Trixie’s Victory
By
Edward Hyde


“Well howdy, y’all!” Trixie Coleman touched the brim of her white, rhinestoned Stetson in imitation of Sidney Roebuck’s trademark pose. Considering that her father was a world-famous actor, her attempt at a Texan accent was especially bad. Thankfully she dropped it after her initial greeting and returned to her normal valley-girl accent, tinged with English inflections on certain words reflecting the way her family split their time between California and London, usually depending on where her dad was working at the time. The camera pulled back to reveal the busty teen in the big kitchen of her family’s London penthouse, naked apart from her hat and matching boots, with one foot up on the cross-bar of a stool. Although her hair was jet-black and straightened and her famous chest alone looked like it matched Sidney’s entire body-weight, she was clearly emulating her idol and trying to cement her reputation as “The Second Sidney.”

“Welcome to a very special, live broadcast!” she flashed her perfect Hollywood smile. “A big shout-out to all Trixie’s Pixie’s out there and all you other lovely spit-muffins, oven-roasters, soup ingredients and those looking forward to their date with the butcher’s slab! Not to mention all you other wonderful boys and girls and everything in between who have supported Miss Trixie,” she referred to herself in third-person which was something of a trade-mark of hers, a habit which intensely annoyed her parents when she did it off-camera, “in her campaign to get the cruel and unfair ban over-turned so that all of us have the right once more to be delicious!”

It was the third day after the ban on girl-meat had been over-turned world-wide and business around the globe were still trying to catch up. There had been a little muttering in the press and on social media about the fact that the extremely vocal influencer who had made herself the face of the campaign to reinstate the laws allowing the procurement, sale and consumption of girl-meat, was not among the very first to be harvested once it was legally allowed once more, with some accusing her of being “all talk” and suggesting that she would find some excuse not to go through with what she had effectively peer-pressured hundreds of thousands, possibly even millions of other girls into. The more sympathetic commentators supposed that she just wanted a little time to relish her victory before indulging in the ultimate celebration.

In truth, this has simply been the amount of time it took to set everything up how she wanted to make sure that the maximum number of people would get to watch live. Unlike most of her videos that were filmed on her phone, this one was being shot by a professional film crew that her dad, British actor and heart-throb Cam Coleman, had arranged and was being broadcast live not only on her own website, Youtube and Instagram but also on several commercial television channels world-wide, paid for by the newly rebranded Sidney’s Inc., formerly Roebuck Inc., knowing that the boom in business and expanded public acceptance of girl-meat as a legitimate and delicious food, a taboo which would have been unthinkable just decades earlier, was due in large part of Trixie’s efforts and that she deserved to be rewarded with the publicity she so craved.

Audiences all around the world tuned in to witness her final moments, none with more eagerness than her fellow meat-girls, many of whom, including Penelope, were watching on large-screen televisions set up for the purpose in abattoirs and the back-rooms and corridors of butcher’s shops where they waited, some more patiently than others, for their own slaughter. Those in the girl-meat business had been working tirelessly, with many butchers and slaughter-houses working round the clock ever since the ban had been lifted both to fill their many orders and to work through the back-log of girls desperate to become meat. While the demand for their services had always been surprisingly high with no shortage of girls and young women willing, even eager, to give up their lives to provide a good meal, the public attention brought by the ban and Trixie’s subsequent campaign had turned the heads of many girls who had never really given the idea much thought before but now saw their destiny on the menu. Penelope’s friend Amber who stood beside her, pressed in close among the dozens of other naked girls waiting to be called forward by the butcher, was one such girl.

At first, she had been roped in just to help Penelope take her photos and make her video clips in support of Trixie’s campaign just as countless other girls did. Penelope had been booked for slaughter just days after the ban was imposed and had so been looking forward to and enjoying preparing for her big day. The news had been crushing for her and Amber was keen to do anything she could to help. Although never having thought of herself as a potential meat-girl, the pretty red-head had started to find herself intrigued by the campaign, first starting to appear naked alongside Penelope in her social media posts then making some of her own before finally taking the pledge to “go all the way” as soon as she was allowed. Although initially beyond frustrated with the delay, twelve year old Penelope had come to see it as having been for the best since, in the months between her originally scheduled slaughter and the day it was finally to happen, she had gone from completely flat-chested to sporting a small but respectable and shapely set of titties which would now, she had been assured, be sliced off and put out for independent sale alongside their older teen counterparts rather than her nipples being left on her rack of ribs as was the custom with pre-pubescent girls.

All in all, the sweet blonde was very happy with her figure which, while it could still be described as slim, was meaty in all the right places, especially her thighs and juicy round rump. Amber sported similar curves although she was a little shorter and her tits, which had begun growing before Penelope’s, were a little bigger. Both were sure to provide plenty of delicious meat for the hungry public who had either missed the taste of girl-meat during the ban or had been persuaded to want to try it for the first time by the massive publicity which had accompanied both the ban and the campaign to overturn it.

