The only items of clothing the tall, beautiful, athletic black girl wore were a single gold bracelet around one wrist, a cord around her neck with a shark-tooth and the beads in the ends of her hair-braids. Otherwise she was completely naked, her body decorated with beautiful patterns in red, yellow and white paint.

“Wow!” Sarah exclaimed in delight when she saw her friend. “You look amazing!”

“Thank you!” Helen took her hands and leaned in to kiss her rather than going for a hug and risk smearing her body-paint. “Mum helped me with it. We copied the pictures in a book about Amazon tribes. Plus it’s good practice for the hunt!” She giggled. “Only then it will be camo stripes. Can’t make things too easy for Dad and his friends, can I?” she asked cheekily, her hands on her hips.

Cameron was pleased to see that her was not the only boy without underpants with grass-skirts and loin-cloths competing for popularity among the others. He did notice, however, that all the adults, men and women, had their private parts covered and no women over the age of fifteen were topless, a fact he couldn’t help being just a little disappointed by.

Once everyone had arrived, Ed tapped his glass for attention, Sarah stood close in front of him, and welcomed everyone then invited them to make use of the photo-opportunities before it was time for the cannibals to hunt their dinner!As Sarah had hoped, the photo-opportunities were a massive hit with girls and boys alike posing either as cannibals with a tasty prisoner or as their prey. She was also pleased to see how many of the more modestly-dressed girls and even some of the boys stripped off for the photographs, even if they did put their clothes back on again afterwards. Helen was unsurprisingly a big hit with the boys with many of them wanting to pose as her dinner-to-be! After a request from one, Ed found a spare length of rope in the shed and fashioned it into a sort of noose that could be used as a collar and leash and so the boy was photographed kneeling naked in front of her with her holding the rope that was pulled quite tightly around his throat. The more modest boys faced her for the photograph but many proudly faced the camera, their throbbing erections on public display. One boy of around fourteen, a several-times-removed cousin of Sarah and Shelly, asked her to face him as he knelt and rest her foot on his hard cock while she tugged on the rope around his neck. Helen of course loved the attention and found cannibal dominatrix to be a role she very much enjoyed!

Groups of friends posed in the artificially steaming pot, topless if not fully nude since only their top-halves could be seen anyway. Others posed at various points around the scenery, often conscripting those dressed as cannibals to pose either as if chasing them, holding them captive or preparing them to cook. The fake stone oven with its orange glow was also a very popular choice and many a bare behind was photographed sticking out of it, sometimes while prodded with a plastic or wooden spear.

Everyone wanted their photo taken with Sarah, most just posing in friendly ways with their arms around her shoulders like any other group of friends on a day out. It was her birthday party after all and most guests had brought cards since presents seemed a little pointless – she accepted them happily, thinking that they would be a nice memento of the day for her Daddy. She was sure to promise everyone that there would be time between her “capture” and spitting when they would be able to take a photo with their dinner, naked and tied up. She joked with many of her friends about what parts of her they expected to be the tastiest and what they were most looking forward to. Her prime fillet was, of course, reserved for her Daddy and she had asked that her little titties, such as they were, be given to Shelly and Cameron. Of course there was not enough meat in them to really satisfy so they would want some other cuts as well but even on a young, barely-developing girl like her there was a status attached to such intimate parts and she wanted them to go to two of the people most important to her.

A popular choice expressed by her friends was her round, juicy rump, in response to which she would happily joke that it was lucky there was plenty of it to go around! Her legs also seemed to get lots of people’s taste-buds tingling and others expressed a craving for crispy belly or ribs! Some even asked if the meat from her face would be available and she assured them that it would be if they wanted it! She knew that they slow cooking method would mean that she did not need to be gutted before cooking but that as her meat was cut away, it was inevitable that her innards would fall out. Ed has explained that edible organs like kidneys, hear and liver could be wrapped in foil and baked like potatoes in the coals while he would keep the inedible viscera to put out for the foxes that evening.

After Auntie Linda had stripped any usable meat from her bones once everyone had had their fill, they would be boiled slowly over night for a delicious soup and her head would be put out in the garden so that birds and insects could eat away any remaining flesh and her skull would be left as a nice ornament for the rockery. If anyone wanted her brains, Ed had promised to carefully cut the top of her skull off with a saw rather than let it be smashed open so it could still be put back together as an attractive display piece and talking point in the garden near the rose bush where he had promised to bury her bleached bones once all the goodness and flavour had been boiled from them. It amused Sarah to think of her head on a table with the top cut off and people eating out of it with spoons as if she were a giant boiled egg!

