Pt 5

However willing she might be, Karl could see that the gutting had taken a serious toll on his young daughter’s body. She was shivering and retching although she no longer had any stomach from which to vomit anything. He had made a promise to her, that he would spit her delicious young body while she was still alive and he meant to keep that promise.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He stroked her hair tenderly. “Not much longer to go. I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you!”

“Don’t be silly, Daddy!” she managed to grin through the pain and strange, feverish feeling that was gradually overcoming her. “I was pretty distracted when you cut me so I didn’t feel it that much and I’m cold right now but I’m going to be plenty warm soon enough!” She giggled in her delightful way that Karl had found so enchanting since she was a baby.

“Well I don’t know about anyone else,” Karl leant forward and kissed her tenderly on the cheek, “but I’m getting hungry! What do you say we get this tasty meat on the barbecue?” He gave her a playful slap on her round bottom which was still sticking out provocatively behind her.

“Great idea!” She grinned back at him. With her dad’s help, Becky climbed up onto the table where she knelt a little awkwardly with her hind-quarters sticking up in the air and her chin resting on the cold metal of the table, providing a hopefully easy path for the spit.

His friend Jack holding the end over his shoulder to steady it, Karl took the spit and lined the sharp tip up with his daughter’s thankfully very well lubricated vagina. As he inserted the end and began to slide it in, he couldn’t help wonder if their morning’s activities had helped to make this part of the process slightly easier for Becky and if, to some degree, that is why she had been so keen to rock his world before filling his belly?

Becky could feel the thankfully not too cold steel slide inside her. The feeling was pleasurable at first and reminded her of Karl but then the sharp tip hit her cervix and she knew from here on in it would be cutting a path through her. After a quick warning to brace herself, Karl push the pole deeper into Becky and she felt it force its was into her empty abdomen. The pole continued its path until she could feel it at the back of her throat.

“I love you, Daddy!” She assured him while she could still speak. “Enjoy your dinner, and Happy Birthday!”

“I love you too, pumpkin.” Karl told his daughter softly before pushing the pole further so it emerged, slick and bloody from her mouth. A little more pushing and it stuck out in front of her almost as far as it extended behind. He took her hand gently. “Try to lay down flat on your tummy.” he instructed. Becky tried to do as she was told but her legs felt weak and didn’t want to obey so Karl helped her gently to spread out until she lay on the garden table, the blood from her massive open wound dripping thickly through the gaps in the table’s floral pattern.

Once she was laying flat, Karl slid the stabiliser up the pole and between her firm cheeks into her anus then used the provided cuffs to secure her ankles and wrists to the pole. She truly now looked like a piggy ready for roasting.

Karl and Jack carefully hoisted the impaled girl by holding the ends of the spit and carried her over to the barbecue where the spit was quickly locked into place. Once he was sure everything was secure, Karl flicked the switch to start the motor and watched as his beautiful young daughter began to turn over the hot coals.

“Don’t chuck the guts out just yet!” Another friend of Karl’s named Frank, a chef by trade, suggested as Frank started to gather together the tools that were no longer needed to make a little more space. More guests seemed to be arriving all the time, all armed with either side-dishes to compliment or desserts to follow the delicious girl-meat that was by then not only looking delectable but starting to smell incredibly appetising too. “Liver and kidneys and whatnot cook up really nice!” Frank explained. “Got any tin-foil?”

Karl went to the kitchen and returned with a roll of foil that he handed to his friend who then started to pick carefully through Becky’s viscera, setting aside pieces of offal he knew to be tasty when cooked. Karl left him to it – he wanted to focus on Becky herself.

The little girl had not lived much longer once she had been placed over the heat. Ten minutes perhaps. But despite the spit piercing her cute young body from pussy to mouth, she had died with a smile on her face, happy to know how much everyone was looking forward to tasting her and how happy she had made her Daddy on his special day.

A little over an hour after she had begun to cook, Becky’s meat was ready to carve. All the guests insisted that Karl should have the first taste. Using the carving set that had come from with the spit, he cut a thick slice from Becky’s rump and slipped it into a burger bun. As he sank his teeth into the delicious treat, his friends cheered and applauded.

By the time the guests started to leave, Becky’s lovely young body had been reduced to little more than a skeleton. As she surely would have wanted, Karl had eaten more than anyone else, determined to try at least a little piece from every different part of her body. As Becky herself had predicted, some people had even sliced the meat from her face yet even now it looked to Karl as if she were smiling. He decided that he would indeed keep her skull but not in the garden. He would boil it clean then place it on the windowsill in his bedroom so he could always feel like she was close. They were, after all, he reflected to himself, as close as it was possible for a father and daughter to be – he had been inside her and now, in a very real sense, she was inside him!

One thing was for certain – this was one birthday Karl would never, ever forget!

THE END