>>31050
Yeah, but the rest is also very nice - someone just must be outstanding.

The rest of the week was a fairly typical mix of small family parties, mostly in back yards or occasionally at churches or village halls, corporate events and assessment sessions. The only real difference to Mollie from any other working week was that she started following the diet recommendations in the pamphlet the company offered to people they were going to cook – plenty of meat, dairy and vegetables, avoiding too many carbs, other sugars and processed foods and drinking a lot of fruit and vegetable blended smoothies. There was no strict rule about this, simply guidance, but Mollie had her professional pride to consider and wanted to be as delicious as she possibly could be, feeling that anything less might reflect poorly on the company.

Since the party on Saturday was to start early with the food being served for lunch rather than dinner, Mollie liaised with the client, Mrs O’Sullivan, to get access to the venue for setting up on Friday afternoon. Lydia, Doug and Cole came with her in her car while the large-scale equipment was transported by courier truck. The venue was a cricket club that Mrs O’Sullivan’s late husband had been a member of and she had always been an active part of the community there, serving on the committee and getting stuck in to all the fundraising events so they had been more than happy to allow her to book the venue for her party. They could not set up on the pitch itself, of course, but the club also had an expansive lawn which was perfect for social gatherings and of course the clubhouse was there to provide facilities such as kitchen and toilets as well as somewhere to shelter if the weather should turn unexpectedly.

When the caterers arrived, still in their casual uniforms, Mrs O’Sullivan and her four granddaughters were there to meet them. The little ones rushed to hug Mollie and Lydia while Natasha and Selena looked a little disappointed that they did not bring Carl with them this time. After giving a quick tour and handing them a set of keys, Mrs O’Sullivan explained that she would be taking the younger three to a movie but that Natasha wanted to stay to help them set up as she would be an unofficial member of their team on the day, and that they would be back after the movie so the girls could see the set-up. Mollie confirmed that she was happy with this and a few minutes later they were all hard at work setting up the “Cannibal Village” for the next day’s party. Careful to be as non-invasive as they could, the poles were secured with pegs in their bases rather than being sunk into the ground and the patches of turf removed for Lydia’s live buffet and Carl’s roasting pit were stacked carefully by the back wall of the club-house where they would be safe.

Despite not being a regular member of their team, Natasha was a great help and got stuck in as much as anyone, her behaviour reassuring Mollie that she would do a good job of supervising her sister’s flogging the next day. When the rest of the family returned, they were all hyped up from a mixture of sugar, the movie and the excitement of seeing the place where they would be cooking. Mollie gave them a full tour and reminded them how each piece of equipment worked then reminded them to only wear loose clothing, if anything at all, for the rest of the day once they got home and to try to get a good night’s rest, with the same advice going for Natasha.

“Are you bringing the costumes in the morning?” the young teen asked as they were getting ready to leave.

“Yes,” Mollie promised her, “just come in a light dress or something. A night-shirt even, and I’ll bring your uniform and the accessories for the others. We’ll be arriving in ours.” After some final confirmatory discussion with Mrs O’Sullivan and more hugs for the girls, Mollie and her team headed back to the car.

The next morning, bright and early, Mollie drove to work in only her dressing gown, relaxed about her own nudity but not quite so relaxed as Marcia and Jessica and not especially wanting to cause any sort of traffic accident by distracting other drivers! On the back seat she had a shopping bag of regular clothes in case she wanted to go anywhere after work but, much like Megan’s Sidney party, this would be a shift she was working in little more than her birthday suit and honestly, given the weather forecast, she was quite grateful for this fact!

Unsurprisingly, she was the first one there and left the door unlocked, making sure to wedge open the inner door which led from Reception into the main corridor so that she would hear the buzzer when anyone else arrived. With nothing specific to do until Carl arrived to be prepped, Mollie made herself a coffee and sat at her desk, opening up her emails and checking for anything that needed to be actioned immediately. She had already started the process for passing on new clients to the other senior caterers, hating the thought of going to the spit leaving someone’s party unplanned. That would just be the worst, she thought to herself as she forwarded a couple of booking requests to her colleagues, to be already fully spitted and turned over to coals only to remember that you promised to get back to someone and never did, with no possible way to let anyone know! On her last day, before heading out to the party, she would set up an “Out of Office” message and auto-forwarding until her account to run until her account was deleted but for now she was doing most of the reallocation by hand, only taking on simple, fast jobs and dealing with meat applications.

Half way through her coffee, she heard the door ping as it opened and was about to get up to see who was there until Lydia shouted that it was just her. Although on the menu for the party herself, like Mollie with Courtney’s party, Lydia was technically listed as part of the catering team and would receive a full day’s salary which would be included in the amount sent to her parents, along with the purchase fee for her meat of course!

“Need a coffee or anything?” she asked, leaning on the frame of the open office door and peering in to ask Mollie, dressed in a long T-shirt which looked like it was normally something she wore to bed.

“I’m okay, thanks!” Mollie smiled, raising her half-full mug. “But thank you.”

“No worries.” Lydia smiled airily. “I think I’m gonna work on my tan outside for a bit. Let me know if you need me!”

“Will do!” Mollie chuckled, knowing that prepping Carl would be the only real work that needed doing that morning before they headed out and she was more than capable of doing that on her own. Arriving together since they came on the same bus, chatting and laughing as they let themselves in, Doug and Cole followed about twenty minutes later, just as Mollie was starting to think another coffee might be a good idea after all. She sent her reply to the mother of an eight year old girl who was keen to sign up, inviting her to come for an assessment after school on Tuesday, then took her mug to the staff kitchen where she was not surprised to find the boys peering not too discretely out the window at Lydia who was laying out, happily browning her birthday suit, on one of the picnic tables. “Tongues back in your mouth, boys!” she teased, playfully elbowing Cole out of the way of the sink. “You can get a proper taste later. Unless, of course, there’s too many guests and I decide to invoke emergency protocol seven seven two!” She made brief, knowing eye-contact with Doug and winked. There was no such protocol, of course, but Cole was still new enough to not be entirely sure she was making it up when she claimed the small-print in his contact allowed him to be conscripted as additional meat should she decide it was necessary.

“Why us?” Cole asked, a little defensively and almost convinced that the whole thing was a joke but not quite confident enough to dismiss it out of hand. “Why couldn’t you step in?”

“Because I’m already spoken for, remember?” she reminded him sweetly as she spooned some more instant coffee granules into her mug. “Deposit paid and everything!” Cole muttered a little under his breath but soon turned his attention back to watching Lydia out the window. “Since you’re so determined to watch her anyway,” Mollie chuckled to the boys, “keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t burn, okay? Mrs O’Sullivan didn’t order lobster today!” Shaking her head in amusement at the boys, especially since their job entailed seeing naked women and girls pretty much every day, she took the fresh coffee back to her office. She was just getting towards the bottom of this second mug when she heard the door again. There was really only one person it could be this time so she went out to Reception and was not surprised to see Carl standing there in a pair of draw-string shorts and a T-shirt, flip-flops on his feet.

“Suddenly I feel a little over-dressed!” he greeted her with sheepish charm, looking at her dressing gown which has started to come loose around the waist. “Sorry,” he grinned at her, “I meant to say good morning!”

“Well good morning to you too, mister!” She grinned. “And if you think I’m scantily clad, wait until you see Lydia! Not that it matters anyway,” she giggled, “since none of us plan on leaving anything to the imagination today! So,” she smiled, locking the door behind him now that they were not expecting anyone else to arrive until the proper morning shift who would have keys of their own anyway, “you still up for the spit? Not too late to move things around!” This was not the breach of her personal etiquette it might have sounded like as she was not for a second suggesting he might want to change his mind about cooking, just the method.

“Oh no! That spit and I have got a date I’m eager to keep!” he assured her with a smile as she led him down the corridor to Inspection Room 3.

“Glad to hear it!” she grinned back at him. “Do you need a last pee?” she asked, pausing by the door of the toilet and pushing it open slightly. “Once get you prepped, it won’t be an option!”

“Oh…” Carl looked from her to the door and back again, his cheeks a little pink. “That might not be such a bad idea!”

“Just remember to wash your hands!” Mollie teased him playfully as the door swung closed behind him. By the time he came out, it was not Mollie who stood waiting for him but Doug.

“They’re in three,” the young man told him pleasantly, “waiting for you.” Carl nodded and gave him a quick smile of acknowledgement before heading towards the open door of the inspection room. Inside, Mollie and Lydia were waiting for him, both stark naked and Lydia’s hair wet as if she had just taken a shower.

“We thought this might make you more comfortable?” Mollie smiled. “And help get that sausage nice and ready for the Permahard! It works either way,” she explained, “but it’s so much better when you’ve already done most of the work for it! Did you shower before you came out?”

“Yes,” Carl nodded, “and I used the gel last night and this morning.”

“Good boy.” Mollie nodded, pulling out a chair and patting it. “Now, let’s have you out of those clothes and I’ll get you looking the part of an old-timey explorer!” Carl’s beard, while not exactly full, had certainly grown enough to be cut into a respectable pair of mutton-chops attached to a moustache! More relaxed with just these two than he had been with all the girls from the O’Sullivan family watching, Carl pulled off her T-shirt and put it into a plastic bag Mollie handed them then kicked off his flip-flops, picked them up and added them to the bag then finally untied the cord of his loose-fitting shorts and let them drop, proving that he had followed the instructions not to wear underwear. Although perhaps not quite yet standing to full attention, he was certainly well on the way as he took his seat. “Knees apart, please!” Mollie instructed, holding a can of shaving get in one hand and a cut-throat razor in the other.


To be continued...

>>31050
I kinda thought you'd like that one in particular Ed. These multiple figures get trickier with every person added more than 2. I had a number of photoshop corrections for each artwork.

Getting back to the TVA/Loki reference I made earlier, I had to "prune" over 100 variants to come up with these 2. For anyone dealing with stubborn AI programs, I strongly recommend watching the Loki mini series on Disney+.

Perchance is a stubborn pain in the ass to work with, but it is free. IF anyone has a decent code to make it do horizontal spitroasts or inverted figures, I'd appreciate it, . . .
MAc

>>31053

Are you sure you want to invest that much time? There is no code to generate a horizontal spit roast. The prompt text required to produce a rough result is half as long as a chapter of Edward's stories.

Over the course of two months, working ten-hour days, I wrote ten different prompts. This resulted in 280 images of the "big sister" character and 170 images of the "little sister." There are another 1,700 images that could still be post-processed—but who has that kind of time?

The collection features the model with four different hair colors, two hair lengths, and two age stages, set against four different backgrounds. However, the result is more of a photographic style than the artistic style permitted here.

You can see some of the images here: https://motherless.xxx/u/Egon_Mars

By the way, the website has a new URL.
https://cdn5-images.motherlessmedia.com/images/539A20D.jpg

https://cdn5-images.motherlessmedia.com/images/5F70CB2.jpg
Unfortunately, the redhead's hairstyle doesn't quite work. You can't have everything. And now, back to Edward's fabulous story.

@Edward: First of all ‒ 'though you might already know me as a fan ‒ I'd like to say: Thumbs up! :D
RL took a lot of time and work let me return home mostly to tired for anything more than eating and sleeping. But today I could catch up and read the thread up to here.
And ‒ you might expect it from me ‒ I had some thoughts about the wonderful story.


>>30918

Just thinking practically: More "habitants" means a bigger pot is needed. But after the "visitors" leave, the filling height will drop remarkable. Will there be enough content left to boil the intrinsic meat. Adding water would influence the meat-liquid-ratio and dilute the stew. How is this to be solved? ;)


>>30926

> The four of them made their way ...
Poppy and Tara are at the fence, Selena sits in the pot ‒ leaving Mollie, Lydia, Carl, Natasha and Sheila making their way: Who got lost?


>>31004

I once more have a problem with the logic behind the Sidneyvers' narrative[1].
The Castlefords have a big house with an even bigger garden, which means they are not the poorest family and have something to bequeath. Considering that they celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary and have an only fifteen year old daughter there is a interesting delay. This could be an indication for difficulties of procreation or that Megan wasn't planned at all. The latter would explain why they use their only heir so easily as main course while the former leaves a lot of questionmarks, because at their age (minimum late thirties, probably older ["I'll leave all that to you young folk"]) the chances for a successful conception would even be less than twenty years ago.

This is not an urgent question that needs an immediate answer, it's more philosophical. Only if you already were thinking about it I'm curious with what you came up.

[1] Less in the meaning described in the English Wikipedia but more in the sense of what is written about this lemma in the Slovenian[2] and German Wikipedia[3]. There is explained that since the 1990s in social sciences a narrative is defined as a meaningful story that has influence on how the/an environment is perceived.
[2] https://sl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narativ
[3] https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narrativ_(Sozialwissenschaften)

>>31064
Ah my friend I do enjoy your questions! As it happens, two out of the three do indeed have an answer!

While Mollie, Lydia and Natahsa are also in the pot, it will be just gently simmering water with perhaps a little herbal seasoning. Once they get out, all the additional ingredients including vegetables and what is currently a thick paste which will dissolve into the water turning it essentially into tomato soup that they are boiling in will be added, compensating for the displacement caused by extra bodies.

Although it has never been explicity stated in any of my stories that I can remember, the further into the future we go with the Sidneyverse, the longer the human lifespan becomes, although scientists and social commentators are torn as to whether this is a direct result of the widespread cannibalism or just a step forward in human evolution which happens to correlate to the new dietary habits without having a direct causal link.

The upshot of this is that humans age what we would consider "normally" up to about thirty then plateau there for ten, thirty, fifty, even seventy years depending how far into the future we're travelling, before resuming aging, meaning that any couple could have several "batches" of children which they raise to at least teens before eating. Also, Megan is their only child at the time of this story but that does not mean she is their first-born ;) They will easily be in a position to pop out a few more over the next five years or so!

Glad you are enjoying the story so far! :D

>>31064
Your question about who got lost doesn't have a clear answer but I THINK at the time I was thinking Sheila was either not out in the yard with them or was standing back by the door watching the kids having fun so it would be her who wasn't part of the four :)

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...

>>31069
The description is so good we can nearly feel like Carl.

>>31065

[smart_aleck_mode]

Your answer made me lookup the lemma "Stew"[1] on the Wikipedia. There are surprisingly many stews listed. The Germans seem to have the most entries for their national and local stews (germ. "Eintopf", engl. "One Pot"), followed by the Frenchmen. Notable is the Hungarian version which is one of the national dishes and a symbol of the country. Not only comes it as stew (Goulash, Hungarian: gulyás[3]) or as soup (Goulash Soup, Hungarian: gulyásleve)[2]) which differ mainly in the amount of water used in preparation, it also has despite its national character a huge number of local variants. One of them is Székelykáposzta[4] a stew made with sauerkraut[5] instead of potatoes and not named after a location as the most stews but after a person ‒ the Hungarian writer, journalist and archivist József Székely (1825–1895)[6][7][8].

[/smart_aleck_mode]

[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stew
[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guly%C3%A1sleves
[3] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goulash
[4] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sz%C3%A9kely_Guly%C3%A1s
[5] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sauerkraut
Unfortunately there is no Wikipedia-Site in English, but who is interested can have a look at the Hungarian, German or Esperanto versions and use an online translator.
[6] https://hu.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sz%C3%A9kely_J%C3%B3zsef_(%C3%ADr%C3%B3)
[7] https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/J%C3%B3zsef_Sz%C3%A9kely
[8] https://eo.wikipedia.org/wiki/J%C3%B3zsef_Sz%C3%A9kely_(juristo)


> [...] just a step forward in human evolution [...]
It's very probably not the evolution that expands the life span. The life span indeed seems to grow. But that's only a matter of statistic. Researches showed that the human body is "constructed" for an average of round about 60 to 80 years. This was true even in ancient times. Because the old days had more dangers people were dying mostly before they reached that age. Infant mortality, carnivores, diseases, famines, accidents, inflammations ‒ all the things we can easily cure today were harmful and deadly. Methuselah for sure wasn't 900 years. But even with "only" 90 he might have appeared like it to the others.


>>31066
Shila was in the yard:
< [...] Natasha asked with a chuckle. [...] her mum reminded her. [...] Lydia observed, [...] Mollie agreed. “Carl, you want to come too?
So your second guess must be the right one ‒ as a good mother she observed her little ones and hence "was standing back by the door". Case solved, Watson. ;D

>>31072
I remember a Robert Winston documentary where he said the healthiest body shuts down at 120 and it's basically impossible to live beyond that but if you think about 60yos 40-50 years ago and 60yos now, it seems clear that the human lifespan is extending.

Be careful with life expectancy statistics. Even in Medieval times, living to 70-80 was fairly common IF you made it past 5 but since so many didn't, that skewed the "average" and makes people think everyone died at 40!

So yeah anyway, that's my reasoning - people in the Sidneyverse live longer and have more kids!

>>31073

> Even in Medieval times, living to 70-80 was fairly common [...]
That's what I said.
< [...] the human body is "constructed" for an average of round about 60 to 80 years. This was true even in ancient times.
Thank you for confirming. :)

> [...] IF you made it past 5 but since so many didn't, that skewed the "average" [...]
< [...] people were dying mostly before they reached that age.
Once more Thank you.

> Be careful with life expectancy statistics.
This is the point. I'm referring to the common phrase: "We're living longer", which is not true for the individual.
< [...] that's only a matter of statistic.
The avarage lifespan of all humans together gets longer. Most people aren't aware about this.

> I remember a Robert Winston documentary where he said the healthiest body shuts down at 120
And he is proved wrong by Jeanne Louise Calment (21 February 1875 – 4 August 1997), a French supercentenarian who is the oldest person in history whose age has been verified, with a documented lifespan of 122 years and 164 days.[1] Ok, just kidding. Looking at the low number of (super)centenarian he might be right.

> So yeah anyway, that's my reasoning - people in the Sidneyverse live longer and have more kids!
This is a good thing ‒ for the people in the Sidneyverse AND for us, because it guarantees more sequels of your stories. :)=)


[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeanne_Calment

Trying to maintain his brave face despite the anxiety he was feeling about what was to happen next, Carl smiled through gritted teeth as Mollie placed the tip of the barbed skewer into the hole at the end of his manhood and began to push. Stretching out his urethra as it travelled further and further in did make his eyes water but it was not as painful as he had been imagining since the tiny, hair-like barbs were pressed up against the main shaft of the skewer. It was only once it was all the way in and Mollie gave the sharp, hooked end a little tug that he felt their bite.

“They dig in to stop the skewer being pulled out.” Mollie explained, “but a lot of boys seem to like it, see?” She gently lifted and lowered the end of the skewer a few times, watching his face as she did so, and the immediate pain and discomfort he felt quickly gave way to a new sensation, one that he had not expected and which could really only be described as being masturbated from the inside! “How does it feel?”

“It feels… aaah!” Carl couldn’t help gasping, his eyes wide. “It feels… in...describable!”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Mollie grinned. “Now tell me, have you ever thought about getting a belly-button piercing?” she asked, pulling on the skewer but keeping it tugged this time, not releasing it as she had before.

“Can’t… say I have!” Carl managed to answer, a slightly apologetic smile on his face.

“Well you’re about to get one now!” Mollie informed him cheekily, pinching the skin at the bottom of his navel and pulling it out, away from his toned abs. “Ready?” She lined up the sharp tip of the hook on the end of the skewer and, without waiting for any sort of reply from the meat-boy, forced it through so that it held in place, tugging constantly on the sewer. “You’ll find if you roll your belly like this,” she demonstrated the move with her own, “you can pretty much do what I was doing before! Try to be a little discrete about it while you’re waiting,” she giggled, “but it’s a great thing to do to distract yourself once you’re on the spit! Well, congratulations!” she stepped back with her hands on her hips and a triumphant smile on her face. “You’ve officially passed the point of no return! Even a surgeon couldn’t get that out and leave you with a functioning penis! You’re officially meat now!”

Something about this statement gave Carl a lightness of spirit, as if some kind of weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Sure, he had no intention of backing out right from the time he arrived for his first inspection just three weeks ago but equally, knowing that he now could not even if he wanted to, felt like a relief. The satisfaction of knowing it was done deal and that he really had no say in what happened to him from now on was surprisingly liberating.

He knew the rules about volunteer meat. After all, the slogan “Until the chop, you can still say Stop!” was prominently displayed even in the reception of SB Catering, as well as being legally required on all relevant pamphlets and recruitment ads, whether in print, on TV, online or on the radio. In practice, it meant that a meat-boy or girl could pull out at any time during the process until some damage had been inflicted that they could not recover from, whether that be having their head cut off, hence the use of “Chop” in the slogan, their throat cut or their belly cut open, a chunk of meat removed or once they had been spitted. For those going in the oven without being gutted first, the point of no return was generally considered stuffing since that could only be reversed surgically and then with less than a fifty percent chance of success, and for those like the girls who would be going in the pot it was when they were too badly scalded to survive without urgent medical intervention.

“We probably should have got you to put your boots on before we did that!” Mollie observed, one arm folded across her chest and the other elbow resting on it as she tapped her lips thoughtfully with her finger. “Never mind, I’ll help you.” Grabbing the boots and socks for his costume from the table, she knelt down at his feet and had him raised first one foot then the other as she put on his socks and boots then tied his laces for him. Knowing that it was unprofessional but figuring he would not mind and, with only one week left to live, not really caring about the tiny risk of getting fired, Mollie stuck out her tongue and licked Carl’s engorged, skewered sausage from root to tip then faced him with a cheeky grin and gave him a light kiss on the lips. “There we are!” she grinned, happy and relieved to see that he did not seem to mind the liberties she had taken in the slightest. “All good to go! Now, let’s go see if the other boys are ready to head off!”


To be continued...

(Short update to prove I'm still alive!)

Fifteen minutes and a tactical trip to the bathroom for Doug and Cole to make the spectacle of the day earlier to cope with later, they were in the van on the way to the club ground where all the equipment was already set up and waiting for them. In the back of the van was the box of costume bits and pieces for Natasha, Selena and their little cousins. Lydia was sat next to Carl, their bare thighs pressed against each other, him with his hands tied behind his back for the sake of tradition but Lydia free, still officially a member of the team for the moment, and she playfully walked her fingers up and down his engorged, skewered sausage, loving the way it made him squirm although he certainly did not seem to be complaining! For his own comfort on the journey he was wearing his glasses again but as soon as they arrived they would be switched out for the monocle. Sitting opposite and not wearing very much more in real-terms but somehow looking positively demure my comparison, Mollie watched them out of the corner of her eye and smiled to herself. Cole and Doug, both with tight black shorts on under their grass-skirts were up front with Doug driving and Cole sat by the passenger window.

