"The Menage a Trois - lesbian cannibalism" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/z1jhKg19 Created on: Wednesday 22nd of April 2020 09:52:52 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:02:17 AM UTC The Menage a Trois - lesbian cannibalism Jenna knew what was awaiting her when she got home. She smiled as she walked up the steps to the house she shared with Elke and took a deep breath as she turned the key in the door. The foyer was dark, just as they liked it. She did not bother to turn on the lights. As she made her way down the hall she felt the thrill of anticipation, knowing that Elke was somewhere in there, waiting. Suddenly, without warning, out of the shadows a figure rushed toward her, pushing Jenna against the wall hard, her head bouncing off the drywall. She could feel the knife to her throat and see Elke’s blonde hair framed face in front of her. Bitch Elke hissed between her teeth as she held a knife against Jennas throat. Jennas eyes opened in surprise and terror as Elke started unbuttoning Jenna dress and blouse. Holding the knife in place she began to kiss and lick and even bite Jenna’s skin as she worked her way down her body, biting and sucking on her nipples, and taking a large mouthfuls of breast meat in her teeth, then down past to her belly, which Elke kissed passionately as she moaned, and then, as Elke held the knife to Jennaâs belly, she buried her mouth and tongue between Jennas legs. Jenna remained plastered to the wall, her head throbbing, her legs spread, as Elkeâs clever tongue made short work of her cunt. Jenna soon found herself washed by a violent orgasm which shook her and made her knees want to give way. She looked down and saw the knife point dimpling the skin of her belly, clenched in Elkes fist, and watched the blonde head of her lover bobbing up and down on her thighs. The raven haired Jenna leaned heavily against the wall, her dress open, bra off, and panties down around her high heels, and breathed hard as she recovered from the delightful experience. Elke slowly worked her way back up with kisses and still, with the knife held to Jennas bare skin, she grabbed a handful of her hair and they kissed hungrily. Jenna could smell her own scent on Elkes mouth. Jenna moaned and said breathlessly, Kill me, please, oh please, kill me. As they continued to kiss enthusiastically, Elke said into her mouth, You want to die, bitch?She held the knife tighter against Jennas skin. Jenna could barely talk now, she was so in need again of Elkeâs touch. Yes, I want you to kill me, only you. I give my life to you.†Jenna moaned in her heat. The two women managed to struggle with each other and get back to their bedroom where Elke removed her own clothing quickly and the rest of Jennas, except for her heels. Elke loved to see her dark haired beauty in high heels, particularly black or red with straps. It was not long before they were wrapped up in a sixty nine position, tongues working furiously on each others tender spots gorged with blood and hungry for attention. Later, the two women lay next to each other stroking body and head, and feeling their hot forms against each others flesh. Elke reached into the nightstand on her side of the bed and took out a rope made with knots at various intervals. Jenna, knowing full well what was coming, lay back on the bed and moaned, not sure if she could take any more of this without passing out. Elke wrapped the rope around Jennas throat and looked at her body, the hourglass shape, the nice sized and rounded breasts with large nipples, the flat belly, the angel thighs of Jenna spurring her onward. She slowly tightened the garrote and Jenna struggled to breathe, her eyes rolling in her pretty face. As Jenna gasped and Elke strangled her, their bodies rubbed against each other, and juices flowed so hot and demanding. Jennas face began to turn red and her hands went from the rope to Elkes hands and then to her body. Elke kissed her gaping mouth and Jenna began to massage her own breasts, squeezing and kneading the meat as she moved her hips in simulated sex. Finally, Elke released the pressure on the garrote just as Jennas eyes were about to roll back in her head. Jenna recovered quickly, though, and this time Elke laid back and spread her legs as Jenna went down on her greedily and lustily. This time, when it was over, they collapsed in each others arms. After a time, Jenna looked into Elkes eyes and asked her, Would you like to do it for real? Maybe kill and even eat, someone willing to be eaten, wanting to be eaten, needing it even? Elke kissed her lovingly and stroked her hair, “I could never kill you, sweetie. I love you. Jenna smiled and their lips touched and Jenna said softly into Elkes lips, I was not talking about me. Jenna sat in the coffee shop across from a girl with short brown hair wearing an AC/DC t-shirt and sipping black coffee. She looked soft and sweet and innocent to Jenna