Campfire Companions
By
Edward Hyde

“Sweetheart? Can you come in here, please?” Sasha’s mum Laura called to her out the kitchen door. It was a warm day during the Summer holidays and the sweet, blonde eight year old was sat on a picnic rug on the lawn, playing with her dolls. Hearing her mum call, she put down her toys, brushed some loose grass clippings off her light, yellow dress and ran to her, smiling as she nearly always did.

“What is it, Mummy?” she looked up at Laura, her green eyes twinkling.

“I just got a call,” her mum knelt down to talk to her face-to-face, “a nice lady saw our advert and wants to buy you!”

“She does?” little Sasha bounced with excitement. “That’s awesome! When is she picking me up? Did she say how she was going to cook me? Should I go get undressed right now?”

“Woah there!” her mum laughed. “Steady on! She wants you for a family party on Saturday but she’s coming to see you this afternoon to check out the meat and be sure that you hit it off. She said it’s important to her and her husband that you like the people who are going to be eating you, she thinks that makes a piggy much tastier!” Sasha giggled.

The advert had been placed at the eight year old’s own suggestion just two days earlier, on Monday, and she had been rather impatiently waiting ever since for a response. Knowing how desperate she was to be eaten, Laura had offered to sell her daughter to a restaurant like Sidney’s or to a local butcher but Sasha had been adamant that she wanted to be sold to someone who had chosen her specifically. Her parents has also offered to cook and eat their little girl themselves but she said she wanted to be eaten by people who picked her to eat because she looked tasty, not because they knew and loved her. If she was going to be meat, she said, then she wanted to be only meat!

The advert, including three photographs – two nudes, front and back, and a clothed, informal picture to express her personality, had been posted in the Classifieds section of a popular social media forum and was far from the only such advert. In the weeks leading up to persuading her parents to post her own ad, Sasha had become a little obsessed with them, wanting to see every day how many new listings had been added and wondering how long after being marked as sold the girls and boys in the pictures were actually cooked. The price listed for her was based on her weight and the quality-assessment she had received at school, something that all children received annually whether they really had any plans of becoming meat or not.

“When is she coming, Mummy?” the excited little girl asked, rocking on her heels with excitement.

“In a couple of hours.” Laura assured her, stroking her hair. “You can go back and play for a while. I’ll let you know when the time gets close so you can have a shower. I expect she will want to see you in the nude but it would probably be polite to put a clean dress or at least a t-shirt on to greet her.

“Okay!” Sasha sighed, rolling her eyes a little. Grown-ups and their strange social rules could be so silly sometimes, but she didn’t want the lady to think her rude and decide not to buy her after all so she agreed before going back outside to resume her game. Now, however, instead of the dolls being on a shopping trip together, they were choosing who among them was going to be cooked for the others. Once undressed, Sasha tied the chosen doll to a stick and began to turn her over an imaginary fire as if toasting a marshmallow. She got very absorbed in this game and was still enjoying it when her mum called that it was time to come in and get cleaned up.

Before undressing for the shower, Sasha looked in her wardrobe for something suitable to put on afterwards, however silly it might seem to her to need to cover up. After a fairly short time she decided on her one-piece playsuit, mostly white with a light-blue flower pattern, thinking that she liked the way it showed off her figure, despite being quite loose, and also that it was very easy to take off as she was sure the buyer would want to take a good look at her meat! After her quick but thorough shower, she stood in front of the mirror, admiring her own naked body as she dried her pretty, long golden hair.

At only eight years old, there were no signs of adolescence in her body yet but she still looked pleasingly feminine with a lovely bubble-butt she was very proud of. Her nipples were pink and puffy on her otherwise flat chest and her vulva was plump and meaty-looking under her gently convex belly. Although nobody would describe her as chubby, her body had a lovely, over-all meatiness and she was sure that she would cook up deliciously however the people buying her wanted to prepare her. Once her hair was dried, she slipped the one-piece garment on, tied her hair in a pony-tail and went downstairs, barefoot, to wait with her mum for the buyer to arrive.

