A little over an hour later, Jessica stood in front of the preparation table in the kitchen looking in awe at her sister’s deliciously roasted, golden-brown body. Her eyes were closed as if she was asleep and she still gripped the apple between her teeth. Lydia, still just as naked as the meat-girls, was gently brushing out her hair which was soft and glossy as ever.

“Wow! She looks so yummy!” Jessica sighed, hints of envy and regret for the fact that she would not get to taste her sister mixing with the obvious admiration in her voice.

“She certainly does!” Lydia grinned. “There we go!” she set down the brush. “I think she’s ready to go in the chiller now.” She looked around for her co-workers. “Did you finish Cole off?” She teased the pre-teen with a wink. “Is he going to have to take the rest of the day off to lay down with an ice-pack between his legs?”

“He should be fine!” Jessica shrugged before adding, a little less confidently, “I think!” They both giggled as Mollie returned pushing the spitting frame that Jessica would be mounting very shortly. After popping her head into the prep room to tell Jessica that they were ready for her, she had gone out to the van to fit the transport mounts for Jessica’s spit and the rails for Marcia’s cooler.

“Feeling better?” she winked at Jessica.

“It was a great warm-up for the real thing, yeah!” the pretty brunette giggled.

“Well since you’re already dressed for the part,” Mollie turned to Lydia, “can you take charge of getting the piggy cleaned up, please? I’ll go see where Cole as got to!” Cole was nowhere to be found in the inspection room, the office or reception so, on a hunch, Mollie checked the store room and found him sat alone on one of the plastic chairs, drinking a Red Bull and looking like he’d just run a marathon! “So, is it still attached?” she teased from the doorway.

“Barely!” Cole managed a weak smile.

“Well hurry up and recover. We need a big strong man in the kitchen!” She paused for a moment before grinning, “But since there don’t seem to be any of those around, you’ll have to do!” By the time they got back to the kitchen, Jessica was looking pink and freshly scrubbed while Lydia was drying herself off with a towel. Together, Mollie and Cole fetched the refrigerated travel box and lined it up with the end of the table. While Lydia got to work oiling Jessica from neck to toes, they used paddles to carefully list Marcia out of the roasting pan and onto a serving platter then slid the platter into the box and sealed it shut. The green light on the small control panel blinked to show that the rapid cooling was in process. Once complete when it had to do was keep the meat at a constant temperature, the light would turn solid. Together they wheeled the cooler out to the van, pushed it up the ramp, onto the rails which awaited it and locked it into place then, leaving the van open, they returned to the kitchen.

Her oiling complete, Jessica was now ready for spitting and Lydia had set the frame up on the recently vacated prep table. Wishing that her sister could be there to watch but also feeling happy for her that she was already meat, Jessica mounted the table and positioned herself on the frame the way she had seen with Emma the day before then allowed herself to be strapped in. Her hair, still in a damp ponytail from the shower, was gathered up on top of her head and a roasting cap just like the one Marcia had worn to go into the oven was put on.

“So you do understand,” Mollie spoke to her in a kind serious tone once all the preparation was complete, “we will be spitting you here then transporting you alive to cook on site. They have limited facilities there so this is the most practical option.” Jessica nodded as well as she could with her chin in a cup and a restraint across the back of her neck. “Usually spit-roasters are put on to cook within minutes but you could be spitted for up to an hour before you cook.” Jessica gave as much acknowledgement as she could again. “Okay, if you’re ready, here we go!”

For a moment, nothing seemed to change other than Mollie disappearing from view but then Jessica felt the sensation of the smooth, well-oiled spit forcing its way between her plump, slightly sore lower lips, reigniting in an instant the feelings of pleasure that Cole had given her in the inspection room. Yet the spit felt different from his manhood. It had none of his human warmth, none of the feeling of the two bodies both adapting their shape slightly to merge together. The spit was hard, solid, relentless and unfeeling, making no allowances for her nor adapting to the form of her vagina as it passed through, rather forcing it into its own shape, stretching to the point she thought it would surely tear.

When it reached her cervix, she let out a yelp although whether it was of pleasure or pain she could not say. It either felt so good that it hurt or hurt so badly that it felt good. Either way, the sensation was overwhelming. The moment it forced its way through, she let out a loud moan then, unlike other meat-girls who remained stoically silent as they were spitted, she let out moans, squeaks and gasps of overwhelming sensation as the spit made its way through her lithe young body. At the back of her throat it stopped for a moment and she coughed, the pressure feeling like something stuck, then she tasted blood and felt a thick trickle out of the side of her mouth before the spit emerged in front of her, scraping her teeth and pushing down her tongue, tasting bloody and metallic, nothing like Cole’s organ, continuing its journey until it extended about as far beyond her face and it did behind her feet. She could feel tears running down her cheeks but did not feel as if they came from pain or distress, just a natural response to being impaled.

