Meat auction.

That night I dreamt of being a cow, of being used and loving it of Mark letting people fuck me while he drained my tits. But mostly I dreamt of being prepared for cooking and being eaten.

I found myself in a restaurant on display, I was not alone there were two other women with me. The restaurant was a membership only restaurant, couples would sign up to the club and share their partners play games, sometimes rough ones. One of the rules were though that one partner one had to be put up as the annual dinner roast.

At the annual dinner, members, including potential meals, would vote for who they wanted for dinner. The voting was anonyms, deals would sometimes be made, bribes, or sexual favours traded to win someone’s vote.

Mark, like always, wrote his vote down publicly, ‘Kimmie’, everyone knew he was voting for his partner to be cooked and eaten. This year I was one of three that got the most votes.

From here it got competitive. People would bid on the meat, the highest bid would become tonight’s dinner, normally this meant husbands would bid on other members’ wives, but mark made it clear he wouldn’t be bidding. The bidding was tokenistic at best, as soon as someone bit a reasonable amount the bidding stopped. If Mark wasn’t going to out bid the others I was set to be served up as dinner.

$750.00 that was what I was going to be worth. That was what Mark would get as compensation to having his wife eaten.

The other two women were led off the stage and I was taken out the back. People came and went, giving a small donation to the club for the chance of fucking me one last time as I was shaved, bled and washed.

My butcher scored my skin and covered me in salt a pepper, it hurt so good. As I was being placed in a roasting pan Mark came out to say his goodbyes. He was rock hard and I couldn’t blame him, we had shared so many fantasies over this. While he said his goodbyes my butcher **** fed me apples and shoved some up my cunt.

Soon I was fed into a hot oven and cooked for everyone’s enjoyment.

Dreams being what they are I could still remember everything that happened afterward. Mark had the honour of starting the carving of me, one of the other potential meals pleasing him as he did. He came making a horrible mess of her dress, but he remained rock hard.

He took a measure of my rump and returned to his seat to eat, cutting off smaller slices to feed to his lover off his cock. Soon everyone was eating or abusing my body and as the **** flowed it got more depraved.

I woke up as my severed and cooked head was used as a masturbation tool. The bed was wet, at first I thought it was sweat, but then I realised I had cum in my sleep and I had cum a lot.