Outside, Katie was easy to spot, holding court with a group of journalists and school governors, clearly charming them with ease and inviting them to imagine her meat turning golden brown over the coals. Near by, members of the catering team were applying a fresh coat of oil to the spits so that they would slide smoothly through the two delicious young bodies.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Josie smiled, stepping into the middle of the group and putting a hand on Katie’s shoulder, “but our little meat-girl here has an important appointment that I’m sure she doesn’t want to miss!”

“Ooh it’s time?” Katie exclaimed with excitement. “Bye everyone!” she waved and blew kisses enthusiastically with both hands once Josie had relieved her of her tray. “Enjoy the barbecue!” With warm an affectionate chuckles, all the adults she had been talking to assured her that they would and wished both girls happy cooking. Hunter was already waiting by the roasting pit and, as they headed towards it, Kerry saw her mum giving her a thumbs-up and waving her camera which she knew was meant as a promise to get lots of pictures. Although a lot of her family had attended the press conference, only Katie’s mum was down on the field and the younger meat-girl waved cheerfully to her.

“All set, ladies?” Hunter grinned when they arrived.

“Sure thing!” Kerry grinned back at him, looking up into his handsome face with her shoulders back and chest pushed forward but then her face fell a little as she saw Mr Harcourt pass his drink to whoever the woman he had been talking to was, asking her to hold it for him, and begin to weave his way through the guests towards them. “Here we go…” Kerry sighed.

“Don’t worry!” Josie squeezed her shoulder while exchanging knowing looks with Hunter as two of the assistants went to fetch the spitting frames and began to wheel them forwards, fighting with them somewhat on the uneven surface of the field and the rolled along on wheels very similar to those on a supermarket trolley. “I’ve got this!”

“Oh wonderful!” the principal gushed, clasping his hands together in delight the way he often did when delivering good news or announcing a prize in assembly. “Time to start the cooking, I see?” He looked hungrily at the two young girls, his eyes unmistakably drifting down to the plump treat between Kerry’s legs in a way that Josie would have thought a little uncomfortable even if Kerry had not told her about the way he made her feel. Yes, the girls were meat and were there to be cooked, eaten and enjoyed just like every girl served up in her restaurant and its sister branches around the world but, like those other girls, they were still people and deserved to be treated with a degree of respect, especially at this stage when they could still technically back out and go on with their lives! “I wonder,” he continued, apparently oblivious to the judgement in Josie and Hunter’s eyes, “if I might be permitted to reserve a certain select portion? To stake my claim, as it were!” he added with a chuckle, clearly proud of his mid-level pun.

“I don’t think that’s especially appropriate under the circumstances.” Josie replied with a polite smile, feeling the pre-teen physically recoil from his gaze. He had not even asked Kerry herself in a way the might be considered friendly and playful, he had directed his question to the adults as if the girls were already nothing but food. His smile faltered, this answer clearly coming as something of a surprise.

“I’m sorry?” he asked, a visible puzzled.

“Oh I mean no offence!” Josie assured him with a smile that did not extend to her eyes. “But we have a lot of important guests here today. Mr Roebuck, for example, has flown all the way from Los Angeles to be with us! Not to mention the Mayor, all the school governors and the gentlemen and ladies of the press. There will be plenty to go around, don’t you worry, but I don’t think it would be a very good look if the host reserved to most coveted cuts for himself, would it?”

“Well no…” Mr Harcourt agreed awkwardly. “Quite. I was just thinking… No,” he shook his head and at least had the good grace to look embarrassed. “You’re quite right! Well,” he quickly recovered, smiling and clasping his hands together again, “I’ll leave you to it! All the best, girls!” Kerry and Katie both smiled at him politely as he retreated.

“Thank you.” Kerry whispered to Josie so softly that she was practically mouthing the words.

“I told you I’d take care of it, didn’t I!” Josie winked. “Now, let’s get you spitted! I think Hunter’s getting a little hungry!”


To be continued…

Giggling and feeling relieved, not to mention a little amused, to see Mr Harcourt put in his place in such a polite but decisive way, Kerry handed her hat to Josie then held Hunter’s hand to steady herself as she took her boots off. Now truly naked except for the band holding her hair in its braid, the pre-teen meat-girl happily stepped up onto her spitting frame while Katie did the same beside her, waiting for the assistants to adjust the frames to their relative heights before their ankles and wrists were strapped into place.

No announcement was required to let people know that the show was about to begin, with a gradual hush falling over the small crowd on the field as people noticed and pointed out to others what was happening. Quickly, all the guests formed a loose semi-circle to watch the proceedings with the public kept to the front while the press were afforded three hundred and sixty degree access. Understanding that they were not the centre of attention for the moment but also that they would be expected to be visible, Josie and Hunter stood by the roasting pits to watch as the experienced catering team got to work. To add to the aesthetics, the hats and boots were artfully arranged on the grass in front of the roasting pits with the boots standing under their own power and the hats leaning against them.

