School Dinner

Of the three thousand staff and students at St. Harlin’s over 85% were female, resulting from the global shift in birth patterns since the germ war over two generations ago the majority of the population of the United States was now made up of genetically and physically healthy submissive masochistic females, for whom the sacrifice and cannibalism of a small number of the population, typically three percent per annum (about fifty million a year), was now an accepted norm.  Very few females saw their fortieth birthday and most went happily to their fate.   Part of this status was the emphasis on the correct education and raising of young girls for butchery from an early age.

The clock ticked slowly towrds ten thirty.  Although lessons wre supposed to continue as normal until that time, few people in the school, of any age, paid much attention to that Rule.

For most it was the mixture of dread and thrill that perhaps they, or a sister, would be Chosen today, for the smaller number of males in the classrooms it was the promise of a suspension of other Rules which aroused certain other critical reactions in their young bodies.  After all what healthy and virile our man wouldn’t be excited by the presence of literally hundreds of nude young girls all around on this bright, warm, sunny day.

The clock ticked the last few minutes away.  This year the banquet was to include eighteen Seniors and two Staff.

In the Senior Common Room the girls were either hugging themsleves in feaful readiness of their fate or in group hugs at the excitement of the Draw.

In the French class Miss Amanda DeVille mixed her attention of the clock with that of the class.  Being one of the younger members of the staff and quite handsomely attractive, and nude in front of forty pupils, of whom fifteen were young men with sets fo very attentive eyes on her various exposed aspects, it was difficult to get any other attention now that the clock was about to strike.

Ten thirty, and the shool’s Public Address speakers clicked on with that feedback whine that comes from unshieldded electricals.

“Attention!”  The headmaster’s voice crackled firmly, with a hint of his own excitement, “Attentional all staff and pupils!”  He cleared his throat. “We will now hold our end-of-term lottery darw.”  His voice faded a moment as he turned from then back to the microphone. “This term’s Draw is kindly being sponsored by the SugarDrop Company, who’s Managing Director, Mr. Frank Edwards will make the draw on our behalf.  This will ensure that all normal measure of probity and neutrality are maintained.  I should also point out that Mr. Edwards has five daughters attending our fine school and he has made it clear he will not stand in their way of being chosen if that is the case today.  Now the draw will be held.”

“Only after each number is drawn,” the Headmaster went on, “we will announce the names of the chosen member of staff or pupil for this year’s banquet. Please remember that all human rights are immediately suspended for each chosen sows, that is what they will become, and you are all asked to ensure that the meat is delivered safe and sound to the Kitchens before 1pm.”

He cleared his throat again.  “Now, Mr. Edwards, if you will be so kind?”

A more distant cultured voice came over the speakers.  “Of course.” Mr. Edwards said.

There was the faint rattling of what everyone knew was a large drum holding hundreds of small identical balls with the numbers pre-assigned to the upper classes and staff.

“No. 134″ Mr Edward’s announced.

“Emily Greenall, sixth form.”

And so it began.

In her classromm Amanda took here eyes off the speakers to watch her pupils.  Being a fifth form class all the girls here were equally liable to be selected.  And some of the boys were already removing their summer shorts, revealing their quite “interesting” manhoods.  Some of the girls giggled, Amanda smiled.

“No. 453″.

“Miss Amanda DeVille, Teaching Staff.”

Amanda’s heart stopped in that instant.  No!  It couldn’t be!  But the looks in the eyes of the boys in the room was obvious, it was her name.  She trembled as the pen she’d been holding fell from her hands.  Already the boys were grinning and rising from their seats.  Her body was shaking as the first boy reached her.

“Come on sow!”  He laughed.  Pushing her, weakening and aroused body back over the desk as other young male hands reached to grab the tug and spread her wide.  “Let’s get her well wet!”  The boy cried,  he thrust into her, as the rest of the class cheered.