Mrs O’Sullivan was there to greet them as they pulled into the small carpark next to the building, the one meant for deliveries and people with disabilities that limited their mobility. Most of the guests would be using the main carpark, with Tara and Poppy in toe, both stark naked of course and looking cute as ever. Mollie got out the van first and they rushed to hug her.

“You have lovely boobs!” Tara complimented her genuinely. Mollie smiled warmly and gave a little chuckle. She had got so used to being naked recently that it hadn’t occurred to her that it was the girls’ first time seeing her this way.

“Bless you!” the ruffled the little blonde’s hair playfully. “And you two have lovely juicy butts!” She reached around and gave both girls’ cheeks a playful squeeze, making them giggle. “I’ve got costumes for you,” she assured them, “but first, are you ready to see the rest of today’s meat?” They both nodded enthusiastically while their grandmother looked on with an indulgent smile. “Come out on here, you two!” Mollie called. Lydia came first, lithe and beautiful, her tribal-themed costume leaving even less to the imagination that Mollie’s. She blew a kiss to the girls then stood beside the door to help Carl down the steps since his hands were still tied behind his back. The little girls’ eyes sparkled with excitement as he stepped out, now wearing the hat and monocle.

“So what do you think?” Lydia asked, posing with one hand on her hip and the other on Carl’s shoulder. “Do we look tasty?”

“Definitely!” Poppy answered emphatically.

“Why don’t you go get your sisters?” Mrs O’Sullivan suggested to the little brunette. “Then you can all have a picture together?”

“Let’s head over to the pot.” suggested Mollie as Poppy scampered off cheerfully. “That will make a nice background!” Cole and Doug followed close behind, Cole carrying the costume box. There were a few other adults around, some Mollie recognised and the rest she took to be immediate family members, there to help with the setup. “We’ll do some pictures,” she explained as Poppy returned with the older two girls, both currently wearing over-sized T-shirts that fell off one shoulder, “then the boys can get the rest of the food out of the van and we can get everything set up. Cool as those shirts are,” Mollie teased Selena and Natasha, “I don’t think they’re quite on-brand.” Giggling, they both pulled them off over their heads revealing their naked bodies beneath.

Like the little ones with her own, it was Mollie’s first time actually seeing Natasha naked and she had to admit she was impressed. It was really no surprise that she had been chosen to roast at her school fair! Although there was a very clear resemblance between her, Selena and Poppy, she had filled out nicely while they were both still very thin. Her legs were thick and toned, her rump an absolute dream and her fourteen year old breasts were firm, round and perky much like Emma the Girl Guide’s, crowned with dark pink nipples. Her fillet, shaved smooth of course, was delightfully puffy.

“Damn, girl!” she grinned. “How have you gone this long without getting roasted?” It was not a question she expected an answer to, just a playful compliment and Natasha took it as such, just giggling in response. The outfit she was given to wear matched Mollie’s, complete with grass-skirt and lay, while Selena’s was the same as Lydia’s. As expected, the little ones looked absolutely adorable in their hiking boots and socks with pith helmets.

“So, are you like, our dad, in the game?” Tara asked curiously, smiling thoughtfully up at Carl.

“I guess so!” he grinned. “A family of explorers captured by the cannibals and included in their great feast!”

“What better way to learn about another culture than to participate in their traditions?” Natasha winked. “Hey, the guests will start arriving soon. Aren’t you two supposed to be tied up?”


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Giggling, the two little explorers ran over to the pole where they would be displayed for the guests before going in the pot. Seeing what was going on, Shelia and a blonde lady who had to be Tara’s mum wandered over to watch, both chatting happily with glasses of wine in their hands despite how early it still was. It was a party, after all!

“Are you sure you want your arms up like that?” Mollie asked, seeing how the girls were posing ready for the ropes, back to back on either side of the pole with their arms above their heads and wrists crossed over. “It will get pretty uncomfortable!”

“So will being boiled alive!” Poppy pointed out matter-of-factly. “And we want to properly look the part and show off our bodies as best we can! I know we don’t look like you or Tasha but people will still enjoy seeing us naked, right?”

“Absolutely!” Mollie assured her, threading a rope through one of the holes in the post so she could use it to tie them both. “They’ll get to see how cute, pretty and delicious you look!” The girls both looked pleased by this.

“Tighter!” Tara urged as the rope was wrapped around both sets of wrists and the pole. “Make it feel real!” Mollie obliged then wrapped another rope around their legs, half way down the shin then a find third one around their tummies which she pulled tight, to their apparent satisfaction.

“How’s that?” Mollie asked when she was done.

“Perfect!” Poppy cried and both girls made a show of struggling against their bonds, proving that they were bound securely.

“I’ll make sure someone discretely loosens them when it’s time for you to make a run for it.” Mollie leaned in and whispered. “That should be fun!” The girls agreed with broad grins and Mollie now led Carl to the post beside them. After snipping the cable tie which bound his hands, she secured him to his own pole but with his hands behind his back. As they were playing members of the tribe giving themselves and their bodies voluntarily, Selena and Lydia did not need to be bound and instead, just as Megan had done at her own party, would be handing out drinks to the guests as they arrived.

It was not long before that began and Mollie was kept busy supervising her team and making sure the trays of drinks were kept full. Although she got several rather hungry looks in her direction, it was the girls of the family who got the most attention, and rightly so. It really warmed Mollie’s heart to see the confidence with which Selena mingled with her assorted family members and their extended families as well as an assortment of family friends, flirting and showing off her body. It can’t have been easy for her, looking so like Natasha but not yet growing into her figure and Mollie could see a lot of herself at that age in the thin little pre-teen. Perhaps in another couple of years she would have filled out and developed some nice, meaty curves but nobody was ever going to know, now! Still, she really seemed to have found her confidence and looked so happy, clearly excited by the prospect of what was to come, something she teased some of the guests about without giving too much away!

One couple showed up with a large, very friendly brown Labrador who seemed very pleased to see everyone and was welcomed equally in turn. Just as Mollie was walking past the two tied up little girls on her way to check on Cole who was preparing another tray of drinks, the dog tugged his owners towards them and immediately, as dogs often do, started sniffing around Poppy’s crotch. There was some affectionate laughter from the adults around which turned a little awkward when he began to enthusiastically lick her exposed little fillet. The seven year old giggled at first and the dog’s embarrassed owners tried to pull him away but Poppy cried out not to, to let him lick, Her giggles turned to sweet moans of pleasure as the friendly dog went to town, the adults exchanging awkward smiles while others came over to watch the show, until both girl and dog seemed to be satisfied.

“Bring him round to say hello to me!” Tara urged, prompting amused chuckles from the guests.

“You should save him some bones afterwards!” Poppy suggested. “There’s going to be lots and they just get thrown away!”

“Make sure he gets some of our meat too!” Tara added, between squeaks and giggles as the dog found her fillet equally worthy of investigation.

“Damn!” Selena’s fourteen year old cousin Mike chuckled as he took a drink from her tray, standing beside her as they both watched the dog’s antics. “That dog gets way more action than I do!”

“Wanna do something about that?” Selena asked slyly.

“What do you...oh!” Mike exclaimed as the twelve year old’s hand began to rub the front of his trousers. Noticing what was going on, Mollie wordlessly passed by and took the tray from Selena’s other hand. “Should we…?”

“You’re gonna watch me tie in that pot over there,” she informed him in a husky voice, “then while my head watches from one of those spikes, you’re gonna eat my meat!” Mike gulped, not entirely sure that he wasn’t being pranked as his cousin pressed her naked body up against him. “I want you to fuck me against the pot where I’m going to die!” she told him. An instruction rather than an invitation.

“Oh.. I mean,” Mike stammered. “I’ve never actually…”

“Never fucked anyone?” Selena looked up at him and licked her lips. “Well I’ve never been fucked before so I won’t really know if you’re any good or not. Besides, even if it goes badly, I’m getting cooked and eaten soon! It’s not like you’re gonna have to see me ever again!” Putting her hand on the back of his head, she pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss. His fresh drink fell to the ground and spilled out over the grass although fortunately the glass didn’t break and he began to explore her body with his hands, especially her firm, round ass. “I’m damn good at blowjobs ‘though!” she informed him once they both came up for air. “Maybe if there’s time you can have one of those too!”

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him towards the pot, silencing his protests about people seeing by reminding him that was so much going on, nobody was likely to pay them any attention and, even if they did see, what did it matter?

“Okay!” she said, putting her hands on the rim of the pot that was warmed by the sun but not yet being heated up, standing on the far side from where the girls and Carl, who was getting a lot of admiration of his own, not to mention photographs taken both of him alone and of various women and girls positing beside him, some even shamelessly gripping his skewered sausage, not that he was complaining, were tied up, Selena stuck out her backside, offering her glistening, pre-teen cunt to her handsome cousin. Unzipping his trousers and pulled them and his underpants down to his knees, Mike took hold of her hips and, still not quite able to believe that what was happening was real, he entered her from behind.

“Harder!” she urged, pushing back against him. “Don’t make love to me! I want you to fuck me! Hard!” The fourteen year old did not need telling twice and began to thrust into his pretty cousin, his thighs slapping against her ass as he did so. “Yes! Yes! Harder!” she urged. “Keep going! Harder! Don’t stop!” Her voice carried and the pair soon began to attract an audience of their own but there was no shock or disapproval from anyone, just shouts of encouragement for the young pair and exclamations of kudos for Mike. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! Fuck me before you eat me! Yes! Aaaah!” Selena cried out in blissful climax at the same moment that Mike shot his load inside her and the audience of guests erupted into enthusiastic applause. Selena was still gripping the side of the pot to steady herself when she received an unexpected question.

“Is this party invitation only?” Mike’s dad, her Uncle Luke, asked. “Or can anyone join?”

“Huh?” Selena asked, a little confused. But before she could say any more, her uncle had unzipped his trousers and was taking hold of her hips, roughly entering her tight, pre-teen cunt, using his own son’s cum as lube. “Oh… Fuck yes!” Selena exclaimed, closing her eyes, still riding the high of her last orgasm which was now being prolonged by her uncle’s much larger, thicker, more forceful manhood.


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This one has ended up WAY longer than I intended but hopefully people are enjoying it :)

Having come for a second time and felt the thick load squirted inside her, Selena expected that she would be allowed to take a breather but no sooner had Uncle Luke pulled out than he was replaced with his brother, her own dad! She did not have to turn around to know that it was him. She recognised his aftershave, the feel of his hands, although he had never held her quite like this before! Eyes closed and riding a high from which she would never come down she cried out:

“Fuck my, Daddy! Fuck like like I’ve dreamed about since I was nine!” She sensed a slight hesitation in the way he moved, as she she had startled or shocked him and she hoped that he was not so embarrassed that he would stop. The chuckles from the rest of the audience were replaced with cheers and whoops of encouragement as he started up again. “Yes Daddy!” she cried out again. “Fuck me! Fuck your little meat-slut!” Her dad enthusiastically did as he was told until her body was rocked with the most powerful orgasm yet and, as soon as her dad let go of her hips, collapsed to her knees, hugging the pot in which she end her life with her cheek pressed against its warm surface. Plenty of people would be filming and taking photographs, she was sure of that, so she was happy that they would still be enjoying her long after her body was nothing but a delicious memory.

Feeling a hand grip her arm to help her to her feet, Selena thought that someone else wanted to use her as a fuck-toy before she cooked but the hand did not feel like a man’s. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was Mollie.

“Hey there!” the red-head grinned. “Looks like you’re having a good time?”

“Gotta make the most of my last couple of hours!” Selena winked, getting a little unsteadily to her feet.

“That’s the spirit!” Mollie congratulated her, giving her a hard but playful slap on the backside. “Nearly time for your dance but I thought you might want to get cleaned up a little first?” She presented a packed of unscented wipes and Selena took one gratefully, noticing as she did so that her little audience seemed to have dispersed, although whether they had wandered off on their own once the show was over or been shooed away by Mollie to give her some privacy, she could not tell. Carefully, she wiped away the trickle of slightly bloody cum which ran down her inner thigh then took another to clean in and around her rather sore little cunt. “You might want this, too!” Mollie handed her a small bottle of chilled water which was, indeed, very welcome. “Come, m’lady!” she gestured, taking the now-empty bottle and used wipes. “Your audience awaits!”

The area in front of the pot and the three poles had been cleared, with all the guests stood in a semi-circle, drinks in hand, many with the phones or cameras out, all smiling indulgently and waiting for the show. The club-house’s outdoor speakers, which had been playing gentle, classical music up to that point, were silent and as Selena took her place in the middle of cleared grass areas then, at a signal from Mollie to whichever of her colleagues was controlling the music, the rhythmic drum-beats started up, much louder than the ambient music had been, and she began her dance.

Her dance was fast, breathless and unashamedly sensuous, performed with raw passion, designed to make all those who watched it hungry for her meat and to get their blood pumping as hard as her own was to encourage them with the switches when her vulnerable young body was offered up to their punishing stings. Her performance was as much a gymnastics routine as it was an actual dance and she ended with a standing backflip after which she sank to one knee, her back and dark hair tumbling down her back, arms held out wide and her entire body beaded with sweat. The audience, with her grandmother and parents front and centre, erupted into enthusiastic applause along with cheers and whistles as Mollie and Natasha pulled her to her feet, holding an arm each, and walked her to the pole where they tied her wrists securely above her head and her ankles either side, the front of her body pressed against the pole with her tiny breasts forced out either side and her back of her body with its pale, delicate skin completely exposed. Natasha then fetched the basket of switches and demonstrated to the audience what they were for, striking her little sister across the buttocks and leaving a read line. Selena could not help letting out a small yelp but the sting felt so good. It was what she wanted. What she needed. What she craved.

Invited by Mollie, Mrs O’Sullivan was the next to step forward and she giggled as she whipped her granddaughter’s backside a couple of times, although more lightly than her sister had done. Then one by one all the guests came to take a turn, encouraged by Natasha not to limit their strikes to her rump but to cane her back and thighs too. Mike, who had lost his virginity to her at the same time he took hers, was especially enthusiastic and whipped her six times across back, ass and thighs before passing the switch to the next person. Gasping, squealing and moaning as the switches tenderised her slim young body, Selena felt as if she were already in Heaven. The pain felt exquisite, delicious. Even better than being fucked. Although everyone had taken a turn by now and most had wandered off to get more drinks or just to mingle with the other guests, several kept coming back for another turn with the switches.

“Turn…” Selena gasped, trying to get her sister’s attention. “Please…” Her voice was weak and gravelly. “Turn me around.”

“Here.” Natasha poured some more water into her little sister’s mouth. “Sounds like you need this.”

“Thanks.” Selena smiled gratefully as the cool liquid refreshed her lips and throat. “Now please turn me round!”

“Turn you round?” Natasha asked in surprise. “Why? If the whipping’s got too much then we can just stop and you can…”

“No!” Selena cut it off quickly. “I want it to continue, but I need more! I need to feel it on my tits and my belly and my pussy! Please!” she practically begged. “I need this!”

“That’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker!” Natasha observed a little nervously, thinking about how much she and her sister both squealed when they pinched or twisted each other’s nipples while play-fighting. On the other hand, if the past half hour had proved anything, it was that her middle sister was definitely a pain-slut and who was she to deny her her final wish?

“Please!” Selena begged again.

“You’re the boss!” Natasha chuckled, kneeling down to untie her ankles then loosening the bonds around her wrists so that she could turn around before tightening them again and re-tying the lower rope so that now Selena stood with her back pressed into the pole and her undamaged front fully exposed, back slightly arched, pushing her cute little tits forward. “Okay, folks!” Natasha called to the curious group of onlookers. “Have at it!”

Unsurprisingly, Mike was the first to step forward and select a switch from the basket. Finding himself face to face with his restrained cousin, however, he hesitated. He looked from her heaving chest, to the willow cane in his hand, to her big, pleading eyes.

“Do it! Please!” She begged breathily. “Please!” she urged again. “I want it so badly!” Mike looked back and forth once again between the switch and her budding chest then into her pleading eyes and took a swing, the cane striking diagonally across her chest with a satisfying thwack. “Fuck yes!” Selena gasped as he struck again, across her belly this time, leaving another angry pink line. “Whip my cunt!” she practically ordered him “Whip it hard!” Rather than pulling his hand back and swinging this time, Mike placed the stick flat against Selena’s thighs and pulled the tip back until it felt close to cracking then released it, allowing it to snap back down. Selena let out another cry of pain and pleasure so inextricably combined that she could not have given a name to the sensation. Mike repeated the action, then whipped her twice more across the chest before handing the stick off to another, younger boy who was excitedly waiting his turn.


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“Time to get you roasting, Mr Piggy!” Mollie grinned as she and Lydia approached the pole where Carl was tied. “Looking forward to it?”

“Damn straight!” Carl grinned as they untied his arms, instinctively stretching them out and flexing his fingers to restore the blood-flow, temporarily at least. “Watching Selena… well, if I wasn’t in a good mood before!”

“Glad to hear it!” Mollie laughed. “Several of the ladies have already asked if they can take a turn at basting you so I don’t think you’re going to be short of attention!”

“How long before I’m, you know, ready to serve?” asked Carl, shaking his newly-freed feet and allowing his hands to be tied behind his back again but with damp cooking twine this time rather than a modern cable-tie.

“About three hours.” Mollie explained. “We’ll get you cooking, then we’re all going to get in the pot for an hour, then it will be time to serve Lydia up and by the time she’s finished, you and the stew should be ready to eat!”

“Sounds perfect!” Carl smiled, happy to see that quite a few of the guests had noticed what was going on and were starting to gather by the roasting pit and wooden spitting bench. “You know,” he turned to Lydia, “I’ve got a lot of respect for you! What you’re doing is pretty hard-core!”

“It’s not gonna be the most comfortable experience of my life!” the pretty blonde admitted. “But then I don’t think you’re about to have your most relaxing experience either! And at least this way I get to watch people enjoying my meat and get to see what everyone chooses!”

“Good point!” Carl chuckled. Once again, Mrs O’Sullivan and her immediate family were front and centre of the audience while now included virtually all the guests with the exception of some of the boys who had decided that continuing to whip Selena, whose body was now criss-crossed all over with raised pink lines and even bleeding a little across her belly and thighs, was more fun. Given that she kept begging them not to stop, it was a fair assumption that she agreed!

Guided by the two women, since with was difficult with his hands tied behind his back, Carl lowered himself onto the spitting bench. His skewered manhood felt squashed under his own weight and he felt the metal hook that pierced his belly-button did into him but it was uncomfortable rather than painful. Tolerable at least. While the roasting pit and its supports had a rustic look, the spit itself was still steel. Single-use wooden spits did exist and usually at the end of the meal, what remained of the skewered carcass would be placed upright in the middle of a small bonfire and burned but these required more specialist skill to use and could not, by their nature, be as sharp as the steel or carbon alternatives so SB catering tended to stick to the tried and tested steel option.

Once in position, Carl was strapped down with his chin in a cup to keep his head facing forwards and his legs wide apart to give access to his single spit-hole. The spit itself, of course, was very well oiled but, to make things easier both for herself and for Carl, Mollie scooped some soft butter with her fingers and massaged it into and around his anus. Once he was as prepared as he could be, Doug handed her the spit and, with the gathered audience watching and calling out words of support and encouragement, many of them filming, she inserted the tip and began to push.

There was no doubt that spitting a man was harder than spitting a girl. Girls had the advantage of a primary spit-hole that was at least designed as an entrance. In fact, Mollie had met plenty of younger girls who did not realise that their vaginas had any other purpose and thought the fact that it felt nice to touch them and slip things inside was just nature’s way of making spitting more enjoyable! In fact, “spit-hole” was such a common euphemism that it had become pretty much the standard non-scientific term. Boys have willies, girls have spit-holes! Still, less than ideal as it was, boys and men did have a hole that a spit could be forced through and Carl’s seemed more willing than some to accept the sharp steel intruder.

“I’d warn you about the point of no return,” Mollie teased lightly as seven or eight inches of the spit disappeared within him, “but in your case we passed that a few hours ago!”

“Yup! My fate was sealed when you put a stick through my hot-dog!” Carl managed to grin despite the discomfort. “And these people here look like they’re hungry for boy-meat so just keep doing what you gotta do!” Spitting a man or boy did not have the same clear stages as with a girl but still Mollie felt it start to move more easily once it was well into his body cavity, pushing organs aside rather than having to break its way through, until it reached the back of his throat.

“This is it!” Mollie declared, feeling the resistance increase again as the tip of the spit reached the back of Carl’s throat and its presence was confirmed by his involuntary cough. “Cameras at the ready! Here we go!” She increased the pressure and pushed hard, feeling his throat give way and, seconds later, the spit erupted out between his teeth, to the obvious delight of the cheering and applauding audience! Now all the remained was to secure him to the spit. Mollie fitted the T-bar between his elbows and locked it to the spit but, since he was heavier than Timmy, she did not want to rely on that alone to keep him turning with the spit so took two U-shaped securing forks and slid them onto either end of the spit. The sharp tips of the prongs pierced the flesh either side of his neck, pushing into the space between his shoulder-blades and collar-bone while the one at the back deeply pierced his muscular buttocks. “There!” Mollie declared, giving him a playful slap on the backside. “Now there’s no way you’ll slip around on the spit!” To keep up with the rustic aesthetic, she used more of the cooking twine to secure Carl’s ankles to the spit, once she had pulled off his boots and socks of course, then removed his hat and monocle which he had managed to keep in through the whole spitting process and which she promised to put back on when he was ready to serve, and finally Carl was ready to go over the coals!

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“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.


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“What do you say we season the pot a little?” Mollie suggested with a cheeky grin as little Poppy squirmed happily on her lap.

“What do you mean?” Tara asked.