“Okay,” the young woman who had taken the lead in Kerry’s spitting smiled at her, “I’m going to tip you forward now. I’ll try to do it gently but there might be a bit of a bump. It’s important that we get your holes aligned properly for the spit so if you feel the bar pressing too far into your stomach or you feel like we’re bending you too far or not enough, speak up, okay?”

“Sure!” Kerry nodded. “But I’m sure you know what you’re doing, right? You’ve spitted plenty of girls before me?”

“Only a hundred or so!” the young woman grinned and winked at her. “But you’re all different so it’s always a collaboration. Here we go!” With the help of a young man who Kerry could not help noticing was rather handsome, although not a patch on Hunter, the woman opened some clips on the frame and carefully tipped the front half forward so that Kerry was now bent at the waist and looking at the eager and intrigued audience. She wondered how many of them had ever witnessed a spitting before and concluded probably not that many, although a few more had probably tasted girl-meat before, albeit in butchered form.

With Kerry now bent forward, in order to keep her face forward, giving the spit a clear path in through her vagina and out through her throat, the young woman screwed a soft chin cup into place and, once Kerry’s head was suitable positioned, fitted another strap across the back of her neck.

“You got this, li’l red!” Hunter smiled encouragingly at her as the young woman picked up the well-oiled spit and gently eased the sharp tip between Kerry’s plump lower lips. It was warmer than she had expected, which made sense as it was metal and had been sitting in the sun for a couple of hours but still, she had expected the steel intruder to feel cold and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was not. Beside her, Katie was giggling as the spit was pushed into her tight but eager little cunt. Kerry could feel herself being stretched out from the inside, a sensation that she imagined was more or less what sex felt like, as the spit followed the currently available path into her body but braced herself, knowing that it would soon meet resistance and that is when the discomfort at best or pain at worst would start!

Sure enough, as the tip pressed against her cervix there was a burning pain but she gritted her teeth, determined not to cry out, knowing that it was expected of a meat-girl to put on a brave face for the sake of those watching her prepared. Katie let out a little yelp that was so sweet and expressed such genuine surprise that several of the adults watching couldn’t help chuckling affectionately. Kerry took advantage of the distraction to let out a little gasp as the spit forced its way into her uterus. The online guide Josie had directed her to after the contracts were signed had explained there were three main stages of the spitting and, while forcing of the cervix was technically ranked as the second most painful by medical standards, it was often the one that girls tended to find the most distressing, likely because it was the first. So, Kerry thought to herself as the spit began to stretch out the thick elastic wall of her uterus, officially the most painful of the three stages, she could be proud of herself for already getting the worst out of the way. As she had been told happened in most cases, her body was compensating for the pain of what it perceived as an attack by flooding her brain with endorphins which not only helped to dull the pain but also gave her a small high, like the glass of champagne she had enjoyed at her aunt’s wedding in the Spring! Not only this, but the thick, round spit was still rubbing against her hard, throbbing young clit as it continued for force its way inside her, giving her a feeling of pleasure that was at least equal to if not greater than the pain. Together, all three sensations combined into such a sensory overload for the twelve year old that she could not truly tell one from another any more. She gave another gasp as the spit tore through her uterine wall and began its now far smoother and less inhibited path through her body, working towards what the guide had described as the final stage when it would force its way out through the back of her throat.

The sudden eruption of applause confused Kerry for a moment, since the spit was not yet out of her mouth, but then she realised the applause must be for Katie who, being significantly shorter, had likely completed the spitting process ahead of her. She wanted to turn her head to look at her friend, to give her a smile of encouragement, but her restraints did not allow this, keeping her face looking straight ahead. Instead she gave a thumbs-up with her right hand and hoped that it was within Katie’s field of vision. Just as the applause died down, she felt the pressure at the back of her own throat and tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. A second wave of applause broke out as the spit emerged from her mouth, forcing her jaw uncomfortably wide and scraping against her teeth as it completed its journey.

That was it. Done She was meat. It wasn’t a theoretical idea any more, something that was going to happen. It had happened. Even if the spit were to be pulled out now, there was no way she could survive the internal injuries. No going back now. No backing out. She was meat. Coming to terms with her new situation as the sensory overload in her body calmed a little, Kerry felt the back half of the frame lifted up so that she now lay perfectly horizontally on the frame. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Katie being lifted off her frame and carried over to the roasting mounts as a nine-inch long stabilising bar was forced into her own anus and her ankles and wrists were unstrapped and fixed into cuffs to hold them against the pole.

A jolt of sensation, to call it pain was not strictly accurate, ran through Kerry’s body as the spit was lifted up and the frame rolled away from underneath her before she was carried over to the roasting pit and set on the mounts above the glowing coals.


To be continued...