Sidney’s Last Supper
By
Edward Hyde


“Don’t stay out here too long!” Martha warned, realizing it was time to get back to work. “I know you want a good tan for Monday but you definitely don’t want sunburn! Peeling skin wouldn’t be very appetising!” Sidney, who had pulled one side of her large, padded headphones aside to listen, giggled and promised she would come in soon, after another two chapters. She then replaced the padded cup over her ear and settled back down to listen. The pair were on loungers beside the pool in the garden of the Roebuck mansion just outside Dallas, Texas, Sidney’s family home, Martha wearing a floral one-piece bathing suit in shades of purple and orange with a light purple sarong and Sidney in nothing but sunglasses and wireless headphones. It was Saturday 13th August 2022. Monday would be Sidney’s twelfth birthday and also the day she died!

For more than two years, supported by her family, her father’s wealth, and the great team he had assigned to her, Sidney Roebuck had been campaigning for the right to be eaten and in less that forty-eight hours time, she was going to get her wish! She would be taken into a specially prepared room within her father’s hotel in LA, the same hotel where she spent most nights while she was there and where she would be spending her last night on Earth, where in front of a hand-picked selection of witnesses her throat would be cut and her lovely young body butchered, parted out like a slaughtered pig. The meat would then be portioned out to the star-studded line-up of famous chefs and those who had avoided the media spotlight but were nevertheless highly respected within their industry. The assortment of dishes prepared with her meat would then be served to the invited guests including family, friends, celebrities and supporters. What would happen after that, she could only begin to imagine.

The landmark ruling applied not just to her, of course, but to any young girl who wished to become meat. She knew that her dad was planning to open a chain of restaurants in her name where girls like her could volunteer to be on the menu. From the letters, emails, comments and other messages she had received, it seemed that there would be no problem maintaining the stock in those kitchens!

Would it remain a niche idea, she wondered, a novelty that people tried once or twice in their lives, or might girl-meat eventually become as common as chicken, pork or beef, or perhaps even replace farmed animal meat all together?

Whatever the future might hold, she knew she would not be around to see it but the ambitious and forthright young girl felt proud that she had brought about such a radical change in law and culture, one that could not help but create ripples for generations to come!

As one of her father Orin Roebuck’s trusted aides , Sidney had known Martha for many years. In fact, she could not really remember ever having not known her, at least by sight, but the pair had become far closer since Martha was first assigned to manage Sidney’s campaign and later to become her general personal assistant, managing not only the campaign but her media presence, licensing deals, sponsorship and other business dealings that a pre-teen girl, even one as smart and capable as Sidney, would not be able to handle by herself. Over time, their always friendly professional relationship had developed into a true friendship, despite the age gap of nearly thirty years, and Sidney had come to look upon her as a cross between big sister and mother – two relationships she had never truly experienced. It was strange for Martha to realise that she felt protective of Sidney as a parent or older sibling might, given what it had been her job to help make happen, but she definitely wanted to protect the sweet if slightly sheltered young girl from the world’s unpleasantness and ensure that she was happy. If, as in Sidney’s case, that happiness would come from being killed then she found she felt good about helping her achieve that goal!

What Sidney didn’t know at that moment was that Martha had been part of a conspiracy to give her a final treat before her big day, a going away present of sorts, and it was that which she was now leaving the pool side to finalize the preparations and arrange how the surprise was going to be delivered. The laws that would technically be broken in the process just seemed to her a part of that moral grey area which exists in the world of folk who have Roebuck levels of money and which people in their circle and employ quickly get used to filing away in the backs of their minds without reflecting too deeply upon them. The intent was to make Sidney, and one of her fans, incredibly happy and this “greater good” felt as if it more than justified any of the more dubious means by which it would be achieved.

Although she enjoyed music and liked to dance, a good way of keeping in shape if nothing else, when she really wanted to relax, Sidney enjoyed audio books. Currently she was listening to a young adult adventure story with a steam-punk twist, part of a series she enjoyed about a teenage boy who worked as a messenger in Victorian London and got involved in all sorts of bizarre and often supernatural goings on. As she had promised, when the next chapter finished she reached down and clicked off the small iPod on which it was playing and took off her headphones, remembering for once to slide the switch under the right ear to “Off” so that the batteries would not continue to drain.

Sitting up and rather wishing that Logan from her LA campaign office was there to help, she reached for the bottle of aftersun which Martha had left on her vacated lounger and rubbed it over every part of her bronzed, pre-teen body that she could reach, trying to be discrete about how much she enjoyed rubbing the cooling lotion between her legs!

Satisfied that she had done her best and knowing that she would need to moisturise when she went inside anyway, Sidney took off her sunglasses which should actually have cost more than the iPod and headphones combined but were a gift from the manufacturer in the hope that she would be seen wearing them out in public, stood, stretched, then covered the distance between herself and the edge of the pool with a few running steps and dived in, graceful as a swan. After five refreshing lengths, she heaved herself out of the pool then patted herself dry with a fresh towel. While it was quite a novelty to meet someone who hadn’t seen her naked, at least on television or a photograph, and she was free to sunbathe and enjoy the pool in the nude if she wanted, her father had requested that she keep a degree of decent modesty and always wear clothes in the house, outside of her own bedroom and bathrooms, unless her nudity was required for some official campaign business. Although it seemed a silly, old-fashioned rule, she didn’t want to spend her last night at home arguing with her Daddy so Sidney picked up the over-sized t-shirt which she had worn down to the pool and slipped it on over her otherwise naked body.