She did not have to wait long before a big, expensive-looking family SUV pulled into the driveway and a friendly-looking couple, around her parents’ age, she thought, got out. She bounced to her feet and was at the door with her hand on the latch before they had even rung the bell.

“Well hey there, cutie!” the lady grinned as Sasha opened the door, her mum stood close behind her. “I’m Pam and this is Jack.” She introduced her husband who grinned at the young girl. “May we come in? We heard there was some good meat for sale here?”

“Oh yes, of course!” Sasha beamed, ushering them in.

“Can I get you a coffee or anything?” Laura asked as they both agreed that a coffee would be nice. “Great!” she smiled. “I’ll leave you to get to know Sasha a little. I’ll just be in the kitchen!” The downstairs of the house was fairly open-plan and the living room could easily be seen from the kitchen so she was fine with leaving her confident young daughter with the strangers. She knew that if Sasha got a bad feeling from them or didn’t like them for any reason and didn’t want to be eaten by them, she would tell her so. Although she couldn’t really hear the conversation, she could see from the looks on everyone’s faces that it was going well.

“Here we are!” she grinned, bringing in the tray with the drinks and a plate of biscuits and setting it down on the coffee table. The couple leaned forward gratefully to take their hot drinks and Sasha reached for her orange squash. Taking her own mug and a biscuit, Laura sat down and smiled. “So, how is everything going? You three getting along well?”

“So well!” Sasha enthused. “They want to cook me at a family party at this outdoor activity place where they go every year and they said I can go early in the day and have fun with them too and there’s going to be a boy being cooked too!”

“Wow!” chuckled her mum. “You said that all without taking a breath! Sounds like you’re quite keen?” Sasha nodded happily, smiling and swinging her feet, gripping the edge of the sofa seat. “Is this something you do every year?” she turned to the couple.

“The event is, yes.” The woman explained warmly. “But this is the first year there’s not been any suitable volunteers in the family for dinner so we’re buying some piggies. That’s why we’d like to invite them to join in the day’s activities too. My sister did say she’d volunteer if we couldn’t find anyone suitable,” she addressed this to Sasha, “but she’s thirty-four, and I don’t think anyone wants to eat such an old lady, eh?” She winked at the little girl who giggled and confirmed that the lady would be nowhere near as tasty as someone her own age! “That’s what we thought!” chuckled Pam. “So, are you in?” Laura looked at her daughter, smiling.

“Everything sounds good to me,” she confirmed, encouragingly, “but it’s up to you! You’re the one getting eaten after all!” Sasha realised that all eyes were on her now and she loved being centre of attention. This, she realised, was only a little taste of the attention she would get on the day itself when the twenty or so members of the extended family would gather to eat her and the boy who had also been picked.

“Yes, Mummy!” she looked over and smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement once more. “I’d like you to sell me to Pam and Jack!” The couple looked relieved and delighted, and her mother smiled warmly.

“Congratulations!” she turned to the couple. “You’ve bought yourself a piggy!”

“Lovely!” Pam clapped her hands together in delight. Jack touched her on the arm and gave her a meaningful look as if trying to remind her of something. “Oh yes!” she chuckled. “Do you think we could take a little look at what we’re buying? She looks delicious in the photographs and so sweet in person but we would like to see her… you know, the meat?”

“Of course!” Laura chuckled. “She’s been dying to show you! Go on, honey!” She nodded at Sasha who immediately hopped to her feet and started to unbutton the back of her playsuit then dropped the straps, pulled it down and wriggled out of it then stood, completely naked, with her arms by her sides, presenting herself to the buyers.

“Oh my!” Pam grinned. “You look even tastier in person than you did in the photos. Turn around for us, dear?” Sasha did as she was asked and turned slowly in a circle, showing off her naked young body from every angle. She could not resist wiggling her bottom a little as it pointed towards the nice couple.

