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(This is a sequel to “Megan and Melody’s Beach Banquet” which can be read here: https://pastebin.com/JkDBM9fW
Fourteen year old Melody was laying on her bed. She had not paid much attention when she heard the phone ringing a few minutes earlier, she was far more interested in the latest brochure from a girl-meat catering company she had received through the post that morning. Her little sister Megan who had not long turned twelve was, as she always seemed to be, in Melody’s room using her computer. The older girl had often complained that Megan had her own computer in her own room and should use that instead but her sister had insisted that Melody’s was better as it was far newer and, after all, her room was more than big enough for the two of them to hang out in, unlike Megan’s much smaller bedroom. This afternoon was no exception.
Life had been rather strange for the sister over the last six months or so. Both obsessed with the idea of cannibalism or, more specifically, being cooked and eaten, they had arranged a family party at their Uncle Frank’s beach house where they, along with three other girls of Frank’s acquaintance, were to be served to the guests in a great cannibal feast – a beach banquet! The night before the party, however, emergency laws had been passed in response to the scandal involving the death of Sidney Roebuck and the subsequent founding of the chain of cannibal restaurants named after her. These emergency laws has suspended the right to kill girls for their meat, although allowed for private individuals already in possession of girl-meat to eat it up rather than allow it to go to waste. Knowing that they had a small window of opportunity, Uncle Frank has suggested killing and butchering the girls that night, ready to cook the next say, and claiming that they had been slaughtered earlier in the day. With their hearts set on live cooking – Megan on a rotisserie spit and Melody allowing diners to cut raw meat from her living body to cook on a grill, the sisters had declined this suggestion. The other girls purchased by their uncle to cook alongside them, however, had accepted with quite a degree of keenness and had been butchered in the bathroom of the beach house a very short time later.
The party had still gone ahead, with Melody and Megan as hostesses rather than main course, dressed in nothing but grass-skirts and flower garlands, and had gone very well with everyone commenting on the delicious taste of the meat and remarking what a pity it was about the recent scandal and the issues it was creating for the massive girl-meat industry. The cat was out of the bag, however, as the sisters’ parents now knew that their greatest life-goal was to end up on the menu themselves. Eventually, after three or four months, the scandal had been revealed as a hoax and the ban on cannibalism lifted. At this point, it just seemed to be assumed that the girls would get their wish very soon. Yet the weeks had turned into months and it had not happened. Megan had even celebrated a birthday in the mean time, kicking herself that it did not occur to her until the evening when the party was over that she should have asked to be roasted for her friends. Nobody had really discussed the matter but there seemed to be a general assumption in the family that such a special, necessarily one-off meal should be kept for a special occasion.
“Knock, knock!” their mother said, pushing the door open the way she always did. Melody looked up from the brochure – there was a time when she kept such things a secret in a box under her bed but doing so felt unnecessary and a little silly these days. Megan paused her game and swung the chair around. Both wondered what their mum wanted. “I just got off the phone with your Uncle Frank,” she told them, causing both girls to immediately brighten and pay closer attention, “and he has a favour to ask you but he wanted to run it by me and your dad first in case we had any objection.”
“What is it?” Melody asked, daring to hope but wanting it confirmed.
“Go ahead and Skype him.” their mum suggested. “Let him ask for himself! Your dad and I have given the go-ahead so feel free to agree if you want to. Of course,” she smiled, “there’s absolutely no obligation on you if you don’t want to help him out but I suspect you might be quite willing!” With that, she gave a little wave and left the girls alone once more, closing the door behind her.
“Shift over!” Melody instructed, leaping off the bed and bounding across the room to the computer desk. Megan stood up briefly, allowing Melody to sit in the chair then sat back down on her sister’s lap, the way they often sat when they wanted to watch something together. Melody opened Skype and, seeing that their uncle was online, hit the button to start a call.
Almost immediately, Uncle Frank’s handsome, grinning face popped up on the screen.
“Hey!” He greeted them warmly, “My two favourite nieces!”
“We’re your only nieces!” Megan reminded him teasingly, the way she always did when he made this joke. “Mum said you had something you wanted to ask us?”
“Well, yeah.” Frank looked mildly uncomfortable. “Now remember you do not have to say yes to this, not if you don’t want to, but I think you will.” Melody was feeling a little impatient – this was almost exactly what her mum had already said and she was eager for some new information.
“Well?” the teen asked, “What is it?”
“Well here’s the thing.” Frank began. “You know I’ve been seeing Jessica for about three months now, right?” The girls nodded. They had met Uncle Frank’s girlfriend, a pretty young widow with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, twice on Skype during their regular chats with him. Before introducing them, Frank had extracted a promise from both sisters that what had gone on between them, and the other girls for that matter, the night before the beach party would remain a secret between themselves, along with the truth of when the meat-girls had really been slaughtered. “Well two days ago I asked her to marry me and she accepted!”
“Wow that’s awesome!” Megan beamed.
“Yeah!” agreed Melody. “Congratulations!”
“We’re going to be tying the knot at the Country Club in just over a month.” Frank continued. “And this is where the favour comes in. Jessica has three daughters from her first marriage. Awesome kids and I love them to bits but, well, she and I want to start over and make a family of our own. They’ve agreed to be cooked for the Wedding feast.” He paused a moment to see if the girls would react but neither did, intrigued to hear the rest of what he had to say. “Delicious little piglets that they are,” he grinned, “they’re pretty small and we plan on inviting a lot of people so I was wondering if you fancied joining them on the menu?”
“You want to cook us and eat us at your wedding?” Megan exclaimed, bouncing up and down on Melody’s lap in her excitement. “Really?”
“Yup! If you’re up for it, that is.” Frank grinned again. “You’d be bridesmaids too, of course, and be part of the ceremony but after that you’d be prepared for dinner.”
“How do you want to cook us?” asked Melody, wondering if they would get to be cooked outside in front of everybody as they had planned before or whether they would have to go to the Country Club kitchen which, while still great, would not be quite as much fun.
“Well Claire, her youngest, is only four so we’ll let them cut her head off and do her in the oven like a chicken,” frank admitted, “but we figured the rest of you could be cooked outside? They have a great patio for barbecues and that sort of thing. Daisy, the seven year old, will make a nice pot-stew and we thought you, Megan, and her eldest Laura could be spit-roasted, Hawaiian Luau-style! Sound good? She’s only ten but she’s got some good meat on her, like you Megan, and some nice little chubby titties!”
“Sounds great!” Megan gushed, already imagining herself with a metal spit running through her meaty young body, turning over hot coals while her skin while being basted with a delicious honey glaze.
“What about me?” Melody asked a little nervously. “You didn’t mention…” she tailed off.
“Ah yes!” Frank grinned. “We thought we’d let you go the way you wanted last time, if you’re still up for it? There’s a nice big grill there and a frame can be arranged!” Melody beamed with delight. “So, what do you say, girls?” asked Frank. “You in?” Neither girl hesitated for even half a second before agreeing. “That’s settled then!” their uncle looked relieved. “I’ll go let Jessica know we’ve got two more delicious bridesmaids on board! I’ll call again later to work out the details. Bye for now, girls, and thank you so much!”
“No!” Megan assured him just before they terminated the call. “Thank YOU!”
