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Cheryl remembered all about her sister Katie’s roasting, partly because she was there at the beginning and through the run-up and partly because, being close sisters, Katie had told her all the details involved in her tenderizing process.

When Katie was thirteen years old, and Cheryl fourteen, the family attended together the spit-roasting of the daughter of family friends, a seventeen year old named Allanah, whom Katie and Cheryl knew but only slightly. There had been much discussion about whether Katie should witness a roasting yet, whether she was old enough and given all the sex that got involved, but she managed to wheedle details out of Cheryl which gave her enough ammunition to convince their parents to take her along. It was, after all, going to be a big party, a big celebration and why should shy little Katie be denied some inevitable worldly exposure? Even from when she was small, Katie was strong-willed and very bright. Manipulative, even.

But, as Cheryl knew, that was the hidden part of her sister. The outside aspect was more difficult. First of all, Katie wasn’t ugly or anything, but she was, well, plain, physically and otherwise. Nothing about her stood out (unlike her sister who was always swarmed by the boys, if pointlessly given her whole undying thing with Alex). She struggled – not always successfully – for C’s in school. In mandatory sports classes she was always last to be picked to be on teams. She had a couple of vague friends but that was it. Her favourite activity was being alone in her room reading books, the titles and subjects of which she managed to keep secret even from her sister. Her online explorations were all password-locked.

Unusually, then, when they were all driving home from the Allanah event, Katie couldn’t stop talking about what she had just seen. “It was so cool! She had that rod up her pussy and all the way through her! And she was, like, writhing on it while she screamed. She was having an orgasm, right?”

Their mother, Beth, turned to her. “Yes, that’s right, dear. If things are done correctly that’s part of the reward.”

“What’s the other part?”

“Well, it’s knowing you have completely submitted to everyone for their pleasure. And that your friends and family are going to just love eating you. And will remember you forever.”

Katie thought for a minute. “How much does it hurt?”

Her mom gave her a little smile. “Quite a lot, dear. Although technology has advanced a fair bit since cannibalism became legalized and regulated. Much better and more useful spits. And the discovery of a pain-reduction drug which, properly prescribed, doesn’t taint the meat, doesn’t take all the pain away – because that’s part of the experience – but reduces it enough so that the girl – the meat – doesn’t lose consciousness too soon. The idea is for her to be aware right through to, hopefully, when people start slicing off pieces of her.”

Beth Also explained the chemical advances made. In the early cannibalism days, they would gut the girl, as with any animal, in order to prevent any bacterial infections from cross-contaminating. But people wanted to witness the girls experiencing the whole roasting process. So what was now referred to as a “conditioner”, an internally ingested chemical compound, was invented and developed. This, in essence “cleaned out” the guts for long enough for the roasting process. Meaning that the girls could be roasted alive wthout any issues.

“Yeah, I was pretty sure she was still alive and looking at me when I cut into her tit.”

“Was it good?”

“Yeah, she was really delicious.”

Katie went quiet for a while, clearly considering many things in her own mind. Her dad, behind the wheel of the Mercedes, carried on driving after exchanging a grin with his wife. As they were pulling up to their suburban home, Katie asked, “How did Allanah get picked to be roasted?”

Their father, Dave, a lawyer, replied, “Well that was her father’s decision. As I’m sure you know, under the cannabalism laws girls are owned by their fathers or husbands and so if the owner wants to roast a girl he just does it.”

Katie said, “Did Allanah have any say?”

“Of course not. But her dad told me she was pretty excited about it and just loved her tenderizing before the roast.”

They pulled up to the house. Dave said, “Okay, girls, it’s late. In the house and up to bed. School tomorrow.”

Cheryl thought she saw Katie about to ask another question and then decide not to. That was Katie’s way, she knew: when something intrigued her she needed to think things through in her own mind before expressing herself out loud.

The girls shared a two-sink bathroom and as they were brushing their teeth Katie opened up just a bit. “Cheryl, would you do that? Get cooked? Spit-roasted?”

“I don’t think so,” Cheryl said, “At least not if I had any choice.”

“Would you? Have a choice?”

“Who knows? Right now it’s up to dad and he just doesn’t seem the type for that. We don’t even buy girl meat at the store and eat it at home, right? Or in restaurants. Only at things like tonight, to be polite. And then of course, when we’re eighteen - and that’s next year for me - there’s the lotteries and school committments and all that.”

“Yeah.” Katie was sort of aware of the potential of eventually being eaten not out of choice but until tonight she hadn’t given it much thought. She was only thirteen, if a rather mature version.

The next evening at dinner Katie blurted: “I’ve given this a lot of thought and I want to be cooked and eaten like Allanah! Now!”

Her parents reacted with alarm. “Darling,” her mother said. “You’re too young! What are you thinking?”

Cheryl looked at her sister in a mix of wonder and confusion. “Yeah, Katie, you’re only just turned thirteen. I’m fourteen and I couldn’t make that decision.”

“I’ve thought it through, guys,” Katie said. “I figure with how the system works the odds of me getting picked to be cooked when I’m eighteen are pretty good anyway so why put off the inevitable? We all have to die sometime. Watching Allanah be cooked and eaten and screaming and...and writhing... just seemed so, well, so cool. And watching her on the spit and whenever I think about it now my... my pussy gets all wet.” She gave a little shiver. “And I’d rather be properly cooked at home and eaten by friends and family now than find myself older and sold commercially and be cut up for supermarkets. ”

Their parents threw each other stern looks. Dave, her father, never a very strict or autocratic dad, took on an expression the girls had never quite seen before.

“No!” he said, quite loudly. “You are simply too young, Katie. Too young to be making such decisions. Jesus, you haven’t even developed tits yet! And your c -” And then, even more firmly to deflect perhaps an inappropriate comment: “We will not discuss this again!”

And they didn’t. Well, not exactly. Because Katie, at every opportunity, would tease and hint about the subject, every time receiving a very tough look of dismissal from her father and pretty much the same from her mother. When Cheryl tried to talk to Katie about it, Katie just told her that her mind was made up. Although one time she had a couple of questions.

“What exactly happens with ‘tenderizing’?” she asked Cheryl one night before bed, a few months after her announcement.

