I've always wanted to waste an entire sorority. Call me ambitious, but even killers have their goals in life. No one had ever done it before, and something this monumental would truly make a statement, ya know?

Of course, I couldn't do this alone. I had to assemble a bunch of others who wanted to make history with me - especially since we weren't just going to waste the sorority, but torture, kill and eat the girls of this secret society. Getting my group together was no problem - let me just say there are ways to find others who want to be part of something like this. After a month of work, I had put together 8 guys who wanted to take this project on.

Then I went into research mode. I would have to find a college that wasn't in a major city, and one that wasn't a huge school either. If it were too urban, chances are we would be caught, and if it were too huge of a school, it would be a big house as well - I wanted a challenge not the impossible!

So I found my school, Oregon College, and I found my house, Kappa Delta Kappa. The house was exactly what I wanted - elitist, snobby and selective. Only the richest, fittest and prettiest joined. As a result the house only had 22 members - the perfect number.

After finding my house, I did more research. I found when the entire house would be away, so there would be no regular visitors, no boyfriends coming by and no meetings or other excuses for unwanted guests. Every year in September, they had an all-house retreat, where all of the girls would leave the house and go to a hotel in the city. Only they weren't going there this time.

I marked the day on my calendar, told my 'repairmen' as I was calling them to come a week in advance and I would get them ready.

The month before, I watched the house, saw who came over and got their alarm code memorized. I was even able to sneak in once at night and case the house, learning which exits to seal, where the ceremony room was and more importantly where all of the Telco equipment was and how to disable it.

In studying the house, I became fixated on one girl, Amy. She was gorgeous - she had shoulder length brown hair, tan skin, a curvy yet fat free body, toned with feminine muscular form and a penchant for miniskirts and halters. She had full lips and hazel eyes - she was going to be fun.

She was the vice president of the house, the president actually being an anorexic blonde waif who didn't turn me on much. Amy was very pushy, and always got her way. She was dating several guys who didn't know about each other and each had bought her considerable gifts. One, who was president of one of the fraternities on campus, had given her a Porsche.

Another girl who caught my eye was KC, an Asian girl. Her parents were owners of the largest chain of Asian grocery stores in Oregon. She was of Chinese descent, and was absolutely perfect. Black hair with blonde highlights, a high and squeaky voice that was a little on the nasal side, tanned and toned - she was also going to be fun.

Unlike Amy, KC toyed with men without actually knowing what she was doing. Knowing she could get what she wanted, but not really knowing her strength she was dating one guy who spent a bit on her. KC was on the cheerleading squad for the school, but she wasn't one of the better ones.

One thing I learned while doing my homework was that sororities have industrial-sized kitchens, not that this one was used much being that many of the girls didn't eat a whole lot. The house had four large ovens each that could hold a person. They also had handles above and on the door, so that they could be locked.

Everything about this operation was perfect - even the house itself. The house was very old and made of brick, but fitted with shatter resistant, double paned windows. The couldn't break, and even better, they were sound proof.

The week before the operation, my repairmen came over and we set up camp in the apartment I had rented for cash the year before. We went over our preparations and got ready for Saturday's 'Repair Job.'

Saturday began at the house with all of the girls getting ready to go to the hotel. The night before, we had cut the hoses on their cars so that if they did try to escape, they couldn't. We had in place a radio-jamming device to disable all of the cell phones once we began, and we had clippers next to the phone box and power box outside.

When I said go, one of the repairmen took the shears and cut the boxes while another turned on the jamming device. Two of the men climbed up the fire escape with nail guns and started to nail the windows shut. While they were doing this, myself and two other repairmen stormed into the front door, knocking a pretty redhead in white shorts down in the process. She saw us, marching in with shotguns and started to scream.

I took out a .22 pistol (practically noiseless) and shot her square in the forehead before she could continue her scream. She dropped to the floor, her white legs flailing, kicking her flip-flops into the air.

The girls on the first floor were frozen in terror. "ALRIGHT....PLAY BY THE RULES AND NO ONE GETS HURT," I lied. "TRY TO ESCAPE OR DISOBEY ME AND YOU'LL END UP LIKE RED OVER HERE!"

