 
Patty and Betty pulled the rope till the girl was hanging upside down. 
The girl's long red hair hung in a straight line, barely touching the 
floor. 

Betty moved to the girl and let her hand slide slowly down the girl's 
flat stomach. The suspension pushed the already slim stomach of the 
girl in even more. Betty took a knife and placed it just above the 
girl's pubic bone and said, "When the meat is hung upside down it is 
best to start here. If she was laying down I would start the cut just 
below the breast bone. The cut can be made slow or fast depending on 
the time and how long you want to draw out the pain for the victim." 

Betty pushed the knife into the abdomen of the young girl. Blood 
quickly poured from the wound and ran down the body of the girl. Betty 
began to slide the knife down the slim stomach. The girl screamed in 
pain. The screams filled the room and took on an almost erie sound. 
The blood ran in a large stream down the girl, over her medium size 
breast, and trailed off her chin in a large puddle on the floor. As 
the wound got larger the organs tried to force their way out of her 
body. It did not take Betty long to finish cutting her to the breast 
bone. The screams stopped as suddenly as they started. Betty made 
herself look away from the bloody girl and at the class as she said, 
"Once the you have made the cut, the organs must be pulled out and cut 
away." 

Betty pushed her hand inside the girl and began to tug at her womb and 
intestines. At Betty's touch the girl orgasm a final time with her sex 
organs intact. Betty cut away the organs and let them fall into a tub 
that Patty had placed in front of the girl. Once all the organs were 
removed Betty held open the empty cavity of the girl's abdomen for the 
class to see how carefully everything was removed. She then said to 
the class, "Now is the time that you begin the stuffing. Normally I 
would have the girl lying down for this but for demonstration purposes 
only I will leave her hanging." 

Patty brought in a large pan of potatoes, carrots, and onions. Betty 
began to fill the bloody cavity with the vegetables. She could not get 
all of them in because of the girl's position. Once she had as many 
vegetables as possible in the girl Betty began the suture 
demonstration. She threaded a large needle with a large course cotton 
thread. Betty began to stitch  the stuffed abdomen closed as she said, 
"Neatness does not count here. The main thing is to get enough 
stitches in to make sure none of the vegetables leak out. It can also 
be a good idea to stitch the pussy closed also." Betty continued with 
a slight laugh, "If you don't the vegetables may fall out of her 
pussy." 

Betty and Patty untied the rope and let the girl down from her hanging 
position till she was laying on the floor. Patty helped the girl 
stand. She stood there with the her belly protruding, looking almost 
like she was pregnant. The force of the vegetables inside the girl 
threaten to rip the sutures that held them in place. Betty patted the 
girl's protruding belly and said, "You can take your seat for now." 

The girl walked slowly, with Patty's help, to her seat. As she walked 
a potato stopped from her pussy and fell onto the floor. All the girls 
stared at her wide eyed as she walked past them. The girl took her 
seat and held her hands under the extended belly as if supporting it. 

Betty turned her attention from the gutted girl back to the class and 
said, "Now the part of the class that everyone has been waiting for, 
the spitting." 

Several of the girls in the class smiled hoping they would be picked. 
Patty began her walk around the room once again. She stopped at 
several girls as if teasing them. She then stopped at a pretty blonde 
that was slim but but fleshy. Patty took her by the hand and led her 
to the front of the class. The girl looked at Patty and said in a near 
whisper, "Thank you for picking me." 

Patty turned to the blonde girl and kissed her passionately on her 
lips. Patty kneeled on the floor and began to lick at the girls pussy 
and passion bud. As Patty pleasured, the soon to be spitted girl, 
Betty continued talking to the class and said, "The spitting is one of 
the hardest and most delicate procedures that you will ever do." 

Betty walked over and took the long spit that was leaning in a corner 
of the room. It was about eight feet long. She carried the spit to 
where she had been standing and continued, "You will notice the spit 
has a blunt point. The spit should not be too sharp at the point or it 
may damage the body along the way. We do have machines to do the 
spitting but I prefer doing it by had, especially if you are just 
learning. It also seems to be more romantic when done by had. 

The girl moaned from the pleasure that Patty was giving her pussy, but 
kept her eyes on the spit. She knew the long pole would soon replace 
Patty's tongue and pierce her body. The thought of this caused the 
girl to explode in a huge orgasm. Everyone in the room shifted their 
focus away from Betty to the moaning girl. 

Patty stood and then led the girl to the table. Patty helped the girl 
onto the table and had her lay on her back. Patty pushed the girl's 
knees up and then apart, exposing her pussy for everyone to see. Patty 
then looked at Mary Ann and pointed to another girl and motioned for 
them to come to the front. Patty said to the girls, "You are to do the 
spitting, Betty and myself will be here to guide you." 

