“So what’s going on over here?” Natasha’s dad chuckled as he approached the pot where the distinctly red-faced twins were cooking. The gloopy red liquid around them was bubbling and steaming but they still seemed to be alive and awake with their wits about them, watched over by the two caterers and chatting to a family he suddenly recognised. “Oh, hello!” He smiled at the lady who stood holding her young son’s hand in one of hers while stroking her heavily pregnant belly with the other. “Glad you could make it!” He knew her from work where she was part of the HR team. It had been she, in fact, who processed the paper-work for his promotion but, with her baby due in a little over two weeks, she was now on maternity leave. When he had signed her card that got passed around the office he’d made sure to leave a comment about looking forward to seeing her at the party so she’d know she was still welcome. “These your kids?” He smiled then took another bite of his wife’s delicious meat.

“Yes!” She smiled. “This is Todd.” she raised her son’s hand clasped in her own and he waved with his free one. If he’d had to guess, the host would have said the boy was about six or seven years old. “Vanessa,” the younger daughter turned away from her conversation with the cooking twins and smiled politely, “and Chloe.” The young teen gave a slightly awkward smile and wave then returned her attention to her phone. Both girls were tall and slender with long, straight, golden-blonde hair, what an old-fashioned person might describe as “classic beauties”. “Todd turns seven next month,” she continued, “Vanessa’s twelve and Chloe turned fourteen last month.”

“I see!” he smiled. “Lovely to meet you all. I see you’ve met my twins?” He gestured towards the girls in the pot. “Maria and Stephanie. They’re the same age as your Vanessa. Natasha, my eldest, is about to be put on to roast so she’ll be a while but if you’re hungry there’s plenty of my wife left!” He tilted the plate towards his colleague by way of demonstration. “I can assure you she’s good!”

“I don’t doubt it!” The pregnant woman chuckled. “My husband wanted to be here but his dad had a fall last night so he’s gone to see him. He sends his apologies.”

“Nothing to apologise for!” The host smiled genially. “These things happen. So what was that shriek I heard just now?” He turned to his boiling daughters. They, along with Vanessa, giggled then Maria answered.

“We just got excited!” she explained. “Vanessa’s in our class at school, we didn’t know she’d be here!”

“Well I’m happy that worked out.” Their dad smiled.

“That’s not all, Daddy!” Stephanie jumped in quickly. “Vanessa had a cool idea but they said you had to decide if it was okay or not.” She gestured towards the two near-naked caterers. “They were just about to come and find you!”

“Oh?” He was puzzled now. “What idea was that?”

“You’d better ask him!” The woman put her hand on Vanessa’s shoulder and encouraged her forward.

“Well…” The polite, well-spoken girl blushed a little, “I was going to be surrendered next week to make room for the baby.” This did not entirely surprise him, he was well aware that many families on lower and middle incomes tended to practice a one-in, one-out policy once they’d reached their desired number of children.

Surrendering was a hassle-free way of disposing of unwanted girls or women. They could be dropped at any number of local collection points, often in the lobby of supermarkets or in shopping malls, and family would receive a set fee, much lower than the price a good-quality girl could fetch from a butcher or in private auction but it was quick and easy and a guaranteed price. From there, the girls would be collected and taken to one of the regional hubs for grading then put up for sale in the weekly livestock markets. The top quality girls would generally be bought by restaurants or catering companies like the one he had hired. At the lower end, some girls could expect to find themselves bought by burger chains and other fast-food manufacturers. Most would generally end up in cuts either in a butcher’s window or in shrink-wrapped packages on supermarket shelves. Any women or girls left unsold at the close of business would be donated to local homeless and animal shelters.

“But,” continued Vanessa, “when I saw my friends in the pot I thought it might be a lot more fun to cook with them?” She looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “Mummy says it’s okay if you don’t mind paying her the same as she’d have got from the government for me?”

“Please, Daddy!” Maria wheedled.