At that point all of the repairmen were in the front foyer, all wielding some kind of weapon. The two who came in with me had shotguns, one had a machete, another had a crossbow, one had an axe, and one had a cattle prod. The two others had bats.

I could see one of the girls, a blonde who I had learned was named Stacey, pissing her pants. She would be first.

"Stacey....come here," I beckoned, smiling my evil smile that came out at moments like this.

"Wuh-huh Why?" she sobbed.

"Get Stacey," I said to my repairmen. Two went over to her and grabbed her. She was kicking and screaming as they brought her to me.

"On her knees!" I barked. They forced her to her knees. I hadn't noticed as much earlier, but she was truly beautiful. A little chubbier than the other girls, she made up for it with makeup. She was somewhat tan, and as they were stripping her I could see that she had tan lines. She had big tits, a nice round ass and a little paunch that jiggled when she sobbed.

"OK...say goodbye Stacey," I said and her eyes went wide with horror. I grabbed her hair on the back of her head and took out my hunting knife. Before she could discern what was happening to her I was using the saw part of the knife to cut through her neck. She tried to scream but could only gag as her jugular was cut and she was bleeding all over the floor.

Finally, I hit bone and snapped her neck, holding up her severed head to all of the girls. Some fainted, some screamed and others started swearing at me.

Stacey's body had fallen to the floor and was going into convulsions. I watched as her tits and ass jiggled back and forth, and her feet with fresh coat of nail paint kicked back and forth. She still had cotton balls between her pinky toe and other digit. Soon her body quieted.

At that point, several of my repairmen went upstairs to round up all of the girls. We were going downstairs to the ceremony room. Those of us on the first floor started to herd the girls downstairs as well. Time for the real fun, I thought.

All 20 of the remaining girls were filed down into the basement, followed by the repairmen and myself. They were sobbing and crying as they went down the stairs - those who had fainted had to be carried by the others. It was then that I saw KC and Amy. KC was wearing cutoff jeans shorts and a string strap halter. Her finger and toenails were done in a silver paint, and she was wearing platform flip-flops.

Amy was wearing a red tube top and white shorts that showed her ass cheeks as she walked. She was wearing canvas sneakers that had no heel to them. Little do you know what's in store for you, I thought.

One of the repairmen brought out the shackles. We had put together a chain-gang set of shackles, enough for 40 hands and 40 ankles. He threw the shackles down.

"Put 'em on, one by one," I barked. The girls did as instructed, except one. "Put it on I SAID!"

"No! Shit you're just gonna kill us all anyway, I saw what you did to Julie and Stacey up there!" said the defiant one.

She was a Hispanic girl, with highlights like KC. She had full red lips and tan skin. She had a J.Lo ass that formed a shelf - which I noticed earlier. She wore jeans shorts, and a white t-shirt that had her sorority letters on it. Her toenails were done in a pretty pink.

"You'll see what's worse," I said, and two repairmen grabbed her, kicking and screaming, her pretty feet thrashing. They sat her down in a chair and tied her to it. The other girls hurriedly put their shackles on as they sobbed.

"WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO TO MEE???" she screamed. "You'll see..." I said. I then took out a circular saw out of one of the bags and fired it up. She screamed as did many of the other girls.

"Anyone here see Hannibal?" I said, laughing. I then took the saw and leveled it at her head. One of the repairmen held her head into place as I put the saw to her temple. Her pretty brown eyes were practically coming out of their sockets trying to see the saw. The fear caused her to wet herself, and her feet were thrashing as much as they could given the restraints.

The saw cut into her skull, and her scream went into an animalistic high pitch. I kept cutting in a circle around her head, until I had a clean cut. By the time I had finished, she had passed out.

I took out a smelling salt and revived her.

"Uhhhhnnhhhh...noooooooo" she pleaded.

I smiled and took out a screwdriver, to lift her skullcap off her head. It came off cleanly and her brain was fully exposed. She was clearly in shock and started babbling incoherently. Her eyes darted around crazily and her tongue slackened in her mouth.

"Dig in for a snack?" I said, and took out a knife and cut out a piece of the girl's brain. Some of the repairmen did so as well and we started eating our appetizer.