“We’ll show you.” Natasha grinned, understanding Mollie’s meaning immediately. “Guessing you know what you’re doing well enough?” she asked her middle sister with a wink. Selena did not answer but from the way she was breathing, her head leaning back against the rim of the pot with her eyes closed and her hands below the surface, it seemed quite clear that she’d had the same thought, probably before Mollie said anything.

With her left hand, Mollie began to stroke Poppy’s flat chest, running her fingers over the penny-sized pink nipples that barely stood out, pinching them lightly and feeling them respond to her touch, while with her right she caressed her inner thigh, moving upwards until she was stroking her cute, puffy slit then slipped a single finger inside, rubbing her little clit with her thumb as she did so. Poppy gasped, moaned and squeaked just as she had done when the friendly dog gave her his special greeting. Across from them, on the other side of the pot, Natasha was pleasuring Tara the same way. Not wanting to be left out but seeing that Selena clearly required no assistance, Lydia decided to take matters into her own hands, or fingers at least!

“Now you try!” Natasha urged, guiding Tara’s hand down between her own thick, meaty thighs. Thighs that were sure to be one of the highlights when she was spit-roasted at her school fair. The little girl’s fingers were clumsy, inexperienced, but she soon got the hang of what was expected. Seeing what her cousin was doing, Poppy slipped off Mollie’s lap and turned to face her, standing in the curved base of the pot as the water around them began to heat up.

“Is everything okay?” Mollie asked.

“Yes!” Poppy grinned. “But I want to kiss your boobies!”

“Well,” Mollie giggled, “you go right ahead, sweetheart!” With her hand on the back of the seven year old’s head, careful not to knock her hat off, she guided her to her breast where Poppy began to lick her nipple then tease it with her teeth, biting lightly. “You’ve done this before, huh?”

“Selena likes it!” Poppy explained brightly before switching to the other breast. Amused but not entirely surprised, Mollie directed Poppy hand to her own meaty fillet then pulled the little girl in closer with her hands on her rump. Her body felt lithe and slippery under the water and somehow the idea that her little playmate, with full knowledge, willingness and enthusiasm, would not be getting out of the pot alive made the experience all the more erotic.

Nearly an hour and a half passed in this way, with Mollie and Natasha first swapping partners, then giving the little ones to Lydia and Selena before making out together and exploring each other’s delicious bodies, two spit-roasters helping to flavour the stew. After some time, Selena wanted in on the action with Mollie, then with her big sister, leaving Lydia with both of the smaller girls for a while before they took to teasing and pleasuring each other while Lydia straddled Mollie’s lap and kissed her deeply, indulging a fantasy she had harboured ever since she began working at SB catering which had only become more intense after helping Mollie with her naked photo-shoot. As their tongues entwined, she squeezed and massaged Mollie’s lovely big boobs which she both admired and envied. Finally, seeing that they were starting to get a little drowsy, Mollie took both little girls back onto her lap, one on each legs, and signalled to Cole that it was time for the next stage of the stew.

Under the lightly-bubbling surface, she could see that her own skin was pink and was definitely starting to tingle. If they did not get out soon, she, Lydia and Natasha would be seriously scalded to the point that medical attention may be required. Sure, they had all signed disclaimers about the dangers of joining the younger girls in the pot and there was certainly something very tempting about just going to sleep and drifting off in what was essentially a nice hot bath, but that was not what they were there for. It probably wouldn’t matter too much to Lydia if she was partially cooked before people started to cut bits off her living body, but Mollie and Natasha had other commitments and their meat was already spoken for.

Carefully, giving a loving kiss to each of the three girls who would be remaining in the pot for the rest of their lives and beyond, Mollie transferred Tara and Poppy onto Selena’s lap then climbed out of the water and down the steps. Despite the warmth of the day, the contrast of the air to the water hit her harder than she expected and she found herself shivering. Luckily, having anticipated this with a grandparents’ intuition, Mrs O’Sullivan was standing by with three large beach-towels that she had fetched from the car and Mollie took the one offered to her gratefully, wrapping it around her shoulders and hugging it around herself while her body adjusted to the change of environment. Natasha came next, followed finally by Lydia and all three stood wrapped in their towels, watching while Doug and Cole brought out the rest of the stew ingredients on a trolley.


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A few minutes and a shared bottle of water, also provided by Mrs O’Sullivan, later, the girls took the towels off and handed them back.

“Think we might have over-done it a bit?” Natasha asked a little nervously, looking at her skin which was still very pink as if she had a light sun-burn all over.

“Yeah, perhaps!” Mollie agreed, winching a little as she experimentally touched her own belly. “Guess that’s what we get for having so much fun we forget how long we’ve been boiling, huh?” She looked over at the pot where Selena seemed to be back to partying with her own fingers while the younger girls giggled excitedly as the young men added the chopped vegetables and several brick-sized blocked of condensed puree which would turn the water in which they were currently simmering into a rich, thick tomato soup. “I think I’ll be leaving anything with elastic off for a while.” She smiled apologetically at the host. “If that’s okay with you, that is?”

“Oh sweetheart!” Mrs O’Sullivan chuckled. “I don’t think anyone’s going to be upset by getting to see a little more of you, so to speak! And I’m very grateful for you adding a little extra flavour to the stew, not to mention keeping my granddaughters entertained!” The girls in question were now standing back to back in the middle of the bubbling red soup that looked almost like molten lava, poking at pieces of vegetable that floated past with their cute, flat chests just visible above the surface, giggling as it spat up into their faces. “Are you okay to carry on or do you need to go inside out of the sun for a little bit?”

“I should be okay.” Mollie assured her with a thankful smile. “It will fade quite quickly, and I need to get Lydia ready to serve, but if Natasha wants to…”

“No, all good!” the younger future spit-roaster smiled. “Need me to come help with the grill or should I stay and keep an eye on the pot?”

“Come now!” her grandmother tutted affectionately. “For all the help you’ve been today, you’re going to get the first cut of...sorry, dear?” She turned to Lydia. “Your name’s gone completely out of my head!”

“Lydia!” the pretty blonde supplied with a friendly smile, taking no offence. “Don’t worry, it’s not like my name’s going to matter when you’re eating me up!”

“Be that as it may,” Mrs O’Sullivan chuckled affectionately, “I do think it’s common courtesy to remember someone’s name and I’m sorry I forgot yours!” Lydia was about to remind her that she had been introduced to a lot of new people from the team and assure her that it really didn’t matter but the kindly old lady had already turned back to Natasha. “You deserve the first cut of Lydia here! Anything you like! It’s my thank you to you.”

Warmed inside by this interaction and starting to feel more acclimatised to the ambient temperature once more, Mollie led the other naked girls over to the cooking area where the grill was nearly ready to cook on. Doug followed close behind as it would be his job to supervise the live buffet and Lydia gulped a little as she saw the array of fiendishly sharp knives set out ready for the guests to use on her delicious young body.

“If you’re having second thoughts, we can butcher you first.” Mollie offered kindly, hovering her hand just above Lydia’s shoulder as she feared her skin might still be a little too sensitive for the affectionately-meant touch to be welcome. “You know, cut your throat and empty you out. People can still help themselves to what they want off your body.”

“No.” Lydia told her resolutely. “That wouldn’t be nearly as much fun for them! It’s just seeing this all and knowing… It just suddenly all felt very real, you know?”

“Don’t worry.” Mollie reassured her. “I see it a lot. However much your brain knows you’re going to die, there’s that little moment when your heart catches up and it just takes a minute or two to readjust.” She thought of the hundreds of women, girls and boys she had been responsible for killing, whether directly or indirectly, over the course of her career. At least half of them, probably a lot more, had this moment when they saw the spit, or the axe that would take their head off, or the oven in which they would end their lives at the absolute reality of their situation hit home. What she had never had, and she considered this a matter of pride, was anyone pulling out at this pivotal moment, although they would have been well within their legal right to do so. “Do you need a minute?” she asked kindly.

“No.” Lydia replied with a brave and confident smile. “Let’s do this!”


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Just as they had when Carl was spitted or when the girls were getting into the pot, the party guests realised that something was happening and started to gather near to the grill. Even Carl’s harem of women old enough to be his mother turned their attention away from him for a few minutes to watch as Mollie and Doug strapped Lydia into the frame. Standing in an X formation, the young blonde’s wrists were chained to the upper corners of the A-frame while her ankles were secured to the poles at the back of the base with the result that her body was forced to curve forward slightly, pushing out her chest and adding an extra firmness to her rump, keeping it and her thighs involuntarily flexed.

“Looking good!” Mollie assured her in a soothing voice, taking out a small, pre-filled syringe, far more discrete than the ones used for the Liquifirm or Permahard and pulling off the cap. “Now I warn you,” she tapped the syringe to remove air-bubbles and squirted a tiny bit out the top, “this is going to make you feel kinda drunk and dopey but it will dull the pain. You’ll still be aware of sensations but they won’t be overwhelming. Don’t worry,” she grinned, “it won’t effect the flavour of your meat and the effects don’t transfer to anyone who eats you! The other thing it will do,” she explained, as much for the benefit of the listening audience as for Lydia with whom she had been through this all earlier, “is thicken your blood so you won’t bleed out after the first couple of slices. You’ll go into shock eventually, of course,” she explained apologetically, “that can’t be helped. They’ve yet to come out with a drug that makes a body totally ignore the fact that it’s being eaten, I’m afraid!” This line earned her some chuckles from the guests, many of whom were once again filming or taking pictures. “But it will mean you last longer. It’s incredibly harmful, of course,” she teased, “and would probably kill you in about two hours but I don’t think you need to worry too much about that!”

“I’ll take my chances!” Lydia giggled as the needle was pushed into her rump which, much like Selena’s, was the meatiest part of her body. The effect was almost immediate! A giddy light-headedness as if she has just downed a glass or two of champagne accompanied by a certain wooziness and sense of detachment from her surroundings. It was, however, a pleasant feeling with none of the discomfort or nausea that comes from drinking too much.

Around her, people were talking. There seemed to be some discussion of food? Lydia was reasonably sure that she was supposed to be doing something but nobody seemed to be addressing her directly so she supposed there was no big issue for the moment.

“Well,” she heard Mollie say to Natasha as the pair of them stood in front of her, Mollie holding a long, sharp knife, a carving fork and a pair of tongs together in one hand, her other hand on the younger girl’s shoulder, “your Grandma said you get first cut, so what’s it going to be?” Natasha looked Lydia up and down, her skin still pink from the soup, although like her own it was quickly fading to a far less angry tone, but her body no less appetising for it. A satisfying flash of understanding hit Lydia at that moment. She wasn’t supposed to be helping prepare or serve up the food, she was the food! Her only job was to stand there while people chose their portions from her lovely young body. That was okay then, easy enough. She could relax and let them get on with it.

The sky was a lovely shade of blue, with only a few fluffy white clouds looking as if they had been put there for decoration. Off to the side she could hear the girls in the pot giggling happily as they boiled and, on the roasting pit close by, Carl was already starting to smell delicious! By the time her body had been stripped, he would probably be ready to serve. She wondered if her bones and whatever scraps were left would be thrown into the pot to compliment the existing flavours of the stew. That would be a good idea. She should probably mention it to Mollie, but there was no rush. There seemed to be no urgency to anything any more. She had heard the expression to not have a care in world many times, of course, but for the first time it felt as if she was truly experiencing it. Further away, the happy dog was playing fetch with some of the younger children. She hoped he would be treated to a bone or two later, hopefully with some tasty meat still on it.

“Do you think I could have a whole tit?” Natasha asked, glancing over her shoulder at her grandmother who nodded, smiling indulgently as always.

“Excellent choice!” Mollie grinned. “Left or right?”

“Hmm…” Natasha considered this for a moment, looking from one to the other, and Lydia found herself which one she would pick in her shoes. She knew that some girls had a favourite, one breast that they thought was nicer, more shapely or perkier than the other, but she never really had. Honestly, she had never really given her tits much thought at all. It was not really as if they were much to write home about, after all, especially not compared to Mollie’s! In fact, she was fairly sure that Natasha’s were bigger, or at least as big, looking bigger due to her her shorter stature, despite Lydia’s having had around three years more growing time. “The left one!” Natasha declared finally, pointing.

“Perfect!” Mollie admired her choice. Lydia vaguely wondered what attributes her left breast might have to make it more delicious-looking than her right but it was just as likely that the young teen had picked via a silent game of eeny-meeny-miny-mo. “Want to cut it off yourself?”

“If I can?” Natasha asked a little nervously. “I’ve never done that before.”

“Don’t worry,” Mollie smiled reassuringly, “I’ll show you.” She passed the knife and fork to the naked brunette then used the tongs to lift Lydia’s breast a little. “Stick the fork in from underneath,” she instructed, “not too near the front but not too near the back either. You’ll have to push it in quite hard, more like a stab. Otherwise the skin will just stretched and bounce.” Lydia was about to offer some encouraging words of her own but her attention was distracted by a passing blue-green dragon fly which hovered in front of her for a few seconds before flying on. It didn’t matter. Mollie had this covered. She knew what she was doing. With a forced aggression that did not come naturally to her, Natasha rammed the fork upwards into the under-side of Lydia’s left breast. The watching guests applauded that. At least they seemed easily pleased, Lydia thought was amusement as the sharp prongs pierced her skin. Mollie had been right! Whatever she had been injected with was the good stuff! She could feel the fork, knew what was happening, but it would have been quite a stretch to describe the sensation as uncomfortable, let alone painful!

“Now use to fork to lift it up further,” Mollie continued, removing the tongs that were no longer needed, “and pull it out a little. That’s it! Now, put the knife just on the little crease there, where the breast meets the chest. Right,” she guided her hand, “just there. Now you need to pull it back and forth like you’re sawing while pushing up at the same time. Think you can manage that?” she asked with a cheeky wink.

“I’ll give it my best shot!” Natasha giggled, thinking about how her own breasts would soon be carved off once she was fully roasted like Carl and ready to serve. Would she rather be harvested alive, like Lydia, she wondered? She could definitely see the appeal but no, she wanted to be a beautiful whole spit-roast. Golden brown and looking delicious with the ultimate all-over tan! Following instructions, she began to slice upwards with the sawing motion described. The knife was incredibly sharp and the living meat cut far more easily that she had expected.

“Keep pulling it further out as you cut.” Mollie suggested. “It will keep the meat under tension and make it easier.” Lydia looked down, watching with no less fascination than the guests as her perky young breast was cut away from her chest. Only a centimetre or two to go and… Natasha’s eyes widened involuntarily with surprise as she completed her slicing and the whole breast came away, flicking forward a little violently but thankfully staying on the fork. There was louder applause this time, accompanied by whoops and cheers as, directed by Mollie, Natasha carefully set the severed tit down on the grill where it would be Doug’s responsibility to cook it to perfection! “Well done!” Mollie grinned, patting her fellow roaster on the shoulder. “Now, birthday girl,” she turned to Mrs O’Sullivan, “I think you’re up next!”


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“You know I heard a rumour,” the old lady grinned a little impishly as she looked Lydia up and down, missing one breast but still looking like a delicious treat, “in my younger days, that is, that if a girl’s special parts got cut off while she was experiencing an orgasm, it would never end because the nerves would no longer be there to send a message to the brain that it was over! Is that true?”

“I’d say there’s only one way to find out!” Mollie chuckled. “Are you happy to do the honours?”

“Oh, very much so!” Mrs O’Sullivan stepped forward, egged on by her friends and family and slipped her warm, wrinkled but surprisingly soft fingers up inside Lydia, massaging her clit with her thumb as she gently slid them in and out, curled just right to hit that special spot inside.

“Dang!” Mollie chuckled. “You certainly seem to know what you’re doing!”

“Oh, dear child!” the cheeky grandmother grinned. “You don’t get to my age without learning a thing or two along the way! Oh…” She caught herself, realising what the comment could come across as insensitive since neither Mollie or Natasha and certainly not Lydia would be living to see another birthday, let alone celebrate as many as her. “No offence intended!”

“And definitely none taken!” Mollie assured her as Lydia’s breathing intensified. She may not be able to truly register pain any more, or at least not understand it properly in any practical sense, but it was very clear that she could still feel pleasure! “Right!” she grinned, as her young colleague began to squirm against her bindings, clearly seconds away from an explosive climax. “Do you want to make the cut or should I?”

“Oh, you’d better do it, dear.” Mrs O’Sullivan smiled. “I may have my talents but that’s one are where you’re definitely the expert!”

“As you wish!” Mollie giggled. “Okay, on three, then! One, two… Three!” In a single, fluid movement, Mrs O’Sullivan pulled her fingers out of Lydia’s tight, seventeen year old cunt and pinched her hard clit as hard as she could, sending her absolutely over the edge into the most powerful orgasm of her relatively short life. In the same moment, Mollie cut deeply around her plump fillet, cutting out an oval of her lips and public mound then used the short-bladed knife to lever the meat away from her body. Lydia cried out but it was a cry of absolute ecstasy rather than any kind of pain or distress. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body almost violently. Pleasure more intense than she thought possible! “I’d say the rumour is proved true!” Mollie grinned triumphantly as she lay the prestige cut of meat carefully onto the grill. Who’s next?”

Under Mollie’s watchful eye and with her assistance when needed, Lydia’s other breast quickly joined the first on the grill, followed in short order by thick slices of rump and thigh. One lady asked if she might have an eye, explaining that she had tried one on holiday and really enjoyed it. Carefully, using the handle of a tea-spoon, Mollie popped Lydia’s right eye out of its socket and let the guest who had requested it cut the optic nerve herself.

“Miss Mollie! Miss Mollie!” she heard the Poppy and Lydia calling in something close to panic from the pot. Looking over, she realised that Cole had left them unattended and, from where she stood, she could not see Selena at all.

“Are you okay to take over here?” she asked Doug.

“I’ll keep an eye on the grill.” Natasha volunteered. “My tit’s nearly ready but I can eat and turn the meat at the same time.” Passing the tools to Doug, Mollie thanked the young teen and walked briskly over to the stew pot to see what was going on. A couple of meters away, she realised the problem.

“Miss Mollie!” Poppy called out to her, waving both arms wildly like a castaway trying to catch the attention of a passing ship. “Selena’s passed out and she’s getting hair in the stew!” The twelve year old was indeed slumped face-down in the bubbling red stew, arms bobbing gently on the surface and hair spreading out around her head like a wispy black halo.

“Don’t panic!” Mollie spoke soothingly, reaching for a protective glove from the equipment box close to the side of the pot. It was thick and black and went all the way up to her elbow. Not the prettiest or most lady-like of accessories and not exactly on-theme but it would at least protect her hand from the searing heat. Reaching in, with the two younger girls looking on in awe from the far side of the pot, she grabbed hold of Selena’s hair close to the scalp and yanked her head backwards. Her face rose up out of the stew, eyes rolled back and mouth lolling open, the red good running slowly down her face and out the corners of her mouth onto her budding chest which was also lifted out a little way then Mollie carefully rested her head back against the edge of the pot. “She did take quite a beating before she went into the pot.” Mollie observed, reasoning out loud to explain to herself and the pre-teen’s pot-mates why she had been the first to succumb despite being nearly twice the age of the younger two who seemed badly scalded but still quite full of life for the time being. “Don’t get me wrong,” she grinned at them, “she took it like a champ but there’s really only so much a body can take!” She glanced rather pointedly over at Lydia who was now well on the way to being quite literally half the girl she once was.

“What are you going to do?” Tara asked.

“Are you going to cut her head off?” suggested Poppy.

“And put it on the spike?” Tara added excitedly.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do!” Mollie grinned. “Glad to see you two were paying attention!” Some of the guests, noticing the excitement, had wandered over to take a look, passing the time while their Lydia steaks grilled, while others were still waiting in line with varying degrees of patience to select and harvest their cut. “Too bad she got so messy! I wonder if there’s a hose or something we could…”

“I can fetch a watering can?” one of the male guests suggested helpfully. “I saw one round the back by the door to the toilets!”

“Brilliant!” Mollie thanked him. “Just make sure you fill it up fresh from a tap! Hate to think someone might have got caught short! I know some people are into that but…” There were chuckles from the guests and slightly confused looks from the two stewing seven year olds as the man ran off, pleased to be helpful and hoping it might earn him some points with the pretty, stark naked, busty read-head caterer! “While he does that,” she smiled, “I have just the tool for the job in here!” She opened the box again, still wearing the black glove, and took out a large, sharp-bladed machete. “What do you think?” she asked, giving it a few practice swishes then rolling it around her hand like a samurai sword. This tool was definitely more on-theme than the glove!

“Wow!” both girls exclaimed together, their eyes wide. Grinning, Mollie approached Selena’s limp body and lifted her by the hair once more, exposing her cute little titties to the guests for a final time, then with her other hand, swung the machete at her thin neck, cutting through it with three chops. Just as the man returned with the watering can, filled with fresh tap water and thankfully nothing else, Mollie held the severed head aloft and the decapitated body sank below the surface of the stew with a slurping sound and thick, gloopy bubbles. Now that the head was off, Mollie carefully laid the bloody blade on the grass, took the soup-covered head and stuck it firmly only the first spike, earning her some applause from the guests. Thanking the man with a business-flirtatious smile, she took the watering can and used it to shower off the head, rinsing the soup from Selena’s long dark hair and pretty face. With what was left, she cleaned the machete blade and dried it with a cloth from the box. She was about to put it away for the time being, back in the box, when she was surprised by Tara calling out excitedly:

“Do me next!”


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“Don’t worry!” Mollie chuckled. “There’s a spike with your name on it! Just as soon as you pass out! I’ll make sure someone is keeping a closer eye from now on!”

“No, I mean now!” Tara exclaimed with what was not quite a pout but well on its way to being one. “I want you to cut my head off!”

“Oh!” Mollie closed the box and stood up again, machete still in her hand. “I see! Are you sure? You could have a bit more time enjoying the stew.”

“It’s starting to get kinda boring.” Tara confided quietly, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings. Close beside her, Poppy nodded her agreement. “It’s like a long bath but there’s no toys to play with.” Mollie couldn’t help smiling at this idea and wondering if there was a cap in the market for edible boats or rubber duckies, maybe made from the that same stuff they used to make biodegradable cutlery and plates that were also technically edible. Some kind of bean husk if she remembered correctly? “And I think it would be really fun to get my head cut off!”

