Pt 9

“Okay, okay!” Mr Marshall laughed. “You’re an impatient piggy, aren’t you? Don’t forget to keep an eye on this one too!” he warned the cannibal siblings, pointing indicating Hannah with a jerk of his thumb. “Wouldn’t want her trying to run away while everyone’s watching the spitting, would we?”

“Well darn in!” Hannah snapped her fingers in annoyance, or tried to at least as the sticky barbecue marinade made such an action rather tricky. “I was going to make a run for it and live in the trees like an especially sticky monkey but oh well. I’d have probably got eaten by a wolf or a lion or something pretty soon anyway!”

“Be quiet, meat! Or I’ll cut out your tongue and eat that first!” Barney levelled his spear at Hannah, prodding her in the belly, enjoying the feeling of power it gave him.

“Sorry!” she giggled. “But honestly,” she looked pointedly downwards, “I think there’s more danger of you poking out my eye than cutting out my tongue!” Barney blushed again under his warpaint, old enough to understand what this particular bodily reaction meant but too young to know what to do about it! Mr Marshall, on the other hand, knew exactly what his meant and how to relieve it! Seeing Natasha kneeling on the table with her haunches in the air, he wished he could stick something other than the spit into her tight little pussy. Hearing Hannah spoken to in this way by her friend was only making the situation hotter. He and his wife would certainly be having some fun that evening when all the guests had gone home and the camera was put away!

“Here we go!” He retrieve the first of the spits, greased with vegetable oil as per the instructions. He was sure that Megan and Barney would want to help but knew that this was too important. They, and any other guests who wanted to could help with future basting and serving the meat but the spitting was something he would have to do himself!

“Are you sure about this, pumpkin?” He asked Natasha, quietly. “Once I get more than a few inches in there’s really no coming back. Too much damage would already be done!”

“No I’ve changed my mind about the thing I’ve been looking forward to for weeks and am going to let all my friends go hungry!” She marinaded little girl replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, I’m ready!” she grinned as her dad chuckled. “Come on, let’s do this thing!”

“Okay then!” Mr Marshall grinned and, after checking that Mrs Marshall still had the camera rolling, inserted the tip of the spit between Natasha’s eagerly offered lower lips. As he began to push, a shocked hush fell over the party guests. There had been a few, even up to that point, who had firmly believed the whole thing to be an elaborate prank on the part of the twins but there was no denying the reality of what was happening. Right in front of their eyes, their friend was having a sharp, steel pole inserted into her body.

“How does it feel?” Hannah asked curiously once the spit seemed to be a little less than half way. Her sister’s face was contorted but it looked more like discomfort than actual pain. She was neither crying nor screaming so it couldn’t be too bad. The instructions had stated that as long as the spit was properly lubricated, the sharpness of the tip meant that pain would be kept to a minimum, although some of obviously unavoidable. The instructions that came with the spit and every other source he had checked for advice had advised against giving painkillers to a meat-girl as they could negatively effect the flavour and a degree of their effect could be passed on to those who ate the meat, risking adverse reactions.

“Weird!” Natasha replied. “It kinda hurts but not too bad. Bit like a stinging nettle but one the inside?”

“That sounds kinda fun!” Hanna grinned.

“Yeah!” Natasha let out a small moan of pleasure. “The feeling of it sliding in makes up for anything it does inside!”

“Okay one last push and it should be out your mouth.” Mr Marshall informed his daughter. “Seems like we’ve missed everything important along the way so you should at least be alive when we put you over the coals!” Natasha grinned, happy to hear this. “Anything you want to say before you can’t talk any more?”

“Umm…” Natasha turned her head to look at her shocked and excited friends. “Enjoy your dinner and I hope my butt is as tasty as it looks!” The raised a giggle from the watching party-guests and warm chuckles from the parents. Nobody there could deny how delicious the twins’ perky little behinds looked and many were already imagining sinking their teeth into the little girls’ tender meat.

“I’m sure it will be!” Mr Marshall laughed. “Here we go!” He gave a firm push and the tip of the spit erupted out of Natasha’s open mouth. There was surprisingly little blood and it continued to slide through smoothly until it protruded roughly as far in front of her as it did behind. The spitting complete, Mr Marshall carefully helped the impaled girl to lay flat on her tummy before sliding the stabiliser up the pole and into her anus and securing her wrists and ankles with the provided cuffs. “Phew! One down!” He smiled, as much to himself as to anyone else. With the help of another dad, he moved the first meat-girl to the edge of the table, cautioning her teasingly not to roll off. The girls had wanted to cook at the same time so he didn’t want Natasha to be already cooking for as long as it took to get Hannah spitted.

Now he knew what he was doing, however, it did not take long until Hannah was similarly skewered and lay next to her sister on the table like two suckling piglets ready for the rotisserie. It was a shame, their dad reflected, that there was not some kind of double spit system that would have allowed them to be cooked together but at least they were being cooked at the same time!

Both girls were clearly still alive, looking around them and even giggling excitedly around the spits as they were carried over to the mobile roasting pits and locked into position. Once everything was clipped into place, Mr Marshall pushed the buttons that started the motor and caused his two lovely daughters to begin to rotate over the hot coals beneath them. He wondered how long it would be before the garden was filled with the delicious smell of cooking meat?

Now that they had been assured it was safe to approach, the party guests in their cannibal-themed accessories all crowded around the two devices to watch the dinner starting to cook. It was weird and exciting to see their friends as nothing more than food, and to see how delicious they looked. It entered more than one young head to wonder how their own body might look on the spit and how their meat might taste!

Under careful supervision, they all took turns basting the meat the a second coating for the marinade. Everyone seemed to be paying special attention to the twins’ nipples and vulvae, as if worried these very special treats might dry out!

The girls lasted on the spits for almost fifteen minutes before first Hannah then Natasha took her final breath, within a few seconds of each other. Seeing that the twins really were now nothing more than partly-cooked meat and realising that it would still be at least an hour before the food was ready, the interest of most of the children started to wane and they headed back to the pool. Even Megan and Barney joined them, after checking with the host parents that the pool’s filter would be able to handle the paint that washed off them. Only Lucy and Willow remained behind to watch the whole process of cooking, both as naked as the meat girls – more so in a way as they had no marinade to cover their beautiful young bodies.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Lucy whispered to her red-haired friend some time later, when Mr Marshall announced that the meat would soon be ready and that the hungry guests should get out of the pool and dried off, ready to eat.

“I think so.” Willow whispered back with a broad grin. “And I’m game if you are!”

THE END