“Got it!” Hannah returned, grinning broadly and brandishing a small feminine shaver in her left hand. “Time to mow that lawn!” Craig stepped aside and gestured towards Chloe’s cunt as if he was showing off a prize on a game show. Hannah gave him little curtsey with a cheeky smile then kneeled down to get to work. If Chloe had been embarrassed before, being displayed naked in front of everyone, it was nothing to how she felt being sheered like a sheep while everyone watched, many of them laughing. She knew she didn’t have long to live but at that moment that seemed like a blessing. Being slaughtered could only hurt so much and then her ordeal would be over. At least, she thought, this had to be as bad as it was going to get.

“There we go!” Hannah stood up triumphantly. “All smooth and ready to eat!” She kissed the tips of her fingers and touched them to the freshly-shaved vulva as Chloe blushed deeply, trying not to make eye-contact with any of the watching guests.

“Got you a trolley!” Joe smiled, pushing over a long metal trolley, one of the few pieces of equipment that did not match the jungle theme. Together with Craig he helped to untie the bloody remains of Natasha’s mum from the frame and lift it onto the trolley. “What are we doing with this one?” He looked over at the host, referring to the bound teen.

“Slaughtering her in due course.” Margaret explained from behind him. “But what about in the mean-time?” She asked the host who was clearly still very much enjoying his grill-master duties. “She’s your property.”

“Stick her in the frame for free use!” He grinned. “Let these folk build up a bit of an appetite!”

“What?!” Chloe exclaimed. “No! You didn’t make Natasha do that!”

“Yeah well she’s my daughter and you’re…” he chuckled, “Well, you’re just meat!”

“What about Vanessa?” the panicked teen demanded. “I’m sure that little slut wouldn’t mind taking all the cocks in town!”

“And break up that happy little party?” he laughed, pointing with his beer bottle over to the pot where the three preteens were enthusiastically wrapped around each other, kissing each other in turn with their fingers clearly deep in each others’ slowly boiling cunts. “Not that I’m saying she wouldn’t make a great cum-dumpster!” he added with a chuckle. “But no, she’s busy so it’s down to you.”

“Can’t you just fuck me?” she pleaded, not really keen on the idea, having avoided her own dad’s advances for several years, but preferring it to being made available to the whole party.

“Sorry honey,” he chuckled, “but I’m all done, for a good few hours anyway! Anyway,” he chuckled, “I thought meat wasn’t supposed to talk!”

“That’s right!” Craig slapped Chloe on the ass. “That’s enough out of you, piggy!” He knelt down to until her feet, giving her newly-hairless cunt a teasing lick on the way back up, while Hannah untied her hands. Once the ropes were released, they moved her into position in the frame which had been vacated by the bloody, half-stripped carcass. At only thirteen, despite being well-developed for her age, she was a fair but shorter than the frame’s previous occupant and the ropes pulled uncomfortably on her arms.

“You heard the man!” Craig grinned to the keen-looking crowd. “Have at it! No cutting yet, ‘though, we’re going to butcher her. But first we need to strip the rest of the meat off this pig! Enjoy!” He pushed the trolley towards one of the fibreglass mud-huts, accompanied by Joe, while Hannah took the tools from the host and took charge of the grill once again. First to take advantage of the opportunity were two of the host’s work colleagues, laughing somewhat drunkenly together as one took the tight-cunted teen from from the front, forcing his tongue into her protesting mouth, while his friend shoved his throbbing cock up her ass.

“Excuse me?” A woman accompanied by a nine or ten year old boy asked Hannah. “Do you maybe have a box or step-stool or something my son could borrow? He had his first time with the lady earlier and he’s keen to try again but the way you’ve got her tied up, he can’t reach.”

“I’m sure we can sort something out!” Hannah grinned while serving a thick slice of grilled thigh meat onto an offered plate. “Go join the queue and I’ll get one found for you.”