“Most of you,” Trixie continued, talking to the camera, “know my little sister Rainbow.” A smaller girl stepped into shot and Trixie put an arm around her. Aside from the obvious family resemblance in their pretty faces, the sisters could not have been more different! At twelve years old, Rainbow was already nearly as tall as her sixteen year old sister and would likely overtake her in a matter of weeks, with a good three years’ growing still ahead of her. In contrast to Trixie’s voluptuous curves, she was slim, almost skinny, and her chest barely pushed against her baggy t-shirt which was white with a colourful depiction of her namesake splashed across it. Her jeans too were baggy, boyish, and her light brown hair tied back in a sensible ponytail. “Rainbow here plans to become a chef and trust me, she’s got some serious skills!” Trixie flashed another dazzling smile at the camera. “So who better to help with my preparation today?”

“Thank you!” Rainbow grinned. “I’ve got two friends here, Marcus and Antonio, to help me in the kitchen.” The camera pulled back and two very handsome, swarthy young men with immaculate hair and chiselled features, came into view. They were both in their early twenties, muscular and wearing nothing but oil above the waste. Their lower halves were clad in blue and white checked chefs’ trousers.

“No prizes for guessing who picked them!” Amber giggled to Penelope as another batch of girls were called through and they, along with the others waiting, shuffled forwards, closer to the slaughter room and their destiny.

“Oh yeah!” Penelope laughed. “Bet they had plenty of fun this morning before the cameras started rolling! Wonder if anyone filmed that part?”

“Bet someone did!” Amber grinned. “Do you think Rainbow had a go on them too? Or is she waiting until afterwards?”

“I dunno…” Penelope tilted her head to one side. “I kinda get the impression that Rainbow isn’t really into boys?”

“Could be.” Amber shrugged, looking at the time of girls ahead of them and trying to work out how long it would be before they were called through for slaughter. It seemed silly to be impatient when they were waiting for death but neither of them saw it that way – it was more of a conversion, being changed from person to food and, honestly, her legs were getting a little tired and she wished there were benches to sit on while they waited rather than standing like they were queuing for a theme park ride. In a sense, the two experiences had a lot in common since every in line was waiting with fear-tinged excitement for the thrill which awaited them at the end!

Now that the camera had pulled back, it was clear that the sisters and their hunky assistants were in a large kitchen. Rainbow took Trixie by the elbow and guided her to an island with a steel surface, the young men following close behind. They then stood either side of her and with one hand under her arm and the other on her round, meaty rump they lifted her in a sitting position up onto the work-top. Never breaking eye-contact with the camera, Trixie beamed throughout then wiggled a little to get comfy.

“And now, my lovely pixies,” she cooed at the audience, “it’s time for Miss Trixie to take off those last pesky little items of clothing so I’m all ready for cooking!” She took off her hat and passed it to Antonio then swivelled a little and held out her left foot to Marcus, inviting him to pull off her boot. He did so, quickly followed by the little ankle sock underneath, then repeated the exercise with her right boot. “Much better!” Trixie grinned, extending her bare feet towards the camera and wiggling her toes.

“My Daddy likes toes!” Penelope giggled. “I think he’s reserved mine!”

“Oh cool!” laughed Amber. “Mine was just obsessed with getting a portion of my ass!”

“Oh, that too!” Penelope agreed with more giggling. “Too bad we don’t have as much as Trixie, eh?” The teenage influencer, now completely naked, was laying on her belly on the work-surface, arms folded in front of her enormous boobs, kicking her feet idly.

“And now, my sweet pixies,” the camera zoomed in on her pretty face, “I’m going to hand over to my lovely sister to talk you through the rest of what’s happening. From now on, I’m just an ingredient after all! So, with massive thanks and love to all of you who have supported me along this journey, this is Miss Trixie, signing off!”

“Ooh that gave me a… you know!” Amber blushed a little. “A tingle? When she said she was just an ingredient!”

“I know what you mean!” Penelope agreed. “I get the same when I remember I’m just food! Most of the people who get my meat won’t have any idea at all who I was and won’t care! Plus you won’t be able to identify most of it, it will just be fresh pink cuts of delicious girl-meat!” The next group were called through for slaughter and the waiting girls shuffled forward once more.

“Thank you, Trixie!” Rainbow grinned at the camera. “And welcome everyone! I’m Rainbow Coleman and this is my kitchen.” While Trixie’s accent was mostly California with the occasional expression or pronunciation of specific words betraying her duel heritage, Rainbow sounded far more like her British father, although once again hinting at her mixed background with the occasional word or turn of phrase. “Now, as you can see, we have a premium, home-raised and full-bodied pig here!” She slapped her sister’s rump quite hard, making the meaty round backside and her thigh jiggle. “Perfect for the new compact spit available for purchase or hire now from Sidney’s inc. through all good retailers, and some dubious ones too!” She winked, grinning at her own joke. In contrast to Trixie’s hyperactive, excitable persona, Rainbow’s delivery was calm, engaging and effortlessly charismatic. It was clear that she had the natural talent for this sort of thing that her fame-hungry sister aspired to. Not that it mattered now, since it would be for her other natural attributes that Trixie Coleman would be better remembered.

