Once they had dried off, the pair, wearing towels and nothing else, went to the classroom where the rest of the cast were getting changed. Out the window they could see lots of parents arriving for the play which would take place on the school field. Elizabeth saw her Daddy, walking and chatting with Preston’s dad, but he was not looking in their direction. Preston’s mum was in the room of course, helping some of the children playing the villagers on with their costumes. She smiled when she saw the two leads arrive and picked up their special costumes from the back of a near-by chair. To put on the costumes, they of course had to take off their towels, leaving them completely naked, but that did not bother them as they would be baring all in front of the whole school and a lot of the parents very soon anyway, plus they would not be around to be teased afterwards so where was the harm? The underwear that went under the explorer costumes was all part of the fun and, once they were dressed, they sat in front of a propped-up mirror so Preston’s mum could do their hair.

As the play was a comedy and they were playing Victorian explorers, their looks were designed to be comical. Elizabeth’s hair was piled up in a “granny bun”, with a loose strand falling either side of her face, and she wore large, round glasses. The over-all look made her resemble a heroine from and old pulp comic strip which were full of hapless explorers getting cooked by savage cannibals. Preston’s hair was swept back and parted to the side and his mum applied fake muttonchops and a huge moustache, held on with water-soluble glue. His costume was completed with a monocle on a chain which he wore over his left eye. Everything was ready and it was time to start the show! Most of the rest of the cast patted the friends on the shoulders or wished them luck and happy cooking before going to take up their starting positions.

In the audience, on the folding chairs set out on the grass in front of the stage, the two dads were waiting excitedly, sharing a flask of coffee which Preston’s Dad had thoughtfully brought with him. Beside him was a seat reserved for his wife who joined them just as Mrs Parker took to the stage to give her introduction. The seats for the parents were behind the other pupils who sat on the grass but still close enough to the stage to get a great view! She praised the children who, she assured the audience, had come up with the story themselves and had been very much involved in the creations of the props, costumes and scenery. Then she explained that there was an official video being made that all parents would be allowed to have copies of and photographs taken by one of the teachers which would, again, be made freely available. She therefore asked that parents not photograph or film the performance themselves as too many cameras and phones can block the view and spoil the experience for others. She ended by inviting all the parents to stay to partake of the delicious barbecue which would be served about an hour after the end of the show and explained that drinks and nibbles would be available to tide them over immediately after it was finished, when they pupils other than the cast would be returning to their afternoon lessons. With all the announcements out of the way, she invited the audience to applaud as the play began. Everyone watching obliged enthusiastically as the children in the first scene took their places on stage.

The story was genuinely amusing! It started with the two explorers, played by Elizabeth and Preston, promising the museum they worked for that they would bring back something special from their next expedition. They then set off into the jungle, on the trail of what they believed to be a hidden tribe that nobody had ever made contact with before! But while they were searching for the tribe, the tribe was hunting them! Various other members of the class played employees of the museum, members of the tribe, guides and other people who gave the explorers clues along their journey and even jungle animals or trees that would move around and tap the explorers on the shoulder or smack their backsides with their “branches” when they weren’t looking!

Eventually, the pair were ambushed by the spear-wielding tribesmen who stripped them first of their outer layers of clothing, the stereotypical tan explorer costumes consisting of shorts and short-sleeved jackets. Elizabeth’s were shorter to show off her legs, stopping high up her thighs, while Preston’s came almost to his knees. When the clothes were torn off, however, as they were designed to be, being held together with poppers and Velcro, the situation was somewhat reversed. Both wore old-fashioned white under-vests under their jackers and Preston sported baggy boxer-shorts, decorated with large hearts, that raised quite a laugh when they were revealed. Under her shorts, Elizabeth wore frilly bloomers, actually longer than the shorts, bunched up underneath and slightly weighted so that they would extend to their full length when released so that they hung comically close to her knees.

Once down to their boots, socks and humorous underwear, the two captured explorers were tied to sticks by their hands and feet and carried back to the village over the shoulders of some of the tribesmen. Once presented to the village, the villagers all swarmed them and tore off their underwear, throwing it triumphantly in the air and leaving them nude apart from their eyewear and their heavy boots over knee-high hiking socks. Although they were playing older, comical characters, there was no denying that the pair’s young bodies were very attractive and their naked forms elicited lots of whistles and loud vocal admiration, mostly from their fellow pupils but some from among the watching adults too. So loud, in fact, was the response to their exposure that Mrs. Parker had to stand and tell the watching schoolchildren to settle down so that the play could continue.