Cheryl said, “I’m not sure I know all of it, but from what I hear it goes like this: two or three days before she gets roasted, the girl is taken by whomever has offered her – Daddy in this case.” Cheryl faltered a bit at having personalized what she was about to describe. “Dad or whoever strips you naked forever and then basically fucks the hell out of you as much as he can before the roasting. It’s believed this tenderizes your body, especially your cunt. And so many constant orgasms helps to get you into a perfect state of mind. From the time it starts until you’re on the spit you’re basically being fucked all the time, in one hole or the other. Usually the host, like Daddy just as an example, will have a couple of friends help him out so that the fucking doesn’t ever stop for long.” She paused and looked into her sister’s bright blue eyes, which were sparkling. “That’s about it, I guess”.

Cheryl could hear that Katie’s breathing had slowed and gotten deep. Her mouth was half open in a big smile. “And you get to suck their cocks, right?”

“I think so.”

Katie kept up her little teases and taunts over the followng couple of years, but to no avail. And then it was her sixteenth birthday. That Sunday morning Cheryl and her parents were seated at the breakfast table when Katie came down and into the kitchen – stark naked. This was not completely unusual in this family, but this time Katie was really strutting her stuff. She had developed quite quickly over the past couple of years. She was still a bit of a petite girl, but her firm and perked-up tits were just a little bigger than one might have expected, topped with perfect pink nipples which were now jutting forward, hard as could be. She hadn’t been shaving her cunt because there was very little of her silky pubic hair there; she still looked a bit like a little girl, but not completely. And the overall adorable cutenesss that she had begun the exhibit had really come to the fore: she was now gorgeous. Not at all any longer “plain”.

“Look what I have to offer now!” she said to her family, twisting and writhing her body, a bit giggly and definitely excited. “Plus I’ve been bleeding for two years now so I am a woman! I’ve got mature meat on me. And legally in this country, I’m sixteen so anybody can fuck me.” She levelled her eyes at her father.

Katie stood there, wiggling and thrusting her pussy in the sexiest way possible, the embodiment of anticipation.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, with the girls’ parents giving each other long looks.

Dave regarded his daughter and for the first time, as a man, appraised her. He did a lot of travel in his work and hadn’t been home a lot lately and certainly hadn’t seen Katie full-out naked in a long time. As his gaze lingered on her lovely tits, her sweet mouth, her shaped legs and her downy cunt, he felt his cock rising quickly. One more eye-sweep over Katie’s teasing offering and he was granite hard.

“You’re really pushing this, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Katie looked directly at her dad’s crotch. He was wearing a bathrobe and the front was now partially parted from the force of his erect cock. “Yeah, Daddy,” she said. “I’m pushing hard!”

Dave swallowed and looked at his wife. She was difficult to read.

Katie said: “I’m really sure I’ll be delicious, Daddy! And what I want more than anything in my whole life is for you to cook me and eat me! And,” she added, “tenderize me.”

Dave found himself clearing his throat, but unable to take his eyes off Katie. Because the truth was that he’d been kidding himself. He had been watching his little girl flower over the past many months. Watching closely. And because of her teasing and taunting about spit-roasting, he had been doing some research, both on-line and in subtle conversation with the guys at work, one of whom had actually gone through the process of cooking his own child. Allanah’s father, perpetrator of Allanah’s spit-roast, had also conveyed some detail of his own experience. All of which to say that Dave had been giving the notion of roasting Katie a whole lot more thought than he let on, despite his initial and genuine refusal to her.

“Have you...have you...” he began, finding his hand involuntarily cupping his balls, “Katie, have you ever been fucked? ... Before?”

Katie’s smile was like a girl twice her age watching a trap get tripped. “No, Daddy. This is a virgin cunt. I’ve been saving it.” She slipped a finger up inside her pussy. “You get to own it completely. And eat it. Raw and cooked!”

Dave managed to pull his stare away from his daughter’s amazing body and look at Beth, his wife, his eyes an obvious mix of confusion and permission-seeking. Beth looked down before speaking, down at Dave’s now-open-fronted bathrobe where his big cock stood proud and loud, it’s tip shiny with a healthy dribble of precum.

“It’s up to you, dear,” Beth said. She’s your daughter. You own her. And she’s certainly more than willing.” Beth cut her husband a lot of slack; after all, he could have cooked up her, Beth, years ago but didn’t because she just really didn’t want to go that route. Let me bear you a couple of daughters instead she had told him. Daughters always being a likely outcome of child creation given whatever it was that happened to the gene pool several years back. Indeed that’s how cannibalism got its firm hold: way too many births turned out girls and so slaughtering them helped cull the herd, helped toward some of the old gender balance. Male-dominated balance, as it should be. Or so was the common – and legislative - view.

Dave looked back at his cutey-pie. “Could we maybe just, you know, fuck for a couple of years until you’re older?”

Katie’s face did this little twist that they all recognized; she would not be swayed from whatever she had planned. And right now she planned to be roasted with a spit rod up her juicy pussy, up and through her mouth, turned on a spit alive over searing fire. Hoping she might still be conscious when her Daddy filleted her sweet cunt, bit into it and chewed.

“No negotiation, Daddy. All or nothing. And it better be all!” She stroked her pussy some more and everyone, especially Dave, could see that it had now become slippery, wet and slick. “And don’t forget: there’s this, too!” She turned around, bent in half and reached behind and pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing her cute little pink asshole, all nice and clean. She was able to give it a little in-out pucker movement.

Beth knew Dave well enough to know when his brain seized and began its inevitable downward journey into his lovely cock. The cock that Katie was now staring at and licking her lips about. Katie imagined she had seen it before, passingly, over the years, but never in the hard state. And it was beautiful, not that Katie, unlike her sister, had a lot of points of comparison. Like all men in this neck of the woods Dave was circumsized. His dick wasn’t huge in length – although certainly not short – but a real feature was the knob on the end that was especially bulbouse, the glans all shiny and stretched tight – with its current precum layer making it seem to glow. Katie found herself licking her lips again.

Dave stood up, that cock gloriously thrust forward. Cheryl was starting to have certain thoughts even though Alex, her long-time boyfriend, kept her cunt so busy she couldn’t quite imagine anything more. But still...

Dave said: “Katie, sweetheart, you’re very persistent. And I’ve always known you to be a girl with her own mind and convictions, even when you were little. And so, well – “ he glanced at both Beth and Cheryl – “ You’ve got a deal.” Despite the family history on this issue, anyone would see that Dave was positively beaming. “Now, I’m new at this, never roasted a girl before, so I’m going to need some time to do some serious and detailed research so that it all works out for you. All of which is to say I’ll be a bit tied up the next couple of days, so the roast will have to be six days from now, next Saturday. There’ll be lots of organizing and details and things for me to explain to you. I want this to be your perfect day.

“My perfect day. But also before that: the tenderizing!”