“Soon we will be washing our pig,” Rainbow explained, a private smile playing around her lips as if she was amused by what was about to happen, “but first its important that she’s properly tenderised, so I am going to ask Antonio and Marcus to see to that!” Without further instruction, both young men dropped their chefs’ trousers, revealing that they had nothing on underneath. Both, as was to be expected, were well endowed and rock hard.

“Oh wait!” Squealed Trixie. “I thought that we…”

“Shush, piggy!” Rainbow chastised her with another sharp slap on the rump. “Meat doesn’t talk. Boys, do your thing!” Marcus climbed up onto the table and knelt behind Trixie, roughly lifting her hips so that her tight teen cunt was presented to him. As he entered her aggressively, Antonio stood at the other and of the table and pushed his engorged member deep into her mouth. Although shocked at this turn of events, Trixie quickly got into the three-way and rocked her hips, being fucked hard from behind, and bobbing her head back and forth while she pleasured the young man before her. After both had spent their loads inside her, the boys swapped ends, flipping the meat-girl over onto her back with Antonio now kneeling on the table to fuck her, holding her legs up around his own waist, while her lead lolled back over the edge of the table, Marcus’s manhood deep in her throat.

“Wow!” Penelope gave a low whistle as she and Amber shuffled forwards again, growing ever closer to the double doors through to the slaughter area. “I didn’t know you could show stuff like that on TV!”

“I guess it’s different because she’s meat?” suggested Amber. “I suppose the world is changing?”

“Not really our problem!” her friend giggled.

“Nope!” the red-head agreed. “All we need to worry about is being delicious!” On the screen, the boys were simultaneously spending their second loads into the soon to be roasted teenager.

“Thank you, gentlemen.” Rainbow’s smile was close to a smirk. As the young men pulled their trousers back up and resumed their standing at either end of the table, Trixie lay on her back, panting, her ample chest heaving as she tried to get her breath back. “Now it is time to scrub our pig. My assistants will be using warm water in which a lot of salt has been dissolved.

Trixie lay obediently on her back as the men began the work of scrubbing her clean. The sponges they were using were harsh, abrasive, and the salt water stung her raw skin but it was a necessary part of being cooked alive. Keeping Trixie visible in the background, the camera focussed on Rainbow who began to mix the stuffing for her sister, explaining all the while what she was doing, the recipe she was using and how viewers could recreate it at home. Penelope and Amber were so engrossed in the cooking show that they didn’t notice the line more forward again until a tall girl of about thirteen who was behind them in line gave a rather pointed cough and they suddenly noticed the space in front of them, quickly shuffling forward to fill it. Girls, they had observed, were being called through in groups of four and there were only two girls now, a pair of cute brunette sisters of around nine and ten years old, between them and the door. They would be part of the next batch summoned for slaughter!

“There!” Rainbow declared, setting aside the bowl of rub she had just prepared – a mixture of oil, rock-salt, ground pepper and various other fresh herbs smashed in a pestle and mortar, and placing it next to the much larger bowl of stuffing. “Now everything is prepared to stuff and coat our pig, but before we do that,” she smiled at the camera, “we have to gut it.” She walked over to the main work-area again where Trixie was now back on her belly, breathing heavily with her skin glowing pink from the aggressive scrubbing. If she was feeling nervous about what was about to happen, she was not betraying it on her face, any more than Rainbow let on any mixed feelings she might have about what she was about to do to her sister. Both girls looked calm and happy, equal partners in giving a presentation. “Now, of course,” continued the younger girls, “the traditional method of stuff of course involves slicing open the belly but when you have an especially attractive young sow as we do here,” she slapped Trixie’s meaty rump once more, seeming to enjoy the opportunity of spanking her big sister and seeing how many times she could work it into the presentation, “preserving the integrity of the roast can be preferable, so we need to find another method.”

“Since any method of removing the viscera from a live pig is going to be painful,” Rainbow explained, “it is necessary to gag your pig prior to gutting. You can do this with a simple ball-gag,” she held one up for illustration, “a wad of cloth suck as a tea-towel, or you can employ a rather more fun method which is what we’re going to do today. Marcus?” Grinning, the model-like chef’s assistant dropped his trousers once more, giving the watching audience a good eye-full of his apparently ever-ready manhood before walking to the end of the table and using it to gag the naked teen, taking hold of her wrists at the same time and pinning them to the table. The camera followed Rainbow as she walked around to the other end of the table where Trixie’s meaty rump and plump, wet fillet were on full display. She picked up a knife with a thin, extremely sharp blade about two inches long.

“Antonio?” she smiled up at the other assistant. “If you could assist, please?” Smiling, the young man reached over and pulled apart the cheeks of Trixie’s firm, round backside which jiggled as she sucked Marcus off, distracting her from what was about to happen. Up until that point, she could have called the whole thing off and walked away with nothing but her reputation and integrity harmed, but once Rainbow began the next process, there could be no going back! When her tight, clean ass-hole was fully exposed, Rainbow tapped it with the tip of her knife.