Betty handed the spit to Mary Ann and said, "You will be the leader of 
the exercise since you have a little experience." 

Mary Ann, with the other girl following her, walk around the girl on 
the table till she was facing her pussy. Mary Ann could see the girl's 
pussy, still wet from her orgasm. Mary ann could tell the girl was not 
for away from another orgasm. Mary Ann, with the girl's help lifted 
the spit and placed the blunt point into the girl's wet pussy. The 
girl jump slightly from the cold steel as it entered her hot pussy. 
Mary ann began began to fuck the girl's pussy with the the spit, each 
time pushing it farther in. 

The girl moaned in pleasure as the two inch in diameter spit fucked 
her pussy. She felt an orgasm approaching and knew it would be a large 
one. When the spit hit her cervix she exploded in another orgasm. The 
pleasure of the orgasm soon joined the pain in her body as the spit 
tore into her cervix. The girl screamed as she felt the spit tear into 
her body. Through the pleasure and pain her mind thought how she had 
wanted this from the first day she ever first heard of being spitted 
and cooked alive. 

Mary Ann and the girl continued pushing the spit deeper into the 
girl's body as Patty move to kiss the girl on the table. Betty move to 
kiss and suck at the girl's huge nipples. It took all the strength the 
girls had to push the spit through the organs. 

The girl that had been gutted sat in her seat with her hand over her 
pussy. In part to keep the vegetables from falling out of her pussy 
and to play with her clit. She soon orgasm, she was surprised to find 
the sensation not much different from before. The only thing she could 
feel that was very different was that a potato popped out of her pussy 
instead of her normal flow of juices. 

The girl being spitted relished the pleasure Patty and Betty were 
giving her, but the spit tearing through her body was her main 
interest and desire. The girl laid her hand on her belly just below 
her navel. She could feel the hardness of the spit against her hand. 
She wanted this feeling to last forever but knew it wouldn't. 

Mary ann continued to push the spit deeper into her body. She felt a 
sudden stoppage of the spit as it hit the girl's stomach. The two 
girls pushed with all their might till the spit burst through and into 
the girl's stomach. Blood was seeping from the girl's pussy and onto 
the table. 

The girl winced as the spit tore into her stomach and then there was 
no pain at all. She felt as if she had just eaten a huge meal. She 
burped suddenly and then felt a hot liquid in her mouth, She tasted 
her own blood for the first time and liked the taste. She could feel 
Patty's tongue in her mouth as if lapping at the blood. 

Mary ann looked around the room and saw that every girl in the class 
was masturbating. She wished her hands were free so she could play 
with her own pussy. Betty's voice brought Marry Ann back to what she 
was doing as she said, "Now work the spit slowly in a circle till you 
feel it drop into a small hole, this will be her esophagus." 

Mary ann did as she was instructed and felt the spit move forward 
slightly as it entered the end of the girl's esophagus. Marry Ann 
began to push the spit once again. The girl behind her was mostly 
supporting the spit's length by this time. 

The girl felt the spit enter her esophagus. It pushed at her chest 
making it feel as if it was going to burst open from the pressure. She 
felt the spit slide slowly into her chest. She could feel her heart 
pounding against the intruder in her body. She knew the spit would 
soon pierce her whole body. The thoughts and feel of this made her 
orgasm once again. She tried to buck with the orgasm but the spit held 
her still. She then felt the spit touch the back of her throat. She 
started to gag as if trying the throw it up. She felt someone tilt her 
head back and the spit entered her throat and push against her teeth, 
forcing her mouth wide open. She could feel the blooded steel against 
her lips. She watched as the spit slid out of her mouth till there was 
a couple of feet sticking out. Her breathing had stopped as the spit 
had entered her mouth but she had not noticed at first. She began 
gasping for air with no chance of breathing with the spit in her. The 
girl knew at this point she was going to die. Then she felt a sharp 
sting on her throat, as Betty made a cut, and air once more flowed 
into her lungs. 

Betty pulled the scalpel away from the spitted girl's throat and said 
to the class, "With the spit blocking her airway it is necessary to 
open a passage for her to breath. If you do not do this the girl will 
die quickly and no one wants that. Now that the spitting is done you 
can gut the girl and stuff her or cook her just as she is. Since we 
have already done the gutting exercise we will move on to the cooking 
portion. But before we do this the stabilizers must be inserted." 

Betty lowered the girl's legs till they were lined up with a hole in 
the spit. She took a rod about three feet in length and very sharp on 
the end. She pressed the rod into the muscle and flesh just below the 
girl's knee. Everyone could hear a muffled scream come from the 
spitted girl. Betty continued pushing the rod till it came out the 
other side of the girl's leg. She guided the rod through a hole in the 
spit and then through the girl's other leg. She then slid a ring with 
a long pointed rod onto the spit. Betty placed the point of the rod 
against the girl's ass hole. she pushed the rod deep into the girl's 
ass, causing more blood to flow from her ass. She then tighten the 
screws on the stabilizer, holding the rod in place. 

