“The story will be printed tomorrow morning,” Mrs Henderson continued, “but they were kind enough to send me though copies of all the photographs taken and I have had two of them printed to be put on permanent display here in our school. I wanted to show them to you today so that everyone,” she smiled in Laura’s direction, “would get a chance to see them. And after all,” she grinned, “tomorrow is going to be a very busy day with lots happening! Now, I do not know which pictures will actually be featured in the print copy of the story but I’ve been assured that at least one of each pose taken will be available on the newspaper’s website, some with a content warning so that those who do not wish to see any nudity will not have to. Although I cannot understand why anyone should be upset to see the work of art that is a young lady’s body.” Many of the girls giggled.

“First of all,” she smiled proudly, “I have had this one printed and framed to hang next to the portrait of the Hamilton sisters right here in the dining hall.” The two younger teachers picked up the first frame. It was around five feet long and about two foot high. It was the beautiful and elegant group shot of all the meat-girls in their school uniforms. “I chose this one,” she explained, “as I believed it formed the best companion to the portrait of the sisters in their fine clothes.” Lots of appreciative noises came from the girls. “For the entrance lobby, however,” she clapped her hands together as the massive framed photograph was carefully set down, “I have had these printed. A wonderful and memorably portrait of our tributes and the original girls that they represent.”

This time, Mr Malcolm picked up the larger of the two frames and Miss Lawrence took the second, standing to display the pictures side by side as they would be hung in the lobby, welcoming any guests who visited the school, probably for the next hundred years or more! Both frames were one foot high but one was around three feet long and the other half the length. The smaller frame contained a print of the photograph of the Hamilton girls, naked in front of the stew pot with the villagers who would be soon be cooking them. The larger frame contained the photograph of the meat-girls fully exposed, grinning at the camera with their naked bodies on clear display.

“Wow!” Helen giggled. “Guess our tits get to be famous after all!”

“Laura, dear?” the head mistress smiled from the stage. “Would you stay behind please, while the others get off to lessons?” She dismissed the girls. Helen lingered for a moment, wishing her luck and giving a little kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for waiting.” Mrs Henderson came over to talk to her after the other pupils and staff were gone. “I just wanted to have a little chat with you about today’s activities.” Laura gave a little nod and smiled demurely.

“You know that some students from the college will be coming tomorrow to film the event and take photographs?” the head mistress smiled. Laura nodded to confirm. “Well I’ve arranged that they will come today too to capture your slaughter and the preparation of your meat, as well as the other girls enjoying their last meal, of course!” Laura gave another smile, genuinely happy that her last moments would be recorded after all.

“The other thing I wanted to tell you,” continued Mrs Henderson, “is that, since you will not be served at the feast with the other girls meaning that your family, who are all invited of course since you are one of our tributes, would not have an opportunity to taste your meat, I have taken the liberty of inviting them to join me privately for breakfast tomorrow and I shall arrange for some of your meat to be reserved for that meal. I am thinking sausages, bacon and a some gammon steaks. I hope this is okay with you?”

“Oh yes!” Laura grinned. “What a lovely idea! As long as my breasts are included in the meal for the other mea… tributes!” She corrected herself. “I know Helen is really looking forward to tasting them!”

“Of course!” Mrs Henderson chuckled. “Now, you may go to your first class if you wish or have some time to yourself but I need you to report to the slaughter area at half past ten, so that your meat can be ready for the other tributes at lunch time. You know where to go?”

“Yes.” Laura nodded. “To the cannibal village in the grounds. They’re going to use one of the buffet frames to slaughter me.”

“That’s right.” the head mistress nodded. “I wanted to thank you again for what you are doing today.” She smiled warmly. “Do you have any other questions?”

“Should I come naked?” Laura asked. “Or in my uniform?”

“You don’t need to wear your uniform, or anything really.” Mrs Henderson smiled. “If you’re not comfortable walking around in the nude you can bring a towel like for the shower but really it’s up to you. Make sure you’ve brushed your hair and are well toned out ‘though,” she reminded her, “as there will be photos.”

“Oh and I was hoping…” Laura blushed a little and looked down demurely. “Would it be okay if Helen came with me? For moral support?”

“Well I suppose it really won’t hurt her to miss a couple of lessons today!” chuckled Mrs Henderson. “And tomorrow she and all the others will be cooking together so they will have that sense of camaraderie to support them. So yes, of course, if you’d like your friend to be there, she can be. She will need to be in full uniform, of course, as if she appears in any photographs she will be representing the school.”