“What have you got there?” Stephanie asked, breaking off her kiss with her sister, pleasuring Vanessa with her fingers and thumb while Maria fingered her and Vanessa sucked on Maria’s nipple as her fingers went to town between her legs. Laura was carrying the same bowl that had earlier held the vegetables and stock.

“Your mum!” She grinned cheekily, resting the bowl on the rim of the pot and tipping it so that the bloody bones, offal and meat-scraps splashed noisily into the soup.

“Wow!” Maria giggled. “She certainly lost weight!”

“Just a bit of extra flavour.” the caterer smiled, taking the large wooden staff and stirring the new ingredients in between the giggling, horny young meat-girls.

“Are you going to chop us up?” Vanessa asked curiously, leaning down to fish out a leg-bone, nicked and scratched from where the meat had been sliced off, all apart from a few ragged scraps. “Or do we just sort of break apart if we boil for long enough?”

“Boiling does help loosen your meat from your bones,” Laura explained casually, “but once you pass out we’ll cut you up into biggish pieces, then about half an hour later we’ll cut the meat into small chunks so it’s easier to eat. That answer your question?” she smiled and Vanessa nodded happily.

“What about our heads?” asked Stephanie, twisting her long black hair around her hand. “Do those go in the soup too?”

“They can,” Laura shrugged, “but I think your dad wants them put on display. Kinda goes with the cannibal village theme after all!” All three girls grinned happily at this idea.

“Everyone says Vanessa gives great head!” Maria laughed. “Now she can prove it!” All four giggled at this. “So when are you going to chop us up?”

“When you pass out,” the caterer repeated. “Shouldn’t be long.”

“If you’re impatient,” Jessie suggested, “you can always try drowning each other!”

The rest of the stripped meat, divided into steaks and chops, was put on the grill. The young boy had managed to shove his little cock up inside Chloe with the help of the little plastic stool Hannah had found for him, assisted by his mum and encouraged by all the onlookers. Most of the men had followed the first pair’s example and opted to buddy up and take her from front and back at the same time, often swapping half way through. Chloe had long since given up crying and just hung there stoically as the many hungry and horny guests took their pleasure, blood tricking down her legs from her roughly-violated pussy and torn ass-hole.

She could not deny that there was some pleasure too, mixed with the pain, but really she just wanted it all to be over. Mercifully, as she saw the meat of her predecessor being laid out on the grill, she realised the end must be in sight.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Margaret clapped her hands briskly. “Time to slaughter this pig!” Hannah and Craig came forward with buckets and sponges to clean the blood, cum, sweat, tears and assorted other fluids and mess from Chloe’s well-used body then untied her. She flopped over Craig’s shoulder, hugging him and sobbing despite knowing that he was about it kill her.

“Don’t worry.” He stroked her hair soothingly, “We’ll make it quick!” Ropes were tied around her ankles now and she was carefully hoisted up, Craig guiding her until she was clear of the ground and able to swing freely, her hair and arms hanging down as she was suspended upside down. “You want to do the honours or shall I?” he smiled to his colleague.

“You go ahead!” Hannah grinned. “I know you enjoy it”

With everyone looking on and cheering their encouragement, many of the men with freshly-wetted cocks and emptied balls tucked in their underpants, Craig knelt down and took Chloe’s blonde hair in one hand, holding a large sharp knife in the other.

“Here we go!” He smiled at her then winked cheekily. “Make a wish!” With that, he pulled her head back by the hair, exposing her throat then cut deeply causing the blood to gush forth like a fountain. When it slowed to a trickle, he released the hair then stood up and plunged the knife into her belly just above her public mound and sliced all the way to her chest. The teen’s guts spilled out messily and landed with multiple splats on the ground. “More for the soup!” he chuckled, cutting them loose to be gathered up. “There we go!” he announced, “One expertly-butchered young piggy! Now,” he grinned, taking on of the cute teen boobies in his hand, “who’s for a nice, juicy tit?”