“You mentioned tying us to poles before we cook?” Poppy asked, after sitting in the pot for less than a minute. The idea of boiling into a delicious stew was very exciting, of course, but until the pot was filled with hot water and other ingredients, there was only so much entertainment sitting in it could provide and she was already starting to feel a little bored!

“I certainly did!” Mollie grinned, reaching in to lift first Poppy then Tara out and standing them on the ground. “Are you okay getting out by yourself?” she asked Selena as she brushed some debris from the inside of the pot off the little girls’ backs and rumps with her hand, validating Sheila’s concern about getting in with school uniforms on.

“Sure!” the pre-teen smiled. “But would it be okay if I sat here for a little longer first?”

“Of course!” smiled Mollie. “This is your time! Do whatever you like!”

“Hey! There’s Rosie from school!” Tara exclaimed, pointing excitedly at a girl their age on a pink bike with stabilising wheels who was riding past the fence, her mum walking close behind. Not caring one jot about being naked and just excited to see their friend, they scurried over to the fence to talk to her.

“Do you think they’ve got the attention span to stay in the pot long enough to cook?” Natasha asked with a chuckle.

“Oh you know they’ll love being centre of attention.” her mum reminded her. “Everyone coming over to talk to them and tell them how yummy they look!”

“Well if they’re not worried about being tied up for the moment,” Lydia observed, “can I try my frame, please? I want to get a feel for it.”

“Of course!” Mollie agreed. “Carl, you want to come too? I’m afraid you can’t really try the spit for size ahead of time.” Glancing back towards the pot, she could see Selena was resting her head back against the rim with her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face, her shoulders rolling gently. She did not need x-ray vision to know what was going on lower down!

The four of them made their way past the two posts that had been set up to tie the girls to and to the frame which, like everything else, has a wooden veneer to give it a rustic appearance whilst being solid metal within. It was a basic A-frame, similar to the kind a garden swing might be hung from, and was free-standing but with holes along the side bars at the bottom for long pegs to be driven into, like tent pegs, to secure it to the ground.

“We normally cut up a square of turf,” Mollie explained, “and put some sand down. It can get pretty messy as you can imagine!” Lydia and the others giggled. “Then afterwards that can be collected up pretty easily and the grass put back down. So, you stand in the middle,” Mollie instructed her friend who did as she said, “feet a little further apart, that’s right!” She then knelt down and fixed some cuffs on short chains around Lydia’s ankles. “Now reach up, arms out as if you’re reaching for the corners.”

“Y! M! C! A!” Lydia began to sing playfully, making the usual arm movements before giggling and returning her arms to the position Mollie had stipulated, allowing them too to be secured. At Mollie’s instruction, she tried to move and, while there was enough slack to allow her to jiggle a bit and even dance a little, it was clear that she would not be going anywhere until released.

“Important test,” Mollie said in a more serious tone, “try to go completely limp, don’t hold yourself up at all. See what happens.” The instant extra pressure on her wrists now that they, or rather the wide manacles around them, were supporting her whole weight was noticeable and not exactly comfortable but she stayed upright, not collapsing. “Good.” Mollie nodded. “We’ll give you a drug that thickens your blood, it’s basically a strong clotting agent and would kill you in two to three hours but by then I’d hope there’d not be enough left of you to care, but what it means is you won’t bleed out or go into shock after the first couple of slices so you should be able to enjoy being live-butchered and watch people tucking into your meat.” A shudder of excitement went through her lovely body which felt even more naked now that she was chained up like this, outside and utterly exposed.

“I think Carl likes the view!” she observed, looking pointedly at the embarrassed boy who was more than half way back to where he had been before the girls’ assistance. “Maybe he won’t need the Permahard after all?”

“Oh leave him alone!” Mollie reprimanded her teasingly. “Just for that, you can stay there while I show the girls their poles!”

“Hey! No fair!” Lydia protested, struggling lamely against her restraints but to no avail. Selena had clearly completed her important business in the pot and was descending the steps gracefully, backwards, giving a wonder view of her slim, elegant figure and petite but delectable rump. Mollie couldn’t help thinking it would be a shame not to make some sort of feature of her before the cooking but of course did not want the little girls, who really were supposed to be the stars of the show, to be upstaged. It was something she could discuss with them and gauge their reaction. She had one idea that she was hesitant to suggest to a girl as young as Selena but couldn’t help thinking that she might well be up for it.

“Ready to get tied up?” Mollie asked, approaching the two girls who were still happily talking through the fence to their friend, their fingers gripping the wire mesh, and putting a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Yeah!” Poppy beamed up at her with her adorable, gap-toothed grin. “Bye Rosie! See you Monday!”

“Bye!” the girl on the other side of the fence waved and rode off.

“Have fun, girls.” her mum smiled indulgently before following her at a brisk pace. Selena joined the little party as Mollie led Tara and Poppy to the upright poles she had set up that were topped with real skulls and had holes through them at various heights so for ropes to be fed through.

“So what I was thinking,” Mollie explained, “was that you could be tied to these while people arrive then they can get a good look at you and it will be very clear that you’re on the menu. We can either tie you with your arms up like this,” she manoeuvred Tara to in front of one of the posts and lifted her arms into position, the little girl compliantly allowing herself to be posed like a mannequin, “which looks really good but can make your arms very tired, or you can be tied with your arms behind the pole like this.” The girls both looked thoughtful, clearly pondering these options.

“What about Selena?” Poppy asked. “Will she be tied up too?”

“I was just wondering about that!” Mollie admitted. “What do you think?” she asked, partly to the little girls and partly to Selena herself, hoping to get a feel for the general mood.

“She’s a bad piggy!” Poppy cackled. “You should tie her up so people can spank her before she cooks!”

“You know, I was actually thinking something like that.” Mollie grinned, her eyes sparkling. Gently, she guided Tara away from the pole. “Something like this!” she held out her hand to Selena who came to her and, like her little cousin, allowed herself to be posed with her arms above her head but facing the pole so that her back and rump were exposed. Mollie could not help running her hand down from her shoulder and giving her bare backside a playful slap. With her long, silky, almost black hair which contrasted beautifully with her pale skin, she looked like a work of art. “Do you know what a switch it?” she asked.

“Like, for turning lights on?” Selena asked over her shoulder, a little puzzled.

“No, like springy sticks! You’ve heard about caning in schools back in the olden days?” Selena nodded. “Well they’d use a whippy stick like willow or birch and we do have some. Some meat-girls like to get tenderised before they cook. What do you think?” She could see Selena’s eyes going wide but also noticed the way she bit her lower lip. “Would make for a fun entertainment for the guests if you think it’s something you might enjoy too?”

“So…” she thought for a moment. “I’d be tied up like this and people could whip me with sticks?”

“That’s the long and the short of it, yeah!” Mollie agreed. “It will sting and leave red marks but not likely to break your skin or do any actual damage, then you’ll be getting in the pot which will be nice and soothing anyway. Sound like fun?”

“Fuck yeah!” Selena exclaimed, a little more enthusiastically than she intended to. “Sign me up!” Poppy cackled again as she gave her sister a much harder slap on the behind than Mollie had done then Tara did the same.

“So what I suggest, then,” Mollie continued, “is that we tie you two up back to back on one pole then put Selena like this on the other with a basket of switches beside her. Don’t worry,” she noticed the anxious look on Tara’s face, “we’ll make sure one of the team is close by all the time so that people know they’re only allowed to tenderise her.”

“Wonder if I can do that before I roast at the school fair?” Natasha asked, licking her lips. “Sounds fun!”


To be continued...