As we ate her brain, she would babble incoherently or occasionally speak full sentences. At one point, she was saying: "Get all you, um, need....I don't want them....anymore..." she trailed off.

Soon, there wasn't much left of her cerebral organ except her medulla. She was dead, but her heart gave a few beats until it finally ceased.

"Do what you want with her," I said, and two of the repairmen took her body off to fuck in the back room.

A few of the girls had passed out, but many were still awake with terror. What to do next? I thought.

I noticed one of the repairmen had been collecting heads. He had the redhead's, who I knew now as Julie, perched on top of a table. Her eyes were cross-eyed, pointed towards the point of impact for the .22 slug. He also had Stacey's, her tongue protruding. It was then I noticed that she had a tongue stud.

The two repairmen came from the back room, and threw him the Hispanic girl's head, sans skullcap. He then lined all three up - it made a bizarre arrangement.

I looked into the back room and there was her naked, headless brown body. She had a nice pair of small tits, and a nicely shaven pussy. Her arms were spread above where her head used to be and her legs were spread, pretty toes pointing in the air. I turned her over to see that perfect shelf-like ass and as I did, sure thing it pointed right up.

She would have been a good meal as a whole, I thought. But I needed to send a message to the girls - there would be no tolerance for insubordination.

The appetizer had gotten us all a little hungry, and it was then we decided to start cooking dinner. I knew KC would be on the menu, but I planned to have Amy for dessert.

The next task was to herd the girls into the ceremony room. I made the motion to my repairmen and they marched the girls down the stairs, their legs constrained by the shackles. Their pretty tan, white and dark legs struggled against the metal constraints as they marched down, sobbing.

I already had my eye on the first two roasts. Nancy, a short Asian girl, and Veronica, a Caucasian girl from Texas.

Nancy was very cute - short and very athletic. Her legs were small but muscular, and she had the baby doll face that would look great in the oven. Her hair was a natural black with waves, and she couldn't have been more than 5'2". She was wearing tight bicycle shorts with a white stripe and a sports bra.

Veronica, on the other hand, was tall and lanky - she modeled on the side. She was around 5'11", tan with long straight brown hair and big brown eyes. I watched her with men and she was a manipulative bitch. This one would cook well, I thought. She was wearing a collared yellow tank top and short white shorts.

"Grab Nancy and Veronica," I barked, "we're going to have some fun."

Two repairmen went forward and the two girls screamed and went into fetal position. They were unlocked and forcibly pulled up. The other girls started screaming at us but after a few jolts with a cattle prod they hushed up. Veronica and Nancy sobbed as they were led up the stairs.

Right as they neared the top, Nancy made a mad dash for the door. She was set on immediately by one of the repairmen who pinned her to the ground, screaming.

"YOU WANNA RUN BITCH????" he said, brandishing stun gun. He jabbed it into her crotch and zapped her. She screamed and passed out. This made Veronica sob harder.

"That will be you if you try to run," I said. He carried Nancy while the other led Veronica into the kitchen.

"OK, strip Veronica." I barked. The four ovens had heated up and were at full blast. Veronica timidly took off her yellow shirt and stood there.

"ALL OF IT!"

She looked down in shame and unhooked her bra. The repairmen had already taken her shorts and bra off were savagely ripping off Nancy's thong. Her legs slapped the ground hard after they pried it from her legs.

Veronica was now down to her silver thong, her small tits bobbing up and down as she sobbed. She took off her thong timidly and it dropped to her feet, covering her pretty toenails, each painted a bright red.

She got down on her knees and started to unzip my pants. I laughed and then slapped her away.

"Secure her." I motioned to the repairmen in the room. They each took an arm and she screamed out.

"WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DOOOOO????? AUUUUUUUUUGHHHH!!"

They forced her down on all fours onto a platter. It secured her in 'doggie style' position, locking her thighs down to the platter, and her hands in place. They put tinfoil over her hair so it wouldn't burn, and set in a support for her abdomen and lifted it up. One opened the door to the oven and her eyes went wide, knowing where she was headed.

"NOOOOOOO!!" she screamed. But it was no use, her beautiful tan body was set to get a little darker as the heat surrounded her. She let out a wail and the door slammed shut and locked.

