“You must have been back ages!” Helen remarked, dropping her towel onto the bed and standing naked in front of the mirror as she began to brush her long, thick hair, hoping it had not become too tangled since she’d not had a chance to dry it properly after the shower. “Weren’t you like the third girl he inspected?”

“Oh well…” Emily blushed deeply. “I came back to get dressed and there was nobody here so I… After he… you know… stuck his fingers up my pussy all I could think about doing was…” She tailed off, smiling sheepishly.

“I get it!” Helen laughed, sitting down on the edge of her bed and starting to pull the clumps of fiery red hair from her brush with only a little visible irritation. “So did you have a good time?”

“Yeah it was… what I needed!” Emily giggled. “Anyway, I’d better go! See you later!” She jumped to her feet and grabbed her bag from the little dressing table assigned to her and was out the door quick as a flash.

“So!” Helen laughed. “Need a bit of alone time like Emily?” She stuck her tongue out at her friend who had shed her own towel and seemed to be admiring her own lovely teen body in the full-length mirror on the wall, running her hands over various parts and squeezing her large but perky boobs together.

“Well actually,” Laura turned with a sly smile, “I was thinking… What Mr Miller did, have you ever done that to another girl?”

“Not exactly.” Helen confessed. “There was this time on holiday the Summer before I started here when my older cousin said she wanted to show me something cool in the woods near their house where we were staying and when we got out there she pulled my panties down and touched me there. Felt good but I’ve never done anything like that since. Apart from on my own of course!” She added with a giggle. It was difficult with their living situation to get time alone but most of the girls managed it from time to time and there was an unwritten rule among the room-mates that nobody would tease anyone else about what they got up to in their own beds at night once the lights were off, as long as they weren’t disturbing the rest of the girls trying to sleep.

“Me neither.” Laura knelt down on the end of her friend’s bed and tossed her hair seductively. “But after feeling someone else’s fingers inside me, I need to feel that again! How about you help me out and I’ll see if I can be as good as your cousin?” Helen said nothing for a moment, looking at her normally quiet and fairly conservative friend in surprise. “Oh come on!” Laura pushed her boobs together and lifted them a little before letting them go so they fell back into place with a very appealing bounce. “You’re always going on about my tits, wouldn’t you like to have a go on them? After all, thanks to you, we might both be meat soon!”

“What if someone comes in?” Helen asked, rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to ease the very urgent tingle between her legs.

“Who’s going to come in?” Laura crawled closer to her, their faces level. “And if they do? Well they get a show! I’m going to kiss you now.” She informed the redhead. “Any objection?” Helen said nothing. “Good!” Laura smiled wolfishly then reached out to put a finger under Helen’s chin, lifting her face and pulling her forward a little to meet her lips, the two mouths locking together with passion and enthusiasm from both sides, their tongues intertwining like serpents.

Soon the naked pair were laying on the bed, stroking each other’s hair and their feet caressing each other’s legs. Helen was the first to reach down between her friend’s legs, feeling the soft, moist opening below the downy hair and sliding her fingers inside. Moments later, Laura did the same, pressing her chest against Helen’s as she did so. Helen then broke their kiss, her fingers still buried deep in Laura’s eager cunt, and took one of her friend’s hard, pink nipples in her mouth. When Helen cried out in orgasm, Laura gently slid her fingers out then moved down the bed to resume pleasuring her friend but this time with her tongue. When she had driven Helen to a second climax she lay back, inviting her to return the favour which she did with great enthusiasm. Both completely lost track of time as they explored each other’s delicious young bodies and they were so engrossed in their love-making that neither heard the door open.

“Ahem!” Mrs Langford cleared her throat politely but pointedly, jolting the girls out of their erotic trance. Both sat up and blushed, Laura tried to grab for a sheet to cover herself but as they had been laying on top of the freshly-made bed, there was none to be had. “Your absence was noted from second period.” She informed them. “I’ve been sent to check that you are okay and it seems that you are.” She added, only a little primly. “Lunch begins in fifteen minutes and I suggest you be ready to join the other girls in the hall then, dressed and presentable. Normally,” she told the blushing girls who now covered themselves with arms across their chests and hands over their crotches, “missing lessons would be a disciplinary measure but I can tell you you’re not the only ones and I think under the circumstances, we can let it go this one time.” It was clear from the sparkle in her eyes and the way the corner of her mouth kept twitching that she trying to sound stern and authoritative while really finding the whole situation very amusing. “Just don’t let it happen again,” she warned them, “and don’t be late for lunch!”

