The team who emerged from the house, giggling and chatting, were quite a sight in themselves. To describe them as scantily clad would be to put it very mildly indeed. Their costumes were certainly on theme, with both boys and girls alike barefoot, wearing skimpy faux leopard-skin loin-cloths that were extremely narrow at the back, leaving little more than their ass-cracks covered, and were only slightly broader at the front. If they wore any underwear beneath, it could only have been the smallest of thongs. Elasticated bracelets adorned their wrists and ankles, made from resin lions’ teeth around four inches long in alternating directions so they formed a fairly solid band. Tribal necklaces hung around their shoulders with more teeth and other bones, some of which could well have been real, with no other form of top so the girls’ firm young breasts, in varying sizes but all full, round and perky, stood proudly exposed from their bare chests. The only other clothing they wore was a form of head-band of woven colourful chords and more of the teeth and bones.

“Wow, you really go all out, huh?” Natasha’s dad chuckled, sipping his beer as the team came over for a quick inspection and approval from Margaret. She gave them their instructions and four of them took ropes to tie the meat-girls’ hands behind their backs while the other two went to set up the steps next to the pot and to make sure it was ready. Her dad’s friend Dan who he had been to the pub with sidled up and whispered something to him. “Oh yeah!” he chuckled out loud. “Sure thing! Hey!” He turned to Margaret who was checking the ropes on the meat. “Hold off a minute, can you?”

“Is there a problem?” the caterer asked, concerned. The near-naked workers all stopped what they were doing and looked over, as did the four meat-girls. Surely he hadn’t changed his mind, had he? There would certainly be some disappointed party-guests if he had.

“Oh no problem!” He chuckled then gestured towards his bound wife, the young woman next to her now holding her hat and sunglasses. “Just I promised the guys they could have a go on this one before she we eat her. Better to do it now so we don’t delay things later when everyone’s hungry!” His wife’s eyes went a little wide but she did not protest. She was meat, after all, no longer a person.

“Oooh Mum’s gonna get a good fucking!” Maria giggled, drawing her dad’s attention as she and her sisters stood with their hands tied firmly behind their backs and the two boys and one girl who had been tying them stood behind, their hands on their shoulders ready to guide them to the pot.

“Any rule saying a couple of your lads couldn’t see to those two?” he asked.

“None at all!” Margaret smiled. “We’re here to prepare your meat any way you request and if that’s part of the service you require then we’re more than happy to provide it. Josh?” She smiled at one of the handsome, well-toned boys who was stood behind Stephanie. “Michael?” she turned to the boy behind Maria who looked around eighteen or nineteen years old. “Feel up to tenderising these piglets?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” they chorused together, both with broad grins on their faces.

“Wait! Daddy?” Maria exclaimed in alarm. “What the fuck?”

“That’s the general idea!” He chuckled. “I know you two fool around with each other,” he had walked in on them more than once in the last year or so, exploring each other’s developing young bodies either in bed, the bath, the shower or just on the rug in the middle of their bedroom floor, “but I’m pretty sure neither of you have had a cock up you?”

“Well no…” Stephanie replied, “But…”

“Don’t be silly, poppet.” Their mum smiled encouragingly. “You’ll enjoy it I’m sure! It will be nice for you to have the full experience before you cook, won’t it?”

“I guess…?” Maria glanced up at the young man holding her shoulders. There was no denying he was handsome with a nice figure. Being fucked by him would be a lot nicer than one of her dad’s fat, middle-aged friends. “But…”

“No buts.” Her mum replied firmly. “You’re meat. You need to do as you’re told.”

“So do you!” Margaret reminded her. “Jessie, Hannah, make this pig available to the guests. And boys, do as you’ve been instructed. What about this one?” She asked, gesturing towards Natasha as her mother, her hands still tied behind her back, was bent over the small platform where the teen would be spitted before too long. “Want Rick to see to her?”

“Hmm no.” Natasha’s eyes widened as she saw her dad stroke his chin thoughtfully and guessed what he was thinking. “I think I’ll take this one for a test-drive myself!”