“Well, yes,” Dave said, a huge smile on his face. “That will be officially Thursday and Friday. But we can certainly get a head start right now!”

Dave stepped over to Katie, all cock-out, dropping his bathrobe. She giggled and sighed as he grabbed her tits and then her wet pussy, while her hands and then her mouth embraced his bulb and shaft. She squeezed his glorious big balls.

Dave said to Beth and Cheryl: “You guys stay, okay? I want you to see this.” Beth and Cheryl exchanged smiles, happy to be the audience, both of them starting to wet-up, each for her own reasons. Dave picked up Katie and laid her on her back on the kitchen table.

Cheryl was tickled and a bit surprised to see this lecherous and extremely horny side of her father. She would have to fuck him one day, whatever the circumstances. She could almost feel it herself as Dave rammed that cock into his youngest daughter, the girl nearly losing her breath. He broke her hymen in one go with only a little squeak from Katie. And then just pounded the shit out of her. Her orgasm(s) came in perfect sync to his as he dumped more cum than he believed he ever had before.

This next week is going to be really something, he figured, not precisely knowing that Katie was having exactly the same thought.

The following days seemed to fly by. Dave had designated Thursday and Friday as official tenderizing days with the four days between then and now considered to be a sort of run-up period as Dave got deep into his research on spit-roasting.

He would fuck Katie as often as possible during this time so that from Thursday on he would be free to keep it constant (with some help he was beginning to plan). During this entire period Katie would remain naked and quit school. If she wanted to go out, say, with Cheryl, it would be clear to all that she was now a naked meat girl. On Monday Beth would take her to the Board to get her certified as she’d never had cause to be before (she came out Grade A, destined for spit roasting or baking) and the official metal tag saying so was pierced into her clit. Katie just loved to flash its shiny metal.

In the beginning days of official cannibalism, once a girl was planned for food, she became, and was called, “meat”, as she was no longer seen as human. But Dave was of a progressive mind and took the increasingly popular view that this was unncessarily demeaning to the girls who, at least in family cases, they loved dearly despite what they were doing to them. It ended up being more arousing and twisted to all concerned to keep up the former relationship right to the end. So Katie would not be just “meat” to her dad, she would remain his close daughter that he was fucking and was going to kill. They would continue to call each other “Daddy” and “Katie”. And in Dave’s mind this seemed to up the right level of darkness and depravity in an arousing way. Katie just loved it that she was not being done as just a piece of meat – even if in fact she was one - but as herself, a willing and thrilled daughter of her happy and horny Daddy.

Similarly, if she met people on the street that she knew, she would be more than meat; she would be Dave’s Katie, the pretty girl being fucked silly, soon to be eaten. Obviously she really was still meat as the traditionalists would maintain, but this new approach spiced things up a bit more, made it creepier which is a horny thing. Of course, if she was out and about over the next couple of days and got spotted by men or twelve-year-old (or whatever) boys, they were, as usual, free to diddle her cunt and asshole and play with her gorgeous tits for a bit. Boys will be horny boys and this always seemed fair. Letting them fuck her was frowned upon, though, as she was still property.

On Monday when Katie and Cheryl went shopping for a little revealing sundress Cheryl wanted for the roasting party, Katie almost went a little too far with the meat girl rules. It was late afternoon and Katie hadn’t been fucked since just after breakfast as her Daddy was at Tim’s doing his training. So, to be fair, she was horny; her just-past-virginity body – and mind – had now quickly developed a great and constant sexual need.

It was a hot day and the girls were sitting in a Starbucks with a couple of iced lattes when three boys, who actually did appear to be twelve years old, walked in. Typical boys, always kibbutzing and rattling on about whatever dumb computer game was in favour with them. Until one of them, Darren, a blond rangy kid, spotted Katie, her nudity rather obvious.

“Hey guys,” he said, signalling his buddies. “Over here.” He pointed toward Katie and Cheryl and approached their table, his pals in tow. He stood in front of the girls for a second until they acknowledged the boys’ presence.

“Hi,” Katie said.

“Hey,” Darren said, looking transfixed by her tits and seeing her cunt tag. “So, like, are you a meat girl?”

Being recognized this way was a turn-on for Katie. A big smile at Darren: “Yes I am!” And she threw her smile to the other two boys, Nathan and Tom. “How are you guys?”

“Just great.” He turned to his friends. “Yo, guys. A real meat girl. It’s okay if we want to fuck around with her.” He looked into Katie’s face. “Right?”

Katie said: “Well, no actual fucking but, sure, yeah, feel free to touch.” She stood up to give them better access.

Darren right away reached out and grabbed a tit and started kneading it. “Nice!”

“Thanks,” Katie said, “Not too hard!” as Nathan took a good hold of her other boob, and began rubbing its nipple with his fingers, giving Katie a little tremor.

“I never met a meat girl before,” Tom said, his hands still at his side. “You’re really pretty.”

“Thanks a lot.” She widened her stance and spread her legs, looking down at her starting–to-get-wet cunt. She smiled at Tom. He was pretty cute, dark-haired, thin and with a kind face. He was shirtless given the very warm day, his torso hairless and lean with a hint of muscles to come. Quite lovely. “Feel free,” she said, indicating her pussy. Katie was finding that being a meat girl was incredibly liberating. And hot.

Tom reached out and touched Katie’s cunt, running his fingers through the soft tuft of hair, then sliding them into her slit. “Mmmm, nice,” Katie said quietly. Darren had now begun to suck her left nipple, perhaps surprisingly in a very sensitive way. It felt great and Katie could sense her pussy getting wetter. Nathan had both his hands on her other tit and he, too had a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as if trying to draw out milk. Tom finally pushed a finger all the way into her cunt and quickly found her clit. Katie shivered.

“You’re good at that,” she said to the boy.

“First time in a cunt,” he said, his breathing seeming laboured and his face flushed. “It’s awesome!”

“How old are you?” Katie asked him.

“Thirteen. Almost.”

Katie reached over and cupped Tom’s crotch. “Getting a little crowded in there?”

“Mmmff,” was all Tom got out.

Tom was wearing slightly baggy shorts with no belt. Katie raised her hand and undid the top button of his fly. Another “mmfff” from Tom. There were four more buttons; Katie undid them all. Yet another “mmfff”, this one louder. Katie looked up and into Tom’s now-glazed eyes. “Wanna come out to play?”

