The sun set over the little trailer behind the filling station; the late summer air perfumed with a myriad of scents. Fresh cut grass and wildflowers released their ichor into the evening breeze, perfectly complimenting the rich aromas of homemade mashed potatoes, warm bread fresh out of the oven, delicious summer vegetables drenched in vinaigrette dressing that rested on the picnic tables set behind the humble lodgings.
Overpowering it all was the rich scents of fresh roasted pork and newly spilled cum. The quiet of the night was broken by the groans of sexual release from the man at the head of the table, coaxed out in time to splashes of semen from his spurting dick.
“Uhh…uhhh…UHHHHHH!!. YES…FUCKING…PIGGIES….uhhh!”
He stood, his hand around his turgid length, aroused beyond words at the sight of the delectable dinner before him; joining the aromas swirling about the evening air was a lovely chorus, the moans and soft grunting of the still-living long-pigs who still tried to free themselves from their bonds, to no avail— albeit weakly. A few hours in a hot oven tends to do strange AND painful things to a girl’s muscles...Ashley and Tabria could testify to that. The spits buried betwixt the jiggling cheeks of their oven-roasted asses aided the devices where their heads rested in holding their ample, sizzling frames in mid-air above a pair of drip pans.
The hated poles shoved halfway through their bodies still rammed an S.O.S of screaming torment to each of their brains. It was a contest of sorts of who had the worst of it. Tabria was positioned face down, and with her view, could see the molten fat and juice that dripped from her body and how it puddled in the pan beneath her. Ashley’s sight faced heaven-ward, looking anywhere and at anything but the oven-crisped pieces of bacon—and former nipples—that topped her sopping wet, golden brown teats. The unfortunate supermodels were drowning in a sea of pain and would have filled the night sky with the sounds of their screams—If they were still capable of screaming.
The only thing preventing such a song were their teeth, buried to the hilt in a pair of Red Rome's.
Despite the dulling of most of her senses, Ashley Graham managed to weakly glare at the store clerk that had attacked her and her friend, taken the squirming, chunky women out back into the back rooms of the ramshackle gas station, raped them in every way, in all three of the holes in their bodies that lent themselves to such a vile act…and was just about to put the capper on the slow, torturous process of murdering them by cooking and eating the supermodels alive. She had also been witness to his frantic jerk-off session; he’d cum so hard that a glob of his seed managed to sail over half the table and land in the valley between her well-cooked mammaries.
Thinking back, Ms. Graham could not help that this did not need to happen…would not have happened if they had just driven for another ten miles to a Speedway.
Or if their rapist-slash-cook-nee-killer hadn’t been equal parts clumsy idiot and disgusting pervert.
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“Are you we didn’t miss the turn-off?,” Tabria glumly asked, looking at the well-fed brownette in the driver’s seat from the corner of her eye. Ashley was in no mood for the other girl’s bullshit. “No!..I don’t know! UGHH!! Would you shut up about that already! Jesus Christ…”
“Now I know why they tell you not to be on your phone when you’re driving,” the chunky Black girl replied snarkily.
The two corpulent models were due to be at a photoshoot for a swimsuit magazine two and a half hours ago in the Florida Everglades, but due to joys of human error, most of that time had been spent arguing as they got completely lost in what could be lovingly called “Redneck Country.” And when Murphy laid down his law, he truly laid it down—the AC in the car they rented slowly choked until it died altogether, and even with all four windows rolled down, the girls’ bodies drooled moisture like they were in a sauna…and not all of it was mere sweat. It was almost as if the Florida heat was cooking them, as their faces, bare thighs, and cleavage shined with droplets of ichor forced from their bodies. The girls were lucky enough to be wearing the minimum amount of clothing. Tabria’s breasts were trapped within a pink tee a size too small for her, forcing the tops of her tender teats to peek out of the vee of the shirt and White hot-pants that left little to the imagination concerning her beefy bottom. Ashely wore a pair of denim shorts that struggled to not burst out with the ass-flesh contained within them and White blouse tied off under her impressive bosom. The water drawn from their bodies was just the right amount of copious to reveal to anyone a little secret—neither of them were wearing a brassiere.
Desperate for even the slightest bit of cool air—and to get the Hell away from each other—the almost derelict gas station was a half-assed Godsend. And it was not much of one; the station wasn’t much cooler than the swampland outside, and its stock left something to be desired—almost as if it hadn’t been replenished in years. Judging from the designs on the solitary bag of Doritos, it may have been sometime in the late 1970s, which said something about the freshness of the package’s contents. The soda cooler didn’t bolster the girls’ prospects of finding something to quench their thirst, either—and the odds of what they would find within it being cold enough to be enjoyed were even less.
A single box fan did what it could to cool the air around the snoring clerk behind the counter, his right hand resting inside of his pants and a PLAYBOY magazine barely held in his left. He wasn’t altogether attractive or ugly, packed with the smattering of muscle one would expect from a “Good Ol’ Boy.” Other than that, he was just sort of plain, his shirt completely opened at the front, a faded “Joey” embroidered on the upper left side a mop of dirty brown hair fluttering in the small blasts of artificial air. It also appeared the fan in the store wasn’t doing a particularly good job of keeping him cool, as trickles of sweat dripped drown his face, into the hollow of his throat and spilled over his pale, pink nippled chest.
“Oh, my God—just…ew!,” Tabria groaned as she and Ashley approached the station’s lone employee. The heat trapped within the building enhanced every smell within it, with the aroma of sex taking center-stage, wafting from the boy’s crotch.
Approaching the counter imperiously, Ashley smashed her hand onto the dingy call bell, it’s chimes yanking the boy out of his slumber and startling him. Losing his balance on the stool, he tumbled to the floor with a crash. His humiliation was amplified when he saw who had kicked him out of Dreamland, looking up into Ashley’s disgusted hazel eyes…and down to the sweat-stained sweater puppies wrapped tight in the almost transparent shirt she wore. He hoped she wouldn’t notice his appraisal of her plump chest-fruit. She did. “Hey! My eyes are up here, shit head,” the brownette growled.
“Sorry ‘bout that, ma’am,” Joey sheepishly replied, “I’m still a little dis-com-bob-ulated…”
“Maybe y’all wouldn’t be on the floor if y’all didn’t have your hand in yer pants,” Tabria chimed in mockingly.
“And I’m not a goddamn ma’am, asshole!,” Ashley fumed, “do you have anything in this dump that’s edible?”
There was—for the briefest of moments—a dark shine in the boy’s eyes as the model berated him. Not that the women noticed. Had they been more careful, they certainly would have noticed the dull expression of his face turn somewhat sinister…and gotten out of the store as fast as their feet could carry them.
Alas, the curse of hindsight. Woulda, coulda, really fuckin’ SHOULDA!
“There might be somethin’ in the back here,” Joey grumbled, miming picking up something with the hand that had been stroking himself, ”I could go back there an’ see…”
The thought of having to eat something that had been touched by that hand did not set well with either girl, and—from the looks of things—if this place did have a bathroom…Ashley visibly shuddered at the thought. “We’ll all help ourselves, sir,” the brownette sneered, grabbing Tabria by the hand and dragging her along.
“Hey, why do I have to come with you?!,” the Black girl griped.
“Because I’m not carrying out stuff for the both of us, you lazy bitch,” Ashley snapped back as both women strode past the clerk on their way to the storage room. Once the girls were out of sight, a sadistic smile filled Joey’s face. Quietly, he snuck from around the counter to the window, flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED, and locked the door. Before he joined the girls in the storage room, he reached for a well-worn Louisville Slugger and went in, locking that door behind him as well.
If anyone had been outside, they would have heard yelling…followed by a dull CLUNK. The screaming that came after that would end the same way.
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Ashely awoke to a throbbing pain in her skull, and found herself lying down on a cold, concrete floor. She could feel a wetness on the left side of her scalp and tried to reach up to see what it was. It was then she realized she’d been bound, her arms tied tightly behind her curvy frame. It was an effort to lift her legs in her position, but realized she couldn’t do much with them, either. Like her wrists, her ankles had been bound together as well. Just then, she felt a bit of a draft, and looked down at her chest. Whatever struggle took place between her and her attacker, her right breast had been freed from its constraints. It was still slick with sweat and the slightest hint of melted fat that had been drawn out of it by the balmy Florida heat. To add insult to injury, the dusky pink nipple atop it grown had grown hard with the chill of the air, the plump nubbin seemingly mocking her.