“Good luck, honey!” Natasha’s mum called to her cheerfully as Dan enthusiastically entered her from behind, her shoulders held down by the two topless caterers and her juicy boobs squashed against the wooden surface while her husband’s friend’s thighs slapped noisily against her luscious backside.

“Quiet, pig!” the girl who was apparently named Hannah gave her a firm slap between the shoulders, eliciting a giggle rather than any contrition, quickly followed by moans as Dan’s fairly small but enthusiastic member did its work.

“Daddy, I…” Natasha began, half horrified and half thrilled by what was about to happen but he put his finger to her lips, instructing her to be quiet. She expected him to turn her around and bend her over like the catering boys had done to her sisters. She could see Stephanie out of the corner of her eye now, Josh holding her her by the hips, a black jockstrap pulled down around his knees. From what she could see, the young man was pretty well-endowed but even the smallest adult dick would have been huge in her sister’s virgin, pre-teen cunt and she was not surprised to see tears rolling down her cheeks despite her squeals, gasps and moans implying that the experience was not all bad. Morbidly curious, she turned her head for a better look and saw Maria kneeling in front of Michael, his hard cock in her mouth, presumably warming him up to roughly deflower her.

“He’s got the right idea!” her dad chuckled, pushing the top of Natasha’s head. Realising what he wanted, the naked teen obediently sank to her knees, feeling a little unsteady with her hands tied behind her back, leaving her dad’s crotch at eye-level as he unzipped and dropped his trousers and underpants. The cock he presented to his soon-to-be-cooked daughter was not quite hard but at least somewhat engorged. “Open wide, piggy!” he ordered. Closing her eyes and bracing herself, Natasha did as she was told. When she felt the warm organ in her mouth, she closed her lips around it and began to bob back and forwards, sucking and trying to ignore the taste. “Use your tongue!” her dad ordered as he grew fully erect in her mouth.

Perhaps, Natasha thought, if she could get him to cum in her mouth, gross as that would be, he might be satisfied and not fuck her? One of the boys from the catering team was still available, busying himself lighting the charcoal both in the grill where her mum’s meat would cook and the pit under the spit that she would roast on herself. Why did her sisters get those good-looking young men while she was made her dad’s fuck-toy? Mind you, she thought, it could be worse! Dan had finished inside her mum and now her dad’s other friend Matt was readying himself for a turn, high-fiving Dan as he took his place like wrestling tag-team partners tagging each other in. She redoubled her efforts, moving her mouth up and down the shaft faster now, licking the tip with her tongue in an attempt to get her dad to shoot his load so that he might let the rather bored and disappointed-looking but far more attractive boy take over for what she was embarrassed to realise would be her first and last ever fuck, if she didn’t count the spit.

Her efforts were in vain as, much as he seemed to be enjoying himself, her dad suddenly pushed on her forehead, at the same time pulling his hip back.

“Not so fast!” he chided, sounding amused rather than annoyed but implying he had guessed her plan. “I didn’t spend nearly fifteen years raising you not to have my fun before you cook!” She opened her eyes now and looked up at him as he reached down to help her up onto her feet with a hand under her arm. “When did you get so grown-up?” he chuckled affectionately, looking her young but quite womanly body up and down. “These are going to be quite the treat!” He grabbed her boobs, handling them roughly while his rock-hard cock bobbed around, smearing saliva and pre-cum on her belly. “Right!” He declared, putting his hands on her shoulders and turning her around. “Let’s see if you’re as good a fuck as your mum!”

Natasha yelped as he pushed her forward then grabbed hold of her hair with one hand and the rope around her wrists with the other. Now that her head was no longer occupied she was able to turn and saw Marie getting fucked hard by Michael while Josh was having Stephanie clean his dick with her tongue, on her knees and with her hair twisted around his fingers as he guided her head.

The teen took a deep breath trying to prepare herself as she felt her dad’s erection prodding around the entrance to her cunt, a little ashamed of how wet it clearly was, wondering whether her excitement was about the prospect of her imminent cooking or of being fucked for the first time, even if it was by her dad. The hard rod finally found its goal and slid inside her, stretching out her virgin passage but nowhere near as much as the spit was going to. She gave a sharp scream as her cherry was violently popped and received a hard smack on her meaty ass for her trouble.