Finally it was time for the entertainment to begin! Cameron went around and gathered all his fellow “cannibals” who wanted to join in while Sarah collected together the other explorers. A few ground-rules were set out, of course, primarily that Sarah was the only one actually getting eaten that day and the rest of the chase was just a game so the “cannibals” should remember not to be too rough with their prey and also that, while the others could help Cameron to corner Sarah, only he was allowed to actually catch her. Since cannibals seemed to outnumber explorers almost three to one, the hunters agreed between themselves to work in pairs or little teams.

With the adults watching on indulgently, cameras and phones at the ready, the explorers were given a head start and scattered out around the garden, giggling with excitement. Ed led the watching adults in a count backwards from twenty and then the whooping savages set off in pursuit of their dinner!

There was much giggling and shrieking as the children hurtled around the garden, pursuing each other. While most cannibals went after any explorer they could get close to, a small group consisting of Cameron, Helen, Shelly and Tamara homed in on Sarah, spreading out to cut off any means of escape. Eventually, in a far corner of the garden, they managed to corner her and closed in on her as she giggled hysterically.

Eventually, Cameron launched himself at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her arms to her side. Soon, all the explorers were captured by their savage pursuers and were brought forward to where the adult guests were waiting and Ed, in his role as “Cannibal Chief” was to make the decision as to which captive they would eat that day.

He made a show of walking along the row of giggling prisoners, all held by equally amused cannibals, looking closely at each one and making comments about how tasty they looked. Sarah was more or less in the middle and he looked her over but then continued past, returning to her when he reached the end of the line. He looked at her deeply once more, lifting her head to inspect her teeth, making her giggle all the more.

“This is the one!” he announced grandly, met with cheers and applause from the watching adults. “The rest of you are free to go,” he told the other explorers who were duly released by their captors. “But we invite you to stay to share in our feast!” he told them magnanimously. Cameron now released his tight grip on Sarah and she stood with her feet comfortably shoulder-width apart while Tamara and Shelly held each of her arms out to the side, a broad grin covering her face and her heart beating fast. “Now,” Ed ordered, “remove this one’s clothes so we can see what we’re going to be eating!”

Hearing these words, Sarah’s heart began to beat very fast and the tingle between her legs intensified. She had been naked in front of her friends at her Sidney party of course, and several of them, including the two younger girls holding her arms, now only wore token pieces of clothing and Helen wore even less so it was not as if nudity was a huge novelty yet there was something about the idea of being stripped in front of practically everyone she knew who would be all be focussed on her and seeing her body as food at was incredibly thrilling.

The young friends had practised this part several times. The costume had been designed to come off easily for the original performance, but Cameron wanted to be very familiar with it so there would be no awkward fumbling once he had an audience. Plus getting to strip his pretty friend was rather fun! His body’s reaction to the thrill and anticipation of the moment made him wish that he had worn underpants after all but if anybody noticed his hard willy poking through his grass skirt, they did not mention it. All focus was on Sarah. As she held her new friend’s arm out by her side, however, Tamara did notice Cameron’s predicament and resolved to help him with it as soon as the opportunity presented itself!

He began by pulling open her jacket, revealing her budding chest and belly. Sarah did her best to look shocked, pulling a comical, round-mouthed and wide-eyed face. Leaving the sleeveless top flapping open, Cameron lifted her left leg, pulled off the unlaced boot the tore off the long sock, ripping it open along its velcro seam. He quickly did the same to her right leg. They had discussed beforehand the possibility of leaving the boots and shoes on until it was actually time for her to roast but Sarah knew that her Daddy had always found her little toes very cute and tempting and thought others might feel the same.

Next, he stood behind her and popped open the front of her shorts. Of course she was wearing no underwear underneath so as he pulled them town, she obligingly moving her feet closer together to make it easier, her deliciously plump vulva was revealed to the audience, many of whom clapped and whistled as it made its appearance. When the shorts hit the grass, Sarah lifted one foot at a time out of them so that Cameron could pull them away. He then took a short length of soft rope that Ed had provided and the girls released Sarah’s arms for a moment, pulling on her jacket which “forced” her arms back. As soon as the jacket was off, Cameron tied her wrists together and the birthday girl was left stood in front of all her guests, naked and utterly exposed, wearing nothing but her hat and a broad grin, excited by all the hungry looks her nude young body was receiving.