“Marcus is pretty brave!” Amber giggled, her eyes glued to the screen.

“What do you mean?” asked Penelope. “What’s brave about getting a blow-job? Showing his dick on TV you mean? I know I’ve not seen that many,” she giggled a little, “but it didn’t look to me like he has anything to be embarrassed about!”

“No, dumbass!” the red-head stuck out her tongue. “Putting his dick in the mouth of someone who’s about to get gutted! He’ll be lucky if she doesn’t bite it off!”

“Eww poor Trixie!” Penelope laughed. “That would be like eating boy and everyone knows that boys taste gross!” The friends giggled Rainbow prepared a large bowl to decant her sister’s innards into, giving her a further spank for good measure while chastising the teen to stop wiggling and stay still! The girls were so engrossed at the spectacle on the television, as Rainbow carefully cut around her sister’s anus, hooked it out with the tip of her blade then took hold of what looked like a length of bloody rope and began to tug it out, feeding it from one hand to the other, that they did not noticed at first when they were called forward.

“Hey!” the tired-looking middle-aged man at the door whistled sharply to get their attention. “You two! You’re up!”

“Oh!” Penelope exclaimed apologetically, startled and noticing that the two girls ahead of them had already gone through the door that the man was somewhat impatiently holding open. “Sorry!” Her apology was sincere – in was clear how busy they were and the team were working their hardest to make sure all the waiting girls were processed efficiently, not waiting any longer than they had to, and she felt like she and Amber had let the side down a little by allowing themselves to get distracted and not being as helpful as they could be. Quickly, so as to avoid further disruption, they scampered through the door to the slaughter area which closed behind them.

As they passed through the doors, the friends saw the two sisters who had been ahead of them already hanging upside down by sharp hooks through their ankles. The younger of the two was shuddering and thrashing as she bled out from the deep gash in her neck, held open by one of the workers pulling on her long brown pony-tail, while the other was very much alive, watching her sister with her chest rising and falling in anticipation while she awaited her own turn. Penelope was about to ask what they needed to do but her question was rendered unnecessary when one of the workers grabbed her with obviously well-practised technique, using one arm to pin her arms to her side while supporting her weight in the small of her back with his other hand. She gave a quick yelp as she was scooped up but more from surprise than actual alarm.

Before she knew it, another assistant was pushing the hooks in through the webbing just above her heels. Given how many questions she and Amber had been asked when they arrived, not to mention when they had re-registered themselves as livestock for slaughter, she had expected to be asked at least once more if she was sure before her actual slaughtering began. And yet, it seemed as if the workers were getting straight on with their job with no further confirmation. She would not have changed her mind if given the opportunity of course, any more than Amber would, not to mention the two sisters ahead of them or any of the dozens of girls who had passed through the doors while they waited in line, but she was still a little surprised.

As she was carefully lowered to dangle, quickly adjusting to the pain of her new piercings on which her entire weight was supported, she wondered what would happen if a girl were to want to pull out at the last minute or maybe panic when they saw the apparatus of their slaughter – would they be let go, she wondered? Shown out some side exit to avoid damaging the morale of the waiting meat-girls, or would she perhaps be restrained? Gagged or even shocked unconscious before being hung up and having her throat cut? With Amber now hanging beside her, giggling a little as the blood rushed to her head, excited to finally have reached this climactic moment of her short life, Penelope was glad she would not have to find out!

Both sisters were dead now, almost completely bled out, their delicious young bodies hanging limp with their arms gently swaying, no longer even twitching. One of the butchers began opening up the younger sister’s taught belly. Penelope turned her head to watch with interest but almost immediately felt it yanked back and her hair was grabbed from behind. She could hear whistling and realised it was the butcher who was about to slaughter her whistling while he worked.

“Guess this is it!” She tried to look at Amber but received a sharp yank on her pony-tail and a slap on the rump.

“No talking!” came the voice from behind her, mirroring the way Rainbow has chastised Trixie.

“Yeah naughty piggy!” Amber giggled, earning herself a sharp spank of her own which was not entirely unwelcome! The next thing Penelope knew, the blade was at her throat, cutting deep. It did not hurt like she had thought it might, not at first anyway, since the edge was so sharp. She watched with detached fascination as her blood fountained forth, her head pulled back impossible far to open the cut in her throat to a wedge-shaped gap so that the blood would flow out quickly. A gurgle from beside her was enough to inform her that Amber had just suffered the same fate. There was a burning around the wounds, then the cold as their hot blood gushed from their soon to be butchered pre-teen bodies and then they hung still, as dead as the gutted sisters beside them.

Still whistling, the butcher released Penelope’s hair and let her head hang as limp as the rest of her body. To one side, his assistant was doing the same with Amber, while on the other side, the sisters’ heads had been removed, their plump fillets cut out to be sold independently and their carcasses halved. The whistling butcher felt Penelope’s firm young breast and assessed that they, indeed, should be sold independently then used his knife to slice them off before carving out her fillet. Less than ten minutes after passing through the doors, the two young friends were reduced to cuts of meat, each loaded into a plastic storage box so that the reserved cuts could be retrieved before the rest was put on sale or sent out to the various cafes and small restaurants the establishment supplied, and the next four girls were called through for slaughter.