but she knew she wasn't all that innocent. The girl, an eighteen year old runaway, well, former runaway, as Jenna assumed that when you were a legal adult you couldn't be considered a runaway any more, maybe just homeless was beautiful. "Have you eaten any decent meals lately?" Jenna asked the girl. The girl, whose name was Della, or so she had told Jenna, sipped her coffee and looked long and hard at the woman who was only two or three years her senior. "Not really. Why? You offering to feed me?" Jenna smiled, "We're friends, aren't we? Sure, I'll buy you dinner. I want to talk about some stuff." Della smiled back at Jenna, "Sure, you've been nice to me." And then in a lower tone, almost as if she didn't want Jenna to hear her although she couldn't have helped but hear. "I'm just wondering what you want." Jenna answered the question that came out as a statement. "You know I'm attracted to you", she said as she looked the girl in front of her up and down. She had a great shape and looked fit in spite of her time on the street. This is not the kind of girl who turned tricks to survive. No, she just wasn't the kind of girl to give in to that way of surviving that claimed so many others in her situation. Jenna continued, "I know you want me, too." That was the closer. She knew that the next person to speak was the weaker party now. She just closed her mouth and was determined not to open it again until Della responded. Della smiled sheepishly and suddenly looked much younger than her driver's license said she was. "Yes, and you want me, too, don't you?" She stirred in her seat, a little nervous. Jenna, feeling the flush of victory, leaned forward and their foreheads nearly touched. "Yes, I want you. I want you so bad I can't stand it. I've wanted you since the first day I saw you." Della could feel the heat coming from Jenna. She felt dizzy and a little weak. Her thighs were damp in anticipation. Taking a deep breath she pulled herself back from the magic she felt between herself and Jenna. "I'm finished with work. Where are we going?" Jenna smiled and touched one of Della's hands. The brunette felt overwhelmed with desire and wanted to take the older girl's hand in hers and kiss it. But, she held back. Jenna said, huskily, "Just come with me." Over dinner, they talked about small things and big. They talked about what it meant to be lesbians and then Jenna managed to steer the conversation in the direction it must go. When the waitress was late in bringing their desserts, Jenna made a seemingly meaningless and harmless comment. "If she doesn't get here with my dessert soon I'm gonna have to eat her." Della laughed and then looked at Jenna more seriously. "Did you ever think about what it would be like to really eat someone?" She shifted nervously in her seat. Jenna, after weeks of talking to Della and seeing her reactions to things and her choice of a movie they went to the week before, knew what was coming. At least she hoped she did. Della spoke in a low tone, "I've had this fantasy, I guess you can call it that, for a long time." Then lower, "It turns me on and makes me so fucking hot. I go nuts when I think about it." Jenna said slowly, "Think about what? Eating someone?" Della snickered and put her hand over her mouth in such a youthful way, "No, I dream of being eaten. Cooked and eaten after being fucked and just treated horribly. I don't know. It just turns me on. Pissed on. Shit on. Cut up. Cooked. Eaten." Her words tumbled out of her mouth as if she was just talking to herself. Jenna leaned forward, "Do you want to really do this or is it just in your head?" Della was silent. She was thinking. "I want it to really happen, I think. I think its my destiny, my fate. I think I was born to die this way. In fact, I'm getting so wet now thinking about it." She tossed her fork into her plate and looked at Jenna. Jenna said quietly, "I love you, Della. I'd do anything you wanted. Anything. Even this." Della looked as if she had just heard something new and wonderful. Her eyes lit up and she reached across the table and stroked Jenna's face. Jenna said softly, "Would you like me to do it? Would you be mine that way? Forever?" Della's face flushed as a strong feeling of lust swept over her body and her hands shook. "Oh god, if you did it. It would be perfect. Oh god, I want you to do it to me. Please, please." She leaned closer and her and Jenna kissed lightly on the lips. Jenna knew she had to get her out of the restaurant before they made love on the table. As they walked down the street with their arms wrapped around each other, kissing, Jenna let her hand run over Della's hips and pulled her close. "I want you, baby, so bad." Della kissed her and they stopped on the street as their lips and tongues played furiously with each other. Both women thought they would melt. As they walked on, Della said in Jenna's ear, "I wanna be your meatgirl." Then her tongue tasted Jenna's perfectly shaped ear. "Fuck me." continued..... Don't cry, it only makes me angry. Elke shook her blonde locks and looked doubtfully at Jenna. I do not like it that she has been with guys. You know how I feel about that. Jenna tilted her head in an understanding fashion. Elke, it was only one guy, a boyfriend before she ran away from home. It hass been a couple of years. Elke toyed with the steak knife she had in her hand, holding the tip on the plate and twirling the handle. She stared at the blood that had pooled in her plate from her rare steak. What did she say about me, about us?