I knew he was a creep, the brownette thought to herself. I hope that fat ass Tabria went out and got some help… “Ash…Ashley…W-what’s going on?”
There went that idea, Ashley moaned. “What the Hell does it look like, dummy?!” She angrily turned her head to see that Tabria was much in the same state she was in—the only exception was both of her “girls” were still in her shirt. “We’re going to be raped by some fucking hillbilly!!”
Whatever reply working its way up the Black girl’s throat died when said assailant strode merrily into the room. “Damn right you are, Fatso,” chortled Joey as he pulled out a dusty red pocketknife and knelt down next to Ashley, “but that’s only gonna be the beginning!” Seeing the brownette’s state of undress, he laughed, “Oh, look! That cutie wants some attention,” and proceed to poke and prod at Ashley’s turgid nipple with the blade. Licking his lips, he placed the knife back in his pocket and firmly gripped the warm milk bag, squeezing and kneading the heavy mound of flesh to his content…and Ashley’s disgust. Giggling, he placed his ear down near the blood-filled breast bud, as if it were talking to him.
“UGHH!! Stop touching me, you piece of shit or I’ll…,”Ashley snarled, stopped mid-sentence with a hard smack to the face that sent her head crashing back against the concrete floor.
“T’aint polite to interrupt a body while they’re talking, you fucking cow,” the clerk growled before returning to his conversation with the whimpering woman’s nipple. “What’s that, sugar? Y’all want me to play with ya? And with my mouth?,” he laughed. “I don’t know—your ‘mama’ might not like it.”
Ashley grunted as she tried to move away, only to be yanked back into place and slapped again for good measure. Next to her, Tabria did her best to hold back her terrified sobs.
Sensing that he wasn’t going to have to divert his attention any time soon with either girl, he went on. “What’s that now?,” he continued with a smile, “y’all don’t give a fuck what she wants? Well, let’s have at it!”
Opening his drooling mouth as wide as he could, he dove upon Ashley’s plump tit and slurped as much of it into his mouth as he could, then drew up his lips to lock them around her rock-hard nipple.
The squirming mass of supermodel flesh underneath him found her voice once more, her face contorted in rage. “MOTHERFUCKER!,” she yelped, “get the FUCK off me!!” Devoting his attention to the morsel in his mouth, Joey lathed his tongue over the hard little nubbin, reveling in the texture of the bite-sized chunk of breast-meat, slathering it each time with a fresh dollop of lust-driven saliva. “Stop, stop, STOP YOU BASTARD!!,” the beefy brownette sobbed as she tried to wriggle away.
Her assailant merely laughed in her face, “With titties that taste as good as yours?,” he tutted before his mouth was full again, “I don’t fucking think so!” Joey shuddered as he enjoyed the flavor of the woman’s breastflesh, every now and then biting down on the meaty, mammy mouthful to enjoy the spongy feel of her boob.
Every bite brought out another scream of either “NO! STOP!” or “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! UGHH!!” It was music to his ears. As a bonus, he got to experience the hardened bud at its summit being ground against the roof of his mouth. Spittle ran like tiny rivers from the clerk’s mouth, into the valley between Ashley’s bosom, and down her belly to pool at her navel. The demands from his unwilling lover, despite her disgust at the mess he was making with her chest, began to take on a lusty, somewhat hungry tone. Fucking cunnie is startin’ to enjoy this, Joey sneered around his mouthful, might as well make this a little bit more interestin’!!
She may not have shown it, but Ashley was disappointed when her breast was finally freed from her rapist’s mouth with a POP!, but she did her best to hide it. “Awww, is the widdle baby all done suckin’ on Mamma?,” she slurred, making a poor attempt at being grossed out, made even more pathetic as she was dizzy with despair and drunk with unwanted lust.
“Bitch,” the clerk snarled, his face pressed to hers, “I’m just gettin’ started with your big, fuckin’ ass!” Yanking the rest of the brownette’s flimsy blouse open, he dove upon her other teat, sucking and biting at the café au lait hued mound with the same fervor he did with its twin. As he suckled her, Joey moved his hands to the model’s love handles, kneading the flabs of fat before moving inward to slap at her jiggling belly. While his left hand found its way back to her corresponding breast, his right snaked downward to rub at her still clothed crotch.
Ashley mewled as he pawed at her cunt, “N-no…noooo! G-get away from…UGHHH!” Joey soon began drawing both sensual moans from the model’s mouth and honeyed moisture from between her nether lips, enough to soak through her panties and pool into the vee into her cut-offs. His mouth still full of areolae and nipple, his hands fumbled with the button and zipper of her shorts, popping the former loose and dragging the latter down to reveal her drenched underwear, sopping wet with a tasty mix of sweat, fat, and gooey pussy cream. None of this was lost on the supermodel—she mumbled a half- hearted “Fucking hate you, I fucking hate you…,” as she felt her sexual essence drooling from the vee of her legs and dribbling into a sizable puddle beneath her titanic rear.
Joey chortled as he gawked at the mess between Ashley’s luscious, sticky thighs, “Hell, slut, ya coulda fooled the fuck outta me!,” as the rich scent of her unwilling arousal wafted into the clerk’s nostrils. His eyes rolled back in his head from the pleasure her aroma filled him with, making him more and more hungry for the taste of the model’s steamy snatch, “let’s see what yer hidin’ from me down there!” A hard rip and Ashley’s shaved pussy was fully revealed—it’s stubbled flesh Whiter than the rest of its owner due to the lack of tanning, practically glazed with its own honey. “As dee-fuckin’-licious as the two of you are,” he said, giving the girl’s teats one last bite each, “I think it’s time I played with Kitty!” Wriggling down Ashley’s plump frame, he placed open mouth kisses down her abdomen, teasingly calling, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty! Here kitty, kitty, kitty!” He laughed wholeheartedly as he reached her pelvis, “There you are KITTY!!,”as he tore at the weakened material of her shorts and spread her plump, heavy legs apart.
The disgusted brownette moaned a low “Fucking bastard” at the proceedings. “S-stay…away…,”Ashley sniffled as she wriggled to no avail as her rapist opened his mouth wide. Sticking out his tongue as far as he could, he thrust his hungry face into the drooling slit in-between the vee of her legs. “NAHH! NOOO! G-GET AWAY FROM ME—AHHHHHH!!,” the model shrieked as the clerk’s mouth muscles went spelunking in her crotch. Horny despite how she got that way, the brownette thrust her hips upward, pleading, “S-stop…stop…Oh, GOD!! DON’T STOP!!!,” seemingly desperate to get as much of the country boy’s tongue inside her wriggling, sticky snatch as possible. She could feel the warm muscle rubbing against the slick, creamy walls of her fuck-box, lapping at her walls, pulling away gobs of gooey love honey away from them and into his hungry mouth. “Eat me…eat me… eat me…FUCKING EAT ME!!,” the model wept; both at the fact that she was being raped and that she was finally getting her pussy eaten the way she’d always wanted. She got no complaints from her rapist, who pulled away from her oozing cunt long enough to release a loud BURP!—and returned to hungrily attack her love tunnel. Shit, he thought to himself, she tastes so good! I wonder, his eyes eying her right thigh with a look that belied a different kind of hunger, how good the rest of her will taste?, as he continued to lick and tug at her meaty labia.
Her plumpened clitoris got some much-needed attention from the boy’s nose, as he took every chance he could to rub his proboscis against her love button. “Oooh…yesss!,” the model moaned at the sensation, waves of pleasure racing from the button of meat through her body and into her brain, “right th-there…uhhhhh!” Then, when she expected it the least, Joey pulled away from her cunt and, like a rattlesnake, struck at the plump morsel of horny woman flesh resting in the arch of her vagina, sinking his teeth into the nubbin. “UGHHHH-RARGHHH-AAAAHHH!,” Ashley shrieked, the sound a mix of equal parts pain and pleasure, cumming like a geyser, leaving Joey’s face soaking wet with essence of Plus Sized Slut.
“Hot damn, bitch!,” the country boy crowed, wiping the cream from his face with the back of his hand, and licking the tangy goo off with fervor, “how long has it been since you got laid?!”
“None of your fucking business,” the woman moaned, trying and failing to glare at him. The lack of oxygen was beginning to take a toll on her mind, leaving her sex-starved body in charge. What happened next didn’t disgust her as much as it should have…it was almost as if she wanted it to happen.