“Oops!” Helen giggled, sitting up on the bed and adjusting the pillow behind her back. “I thought we were in a lot of trouble there!”

“Yeah!” Laura laughed but more to relieve her tension than because she was particularly amused but then a funny thought did hit her. “Just think, if they were really pissed at us they might have made us strip off in the kitchen, get felt up by the cooks then killed!”

“True!” Helen grinned cheekily. “Or refused to let us be on the menu! Pretty weird thought…” she pondered with a smirk.

“What?” Laura frowned.

“The thought that refusing to kill you might be seen as a punishment!”

“Oh yeah!” Laura laughed in genuine amusement this time. These last few days, including the most recent hour or so, had already felt like they took place in a topsy-turvy alternate world where none of the normal rules applied – a world where girls could be cooked and eaten and where girls who had always thought of themselves as straight and had never gone further than a closed-mouth kiss with a boy enjoyed fucking and getting fucked by other girls after getting fingered by a member of the school staff in front of the head mistress! “Come on, we’d better get dressed, don’t want to miss lunch!”

“Yeah! I seem to have built up quite an appetite!” Helen grinned. Quickly, the rather flushed pair got dressed and brushed their hair and arrived outside the hall for lunch just as the others were leaving their classrooms. Of course most of the conversation over the food was about the inspections with the girls who had been there comparing experiences and the girls who hadn’t asking what it was like.

There had been a general feeling that, with more than half the school putting themselves forward, there would be no need to conscript any less willing meat and that the staff would not pursue that option any further so it came as quite a surprise when, the next morning, the remaining fifteen girls who had neither volunteered nor been taken out of the running by their parents had been ordered to report to the kitchen for inspection. As there were so few of them, Laura supposed it would not take as long but also, she speculated, they were likely to be a fair bit less cooperative than the volunteers.

“Perhaps Mr Miller just wants to touch up some more teen pussy?” Helen suggested with a giggle when her friend pondered why they were bothering with this second round of inspections. At lunch that day, Mrs Henderson announced that as soon as any sort of decision had been reached, everyone would be informed and implored the girls not to keep asking their teachers or other staff for progress reports.

On Saturday morning, once again on their way to the showers, the girls found a new notice on the board on the landing – a list of names again but this time it was a list of the girls from that floor who had been short-listed and were requested to attend a second round of inspections that afternoon. Helen’s main focus had been to check that both her and Laura’s names were on it but Laura drew her attention to the instructions at the bottom.

“Please arrive fully nude, without towels, and ensure that all pubic and other body hair has been removed prior to arrival. Expect to be photographed. If you require assistance with hair removal, please speak to your floor supervisor who will provide the necessary equipment.”

“Wow!” Helen exclaimed then bit her lower lip in excitement. “Shit got real!” There were five names on the list of those from that floor expected to attend – Laura, Helen, Priya, Naomi and Katie who had been the last from the floor to add her name. “A brunette, a blonde, a ginger, a black girl and an Indian!” Helen chuckled as she re-read the list. “Guess they’re going for all the flavours!”

As they approached the door, Mrs Langford was there counting the girls in as usual.

“Congratulations, girls!” She beamed at them with genuine parental pride. “Must be exciting, being short-listed?”

“Oh yes!” Helen nodded, grinning broadly.

“This is kinda awkward…” Laura’s cheeks turned pink and she chewed on her lower lip.

“You need a razor?” The kindly lady smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ve been fully briefed and I have enough for all of you. Here you go!” She reached down into a bag on the floor and pulled out two little packs. “Everything you need is in there. I assume you do shave your legs and under your arms usually?”

“Yeah,” Laura nodded, “with an electric shaver but I heard you weren’t supposed to use those on… you know.”

“I do.” Mrs Langford smiled in a friendly, reassuring way. “In here you’ll find a small packet of shaving cream, there should be enough to do your legs and arms too, get rid of any bristles! A razor and a little bottle of moisturiser for afterwards – it can leave you a little sore otherwise. I’ve been suggesting to the other girls that they find a friend to help them but I’m sure you two can help each other?”

“Oh yes!” Helen smiled, taking her packet from the smiling older lady. “Thank you!” The girls entered the bathroom and hung up their towels then found a space under the showers. Looking around, they noticed that Emily was already kneeling in front of Priya, carefully shaving her, and Katie had enlisted the help of her best friend and room-mate Jessie. Only Naomi, who always kept her toned, ebony body smooth and hairless, was not in need of a shave and was enjoying a normal morning shower.