“Why don’t you let them have a feel?” her mum suggested. “That’s the best way to asses it!” Happily, Sasha trotted over to them and offered herself for closer inspection. Jack was the first to reach out, feeling her belly, hips and thighs. His wife then squeezed her plump pussy lips together before, to Sasha’s thrilled surprise, slipping a finger inside her then tasting her sweet honey by sucking her finger, a very happy expression on her face.

“Oh that’s so good!” She exclaimed. “Do try some, Jack!”

“May I?” the man asked politely, extending a finger. Sasha nodded then moaned slightly as the thicker, slightly rough finger was slipped between her thick, meaty lips. “Oh wow!” he agreed as he sucked on his sticky finger. “That really is delicious! Yup!” he grinned up at Sasha. “We have to have you!”

And so the deal was done. Somewhat reluctantly, Sasha put her playsuit back on and sat back down on the sofa while the details were discussed. The family would be camping at the activity site on Friday night but Sasha would be delivered on Saturday morning, after breakfast, so that she could join in the day’s activities. The couple explained what clothes she would need – the idea of needing any at all was puzzling to the little blonde at first but they explained that some of the activities would need a degree of protection as she wouldn’t want to cook covered in scrapes and grazes. She understood once it was explained in this way but was happy when they said she needn’t bring a swim-suit if she didn’t want to, although she would be welcome to wear one. Laura made a mental note to pack one just in case in the back-pack the couple suggested Sasha bring with her so that all her stuff could be kept together to return on their way home from the camp.

“What about the boy I’m going to be cooking with?” Sasha asked, curiously. “Will he be there too?”

“I’m hoping so.” Pam replied. “We’re going to go see him next. In fact,” she set her coffee cup down and glanced at the time on her phone, “we should really be getting going. It’s been lovely meeting you,” she smiled at both Sasha and her mother, “and we’ll look forward to seeing you on Saturday!” Both she and her husband gave the eager young meat-girl kisses on the cheek and shook her mum’s hand before she showed them to the door.

“So,” Laura grinned at her daughter once the car had pulled out of the driveway. “Happy now?”

“Yes!” beamed Sasha. “Very much so!”

The rest of the week could not pass quickly enough for Sasha but eventually Saturday arrived and her mum drove her to the activity camp-site, wearing jeans, a pink t-shirt with a yellow zip-up hoodie over the top and her pink trainers which were no longer quite as bright pink as when she had first got them a couple of months earlier. She had a back-pack with her big enough for all her clothes which, for now, contained a big towel, her Lion King swimsuit that her mum had put in despite her protests and a pair of flip-flops.

Pam and Jack were waiting for them in the car-park when they arrived and Sasha leapt out of the car to hug them before her mum had even finished parking the car. Quickly, she ran back to wish her mum goodbye with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek as if she were being dropped off for simply a fun day out with friends, not a day which would end, for her at least, with being roasted and eaten. The couple promised to bring her pack with her belongings by the next day on their way home and Sasha waited impatiently while the adults stood in the car-park sorting out the transfer of the agreed-upon sum on their phones. Once the transaction was complete, she gave her mum another quick hug then walked off into the site, walking between the nice couple and holding their hands.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the area where the family had set their tents up. There were about twenty people, two couples who looked quite old and were probably the grandparents, to a young woman with a baby. There were a few children and teenagers too so Sasha wondered why none of them had wanted to provide the evening’s meal, not that she was complaining of course. Perhaps none of them had wanted to, although that seemed quite unusual with a group this size that there would not have been one volunteer among them, apart from the lady in her thirties that Pam had mentioned of course! Looking around, Sasha wondered which of the women it was who had made the offer. Some of the children were playing but most of the others were finishing their breakfast, some already dressed and others still in their pyjamas.

“Sandra and Chris are getting married next month.” Pam explained, pointing out the young woman with the baby and her husband, as if sensing the little meat-girl’s question. “Lots of the younger cousins are going to cook art the wedding, which is why nobody wanted to get eaten today!”

“Oh I can understand that!” Sasha giggled. “I was sad a couple of years ago when my cousin picked someone else as their flower-girl. But I guess it’s good for you because you get to eat me today instead!” She grinned proudly up at her new friend.