To Sidney’s surprise, Martha was waiting for her in the large conservatory that opened out into the garden. She was dressed smartly, her hair professionally styled once more, and looking like she was prepared for an important meeting. What surprised her even more was that Caitlyn, her Dallas-based hair stylist, was with her.

“Hey?” Sidney greeted her, a little perplexed. “Have I forgotten about an interview or something? I thought it was just a quiet family dinner at home tonight?”

“It is!” Martha grinned, clearly excited to share the news she had been sitting on. “But there’s someone who has come to meet you before-hand and we need you to be in character, to to speak. Oh don’t worry!” she smiled, “You don’t need to be naked. We’ve got an off-duty outfit for you to wear where you’ll still be recognisable!” Sidney raised a sceptical eyebrow. “Trust me!” Martha grinned. “It will be worth it!”


“Go with Caitlyn.” Martha instructed with a smile. “She’ll help you get ready, then we’ll meet in your playroom, okay?”

“Um, I guess?” Sidney was more than puzzled but also very intrigued. Her playroom was a second room connected to her bedroom, part of the small suite that was her own personal part of the mansion. These days it was more of a home gym with lots of equipment and large-screen televisions, although she had various games consoles in there too. It had been called the playroom when she was little and it was filled with toys of all kinds and the name had stuck. As well as this room and the room where she actually slept, she had a good-sized bathroom with toilet, shower and spa tub, a walk-in wardrobe which was big enough to count as a room in its own right and a home cinema that boasted a 120” screen, surround-sound as good as any theatre and sofa-style seating for up to sixteen people. Her bedroom had a super-king bed, a computer desk where she did her homework, a dressing table and many shelves filled with dolls, stuffed animals and other collectables.

Entering the bedroom, Sidney saw an outfit laid out on her bed. Tight-looking jeans, a maroon crop-top with some sort of fashion logo on it and a tan-coloured felt Stetson with a badge on the front with the S from her signature but no other adornments. On the floor beside the bed were a pair of cowboy boots the same maroon as the shirt bearing an embossed pattern but none of the usual metallic decoration or rhinestones. It was a far cry from the tom-boy clothes she usually wore when “off duty”.

“So this is what we’re claiming I wear when I’m not in my work outfit?” Sidney chuckled, shaking her head in amusement.

“It’s on brand!” Caitlyn shrugged. “It will make you recognisable!”

“If you say so!” Sidney chuckled. “I’d better take a quick shower. Get this chlorine off.”

“Good idea.” the assistant smiled as Sidney peeled off her t-shirt and dropped it on the floor next to the door through to her bathroom. Caitlyn could not help admiring the young girl’s body which had truly become a work of art. Like millions around the country and the world she had started to become conditioned to seeing her preteen employer’s body as meat and she could not help licking her lips slightly as she eyed the shapely backside disappearing through the doorway. While the shower hissed in the next room, steam rolling through the door like Victorian smog, she set out her tools on the dressing table. Less than five minutes later, Sidney emerged with a towel around her shoulders that she was using to partially dry her hair.

“Who am I meeting anyway?” Sidney frowned, dropping her towel, totally relaxed about being naked in front of Caitlyn, and picking up the moisturiser from her dressing table. She had others help her before going on television but that particular cream was a really a kind of makeup to make her skin shimmer under studio lights, this was simple moisturising cream to keep her skin in good condition. In less than two days time that same skin would be golden-brown and crispy. She hoped that it would make good crackling! Over that last few weeks she had met with all the chefs and approved the recipes they proposed for her meat so she was confident that nothing would be wasted!

“Just someone who’s very excited to meet you!” Caitlyn grinned, taking the pot as Sidney offered it to her to help with her back and shoulders. “Pop the clothes on then sit down and I’ll get you ready.” Sidney picked up the jeans and saw a pair of her sensible white cotton panties under them. She pulled these on first then the jeans which clung to her backside like a second skin and sat at her hips. The belt was the same tan leather as her hat and had a buckle the same design as the badge on the hat.

“These are actually pretty cool!” Sidney remarked, admiring the buckle as she did up the jeans. “We going to start selling these?”

“I think so?” Caitlyn nodded. “I don’t really get involved with that sort of thing.” Sidney smiled and shrugged then pulled on the top with no training bra underneath. Her budding nipples pushed against the soft, tight fabric and the sensation was not unpleasant. She then sat on the edge of the bed and reached inside the left boot to take out the pair of socks inside which she quickly slipped on before pulling on the boots.

“How do I look?” she asked, striking a pose with her hands on her hips.