†Jenna finishing chewing a piece of meat she had in her mouth and responded, Dellas cool with you and me. She wants to please you. She really wants us to do this. Elke looked at Jenna seriously,œHow do you know she wants me to be a part of it? Jenna smiled, I told her all about you, and about us. I told her about our relationship, about the things we do, the things you do to me. It turned her on even more. I really want you to get to know her. At that moment they could hear Della's feet as she walked down the hall from the bathroom to the dining room where they talked. Della knew that Elke had some reservations about her but wasn't sure what they were. Still, she knew she wanted these two women to have her, for her to be their meatgirl, to devote her life and her death to being their own private piece of girl meat. The thought made her more than hot. She stayed awake at night thinking about both of them using her sexually over and over, about them abusing her, peeing on her, defecating on her, beating her, and then finally killing her. She dreamed about it in so many ways. Sometimes they made her drink their pee or eat their excrement. Sometimes they fed her her own blood or cut parts of her off and made her eat them. She even fantasized about them cutting off her ample breasts. But, every time, she had to make herself cum and it did not take but a few seconds she was so wet and hot by the thoughts she had. She imagined dying by their hands and being spitted or cut up. She pictured the feeling of the spit being pushed through her body. She imagined it piercing her organs or pushing them aside and she saw herself being bound fast to the pole. Much of her free time was spent on the Dolcett Girls Forum where she read the stories and looked at the manipulations and read the banter. It made her so hungry for sex and to feel her body being used by someone else. Jenna was a fabulous lover and she looked forward with anticipation at being with Elke, no, being with both of them at the same time. The two women had stopped talking when she came into the room. She knew they had been talking about her. She sat down carefully and smiled at them both. Elke, for the first time in the evening, returned her smile. Carefully, Elke wiped off her steak knife with the serrated edge and pushed her chair away from the table. She stood up, her tight jeans molding to her shapely hips and firm legs, the outline of what Della had always called angel thighs showing as a clear and definite and well pronounced cunt and thigh area. Della started to breathe deeply and fast. Elke moved around the table past Jenna who sat submissively with a small smile on her pretty face. She walked over to stand behind Della, who looked at her plate and said nothing although her sexual heat was overwhelming. She was wet and hot and felt her face flush. She swore she could almost feel Elke’s heat. Elke leaned forward and Della smelled her perfume, subtle but fragrant. Della thought she would pass out from sexual excitement. She felt Elkes arm move around her shoulders and the hand holding the knife stopped just under her ear. She could feel the blade held just above her skin, just above her throat. Then, slowly Elke laid the cold steel on to her flesh. She leaned down and whispered into Della’s ear, as she licked its contours and after she had taken Dellas dainty earlobe in her teeth. Are you ready to die, bitch? Della took a deep breath and thought her panties would get soaked. She felt her vision narrow and her breaths started coming hard and fast. She was aware of a little moan that escaped her lips. yes she said, leaning her head back to rest against Elkes soft breasts. Elke licked her ear sensuously and ran her tongue inside of it. Yes, what, bitch? Della now thought she would melt into the seat she was on. She felt dizzy, lightheaded, and totally helpless. Casting a sideways glance at Jenna, who also was obviously enjoying the heat of the moment, she said in a clear voice,Yes, mistress. Elke leaned further down, and holding the knife close to Dellas throat, she gently kissed the side of her neck, feeling the pounding pulse through her lips. Della couldnt help herself. She turned her head toward Elke and parted her lips slightly. Elkes lips met hers and with the knife still held to her throat, they kissed. Della was dimly aware of