"The meat from one girl is enough to stuff and roast three girls," Dr. Wills reported, then pursed her lips and said to Jay and Brett, "Boys, why don't you check the equipment in the truck? If we're going to get a handle on the scenario, we need to find out how many girls can actually be roasted here."
"Why?" Liz demanded as Brett and Jay went to check.
The professor arched her eyebrow. "We need to fulfill the fantasy properly, or we could end up repeating it until we get it right. It's a little suspicious that one girl makes enough ground meat to stuff and roast three, when there are exactly four girls here, don't you think? It seems to me they've brought exactly the quantity of girls they need."
Liz's eyes grew wider, and she shook her head with her mouth open. "No way! You expect us all to submit to this?"
"It's necessary in order to get out of this simulation to complete the scenario," the professor repeated. "If you don't cooperate, eventually the system will force it upon you."
"No way!" Liz protested, looking over at Cindy, the culprit behind all this. She was up on her knees, vigorously jilling her way to an orgasm now.
The professor smirked playfully and squeezed her tits. "I suspect we should start by agreeing on which of us gets our tasty meat ground into sausage. Anyone interested?"
Cindy moaned and jilled harder. Liz looked at her with frustration, then went over and knelt on the ground next to her, putting her hand on her back.
"You don't seriously want that, do you?" she demanded. "To get turned into ground meat?"
Cindy gave a huffing laugh and said, "Actually, I wanna get stuffed."
"You want to have one of us ground up and stuffed inside you?" Liz retorted, incredulous.
The girl started leaning on her while her hand worked away furiously. She nodded while panting with her mouth open.
The boys came back, lugging a large boxy piece of power equipment. Brett explained, "There's a lot of gear to set up."
"And how many girls will you be cooking?" the professor inquired.
"All of you," Jay said with relish. "There's three spits and three rotisseries. Plus one of you to grind up with this thing."
Wills nodded. "So the scenario is that you need to satisfy a plan that requires four and have only three volunteers, so you have purchased Cindy, a commercial meat girl, to be the fourth."
"Who's a volunteer?!" Liz demanded.
The professor chuckled. "Or you don't have to be a volunteer. Perhaps you were caught cheating on your grades, or lost a bet, or got here through a misunderstanding. These gynophagia stories really don't need much of an excuse to kill a girl."
The boys opened panels and unfolded legs, working with the box which bore a big label on the side, MRS SAUSAGE FULLY AUTOMATIC GIRL PROCESSOR.
Rae went over and looked down into the opening on top, then gulped and bit her lower lip. It was terrifyingly obvious from its rough size what would be going into this entrance.
Looking at the book, the professor shakes her head. "The technology in this scenario is completely impossible in the real world. This machine supposedly separates the skin, bones and soft tissues all in one step."
Brett nodded. "That's right. The bones and the hide drop out the bottom, and the rest gets ground up and exits this spout here on the side. The containers to catch them are still in the truck."
"There's other equipment you need to use on us first," the professor notes, waving the book. "It gives directions on how to clean us out first."
"Why are you helping?" Liz protested. She was subconsciously caressing Cindy's back while supporting her as the girl continued to attack her own pussy.
Jay ignored her and answered Wills. "Yeah, I guess, but we need everything ready before we start. You guys come help us. There's a lot of gear to set up."
Liz stayed with Cindy while Rae and Wills went with the boys. They assembled the rotisserie frames and brought out more mysterious equipment. Last out of the truck was the massive spits, which the girls all eye with more than a little fear.
The two men and two women surveyed their work. The 'processor' now stood ready with hoppers to one side and below the main box and a bucket ready to catch the meat as it came out. On the picnic benches sat mysterious devices, along with ingredients like cooking oil and chopped herbs.
"That's everything," Brett confirmed, then looked at Wills. "What's first?"
She consults the book and reports,"First, all of us have to be..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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