Meanwhile, Nancy was being secured in the same fashion, this time to a smaller platter. She awoke while we were doing this and she started to scream out, shaking her head. The tinfoil was in place and she was ready.

"NONONONOOOOOOOO!!" she cried, her eyes wide with fear. We lifted her into the oven and slammed the door shut.

I looked into the oven and saw the faces of both of them, screaming in pain as the heat tore into their tender flesh, cooking them for our dinner.

We had left the girls downstairs unattended and this was a mistake, for as we returned we noticed one was missing - Kate.

I wouldn't have pegged Kate as a runner, since she was the Christian girl of the house. Very much a goody-goody, I pegged her as the weaker one.

We looked all over but found her in the corner hiding. She screamed when we found her and lifted her up.

She had sandy blonde hair, white skin and was dressed conservatively. Even so, she was wearing linen white shorts and a matching linen white shirt. She had freckles and blue eyes - looking every bit as innocent as she was. She was around 5'5" and toned, but has some body fat.

We needed to make an example out of her, so we ripped her clothes off in front of the girls. As she stood there naked, she sobbed. Her tits were huge, white and jiggled with her crying. They were mostly white with pink aereolae that blended into her mounds.

"On all fours bitch!" I barked. She complied and I took a broom and rammed it into her ass as hard as I could.

"OOWWWWWAAAHHHHH!!" she wailed.

She stood up as it shot into her, the broom waving around the room, trickling blood down to the floor. The handle was a good foot into her ass and was secured well. She dropped to the floor sobbing, her ass cheeks quivering with pain and her eyes wide with fear.

I grabbed the broom and heard her scream. I jammed it in further and kept jamming it into her, each time she wailed harder. The girls in the room were screaming. After it was a good 2 ft into her, I ripped it out, and stuck it into her mouth.

"Suck it," I said to her softly. She started to lick the blood and gore still sticking to it as she sobbed in pain. Her big quivering tits shook as the swung back and forth.

"Put the whole thing in your mouth, Kate..."

She wrapped her lips around it and at that moment I jammed it into her face, and into her throat.

"HUGHLLLLL," she gurgled as it went into her larynx. I ripped it out right away so she wouldn't choke to death.

She lied on the floor, gasping, choking. Her face was beet red and her mouth was bloody.

"Do what you want with her..." I motioned to the repairmen. They started to fuck her in front of the girls. The girls were crying as they watched their sorority sister viciously raped in front of their very eyes. Kate kept going in and out of consciousness.

Time for another roast, I thought. I looked over at Teddi, a short tan brunette with a pageboy haircut, and daisy duke cutoff jeans. Our eyes made contact and she started to scream. I tapped on the shoulder of one of the repairmen who had just finished with Kate and pointed to Teddi.

"No-huh-noooo! You're gonna kill me upstairs! Don't.." the repairman unlocked and grabbed her and she started to cry "No...Oh god no..."

Demoralized, she was led upstairs, her little feet tromping up the steps as she sobbed.

You could smell the lovely Veronica and Nancy cooking.

They were still alive but fading in and out of consciousness. Occasionally you would hear a groan from one of the ovens.

We started to strip Teddi, who was in disbelief. She just stood there as we ripped off her baby doll t-shirt that read "Sexy" across the front.

I looked into the ovens that Veronica and Nancy were in and saw they were browning nicely. Teddi was freaking out by now. When two repairmen grabbed her, she kicked and sobbed.

"Nooooooooo... puh-leaszzzeeee!" Her tan feet were kicking back and forth as they secured her to the platter on her back. Her toenails were painted a blood red, perfect in a way for the festivities.

Basically, the platter hooked around her waist and secured her hands behind her head. It gave her a small amount of freedom for her feet. We put tinfoil around her hair, so that it wouldn't burn, and then she was ready. We loaded her into the oven and locked it - if we didn't she could easily kick open the door.

"Nuuhhhh-Nooooooooo!" she cried as we eased her into the oven. After we shut the door and locked it, she was kicking frantically at the window, screaming. You could see the pads of her feet against the window.