“Yes!” Poppy declared, moving back a little so she could point dramatically, thick red soup dripping from her outstretched arm as she shouted. “Off with your head! Off with you head!” Both girls burst into peels of giggles.

“Well, if that’s what you really want!” Mollie chuckled. The sweet little blonde nodded enthusiastically. “Here!” She took off Tara’s pith helmet and handed it to the man who had fetched the watering can. “Make yourself useful again and hold this, would you? Thanks!” She winked at him and blew a little air-kiss in his direction as he took it, making him blush. “You’re a star! Right!” She turned and addressed the guests who had gathered around to watch. “Selena’s heart had already stopped by the time we got to her but this little piglet’s likely to go off like Old Faithful when I take her head off so I’d give us a bit of distance if I were you!” She was pleased to see that Mrs O’Sullivan and her two daughters, the girls’ mums, had joined the small audience to watch the beheading and they all obediently shuffled backwards out of the splash-zone. “Ready?” she asked. Tara nodded, her pretty green eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m going to start from the back,” Mollie explained, “so if your head doesn’t come off with the first chop, it will at least kill you, okay?” The sweet blonde nodded again. “I know you’ll want to watch,” she smiled kindly at Poppy, “but the blood will really sting if it gets in your eyes so just be careful, okay?”

“I will!” Poppy agreed. “Promise!”

“Good!” Mollie smiled, twisting her now-ungloved fingers into Tara’s hair and lifting her light, skinny little body out of the soup to just below her belly-button. “Here we go!” The audience fell silent and many of them were either filming or taking photographs as Mollie pulled her machete back then swung it hard at the back of the little girl’s neck. Tara shuddered and her eyes went blank as her spinal chord was severed. Blood began to spray under high pressure from the wound and Mollie had to turn her head slightly as she yanked the blade out from where it had embedded itself in the little girl’s neck then took another swing. This second chop was enough to sever the head entirely and blood sprayed upwards like an ornamental fountain then forward towards Poppy for a few seconds before the body sank below the surface just as Selena’s had done.

“I warned you this one was going to be messier!” Mollie laughed as she rammed Tara’s head onto the spike next to Selena’s, took her hat back from the man and placed it playfully back on her head. Fresh, crimson blood was covering her chest and splattered over one side of her face while poor little Poppy, who was still giggling and joining in the applause for the beheading, had taken the brunt of the spray straight to her face! “I think we’re going to be needing a top-up!” Mollie grinned, picking up the empty watering can and passing it to the man who obediently ran off to get it refilled.

Just at that moment, Cole returned, looking distinctly sheepish.

“Sorry!” he exclaimed, seeing the gathered crowd, the heads on spikes and the sticky red splatter on the grass. “I just went for a quick…”

“We don’t need to know what you were doing!” Mollie rolled her eyes. “You abandoned your post! Luckily Mollie and Tara were on the ball or the stew could have been ruined!”

“I didn’t think it would…” Cole gulped. “I was only gone for a couple of minutes!”

“And those couple of minutes could have made all the difference!” Mollie brandished the bloody machete at him which, coupled with the rapidly-congealing blood clinging to her face, torso and arm, made for a rather alarming and intimidating image! “Count yourself lucky the girls called me otherwise I might be making you pick out Selena’s hair by hand!”

“I’m sorry!” Cole exclaimed. “It won’t happen again!”

“You’re damn right it won’t!” Mollie glowered, stepping forward and levelling the end of the machete at his stomach as if planning to run him through with it, or at least give him a nasty poke! There’s one more spike and it’s got your name on it! I’m invoking clause seven seven two of your contract! On your knees!”

“But I didn’t…” Cole stammered. “I was only… Please?” Seeing the fearsome look on Mollie’s face, the young man did drop to his knees but held his hands up in supplication. “At least let me call my mum and tell her…”

“Tell her that you’re a neglectful employee who let everyone down and nearly made this lovely girl stew go to waste?” She tutted angrily. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she knows! Now, put your hands behind your back or am I going to have to tie them?”

“No…” Cole sighed, defeated. “I’ll cooperate. But please, if I could just…”

“I didn’t say you could talk!” Mollie told him sharply. “Now lean forward. Head down and let’s get this over with.” Cole silently did as he was told and Mollie stood over him. He winced as he saw her shadow on the glass raising the blade high then closed his eyes and waited for the blow. Instead, the assembled guests and Mollie herself erupted into peels of laughter and Mollie gave him a playful kick on the backside which made him fall forward. He got up shakily, looking confused.

“Honestly!” Mollie laughed playfully. “It’s way too easy with you boys sometimes! Everything’s fine!” she grinned. “Don’t worry! The girls called me and there’s plenty of us around anyway. I must say,” she teased, moving the raffia of his grass-skirt aside with the tip of her blade and inspecting the front of his black trunks underneath, “it’s a good job you’ve just been to the toilet or I really think you would have peed your pants just now!”

“It was close!” Cole admitted, trying to cool his emotions and join in the joke with good humour. Mollie ruffled his hair and tapped the end of his nose.

“As if I’m going to contaminate this lovely girl stew with… you!” she teased, pulling a face of mock disgust. “Who knows where you’ve been!” Poppy giggled from within the pot. “Now, go swap with Natasha, would you? I expect she’d like to get a picture with the heads.”

“Ooh lovely idea!” Mrs O’Sullivan beamed as Cole went over to the grill area on slightly unsteady legs. “All my pretty, delicious granddaughters together!”

While Mollie had been teasing Cole, the other man had returned with the watering can which Mollie used to clean herself up a little then poured some over Poppy, hat and all, feeling grateful that the cheap costume accessory was easily washable and not likely to stain, then she lifted the hat off and rinsed off the little brunette’s cute, round face.

“So what about you, Missy?” she asked with a smile. “Ready for the chop? Or do you want to wait until you check out naturally like Selena?”

“Chop for me!” Poppy grinned cheerfully with her infectious, gap-toothed smile. “Off with my head!”

“As you wish!” laughed Mollie, passing the hat to Natasha who had come over on Cole’s instruction. “Ready?” She grabbed hold of Poppy’s hair and lifted the giggling seven year old up just as she had done with her cousin then took a hard swing with the machete. Maybe Poppy’s neck was thinner than Tara’s had been, perhaps there was more force behind her blow this time thanks to the adrenaline or maybe Mollie was just getting the hang of beheading but this time, one blow was all it took and Poppy’s neck stump sent a fountain of crimson blood high into the air before sinking straight down and in no time at all, Poppy’s head was on the third spike, still grinning broadly and complete with explorer hat! “Ooh, wait!” Mollie cried, dropping the machete as Natasha got ready to pose beside the row of pretty, severed heads. “Selena needs her crown!” She retrieved the wreath of artificial flowers that the pre-teen had taken off just before climbing into the pot and placed it carefully back on her head. “There we go!” She stood back to admire her handiwork. “Much better!”


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Epic tale, thus far.

Such a natural flow, immersing me with our heroines culinary activities.

Horny little yummy. My favorite kind of meal.

“Want me to put my costume back on?” Natasha asked sweetly. “I think I could now.”

“Oh no, don’t worry!” her grandmother grinned. “I think you’ve got your prettiest outfit on right now and I’m sure that’s how you’d like to be remembered?” Grinning, the teen struck a pose at the end of the row of heads then worked her way down, posing playfully between them, kissing them on the cheek or pressing her cheek up against theirs until she reached the other end and recreated a mirror of her original pose. “Beautiful!” Mrs O’Sullivan beamed. “Now, if you don’t mind, dear?” She turned to Mollie. “I’d love a couple with you in! It’s your hard work that’s made this party so wonderful and given my little granddaughters their dream send-off!”

“Of course.” Mollie smiled kindly, posing first at the other end of the row so that she and Natasha provided living bookends to the severed heads then with her arm around Natasha as they stood together behind the heads, positioning their bodies carefully so that no interesting parts would be obscured then finally with the two of them kneeling in front. By the time they were done, Doug was signalling from over by the grill that their meat was ready. Mollie felt her stomach rumble and realised that she had not eaten since breakfast either and decided to follow them over to see if there was enough of Lydia left to claim a snack for herself. She knew she would be welcome to partake in the roast and the stew, of course, but they were still a little way off being ready.

Arriving over by the grill where Doug was starting to dish out the cooked meat onto paper plates and directing people to the buffet table where burger buns, salads, side-dishes, bowls of crisps and assorted condiments were available, Mollie sent Cole back over to the pot to get the lit put on which would cause the stew to boil more intensely and the meat to separate from the bones, suggesting that he ask the man who had been so eager to please her for assistance. As he ran off to do as he was told, she thought that she should probably buy him a drink or something later to make up for the joke which, she was the first to admit, she had probably taken a bit too far. She had only meant to tell him off, not expecting to be able to keep a straight face long enough even for that, but he had taken her so seriously, the temptation to keep going and to keep pushing the joke further and further had been too much!

As for Lydia, she still appeared somehow to be breathing but was in a distinctly sorry state. Starting with her face, both eyes were missing and, from the gurgling sounds she was emitting and the rivulets of blood running down from either corner of her mouth, her tongue had been cut out too. As well as this, someone also seemed to have harvested the meat from one of her cheeks. Her belly was open with about half the meat taken, now sizzling in thick strips on the grill, with part of her large intestine hanging out clumsily like an untucked shirt. Both biceps were completely stripped of meat, as here both thighs and the calf of her left leg was gone. She had no buttocks left to speak of and a strip or two had also been taken from her back. The fun was pretty much over now, Mollie understood, and soon it would be time to put her out of her misery, harvest what usable meat they could from the carcass and drop the rest of her remains into the stew but first she wanted to choose a piece for herself.

“Hang in there, girlfriend!” she smiled at what remained of her younger colleague, hoping that the warmth of the expression would carry over to her voice as she stroked her undamaged cheek. “Your meat smells great and everyone seems to be having a great time tucking in!” She had no idea if Lydia could still understand her or not and there was definitely no was she could reply but it felt rude not to try, to just treat her like a Serrano ham waiting to be carved. “Gotta get a taste of you myself!” she observed, stepping back and taking a look. “Wow, the guests really seem to have gone to town on you!” she chuckled with admiration. “You’re definitely a hit!” Lydia moved her head a little, made a noise and did seem to smile, or made a valiant attempt at one at least, suggesting that she did hear what Mollie was saying and found her observations pleasing. “Think it will have to be a nice piece of back-bacon,” Mollie continued, picking up one of the smaller knives and cutting a piece. “Oh and some nice leg meat!” She sliced a strip from the leg which still had most left. Lydia barely reacted to this at all. “Just let me get these on the grill,” Mollie told her conversationally, “then we’ll get you finished off, okay?” Another gurgle and rather sleepy-looking nod served as the most confirmation that Mollie could reasonably expect then she laid her selections on the grill, pulled out one of the company tarps which were generally used at the end of spit-roasts and spread it out on the grass behind Lydia’s frame.

After calling Cole back over and making a point of being friendly towards him, Mollie hugged Lydia from behind, reflecting that being naked for jobs such as this was actually far more practical than having to put on overalls or aprons over a uniform, and supported her as Cole undid the straps holding her wrists and ankles. Once the seventeen year old’s limp form was free of the restraints, Mollie gently walked her backwards and lowered her onto the tarp.

“I’m going to take your hair off first.” she smiled. “It’s pretty, can probably be donated.” Lydia gave a soft gurgle of affirmation from the back of her throat. Kneeling beside her, Mollie took a small knife and carefully cut all the way around her hair-line before gently peeling back the flesh of her scalp, removing her hair like a wig. “There we go!” she smiled down at her now bald friend, her skull exposed and pink from the bloody residue that clung to it. “Now it’s time to say goodnight.” She leaned forward and gave Lydia a gentle, tender kiss on the forehead before taking one of the larger butcher knives and positioning it carefully. “Thanks for being such a good assistant and for being so delicious!” she smiled down at her kindly. “Sweet dreams!” There was no need to hack at her neck as Mollie had done with the girls in the pot, just a swift but firm slice from one side of her throat all the way around to the other. Lydia’s chemically-thickened blood oozed into a gory pool under her neck, shoulders and head but did not spurt. Mollie kept cutting until she was all the way down to bone. There was no need to remove her head this time, just to ensure that she was finally and completely dead.

With Lydia now an actual carcass rather than just resembling one, Mollie quickly set to work stripping whatever usable meat she could find and piling it on a large tray that Cole provided. In the process, she ended up breaking off both arms and one of the legs but that didn’t matter. Once she had harvested all the meat and the organs that people might enjoy grilled, she bundled up the remains in the tarp and carried them over to the pot where she had Cole lift the edge of the lid so that she could pour them in. The aroma that greeted her as the lid was raised was absolutely delectable and she knew that in less than an hour, the stew would be ready to serve. Once the lid was off, the heat could be turned down to keep it simmering so that people could go back for more long into the evening, the flavours just becoming richer as the goodness was drawn from the bones. When everyone had eaten their fill, the remaining stew could be decanted into containers for Mrs O’Sullivan and any of her friends who wanted to take home then the bones would be tipped out and both they and the inside of the pot could be cleaned out with a high-pressure hose. They would take the bones back with them to headquarters for recycling but the large set-pieces and cooking equipment would not be collected until the next day. That, thought Mollie, was somebody else’s problem.

Most people by that time had finished their first helping of Lydia meat and many were excitedly waiting for a second while others were being a little more cautious, wanting to make sure they left room not only for the stew but for a good portion of roast Carl. The impaled young man had stopped twitching on his spit some time ago and was clearly, like all the other volunteers, now nothing but meat. Another twenty minutes, Mollie observed, checking on his meat with a small thermometer probe and pushing a roasting fork into his buttock to see the colour of the juices that trickled out, and he should be ready to serve!


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(I seem to be on a bit of a roll today but this really is it for tonight!)

“What do you want us to do with the heads?” Mollie asked Mrs O’Sullivan during a lull in proceedings and they stood chatting about how the day was going, the plans for Mollie’s own roasting the following weekend and life in general, both hungrily enjoying their grilled Lydia in a bun. “After the party, I mean?”

“Did I hear you say something about donating hair?” the kindly older lady asked, wiping a crumb from the corner of her mouth and brushing more from the front of her blouse, happy to have caught the drips of meat grease and smokey barbecue sauce on her plate. “What’s that all about?”

“There’s a charity we’ve partnered with.” Mollie explained with a smile. “So many of the girls we cook have really pretty hair. Sometimes the families or people who have bought them want to keep it and that’s fine but if it’s just going to go to waste, we donate it to this charity that makes wigs for sick people, kids mostly,” she smiled, “you know, the ones who have lost their hair from cancer treatment or for any reason really, to help their confidence and self-esteem.”

“What a lovely idea!” Mrs O’Sullivan exclaimed. “Oh do please do that with those three.” She looked over at her granddaughter’s severed heads, all smiling blissfully on their spikes. “I was thinking I might take the skulls home, lets the birds and ants and anyone else who wants to have a nibble eat away the flesh then I can make a feature of them on my rockery.”

“That sounds great!” Mollie grinned. “I’m sure they’d be happy about that!”

“The young lady you provided really is delicious!” Mollie’s sweet client congratulated her. “Do pass on my compliments to her family if you see them!”

“I certainly will!” Mollie assured her. “She’d be so happy you were enjoying her. But I hope you’re leaving room for Carl? He’s the centre-piece after all!”

“Oh I most certainly am!” Mrs O’Sullivan grinned. “You know,” she leaned in conspiratorially. “I’ve always enjoyed a nice, big, thick willy! My aunt and uncle roasted my cousin when I was a little girl, I guess he would have been around the same age as Carl is now?” She mused for a second. “He looked like a man to me back then but then I was only six so anyone older than about twelve seemed like a grown-up. I’ve seen some pictures of him since, including some taken that day, and he might not even have been as old as Carl. Maybe fifteen or sixteen I suppose? Hard to say. Anyway,” she grinned, “since I was the youngest girl, they said I should get his willy. I remember they served it to me in a hotdog bun with fried onions and mustard. Mmm!” She smacked her lips. “It was so delicious, I feel like I can still taste it now, all these years later!”

“Well I hope we can recreate that experience for you!” Mollie grinned. “Would you like his oysters too?”

“Oh no, dear,” Mrs O’Sullivan smiled warmly. “Give one of those to Natasha and you have the other as a thank you from me!”

“Oh wow, if you’re sure?” Mollie grinned. “That would be awesome!” By the next time she went to check on him, Carl was fully roasted and ready to serve. Although his hat had been taken off for the roasting, he had, rather impressively, managed to keep the monocle in his eye and, as the metal rim had warmed up, it had fused with his skin, holding it permanently in place. Carefully, under Mollie’s supervision, Carl and Doug lifted the roasted young man off the coals and placed him on the carving mount. Since they would need to roll him around to carve the different parts of his body people requested, it was not possible to put his had back on him but instead Mollie hung it on one of the supports. Now that there was no more Lydia meat to cook, Doug removed the grill and stood it carefully against the metal frame then doused the coals with sand, a farm cleaner and more effective way of putting them out than water which created an awful lot of smoke. This task complete, he and Cole went to take the lid off the stew pot, ready to ladle it into bowls for the hungry guests, while Mollie took up the carving knife and fork set with the bone handles, the ones she had picked out to keep with the theme, and invited Mrs O’Sullivan forward to receive the first cut of roast Carl.


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The carving of Carl’s deliciously-roasted carcass was, of course, a big event and all the guests with the exception of a few of the children gathered to watch, many of them filming or taking photographs. With a grin on her face which told Mollie exactly what kind of little girl she must have been, Mrs O’Sullivan stood at the front of the queue before the carving station, holding a paper plate with a jump hotdog bun which Mollie had brought along especially for this purpose sitting open on it, waiting to be filled with her very special birthday treat.

Using the fork to unhook the end of the skewer from his belly-button and hold it upright, Mollie stretched Carl’s golden-brown manhood as far as she could and used the knife to cut along the base, stopping when it struck the metal of the skewer and using this as a guide to work her way around. It pulled free with a satisfying, slightly damp tearing sound and she set the severed organ down on his belly, using the toned abs as a temporary serving tray, then used the knife to slice down the full length from tip to root so that she could pull the finely-barbed skewer free.

With the steel rod that had held it taught removed, Mollie carefully lifted Carl’s penis, gently steaming from the slice down the middle, and transferred it into Mrs O’Sullivan’s hotdog bun.

“Would you like anything else?” Mollie smiled. “There should be plenty to go around!”

“Oh this will do me for now!” the elderly birthday girl assured her with a light chuckle. “He was quite blessed, wasn’t he?”

“I’d say so!” Mollie laughed. “I guess good for us that he wanted to share his good fortune!”

“Oh yes!” Mrs O’Sullivan agreed with a cheeky grin. “Especially good for me at least!” Raising the special hotdog to her mouth, she opened wide and took an enthusiastic bite. “Mmm!” she declared with obvious satisfaction after chewing and swallowing. “Best willy ever! And I should know,” she chuckled, “I’ve enjoyed a fair few in my time! I might come back for some more in a little bit,” she smiled, “but don’t hold anything back for me. Let everyone have whatever they want! I’ve got that delicious granddaughter stew to look forward to too after all!” And with that, she wandered off happily to enjoy her birthday treat.

Next in line, at her grandmother’s instruction, was Natasha who received one of Carl’s plump, creamy oysters but also a couple of thick slices of rump and a slice of pectoral muscle or, as Natasha called it with a giggle, boy-boob! Mollie cut out the other testicle for herself as popped it into her mouth, sucking on it a little and rolling it around her tongue for enjoy the flavour for a moment or two before biting down hard and feeling it burst deliciously between her teeth. She caught a little trickle of juice running out the corner of her mouth as she chewed the tender delicacy then swallowed it down with satisfaction and continued to carve the roast for the eager guests who all stood in line clutching their paper plates and burger buns.

The rest of the party was a wonderful success! By the time everyone had eaten their fill and his carcass was ready to be stripped, there was even less of Carl than there had been of Lydia! The stew went down incredibly well too, with many people complimenting the rich flavour and some even asking for the recipe, hoping to recreate it with themselves or another family member for their own parties. Unsurprisingly, Mrs O’Sullivan had arranged for everyone to bring Tupperware and insisted that every family take home some of the leftover stew and roast Carl which, she suggested, would be great for salads or in sandwiches! Mollie, Doug and Cole were also all gifted with a flask of stew each with Mrs O’Sullivan insisting that nothing should go to waste. As she had requested, the three spiked heads were scalped so that their hair could be donated and what was left packed into a spare plastic tub for Mrs O’Sullivan to take home and put in the garden.

Like Mollie, Natasha had stayed naked for the entire remainder of the party, observing that there was no point in covering up once “everyone has already seen everything” as she put it, and reminding herself that she was a meat-girl after all and there would be no opportunity for any kind of modesty at her school fair. As the boys loaded the van, the two naked soon-to-be spit-roasters sat together and chatted, working out that they would very likely be cooking at exactly the same time in exactly one week. For reasons neither of them could really explain, they both found this pleasing. Comforting even. Promising, with tongues firmly in cheek, to keep in touch for the rest of their lives, the pair hugged and exchanged a light but lingering kiss on the lips then Mollie went to join her co-workers by the van. For the ride back to head-quarters, she pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms and a T-shirt which she had stashed in the back of the van in a carrier bag, amused to actually be the most fully-dressed member of the team for a change!


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After a well-deserved lay-in on Sunday morning, Mollie put on a nice but not overly-formal dress and went to meet her parents for lunch at a nice family restaurant, one that they often went to for birthdays, anniversaries and other such occasions. Although it was the last time they would ever see each other, it was not a sad occasion, just a loving send-off that they all enjoyed. As usual, her parents were very keen to hear about the recent parties she had catered and wanted to know all about the party she had agreed to roast at as well as the people the party was for, information that Mollie was happy to share. Throughout the meal, Mollie could not help picking up on the slightly furtive looks her mother and father gave each other and, when her mum just ordered sparkling water with a dash of lime to drink rather than sharing the bottle of wine with her and her dad, she started to suspect that they might have some important news of their own to share but it was not until they were all half-way through their desserts that they raised the subject and her suspicions were confirmed.

