Giggling, Paige and Chloe ran off towards the shower while Mollie fielded some questions about the spitting process, Emma still very much alive and moving her eyes as she listened, still feeling like a part of the group. It provided a nice distraction for her too from the huge craving she was feeling to hump her spit, to make the most of the thick, metal pole stretching out her tight young vagina, but somehow it seemed indecent to start doing so right there in the kitchen. Once she was over the coals it would be acceptable, expected even, but until then she had to try to exercise a little restraint.

“Are you ready for...oh!” Lydia came into the kitchen and put her hand to her mouth in surprise, not having expected to see the entire group in the nude. “Sorry!” she laughed, correctly reading the situation but deciding to have a bit of fun. “Did the meat delivery come early? I thought we weren’t expecting it until tomorrow?”

“Aww sorry to disappoint you,” Mollie grinned, “but these girls are here to eat rather than be eaten! For now, anyway!” She winked at the tour group, some of whom seemed a little shocked by her comment but most of whom giggled with some smiling in that knowing way that Mollie understood only too well. This was definitely not the last time some of these girls would be visiting the SB Catering facility although next time it would not be for a tour! “But since you’re here, I could use your help moving this piggy onto the prep mount?” Lydia crossed the room and chatted to the girls, admiring the piggy and discussing what they had thought about the spitting process while Mollie fetched the wheeled mount that would assist both with prep and carving when the time came, a fat bed with sturdy wheels on the bottom and two upright poles with mounts at the top that the spit could be rested in. Once the wheels were locked like the spitting frame, they lifted Emma on her pole from on to the other. Emma felt a jolt of electric pleasure pass through her impaled body and the spit was dropped into the mounts, sending vibrations along its length from both ends which met in the middle then bounced back.

“With this mount,” Mollie explained, noticing the two girls who had helped with the prep return from the shower and slip back in at the back of the group, “we can turn the piggy to add more seasoning,” She demonstrated by rotating Emma a full three hundred and sixty degrees. “It also means, when the time comes to carve the meat, we can move her away from the coals and then get to all the tasty parts easily!” She gave Emma’s breast a cheeky squeeze then rolled her back around to slap her rump.

Explaining the different flavour combinations as she went, Mollie sprinkled Emma’s oily body with black pepper from the grinder then a light dusting of garlic flakes that she sprinkled by hand. Hearing her body described so frankly as meat and the discussion about how she would taste was sending Emma close to crazy with arousal and excitement. Mollie’s guess had been correct – she had put her own name on her voting slip to help her chances, but it had still been a thrill when she learned that a good majority of her friends felt the same way!

“Is everything ready outside?” Mollie asked. “Coals ready to go?”

“They certainly are!” Lydia grinned. “In fact that’s what I came to tell you!”

“Great!” Mollie grinned, walking over to the doors that led outside and pushing them open. “Who’s ready for some roast piggy?” Of course there were loud, enthusiastic cheers from the naked tour group, many of whom jumped up and down with excitement producing some very appetising jiggling from their deliciously developing young bodies. Carefully, between them, with Mollie walking backwards and doing most of the steering while Lydia pushed, the two workers rolled Emma outside where the cool breeze struck her immediately.

Suddenly, she felt even more exposed than she already had been. Being naked in the inspection room and the kitchen had been one thing. Those rooms felt like a “right place” to be naked, like the bathroom at home or gym changing room at school but now she was outside, only a wire fence between her and anyone who might happen to drive or even walk by. Sure, all the other Guides she had come with her naked too but they were not the ones on a spit. Everyone who saw her now would know that she was a piggy. That she was meat. She wondered if anyone from her school might happen to pass, perhaps even one of the teachers, and whether they would recognise her? The idea was almost more thrilling than the prep and spitting had been!

Up on the grassy picnic area, Craig was waiting for the girls and did not seem at all upset to see how they were dressed! Carefully, Mollie and Lydia manoeuvred the mount up the slight hill until it was parallel with the roasting pit. The girls all fell silent once more and watched in awe as their friend was lifted off the trolley and over the coals. Craig locked the spit into place one end and Mollie at the other and the electric mechanism whirred into life, beginning the first of Emma’s slow rotations as she finally began to roast.

“I guess you’ll be wanting these?” Captain Cath chuckled, taking the phones out of her bag and handing them back out. Emma’s this time she gave to Lydia to make sure some good footage was captured for her parents.

“Oh, that reminds me!” Craig smiled, seeing all the girls starting to photograph, film and live-stream their roasting friend, many of them posing shamelessly for nude selfies in front of her. “A lady came by earlier and dropped these off. Where are Jessica and Marcia?”

“Here!” Marcia waved her hand and Jessica followed quickly behind. Craig took the phones out of his pocket and handed them to the girls who happily joined in with the others and took pictures of each other in front of the coal pit to send to their mum. A passing car honked and all the girls turned to wave and blow kisses at the driver, an event which was repeated several times as Emma continued to cook.