“Excellent!” Ed, still in character as Cannibal Chief nodded, looking Sarah up and down. “Turn around for us, piggy! Show all your meat!” Obligingly, Sarah gave a slow twirl so that the guests could appreciate her from every angle. It was her birthday celebration after all, so in a way it only made sense to be showing off her birthday suit! Hundreds of photographs were snapped as she turned and, when she had made a full circle twice over, she was led by Cameron and the younger girls to the jungle photo set where she would be tied up for anyone who wanted to take a picture with their dinner, past the very real coal-pit where she would roast very soon after. The coals were white now, ready to cook, a red glow emanating from between and beneath them showing just how hot they were! Although the lighter fluid had all burned off now, occasional low orange flames sprung up and danced their way across the surface before sinking back down once more. The spit was resting on the carving mount next to it where Sarah knew her delicious, golden roasted carcass would be carved in a few short hours time!

The pole they had selected to display Sarah on has a small cross-beam near the top, like a handle, since it had been made for the dance performance, so Sarah reached up and held onto this and Cameron tied her wrists in place. Next he tied her ankles together to the bottom of the pole and coiled more rope around her tummy and tied her securely in place. The muscles in her arms started to burn almost immediately but Sarah knew that it was all part of the performance, what she had signed up for. After all, as much as she was going to enjoy it and hump the spit the way she had seen other girls do, she was under no illusion that being spitted and roasting was going to be a comfortable experience!

Once she was securely in place, tied as tightly as if she were a real prisoner, but with somewhat more comfortable ropes, anyone who wanted to was invited to come forward and take a photo with her. While this was going on, Tamara grabbed Cameron’s hand and pulled him behind the high set. The back of the fake rocks was open showing the insides of the fibreglass and papier-mache facade and the mix of metal and wood frames and beams which supported it from the inside.

“Can’t have you all distracted while dinner’s being prepared!” the ten year old grinned cheekily, kneeling down and parting the raffia of his skirt. Let me help you with that!” She licked her lips then eagerly took his hard willy in her mouth, licking first the tip and then the shaft before closing her lips around it and beginning to bob back and forth. Cameron rested a hand on her head for balance and closed his eyes, allowing the blissful feeling to wash over him and it was not very long, despite the fun he had enjoyed with Sarah earlier in the morning, before he exploded in her mouth.

“Mmm yummy!” the sweet brunette stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Hope there’s more where that came from later? It’s good for my fattening after all!” She stretched up and kissed him deeply, allowing him to taste his own cum on her tongue, then took his hand once more and led him back around to the front, feeling far more relaxed for the time being at least, where the last few guests were having their picture taken with Sarah, Shelly taking on the role of official photographer as couples, individuals, groups of friends and family groups handed her their cameras and phones.

Soon, everyone was done with their photos and, to Sarah’s relief as it meant that her arms could be untied, it was time to get the main event under way! Cameron untied his friend and led his compliant captive over to the roasting area where Ed had brought out a wooden stool for her to bend over for the spitting. She stood waiting obidiently as Linda called Shelly and Tamara over and handed them a bowl full of slightly warmed oil to rub all over the piggy. She leaned down and spoke softly to them, words that Sarah could not catch, but they both grinned and nodded then came over towards her. Shelly set the bowl down on the stool then both took off their flower lays and bracelets.

“We don’t want to get them messy!” Shelly explained as they handed the adornments to Linda then wriggled out of their grass-skirts, leaving them just as naked as Sarah since she still wore her explorer’s hat and they their flower headdresses. The sight of the two nude little girls, soon to be piggies themselves, was clearly welcomed by the audience as they dipped their hands in the bowl and began to slather the oil all over Sarah’s lovely, soon to be roasted young body. While they worked, Linda came and took off the meat-girl’s hat then fixed her hair up in a bun on top of her head. Not the most flattering look she had ever sported, perhaps, but the only practical option if she did not want her head shaved before roasting!