“So who’s going first?” Helen asks, peering into the little goodie-bag she had been presented with. It reminded her of the sort of package you might find in a hotel room or the cabin of an over-night ferry.

“Mine’s going to take longer.” Laura observed, looking down at her neat, dark bush. “How about I do you first?”

“You can do me any time you like!” Helen laughed cheekily. Their interrupted session on the day of the first inspection had certainly not been their last, although it had been the longest, the others being mere stolen moments between classes or on their way to or from meals. Since there were no lessons or formal activities on a Saturday, they had planned to go find a nice quiet corner of the grounds and have some fun together after breakfast. Of course now the excitement would be doubled as they would both be looking forward to the second inspection!

Carefully, Laura knelt down on the tiled floor with the hot water cascading down on top of her so that her face was level with her friend’s now very familiar cunt. Using her teeth, she tore the top of the shaving cream packet off and spat it away then squeezed a little onto the palm of her hand.

“There’s quite a lot in here!” She observed as she started to rub her hands together to lather it up.

“She said it was for our legs and arms as well!” Helen reminded her.

“Oh yeah!” Laura chuckled. “Well we should be able to do those ourselves. Let’s get the important but done first!” She carefully rubbed the foaming cream onto the orange fuzz which crowned Helen’s delicious slit, making her moan softly. She then took the razor, ran it under the water for a moment so that it would not be too cold then carefully scraped away the foam, the hair beneath coming away effortlessly leaving her friend as smooth as the day she was born. “There you go!” She leaned forward to give the newly-exposed skin a quick, cheeky kiss. “Good enough to eat!” They both giggled at this. “I’d better put some of this on.” She tore the corner off the moisturiser packet and squeezed a little onto the tip of her finger. “Don’t want you getting a rash down there!”

“No!” Helen agreed. “Might put people off their food!” Once Laura stood up, it was her turn to sink to her knees. The friends decided they might as well share the cream and moisturiser packets, opening the second set when needed, but separate razors. As Laura had predicted, it did take a little longer to render her cunt oven-ready but soon enough the deed was done and the two girls began rubbing the cream over their own arms and legs.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Helen remarked as the pair walked back to their room a short time later, wrapped in their towels. “Tingly!” Neither girl especially wanted the feeling of anything tight against their freshly-shaved skin and, after all, they were expected to get naked again for the afternoon inspection. Not that they really intended to keep their clothes on for much of the morning either but that was between the two of them. It was a hot day, the kind of day that lots of the girls liked to skinny-dip in the lake and the pair decided they might as well join them before going off together somewhere more private. To make their lives easier, both opted for light sun-dresses that were just on the right side of being see-through and really needed substantial underwear beneath to be decent but neither bothered, enjoying the feeling of the soft cotton against their skin and the thrill of the borderline indecency. Completing their outfits with broad sun-hats and light sandals, they made their way downstairs and out into the grounds, holding hands as they strolled towards the lake from which sounds of giggling and splashing could already be heard.

The lake was at the bottom of a grassy hill which kept it out of view of all but the highest windows in the school and a row of trees beyond it hid it from the road that passed close by therefore the girls had no qualms about enjoying the lovely clear water without bathing suits. The school had its own formal, outdoor swimming pool in the courtyard where swimming lessons were held and for those, the regulation black one-piece swimsuits were required but the lake was another matter entirely. While there was no rule as such specifying that swimsuits weren’t to be worn in the lake, it was something of a tradition among the pupils of the school, passed on to each new intake from the older girls.

As they reached the brow of the gentle hill, the pair could see a dozen or so girls in the water, mostly from the first and second year, happily giggling and splashing each other. There were a couple of older girls too swimming back and forth on their backs, enjoying the sun on their tits which stuck up proudly from the water. A few other girls of assorted ages were laying naked on the grass, either drying off after a swim or just enjoying the sun.

“Race you!” Helen grinned, dropping the straps of her dress of her shoulders so it fell to the ground and kicking off her sandals. “Last one in the water is mouldy left-overs!” Giggling, she began to scamper down the hill, stark naked apart from her sun hat. Laughing, Laura quickly followed, kicking off her shoes and starting to run, bunching up her dress and lifting it over her head as she ran, knocking her hat off in the process. Helen flung hers aside as just before reaching the water’s edge, Laura just managing to get one foot in before her and soon the two were giggling happily and splashing each other as merrily as if they were five rather than fifteen!