Jennas chair being pushed from the table and Jenna moving to stand next to her. She felt Jennas hands rubbing her breasts and pinching her taut nipples through her blouse. As Jenna rubbed her breasts and squeezed them, then moved her hands inside the blouse to play with the flesh directly, Elke passionately and powerfully kissed her. She would do anything they wanted, anything they asked of her, anything they demanded, even if it meant her death, that very night, perhaps right on that table with the dishes cleared. For a moment she pictured herself laying on the table, a pool of blood forming under her as her dead eyes stared sightless up at the chandelier. She pictured them standing over her, cutting her open and removing her organs carefully, to prepare her for the flame. The next thing Della knew she was in bed, very naked, with an also very naked Jenna and Elke, both of whom were rubbing themselves on her body and kissing her. She was so close to cumming sitting at the table that now she was so aroused that she found herself having several orgasms as the women worked on her tender, young body. Their fingers, their lips, their tongues, their limbs, all tied up in a symphony of pleasure, of moans and whimpers, and of dire crying out as if in pain. When it was over, all three lay in a tangle of warmth and satisfaction, their sexual hunger sated for the moment. Della turned her head to look at both of the women in turn. Then, she said,Please, will you both do it? Will you? Its my fate, my destiny, what I was born for. I want it to be you. The women had their hands and fingers entwined, Della had one hand in each of the womens hands. Elke took her free hand and stroked Dellas still hard nipples and then lovingly touched her smoothly shaved cunt. When? When can you disappear forever without raising questions? No friends or pain in the ass relatives asking the cops to investigate? When can you vanish from the earth as if you never existed?†Della thought for a second and kissed Elkas full, sensuous lips. Give me one month to start leaving word that I am leaving. I will give notice at work. I will tell them I am going to do something I have always wanted to do, backpack across the country. I will even buy the backpack and leave tourist fliers around. Then, for a week, I will just be getting ready. You can tell me what you want me to do at that point. After a hesitation as she could see both Elke and Jenna thinking, she said, I do not want to put you two in danger. Jenna stroked Dellas face, You understand its going to hurt and that death is forever? Della knew she was saying it for Elke, to make sure that Elke knew she took it seriously. Della kissed Jennas fingers,Yes. I know. Please kill me and eat me. She said this last thing in a very sexually heated manner. She then sucked on Jennas fingers as she felt Elkes finger inside of her. It was time for some more lovemaking. Della gave her notice at work. She told them she was going to travel across Europe as that had been her dream for years, to get a Eurail pass and see Europe. She had gotten information and left it in her clothing at work so that her boss and her coworkers would see and get used to her talking about it. They asked her if they could call her on her cellphone while she was taking that train around Europe. No, she said, she did not want the expense of a cellphone but not to worry, unless she found someone or someplace so interesting she had to stay she might come back. Then again, she said, she thought she might visit family she had on the west coast when she got back. Her mood was upbeat and everyone seemed almost envious of her desire to be set free from the bonds that held them all to their country, their city, their neighborhoods, and their jobs. Della was a lucky girl, they all said. Della knew just how lucky she was. She had not even imagined that her real dream would ever be anything but that, a dream, a fantasy. But, it was going to happen. She had one week left and no job. Taking several days to do it, she got rid of everything she owned that she could get rid of without causing suspicion or raising alarm which was easy as everyone, even her landlord thought she was leaving and wanted to lighten her load. She was leaving and there was no place and no way to take a bunch of junk. When she had left home she had to leave everything of sentimental value behind her. There was not really anything left that reminded her of anything but the transitory nature of her existence. There were only a few days left until the biggest event in her life was to take place, as well as the end of her life. Over the month she had grown closer to the strong Elke and the sensitive Jenna. She had grown to love them both and she believed that they loved her, too. They had become the family she had lost and they spent a great deal of time together, often talking about how it would happen. Della was excited and many nights she