Both girls worked diligently as Sarah stood calmly, despite her racing heart, with her arms held out slightly by her sides and her feet shoulder-width apart so that they could get all the way up her inner thighs too. When she reached her sister-cousin’s most intimate area, Shelly stuck her oily fingers up inside Sarah’s pussy and ass, as far as she could reach, to ensure the spit and stabiliser would be able to slide in easily. The lubrication of her tight little ass was welcome, although Shelly needn’t have wondered about her preteen cunt as it seemed to be doing a very good job of preparing for the spit on its own! Still, having her sweet little cousin-sister’s fingers up there felt incredibly nice and Sarah could not help feeling a little disappointed when she pulled them out.

“There!” Shelly beamed proudly, handing the bowl back to her mum. “All done!” Linda thanked them and handed them both clean damp cloths so that they could dab off the worst of the oil from their own now glistening young bodies. Ed took the spit from its mount and approached.

“Okay little piggy!” he grinned and winked at his daughter. “Let’s get you spitted!” He patted the stool and Sarah, taking a deep breath, walked forward and bent over it as she had practised so that her rump and eager little cunt were fully exposed. There were lots more photos being taken, of course, as Cameron tied the oily girl’s wrists to the legs of the stool then stood to one side awaiting instructions. Ed lowered the pointed end of the spit and inserted it carefully into Sarah’s well-lubricated spit-hole. He did not bother to ask if she was sure, he already knew the answer! Everyone had come for a meal of delicious roast Sarah and that was what they were going to get! “Okay!” he grinned as he started to twist and push, “Here we go!”

With all her family and friends looking on, many calling out encouragement, Sarah braced herself as the sharp metal tip of the spit began to press against her cervix. She knew that it was seconds away from tearing into her and from that moment on there would be no respite from its relentless passage through her body until it was all the way out the other end. Even now, seconds away from internal injuries which would likely prove fatal whether or not she went on to cook, there was no thought in her mind of backing out, of asking her Daddy to stop as she knew he would if she asked. No, all she thought about was how delicious she was going to be and how much everyone she cared about seemed to be looking forward to her meat! As he felt that the point of no return had been reached, a thought occurred to Ed.

“Before we go any further,” he smiled at the guests, the spit stationary for a moment in his hand, “I have an idea! This is Sarah’s birthday party after all and we’re all here to celebrate as well as eat her!” This provoked affectionate chuckles from the guests. Sarah was puzzled and a little frustrated by the pause but eager to hear what her Daddy was going to say. “Now of course, since this is a birthday party, we have a cake for later but, for obvious reasons, Sarah won’t be around to enjoy it with us.” More chuckling followed this observation. “So while I spit our delicious piggy here, I think it would be nice if we all sang her Happy Birthday!”

Although he wanted her to enjoy the experience, Ed did not think Sarah’s full attention being on the spitting was a good idea, especially as it was bound to be painful however sharp the spit was and however smooth its journey. If he could work quickly while she was a little distracted, then he hoped he could get her impaled with minimal fuss or distress on her part and the birthday song seemed to be the perfect solution. With Linda taking the lead and waving her arms like a conductor to keep everyone in time, the crowd began to sing.

“Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!”

Knowing he only had the length of the very short song to get his work done if his plan were to work, Ed began to push, rotating the spit as he did so like the instructional videos had shown. Cameron stood behind him, gently holding the end of the spit to take its weight so Ed could focus on pushing it in.

With the first lines of the song ringing in her ears, Sarah felt the intense burning sensation as the sharp metal spike pierced her inside and began its journey through her body. There was no turning back now. She was meat. She could feel it move so fast up through her belly and chest, stretching out her tight twelve year old cunt and rubbing against her clit as it went, flooding her body with so much pleasure so intense that it overwhelmed her senses and she could no longer tell the pleasure from the pain.