Tom gave her a dopey smile when Katie, as she pulled down his pants, discovered that Tom wore no underwear. Tom’s fully-erect cock jumped out like it was spring-loaded. Cute, Katie thought, looking at it. Not like Daddy’s, maybe only about four inches, but shaped nicely with pretty big smooth balls. She noticed he had only a few little wisps of hair just above where his dick met his flat tummy. Katie took hold of the cock and Tom audibly exhaled.

“I..I...uh, just started masturbating last week,” Tom said.

“So you can come?”

“Uh, huh.”

“Well great. Just keep doing what you’re doing to my cunt.” By this time Tom had nearly his whole small hand inside her pussy, managing to move things around without losing contact with her clit. She had no idea how a boy so young and inexperienced could manipulate a clit so well and found herself beginning to breath very heavily, the cunt-vibrations starting. But she didn’t want to cum just yet so she unlatched her tits from the other two boys and dropped to her knees and pulled Tom’s whole cock into her mouth and went to town on it. Tom’s “Mmmf’s” turned into moans, moans loud enough that one of the Starbuck’s baristas, an older woman, looked over from across the room with a big smile. She’d seen this sort of thing before and not for the first time felt some envy towards meat girls.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long before Tom exploded in her mouth. He didn’t shoot anywhere near as much as Daddy, naturally, but it was still an impressive load given he was still just twelve years old. She swallowed every drop, licked his dick totally clean, stood up and gave the stunned-looking Tom a little kiss on the lips. She turned to the other two guys who had been watching, enthralled. “So, boys,” she said, her eyes and lips wide. They were already fumbling to undo their belts.

Cheryl had been watching the proceedings up until now with great amusement – and excitement. As she had reached the grand old age of seventeen, she found these boys terribly young and yet she was getting turned on by their blind horniness. As she watched them pull down their pants, she spoke up.

“Katie, I know you’re the meat girl and all but that blow job was pretty hot and I...I...well, would you mind if I took one of these two?” Cheryl’s relationship with her boyfriend Alex was mostly monogamous but they allowed some fooling around as long as it didn’t get emotional or romantic.

“Cheryl!” Katie said. “Of course! I don’t want to be greedy. Your pick.

Cheryl looked at the two boys, acknowledging that they, like Tom, were pretty cute. “Guys”, she said as they finished pulling their pants down – no underwear on them either - their faces a mix of smiles and wonder; talk about a lucky day! Cheryl, after all, was at least as hot as Katie, maybe more so. Both boys were as hard as they could get. Both dripping with pre-cum and their cocks standing up almost vertically, straining like it nearly hurt. But, well, if it did, it wouldn’t be for long.

“How old are you guys?” Cheryl asked.

Nathan mumbled “Thirteen” and Darren almost proudly said “Twelve”. Cheryl stood up and looked at Nathan. “Wanna have some fun?” Nathan’s cock flicked upward on its own, hard. It was quite a nice cock, Cheryl thought, pretty big for his age. And his balls were especially attractive, just something about them as they hung there from his near-hairless crotch. Quite different from Alex’s package but vive la difference! as her French teacher might say. She stood up and motioned to Nathan. “Over here! Name?”

“Nathan. And I can cum, too.”

“Great,” Cheryl said. “I’m hungry. Just lie down here.” She had led him over to the long seat of a banquette and had him lie on his back, playing with his cock and balls in the process. “I’m Cheryl and you’re gonna love this.”

She lifted her short cotton skirt, under which she wore no panties (She never did unless on her period). She climbed over and straddled his thighs, saying, “Let’s get started with this,” pulling one of his hands to her cunt.

Meanwhile Katie had taken Darren by his hard cock and led him over to a similar banquette. She sat on the edge of it with Darren in front of her. His cock felt very sweet. It was pretty small, clearly with lots of growing to do, but very, very hard. When she first took hold of it she thought he might pass out – she could feel his whole body start to sway.

“First time?” Katie asked the boy.

“Uh huh.”

“How old are you really?”

He paused, had a thought, then said: “Eleven. Last month”.

“Can you shoot cum?” Cheryl had begun jacking his little dick, massaging his small balls.

“ Well, um...um...”

“You can tell me. I’m just a meat girl.”

His hands were on her tits, rubbing. “Well ... no. I try but nothing comes out. But I do get, like a shiver or something. When I jack it. The guys, well, they laugh at me.”

“Well fuck them,” Katie said and took his whole cock, all of it, into her mouth. Darren groaned.

Katie made that cock her own. She used her tongue to climb the short shaft, to lick the slick glans, to push it into Darren’s pee-hole as much as she could. He had a surprising amount of precum (and very tasty, too) and she ate that up. She bobbed her head, jacking him with her lips. From the moans she was hearing she gathered she was having positive effect.

While she was giving this lad his first ever blowjob, she licked a finger and reached one hand around him and parted his ass cheeks. She rubbed his asshole, pressing and sliding, slipping and gliding. When she felt she was getting unspoken signals from the boy, she wheedled a finger right into the hole, deep. There was no resistence. She explored and groped until she found his prostate and pressed and rubbed.

And then in her mouth she felt something familiar that she had only recently come to know: Darren’s little cock grew just a bit bigger, and even, if that was possible, harder, especially his knob. There were some kind of little spasms starting. Excited at what she might be accomplishing, Katie got her tongue working especially hard and pumped away with her lips wrapped around the base of the cock. She pressed and rubbed even more with her finger on his prostate. And then it happened: Darren’s cock fully spasmed – so violently she had trouble even keeping it in her mouth. Instantly, she quickly yanked her finger out of his asshole. (How had she learned all this?) And so, like a big surprise, Darren shot a load of cum. And not a bad amount for his age and first time either, Katie thought as she succeeded in swallowing every little bit of it. It tasted quite pleasantly musky and had that lovely viscous texture she had only recently felt and come to love from Daddy.

She let Darren’s little cock slip out of her mouth and realized that her hands, wrapped around Darren’s upper legs, had become critical to keeping the boy from falling down. He had half passed-out. For real.

At the same time, Cheryl had done a serious number on Nathan. She sucked and sucked his cock, twirled her tongue on it, pumped him with her experienced hands. She would take both of his balls into her mouth at once and clamp down just hard enough to where pain and pleasure danced together. Testicular pain, she knew from Alex’s training, is deep and a bit frightening, felt over a guy’s whole body, right at the edge of nausea and too much. But applied just right it could almost make a guy cum.