“So,” her mum smiled a little nervously, setting down her spoon for a moment and taking a sip of her drink, “your Dad and I have something we want to tell you too.” Her husband reached across and took her hand, rubbing it lovingly with his thumb. Her other hand went to her belly. “We hope you’ll think this is good news,” she smiled, “we certainly do! We’re expecting again!”

“Oh wow!” Mollie exclaimed, feigning surprise and resisting the urge to blurt out “I knew it!” “That’s awesome news! When did you find out?”

“Just earlier this week.” her dad smiled. “I know it’s technically a bit early to be telling people but, well…” He smiled again in a slightly apologetic tone.

“My lips are sealed!” Mollie giggled, miming pulling a zip across her mouth to seal it shut. “But seriously, that’s awesome news! So happy for you guys!”

“There’s one more thing.” Her mum exchanged furtive glances with her dad. “We know you’re not going to be around to be bothered either way really but, well, it wouldn’t feel right if we didn’t ask you and we’d really like to get your blessing on this.” Mollie cocked her head curiously, wondering what the favour they wanted to ask could possibly be. “As I know I’ve told you before,” her mum continued, “I’ve always, ever since I was a little girl, planned on calling my first daughter Mollie.”

“After your Nana’s cat!” Mollie laughed. “Yeah, I remember!”

“Well,” her mum smiled nervously, “if this one turns out to be a girl too, we were wondering if, you know, since you won’t be needing it any more…”

“You want to know if you can call her Mollie too?” Mollie asked, not feeling at all aggrieved by the idea but rather a sense of warmth and happiness that her parents were getting this opportunity for a do-over of sorts! “Of course!” she beamed. “You have my total blessing! You okay in there, MJ?” She leaned across the table to address her mum’s pregnant belly. “Just make sure you’re a red-head, okay?”

“MJ?” her dad asked with amused curiosity.

“Mollie Junior!” his adult daughter grinned back.

Monday, Mollie’s day off, was spent cleaning up her flat and packing up as much as she could to make things easier for her parents, remembering to keep out the clothes and other bits and pieces she would need for the week. She had already informed the letting agent that she would no longer be needing the property after the end of the month and had given her parents a spare set of keys so that they could come in and empty it out for her. Technically, she knew, she could have just left everything for them to sort but that didn’t seem fair, especially now that she knew her mum was expecting. Once she had done as much packing and sorting as she cared to do, she went to drop some boxes off at a charity shop, then a movie followed by a walk in the park, along the bank of the river. Taking out her phone to order a pizza once she got home, Mollie saw a message from Nora, her boss, asking if she could possibly stay late on Tuesday for a hand-over meeting, promising that food would be provided and that the over-time would be added to her final pay, With no other plans for the next day and grateful for how supportive Nora, and the company in general had been, she happily replied that it would be no problem.


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The next morning at work, Mollie could not help but feel that people were looking at her a bit different from normal. Was it because they knew this was the last week of her life? Surely, with death being such an integral part of the work they did every day, this should not be giving them any significant pause? Was it because they had seen pictures of her naked or, in some cases, in person at the party or one of the other recent occasions and couldn’t help picturing her that way when they looked at her? She didn’t think that was very likely with most of her co-workers. After all, the only thing more common than death in their business was nudity and, nice as she knew her own body undoubtedly was, there was nothing particularly special or unique about it. Putting it down to her own mix of excitement and nerves about her big day, she shrugged it off and got on with her work.

Among her emails were enquiries from a mother who wanted to book a pirate-themed party for her son’s ninth birthday with a spit-roast girl to serve around twenty children plus between five and ten parents and one from the secretary of a choir for retired people asking her company to cater their Summer social and suggesting a hearty girl soup rather than anything too solid as many of their members were quite elderly and struggled with chewing, as well as having various degrees of appetite. Feeling pleased to have found a suitable assignment for the sweet teen, Mollie sent them Scarlett’s profile for approval along with the quote for the event as requested. The pirate party would doubtless be a lot more fun but require more organisation and, although she would not be around to host it personally, Mollie thought it would be a fun little project to occupy her last few days, after which she could pass it off to someone else. She replied asking for more information about the level of theming required, whether they had any preferences about the girl being roasted and whether they were hoping for the staff and the meat to also be in character, then she started browsing through the files of currently unassigned volunteers, filtered by sex and meat yield, looking for suitable candidates.

After narrowing it down to three candidates or four candidates, depending on what preferences the potential customer expressed when she replied, Mollie put her computer to sleep and went to collect her first clients of the day for their planning meeting and inspection. Walking into the reception area, it was easy to tell who they were.

“Mrs Ramierez, Sophia and Isabella?” she read from her list. A very beautiful, big-chested, olive-skinned woman in a smart green suit who was sat between two equally beautiful girls stood up and smiled. One girl looked about fourteen years old and the other perhaps ten or eleven. All three had the same grey-green eyes, olive skin and long, thick, straight hair so dark a shade of brown that it was almost black. Mollie could not help being struck by their beauty – it was like meeting a family of models or movie-stars and the thought that she was about to see them naked actually made her heart beat a little faster. Her lips felt dry and her tongue heavy and awkward but she did her best to remain professional as she greeted them, shaking the mother’s well-manicured hand and smiling at each of the girls.


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>>30384

You’re killing me Edward. I can’t get any work done around the house reading your story. Fantastic worlds your weave. I kept asking myself can these chapters get any better? Yes. Every chapter! I’m not even through with the story yet. What an awesome tale. Bravo!

>>31402
Hehe very glad it's hitting the spot for you 😁

“Follow me, please.” she invited, collecting their papers from the receptionist and leading them through into the corridor which led to the inspection room and kitchen. “We’re booked into Inspection Room Two.” Mollie explained, surprised by how flustered she was feeling. There was just something about these three Mediterranean beauties that was making her feel like an awkward school girl again! She opened the unlocked door, ushered them through then followed them inside. The older girl was dressed in tight black jeans and a short white puffer jacket over a white crop top which clung like paint to the contours of her adolescent chest and showed off her taught stomach and her younger sister was wearing shorts the same shade of olive green as her mum’s suit which managed to be loose yet show off her rump to great effect at the same time, and a white sleeveless shirt which was tied up in the middle, resulting in a plunging neck-line and a bare stomach like her sisters. The clothes all three were wearing looked very expensive and Mollie was reasonably sure that any one of their outfits would likely have cost as much as her entire wardrobe. Still, like most of the genuinely wealthy people she had met, they had no airs about them and all seemed relaxed, warm and friendly.

“Do you want us to undress?” Mrs Ramierez asked in a practical tone which never the less made Mollie’s cheeks feel hot and she hoped that she was not visibly blushing.

“No need for that just yet.” she smiled back, pulling some chairs away from the wall and arranging three of them in a little semi-circle facing the console desk where she would be sitting. “We’ll just have a little chat first, then I’ll take a look at your meat. Please,” she gestured towards the chairs, “make yourselves comfortable.” They did as invited and Mollie sat down, one leg crossed over the other, and brought up their file on the computer, comparing the information to the handwritten forms. “So, we’ve got the three of you down to cook for a private party, is that right?” All three nodded happily. “What’s the occasion?” Mollie asked with a friendly smile. “Must be something pretty special!”

“My little sister’s engagement party.” Mrs Ramierez grinned. “We’re so excited for her!”

“I see!” Mollie grinned. “Although, I hope I’m not speaking out of turn here, but didn’t she want to have you for the wedding? Your girls would make lovely bridesmaids and with you as a centrepiece…?”

“It’s a fairly small wedding,” the beautiful woman who, according to the file Mollie had open in front of her, was thirty four years old but could easily have passed for mid-twenties, “on a beach on a sweet little Pacific island. Just them, her parents, his parents and a couple of close friends. I think they’re planning to barbecue a local girl afterwards. The engagement party is the big affair for all friends and family so they need plenty of food!” She said this with a proud grin which helped Mollie relax a little. As beautiful as she was, there was nothing intimidating about her personality and she seemed very likeable.

“I see,” she nodded, “that makes sense.” Her eyes darted to the listed marital status, to make sure she was not about to put her foot in it and confirming that it did indeed list her as married rather than divorced or widowed. “Did your husband take much convincing to let you be on the menu?”

“I’d say not!” she laughed with an infectious giggle. “Who do you think my little sister is marrying?”

“I see!” Mollie blushed a little again, curious to know more about this apparently very open-minded family dynamic but deciding it was probably best not to ask too many questions. It seemed clear that none of them seemed at all upset about the situation so she didn’t think it would be appropriate to pry any further. “And do you have any preferences about cooking style?”

“Spit for me!” the younger daughter, Isabella, grinned impishly.

“Ditto!” smiled Sophia, her own cheeks turning a little pink as she looked down at the floor and tucked a strand of hair over her ear. Mollie knew that look well. At her age, the young teen was very well aware of why spitting was such a popular cooking method for girls and was clearly excited about more than just the prospect of being food!

“Yes, spit for both the girls.” Mrs Ramierez confirmed while Mollie nodded approvingly. Even fully clothed, it was clear that both sisters would make wonderful spit-roasts. “For me…” Now it was the mother’s turn to look slightly abashed. “Whenever I’ve imagined myself cooking, right from when I was little, I always saw myself a turkey in the oven. Do you think that would work? I know it’s normally more for little ones but…”

“Of course!” Mollie assured her. “Grown women can make lovely roast turkeys too! A girl only gets to cook once after all!” She winked. “Might as well make it the roasting of your dreams! So,” she scrolled down on the open file on the computer to the notes section, “there’s two options for you really. I see you’ve booked the venue already but there’s no on-site cooking equipment, none of a suitable size anyway.”

“No, sorry.” Mrs Ramierez apologised.

“Oh no need!” Mollie smiled warmly. “I’m just making sure all the information we have is accurate. It’s no issue for us to provide all the equipment. The roasting pits can be easily set up on site for the girls. Hey, speaking of which,” she turned to them with a grin, “we can either do you side by side or we have a pretty cool new one where you kinda turn around each other and rub against each other while you cook. It always looks like the girls who ride it have a lot of fun!”

“Oh that sounds awesome!” Isabella gushed. “Can we Mummy, please?”

“Yeah that sounds great!” Sophia agreed. “Please, Mum?”

“Of course!” their mother smiled indulgently. “Like Mollie here said, a girl only gets to cook once!”

“Will you be the one cooking us?” asked Sophia, the deepening blush of her cheeks suggesting she did not think this a horrible idea.

“No, sorry.” Mollie smiled apologetically. “I’ll be riding the spit myself this Saturday! But don’t worry,” she assured them, “I’ll make sure I leave you in very capable hands!”

“I don’t doubt it!” Mrs Ramierez grinned as the girls looked at the busty red-head with star-struck awe. “But you mentioned a couple of different options for me?”

“Oh yes, of course!” Mollie returned her thoughts to the business at hand. “Well, we do have portable ovens we can take on site and prepare you there, or we can prepare and roast you here then take you to the party in one of our keep-warm trolleys and deliver you ready to serve.”

“Oh!” Mrs Ramierez looked genuinely at a loss. “I mean, I would like to be able to greet the guests and say my goodbyes, show off the menu a little,” she giggled, “but on the other hand, it would be much nicer to be prepared in your big kitchen here with all the resources to hand and the proper ovens. Hm,” she cupped her chin and tapped her lips with her index finger, “it’s a tricky one! Do I have to decide now?”

“No,” Mollie smiled, “but we will need to know before the day so we can make proper arrangements and work out the timings, that sort of thing.”

“Of course.” the beautiful woman nodded.

“We could maybe record a video message from you for the guests if we prepare you here?” Mollie suggested. “Maybe put together a little highlight reel of your prep and cooking as well to get people in the mood and play it just before we serve you?”

“Ooh that could work!” Mrs Ramierez grinned.

“Well, have a think.” Mollie smiled again. “You’ve got plenty of time yet! Right, the time has come!” She clapped her hands together and grinned. “Let’s take a look at what ingredients we’re working with! Pop your clothes off for me,” she smiled, “you can leave them on the chairs, then I’ll take a good look at you.”

Being quite used to seeing potential meat naked but knowing very well that watching someone undress could often be far more exciting and arousing than actually seeing the result, Mollie busied herself on the computer, trying to give her notes her full attention but unable to keep from peeking out the corner of her eye as the trio stripped off.

As they were already sat down, all three started by taking their shoes off. The girls were both wearing slipper-socks under their designer trainers which came off straight away after but their mother was wearing tights so did not take these off just yet. Standing up, Sophia took off her jacket and hung it carefully on the back of the chair then pulled off her top, revealing her plain but silky-looking black bra underneath. Isabella had untied the front of her shirt and was fiddling with the few buttons that were actually done up while Mrs Ramierez hung her own jacket on the back of her chair and started to unbutton her blouse. Isabella was the only one of the three not wearing a bra and Mollie couldn’t help admiring her cute little buds as she carefully folded her shirt and hung on it over her chair. They reminded her of Selena’s. Sophia was pulling down her tight jeans now and their mum unzipping her skirt. Like her daughter, she wore matching black underwear that was clearly a set. When Isabella pulled down her shorts, Mollie noticed that her panties were lime green, a colour that she would more have expected on a swimsuit rather than underwear.

With the least to take off, Isabella was the first one to be naked and she stood with her hands clasped behind her back, clearly very comfortable in her own skin, as she watched her mother and sister finish undressing. Sophia unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders as Mrs Ramierez was pulling down her tights. The teenager’s firm young breasts bounced a little as they were released but remained and she then slid her panties down her smooth, shapely legs. Their mother’s bra was front-fixing and she undid it then slipped it off and finally pulled down her own knickers and added them to the neat pile on her chair.

“Okay!” Mrs Ramierez called once all three of them were in their birthday suits. Pretending that she had not already been checking them out, Mollie spun her seat around so she could face them, taking a good, proper look at them for the first time.

All three looked absolutely breathtaking, even more so than she had imagined! From the evenness of their skin-tone, it was clear that this was a family who enjoyed being naked outside or at least had a sunbed at home that they all used regularly – no pale swimsuit-areas for them! Looking at them, Mollie felt that she could have been looking at the same person at three different stages in their life. All three had long, shapely legs, with thick thighs and toned calves. While the girls’ bellies were taught and slightly concave, Mrs Ramierez’s had an appealing softness to it and it was easy to imagine it bulging with stuffing. Sophia’s breasts were well-proportioned to her overall size, firm and round with perky nipples which, like her mother’s and sister’s, were a dark tan colour. Isabella’s, as Mollie had previously noted, were small and just starting to come in really but never the less cute and perky and would be a tasty treat for whoever wound up with them on their plate but their mother’s were nothing short of spectacular! The size and shape of honeydew melons, they defied gravity in a way which even Mollie found enviable yet looked completely natural. The young caterer licked her lips involuntarily as she imagined them being pierced with a carving fork and lovingly sliced, the crispy skin cracking as it was cut into and the clear juices running out as the pink, creamy meat within was carved.

Lowering her eyes, Mollie looked at their beautiful fillets, all completely smooth of course, plump and slightly bulging, meaty and delicious-looking with a family resemblance almost as uncanny as their faces. At her request, delivered in as professional a tone as possible, they all three turned around to show Mollie their rumps. Mrs Ramierez’s was the biggest of course, round and juicy, the kind of rump that would make a wonderful meal all on its own if she had decided to go to the butcher instead. The girls’ were tighter and more toned but still round and big for their overall size. All three really did have the kinds of bodies it would seem like a crime not to cook and eat and the sisters were born spit-roasters if ever such a thing existed!

“Well?” Mrs Ramierez grinned. “First impressions?”

“First impressions are excellent!” Mollie chuckled. “I’d say the party guests are in for a real treat! Now, official gradings aren’t necessary from a private party but I understand you want them?”

“Oh yes!” the beautiful, naked woman nodded emphatically. “We want everyone to know for a fact that they’re enjoying premium meat!”

“I don’t think there’d be any doubt about that!” Mollie assured her. “But if you’d like to make it official, then I’m more than happy to inspect and grade you now!” This was, of course, the understatement of the century. “Who’s up first?”


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>>31420
A little tricky getting the AI to get matching skin tones a close to the correct ages and heights for a 4 figure set

>>31451
You got the meat perfect but Mollie's ethnicity seems to have suddenly changed! Hehe

“That should probably be me.” Mrs Ramierez smiled. “So that girls can see what to expect.”

“Okay.” Mollie smiled. “So, Mrs… actually, may I call you Maria?”

“Of course!” the beautiful mature meat-girl smiled warmly. “No point in being overly formal when you’re assessing my meat!” Mollie grinned. “Oh but I do have one favour to ask.” Mollie tilted her head inquisitively and gave her an encouraging smile.”I didn’t see any mention of it in your literature but some places offer a branding for graded meat-girls. Are you able to do that?”

“We certainly are!” Mollie grinned. “You’re serious about letting everyone know what they’re getting, huh?” The woman and her two daughters all giggled as they nodded their agreement. “We use a stamp, it’s basically like a tattoo so it won’t wash off or anything but the ink breaks down at cooking temperature and doesn’t have any impact on the taste of your meat or the edibleness of that patch of skin.”

“Perfect!” Maria Ramierez clapped her hands together in delight. “Can we all have that, please?”

“Of course!” Mollie grinned, already no doubt in her mind from the quick visual inspection alone that, adjusting for the mother’s age, all three would be A+ grade meat! “Anyway,” Mollie smiled, “as I was saying, the first stage is to weigh and measure you, then we’ll take some photographs then I’ll do the more intimate, detailed inspection, okay?”

“Whatever you say!” Maria grinned. “You’re the expert here! We’re just livestock!”

“That’s the spirit!” chuckled Mollie. “Okay, let’s have you up on the scale here.” Once she got into the normal routine of recording the volunteer’s height and weight then having them face in the various different directions required for the photographs, Mollie found it easier to get into a professional frame of mind again. This started to waver, however, when she asked Maria to step off the scales and began to take more detailed measurements with the tape measure, measuring her bust, hips, belly and the circumference of her thighs, calves and biceps. “So how old’s your sister?” she asked, making conversation to distract her own mind from the intimacy of the situation and the thoughts of what was about to happen.

“Rosita?” Maria smiled. “She’s eighteen. Turned eighteen just before our anniversary. You know,” she giggled, her eyes sparkling the way many people’s do when recalling a happy memory, “it’s a funny story, really! I was originally the oldest of five and when Carlos and I got married fifteen years ago, two of my sisters were bridesmaids and roasted for us, they would have been about the ages of my two now, in fact, and my second to youngest sister who was six at the time was our flower girl. Oh she looked so sweet,” she gushed, “walking down the aisle in front of me in nothing but a flower crown, sprinkling rose-petals for me to walk on. She looked so excited and happy as she lay down in that pretty white guillotine with the red roses wrapped around it.” She gave a contented sigh. “Her Cupid’s Heart was perfect, and we had the rest of her roasted like a suckling pig. Such a wonderful day with friends and family all enjoying the wonderful food together! Anyway,” she continued as Mollie put the tape measure away and began to squeeze and prod various parts of her body, starting with arms, thighs and belly and working up to the more interesting parts, “little Rosita, she had just turned three at the time, was jealous of her big sisters and complaining that she didn’t get to be cooked to so Carlos, sweetheart that he is,” she smiled fondly, “explained to her that she couldn’t get cooked because he needed her to be his second wife.”

“Aww sounds cute!” Mollie grinned. “And that was enough to help her past her jealousy?” She knew all too well how disruptive to a party a jealous sibling could be when their brother or sister was getting cooked and they were not. In those scenarios, Mollie usually found them some kind of important task to help with the cooking so they felt seen and integral to the success of the party too.

“It certainly cheered her up!” Maria chuckled at the memory. “Anyway, it became something of a running joke between them and any time the idea of her cooking came up, she would say it was off the table as she’d already promised to be Carlos’ second wife. Anyway, once she turned eighteen, he asked how I would feel about making the it come true. I told him it was a lovely idea! Of course we had to get the girls on board before we made it official, that law being what it is and all.” Mollie knew she was referring to the fact that it was illegal for a mother with minor children to be cooked or otherwise snuffed if it meant they would be left behind, meaning the only way it was possible was to have the children cooked first. In practice, this meant having them start the process first, whether that meant being spitted or even just getting into the stew pot first. “As I think you can see,” she gestured towards her daughters who were giggling as they pretended to inspect each other’s meat just as Mollie would be doing in a few minutes time, “they were very much on board with the idea so he proposed to her at our anniversary party. Oh it was so romantic!” she gushed, clutching her hands together in front of her heart and beaming. “He got down on one knee and everything! She cried! It was so beautiful!”

“Well I hope they’ll have a very happy future together!” Mollie smiled. “Please turn for me so I can inspect your rump?” As normal, she was not saying the individual grades out loud but logging them all in her head to be inputted together, although the result was a foregone conclusion. Much like IQ tests, meat-grading also took age into consideration so, although she may have lost points had she been sixteen or eighteen years old, at thirty four years old, Mrs Maria Ramierez was likely to come away with a damn near perfect score. “Perfect!” Mollie grinned after fondling the firm, round buttocks for perhaps a little longer than strictly necessary. “Turn to face me again.” Maria did as she was told and Mollie inspected her lovely breasts then slipped on one of her blue gloves. “I’m going to slip two of my fingers inside you now,” she explained, “and when I say, I want you to squeeze them as hard as you can.” Of course the beautiful wannabe turkey got full marks for this deliciously meaty cut too and Mollie slid her fingers out and removed her glove then invited her to sit and relax while she entered her score, then it would be one of the girls’ turn.


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Deciding it would be more fun to leave the announcement of the scores until the end, Mollie moved onto Sophia who, at fourteen, was far more typical of the meat she generally inspected. Her shapely young breasts were ridiculously firm, her rump and thighs delectable and her had no problem gripping Mollie’s fingers so hard with her internal muscles that she practically crushed them.