In the studio kitchen, the far more complex and decorous gutting of Trixie Coleman was continuing, the meat-girl still very much alive, moaning around the substantial organ being used to gag her. In order to remove some of the organs as they came, Rainbow had to widen the hole a little and was now reaching inside her sister with her arm submerged above the elbow. When she drew it out holding the last of the removable viscera, it was sticky and bloody. Antonio handed her a warm, wet towel to clean up with while Marcus stopped holding back and allowed himself to cum in Trixie’s mouth once more.

The teen influencer, her body-cavity emptied out and dribbling cum down her chin as she slumped down onto the table, half insensible from the physical shock of her gutting, was allowed to rest for a few minutes before being stuffed while Rainbow took the bowl of offal to her other working station and began to sort it into edible and waste, explaining the process to the audience as she did so. Soon she had two piles and Marcus, his trousers back up again, came and took away the pile of inedible guts which, Rainbow assured her audience, would not be wasted but used for pet food and fertilizer. She then took a blender and dropped in the kidneys, liver, ovaries and stomach after chopping them all into smaller pieces. A quick spin around the motorised blades and the meat was reduced to something like pulp.

“Of course the stuffing will cook inside our pig,” Rainbow explained, “but to be on the safe side, these meat parts we’re going to start off in the pan.” She walked over to the stove, followed by the cameras of course, and poured the pinkish-grey mulch into a large wok which she began to stir over a low heat. “Of course,” she continued, smiling at the camera, “the ingredients I’m adding to the stuffing here can be cooked independently, as a side or appetiser, or boiled down in the gravy if you prefer, but I’m opting to use them as part of the main course. You’ll see I’m not adding any spices or seasoning to the meat,” the camera panned down to show the rapidly browning contents of the wok, “and that’s because it will be mixed in with the rest of the stuffing.” What had looked like bloody mulch before was now more closely resembling ground meat for pasta sauce or burritos. Apparently satisfied, Rainbow turned off the gas and returned to her work area where the bowl of stuffing was waiting for her.

Maintaining her commentary as she did so, sharing an anecdote about how the stuffing recipe she was using was inspired by a meal she and Trixie, along with their parents and little brother, had enjoyed on their last visit to an exclusive, private girl-meat restaurant, before the ban had come into force which had delayed Trixie’s planned harvest and prompted her to launch her campaign, Rainbow stirred the lightly cooked meat into the rest of the stuffing mix. Every time she referred to her big sister, she did so in past tense, as if she were already dead. The implication was clear – Trixie Coleman, the human being, was gone. The gutted and well-fucked teen laying panting on the work-surface was a pig waiting to be cooked. Just food and nothing more.

“And now,” Rainbow grinned, lifting the bowl of stuffing, “it’s time to get our lovely, juicy pig stuffed then we can get her on the rotisserie!” Once again she gave Trixie’s big round backside a firm slap, making it jiggle. The teen meat-girl moaned softly, mostly out of it. “We need to work quite quickly now,” Rainbow informed the audience, “to make sure our pig is still alive when put on to cook, as per her request. So,” she grinned, “let’s get to work!” One of the young men held Trixie’s meaty cheeks apart once more, giving the audience a good view of her glistening fillet as well as the bloody opening where her anus had been. “There are tools you can use for this,” Rainbow explained, taking a big handful of the stuffing and moulding it like a snowball, “but the old-fashioned way is the most effective! Not to mention, the most fun!” Still grinning, she closed her fist around the ball of stuffing and buried her arm once more into her sister’s emptied-out cavity.

Trixie opened her mouth and gasped but did not cry out or scream as her younger sister continued shove handful after handful of stuffing inside her. While she worked, the two young men were working in the background, setting up the rotisserie frame on which Trixie would cook over a bed of real coals ventilated well from above, much like the roasting pit in their kitchen at home. Although it had been perfectly legal for many years, prior to Mackenzie Chastain’s allegations, the eating of girl-meat had remained somewhat controversial, meaning that their father’s love of it, despite being an open secret in Hollywood, had been kept out of the public eye.

For all of Trixie and Rainbow’s childhood, he had held exclusive parties where delicious girls were served – his favourite treat was teenage fans who his employees would find for him, either through his various fan-sites or at cinemas where his incredibly popular movies were showing. There had never been any issues finding girls to fulfil Cam Coleman’s menu requirements – when at one time, teen groupies might have dreamt of sex with their idol, it seemed that the fans of today wanted nothing more than to be their favourite star’s dinner! Trixie had been around ten years old when she first started to envy the girls her father liked to eat. It had been around the same time that her now famous tits had started to grow. By the time she was twelve, they were bigger than most of the girls’ on the menu and she started to wonder what they had that she didn’t! After years of badgering and tantrums, her parents had finally agreed that she could be cooked for their annual Golden Globes party, her own globes roasted golden.

