(Turned into a bit of a marathon but it's finished - hope you like it! I have a few more story ideas and am open to suggestions.)

“Guess we’d better check on the spit-roast!” Amy chuckled to Rachel who had been taking a turn manning, or rather womanning, the bar, fending off with good humour the various requests to see her and her luscious tits added to the menu. “See if Rick’s arms have fallen off yet?”

“it is a pretty good workout!” Rachel laughed, checking that Joe was okay to take over serving the drinks before the two young women made their way over to the roasting pit.

“Wow she’s looking good!” grinned Amy. “What do you think?” She turned to Rick who stopped turning the meat for a moment and took a deep breath. “Is she done yet?”

“Well she checked out about forty minutes ago,” he pushed his hair out of his sweaty face, the muscles in his arms and chest stinging a little from the constant cranking. “But she was cumming right up to the end!”

“Ooh good!” Rachel grinned. “That means she’ll be extra delicious!”

“Stick a fork in her,” he suggested, “see if she’s done!” Rachel picked up the two-pronged barbecue fork that was waiting to be used for carving the meat and pushed it into Natasha’s shapely, golden-brown rump. There was a very satisfying popping sound as the prongs pierced the crispy skin and the juices ran out clear, hissing as they hit the coals below.

“I’d say she’s done!” The near-naked young woman grinned. “Let’s get her on the carving table!”

In the soup pot, Maria was laying with her head back and her arms resting on the side of the pot. He face was red, her eyes closed and steam was rising from her mouth. Vanessa looked a little sleepily at her friend’s chest, her little titties pointing up proudly towards the sky. It was not moving at all.

“Looks like she’s gone!” She called weakly to Laura. “You can chop her up now!”

“Easier to do all three of you together.” Laura smiled. “I can wait, or finish you off now?”

“Like, push us under?” Stephanie asked.

“Yeah, or just cut your heads off!” the caterer replied with a chuckle.

“Actually…” Vanessa bit her lip a little. “Do you think you could… you know?”

“What?” Laura frowned, puzzled as to what the young meat-girl might mean. “You got another way?”

“Just thinking…” She took a deep, slightly difficult breath. She had very little feeling over most of her body now, the searing soup she sat in having killed off nearly all her nerve-endings in her skin but she could still feel the burning deep in her muscles. Being cut into, she was sure, would hurt at least a little bit. She knew her body was pretty much destroyed, mostly cooked already, and that she was, in every practical sense, already dead. She just hadn’t lost consciousness yet. “Can you chop me up here? By the side of the pot without killing me first? It seems… kinda hot!”

“I’ll have to ask.” Laura frowned a little, exchanging glances with Claire who looked just as surprised as her. “Hold on while I check!”

“I’ll try!” Vanessa smiled.

“You know you’re crazy, right?” Stephanie teased as the young woman ran off to find Margaret. “First you beg to be put in the soup when it’s already hot, now you want to be chopped up alive? Anyone would think you get off on pain!”

“Maybe I do!” the sweet blonde giggled cheekily. “Oh come on! Don’t tell me you never acted up on purpose so your parents would spank you?”

“Well, maybe once or twice!” Stephanie admitted with a sheepish grin. Just then, Laura came back.

“Good news!” She grinned. “You get your wish! I was going to load the three of you onto a trolley and take you into one of the huts but I can do you here if you like? I’ll just get a trolley for you to lay on.

“Ooh yes please!” Vanessa gushed. “Thank you!”

“What about you?” The caterer asked Stephanie. “You want the same or want to wait until you check out first like your sister? You probably only have a few more minutes anyway.”

“I’ll watched you do Vanessa.” the surviving twin replied sensibly, “Then, if I’m still here, I’ll see how I feel!”

“Good idea!” Laura nodded then looked thoughtfully at Vanessa for a moment. “We’d better get you out.” She observed. “Otherwise you might not survive long enough for me to get the trolley. Can you sort that out?” She asked her Claire who nodded happily and pushed the steps back into place.

“Here,” the young woman held out a hand as Laura went to find a trolley to cut up the meat on, “can you take my hand?” Vanessa reached out but winced as the larger, warm hand gripped her deeply scalded one.

“It hurts!” She gasped, although her face quickly brightened. This meant that she would feel at least some of the dismemberment. Noticing that something was happening over by the pot, many of the guests started to wander over to watch, most of them munching on either Natasha or Chloe’s meat. Gingerly, Vanessa got to her feet in the pot. It was impossible really to tell to what extent her honey-coloured skin had turned pink from the heat or how much was stain from the red soup in which she sat but she was still elegant and beautiful, looking like a Venus rising from the sea as she stood knee-deep in the bubbling liquid.

With a lot of support, she was able to step over the side and get both feet onto the top step. Although the afternoon was very warm, deeply burned as she was and now out of the boiling soup, she began to shiver, her body going into shock. The busty caterer hugged her as best she could, not worrying too much about the stains on her own bare skin but having to shift every few seconds because the nearly-dead little girl was scalding hot to the touch, like a plate that’s been microwaved. Fortunately, it was not long before Laura returned with the trolley and Vanessa was helped onto it, sitting with her knees bunched up.

