The Taste of Consent

“If you’re here to be processed, just follow after me.” the server said, her hand gently but firmly pulling Juniper towards the kitchen.
“N-no, I’m waiting for my date.” Juniper stammered, her nerves getting the better of her, all too conscious of the glistening, steaming meatgirls at the centerpiece of dozens of tables in the restaurant. The server’s eyes were fixated upon her chest, and Juniper could sense the possibilities flickering through the woman’s mind. Trying to keep her mind off her predicament, she glanced over the toned body of the server and her perfect Asian features complimented by trendy cropped hair, and wondered how she had survived working here.

Thoughts of cannibalism struck too close to her current predicament, so she decided instead to survey the restaurant one more time. A trickle of sweat made its way down the small of her back as she resisted the gentle tugging. Scott had gotten stuck in traffic on their last date, and she had only narrowly avoided being spitted by fucking half the kitchen staff to stall for time before he arrived. Her asshole still ached after that marathon, and cum had leaked out of her pussy for at least three days – but it had been enjoyable once she knew she wouldn’t shortly be the dinner special.

Sexual prowess aside, her plump ass and generous chest made her the envy of many a restaurant, but Juniper had a dark secret – she did not want to die oiled and squirming for the pleasure of others. That meant finding a man willing to let her live for longer than an evening, and fast – she had somehow survived to her sophomore year of college as a shapely redhead without being forced to host a BBQ or casually snuffed at a party by a drunk freshman.
“Juniper! This one’s mine, thank you.” She looked in the direction of the voice, and her lower lip stopped quivering as her savior pulled her away from the server. “Scott! Took you long enough.” she whispered, burying her face in his chest as she hugged him.

“I promised I wouldn’t keep you waiting after last time… though you certainly seemed wet enough when I arrived” he whispered back, slipping a finger under her dress to lightly rub her rapidly moistening pussy.
“Your table is over here” the server interjected, her tone betraying her irritation at her meatgirl having turned out to be a patron. “My name is Rachel, will you have any drinks to start?”

“Your strongest aphrodisiac cocktail for her, please. Water for me.” Scott replied, winking at Juniper across the table.
Juniper noticed Rachel’s mouth quirk from its polite smile into a genuine grin for a fraction of a second, before quickly scooping up the drinks menu she had just placed on the table and briskly walking to the kitchen. “Strange…” she thought to herself. Scott seemed oblivious to the server’s reaction, ogling the meat adorning most of the tables.

Several minutes of innuendo filled small talk later, Juniper felt ready to fuck Scott then and there. Rachel reappeared with a glass of water placing it on the table followed by a a delicate champagne flute. With a flourish, she poured bubbling pink liquid from a golden flask, only filling the glass a quarter of the way. “Drink quickly – it’s most effective immediately” Rachel said, before walking away.

“This looks so weird… are you sure it’s not meant for registered meatgirls?” she asked, worry dancing in her eyes as she stared at the glass.
“I’m sure it’s safe sweetie, the restaurant has to verify meatgirls volunteered first… and you know how great sex feels with some restaurant grade aphrodisiac in you.” he said, grinning. “The only thing eating you tonight is all those jealous eyes.”

Juniper threw back her head and gulped it down in one swallow before her nervous grip dropped the glass, the fizzing making her eyes water as a tingly feeling spread throughout her body. “Hey, aren’t we supposed to order?” she asked, as her nipples began sending tiny jolts of pleasure whenever they rubbed against the fabric of her dress. Just the movement of setting down the glass created enough sensation in her nipples to make her gasp.
“Oh right, this is a restaurant. What part of your fellow woman do you feel like devouring?” Scott teased, reaching over to pinch a nipple.
“Fuck that feels good… but stop distracting me, I think I’ll have a salad.” Juniper managed to say, a shudder running through her as she thought of eating a human being… and simultaneously filling the air with the scent of her girlcum as the shudder ground her pussy against the newly soaked cushion of the seat.