You could hear a chorus of groans and screams now in the kitchen - Teddi screaming, Veronica moaning and Nancy sobbing. Several hours and they would be ready for the feast.

The repairman downstairs was relieved by another and brought Kate upstairs, over his shoulder. Her asshole and pussy were red and raw and bloody from all the abuse. Kate had passed out by now, so I thought it would be a good time for my turn.

I slid into her and started to fuck her while she started to wake. She started sobbing when she saw what was going on. When I finished, she covered her breasts and rolled into fetal position, sobbing. We then secured her to the platter and eased her into the oven. She just sobbed, but started to scream when the heat hit her, searing into her pale, tender flesh. By now, Teddi had stopped kicking and started a steady moan of 'AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGH.' I looked in and saw that her entire back was red, and she was still holding up her feet so they wouldn't burn.

I checked in on Veronica again and she was staring cross-eyed out the oven window. When her eyes caught mine, I saw her lips mouth a 'Please...please.' I smiled. I noticed her orange-sized tits were turning a light brown now. They had begun to expand a little and would soon be two succulent servings.

I looked in on Nancy, who was turning really brown. Her tits were also expanding, and her whole body was starting to get bigger. She wasn't coherent enough to make eye contact, but she was babbling a little, mouthing a 'buh-buh-buh.'

I went downstairs then, to go get KC ready.

This can be interesting, I thought, as we are fresh out of ovens. KC needed to be stewed, piece-by-piece.

As I got downstairs, I looked right at KC. Our eyes met, and her eyes grew wider. She started to squirm.

"NO! NO! NO!!" she squealed, knowing of her fate.

"Get her," I motioned to the girl, who was squirming and bucking as hard as she could to get out of her manacles. Her feet, clad in flip-flops, were flailing as hard as they could. Her beautiful nut brown small legs were kicking hard, and her jean cutoff shorts were so short that you couldn't help notice her womanhood peeking through the thong she was wearing and the shorts.

They grabbed her and unlocked her, and carried her screaming kicking body up the stairs.

"AIIIEEEEEE! NUHHHHHHH!!" she wailed.

When we got upstairs, we popped her on the cutting board. I could smell the other four girls cooking. I peeked in at Veronica and Nancy, who had long since expired. Veronica's tongue was protruding, her eyes were white and glazed over, and her body was a very dark shade of brown. I killed the heat and opened the door.

When KC saw her sorority sister fully baked, she got dizzy and passed out.

"Ohmygod Veeeeee... uhhhhhnghhhhh..."

Perfect chance for us to strip her and tie her down. The repairmen did that as I lifted Veronica out of the oven and slid her onto a rolling serving table. I then rolled her cooked carcass into the dining room to cool. I took off the tinfoil and watched her still-intact mane spill from her fully cooked head. I then went to the second oven which had Nancy fully cooked. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth was wide-open, tongue swollen and stuck out.

I wheeled her out and set her next to Veronica. The two cooled there, perfectly frozen in death. They were no longer the cock-teases they were before - now they were simply meat and soon they would be nothing more than bones.

I then looked over at Teddi, who was browning well now. Her feet were against the window, and were turning black, red and brown. She was still alive, but just barely. You could see her face twitch every so often. Poor little Teddi, I thought, once an honor student, now a dinner roast.

I called over a couple of the repairmen who were on upstairs watch. KC was completely immobilized now and would be broken down soon.

"Let's carve the roasts," I said, grinning. The other repairmen grinned as well.

I took out my carving knife and sank it into Veronica's rump. It cut easily and like butter. Juice spilled out all over as I sawed into her haunch. I hit the bone where her femur met her pelvis, and sawed into the joint. Grabbing her leg I twisted it to separate it from the torso.

After freeing it, I cut off her foot, and then sliced her calf meat from the bone. It practically fell off her leg. I did the same with her other leg, and then her arms

Soon she was just a torso frozen with her tongue out. I sawed into her neck and ripped her head off. I set it on a plate with a doily - the centerpiece.

Now all I had was the torso. I propped it up and started to carve the breast meat off of her ribs. I cut her back meat off and then her oblique muscles. She worked out hard, so she had a lot of well-marbled meat to cut.