had trouble sleeping because she wanted the day to come so quickly she could barely stand it. Her excitement spread into her lovemaking with Jenna and with Elke and then the times when they were all three together. It was so intense. She loved Jennaâs little kisses and the dominant way that Elke controlled her body. Her kiss was electric and when their lips met, Della wanted to melt, and she often did. Elke had rented a farmhouse that had been foreclosed on just a few miles from the city. It was there that Della would be spitted and cooked. She visited the house with Jenna and they looked over the room that Elke had been outfitting as the dying room. Della was enthralled with the whole effort that was being put out for her final days. The dying room became the object of many intense dreams for Della. Elke had affixed an eyebolt to a great exposed beam in the ceiling of the room which opened to an outside bbq area. No one would see and no one would probably smell the aroma of cooking flesh as the farm was so isolated. Elke and Jenna both made love to Della carefully on a mattress in her dying room. She had never been so aroused in lust in her life. They talked about what would happen that day. Della had fantasies and she wanted them all to be fulfilled, if she could last that long. Elka and Jenna both seemed turned on by what she asked them to do. Jenna seemed to have the most compassion for her, thinking about her pain and asking her repeatedly if she was sure she wanted to go through this. She was. Elke did not seem too concerned about what awaited Della until the very last few days. Della was aware of a gentleness and even a sadness in Elke when they all three were together in bed. It was their Menage a Trois as Elke would call them. Della was sure she caught a tear in the usually sober and stern Elkes eye on more than one occasion. Finally, they had all of their equipment and preparations in place and Della made her goodbyes to her friends, threw on her backpack, and told them she was hiking to a friends house near the airport and catching a plane to Europe. But, she gave no details as to flights and wanted no one to see her off. Her excuse that she was going to visit a friend first before leaving was to keep anyone from asking to take her to the airport. She was so relaxed and happy, which was a true emotion for her, that no one felt the least bit concerned or doubtful about her plans. Jenna picked her up several blocks from where Della had lived after making sure she had not been followed by anyone. Della spoke as she threw her backpack in the car and jumped in the front seat. You are going to have to burn that backpack. She said as she kissed Jennas cheek. Jenna smiled at her, Do not worry, sweetie, we will take care of it. She reached over and held Dellas hand as she drove. Della leaned on her shoulder, laying her head softly down. I love you, Jenna. I love you so much. Thank you. Jenna choked back a tear for a moment but then a torrent of tears came out as she drove out of the city, trying to see through her emotions. I love you, too, Della. I love you, too. Della kissed her, Do not cry, Jenna honey. This is my destiny, my fate. I have never been happier or more excited in my life. It is okay. Jenna laughed nervously as she wiped tears from her eyes. They arrived at the farm and Elke met both women at the door. She looked long at Jenna, whose tears were abating, and then she looked down at Della and cupped her face in one hand. Are you ready, Della? She smiled. Della nodded and kissed Elkes hand, What happened to, ˜are you ready to die, bitch? Elke choked back emotion and stroked Dellas hair. She bit her lower lip as her eyes filled with tears. Are you ready to die, my sweet Della? Della hugged her. Yes, Elke, I am ready to offer myself to you two. To be your meat. I love you both so much. Tears flowed from her eyes as all three embraced each other and melted into the darkness of the house. They led Della to the dying room and there they took her clothing off of her, not letting her do anything to help remove them. She was to be completely submissive now and accept her fate. That was the way it was going to be done. For a time she was left to sit naked in the dying room and think on her fate, her pretty young body a supple and nubile monument to her lust. A table had been set up and there were various knives and needles and pieces of a hog roasting device called a Spitjack150. Another table, the prep table, was clear of anything. There were buckets set underneath it. It was her prep table. Della felt herself grow more aroused as she looked on her instruments of death. Then, she looked up at the ceiling, at the rope that hung through the bolt. She was hot and wet and felt so swollen in her thighs. Her breath came in deep gasps as if Elke and Jenna had been kissing on her. Finally the girls came back. Their faces had changed. There was no more emotion or sadness, no