Thank you! I felt that section had been a little too impersonal so I wanted to go right into her pretty little head for the end :)
Short update - I'll try to do more later :-)
Although she had fantasized about it many times in the past and had even watched videos online, Julia had never seen someone beheaded in real life before and was not prepared for how fast and far the blood spurted. Although she leapt aside, a cute little severed head in each hand, she was too slow to avoid the initial spray and ended up with her breasts and belly covered in blood. Feeling it cool rapidly against her skin was one of the most erotic sensations she had ever experienced! Setting the heads down on a clean surface near by, she began to smear the sticky blood around her body and reached down between her legs.
Her movements became more and more urgent as she watched how the chef and his assistant hung the headless, handless and footless little bodies from sharp metal hooks suspended from the ceiling. The chef glanced over and noticed what she was doing and, although he gave a little chuckle, he made no comment. Girls pleasuring themselves in their last minutes, especially while watching their friends meet their fate, was not exactly an uncommon sight in his kitchen and he had work to do. Sure, she was getting blood all over her meat but there would be plenty more of that by the time he was done chopping her up so it was not that big an issue.
With the furiously masturbating teen looking on, the chef slit open Chelsea’s belly with a long, razor-sharp knife and caught the mass of viscera that fell out, gathering it into a plastic tub for sorting. Any edible organs such as kidneys, liver and heart could be chopped into small pieces and added to stew. The rest would be processed as fertilizer – nothing would go to waste! A few more deft and practised cuts with the knife and anything that clung to the inside of the small girl’s body came loose. One the carcass was emptied out he took a high-pressure hose and cleaned any remaining blood and gore from inside.
While this was going on, the assistant had cleaned the flour off the metal work surface and brought out a big tub of pre-mixed stuffing along with a bottle of oil and large grinders of salt and pepper. Once he was satisfied that the American turkey was cleaned, the chef lifted her down from the hooks and laid her, face down on the table. He then proceeded to drizzle the oil over her back, buttocks and legs before massaging it in. Once this was done, he flipped her over onto her back, filled her body cavity with stuffing and stitched up the belly before oiling and massaging her front, paying particular attention to her chest and deliciously plump vulva.
Next, he lifted the body into a large roasting pan and positioned it to resemble a roast turkey, using metal skewers to pin the arms and legs in place. As a finishing touch, he pushed a small carrot up into the six year old’s vagina and plugged it with a silver onion. He then ground some salt and pepper over the oiled carcass and added a few sprigs of parsley before pushing the pan to the end of the table so that he could give Claire’s body the same treatment. It was not long before both little girls were in the oven and beginning the long, slow process of roasting.
Two little yummy chickens!!!
Nice idea to turn to the little chickens perspective.
While I really like such stories, often you have, that the build up is often so great, that this, what should be the climax of the story (or in this case, the first of those) comes a bit short, fells a bit lacking. (there is no one to blame, I think, that's in the nature of those scenes, cos especially a fast dead is fast and dead is dead)
And I think, this is one nice way to twist, to enhance those scenes.
In this way, it's a bit similar to Rosie gets in a stew, there also we had it from her view that really enhanced the story.
Ah, I'm bubbling nonsense, so let's make it short: Thank you so far, for your stories!
Yeah I totally get what you mean and it's very hard to make that part as interesting as the build-up. Exploring how a girl feels about being eaten and the plans is easier and more fun to write for sure. I think this is why I generally favour live-cooking even if it's not so realistic - it keeps my protagonists as active characters in the story for longer. Like you said, once they're dead, they're just a thing rather than a character and when other writers have introduced ghosts at the ends of their stories to get past this problem it often feels a little forced and strange.
Glad you're enjoying - should have another short update soon :)
Back out on the patio, most of the naked meat-girls were mingling happily with the guests, catching up with relatives they had not seen for a long time or discussing how they might taste when cooked and which parts of their bodies might be the most delicious. Vulvae seemed to be a popular choice, with Megan’s backside and Laura chubby little breasts apparently coming joint second! Melody, however, was stood apart from the other guests, in front of the frame where she would soon be strapped, staring at it intently.
“What’s wrong?” Uncle Frank asked, walking up behind her and putting a hand on his shoulder. “If you’re have second thoughts we can…”
“No, no!” the pretty, golden-haired teenager cut him off. “Nothing like that! I’m just getting impatient!”
“Well your time will come soon enough,” Frank assured her, giving her shoulder a little squeeze, “as soon as we get word from the kitchen then we can start out here.”
“Couldn’t I… you know!” Melody asked a little awkwardly.
“What do you mean?” Frank asked, genuinely confused.
“Couldn’t you chain me up now?” the teenager asked with the tone of a small child asking for ice cream. “I know it’s not time to start cutting me yet but if I could at least be in the chains then I’d kinda feel more like meat. After what happened last time…” She bit her lip. “I know I’m being silly but I keep worrying that something is going to happen and I won’t get eaten. Like you’ll change your mind or there’ll be a storm that ruins the grill or something. I don’t know, it’s just…”
“I get it.” Frank smiled at his niece kindly. Even before the plans to eat her and the intimate moments they had shared, he really did love her. Had done from the moment he had first held her as a tiny baby, not yet two days old. Inviting her to be on the menu for the wedding was as much, if not more, about making her dreams come true than providing a good meal for himself and his guests. “If that’s what you want, then why not, eh?” He grinned and kissed her on the forehead.
With an excited grin, Melody bounced forward and under the frame. Noticing that something potentially interesting was happening, some of the wedding guests wandered over to watch. Melody held up her left arm and fitted her wrist into the cuff herself, squeezing it shut so tightly that it bit into her skin.
“Sorry, Uncle Frank!” She laughed, waving her free, right hand, “You’ll have to do the rest!” Chuckling, Frank fixed her other wrist into the cuff, clicking it shut so that it was secure but would not be uncomfortable. “Tighter!” Melody ordered. “Like I did it, see?”
“Are you sure?” he asked. “There’s really no need for… Okay! Okay!” He laughed and waved his hands in a placatory gesture of surrender as the eager meat-girl glared at him. Once he had squeezed the second cuff almost as tight as the first, he knelt down to cuff her ankles. It did not escape him that his face was now almost perfectly level with Melody’s smoothly exfoliated pussy. Once her splayed feet were as secure as her hands, he could not resist darting forward and giving her intimate area a cheeky kiss as lightly as a man might kiss the cheek of a long-time female acquaintance. Melody knew she should have been annoyed by this somewhat intrusive behaviour but instead it simply made her giggle and reinforced the feeling that she had been hoping to gain – that she was now nothing but meat to be used and disposed of her her uncle and his friends saw fit!
The fact that she was now chained in the frame, next to the table of tools which would soon be used to cut her still-living young body to pieces, seemed to have as much of a psychological effect on the wedding guests as it did on Melody herself! Whereas minutes before they had been chatting to her quite normally and mostly ignoring the fact that she happened to be naked, or at least treating it as a coincidence, now they swarmed around her, poking and groping at her body, feeling and discussing the different cuts. Her small but nicely formed breasts were squeezed and appraised several times and more than one guest even stuck their fingers inquisitively into her pussy.
What was most remarkable and gave Melody the biggest thrill was that nobody even so much as looked at her as if she was a fellow person and certainly nobody addressed her or even acted like they knew she could hear while they discussed her body as if it were nothing but cuts in a butcher’s shop window! The only interruption came when an assistant from the kitchen came out with a small plastic box containing two syringes. She seemed surprised to see Melody already chained up, having expected to have to track her down amongst the wedding party, but made no complained.
