"Story: Delicious Co-Worker (grill, butcher, non-con, lesbia"
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Created on: Tuesday 7th of April 2020 04:01:11 PM CDT
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Story: Delicious Co-Worker (grill, butcher, non-con, lesbian)
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"My friend" originally posted this story in May 2006, unfinished, with the title 'Never Work With Me'. It's different from the previous stories because the narrator is the cook instead of the victim. It gets a bit messy towards the end - her words not mine, but I have tried to finish it, as well as editing a few parts to make sense.


My name is Emily. In most ways I'm a typical woman. Except for one thing. I've just killed and eaten another girl.

To go back to the start, I've always had a cannibalism fantasy. Mostly I fantasise as being the victim - helplessly captured, stripped, raped, then roasted alive to be consumed by a hungry cannibal. I suppose it was only natural that I should occasionally wonder what it would be like from the other point of view - that of the cannibal. The idea of being human meat turned me on, so why shouldn't the idea of eating human meat also turn me on?

Of course, I never intended any of my most secret fantasies ever to come true. That was until I met Lucia. She started working at the hotel where I worked. She was one of the many foreign girls who came to this country to fill the worst jobs in the hospitality industry. There was no doubt she was attractive. Despite my lack of serious lesbian experience, I still class myself as bi-sexual - partly because I can appreciate (and lust for) an attractive girl. Lucia was no exception. I could easily imagine our naked bodies entwined, writhing in pleasure. She was slightly shorter than me, a few years younger, shy and quiet, with long dark hair, a pale complexion which denied her foreign origins, and sharp almost-silver eyes which seemed to make my heart skip a beat every time she caught my eye. I wondered if she could sense that I was interested.

A few weeks later I had the answer. She and I were regularly sharing some very intimate moments; our naked bodies often entwined in pleasure as I'd imagined. A new passion was unleashed inside me. She was very submissive - I found myself getting carried away by all this, playing along, and even enjoying the growing power I had over her, both in work and in bed.

It was then the idea of what she would taste like came into my mind. From then on I couldn't get rid of the idea. Every time I saw her, clothed or naked, I lusted for her - but not sexually - I lusted to taste her, to eat her. Her soft, warm flesh started to drive me crazy with genuine hunger. I wanted her, more than just sharing ourselves sexually. Over the next few weeks, events and coincidences fell into place which allowed me to consider the unthinkable idea of turning private fantasy into reality.

Firstly I found out that she had no family or relations to miss her. Her family were long gone in her home country, and she had come to this country because she knew she could find work. Next she admitted to me that she was actually an illegal immigrant. That meant nobody was back home to miss her, and nobody knew she was here. With a thrill I realised I could make plans so she was untraceable. The hotel wouldn't care - they'd assume she'd gone back home, been arrested, or found a better job elsewhere. She could simply disappear.

Now my desire to eat her was growing out of all control. I knew I had to do it. My final plans came together when the hotel closed for a refurbishment. For one day before the contractors arrived, nobody would be around. I was easily able to get keys and let Lucia think she had to come into work as usual. The trap was set.

The hotel was eerie with no staff or guests. The building was dark as I let myself in, leaving a few lights on so Lucia could find me. I went to the kitchens. Although not my department, I knew the kitchens had exactly what I would need. I flicked on the lights and walked straight to the large industrial grill which lined one whole wall, consisting of a metal hot plate at least 2 metres long and a heavy lid which came down onto the grill, allowing simultaneous double-sided grilling. Smiling to myself, I noted my instinct had been right - it was long enough for a human to be lying down.

I quickly found some olive oil and started preparing the hot plates. I switched on the grill to warm it up, and found some binding string, just as Lucia walked in, looking confused.

"Oh hi Em" she said, suddenly smiling as she saw me, before giving me a quick conspiratorial glance. "Where is everyone?"

"I think they're going to be in later," I lied. "It's just us for now."

She smiled, taking my hint and coming over to me, wrapping her arms around me and pressing close. I knew this would be easy and I felt no guilt or fear - just determination and a lustful hunger. I leaned into her ear and whispered:

"How about we play a little game and you get undressed?"

She giggled, looked around, and immediately complied as she started undoing her blouse. I smiled as I watched her strip for me. I couldn't help a quick thrill as she popped off her bra and panties, tossing them onto the side without a care. She stood naked in front of me, expectantly. I knew I'd have to be decisive and quick.