Nathan, horny boy that he was, nearly came a few times, had more than once started spasming, going to the edge but not quite over. Because Cheryl was an expert with a great near-psychic talent to know precisely where a guy’s edge was and when and how to dangle him just over it. She and Alex had spent many wonderful hours perfecting such techniques. In their earlier days when they were so young, Alex would complain that Cheryl’s orgasms went on so much longer than his male ones could and she could get back into it all so much faster due to his having to wait through the refractory periods. (Although, to be fair, in their early days when they were so, so young, those weren’t really all that long).

When Nathan wasn’t dodging his eruptive bullet, his face was planted completely in Cheryl’s beautiful cunt. Her labia were so soft and warm and slippery his tongue and lips just couldn’t stop mating with them. Bliss. Cheryl’s clit was also a delight to Nathan. Not that he had anything to compare it to, but it was bigger and more extended than most, making it not only easy to find but also with a larger surface area than usual which really kept Cheryl going. During their encounter, for some reason Nathan started counting Cheryl’s orgasms, but after a while simply lost that count.

But Cheryl hadn’t; she wanted to have details for Alex when she told him about this surprise Starbuck’s romp. However after nine climaxes she decided she would round things off at ten. She took Nathan’s sweat-soaked face, practically ramming his tongue onto her clit. And Nathan instinctively bit down on it just right and began to once again suck on it like it was a small cock. Cheryl let herself fall into it and, as ramped up as she was from all the previous activity, let herself dive into a multi-jerk and just splendid orgasm.

After a minute, Cheryl looked up at Nathan as she lay back on the banquette seat. She got him sitting on her lower chest and began to stroke his cock.

“On my face, Nathan. On my face.”

The two of them took turns stroking Nathan’s ready-to-burst cock. This time Cheryl didn’t use any of her delaying techniques and Nathan, already ridiculously keyed up, exploded, spraying big globs of cum all over Cheryl’s face which she proceeded to scrape up and both eat and spread around like a face cream. Her last scoop she held up to Nathan.

“Taste?” she said.

Nathan smiled and opened wide and dreamy, licking his lips as he swallowed his own tasty cum.

Nathan stood up shakily and turned to look for some water. And nearly bumped into his young buddy Darren. They just smiled loopily at each other. Darren looked down at Cheryl, lying on her back with her legs spread, her gaping cunt all wet and syrupy. He looked back at her face.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Cheryl noted the boy was already rock-hard again even just after his time with Katie. She smiled at the eleven-year-old and said: “Would you like to fuck me?”

The boy didn’t say a word, just stepped forward and slid his wet hard cock into Cheryl’s still-pulsing cunt. Cheryl decided she could handle one more orgasm, so she pulled Darren in tight and they had a very nice fuck together. Both coming hard, like rolling waves.



When Cheryl and Katie extricated themselves from the boys they were wrapped up with and went to retrieve their iced lattes, there was a sudden eruption of applause in the cafe. The girls could see that it was being led by the older wide-smiling barista and was composed of about a dozen or so customers who must have gathered when the girls were “otherwise engaged”. They took a theatrical bow to the smiling audience, a mix of older men and women, all grinning and chuckling.

Katie went over to the three boys who were gathered together pulling on their pants and trying to stuff their not-quite-limp cocks behind their flies. It occurred to her, given what just went down, and their age, that it might be quite a while before they were ever completely limp again. Cheryl had shared with her all the boy-stories, -truths and -compulsions of being a young lad that Alex had told her about.

“So thanks, guys! That was such a nice surprise!”

The boys mumbled a general rumble of true gratitude.

“I’m sorry,” Katie continued, “that I couldn’t fuck you because, being a meat girl, there are certain rules and things. But I think it all worked out anyway.”

The boys were, in their post-sexual torpor, in complete agreement, and muttered so in unison. Nathan’s cock had gone completely hard again and he was struggling to get his pants on. The others were guffawing in amusement.

“So boys,” Katie said to them, “I’m going to be roasted on Saturday and I wondered if you would like to come out for it. Get to watch it all go down and then eat some of me!”

All three boys lit up and shouted “Yes!” at the same time.

“You’ll have to get your parents permission of course, but they’re welcome to come, too. It’s not going to be a huge barbecue, so I think,” she spread her hands and arms in a displaying-herself gesture, then brought one hand down to cup her cunt, “there will be enough meat to go around!”

The girls and their mom were sitting around the dining room table that evening, waiting for Dave to come home, late, as he had predicted. Beth had made a meat and vegetable casserole, family-dubbed the Sunday Casserole - that could be kept warm for quite a while, a dodge she often successfully used given Dave’s unpredictable work schedule. But unbeknownst to her family, she had used another tactic to please them at dinner: most of the meat in the casserole was girl meat, in this instance a ground blend of thigh and breast along with – the butcher at the supermarket promised – about ten percent cunt, specifically labia fillet also ground. Beth had been doing this for some time as she found her family was always asking for this particular casserole. The cunt wasn’t always available and while she couldn’t be certain she believed there was always something missing when it wasn’t included. Beth’s family had no idea that she had been into girl meat for ages but she preferred, at the moment, to keep that to herself. SAs with other things, she had her reasons.

Beth and the girls babbled on about this and that for a while but she could tell the girls were holding back, that they had some particular story to tell. Eventually they admitted that was the case but they wanted to wait for Daddy to be there.

The Daddy who had been quite the busy beaver. Dave was a corporate lawyer and steeped in meticulousness and detail; it was in his bones to find out everything about anything he was about to get involved with. There was lots of information on-line of course, but after studying all that, he also set up a sort of practicum with one of his clients, Tim Webber, who ran a consulting business on cannibalism and all its intricacies. Many fathers wanted to cook their own daughters, but lacked any experience, so Tim was there, for a fee, to make sure they did everything right, especially the tricky insertion of the spit which required training for accuracy and the best result, critical to an exceptional girl barbecue. Tim had previously worked as a butcher and then event provider for one of the leading girl-meat companies in town and so he had the background needed to branch out on his own.

Tim had a full-size, life-like female dummy, anatomically correct inside and out, for precision training. And for significant extra cost he would also procure a live girl to spit as a kind of final exam. Dave, wanting the very best for his sweet Katie, opted for this latter. And, as it happened, for a bit more money Tim had a further offer: thinking ahead, he and his wife had been raising 6 children, not surprisingly all girls (with his wife now knocked up with a seventh). They now ranged in age from five to sixteen. Tim had suggested his eldest, Abby, for Dave’s exam because, first of all, she had become a bit of a handful on the behavioural front, and, as well, he had developed a slightly modified verson of the classic spit and was eager to test it out. Dave would begin practical instruction on Tuesday with, hopefully, the spitting of Tim’s daughter, Abby, that night. Tim thought it would be most exciting and rewarding for Dave – and Katie – if his Abby was his first spit.