“Maybe you won’t need a stabiliser on the spit after all?” Mollie teased as she drew her fingers out, having tested the thickness of the teen’s meaty fillet with her thumb. “With a grip like that!” Sophia giggled and helped her little sister up onto the scales for her own weighing and photographing. The highlight of the inspection session, as far as the family were concerned at least, came a few minutes later when, maybe from lack of experience or maybe due to the build-up of excitement from watching her mum and sister inspected as meat, knowing that her turn was coming, Isabella experienced a loud and powerful orgasm almost immediately as Mollie slipped her fingers up inside her! “Glad to know I’ve still got it!” Mollie chuckled, slipping her fingers out and pulling off the glove. Isabella blushed but giggled along with the others and it was very clear that this would be the story that got shared with family and friends when they asked how the inspection had gone!

“Okay!” Mollie grinned once all the forms had been filled in and the calculations done. “I’ll email these to you, of course,” she smiled, “and print copies for you to take with you if you’d like but who wants to know their grade?”

“I do! I do!” Isabella’s hand shop up and she rocked on her heels excitedly while the other two grinned and nodded, all three sets of green-grey eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Well,” Mollie gave a deep, theatrical sigh, “I’m very sorry to say…” She paused for dramatic effect, watching the youngest meat-girl’s eyes go wide with concern although the older two seemed to realise easily enough that she was making a joke. “I’m afraid,” she sighed again, “you’re all A Plus!” She said these last words with a joyful flourish and the three naked volunteers beamed with pride and hugged each other. “Now that you know that,” Mollie grinned, pulling open a draw under the console desk and taking out a plastic box which contained a very special piece of equipment, “who wants to make it official with a stamp?”

Of course once again the answer was a unanimous and unequivocal yes! As with the inspections, Maria offered to go first. Having learned from experience that it was easier and the best way to make sure the volunteer stayed still, Mollie had her lay face down on the warm floor then knelt beside her and used a wipe to gently clean the area of her spectacular rump where the stamp was going to go.

“This is going to sting.” Mollie informed her apologetically. “Over the next few hours it will probably be sore, like sunburn, and raised a little. You won’t want clothing right up against it for a few hours. The skirt you came in should be fine,” she realised she was stroking the beautiful woman’s delicious backside as she spoke but Maria certainly did not seem to be objecting, “but no underwear or tights.”

“What about my shorts?” Isabella asked.

“Those should be okay,” Mollie nodded, “but I’d avoid your jeans.” she told Sophia apologetically. “We can give you a towel for the journey home if you like?”

“Or I could just stay naked?” the teen countered with a casual shrug followed by a grin. “I’m a meat-girl after all, and isn’t the whole point of having the stamp to show it off?”

“That works too!” Mollie chuckled. “Although I’ll still lend you a towel for in the car, you don’t want your bare skin sticking to the seats!”

“Oh we didn’t come by car.” Sophia informed her breezily. “The weather’s nice so we decided to walk. Only took about twenty minutes.”

“I see!” Mollie chuckled. “Well in that case we’ll find you a carrier bag for your things!” She was fairly sure nobody would be upset by the sight of the beautiful young teen walking proudly naked down the street and wondered if the rest of the family would decide to follow her lead. “Are you ready?” She gave Maria’s rump a gentle pat.

“Oh yes!” Maria grinned, resting her chin on her folded arms as she lay face down on the floor, her spectacular bosom squashed beneath her. “Mark me as a premium piggy! Or should that be premium turkey?” she asked with a giggle which the others echoed.

“Either way, you’re a premium piece of meat!” Mollie chuckled, positioning the stamp on the lower part of her right cheek. “Ready?” Maria nodded and, holding the stamp in place with one hand, Mollie smacked it hard with the side of other fist, hard enough to make her own hand sting a little. The thousands of tiny needles fed from an ink reservoir within the stamp pierced Maria’s soft, olive skin simultaneously, permanently imprinting their message upon her, making her as meat. She let out a slight gasp, more of surprise than pain, and her eyes went a little wide but otherwise she did not protest in any way. Carefully, Mollie pulled the stamp away to see the perfect mark that it had left. The stamp was circular, with the words “Officially certified by Sawney Bean Catering Company LTD Est. 2034. Grading valid for 90 days from date of evaluation” in tiny letters around the outside and, in the middle, a big capital letter A with a plus sign next to it. The ink was a deep red which took on a burgundy hue on Maria’s lovely Mediterranean skin. “Perfect!” Mollie grinned, giving her unmarked buttock a cheeky and playful slap. “Next!”

As with the inspections, Sophia was the next to receive her official grading stamp. Without needing to be told, she took her mother’s place on the floor and followed Mollie’s instructions to relax and try to breath deeply as her muscles, including those in her rump, were tensed in anticipation which could cause the stamp’s imprint to distort. With a hand resting gently on the teen’s delicious backside, she felt the tension drain then positioned the stamp as she had done before and gave it a firm punch once again, leaving Sophia with the same indelible mark as her mother, officially labelling her lovely young body as premium meat. Finally, Isabella took her place on the floor. From the way that she was breathing, Mollie could tell that the youngest of the three volunteers was nervous.

“Are you okay?” she asked kindly, running a hand over the pre-teen’s back and rump which was smaller but no less delectable than her sister’s or mum’s. “You don’t have to have this if you don’t want to.” She reminded her in a gentle tone. “The grade will still apply and will be on all your paperwork!”

“No, I do want it.” Isabella assured her in a tone that made Mollie think it was more a case of not wanting to be the only one without the stamp, leading people to wonder if she had not achieved the same grade or that she had been scared. “But…” She lowered her voice and spoke softly. “Is it going to hurt a lot?”

“It will hurt.” Mollie told her honestly. “But no worse than getting a hard spanking. You know what that feels like, right?” Isabella’s cute blush and her sister’s involuntary snort of amusement told Mollie that the young meat-girl not only knew exactly what spanking felt like but was quite a fan of it.

“Yeah.” She smiled a little sheepishly. “I know what that feels like.”

“Here’s an idea.” Mollie suggested with a smile. “How about I give you a spanking first then, when your rump is all nice and pink, we put the stamp on. It will feel just like one more spank and hopefully be more fun. What do you think?” Isabella nodded gratefully and sat up.

“Is it too late for me to take that offer?” Maria teased, making it Mollie’s turn to blush.

“Call me and we’ll talk!” the red-head teased back with a wink as she got up off the floor and went to sit on one of the chairs. “Come on then, little piggy!” she patted her lap. “Let’s be having you!”


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Giggling and still a little bit embarrassed by the revelation but excited for the unexpected treat, Isabella came and lay across Mollie’s lap, the cushiony softness of her broad thighs reminding her of her mothers. Mollie adjusted her slightly so that her rump was slightly raised and in the perfect position then gently stroked the prime meat as she had done with Maria. Once she felt the young girl was sufficiently relaxed, she raised her hand and, without hesitation, brought it down hard, slightly cupped, onto her left buttock. The spank landed with a very satisfying smack and Isabella giggled. This smack was followed by another, and another, Mollie striking each cheek at random and sometimes landing in the middle so the giggling, moaning little piggy who lay squirming across her lap, kicking her feet, could not predict where the next strike was going to land. As she spanked Isabella’s lovely back side again and again, Mollie could not help thinking back to Selena at the weekend and how much she had enjoyed the caning. She could not help thinking that the two twelve year olds would have been great friends and wondered if they’d known each other. They would likely have been in the same year at school, after all, but then it seemed unlikely that they actually went to the same school. Everything about the Ramierez family screamed wealth. Real, old-money richness, so it was very likely that the girls attended the elite private girls’ school at the other end of town, not the comprehensive Mrs O’Sullivan’s granddaughters had gone to.

Within a few minutes, Isabella’s lovely, tanned behind was glowing pink so, without warning, Mollie picked up the stamp from the desk, held it against her right cheek and hit it with the required strength to imprint the tattoo then followed it up with a final slap to her left cheek.

“There we go!” Mollie grinned, guiding Isabella to her feet where the girl’s hands automatically went to her glowing backside. “Try not to rub the bit with the stamp for a while. But what do you think? Didn’t hurt too bad after all, did it?”

“No.” the pre-teen admitted. “It…” She blushed a little. “It felt good!”

“Glad to hear it!” Mollie grinned.

“You definitely know how to give a good spanking!” Maria observed with a chuckle.

“All part of the service!” laughed Mollie. “It’s a great way to tenderise rump meat!” All three naked beauties grinned and Mollie noticed Maria and Sophia both involuntarily reach for their own meaty rumps. “Well, officially we’re done here.” she made a couple of clicks on the console and typed in a password. “Physical copies of your files will be waiting for you at reception. Of course,” she quickly checked the time, “if you wanted, I could show you some of the equipment? Little tour of the kitchen?”

“That would be lovely, if you have the time!” Maria beamed. Both girls nodded enthusiastically too. None of them seemed at all self-conscious about being naked, reinforcing Mollie’s perception that they were used to it, probably holidaying at nude beaches or clothing-optional resorts. First she showed them the store room with the equipment that could be used on-site, then led them to the kitchen where she was surprised to see Nora and Rebecca, one of the other senior caterers who was just a year or two older than Mollie, giving a tall, blonde young woman a tour. She was dressed very smartly and certainly didn’t give the impression of being there as potential meat, even ‘though the most cursory glance made it clear she’d make a wonderful spit-roast!

“Oh, hi!” Mollie grinned. “Sorry, these are some clients of mine, just showing them around.” She gestured to Maria and her daughters all of whom gave little waves and smiled politely, making no move to cover their naked bodies or giving any indication that they wanted to. “In fact,” she turned to them, “Rebecca is the one who will be in charge of your cooking on the day and it will be her who you’ll be liaising with after Friday so it’s good that you’ve met!” Maria stepped forward and offered her hand, introducing herself as Maria Ramierez then introducing her two daughters by their first names.

“This is Sarah.” Nora smiled, introducing the unknown young woman to Mollie. “She’s looking to join us as a paid intern in Lydia’s position,” she explained, “then hopefully make it permanent.”

“Lovely to meet you!” Mollie shook the young woman’s hand and, as was her habit when meeting someone new, especially someone who struck her as “eligible”, she made a quick mental assessment of her meat. Like Mollie herself, Sarah was tall. Not abnormally so, just on the taller end of the normal spectrum for a woman. Her age was hard to place with precision but Mollie put her somewhere between eighteen and twenty one. She was wearing a smart pencil-skirt which never the less showed off her curves nicely and she definitely gave Mollie a run for her money in terms of chest and rump! Her dark blonde hair was thick and styled into loose curls.

“Likewise!” Sarah smiled. “Are we about to see the master in action?” she asked, looking past Sarah at the three naked, freshly-stamped piggies.

“Ah no, sorry!” Mollie smiled apologetically. “Just giving them the tour. But it will be Rebecca who actually cooks them when the time comes so maybe you’d be able to help out?”

“Ooh I really hope so!” Sarah grinned. “It would be an honour!” Just then, Rebecca’s work phone chirped with the tone that Mollie recognised as an internal message.

“Ah! Looks like my client’s here!” she grinned. “Nice to have met you.” She smiled at Mrs Ramierez and the girls. “Come on, Sarah, You can watch a proper assessment now and help out with the prep then after…” She stopped herself and glanced at Mollie in a way the red-head perceived as rather furtive. “Well, we’ll see how things go.” Rebecca finished her sentence rather weekly as she, Nora and Sarah headed out of the kitchen.

“So,” Maria asked as she peered into one of the big ovens that she would be roasting in if she opted to be prepared and cooked at the headquarters and delivered ready to serve rather than on site, “what would happen to the girls if I choose this? I understand they have to be legally dead first, before anything can be done to me?”

“Yes, that is a complication.” Mollie nodded, annoyed at herself for not having thought about it before. “What we’d have to do,” she explained, glancing over at the girls who were happily checking out the spits on the rack next to the rotisserie and looking their delicious young bodies up and down, “is get them spitted here, before we start your prep, then deliver them pre-spitted to the venue. It can be pretty fun!” she added with a smile, remembering Jessica, “The bumpier the road on the way, the better!” she winked.

“Hmm well they really did have their hearts set on being spitted in front of everyone.” Maria gave a little sigh. “So I probably shouldn’t take that away from them. Your colleagues can still do a good, thorough prep job on site, right?” she asked, “As long as they have space to work?”

“Yes, for sure.” Mollie assured her. “Anyway, you don’t have to decide just yet.” They concluded the tour and Mollie led them back to the inspection room to collect their clothes, although it seemed clear that none of them would be wearing anything other than shoes and a smile on their way home that day. “Oh, sorry!” Mollie exclaimed, finding she had walked in on Rebecca and Sarah mid-inspection. “The door wasn’t locked. Just grabbing their things,” she smiled, “don’t mind us!” The pair were in the middle of inspecting a very pretty, curly-haired blonde girl of around ten or eleven with the thick but toned, meaty figure of a swimmer or hockey player. Normally walking in on each other, while to be avoided if possible for the sake of the volunteer, was not a big issue but the shocked, guilty look on the faces of all three of the room’s occupants, including the meat-girl herself, made them seem as if they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar, although Mollie could not see anything out of the ordinary.

Writing it off as just one more example of everyone’s strange behaviour that day, Mollie ushered her guests in and handed them carrier bags to put their clothes in then led them back out with another quick apology to her colleague and her own guests and a reminder to make sure the door was locked from the inside while the room was in use in future. At the door which led back out to reception, Maria stopped and, to Mollie’s surprise, took hold on her hand with both of hers, her carrier bag hanging from her wrist.

“I wanted to thank you!” the beautiful, naked woman gushed while her equally beautiful and equally naked daughters looked on. “You’ve been so very kind and helpful today! But I do have just one more favour to ask you, if it’s not too much of a liberty?”

“No harm in asking!” Mollie grinned, trying not to blush at the intense was Maria seemed to be looking at her. “If it’s something I can help you with, I’d be happy to!”

“If I understood correctly,” Maria smiled, “you said you were roasting on Saturday?”

“That’s right?” Mollie nodded inquisitively.

“Well, do you have any plans after work tomorrow?” asked Maria.

“Can’t say that I do.” Mollie admitted honestly which seemed to please Maria.

“Well here’s the thing.” she smiled again, her own cheeks turning a little pink. “Carlos has booked a table at that nice, cosy little Girl and Boy restaurant in town. The one that opened last year, do you know it?”

“Gingerbread?” Mollie asked. “Yeah, we’ve actually collaborated with them a couple of times.”

“Good!” Maria gushed. “Well we’ve having dinner there tomorrow at seven, with his parents, my sister and our parents. But, well,” her blush deepened and she giggled shyly, “Rosita and Carlos, they’re just so… Well, you know, eh? Young love?” Mollie giggled too and nodded.

“I can imagine!”

“Well, I’d feel like a bit of a third wheel if I didn’t bring someone too so I was wondering if…” She squeezed Mollie’s hand a little tighter. “Would you accompany me? Be my date for the evening? Carlos is paying for everything!” she assured her quickly. “And we can send a cab to pick you up so you can enjoy the wine without worrying. Then maybe afterwards,” she looked down at the floor shyly. “If you wanted, that is, you could come back to the house and help us all with a little more tenderising? Carlos and Rosita will be going to a hotel for the night so I’d welcome the company.”

“That sounds wonderful!” Mollie exclaimed, her own cheeks burning and heart beating faster than it had since she sent the email confirming her willingness to roast. “Thank you so much!”

“It’s a date!” Maria grinned. “You have my number on the file, right? Text me your address and a car will be there for you at six thirty tomorrow!”


To be continued...

Her head spinning with excitement, Mollie returned to the office to catch up on some more emails and to prepare her hand-over documents for her meeting with Nora later. Although she hadn’t minded the late meeting, she had wondered at first why they couldn’t have met up and got everything sorted out earlier but now that she knew she was holding recruitment interviews during the day, she supposed it made sense. Still, however she had expected things to go when she woke up that morning, the turn the day had taken was not among her predictions! Still, the way everyone had reacted when she walked in on the inspection of the young blonde earlier was still bothering her, as was the way everyone seemed to be reacting to her that morning. Not in an upsetting way, just something wasn’t sitting quite right.

With the relevant documents compiled, she made herself a coffee while waiting for her next inspection. This one turned out to be far more run of the mill and did not result in making a date with the meat! Not that she would have objected – he subjects this time were a pair of fifteen year old cheer-leaders who were planning to roast after their team’s big game the weekend after next and, like the Ramierez family, wanted grading stamps to flaunt during the build-up. Mollie was happy to give their young, toned bodies both perfect tens which translated to an A+ grade. A sandwich, three coffees and a consultation a pair of siblings, a boy of nine and a girl of eleven, later, Mollie knocked on Nora’s office door, a stack of papers in her arms all neatly collated, stapled and clipped to keep the relevant pages together.

Throughout the meeting, Mollie couldn’t quite shake the feeling that Nora’s mind was on something else. She listened politely, looked through the papers as Mollie handed them to her, nodding at the parts she highlighted and asking occasional questions for clarification and to show that she was listening but something in her eyes made Mollie feel as if the meeting was a ruse of some kind, a distraction. But from what, she really couldn’t fathom. She also noticed how Nora kept glancing past her to the clock above the door as if she had somewhere important she was supposed to be which again struck her as odd since it had been Nora who asked for this meeting. Almost exactly on the stroke of six, she put up a hand to silence Mollie then took a big box from under her desk, not a gift-wrapped package, just a simple brown cardboard shipping-box, put it on the desk and slid it towards Mollie.

“I have to pop out for a minute.” She explained unconvincingly. “Wonderful work on the handover documents! Can you see to this and I’ll see you in a few minutes?”

“See it to?” Mollie asked, mildly worried the box might contain stray puppies or another mountain of paperwork she would be expected to take home and finish. “What do you mean?”

“Just open it and you’ll see.” Nora smiled, already half way out the door. “See you in a bit!”

Shaking her head in bemusement, Mollie stood, pulled the box towards her and opened in. Inside was a note on top of a pink Sidney hat and pair of boots, not as high quality as the ones she had worn at the Castlefords’, for sure, but still a step or two above the basic party shop type. Smiling, with everything finally dropping into place, she picked up the note and read it.

“Put these on and meet us in the picnic area. ONLY THESE!!!” Chuckling, Mollie set the note down on the table and took out the costume pieces. Suddenly all the shifty behaviour made sense! She hadn’t expected this at all, maybe a cake on her last day, but it seemed her team were throwing her a full-fledged Sidney party! Quickly, Mollie pulled off her shoes and socks, putting them in the box for safe-keeping, then quickly piled her polo-shirt and trousers on top of them before topping off the pile with her bra and panties, reflecting as she did so that it was unlikely all her underwear combined cost as much as the set Maria or Sophia Ramierez had been wearing before their inspection!

Suitably attired, she headed out into the corridor. A month ago she might have been at least a little self-conscious, even ‘though she would still have been up for the costume if the party had been for someone else, as proved at Megan’s Sidney party which had kick-started this whole final adventure for her, but she was well past that now! Being naked felt to her like just another outfit! She remembered seeing an interview with Sidney herself where she had said something similar. She considered how she normally appeared in public as her “uniform” and didn’t consider herself naked, just wearing a naked girl costume! That was honestly how Mollie felt, not naked but dressed as a meat-girl which was, after all, exactly what she was! Nobody else seemed to be about as she made her way down the corridor, through the kitchen and out into the yard. As she rounded the corner and the picnic area came into view, she could not help putting her hands to her mouth and laughing in delighted surprise! She may have worked out that she was being thrown a Sidney party but she had not expected everyone to so whole-heartedly embrace the theme!

Every single one of her co-workers, including the boys and the women old enough to be her mother as well as those around her own age or younger, were dressed in nothing but pink Stetson hats and rhinestone-studded boots! Even Sarah, the new recruit, was there and Mollie wondered whether she had known about the party when she came for the interview or whether it had been a spur of the moment invitation for her.

“Surprise!” they all shouted in unison, raising assorted drinks in a toast to her.

“Oh wow!” she laughed. “You guys really went for it, huh?”

“Seemed only fair!” Rebecca grinned, brining her a glass of sparkling wine. “Considering how much time you’ve been spending in your birthday suit these past few weeks!”

“Wow, this is great!” Mollie beamed, taking the offered glass. “Thanks so much, guys!”

“Oh but that’s not all!” Nora smiled. “We wanted to give you a special treat so…” Cole and Doug who had been standing suspiciously close to each other as if to provide a human screen to conceal something or someone behind them stepped aside and the blonde pre-teen Mollie had seen with Rebecca and Sarah earlier, dressed like the others in a pink hat and boots and looking almost exactly like Sidney herself!

“Well howdy, y’all!” the girl saluted her, speaking in an accent even less convincing that Sidney’s own. “Sure hope you’re hungry ‘cause I’m gonna be cooked up as a rootin’ tootin’ barbecue for you this fine evening!”

“Well ain’t that swell!” Mollie responded with a giggle, attempting the Sidney accent for herself before quickly dropping it. “You look absolutely delicious!” Apparently pleased to hear this, the girl gave a little twirl to show off all her meat including her luscious rump. “What’s your name, sugar?”

“Cornelia.” She replied in her own voice, making a slight face, suggesting she had never been especially fond of the name. “Popcorn to my friends!” she giggled then adopted the faux-Texan accent once more. “But you can call me Sidney, or just Dinner if you want!”

“Sidney-flavoured Popcorn!” Mollie licked her lips cartoonishly. “Sounds delicious to me! I didn’t realise how hungry I was but looking at you has reminded me!”

“I guess we’d better get on with the cooking then!” Rebecca grinned, calling her new apprentice forward to assist and giving Popcorn a playful slap on her meaty backside. “Don’t worry, we’ve got some snacks and nibbles for while we wait for this one to be ready!”

“Just be sure to leave room!” Popcorn reminded her cheekily.

“Oh don’t worry!” Mollie assured her, looking with unashamed hunger at the delicious young meat-girl. “I definitely will!”


To be continued...

For the sake of practicality and given that the spectacle of a young girl being spitted was far from a novelty for any of those in attendance, Rebecca and Sarah took Popcorn inside to the kitchen for her prep while Cole and Doug were put in charge of raking the coals and making sure they were ready to cook over and trays of mini pizzas, little sausage rolls, cheese-and-pineapple skewers and other typical party finger-food were passed around. The other senior caterer and her new apprentice returned less than fifteen minutes later with the delicious young girl fully impaled, basted, seasoned and ready to roast.