Amanda’s head was pulled back over the edge of her, no, the desk, no longer hers. No human rights, she was a sow now, just a peice of meat, and soon to be the centrepeice of this evening’s barbeque. Her mouth was helped open and the first of several young cocks thrust in.  “Suck it hard sow, I want it big enough to split your ass wide open!”

Amidst the thrusting and cheers the sow, Amanda, felt her skin being twisted and pinched hard by the girls in the class as they assessed and compared her meat, her tits, her ass, her feet.

“What do you think,” one girl asked, “she really good enough for a grade A or maybe she’s only a grade B, y’know, for a stew?”

“Doesn’t matter,” one of the boys could be heard amongst the gruntings and gaspings as their near-virgin cocks spent themselves in each of sow Amanda’s holes, all of them, no matter what order they chose they took turns from one hole to the next. “With only twenty sows for the whole schools I guess most of them will go for mince or a stew.”

“Oh, right, I guess,” but I was looking forward to, y’know, a little real meat, I’ve never really tasted girlsteak.”

After using her on her back the boys and girls flipped the sow Amanda over and “spitted” her, two boys entering her together, one down her throat, “to open your passageways” and own in her ass.  With their cocks already semi-spent it was many long minutes of thrusting and tearing of her mouth and ass before each boy came.  And there were many boys, as the word had spread to neighbouring classes the boys streamed in to use the sow’s holes as much as they could.

The sow, Amanada, didn’t notice the passage of time, her body was tossed over and stuffed, fucked and assessed by all the pupils whol felt like doing so. In some part of her mind she knew the same would be happening in nineteen other locations around the school as all the sows were prepared for slaughter.

Finally a bell sounded over the PA system.  “Twelve forty-five!  Will you please deliver the sows to the kitchens please we have lost of work to do!  Those who wish to observe the preparations can do so from the Great Hall.

Everyone knew about the “preparations” as the  more sadistic members of the satff and the kitchen staff, awaited th emeat delivery.  It would then take about six hours to properly cook the meat for the feast.  A little longer if the sausage rolls and pasties were to be baked.

Sow Amanda’s arms were tied tight behind her bacak as she was lifted to her feet and lead off through the corridors.  Most of the boys and girls stayed behind to enjoy the pleasures of each others’ company, but a few, including many of the younger ones, followed the Seniors as they led the sow down the long corridors.

Scores of inquisitive little hands and fingers, pinched and prodded the sow’s meat as she was guided through the hallways.  The crowds grew closer to the kitchens as other processions of sows and “helpers” converged on the Great Hall and the kitchens beyond.

The Great Hall was specially designed for the new age of American Cannibalism, and normal educational requirements.

Instead of a single stage at one end the Hall had been inspired by the three ring circus.  At one end was the main ceremonial and presentation stage, in the centre of the hall the floor was marked with the iron circle of the fighting ring, to which were normally mounted upright posts and the ropes for the Gladiatorial bouts that culled the forth form surplus each year, and at the other end of the Hall were the kitchens.

Above these three areas were two upper levels of balconies, allowing many more students, staff, parents and guests to attend and watch the activities.

The kitchens occupied the full width of the hall’s end their broad partitions could be pulled back so that the largest audience could gather for the preparation of any feast, barbeque or other special event.

This was the case today as the many groups of students flocked in and assembled in a loose open semi-circle around the opened wall.

Amanda was passed through the crowd and handed over to the kitchen staff.  Briskly she was lined up with the other sows already present, her restraints checked and adjusted to pull her arms tight together behind her back and shoulders back.  The School Chef and Chief Cook both handled her with the cool professionalism of long experience in processing live meat for the school.  A few minutes later and all the girls were lined up for the final inspection.

Amanda could see that some of the girls had been as well-used as herself, and felt proud that she’d been of good final service to her young pupils. Now she settled into waiting for the decisions that would determine how she was to be cooked.

