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Five students stumble on a mysterious lab at the end of a shadowy path on campus.
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Chapter #4

The group is having a cookout; Cindy's the meat!

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"Oh, my, fucking, gawd," Cindy moaned. She knew instantly it was her dirtiest fantasy. Everyone else was clothed, although the girls were in fairly skimpy bikinis and sandals with three inch heels, but she was nude, and she was kneeling, handcuffed behind her back, with manacles on her feet. A collar around her neck connected to a chain that was staked to the ground and was too short to even allow her to stand up. On her left tit right above the nipple, she could see a USDA PRIME stamp and hanging from a crude steel ring shoved through the nipple was some kind of metal tag. She was undeniably now a meat girl.

They were in some kind of park, at a picnic site. There weren't any other people visible, or vehicles, but she could hear dogs barking once in a while. They had all the sodas, brew, potato salad etc. for a cook-out, but the cooking equipment was outlandishly large, and the others had not grasped yet what it was they were cooking. The others were standing around, looking a little confused, except for Dr. Wills, who had just noticed and picked up a book on the table, flipping it open.

"This is fascinating. Whose fantasy is this?" Dr. Wills asked, looking up from the book and adjusting her glasses.

"What's that book?" Jay asked.

"It's a cookbook," the sexy scientist answered, tugging up on her swimsuit top slightly. It had not been a secret before that she was quite busty, but now, revealed in a swimsuit, she was clearly at least a DDD cup, and the swimsuit was not doing much to cover most of the breast skin, including leaving significant underboob. She did not seem to realize yet that the more she tugged upward, the more underboob she was showing.

"Cookbook?"

"For cooking girls. So the main course today appears to be Cindy. I believe we would refer to her as the meat girl."

"We're supposed to cook Cindy?" Liz demanded, astonished.

Rae rubbed her arms, which were crossed over her bosom. Her bandeau top was about the width of an Ace bandage, and she was visibly self-conscious about it. But she commented, "Wow, that's kinda... hot."

"Rae!" Liz scolded. The boys were also looking a little embarrassed. And possibly trying to conceal hard-ons.

"The nature of the system imparts the fetish on all the participants," Dr. Wills commented, scanning a recipe as she spoke. "Everyone will feel sexually aroused by the situation eventually. Including you."

"We are not going to cook Cindy!" Liz declared.

"Well, that would pose a problem," Dr. Wills said. "We can't end the milieu without completing the fantasy."

"The what?" asked Jay.

"I mean we can't get out unless we cook her," Dr. Wills clarified. "Possibly we could cook someone else, provided it fits the fantasy. This book is very specifically about cooking girls, so that appears to rule out cooking one of the boys."

Liz turned and scowled at Jay and Brett. "Which one of you freaks is responsible for this?"

"What makes you think it's one of us?" Jay demanded.

"You don't think a girl would have a fantasy where she gets killed and eaten, do you?" She had turned and looked at Cindy at that moment. Cindy was looking down and blushing fiercely.

After an uncomfortable pause as Liz stared at her, trying to work out what was happening, Dr. Wills stated, "Actually, death fantasies are more common than you might realize. Cannibalism and vore fetishes aren't rare at al. And they include fantasizing oneself as the subject to be devoured. So that's your fantasy then? Is it standard Dolcett fantasy? Or do you escape and not get cooked in your fantasy? Or I think another variant is that someone else volunteers to take your place?"

Cindy looked up, miserable. "This is so fucking embarrassing."

"It's important we do this right. Which is it?"

"Either you guys cook me, or another girl volunteers to take my place. And you cook her. And yeah, it's gotta be one of the girls. But if that happens, you're usually going to end up cooking me and her both. And you'll have to go ahead and have your picnic. Everyone gets horny and fucks while I'm cooking and while you eat, too. Once everyone eats their fill, they just throw the leftovers away. Or I heard dogs a while ago. Most of the time, I fantasize that the dogs get the leftover and bones. In the end, every bit of me is destroyed. Everything is eaten by either the humans or the dogs and nothing is left of me."

"Interesting," Dr Wills mused, consulting the book again. "What happens to major things like the skull, the pelvis..."

"You'll probably find bone saws and hammers in the equipment," Cindy answered, still embarrassed, and wondering if anyone noticed her stiff nipples yet. "Or maybe you'll find a grinder than can dispose of everything, but if it's for the dogs, you need to hack things up into pieces they can take. And either someone has a taste for girl brains, are you have the dogs eat them. Either way you need to open the skull to get the brain out."

They all looked around at each other, then back to the scientist. Liz walked over to Cindy and squatted next to her-- difficult in picnic ground dirt while wearing three-inch heels-- to put a hand on her shoulder.

Brett asked, "What happens if someone dies in the fantasy, Doctor?"

"Mm," she reflected for a moment. "My experience is that the trauma is bad, but not as bad as reality. I've died a number of times, and I'm still okay. It might cure her of the fantasy, but that's unlikely. It reinforced mine. My gang-bang fantasies always end in death, nowadays."

Liz asked, "Cindy... Why would you want to die? If you got problems, then talk to me..."

"I'm not suicidal!" Cindy retorted. "I don't want this in real life! I just..."

She hung her head and muttered, "Well, when you're rubbing one out your brain gets pretty crazy, y'know? I started getting horny in the movie theater over the girl getting eaten by the dragon or the shark or whatever when I barely had tits. I started rubbing myself whenever girls were getting eaten on screen. Then I found 'Dolcett' on the internet, and it made me even hornier, and I've been fantasizing about being cooked and eaten ever since. God, I'm so wet right now."

Liz had reached out and started toying with the metal tag. It looked so sexy, dangling from Cindy's nipple. While doing it, she noticed Cindy surreptitiously jilling herself, then realized what she was doing to the girl's nipple and jerked her hand back, embarrassed. She thought to herself, Fuck! I was just getting turned on by an inspection tag?

"So," Dr. Wills said, pushing her glasses up and returning to the book, "It is clear from the instructions in here, that if we are going to get out of here, either Cindy or another one of us girls will have to be...

You have the following choices:

1. Butchered and Grilled

2. Spit-roasted

3. Gutted and Stuffed

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4. Grilled whole

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5. Ground into hamburger patties

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