Charlotte by Username_Of_Sean

Charlotte’s commute to work is only a ten minute walk, but to be sure that she makes it to the restaurant on time, she always leaves thirty minutes before her shift. Being more conventionally attractive, it’s pretty common for a few people to stop her for a quick fuck on her way, and it would just be rude not to let them. On this particular day, she made it to work three and a half minutes before her shift. She walks in the front door with her purse strapped over her left shoulder and a line of cum running down her left thigh and the top third of her calf.As she walks in the front door, the chef glances up at her, and returns to cooking. It’s a fast paced style of cooking called “teppenyaki”, where the chef is surrounded on three sides by a very hot table to cook on, which are surrounded by another table for the customers to eat at, which are, in turn, surrounded by stools for the customers to sit on. Adam needs to add a lot of style and flair to his cooking to keep the customers entertained while listening for the customers to tell him what they’d like him to cook next.

Charlotte’s job there is to handle the serving of anything the customers want that isn’t hot, like drinks and salads. She walks past the table, which only has three customers right now, and walks through a door into another room. She grabs her name collar off a nearby hook and clips it around her neck, signs in, and walks back out to start serving customers.

After refilling a few waters, getting a couple drinks, and bringing out a salad, she asks a customer who just sat down if he’d like something to drink. The man looks her up and down and starts to stand up as he asks her about the drinks available. Seeing the customer start to stand, she rotates to face the table and leans over slightly, sticking her butt out. She starts listing off the various sakes, wines, and cocktails that are available as the customer slides his cock into her. She braces herself with her hands on the edge of the table, feeling the heat coming off the griddle lightly warming the underside of her breasts. As the customer slides all the way in, his left ball sticks slightly to the cum line on her left thigh.

The customer thrusts into her repeatedly as she finishes reciting the drink menu. “Do any of those sound good to you?” The customer grabs her wrists and asks if she has any particular recommendations. Noticing the grabbing of her wrists, Adam quickly grabs a nearby glass of herbs and uses a jabbing motion to empty it onto the griddle between Charlotte and himself, just as the customer pulls her wrists backward, causing her to flop forward.

As the tips of her nipples touch the surface of the griddle, Charlotte’s eyes widen significantly in response to the sudden searing pain. Her body’s weight compresses her breasts against the griddle, causing Charlotte to let out a very unprofessional high pitched shriek from the pain. The customer is now holding her down, pushing her into the griddle so she can’t get back up, holding her wrists behind her back with one hand. He quickly grabs her hair with his other hand, using his grip both to pull her head back and to pick the charred ends of her hair up off the griddle.

As she shrieks, the other customers all take notice. She now has an audience watching her get fucked as her breasts sizzle. Adam passes a few strips of seared beef over to one of the customers and adds a salmon fillet to the griddle. “I- I’m partial to th- the moscato personally…”, she manages to sputter out.

A few seconds later, the customer stops thrusting, just keeping his cock leaned all the way inside her pussy. After waiting for a few seconds, the thrusting resumes, but with an extra wave of impact on each thrust. Another customer must be fucking the ass of the customer fucking her. This second customer must’ve noticed the fucking because of her shriek and decided at that point to join in. The nerves in her breasts are all dead at this point, so all she feels there is an aching tingle, making the unbearable heat against her face, neck, and the rest of her chest so much clearer to her.

“I think I’ll just start off with a water”, the customer responds, as Charlotte feels him squirting several shots of cum against her cervix. Now that she’s full of cum, she tries to lift herself up off the griddle, but the customer continues to hold her down. He’s no longer thrusting, but she can feel the shock waves of the second customer behind him still thrusting into the first customer’s ass.

“I’ll get you a water as soon as you let me up,” Charlotte informs the customer, as she breathes deeply to try to better withstand the pain.

Shortly after the thrusting shockwaves stop, the customer slowly pulls his cum covered cock out of her pussy, making a “shlup” sound from the shifting of all the sexual juices.