Since nothing immediately bad happened to them, the explorers then concluded that they were guests of the village and that their clothes had been removed because they were strange and offensive to their culture, given how little the villagers themselves wore. The children playing the villagers wore colorful loin-cloths and very little else, girls and well as boys, with their chests and torsos painted with bright patterns that pairs of friends had had great fun decorating each other with. They also wore heavy, multi-layered bead necklaces actually made from painted pasta which had been another project the whole class had engaged with so, in fact, they were all quite modestly covered, despite technically being near-nude, and certainly none detracted from the two leads who had everything on display! Even when presented with copious amounts of the best food, the clueless explorers concluded that they were being honored. A running gag through the play, as well as the apparent denseness of the explorers themselves, was how many precious gold artefacts the villagers had which they treated simply as amusing trinkets but which the explorers would try to steal only to be innocently foiled by the villagers who did not see the value in the gold and jewels, since they had so much of it, and did not realize that anyone would be interested in stealing it.

Much as they had with the art class, the friends found that, once the initial reaction of the audience had died down, they did not feel especially bothered about acting in the nude. Not only did they simply feel like they were wearing “naked people” costumes but their hairstyles and accessories, not to mention the thick socks and boots that they still wore, gave them a look that was far goofier and more comedic than sexual. Even the knowledge that the climactic scene of the play would feature them getting spitted for read did not phase them too much – it was simply another scene in which they had a part to play! Thanks to Elizabeth’s help in the shower, Preston was pleased to find that his willy remained relatively relaxed, and he was not having to remember his lines while sporting a throbbing erection but he was equally pleased to find, however, that it did swell just a bit, as it had for the art class, as if it knew it was on display, ensuring that he need not feel any shame in that direction!

The big reveal and central joke of the play was revealed when they were brought before the chief, on his large throne, and it was revealed that he spoke English perfectly with exactly the same posh accent as they had having been educated, it turned out, in a private school near London then at Oxford University where he studied classics. What the explorers had taken to be an isolated, backwards tribe who had never encountered an Englishman before were in fact perfectly aware of the outside world, they just chose to maintain their traditional customs – customs which included the occasional cannibal feast! It was only then that the dim-witted explorers realized that they were on the menu and once more found themselves tied up, in frames this time, while their bodies were rubbed all over with cooking oil. Now Preston could not control his body anymore, as it was caressed all over by pretty, near-naked girls from his class named Jasmine and Emily while, to his side, Elizabeth was being oiled with equal enthusiasm by two of the boys, and his tingling willy blossomed into full erection. Nobody was surprised or judged him for it, but it did earn him some affable applause from boys and dads in the audience, including his own.

Now it was time for the spitting itself! Although this would be involve real impalement with the spits used by the school to roast pupils for fairs and fundraisers, the process would only be partially completed on stage for the purposes of the performance and completed by the kitchen staff when they were taken to the real roasting area. As prepared as they were, both children still gulped when they saw the spits being brought out and the spitting benches, disguised with corrugated cardboard and camo netting, where brought out and placed before them. The villagers untied their oiled “guests” and, still in their boots and socks, led them forward.

Doing their best to remain in character, Elizabeth and Preston allowed themselves to be led forward, while all the time calling the villagers savages and demanding to be released in the name of Queen Victoria! They were led around to the front of the stage and turned to face the benches and the chief on his thrown beyond, so that the audience would get a good look at the spitting from the “business end” and any pain that might show on their faces would not be visible to them and spoil the light, comedic mood of the show. Both children, pushed on the shoulders by their captors, bent forward and presented their spit-holes. One villager stood either side of them, holding their hands in one of their and pressing down their shoulder with another, to hold them in place while two previously unseen villagers, taller than the others because they were, by necessity, played by members of the kitchen staff, approached with the spit.

To the relief and delight of both children and parents in the audience, who had not relished the prospect of seeing some of the “dinner ladies” in the skimpy villager outfits, the two youngest members of the team had been chosen, both only just out of secondary school themselves and working to save a bit of money so that they could travel before university. Their day-to-day tasks were usually the most menial but they were popular with the children whenever they got to interact with them and the two athletic teens certainly wore the costumes well, eliciting almost as many whistles and hoots as Elizabeth and Preston had when they bared all! The excitement at the scantily clad teenagers was quickly overshadowed, however, when the spitting began!