Many pupils were waiting for the same decisions, some taking bets on which sow would go which way, as a tradition in all modern American schools the younger pupils were encouraged to the front of the audience, to learn their own future and to learn the art of processing a sow.  Every banquet was also a cookery and anatomy lesson.

Like the rest of the school, male and female the kitchen staff were bare.  The men were happy to show off their outstanding manhoods in the presence of so many bare girls. It was well known that most girls facing their final moments were overwhelmed by arousal and often needed a final fuck to send them off.  By tradition this privilege was always left to a sow’s butcher/cook or owner/husband. It was good that the pupils were exposed to this tradition at an early stage in their adult education.  Many of the Senior girls to the back of the crowd were stroking their own cunts in sympathetic arousal or arching their backs and offering themselves to their male classmates, a few of whom were happy to rut with the girls while watching the demonstrations.

“Right!” Mr. Stevas the Chief Cook called out. “First two girls on the tables!”

Two of the Senior girls, the finest looking ones of the group, were pulled from the line-up and lead over to two large metal tables under bright lights and high mounted mirrors.  These were the anatomy tables and the girls were soon laid out, spread eagled, one face up, one face down, fastened down by tight cords around ankles, wrists and throats.

With the mirrors, the lights and discreetly placed high definition cameras the lesson could be seen by everyone in the audience and anyone interested in watching on the school’s Public EduNet.

“Now girls,” Mr Stevas began his lecture, “let’s discuss the basic features of your bodies and how they should be used in food preparation.”  He lifted a long slim knife.  “We’ll begin with the innards and offal of this sow, including gutting, bleeding and cleaning of the guts, then we’ll move over to dissecting the major joints of meat, tits, cunt,” his knife pointed out the parts, “and ass,” waving the knife at the sow on the second table, faced down, rump raised in readiness.

He briskly cut into the girl’s belly, ignoring her scream and dug in to begin pulling out her innards.

Amanda watched in fascination.  Although she’d seen this so many times since she was old enough to attend High School it was different from the other side of the table, but at least she hadn’t been chosen to be the live meat lesson for the day.

As the lesson began the majority of the other Senior girls were lead aside to the chopping block.  This was a free-standing guillotine allowing the girls just to bend down and place their heads on the chopping block while their rumps were raised for their final fucks.  A number of the male staff and the cooks were on hand to assist.  As each girl was bent down and her ankles shackled together the lucky man was allowed the Final Fuck and the right to pull the release.

Ssss-thud!  The first girl’s head dropped into the waiting hopper, easily big enough for all of them.  As soon as the body was free it was hauled up in the air.

“Bye Shirley!”  Some of the Senior girls had gathered in front of the block to wave one of their classmates off.

“Er, yes, I guess” Shirley looked over her shoulder.  “Oh, hello Mr. Black.”

“Hello Shirley.”  The English Master grinned behind the pretty redhead.  “Ready?”

“I guess so.”

“Then eyes front, and head down!”  Mr. Black seized Shirley’s hips and thrust deep into her moist cunt.

“Come on Mr. Black!”  Some of the girls cheered.  “Let her go with a bang!”

“Oh, god!” Shirley cried, her young breasts shaking in the tremor of Mr. Black’s rapid experienced thrusts.  “I’m cumming!”  Her mouth gasped wide in orgasm as Mr. Black grunted and jerked the lever.

Ssss-thud!  Shirley’s head dropped into the bin with a shocked smile.

“Wow! One Senior cried. That was prefect!”  She eyed Mr. Black’s relaxed cock.  “Do you think I could help you clean up Sir?”

“Why certainly, my dear.”  As the sow’s body was swung away to the gutting and cleaning tables the next girl and staff member stepped up to the guillotine.

Amanda watched it all with increasing excitement, the girl on the anatomy table writhing in agony as her organs were removed and displayed, the Seniors being lined up, fucked and beheaded before their bodies were briskly dismembered and reduced to the mince meat needed to feed the whole school that evening. And still she waited her turn.