“Half finished!” Caitlyn laughed. “Come sit down!” Giggling, Sidney did as she was told and the pair chatted as Caitlyn got to work with hairdryer, brush and curling iron. When her hair was ready, she opened the makeup box and made up Sidney’s face far more subtly and sparingly than she normally would for photo-shoots or interviews – a little blusher, natural-coloured lipstick and a hint of mascara. She was just finishing up when Martha knocked and let herself in through the connecting door from the playroom, taking care not to open it too far and slipped in so that nobody in the room could see into Sidney’s bedroom and Sidney could not see who was waiting for her.

“Ready?” she asked, grinning excitedly.

“Apparently!” Sidney chuckled, picking up the hat off her bed, putting it on and checking out her appearance in the mirror. It was a way she had never seen herself before and it was quite hard to recognise herself in the reflection. Not her true self but not really her public persona either but some strange hybrid. “You finally going to tell me what’s going on?”

“Of course!” Martha beamed. “This way!” She opened the door wide and ushered Sidney into the play-room. As she stepped through the doorway, she saw five people sat on the comfy leather sofas in the room.

“Daddy?” she exclaimed in surprise as her father stood up to greet her with an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “I thought you weren’t flying in until this evening?”

“Surprise!” the charismatic billionaire grinned. “I needed to be here for this!” Sidney realised who had been sat next to him.

“Logan?” she hugged the young man, hoping she wasn’t visibly blushing. Their friendship had grown over the last year or so and he would often come into her office while she was in LA to play video games with her, when he didn’t have too much work to do, and it was no real secret among her other assistants that she had quite the crush on the handsome boy but he had never visited the family’s Texas home before. In fact, she had never actually seen him outside of work so his presence was almost a bigger surprise than her dad’s. The group on the other sofa remained seated.

At one end was Flava Marcello, the master butcher who would be slaughtering her and parting out her carcass the day after next. The other two were people she did not know. In the middle was a pretty, elfin-faced young girl of about nine years old with brown hair in a short ponytail, big brown eyes and lots of cute freckles across her cheeks and nose. She appeared to be wearing a satin kimono and was holding hands with the lady sat next to her who, judging by her looks, was likely her mother. Both were grinning every bit as excitedly as Martha. Flava now stood up and urged the girl to do likewise with a hand on her shoulder. The barefoot little girl let go of her mother’s hand and allowed herself to be guided forwards.

“Miss Sidney,” Flava introduced her in his broad New York accent, “this is Hazel, she’s your biggest fan!” Not quite sure what was expected of her, Sidney held out her hand and shook the other girl’s with awkward formality.

“Great to meet you!” Sidney, still puzzled, flashed Hazel her practised smile normally reserved for television and press cameras. Thankfully, Martha stepped up to explain the situation.

“Before we go further,” she smiled, a little anxiously, “I have to ask, is it important to you to be the first girl butchered and eaten?”

“The first?” Sidney frowned a little. “I guess not. I mean, plenty of other girls must have been in the past, like that Jamestown girl and after I bet loads of other colonists too, not to mention in the freezing winters in the past and stuff.” She nodded thoughtfully. “But I don’t want to wait!” she added quickly. “If that’s what you’re planning? I don’t want to stick around to give commentary as dozens of girls go before me or anything like that?”

“Oh no no!” Martha assured her. “Nothing like that! Your slaughter will go ahead exactly as planned but, well, a few weeks ago Hazel and her mom contacted us with a proposal. They suggested…” Hazel glanced up at her, eyes sparkling with excitement, and Martha cut her sentence short. “How about I let her tell you herself?” she suggested. “Go ahead, honey!” Sidney nodded then went to sit on the arm of the sofa where her father and friend sat. She leaned her elbow on her Daddy’s shoulder and he put an arm around her waist. Hazel’s mum and the butcher sat back down too and Hazel stood facing Sidney, given the floor.

“So,” she began in what Sidney was fairly sure was a mid-west accent, “I’ve been following your campaign since I was six. I like to dress up as you and draw pictures of you and me being cooked, sometimes together, sometimes one cooking the other.” Sidney grinned at this. She had been sent quite a lot of fan art, much of it from young girls, and it always helped to reassure her that what she was campaigning for was wanted by far more than just herself. “I got your doll and two of your play-sets,” she grinned happily, “and for my birthday last month I got your luxury doll! You know?” she asked earnestly, “the one from your website? It’s absolutely my favourite thing ever!”

“Why thank you, sugar!” Sidney beamed at her.

“So I really really want to get eaten!” Hazel told her with enthusiastic excitement. “And thanks to all the work you’ve done, I can be! So many other girls too!”

“Well that’s what I hoped!” Sidney smiled kindly. “Sure was kind of you to come tell me!”

“Oh there’s more!” Hazel giggled. “That’s why your friend asked you that weird question!”

“Okay?” Sidney leaned forward, intrigued.

