Part 9

Loving the attention, the athletic blonde pretended to be enjoying a nice warm bath, raising each leg out of the liquid in turn and washing herself sensuously all over. The broth was already warmer than it would be when most girls who would come after her got in but that was because there was no stew for her to serve from inside the pot so they needed her to cook a little quicker but she did not mind. Dancing energetically under the hot lights and of course her state of arousal had made her feel so hot already that the almost-scalding broth did not feel too uncomfortable. Feeling entitled to enjoy her final twenty minutes or so and certain that nobody watching would object since they were all there for a show anyway, Jennifer reached between her legs beneath the surface and began to stroke, the intensity of the feeling amplified by heat of the liquid which made her most intimate areas tingle so delightfully.

While this was going on, four assistants had been re-spreading the oil over Rebecca and Samantha’s bodies, evening it out after their dance where not only had they perspired a little under the hot lights but the sensual moves had meant the oil got rubbed and smeared so now needed to be fixed to ensure an even coverage while they cooked.

Although soft and clearly skilled, the hands which now caressed Samantha’s lithe young body felt nowhere near as good as Rebecca and Jennifer’s had in the store cupboard as they oiled each other up. Rebecca in particular had had taken the instruction not to miss any spot very seriously and had slid her two fingers deeper inside Samantha than she had ever dared to venture herself. As the clearly more experience brunette hooked her fingers and massaged her g-spot, her thumb gently rubbing her hard clit, Samantha had tried to image how the thick, sharp spit would feel as it tore its brutally unrelenting way through her body as it followed its path from vagina to mouth. Jennifer, meanwhile, had stood behind Rebecca, reaching around with one hand to grope her breast, enjoying this especially as the somewhat chubby girl was the only one among them to have any to speak of, and massaging her clit with the other while grinding her own pussy against Rebecca’s rump.

“How about a taste test?” Rebecca had then suggested. “After all, we’re the ones getting cooked! Doesn’t seem fair we’re the only ones who don’t get to taste each other!” Jennifer had laid back on the plastic-covered mat and parted her legs, inviting Samantha’s tongue to explore her, pushing on the back of her head to encourage her deeper. As she did so, Rebecca had got down on all fours behind her kneeling friend and buried her face between Samantha’s firm buttocks.

“Looks like my time is up!” Rebecca grinned, snapping Samantha out of her reflections as an assistant beckoned her towards the waiting over tray before from open, glass-sided oven from which the pair could feel the heat even from where they stood. “Fuck that spit as hard as you can!” To Samantha’s surprise, Rebecca grabbed her head and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss, not caring or perhaps even loving the fact that dozens of people were watching their oily young bodies rubbing against each other. Samantha could not help but return the kiss and reached down for a final grope of Rebecca’s meaty rump before they were separated by a sharp cough from one of the assistants and the voluptuous young meat-girl was led over to the oven.

Once in position kneeling on the tray, a piping bag with a long, metal nozzle was inserted deep into her dripping wet cunt, forcing its way through her cervix and into her womb before the assistant began to squeeze, filling her up with delicious stuffing and making her already round belly swell so much she looked five months pregnant. The nozzle was carefully, slowly drawn out, filling up her vaginal passage as it went, eliciting gentle moans and not so gently groans from the meaty eleven year old. Once the bag was all the way out, her hole was sealed with a silver onion. Next, she was encouraged to lean forward, her chin on the bottom of the pan, her rump in the air and her squashed beneath her so that she could finger herself as she cooked then the piping bag was pushed into her tight ass hole.

This well-stuffed opening, however, was sealed not with an onion but with a long, thick carrot forced deep inside her and shoved home so hard it caused severe internal damage. Not that it mattered, of course, to a girl with less than half an hour left to live and the thick, hard vegetable filling up her ass felt heavenly, even if it caused her great pain at the same time – the pain was, for Rebecca at least, all part of the thrill.

As a final touch, a cored, shiny red apple was pushed into Rebecca’s mouth and she was pushed into the glass-sided oven so anyone who desired could witness the orgasms she gave herself as she drew ever closer to oblivion then watch her roast until her smooth, soft olive skin was crispy and golden brown.

“Last but not least!” a curly-haired young woman grinned, putting her hand on Samantha’s shoulder. “Let’s get you spitted and over the coals!”