“A salad? I know you hate cannibalism as an institution, but when in Rome… you can have a nice thigh cut, and I’ll have some ribs.” he said. “You may not want to become meat, but everyone else on the menu volunteered… probably. They’re supposed to be volunteers, anyways.” Scott mused, noticing that Juniper seemed in no way to be paying attention to him and had slipped her hand beneath her dress. A silent orgasm wracked her body as her hand furiously worked at her snatch, her perfect lips opening delicately into an O after only a dozen seconds had passed. Scott’s pants bulged with an erection at the sight.

Juniper’s mind flooded with pleasure as her pussy ached with unrelenting longing. No amount of pleasuring herself came close to satisfying this new urge, and only intensified the feeling even as another orgasm ripped through her lush body. She let out a low moan, the pleasure having overtaken her so thoroughly she seemed to have forgotten how to speak.

“Enjoying yourself, huh” Scott said, flagging down the server. “I’ll have a rack of ribs, and she’ll have a thigh” he said, his eyes never leaving his date. “Just how long does that last, anyways?”
“The rest of her life, probably – I haven’t seen a woman take a dose that strong and walk out of the restaurant conscious. They always volunteer, if they don’t fall over first and have to be carried to the kitchen.” Rachel said, winking. She stopped for a moment to appreciate Juniper’s moans as the considerably distracted woman worked up another orgasm.

“I- fuck fuck fuck yes yes- I won’t- oh fuck – won’t volunteer.” Juniper managed to gasp, before another world-shattering orgasm caused her back to arch. One of her tits escaped the dress, dancing and jiggling freely.
“You heard her – hey, do you think I can fuck her in here?” Scott asked, his erection beginning to strain at the pitiful attempts of his pants to contain it.
“Of course, have you been paying attention?” Rachel replied. “Look around.”

Scott glanced around, suddenly realizing that the scent of sex was not emanating purely from Juniper’s feverish efforts. The formerly reserved restaurant now resembled an orgy, slapping flesh and entwined couples adorning most of the tables and some of the floor. One blonde seemed to have been killed in the excitement, her neck twisted at an unnatural angle as cum leaked from her ravaged anus and blood leaked from her mouth. A young man seemed undeterred by this, pumping away at her cooling pussy as he ripped chunks from her breasts with his teeth. The girlmeat lay forgotten in the throes of passion and death that seemed to have spontaneously gripped the restaurant. Scott’s erection became almost painful as a wet spot of precum appeared on his pants.

“The scent of that aphrodisiac was strong enough to affect the entire restaurant after she came. You know the price of that stuff, right?” Rachel asked, her hand exploring within her skirt as she talked.
“Uhhhh… no. It can’t be more than a few hundred, right?” Scott said, sliding beside Juniper as he ripped off his clothes. Now gushing precum, he lined himself up with her dripping slit and grabbed a breast to stabilize himself. He let out a moan as Juniper took the hint, slamming herself down on his cock without hesitation and bouncing eagerly.

“It’s $3000 per ounce, and she drank four ounces.” Rachel stated, grinning. “I hope you don’t plan on paying with credit card?”

“Fuck I didn’t know -” he gasped as his enthusiastic partner pounded him into the cushion. Almost immediately, he felt Juniper’s pussy working in overdrive to milk out his every drop. Her orgasm seemed to have become nearly continuous as he painted her womb in seconds, the seed spurting out from around his still-hard cock and adding to the smell of cum already taking over the restaurant. Moaning, he slipped out of her snatch, but Juniper grabbed his cock and placed it against her quivering asshole. Sweat dripped down his body as he eased past Juniper’s well-used sphincter, pumping faster and faster as he approached his second climax. They both came in unison, her anus milking him with an intensity bordering on painful. She shortly slumped forwards, unconscious. Scott’s member slipped out and cum dripped from her asshole to splatter on the floor.