“Well,” continued Hazel, “it didn’t seem fair that you’ve worked so hard and for so long so that so many of us can have our dream come true and that you were going to die without actually tasting girl-meat. So I got my mom to write to your people and offer… I mean, it took a lot of discussion and planning but…” Grinning broadly, she untied the silken belt of her kimono and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and leaving her stark naked. Her body was every bit as cute as her face, reasonably athletic but thick and meaty in all the right places. Her hips were quite wide for her age, her chest flat and her belly and vulva pleasingly round. She turned around on the spot to show off her delicious little body from every angle, especially her round, meaty rump.

“I’m going to be your dinner tonight!” she grinned proudly. “Flav’s going to slaughter me and I’ll be cooked in your kitchen, whole like a turkey! If you’d like me, that is?”

“Oh wow!” Sidney’s eyes were wide. There was no denying that her young fan did look delicious. She wondered why the thought that she would not actually get to taste girl-meat had never occurred to her before? She had been so focussed on her wish and confident in her own tastiness. Suddenly the idea of feasting on the roasted body of the young girl in front of her felt very appealing. But then a thought occurred to her. “But isn’t it still illegal?” she turned to Martha. “I don’t want anyone to get into trouble.”

“Technically,” her father answered, despite the question not being directed at him, giving her a friendly squeeze, “but then so are a lot of things! Martha’s quite the wiz when it comes to making things look more legitimate than they might be!”

“You’re right,” Martha nodded, “which is why only those of us in this room will ever know. We have all the correct forms and documents filled out but dated for Wednesday,” she explained, “so we’ll submit them then and that’s when Hazel’s death will be registered, by which time you’ll both just be happy memories!” Sidney grinned. It seemed that those around her really had got everything worked out!

“What about Alexei and Hunter?” she asked, thinking that her older brothers would not want to miss out on this feast.

“Couldn’t make it back from LA I’m afraid,” Martha explained, an expression of genuine remorse on her face. “Since they’re not going to be here, we thought it best not to tell them. They will just have to wait until Monday to find out how delicious girl-meat is!”

“Sucks to be them, huh?” Sidney giggled. “What about the kitchen staff?”

“We’ve sent them home for the evening.” Her dad explained.

“Flava and Mommy will cook me!” Hazel explained. “She’s a really good cook!”

“Sounds amazing!” Sidney gushed, patting her dad’s hand so that he would let her go then stood up and hugged the naked young girl who was destined to be her dinner. “Thanks to you,” she kissed her on the cheek, “I will go to slaughter knowing exactly how delicious I’m going to taste!”

“Would you like to watch her slaughtered?” Martha asked. Sidney released the younger girl from the hug and stood up straight, hands on Hazel’s shoulders.

“That would be amazing!” she exclaimed. “Can I?” She looked down at Hazel who met her gaze with her big brown eyes.

“Of course!” the freckle-faced sweetheart beamed up at her hero, earning her another, even tighter hug.

“Of course,” Martha continued, “once she’s in the oven it will be quite a while until she’s ready to eat.” Hearing herself described this way seemed to make Hazel incredibly happy. “Which brings me on to our other surprise.”

“Oh?” Sidney was even more intrigued. She had expected that day to be quiet, to have dinner with her family and close staff-members then get an early night. In the morning she would be making her last ever plane trip to LA where many press, television and radio interviews were planned along with a medical inspection to ensure that she was fit for human consumption. It was sure to be a long, busy and tiring day after which she would spend her last night alive in her suite at the hotel which had become her second home over the last few years.

“Well eating girl-meat wasn’t the only thing those of us who care about you were worried about you missing out on.” Martha explained with a cheeky grin. “And so while Hazel cooks, Logan’s going to keep you company in your room.”

“And I ain’t gonna be asking no questions!” her dad chuckled, holding up his hands and speaking in the folksy manner he often affected when talking to the press. Sidney spun around to face her friend who seemed to be blushing even deeper than she was.

“Again, it goes without saying that this must be treated with the utmost discretion,” Martha cautioned, “and to avoid risk of injury, we strongly caution against full penetration,” Sidney. Still an old-fashioned southern girl at heart, felt her blush deepen, “but there’s plenty of other things you can do.”

“So you like little girls, huh?” Sidney asked Logan, cheekily, trying to regain a little control over the conversation.

“I like you.” He replied diplomatically, smiling a little coyly.

“Good answer!” Sidney giggled. “So,” she turned back to Martha, “when do we, you know? Get dinner started?”

“No time like the present!” replied Flava, stroking his impressive moustache like a jovial silent movie villain. “If you’re ready, Hazel?”

“Never been more ready!” the excited little meat-girl beamed. Sidney hugged her tightly once more. At Martha’s request, she slipped her kimono back on and the small party made their way out into the corridor and all crammed into a single elevator. Finding herself stood next to Logan, Sidney slipped her delicate hand into his and squeezed it tightly. Soon they arrived at the right floor and all spilled out into the kitchen which would not have been out of place in any hotel.