Since the head-quarters was on an industrial estate and most of the other businesses were closed for the day, there was not a lot of passing traffic except for the occasional learner driver who Mollie hoped, for their own sakes, were just having a lesson and not trying to take their tests, as well as occasional dog-walkers who simply chuckled or shook their heads in amusement at seeing the naked co-workers enjoying their barbecue. The food was delicious, of course, and Mollie felt a warm feeling inside at the idea that her team would go to this much effort to give her a good send-off. At around ten o’clock, just as it was starting to get dark, Nora announced somewhat apologetically that it was time to bring the evening to a close but promised that any left-over food, including what could be retrieved from Popcorn’s fairly well-ravaged carcass, would be left in the staff fridge and available for snacks or lunches the next day.

Having been assured that a few of the team had agreed to stay behind to clean up and that she should definitely not be thinking about such a thing after her own party, Mollie headed to her car. She had gone to head inside to collect her clothes but, perhaps inspired by the Ramierez family or perhaps just because nudity had become such a total non-issue to her the closer she came to her harvest, Mollie decided to drive home in nothing but her Sidney boots, promising to return them the next day. She had other uniforms and underwear at home, after all, so what did it matter? It was already fairly late so not many people would be looking out their windows but if one of her neighbours happened to peek, so what? The free show for them was absolutely no skin off Mollie’s nose!

The next morning, it took her a few moments to remember why her clothes from the day before were not on the back of the chair in her bedroom where she normally left them when undressing for bed. Remembering quickly that she hadn’t worn any clothes to get home, she pulled some new underwear from the drawer and threw them onto the bed then took a fresh uniform out of the wardrobe and laying it out ready to put on after her shower. While she had the wardrobe open, she looked at her nicer clothes, the ones she could wear for her date. Her date. She really did have a date with the beautiful Mrs Maria Ramierez and she had made it quite clear what her intentions towards her were! Her heart beat a little faster at the idea. This final week of her life really was turning out to be full of unexpected treats!

What sort of outfit would be appropriate? She wondered. She wanted to look nice, but not over the top. Of course, if what the three of them had been wearing to their assessment meeting was anything to go by, everyone else at the table would be dressed in outfits that cost more than her entire wardrobe, heck, probably more than her flat itself! Gingerbread was considered a little more up-market than Sidney’s, which had always positioned itself as an affordable family restaurant. A treat, for sure, but somewhere most families could easily afford once a month or so, while other restaurants like the Sidney’s-owned La Fille catered for a very high-end market and a dinner for two there could easily cost a month’s rent. Gingerbread landed somewhere in the middle. It was small, intimate, generally serving only whole children and therefore geared towards whole families or other groups eating together. It was somewhere within the reach of most families as a very special treat, such as a significant birthday or wedding anniversary. Mollie had never been there as a guest but the two companies had collaborated in the past and she had always enjoyed the theming which, as the same suggested, was loosely based around the story of Hansel and Gretel, with a medieval fairytale aesthetic.

After pulling out and rejected a number of potential outfit, Mollie settled on her little black dress which was classy and elegant but, she felt, showed off her figure nicely and, although the back was open meaning that she could not wear a bra with it, the front was fitted in such a way that she actually felt confident being without one. Yes, that was the one. Paired with some black tights and a nice pair of heels, her black ones of course, not the red ones, it would do the job nicely. She hung it up in the doorway between her living room and bedroom to get a bit of an airing since it was close to two years since she had last worn it then went for her morning shower.

To her own surprise, Mollie was able to concentrate reasonably well at work and be productive enough that her being there felt worth-while. All she could really think about, however, was the upcoming evening and whatever may happen afterwards. Of course most of the talk within the team was about the party the evening before and there was plenty of food left over to enjoy though the day, making it feel like the day after the Christmas party, but Mollie, normally one for regular snacking if there were tasty treats available, ate sparingly, both wanting to make sure she saved room for the meal that evening and also wanting to look her absolute best in her dress.


To be continued...

When the end of the work day came, Mollie had to remind herself to drive carefully on her way home. After all, if she managed to wrap her car around a tree and hospitalise herself of worse, she would definitely not be going on her date that evening, not to mention the disappointment Courtney and her brother would face if she had to call them to say she couldn’t roast for their party after all due to being stuck in hospital!

Once home, she showered again, trying to get rid of the “work smell”, a mixture of cooked meat and cleaning products, that seemed to have embedded itself in her skin and hair, using the citrus-scented shampoo and conditioner which she knew had a strong and pleasant smell of its own and would pair well with her favourite perfume. For the first time in weeks, as she washed herself, she was not thinking about her body as meat but focussing on how she would look. After the shower, she dried and, while her hair would never take being fully straightened, she did manage to coax it into gentle ringlets that looked very pretty and made a nice change to her usual unruly mane.

After slipping on her dress, pleased to see that it still zipped up relatively easily despite her recent indulgences, Mollie put on tastefully subtle makeup, enough to show that she had made an effort without looking over the top. Although she could not wear a bra with this dress, she chose her nicest, most expensive pair of panties, to put on underneath. Her mum had been with her when she’d bought them and teased her that the black, semi-sheer, lacy underwear seemed more like the ghost of panties than an actual pair and she had speculated why they cost so much more than a regular pair despite using so much less material but the teasing had been good-natured and Mollie liked how she looked in them, or more importantly how she felt when wearing them, and they were special enough that she would not feel too ashamed when compared to whatever Maria was wearing.

Once she was as ready as she could be, Mollie checked the time on her phone. 6:20pm, ten minutes before her cab was due. She had always hated these weird in-between times so decided to go wait for the car downstairs. It wouldn’t make the time pass any faster necessarily but it would at least feel like she was doing something to move the situation forward. Hoping that her outfit was elegant enough that she’d not be mistaken for a street-walker, Mollie stood outside the front of her building, small handbag just big enough for her keys, a little money, some wipes, her phone and a tin of breath mints over her shoulder and her phone in her hand in case Maria sent a message or the cab driver needed directions. Looking up and down the street, Mollie wondered what kind of cab it would be, one marked as such or an Uber. What she was not prepared for was the large, sleek limo that pulled up almost silently with its electric engine by the curb where she stood. Instead of calling out to her through the window, the driver in a smart black suit got out and greeted her with a polite smile.

“Mollie, I presume?” I smiled, showing perfect teeth. The man was in his mid to late fifties, Mollie judged, but in good shape and tanned, the silver streaks in his dark hair showing that it was natural. “I was told to look for the flame-haired beauty with lovely… smile!” The hesitation was clearly a joke, not an awkward correction like the lady who had purchased Jessica and Marcia’s had been.

“That would be me!” Mollie giggled, climbing into the back of the car as the driver opened the door for her. The inside was truly luxurious with leather seats, a fresh, citrus smell in the air which complemented her shampoo and perfume very nicely and a small ice-bucket with a half-bottle of real champagne and a glass bottle of very expensive-looking mineral water. A tall champagne flute was clipped to the side of the bucket.

“Do help yourself.” The man smiled. “It’s there to be enjoyed! Is the choice of music to your liking? I can change it if not.” Mollie listened for a moment and worked out that the music playing softly in the back of the car was pretty instrumental versions of popular show tunes.

“This will do nicely, thank you.” She smiled warmly, pulling on her seatbelt which glided smoothly and was so soft it felt as if it were made from velvet. Knowing that the drive was not a long one, Mollie wasted no time in opening the complimentary champagne and decanting it into the glass provided. As someone who regularly catered weddings, she was no stranger to champagne or other sparkling wines with aspirations of being mistaken for it, but this was a whole new experience in terms of taste and quality.

As he drove, the driver chatted affably to Mollie, asking what line of work she was in and how she knew the Ramierez family. Not knowing quite how much might yet be public knowledge about Mr Ramierez’ planned second marriage and the very favourable divorce settlement that had been negotiated, Mollie simply said that she worked in catering and event-planning and that she was helping Mrs Ramierez arrange a party. His chuckled reply about, when it came to turkeys, it wouldn’t matter if the guests preferred thighs or breast as there was going to be plenty of each to go around and the amount of rump-roast on the menu, however, told her that her caution had been unnecessary. Still, she considered it a matter of professional courtesy not to share too much detail about the arrangements she had made with her clients.

After about twenty minutes, they arrived at the restaurant. Seeing Maria waiting outside for her, Mollie gulped down the last mouthful or so of champagne and, out of habit, dropped the water bottle into her handbag in case she needed it later. The driver once again got out to open the door for her and her beautiful client, her date for the evening, rushed forward to greet her with a hug and a kiss of welcome on each cheek followed by a far more lingering one on the lips that made Mollie’s kneels feel weak.

“I’m so glad you came!” Maria beamed, holding Mollie’s face in her hands and looking at her with pure, loving delight. “And you look absolutely wonderful!” Mollie blushed a little and thanked her then looked Maria up and down. Once again she was dressed in bottle-green which complimented her eyes and, from Mollie’s limited experience, seemed to be her favourite colour. Rather than a suit this time, however, she was wearing a dress which hugged her figure tightly, stopping just above the knee, and with a deep, swooping neckline revealing what Mollie knew her dad would refer to as “a cleavage you can ski down!” Like Mollie, she was wearing thin black tights or stockings and her outfit was completed with a pair elegant, heeled shoes the same colour as her dress. “Everyone else is inside.” she smiled, taking hold of Mollie’s hand excitedly. “Come on, I’ll introduce you!”

The inside of the restaurant was small, intimate. Clearly set up for groups and families rather than individuals or couples, Mollie counted eight fairly large, round tables that she supposed could accommodate up to ten people, six of which were currently occupied with happy diners at various stages of their meals, and one larger one which currently had a party of sixteen sat at, probably an office night out from the looks of them, but which could probably accommodate five or six more if needed. The tables themselves were dark wood and with a rustic construction and the whole dining area had the general aesthetic of a medieval tavern only instead on stag or wild boar, the heads displayed like hunting trophies around the walls were those of children, boys and girls, ranging in age from “barely legal” four to mid-teens. There were also grotesques in the various corners and shelves with dusty spell-books and potion bottles along with the occasional skull.

The room was T-shaped with the recessed area being dominated by a large fire-place in which an animatronic goblin-like figure of little more than two feet tall was turning a spit with a twelve year old boy on it who it took Mollie a few seconds to realise was actually a dummy too and not a real boy being roasted. To one side of the fire-place was a big cauldron, gently steaming, and the boy and girl in that were definitely real although it did not appear that they were actually cooking. Mollie wondered if the cheeky-looking pair who she placed around eight or nine years old, were on the menu that night and would be swapped out when their time came or whether they were just performers from some local drama club like the mermaids and living statues at Sidney’s. On the other side of the fire-place was a black iron cage hanging from the ceiling where four more naked children, two girls and two boys, all around ten or eleven years old, seemed to be awaiting their fate. A witch’s broom stood in the corner and the area around the fireplace was littered with skulls, rib-cages and other random bones which Mollie had no reason to doubt were real but were clearly there as decoration and not as a result of poor cleaning practices from the restaurant staff!

Close to the entrance, another girl, this time a young teen of perhaps thirteen or fourteen, was displayed in another hanging cage but a narrower one this time so that she had to stand and on one wall, a younger boy and girl were shackled with iron chains but, Mollie notices, small footrests so it was probably not as uncomfortable as it looked. The walls were stone and the floor covered with terracotta red tiles and straw around the edges of the room added to the general ambience, as did the bats hanging from the raftered ceiling and the assorted animatronic crows and owls. The themeing was definitely impressive and put Mollie in mind not so much of a ghost train but of the queueing area for one in a high-end theme park.

“We’re over here.” Maria smiled, still holding her hand and guiding her gently by the elbow towards one of the tables where two attractive, older couples were sat along with a strikingly handsome man in his late thirties or early forties and a girl who looked like an only slightly older version of Sophia so just had to be Maria’s little sister Rosita, her husband’s second wife to be. Even if the family resemblance had not been so striking, Mollie would have had no trouble working out who the younger woman was from the way she and the handsome man were acting – sharing little kisses, whispering things to each other and giggling, him holding one of her hands as she rested the other on her leg. However supportive she may be of the relationship, Mollie was not at all surprised that Maria had wanted to bring a date of her own the keep things more balanced.


To be continued...

“Let me introduce you!” Maria beamed, slipping her arm through Mollie’s and pulling her a little closer. “Everyone, this is my lovely new friend, Mollie.” The redhead felt her cheeks getting warm as she gave a little wave. “Mollie, this is my Mamma and Pappa.” she indicated one of the couples who both raised their wine-glasses to her in greeting with warm smiles.

“Please,” the woman who was still incredibly beautiful and looked at most ten years older than her daughter, although Mollie knew that could not be the case, “call us Lucia and Mateo.” Mollie smiled back and nodded her acknowledgement.

“These are my in-laws, Hector and Cecelia.” This couple also greeted her with a raised glass. They were friendly-looking enough and clearly very wealthy. Something about silver-haired Hector’s look made Mollie think of organised crime and she scolded herself internally for stereotyping but there was a feeling she could just not shake. “My dear husband, Carlos.” she gazed at the handsome, dark-haired man with obvious adoration and love. Instead of simply raising a glass to her, Maria’s husband stood, took Mollie’s hand and kissed it chivalrously. As well as being handsome and ridiculously wealthy, he was clearly quite the charmer too.

“So, you are the famous Mollie!” He grinned, his eyes twinkling. “The beautiful lady who will be cooking my practice family!” This comment made Mollie feel a little uneasy, worried that Maria may be offended to hear herself and her daughter described that way but she just giggled.

“Well, not exactly!” Mollie gave a little chuckle. “I have… other plans that would get in the way of that, but my company, yes!”

“And last but not least,” Maria beamed, “my lovely baby sister, Rosita!” The young woman stood and gave Mollie a warm, sisterly hug as if they had been friends all their lives, then quickly followed this up with a distinctly un-sisterly kiss!

“Lovely to meet you!” She grinned with a genuine friendliness. “My sister always did have the best taste!” Mollie felt her cheeks graduate from warm to burning and she was grateful for the orange-hued mood lighting in restaurant, clearly designed to mimic fire light, hoping it would disguise the colour her face had gone just a little.

“Please!” Carlos pulled out a chair for Mollie as his young fiance and sister-in-law sat back down. “Sit, sit!” Mollie accepted the invitation and he did the same for Maria with the chair beside her then poured them both a glass of wine.

“So how does it work here?” Mollie asked, curiously. “Is there a menu or a specials board or something?”

“It’s a five course set menu.” Lucia explained kindly with no hint of condescension in her tone. “But I promise you the chefs here are just…” She put her fingers to her lips in a traditional “chef’s kiss”. “You are in for a real treat!”

“Ah, and here she comes now!” Carlos grinned, looking past Mollie in the direction of the doors to the kitchen which, in keeping with the rest of the décor, bore the facade of heavy, dark oak castle doors with big black hinges and knockers, despite being normal swing-doors typical of a restaurant kitchen that were plain grey on the other side. A man in chef’s whites with slicked-back black hair in a long ponytail and a moustache that gave him the look of a biker, or perhaps a member of a rock band, was leading a little girl of around six years old towards their table, holding her hand as if they were in their way to feed the ducks in the park. The girl was, of course, stark naked with a slightly bulging belly and a lovely plump fillet beneath it. Her rump was firm and round and her thighs thick for her age. Her hair was dirty-blonde and straight, falling slightly over one side of her cute face and a few inches past her shoulders. She was adorably pretty and deliciously meaty in all the right places! An easy 9/10 in Mollie’s professional estimation, making her an A-grade meat-girl. She wouldn’t go very far in a big party but was the perfect size for a meal for eight. The man guided the little girl towards Maria and Carlos, giving her a playful pat on her backside which made her giggle.

“Hi!” she said sweetly with a slightly shy smile, the kind young children typically get when being introduced to new people, especially adults. “I’m Ava, I’m your dinner tonight!”

“And a lovely dinner you will be too!” Maria gushed, putting her hands on the little girl’s shoulders and looking her up and down appraisingly.

“May I?” Hector asked in a way that did not seem like a question. Carlos ushered the little meat-girl towards his father who proceeded to inspect her in a way that Mollie thought a little rougher than necessary, looking her over like a piece of livestock he was considering buying at auction, including having her open her mouth to check her teeth. Ava cooperated and did not seem unhappy, perhaps a little confused, as the older man turned her around, poked and squeezed her from various angles. “Very good!” he nodded, as if his had been the final word that was being waited for. “She’ll do nicely!”

“Would you mind if I took a look?” Mollie asked, wanting to give the little girl a more positive memory to take with her to the kitchen. “Professional curiosity and all that?”

“Please!” Carlos smiled, guiding Ava with a hand on the small of her back towards the pretty caterer who was apparently not capable of taking a proper night off. “Be our guest!” Mollie held out her arms to the little girl who came to her happily then lifted her onto her lap.

“Do you know what my job is?” she smiled as the others, but especially Maria, watched her fondly. Ava shook her head, a look of wide-eyed curiosity on her cute little face. “It’s my job to look at little girls like you and work out exactly how delicious they’re going to be!” Mollie grinned and tickled the meat-girl lightly on the belly which made her giggle happily. “And to cook them too, but it’s my night off so someone else is going to cook you for me!” Ava giggled again. “But I’d love to give you a little grading so I know how much yumminess to expect, would that be okay?” Ava nodded, her pretty hazel eyes wide again. “Good! Stretch out your leg for me, honey.”

The sweet little meat-girl did as she was told and Mollie began to feel the toned, meaty limb with experienced gentleness, making sure to remark on its quality as she did so. When both legs had been felt she moved onto the arms.

“Looking forward to the kitchen?” she asked conversationally as she felt around Ava’s ribs, shoulders and belly.

“Oh yeah!” the little girl grinned excitedly. “The chef’s going to chop my head off with his big knife then put me in the oven to make me delicious!”

“Ooh that sounds like fun!” Mollie grinned. “You know, I’m going to be cooked outside at a party on the weekend. Do you think I’ll be good?” The younger girl nodded emphatically, enjoying this unexpected bonding moment with a fellow meat-girl.

“Your boobs will be yummy!” she informed Mollie with absolute confidence.

“I hope so!” Mollie chuckled. “I’m pretty sure they’re why I got ordered in the first place!” Ava giggled. “Now, can you lay on your tummy for me so I can check out your rump?” The younger girl happily wiggled herself into position, the adults around the table all smiling indulgently, loving this extra little show even if it was technically delaying their meal by a few more minutes. Mollie carefully stroked, squeezed and kneaded Ava’s cute, round backside, remarking on its firmness and declaring how tender and tasty it would be when roasted. As a playful end to this part of the inspection, she tapped out a little rhythm as if the meaty buttocks were a pair of bongo drums, making the naked meat-girl giggled again, then helped her to sit up.

“One more test to do!” Mollie grinned, parting Ava’s knees a little wider and reaching between her thighs. Since she was dealing with such a small girl, she slid only her middle finger into Ava’s cute, plump little fillet which, unsurprisingly, was self-basting very nicely as welcomed the intruder hungrily. Ava’s already big, round eyes opened a little wider but she made no protest as Mollie used her thumb to check the thickness of her fillet. “Now, I want you to pretend you have to pee really badly but you have to hold it in,” Mollie grinned, “and squeeze my finger as hard as you can!” Ava giggled some more as she did what as she was asked, finding that she liked Mollie a lot which made her look forward even more to being her dinner. “Good girl!” Mollie grinned, drawing out her finger, then, as she was not wearing a glove and was not at work anyway so did not have to stick to professional behaviour standards, popped the sticky finger into her own mouth and sucked off the sweet honey.

“Mmm!” she exclaimed. “You really are super-yummy! I can’t wait to taste the rest of you!” Ava grinned broadly, clearly very pleased to hear this. “Okay, little piglet!” Mollie helped her down off her lap then gave her cute bare butt a playful pat. “Time for you to go to the kitchen I think!” The little meat-girl gave her older counterpart a spontaneous hug, squashing the side of her face momentarily into Mollie’s substantial bosom, then waved cheerfully to the rest of the table.

“Bye everyone!” she beamed cheerfully, taking the chef’s hand again. “Enjoy your dinner!”

To be continued...

>>29534
The next half an hour passed pleasantly enough with more wine and some tasty bread with a variety of dips served while Mollie got to know the others around the table. Carlos did seem to be a very nice man and his charm genuine rather than an affectation although he did seem a little nervous of his father, a man who Mollie was having a particularly hard time warming to although he had not really given her any reason not to like him. By contrast, both of Maria’s parents were lovely and Rosita was an absolute sweetheart! It was very easy to see why her big sister would do anything for her, up to and including getting cooked and eaten along with her daughters so that her husband would be free to marry her.

The first course, when it arrived, was a salad with small strips of grilled Ava meat which Mollie judged to be from the arm, probably around the bicep area, or lower leg. It was absolutely delicious and both the seasoning on the meat and the dressing on the salad itself was a perfect complement to the little girl’s natural flavour. Mollie fought her natural instinct, born of working for a long time in hospitality, to eat quickly and tried her best to keep pace with the others while joining in the conversation which was interesting and wide-ranging.

The next course consisted of three balls of haggis served on toasted ciabatta. Mollie had only had this once before, on holiday, and remembered it tasting rather like spicy sausage meat. Somewhat tentatively, she cut a small piece along with the end of the bread and tasted it. She was certainly not disappointed! It was similar in taste and texture to how she remembered but the quality was on a whole different level. Clearly the chefs they had working in that kitchen were masters of their craft!

After the haggis came a soup which the waiter informed them as it was served was made from Ava’s head. There were a mix of flavours in the rich broth which also contained small pieces of meat and some finely-chopped vegetables but Ava’s scrumptious taste was unmistakeable. As she tried her best to sip the soup from her spoon without slurping, Mollie wondered whether the usable meat had been stripped from the meat-girl’s skull and added to the pot or whether her whole little head, likely minus her hair, of course, had been bobbing around, her cute face surfacing from time to time until the meat fell away from the bone naturally.

The fourth course, the one they had all really been waiting for, was of course the most spectacular! Ava’s roasted carcass, minus the head, of course, the arms cut down to stumps and the legs severed just below the knee, her belly clearly stuffed but uncut and supported on a simple frame that left her meaty rump raised and ready for carving, was delivered to the table on a platter with the main roast surrounded by balls of stuffing, some roast vegetables and a selection of sausages and meatballs also crafted from Ava’s meat.