Already a very popular influencer and celebrity in her own right, Trixie started documenting her journey to the table, appearing naked more often than not, which certainly did not reduce her audience, filming her fitness sessions and spa visits and visiting various showrooms where different spits, ovens and other cooking apparatus were displayed. Her dream had been smashed, however, by the world-wide ban on the harvest of girl-meat following allegations that Sidney Roebuck, the pioneer of modern cannibalism, had changed her mind at the last minute and an unwilling, innocent girl slaughtered in her place. All was not lost, however, because this set-back gave Trixie Coleman a chance for even greater publicity, becoming the face of the international campaign to over-turn the ban. It could be argued that it was the exposure of the lie rather than any of the arguments made by the campaign that had led to the reinstatement of legalised cannibalism but Trixie had publicly acknowledged it as a victory and was now enjoying the ultimate celebration.

The biggest advantage of the campaign had been to bring girl-meat, a niche delicacy up until then, into the forefront of public discussion and debate, with many who had not considered it before eager to try it and many more girls desperate to follow Sidney and Trixie, often referred to in almost Messianic tones as “The Second Sidney” to slaughter. The metaphorical genie was well and truly out of the bottle and, with the re-legalisation of cannibalism, eating girls had entered the mainstream and there would be no turning back.

“And there we have it!” Rainbow grinned at the camera, wiping her hands on a fresh wet towel. “One fully-stuffed pig ready for oiling and mounting! But before we do that…” She took an apple which had been peeled and cored and used it to plug the hole where her sister’s ass had once been. Although it had a large hole through the middle, wide enough for the spit, it was enough to stop the stuffing oozing out. Trixie groaned as it was shoved in, her belly stretched uncomfortably by her new filling. Although in a slightly hazy, dream-like state, the celebrity meat-girl was still very much aware of where she was and what was happening to her. Soon she would be mounted on the brand new rotisserie frame and set to cook, fulfilling her dream of so many years and hopefully helping to launch her beloved little sister’s career at the same time! Of course they had teased each other and bickered as siblings always do but there had always been a deep affection between them. As badly as Trixie wanted to be meat, Rainbow wanted to be a chef and so kick-starting her career by cooking her in front of a world-wide audience had been the best parting gift Trixie could have given her. For her part, the parting gift Rainbow had given her in the shower just before coming on set had left the teen in no doubt that her little sister was into girls and left her a little envious of what her future wife had to look forward to!

At Rainbow’s order, a frame was wheeled on – like a higher version of the portable clothing rails seen back-stage at fashion shows. Cuffs were hanging from the ends of the top cross-bar and near the bottom corners too. Carefully, Trixie was helped to her feet, her arms around the shoulders of the young men who stood either side of her, supporting her around her waist. She was clearly very weak, unsteady on her feet, and there was no way she’d have been able to support herself or stand on her own but they got her to the frame and used the cuffs to lock her in position, slumped forward a little in an X-shaped pose, her stuffed belly swollen and head lolling forwards sleepily although she did manage to look up briefly and even smile for the camera.

“Before we mount our pig,” Rainbow explained, “it’s time to coat her with the rub I prepared. Now,” she addressed the audience through the camera, “you might before to do this before the stuffing but it’s fairly inevitable that you’ll mess up the coating while you gut and stuff your pig, requiring a lot of fixing later anyway so I recommend waiting until afterwards like we have today.” She took up the bowl of oily mixture, cradling it in her arm, and also a wooden spoon. “The best way to start,” she explained, “is to pour some of the mix on like this,” she used the spoon to drizzle the oily mixture over Trixie’s chest and onto her big, round boobs then handed the bowl and spoon to Antonio who did the same on her back and shoulders before passing the bowl on to Markus, “and then use your hands to rub it in!” With obvious glee, Rainbow began to massage the rub into her sister’s boobs which, by then, were almost as well-known as her face!

As she worked, Rainbow thought back to not too many hours before when she had joined her sister in the shower, to help her prepare for her final performance. Then it had been soap she had rubbed over her sisters full, round breasts, caressing them from behind with her own young, naked, soapy body pressed against hers. There had been experiments with her girl friends before, of course, especially during her sleep-over at her best friend Angela’s house, but she had never got intimate with her sister before. In fact, despite her frequent nudity and somewhat wanton public persona, Trixie Coleman had only ever been fucked by one person, until her session with the two assistants the night before, of course, and that had been their dad!

Her first time ever had actually been witnessed by Rainbow and the two girls who had been procured as food for the party that night. So excited to hear that she would finally be allowed to be on the menu herself, Trixie had recorded a special episode of her show with the two meat-girls in which they had stripped her and removed her body-hair while Rainbow filmed. Their dad had been so amused and aroused when he came to check on them and found his busty teen daughter naked and flaunting her body as meat that he had bent her over and fucked her right there in her bedroom, making sure that the camera was off first, of course! That had been the first time but far from the last, although he never acknowledged their regular liaisons in conversation and would refuse to call Trixie by her name while he fucked her, referring to her only as “meat” or “meat-girl”, something which the teen found only made the experiences more erotic. He would also refuse her if she came to him wearing any form of clothing, even sexy lingerie. In order to be given the fucking she craved, she had to present herself to him as meat and nothing more. And that was just how she liked it!