Once in the kitchen, the observers including Sidney stood aside so as not to be in the way while the butcher and Hazel’s mother worked. Still holding Logan’s hand, Sidney slipped her other into her Daddy’s as he stood on her other side. Martha was stood slightly behind her, comforting hands on her shoulders while Caitlyn stood next to her colleague. The kitchen was well equipped but lacked a slaughter area like the one that had been prepared for Sidney so Flava was going to need to improvise. While he worked sharpening his knives, Hazel took off her kimono once more and stood in a washing up bowl on the floor, chatting to her mum which she scrubbed her delicious young body until her skin glowed pink. She was then helped up onto the table-like work-surface of a kitchen island where she lay on her tummy and allowed herself to be hog-tied, her hands and feet tied to each other behind her back.

“Limits involuntary thrashing!” the butcher explained to his audience. Sidney squeezed both men’s hands a little tighter. Hazel’s mother was standing beside her now, stroking her hair and talking softly, demanding assurances that her little girl wanted to go through with her plan and promising there would be no negative consequences to changing her mind. Hazel, however, was insistent and Sidney could see a lot of her own personality and determination in the younger meat-girl. Ready to proceed, Flava told the woman who would be assisting him to put an apron on since spurting blood could be unpredictable. He then handed her a bucket to catch her daughter’s blood and she positioned herself in front of the smiling, bound child.

Knowing that it would be herself in a very similar position the day after next, Sidney watched in awe as Flava took hold of Hazel’s hair and pulled her head back, exposing her delicate young throat. The first pass of his blade cut deep and the blood fountained forth, most of it caught in the bucket but with enough errant splashes to make her mother thankful for the apron. To Sidney’s happy surprise, the young girl remained smiling. She expected the butcher to now wait for her to bleed out but instead he continued working the knife all around her neck, cutting deeply down to the bone as Hazel gasped and gurgled, the powerful flow beginning to diminish. Once he was satisfied that he had cut as much as he could, the butcher set down his knife and took hold of her head, a hand on each cute, freckled cheek, then gave a powerful twist. There was an audible snap as he turned her head completely around so that Hazel looked up at the ceiling while laying on her belly. He did not stop here, however, but adjusted his grip then turned the head the rest of the way so it had made a full circle. There was a wet, sucking sound as he pulled it away from the body, stretching the remaining connective tissue until it broke. The look of blissful happiness on Hazel’s face had now been replaced with a look of surprise and Sidney was sure that her pretty brown eyes continued to move for a moment or two after he set the head down on the work-top.

Now he put heavy hands on the headless body’s shoulders and rump, holding it down until it had ceased convulsing and the nerves had drained of any residual electrical activity. Instructing the girl’s mother to put the bucket on the floor now to catch any remaining drips, he untied Hazel’s limbs and flipped her carcass onto its back. Sidney could not remember ever having felt so aroused as she watched him take a small saw and remove the girl’s hands and feet. Little Hazel had decided she wanted to be presented whole, like a roast turkey, but Sidney would be totally butchered, her athletic young body divided into the smallest of cuts so that as many different dishes as possible could be prepared with her meat. By the time her specially selected master butcher had finished with her, most of what was cooked would not even be recognisable as ever having been part of a girl! And that was the way she wanted it – to be nothing but meat! Just food for others to enjoy.

Once again, as Sidney watched, Flava defied her expectation. Instead of slicing down the middle of Hazel’s cute round belly to remove her innards and viscera, he made a deep cut in her side through which he heaved them out, arms bloody almost up to the elbow like a very who has just assisted in delivering an especially stubborn calf. At various points he pushed his hand in deep holding a small knife to cut the pieces free. It was intriguing watching the belly seem to deflate and cave in as everything holding it up was removed.

While Flava was working on Hazel’s carcass, her mother was mixing ingredients together in a large bowl – a mix of breadcrumbs, herbs and other seasoning, and finely-chopped vegetables with some sort of stock from a jug being carefully added, little by little, to bind it all together. When the butcher confirmed that he was done, she passed this bowl to him and set to work on a smaller glass bowl in which she mixed oil, rock-salt, pepper, some chopped lemon rind and some other chopped and dried herbs. With as much fascination as she had watched Hazel’s cute belly collapse, Sidney watched it seemingly re-inflate as her emptied-out body cavity was filled with the stuffing. When that job was complete, the meat-girl’s mother set to work rubbing the coarse oil and seasoning all over the carcass. As she watched, Sidney could not help thinking of the many, many times her naked young body had been rubbed all over with cream and how she had imagined a scenario much like the one that was unfolding before her eyes.

As the carcass was receiving its tasty massage, Flava got to work with the hands, feet and head, dropping the hands and feet into a pot to boil for a little before the nails could be pulled off and stripping what usable meat he could from the head. He even used his saw to remove the top of Hazel’s skull to remove her brain. Really nothing was going to go to waste! When the head was stripped and the flesh with her hair peeled off like a wig, he dropped the skull pieces into the pot with her hands and feet then got to work sorting through what he had taken out of her, separating inedible guts from usable offal. It was utterly fascinating for all involved to watched this sweet, pretty young girl reduced to nothing but meat, but none more so than for Sidney herself! After all, “two more sleeps” as people said, if she was not too excited to sleep on her final night, and that would be her!