Lucas was in charge of spitting Elizabeth, and Caroline Preston. A hush fell over the excited audience, and many leaned forward as the tips of the well-oiled spits were inserted – Elizabeth’s into her wet and cunt and Preston’s, since he lacked a meat-girl’s traditional spit-hole, into his ass. It was uncomfortable, especially given the soreness from the night before, but he was grateful to his parents for the experience, especially his mum since her solid plastic strap-on gave him a good idea what to expect from this much longer, sharper steel phallus. Elizabeth moaned happily as her spit entered her, stretching open her pre-teen cunt the way her Daddy’s cock had in the bath. Then the tips of the spikes began to tear their way into the delicious young bodies. Both children involuntarily twitched and struggled as they were impaled, held down firmly by their friends. With some deep breathing, both were able to adjust quite quickly. For Elizabeth, the pain was intense but so was the pleasure from the thick pole continually being pushed deeper and deeper through her pussy, rubbing against her clit as it did so. Preston felt as if his ass was on fire and being torn wider and wider as the pole made its way inside but there was pleasure for him too. Both sensations became so intense in the two young, oiled, naked bodies that neither child could distinguish one from the other any more and they both moaned as the poles continued their journey, expressing both the most terrible pain and the most exquisite pleasure either had ever experienced.

“Just a little further!” Lucas whispered reassuringly, pushing the spit with one hand and patting Elizabeth’s rump with the other. “You’re doing great!”

“Nearly there!” Caroline assured Preston in the same quiet but warm tones, both having spitted enough children to know how to keep them calm and make the experience as quick and painless as it could be and that the more relaxed the piggy was, the easier the whole process would be. “Just one more push and…” The spits erupted out of both children’s mouths at the same time, pushing them open and scraping against their teeth. Both watched, a little cross-eyed, as the poles continued to emerge until they were far enough through.

“There we go!” Lucas gave Elizabeth’s perky round buttock a reassuring little squeeze and smiled. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?” Caroline patted Preston in the same place to signal to him that she was finished, thinking as he did so how juicy and delicious that olive-colored rump felt and looked and hoping that she’d be able to get a taste. “We’ll finish off later!” Lucas leaned in and whispered so the audience couldn’t hear. “Good luck with the rest of the performance!” The teens then slid one of the cross-spikes, usually used to skewer the meat-child’s arms and legs, through the closest hole to their feet, which were still encased in the boots and socks, so that they could press against them. A second bar was slid through each spit for them to hold onto with their hands as they stretched their arms out in front. The audience now applauded as the pair of spitted explorers were picked up, turned around and set on mounts at the front of the stage, facing each other, as villagers began to turn the spits so that the genuinely spitted pair, still in character, were turned over tissue paper flames.

Feeling unbelievably turned on as she watched her naked son and his gorgeous friend spitted then faux-roasted, Preston’s mum reached over to discretely put a hand in her husband’s lap and was happy to find that he was rock hard, without the need of any pills this time! She was sure that she was in for a great night later and, although she did not know him well enough to check, she was fairly sure that Elizabeth’s Daddy was just as aroused and she hoped the single widower would have some kind of outlet available to him that evening since, by then, his daughter would be nothing but bones and leftovers!

A quick vaudeville parody dance by most of the villagers indicated a scene transition, during which the spitted youngsters were carried off the stage to the real cooking area and the scene was set to continue the story. The next scene depicted the villagers sat around enjoying their meal – in reality cartoonish papier-mache meat around bones made from kitchen roll tubes, then a pair of skulls were brought out and presented to the chief, meant to be the skulls of the explorers. These were another pair of real skulls that Preston’s mum had purchased from the butcher and stripped of meat before boiling clean but instead of being painted gold and decorated with plastic jewels like the first pair, one of these wore a pair of glasses the same as Elizabeth’s while the one representing Preston had not only the monocle but the bushy moustache and muttonchops stuck on! These got a great laugh from the audience, as Elizabeth had hoped when she’d described the gag in the script, and the chief declared that they should be decorated as a gift for his good friend who he would soon be visiting!

The final scene of the play took place back in the museum from the beginning, where the chief, now wearing a smart suit, was having tea with the head of the museum who happened to be an old school friend of his! He presented his friend with a box from which he took the two golden skulls that Preston and Elizabeth had decorated together at their sleep-over. After admiring them, the museum director declared that they were a very welcome addition since he had been terribly let down by his two best collectors who had still not returned from their previous expedition!