“Come on Amanda!”  The Headmaster stepped up beside her and seized her arm.  “We wouldn’t let any of our Staff go anywhere but on the spit!”  He guided her over to the spitting area where the only other member of Staff, Mrs Hillage, was already being mounted on the Jessica 3000 processing machine.

Mrs. Hillage was the Senior Athletics Coach for the girls teams and many of her students were cheering her on as Mr. Hillage, invited in for the day, pressed her head down on the guiding block and thrust his cock in her mouth. “Here sow, you let me open your throat for the spit now.”  He began thrusting in her throat as the machine penetrated her rear holes.

Watching it, Amanda felt the flush of arousal through her body, soon, she thought, I’ll be mounted, I’ll be gutted open by the machine, and spitted.  She whined softly, but not so quiet she wasn’t heard as Mr. Hillage pulled his cock just ahead of the spit exiting his former wife’s mouth.

“Ha!” The headmaster laughed on hearing Amanda’s whine.  “Can’t wait sow?”  He patted her ass and squeezed her tits.  “Don’t worry, we’ll soon be enjoying your meat.”

Mrs. Hillage was lifted from the Jessica and her body, still twitching with life back and forth on the spit, was carried over to the large oven.  The Spit Chef hefted up another spit.  “Next!”  He cried with a grin.

“Right, sow,” the Headmaster drew Amanda’s eager body to the machine, “on you get!”

Trembling, Amanda was helped up on the machine, arching her back she felt the first brush of the spit as it was position, she tried to push back on the tip, just for the final relief of the tension building up in her cunt, just to feel one more time.  Her head was seized and pressed down.

“Down you go sow!”  The Headmaster commanded.  “Open wide!”

Amanda obeyed automatically as the audience cheered, her nipples flushing with excitement as the Headmaster pushed his cock deep in her throat.  She gagged on the size of his thrusts, but then the sensations from Jessica took over as the machine began humming.

Strapped down and helpless she felt the movement slowly inching into her rear holes.  Eagerly, closing her eyes, she thrust back on the spit, yes, there, just there, ahhhh, the feel as the cool metal brushed along her clit almost, but not quite satisfied her, then, crunch, agony shot through her at the gutting knife sliced through her belly to the crowd’s cheer.

Suddenly everything came at once, the cool loss of weight as her guts fell in the gutting tray, the painful jab as her breasts were penetrated and pumped with cooking oil to bursting point, the thrusts of the Headmaster’s cock deep in her throat as he held her willing head in position, the stuffing and stitching of her belly wound, and then the sensation of the spit squeezing through her throat.

The Headmaster pulled his cock and came all over her face as the spit protruded from her mouth.  In a delirium of pleasure and pain Amanda barely felt herself, didn’t hear the words of congratulations, didn’t feel the slap on her ass as the Headmaster sent her on her way.

The joggling of her weight on the spit allowed her one final touch of the metal on her clit.  There, yes, just there, she twitched, squeezed, pushed and pulled.

Clank, her spit was dropped on the receiving arms of the oven, and still Amanda, the sow, twitched in eagerness for the spit, and suddenly, there, yes, yes, YES!!

The large glass oven door slammed closed on the glass sided chamber.  The large platform supporting the two twitching sows, began to rotate as the microwave oven and the heat lamps kicked on, and scores of eager young faces gathered around to watch the process.  Both sows lasted over twenty minutes of cooking before the Chief Cook, finished with the mincing machines came over and flipped the electrocution switch.

Several hours later all the staff and pupils congratulated the Cooks on their spicy little meat rolls.  The Staff and their invited guests were equally thrilled with the way Amanda and Mrs. Hillage tasted off the spit.  To compensate for his loss Mr. Hillage bought and brought two girls from the local stockyards, and at the end of the evening two of the Senior girls and three of the fifth form offered themselves up for the Summer Sport Hunt.

In all it had been a perfect American school day.