“Happy Birthday, Dear Sarah…”

She felt the tip of the spike at the back of her throat, tasted blood and felt like she needed to cough. She opened her mouth wide as Ed gave a firm push to finish the job.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

As the guests enthusiastically hit the final word, the spit erupted out of Sarah’s mouth. They cheered wildly and applauded as Ed continued to push until the pole protruded out in front almost as far as it did behind. At Ed’s instruction, Cameron knelt down and untied Sarah’s wrists from the stool. A metallic scraping noise told her that the anal stabiliser was coming and, sure enough, she soon felt the rounded end of the thin pole force its way into her asshole and penetrate it deeply. Next she expected to have her arms and legs fixed to the pole, using the thin skewers which could be slid through the holes which passed through the spit at regular intervals but instead she felt herself being lifted. Auntie Linda was at the front and her Daddy behind as they carried her to the carving mount to finish fixing her in place. It felt strange, almost comical, to have her arms and legs dangling as her entire weight was supported by the metal pole through her torso but the vibration of the movement felt amazing and the eight or nine steps it took to reach the mount were enough to make her orgasm all over again. This was followed rapidly by another as she was dropped into the mount.

Trying not to go cross-eyed looking at the spit in front of her, Sarah watched as her beloved Daddy slid the first of the skewers into the spit then lifted her arms and forced her biceps into them. The think spikes bit deeply and blood oozed from the puncture wounds but the pain of this secondary penetration simply added to her overwhelming sensation and triggered yet another orgasm. There was some good-natured, affectionate laughter from the guests as her body very obviously shuddered around the spit. Next, Ed pierced the palms of her hands, between the bones, pinning her hands to the spit in front of her. Although she could not see what was happening behind her, Sarah was very aware of the sounds and sensations as her meaty legs were firmly skewered and pinned to the spit. Now she really was a tasty piggy, mounted on the spit and ready to roast.

Once again she felt herself lifted up and the vibrations of the spit through her body as she was carried the few steps to the coal pit. As soon as she was set over the coals, the intense heat hit her, scalding her belly and nipples. The handle was fitted to the back of the spit and lots of her friends, explorers and cannibals alike, lined up to take their turn cranking it to rotate their delicious piggy over the heat. Shelly and Tamara did not bother putting their other parts of their costumes back on, happy to spend the rest of the party in the nude as practice for their own harvest at the upcoming school fair.

The heat was intense but low, bearable for Sarah as she was turned slowly over it by a succession of young friends and relatives. The manual cranking meant that the speed of her turns was uneven and the steel pole continued to vibrate as she frantically humped it, not wanting the perpetual orgasm to end. Over and over she turned, her oiled skin turning pink. Auntie Linda brought out a bowl of sweet and tangy home-made barbecue sauce which had been resting in the fridge and gave it to Shelly along with two brushes so that she and Tamara could start to baste the roasting piggy. After a while, Helen asked for a turn, then Becky. Soon everyone wanted a chance to baste Sarah’s meat after they had taken a turn cranking the handle. Sarah began to feel sleepy, the smells of her own roasting meat, the barbecue sauce and the smokey coals beneath mixing in her nostrils. Her heart was beating even faster now, she could surely not last much longer. A final wave of orgasm washed over her impaled young body and she was gone. Nothing but delicious roasting meat. The food for her own birthday party.

The children and even some of the adults took it in turns basting the meat until all the sauce was used up. By then, Sarah’s skin was starting to turn golden brown and crispy and, where it split here and there, white meat with the slightest hint of pink could be seen and the delicious smell of roasting meat filled the garden. Feeling incredibly stimulated by watching their friend make love to the spit and witnessing her final orgasm, several of the younger guests began to pair off, Helen grabbing the boy who had asked her to rest her foot on his erection, Tamara of course claiming Cameron for herself. Most of the adults sat around in the various folding chairs and benches that had been put out, chatting amongst themselves and sipping their drinks, watching the children and teens scattered over the lawn fuck each other with the same happy indulgence as if they were watching little ones enjoying a paddling pool or playing fetch with the family dog.

Linda had her hand on her brother’s thigh, rubbing the inside under his grass skirt and teasingly asking him how he was going to cope without his little blonde fuck-toy, when Shelly bounced up to them, still wearing nothing but flowers and a grin although she had put her lay and floral bracelets back on because she thought they looked pretty.

“And what can we do for you, young lady?” Ed smiled, reaching out to hold her hands. She really did look ever so much like a younger version of Sarah, apart from her hair being more wavy, and he wondered how he could ever have doubted that they were sisters before. As well as her looks, she also clearly shared her big sister’s desire to be eaten. It was one of the biggest marvels of his life, he thought with a silent inner chuckle, that he had been able to get Sarah to wait as long as she had!