I continued to break down Veronica until she was just a pile of meat on a plate, and a board with bones.

I did the same with Nancy. Just like I did with Veronica, I cut her pussy from her pelvis and set it aside. The two pussies, one small and folded, the other long and tight looked perfect next to each other. I put each pussy next to the head of its respective owner and set the meat plates in between them.

I tasted a piece of Veronica and one of Nancy. Nancy was tougher, but it was sweeter - Veronica was soft but almost flavorless.

I left the table as the repairmen started to chow down, one of them eating Veronica's foot off the bone, and the other munching on Nancy's meat.

When I got to KC, she was waking up. She was completely naked and tied down.

"Whu-whu-what are you doing?"

"Well, KC, you are going to be eaten. But unlike your sisters Veronica and Nancy, you'll be chopped down and stewed."

She shuddered in fear. Her silver sheen manicured feet started kicking around.

"Miss KC...I'm looking forward to eating you - especially your rump roast. But to be honest I'm looking forward to eating all of you. Ready to begin?"

I pulled out a saw knife, and leveled it on her knee. Her eyes went wide with fear, and I started to saw into her leg. As soon as I pierced flesh, I heard her howl.

"OHHHHWWWWWWWWAAAAHHH!!"

She twisted her head as I sawed into her leg. Soon, the calf was free, and there was blood everywhere.

I did the same for her thigh from her pelvis, and her other leg. After that, I had to gut her. I used a scalpel and cut her stomach open, from chest bone to pussy. By now she was in shock from the pain, and was not making much sense.

I lifted her organs out, and put them in a bucket. I then sawed off her arms, and her head. I put all of her parts in a large metal pan, saving her head for later. Her dead brown eyes stared straight ahead - and her jaw was slackened. Her tongue peeked out between her teeth. Another keepsake, I thought.

I placed KC's head on the fireplace mantle, next to Stacey, Julie and the Hispanic girl without a skullcap. The four of them looked ahead, jaws slackened, tongues loose and eyes glazed over. The three head before KC's were starting to lose their freshness, so soon it would be time to get rid of them.

I went back into the kitchen and added some chicken stock to KC's parts. I put the head on medium and left it to boil.

I looked in on Teddi, and she was fully cooked. I pulled her out and noticed her mouth was wide open, abnormally large. Her tongue had sunk back into her throat, and her jaw had expanded. She was a lovely dark brown and looked and smelled delicious.

I wheeled her out, and started to carve her. She was a small girl, so there wasn't as much meat as was on Veronica. But her meat was tender nonetheless. I tasted her foot meat and it was sweet, tender and savory. Cutting her up didn't take long, and separating her joints was easy. Her arms snapped right off, and her head practically came off without any effort.

I cut out Teddi's pussy and set it on a plate next to the other two. Her thighs produced a decent amount of meat which cut away from the bone easily. After breaking down her arms and legs, I took her torso and quartered it, leaving the skin intact. I set a quarter on each platter, two of them leaving a small but meaty breast sticking up - looking lonely without the other.

The house had a grinder, so I took Veronica's, Nancy's and Teddi's heads and scalped them. The scalp and hair practically lifted off with a gentle tug. After ripping off the eyebrows and eyelids, I tossed the heads into the grinder. The heads interrupted the whirring of the blades as they went in. I covered it so the gore wouldn't splatter everywhere.

It had a clear top so I could see the processing of the girls heads. Nancy's skull was hard so it bounced around the most. The flesh tore away quickly and with her soon I was looking at a red skull with brown eyes. Teddi's head blew open first, her brains splattering all over the insides. Her tongue came out and bounced around a bit before getting minced.

Veronica's head split at her jaw line, her jaw bashing around the inside and her jawless head, face still on, whacked against the blades a bit. Soon, however, the heads were ground down into a mush. I then spilled it out into the stewing KC, adding some more girl flesh flavor to the stew.

I wanted Amy now - but before Amy we had to get the rest of the girls ready. We had planned this a while back, and wanted to take the girls out with a bang.

We all went downstairs at that point, and I had the repairmen grab Amy. She was looking scared and her tits were quivering in her red tube top. She started to piss herself as a yellow spot grew in between her legs on her white shorts.