feeling in their faces at all. They simply looked determined and she was prepared for that. First, Elke tied Dellas hands behind her back. Then, the noose at the end of the rope was placed around her neck. She watched them as they mechanically controlled her movements. It was as if they had just picked her up off the street. She was meat to them, not their sweetie or honey or even Della, just a piece of meat. Slowly, both women pulled Della off the floor by the rope. As it tightened around her neck she found breathing more and more difficult and she began to gasp for air, her shapely young legs kicking for some kind of place to support herself. The room began to spin as the rope was tied off to a hook. Elke and Jenna supported her legs some which gave her a little relief but she was still gasping for air. The rope felt wonderful. She was so close to passing out. Jenna began to fuck her with a vibrating dildo. She was so wet and hot for it as the sex toy whirred and stimulated her. Elke then inserted another one into her ass, working it in with KY Jelly. As the women partially supported her so as to not allow her to die but still making it hard for her to breathe she experienced the sensation of both dildoes working inside her tender flesh. Now, in addition to her frantic leg movements trying to find a place to stand and being partially aided by the women, her body also bucked and jerked to the increasing sexual tension caused by the dildos inside her. She managed to get a scream or two out between gasps and her body spasmed as one powerful orgasm after another ripped through her. Finally, as her eyes began to half shut and her eyeballs seem to start to roll up into her head, Elke and Jenna released the pressure and lowered her to the floor. She lay on the mattress, breathing deeply and trying to regain full consciousness. Della was delirious from the hanging and her violent orgasms. They left her to regain her composure for a few minutes after removing the dildos. As she opened her eyes and began to breathe normally, Jenna got down between her spread legs and began furiously licking and biting and sucking on her pussy. Elke was devouring her breasts, pulling at the nipples with her teeth and lips and biting the titflesh. Della was again so aroused she could only groan. Elke straddled her face and lowered herself so that Dellas mouth could reach her and she grabbed Dellas hair and pulled her head to meet Elkes thighs. Jenna had strapped on a harness and dildo and was kneeling between Dellas thighs and raising up the girls hips to meet the intrusion. As Elke roughly sat on Dellas face, the younger women eagerly licked and sucked on her. Jenna began to furiously pound away at Dellas sensitive thighs, fucking her with the strap-on hard, slamming into her without any trace of gentleness or compassion. Della was going wild. Before long, Elke had obviously orgasmed. The look on her face when she removed herself from Della showed that she had gotten past all affections and emotion and was now going to enjoy herself like the sadist she was. After a time, Jenna stopped her penetrations and Della lay silent, breathing heavy from her exertions. Now, Elke returned with the needles. She began slowly inserting one needle after another into Dellas breasts. She screamed and shouted, twisting as each needle found its place. Tears came to her eyes and she cried out in pain, her head thrashing from side to side. Soon, there were several needles protruding from the mounds of her breasts. Della was jerking and shaking in pain. Beads of sweat showed on her forehead. Oh god, that hurts. Oh my god. Oh, oh, oh!†she screamed. Jenna and Elke did not act as if they heard, or at least Jenna shut out the sound. Elke seemed to enjoy the girls pain. Della heard the sound of metal being gathered from the table and through her tears saw Jenna carrying a device toward her thrashing legs. Kneeling down between Dellas legs she inserted something inside her cunt. Fire seemed to fill Dellas insides as Jenna inserted the pear of anguish inside of her. Using a small key Jenna made the eaves of the pear slowly open, tearing into the walls of Dellas sensitive vagina. Just as Della thought she could endure no more, she could feel the blood flowing from between her legs. Her back arched in pain as her blood soaked the mattress she was on. She was moaning and crying out loudly and even screaming but at no time did she beg them to stop. In her mind there were two distinct things happening. One, a young woman was in agonizing pain and two, a piece of meat was being prepared for the slaughter. Elke slowly removed the needles from Dellas breasts as Jenna did the same with the pear of anguish, tightening the leaves back with the small key. Della lay there crying and shaking, her hands tied behind her back. Her pretty face wracked by torment and pain, her mouth working soundless words and the occasional moan of agony, as