“Sasha?” A surprised voice called out. She looked around to see a boy from her class, Andy, sat among the others, enjoying a can of cola.

“Andy?” She grinned and waved excitedly. “I didn’t expect to see you here! Is this your family? You’re in for a treat for dinner!” She put her hands on her hips and posed proudly.

“No!” Andy chuckled, coming over to greet her. “I just got her a few minutes ago. I’m here to be their dinner tonight. Apparently there’s a girl coming too?”

“That’s me!” Sasha replied in surprise. “Wait, so you’re the boy I’m going to cook with?”

“Guess so!” Andy grinned. “How cool is that?” The two hugged and bounced on the spot with excitement. Both were looking forward very much to cooking that evening but knowing that they were going to cook with a friend made it even better.

“I didn’t know you wanted to be meat?” Sasha asked with curiosity, holding her friend’s hands and smiling at him. He too was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt but his was white and had a picture of Spider-Man on it. There was a back-pack by the chair he had got up from that she assumed was his.

“I didn’t know I did until last week!” He admitted. “But I was at the butcher shop with my mum and saw a couple of boys being chopped up and it just sort of click, you know?” Sasha nodded happily. “So I asked mum to put up an advert and Pam and Jack bought me!”

“I didn’t see your advert?” Sasha frowned. “And I looked on the site every day!”

“Oh it wasn’t on the internet,” Andy explained, “it was in the church newsletter. Pam and Jack are friends with my parents.”

“Aah that makes sense!” Sasha grinned. “But a bit of a risk I guess as only a hundred or so people would see the advert?”

“I was a bit embarrassed about too many people seeing me in the nude.” Andy blushed. “I know that’s how you have to cook but I thought if it was on the internet thousands of people would see it rather than just the people who got the newsletter!”

“You’re not going to be shy about cooking naked are you?” Sasha giggled, imagining her friend trying to cover himself while he roasted.

“Nah it’s fine.” He grinned. “When I’m cooking I’ll just be meat and meat doesn’t wear clothes, right?”

“Right!” Sasha agreed, giggling.

“Oh! You two know each other?” Pam asked, smiling happily and putting a hand on each of their shoulders. “That makes this even more special!”

“Yeah!” Andy beamed up at her. “We’re friends from school!”

Pam looked down admiringly at her chosen pair of piglets. When tasked with finding the meat for the family get-together, she and her husband had decided that they’d like to find a boy and girl who looked alike. As was pretty usual at any given time, there were far more girls for sale than boys, and they had narrowed it down to four until they had been handed the church newsletter on Sunday and had seen the advert for Andy. Once deciding that they would have him as one half of their special meal, they had picked Sasha from among their short-list as she looked the most like him.

Both were blonde with cute, round faces. In fact, both had reminded Pam a little of Disney characters – a younger version of Alice in Wonderland and Christopher Robin from the Winnie the Pooh cartoons. Although she knew that they were not, it was easy to imagine that the pair were siblings. They would look so cute roasting back to back!

Soon breakfast was finished and the two young roasters got chatting to members of the family as others finished getting dressed, helping the younger children or cleaning away the breakfast things. They both quickly concluded that they were lovely people that they were very happy to be eaten by – not that they had a huge amount of choice any more, now that money had changed hands and the sales were confirmed, but it was nice for both the meat and the diners to know that everyone was content with the situation. The blonde pair were so sweet and enthusiastic that the family couldn't help loving them just a little and this made them even more excited for the evening’s meal.

The day consisted of all sorts of fun outdoor activities including wall-climbing, walking on ropes suspended between trees for which they all needed to wear safety harnesses and helmets, zip-lining and an obstacle course. After lunch, which for Sasha and Andy consisted of protein shakes since they should not eat very much so close to cooking but needed to keep their energy up for the fun activities, the next activity was announced as kayaking in the lake. This was the activity that the family put swimsuits on for, especially as it was to be followed by a simple swim and splash-around in the warm water. Sasha had been all set to simply go nude for this activity but when she saw that Andy had changed into swim-shorts, she felt a little sorry for him and put on her one-piece swimsuit out of solidarity. She knew he was a little self-conscious about getting naked before he absolutely had to and didn’t want him to feel pressured.