The water was cool and refreshing and felt wonderful against the girls’ freshly-shaved skin. Very soon, the splashing gave way to play-fighting which turned to caresses and soon the girls were making love in the clear water, indulgently ignored by most of their school-mates but giggled at by some and cheered on by others. As they grew noisier, however, and more girls came down to the lake for a morning swim, they began to attract quite an audience. Only when they stopped for a breather did they notice just how many other girls were watching them. Seeing that they were done, at least for the moment, the watching girls who had formed a circle around them broke into a good-natured round of applause with much giggling and whistling.

“Seriously!” Emily teased, coming a little closer. “Get a room, you two!” They stuck they tongues out at their room-mate and there was much giggling all round.

“Hey,” Laura gave an apologetic smile to her flat-chested friend. “I hope you’re not too disappointed you didn’t get a call-back for this afternoon?”

“Nah,” the sweet blonde tipped herself backwards and began to tread water lazily as they chatted, “I knew it wasn’t likely and honestly,” she frowned a little, “I don’t know if I really wanted to get cooked or not. Don’t think I’d have gone up for it if I really thought I was gonna get picked. Oh!” She looked alarmed, suddenly worried that she may have offended her friends. “I didn’t mean that it…”

“Don’t worry!” Laura laughed. “Still not made up my own mind how I feel about it really. Someone else put my name up!” She mock-glared at Helen who giggled.

“Hey, you didn’t take it down!” She reminded her. “Anyway, wouldn’t it have felt really rude to not at least offer these?” She reached forward and lifted Laura’s boobs out of the water, giving them a playful squeeze. “With great tits comes great responsibility!” All three giggled.

“Yeah, well, call me Miss Irresponsible then!” Emily chuckled, pushing her chest from both sides in a futile attempt to create some semblance of cleavage. “Who knows?” She grinned and shrugged. “Perhaps if I get a slice or two of yours it will remind mine to come in?”

“Hey I haven’t been picked yet!” Laura protested without actually feeling annoyed. “Quit deciding what parts of me you want to eat! There’s nine other girls in my category, my odds are still pretty low!”

“That’s not what I heard!” Emily grinned.

“What do you mean?” asked Helen. The rest of their audience had drifted away, going back to their own relaxation and games now that the show seemed to be over.

“I had to take a message to the head mistress yesterday,” Emily leaned in conspiratorially. “And when I went in she was there with Mr Miller and Miss Smithson were in there going over their notes about our the first inspections. Mr Miller said ‘So we’re agreed on four each?’ and Mrs Henderson said ‘Yes I think that will be about right!’. Then Miss Smithson asked ‘And what about the other suggestion?’ but then they saw me and asked for the message. The door was open so I couldn’t hang around listening after either but it sounds to me like your chances are a lot higher than you thought!”

“Wow! And I thought nobody ever listened to me!” laughed Helen. “Hey!” she grinned at Laura, “So we might be spit-sisters after all? Cool, huh?”

“Umm, I guess?” Laura chuckled a little weakly, unsure how she felt about this news. Sure, being picked would be a great honour and she could not deny that the more she thought about it, especially thinking back to those vintage photographs in the library book, the more the idea of being roasted for her school-mates and their parents was growing on her but, on the other hand, it also meant that she would die! She would literally be saying she was okay with being killed. She was a happy, healthy girl pretty much assured of a bright future – why would she want to give that up to be someone else’s dinner? But on the other hand… And now it seemed her odds of being selected had quadrupled! But Helen was right – she had not taken her name off the list now she had the chance and, even if she had, it seemed that would not necessarily rule her out from being picked so she supposed her only real choice was to just go with the flow and see how things worked out!

“Weren’t we gonna go for a walk?” Helen slipped her arm around Laura’s shoulders and kissed her tenderly as Emily swam away. “Having an audience was kinda fun but I think I want you all to myself for a bit!”

“You just want to do another taste-test in case we cook together and you don’t get to eat my tits or pussy!” Laura teased, stroking her friend’s thigh and firm backside as the slightly smaller girl wrapped a leg around her. The slippery feeling of skin on skin under the water was quite intoxicating.

“Is that a problem?” Helen asked teasingly before kissing her deeply once more.

“What about our things?” Laura asked as the pair stepped out of the water, their naked bodies glistening in the sunlight as if they were a pair of nymphs or sirens from a preraphaelite painting, and twisted their thick hair to squeeze out some of the water.