Finally deciding that Ashley shouldn’t be the only one in her current state of undress, the clerk shrugged off his shirt and yanked his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. Released from its confines, his hard, fat ten-inch dick sprung free, wet and sticky from both his masturbation session before the girls arrived and from making out with the bitchier of the two. “Well now,” Joey replied smoothly, “it’s about time you learned what it feels like to have a dick shoved in you again,” chuckling darkly, he added, “an’ I’m gonna be your teacher for today!” No sooner did the words leave his lips, he fell upon the brownette, drawing an “OOMPH!” from the girl, and began slowly sawing his cock through her soaked cunt lips as he gripped her fulsome bottom. “Mmmm…these lips of yours feel real good on me, nice and soft and wet on a man,” he moaned. “You know,” he said, eyeing another pair of lips—the ones on her face, “I ain’t even kissed you yet…let’s fix that!”
“Eww…no…d-don’t..,” Ashley started, only to have the tongue that had just been swirling around the walls of her box shoved down her throat. There was a sweet spiciness to the flavor of it that at once disgusted the model—Ugh…it tastes like my pussy!—and titillated her—Mmmm…Oh GOD!, it tastes like my sweet, yummy pussy! Ahhhh… Meanwhile, Joey took pleasure in the feel of her body bucking against his, her cunt leaving his dick wet with warm honey. The sensation was exquisite, but the country boy wanted more than that.
“Nicey nice time’s over, fatso,” Joey moaned, holding the squirming model as still as he could, “time to get this party a’ goin’…RIGHT…FUCKIN’…NOW!!,” he finished, as he pressed the glans of his prick against her honey-slickened opening and proceeded to punch his way into her snatch with abandon until his entire length was sheathed in her drooling, quivering fuck tunnel.
“AHHHHH!!,” Ashley screamed, her wriggling quim filled with 100% Pure Appalachian Cock, the cum slick walls clenching around their invader, “YOU HARD, HORNY FUCK! UGHHH!!” With one hand gripping a juicy breast and the other locked tight onto a beefy butt-cheek, the country boy began to fuck Ashley in earnest. He started slowly at first, taking his time to draw his dick out of her greasy twat, and then ramming himself back in with a roar, the glans of his dick rubbing roughly against the sensitive patch of flesh near her cervix with each return.
The model’s ranting and raving were soon replaced with moans and grunts just as animalistic as the man pumping away inside her. “You…feel…so…good!,” Joey grunted with every thrust, “So nice…so wet…so tight! Gonna…fuck…you…GOOD!!” Desperate to feel the entirety of her ass, he opened his mouth wide and dove into her chest. He worked as much of her sweat slick titty into his gaping maw as possible. Struggle as she could to avoid the added bit of torture, Ashley was helpless against the onslaught, not that she cared much at this point. Joey’s mouth was soon full of one of the model’s best assets, moaning and slobbering happily around the flesh.
“So…gross…,” Ashley groaned, looking anywhere but at the filthy backwoods brat stuffing her tit into his mouth and sheathed completely in her drooling snatch. Joey growled at her proclamation, then smiled around his mouthful before he chomped down onto it, holding the gummy mound of woman flesh in his jaws as tightly as he could. The feel of the hillbilly seemingly trying to bite her breast in half brought a scream of pain from the model he was eagerly raping the living daylights out of, “OWWW!! AHHHH!! LITTLE BASTARD!! FUCK YOU! AHHHHH!!!” At long last, they both reached their climax—Joey’s satisfied grunts finding their way around the fat breast in his mouth—while Ashley’s pussy wasted no time in doing some slobbering of its own on Joey’s spurting cock, covering the mass of fuck muscle in rich, creamy cunt honey as his dick painted the walls of her love tunnel White with thick, gooey sperm.
His eyes closed in sheer pleasure, Joey happily thought to himself.
Fuck me…I CAN’T WAIT TO FUCKIN’ EAT YOU!!
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Roughly yanking himself out of the brownette, to her surprised disappointment, he stood up, groaning from the exertion of fuck session. “F-fuck…you…,” Ashley snarled, looking back up at her rapist, dripping in sweat, his sperm oozing out of her twat, breasts gleaming with spit, a dark red mark around the circumference of the right one’s summit. Her pretty face was bruised, tears flowing unchecked from her glowering brown eyes, “FUCK YOU!”
“No, whore,” the boy cooed back…right before he reared back and kicked the girl in the temple, knocking her out, “fuck you!” Leaving the White girl unconscious on the floor, Joey turned and stood before Tabria, completely nude, his rock-hard cock—slathered in Ashley’s pussy cream—staring at her, pre-cum drooling in masse from the slit in middle of the dull pink mushroom head. “Now I do wonder,” he laughed, walking towards the dark skinned model, “are you gonna be as much fun to play with as your pal o’er there,” thumbing back at the thoroughly fucked Ashley. The terrified girl tried to crawl away backwards from her assailant, the movements causing her plump frame to jiggle and jostle in the most enticing of ways—against the model’s will. Joey reached down, grabbing Tabria’s halter top, and ripped it away, sending her own formidable tits flopping around her chest.
“P-please…please let me go. I won’t tell anyone what you did, I s-swear…,” the nearly naked girl sobbed as the clerk strode towards her. She’d turned her back on Ashley’s rape, screwing her eyes closed to avoid the horrible sight, but it had provided scant relief—the brownette was vocal…and loud. And seeing the White woman splayed on the floor, covered in sweat and grime and bleeding from the wound on her breast. Tabria sobbed. She didn’t want this man to rape her—but rape her he would. Of that she was completely certain.
Clouded with lust, the hillbilly ground out through gritted teeth, “Too goddamned right you won’t, you fat fuckin’ bitch!” Too horny to draw the situation out further, the country boy was soon upon the corpulent woman, hands pushing Tabria’s huge thighs wide apart as she wept, her body bucking and bouncing. A hard smack at her head stilled her long enough for his slobbering mouth to find its way to a fat brown breast, topped with a plump, burgundy nipple. “I wonder,” he chuckled before he buried his face in the model’s flabby teat, “which of you has the tastiest titties? Hell—one way to find out, ain’t there?” He suckled the girl to his heart’s content, slurping hungrily on the dark brown nubbin, drool flowing down over her areolae and down her tit to her navel. His right hand dipped between their bodies. It took some doing, but he managed to wriggle his hand into the front of her shorts and tear her drenched panties away. Huh, Joey mused, this here piggy got all hot an’ bothered while her pal was gettin’ raped. Pfft, he smiled around the mammary in his drooling maw, City folk are all kinds o’ fucked up!! He returned his attention to the Black girl’s crotch, fondling her warm pussy, rubbing against the whole of it at first before he began to pinch the soft, meaty lips. Even though she was about to be raped, warm honey began to flow from Tabria’s snatch. The clerk found his little discovery rather amusing. Y’all real fucked up girl…and soon, you’re just gonna be FUCKED!
“S-she..she’s got the bigger ones…Oh G-God…,” the girl moaned as Joey continued to molest her slippery nether lips, “Go and suck on h-her a-again…AHHHH!” The country boy was rewarded with a burst of pussy cream for his troubles as he continued to nibble at Tabria’s sensitive milk-bag.
“I’ll do more than that,” Joey’s mouth came off the abused boob with a loud PLOP!, “when I’m done with you!” Her pussy cream was not the only thing she was giving away; sensual moans emanated from her plump lips, her head shaking to and fro, fighting against the pleasure that was being thrust upon her. It did not take long for to become moist enough to accommodate her unwanted lover. The clerk’s hand was soon replaced, drawn up from between them and stuffed in his mouth, hungrily sucking them clean. Joey’s eyes rolled back in his head as he licked the digits clean, moaning in delight. “Fuck me, but you got a right JUICY pussy, pig,” he chortled, as the model shut her eyes and looked away, “full o’ the second best tastin’ honey I ever had…Well…,” regarding the quim he’d sampled before hers, “…second best tastin’, anyways!” As he looked back down at woman beneath him he merrily added, “but snack- time is over!,” as he finally ripped Tabria’s shorts off her, leaving her completely nude at last.
His hand returned to Tabria’s body, gripping her right leg and keeping her spread open as he began to nudge his dick between the thick lips of the Black girl’s labia. “N-noo…p-pleease…,” Tabria mewled as she began to feel him gaining purchase in her nether region.
