The boiled meat practically fell away from Maria’s bones as the caterers dressed as pirates served her up, cutting slices of her meatiest parts and shredding other like pulled pork. Unseen by the children, Smee had gutted the carcass and cut away the most desirable meat from her front so that she could be served as she way without the need to move her. With Miranda, on the other hand, once her chest, belly and fronts of her thighs were stripped of their meat, the carefully rolled her onto her side to access her meaty rump and the rest of her thick, toned, ballet-dancer’s thighs. The crispy, flavoursome, deep-fried fairy meat was a big hit and all the children came back for seconds from both girls with many requesting third or fourth helpings. Peter, of course, was given a portion of his own, as were Melanie and the other workers, with Peter being allowed to slip into the house on his own for half an hour’s peace since he would be expected to carry the next part of the afternoon more of less on his own.

Still turning on her spit, her breathing laboured but steady, Sophie rocked her hips, loving the sensation as wave after wave of pleasure more intense than she thought possible flooded her impaled young body. She wasn’t even feeling the heat any more, or rather she had grown so used to it that it didn’t both her any more. Everyone now and then, she would feel the cool tingle of the basting brushes again and she wondered how much longer it would be before she too was ready to serve up. Although she was not positioned in a way that she was able to see what was going on, she could smell the cooked meat of the other girls and hear the happy comments from the children as they greedily tucked in. She hoped they would be hungry again by the time she was ready. She wondered how Luke was getting on inside the crocodile. The nature of that particular cooking device meant that it was impossible to check on the progress of the meat inside but Melanie had seemed very confident that it would work.

The performance had been so much fun, especially once her admittedly pretty costume had been stripped off and she had been able to show herself off in the nude, enjoying the hungry looks from the children who looked forward to having her for dinner and the looks of hunger mixed with something else from many of the parents, especially the dads! A different kind of hunger, perhaps? Either way she loved the attention and now she got to roast over open coals while everyone watched, hopefully getting more and more ravenous for her meat the closer she got to being done!

When the first course was finished and the scraps cleared away, Tinkerbelle’s uncooked head removed and put on top of a pole as an extra decoration and Tiger-Lilly’s pretty hair cut away at the scalp like a wig and given to one of the little girls among the guests to wear as a costume piece, Peter came back out and led the children in a series of games around the garden such as follow the leader, hide and seek, and tag – simple, childish games like he and the Lost Boys played every day in Neverland!

As she stood keeping an eye on the roasting girl on the spit, Melanie received many more enquiries from parents, some even asking if it might be possible for their children and a few close friends to join the cast of their own party and be served up for their guests. Melanie handed out business cards to all who were interested and promised to reply to all email enquiries within two working days.

Too sleepy to hump her spit now, Sophie relaxed, the slow, continuous turning motion reminding her of waves. In fact, with the heat of the sun and the coals, it was easy to imagine herself laying relaxed, naked and content in the bottom of a wooden rowing boat bobbing on the ocean. She closed her eyes and saw herself there, basking in the warmth of the sun as the ocean currents carried her far, far away.

Half an hour later, the Wendy roast was ready to serve and Melanie judged that the former pirate Captain would be also. She signalled to Peter who gathered the children together and called for hush.

“Do you hear that?” he asked. The children all fell silent, straining to hear what he was pointing out. It was the ticking of the clock inside the crocodile, ever so faint at first but growing louder with each passing second. “It’s that big old croc that swallowed Captain Hook!” Peter exclaimed. “Let’s go see what it wants!” He led them to the performance area where Smee and Melanie were carefully lifting Wendy’s spit off the coals and onto a carving mount. “Stay back!” Peter warned them, drawing his sword as the ticking grew ever louder.

The huge head and shoulders of the monstrous crocodile emerged once more, snorting and growling with steam coming out of its nostrils, then, with a tremendous burp that that children of course found absolutely hilarious, it opened its mouth, revealing the roasted, hook-handed teen within!

“Why, look!” Peter laughed. “The croc has digested its fill of codfish and coughed the rest back up for us! Fetch a dish!” he ordered. “We’re feasting well today!” Using the same hooks that had used to extract Tinkerbelle from the barrel of Long Tom, the pirates carefully fished their golden-brown former captain out of the crocodile’s mouth, after which the beast retreated back into its cave and the ticking faded. Although nowhere near as appetising to behold as Wendy, of course, or as Tinkerbelle or Tiger-Lilly had been, there was no denying that Captain Hook had roasted up well, the crocodile’s digestive juices apparently seasoning him to perfection as he roasted in its belly, and, as the children rushed to get a piece of Wendy, the parents were invited to form a line of their own for a slice of Hook!

Of course, many of the children wanted to try some of the pirate too and there was plenty to go around! His thick sausage, however, was reserved especially for Mrs Campbell while her husband and son received an oyster each. The birthday boy was also granted one of Wendy’s cute little breasts and sweetly asked that his dad be given the other. Her plump fillet was carefully carved around the spit and, again at the request of the youngest Campbell, given to Peter as a thank you for coming to his party and as a reward for defeating the dastardly Captain Hook! Her rump was the first part to be carved down to the bone, of course, followed by her thighs, but by the time everyone had eaten their fill of the delicious, sweet and smokey meat, there was little left of Wendy but a greasy skeleton, still mounted on the spit, given a somewhat comical appearance by the fact her hair was still in place despite the meat of her face being cut away and enjoyed. The remaining meat on Luke’s carcass was stripped and put into plastic containers for the Campbells’ fridge and the hook given to the birthday boy as a trophy and memento of the best birthday party he had ever had so far!

Leaving her team to finish the clean-up once all the guests had gone home, Melanie drove the minibus back to the company’s headquarters herself, thinking about how much of a success the day had been, how it had seemed an improvement even on her Alice party and wondering what lessons she could take from it into the future. Flicking on the vehicles stereo to a playlist of songs from popular children’s movies, she wondered what the theme of her next challenge might be!


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