“Thank you!” Laura acted on impulse and gave her head mistress a quick hug which was returned warmly by the usually very proper teacher. She stepped back, smiled once more and left the dining hall for the last time. Out in the corridor, she paused for a moment. Part of her wanted to go to her class to spend that last bit of time with Helen but on the other hand, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend her last hour or so of life trying to solve algebra equations. Smiling to herself, Laura went up to her bedroom and undressed then, wrapped in a towel, sat down at the dressing table and took out her copy of the photo book she and her friends had made.

Finding a marker pen in her pencil case she opened it to the title page and smiled as she pondered what message to write. Not wanting to mess it up, she took out a notebook and doodled some ideas but nothing seemed quite right. Then suddenly it his her and she grinned broadly. Giggling to herself, she wrote on the glossy page:

“Dear Josh, Thank you for showing me the way to Heaven. I hope these pictures can return the favour from time to time! Love Laura XXX” Wishing she had some lipstick, although it was forbidden by school rules, she kissed the page underneath her message, pleased to see that her moist lips left an impression on the glossy paper.

Her last task completed, Laura went to the shared bathroom and ran herself a bath, nice and hot with plenty of bubbles. She still had some of the unscented moisturiser left and planned to use it once her bath was finished. Knowing that she should probably be feeling scared or at least nervous about what was soon to happen to her, she slid into the hot water under the frothy bubbles, feeling nothing but contentment and happiness. Her life, she knew, was about to end but it was a death with purpose that would make others happy and that felt good! Massaging her full, round left breast with one hand, she slipped her other hand between her legs and began to pleasure herself, not with any urgency but in the same way she often did in bed at night to to relax herself for sleeping.

“Oh I thought we’d find you in here!” Laura opened her eyes as the friendly voice startled her. She sat up in the bath then covered her chest by reflex when she saw that Mr Langford was stood next to his wife, both smiling at her. Realising it was silly to be shy about her bare boobs when she was about to be photographed, killed and chopped to pieces by assorted strangers, most of whom would likely be boys, she lowered her hands and smiled sheepishly.

“Hi!” She smiled, noticing that Mrs Langford was carrying a mixing bowl from the kitchen. “Is everything okay? I’m not late, am I? I was just…”

“Oh no not at all!” the kindly lady assured her. “But we do need you to get out now. We’ve come to help you get ready.” Mr Langford held out a towel and, smiling a little shyly, the sweet teen rose up out of the water, the bubbles dripping from her delicious body, and stepped out of the tub. The man who served as surrogate father while she was at school wrapped her in the towel and began to rub her dry.

“Oh we have some good news by the way!” Mrs Langford smiled. “At least we hope you will think it is good!” Laura looked at her curiously, finding she quite enjoyed being dried in this way. It was not sexual pleasure but rather the comfort of feeling like a small child again being cared for by a loving parent. “We’ve been invited to lunch so we’ll get to taste you! There needs to be a couple of members of staff present to keep an eye on the other girls,” she explained, “and since we’re your floor supervisors, Mrs Henderson asked us if we’d like to do it!”

“Oh that’s lovely!” Laura smiled, genuinely happy. “So what’s in the bowl?”

“A mixture of olive oil and butter.” smiled Mrs Langford as her husband finished drying the sweet young meat-girl and hung the towel over his arm, leaving her stood naked and expectant. “The students who are going to be cooking you asked us to rub it into your skin instead of the moisturiser. We were supposed to ask you to take a quick shower first but as you’ve been relaxing in the bath, that won’t be necessary! Let me dry your hair first,” she set the bowl down, then we’ll get you ready!”

“Would you go and fetch Helen, please?” Laura asked. “Her lesson should be finishing about now.”

“Of course!” Mrs Langford smiled. “George? Why don’t you go fetch her while I sort out her hair?”

“Sure!” Mr Langford grinned. “Just don’t get started without me, eh?”

“We won’t, I promise!” his wife giggled. “Come on!” She patted a stool she had brought with her. “Sit down for me!” Laura did as she was told and Mrs Langford started to brush out her hair. It had not got soaking wet in the bath and really was already starting to dry in the warm room. “I knew I was forgetting something!” Mrs Langford chuckled after a few minutes. “Wait here, dear, and I’ll go fetch my hair-dryer.”

