Pt 20

“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!