“Sorry about this!” She smiled at Melody having politely shooed the inquisitive and hungry guests out of her way so she could have space to do her work. It was a little jarring for the teenager to be acknowledged again and spoken to as if she was a person who’s feelings mattered but she adapted quickly and gave the young woman a friendly smile. “You need to have these in your system for about half an hour before things begin.” she explained. “The first is a blood-thickener which should stop you bleeding out too quickly once people start cutting pieces off you.”
The matter-of-fact was the woman described what was going to happen was as thrilling to Melody as the guests inspecting her body had been.
“The second is a mild pain-killer. Don’t worry,” she assured Melody as she saw the look of protest on her face, “you’ll still be able to feel what’s going on and I’m sorry but it will definitely still hurt. There’s not a pain-killer in existence that can completely numb the pain of being cut to pieces while conscious that wouldn’t also drug those who ate your meat.” This was actually reassuring for Melody who had been rather looking forward to the sensation of being slowly dissected and was not keen on the idea of that experience being taken from her.
“Let’s do the easy one first.” The woman smiled. “The pain-killer just goes into your buttock and will spread how it needs to from there. You might feel a slightly scratch or pinching feeling then a tingling as it spreads, okay?” Melody nodded and the woman reached behind her and slid the tiny needle into her right butt-cheek. She gave a tiny wince, more from the sudden sensation than any real discomfort and the woman depressed the plunger, pumping the drug into her flesh. “Great! That went just fine!” The woman smiled as she carefully drew out the syringe.
“This next one’s a little trickier.” She took out the second syringe and slipped the empty one back inside the case that she then put into the pocket of her uniform trousers. “It has to go directly into a vein in your neck so I’m going to need you to tilt your head and stay really still. This will hurt more than the first one but it’s really important that you don’t flinch or pull away, okay? Otherwise you could just end up drenching everyone in blood and dying before anyone has made a cut and nobody wants that, do they?” Her voice was calm and kind but authoritative. Melody nodded in response and tilted her head, gritting her teeth in an attempt not to react to what was about to happen.
“Here we go.” The woman moved Melody’s golden hair aside with on hand and applied gentle pressure to the side of her head, stretching out her elegant neck. With the skill that can only come from experience, she found the correct vein and carefully inserted the tip of the needle before depressing the plunger. “There. All done!” The smiled as she withdrew the needle and put the syringe back into the plastic case with the first. “Now this will start to make you feel light-headed, a little drunk perhaps, but it should keep you alive long enough to enjoy quite as few cuts being taken. Have fun!” She smiled and gave a little wave as she returned to the kitchen.
This was the feeling Melody wanted. The feeling of being nothing but meat. Even if the cuffs were now to be unlocked and she was set free, the chemical in her blood would ensure she was dead within three hours anyway. There could be no turning back now!
Frank, who had been watching the injections with interest, was about to go talk to Melody and ask her how she was feeling when he felt a tug on his jacket. He turned to see Stephanie standing behind him, looking up with big, hopeful eyes.
“Hey!” He grinned. “You’re Stephanie, right? Thank you so much for being part of our feast today! You having fun?”
“I certainly am!” the small naked girl beamed happily. “But I have a pretty big favour to ask you?”
“Okay!” Frank chuckled, wondering what this little cutie was about to ask of him on his wedding day. “Ask away! What can I do for you?”
Melody's big moment is soon arriving! It's really nice that she's so excited about it. I wonder if the experience will live up to her expectations…
Well I know what cuts Frank and Jessica will be taking ;-)
“Well?” Frank chuckled as the naked little brunette looked up at him shyly. “Don’t leave me hanging! What’s this favour you wanted to ask me?”
“Well…” Stephanie looked up and twisted her fingers together, giving the distinct impression that she would be twisting the hem of her dress if she had been wearing one. “There’s this thing I really like and I’d like to experience it once before before I go in the pot. I could ask Daddy but as it’s your wedding I thought maybe…” She tailed off, blushing a little.
“Go on!” Frank smiled, kneeling down so that his face was level with hers, hoping that would make her feel less shy. He could not help wondering what favour that naked cutie was about to ask that her dad would also be capable of fulfilling. His night with the two spit-sisters had a kind of bachelor party excess, a wedding gift from his now-wife, but would it be right to engage sexually with this virtual stranger on his wedding day if that’s what she asked? On the other hand, as she really was giving all she had to give to help his wedding celebrations go with a bang, did he have the right to deny her any request she might make? “Don’t be shy.” She smiled reassuringly. “Tell me what it is you’d like me to do for you?”
“Will you spank me?” Stephanie blurted out as if attempting to get all the words out of her mouth before she lost her nerve and tried to shove them back in. “Hard. On my butt!”
“You like being spanked?” Frank chuckled, amused but also a little relieved. Surely even the most possessive of brides would not begrudge a meat girl a little tenderising of that sort as her last request.
“I love it!” Stephanie grinned, blushing furiously. “Mummy did it to me once when I had been really bad thinking it would teach me a lesson but it just made me want to do more bad stuff so I’d get spanked again! In the end I just started asking her to do it as I ran out of ideas of things to do. Then I found out Daddy was so much better at it! So… Yeah!” She concluded with a shy smile. “I’d like you to spank my butt before I go in the pot! Might help soften up my meat too. What do you think?”
“Sounds good to me!” Frank could not help laughing. Just as he was starting to wonder how much longer it would be before the meal preparation would progress, two assistants from the kitchen wheeled out a trolley with a large metal pot on it. Reaching the cooking pot, they poured the contents in – it looked to Frank like the chum he had seen people using in movies to attract sharks. It was not difficult to guess where it had come from and he was pleased to see that no part of the girls’ meat would be going to waste. They then poured in two large jugs of red wine and one activated the gas ring beneath, on the low flame for the time being, while the other stirred the new ingredients into the water. The vegetables and some more wine would be added later, once all the meat was chopped.
Along the back of the patio was a row of spikes, sharp-tipped and behind a rope to warn people of going too close. Frank and Stephanie both watched in fascination as the trolley was wheeled towards this area and the pair of assistants carefully lifted a long plastic box from the bottom and set it on the top next to the pot which had held the “chum”. The wisps that rose from it when opened showed that the inside must have been kept quite cold, like a container used for transporting organs for transplant.
Carefully, the assistants took out three heads and lowered them onto the spikes for display. They were the closed-eyed, smiling heads of Claire, Chelsea and Julia. These pretty, severed heads occupied the first three of six spikes and it gave Stephanie quite a thrill to know that one of the vacant ones was meant for her. Laura and Megan would be spitted whole with their heads being cooked along with the rest of their bodies and diners would be as welcome to cut meat from Melody’s face as from anywhere else but the girls who were butchered, or who would be cut up for the stew once they lost consciousness, would have their heads put on display as part of the wedding decorations.
“Looks like we better get on with this!” Frank observed, knowing that there would not be much time left before the three little girls were asked to climb into the pot. Quickly, he found a chair from around one of the tables that was not currently occupied and pulled it into a space then sat down. Once he was comfortable, her gave his lap a pat and Stephanie lowered herself across it, face down, with her cute little bottom slightly raised. “Ready?” Frank asked, raising his hand. The naked little girl nodded excitedly and bit her lip, bracing herself for the stinging sensation she loved so much.