The preparation of the carcass complete, Flava lifted it up as if she were a damsel in distress from a fairy tale and he the dashing knight so that her mother could slide a roasting pan underneath. Sidney could not help but giggle – given the princess’ lack of head, not to mention hands and feet, it seemed as if Prince Charming might have got there a little too late! After setting the stuffed and rubbed carcass that had been Hazel down in the pan he used cooking twine to bend her arms back so as to resemble wings then bent her legs so that the ankle stumps were pushed close together, braced against the bottom of the pan.

“Okay!” he grinned. “Turkey’s ready for the oven! Come take a look if you like!” Sidney let go of the hands that she had been gripping and stepped forward, closely followed by the rest of the group who were all curious but wanted to allow the nearly-birthday girl in whose honour this meal was being prepared to go first. What she looked at was still recognisably a girl – there were the sweet pink nipples, flat against the soft muscle of her chest apart from the bug-bite in the very centre. There was a belly-button, pushed upwards by the stuffing beneath and of course there was a plump, juicy-looking vulva. Yet even more than a girl, Hazel now unmistakably resembled an oven-ready chicken or turkey! Girl or turkey, there was no denying how delicious she looked!

“That’s the interesting part over.” Flava smiled, winking at Sidney. “Now, go have some fun until dinner’s ready!”

“Go on honey!” Orin Roebuck patted his daughter’s denim-clad backside affectionately. “We’ve got everything covered down here. Go work yourselves up an appetite!” Sidney blushed a little but nowhere near as deeply as Logan as she took his hand and led him a little impatiently back towards the lift. The journey up to the floor which included Sidney’s suite was the longest she had ever experienced. Eager to get on with the business of the afternoon, she reached up and put her arms around Logan’s neck, pulling him down towards her at the same time as standing on tip-toes to kiss him deeply. She had never kissed a boy romantically before, or a girl for that matter, but she had seen enough movies and read enough teen magazines and websites to know the basics of what she was supposed to do. Logan’s eyes grew a little wide as her eager young tongue explored his mouth but soon relaxed into it, even resting his hands on her rump and giving a little squeeze.

“Oops!” Sidney giggled, breaking the kiss in alarmed amusement as her hat fell off. At the same moment, the elevator reached its destination, alerting the passengers with an electronic ping, and the doors slid smoothly open. “Come on!” she grabbed her shy but handsome friend’s hand and dragged him down the corridor and into the playroom where she had been introduced to Hazel less than an hour earlier, but which was now empty. Kissing him once more, with even more passion than in the lift, she pushed him backwards through the door into the bedroom and down onto the bed.

With Logan laying on his back, looking up at her with the wind somewhat knocked out of him by the force with which she had pushed him down on the bed, Sidney quickly stripped off her clothes. Over the course of her campaign, she had spent more and more time naked to the point that any clothes at all, especially tight ones like she had been given to wear to meet Hazel, felt uncomfortable and restrictive, the way office clothes and shoes feel to someone who has been on a beach vacation for three weeks. Still, she was glad that her hair and makeup had been done for the occasion so she was looking at her prettiest and most feminine. She knew that Logan was not her boyfriend, that he was only doing what he was asked to make her happy, like an actor or pro athlete visiting a children’s hospital on behalf of the Make-A-Wish foundation, and that if she was not going to die the day after next this could never have happened, not without the sweet young man losing his job at the very least and probably facing some serious jail-time but she was still grateful to him and wanted him to enjoy the experience as much as she would, if possible, and to be left with happy memories of their short time together. Looking nice and pretty for him was a big part of that.

“Like what you see?” She giggled, posing with her hands on her hips. Logan pulled himself up onto his elbows and nodded. Although he now realised that he should have known better, given his long association with her, he had rather expected that she would be nervous, shy, maybe even a little reluctant. He was perfectly prepared for her to just want to sit on his lap and kiss, perhaps asking to see him naked to satisfy her curiosity. And yet here she was, assertive and confident as she was in ever other aspect of her life and looking very much like she intended to have him for breakfast! “Good!” she grinned. “Take a good, long look because it’s all gonna be gone soon!” She gave him a slow twirl, showing off her admittedly very familiar figure from every angle.

For Logan it felt like seeing her for the first time – everyone in the office was so used to seeing her naked about the place that they barely noticed any more, her larger-than-life nude photographs plastered on seemingly ever billboard, bus and news-stand in the country just seemed like she was wearing a naked girl costume. Seeing Sidney naked was usually no more thrilling or note-worthy than seeing his own brother when they’d shared baths as kids but now it was different. For the first time ever, he was being asked to look at her not as a character or as meat but as a lover, a girl who wanted him, and the feeling was intoxicating. Every feminine line and curve of her lovely pre-teen body took on a new allure, her skin glowing, her plump young cunt so inviting her and perky pink nipples just begging to be sucked.

“Um, I know I’ve never done this before,” Sidney spoke in a teasing tone after a few awkward seconds of him gawping at her once her twirl was complete, “but from what I’ve heard, stuff like this tends to work better if you take your clothes off too?”