If she had been embarrassed about how excited her body seemed to be in anticipation of this rough violation, she felt even more so when she realised how much she was enjoying it! Having a cock sliding in and out of her tight teen cunt felt amazing and she wondered if the spit was going to feel just as good, or perhaps even better? She was yelping and screaming now but not from the pain, although there was still some. Much to her further chagrin, more guests had started to arrive and, since the boys seemed to be done with the twins, the dozens of family and friends who had come to enjoy the meat gathered around with drinks to watch the show, cheering her dad on as he pulled her hair harder and thrust ever more roughly.

Without warning, as just as she felt herself on the edge of climax, Natasha’s dad came, unloading his balls inside her, then let go of her hair and ropes. With her knees weak from the fucking, she fell to the ground, much to the amusement of the spectators, unable to use her hands to break her fall but having the presence of mind to turn her head to the side so she wouldn’t break her nose as she hit the ground. It felt as if there was a fire between her legs, she had been so close to orgasm and, much as she had not wanted to be fucked by her dad, his stopping when he did felt a hundred times worse.

“Please!” she begged in aroused and tearful frustration. “Don’t stop!”

“Sorry, honey!” her dad chuckled, hitching up his trousers. “I’m done!” He looked down at his naked, sobbing daughter and felt a pang of fatherly sympathy. Exciting as it was to treat her as nothing more than livestock or property, she was still his little girl and he wanted her last day to be a good one for her. “Hey, mate?” he called to the one boy who had not been assigned a twin to fuck. “Think you can finish this one off for me? If you don’t mind leftovers, that is?” he added, causing ripples of laughter among his friends.

“Yes, sir!” the boy replied gratefully with a broad grin, setting down the poker with which he’d been tending the coals and walking over to the ridiculously horny meat-girl. “I’m Rick.” He smiled at her kindly as he squatted down to help her up off the ground. “Your knees week, huh?” he chuckled but not meanly. She nodded. “No problem!” He smiled again. “Just get on your knees.” Natasha managed to do as she said, feeling a little awkward as she rested her chin on the ground and shoved her ass in the air but desperate to finish what her dad had started. Rick quickly pulled his jock-strap down past his knees and knelt behind her, lifting his loin-cloth to allow his already rock-hard cock assess to her bloody but pleading pussy.

Rather than pulling on her hair, the enthusiastic boy reached forward and fondled her lovely teen boobs as he entered her from behind then pinched her pink nipples between finger and thumb. It only took three thrusts from his throbbing manhood before the meat-girl was cumming powerfully, waves of pleasure washing through her body, the hormones flooding her meat sure to make it extra delicious. Of course he did not stop when she was done, wanting to get his own climax since he had been given this unexpected treat but Natasha did not mind at all and was certainly not complaining as her own orgasm just seemed to keep going as long as the cock of the boy not too many years her senior was inside her.

The onlookers were clearly enjoying this encore performance and cheered the boy on even more heartily than they had cheered for their friend. Spontaneously, one person began to clap out a rhythm and very quickly, everyone had joined in with Rick thrusting in time to their claps. All good things must come to an end, however, and soon she felt a second load of hot, thick cum joining her dad’s inside her, accompanied by wild cheers and applause from the audience which now included her dad, a fresh beer in his hand. Rick pulled out of her and adjusted his meagre clothing before politely helping her to her feet.

“We’ve been doing this to each other!” Stephanie giggled. Natasha stretched out her own feet under the water, pushing one between the legs of each twin while Stephanie raised the toes of one foot up out the water to tease her big sister’s nipple. Soon all three were pleasuring each other to a heavenly euphoria, their heads resting on the rim of the pot and their eyes closed. None of them had any idea how much time passed as the water continued to heat up around them but they were jolted out of their erotic trance by a cheerful voice.
“Feel better?” he asked quietly so only she could hear. She nodded and smiled a little weakly, waiting for her head to stop spinning and her knees to start working again, grateful that the polite, handsome young man was holding her so supportively.