Now that she was over the coals, Emma decided that decorum could be damned and began to rock her hips, feeling the hard steel of the pole rubbing her clit as her skin began to prickle in the intense heat from the coals.

“Hey look!” one of the girls called out in a laughing voice which held no mockery, just simple amusement, pointing at Emma. “She’s fucking the spit!” The phone cameras were suddenly all jostling for the best view and the other naked girls started calling out encouragement to their friend. Enthusiastic cries of “You go, girl!”, “Fuck that thing hard!” and “Ride it, piggy!” among many others filled the air. Captain Cath made eye-contact with Mollie and rolled her eyes but made no attempt to stop them. There was no denying what Emma was doing, no chance of dressing it up as something else, and none of the girls seemed upset by it or were being mean so it seemed best just to let everyone enjoy themselves.

A group of teenage boys walking past stopped to enjoy the show for a bit and, to begin with, the girls seemed happy enough to be flirting with and showing off to them but after a few minutes the cat-calls started to get a little more aggressive and crude and the young girls started to recoil, covering themselves and looking uncomfortable.

“Come on!!” one of the boys called out, laughing crudely. “Don’t be shy! Show us y’tits!” At this point, Captain Cath decided she had had enough and intervened.

“Young man!” she approached the fence, glaring. “You and these other silly little boys have got until the count of three to stop bothering these girls and go about your business.”

“What’s the problem?” The boy sneered. “They’re out here naked. We just wanna see their tits!”

“You’ve seen quite enough for one day.” Cath told him firmly. “Now, be off with you!”

“Or what?” the boy replied, his bravado faltering slightly but still trying to keep up a front for his friends.

“Or I show you mine.” She informed them, calm and resolute, crossing her arms across her stomach to take hold of the bottom of her own polo shirt. “One…”

“Fuck that!” one of the boys exclaimed, a look of genuine panic in his eyes. “I’m out of here!” He ran off, leaving the other three.

“Two…” Cath raised an eyebrow. The boy who had done most of the talking looked frozen in terror for a moment, staring at her large, matronly chest before taking off at a run after his friend, quickly followed by the other.

“Thought so.” Cath gave a satisfied little nod and smiled to herself as she smoothed down the front of her polo-shirt.

“What would you have done if they’d let you get to three?” Mollie asked with a giggle.

“My dear,” Cath chuckled, “you don’t get to my age without knowing never to make a threat you’re not prepared to follow through with. My husband and I go to this lovely little beach in the south of France at least once a year and you’d get looked at strangely there if you did wear a top so it makes no odds to me! It’s just funny to see those silly little boys’ faces!” Mollie giggled, warming to the rather intimidating Captain and reflecting that such a threat would probably not have carried so much weight coming from herself!

The rest of the time it took Emma to cook passed without incident, the occasional honk from a passing car, whistle from a pedestrian or good-natured cat-call from white van drivers being taken by the girls as all part of the fun! Emma had remained alive for about half an hour after going over the coals, humping her spit frantically until her energy began to dwindle and she gradually slowed down until she was barely moving. One final thrust, however, had clearly achieved something as her whole body visibly shuddered before falling still. About an hour later, she was ready to serve. Lydia went to fetch a trolley of burger buns, paper plates, bottles of soda and packets of crisps of assorted different flavours while Mollie and Craig transferred Emma’s beautiful, golden brown, roasted carcass onto the carving mount.

“Right!” Mollie grinned, standing over the roast with carving knife and fork in hand once she felt that everyone had been given long enough to take their pictures or capture selfies with their roasted friend. “Where are Paige and Chloe? You helped with the prep so I think it’s only fair you two get some of the prestige cuts!” she grinned, tapping Emma’s perky left nipple with the tip of the knife. The two girls eagerly bounced forward, holding out their plates with open buns laid out on them, ready to receive the meat. With many phone camera still trained on her, Mollie pushed the carving fork into the young teen’s breast with a slightly cracking sound as it pierced the crispy skin and clean juices came trickling out. She then carefully sliced away the nipple and areola with a little meat beneath it. Carefully, she transferred the cut onto Chloe’s plate but not into the bun. “You might want that piece on its own!” she explained before cutting another half-inch thick slice of breast meat which this time did go into the bun. “Don’t go anywhere just yet!” she winked as she repeated the same with Emma’s right breast for Paige then carefully rolled the carcass over so that she could carve the deliciously cripsy-skinned crest of each rump cheek. “There we go!” she grinned as she served them to the girls. “Enjoy!” Grinning, the friends both closed the buns, lifted them to their mouths and bit in enthusiastically. The slices of roast Emma tasted amazing and in no time at all, the rest of the troop plus the two extras were queueing up for their share.

As all the girls and the adults who accompanied them sat around munching happily on their portions of roast Girl Guide, the staff who had been involved in the cooking claiming their own share per tradition once all the guests had been served, Mollie walked around and handed out flyers to all the girls, the promotional ones used to recruit volunteers.