With a swift action, Frank brought the palm of his hand down sharply against her proffered behind. The resulting slapping sound and the yelp it elicited drew attention and, much as they had with Melody, several of the guests started to gather round to enjoy the show. As he administered a second smack, Frank could feel the familiar stirring in his own trousers. As the repeated motion turned Stephanie’s cute little bottom bright red, the moans and squeaks she gave out made it very clear how much she was enjoying herself too. With each hit of the Frank’s cupped palm, the skin of her backside became more and more inflamed, making the sensation of each successive smack infinitely more intense than the last.
In all his experiences with women and girls, Frank had never seen any reach climax without even a little genital stimulation but there was not mistaking what was happening as the little girl across his lap arched her back, shuddered and cried out. If this was how she reacted to the pain of getting her ass slapped, Frank thought to himself, then she was going to have the time of her short life boiling to death in the pot!
As Frank held Stephanie’s hand and helped her to her rather unsteady feet, her round little behind practically glowing, Daisy bounced forward. It was clear from the grin on her face that she had enjoyed her friend’s performance.
“Does only Stephanie’s butt get to be tenderised like that?” she asked with a giggle, “Or do we all get a turn?”
“That depends!” Frank explained with a chuckle. “Do you want to go in the pot with your cute little butt looking like Rudolph’s nose?” By way of answer, his naked little step-daughter bounced forward and lay herself across his lap as her friend had done and rested her chin on her folded arms, an excited and expectant look on her face.
As he blew on his rather sore hand in preparation, Frank noticed Chelsea standing at the front of the watching crowd, hopping excitedly from foot to foot. It seemed all three girls were hoping to receive some harsh discipline before going in the pot!
In the kitchen, the chef pulled the two small girls out of the oven to check on their progress while his assistant cleaned up the mess left by the slaughter of the three girls and Julia’s subsequent butchering. Although they were still quite a long way from being done, they were coming along nicely and already starting to smell delicious!
The assistant was finding it very hard to focus on his duties as his mind kept wandering back to Julia’s final moments. Although he had been working there for over four months and had assisted with the butchering and preparation of several young girls, girls as old as Julia were quite a rarity for even the more seasoned chefs and she had been his first.
As he scrubbed the congealed blood from the tiled wall of the area where the beautiful teenager’s carcass had hung to bleed out, prior to being dismembered, his mind relived every erotic, mind-blowing moment of her slaughter and the minutes leading up to it!
Kinky! Good to hear that the soup-girls' bottoms will be nice and tender!
Will Melody be sliced up in next chapter? Sorry if I'm being impatient, I'm just really excited about that part!
Next chapter will open with a flashback to Julia. Melody is next but it depends how far I get tomorrow :)
You know what? You've got me fired up for Melody's big scene! I'll do that next and save the flashback for after :D
Wow, awesome! So excited to read about every gory, arousing, juicy little detail of Melody's demise! Looking forward to it a lot! :D
Time was not my friend this morning - more to come later I hope!
“Hey!” Frank grinned as he saw his new bride approaching through the crowd who had gathered to enjoy the site of the girls having their cute little rumps tenderised. “You’re not after a spanking too, are you? My hand’s kinda sore!” He held it up and gave a little wave. Jessica chuckled as she saw Chelsea rubbing her bright-red buttocks and comparing notes with the other girls.
“Maybe later!” She winked her her new husband. “I came to tell you that, while you were busy with their butts, someone from the kitchen came and told me it was time to put them in the stew then we can make a start on Melody!”
“Wow! Awesome!” Frank grinned, standing up and doing his best to smooth down the front of his trousers and hoping that the bulge in front was not too noticeable. It was not the first time that day, and he was sure it would not be the last, that he would be grateful for his choice to wear tight, almost restrictive, underwear that held everything pretty neatly in place. Being surrounded by naked young girls was nice enough but the Beach Banquet a few months earlier had left him with quite a taste for their bodies in more ways than one! “What about Laura and Megan?”
“They said they’d come out and help get them spitted in a bit.” Jessica explained, “But they said we could go ahead and get the girls into the pot and encourage people to start taking appetisers.”
“Then let’s get to it!” Frank grinned, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “Did you hear that girls?” He turned to the three youngsters who were gathered excitedly around the pot which had already started to steam and bubble. “Time to get you in! Who’s going first?”
“Me! Me!” To nobody’s surprise, it was Stephanie who bounced up and down on the spot, her hand in the air like she was desperate to answer the teacher’s question.
“Okay!” Frank chuckled, along with the crowd of spectators which now included nearly all the wedding guests and the two spit-sisters who, far from being annoyed that they had to go last, were happy that they got to watch how all the other girls were cooked before it was their own turn. Taking Stephanie by the hand, he led her to the pot and helped her onto the ladder. At the top, she paused and dipped her toe into the warm stew before turning to grin at the watching guests. Frank gave her a playful slap on her already sore backside which made her squeal and giggle then she slid into the gloopy, dark red liquid.
“How is it?” Daisy asked excitedly.
“It’s nice!” Stephanie grinned, moving to the far side of the pot to make room for the other two. “Feels warm but not too hot and it’s kinda cosy!”
“That’s great!” A young woman from the kitchen who had come out to supervise the harvesting of Melody’s meat stopped to chat to the girls as they climbed into the stew. Daisy was next, followed by Chelsea, each receiving a final slap to the backside as they climbed the ladder. “Try to kick your feet around and swirl your arms like you’re treading water. It keeps the stew nice and mixed up! Someone will be out in a bit with some veggies.”
“My butt stings!” Daisy observed, feeling the effect of the warm stew on her tender skin. “Like sunburn!”
“Funny that!” Her mum laughed, leaning over to give her a kiss while being careful not to get any of the stew on her dress. “I’ll come back and check on you later but now Frank and I have to go start cutting Melody up! Everybody’s getting impatient!”
really great cannibalism story
You just gotta love the parents in your stories. Quite loving and understanding but then they are like "Bye dear, i loved and nurtured you for 7 years, but now i've got better things to do than watching you boil to death in a perhaps quite painful way." ;)
OK, she will be back, but i guess most probably to get a taste of her.
Nice! Do take your time though, I don't mind waiting longer for the next chapter.>>20630
Haha, that's a good point! I think Edward has mentioned slightly more emotional farewells in previous stories, though the parents are usually very casual about their children dying. Not very realistic, sure, but it's kinda part of the casual, relaxed atmosphere of the universe and I like it.
This scene is not over but I didn't want to leave Loke hanging too long so here is what I have so far! More to follow later or tomorrow :-D
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Frank bellowed to get the attention of those few guests who were not already gathered around Melody’s frame and the grill, having been tipped off that something was about to happen when the kitchen assistant took up her position beside the restrained teenager. “Family, friends, and those of you who just tagged along for the free food and drink!” This raised a good-natured chuckle from all listening.
“The time has come to begin our feasting! As you can see, three of our lovely volunteers have just climbed into the stew pot over there,” he waved to the three giggling little girls who waved back and blew kisses, “and I hear our roast chicken and turkey are coming along just fine in the kitchen, not to mention our delicious party-platter of Canadian bacon!” This elicited another round of polite laughter. Soon we will get the two piggies on their spits to roast for us but before then, I’m sure you’re all in the mood for an appetiser. I know I am!”
He stepped to one side to focus everyone’s attention on Melody who smiled a little nervously. So many different emotions and sensations were accosting her all at once. There was pain where the metal of the cuffs dug into the soft flesh of he wrists and ankles and the muscles in her arms felt as if they were on fire from being held up as they were. Yet the drugs in her system were doing their work and she felt an intense euphoria mixed with so much excitement and arousal that she could feel her own juices leaking down the inside of her thigh. Any fear she felt only served to heighten the arousal.