“They’ll be fine.” Helen assured her, looking up the hill at the trail of discarded dresses, shoes and hats they had left. “Who’s gonna steal them?” The only other people in the area were fellow pupils, most of them naked and all with plenty of clothes of their own. “Heck,” Helen grinned cheekily, “we might not need them much longer anyway!” The pair held hands as they walked in the sun, naked and unashamed, feeling as they imagined Adam and Eve must have in Eden as they sought a quiet spot among the trees.

In the distance from one direction they could hear the splashing and laughter of girls enjoying the lake. In the other direction were the sounds of the motorway along which thousands of cars and trucks hurried, completely unaware of the idyllic and erotic scene just beyond the trees. But there, within that secluded little copse, the warm air caressing their skin and the sun dappling the ground as it broke through the canopy above, they were utterly alone. An entire universe that only the two of them inhabited and there, in their own private paradise, they made sweet, gentle love, their bodies, tongues and souls entwined with one another.

When they emerged hand in hand from the woods and strolled back towards the lake there was still more than an hour before lunch after which, they knew, it was time for the inspections.

“We should try to look our best, I guess?” Helen suggested as she slipped her dress back on, looking with some irritation at her frizzy, tangled, air-dried hair, the state of which had certainly not been helped by rolling around on the ground beneath the trees. In fact, a fair amount of that forest floor seemed to have hitched a ride in both their hair.

“I don’t know.” Laura joked. “Personally I was thinking of rubbing myself in raw onion and fish then sticking corn-flakes all over to look like scabs but I suppose if you actually want to get picked…”

“Oh come on!” Helen punched her friend lightly on the arm. “You’re not still trying to pretend you don’t want to get chosen, are you? You know your hot, bald cunt is as horny for the spit as mine!” Laura blushed deeply but did not reply.

“We probably should have another shower before lunch.” She agreed. “Or a bath if nobody’s using them? And dry our hair properly this time!” The pair went quickly to their bedroom and swapped their dresses for towels.

“Dare you just to carry it!” Laura grinned, knowing that her friend would likely take the bait.

“Why?” asked Helen.

“Well we’ve got to go down to the kitchen naked after lunch!” Laura reminded her. “The sign said so! So we might as well get used to it!”

“Good point!” Helen folded her towel over her arm, carrying it in front of her so that she was still mostly covered but making no attempt to hide her firm, round ass which swayed provocatively as she walked. Laura carried hers a little lower, allowing her boobs to rest on her arm, visible to anyone who happened to be walking in the other direction. When they got to the bathroom, they found the showers standing empty but one of the baths occupied – it seemed that Naomi had had the same thought as them and was laying in one of the tubs, the very picture of relaxation with her eyes closed, her arms folded across her chest and wearing a set of headphones connected to a personal CD player which sat on the floor beside the bath. It was out-dated technology but, since the girls were not allowed personal mobile phones or internet access outside of lesson time to download MP3s, many had similar devices to entertain themselves in bed or the bath without bothering the others.

“Let’s be eco-friendly!” Helen grinned cheekily, sitting on the side of one of the vacant tubs and turning on the taps. “I’m sure we’ll both fit in one if we squeeze up a bit!”

“Fine!” Laura laughed, thinking of the times she and her brother had been required to share a bath before she’d come to the school and they had both grown out of doing so.“But you get the taps end!” Laura had just one brother, three years younger than her, but Helen had three siblings – two older brothers who were now seventeen and nineteen and a younger sister of thirteen who had failed the school’s entrance exam but never the less managed to get a place at a highly respected selective school near their home.

“Do you think they’ll all get invited?” Laura pondered after she and Helen had lowered themselves into the lovely hot water and got comfy with their legs curled around each others’. “All our families I mean. Like your brothers and sister too?”

“I think it’s just parents invited in general.” Helen mused. “But I hope if we get picked the whole family gets to come.”

“Wouldn’t it be kinda… weird?” suggested Laura, “Being naked like that in front of your dad and brothers? My brother’s not seen me in the nude since I was ten I think.”

“No point being shy if you’re being cooked, I guess?” Helen giggled. “You know, I was just thinking how it might be a good thing for the world if this become more normal! After I joked about being eco-friendly by sharing the bath it just sort of occurred to me!”

“Cannibalism?” Laura frowned. “How is that good for the environment?”

“Well,” explained Helen, “most of the issues about climate change and sustainability come down to the fact that there’s too many people! That and intensive farming. If people started eating other people instead of animals then it would solve both those problems! Less people cluttering up the place and using up resources and no more farms! See? Perfect solution!”

“You’ve got a point!” Laura laughed. “But how would they decide who gets eaten? A lottery or something?”