Dave finally arrived home for dinner . He walked in, gave his family his big patented smile. Katie looked at the handsome and still very trim thirty-eight year old man with undying love. Cheryl, too. He was someone they could always trust and so they never withheld from him. Not to mention that they were both simply dying to tell their story.

“Thank God you’re here,” Beth said. “The girls seem to have had some sort of adventure today that they’re desperate to tell us about but they kept clammed up until you got here.”

“Well,” Dave said, “I can’t wait to hear it, but first things first.”

He had begun to undo his belt as he threw his jacket over a chair. “Honey-pie,” he said to Katie, “It’s been a long time since breakfast!”

Katie beamed as she stood up. “Right here? On the dinner table?”

“Why not?” her Daddy said as he pulled his pants and underwear down, releasing his very hard big-headed cock. “Lie down!”

Katie, already naked of course, quickly got on her back on the table and spread her legs, opening her cunt wide with her fingers.

“We’ll just have a quick one before dinner. We’ll have more later. And make sure to leave all my cum in your cunt during dinner. You can figure out why.”

Cheryl and Beth looked at each other: a before-dinner treat! They watched as Dave, still with his shirt on, quicky mounted his youngest daughter and proceeded to drill his cock into her, no foreplay this time. He’d clearly been thinking about this all day, Beth thought. Could hardly wait. Both Katie and Dave put on a good if brief show, but one with great timing: they both came at the same time. Dave shouted a big loud “Fuck!!”, his face contorted with joy, and Katie half-screamed over what she, too, had been waiting for all day.

When her husband and daughter finished up with Katie licking Daddy’s cock clean as a whistle and with a special little suck on the hole at the end, and holding her hand to her cunt as she got down from the table, so as not to spill any cum, Beth went to the kitchen and fetched the casserole from the oven while the girls went to the sideboard and retrieved plates and utensils, along with a bottle of red wine. (Beth preferred white wine with girl meat but she said nothing). Katie took the cork from the wine bottle and stuck it in her cunt to hopefully stop any undesired cum out-flow. And it felt good, too!

In short order they all got to eating. Dave had not put his pants back on and Cheryl, from the angle of where she was sitting, to his left, kept getting tantalizing views of her Daddy’s still half-hard and shiny cock. And his achingly attractive low-hanging balls; they dangled when he spoke excitedly about anything. It made her think of church bells. She was increasingly having trouble ignoring her seething desire to fuck her Daddy, especially having watched him in action so much of late. But this was Katie’s week and she would never do anything to spoil that.

“So what’s the big story?” Dave asked the girls as he swallowed a mouthful of casserole, throwing a practiced wink of appreciation and an “Mm, hmm!” to Beth.

“Well,” Katie began, all excited. “It’s about sex and me and Cheryl, but you must know that I, Katie, did not fuck anybody.” She looked at her Daddy. “I know the rules: I am only yours now. Forever. Your meat. But I did push the envelop a bit.” She paused with a smile. “Personally I don’t think cock-sucking is at all the same as fucking. One of the past presidents even said so.” She laid that out on the table for a moment and looked at her parents. There were held-back smiles.

“So what’s the story, Katie?” her dad asked again.

Katie looked at Cheryl. They both stifled titters, then gave up and laughed out loud. “We had SUCH a day!” Cheryl blurted. And the two girls, Katie and Cheryl, proceeded to tell their parents the story of their Starbuck’s afternoon, from each of their perspectives, in all the detail they could recall, which was most of it. They praised both the boys and themselves and remembered to include a thanks to the barista who let them get away with it all.

Their parents enjoyed the story. They laughed in the right places and appeared to get aroused in others. They even applauded when the girls said “The End”.

“But honest, Daddy,” Katie said, “I didn’t fuck anybody. Cheryl sure did, but not me. I stayed true to being a meat girl.”

“Maybe, honey,” Dave said, as he swallowed the last of his helping of casserole, “but you came awfully close. I won’t change any of our plans but you will have to have some punishment.”

“No, Daddy, no!” Katie said, pretending to be upset. In fact she couldn’t wait. “Not, like, right now? Please, no!”

“Right now. Come here.”

Katie got up and adjusted the cork in her cunt to make sure it was still well-planted and her pussy wasn’t leaking any of the cum. She went to her Daddy and simply laid over his lap, but ensuring she had a hand wrapped around his cock under her. Her cute little ass stuck up nice and high, in perfect position for what was to come. And what was to come, came right away. WHACK! Dave’s open hand came down on her bum with full force. It really hurt. Katie shouted but loved it. Another hard whack.

“Dave said, “You do understand why I’m doing this, Katie, right? It’s for your own good. You still have a few days left to live and I want you to live them properly. I am still your father, after all!”

Two more hard whacks in quick succession. Her cheeks were reddening up. Two more more whacks, even harder. Katie started to whimper, although never letting go of the cock in her hand, a cock that was getting harder with each slap.

Some more whacks – Dave was determined and got his answer as Katie fell into full-out crying and wailing. “Daddy, no! Please! Please stop!” and then she was lost in her blubbering as Dave held nothing back and whacked as rapidly and as hard as he was able. Although his hand was getting quite sore.

Katie’s screaming was very real, but she never let go of Daddy’s cock, which now felt like hot steel.

Cheryl watched all this in complete envy. Which shocked and confused her as she hadn’t thought this about herself before, and their Daddy had never before spanked either of his daughters. She was normally terribly averse to anything painful. Now she thought – knew - she wanted Daddy to spank her like that just as much as she wanted him to fuck her, just like she’d seen him do to Katie before they ate dinner.

Beth sat and watched quietly, saying nothing, fighting a smile on her face. She understood.

Finally Dave stopped the beating, although Katie still wailed. He gently carressed Katie’s blood red cheeks with his own now-very-pink hand. It would be a while before she would want to sit down. Dave parted those crimson cheeks and probed a finger down between them. He found her little asshole and began rubbing it gently, then more firmly. Gradually, taking his time, he got a finger into the entrance. Katie’s screaming had stopped and reduced to intermittent whimperings. The more he got his finger in that hole, and then a second one, the more Katie’s noises changed in tone: less a whimper now and more like an elongated sigh. By now Dave had a third finger inside his daughter and there was no resistence. Her asshole had completely opened up and was welcoming. Katie started to pant.

She still had a death-grip on Daddy’s insanely hard cock. And she knew what she wanted to do with it. She was still crying, weeping, when she said, “Daddy?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“You...you know what to do, right?”