Once the boats were put away and everyone, even the grandparents, just began to relax and enjoy the water, however, she slipped it off and encouraged Andy to do the same.

“Let them get a good look at the menu!” she grinned and, knowing that the cooking was only a little over an hour away, Andy agreed, blushing as he allowed Sasha to pull down his shorts but very quickly relaxing and finding it quite liberating and fun to swim in the nude. Nobody seemed to complain and, in fact, some of the older children and teenagers, several of whom would be cooking at the upcoming wedding, decided to join them and skinny-dipped in the warm lake with the sun beating down from above.

At around four o’clock, Jack and a couple of the other men and boys went to get dressed, saying that they were going to build the camp-fire and get it going ready to cook over. Everyone else stayed for about another half an hour, the grandparents now sitting on deck-chairs on the little beach watching the younger family-members enjoying themselves and deriving just as much pleasure from this as those in the water. Then Pam announced that it was time for everyone to go shower off and get dressed, ready for dinner. She asked her sister Julie, the one who had been willing to cook if nobody else could be found, to take the young roasters and get them ready.

There was a shower and toilet block on the site, close to the lake, which most of the party now made their way to. Andy had gone to put his shorts back on, seeing that the others who had stripped off were putting their swimsuits and shorts back on, but this time Sasha had told him not to be silly. Their time joining in the family activities was over and from now on they were meat. The pair walked either side of Julie, holding her hands, and attracting several comments about how tasty they looked, especially their yummy little rumps that were both round and meaty.

Before the shower, the naked pair were told to sit on the toilet and empty their bladders. Julie then used a sort of hose fitted to a plastic bottle on each of them in turn to make sure they were clean and empty on the inside. It felt a bit uncomfortable and a little humiliating but not at all painful and didn't last long. After only a couple of minutes, she led them through into the shower area.

“Who’s going first?” Julie asked with a grin, holding up the rough scrubbing-sponge and the bottle of scentless soap that was marketed as suitable for cleaning meat-girls and boys. The children glanced hesitantly at each other but then Andy stepped forward and offered himself. The shower area was open and Sasha leaned against the tiled wall, watching her friend being scrubbed as the others rinsed off around them, most keeping their swimsuits on while they did so.

“So were you really going to be roasted if they couldn’t find anyone else?” she asked Julie in a conversational tone as the pretty lady scrubbed Andy’s back between his shoulders, turning his skin bright pink.

“Yes, I would have volunteered but you two look a lot tastier!” she grinned cheerfully. “I think they’ll enjoy you a lot more!” Sasha couldn’t help being pleased by this. “I help out at a homeless shelter sometimes,” Julie continued, “so I’ll probably volunteer there in a bit, after the wedding of course!” There was no denying that a lot of the younger members of the family were very tasty-looking and Sasha could well understand Julie’s desire to enjoy their meat before volunteering her own. “Turn around for me.” Julie smiled and Andy did as he was told.

“Do you know how we’re being cooked?” Sasha asked as Julie lifted her friend’s chubby little willy and scrubbed around it.

“They’ve got a special spit type of thing designed for cooking two people on.” Julie smiled, scrubbing Andy’s belly. “You’ll be fixed to it back to back but not impaled so you should last quite a long time!”

“Oh good!” Sasha grinned. “You only get to cook once after all, eh? I want to enjoy it!”

“Sounds fun!” Andy agreed. Having his hairless little willy and balls scrubbed had felt strange but quite nice. Now he was done, fit for human consumption as Julie teased, patting him on the bottom, and he stepped aside to let Sasha get the same treatment. Once again, Julie started with her back then her cute, round backside which she complimented as she scrubbed. When her legs were done, the little girl turned around and stood demurely as her chest, belly and plump little pussy were nicely scrubbed. Feeling the rough sponge over her nipples made her sigh and groan a little but it was nothing compared to feeling her prime fillet being cleaned, especially when Julie pulled her lips apart a little and scrubbed the tender flesh between, especially her hard little button.