“Jessica and I will take the first cuts,” Frank explained, “then the rest of you are welcome to line up for your turn. There’s plenty of her to go around but please remember not to take too much. There’s plenty more meat on the menu today so nobody will go hungry but we’d like everyone to be able to get a taste of my lovely niece.” Melody found herself blushing at these words and so ridiculously horny that she tried to rub her thighs together for stimulation. “Mary here has aprons for those of you who want to protect your clothes, although I’m assured this will not be nearly so messy as it could be, and is also happy to assist and instruct with the proper use for the various tools available. So all that remains to be said is Bon Appetite!”
As the applause died down, Jessica finished having her transparent plastic apron tied over her white wedding dress by Mary, the kitchen assistant, and stepped forward, a long, sharp knife in her hand.
“Now let me see…” She ran a ponderous hand over Melody’s body, running it down the length of her arm, down her back and squeezing her left buttock. “There’s definitely some good meat here! But what about here?” She moved around to stroke the teen’s belly which was pulled taught by her pose. The feeling of the young woman’s hand caressing her hyper-sensitive skin was driving Melody crazy! “Hmm… There feel nice too!” Jessica squeezed Melody’s left breast, speaking softly enough that only Frank and the meat-girl herself could hear her. “I know!” She ran her hand back down the girl’s tummy and, to the teen’s surprise and delight, slipped two fingers inside her wet and eager pussy.
“Hmm very nice!” Jessica slid her fingers in and out, stimulating the horny teen with all the skills she had picked up in her early experimentations. There was no need to work her to climax- the mixture of the sensation and the effect of the drugs meant that Melody now experienced one long, intense orgasm that would last the rest of her life. “I know what I want!” Jessica pulled her fingers forward a little, stretched out Melody’s plump public mound then, with a few deft movements of the knife, cut away the dripping pussy with her fingers still inside! Melody cried out with a mixture of pain and elation as the audience clapped and cheered.
Holding up the tender meat so that it’s former owner could see, Jessica withdrew her fingers then slowly licked the severed lips and engorged clit clean of juices before placing it carefully on the grill. Every nerve of Melody’s body was on fire – the difference between pleasure and pain seemed a pointless distinction as she felt the thickened blood oozing down her leg, mingling with her pussy juices that still clung stickily to her skin.
Feeling his boner threatening to go of inside his tight underpants, Frank took a deep breath and stepped forward, taking the knife from his wife to make his own selection. Although he had requested restraint from his guests, there were two parts of Melody he was determined to taste and he was going to have them – it was his wedding day after all! Giving his sobbing niece a cheeky wink, he leaned forward and sucked on her right nipple before giving it a small nip with his teeth.
“Mmm delectable!” He stood up and licked his lips. “Let’s see if they taste as good cooked as they do raw, huh?” and with that, he pressed the knife to the underside of the teens small breast and began to slice slowly upwards, taking his time and making sure she could feel and enjoy every movement of the fiendishly sharp blade as he pulled it back and forth, moving ever further upwards, until the perky little breast, crowned with its hard, pink nipple came away in his hand.
“I’m not done yet!” he whispered to Melody, placing the breast face-up on the grill then moving behind her. As he reached around and fondled her remaining breast, Melody felt a thick slice of meat cut from her buttock. “Gotta try a piece of this prime rump-roast, huh?” Frank spoke softly in her ear before kissing her cheek.
“Thanks again sweetheart.” He told her. “Hope you last a bit longer so you can enjoy yourself while everyone else has at your meat! I know I’m going to enjoy eating you!” Through the confusion of pain and euphoria, Melody smiled at her Uncle.
“No,” she whispered softly. “Thank You!”
As Frank and Jessica stepped aside to watch their appetisers cooking on the grill, the guests lined up politely but impatiently, ready to make their own selections and hoping that the parts they wanted would not be gone by the time their turn arrived. Front of the queue, of course, behind the happy couple themselves, were Melody and Megan’s parents. Taking the knife from Frank, Melody’s mum stepped forward and looked admiringly and with obvious hunger at her daughter’s mutilated but still gorgeous and appetising body.
Haha yeah parents in these stories are kinda tricky to write as in real life no loving parent would allow their child to be cooked and eaten without some major force or circumstances compelling it and would then be in floods of tears as it happened and broken for the rest of their lives which would kinda ruin the fun of essentially a porn story. On the other hand, if I wrote them as cold and indifferent to their child's suffering as they would really have to be you'd have to assume they were horrible parents and the kid volunteered to escape their shitty life which, again, would make things a lot less fun!
I settle on a kind of compromise where they see their kid being cooked as something they put themselves out for to keep said kid happy - a bit like taking them to football practice every Sunday or going along to support a school talent show.
Wow! So hot! Thanks a lot for your writing I really enjoyed that!! :D
My pleasure - glad you enjoyed! I plan to write more on that scene before the spitting but I didn't want you to think I'd gone back on my promise! Hehe
As I wrote in >>20632
I don't mind waiting, but I'm not against the update either so all in all I'm happy with it!
BTW, this little typo made me chuckle:>Jessica pulled her fingers forward a little, stretched out Melody’s plump public mound then, with a few deft movements of the knife …
I guess since she's naked in front of all the guests it's technically public, but I don't know if I would've gone for the same wording there :P
Haha oops! Well like you say, it's public now :P
Instead of running a new Expo story you could write a story about culinary school
Hmm that's an idea…
Each piece of meat that was cut from her young body send Melody further into her state of delirium. In her more lucid moments, it occurred to her that having her clit removed should have robbed her of her ability to orgasm but, whether it was the effect of the drugs in her system, her own excitement flooding her brain with endorphins that confused the pain receptors of her nervous system or the fact that her delicious pussy had been cut from her body at the moment of climax, the pretty, golden-haired teenager seemed to be in the throws of a powerful, non-stop orgasm which promised to last for the rest of her life which, even with the drugs and the blood-thickener, could surely not be too much longer.
Her shapely legs were flayed almost to the bone, as was her rump. Her second breast had not lasted long after Frank had taken her first and, when somebody had expressed an interest in her belly meat, the assistant from the kitchen had sliced open her taught tummy and removed much of her viscera, leaving her body-cavity empty, so that hungry guests could slice away at the meat.
Most barely acknowledged her at all, chatting happily to each other about the treats they were selecting as if they were at any other buffet. Those who did speak to her simply gave a quick, polite “thank you” after making their selection. It was a surprise, therefore, when Melody realised she was being directly addressed, pulling her out of her semi-conscious state for a few seconds at least. The voice that spoke was warm and deep with an American accent.
“Hey Sweetheart, open your mouth for me.” Without questioning, Melody did as she was asked, opening her eyes to see the handsome face of one of the American cousins. He reminded her of a movie actor but she could not summon the energy or concentration to remember which one. “Good girl.”
Melody let out an involuntary yelp as he slid a pair of pincers into her mouth and gripped her tongue, stretching it and extending it before reaching in with a thin, razor-sharp blade and slicing the twitching muscle clean out of her mouth. She could feel the thick blood oozing down her throat. Seeing this seemed to inspire those still in the queue with a new confidence and the next person behind the American sliced off one of her cheeks. It was not long before the other was gone. A few slices from her arms and back later, someone used one of the larger tools to tear off her entire lower jaw. Somehow, however, Melody remained conscious. She knew she should have been afraid or even angry at the people destroying her body to satisfy their own hunger but all she felt was a warm sense of happiness and contentment that she was giving all these people such a nice meal, coupled with a mild sense of curiosity about what might be taken next.
