Pt 22

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!

THE END