"Turn around and stand by that table, facing away from me," I said.

A moment of doubt crossed her pretty face, but then she turned and stood as I'd said. I took the binding string and moved behind her. I let my hands run down her arms, slowly and sensually, until I reached her wrists. I grabbed her hands tightly and wrenched her arms behind her back, pushing her forward over the table. She squealed in surprise, as I quickly bound her wrists together tightly against her back with the string.

"Hey, that hurts a bit," she squealed, playfully struggling as if this was a game, which is what I'd hoped she would think.

"No worries," I said coldly. "I want to try something new today."

With that, I knelt down and grabbed her legs, lifting her and tipping her forward helplessly onto the table-top. She squealed again, unable to steady herself. I pushed her further onto the table until she was lying there, face down, naked, with her arms still bound behind her back. I quickly grabbed her flailing legs and bound her ankles together just as tightly. I wondered whether to gag her next, but decided I'd have more fun if she could still talk. From my own fantasy of being eaten I was understandably curious to find out what it felt like!

I rolled her over so she was facing up. She was still grinning and giggling, oblivious to my true intentions. I stopped for a moment, looking down at her luscious naked body. With her arms tied behind her, her small breasts stood more pronounced. A moment of lust washed over me and I wondered whether I should pleasure her first, but I decided that this was about my pleasure, not hers. I left her for a moment to find her discarded skirt, which I cut up into a crude blindfold and slipped it over her eyes without a word. She didn't object, instead she smiled innocently.

Next, I fetched the olive oil and poured the entire bottle over her front, starting from her breasts then down each leg. I need not have worried about her pleasure as I slowly caressed her body with the oil. She was obviously enjoying herself - giggling at first as the cool oil hit her body, then moaning with pleasure as I ran my hands over her. Soon, her front was glistening, from her neck, over her breasts, down her flat stomach, into the delicate shaved fold between her legs, and down each smooth leg. As I dipped my fingers between her legs I knew she was turned-on, and let her enjoy a brief moment with my fingers teasing against her tender clit and inside her.

I could now hear the pre-oiled grill starting to sizzle behind us, indicating it was hot and ready. I hoped Lucia wouldn't guess my intentions before I was ready. I checked the blindfold was secure then rolled her over again, spilling drops of oil onto the table surface around her helpless body. I quickly tied up her hair under the blindfold and oiled her back, making sure to cover every inch as before, from her shoulders down her back and arms, over her pert buttocks and down the backs of her legs. If she had any idea that this wasn't just some kinky massage game, then she certainly didn't show it. She didn't even flinch when I put my hands under her body and lifted her.

I struggled to carry her in my arms, but I managed to get her next to the hot grill, positioning myself carefully. Without any hesitation I rolled her forwards, dropping her down onto the hot plate. The sizzle of her oiled body contacting the oiled hot plate was drowned out by her scream. She didn't have time to move though, as I quickly dropped the top lid of the grill over her; remorselessly pushing it down onto her back, no doubt crushing her arms behind her, until I was able to shut the locking catch. As I'd hoped, her head and feet were sticking out from either side of the grill; her body now sealed between two searing-hot metal plates.

She was screaming, crying and pleading for release, obviously in agony, but I ignored her. I wondered how long she would last. Her tears were already drying out, sweat dripping off her brow, her cries getting weaker. I wanted another look at her before she died, so I unlocked the grill lid and lifted it up. Beneath, her back, arms and legs were seared with brown burn marks where the lid had been pressing down against her flesh. I gingerly touched her body, seeing if she could react but she didn't seem to have the will or strength to struggle. The heat had broken the string around her wrists but she was only able to limply drop her arms to her sides. I pushed her over, the oil sizzling and steaming around her. Her front was almost entirely blistered and burned, red or black, particularly her breasts, stomach and down her legs.