After a little guidance from the assistant, a guest cut away half her rib cage, taking the front ribs for himself and passing the back rack to his wife. Now Melody’s beating heart and one rapidly pumping lung was exposed, her arms and legs now little more than bloody bones and cartilage and her face destroyed beyond recognition.
She survived just long enough to see a large tray of meat being wheeled out from the kitchen – the remains of the pretty Canadian teenager she had met fairly briefly earlier. Although she no longer possessed the muscles and other parts of a face required to smile, Melody felt blissfully happy as her heart was cut out of her chest and she finally passed into oblivion.
As he hoisted the platter off the trolley and onto the table next to the bloody almost-skeleton that had once been Melody, Jack, the young kitchen assistant who had participated in the slaughter of both this teen and the two young girls earlier, cast his eye over the cuts of meat, some of which were still identifiable body parts although many weren’t, and felt a distinctly unprofessional stirring in his underwear as his mind replayed her final few minutes.
In light of her age, and seeing how much the small girls had enjoyed being stimulated prior to their heads being cut off, Julia had bluntly and in so many words asked to be fucked before she was killed. The head chef had laughed and told her she didn’t want “his wrinkly old dick” inside her but suggested that Jack might like to do the honours, along with the actual slaughter.
Although flushed with embarrassment, the young man could not deny his instant arousal at the thought of sex with the gorgeous, naked teenager in front of him who was only a couple of years younger than himself. Prior to that day he had only ever had sex twice but, if that day was anything to go by, this new job could have more perks than he had anticipated!
Man, that was hot! The part where the guy slices out her tongue was excellent, I really enjoyed that! Thank you!
Glad you enjoyed it :-D Credit where it's due - the tongue was Digger's idea :-D
Glad to hear from you again. I'm Not too much into live disassemblement (Not because of the gore, i just think, the girl should feel being cooked), so i'm very surprised how much in fact i liked it. Very sexy!
Looking forward to the next part!
That’s was so hot, Melody went the way she wanted and love how you described how she was feeling. It will be hot now to know how Julia was fucked and killed and then time for the spit sisters I guess
Very glad you both enjoyed! Yup - we have Julia's story to go then the spit-sisters! I know this one is taking a long time but I hope it's worth the wait! lol
Trust me, we don't mind the wait when the result is as good as this!
I've reread the last two chapters a number of times now, and it's still exciting to read. Maybe it's the combination of the very casual, friendly setting and the brutal, grotesque acts being performed on Melody? The way the American guy asks her to open her mouth, and she obeys, losing another essential part of her body… man, that gets to me! (In a very good way)!
May I suggest that one of the spit-sisters get some of the same treatment? Maybe they have to carve off Megan's cute little boobies to keep them from overcooking or something like that, while she's still conscious?
Getting the nod from his superior, Jack had taken off his own clothes and set them neatly on a clean counter-top. It felt a little surreal to be naked in his workplace, especially when every other naked person he had seen there was killed and cooked shortly after. Although, he had reflected it himself, he was unlikely to be mistaken for a meat-girl by any of his colleagues!
Julia had giggled prettily, seeing how obviously excited he was to grant her final wish and had allowed him to lead her into the shower which he had switched on, dousing them both in the hot spray, something which he had always found very erotic. There was no curtain on these deep shower cubicles but he hadn’t cared, pushing the girl up against the black-tiled wall and kissing her deeply, fondling her large breasts as he did so before running his hand down her belly and slipping tow fingers into her eager pussy.
Knowing they did not have long, he had crushed his body up against hers then slid his throbbing erection inside her, making the horny meat-girl gasp with surprise and delight. As both were young and incredibly aroused by the situation, it did not take long for him to feel that he was close to climax and, from the sounds that she was making, Julia was already on her second and building to a third.
At that point, the chef had come over and caught his eye then tapped his wrist meaningfully, where someone might wear their watch. He had known this meant time was short and he needed to get on with things. As his boss handed him a long, sharp knife, Jack had reflected that the interaction gave him just the distraction he needed to delay his own orgasm for long enough to do what needed to be done.
He had not needed to say anything to Julia who had licked her lips excitedly at the sight on the knife and allowed him to turn her around so that her round, meaty behind had been pushed into his crotch and braced herself with her hands against the wall. Once again, Jack had taken a moment to explore her nubile young body, especially enjoying the feel of her fairly large breast as he worked his way up to her head which once again entering her but this time from behind and far more roughly. The meat-girl seemed to have no complaints as he pounded, his thighs slapping noisily against her buttocks.
He had given up trying to count her orgasms as he felt his own building – she had to be on her third or fourth, so aroused was she by the thought of becoming meat, and it seemed she was just experiencing one long, unending orgasm now. Taking hold of her soaked hair, he had yanked her head back roughly, exposing her neck and, at the moment of his own climax, drawn the blade across her throat. The blood gushed forth from the wound just as a very different bodily fluid spurted into her.
He had not had long to enjoy the moment, however, as the chef had then reached in to turn off the water and stepped in to help him hang the carcass that seconds earlier had been his lover from the meat-hooks hung from the ceiling of the shower area. He had then taken the shower head down and rinsed off his still very aroused body before adjusting the head like a garden hose so that it would shoot a more focussed jet. While he was doing this, the chef had slit Julia’s belly open and removed her viscera then left Jack to the business of cleaning out the inside.
Thinking it easier than putting on protective clothing, Jack had opted to remain naked while parting out Julia’s meat and passing the larger pieces to his boss for the final touches that required his practised finesse. He had then jumped back in the shower to clean up before getting dressed once more to bring out the platter of freshly-cut meat. It could never be said that his job was without its perks!
Although Melody was no longer alive, there was still a fair bit of meat to be had on her young body and, although they were curious about the fresh arrival, most waiting diners, many of whom were now on their second portion of Melody-meat, seemed keener to select their own cuts from the hanging carcass.
Once all the easily-cut meat had been removed, she would be taken down and her remains added to the stew-pot along with the younger girls, two of whom had by that time expired, been hauled out by the hair and beheaded, their bodies chopped to pieces before being returned to the pot and their heads mounted on the waiting spikes.
Although she had been the first in, Stephanie was the only one still alive, holding on with all her willpower so that she could enjoy as much of being cooked as possible. It had been quite a thrill watching first Chelsea then Daisy pass away then be chopped to pieces and knowing that it would soon happen to her. She wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Although she now had very little feeling left in her scalded body, the young girl reached down between her legs and slid her fingers inside as she had often done in the bath, determined to enjoy her last few minutes as much as possible.
Your stories have always been a source of entertainment and pleasure , but this one seriously takes the cake. Kudos, you are truly the master of the art of consensual cannibal storywriting.
Awww thank you! Glad you're enjoying! I shall write a bit more now :-)
And I can't wait to see what you come up with, next!:)
“Okay, girls!” Frank grinned at Megan and Laura who had been waiting, patiently at first but progressively less so as they watched the other bridesmaids and additional meat-girls prepared and served, for their big moment. “Looks like you’re up!”
A young female assistant from the kitchen had come out to tell him that the two oven-roasters were nearly done and would soon be ready to serve, meaning that it was time to put the two piggies on the spits. She and Jack now stood close to the barbecue pits with the relevant equipment including two very thick and sharp-looking spits. As excited as they were to finally get cooked, neither girl could suppress a slight gulp when they saw them!