“You just tell me, darling. You deserve whatever you want.”

“I’ll show you,” Katie said, softly, her tears slowing. She managed to get off his lap and on to her feet without letting go of his cock. She stood up and looked him deep in the eyes. She cupped his big balls in her other hand and squeezed them as she talked.

Cheryl thought she might have to leave the room. Her pussy had become so drenched it probably needed a towelling down. And her hand, too, as she had slipped it under her skirt and plowed it into her cunt, squeezing her big clit, back when Daddy started the whacking. It was all she could do to stop herself from getting up, lifting her skirt and throwing herself on Daddy’s lap. Her so very loving, kind, sweet and brutal Daddy. Katie was standing so that her glowing bum was directly in Cheryl’s line of sight. She could see as well Katie’s hand gripping Daddy’s rigid cock.

But Cheryl wasn’t going anywhere. She was too enthralled, too fascinated, too fucking horny to miss what she was sure was coming next.

Her Daddy - and her sister – did not disappoint her.

“Do it, Daddy,” Katie said into her father’s eyes. She turned and somehow without dropping Daddy’s cock, positioned herself over the edge of the dining room table with her ass up and sticking high in the air. She handed Daddy’s cock to him, saying, “Do it, Daddy. Do it as hard as you can. Make it like a preview of the steel spit only in the ass. Ram, me Daddy. Now!!”

Daddy obeyed her. He pulled his fingers out off her rectum and moved his cock into place. He took a moment to gently fondle her so-red cheeks again, then separated them, took aim with his cock and fucking plowed his little girl. They both screamed, if for different reasons. Once he was in, he stopped for a second and Katie yelled, “No! Don’t stop! Fucking ram me! Make me scream, make me cry again but don’t stop. And don’t come until I tell --“

Her words got lost in her wail as her Daddy did as he was told and pummelled Katie like a piston on speed, all the while holding on to her tits as if they were indestructable handles. It was a wonder to behold, Cheryl thought, watching and wishing and dreaming while a realization of that dream was right in front of her, right here at the family dining room table.

More than once Daddy said he was going to have to come, but Katie would have none of it and shrieked for him to keep going. But, eventually, neither of them could last any more and animal noises Cheryl was convinced could be heard across town blared as her father and her sister orgasmed and the ass-fucking stopped. When Daddy pulled out of Katie’s bum, his cock was covered in blood.

Katie turned her head to look back at him through her tear-stained face and said, very softly, “Thanks, Daddy. I won’t do anything wrong again. But you might have to remind me so I don’t forget.” Daddy gave a big broad smile to his little cutey-pie and hugged and kissed her gently on her parted lips, their tongues instantly entwined and exploring, daddy’s hands still kneading her lovely tits.

Beth had gone to the kitchen and returned with one of her dessert specialties: a chocolate sauce cake. She scooped out a goodly portion on each of three plates and set them before Dave, Cheryl and herself. She handed a spoon to Katie, who immediately reached down to her worn cunt and pulled out the wine cork she had jammed in there earlier. It turned out to have been a successful move. Right away she could feel Daddy’s before-dinner cum start to flow out of her. She got the spoon in there immediately and scooped the cum and carried on to enjoy her own special dessert. Mmmm....

On Tuesday, Katie and Cheryl went out shopping again, this time for food for the barbecue dinner. Roast Katie was to be accompanied by braised brussel’s sprouts, almandine green beans (to be prepared by Katie as it was her kitchen specialty), pan-fried potato and sweet potato medley, with a yogurt and scallion sauce, all sided by an endive, grapefruit and pecan salad – and, of course, various cuts of Katie.

On this shopping expedition they did not encounter any horny young boys (later admitting they were kind of disappointed) although there were, in the course of the afternoon’s market food-fondling, three different much older men keen on fondling of a different sort. Each in their own way got good feels of meat-Katie’s pussy and tits, one of them, perhaps seventy years old, even giving her a gentle kiss on the lips as he wished her well for her “big day”, while sticking in and pulling out and licking a wet finger from her cunt. The other two guys, perhaps in their late forties, were especially nipple-focussed and certainly got those nipples aroused. Although, not surprisingly, they also took a couple of nice swipes at her cunt, both giving a squeeze to her clit, well-advertised as it was by her gleaming-in-the-sun cunt tag. Being of older generations, they only referred to her as “meat” – as in, “So, have a great day, meat!” But, to Katie, they seemed sweet and kind about it, so she thought it amusingly cool.

Cheryl said as they drove home: ”It must be amazing to know – to just know - anybody can fuck around with you, with your body. More or less just take what they want. And then they’re so nice about it! Like, not creepy or disgusting.“

“Cheryl, it’s just so horny you wouldn’t believe it! I almost wish I could live longer so there could be more of it. It’s like I suddenly have a power!”

Cheryl was driving and looked back and forth between the road and her sister. “But you really have to be meat before you can do that, right? It just wouldn’t play out otherwise, right?”

“Totally right. That’s what’s so great. You’re like an available goddess or something, like almost nobody else in that moment. All previous limitations just gone. You have no idea how special it makes you feel!”

“But you’re gonna have to die for it. Like, actually die! How does that part feel?”

“Exciting. No more worries, no more plans to fret about. No more disappointments. No more judgements. No more confusions. Just one week of perfection! ”

“A week that’s getting shorter by the minute.”

“I know, right? It’s the greatest anticiption fever ever! Gives me the shivers!”

Cheryl concluded, not without some envy, that her sister must be so orgasmed-out by now that she was operating on a different plane.

Wednesday night Cheryl realized there was something she needed to ask Katie before she went to bed. She walked into her sister’s room (they never knocked) naked as usual before bed and discovered Katie lying on her bed with her crotch full of Daddy’s mouth. Oh, right, she thought: he’s here for their nighty-night fuck.

“Oh, sorry,” Cheryl said.

“That’s okay, sis. Daddy’s just about to give me my last fuck before official tenderizing begins tomorrow. You’re welcome to watch.”

Dave lifted his head and addressed Cheryl, “Yeah, sure, darlin’. Stay and have a look-see. It’ll make it hot for us, right, Katie?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Cheryl felt all mixed up. “Okay, but Daddy? You know, like, it’s a bit hard for me, right? To watch.”

Dave looked at her. He scanned her very beautiful – perfect – naked body. “Makes you horny?”

“Yeah, Daddy. Makes me...” she swallowed. “Really makes me want to fuck you. But I know now is the worst time.”

Dave paused in his detailed fussing with Katie. “I don’t mean to ignore you, sweetie, but Katie...”