“HA! YES PLEASE, YOU DUMB WHORE!,” he mocked back as he held her still, and without a moment more of preamble, rammed himself deep into the supermodel’s creamy cunt. His satisfied moan was joined by a petulant, pain-wracked scream with a hint of delight from the piglet beneath him. His thrusting was slow at first, but soon increased in speed—each time pushing the nude girl across the cement floor, leaving welts upon her back and overripe ass. His hands gained purchase upon Tabria’s thick upper legs, running up down from above her knee to beneath her humongous ass. “Mmmm…so good, piggy,” he groaned as he continued to piston in and out of her, “keepin’ yourself nice an’ tight…for me. Hell,” he laughed, “you’re even tighter than Sleepin’ Beauty o’er there,” nodding his head towards the still K.O.-ed Ashley. “S-stop…stop calling me that,” Tabria wept as her plump frame jiggled from her rape. “I’m not a pig, a- asshole…” Whatever bravery she’d built up died with a swift backhand that had her seeing stars.
“Yes, UHHH! Fuck yes, you are,” he snarled down at his prey, a monstrous smile filling his face. “I’m gonna let y’all in on a lil’ secret—Once I’m done having fun with you snooty ass city cunts,” his mouth was watering as he continued punching himself into Tabria’s womb, “I’m gonna take y’all out back to this ol’ pizza oven somebody done dumped here,” smiling as the Black girl seemed to get the hint, “and I’m gonna cook you and that other cow up hot and juicy…” With his mouth up against Tabria’s ear, he finished, “an’ then I’m gonna fucking eat the both of you!,” as he felt the delightful mix of muscle and fat in thighs that filled his hands.
“NOOOOO!!!,” the horrified model shrieked, the urge to flee renewed in her weakened body. It didn’t get her anywhere, but it made the fucking even more enjoyable for the hillbilly riding atop her.
“Oh, yeah…,” he grunted back as he continued to fuck her, “an’ you ain’t the first two gals to stick ‘round for dinner!” A hand reached up to knead her battered boobs, “these here, when y’all cook ‘em up right,” he said, licking his lips, “make for some damn fine baloney!” Saying that, he hoped he had enough Miracle Whip in his fridge. Booby boloney sandwiches just didn’t taste the same without it. Thinking of breakfast—Mmmm! Bacon and Egg Sandwiches!—his mauling went south to the girl’s tummy, “Mmmm! You two whores got enough bacon to last for me for months! Got me a smoker out back— soon as the two of you an nice an’ dead, I’ll carve all this belly meat and toss it in with some Applewood—if’n I get enough of it, I’ll sell it to the next cunt who comes in…give ‘er a taste of what’s waitin’ for her without her knowin’!” The thought of some poor bimbo’s last meal being one of her own had him nearly doubled over laughing. Calming down, he smirked down at bitch writhing beneath him, “‘An these legs and this big ol’ ass is gonna give me two real rich, real flavorful, real juicy kinds of ham!” He chuckled darkly as he went on, Tabria moaning in despair at the fate that awaited her, “Do ya know that the pork in a piggy’s thighs is more firm than the real soft—what do ya rich fuckers call it?—Pro- Shoot-Oh in these big ol’ moons you call a butt?! Gonna have me a nice big feat of fat, juicy City Bitches! I wonder which of y’all will taste better, the White meat,” he snarked, as he gave the Black girl’s ass a squeeze, “or the dark?!”
“I’m not a piece of MEAT!,” Tabria screamed, tears flowing from her eyes like wine. They weren’t the only liquid flowing from her body wholesale, as it began to reach it’s orgasmic peak. Joey wasn’t listening to her, his mind looking forward to the feast that awaited him. He could picture it now: a towering sandwich, filled with the different meats of the girls he was doing his damnedest to fuck into a collective stupor. He could almost taste each sweet slice now—the soft, flavorful bologna their teats would become; sweet, smoked belly bacon; honey and brown sugar glazed oven-roasted ham freshly carved from their thighs. He could hardly wait to eat the unfortunate young women, to taste their flesh, weeping fat dappled juices with every hearty mouthful, his tongue drenched in the girls’ juices every time his teeth sank into them.
“RARGHAHHHHHH!!,” Tabria came with a shriek, desperately trying not to ram her hips into the man within her. Seeing the young model’s body bouncing and bobbing, her ham—yes, that is what her legs and that magnificent derriere basically were now, hers and Ashley’s—clinched a desire that overtook him. He had to have that ass just once before he ate it down to the bone. He groaned inwardly, casting a brief look at the brownette slowly stirring, now why the FUCK didn’t I think o’ this before? Ripping himself out of the Black girl, he shocked the girl into stillness with a powerful slap across her chubby face and flipped her onto her stomach. Tabria came to her senses just in time to feel her rapist’s hand prying the cheeks of her ass apart, to feel the copious cream spilled from her twitching cunt being rubbed around and into her rectum.
“Exceptin’ the fact that some fellers had already been in the both of ya,” he drawled, “you two were mighty fine fucks.” Tugging her sphincter open, he laughed, “Well, at least this part of ya is a virgin!,” as he sunk first one, then two fingers up into her beefy backside. He chortled at how it seemed—like her cunt before it, her ass seemed to be sucking his fingers in deeper and deeper into her. It took a few minutes, but he finally got her loose enough to fit, “But not for long, Cunt!” Before the girl could scream her dissent, Joey had pulled his fingers away, and—with a quick, hard jab—two inches of dick had taken purchase in her bunghole.
”NOOOOO!,” Tabria screamed to no avail. She had felt that monster when it burst in through her “front door,” there was eight more to go. And go they did, with each time the man behind her punched his cock into her butt, until the hard length of fuckmeat was lodged securely within her. All it took was a shudder from the cow beneath him, the soft jiggle of her ass-meat, and the low, almost silent sobs leaving her bloodied mouth to get Joey to finally cum, filling her backside to the brim with thick, bubbling sperm. Ashely’s ass was next. It was a good thing, too—because he wanted the White girl to be awake when he rammed himself into the well betwixt her meaty butt-cheeks. He was gonna a little more fun with the brownette before it got the point where the only enjoyment he’d get out of them would be the texture and flavor of their flesh as he ate it. But not before he got his Johnson cleaned off; yanking Tabria up onto her knees he forced her mouth open. “N-no…no, p-please,” were the only words that left her mouth before it was filled with the dick that had only just been spelunking in her pooper.
“That’s right, you fat cunt,” the monster above her snarled, “suck me clean…uhhh…suck me DRY!” He thrust in and out of the Black girl’s lips as something else came to mind—Goddamn! That Ashley bitch was right—I am stupid! Can’t believe I haven’t fucked that big mouth o’ hers yet! The feel of Tabria being forced to slobber all over his dick brought him back into the moment. Her technique was for shit, but he managed to enjoy the girl’s mouth enough to work up a few more globs of reproductive custard out of his balls, up his twitching, half hard cock and into the young woman’s unwilling mouth. The once slightly snobbish supermodel folded in on herself as he left to prepare them for the even more horrible fate that awaited them. As the store clerk departed, he took one last look at Tabria, her mountainous ass-cheeks facing skyward, and chuckled.
“Definitely going to serve you ass up, slut!”
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Joey returned to the back room with a length of rope, to be greeted with screech. “THAT HURT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!”
Somebody’s awake, the boy smiled inwardly, Good! I want her to be awake for this! “Good morning to you too, Piggy,” he chortled, kicking a defiant Ashley onto her stomach, he knelt on her back to tie her flailing legs together at the ankles, “how was your nap?” Roughly grabbing her arms, he bound her arms behind her back at the wrists. With a few feet of strong wire, he joined the bonds together, leaving the screeching model hog-tied on the cement floor. “Untie me right now, you motherfucker!!,” the brownette bellowed to no avail. He repeated the process with Tabria—the only exception was that she both remained quiet and put up far less of a fight than her frenemy.
“Now let’s get you gals outside!,” the hillbilly huffed as he lifted the fully trussed Ashley up. Heavy fuckin’ cunt, ain’t ya, Joey snarked inwardly, with you, it’s a good thing—there’s more of you to eat!!
Wriggling and squirming, Ashley and Tabria soon found themselves tossed over the hillbilly’s shoulder one at a time, lugged out into the station’s equally decrepit backyard, and dumped onto a prep table. A loud “OOF!!” burst from their lips with the impact. “What the Hell is all this?,” the White girl growled, an inkling of what awaited her taking root in her mind. The women weren’t the only things on the table. Cooking oil, shakers of spices, and a quartet of yams rested around them.