“Well, your date here is probably worth at least the price of the drink” the server said, having waited patiently for the couple to finish. She squeezed the sweaty, plump breast that had escaped Juniper’s dress, giving particular attention to the woman’s pink nipples as they stood proudly erect. Juniper moaned slightly, the sexual sensitivity extending even to her sleep.

“What the hell, I can always find another slut to fuck. She’ll understand, I’m sure, even if she did hate the idea.” Scott said, grabbing one of Juniper’s arms and offering the other to Rachel. “Let’s get her in there. Nobody can taste if the meat didn’t exactly consent… and I can’t afford that bill, as much as I loved keeping my perfect anal slut around.”

Preparation

Juniper wriggled, her half-conscious brain wondering why her arms refused to move more than an inch. She blearily opened her eyes, blurry shapes gradually resolving into a bright light overhead… white tiles… a few figures in dresses… no, aprons. A noise assaulted her aching head, as Rachel’s legs withstood her efforts to stand up. Testing her limbs, she decided her arms were tied behind her back and her ankles to her thighs. Wriggling, she only managed to flop herself sideways, coming face to face with Rachel’s severed head. Juniper snapped fully awake, only able to catch the tail end of the sentence ringing in her confused ears “…showcased on the central spit, if we can make space.”

She stared at Rachel’s former body trussed and neatly fitted into a roasting tray on the table next to hers, a chef liberally applying oil to her scant curves and finishing up the stitching on an abdomen bulging with stuffing. He flipped her over, her ass sticking up and plugged with a thick steel thermometer. Juniper’s body betrayed her, arousal creeping back into the space just seconds before occupied by panic. “fuck that drug… don’t want this… the kitchen?” she thought belatedly, only managing to groan a low “let me go” before hands roughly tilted her head back and shoved the largest ring gag Juniper had ever seen into her mouth.

“Shhhhh… Meat doesn’t speak. Just relax and enjoy the preparations” a female voice said. Juniper craned her neck, identifying the speaker as a blonde in her mid-twenties, her hair pulled into a utilitarian bun and wearing nothing but a blood-spattered apron over her curvy body. A name tag was pinned to an upper corner. Juniper was just barely able to make out that her captor was named Maya. “You have the honor of riding the spit, unlike Rachel over there. Taking customers against their will is unforgivable, but we can’t very well have you run off and ruin our reputation, can we?”

Juniper tried to plead, to say she wouldn’t say a thing, that she just wanted to live, but was only rewarded with flying spittle and indecipherable noises for her efforts to speak around the gag. Tears leaked from her eyes as her chance of living beyond the dinner rush dwindled. Maya wiped away a few of her tears, sympathy written on her face even as she poured a jug of dark brown sauce into a bowl. The scent of barbecue made Juniper’s mouth water despite everything, dinner having been interrupted before her food had arrived. Maya set down the bowl before leaving Juniper’s line of sight and allowing the bound meatgirl to watch as Rachel’s body was slid into an oven. She returned with a large bag of fluid and a tube, as well as two male chefs who lifted Juniper to a table in a tiled corner with a drain.

“Scott mentioned you liked anal – I hope you like enemas too.” Adjusting Juniper so she lay facedown on the table, with her legs hanging down and arms on her back, Maya unceremoniously shoved the tube into the meatgirl’s asshole. The fluid flowed relentlessly into her colon. Juniper quickly decided that being stuffed with a baseball bat would have been more enjoyable than being turned into a living water balloon. The aphrodisiac was no savior, its effects apparently useless against the horrible stretching sensation distending Juniper’s belly. Maya waited until the bag was entirely drained before sliding the tube out with a wet plop. Dirty water gushed from Juniper’s asshole and flowed onto the floor, draining away. A painful jet of water blasted her slightly gaped asshole before another tube forced its way into her ass. The torture repeated several times, Maya giving her a slap on the ass once the redhead was fully cleaned out. “Good girl… no more of that, I promise.” Maya said, toweling Juniper off and directing the chefs to move her back to the table.

