“Oh no!” Natasha shouted loudly and theatrically, as arranged, once she saw that Carl was safely in the spit mounts and starting to turn, a gaggle of ladies of a certain age gathered around him and eagerly jostling for a chance to based his toned young body. “The prisoners have escaped!” The rest of the audience quickly turned to look at her and saw the ropes that had bound the two seven years olds dangling loose. Just then, Poppy and Tara jumped out from behind the pot where they had been hiding, both pulling faces then turning to wiggle their backsides teasingly before taking off, giggling their little heads off, on a run towards the back of the club house.

“We can’t let them get away!” Mollie cried. “The stew will be ruined! I need some volunteers to help hunt them down and bring them back!” Cole handed her an armful of the soft-tipped spears which she quickly handed out to the children and few playful adults who wanted to join in and they charged off with assorted whoops and battle cries in the direction the cheeky little piglets had last been spotted.

Just as they had discussed, Poppy and Tara led the team of hunters a merry chase all around the field, splitting up to cause confusion, zigzagging around and easily dodging the lightweight spears thrown in their direction. Even the dog who had greeted them so enthusiastically upon arrival joined in although it was unclear whether he understood that he was supposed to be hunting or if he was just enjoying the opportunity to run around with the other boisterous children! Eventually, when they were both starting to feel a little out of breath, Poppy and Tara headed back towards each other and allowed themselves to be surrounded by the hunters who giggled and jeered playfully as they poked at them with the foam tips of their weapons.

“Good job!” Mollie declared as Natasha went to until Selena who had been whipped so thoroughly that her body was a lattice of pink and red stripes and was starting to go into shock, meaning that she needed to lean on her big sister as she walked over to the pot. “Now bring them over here!” She led the way towards the stew pot while the little girls, their hands on their heads, were marched behind her by the victorious hunters, motivated to keep walking by spear-pokes to their cute, round behinds.

Once she reached the pot, Mollie took off her grass skirt and other accessories, leaving herself completely naked, and, after pausing for a moment to let people admire the view and take photographs if they wanted, climbed the steps on the side of the pot, pausing again at the top to pose for more pictures and for general dramatic effect before stepping down into the gently simmering water which, for now, only had a some fresh herbs in it. The rest of the ingredients would be added once she, Lydia and Natasha got out to displace more or less the same amount of liquid as they had. Lydia came next, following the same routine as Mollie and they sat either side of the steps to help Selena who was the next to climb up, giving an audible sigh of relief as her willingly abused body sank into the soothing water. Once she was in, they helped her move to the far edge then Natasha stripped off what little she was wearing and joined them.

Finally it was time for the two seven year olds whose idea this whole party had been to be added to the pot. Cole and Doug had fun making a show of lifting them up, taking it in turns to hold one giggling, squirming piglet over their shoulder while the other one removed their boots and socks before handing first Tara to Natasha and Poppy to Mollie who sat the little explorers, still sporting their pith helmets, on their laps.


To be continued...