The entire cast, minus of course the two leads and the kitchen workers who had followed them to the cooking area to complete their work, came onto the stage to take a bow, four of them holding the skulls as if they were additional cast-members, and were greeted with wild applause. Once this died down, Mrs. Parker got up once more to thank and congratulate them and to thank everyone for coming then to dismiss the rest of the school back to their classes and to repeat the invitation for the parents to stay for the real feast! Her own class, the cast of the play, were sent to change back into their school uniforms and, in the case of the body-painted villagers, shower before coming back to partake of the barbecue. As soon as it was polite to do so, the three parents of the stars were on their feet and walking briskly to the cooking area to get a look at their lovely children roasting for real!

As the final scenes of the story, they had written played out on the stage, the Elizabeth and Preston were taken to the cooking area and laid carefully, face-up, on tables close to the roasting pits to finish their preparation.

“Okay!” Caroline smiles as they were set down. “You can relax for a bit. Spread your legs a little and just put your arms by your side.” The spitted children did as they were told, finding that it was quite a relief not to have to support themselves as much as they had been doing by gripping one set of rods and bracing their booted feet against the other, despite the fact that both were impaled end-to-end by thick, steel poles. To make things as comfortable as possible for them, given the forced angle of their necks, they were laid so that their heads could loll over the end of the table.

“Bet your arms are sore!” Lucas observed as he began unlacing Elizabeth’s boots. “I wouldn’t want to have to do that! Don’t worry!” he smiled down at the naked meat-girl as he tugged the first boot off. “We’ll get you fixed to the spit properly before we put you over the coals, so you won’t have to do anything but just relax and enjoy cooking.”

“And be delicious of course!” Caroline grinned as she peeled off Preston’s socks.

“Well that goes without saying!” chuckled Lucas, doing the same to Elizabeth. The teens then used wet clothes to wash the meat-children’s feet then rubbed on some more oil to match the rest of their delicious young bodies. This tickled and both of them giggled around their spits. It was easy enough to take Elizabeth’s flake glasses off and tie her hair tighter, ready to be wrapped in foil so it wouldn’t burn over the coals but removing Preston’s stuck-on facial hair took a little more careful effort. Eventually, however, this too was removed, and his hair was similarly wrapped.

“Just one more thing we need to sort out for you!” Caroline grinned down at Preston, “Then we can get you both properly skewered!” It felt a little strange to both children to be part of a conversation but unable to reply. Still, it felt nice to be included, as if they were partners in a project rather than just the ingredients they technically were. Lucas began to oil up the sharp cross-skewers while Caroline finished Preston’s prep.

The ten-year old’s erection had sprung to life while he was being oiled up and the process of being spitted had done nothing to diminish it. Now he lay on his back, the pole running through him from ass to mouth and his oiled willy standing proud at forty-five degrees from his belly, his swollen, cum-filled “oysters” pulled tight in their sack below.

“Now I’m afraid this isn’t going to feel very nice,” Caroline explained apologetically, “but we don’t want to waste this, do we?” she ran a gentle fingertip along the length of his engorged shaft. With one hand, she gently pulled the hard organ upright and with the other she took a long, very thin but very shark steel skewer with a finger ring on the end so it could be easily held or pulled out, like a smaller version of the ones used for shish kebabs and inserted the tip into the hole at the end of Preston’s willy. It was painful for sure, maybe more painful than the spitting itself, and he tried to cry out but all that came was a muffled moan.

“I’m sorry.” Caroline sounded as if she genuinely felt bad about inflicting this pain on him, but both knew it was a necessary part of the cooking process that he had signed up for. “Shouldn’t take too long!” She twisted it as she pushed it deeper, to ease the passage, then when just judged that it was most of the way in, she carefully returned the member to its natural angle, while continuing to hold onto it, and pushed the skewer the rest of the way in so that it penetrated into the muscle below the root, pinning the “special sausage” in place. “Nearly done!”

Preston knew that for many boys in the school, having their willy handled under any circumstances by Caroline would be a dream come true but he was pretty sure that none of them would have wanted to swap with him at that moment! Still, once this secondary impalement was complete, the pain subsided and he was simply left with the rather uncomfortable feeling of needing to pee.

“Now the final touch…” Caroline took a metal cable-tie about a quarter of an inch thick and wrapped it around the base of Preston’s erection before pulling it very tight, cutting off the blood-flow in either direction so that it would not wither once his heart stopped beating and revert to the cocktail sausage she had seen between the legs of cooked boys in the past when similar precautions had not been taken. “There we are!” she grinned. “Ready with those skewers?”

“I certainly am!” Lucas grinned back, separating four from the bundle and handing them over with a flourish before turning his attention to the lovely little girl who lay on the table in front of him, fully spitted and awaiting skewering. As he looked down at her impaled, delicious young body he was very grateful for the tight thong he wore under his loincloth which held everything in place, flat to his body. Although he was sure that nobody would blame him for the throbbing erection, he was currently enduring, it struck him as unprofessional!