“Oh yeah, forget you was a’sleepin’ when I told Dark Meat here what I was gonna do,” Joey chuckled, patting Tabria on her ample, freshly raped ass. Ashley’s eyes widened when her fate was happily revealed to her, “I’m gonna cook ya and eat ya, ya big titted, fat assed cow, right in that oven o’er there!”
Though they were far from it, they could feel the heat emanating from the aforementioned pizza oven. Their rapist wasn’t joking—it was more than big enough to fit the both of them.
“Y-you’re insane!,” Ashley shrieked as she tried to roll off the table, “We’re…”
Tabria sobbed. “I told him that already!,” she moaned, “he doesn’t care…”
He may have looked the part, but Joey was no idiot. He was sharp enough to take the younger model’s declaration and put a comical period on it. “Ah, c’mon now, I do care…I care about how good you fat bitches will taste in a couple of hours!”
The Black girl was the first to be readied for her doom. Taking a bottle of Canola, he drizzled its contents down the younger girl’s ripe body, zigging and zagging to make sure most of her abundant flesh was drenched with it. “Bet you’re used to baby oil, huh?,” Joey chortled, “Them fat titties…DAT ASS…all shiny with it.” With a cruel smile, he proceeded to rub it onto her body, kneading her fatty form to make sure he got every nook and cranny, “This here oil is diff’rent—it’ll make all this nice soft skin nice and crispy, turn it into a crunchy shell hidin’ all y’all tasty meat!”
“GET FUCKED, SICKO!!,” Ashley snarled. It got the same reaction as her previous outbursts; a slap hard enough to nearly give her whiplash. She glared back defiantly, tears of rage leaking from her eyes, snot and blood flowing from her nose.
“I already did, you cow!,” Joey hissed back, holding his hand; smacking the mouthy bitch was beginning to hurt. Ripping her tattered blouse from her, he whipped her across the face in retaliation, “You were there! Goddamn, how fuckin’ stupid are you?!”
Wiping his hands with what was once Ashley’s blouse, he took up each container of spice and dusted Tabria’s body with them. Salt, pepper, and garlic rained down on her, the bargain bin Black pepper wafting towards her nose, bringing on a sneezing fit.
The country boy was merciless. “I’d say ‘God Bless You,’ but since y’all here about to get cooked for my supper, it’s safe to say he don’t give two shits about you!” He used both hands to work the fragrant dusts into her breasts, stretching the mounds of pudding soft flesh as far as he could before smooshing them back down against the model’s ribs. Her arms and legs were left sore from the deep massaging of her tissues, her belly reddened with the pinching it endured, to make sure every roll of fatty flesh had been properly seasoned. Tabria wept from the pain of her greasy cunt, the salt and garlic burning its tender lips and its inner walls. “That’s one side,” Joey wiped the sweat from his brow, “now..HEAVE…HOOO!!!” Her wails grew slightly in volume as she turned onto her tummy; another bottle of oil was emptied onto her ass and the back of her torso and legs. The process was a bit harsher this time, as Joey was also working to tenderize the muscles of her back and the girl’s beefy bubble of an ass.
Tabria wasn’t as brave as her pale skinned bosom buddy, nor was her tolerance for pain as high. “N- no…h-h-it h-hurts…”
He punched into her ass flesh like he was baking bread, making sure that her backside was at least halfway as soft as her titties. “I know, honey lamb,” Joey cooed, “but I got to make sure all the fat in this here ham of yours is dis-treeb-uted right! An’ if you think this hurts…HA HA HA! Woo, Doggie!!” The dark skinned beauty’s sobbing was replaced with screams of pain as the first of the four sweet potatoes was lubed half-assedly and jammed up her recently buggered bunghole. It stretched her sphincter even more than Joey’s cock and sent a deep ache up her spine as the seven inch long tuber was sheathed in her shitter almost to its end. Flipped once again, the Black girl’s pussy received the same treatment; the yam was in her so deep she couldn’t see it.
“OH GOD, OH GOD, OH FUCKING GOD!! GET THEM OUT OF ME!! AHHHH!!”
The Black girl’s screams of pain were moot; The boy’s attention was now drawn to her companion, “An’ now,” Joey grinned, groping the brownette’s plump tits, “it’s your turn, BITCH!”
Ashley snarled as Joey began to oil her up as he had Tabria—but in reverse, turning the screeching harpy onto her belly. Unlike her companion, the White woman was not going to be cooperative. The oil laid upon her flew this way and that with her rocking, some of it getting into her rapist’s eyes. “Awww…FUCKFACE!,” the bloodied lips of the White girl curled into a cruel smile, hissing, “you sure y’all have enuf oil to grease me up?!”
It was something Ashley would deeply regret. As far as the clerk was concerned, enough was enough! Worse yet for the squirming model on the table, the country boy knew just how to get the unruly long piglet to lay still…and sample some of the meat her soon to be roasted body would give him. Climbing up onto the table and resting himself on the White girl’s shoulders, “Y’all want to be a little shit?,” he began to work over the brownette’s massive ass. Firm from exercise, it took some doing to loosen up the flesh of her butt cheeks. “Y’all like wasting people’s time, eh Fatso?,” Joey growled, turning to the Black girl resting nearby. “Pay attention, you! This is what happens when y’all wanna do things the hard way,” he grunted, making sure the other girl was watching. He dug his fingers deep into the ripe right moon of Ashley’s backside with both hands and buried his face in the plump mound of flesh.
All the smacking had gotten the brownette to let her guard down. She would soon regret it. “What…y- you gonna kiss…her ass…UHHHH…like y’all doin’ to mine…Mmmm…,” Ashley moaned.
Joey let out a low chuckle as he nibbled and licked the densely packed butt bubble in his hands, hissing, “No, I’m gonna DO THIS!!,” before opening his mouth wide and sinking his jaws into the jiggling mass. “RARGHHHH!,” Ashley screeched at the sensation of her butt being bit into and began to buck despite the weight of the boy on top of her, “GUHH! RRRR! AHHHHH!!! THAT FUCKIN’ HURTS, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!”.
Realizing he wouldn’t get a good bite of the White girl’s “raw” backside this way, he dug into his pants for his pocketknife. Joey giggled cruelly around his mouthful, I bet this’ll hurt a Helluva lot more, ya fucking big-mouthed cow! Flipping it open, he kept his grip on the model’s ass with his teeth and stabbed the blade into the flesh. All that was leaving the brownette’s mouth now were glass shattering shrieks of unadulterated pain. Once the knife was in deep enough to penetrate both fat and muscle, Joey began to saw away the hunk of ass meat in his mouth from the rest of Ashley’s body, lifting his jaws to tear his serving of Whore Tartare free from its source. He was sure the people in the next county could hear the brownette’s shrieks of pain as a chunk of her body was torn from her. In comparison to the rest of her ass, it didn’t seem like a big portion of butt meat had been taken; Joey’s mouth, however, was packed with raw, bloody, fatty human ham.
Mmmm, the country boy moaned, n’er thought raw girl ham’d taste so good…But lookit all that blood! Resisting the urge to chew on his mouthful, the hillbilly climbed off the fair skinned long pig. Approaching the blistering hot oven, he used a pair of metal tongs to pull away a glowing piece of coal and walked back to the table. Blood flowed from the wound in Ashley’s titanic rear, the woman’s sobbing loud and sorrowful. Now to make fer sure y’all get my point! the country boy glared at the writhing woman, getting back on top of her to keep her as still as possible. Joey took the red hot rock and drove it against the hole he made in the model’s body. The scream that tore itself loose from the brownette’s throat was shrill enough to break glass, the smell of burning meat filled the air as the hillbilly cauterized the bloody wound in her butt. “Y’all gonna DIE!,” Joey snarled—words barely intelligible around his ham filled maw—grabbing a handful of Ashley’s hair, yanking her head up to make sure she’d see what happened next. Spitting the hunk of meat in his mouth in front of Ashley’s face, he bellowed, “The least you could do, you uppity bitch, is go out with some quiet dig-niddy and grace!!” He pressed the coal against the bloody chunk of Ashley-Meat, using the heat still in the dying ember to cook it rare, gave it a generous salting, blew on it to cool it a touch, and then shoved the juicy, stove-hot mass back into his mouth. Gripping the woman’s head with one hand and using the other to keep her eyes open, he noisily chewed the ham in his maw into oblivion.