"Nuh-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed as the repairmen took her away. They secured her to a chair on the side of the room.

"Miss Amy...don't worry," I said, "Your time will come. But for now we need to take care of your sisters - and you should feel special - you'll have a front row seat."

She slumped into her seat and started to pass out.

The 14 girls left were huddled in the corner. You could smell their fear. The repairmen started to strip them naked, ripping and cutting their clothes with knives and scissors. When one showed any resistance, a repairman would whack them on the back of the head with a hammer, knocking her out.

By the time they were all naked, there were only three girls left awake.

"You girls will be rewarded - We'll be doing you first."

They screamed. One passed out.

Earlier we had brought 15 spits downstairs, and they were all piled in the corner. The repairmen secured the first - a blonde who had short hair, light, alabaster skin and green eyes. She was screaming, as we forced her into prostate position, she on her elbows and knees, face flat on the floor. She couldn't see, but I had a spit leveled right at her pussy. On the count of three, I jammed it in, pushing it in about half way.

"UHHHAAAAARRRGGLLL!" she sputtered. I gave it another push and it was through her, hitting her teeth. She spasmed on the spit as blood spurted out of her mouth. We tilted her and eased the spit out of her mouth, and then set her carcass to the side. She was dead, and her lovely green eyes were fixed cross-eyed on the end of the spit.

The repairmen continued to spit the girls two at a time. They secured Maddy, a young Jewish girl with brown hair with bright red highlights and big tits and Bryne, a fake blonde with olive skin. The two screamed in unison as they were skewered. Soon the two girls were in a pile on top of the blonde.

The repairmen went through the 11 other girls, until we had a pile of girls on a stick. Amy stood there, quivering in fear, aghast at watching her entire sorority slaughtered right before her.

The repairmen had started setting up the supports for the spits now, and were lowering the girls one by one on them. After a few minutes, there were three rows of 5 girls each suspended on spits three feet in the air, save the one support for Amy.

"Your turn Amy," I chuckled. She screamed her heart out at that moment.

We grabbed the kicking and screaming Amy and stood her up. One of the repairmen threaded a noose through one of the rafters above us. We handcuffed poor Amy behind her back and cut her clothing from her body. She had no tan lines and a perfectly shaved blonde muff.

Her athletic legs were kicking at us as she swore at us. Perfect meat, those legs would be fun.

The repairman put Amy's head through the noose and they tugged at Amy, lifting her off the ground. As we did, her tongue stuck out, her blue eyes bulged and her legs stuck straight out, her muscles flexing.

"AGHHHHHHHHTHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped as her face turned red. Under her feet we set up two tables, one for each foot. They were high tables as she was up about 5 feet from the ground. As we lowered her onto those chairs, she gasped a deep breath.

One of the repairmen stuck a spit, secured by a mount, directly under her. She watched and started to panic.

"Nooooo...noooo...nooooo!!" she screamed as she started to kick, her little feet backing up.

At that point, we pulled the noose and lifted her in the air, causing her to gasp. We kicked the tables away and then slowly lowered the gasping Amy down onto the spit through her ass. Once she caught, she started to catch her breath, and she let out a howl...her eyes stayed bulging as she was slowly being lowered onto the spit by gravity.

Her head went back and her eyes went real wide. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' as she howled, going down a couple inches each couple seconds. Soon the spit was about level with her stomach. At this point I gave her ass a nice slap, and it rippled.

Soon the spit was in her throat, and she had gone cross-eyed. Blood was coming out of her mouth, and she was making gurgling noises. The noises continued for a little bit, and then died out. So did Amy.

The spit end started peeking out of her mouth, clicking on her perfectly white teeth, and then forcing her mouth even more open.

After she was fully expired, we put her on over coals and started to roast her. This meat was for later - the booty from such a good job. Amy would serve me well for the next couple of days, and the repairmen would keep the rest.

After cooking, we carved the girls up, left the bones and then set fire to the house. It was in the news for days afterwards, and most of us read it from our respective towns.

I wondered how the other girls tasted, but I knew Amy tasted great. I had her meat in my fridge for weeks afterwards, and during that time had her head, staring forward, right next to it.

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