“Sarah always told me how good you were at fucking!” Shelly replied bluntly with a smile, as casually as if she were discussing her favourite colour or movie. “Can you show me, please? I bet you’re missing her pussy already!”

“Well there you go!” Linda chuckled, patting his leg. “Problem solved!”

“You don’t mind, do you, Mummy?” Shelly turned to Linda and asked with a slightly nervous smile.

“Not at all, poppet!” she assured her. “Have fun!” Grinning once more, Shelly slipped her hands under Ed’s grass skirt and pulled his underpants down past his knees. She then parted the raffia so that his thick, rock-hard cock stood up like a pale cactus. As Sarah continued to turn over coal, the handle cranked by some of the boys who had not been picked by any of the girls or other boys to relieve the tension, taking it in turns to crank the handle for a few minutes at a time, Shelly straddled Ed’s lap and gently lowered herself onto his waiting erection.

“You will come to the fair, won’t you Uncle-Daddy?” she asked quietly in his ear as she rode him slowly, her arms around his neck. “I want you to taste my meat! Hope I’ll be as delicious as my sister!”

“Of course!” he gripped her firm, round rump as it moved up and down, her ever so tight ten year old cunt gripping his full-size man cock. “I wouldn’t miss it! I want some slices of this!” He squeezed her buttocks and she giggled as she continued to grind her hips into his lap.

“Sarah was right!” she whispered to him huskily. “You’re very good at fucking!”

Her urges satisfied for the time being, Shelly kissed Ed lovingly on the lips then hopped down off his lap and went to line up for a turn cranking the spit handle. Ed pulled his underpants back up then adjusted the raffia of his grass skirt in a way that was almost prim, making Linda giggle.

“She’s only around for a couple more weeks,” she smiled and shrugged, “but you’re welcome to borrow her whenever you want! I’m sure she’d appreciate the spit-practice!” She winked then leaned over and kissed her brother softly on the cheek. “Don’t be too sad.” She stroked his cheek. “I know you’re going to miss both of them, so will I, but perhaps we can make a couple more?”

A little more than an hour passed. Seeing that Sarah was close to being ready to eat, Linda and Angela started to bring out the salads, bread rolls, paper plates and various sauces, chutneys and relishes that Sarah had helped to pick out to go with her meat. Ed pushed a carving fork into his older daughter’s thigh. The skin cracked, revealing the white meat underneath, and clear juices ran out. Satisfied that his delicious daughter was ready to carve, he signalled to Linda who came to help him lift the roasted carcass off the coals and onto the carving mount. Since the metal pole was now incredibly hot, they both wore thick gardening gloves so they’d not burn their hands.

With Sarah’s roasted carcass presented face-up on the mount, Ed took a moment to admire her golden-brown twelve year old body which looked even more beautiful roasted than it had when she was alive. Even the cracks here and there where her now-crispy skin had split, revealing the meat beneath, did nothing to diminish her loveliness. Even her pretty face was cooked to perfection, making her appear as if she had a deep, tropical tan. Her eyes, which had closed as she succumbed to the heat, had popped open and rolled back. Ed couldn’t help chuckling at the thought that she looked as if she was reacting to one of his jokes!

Knowing that everyone was hungry and eager himself to taste his lovely daughter’s meat, Ed took the carving set and called for Shelly and Cameron to come to the front of the line.

“Obviously I’ve got her fillet reserved,” he winked at them. Nobody would think to object to this – it was expected that that most prized of cuts would be enjoyed by a meat-girl’s Daddy. “But she wanted you two to have first choice otherwise. What’s it to be?” he smiled, “A tit each?” The youngsters glanced at each other then nodded enthusiastically, Cameron even licking his lips as he looked at Sarah’s lovely roasted little buts sticking up proudly, just begging to be sliced off. Ed pushed the long, two-pronged fork into the small cone of her right breast and did just that, slicing it off as close to the bone as he could then placed it carefully on Shelly’s waiting plate. He then did the same with her left and presented it to Cameron.

“What else?” he asked, carving tools at the ready. “Those are a treat, for sure, but hardly enough to satisfy a growing lad’s appetite, or help fatten a lovely spit-piggy for her big day!” They both giggled and looked hungrily at the golden-brown carcass that had been Sarah.