“Eww no!” Helen made a face. “There’s got to be some quality control!” Both girls giggled. “But think about it. More than half the girls at this school were at least open to the idea of being cooked and eaten, even if they weren’t very serious when they put themselves forward and relieved when they didn’t get picked! It would have to start small, of course, you couldn’t just expect everyone to switch over night but if they made it so that it was allowed and there were special restaurants and butchers that dealt in people-meat then I bet it would catch on! Back yard barbecues with girls and boys spitted, weddings where they eat the bridesmaids? That sort of thing! Then, in time, people would move away from farming animals for meat and stick to eating volunteers and some people would grow up wanting to be meat rather than a doctor or an actor or whatever. What?” She made a face at Laura who was listening with an increasingly incredulous expression. “Could happen!”

“Write to Greta Thunburg and suggest it!” Laura suggested, only half in jest. Although in her mid-twenties the well-known climate activist still looked like a young teen and had a big following among younger people. “If she’s shown on TV and in magazines getting roasted them I bet loads of her fans would sign up!”

“I might just do that!” Helen grinned. “Anyway, I was wondering, how do you think the school got permission to do this? There was that bloke in Germany who ate another guy with his full consent and he still got done for murder.”

“Money talks I guess!” Laura shrugged. “They must have come up with some loophole. It’s not like they’re being secretive about it!”

“I bet there’s people on the internet who are into that sort of thing!” Helen giggled. “They’ll probably make a fortune if they sell videos of the feast!”

“Do you think they will?” Laura wasn’t sure if she was more horrified or thrilled at the idea of photos and videos of her naked body as well as her death, if she was picked of course, being available to anyone willing to pay. “Not sure how I feel about being an internet porn star!”

“You’ve got the tits for it!” teased Helen, reaching forward to squeeze and jiggle her friend’s perky boobs.

“That’s your answer to everything!” Laura narrowed her eyes and stuck out her tongue before leaning forward for a slow, lingering kiss, her hands creeping up Helen’s thigh as she did so.

When they were done in the bath, the two rinsed off under the shower and washed their hair before going back to their bedroom to dry and brush it properly and moisturise their skin. Both their room-mates were there when they got in, both laying on their beds and reading. Charlotte was propped up against the pillows enjoying a music magazine but Emily was laying on her front and absent-mindedly kicking her bare feet in the air, utterly absorbed in the journal of Lord Arthur Hamilton.

“They should totally make a movie of this story!” she remarked as the naked pair came in and fished around in their bedside cabinets for their hair-dryers and brushes. “Or a TV show. It’s such a cool story!”

“Could make a cool film-studies project?” Helen suggested. “You could use footage of the real cooking maybe? If you picked girls who looked enough like the ones getting cooked for the acting bits?”

“Good idea!” Emily agreed. “I’ll see if I’m allowed to borrow one of the school video cameras and film it.” The two naked girls exchanged meaningful glances, remembering the conversation they’d had in the bath about the commercial potential of such a video. “Looking forward to your big audition?”

“Audition?” Laura was confused. “Oh!” She laughed. “You mean the inspection? I don’t know… I guess?” Helen gave a loud comical sigh and shook her head as if in disappointment. “Oh okay!” Laura blushed. “Yes, I am!”

“Me too!” Helen grinned.

Both girls, dressed once more in their light dresses with nothing underneath had only a light lunch, partly because they were too excited and nervous to have much of an appetite but also because they didn’t want their tummies to be bloated or to need the toilet while they were being inspected. Before the lunch period was officially over they scampered back up to their room, noticing as they did so that most of the other selected girls were either leaving around the same time or had already left, to give their hair another quick brush and strip off ready for the inspection.

“Why do you think they said we had to come naked this time?” Laura asked as the pair made their way down the stairs and through the corridor, holding hands and getting several encouraging and admiring comments from the many clothed girls travelling in the other direction.

“I bet it’s part of the test to see if we’re suitable.” Helen suggested. “Anyone who gets cooked is going to be very exposed so there’s no point picking someone who’s going to be trying to cover themselves all the time or getting in a state about people seeing their tits.”

“Good point.” Laura nodded. “Maybe that’s the point of the photos they mentioned too?”

“Probably.” Helen agreed. “And to help them pick I guess. They can go through them afterwards while they’re narrowing it down.”