“Okay, sweetheart.” He smiled as reassuringly as he could at Elizabeth. “Let’s do your legs first!” The ten-year-old meat-girl was laying with her legs comfortably parted. He nudged her to spread them just a little more so that he could slide one of the skewers through at thigh-level. Much easier to fit in was the one just below her knees, positioned to pierce her calves. When both were in place, he put a hand on the outside of each knee and forced the toned, meaty legs together. This was a whole new pain and Elizabeth tried to cry out but the spit filling her throat made this impossible, instead limiting her exclamations to muffled squeaks. Once her legs were together, pressed either side of the pole, Lucas took one of the metal cable-ties and pulled it tight around her ankles.

“Good girl!” he stroked her belly soothingly, wanting to keep her as calm and relaxed as possible. “Halfway there!” He then stepped around to the other end of the table where the sharp tip of the spit pointed, Elizabeth’s pretty, foil-wrapped head tilted over the edge. She watched in aroused fascination and apprehension as he slid the two front skewers in – one at bicep level and the other ready to pass through the middle of her fore-arms. Once these were in place, he quite gently, almost lovingly, held her hands then pulled them up and over before forcing her arms onto the waiting spikes. While it was painful once more, it was a much shorter ordeal than the legs and in no time at all, her wrists were being cable-tied as her ankles had been and she was ready to go over the coals!

By then, Preston was also ready and two of the other teachers came over to help carry the piggies to the coals. As she started to turn, the intense heat radiating up from beneath, Elizabeth saw that a small crowd had gathered to watch and that her Daddy was right at the front. He smiled encouragingly when their eyes me and blew her a kiss. Beside him stood Preston’s parents, their arms around each other as they watched their tasty little boy beginning to cook. They waved excitedly to him. Now Lucas and Caroline began to baste the roasting children with a sweet honey barbecue sauce.

As they began to cook and the smell of roasting meat filled the air, more and more uniformed school-children from their class, many of them with wet hair from the showers, began to join the parents watching the friends roast. Elizabeth was humping the spit aggressively, incredibly aroused by the fact that she was cooking, and in such a public way with so many people watching, but Preston simply closed his eyes and pictured himself on a beach, imagining that the heat from the coals over which he turned was the sun blazing down on him as he worked on his tan. He was feeling sleepy now, all his senses heightened by the excessive stimulation of the spit and the coals, the sound of his own blood amplified in his ears sounding like waves breaking on the shore as he drifted off to sleep. Elizabeth could feel the climax building, every nerve in her body on fire, until finally the overwhelming flood of pleasure ripped through her body. Neither roasting child even noticed when their hearts stopped, and they made the final transition from person to meat.

Three quarters of an hour later, the meat was ready to serve. Caroline and Lucas, the only two members of the cast still in their costumes, did the carving. Of course, the first to be served were the three parents. As well as some juicy slices of rump and thigh meat from both carcasses piled onto each plate, Preston’s mum was given his sausage and his dad his oysters. As Elizabeth’s only parent, her Daddy was given both her fillet and her lovely budding little titties.

“Oh wow! It’s so juicy and delicious!” Preston’s mum gushed as she pulled the skewer out of her son’s roasted willy and bit it in half. “Here!” she held the stump out to her husband. “You must try some!” He took a small bite and agreed that it was a delicacy indeed! Elizabeth’s Daddy was savoring the delicious, smokey, sweet flavor of his daughter’s fillet when he was approached by Preston’s dad who held out his plate to him and pushed the one remaining testicle towards the edge with his plastic fork.

“Can I tempt you?” he asked. “Don’t get these very often!” Gratefully, Elizabeth’s Daddy picked up the pale pink morsel and popped it into his mouth. It burst as he bit into it and he chewed happily, enjoying the rare treat.

“Here!” he smiled, gratefully, “Fair exchange is no robbery!” and he transferred one of the of the firm, pointy little titties onto the other man’s plate.

By the time the bell rang for the end of school rang that day, there was nothing, but inedible scraps left on the two carcasses. In keeping with the story of the performance, their skulls were stripped and boiled and put on display in Mrs. Logan’s classroom where they remained until she retired, often finding use as visual aids, subjects for art and props for future performances, after which she took them home with her and kept them on her mantle-piece as a reminder of one of the highlights of her career and the two delightful, creative children who had made that experience possible!

The End