blood covered her breasts and flowed from between her thighs. Through half lidded eyes she saw Elke standing over her, one leg on either side of her. The woman squatted and Della saw her defecation as it dropped from Elkes body onto hers. The warm excrement landed on her stomach and Elke removed herself from Dellas sight as she went to clean herself. Jenna took her place and through her pain Della watched and felt her lover urinate on her bloody breasts and her pretty face. Della, crying, opened her mouth to receive it. She swallowed. Now, she rolled from side to side in anguish and sickening pain, with the stench of human waste about her. Elke walked over to her and grabbed a handful of her hair, placed one hand under her neck. Jenna took her feet. The women took her to a shower stall that had been set in a small ¾ bath next to the dying room. They tossed her roughly inside the stall and as she lay writhing on the floor and coughing they rinsed her off with a hose and washed her with a scrub brush which hurt terribly as her wounds were opened. Della was wild with pain and could not say much that made any sense as they carried her to the prep table. Occasionally,Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! would come out of her mouth or an oh my god! A half grunt or moan. Her eyes were wild with her agony. They dropped her hard onto the table. The pain her head felt as it slammed down on the cold wood only added to what she already felt between her legs and on her tits. Elke took a large curved knife and looked down at her. As Della took a deep breath in preparation for what was to come, Elke grabbed a handful and titmeat and began to saw through the tender flesh. Della screamed again and again and her body writhed and her legs tried to kick as Jenna held them. Inexorably and very slowly, Elke sawed through one tit, removing a hunk of bloody meat and dropping it in a bucket. The raw stump of one of Dellas breasts bled freely as her back arched. Della could not escape her pain for anything. Again, Elke took another breast in her fist and holding it tight began to saw into the meat around it as Della, now delirious, had her eyes rolling up in her head. Blood was everywhere as the bloody stumps of her tits made her look grotesque. She began to go into shock and her lips quivered and shook. She did not seem very alert. It was at this time that Elke took the knife and began sawing and cutting through her skin and muscle from her heart to her pubic mound, opening her up. Jenna and Elke began removing Dellas internal organs, cutting them free and tossing them into buckets. At some point, from the perspective of Elke and Jenna, Della stopped breathing. She had lost a lot of blood and for all practical purposes was dead. But all three had discussed this before. Not knowing when a person is actually unaware of what is going on they had agreed to continue without stopping. As they cleaned the dead girls body cavity, they washed her insides. Elke had Jenna hold her legs apart as she slowly inserted the Spitjack apparatus into her, up through her empty torso. Jenna took a large cleaver from the other table and in two strokes managed to separate Dellas head from her body. The apparatus was then brought up through her open neck. Again Jenna went to work, cutting off Dellas hands and feet with several chops. These would not have cooked well either. Now, arms and legs were secured tight against the body and against the Spitjack pole. Elke and Jenna placed oranges and other fruits and even a whole backed chicken inside Dellas body. Finally they sewed it shut and both women began covering her in oil to keep her skin supple and to keep it from drying out. They managed to carry her out to the machine that was set over the coals that were now heated to the requisite 160 degrees and the machine was turned on. Dellas body began to rotate just over the coals. It would take several hours for her to cook thoroughly. Jenna brought Dellas slack faced head out to the bbq patio and placed it on a ledge so they could look at her. Jenna wrapped some of the organs up for freezing after washing them, as they had planned to eat them as they could, later. Both women then showered and cleaned up and came out to watch Della cook. Jenna laid her head on Elkes shoulder and Elke wrapped her arm around Jenna as they sat on a patio sofa. We did what she wanted Jenna said plainly. Elke kissed Jennas head, Yes, we did. And I have to admit, it turned me on. It really turned me on. Jenna put her hand between Elkes legs and began to rub, causing Elke to moan. She looked up at Elke and their lips met as they smelled the aroma of Della’s cooking flesh. Soon, both women were stretched out on the large patio sofa, kissing. After making love they fell asleep in each others arms, with Dellas delicious aroma embracing them. Elke was thinking. We need to replace Della. I really liked our little Menage a Trois.