Why, Ashley sobbed, why is this happening? The world is full of bitches worse than me..why am I the one who got raped. She could not close her eyes, the bastard wouldn’t let her, why am I the one who’s going to die. And Tabria?...Oh, God, WHY?!!!
The indignity was about to get a whole lot viler. The hand against her forehead went to the bottom half of her face, forcing her mouth open; inwardly, the brownette was howling in disgust and terror, He wouldn’t…no, please NO! NOOO!! Joey French-Kissed the sobbing supermodel with a glob of her chewed up flesh, his mouth locking tight against hers, making sure that a heaping helping of human pork found a new home in her own. Rising back up, Joey chortled, “’Fore y’all swallow that, lemme add a little somethin’ extra!,” as he punched his cum covered cock between her lips for good measure. He was horny enough to add a few globs of his own “White gravy” to the medium rare ham in her mouth. Chewing and swallowing down the meat resting on his tongue, he slapped a hand over the White girl’s mouth, “now y’all gobble that all up!,” preventing her from spitting her serving of her own pork out and tilted her head upward, making sure she fully ate it, “while Daddy works up an appetite!” He wasn’t done torturing the mouthy, pale skinned wahine; dragging her legs to where they hung down over the table with one hand while forcing his pants further down his legs with the other. Rubbing his right hand into the puddle of grease and blood where he’d spat out and cooked his first serving of Ashley Ham, he crammed it into the crack of her ass, “Got to lube up this lil’ hole!” Generously greasing up the tight hole hidden by the ravaged cheeks, continued cheekily, “I don’t wanna hurt myself fuckin’ this nice big ass o’ yours!!” Spreading the moons apart, he rammed his rock hard dick into her butt, burying his entire length on the fourth thrust, merrily squeezing the fatty glutes that hugged his cock tightly. With the exception of the jiggling brought on by the fucking, Ashley was still. The mouthyness was gone, all that was left coming out of the White girl’s mouth were wails…and drool, flavored with his sperm and her butt-meat. As he punched his prick into her, he proceeded to salt and oil her jiggling backside. He paid cruel, painful attention to the still sizzling, half burnt mangled flesh of her right ass cheek, “Maybe next time, y’all be a good lil’ Piggie and play nice…,” making sure the crystals of Morton were ground into the wound, his grunting mixed with guffaws, “…oh wait…There won’t be a next time, huh?” Ashley didn’t reply, she gone silent; Joey realized once he’d popped a thick, heavy load of sperm into her rectum that she’d gone into shock and passed out. Taking advantage of the girl’s stillness, he proceeded to finish oiling and seasoning the beefy, busty model from neck to toe and front and back.
Mmmm…, Joey moaned, lookit all that good meat! He squeezed her breasts so hard, that—had she been awake—Ashley might have screamed angrily, telling him to knock it off like it would actually stop him. The country boy snickered, Yeah…MIGHT have! Her belly wasn’t as flabby as Tabria’s; he could feel the firmness of her abdomen underneath the blubber. That’s okay…her buddy’s got enuf lard in her belly for both of ‘em! An’ this pussy…he cooed, pumping his fingers into the brownette’s love tunnel. Surprised she’s so tight…maybe ‘cause no city feller wants to fuck a Fatty. He grinned maliciously as he managed to coax a small, squirting orgasm out of the unconscious girl, Their loss!! It wasn’t nearly as fun to garnish the pale skinned girl with yams as it had been with her darker hued companion—again, because of her near virginal state, it was actually harder to get the tubers into the tubby White girl. He hoped the yam buried in her bloody snatch stayed inside it, and he had to whittle the other a bit to get it in deep enough to stay in her ass. But it was worth it to have tasted her living flesh—salty sweet and juicy, the way a good ham should taste—and to have forced her to sample that deliciousness for herself.
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The calm silence after their violations came to an end with the sound of squeaking tires. Tabria managed to crane her head to the side to see what the commotion was. She almost wished she hadn’t. Joey was pushing along a long cart; atop it was a long, wide pan, its walls six inches tall. Joey sneered when he noticed the Black girl looking at him, “as much fun as it was to fuck the shit outta the both of ya,” he crowed, “it’s time to get dinner started!” Dumping more oil onto its surface, the clerk dragged first Ashley and then her frenemy on to it. The unconscious brownette was situated on her back—“It’d ruin the prez-in-tate-shun to show her with some of her butt missin’,” he explained to the younger model. The only ones who would actually notice wouldn’t care—two of them dead or dying, and the other too busy stuffing his face with their meat—but on her back Ashley went, hiding the bite taken out of her ass. “You, though…,” the clerk chuckled, “y’all got a big ol’ pair o’ hams that need to be shown off!”, as the Black girl was lain on her belly. The women were untied briefly, only to have their arms and legs locked into shackles welded onto opposite sides of the pan. The load considerably heavier because of the entrees, it took a while for the models to be brought to the pizza oven. Even from a few feet away the heat was stifling, as Tabria choked back a sob. Oh, GOD! He’s going to stick us in there! Mumbling from beside her broke the silence,“Wha-whaz…h-happ..in?” Ashley had chosen the wrong time to reawaken; groggy at first, she was reminded of her predicament in short order, feeling her limbs shackled first. As she tried to move her legs, the intense pain from the salted wound in her ass made itself known once more. “Oh…oh God!,” the weakened White girl tried vainly to free herself, eyes widening as she was being placed headfirst into her doom, “N-no! No! God NO! NOOOO!!” Her pleading fell on deaf ears; all Tabria could do was wail in concert—and with a grunt from their rapist, the pan and its plump, squealing contents were shoved into the oven.
Leaving to prepare the bastes and glazes he would use on them, Joey cast a glance behind him and smiled, “Y’all start cookin’ up nice and tasty, ya hear!”. While he mixed the mustard, honey, and brown sugar that would soon cover their roasted frames, he couldn’t help but chuckle. He felt himself growing hard once more as he looked out of the window, at the sight of the once haughty young women in the bowels of the open-faced oven. He chuckled to himself, “That’s a right purty sight…makes me wish I had me a camera!” As much as he wanted to rub one out, he needed to pay attention to his meal, and fought back the urge. It wasn’t easy. Even from where he stood, he could hear the echoes the screeching his long-pigs produced, born from the pain of their rapes and of being roasted alive. The cacophony had his dick drooling and twitching in the balmy air. Ah fuck it!, he growled, clasping his right hand around his cock. Inside thirty seconds of stroking, he came like a geyser, his copious seed filling his hands. Smirking, he lapped the sperm from his hand. Snack time over, he went back to work. Within the red hot tomb, Ashley and Tabria mewled helplessly. So wracked with pain, nothing that left their heat chapped lips made sense. The overwhelming heat was boiling the grease on their skin, digging its way past the fat directly underneath and sinking down into their muscles, beginning the process of their transformation into rich, juicy human pork.
After what felt like hours, the pan screeched as it was brought out into the open. The girls’ drying bodies were given a reprise of sorts. “Looks like y’all are comin’ along nicely!,” Joey beamed, as he slathered melted butter onto their wriggling frames. The girls were nudged over briefly so the liquid fat could be brushed on to Ashley’s back and ass and Tabria’s belly and breasts, then returned to their original poses. Special attention was paid to their hair—to keep it from burning away—and then to make sure the meat of their hands, feet and pussies would remain moist and juicy. The sweet aroma of the baking cunts was intoxicating, the country boy licking his lips at the sight of their sizzling vaginal flesh, “Mmmm…them Filet Mignons especially!.” Back into the oven the women went, the pan turned so that the brownette could see the sun begin to set, while her companion was face to face with the back of the oven.
