To the obvious delight of the crowd, she took the oil bottle offered by her colleague and poured some into her hands before beginning to apply it to her own body as nonchalantly as if it were sun cream while her colleague went behind and began to apply it to her back and shoulders, making his way down to her meaty rump while she, having oiled her own belly and legs, made sure that her lovely, form, bouncy breasts were also well covered. With total casualness, as if she the piece of meat she was helping to prepare was not herself, she turned and asked for more oil while she then rubbed liberally over her inner thighs and into her eager spit-hole.

“I wanna help you butter me on the day!” Samantha grinned up at Josh. “It looks so much fun and there’s something so…” she searched for the right word, “Thrilling, about helping out with your own cooking!”

“Of course!” Josh smiled at her, noticing with amusement that Amelia was one of the many onlookers filming the scene in front of them, no doubt imagining herself in the teen’s position as she would be in just a few short months. The teen then took up the appropriate pose on the spitting bench and Josh couldn’t help wondering what path she had taken to reach this moment – had she been a meat-girl bought for the occasion who had agreed to help out the team until her meat was needed, or had she been an employee of the catering company who had been asked to take on very special extra duties for this event? Did all the women and girls who worked for that company have clauses in their contracts about the potential for being on the menu? Or perhaps once a meat-girl had signed up with them, they put her on staff until she was required as something of a retainer? Either way, whatever the pretty, rather voluptuous teen had been that morning, she was meat now, just the same as the partially-stripped carcass on the middle table and her porcine counterpart on the other spit.

The young man who had assisted with her oiling, no doubt quite a coveted job within the team, was now fixing a number of straps to hold her in position, not because anyone seriously thought she would make any attempt to escape, but because the body has a tendency to thrash involuntarily when it senses what it percieves as an attack and the more still a meat-girl can be kept during her spitting, the easier and more enjoying the experience will be for everyone involved. With her chin resting in a cup, hands gripping the provided handles, feet against the angled rests, rump slightly raised and with thick straps across her back, shoulder and neck, the girl was ready for the spit which was now brought over by the young man who had been cleaning it.

As the audience, including Josh and the girls, watched in delight, the young man inserted the tip of the spit into his colleague’s well-oiled spit-hole and began to push. She moaned with pleasure and squirmed a little, to the extent that her restraints would allow, but showed no signs of pain, only gasping and looking a little surprised as the tip pierced her internally, passing what was known as the point of no return.

Although this was not the first spitting she had witness, it was very different from what she had seen at Sidney’s and Samantha watched in awe as the thick metal pole continued its path through the girl’s delicious young body, pausing only momentarily as it hit the obstruction that obstruction that was the back of her throat before the young man applied a little extra pressure and it erupted out from between her teeth like a sped-up time-lapse of a growing plant. This, of course, earned another round of applause from the audience and, as the restraints were removed, the girl gave a wave of acknowledgment with both hands before sharp, horizontal skewers were used to pin her arms and legs to the central pole and her wrists and ankles secured with quarter-in wide metal cable-ties. Her prep complete, she was lifted on her pole by the two young men and placed in the roasting device where, almost immediately, she began to turn over the glowing orange heating elements.

To be continued…