Patty said to the class, if everyone will follow us to the kitchen we 
will begin." 

Mary Ann and the other girl lifted the spit and carried it as they 
followed Patty. Betty stayed behind to help the gutted girl to the 
kitchen. Once there Mary Ann and the other girl placed the spit over 
the hot coals of the huge barbecue pit. Patty attached a coupling to 
the spit, pressed a switch and the spit began to rotate over the hot 
coals. 

Betty opened up a huge oven and pulled out a rack which held a large 
roasting pan. She had the gutted girl kneel on the pan and then tied 
her hands behind her back and then to her ankles, pulling the rope 
tight.  Betty then pushed the rack holding the girl into the oven, 
kissed the girl, and closed the door. Betty said to the class as she 
turned on the oven, "I am going to start the heat at 250 degrees. The 
lower temperature will allow the girl to enjoy the experience longer. 
As soon as she begins to cook the temperature should be increased to 
325." 


The girl in the oven watched as the oven glowed a dull red as the 
heating units came on. She could feel the heat against her face first. 
Her only regret was that she could not have her hands free to play 
with her aching pussy. It did not take long for the heat in the oven 
to become stifling. She could now feel the heat of the pan against her 
knees. Soon she Felt her legs start to burn. She moaned in pleasure as 
the burning pain ran through her legs. She knew soon her whole body 
would feel the burning pain. Suddenly she notice steam begin to rise 
from the pan. she knew her legs had blistered and burst open. The girl 
the felt a burning over her whole body just like the time she stayed 
too long on the nude beach. She remember how she has cursed herself 
for that. This time the burning was going to be a lot worse but only 
this time she would not curse herself but give thanks for the chance 
of being cooked alive and eaten. 

Thirty minutes later the girl in the oven watched as blisters burst 
all over her body and turned to steam. She could smell the delightful 
aroma of her cooking flesh as she lost consciousness never to awaken 
again. 

The girl on the spit watched as the world turned around her. The heat 
from the coals burned her skin as each side faced them. She would have 
screamed, if it had been possible, when her hair suddenly caught fire 
and burned quickly away. She watched as blisters formed on her skin 
and then burst. The girl watched the small plumes of steam drifted 
upwards as the liquid from the blisters hit the hot coals. She then 
heard Betty's voice and for some strange reason was still interest in 
what she had to say. The girl laughed at the thought that she was 
still a part of the class, at least till her flesh had been consumed 
at the graduation ceremonies. 

Betty said with pride to the class, "All of you girls have learned a 
lot today. It will take some practice to do everything right so that 
is why we will do the final exercise in here as we watch your 
graduation dinner cook. I want all of you girls to pair off. You 
decide as a group who will be your partner." 

The girls began to talk among each other. Soon they were scattered 
around the kitchen in pairs. Betty noticed there was and odd number and 
three were standing together. One of those three was Mary Ann. Betty 
said to Mary Ann, " It is not necessary for you to participate in 
this exercise ." 

Mary Ann move to stand next to Patty and Betty. Betty continued 
telling the girls, "Between the pairs you decide who is to be spitted. 
The other girl is to do the spitting. This is your first chance to do 
the spitting for yourselves. If the girl dies before she is placed 
over the coals you fail the class." 

Each pair of girls began to talk to one another. In a couple of the 
pairs arguments broke out as to who would be the one spitted. It seems 
both of the girls wanted to be spitted. Soon all the pairs had made 
their decisions. Patty handed out eight spits to the girls. 

Patty, Betty and Mary Ann took a seat to watch the mass spitting. None 
of the three girls had seen so many people spitted at one time. Betty 
whispered something to Patty and she nodded her head. Betty turned to 
Mary Ann and said, "You did wonderful in the spitting and you seem to 
enjoy it so much. Patty and myself would like for you to come to work 
here." 

Mary Ann became ecstatic and said, "That would be wonderful, I would 
love that. But you do know that I want to be spitted someday." 

Betty said with a smile, "I know and so does Patty. Maybe someday I 
will double spit the two of you." 

This made Patty nd Mary Ann both smile as the two looked at each 
other. Patty moved to sit next to Mary Ann and began to kiss her 
passionately as eight girls were being spitted around them. The two 
girl's moans joined those of the spitted girls. 

That night there was a huge feast for the graduating class. They ate 
heartily on their former class mates. All of the girls graduated but 
one. She had missed her girl's esophagus and the spit passed through 
the girl's heart. They watched as the failing student was being 
spitted as the graduating class ate. 


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