“Oh! Right!” Logan stammered, embarrassed. He sat up and clumsily tugged at the belt of his trousers, pulling them down past his knees while he still sat on the bed, forgetting to take his shoes off first so that they bunched awkwardly around his ankles. Sidney giggled and shook her head in amusement.

“Here!” She slipped onto his lap and sat facing him, legs around his waist. “Let me help.” She kissed him deeply once more but more lovingly this time, with less aggression, and began to unbutton his shirt. Truthfully, she had not known what to expect from Logan’s physique but she was certainly not disappointed! While not exactly a body-builder, his torso was well toned, his chest muscular and his upper arms pleasingly thick as she slipped his shirt off them. She could not help wondering if he always kept himself in such good shape or whether he had been working out especially for her. Either way, she was very happy with the results! His shirt successfully removed, she slowly turned around and knelt on his lap to reach down and take off his shoes, very aware that her behind was wiggling very provocatively in his face, her eager young pussy on pull display. Once his shoes and socks were off, she turned again, gave him a sly smile and knelt on the floor then pulled down his underpants, gasping a little as, once released from its cotton restraint, his rock-hard manhood sprung to attention. She had never seen a real one in that state before, only her brothers’ when they were all younger in the shower or getting changed after a swim, hanging loose and relaxed, and she had no idea it would be so big!

Remembering what she has seen in videos that she had giggled over with friends in the past, she took it in her hand, closing her fist around it, and stroked it up and down a few times then leaned forward and carefully took it in her mouth. It tasted a little salty, like her own skin on a hot day, but not unpleasant. Trying to keep eye-contact with the young man who still did not quite seem able to believe what was happening, she rocked back and forth on her haunches, head bobbing and tongue working inside her mouth as she moved her moist lips up and down the length of his shaft, taking him so deep that his dark pubic hair tickled her nose.

Smiling down at her, he stroked her golden girls. As she found her stride and started to speed up he began to gasp and moan, showing her what a good job she was doing. He found his mind’s eye torn between the gorgeous naked eleven year old in front of him and the sweet eight or nine year old he had just watched butchered. Sidney was the more beautiful of the two, there was no doubt, and her pre-teen figure more womanly than the younger girl’s but there had been something about the way Hazel submitted herself to being scrubbed, tied and slaughtered that had been incredibly erotic! Although he had spent the last year or more helping working on Sidney’s campaign to be eaten and had discussed cannibalism in general and the slaughter of young girls in particular almost daily in that time, he had still expected to be disturbed, even horrified by the sight should he ever get to witness it. What he had not been prepared for was the degree of arousal he felt when he saw the sweet little girl’s throat cut and her blood spurt out like a macabre fountain! It was this image he had in his head when he exploded, filling Sidney’s unsuspecting mouth with his thick, hot cum.

The excited girl’s eyes went a little wider as she experienced the sudden ejaculation but she made no complaint. Instead she simply swallowed the savoury load then sucked the last few drops from the tip, which was now more sensitive than ever, then cleaned him with her tongue before standing up, smiling proudly and wiping her mouth with the back of his hand.

“Hope that was okay?” she asked, showing the first hint of shyness since they had entered the elevator. “Sorry it took me a while to get going but…. You know, first time n’all…” She grinned a little sheepishly. In truth, Logan did not have a whole lot to which to compare it, since it was only his third ever blow-job and he had been fairly drunk for two of those, but he certainly had no complaints about Sidney’s technique!

“It was amazing!” he assured her, reaching out and taking her hands. “But I’m the one who’s supposed to be giving you pleasure! That’s the point of this after all!”

“The point is to let me experience as much as possible before my big day!” Sidney reminded him with a grin. “And I’ve been wanting to try giving one of those!” She giggled and blushed a little. “So… you want to return the favour?”

A little unsteady on his legs, Logan stood and took the sweet young girl in his arms, leaning down to kiss her tenderly and pulling her close, their bodies pressed up tight against each other. Lovingly, as they kissed, he stroked her golden girls then caressed the silky, smooth skin of her back and rump. He then guided her towards the bed and laid her down gently, her backside on the edge and legs over the side, knees parted. He then knelt down before her as if in worship or supplication then buried his face between her warm thighs and began to lick.

The inside of her young pussy was smooth and silky, her honey sweet. Logan may have had even less experience giving pleasure this way than he had receiving it but he understood how to make a girl feel good and soon his young friend and employer was moaning in pleasure, writing on the bed. As he pleasured her, tongue flicking her hard little clit, he felt his own organ becoming engorged once more. It was not long before Sidney cried out in climax then sat up on the bed.

“I want you to fuck me!” she told him frankly, looking down as he knelt in front of her, manhood proudly standing to attention. She was just as shocked at hearing those words come out of her mouth as she was – not the sentiment, but the words themselves! In fact she could not remember ever having used that word before in her life, certainly not out loud anyway, yet in that moment it was the only word that seemed to fit and described what she needed. He opened his mouth to protest but she put a finger to his lips and smiled sweetly.