“I’d like some rump and thigh, please!” Shelly grinned, holding out her plate. Ed cut two thick slices of tender thigh-meat for her then rolled the carcass in the mount to access her delicious, round, meaty rump. He cut off the crest of her right cheek then another slice from underneath. Shelly beamed happily watching the meat carved from her older sister-cousin and looked even happier when it was piled onto her plate!

“And for you, young sir?” he turned to Cameron. The boy pondered for a moment before replying.

“Definitely some rump, please!” He asked politely. “And could I perhaps have some of her face?”

“If that’s what you’d like!” Ed grinned. “Top or lower?” He tapped first her complete, left buttock then the flat, pinkish-white surface where the first slices of meat had been cut.

“Umm… both, please?” Cameron asked hopefully, presenting his plate.

“Coming right up!” Ed chuckled, slicing off the crest of her second butt-cheek then a thick slice from each. “And you wanted some face?”

“If that’s okay?” Cameron smiled.

“Of course!” grinned Ed. “It’s all there to be eaten!” He rolled the carcass face-upwards once more. It seemed funny to see his daughter laying there without her cute little titties. When carving her rump he had almost been able to ignore what the meat really was but there was no escaping reality when he hovered over her pretty, roasted face with the knife and fork. Although it was difficult to smile around the spit, there was a definite expression of happiness on her face as he carefully sliced away her left cheek. “Fancy an eye, too?” He asked.

“Can you eat those?” Cameron asked, a little surprised.

“Sure!” Ed grinned. “They’re best it you put them in your mouth whole and bite down. They burst like a cherry tomato!”

“Yeah we had some at my friend’s house!” Shelly informed him with great enthusiasm. “They’ve got this tasty jelly inside!” Ed pushed the fork into Sarah’s left eyeball and carefully levered it out of its socket. He then used the knife to cut the optic nerve and muscle which attached it to the head.

“Here!” He dropped it onto Cameron’s plate with a soft plop. “I think you’ll like it! Would you like the other one then?” He smiled at Shelly. “Since you’re such a fan?” Shelly nodded enthusiastically and held her plate out once more then watched as her uncle-daddy extracted the second eyeball and plopped it onto his plate.

“Cut what you want,” Angela smiled at Ed, handing him a plate, “then I’ll take over! Sarah would want you to relax and enjoy her meat before it goes cold!” Ed studied his daughter’s carcass, seeing no part that he didn’t want to try! Knowing where to start was an easy matter, however! He pushed the fork into the slit of her sweet vulva, not wanting to spoil its appearance, then cut down one side, using the spit pole as a guide, to cut around. He then made a little upwards slice in her perineum so he’d be able to remove the meat from around the spit before cutting back up the other side. He was about to make a rounded cut across the top of her appetising pubic mound when a whimsical feeling struck him and he cut it into a heart shape instead, like a little flower-girl at a wedding.

Next he rolled her over and helped himself to two thick slices of rump, then some thigh. Moving up the body, he carefully cut a slice of meat from Sarah’s back and a piece from her shoulder before rolling her back over. Now he removed a strip from the middle of her belly, making sure to get her cute belly-button. A large contained was underneath for when her innards inevitably fell out but that did not happen yet. Her nipples were gone of course but there was still some good chest-meat to be had so he took a slice of that and the remaining cheek from her eyeless face. Finally, he took a couple of thick but narrow slices from her arm, around the bicep. He was about to go sit down to eat when he remembered something else! Setting his plate aside for a moment, he quickly ran into the kitchen to fetch the big scissors then used them to cut all five toes from Sarah’s left foot. He had always enjoyed kissing and sucking on them and now he was going to suck the sweet meat right off the little bones within! Finally, he had everything that he wanted, for a first helping at least!

Instead of going for one of the chairs this time, after loading his plate with bread, salad and sauces to accompany the pile of roast daughter and refilling his drink, he sat down on the grass with Cameron and Shelly. Tamara had been next in line and she quickly joined them as they happily tucked in to the birthday girl.

Angela worked quickly and within twenty minutes, everyone was served and Sarah’s carcass was barely recognisable as a girl, although there was still a fair bit of good meat left if anyone fancied seconds! Even her ribs had been cracked off and Ed could see Helen and Becky happily gnawing the meat from those bones, getting sauce and grease all over their pretty faces. At least Helen didn’t have to worry about making a mess of her clothes! All around the garden, guests young and old were enjoying Sarah’s delicious roasted meat and some of the boys who ate very fast had already gone up to help themselves to more!