“Are you finished with this pig?” Margaret asked Natasha’s dad.

“Yup, all good!” he winked at his daughter and raised his beer to her in a discrete toast. “Get her in the pot until it’s time to start roasting her.”

“What about this one?” the caterer asked, indicating Natasha’s mum who was still bent over the spitting platform, flushed and panting heavily while Matt stood close behind her, laughing with some other friends as he buckled up the belt of his jeans. The host looked around at the rest of his guests, two thirds of them were men and many had previously expressed admiration for his gorgeous wife.

“Nah!” he grinned. “Leave her out for a bit in case anyone else wants a go!”

“Very well!” Margaret nodded. “Rick, get that pig in the pot please then come back and help with the drinks. Hannah was still standing guard next to Natasha’s mum but no longer holding her down. Jessie, however, had joined Claire and the other boys in carrying around trays of drinks to welcome the new guests.

“You know,” Claire whispered to Jessie as she passed close by her, “I don’t think a single person has looked at my face so far!”

“Do you blame them?” Jessie giggled, looking down at her friend’s big, bouncy boobs. Claire giggled too and walked on to refresh her drinks tray.

Natasha arrived at the pot, supported by the young man she had already started considering a friend, despite that fact that he would have a very active role in killing her very soon, to find her little sisters already sat in the water, giggling and chatting. The stopped when they saw her and grinned.

“Come on in!” Stephanie giggled. “The water’s lovely!” Rick helped the teen up the steps, supporting her elbow as she swung first one leg then the other over the side of the pot which, she found, had a little lip about three quarters of the way down which her sisters were sitting on but which also served as a handy step to help her get in. Jack continued to support her as she stepped down to the bottom of the pot then sat down opposite the twins.

“I’ll be back to check on you ladies in a few minutes!” Rick smiled, ignoring the protocol to talk to treat them like nothing but meat and addressing them more like a waiter at a restaurant as if they were diners rather than the food!

As she settled into the very warm water, Natasha was pleased to find that, along with the meat, some aromatic herbs had been added to the pot, making it feel even more like beauty treatment at a fancy spa. The water felt soothing for her sore and bettered pussy and she was sure it was doing the same for her sisters.

“So, at least we’re not dying virgins!” she remarked, wanting to make the best of the situation and join in with the twins’ upbeat and giggly conversation. “How were your guys?”

“Big!” Maria puffed out her cheeks and exhaled slowly. “I thought I was gonna get torn in half!”

“Pretty good once you got used to it ‘though, huh?” Stephanie giggled, recalling her own rather brutal deflowering quite happily. “So how was Daddy’s wrinkly old man willy?” she giggled again, sticking out her tongue at her big sister.

“I guess it was okay.” Natasha blushed but then giggled and leaned forward conspiratorially, “But Rick’s was way better!” All three girls giggled together cheekily. It felt more like they were in a hot tub on camp or at a slumber party rather than cooking together, naked in front of assorted friends, family, acquaintances and strangers.

“Eww! Speaking of old man willies…” Maria exclaimed, pulling a face and looking over Natasha’s shoulder. The teen turned to see what she was looking at, enjoying the feeling of the rising steam flowing over her extremely sensitive nipples.

A man she didn’t know but looked to be around the same age as her dad was fucking her mum and apparently having the time of his life but it was not him that Maria had noticed. Once their dad had announced that his wife was for free use if anyone wanted to take a turn, a queue of horny men and even a few women had quickly formed. There was even a mum in line with her two sons who looked to be around nine and eleven, apparently wanting to help them take advantage of this opportunity. But directly behind the current occupant of their mum’s dripping cunt was a small, grey-haired man with thick spectacles who had to be at least seventy five years old. His slacks were already down by his ankles, his plaid socks pulled half way up his shins. The front of his blue and white striped boxer shorts was unbuttoned he had his wrinkly member in his hand, tugging on it try to get it hard before his turn.

“Wow!” Natasha giggled. “Sucks to be Mum, right?” She looked at the man attempting to stroke some life into his elderly cock. “Wonder when he last fucked anyone?”

