Although already well on his way to full arousal simply because of the situation, having an attractive, naked, busty young woman kneel between his parted legs, even if it was just to shave his face, finished the job for Carl and his member stood proudly throbbing.

“Careful!” Mollie teased, flicking the tip lightly with her fingers and giggling. “You’ll have my eye out!” Carl blushed which did nothing to diminish his erection, making it even more impressive, as Lydia carefully placed a towel around his neck, covering his chest, and Mollie dispensed a little of the gel onto her fingers and began to rub it over his chin. “You need to stay very still for this bit.” Mollie warned. “We may serve people-meat here but this isn’t Mrs Lovett’s!” With Carl closing his eyes, finding it easier that way to stay perfectly still, Mollie began to sculpt his facial hair with her razor, wondering as she did so how stories like Sweeney Todd retained their popularity despite the supposedly repulsive and criminal taboo the villains were guilty of being perfectly mainstream in this day and age. She supposed it was as much to do with the appeal of the gothic melodrama and Todd’s villainy was more to do with the underhanded way he went about his business and the fact that he was murdering random people, rather than the basic fact of killing people for their meat and serving it up in pies. Not to mention the total lack of quality control when it came to the meat he harvested which, in Mollie’s eyes, was by far the worst of his crimes, risking giving the human-meat industry as a whole a bad name!

“There!” she grinned, wiping her blade on the towel when she was done, standing up and reaching for a mirror to show him the result. “What do you think?”

“Smashing!” Carl laughed, imitating an old cartoon character with a similar look whose memes had recently come back into fashion. “I just need the hat and the monocle now!”

“Those are waiting for you!” Mollie assured him. “But first, please go for a quick freshen-up with Lydia. Make sure there’s no pesky bits of stubble that missed the towel or anything.” She took the towel from around his neck and folded it in on itself to trap the mess. “Once you get back, I’ll get your sausage skewered then we can dress you up. Do you want to be restrained on the way?” she asked. “It’s traditional but equally we’re going to be tying you to a pole when we get there for a bit so it’s up to you?”

“Well if it’s traditional, I think we should do it!” the young man smiled, taking off his glasses and setting them carefully on the table next to the console.”

“Good boy!” Mollie smiled approvingly, enjoying the look of slightly embarrassed pleasure on his face as Lydia slipped her arm through his and led him off towards the kitchen to use the shower. Opening the draw where they were kept in their sterile packaging, Mollie selected the appropriate size penis skewer, the largest of the three sizes available, and was just tearing the package open when Doug came in, now dressed in a pair of sandals, a grass skirt and a necklace made from plastic lions’ teeth and small, non-specific but cartoonish bones, carrying a box.

“Here’s your costumes.” he smiled, trying to be respectful and not to stare at his naked superior.

“Thanks.” Mollie smiled. “Pop it on the table. And relax!” She told him kindly. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before! Not going to be all shy when you spit me, are you?” she teased. “Because it’s pretty important to look at what you’re doing when you do something like that!”

“Of course!” the young man assured her. “It’s just, well, you know! Didn’t want to be rude!”

“You’re a sweetheart!” Mollie pinched his cheek then kissed his forehead before looking down and pulling a face of mock disapproval. “I see you decided to be modest?” she sighed, lifting away a handful of the raffia to reveal his tight black trunks underneath. Boys!” she tutted with amusement then tapped him playfully on the end of the nose. “Don’t worry about it! I’m sure Mrs O’Sullivan and her family will survive without seeing your meat and two veg! Go tell Cole we’ll be about ten minutes, would you?” Doug did as he was asked and left her alone in the room so Mollie began to unpack the box. There was a grass skirt for her and a spare one for Natasha, flower lays for both her and Lydia along with some elasticated flower bands that could go on their wrists and ankles, enough for Selena too, the boots, socks and hats for the little explorers and of course the hat, monocle, boots and socks for Carl.

Smiling to herself, she slipped on her own grass skirt, with nothing underneath of course, and pulled flower bands on around her wrists and ankles. Lydia would have these but not a skirt as not only did there need to be some way to differentiate her from the others as actually being on the menu but she also would not want the red line around her waist the tight elastic of the skirts was bound to leave. The two seventeen year olds returned, both looking pink and with a freshly-cleaned glow although their bodies had both been well-dried. Carl was by this time, of course, rock hard.

“What do you think?” Mollie asked, posing for them in her costume which did very little to hide her impressive chest, the flower lay not leaving very much at all to the imagination.

“Suits you!” Lydia grinned and Carl agreed silently with a smile.

“Right!” Mollie grinned, holding up the skewer she had unwrapped. “This is ready for you, but first we need to give a little chemical enhancement.” She took out a syringe of Permahard, the more concentrated form of Liquifirm used to keep penises erect once there was no blood-flow to maintain the erection, tore it out of its packet and, as was her habit, pulled the cap off the end of the needle with her teeth. “Let’s have you over there, please.” She beckoned Carl towards her and he gulped nervously as he approached, which was understandable under the circumstances.

Carefully, Mollie took hold of the end of his manhood between finger and thumb and eased his foreskin down as far as it would no then slid the sharp needle in under the rim of the head and injected about a third of the syringe’s contents. Carl gave a quick intake of breath through his teeth as the needle went in but otherwise made no complaint. After giving it a quick wipe, she injected another third about half way down the shaft, taking care to inject it into the tissue itself rather than just under the skin then the final third at the base.

“It will feel hot at first,” she explained to him, “then pins and needles which will then given way to a general feeling of being swollen. If you’ve ever been stung by a bee, that’s what it will feel like!”

“I’m afraid I haven’t.” Carl smiled apologetically. “And certainly not there!”

“Oh well.” Mollie shrugged with a giggle. “So I guess this thing you’ve never experienced is going to feel a lot like something else that you’ve never experienced! Couldn’t make it clearer if I tried, eh?” Carl and Lydia both laughed.

“Ooh. Yeah.” He made a face that expressed his physical discomfort. “I see what you mean about the heat and here come the prickles!”

“I guess you need to do these too?” Lydia asked, looking down at her own chest which, while far more modest than Mollie’s way very shapely and pleasing to look at.

“Actually grilling them should be fine as they are.” Mollie smiled. “It’s only really the slow-roasting techniques that cause a problem. The grill will sear the slices and make sure they stay nice and juicy!”

“You’re the boss!” Lydia grinned, pulling on her own accessories which included a lay but no skirt. Somehow, the addition of the garland and the bands around her ankles and wrists made her look far more naked than she had with nothing on at all.

“Let me know what the tingling stops.” Mollie smiled gently at Carl. “Then we can get on with the skewering. Don’t worry,” she winked, “I promise it won’t pop, however it might feel!”


To be continued...