She had not yet made it back when Mr Langford returned with Helen in tow, finding Laura sat naked on the stool, wrapping her hair around her fingers and humming to herself.

“Hey piggy!” Helen grinned. “Looking tasty!”

“Thanks!” Laura looked up and saw her friend, running to hug her. They were still locked in embrace, one fully dressed and the other stark naked, when Mrs Langford returned.

“Here we are!” She smiled. “And I’ve got this to keep it out of the way while we rub you down.” She held up a large hair grip. Standing behind the stool with Laura sat down once more she brushed her long, chestnut-brown hair while blasting it with the hair-dryer and soon it was dry and tangle-free. “Just for now!” Mrs Langford smiled as she gathered it into a ponytail, twisted it up then clipped it into place. “There we go!” She grinned. “Stand up for me now!” Laura did as she was told, noticing the admiring looks from all three observers as she did so. “Now, where did I leave the bowl?”

Mr Langford retrieved the butter and oil mix and set it down on the stool where Laura had been sitting. He and his wife were wearing the kinds of unimportant clothes people wear for cleaning, decorating or working in the garden. They both rolled their sleeves up. Mrs Langford frowned a little as she looked at Helen.

“I’m not sure you should be wearing that.” She observed, meaning her pristine school uniform. “Not if you’re going to help us with this I mean? I know Mrs Henderson wants you looking perfect for the photographs. Best to pop them off for now so you don’t mess them up. Keep your underwear on if you want?” She smiled and Helen nodded, agreeing that she was right. Quickly, she took off her shoes and socks, placing her shoes neatly against the wall with her socks rolled up inside. Next she took off her blazer, shirt and tie, hanging them neatly on the hooks where she and the other girls normally hung their towels for a shower. Next came her grey pleated skirt. Once down to her white uniform bra and knickers she hesitated for a moment but then shrugged and shed these too, going over to rejoin the group every bit as naked as Laura.

“Much better!” Mrs Langford chuckled. “You’ll be able to have a quick shower to freshen up afterwards anyway. Now,” she held out the bowl, “grab a handful and get rubbing! We need Laura completely treated from the neck down!”

“You know, I think those might be done already!” Mrs Langford chuckled as her husband scooped another handful of the soft mixture and returned his attention to Laura’s firm, round, teen boobs which were already gleaming while Helen worked on her ass and Mrs Lanford made an effort to see that her arms were coated as well as her more interesting parts. Laura blushed but not as deeply as Mr Langford. In truth, she had been enjoying the special attention her chest had been receiving from the firm-handed but gentle man who was really not bad-looking for his age. From the bulge in the front of his trousers it was very clear that he was enjoying the experience too! “Honestly!” Mrs Langford chuckled, “Men!”

“Sorry!” replied the flustered, middle-aged man meekly. “I was just…”

“It’s okay!” his wife laughed. “We might be preparing her for slaughter like a farmyard pig but she’s still a lovely young woman and tits are tits!” She chuckled again, as did both girls. “Sorry for teasing you,” she smiled lovingly at him, “I know it’s not really fair but you do make it so easy sometimes, and we have to take our little pleasures where we can, eh girls?” She grinned at them and both nodded, giggling. Mr Langford managed a slightly weak smile, feeling very outnumbered. “Speaking of little pleasures…” Mrs Langford glanced at the clock on the wall. “We still have some time. Perhaps one of you girls would like to help my husband out? You know, as a little treat for him? I know it’s strictly against school rules, of course, not to mention the law! But I don’t think either of you will be telling anyone somehow?”

“I won’t be around much longer to tell anyone if I wanted to!” Laura reminded her, grinning. “And I think Helen’s going to be kinda busy this afternoon and tomorrow!”

“Yeah,” grinned her friend. “One or two things planned!” Both giggled. “I don’t mind, if you’d like that, Mr Langford?” She stood and smiled a little coquettishly at him, making him blush deeper.

“I’d be happy to as well!” Laura batted her eyelashes at him, enjoying the power she had over the older man, an upturning of the usual position of authority he had over her. “I have an idea,” she turned to Helen who gave her a quick, knowing nod, “let’s do this together!” Holding eye-contact with him as best they could, the two naked teens approached the flustered man. Laura unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hands under it, caressing his chest as he had been caressing hers, while Helen unzipped his trousers and slipped a hand inside, massaging his rock-hard manhood through the fabric of his underwear while unbuckling his belt with her other hand. Mrs Langford could not help but giggled at the expression on her husband’s face but also felt aroused herself as the nubile teenagers, both completely nude, pawed at his body then pulled down his trousers and underwear, leaving him exposed and standing proud. As both girls knelt in front of him, smiling up at him demurely but with mischief in their twinkling eyes, she wondered how many times since they came to live and work at the school he had fanaticized about such a scenario.