“I guess legs first?” Laura suggested. “Since they’re in the way?” The watching guests chuckled at this and Vanessa smiled, nodding and stretching out her right leg, offering it to the caterer. Laura took a medium-sized knife and sliced down to the bone around the bottom of Vanessa’s shin. The meat-girl winced but didn’t protest, noticing how very little blood oozed out around the wound. Laura then repeated the cut higher up, just below her knee, then down the length of her calf, joining the two. Carefully, she set down the knife then pushed her fingers into the long wound. The flesh split easily and peeled away from the bone as easily as a cling-film wrapper. The look of the meat on the inside shoulder that it was practically cooked already. Vanessa looked in fascinated horror at her foot which looked almost comical stuck onto the end of a white bone. She tried to wiggle her pretty toes but realised that, without the muscle in between, she could not. Next Laura did the same with her thigh, cutting very close to her still-tingling young cunt. Once this meat too was peeled away, she quickly cut it into smaller pieces and dropped it back into the soup.

Stephanie reached for a small piece and popped it into her mouth.

“Hey!” She grinned up at her friend. “You’re good!”

“Can I try some?” Vanessa asked, very intrigued. Laura chuckled and shook her head in amusement but as soon as the left leg was stripped she held a small piece to the meat-girl’s own mouth. Vanessa took it gratefully and chewed.

“Hey I’m delicious!” She grinned broadly as the meat from her second leg was plopped into the pot. “You lot at in for a treat!” She happily informed the guests who all chuckled in response, many of them raising their drinks to her in a form of salute. Now Laura picked up a small electric saw and cut through the top of the thigh bones. It didn’t really hurt but the vibrations felt strange. Vanessa couldn’t help but giggle as her legs, stripped of meat apart from the knees and feet, were dropped into the soup. She supposed they would fall apart like had been explained as they continued to cook.

“Arms now!” Laura instructed and the meat-girl held out each in turn. The process was much the same as with her legs and in no time at all she was a stumpy torso with a head. Although she could feel every cut, it was not at all unbearable – just about the right amount of pain, in fact, to be thrilling. She was not sure she could have endured a full live butchering as her friends’ mum had done. “Now the rump!” Laura layed her down carefully on her front. Her burned skin stung against the cold metal but nowhere near as badly and the knife stung when it cut into her cute behind. She wished she could see what was going on but could not turn her head enough. How it felt, however, was that one whole buttock was pulled away. She heard some chopping then multiple small splashes implying that the cubed meat had been added to the pot, then came the knife again and soon her pert little ass was no more.

Laura gave no more commentary as she now set to work stripping the meat from the girl’s back. This was slightly harder work and Vanessa could feel the knife scraping against her ribs and spine as the caterer sought to separate the flesh. Then she felt herself flipped over and managed to raise her head a little to watch as first her plump young vulva was cut away, although set to one side rather than being added to the pot. Her nipples, however, went the way of the rest of her meat, closely followed by strips of belly. There really was very little left of her now but stripped bones and a mess of organs spilling out onto the trolley. Her vision went hazy and darkness crept in around the edges. By the time the electric saw was used to cut through her spine and remove her pretty head, she was in no position to notice.

Laura held up the head and received a round of applause from the guests. She turned to see if Stephanie had made up her mind but the twelve year old had joined her sister with her head resting on the edge of the pot and her slim young body bobbing lifelessly in front of her.

“Go put this on the grill for her mum.” She held the parboiled cunt out to Claire on a napkin. “I’ll get these two chopped up!”

The party continued for three more hours with everyone, including the catering and decorating teams eating their fill and thoroughly enjoying the food. Natasha’s mum had settled the bills with both teams before-hand so that there would not be much for her husband to have to deal with afterwards. Everyone thanked him and either shook his hand or hugged him as they started to leave, complimenting the meat, promising to keep in touch and wishing him well in his new job.

Margaret was just supervising the putting away of the last pieces of equipment, her team all now showered and back in their uniforms, when she heard a small, pleasing voice.

“Go on Mummy! Ask her!” She turned and saw a sweet girl of maybe eight or nine in a sun-dress tugging on her mother’s hand.

“Okay!” The woman laughed. “Don’t panic! I said I would! Hi.” She smiled at Margaret. “You run the catering company?”

“That’s right.” she smiled. “How can I help you?”

“Beth here was wondering if you do children’s parties?” Margaret looked down at the pretty blonde who was smiling up at her expectantly, her blue eyes full of hope.

“Well yes we do.” She smiled. “Let me give you my card. We can arrange theming too if you want, we have a good relationship with the props company who provided everything today.”

“Oh wonderful!” The woman took the offered card happily. “We were thinking fairy tales or maybe Alice in Wonderland?”

“You’d have to have a chat with them.” Margaret explained. “But drop me and email and I’ll put you in touch with them. Will you be needing us to source the meat too?”

“Oh no!” The woman laughed. “That’s very much taken care of.”

“Me and my best friend Katie!” young Beth grinned proudly. “We’re going to be the meat!”

“It’s her ninth birthday,” her mum laughed, “and this is all she wanted!”

“Oh that’s not too unusual!” Margaret assured her with a chuckle. “And it would be an honour to cook such a tasty-looking young piggy!” Beth practically glowed with pride, happiness and excitement. “Email me on Monday,” Margaret invited the potential new client, “And we’ll get everything sorted out!”

The End.