“Let her get in with us!” urged Stephanie.

“Please?” Repeated Vanessa. “I’ll suck you if you like? My Daddy says I’m really good!”

“She does know what she’s doing for sure!” Her mum chuckled warmly. “What do you say?”

“Well there’s lots of people here,” he grinned. “And I’ve never heard anyone complain about too much food at a party! Sure!” He chuckled. “Let’s add her to the pot! But I will be taking you up on that offer first, I think!” He smiled down at the delighted blonde pre-teen. It had been over an hour since he took his teen daughter’s cherry and, while he didn’t have the stamina of the young men on the catering team, he was pretty sure he was good to go again!

“Go on, dear!” The pregnant women urged as the three pre-teens squealed in excitement. “Show him the meat!” Vanessa did not need telling twice. She was wearing a pretty Summer dress, mostly white but with a subtle yellow flower pattern. She quickly hitched it up, bunching it in her hands, then lifting it over her head revealing well-toned legs and a flat stomach. “She’s a ballet dancer.” Her mum explained proudly, taking the dress from her daughter. “She’s in very good shape!”

“So I see!” the host chuckled. Unlike the twins, Vanessa had no breasts to speak of but her tan nipples were firm and proud, standing out from the honey-coloured skin of her toned, otherwise flat chest. Next she wriggled out of her white cotton panties with the little pink bow on the waist-band, revealing a smooth but meaty pussy. She turned around to steady herself on the rim of the pot while she raised a foot to pull them off displaying a firm and incredibly pert and spankable rump. Honestly, he thought, he’d rather have seen her on the spit but that would not be vacant for a long time and the twins were so excited about having their friend join them in the pot.

“Don’t forget your shoes and sock, dear!” Vanessa’s mum reminded her as the girl cheerfully presented herself for inspection.

“Oh yeah!” She giggled, kneeling down to untie her white shoes and pull off the cute cotton ankle-socks she wore underneath. “Bet these wouldn’t taste so good!”

“Dunno,” Maria teased from inside the pot. “Extra cheese?” Vanessa stuck her tongue out at her.

“Can I just get in?” she asked.

“Well we probably need to do a form or something.” the host pointed out. “And anyway, there’s the small matter of my payment first?”

“Your payment?” Vanessa frowned for a moment, puzzled, then blushed and broke into giggles. “Oh yeah!” She grinned, kneeling down in front of him and unzipping his trousers before tugging at his belt.

“Can you go find Margaret?” He called to Claire who was stood by the pot, reminding the girls every so often to mix the soup with their arms and legs while they still could. “Tell her what’s going on?” The young woman went off happily in search of her boss, her perky tits bouncing as she walked.

“Why don’t you go play?” Vanessa’s mum patted her son on the shoulders and he happily ran off in search of playmates, of which he was sure to find a few among the families who had been invited. Chloe, her mum noticed, had her phone pointing at her naked, kneeling sister, clearly filming her last blow-job and smirking to herself as she did so.

Watching the lithe young dancer undress had been more than enough to get the host in the mood and the touch of her soft fingers as she grasped his shaft was more than enough to finish the job of getting him rock hard. Her lips were full and pouty and felt so good as they closed around his erect member. She was clearly very experienced and quickly put her tongue to good use as she bobbed her head up and down, sliding her moist lips along his full length, taking him all the way in so that her pretty nose was buried in his pubes.

Claire quickly arrived back, accompanied by Margaret and her clip-board. After a quick chuckle at the sight that greeted her, Margaret turned to Vanessa’s mum and talked her quickly through the forms. The pregnant woman hesitated before signing.

“Something wrong?” the host asked, his hand on the back of Vanessa’s head as he relished the unexpected treat.

“No I was just wondering…” she smiled. “If we do a deal, like buy one get one half price or something, could you make use of this one too?” She tilted her head towards Chloe.

“Mum?” Chloe looked horrified, her phone forgotten as she turned to look open-mouthed at her mum. “What the fuck?”