Maya began gently spreading cool sauce over the meatgirl’s skin, fireworks of pleasure exploding outwards from every touch. Endless kneading, rubbing, and stroking blurred the next several minutes, the hypersensitivity refusing to let Juniper form a coherent thought. She moaned and writhed in anticipation when Maya’s gentle but firm massage reached her pussy. The chef efficiently stroked Juniper’s engorged clit with her right hand for a few seconds. Suddenly, pain lanced through the pleasure as something forced its way into her vagina. Juniper contorted to see the intruder, revealing itself to be Maya’s left hand firmly ensconced deep within her. The lightly coated fist emerged, globs of cum mixed with the sauce. Maya tentatively licked some of the cum before grinning. “Seems you came pre-marinated” she joked, before forcing another handful of sauce into Juniper’s tortured birth canal. Juniper braced herself for the pain this time, and focused on Maya’s expert pleasuring as she felt an orgasm building against all odds. She shuddered, squirting Maya’s apron with sauce from her clenching pussy.

“None of that, now” Maya scolded, taking both hands off Juniper, who moaned incoherently. “Next up is your favorite hole.” She picked up a 2 foot long device that looked like a giant rounded caulk gun, slathering it in sauce before filling it from the bowl. Balancing it against Juniper’s asshole, she pushed it in with nearly no resistance, the tortured sphincter haven given up. Juniper felt the familiar sensation of rough anal sex and reveled in it, her particular proclivity for anal no small part of why Scott had kept her around. The girth of the syringe stretched her further than she had ever been before, plunging deep within her colon. Lancing pain laced with flutters of pleasure emanated from her abdomen, the syringe continuing far deeper than Juniper had ever dared penetrate. Maya wiggled it around, watching the meatgirl’s face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure before depressing the syringe while slowly pulling out. Sauce laced with traces of blood leaked from her ravaged, gaped hole as Maya finished covering Juniper’s legs.

“You’re all set! Now, let’s get you a ride” she said, grinning. A thick metal spit thudded as it came to rest on the table next to Juniper. Juniper managed to squeal, eyes wide, as Maya forced her head towards the ceiling. An overflowing cup of that same pink liquid from before came into her vision before being tipped towards her mouth, Maya pinching her nose until she swallowed it all down. “Stuff comes by the gallon for the meat – unlike whatever your lying server Rachel may have said” Maya murmured, continuing. “This should keep you horny right up until the dinner plate, like the good little meatgirl you are now.” Juniper’s world narrowed, her pupils dilating, as the light brush of air on her bare skin set her pussy gushing and causing her pelvis to grind helplessly against the air. Desperate for relief, she let out a muffled groan as she spasmed on the table, her trussed arms and legs preventing her from accomplishing anything but spattering Maya’s apron with droplets of sauce.

Through the pink-tinged haze, her world inverted. Lightning bolts of pleasure lanced through her hypersensitive breasts as they were pressed into the table. Maya’s familiar hands began pushing until her legs hung over the edge of the table, before the biting embrace of the ropes on her legs disappeared. Kicking, Juniper tried to stand and immediately fell face-first onto the table. The mere bouncing of her tits had managed to bring her over the edge and into yet another crippling orgasm. Panting, hopeless, and yet somehow still perversely aroused, Juniper went limp and lay desolately on the table as hands gripped her ankles. Maya inspected Juniper closely as she lay on the table, her legs hanging down and secured by a male chef who seemed to be having a staring contest with the meatgirl’s filet. “Want to fuck her?” she asked, slapping Juniper on her perfectly plump ass. “I would, if I had a dick. She’s in perfect position for a quick doggystyle before her final fuck.”