Outside…air…so cool…no oven…too hot…boobs burning…Ashley’s thoughts were becoming as incomprehensible as the gibberish her pain got her to vomit out. While it would take a while longer for the color change in Tabria’s skin to become noticeable, the White girl’s corpulent frame was already turning a soft cherry red. Their skin had tightened to the point where it began to break, the moisture that once hid underneath their skin trickling down their browning limbs. Even at this early stage of their cooking process, the women were beginning to smell themselves. Their perfume, the stench of unwanted sexual intercourse…it was being replaced, slowly but surely, by a rich, heady scent. Had she not been blubbering in pain; Ashley would have licked her lips. Smell…tasty…good…mmm…Hammm… They were probably the only thoughts in her parboiled brains that made sense. There was also a sadness—she wanted to taste where the smell came from. As she cooked away in the pizza oven, Ashley’s stomach growled. They were pulled out again a half hour later for a second basting, then a third. Each time their corpulent bodies were returned to the heat, slick with liquified dairy product, their skins turning the same rich, brown color. After their fourth reprieve, they were no longer buttered—a few jabs with a meat fork into their thighs, belly and buttocks released something far tastier, to be sucked up by a large, careworn turkey baster. Joey was ecstatic, “Hot damn, you fat whores! Lookit all the Butt Butter y’all fillin’ this pan with!!,” he chortled excitedly. With the next two turns, the women themselves provided their own basting liquids—drawn from the fat and juices of their own bodies. Just as quickly and the country boy sucked up the flavorful ichor, it was splashed back atop the crispy crackling that was once baby soft skin. In Ashley’s case, one could no longer tell the difference from the cauterized wound on her ass from the rest of her. Each time the pan faced a different direction for the girls who lay upon it, whimpering and barely conscious, their empty bellies crying out for the delicious meat of each other’s bodies as they slowly cooked alive in their own sizzling fat and juices.
For the women’s final basting, something new was added. A slurry of honey, brown sugar, and mustard was loving ladled over their sweltering bodies, sealing in the last bit of moisture drizzled atop them. “Hmmm…somethin’ is missin’ here,” Joey mused, “I got it! Don’t go way, girls!” The pop of a jar and the whirring sound of a can opener brought form cherries and pineapple slices—they were pinned to the heat blistered bodies of the entrees with toothpicks. Sharp bites of pain flashed through the models’ bodies, as the wooden sticks were jammed almost halfway into their flesh. Each girl was decorated in a manner that behooved them. The slices on Ashley were pinned into her thighs, up her belly, and the last two atop each of her parboiled teats, bringing cooling relief to the brownette’s oven fried nipples; Tabria’s legs got the same treatment, but as she was roasting ass up, she had the others pinned into her butt cheeks and down her spine to the back of her neck, with the final two stuck to the cleavage that spilled from where she lay. “Don’t fret now, honey lambs,” the clerk clucked darkly, “y’all almost done!”
Back into the oven they went, with the glaze—like the oil before it—bubbling around their useless muscles. They weren’t in it for long, as the pan was pulled out completely back onto the cart. Both women, somehow, were still alive…Asley more so than Tabria. It wasn’t a good thing, as the once pale skinned of the two models saw her rapist—her MURDERER—approach her with a kitchen torch. Lungs filling with the air of the cool Southern air, words once again lift the brownette’s lips. “Wha…that,” her dried out eyes straining to send what she saw into her brain.
“This is gonna add one last touch to y’all!,” a surprised Joey smiled, and brought the blue flame to her thickly glazed skin. Starting with her breasts, the flames caressed her honey-soggy skin. Flash frying the model’s twitching body, he merrily sat about caramelizing the sweet goo. It took a while, but he slowly and surely trapped the half dead woman in a hard candy-like shell. To weak and delirious to scream in pain, the model simply moaned and sluggishly shook her head as much as her roasted neck muscles would allow her. The torch was taken away to do the same to Tabria, who managed a tiny squeak when the torch crisped the sweet glaze dripping from her cunt lips, and nothing more—she apparently was cooked a little more fully than her fair skinned companion, thus her far more of her nerve endings were destroyed. Neither of the corpulent girls offered any sort of fight when their final garnishes were added: a pair of apples, locked between their weakened jaws. “Voila,” he exclaimed, “y’all are ready for supper. I woulda made room for y’all at the table, but since y’all gonna be ON the table…,” he finished, cackling with twisted glee. The main courses were done, the whistling hillbilly strolling into the kitchen to bring out the fixings that would join the meat of the unfortunate big city women on his palate.
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Ashley had been the biggest bitch to him, so the nude country boy’s carving knife came for her first. Eager to taste the White girl’s oven roasted carcass, he made a show of taking his first cut. “I think’ll start with an App-It-Tizer,” he snickered, prodding the still jiggling mound of meat with a two tonged fork, “with a nice big ol’ chub of Gore-May Bow-low-nah!” He placed the blade underneath the brownette’s left breast and sawed up and into her chest to make sure he got the cleanest cut possible. “Like a hot knife through butta,” the clerk declared, piercing the boob with the serving fork and showing Ashley her freshly dismembered part. Done playing with the well-marbled mammary from the girl’s body, he plopped it atop the mashed potatoes on his plate. Joey could hardly wait to tuck in. “Let’s have us a lil’ taste!,” he winked at the dying woman.
Squeezing as he pulled up on the fruit that rested on the disembodied meat melon so that he collected three kinds of “fruit” juice, he hungrily sucked the produce into his mouth, “Mmmm! DEE-FUCKIN’- LICIOUS! An’ I ain’t even started eatin’ ya proper yet!” The mix of flavors was amazing—the tang of the tart cherry, the sweetness of the pineapple and brown sugar, the spiciness of the mustard and the saltiness of the fat that spurted from her nipple as if she’d been lactating. All three so different, but the perfect complement to one another, each one delicious. “Nice, soft, fatty meat!,” he grunted, licking his fingers dry. He was particularly fond of the lard drawn from the woman’s body. It was a fact that brought a smile to his face. “All o’ ya is nice and fatty,” he snarked, dunking a serving spoon into a bowl of steaming liquid. ”So damn fatty that y’all made enuf drippins to make a damn fine gravy!” Joey ladled a copious amount onto the meat on his plate. Sitting next to from the formerly White girl, he gingerly turned her head towards him.
Even near death, Ashley Graham was an indignant cunt; her dull brown eyes glared at him as sat down to enjoy his repast. Motherfucker, she snarled inwardly, finally getting enough oxygen to her brain for her to do so, I hope you fucking CHOKE on me!! You piece of shit killer asshole, I hope they get you for this! She had a sickening feeling he’d never get caught but squashed it away. It was already bad enough that she was dying. If there had been moisture left in her eyes, she would have wept. Her rapist paid her no mind; poking his fork into the tip of her gravy soaked boob, he cut a thick slice away from it, her crisp, fruity nipple along with it. The brownette had been immensely proud of her beefy body—seeing it mauled beyond repair and in a chunk impaled on a fork, hot and juicy and steaming—broke her heart. My breast, she whimpered to herself, he’s going to eat my fucking BREAST.
“Look out now, Stomach,” the hillbilly laughed, opening his mouth wide, jiggling the soft roasted flesh on his fork, “here she comes!” He sucked it into his mouth and took the time to savor the morsel seemingly melting away between his jaws. The meat of her breast was moist and spongy, her nipple nothing more than a well cooked bit of bacon, equal parts chewy and crunchy. HOT DAMN, MOMMA! he shuddered in elation, Y’all got a right tasty tittie! Moaning in delight that was more than gastronomical, he didn’t bother carving his next bite—he simply shoved his fork down into the mauled mammary, and tore a greasy mass of meat, gravy and mashed potatoes from it and shoved it into his mouth. “Youf tho tindrrr,” he grunted around a mouth full of tit-meat, “I doen neefa fohk!” The next bite managed to pull out not just breast meat, but the model’s now useless milk glands. They shared the fate of the mouthfuls before them—chewed into oblivion and sent down his gullet. Joey’s ravenous jaws tore more and more away until there was nothing left on his plate. Fighting back the urge to gorge himself on her other breast, Joey decided to satisfy another of his cravings. He got up and patted the head of the other long pig, “Don’t make y’all fell left out, so I’ll take a lil’ somethin’ from you!” Standing before Tabria, he sharpened his carving knife in front of her, “I wonder how y’all taste!!”
The woman barely looked up at him before lowering her tired eyes to the table once more, not before noticing that her frenemy was missing one of her tits. Oh God, she cringed, Ashley! He did it! He’s FUCKING doing it! H-he’s going to EAT us!! Had she the strength, the sight would have had the Black girl trembling in fear. The tiniest of cries, however, did manage to find its way around the apple in her mouth when the tines of a serving fork were jammed into her right butt cheek; a twinge of pain and the motions of her body were all she felt as four thick slices of Tabria Ass Ham were cut from her posterior. The country boy was about to sit down, before he popped back up and went to the dark skinned girl once more. Again, hint of pain, saw, saw, saw—this time, it was her entire right breast that was freed from her—Tabria screamed inwardly NO! You ASSHOLE! GIVE THAT BACK!!—the fatty mound joining the slabs of Posterior Pork and another copious serving of ‘Taters n’ Girl Gravy. He did not seat himself until he’d finished loading up his overflowing plate with a thick slab carved away from Ashley’s right thigh.