“I think we got off pretty lightly!” Stephanie giggled. “Although, don’t you find knowing that we’re cooking and everyone can look at our naked bodies a real turn on?”

“Can’t deny it.” Natasha sighed. “Too bad our hands are tied! I could really… you know!” she blushed.

“They didn’t tie our feet!” Maria reminded her with a cheeky grin.

“So?” Natasha looked puzzled. “I can’t bend my leg far enough to...ohhhh!” She gasped in pleasure as her little sister’s big toe began to stroke her clit, the soreness from her fucking now just adding to the pleasure.

“We’ve been doing this to each other while we waited for you!” explained Maria, grinning broadly as she wiggled her toes in and against the teen’s freshly-fucked pussy.

Natasha stretched out her own legs and pushed one foot between the legs of each twin while Stephanie lifted the toes of one foot out of the water to tease her big-sister’s nipple. All three lost track of time as they sat pleasuring each other, the water heating up around them, with their heads resting on the rim of the pot and their eyes closed, floating on a wave of sexual euphoria. A cheerful voice snapped them out of their erotic trance.

“This looks fun!” Their mum giggled, standing by the pot attended by two of the scantily-clad young men, the cum of dozens of men oozing down her leg from her well-used cunt. “Room for a little one?”

“Sure!” Natasha grinned as the three girls shifted round to make room. “Come on in!” The men helped the voluptuous woman up the steps and into the pot. She sighed contentedly as she settled into the hot, fragrant water. Now the pot was very full indeed, the water reaching the rim and spilling over the edge. On her mum’s right, Natasha felt her boobs squash against her mum’s bigger ones. It was a lovely feeling and, as they began to teach the newcomer how to join in their toe-based pleasuring, she found herself wishing that they were all going to cook together in the pot but soon Claire came by, struggling with a huge bowl of chopped vegetables.

“Sorry to break up this party.” She looked genuinely apologetic. “But we need to add the rest of the ingredients so its time to take out the extra meat.”

“Time to get you spitted!” Rick smiled to Natasha, appearing beside his big-boobed colleague. “And people are looking forward to the grill!” Natasha’s mum turned to look over to the frame where many of the guests had already started to form a line ready to pick their cut of her. She gulped a little nervously but felt more excited as Rick and one of the other boys helped her out of the pot, closely followed by her teen daughter. Their hands still tied behind their backs, the two older meat-girls allowed themselves to be led to their respective preparation areas, walking demurely and entirely accepting of their fates. Both felt relaxed and contented from what what had basically been a lovely long hot bath and, of course, all the mutual toe-fucking!

“Stand up for me, piggies!” Claire instructed and the twelve year old twins did as they were told, standing close together in the middle of the pot. The near-naked caterer rested the bowl on the edge of the pot and poured its contents in. As well as the chopped vegetables there was a lot of dark red powder. “Red wine stock.” Claire explained cheerfully, seeing the questioning look on the meat-girls’ faces. “It will thicken the soup and add to the flavour!” Already the water was turning blood-red and smelling even more delicious than before. Claire set down the bowl. “I have permission to untie you now.” She explained. “You probably won’t last much longer but you can have the use of your hands back for your last half hour or so if you want?”

“Ooh yes please!” Maria turned her back to the caterer and held her hands out to be released. Stephanie quickly did the same and stood shaking out her hands to get the circulation back after they’d been tied for so long.

“Okay!” Claire grinned, coiling up the ropes around her hand. “You can sit down again now and have fun. Try to keep your arms and legs moving as it helps to mix the ingredients. Laura and I will be standing by to keep and eye.” she smiled, introducing another girl from the team who, up until that point had been working handing out appetisers to the guests.

Approaching the spitting platform where her mum had been laid out for anyone who wanted to make use of her cunt, Natasha was pleased to see two boys waiting to assist with her spitting, as well as Rick who was escorting her. There was Michael who had enjoyed her sister before she went in the pot and Joe who was taking a break from manning the bar.

(That’s all for tonight! Spitting and live butchering next time)