Part IV
They finally reached the central fair grounds. It was a large area where
open-air restaurants were preparing and serving girl meat in all thinkable ways.
"I hope we're not too late!" said Trine and looked around to try and catch a
glimpse of their families.
"Yeah, they did seem desperate for meat so perhaps they've already...!" sighed
Christina.
"Honey, we're over here!" It was the faint shouting voice of Trine's mom. The
girls walked in the direction of the sound but they couldn't see them for the
smoke from the barbeques to their right. Dozens of whole spitted girls turned
over the coals.
"Over here!" yelled the voice again. Closer this time. Trine turned and suddenly
spotted her mothers smiling face ... peeking up from a large pot with soup! She
shared the pot with two others; a young teenage girl and her mother.
"Hi mom! I guess you're soup!" smiled Trine and kissed her cheek. The water was
hot but not boiling yet.
"Yes, we only just entered this area before Liz and I were picked and assigned
to two different kitchens! I think they are running low on volunteers!"
"We noticed!" grinned Christina and told Mrs. Bremmer about her turn at the
gallows and how Belinda and Joanne lost their heads. Mrs. Bremmer laughed and
thought it was great that the girls had had such an exciting day.
"Anyway, where did my mom end up? Is she still...?" asked Christina.
"I'm not sure!" said Mrs. Bremmer "She was taken to an Asian place on the other
side of the barbeque pits so I haven't been able to see what happened! But your
fathers went with her instead of me so you can go and see if you can find them!"
"When do you think you're done?" asked Trine and watched the soup with great
curiosity.
"They are keeping us on a low fire for the time being!" smiled her mom "But as
soon as they serve those girls over there, they will turn up the heat and start
boiling us for real!"
She nodded over to the pot next to theirs where the water was boiling violently.
Three women's heads hung over the side, faces up, and their bodies bobbed up and
down in the hot broth. Trine watched in fascination as steam rose from the half
open mouths of the women. Their meat was a beautiful rose-red colour and it
smelled delicious.
"I'm sure you'll be great, mom!" smiled Trine and kissed her mother again "I'll
try to get back and see you boil in a little while!"
"That would be nice! Bye honey!" said Mrs. Bremmer and sank back down into the
broth again as she watched the girls leave between the roasting pits.
"My god! That must be hot!" commented Christina as they passed close between the
pits. The heat there was almost unbearable. The girls watched as cooks basted
the rotating girls with sauce. Some where clearly almost done and all golden
brown while others where fresh over the coals and writhed and squirmed on the
spits.
"In more than one way...!" giggled Trine and almost couldn't get her eyes off a
black haired teenage girl around her age who was just being carried over to the
pit by two men. Her hips moved up and down around the spit, almost as is she
fucked it. Her eyes looked glazed over with the after effects of the ultimate O.
She moaned as the heat from the flames under her hit her heavy tits. The men
started to baste her meat immediately.
"Hello girls!" Mr. Malcolm's voice sounded behind them all of a sudden. He was
holding two full glasses of beer and was also making his way between the pits
"Where have you been?"
"Oh, here and there!" smiled Christina "Where's mom?"
"I'm sorry, hon! You're too late to say goodbye! She has been in the oven over
there for more than an hour already and I think she's just about to be served!"
Christina looked in the direction her father pointed and saw three large
stone-ovens; wood fired pizza style ones. They went over there together and
quickly spotted Mrs. Malcolm. She was lying on her back, arms and legs trussed
up, next to another woman of her size and age. Their heads were sticking out of
the open oven and their bodies were roasting inside. Both had an apple in their
mouth and steam escaped between their lips and the red fruit.
"She was quite happy with her preparation!" said Mr. Malcolm as if to comfort
Christina a little "The other woman is Mrs. Little from her office and they
chatted and had fun all the way through the whole thing!"
"I'm sure they did!" sighed Christina. In the oven next to this, two teenage
girls had obviously just been slid in and were only beginning to roast now.
Christina went over and asked the blonde one:
"How is it? Does it feel nice?"
"Ouchhh .... ahhh... yess... hot, but great!" wheezed the girl and wriggled her
body as the heat prickled her skin "We only decided to go after ... uhh...
watching your mom and the other lady roast! They looked so happy!"
"You look great too!" smiled Christina.
"Thanks.... unghhh!!!" gasped the girl and turned to smile at her friend.
"Come on, girls! You can join us at the table over here!" suggested Mr. Malcolm
and nodded over towards a small restaurant area close to the roasting pits.
Trine saw her father sit there with some friends from his work.
"Hi dearest!" greeted Mr. Bremmer and kissed his daughters cheek. He grabbed one
of her tits as she leaned over the table to kiss him and squeezed it firmly "I
almost thought you had gone and had these roasted for me already!"
All the men around the table laughed heartedly. Trine just smiled and let him
fondle her without protesting.
"Do you know that mom is being cooked for soup over there?" asked Trine as she
and Christina sat down among the men.
"Really? No, I didn't go with her, but that's nice! She always liked a good
spa!" laughed her father and harvested some more laughter around the table.
Trine smiled too. Mr. Malcolm got some wine for the girls and they had fun
listening to the men tell stories about how they had enjoyed seeing their wives
and daughters being prepared. After a little while, one of the men's wife and
two teen daughters came over. They surprised the man, Thomas was his name, by
all having orange stickers on their tags.
"We've arranged to be prepared together in a wok over at the Thai kitchen on the
other side of the roasting pits in half an hour!" beamed the wife, a high slim
brunette. She held the shoulders of her small breasted petite daughters, whose
eyes gleamed in excitement.
"Well, that doesn't give you much time to please me a last time!" replied Thomas
and everybody laughed. His wife just shrugged her shoulders and climbed under
the table to blow him off.
"Why don't you girls share your skills as well!" commanded Thomas as his wife's
head started bobbing up and down over his dick. The men cheered as the girls a
little reluctant also climbed under the table and each grabbed a dick.
"Well, why should we not have any fun?" laughed Mr. Bremmer as he and Mr.
Malcolm were the only two not being serviced "Trine, show me if you're as clever
as your mom was at this!"
"But dad...!" protested Trine, but Christina was already on her way down between
her own dad's legs. Trine sighed and climbed down there. She found her dad's
hard rod and started to lick it carefully with the tip of her tongue. However,
he didn't have patience for that and quickly forced her head down over his dick
with a firm grip in her neck. Trine almost choked on it but soon found the
rhythm and started taking over. When he came a few minutes later she swallowed
every drop of cum ... and even licked his dick clean afterwards. She was so
unbelievingly horny! And every second she thought about the girl on the spit!
"Anyway, goodbye honey!" smiled Thomas' wife after all the girls had got up
again "Try to save some appetite for a little Asian cuisine later!"
"Bye sweetheart! Bye girls! Have fun!" sighed Thomas, a little out of air still
"I'll see if we have time to come and watch you after the next beer!"
The men laughed again as the three disappeared into the haze from the pits. More
beers were brought to the table and the girls were offered another glass of
wine. Christina chuckled as Trine wiped away some cum from her friend's chin.