“Jack and my sister really outdid themselves!” Julie exclaimed with admiration once both children were scrubbed pink, clean and ready for oiling. “Two such yummy, tender young piggies!” They both beamed proudly. Of course it had taken much longer to scrub them than most of the others had spent rinsing off so everyone else was dressed and waiting around the camp fire as Julie led the two naked eight year olds back to the family’s area where everything was set up for their cooking. As she was still in her swimsuit and needed to change, Pam took over the preparation once they arrived.

“Oh my!” She beamed, kneeling down and putting a hand on both cute, meaty rumps. “You both look so delicious, I could just gobble you up right now!”

“I’m sure we’ll taste better cooked!” Sasha giggled.

“Aah you’re probably right!” agreed Pam with a chuckle. “Let me show you how you’ll be cooked!” She directed their attention to metal pole, a bit like a piece of scaffolding or climbing frame, that was sticking straight up out of a sort of stand. At the bottom were thinner bars sticking out and a little further up were prongs which stuck out at about forty-five degrees. Just above there were what looked like large handcuffs, open and waiting. A similar set were at the bottom but facing the other direction. One more set was higher up. “Once you’re all fixed on here,” she explained, “we’ll put you into those mounts,” she pointed to the camp fire which had burned down and was glowing red, incredibly hot, with the occasional yellow flame dancing across the firewood, either side of which was a metal upright mount, one of which had a box attached to the bottom, “and you’ll turn automatically over the fire until you’re done. Don’t worry,” she smiled reassuringly, “we’ll keep basting you as you cook to make sure you stay nice and moist and your skin doesn’t crack!” Both children smiled, understandably nervous to a degree but more excited about what was about to happen and happy to see how much everyone gathered around seemed to be looking forward to eating them! “We’ve got the pegs nice and lubricated with cooking oil,” she continued with a warm smile, “but we need to get you two oiled up too!”

Another lady came to help and the meat-children faced each other, watching each other get coated from tip to toe, including their faces, in cooking oil. Andy’s hair was deemed short enough not to be an issue but Sasha long golden locks were tied up in a high but to keep it from dangling into the flames and catching fire.

“I’m looking forward to this,” Pam took Andy’s chubby, slightly longer than one inch willy between her finger and thumb, “but there’s something I’d like to do to make sure it cooks evenly. It will hurt a little bit,” she explained to the boy, “but I really think it’s worth it. Is that okay?”

“Oh yes!” Andy nodded. “I’m your meat after all, you can cook me however you like! And I want to be the best possible for you.”

“Good boy!” Pam smiled, patting him on the tummy before standing up. “I’ll be back in a moment!” Sasha wondered what they were going to do to Andy as she felt oily fingers slip inside her tight little ass. Her eyes went a little wide but not as wide as they did when those same fingers slid high up into her eight year old pussy. She had experimented pushing her own fingers up there of course, and some other things when she was feeling adventurous, and often liked to rub her little button, especially when she was alone in bed, but feeling a pair of adult fingers up there was a whole new experience. She was moaning sweetly, to the apparently delight of the watching family, when Pam returned.

“Here we are!” She was holding something up. Both children turned to look at it, Andy with a distinct vested interest, but neither could see what it was at first. Then Sasha realised it was a tooth pick or cocktail stick. “Now, this is going to sting, I’m sorry!” Pam apologised as she knelt down in front on the oily little boy once more. Andy looked down to watch and Sasha stepped a little closer, leaning in and peering, very intrigued, as Pam took hold of Andy’s willy once more and gently rolled back his foreskin, exposing the pink head, then inserted the tip of the stick into the hole. Andy winced as it was pushed in about half an inch, then gave a little yelp and a sob as it went in further. “Good boy!” Pam assured him, still pushing, slowing but with determination.