On the ground were two fairly circular mats that the girls were asked to step onto. As they excitedly looked around, they saw the equipment on the trolley that the kitchen staff had brought out with them. There were large knives like Laura had seen in a butcher’s shop before and a big bowl of what looked like chopped fruit – banana, peach, apple, mango, pineapple and suchlike, mixed with lumps of bread.
“That’s the stuffing!” the young woman who’s name was Sam explained, seeing where the girls’ eyes had settled. “We’ll get you gutted and cleaned out,” she pulled out a large plastic container from the bottom of the trolley, “that’s what these are for. Anything edible we stick in the stew, the rest will be recycled for fertiliser and that sort of thing.” Megan was pleased that none of her body would go to waste but was a little troubled by the implication of what she had just been told.
“I was hoping to be alive when I got cooked. At the beginning at least.” She gave a slightly awkward smile. “But if you’re going to gut us does that mean…?”
“Oh no.” Sam smiled reassuringly. “We’re basically just going to empty out your body cavity so stomach, intestines, kidneys, liver, all that sort of thing. Your heart and lungs will stay where they are. Now, obviously, under other circumstances, if you had all of that taken out you wouldn’t live much more than a couple of hours without being hooked up to some sort of machine but I really don’t think you two need to worry too much about that, huh?” Both girls giggled and felt relieved. While they would have accepted being butchered if that was the only way they’d get their wish to be cooked, both were really looking forward to experiencing the spitting and the sensation of heat as they started to cook.
“So what we do,” she continued, “is empty out everything below the ribs, basically, then fill up the space with this.” She tilted the bowl of fruit and juice-infused fruit to show them. “Then we stitch you back up again and cover you in this glaze made from honey and pineapple juice.” She picked up a smaller pot in which a glooply, golden-yellow liquid sloshed about. “We’ll continue to baste you with it while you’re cooking so your meat won’t dry out and you’ll really get infused with the delicious sweet flavour! Oh, and not forgetting these!” She picked up a plastic bag and pulled out two apples with the core cut out leaving a hole roughly the width of the spit. “Wouldn’t be a proper luau if the pigs didn’t have apples in their mouth eh?” Both girls grinned broadly, very happy to see how much thought had gone into their cooking and presentation and also quite thrilled to hear their bodies being discussed as meat and to be referred to as pigs! “Shall we get started?”
In keeping with the theme of their cooking, the girls’ hands were tied behind their backs not with the cable-ties that would be used in most modern kitchens and slaughter-houses but with thick string which, despite being tightly wound around their wrists, was surprisingly soft. Upon protesting that they would not try to escape or fight the cooks, the girls had it explained to them that their hands would need to be tied for the cooking anyway and it made more sense to tie them now as it kept their arms out of the way for the gutting. Once tied, the girls were helped to their knees. Jack had taken charge of Laura while Sam was dealing with Megan.
“Ready?” Jack whispered softly to the nervous but excited ten year old, loving the way her rapid breathing was making her small titties jiggle. The memory of Julia’s slaughter was still very fresh in his mind and he wondered if this much younger girl was aware of the bulge in his trousers and what she might think about it if she was. Not that it mattered – his task here was purely to prepare her for the spit and nothing more. He tried to switch his mind to see her as nothing but an ingredient, a piece of meat to be prepared and cooked but the warm, musky scent of her skin was quite intoxicating and she had a rare beauty, especially in her eyes. Coupled with the simple grace and elegance of the way she held herself, he found her almost irresistible and wished her could be permitted to take her right there, on the patio, in front of all the wedding guests but he knew it was not to be.
Laura gave a slightly nervous little not and he pressed the knife into her soft, slightly pudgy belly, hard enough to pierce through the muscle but taking care not to stab too deeply and risk puncturing her organs – an accident which could poison her meat and render it inedible which would be such a waste! She let out an involuntary yelp as the blade went in but did not scream or cry. Carefully but as quickly as he could so as not to prolong her suffering, Jack drew the blade upwards. Laura winced and gritted her teeth as her young torso was cut open. Fortunately, he body sense the attack and flooded her brains with endorphins to counter the pain. It still hurt, there was no way it could not, but the pain was muted and the rush of pleasure-inducing chemicals to her brain gave her a light, giddy feeling like being drunk.
A few feet away, Megan was experiencing the same treatment at the hands of Sam. It was clear that Sam had been doing this kind of thing for far longer than Jack and she had the twelve-year old opened up and emptied out with almost brutal efficiency. Despite the pain she was feeling, Megan couldn’t help looking with curiosity and the various-coloured viscera was pulled from her body.
Once both girls were emptied out, they were helped to lay on their backs. This was a little uncomfortable with their hands still tied behind their backs but it was nice to be able to turn their heads and look at each other while they were filled with the fruity stuffing, each imagining how delicious both they and their friend was going to taste. Surprisingly, given the severity of the first would, Laura found being stitched up far more painful than being cut open, probably because it involved many small but repeated injuries with the thick, sharp needle being pushed through the muscle of her belly, pulling the study black thread behind it. This time she could not help but sob a little, making Jack feel awkward and a little sad but he did his best to comfort her while finishing the task he had to do. Megan, although more stoic, was also finding the stitching the worst part of the procedure so far and found herself longing more than ever to simply be impaled and placed over the hot coals.
Having been warned ahead of time that this was probably not a procedure a meat-girl’s mother should watch, Jessica had gone to get herself a portion of Julia to follow her two of Melody and to check on the stew but Frank had stayed to watch the spit-sisters prepared and, along with the rest of the sizeable group who had joined him, called out encouragement to them, assuring them of how tasty they were going to be and how it was not long now before they would start cooking.
Both girls were pleased to know that he was close by and that he truly was looking forward to their meat. They hoped the finished meal would not be disappointing!
Very nice to find out how Julia got both Her wishes, being fucked and butchered, l the ve her reaction when she saw the knife that would shortly kill her. Your writing is just so good and then now the spit-sisters get their turn
This story is really a great mix of everything! And, yes, the strange mix of overall friendlyness and brutality makes it extremely interesting.
Really struggled to be creative today but here is what I came up with :-) Hopefully some more tomorrow :-)
“There we are!” Sam smiled, giving Megan’s stitched up belly a little pat. “Are stuffed and ready to go! Now all we need to do is get you glazed!” She helped the twelve year old to her understandably unsteady feet while Jack did the same with Laura.
“Looking good, girls!” Frank called, giving them a double thumbs-up. “Really tasty!”
“Thanks!” Laura grinned and blushed a little. Megan giggled. “Hope you’ve left some room for us?”
“Oh I sure have!” Frank assured her with a laugh. “I know there’s a lot of delicious meat on the menu today but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try a piece of each and every one of you!” This apparently satisfied the girls who turned their attention back to the assistants who were both poised with basting brushes and pots of the sweet, sticky syrup.
The glaze was cool, almost cold, in contrast with the warm early-afternoon sun overhead, and made their skin tingle. For Megan especially, the whole situation felt incredibly surreal and she almost did not dare to believe it. Even with her insides removed and replaced with bread and fruit, she could not shake the fear that this was all some kind of prank or that something else would occur to prevent her getting her dream. After the time months earlier when, mere hours from being cooked, here dream had been snatched from here, she had not dared to believe that it would really happen this time. And yet here she was – standing naked in front a crowd of hungry wedding guests, gutted, stuffed and being basted ready for the spit. Finally, she was going to be meat!