Reaching up, Helen began to stroke the rather bemused but very grateful man’s hard cock. It was bigger than she would have expected and, like Laura, she started to recognise how handsome he really was. Okay, given the choice between him and Frank she’d have chosen the reporter but there were certainly less attractive mature men in her life! Kneeling on his other side, Laura began to softly lick his balls, caressing them with her tongue then taking one completely into her mouth as Helen closed her freshly-licked lips around his shaft. Laura continued to lick the base of his cock, his balls and all around while caressing his inner thigh with her soft hands. After a little over a minute, Helen took him out of her mouth then the two girls kissed each other sensuously before Laura took over, putting her lips and tongue to good use while Helen teased his inner thigh with her tongue. Mrs Lanford said nothing but quietly slipped her hand down the front of her own trousers and pleasured herself with her fingers, something she had not done for several years, while she watched the two nymphs pleasuring her husband with their mouths. The pair kissed once more but instead of swapping so that Helen would suck him again, they both began to kiss and lick along the length of the heavily-breathing man’s throbbing manhood.

“Which of us do you want to finish you off?” Helen asked in a husky, porn-star voice designed to titillate and tease.

“Surprise me!” He managed to gasp in reply, closing his eyes. The girls glanced at each other and Laura nodded, smiling. She took him in her mouth, wrapping her tongue around him and taking him as deep as she could, right to the back of her throat. At the same time, Helen resumed licking his balls, using her finger-tips to tickle them lightly then teasing with the tip of her tongue. Mr Langford shuddered and groaned then gave a deep sigh as he shot his load into Laura’s waiting mouth. As she had done in the woods the night before, she swallowed then sucked him clean, enjoying his moans of pleasure as her young tongue teased his extremely sensitive cock-head.

“Feel better?” Mrs Langford chuckled, licking her own sticky fingers and tasting her own juices mixed with the butter and oil as the girls stood up, grinning and wiping their mouths.

“Phew, yeah!” Mr Langford chuckled. “Um… Thanks, girls!”

“You’re welcome!” Helen giggled.

“Yeah!” grinned Laura. “Thanks for providing my last meal! Hope you enjoy lunch!” Both girls giggled at how flustered and confused poor Mr Langford still looked.

“Okay!” Mrs Langford clapped her hands together, suddenly all business once more. “Helen, you need to shower and get dressed. Ted, do you need a rinse off too? Maybe Helen can help you?”

“Come on!” Helen giggled, grabbing the embarrassed but satisfied naked man by the hand and dragging him towards the shower.

“Just a quick one, mind!” Mrs Langford called after them. “No time for playing around, just get yourself cleaned up then come and get dressed. I’ll make sure Laura is properly coated.” Knowing that the time for playing was over, Laura stood obediently with her arms held out by her sides while Mrs Langford completed rubbing the moisturising mixture all over her body and redistributing any that had been smudged while she gave Mr Langford what was surely the most memorable blowjob of his life!

Fifteen minutes later, Helen was back in her uniform, fresh and glowing with her hair dried and brushed. Mr Langford was back in his casual clothes and Laura stood naked with her hair loose and brushed, the mix of butter and oil rubbed into every inch of her delicious teen body from the neck down.

“Right!” Mrs Langford smiled. “Time to deliver this little pig to slaughter!”

Although Mrs Henderson had said she could cover up with a towel if she wanted to, there seemed very little point to Laura in any modesty, especially now she had been rubbed all over with the oil and butter mixture – He body gleamed as if polished and she knew that wrapping a towel around herself would only spoil the towel and, after all, she was a pig being taken to slaughter! She had gone beyond the need for clothes.

They made a strange parade as they walked through the corridors, Laura in nothing but the skin coating, Helen in her pristine uniform and the two adults walking just behind in their working clothes. Sensing her nervousness, Helen slipped her hand into Laura’s and squeezed it as they walked.

“I left the book for Josh in our bedroom.” the naked girl smiled to her friend. “Will you see that he gets it?”

“I’ll make sure he does!” Helen promised with a sweet smile.