“Nearly there, that’s it. Just a little further…” Sasha reached out and held her friend’s hand for comfort as the lady continued to insert the stick, deeper and deeper, twisting it a little as she pushed to help its journey. Andy gave a weak smile and squeezed Sasha’s hand gratefully. “There!” Pam declared a few moments later, “All done! Not too bad, was it?” Andy smiled bravely and shook his head, dropping Sasha’s hand. “Good!” She smiled. “Just a moment and I’ll fetch some scissors to snip that end piece off!” Andy looked comically alarmed for a moment before realising she meant the inch or so of cocktail stick that protruded from the end of his willy which now stood out at a right-angle from his body.

“Hey, it’s not a party without sausages on sticks!” Sasha giggled as she looked down at the impaled little willy, looking very much like an uncooked cocktail sausage. “How does it feel?”

“Like I need to pee really really badly but can’t!” Andy admitted. He reached down and wiggled the stick a little then winced. “Ouch! Okay, that hurts when I wiggle it about!”

“Then I guess you shouldn’t wiggle it about!” Sasha pointed out teasingly and both giggled. “Is that your first stiffy?” She asked. She had learned about erections in science class at school but had never seen a real one. She knew Andy was probably too young to get them regularly and his willy standing out because it has a stick through it wasn’t quite the same thing, but it did seem pretty close to what she imagined it must be like.

“I get them in the bath sometimes.” he admitted. “Or in the mornings when I wake up. They usually just sort of go away.”

“I don’t think that one’s going anywhere!” giggled Sasha as Pam came back with the scissors. “Until someone eats it, that is!” Andy winced again as Pam snipped off the end of the stick then gently eased his foreskin back over the tip.

“There we go!” she beamed again. “All ready to cook! Now, we need a couple of the men for this next bit!” The oily children waited, intrigued, as Jack and another of the men came forward. Jack picked up Sasha under her arms and the other man took Andy. They carried them to the upright pole and seemed to have a quick discussion about which was going on which side then positioned them carefully. Sasha could feel the tip of the angled, metal peg pressing between her butt-cheeks and realised immediately what it was for.

“Just try to relax.” Jack told her, kindly. “I’m going to lower you down. It will feel uncomfortable at first but once you’re all the way on you’ll be able to stand on the rests by your feet, okay? You’re not going to be suspected from it or anything.” Sasha nodded and Jack started to lower her down, not pushing but just allowing her own weight to do most of the work. She could feel the rounded end of the peg enter her tight ass-hole. Other than the oily fingers just a few minutes earlier, and the enema of course, she had not felt anything passing through it in that direction before, and certainly nothing so thick! She gave a little whimper but that was all as Jack told her to straighten out her legs then legs go of her, completely, allowing her to slide the rest of the way until the eight-inch metal peg was firmly lodged up her ass.

Behind her, she could feel the same thing happening to Andy and their oily bodies slipped against each other as she extended her toes, feeling for the foot-rest. Eventually, she was able to put her feet flat and adjust to the discomfort of the steel intruder. She could feel Andy’s buttocks squashed tightly against her own and their shoulders touched too, either side of the thick pole.

“Wonderful!” Pam clapped her hands together. “That’s the most awkward part over. Now, it would be great and make things easier if you two could hold hands, please?” The children did as they were told, interlacing their fingers and pressing their shoulders even more tightly together. Sasha felt her button tingling like mad and wished that she could rub it, wondering if Andy’s impaled willy was feeling the same. The steel cuff-like bands were closed around their two wrists together and the catch turned to lock them in place. Then the same thing was done to their ankles. Finally, the collar bands were locked around their necks and they were all ready to cook.

“Ooh! One more thing!” Julie called out, “Hold on a moment!” She ran to one of the tents where the supplies were kept. The children were facing outwards from the pole, sideways on to the fire, and could only turn their heads a little in the collars but watched as best they could as the lady who had given them the very thorough scrubbing emerged from the tent brandishing two shiny red apples that she polished further on her shirt.