“Okay, looks like we’re done!” Sam grinned, taking a step back and looking appraisingly at Megan’s gleaming young body to check that she had not missed any spots. Meanwhile, Laura giggled as Jack gave her small breasts a third coating, claiming it was to prevent them from drying out but, even as young as she was, Laura was not so naive as to believe him! “Don’t worry,” Sam smiled, addressing both girls as Jack somewhat reluctantly conceded that he too was finished, “I’m not going to ask you to lay on your hands again. Here.”
She took two folding stools, a bit like people use around the home for reaching high shelves, but made of shiny metal rather than the usual plastic, from hooks on the far side of the trolley. After carefully unfolding and locking them in their open position, she placed one in front of each girl.
“Right,” she explained, “I’m going to need you to kneel down and rest your chests on these.” With a little help, the girls did as they were told, both experiencing the warmth of the metal against their young nipples which were even more sensitive than usual due to their excitement.
Massive thanks to both of you :-D
Megan’s stuffed belly felt awkward as she leant forward, lifting her bottom as high as she could from her kneeling position. The stuffing inside her was tightly packed but still moved around and the massive wound which ran from just below her naval to her breast-bone stung horribly as the acidic fruit-juices seemed through it. It was not exactly unbearable pain but it was also far from comfortable. Still, if it meant her meat would be as delicious as it could possibly be, it was a discomfort she was willing to endure!
Two other kitchen assistants who had been supervising the help-your-sell buffet grill and the stew came over to help with this final stage of the process as each girl required two assistants and Frank has especially requested that they be spitted, as close as possible, at the same time.
As she took a final look around, Laura noticed how many cameras were trained on her and her spit-sister and wondered just how far the pictures would travel? The official photographer was there of course, front and centre of the watching group as he had been when the girls climbed into the strew pot and as the first few cuts were taken from Melody. He had never before obtained so much new material from a single event and knew he stood to make a hefty sum of money from these pictures.
With the girls in position, butts raised and hands tied behind their backs, the spits were lifted and the points lined up with their extremely well-lubricated young pussies.
“Ready, girls?” Sam asked, loud enough for both the hear, but it was less of a question and more of an instruction to brace themselves. As she felt the thick pole being pushed into her vagina, Laura wondered if Frank knew that it reminded her of him and how they had spent the previous night. She hoped that those were memories that would stay with him for some time to come, however happy his marriage to her mum was and however many more children they had in the future. As the sharp spike forced its way through her cervix and beyond, she distracted herself from the pain by trying to imagine what children of Frank and her mum might look like, and wondering how many would survive to have children of their own and how many would end up on the menu the way she and her sisters had. Perhaps they would have boys this time? It was fun to imagine them as teenagers sneaking looks at their parents’ wedding album to see the naked girls, not caring that they were their half-sisters.
Megan’s mind was firmly on the here and now or, at least, the very-soon-to-be. As the spit made its way through her chubby young body, she tried to imagine how each different part of her body might taste, using the meat-girls from the beach party as a reference, and speculating who might get which cut? She was pretty sure Jessica and Uncle Frank would get a vulva each but which way around? She had seen Jessica take Melody’s so maybe Frank would have hers and Jessica would get her daughter’s? If Megan had a single regret about the day it was that she had not been able to taste the other girls who were being cooked alongside her but that regret was only a tiny one.
Both girls let out slightly strangled, gurgling exclamations, as much of surprise as of pain, as the sharp tips of the spits tore through the backs of their throats then, guided by assistants stood in front of them, emerged through their mouths and continued their journey until they extended roughly a meter out in front of them.
Although the girls’ hands and feet would be tied with rope rather than the usual cuffs, in keeping with the “traditional” feel of their cooking, the stabiliser to stop them slipping around as they turned over the coals was still required and both felt somewhat undignified as the smooth, round-tipped metal rod was slid deep into their bottoms but understood the necessity. Next, from the front, the hollowed-out apples were slid down into their waiting mouths which they opened as wide as possible to accommodate the fruit before biting down once it was in place. Megan wished that she could see herself as she was sure she looked like a real piggy now and was very pleased at the number of photos and videos people seemed to be taking! Long after her remains were compost, people would remember this day and their delicious meal!
The final stage was fixing the girls’ legs in place. While one assistant held up the end of the pole, another lifted one foot at a time and tied them not stretched out as happened in most spittings, whether in kitchens, on beaches or in back yards, but with the knees bent so the feet were very close to the rump. Once the girls were properly secured, to the cheers and applause of those watching, they were lifted and carried over to the charcoal roasting pits which were glowing a vivid, orangey-red. Once the spits were locked into place, the girls felt themselves beginning to slowly turn over to the heat. The spit-sisters were finally getting their dream!
Not two minutes later, there was another round of applause and cheers as two trolley were wheeled out from the kitchen, each one bearing a large, oval platter and, on each platter, the beautifully roasted, golden-brown body of a small girl, minus her head, hands and feet. Jessica cooed in excitement, joining her new husband and slipping and arm around his waist as they were invited forwards to receive the first cuts!
Each was handed a small plate which already had some lightly-steamed vegetables and tiny, herb-covered roast potato bites on it and were then asked what they would like. Not wanting to be greedy and conscious of the need to leave room both for the spit-roast piggies and the stew, which would be ready to serve any moment, Frank asked for a small slice from the thigh of each girl. Jessica, however, after checking with her husband that he wouldn’t mind, requested the plump vulva of both girls, the British Chicken and the American Turkey, claiming that she wanted to compare how the different varieties tasted!
“I knew you’d been with girls in the past,” Frank laughed as his new bride bit into the juicy meat, “but I never realised just how much you enjoyed eating pussy!”
“I’m sure there’s lots we don’t know about each other yet!” She leaned forward and kissed him, transferring to him the delicious taste of the meat juices which still clung to her lips. “But we have the rest of our lives to find out!”
By the time everyone had taken their share of the two youngest girls, Stephanie had passed away and been chopped up before being returned, minus her head which now adorned the final spike, to the stew which now included Melody’s bones and the little pieces of flesh which still clung to them for added flavour. More than half of Julia’s meat had gone but there was still plenty left for those who too hungry to wait for the spit-sisters!
By the time the party ended, well past midnight that night, under the light of flaming tiki-style torches, all the guests had at least sampled every different type of meat on offer and felt very well satisfied! All agreed that, although each method had its own unique charms, bringing out different flavours in the meat, all were equally delicious!
Jessica and Frank were both over the moon to have such an amazing start to their married life together but, on top of that, Frank was delighted to have finally been able to give his beloved nieces their wish!
Amazing end to an amazing story! My compliments!
Thank you! Oh btw, I checked and this one story is over 6000 words longer than Alice in Wonderland!
What an enormous, lovely piece of work this is! I enjoyed every part of it, thank you!
I wish the newlyweds a long and happy marriage with many delicious daughters!
Very good story and a very good sequel to the original, glad that there was plenty of girl meat for the guess at the wedding. Very well described as always and with the wait to get it complete. Hope you feel soon like finishing the Sydneys exposed story and the baby sitter one. Thank you
Very glad you enjoyed it! I will have to see where my… unique… mind wanders next ;-)
It took a while but we got there in the end! Haha. Thanks for the suggestions and contributions you made along the journey :-)>>20812
I think that should become a standard toast at every wedding!