While perhaps a little jealous of the extra attention this afforded her sister, who was very good at drawing the spotlight onto herself at the best of times, Rainbow had no desire for their famously handsome dad, or for any man for that matter. Having grown up around her and watched her body develop from skinny little girl to voluptuous teen, Rainbow had now particular sexual attraction to her sister either but thinking of her as meat triggered something in her and she understood why fucking his meat-girl daughter got her dad so hot and bothered. Massaging her lovely boobs and knowing that she would soon be cooking them, Rainbow felt more horny than she had ever down before in her life.

“Hope the boys were good last night!” she had whispered to her sister who had already begun to finger herself, “But nobody knows how to make a girl feel good like another girl!” She had let go of the luscious melons and moved around in front of her sister then had taken hold of the shower- head to rinse the soap from both her sister’s curves and her own more boyish figure then, smiling sweetly, she had knelt down and buried her tongue in Trixie’s smooth, hairless, delicious teen cunt. It was the longest she had ever spent licking another girl, the previous experiences having been giggling experimentation between friends, and certainly the first time she had caused anyone to orgasm with her tongue. Feeling proud of herself, she had kissed her sisters cunt lips and pubic mound then worked her way up her belly to suck on her famous nipples, slipping her fingers inside the warm opening between Trixie’s legs, at the same time pulling her sister’s meaty leg forward and straddling it so she could get herself off by rubbing against it while she continued to pleasure her sister with her fingers and bite gently on her nipples before finally kissing her passionately as she gave Trixie her second orgasm in as many minutes.

The exhilaration from the encounter filled her with the energy she used for the live broadcast. Having spent more than enough time on the firm but pillowy globes, she moved down to Trixie’s belly. Behind the meat-girl, Antoinio was massaging her back and shoulders while Marcus had got the prized job of oiling her rump. After covering the belly quickly, Rainbow moved down further and soon her fingers were deep inside her sister’s meaty fillet as they had been in the shower but now with the surreal experience of the tips of her fingers hitting stuffing since the organs at the end of the passage had been removed, some of them pulverised and put back inside as part of the stuffing. In her semi-conscious state, Trixie moaned, transported back to the memory of the pleasure in the shower by the feeling of her sister’s delicate fingers inside her once more. The boys moved on to Trixie’s arms then, after pinching her clit to make her cum once more, Rainbow stood up and stood back, delighting the studio audience and those watching at home and elsewhere by licking her fingers clean, to allow the boys to coat Trixie’s lovely legs.

“And now our pig is ready for spitting!” Rainbow smiled to the camera. “I’ll be doing the honours, then they boys will be helping to mount her. Now, it just so happens,” she grinned, taking up a sharp-ended pole around five feet long, noticeably shorter than the typical spits used for roasting girls over coal-pits, “And it just so happens that this frame we have her strapped into keeps our pig in the perfect position for spitting.”

The camera followed Rainbow as she went around to behind her restrained sister. With the way she was strapped in, hanging slightly, leaning a little forward, her spit-holes were well presented.

“If you don’t have your pig in a frame like this,” Rainbow explained to the camera, “you can have her kneel on a table but you’ll probably need assistance to hold her still. However willing and cooperative your pig may be, the body cannot help but react to what it perceives as attack so, unless you’re going to slaughter your pig prior to cooking, which spoils a lot of the fun both for you and for them, you’re going to encounter a little resistance. Now, fortunately,” she prodded the apple plugging what had been Trixie’s ass, it barely moved, “the stuffing inside our pig is firm enough to hold the apple in place as we push the spit through it. Of course, you can use either hole and adjust the stabiliser accordingly but we’ll be going in today through the back door.” She lined the spit up with the hole in the apple and started to push.

At first, Trixie did not reach much – the spit was causing no new damage after all since her insides had been pulled out and replaced with stuffing. There was a little discomfort as it pushed its way through, displacing the thick filling and pushing it further out, making the stretching worse, but little more. When it passed behind her heart, however, and entered her oesophagus, she gave a yelp and sobbed a little, not from fear but from the pain as the sharp tip pushed at the back of her throat, tearing its way through. The camera now showed the teen influencer’s face as she coughed a few drops of bright red blood before the spit erupted through her mouth, her wide eyes looked more startled than anything else. Pulling back, the camera showed her ample chest heaving as she breathed heavily while Rainbow pushed the spit the last few inches inside her.

While Rainbow was spitting her sister, the assistants had been preparing the roasting frame. Now, with the young presenter continuing her commentary, they carefully released Trixie from her restraints then carried her over to the waiting mount. Quickly, they had all the pieces assembled and the bottom of the spit screwed into place but still Trixie’s arms and legs were loose, so that she was basically sitting on the bottom bar of the frame with the spit forcing her to look upwards at the top cross-bar in which the tip of the spike was now buried. For comfort, she held onto the two side-bars with weak hands.