“This is what every piggy needs!” She held them out proudly. “Open wide, you two!” Sasha and Andy did as they were told and the apples were shoved quite far into their mouths. They bit down, lodging their teeth in the sweet flesh and feeling more like meat ready to roast than ever before!

“This is it!” Thought Sasha, although she could no longer speak, as the pole to which they were secured was lifted by Jack and another of the men and set over the camp fire. There was a little fiddling and some metallic sounds as the pair waited, feeling the searing heat from campfire below, then they began to turn. Almost immediately, some of the teens approached and began taking it in turn to baste the two slowly-rotating piggies with a sweet, smokey barbecue sauce. It felt soothing on their skin, providing respite from the red heat, and they could feel it mix with their sweat and trickle between them, pooling where their tender young bodies were pressed so firmly against each other. A girl of about fourteen was first to baste Andy and she paid particular attention to his little willy and balls, or sausage and oysters as the adults referred to them, and the boy of maybe seventeen basting Sasha did not disappoint her when he used to brush to give her meaty vulva and her tight pussy within a very thorough coating. In fact, it seemed to become a sort of impromptu tradition that as the pot was passed from one eager baster to another, the newcomer would always started with these rarest and most delicious of cuts.

The roasting was slow and gradually Sasha began to notice the sky taking on an orange-red tint, eventually becoming so much so that it was hard for either of the roasters to tell the sky from the fire as they turned over and over in the intense head, both feeling quite dizzy and disorientated both from the heat and the constant movement. The sky above grew dark as the early-evening sun sank below the horizon and soon the two cooking children and the hungry family waiting to eat them were all bathed in and illuminated only by the warm orange glow of the camp fire.

S asha and Andy squeezed each other’s hands as they turned, starting to feel sleepy from the heat and smoke from the camp-fire below. As their meaty young bodies pressed into each other, glued together by the thick, delicious sauce, they both began to forget that they were two different people and start to see themselves as one delicious piggy being roasted for the nice people’s dinner. Andy was the first to change utterly from child to meat. Sasha felt him stop breathing behind her and his grip go limp although she was only partially aware of it. Less than one minute after Andy passed one, Sasha took her last breath then she too was nothing but roasting meat.

A little over an hour later, the two children were ready to eat. Jack took charge of carving the meat. The first piece he cut was his wife’s requested treat. Clamping Andy’s little roasted willy in the barbecue tongs, he cut around the base and pulled it free. The little sausage came away from the body with just enough stick protruding for Pam to hold onto as she popped the delicacy into her mouth, pulled it off the stick and munched happily. His marble-sized oysters went to two of the teenage girls while Janice asked for the sack they came from. She wrapped a piece of cheese inside it then held the little meatball close over the fire on the end of a toasting fork until the skin was crispy and the cheese inside melted then she popped the savoury treat into her mouth, savouring the delicious smokey flavour and the mix of textures.

Next Jack turned his attention to Sasha’s lovely plump vulva – this was the cut he really wanted for himself, having been looking forward to it since he had tasted her sweet honey at her house a few days earlier. Having set the delicate cut aside on his own plate he began to carve the meat from the rest of the roasted carcasses. The whole family lined up with their plates and requested where they wanted the meat to come from, most wanting at least one slice of each child. Once everyone had got one plateful, Jack sat down next to his wife to enjoy his own dinner, some rump and thigh from each piglet added to Sasha’s prime fillet. Once they finished their first portions, the rest of the family started coming up and helping themselves to more.

By the time the last of the family went to bed that night, there was very little meat left on either carcass, including what had been the friends’ cute round faces. Pam and a couple of the other adults broke up the skeletons and put the bones in a large pot which they left over the remnants of the fire to simmer while they slept, ready to provide a nice tasty breakfast in the morning, all apart from the skulls, with the hair still attached, which they set aside ready to take down and throw into the lake before they left, following their family tradition.

It had felt a little strange not to be eating actual family members for their annual get-together but then everyone had the wedding to look forward to in just over a month’s time and everyone agreed that Sasha and Andy had been some of the tastiest little piggies that any of them had ever tasted!

The End