Wordlessly, the male chef pulled down his pants and hastily pressed his enormous throbbing dick against Juniper’s slick, sauce-stained pussy. He grabbed her ass, his hands sinking into the pillowy flesh, before thrusting an 8 inch behemoth into her depths. Juniper moaned and kicked, Maya quickly making sure to grab her ankles again and getting a close-up of the fucking from below. The rhythmic slapping of their sweat-soaked bodies began to arouse her more than she had expected, though in hindsight giving Juniper that high a dose of the drug would make its effects inescapable for anyone in the kitchen. Juniper screamed as she was penetrated, her pussy stretched and rubbed in ways she had never imagined. She had never tested the limits of her pussy, preferring instead to discover the limits of her anus, and she resolved to explore it if she somehow survived the night. Every thrust felt better than the previous, an endless series of peaks immediately beat by the next as the monster within her cunt rearranged her organs.

Her eyes rolled back as she felt warm cum explode within her. The ensuing climax was accompanied by enough squirted girlcum to entirely soak the chef’s pants and Maya’s face. Maya, watched as the sauce squirting out of Juniper’s pussy suddenly become lighter, and she opened her mouth to catch the cum about to emerge. Attempting to catch and savor every drop, she watched as the chef shook and slowed down. He shivered with another orgasm of his own as he plunged hilt-deep and stayed there, pumping the final spurts of his load. He made the motion of standing up, before being jerked to a stop by his cock still within the meatgirl. Juniper’s pussy continued to contract and pulse, his hands frantically slipping off Juniper’s well-sauced ass in his attempts to escape. His face an expression of ecstatic overstimulation, he finally managed to extricate himself as Juniper went limp. He stumbled away, and Maya heard “…those fucking drugs…” as he walked to the bathroom to find a new pair of pants.

Maya directed a different chef to help hold the meatgirl’s legs just in case she became conscious, and picked up the spit. Juniper woke to a familiar confusion, though all she saw as she opened her eyes was a metal table streaked with barbecue sauce. The smell of cum and sex hung heavy in the air, mingling nicely with the scent of roasted meat. Thinking of roasting meat, her dire situation sprung back to mind – and immediately, she tried to recoil away from a coldness in her pussy. “Welcome back to the land of the living, sleepyhead” Maya said from somewhere behind her. “You’re just in time for the main event.” Her pussy, still sore from the reaming she had received just a minute earlier, began to stretch satisfyingly as the coldness forced its way further inside. Almost fully suppressed by the drug, the small shred of her personality left to her recoiled in fear and revulsion that anyone thought dying on a spit could be pleasurable – and yet, the sensations ravaged her mind unabated.

Maya pushed further, the inches-thick spit protruding from Juniper’s pussy sliding ever so slightly deeper inside. She enjoyed spitting meatgirls the most, of all the preparation methods. The smell of their arousal and the sound of their moans, in combination with the secondhand effects of the drug, really made her cravings for cock spike. Waving a finger to the chef who had fucked Juniper before as he returned, she thrust her hips out and bit her lip as she made eye contact. He took the invitation, his cock already recovered as she felt 8 inches of bliss take her from behind. Maya clenched hard, working his shaft as hard as she could, before he came in only a few dozen thrusts and she came alongside him, the spit buried a foot within Juniper’s pussy forgotten for a moment. “More than ten thrusts? I think you set a record for time spent in my pussy.” she quipped, giving the cum a taste before returning her attention to the meat. Juniper had begun to cry again, leaving pale trails of freckled skin as the tears wiped away her seasoning. Maya ignored them this time, feeling a small amount of resistance as she continued to push, before Juniper let out an ear-piercing shriek.

The meatgirl’s back arched, and only valiant straining by the chefs holding her down managed to keep her from sliding off the spit again. “We just hit the end of the road, as far as your pussy is concerned” Maya explained to the sobbing meatgirl. “Thankfully, the spit is quite the off-road vehicle.” She gave Juniper’s lonely clit a playful flick and watched the woman shudder and force the spit deeper on her own, a bulge betraying the progress of the spit through her abdomen. Rhythmic pulsing of her vaginal muscles began to work the spit further inside. Maya smiled, amused, bending over to lick Juniper’s clit furiously and watch the bulge of the spit work its way inside even faster.