“I know Martha said it wasn’t a good idea but I promise you won’t hurt me. I’ve been getting my periods for nearly a year now and I’d have hair down here if I didn’t use the cream!” With her free hand she gently stroked her smooth, plump vulva. “After all,” she giggled, “nobody wants hair in their food! That means I’m ready! Besides…” she gently pulled apart her pussy lips with her fingers, showing how wet and glistening she was inside, “They say it only hurts the first time because girls are nervous and too dry, but I don’t think I have that problem, do you?” She took her hand away from his mouth and offered him her other fingers, dipped in her own honey, wafting them under his nose before slipping them into his waiting mouth. Looking at her lovingly, Logan took hold of her hand and sucked on each finger in turn.

Without another word, he stood up and leaned over to kiss her once more then laid her back on the bed. Smiling up at him, Sidney wriggled back until her head was resting on the pillow and Logan climbed onto the bed, leaning over her as he knelt between her parted knees. He bent down to kiss her, a slow and loving kiss.

“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing that it was the right and gentlemanly thing to do although silently praying that she would not change her mind. He had expected to enjoy himself, for sure, but in the build up had seen it as a gift and favour to the lovely girl he had come to care so much for, but the extent to which he found himself into it, how badly he wanted her in that moment, proved as big a shock to him as hearing herself use such a strong word had to Sidney. “Really sure?”

“As sure as I am that I want to get chopped up and eaten the day after tomorrow!” she replied with a rather wry chuckle which made Logan realise how silly and old-fashioned his question was. It had been legally accepted that this smart, beautiful, rich, capable and determined young girl, a girl with every possible future she could dream of available to her, could consent to being slaughtered like a farm animal and her body butchered for meat, so why was he so hesitant to accept that she could consent to a sex act? Still, he was felt better in himself for having asked and sought her assurance. Wanting her more urgently than he had ever wanted anything in his life and knowing that further questioning would only make her angry, he pressed the tip of his manhood against her moist, waiting lips. As he pushed, they parted to welcome him and he felt himself slide deep into her tight but well lubricated passage. Sidney’s eyes went wide and she let out a long, blissful sigh of satisfaction as he entered her.

Slowly, he slid in until he felt the tip of his good-sized adult member hit the end of her passage, making her gasp and shudder as something like an electric shock passed through her deeply aroused young body. Continuing to kiss her as he did so, he eased backwards until his manhood, glistening with her honey, was nearly all the way out then slid it in once more. What he had not told Martha or Mr. Roebuck when they had arranged this treat for Sidney with him and asked if he would be willing was that, while he had extremely limited experience of oral sex, both in giving and receiving, he was still technically a virgin and this was his first time as well as the young girl’s. While he hoped to this would not be his last time, that he would find a partner and hopefully marry in the future, there was a great satisfaction in knowing that his first time was with a very special girl for whom it would be the only time, that he was the only human lover the beautiful eleven year old he was now deep inside would ever know. She was not just another conquest, a notch on his bed-post as she might be to some of the other men her caretakers could have asked. This moment was every bit as special to him as it was to her.

The began to move together, their hips in tune with each other, Logan stretching Sidney inside and her gripping him tightly as they rocked, slowly at first then fast and faster, their hearts pounding so close to each other as they both began to pant and drip with sweat. It was not long before, in perfect synch with each other, they both experienced their second orgasm of the afternoon and Sidney’s no longer virgin young cunt swallowed the young man’s cum as eagerly and greedily as her mouth had. When they were spent, they lay together on the bed, arms around one another and Sidney with her leg across Logan’s possessively, as if claiming him for her own. Such was the urgency and erotic charge of the situation that it was not half an hour before their bodies became one again, this time with Logan laying on his back and Sidney riding him hard, more than living up to her cowgirl persona by which the public knew her, and they were making love for a third time when Martha’s rather awkward voice came through the intercom into the room.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she told the pair electronically, “but I’ve been sent to tell you that dinner will be in about forty minutes. Sidney, we have a new outfit for you and Caitlyn will be up to help you get ready in twenty minutes so if you can have showered and be ready for her by then, that would be great!”

“You heard the lady!” Sidney grinned, a little embarrassed to have been experiencing her climax as her friend and mother-figure had been talking. “Time for a shower!”

Knowing that time was limited, they tried at first to keep the shower businesslike, a chance to freshen up before dinner, but as they rubbed each other with the foamy shower gel under the hot water which cascaded down over both of them like a tropical storm, the temptation became too great and after less than five minutes, Sidney was pressed against the tiles nearly three feet up the wall, her legs wrapped around Logan’s waist, hips rocking wildly, riding Logan’s rock-hard manhood as they crushed their lips to each other’s, tongues entwined. It was only very reluctantly, when they had both climaxed once more, that Logan set her down on unsteady feet and quickly rinsed himself off before stepping out to let Sidney finish her own shower, knowing that if he stayed they would not be able to keep their hands off each other.

When she emerged from the shower a few minutes later, drying her hair with the towel around her shoulders but not bothering with anything else, the way she usually did at the office when showering after her interviews or workouts, Sidney found Logan back in his clothes, sat on the edge of her bed and waiting for her.