As he takes a step back to sit back down at his stool, where the other customer’s cum starts to pool around the crack of his ass, he lets go of Charlotte’s arms.

With her arms free, she presses her hands into the table, to push herself upright, but the skin of her breasts is stuck to the griddle and she drops back down. Seeing this, Adam grabs one of his larger knives from behind the counter. As Charlotte makes a second attempt to push herself upright, he takes a single swing of the knife to separate the waitress’s breasts from her body. She stumbles back, drops of her blood landing on the griddle and table in front of her. There appears to be less blood than is usually seen when a woman is debreasted, probably because of all the cooking to the area causing her blood to thicken. Even still, some blood begins to flow down from her wound over her abs.

Charlotte looks over at her breasts on the griddle. Adam has already managed to pry one off the griddle with his spatula and flip it. Her nipple is blackened and she can see the herbs stuck to it. Adam is working on freeing her other breast from the table. Charlotte glances down at her chest, feeling a cold and empty tingling where her breasts previously were. She looks up again and sees that everyone is once again just paying attention to Adam doing his job of cooking entrees for them. Charlotte’s dizzy, having trouble concentrating, and her vision is a bit blurry.

Charlotte stumbles slowly into the back room and carefully fills a glass with ice water. Feeling her decreased coordination, she uses two hands to bring the glass to the customer, one supporting it from underneath, and the other holding it from the side. As she approaches, she can see one of her breasts, nipple up, sliced into perfect half inch squares on the customer’s plate. The center square of the dish, the longest of the slices, has her nipple perfectly centered. The customer has already eaten a couple bites of outer slices. Her other breast had been thinly sliced and drizzled with a thick white cream sauce. This second dish sits in front of a woman who had just come in and is enjoying her meal.

Continuing her duties, Charlotte offers a drink to this new customer and does her best to keep herself composed and professional. She still has about five more hours to get through before her shift is over, at which point she’ll need to figure out what to do with the rest of her body if no one else decides to take what’s left.

As she walks into the back room again to get the woman a water, Charlotte suddenly feels a cool liquid against her side. Turning sharply, she sees that her manager, Kevin, is pouring olive oil on her reddened skin. Before she has a chance to speak, Kevin explains “When burned like this, it’s best to keep the skin moisturized. Olive oil is a pretty good moisturizer. Oh, and I called Jim to come in and cover the rest of your shift, so once he gets here, you won’t have to worry about serving drinks anymore.”

“Th-Thank you…”, Charlotte slowly sputters. She’s still in shock about the whole thing. It shouldn’t be so big of a surprise since something like this happens to everyone eventually. She’s certainly been on the other end of this process plenty of times before as well, the first ever being when she helped her parents cook her sister for Thanksgiving one year, and the latest being just a few weeks ago when she sucked off one of her neighbors in the stairwell of her apartment building, sliced off his dick as he came, and pulled him up and into her apartment to torture and butcher.

That still didn’t fully prepare Charlotte for her debreasting. There are plenty of times in the past when she expected to be dismembered and cooked, like on carnival rides, or all the times she’s been kidnapped, but at some random day at work isn’t when she expected it to happen. She also knows that this means she’s not going to get to live much longer. All of the things she’s wanted to do, but will never get the chance to do, float through her thoughts as she continues doing her job, her mind not completely on her tasks.

Her thoughts shift a bit to what to do with herself once Jim gets there. There’s a butcher nearby that she’s purchased meat from plenty of times in the past. The butcher is always super friendly and Charlotte finally decides that donating what’s left of herself to her would be a good choice.

Once Jim finally arrives, puts on his name collar, and signs in, Kevin pulls Charlotte aside. “I want you to stand next to Adam and follow any instructions he gives until we close today.”

“Even though I wasn’t supposed to stay until closing today?”

“Yeah. Since you’re titless now, it’s your last day anyway and live dismemberment always brings in a crowd. If you manage to survive until closing time, I’ll snuff you and butcher what’s left of you for tomorrow. Until then, Adam will make sure you give a good show and that you taste great.”