He gave Tabria’s contribution to his dinner his attention first this time. “Here’s hopin’ this Dark Meat tastes as good as the White kind,” he chortled, carving a chunk of her ham from the slices layered like pancakes on his plate, swirled it around the vegetables and gravy, and popped it into his mouth. “HELLF YEFF!!,” he happily pounded the table, chewing his first serving of the younger model completely before he continued, “Just as…NO!! Even fuckin’ better!” There was something subtly different from the succulent mouthfuls of Tabria he’d chewed and the first course he’d taken from Ashley. It was confirmed when his fork tore a greasy hunk of flesh from the White girl’s ham and sucked it into his mouth, “but Ashley here’s got some right tasty legs, too!”. Both were most definitely ham, but there it was—the flavors of the meat, like the pigs each came from, was wonderfully unique. Ashley’s was more earthy, like the Christmas ham—from an ACTUAL pig raised in his uncle’s farm in Nebraska—his gramma made every year. There was a spicy sweetness in Tabria’s, perhaps because she’d be raised differently, probably ate a lot of “Soul Food” and had a lot of tangy sauces in her diet…OH, FUCK THIS SHIT! Joey snarled to himself, these bitches are nothin’ but PIGS! Y’all don’t put pigs on a pedestal, YOU EAT THEM!! He proceeded to noisily gorge himself on the meat on his plate. He did take the smallest amount of time to mix and match the women’s meat—a juicy chunk of Tabria’s tit and a hunk of Ashley or pairing the latter’s ham with some of the former’s—and found each mouthful absolutely delicious.
He was saddened slightly when he discovered that he was almost full…and so much meat remained on the still living women. “I don’t know if y’all can cook worth a fuck,” he belched, “ but y’all city girls sure know how to be good hams!” Even with what was missing from their bodies, the women were still remarkably beautiful. Ashley looked more like she’d gotten a deep tan than a woman who’d been cooked like a pork roast; she’d been in the oven just as long as her frenemy, but Tabria’s skin was barely darker than it had been before her tenure as a suckling pig. His aching cock made its presence known once again. Joey looked down at his engorged member. “Well I don’t know why y’all excited,” he groaned in pain, “them there pussies are cooked up so tight y’all get…stuck..in…’em!,” he ended, looking at the girls with a wicked smile. “Before I butcher y’all up into smaller pieces,” he chortled, “I think I will have me some dessert!” From what the women had heard, they had a chilling feeling what was going to be this grotesque backwoods dinner party’s final course. Tabria could feel the hillbilly behind her, his blade running teasingly down her still bountiful backside. What did he say about dessert? W-why is he behind…her muddled brains tried to piece together what the clerk had said…Then she felt it. Questions were replaced with the desire to shriek in anguish. She felt…not just the knife sinking into her or it sawing slowly around her tender roasted twat—but a sharp PAIN shooting from her crotch and into her parboiled brain. All she could do was wriggle almost unnoticeably as the blade dug into the soft, buttery meat of her crotch, mewling around her apple gag as Joey carved her vagina out from between her meaty legs.
“Gotta have this here pussy steak,” the boy licked his lips as he spoke, “BOTH o’ yer pussy steaks while they still nice n’ hot…just like…these big ol’…buns…” Being so close to so much good meat, the country boy couldn’t help but grip her untouched butt cheek and bury his jaws into the mass of greasy meat.
N-n-NO!! Tabria bellowed inwardly. Get the fuck off of MEEE!!! Unlike the struggle he went through for a mouthful of Ashley’s uncooked ass, the Black girl’s bottom was fork tender. It came off her and—once chewed into mush—went down easy. His face was pressed against her less and less bountiful bottom, teeth tearing away another chunk of the young model’s ass meat. “OW!,” the country boy yelped as his teeth clattered against something extremely hard, very solid. He looked upon the mess he made in shock; he’d eaten his way from the fattest part of Tabria’s ass to the back of her pelvic bone. “Couldn’t just stop at one bite,” the hillbilly laughed. “But we shouldn’t forget y’all pal, should we?” The knife— and Joey’s drooling mouth—found their way to the White girl next. Unlike Tabria, Ashley had a front row seat to de-pussification. Joey made sure it was a real good view; he forced the woman’s legs as far apart as possible, piercing her cunt lips closed, holding the meat still. He looked directly into the older girl’s eyes, chortling, “Say goodbye to Kitty, whore!,” and stabbed the blade into the soft, juice spewing flesh.
The brownette still had enough muscle control to arch her back in a mix of pain and pleasure as his knife freed the weeping, buttery pussy filet from between her rich hams. “Really want to eat your creamy cunnie,” Joey purred as he placed the dismembered vagina onto his plate atop the Black girl’s. And, like Tabria, he didn’t sit back down until he’d had another mouthful of Ashley’s ass. Flipping her onto her stomach, he had a slight change of plans. “I wonder,” he mused, “just how tender y’all Butt Ham is, bitch?”—and grabbed the cheek stained with his bite mark, dug his fingers into the oven-softened pork, and yanked up.
Hearty guffaws filled the dying White girl with dread. Why is this asshole laughing?...she screamed inside her head, and then saw her killer…with an entire, greasy, tender-enough-to-pull-off-with-bare- hands ass cheek. Weak, and broken, Ashley shut her eyes, trying not to hear the hick rip the hunk of her beautiful butt to shreds, Let it end…please God, let it end…While he didn’t mind his early serving of Whore Tartare, the plumper of the models definitely tasted better fully cooked. A quick trip back to the kitchen ended with a bottle of Aunt Jemima pancake syrup on the table next to his plateful of pussy meat.
“I hope y’all as tasty as y’all look, you fat pussies,” he mock threatened the plump, delicate steaks. Slathering the savory snatches with the sweet ooze, he tucked into Tabria’s filet first, wanting to save what he felt would be the best meat for last. The Black girl’s cuntflesh was so tender it was like cutting of a piece of cake; every bite melted in his mouth. “Welp,” he chuckled, “we is 1 to 0…so far.” He finished the younger model’s vagina by stuffing the chunk that was left and chewing voraciously, his teeth tearing her clitoris to shreds. He threw his fork aside and lifted Ashley’s pussy meat to his lips with his bare hands. “Let’s see if we is 2 for 2?,” he joked, and—making sure the dying girl was watching, shoved the entire steak into his mouth. He chomped on the juicy flesh loudly, syrup and fat and cunt juice splashing outward with closure of his jaws. If the White girl was at all interested in the verdict, she got an answer. The hillbilly had found her so exquisite that he, standing nude in front of her, came in her face.
Ashley, in the darkest pit of her soul, preened. Looks like…I’m…tastier…than…the thought was never completed as she lost consciousness. Joey agreed; the brownette truly was the better of the two, good enough that her rich sweet flavor gave her killer’s appetite a second wind. Joey “rewarded” her for it by lifting a big, fat leg up and feasting on her ham, tearing hunks of delicate meat from her thighs with his mouth, gnashing at the savory sweet meat and sending it down his gullet. At long last, an ache in his stomach slowed the cannibal down, barely making it to a chair before his legs buckled under him. Leaving the mass of half eaten meat that was left to plop back onto the pan, the country boy looked back at its owner. Somewhere during the carnage that befell her limb, Ashley finally expired. Had he cared, Joey would have noticed that Tabria had left to meet her maker when her twat had been pulled free from the rest of her body.
Tired—but not wanting to leave such a bounty outside where a cougar or wolf could get to it—the shop clerk took a machete to the women’s remains, rendering them into chunks that could easily be placed in his freezer. Their heads would find shelter in the icebox as well, preserved until he could put his taxidermy skills to effect to give the girls a sort of immortality…albeit the type they never would have wanted. While he slept, a wicked, cruel idea wafted into his mind, a hand on his full belly and the other around his awfully hard—and very sore—cock.
A very cruel idea…with a somewhat noble origin…
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HOMEMADE PORK SANDWICHES: $5.95 EACH.
Joey wasn’t completely evil, and to share such a bounty with the world would ease his conscious. And if nobody wanted to pay six bucks for a simple looking, Human Ham sandwich…
The country boy giggled around his mouthful of his Double Decker Light and Dark Breast Baloney Sandwich, feeling Ashley and Tabria’s respective crisp and rubbery nipples turn to mush with the bread, mayo, and rest of their tit meat.
“More for me!!!! HA HA HA HA HA!!!”