“I know, Katie has to be first right now. I totally get that. “

“After the barbecue,” Daddy said, “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

Katie giggled, grabbed her dad’s cock and said with a chuckle, “And you better, Daddy. My sister is a really great piece of ass.” She shoved his cock into her cunt and they went at it.

Cheryl sat on a soft chair and began rubbing her pussy, matching the rhythms of her dad and sister and managing to come pretty much at the same time as they did, her body vibrating all over, inside and out.

During the day on Tuesday, Dave, always a perfectly researched student, had gone through the paces with Tim. The big trick, as Dave already knew from his research and general talk, was to poke the steel spit up through the cunt, punch through the cervix, puncture the uterus and slide into the stomach. Pause for a moment to settle things, then align the rod to go up her esophagus, through her throat and into and out of her mouth. Being sure to not hit heart or lungs. Obviously this last task was not only the most critical but also the most difficult. A wrong move and the girl would be killed too early. The roast and dinner would still be fine but the sweet and agonizing journey for the girl – and the guests – would be lost.

Under Tim’s supervision, Dave practiced on the dummy with great attention and vigilence.

“You’ve really got a knack there, Dave!” Tim exclaimed after only Dave’s first try, getting it completely right. “But make sure to leave just a little slack around the cunt so she can writhe a bit, and ideally cum a few times before things get too hot. And here...” He showed Dave how to attach the small spit that would prevent her from spinning while rotating in roasting – a sharp rod into her anus and secured with a screw-clamp to the main rod.

Dave went through the exercise three more times on the dummy, getting it perfect each time, the dummy’s mouth pried open with the spit rod sticking out two feet each time.

“Modern spits,” Tim explained, “have a rod-within-a-rod with strategically-placed holes so the meat can breathe for a little so as to stay alive as long as possible. What I have done is design it just a bit differently with staggered holes and at the lower end a fairly large wide opening to encourage more air initially from the lungs into the esophagus and thus into the spit. I’ve had great feedback.

“You’re an expert,” Dave said.

“Well”, Tim said, “I’d like to be. I really find all this so fascinating. Makes me horny, actually. And I love to help.”

Dave high-fived the man.

“So,” Tim said, “Would you still like to do my daughter, Abby? “

“If you don’t mind, Tim. I really want to be sure I can be perfect for my Katie”.

“Okay, Dave. I’ll go get her. She’s a bit reticent but in the end she has no choice.”

Abby was more than “reticent”; she was fucking furious. Dave had never seen a girl so angry. She screamed at them both and said they had no right. That nobody fucking “owned” her and she would make her own fucking decisions. That she had no fucking desire to die and who the fuck did they think they fucking were! She escaped from Tim’s tight grip and threw everything she could get her hands upon across the room. Including the spit which she tried to spear her father with. But Tim was an agile and in-shape man, and he had Dave’s not-inconsiderable assistance and soon they were able to subdue the small girl, slamming her down on the spit-table and near- strangling her until she went limp, allowing Tim to show Dave the proper knotting techniques with the twine trussing and in short order Abby was bound (and gagged) much like a pig, lying on its back on the table, shaking.

“See what I mean?” Tim said. “Now, we do need to lube her up a bit so the spit goes in nicely, easily and precisely. And she is my daughter. So I’ll give her a good fuck and cum-lube her. Better late than never I suppose.”

And so he fucked her hard. Dave sould see that she orgasmed although he also thought that he could see she tried so very hard not to. As she reached her peak, Dave slid the spit into her cunt, the first six inches, almost touching her cervix. He gave a quick look to Tim, who nodded, and Dave rammed the rod right up through Abby, barely pausing in her stomach before targeting her esophagus and getting the spit up and out of her mouth. Very quick and very precise. Tim and Dave smiled triumphantly at each other while Abby screamed terribly (they had not bothered to give her the pain-reduction pill). When the rod tore out of her mouth and popped the gag her screams changed tone, of course, as her vocal chords had been shredded.

“Perfect!” Tim said. “Well done!”

“Best teacher in the world,” Dave replied.

Tim picked up a knife and walked to the end of the table and looked down at Abby. Despite her squeals and screams, she was twitching, writhing on the spit. He looked at her snatch and it was clear another orgasm was going on. He glanced up at Dave and both raised their brows in proud salute and smiled and watched until the climax ebbed. Tim put an ear to the spit and could hear good airflow – his modification appeared to be working. When her convulsions slowed Tim slit Abby’s throat, her blood gushing into a waiting bucket below her head. As this was just a practice run, there was no need for the spectacle of roasting her. Tim would simply butcher her and freeze her various cuts for future family dinners.

On Thursday morning, Daddy showed his little girl what he had prepared for her final days, her official tenderizing days. Years ago he had built a tool and gardening shed in their large back yard, all being very tidy and organized as was Dave’s way. He’d even planted trees and annuals around it to make it seem like more than it was, almost like a tiny cottage. A couple of years back one of Beth’s nephews, Jerrod, had come to visit for a summer so Dave brought in a nice cot into what they simply called “the Shed”. He even ran plumbing and installed a shower stall and toilet. Yesterday Beth had dressed the bed with ironed sheets (with several spares on a shelf; changes would be needed she was certain) and a fluffy comforter. She brought down a few pictures and keepsakes from Katy’s room to personalize the Shed a bit for her. For this was where she’d spend her last two days.

“It’s great, Daddy!” Katie said, meaning it. For her final hours, her own little home and fuck-pad. She couldn’t have been happier.

Dave took her outdoors and to the side of the Shed. And there Katie saw it for the first time: the barbecue pit! It was deep and wide and lined with river rock. At each end of it, staked vertically into the earth were tall iron bars ending upwards into a “Y”: the rack upon which the spit would be rested during cooking. And there were three other semi-“Y’s welded along the poles to allow for height adjustments. At the ass-end the electric rotisserie was affixed to its on pole and aligned to where the spit-pole would end.

“It’s beautiful, Daddy! You’ve gone to so much trouble!”

“Thanks sweetie. I only want the best for you.” Dave had decided the investment in time and money was worth it. After all, this might not be only a one-time thing.

Dave’s smile was one of pride. He explained to Katie that on such short notice he couldn’t arrange a contractor so he dug and built the pit himself, the day before. With big help from their next-door neighbour, Al, and his fourteen-year-old son, Richard. “I couldn’t have done it without them.” Dave said, “so I offered them a return favour – if it’s okay with you, Katie.”

“What is it?”

“Well, the best tenderizing I