Gianna’s toned slab of meat was impaled on a spit, and carried to the cooking pits that had been set up near the Genkysou VIllage square. They set her up above the glowing coals, along with the other retirees. It took several hours for them to slowly roast to a perfect golden brown as trained sex slaves rotated them to evenly toast their bodies.

Juices dripped from Gianna’s perfectly roasted curves. A nearby chef poked her in the butt with a cooking fork… It came back with clear juices… She was done.

Women lined up with wooden bowls, waiting for the meats to be rested and served.

Joy didn’t want to admit it - but the smells of her mother’s roast were making her salivate. She was distraught that her mother would never again teach her spearwork, or chase her through the breeding quarter pretending to be a Hellhound Alpha, but the appeal of copious quantities of freshly roasted meat was too much for any girl living in the World of Bones to resist.
At least nobody seemed to have noticed the small wet spot on her loincloth.