Standing in front of the platform, her hands still tied behind her back, Natasha looked at the tray on the little side-table off to the left, in front of the large bowl of softened butter and beside a large, soft towel. There was the mallet she had been shown before, a number of the short spikes that would soon pierce her soft meat, pinning her to the spit, and a tangled of wide elastic and black fabric which puzzled her for a moment, then she realised what it was, looking up in surprise at the three grinning boys who were waiting to prepare and spit her.

“Are those what I think they are?” she asked. By way of reply, the three raised the fronts of their loin-cloths revealing their hard and eager cocks.

“We figured you needed a little more stretching both ends to make the spitting more comfortable!” Rick grinned. “Anyway,” he winked to show he was simply playing along, “pigs don’t talk!” Natasha’s eyes went a little wide but she did not say any more. Michael walked around behind her and untied the rope. Relieved, she let her arms fall to her side and flexed her fingers to get the feeling back. Joe picked up the towel and began to dry her off in a brusque, business-like manner, clearly wanting to get to the fun as quickly as possible.

“What do you think?” Rick asked his colleagues. “Butter first or stretching?”

“Definitely stretching!” Michael laughed, “Remember how mad Margaret was last time when we got that barbecue sauce all over those sailor uniforms?”

“Well that was dark red and the uniforms were white,” Joe remembered with a chuckle, “but good point!” The three boys laughed together. “Come on!” He grinned to the others. “Let’s spit-roast this piggy before we spit-roast her!” Although many of the guests, including the team who had helped with the decoration, were lining up to get a slice or two of her mum, Natasha was attracting quite an audience of her own. While they were looking forward to watching the naked, curvaceous teen impaled on her wooden spit, the prospect of watching her fucked from both ends by the enthusiastic caterers was a thrilling bonus!

“You two go first!” Rick offered generously. “You’ve not had her yet!” With that he pushed Natasha down across the spitting platform than knelt to strap her ankles in place. Next he told her to reach forward, stretching out her arms. When she did as he said, he buckled the thick leather straps around her wrists. From her position, Natasha could see her little sisters in the pot talking to what seemed to be a family – a man, a woman, a boy and two girls, one of whom looked to be about their age and the other a year or two older, closer to her own. She was trying to work out if she recognised them when her view was blocked by Joe who stepped in front of her.

“Hope it tastes better than your dad’s!” He winked at her as he pulled the leopard-print fabric aside, exposing his erection. “Open wide!” Before she know what was happening, the throbbing member was deep in Natasha’s mouth, hitting the back of her throat so that she almost gagged but instead she began to caress the thick cock with her tongue, closing her moist lips around it. She was just beginning to find a rhythm when she felt Michael enter her from behind. As the young man thrust over and over inside her, she could not help wondering how she compared to her sister? The twelve year old’s cunt was bound to be tighter, she thought, but hers was better developed and more welcoming to an adult cock. It was not long before she was using the rhythm of his thrusting behind her and the impact of his thighs against her rump to guide her sucking.

The cock in her mouth twitched and suddenly she felt the hot cum squirt down the back of her throat. She swallowed almost greedily, sucking out the last drops.

“Tap me in?” Rick grinned, holding up his hand. Joe gave him a high-five then pulled his still erect member out of the meat-girl’s mouth. “Here we are again!” Rick chuckled to Natasha as the more familiar erection was pushed into her mouth. This time she wasted no time getting to work with her lips and tongue, noticing as she did so that Michael’s thrusts were coming faster. He must be close to cumming, she thought, not really worrying that she was not there yet since she knew he would be replaced any moment. Despite having been sucked to completion, Joe’s thick cock was showing no signs of deflating as he stood with arms folded, waiting his turn for the other end.

Michael pushed forward one last time, holding the position this time rather than immediately pulling back as he shot his second load of the afternoon into the teen meat-girl’s delicious cunt. No sooner was he done cumming than he was stepping aside to make room for Joe who thrust roughly into her, his friend’s fresh cum serving as lubrication and easing his passage. The crowd cheered the boys on, loving the spectacle of the soon to be roasted teen being used as an apparently very willing fuck toy.

Now Natasha’s own orgasm was starting to build again, the way her breasts were squashed against the platform as Joe held her down with a firm hand on her back only adding to her pleasure. She wondered as she felt the climax building how many of the guests watching were wishing that they could be the ones fucking her, but she was happy it was only the attractive catering boys having their fun with her, unlike her mum who had been taken by more than thirty men and boys before being led to her death.

The grill was filling up now, with many of the hungry guests opting to cut their own meat from the still-living pig. A woman had removed the remainder of the left breast in one piece and the right had been removed in wedges more like a cake. Once her chest was flat, for the first time since she’d been ten years old, it was the thighs and rump that seemed to be in highest demand although pieces were missing from her arms, belly and even one cheek had been cut away and was now cooking on the wire mesh alongside her roughly-amputated body parts.

“Grab a plate!” Hannah told Natasha’s dad. “Your meat is nearly ready!” He did not need telling twice and a minute later was back with a paper plate already set with bread roll and salad. He offered the plate to the topless caterer who placed the thick breast slice in the roll like a burger and the rest of the meat on top of the lettuce. Making sure he was stood where his wife could see, he pierced the grilled nipple with his fork and put it in his mouth, chewing and savouring.

“Wow honey!” he grinned at her. “You’re even tastier than I thought you’d be!”

“Try the cunt!” His wife urged weakly, her ruined body going into shock but happy to see the man she loved enjoying her meat. “You always enjoyed it raw!”

“Quiet, pig!” Hannah prodded her in the ribs with the fork but with a distinctly playful tone in her voice. “No talking!”

“Good idea!” He folded the thick cunt over and pushed his fork all the way through then bit into it hungrily, the juices running down his chin. “Wow!” he exclaimed before taking another bite. “Too bad you only have one of these!” A squeal from the direction of the soup pot caught his attention. “I better go see what’s going on over there.” He sighed. “Looks like you’ll be gone soon.” he looked his wife up and down as more of her tender, delicious flesh was cut away. A big piece of her belly was being taken now, leaving some of her innards spilling out through the resulting hole. “You’d better get that cleared up.” He told Hannah then turned back to his wife. “Enjoy your last few minutes, honey! I’ll be back for some more later!” He popped the rest of the grilled vulva into his mouth, feeling the perky clit with his tongue as he rolled the meat around his mouth, savouring the flavour before chewing. He winked at his near-dead wife and gave a very satisfied nod before wandering off with his plate to see what was going on with his youngest daughters.

At the spitting platform, Joe’s cock was buried deep in Natasha’s cum-filled cunt. The other two boys, having both had a chance to spend their loads in both ends of the meat-girl, stood cheering their friend on, starting a rhythmic clap with the watching guests as their friend worked towards his second orgasm within ten minutes, his thighs slapping repeatedly against Natasha’s delicious rump as he thrust hard and fast. The teen meat-girl felt as if she was floating as the aggressive fucking sustained her own climax, her eyes closed and cum dribbling down her chin. There was pain and soreness of course but they were nothing compared to the pleasure of being fucked so enthusiastically.

Joe held his fists in the air like a prize-fighter, loudly congratulating himself to the amused cheers of the guests as he added his own cum to mixture oozing out around his thick cock. He pulled out and slapped Natasha hard on the ass, bringing her back to her senses.

“That’s your lot, piggy!” he told her. “Time to roast!”