“Do you have more of those?” Cath asked as she distributed them to the girls on the table where she was sat. Inside were pictures of happy, naked girls, boys, men and women along with descriptions of what volunteering involved, the different packages offered and the guide price paid for meat depending on size, age and grade. Mollie had always had something of a soft-spot for the grinning, gap-toothed, freckled-cheeked eight year old giving a thumbs-up on the back page, finding her cheeky smile very endearing.

“Sure!” Mollie smiled. “How many do you want?”

“Well I was hoping to give them out to the other troops and Brownie packs in our district.” Cath explained. “And leave some at the camp site too.”

“Are you sure?” Mollie asked. “I mean, that would be great but you know these are about volunteering rather than a tour?”

“Of course!” Cath grinned. “Plenty of prime age boys and girls stay at that camp, and you saw how excited all my girls got at the idea of volunteering here so I’d like to let the other leaders know about it so that they can tell their girls. I’m sure we can get a few more tour groups together and you do on-site cooking too, I believe?” She opened her own leaflet and read some of the text inside. “Might be fun to have you come down to the hall some time and cook a Brownie or two as a demonstration? What do you think?”

“Sounds good to me!” Mollie grinned, thinking about the boxes and boxes of flyers in the storage cupboard and how they could easily spare as many as Cath wanted. “And if you and the other leaders put your heads together, I’m sure if there’s a group where nobody wants to volunteer, someone from one of the other troops or packs could step in so that the tour group can end with a meal like this?”

“Oh yes, I think that’s a distinct possibility!” Cath grinned.

There was something strange, almost sad, about seeing all the Guides with their clothes back on climbing into the minibus, three boxes of leaflets safely stowed away under some of the seats. Mollie stood in the car park with Marcia and Jessica, both of whom were still completely naked of course, waving them off. On their way back inside, Mollie’s boss Nora stopped them with a smile.

“I hear it’s a big day for you two tomorrow?” she smiled at the girls who nodded enthusiastically. “And that Mollie’s going to be taking care of you tonight?” They excitedly confirmed this was true. “Oh well in that case, and given how hard Mollie’s worked today, I think you should be getting off now.” She smiled at Mollie. “Lydia is happy to finish the clean-up from the tour and will be in to help you in the morning. Go on!” she smiled. “Get these tasty little treats back to yours for some fun and we’ll see you in the morning!”

Ducking into her office to collect her keys and other belongings, Mollie checked her emails quickly, finding that four of the Guides had already sent in volunteer applications on their phones and there were three more enquiries from others but those could wait for tomorrow. The promise on the website was that all applications and other messages would be responded to within seven days so there was no urgency. Deciding that there was no point at all in asking the eager young meat-girls to put their clothes back on for the journey, Mollie fetched a couple of clean towels from the kitchen and offered them to the girls to make the car journey more comfortable, thinking they might want to use them to cover up until they got to her flat. Jessica took hers and wrapped it around her waist like a sarong, leaving her cute, pre-teen tits completely exposed to anyone who might pull up alongside them in traffic while Marcia simply folded hers over her arm and promised to sit on it. Knowing that there was no point arguing, Mollie accepted this with a chuckle and led them out to her car. After moving her jacket and other general car debris to the front passenger seat, the girls both got in the back and Mollie drove the short distance home to her block of flats.

Her neighbour, Mr Cartwright, was in the lobby checking his mail when they got in and he chuckled in amusement to see the two young girls, one completely naked and the other who might as well have been.

“Bringing your work home with you?” he asked with a warm chuckle.

“Something like that!” Mollie grinned, pressing the button for the lift. The sisters giggled and blew kisses at the kindly older gentleman as they stepped into the lift with Mollie and she pressed the button for her floor. A few moments later, they emerged onto the landing and she unlocked the front door. “Head on in.” She smiled. “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, I wasn’t expecting visitors!”

“Oh that’s fine!” Marcia grinned. “Mummy always makes such a fuss about tidying up when people are coming over! It’s nice to see a place that looks like someone actually lives in it!”

“Well that’s okay then!” Mollie chuckled, accepting the towels that were held out to her by the two naked sisters and folding them over the back of a dining chair so they’d not get lost. “So, what would you like to do first?”

“Well, there’s something you have to do!” Jessica folded her arms, tapped her foot and looked at Mollie pointedly. “You said the rules for this sleepover were no boys and no pyjamas! That means you have to take your clothes off too!”

“I guess it does!” Mollie laughed, pulling off her polo-shirt under which her firm but heavy boobs were hanging freely since she had not bothered putting her bra back on since the kitchen. With the girls watching as if wanting to make sure she didn’t cheat and slip on an anatomically correct body-suit when they weren’t watching, she pulled off her shoes and socks then unzipped and pulled down her trousers, bringing her panties along for the ride in the same motion. “There we go!” She grinned, posing with her hands on her hips. “Better?”

“Much!” Jessica nodded approvingly. “Now, what movies do you have?”


To be continued...