Girlcum splattered her cheeks as she licked, squirting from the edges of the spit as the muscles contracted ever faster. Juniper was transfixed by the intruder, her brain having abandoned all attempts at thought and her body reacting on autopilot as it drew the spit further into itself. She was awash in a fading sea of ecstasy, aware only of the pulsing of her muscles as they drove the spit inexorably through her body and the pleasant pressure from her clit. A dim sense of pain rippled through her chest as she felt the spit punch into her stomach, before a choking sensation at the bottom of her throat steadily increased in intensity. The pain cut deeper now, her body’s survival instinct finally reasserting control as it struggled for breath. The pain radiated hotter, burning her from within as the red-tipped point of the spit gouged a groove into the top of her mouth.

As it scraped along her teeth, she felt something push her head up, aligning it with the spit. She watched in horror as the blood-soaked tip emerged in a spurt of blood and popped the gag off, even as her vision began to fade. Maya stood, wiping her mouth, before grabbing a sharpened metal tube and slamming it into Juniper’s throat. Juniper continued to asphyxiate, a trickle of blood running from her mouth and over her fluttering chest. Frowning, Maya removed the tube and slammed it slightly further down, the smell of blood filling the room as Juniper’s desperate lungs ejected the frothy redness within them. The air whistled frantically through the tube as Juniper’s body clung to life. Juniper’s consciousness returned with the air in her lungs, and she watched through a haze of pain as Maya took a syringe and plunged it somewhere she couldn’t see.

The pain ceased, torn from her, leaving only the ecstasy. “Oops… probably shouldn’t have forgotten that.” Maya said, giggling. Juniper tried to scream at her uselessly, the words dying at the spit firmly blocking the way. She felt her limbs being manipulated, tied to the spit, at the same time as an anal stabilizer was inserted and spikes were thrust through her breasts to pin them in place. A weak orgasm rippled through Juniper’s body, but the shock was finally beginning to weaken her as she fought to stay awake.

She hung limply, her body gleaming erotically in the harsh light of the kitchen. Maya licked her lips, before lifting the spit with the help of another nearly naked female chef and walking out to the restaurant. “Is there space on the center spit?” she asked, looking for the head chef. “No, but that meatgirl looks a lot hotter than the one already on there. We can make space.” the head chef said, striding out to the glowing coals with a large bag. The restaurant had calmed down from the chaos earlier, and Maya evaluated the blonde with chunks ripped out of her breasts taking center stage in the pit.

“Ripped to pieces, not even seasoned… whoever did this sloppy a job deserves to go to the ovens, ruining a woman like this” she thought to herself. The head chef unceremoniously grabbed the blonde’s spit with oven mitts, tipping the girl and spit into the bag. Dragging it back to the kitchen, he made a mock bow to Maya. “Mademoiselle, your promised space.” he said, laughing. “I have a woman to butcher.”

Maya set the spit onto the stands and watched as the meatgirl slowly began to rotate, the scent of barbecue filling the air. Juniper’s eyes darted around rapidly as the world spun and burned, trying to scream that she wasn’t here by choice. It may be too late for her, but perhaps she could do something… warn someone. But no matter where she looked, every eye on her only leered at her plump body and the coals sizzling as sweat dripped onto them. Her breasts bounced painfully every time they flopped over, the spikes keeping them together but not fixed in place. The endless heat from the coals battered at her awareness, a headache pounding as the heat baked her skin. She looked desperately at one final corner and saw him – Scott, seated with another woman. He blew a kiss and held up his fork and knife as her vision blurred and she was nothing more than dinner.

EPILOGUE
Scott dug into Juniper’s pussy, smiling at the woman he had found at the restaurant’s bar. “I like my fucksluts to exclusively take it in the ass. You down for that?” he asked. She gave him a disgusted look before stabbing a steak knife into her throat. “I would literally rather die.” she gurgled, falling over.