“Now young lady,” her mother chided, “there’s no need for that language!”

“You said I didn’t have to get snuffed!” Chloe reminded her. “Because Vanessa volunteered! You said, remember?” She urged, pleadingly.

“I know that’s what we talked about,” her mum replied carefully but firmly, “but I’ve changed my mind.” Margaret, having been in situations like this before, gave a discrete nod to Laura and Claire who quietly moved closer to the young teen, ready to grab hold of her if the sale was agreed so she couldn’t run. “So?” She turned to her colleague once more, “Do you want her?”

“Sure!” He grinned a little wolfishly. “Plenty more room on the grill!”

“Mum? Please?” Chloe made one final plea but her mother’s mind remained unchanged.

“No don’t be silly, dear.” She told her firmly. “Let’s not have a scene in front of these nice people. Take your clothes off, there’s a good girl.” Knowing it was pointless to argue more but grumbling and swearing under her breath, the teen began to strip off.

“Hey,” she turned to Laura with a half-smile. “Do you mind filming the rest of this and sticking it on my Insta? Might as well get those hits, huh?” The caterer who was not so very many years older than the reluctant meat-girl took the phone, still recording, and promised that she’d get a good record of Chloe’s last minutes.

Margaret was making the necessary changes to the form to include the second daughter while Vanessa was in the final seconds of her last, but certainly not first blow-job. The host grabbed her head and pulled it into him as she proudly deep-throated then there came the tell-tale twitch and she felt the hot cum shoot down her throat.

Chloe slipped off her white denim jacket and dropped it on the ground, rather than carefully handing over her clothes as Vanessa had done. If these people were going to kill and eat her then they could at least pick up after her too! Next came her black leggings, then her baggy crop-top. She was far from plump but a little pudgier than her sister with a pleasingly meaty softness to her figure. She was quite well-developed for her age, with broad, womanly hips atop shapely legs and a very respectable pair of boobies housed in a red push-up bra.

“Need a hand?” Claire asked, not unkindly, as the teen stood in her underwear fiddling with her bra.

“Nah, I think I got it.” She replied as she managed to unhook it around the back then slip it off her shoulders revealing the perky teen breasts that were the approximate size and shape of apples and likely to be just as juicy and delicious. Finally she tugged down her underwear, revealing a plump vulva with a neatly-trimmed thatch of light brown hair above it.

“We’ll need to do something about that.” Margaret observed, taking the clipboard back from the pregnant woman as Vanessa finished sucking the last drops of cum from the rapidly-wiling cock and stood up, wiping her mouth with a proud and satisfied look on her face.

“Can I get in the pot now?” She asked with a giggle.

“Sure!” the host chuckled, zipping up his trousers. “Have fun!” Although they were starting to feel a little weak from sitting in the boiling soup which was slowly cooking them, the twins managed to stand up to help their friend into the pot, holding her hands as she swung one shapely leg at a time over the rim and into the bubbling liquid, gasping a little as the heat hit her. There was something incredibly sexy, he thought, about the way his young daughters looked, stood naked in the cauldron with the glistening soup slowly tricking from their slim, adolescent bodies. With Vanessa joining them, the trio looked for a moment like those Greek statues of the Three Graces, but soon all three were sat down, their nipples just above the water-line, giggling and chatting happily.

Over at the spitting platform, it was finally time to impale Natasha. After her impromptu gang-bang she had experienced a few minutes respite while she stood, a little unsteadily, as the three boys liberally rubbed the warm, soft butter over every inch of her delicious teen body. Even ‘though she knew it was simply to help her cook more evenly without her skin cracking, it felt like a pleasant and relaxing massage. Rick had been sure the slide his butter-covered fingers deep into her sore and cum-filled young cunt which had provided some welcome, soothing relief. But now she was back over the platform, strapped into place once more, and the tip of the wooden spit was being inserted into her embarrassingly eager pussy.