“Do you think Emily was right?” Laura asked in an awed whisper as they approached the kitchen and saw the line of naked girls already waiting to be shown in. There were only fourteen or fifteen of the expected thirty already in line so the pair felt reassured to know that they were not the last. “About them picking four for each category? That’s going to be way more meat than if they just had one.” They joined the back of the line. The other girls were all conversing in whispers and the whole situation has a more serious tone, a little more gravity, than the first inspection.

“It would make sense!” Helen shrugged as three more naked girls joined the line behind them. It was not long before everyone who had been summoned was there, some looking a lot happier about it than others, and Mrs Henderson emerged through the kitchen door to welcome them and usher them inside. The girls filed in and saw the familiar chalk circles marked on the tiled floor but this time there were long tables set up, eight side by side, and several people there that they did not know.

In addition to the head mistress and the two chefs there were five young men and three young women, all aged somewhere between eighteen and twenty from the looks of them, dressed in plain black shirts and smart trousers.

“Good afternoon, girls!” Mrs Henderson smiled, happy to see that they had all sorted themselves into their groups without being asked. “Thank you all for coming and for following all the instructions.” She glanced down and surveyed the thirty hairless young cunts displayed before her. “As you will have noticed, we have some visitors today.” The black-shirted strangers all gave little waves and friendly smiles. Some of the girls felt self-conscious standing naked in front of the unfamiliar young men but most were quite enjoying the attention. None made any effort to cover up. “They are catering students from Warwickshire College.” She explained. “As part of their course they will be assisting with the cooking on the feast day and have agreed to come today and help with the meat assessments. Now, they may never have selected a girl to cook before,” she chuckled a little, provoking bashful giggles from many of the girls, “but they are well trained in selecting appropriate pig and deer carcasses for different cooking methods so they know what they’re looking for when it comes to meat! Please be as cooperative with them as you were with Mr Miller and Miss Smithson who will be walking around to supervise.”

Each of the catering students had a list of girls they were supposed to inspect – six with four names and two with three. This time, Helen and Laura were among the first batch called forward, Laura by one of the girls and Helen by one of the young men which she seemed quite happy about. The first part of the inspection was much like the first although the students carrying out the inspection seemed somewhat less confident than the experienced school cooks, the boys especially clearly rather flustered at being asked to perform an intimate meat inspection on attractive teen girls rather than animal carcasses. Helen found the clumsy fondling and prodding a little more embarrassing and uncomfortable than the first time, almost painful when the blushing boy pushed his fingers up inside her and squeezed her pussy. Laura, on the other hand, was finding the girl inspecting her handling her body with far more confidence.

Once the initial inspection was complete, the girls were asked to lay on the tables. This was actually a far more pleasant experience for both of them as the students pressed and prodded at their bodies, feeling their muscle tone and assessing body fat distribution. They began laying on their fronts, their arms crossed under their chins and boobs pressed against the polished wooden surface. When the massage-like inspection was finished, they were instructed to turn over and lay on their backs, their arms relaxed by their sides. Both girls lay with their eyes closed, relaxing as their bodies were felt from neck to toes by the students. Both the school chefs walked around between the tables, checking that the students were being thorough and making occasional observations.

The inspection complete, rather than being dismissed, the girls were asked to wait in their groups until all the inspections were done. As the last girls were being prodded and poked, the one boy and one girl who had only had three on their lists went over to one corner and set up a camera on a tripod pointing at a neutral roll-out background similar to those used for the annual school pictures.

“Okay girls,” Mrs Henderson addressed them once all the inspections were complete, “thank you for being so cooperative and thank you to our friends from Warwickshire College for agreeing to help out. I hope that working together on this project will be to our mutual benefit. Now, you will remember from the notice that we intend to photograph you. This has a duel purpose.” The girls were very interested now as they had all been discussing what the photos might be for. “Firstly,” she explained, “they will assist us in making our choices,” Helen and Laura smiled at each other and exchanged a little nod, happy to have their speculations confirmed. “Secondly, once our choices are made we will be producing a souvenir brochure of the day, much like a theatre program, for everyone who attends and at least one photo will be included of each girl on the menu along with a short paragraph about them and maybe a quote like American students put in their year-books? We’ve not quite decided on the details yet.”

Laura felt her pussy tingle when the head mistress explained this. Somehow the thought that, if she got picked, everyone who attended the feast would be given naked photos of her to take home was even more thrilling than knowing that she’d be seen and maybe filmed naked. From the look on Helen’s face, her friend was clearly having the same kinds of thoughts!