As he has promised Sarah, Ed took a break between helpings to wrap her edible organs in foil and put them in the coals to bake. To make things a little easier, Linda brought out a big platter from the kitchen and began to strip Sarah’s bones of their remaining meat so that whoever wanted some could grab it without needing to hunt over the carcass for the tasty deposits. After setting this on the table with the rest of the food and drinks, she fetched a big pot and, with Angela’s help, broke Sarah’s skeleton up into it, ready to boil for soup. All apart from the head of course, now stripped of most of its flesh and even the tongue inside, which she placed carefully on the rockery where nature would quickly reduce it to a dry ornament.

Once everyone had enjoyed their fill of Sarah meat, the remnants were put in the fridge and the large chocolate birthday cake was brought out. Although they had sung it during her spitting, everyone sung Happy Birthday to Sarah again in her absence and Shelly blew out the candles on her behalf.

“Did she make a wish?” Ed asked with a chuckle.

“Yes!” Shelly grinned cheekily. “She wished to be delicious!”

“Well that just goes to show,” Ed ruffled her hair, “wishes can come true!”

Gradually, over the next hour or so, the guests started to leave. The older folks first, then children collected by their parents. Since Cameron and Shelly were going to be staying the night, Tamara called her mum and asked if she could too, to which her mum agreed on the condition it was okay with Ed. Angela and Linda would be staying too to help Ed with the clean-up in the morning. It was no great difficulty to put them all up since Sarah’s room was now free for Cameron and Tamara, Linda and Shelly would sleep with Ed leaving the guest room for Angela.

Once everyone else had gone, seeing that the coals were still gently glowing, infused with Sarah-fat which had dripped onto them as she roasted, Ed opened a packet of marshmallows and they sat around toasting them on twigs. The scantily-clad children put on extra layers from what they could find in the house, not out of any feeling of modesty which would have been a little foolish at that point but because, even sat by the coals, the evening air was getting chillier now that the sun had gone in. Tamara wrapped herself in a fleece blanket from Sarah’s bed while Shelly wore her sister-cousin’s fluffy bath-robe. Ed leant Cameron a sweater which was so big on the young boy that he practically swam in it and was able to tuck his knees up underneath.

After a while, Linda served hot, steaming mugs of Sarah broth with added vegetables and they all sat around sipping it and sharing their favourite, mostly funny memories of the birthday girl. Not in a sad, maudlin kind of way but in a joyful celebration of her life which had reached the climax and conclusion she longed for earlier that day.

Sarah lay on her belly on the grass in the lush, green field, looking down into the pool one of the older girls had shown her, watching her friends and family enjoying her meat, feeling every bite as the most intense physical pleasure she had ever experienced. She smiled down at the little group happily as they sipped her broth. Everything was as it should be and she was happy.

Epilogue: A Fair Feast

“You made it!” Tamara practically shrieked, gripping the metal railing as she bounced up and down with excitement.

“We promised we’d be here, didn’t we?” Cameron grinned. He had got a ride to the younger girls’ school fair with Ed and Linda who were now living together in Ed’s house since there didn’t seem much point in Linda renting a flat just for herself. Shelly of course had been more than happy to spend her final days living with her Uncle-Daddy, sleeping occasionally in her Sister-Cousin’s bed when her parents insisted they needed some private time together. “I’m not going to miss the chance for a taste of that rump!” he grinned. Tamara giggled and turned to wiggle her round, meaty backside at him.

As the youngsters kissed passionately over the railing, Ed and Linda leaned into the pen to hug Shelly and give her a final kiss. The best friends were in a pen in the middle of the field with the other naked girls so that people could come and get a good look at their meat before they started to cook, with the other stalls and games set up around the edge of the field.

Beside the pen was the cooking area where a large stew-pot was starting to simmer, four spits awaited their occupants and a butchering frame stood next to a long grill, sharp hooks dangling from the cross-beam.

“Oooh it looks like they’re about to start!” Shelly told Tamara excitedly as the small team of cooks from the school kitchen approached the pen. “This is it!” she grinned at her parents, bouncing on the balls of her feel with excitement. “Wish us luck, and bon appetite!”

The End