Next came the skewers, piercing the tender flesh of her biceps, thighs, calves and forearms then finally the cable ties biting into her wrists and ankles. It had all happened so fast! Had it been that quick when she watched Emma? Was Mollie working more quickly this time either because she didn’t have an audience to entertain or perhaps they were running a little late? Maybe it just felt faster when you were the one being spitted?

“Don’t forget the Liquifirm!” Jessica heard Lydia reminding Mollie. “She won’t need as much as Emma but wouldn’t want to see those cute little titties shrivelling up!”

“Good catch!” she heard Mollie congratulate her co-worker then there was the sound of rummaging and a package being opened off to the side. Instinctively, Jessica tried to turn her head but of course she could not. “We’ll do this in the van.” Mollie declared, pocketing the capped syringe and coming back into Jessica’s field of vision where she took a damp cloth and carefully wiped away the blood, saliva, tears and sweat from her face then reached over and gave her a sharp, playful slap on the rump which sent a wave of sensation all through her body once more. Jessica had wondered how it would feel in that in-between time, when she was still alive and not yet cooked but definitely, one hundred percent meat. Now she knew. It felt uncomfortable if not quite painful, embarrassing in a way she had not anticipated, vulnerable, exciting and, beyond all else, right! “You’d better freshen up and get dressed.” Mollie reminded Lydia. “Cole, give me a hand with the piggy and we’ll see you in the van in five minutes, okay?”

Although she didn’t hear a response, Jessica supposed Lydia must have nodded because the next thing she knew, she was being lifted up, the front of her spit resting on Mollie’s shoulder and the back presumably being carried by Cole. Within moments they were outside and Jessica could feel the cool breeze on her well-oiled young body. She remembered the boys who had leered at them through the fence the day before. Would anyone see her as she was carried, naked and impaled, towards the van. A man walking his dog looked in her direction apparently more out of curiosity than anything else and continued on his way. Two young girls, maybe four and six years old, pointed her out to their mum then ran to the fence to watch as she was carried past. Jessica felt as if she ought to wave or at least acknowledge them in some way but she could not.

The back of the van was still open, waiting for them and, with the ease of someone who has done this many times before, Mollie hopped up and in while keeping the spit level then tilted it upwards and guided it as Cole lifted his end until she came to rest on a set of mounts behind the steel trolley box which she knew contained the rapidly-cooling roast which had been her little sister.

“Turn her over.” Mollie instructed, addressing Cole rather than Jessica. It was not as if she could have done anything to comply or assist but something in Mollie’s tone struck Jessica. It was dismissive, practical, as if she was no longer a person to her. There were no encouraging comments or descriptions of what was about to happen, instead she found herself turned so that her body was facing upwards and in her peripheral vision she saw Mollie taking the cap off the syringe and giving it a little tap to get rid of any air bubbles then the thin needle was pushed straight into the centre of her left nipple. It stung like a splinter but did not hurt exactly. Immediately a feeling of warmth began to spread through her small breast turning quickly to a tingling sensation and a feeling of pressure. She was still trying to process this new feeling when her right nipple was given the same treatment and, just as the tingling subsisted in her left breast, it began in her right.

“That’s should do it!” Mollie declared, putting the cap back on the syringe and dropping it into some kind of container Jessica couldn’t see. “Let’s get her locked in.” Once again without and warning or discussion, Jessica was rolled back to her original position and now clamps were put in place at either end to hold her in place. “Great! We’re done here for now.” Mollie told Cole before finally addressing Jessica again. “We’re going to be riding up front.” she told her. “Try to enjoy the journey!” Another pat on the rump followed but more gentle this time, more of a caress than a spanking, and Jessica heard the van doors close behind her. There was silence for a few minutes, apart from muffled conversation and a little laughter from outside that she could not make out clearly then Cole got into the driver’s seat and Mollie and Lydia into the two passenger seats up front and they were off.

The radio seemed to be tuned to some kind of “golden oldies” channel playing songs that Jessica associated with birthday parties from when she was little, or the kinds of things DJs played at school discos or on holiday camps. The constant vibration from the drive kept the spit practically humming inside her, providing constant stimulation, and every bump in the road brought with it a wave of sensation so powerful Jessica would not have believed it. By the time they arrived at the job site, a fancy-looking sports club of some kind, from the look of it, Jessica’s brain was so flooded with endorphins from the never-ending orgasm that had been the journey that she could barely remember her own name, let alone where she was or why. Mollie hopped out first and went to greet the organiser, the extremely grateful women she had been making arrangements with on the phone, then it was time to unload the van.


To be continued...