“First, let’s fix our pigs feet in place.” Rainbow smiled then, like a parent helping their child on a climbing frame at the park, she helped first Trixie’s left foot up onto the cross-bar then her right. Once they were in place, with the teen meat-girl now squatting, she slipped metallic cable-ties through holes in the poles, looped them around Trixie’s ankles then pulled them tight. Although the camera could not see Trixie’s face, it caught her sharp, wincing intake of breath as the thick metal strips were pulled so tight they dug into the flesh of her ankles.

“For the next part,” Rainbow explained, “I’ll need one of the boys to help me. Markus?” The young man stood behind Trixie and took hold of her under her arms then lifted her up until her lips were almost touching the top cross-bar, raising her rump and fillet a good foot and a half off the lower bar. As he held her in place, Rainbow slide the stabilising spike on its loose ring up the pole and pushed it deep into her sister’s plump, glistening cunt. Once it was in place, she tightened the thumb-screw to make sure that it would not slip down, leaving Trixie squatting in the frame. Finally, she took her sister’s arms and fixed her wrists close to the top of the mount the way she had with her ankles, leaving Trixie looking like a surprisingly sexy pot-bellied frog ready for dissection!

“And now we have just one more step we need to take before we put our pig on to cook!” She took up two long skewers, with rings on the end like for sheesh kebabs, brandishing them like a stage conjurer, grinning cheekily. “One of the most asked questions about our pig here,” she almost giggled, “is are these real?” She switched both skewers into one hand then reached out with her other and lifted Trixie’s left breast, giving it a squeeze. “Well, they might look as if they’re inflated like balloons and would pop if you stuck a pin in them but I can assure you they are one hundred percent organic girl-meat and I’m about to prove it to you!” Before continuing, she pinched and rubbed Trixie’s big, perky pink nipple, making the impaled teen moan around the spit. “Here we go!” Rainbow grinned at the camera, waving one of the skewers. She set the other down on the work-surface and took hold of her sister’s boob once more then, starting at the upper left, she pierced the tender meat and pushed the skewer through diagonally until it emerged out the other side, around half way down. As the thin spike impaled her chest, Trixie hissed and groaned, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

“See?” Rainbow grinned at the camera, “It didn’t explode! But, for real, we’re doing this so they don’t burst during cooking as they’re likely to swell in the heat and, if we’d not made these holes, we risk the skin bursting and losing their pretty shape which would be a shame since, as the saying goes, the first bite is with the eye and we want our pig her to look beautiful when served.” She now took hold of the right breast and eased the skewer through its lower hemisphere. Next, she took the second skewer and repeated the exercise in mirror image, piercing the right breast and pinning it to the left. “There!” the younger girl declared triumphantly. “Now they’ll cook evenly without bursting and leaking, and,” she added with a giggle, “we’ve proved that they’re not inflated! Is everything ready?” she asked Antonio who nodded. “Excellent! Now, without further ado, let’s put our pig on to roast!”

Between them, the young men lifted the frame in which Trixie was mounted and carried it to a large, open-fronted oven. Carefully, they moved her into position and locked the frame in place. Metal strips around the edges, running the length of Trixie’s body, began to glow and she gave a sort of whimper of sob, muffled by the spit of course, which sounded far more like a happy exclamation of relief than any sort of sign of distress. Finally, after years of badgering her parents and months of tireless campaigning, she was getting her wish! Trixie Coleman, teenage influencer and technically one of the richest young celebrities in the world, was food.

“This is where our live broadcast stops for now,” Rainbow informed the camera, “since our pig will take four hours to cook properly. But fear not, we’ll be back then to show you how to remove her from the frame and serve the delicious roast meat! Until then, if you want to, you can follow every moment of her cooking via the live webcam on our site.” She gave the address. “Until then, stay hungry for the delicious and stay delicious for the hungry! I’m Rainbow Coleman and this is my kitchen!” She grinned and gave a wink to the camera, bringing the broadcast to a close. Around the world, television channels cut to local presenters and celebrity guests to give their thoughts on what had been seen and the websites that were live-streaming the event switched to showing the static webcam footage of Trixie slowing turning in her oven, noticably humping the spit and stabiliser which impaled her, her pierced boobs jiggling as she breathed heavily.

“Might see if I can turn that into a screen-saver!” Joe the butcher chuckled, turning the volume down on the television behind the counter with a slightly soiled remote, eyes still on the erotically hypnotic image on the screen. “Can you imagine just having that play on a loop in the background twenty-four seven?” he asked the next customer in line with a chuckle.

“Would you be able to get any work done?” the man replied with a good-natured grin. Aside from Joe himself, there were three assistants serving customers, doing their best to keep up with the fresh demand for girl-meat, but the line still snaked out the door. Aside from the line of customers, mostly adults but with some families or mothers with children, there was a second line of naked girls waiting to do their part of fulfil the demand, not only of the customers in the shop but of the various cafes, small restaurants, catering vans and other food companies Joe supplied. The majority were pre-teens, around ten to twelve, but over all they ranged in age from as young as six or seven up to late teens.