To be continued….

Along with the main platter, various dishes of potatoes and vegetables were placed around the table along with decanters of gravy which, the wait-staff explained, were made using a mixture of the remaining stock from the soup, Ava’s blood and the run-off juices from the roast, along with the other regular ingredients of course.

At Carlos’ insistence, Mollie was served first as guest of honour, followed by Maria, then both sets of parents and finally himself and his fiance. Of course most people had their hearts and taste-buds set on a slice of rump and Mollie was no exception, requesting a mix of rump and thigh. It seemed right to her that the sweet little meat-girl’s fillet should go to Rosita and it seemed like the rest of her fellow diners agreed as none of them requested it, leaving it for the young bride to be. Once everyone had been served, the waiter did not leave the carving set for people to help themselves as Mollie had expected but rather promised to come back regularly to check of them and serve anyone who wanted more.

It came as no surprise that Ava’s roast meat was absolutely delicious and, following the lead of the others, Mollie enjoyed three plates-worth, along with the trimmings, sides and rich, thick gravy until she herself felt as if she had been stuffed ready for roasting! By the time everyone had eaten their fill and the remains were cleared away, there was little left of Ava but greasy bones and a few scraps of meat which Mollie felt sure would be made use of in some way, as Gingerbread seemed committed to the concept of not letting anything go to waste.

Throughout the meal, Mollie felt Maria’s hand on her thigh, gradually working its way further and further up, and she reciprocated by subtly kicking off her shoe under the table and caressing the lower part of her date’s legs with her foot. As the evening wore on, they both nudged their chairs slightly closer to each other, just a little at a time, until eventually their thighs were pressed against each other and Mollie started to find it difficult to focus on the meal thanks to the anticipation of what might happen afterwards.

Dessert, served with a sweet wine after an appropriate interval to let their main course go down, was a rich, chocolate sponge pudding with a dark chocolate sauce which had been made, so they were informed, using Ava’s blood rather than eggs, and there was also a little blood in the soft, pink, cranberry ice-cream that was served with it. All five course really had been made from, or at least included ingredients derived from the adorable little meat-girl. Mollie had heard that blood worked as a perfectly good substitute for eggs when baking a cake but it was not something she had ever tried. As she was planning to bring in a cake for her colleagues on her last proper working day of Friday, she decided to try to save some blood from any girls or boys butchered on Thursday, or pop to the butcher’s shop if there were no in-house slaughters that day, and take it home to experiment with. If it was a disaster, she could just make another the conventional way and nobody need know but it felt like something she wanted to try at least once!

The meal was followed by a final round of drinks then Carlos paid the bill and, once Mollie had said polite and warm goodbyes to the parents around the table, took both her hands in his and kissed her twice on the cheeks.

“The house is yours and Maria’s for the night.” he told her in a warm and friendly voice. “We won’t be troubling you. The car is outside to take you there and please do order a cab to work in the morning on us. He kissed her again softly on the cheek then whispered in her ear. “Take care of my three girls for me, okay? I love them very much.”

“I will!” promised Mollie, wondering for the first time whether Carlos was actually fully on board with trading his wife for her younger sister or whether he was just doing it to please her and, given the choice, he would prefer to keep Maria. She had assumed that he would be delighted to be able to “upgrade to a younger model”, but something in the way he spoke of Maria and their daughter made her wonder. Still, it was not her place to interfere and ask questions, any more than it was to ask volunteers who presented themselves to her as meat whether they were really sure about their decision. Isabella, Sophia and Maria herself all seemed very keen on the idea of cooking and Rosita seemed lovely, not at all the spoiled, pampered princess Mollie had worried she might be, and would certainly make Carlos a wonderful wife and hopefully give him many more beautiful and potentially delicious daughters!

Once the goodbyes were concluded, Maria slipped her arm through Mollie’s again and led her outside where the same car that had dropped Mollie off was waiting, the smartly-dressed driver stood by the open back door to welcome them. Maria got in first and made herself comfortable then held out her hands to Mollie who slid down onto the comfortably-upholstered seat beside her. Almost immediately, Maria wrapped her arms around Mollie and the pair began to kiss, with passion and a loving intensity. The driver cleared his throat politely and the pair broke their kiss, giggling like naughty school-girls who has just been caught behind the bike sheds.

“Sorry to interrupt.” he smiled, obviously suppressing a chuckle but unable to disguise the avuncular glint of amusement in his eyes. “But I’d be remiss in my duties if I did not ask you ladies to put your belts on before I drive of. It’s my job to deliver you home in one piece after all!” Now he allowed himself a light chuckle. “I don’t think I would made a very good substitute for you if I were to let any harm come to you before the party!” He winked at Maria who giggled. It was clear that the pair had a real mutual respect and friendship.

“Sorry!” she giggled and Mollie gave a sheepish smile of apology as the pair of the put on their seatbelts. The driver gave a nod of approval then closed the door and returned to his own seat. “Now,” Maria slipped her arm around Mollie’s waist once more, “where were we?”


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>>31544
Oh, what a cliffhanger!
> It was clear that the pair had a real mutual respect and friendship.
Are we to expect a threesome? Holy shit, you're teasing us!


>>31085
> […] be described as being masturbated from the inside! […] a lot of boys seem to like it […]
Do you describe something purely out of imagination or have you done some experiments (of course without the hair-like barbs)?


>>31204
> […] the T-bar between his elbows and locked it to the spit […]
The spit is inside of Carl and the distance from the elbows to the open parts of the spit would in both directions be something between one and two feet. Plus: Going to the top on the backside the head would be in the way. Going to the lower end on the frontside the same would apply to the genitals. All in all it seems to be a very unstable construction.
Sorry for beeing picky, I'm just wondering how this can work.


Couldn't help but to find some errors too obvious to ignore:
>>31281
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wrong word: “Miss Mollie! Miss Mollie!” she heard the Poppy and Lydia Tara calling in something close to panic from the pot.
>>31300
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: “Off with your head! Off with your head!”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wrong word: “You abandoned your post! Luckily Mollie Poppy and Tara were on the ball or the stew could have been ruined!”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: […] or at least give him a nasty poke! “There’s one more spike […]
>>31467
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Confusion: “Likewise!” Sarah smiled. “Are we about to see the master in action?” she asked, looking past Sarah Mollie at the three naked, freshly-stamped piggies.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Sarah smiled, asked and looked past herself? I guess she looks past Mollie.
>>31510
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo(?): After all, if she managed to wrap her car around a tree and hospitalise herself ofr worse, she would definitely not be going on her date that evening, […]

>>31556
First of all, thank you for the corrections - as you can probably tell, when I write, I write quickly so names get muddled! Now, to answer yours questions:

Maria definitely isn't just inviting Mollie back to her house for coffee! Her daughters will be there too so I think a lot of fun will be had! I didn't mean to imply anything deeper between the driver and Maria, just to reinforce the idea that they were a nice family who the people who work for them like and who treat their employees very well.

Believe it or not, the idea of being masturbated from the inside comes from "The Boys" where one scene featured a character who could shrink like Ant-Man walking up the inside of another man's penis, rubbing the inside as he went, heading towards the prostate. Unfortunately, he sneezed and lost control of his power, returning to full size while deep inside the other man. It was... messy! I do recall as a boy of about nine or ten trying to see how far in I could get a plastic action-figure sword which I do think about when I write about the skewers being inserted.

Okay, so, the T-Bar. The meat's wrists are tied behind their back and the cross-bar goes between their elbows, forcing them outwards. There is then a bar which comes down from the middle, underneath their hands, with their wrists fixed to it. The bar then rests/presses down between the buttocks then, at some point lower down, perhaps around knee-level, there is another right-angled piece that goes down around three inches to be fixed to the main spit - hope that makes more sense?

So happy you're enjoying the story! I keep thinking it's nearly finished then something else happens but we should be there soon!

A short while later, they pulled onto the gravel drive of the Ramierez family home. Breaking the kiss long enough to look out the window, Mollie took it in and realised it was more or less what she had expected. Not a mansion, certainly, but a large, detached house which looked like it was very well-maintained. Although it was hard to tell its exact colour from the mix of fluorescent security light and orange street-lamps that currently illuminated it, Mollie thought it looked to be a very pale shade of green, “Apple-White”, she had seen the colour described as before. Clearly having been watching out for them, Isabelle and Sophia opened the door and stood framed in the doorway wearing silk, lace-trimmed night-dresses that barely passed their hips, their perky young nipples tenting the front of the thin fabric. The driver got out and gave them a friendly salute then opened the door for the two women. Maria ran to her daughters and embraced them, giving them both loving kisses on the lips.

Following close behind after thanking the driver, Mollie saw a man who she took to be around forty years old, with a resemblance to the rest of the family but dressed far more casually. He put his arms around both the girls and they cuddled to him with obvious affection.

“How have they been?” Maria asked after exchanging cheek-kisses with him. “Behaving themselves, I hope?”

“They’ve been good as gold!” the man assured her.

“And is it still attached?” Maria asked cheekily, making the girls giggle and the man blush a little.

“I might take a long bath in some ice when I get home!” the man chuckled. “Okay, girls!” He leaned down and kissed them both in a sweetly innocent way, despite how they had clearly been spending the evening. “Be good for your mum and I’ll see you on Sunday!”

“Bye Uncle Vic!” Isabella waved to him as he headed out towards the car which was apparently now going to take him home. “Thanks for coming over!” Sophia waved too and blew kisses which he reciprocated out the car window before being driven off.

“My brother.” Maria explained. “He’s such a sweetheart! The girls just adore him!” Mollie grinned. It was very clear indeed that their handsome uncle was Sophia and Isabella’s favourite babysitter and it really didn’t seem like he was getting the raw end of the deal either! “Girls, you remember Mollie, of course?” The both hugged her enthusiastically in the doorway and she hugged them back, their skimpy negligees somehow making them seem more naked than when she had inspected them with nothing on at all! “We should probably go inside!” Maria suggested. Isabella took Mollie’s hand and led her into the hallway then further in, through to the living room which was decorated with tasteful opulence while still looking like a family home that was lived in and enjoyed.

At Isabella’s insistence, Mollie sat down in the middle of the big, velvet-covered sofa which was a rich, forest green colour, and the girls cuddled to either side of her, their knees tucked underneath them.

“Let me fetch you a drink.” Maria offered graciously. “Then I’ll let the girls entertain you for a couple of minutes while I go change. I got a special outfit fir this evening, I hope you like it!” The twinkle in Maria’s eye was more than enough to tell Mollie that she absolutely would!

“Was the dinner good?” Sophia asked as her mum disappeared, presumably to the kitchen. “We went there for my birthday last year and had this really cute boy!”

“Sophia ate his willy!” Isabella giggled.

“It was really good!” Mollie confirmed. “We had this lovely little piglet named Ava. Her meat was as sweet as her personality!”

“Good!” Isabella nodded forcefully. “Girls taste much better than boys!”

“You weren’t saying that when you were sucking off Uncle Vic earlier!” Sophia teased.

“That’s different!” Isabella protested. “I wasn’t eating his meat, just tasting his cream!”

“Well, don’t tell anyone I said this,” Mollie grinned, “as it would seem very unprofessional, but I absolutely agree!” Both girls giggled happily.

“Do you think we’re going to be good?” Sophia asked, the strap of her negligee falling off her l.;lright shoulder, leaving her breast almost entirely exposed with the lace snagging on her nipple, displaying part of her dark areola.

“So good!” Mollie assured her. “Spit-roast girl is my favourite!”

“Is that how you’re getting cooked too?” Isabella asked excitedly.

“It sure is!” grinned Mollie. Isabella looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Mummy’s going to be good cooked in the oven too ‘though, right?” she asked, a little anxiously.

“Of course she will!” Mollie grinned and stroked k

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“Of course she will!” Mollie grinned and stroked the pre-teen’s beautiful dark, silky hair. “All three of you are some of the finest meat I’ve seen in my whole career!” Just at that moment, Maria returned to the living room with a tray containing four mimosas in expensive-looking champagne flutes.

“Here you go!” she smiled as she passed the drinks out, starting with Mollie, then put her own on a marble coaster on the little end table close to the sofa. “Surprised to see you two so over-dressed!” she teased. “I’m going to go change now!” She kissed both her daughters on the foreheads then Mollie on the lips. “See you in a moment!” Giggling happily, the girls pulled their skimpy night-dresses up over their heads, confirming Mollie’s suspicion that they were not wearing any panties underneath.

Finishing her drink in three large gulps, Isabella launched herself across Mollie’s lap so quickly and unexpectedly that Mollie very nearly spilled her own drink all over the naked girl, not to mention the very expensive-looking sofa the three of them were currently occupying. With the hand that was not holding the glass, Mollie stroked the pre-teen’s lovely rump, now proudly displaying her grading mark which had healed nicely and was now just ever so slightly raised in a way that could be felt if she ran her finger-tips over it.

“I want you to tenderise me again!” Isabella grinned up at her. “You did such a great job last time!”

“Yeah!” Sophia enthused. “Then me! Daddy and Uncle Vic tried their best but they’re not experts like you!” Between Isabella’s slightly parted legs, Mollie could see the tell-tale redness and mild inflammation that left no doubt about exactly what kind of fun the girls had been having with their beloved Uncle Vic while their parents were out at dinner! Setting down her glass carefully, Mollie raised her hand and brought it down hard on the eagerly-offered backside. It landed with a satisfying slap and Isabella let out an adorable little yelp. Six more slaps followed in quick succession before Sophia leaned over and pushed her sister up by the shoulders. “That’s enough!” she declared, as Isabella retreated, giggling, to her own end of the sofa. “My turn!”

Having the far more mature-figured teen across her lap in this way was a new experience for Mollie. As with Isabella, she stroked and caressed Sophia’s meaty rump far more sensually than she had allowed herself to do during the inspection. She had been at work then, after all, and had to conduct herself as such, but this way not business any more. This was all pleasure!

“Hope you’ve got some slaps saved up for me!” Maria spoke in a playful tone from the doorway as Mollie was raising her hand over Sophia’s rump an eighth time. Turning to look at her host, Mollie’s mouth fell open. Maria had clearly showered and her long, dark hair was now in a thick braid down her back. Around her neck she wore a metal collar with a loop on it and two thick, matching bracelets were fixed tightly around her wrists. Mollie noticed that one had a sort of peg sticking out from it which the other had a hole and a button that was blended with the rest of the brushed steel surface. Both also had loops on them suggesting they could be attached to something else. Other than these and some elegant, freshly-applied makeup, she was wearing nothing at all. “They’re cuffs.” she explained, seeing Mollie’s surprise and holding out her wrists. “At your say-so, they can be locked together and I can’t reach the button myself so they’d stay that way until you decide to release me. I’ve also got some nice strong rope that can go through the loops if you want!” She walked forward and, without prompting, Sophia got up off Mollie’s lap and moved to the end of the sofa.

“All three of us are yours tonight,” Maria explained with a sweet but naughty smile, kneeling on the carpet in front of Mollie, “to do whatever you want with. But especially me! Now, Mistress,” she looked up at Mollie on the sofa and held out her wrists in supplication. “Where do you want these first?” Mollie thought for a moment, unable to keep herself from licking her lips as she looked down at the beautiful, voluptuous woman kneeling in front of her, the woman who, along with her daughters, had enthusiastically accepted her destiny as meat. Nobody had ever called her “Mistress” before but, in that moment, it was as if a window of insight into her own soul was opened and she experienced a moment of clarity, realising that a big part of the appeal of her job was, and always had been, having volunteers willingly and enthusiastically submit themselves to her.

“Let’s see…” She leaned forward and brushed Maria’s cheek with the back of her hand, feeling the woman’s breath quicken, then lifted her chin with her finger. “Behind your back, I think!” Mollie declared. “Keep them out of the way of this delicious breast meat!”

“Yes, mistress.” Maria smiled sweetly, moving her hands behind her back and, with a few seconds of trial and error, manoeuvring the peg into the hole. There was an audible click as the locking mechanism engaged.

“Good girl!” Mollie nodded, keeping her eyes firmly locked on Maria’s despite the muffled giggling she could hear from either side. Keeping a single finger under her chin, she guided Maria up so that, although still kneeling, she was more upright. Fondling her breast with her right hand and putting her left behind her head, Mollie pulled the beautiful, mature woman who had made herself her slave for the night, into a deep and passionate kiss. She then sat back and took both Maria’s spectacular breasts in her hands. “These will roast up so well!” she told her, squeezing them gently like they were melons she was testing for ripeness. “Then carved into thick slices.” She ran her hands down the woman’s sides to her hips then around to squeeze her meaty rump. “Nobody’s going home from your party hungry!” she grinned wolfishly.

“Did you know it used to be illegal to eat girls?” Isabella piped up in an incredulous tone. “Can you believe that?”

“I know!” Mollie exclaimed, turning and giving her a kiss every bit as passionate and aggressive as the one she had given her mother, squeezing the young girl’s rump with one hand as she did so. “It seems so ridiculous to me!” She turned to Sophia, pulling her back across her lap and caressing her shapely backside. “Personally I think it should be a crime for delicious meat like this to go uneaten!” She looked back to Maria. “You made some lovely piggies here, they will be so delicious when they’re roasted and carved up for everyone to enjoy!” She pushed her hand between the teenager’s thick, toned thighs and lightly pinched her clit, making her moan and squirm as she lay across her lap. With her other hand, she began on pleasure Isabella who was kneeling on the sofa beside her. “Think how much they’re going to squeal when they’re spitted!” Mollie prompted huskily. Maria closed her eyes, a look of absolute bliss on her face, imagining her two lovely daughters turning over the coals, frantically humping their spits while she herself roasted slowly in the oven to provide a banquet for her beloved husband and sister.

Quietly prompted by Mollie who used gestures and facial expressions rather than words so as not to spoil the moment for Maria, the girls took over pleasuring each other, with Sophia sitting up and retreating to her end of the sofa and Isabella crawling slowly and with far more wiggling than strictly necessary over Mollie’s lap to reach her sister. Mollie then leaned forward and kissed Maria on the lips once more, their tongues entwining, as she massaged, squeezed and generally fondled her magnificent bosom. Gently, slipping down onto the floor beside her, Mollie reached around Maria’s back and unclipped her cuffs then lay her gently back, the naked, willing slave allowing herself to be guided by the young woman she had appointed her Mistress for the night, and stretched her arms out above her head, putting them around the legs of a table before locking the bracelets together again. Maria moaned softly as Mollie ran her hands over her delectable curves and rather forcefully pulled her legs apart.

“You know the one, very important thing that always feels like it’s missing from our inspections at work but I’m not allowed to do?” Mollie asked.

“No?” Maria responded dreamily, her eyes still closed. “What’s that?”

“A taste test!”


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Relishing the opportunity to throw professional boundaries to the wind, Mollie put her tongue to good use between Maria’s legs, making her willing slave first moan with pleasure then cry out until she was practically screaming.

“Hey, slavelets!” she grinned at the two spit-roasters on the sofa who seemed to have had enough of pleasuring each other for the time being and were instead snuggled together watching the show. They grinned and looked at her with eager expectation, wondering what she was going to ask of them. “What kind of bath do you have here?”

“A really cool one!” Isabella enthused. “With jets and everything!”

“Nice and big?” Mollie sat back on her haunches and asked with a mischievous grin. Both girls nodded emphatically.

“Yeah!” Sophia confirmed. “We all go in it together sometimes. It’s like a hot tub really!”

“Perfect!” Mollie grinned. “Go run us a bath, would you?” Giggling, the naked sisters ran off to do as they were asked. Once they were gone, Mollie stood and kicked off her shoes then pulled down her tights and panties under her dress which she then hitched up so that she could straddle Maria’s hips. She leaned forward and kissed her again and the delectable oven-roaster opened her eyes to look lovingly into hers. Rubbing herself against Maria’s belly, Mollie fondled and squeezed her lovely breasts.

“You’re gonna walk around that party completely naked,” Mollie informed her slave in a husky whisper, understanding that she was one of those meat-girls for whom the total submission being cooked and eaten involved was a major part of the appeal, “and all your friends and family are going to know that you are meat!” She kissed her again, pinching her big nipples between finger and thumb. “That’s all you will be! Not the host,” another kiss, “not a guest,” followed by another, “just the food! Everyone will be looking at your naked body and the only thing they will be thinking about is how delicious you and your little girls look!” With the exception of the part about the daughters, Mollie knew these words applied equally well to herself and the thought further stoked the already blazing fire between her legs.

Leaning forward again, Mollie began to lick and bite Maria’s lovely nipples, lightly at first then with a little more force, making the mature piggy moan with pleasure. At the same time, Mollie rubbed herself against Maria’s stomach, her skin warm and silky. Within minutes, they were both climaxing explosively, red-faced and beaded with sweat. Mollie reached forward and unclipped Maria’s cuffs then stood and held out a hand to help her to her feet.

“I really need that bath now!” she observed, adjusting her dress and smoothing it down modestly even ‘though she knew full well it would be coming off as soon as they reached the bathroom. She then pulled Maria into a close embrace and kissed her again, hands exploring her delicious, naked body and wishing that she could be the one to prepare it and enjoy a slice or two once she was done, but knowing that by the time Maria and her daughters cooked, she would be nothing but a happy memory and some bio-matter mixed in with the rest at the recycling plant. “Guess you’d better show me the way to the bathroom, huh?”

Giggling, Maria took her hand and led her out to the hallway and up the stairs. The carpet felt luxurious under Mollie’s bare feet, like walking on cloud. A warm, steamy aroma with a hint of peppermint called to her from the end of the landing and from behind the slightly-ajar door came the sound of running water mixed with happy girlish giggling. Grinning like a little girl herself and still gripping Mollie’s hand tightly, Maria used her other to push the door all the way open, revealing the girls sat on the edge of an ivory-white spa pool, their bodies gleaming as if recently oiled and Sophia holding a bottle of some kind of lotion in her lap. As well as the bath, there was a toilet, twin sinks and a walk-in shower area. The floor and walls were covered tiles bearing an ivory and green marble-style pattern.

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