I pulled off her blindfold and looked into her eyes which once had caused me to want her, and they were looking at me, pleading, shocked and in pain. I wanted to taste her now. I fetched a carving set and dug the fork into her thigh nearest to me. The skin broke easily, it was almost crispy, but I had to really sink the fork deeper into the muscle beneath, causing Lucia to flinch. I took the carving knife and began slicing down into her leg, sawing a chunk away. I lifted the cut from her thigh, it was almost raw, blood dripping as I lifted it to a plate. But I couldn't resist and immediately took a large bite, chewing and tearing into the flesh like an animal. As I did, Lucia seemed to spasm and I knew she was quickly dying. I closed the grill lid again, locking it firmly against her front as she let out a pathetic cry of despair and pain.

I watched her face closely as I chewed on her leg meat, savouring each mouthful thoughtfully. Eventually her spasms stopped, her mouth dropped open and I decided she was dead. Her eyes were still open, now fixed in a stare, watching me. I couldn't look at that, so I fetched a large cleaver and swung it down onto her neck with all my strength. After several hacks of the cleaver, I managed to sever her head and let it fall away, rolling onto the floor, leaving a trail of blood spilling from her neck. I lifted the grill lid, knowing I now needed to take the cuts of meat I wanted to finish cooking properly.

I methodically chopped off her feet and hands, ignoring the mess of blood sizzling against the hot grill and over the kitchen floor. Lucia's body now looked just like a piece of meat to be butchered, as I brought the cleaver down onto her arm, separating it from her body. Doing the same to her other arm I then struggled to cut off her legs from her body. Eventually I managed to slice through the thick meat of her thighs, leaving me with two arms, two legs and her torso remaining.

I lifted Lucia's torso back onto the preparation table, then rearranged her limbs onto the grill. Grabbing some butter, I let a few blocks melt against her charred skin, then spread it all over her arms and legs liberally. Closing the grill lid, I left her limbs to sizzle, turning my attention back to her torso. I’m not a butcher by any means, so I wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed, but decided to trust my instincts. Turning the torso breasts-downwards, I took the carving knife and started methodically slicing thick chunks from her buttocks and the top of her thigh stumps. I even managed to add cuts from the small of her back and her flanks to the growing pile of freshly butchered meat.

Turning her body back to face me, I wondered about cutting off her breasts, but decided that they wouldn't be good to eat. Instead, I buried the knife into her crotch, cutting deeply around her still-pink cunt, managing to dissect most of the outer lips intact with the meaty part around her pubis. A bloody mess remained, but I persevered, taking every part of flesh and muscle which looked edible and tasty. I didn't dare attempt to gut her, so I was forced to leave a large part of her untouched. I found the kitchen's waste disposal unit, which was thankfully large enough for me to force in the left-over parts. The machine whirred and strained, as it smashed up her bones and guts into a pulp.

I went back to the grill and checked on Lucia's arms and legs, cursing myself that I should've taken more time to butcher her limbs properly too. However, the skin looked crisp and crackly, and a quick inspection with a knife proved that the meat inside was cooked perfectly. I wondered how I was going to eat so much meat in one go, so I decided to concentrate on another part of her thigh, cutting from the same point where I had taken the first almost-raw slice before she died. This time the meat was cooked and it melted in my mouth, sending me into a bliss of gastronomic delight.

Once I'd eaten my fill, I knew that I couldn't eat any more. I chopped up as much of the grilled meat as possible, putting it into sandwiches. I filled the fridge, and put a label on the door - "Dear contractors, we've left some meaty sandwiches for your lunch. Help yourself". I smiled wickedly as I imagined the workers tomorrow enjoying Lucia’s meat without realising where it was from.

I divided the rest of the butchered meat into freezer bags, labelling each bag with which body part it contained. I turned my attention to cleaning up. After a couple of hours of washing, scrubbing and bleaching, the kitchen looked as good as new. The hard work had made me hungry again, so I grabbed one of the sandwiches I had put in the fridge, containing Lucia's grilled arm meat. I only had her severed head left to decide what to do with. I looked at it, placed on the preparation table. She was still attractive, and in a moment of spontaneity I leaned down and kissed her lips to say goodbye. Picking up the head I took it to the waste disposal unit and threw the head inside. A few moments of alarming grinding and whirring, then an audible crack as her skull smashed, and the head disappeared into the waste chute along with the rest of her remains.

Satisfied, I killed the lights and set off home with a heavy bag of meat to put in my freezer. Lucia would keep me fed for the next few weeks at least… Starting with her cunt tonight, I thought to myself with an evil grin.