“What we need from each of you,” continued Mrs Henderson, “is a relaxed but formal front and back full-length shot then a more casual one where you can pose, wave or blow a kiss, whatever takes your fancy! So, if you can line up, please, no particular order.” The thirty naked girls, from eleven years old to eighteen, shuffled into a queue and the first girl was called forward. Laura recognised her as a girl from the top year named Janice. She was quite tall with big boobs, even bigger than her own, curvy hips and a nice round ass. Her hair was long, chestnut brown and straightened and her eyes were large and dark green. Like many of the girls who liked to take advantage of the secluded grounds in the warmer months, she had an enviable all-over tan and could easily have been a glamour model if she’d wanted.

Under instruction from the boy behind the camera, she stood in front of the backdrop with her feet shoulder-width apart and her arms hanging relaxed by her side, facing forward with her shoulders back. The boy used a remote control to trigger the camera on its tripod, taking five photos in a rapid burst. He then asked her to turn around and she did as he asked, displaying her shapely backside to the camera.

“Wow!” Helen grinned, elbowing Laura in the ribs conspiratorially. “I’m glad we’re not up against her! Check out that ass!”

“I know, right?” Laura replied in awe. “If I wasn’t sold on the idea of eating girls before, that would convince me!”

Finally she was invited to turn back towards the camera and choose her own pose. Janice turned slightly sideways on, put her hands under her hair either side of her head, popped her hip slightly and made a slightly pouty face towards the camera. The blushing operator pressed the remote again and five rapid clicks followed.

“Great!” He grinned. “Just give your name to Amanda and you’re all done. Next, please?” The tall beauty went over to the girl who had been helping to set up the photography area and gave her details which were written next to the number one on the sheet on her clipboard along with three ticks confirming that all three poses had been taken.

“Thank you, Janice.” Mrs Henderson smiled then spoke loudly enough for all the girls to hear. “Once you’ve been photographed you’re free to go or you can wait for your friends, just please try to stay out of the way.” Janice moved over to wait in a corner of the kitchen as a cute girl from the second year stepped forward for her turn. For her chosen pose she opted to wink and give the camera a thumbs-up.

By the time the friends’ turn arrived they did not need instructing as to how to stand for the first two photographs. Having seen more than a dozen discretionary poses ranging from cute to provocative they had both had a good amount of time to plan their own. Laura stood with her arms folded under her boobs, her feet crossed and her head titled to one side with a cocky smile while Helen blew a kiss with one hand, the other on her hip.

“That was actually kinda fun!” Laura remarked as the naked pair walked back up to their bedroom. “The inspection was more like a massage really!”

“Lucky you!” Helen laughed. “Not sure my guy had ever felt a real pair of tits before, not sure he quite knew what to do with them!” Being felt up by the flustered student had been quite a different experience to the dispassionate and professional appraisal she had received from Mr Miller. Not that it really mattered – the point of the inspection was to convince the head mistress and the cook that she’d be good meat and she was pretty sure she had performed as well as she could in that area. Now, she supposed, it just came down to a matter of personal taste and what they were looking for in their feast ingredients.

The rest of Saturday and the whole of Sunday passed without any further updates, neither official announcements nor leaked information. On Monday the girls attended their lessons as usual but, after dinner that evening, Mrs Henderson stepped up to the lectern to address the school.

“Good evening, girls.” She smiled then paused to allow them to return the greeting in that slightly drawn-out way of school children everywhere. “I know you’ve all be waiting on new of our Bicentennial feast and I am delighted to be able to tell you that the kitchen team and I have reached our decision. Now,” she smiled again, clearly as excited as the girls and enjoying the way they all leaned forward eagerly for the news.

“First of all,” she smiled expansively, “we have taken on board the suggestion that three girls would not be enough to feed everyone who will be invited. Wouldn’t be much of a feast if everyone went away hungry afterwards, would it?” She chuckled at this and most of the listening girls giggled obligingly. “And since we received so many volunteers with so many of you looking absolutely delicious,” she continued warmly, “we have decided that each Hamilton sister will be represented by four of you.” There were gasps and excited whispering from the students. “Which means there will be twelve lovely, tasty girls included in our feast which I think should be more than enough for everyone to eat their fill!”

“I’m sure,” she continued,” that you are all eager to know who has been chosen so I’m not going to make you wait any longer. If you hear your name, please remain in your seats for now and when I am done I will ask you to come to the front and sign the papers to make it official. Your parents have all been informed earlier today and have given their consent.” The girls all fell silent. Helen reached for Laura’s hand and gripped it tightly as they sat waiting to hear, almost forgetting to breathe in their anticipation.