Posted by Ay-Wun on November 25, 2006 at 19:04:07:
Ashley was stunned,
"Mom, you're kidding, right?"
"Why no dear, you know we're not rich!"
When her mother, Helen, had asked what she'd like for her thirtieth birthday, she had thought it not unreasonable to say, a big party. Helen had said fine, and told her to list all the things she'd like in the party. Ashley had proceeded to detail all the things she'd always dreamt of for a party, with all her many friends invited, and a lavish menu, but leaving most of that menu's details to Helen who'd been a professional party planner. All the invitations had been sent, and many professionals hired. Then when she asked Helen what meat would be served, Helen calmly said,
"Why you dear, I thought that's what you wanted!"
"Me mom, dad, me?"
"Why of course Ashley dear, you were the one who wanted this extravagant party, Luke and I thought you wanted to go out wit a bang, Dolcett style."
Her father, Luke, in an exasperated but cajoling voice added,
"You should have known we wouldn't be able to afford a roast girl, I thought you understood that before we committed to all these expenses, that the only way that they could be paid off was for us to have one less mouth for us to feed around here!"
"Now Luke," said Helen, sweetly, "Don't be scolding our girl, if she didn't understand before, I'm sure she'll cooperate, now that she sees what's expected, won't you dear? Now don't be coy sweetheart, I peeked into your diary and saw how much you've fantasized being spit roasted."
" We've hired Alan Hill, of Hill's Meats as your butcher, he's said to be the best in the world," said Luke, persuasively, "We consider all of this to be your birthday present honey."
"Also, Mark Phelan, the famous hair stylist, to expertly remove all your hair." chirped Helen to further coax her recalcitrant daughter.
The idea was appalling to Ashley, to be spit roasted, butchered, and eaten by friends and relatives. But as she thought about it, listened to her parents, as the idea sank in, it began to appeal to her. Her pussy began to moisten as she thought of all the pain. For most of her life, Ashley had gotten off on pain, at first little experimental ones, then more, and more as she grew older, and her mother had always known about it. Now, with Helen smiling a motherly smile, the lovely girl had a small orgasm considering how much pain would be involved.
"Did you just cum dear? Don't deny it!" cried Helen happily.
"Yes mom, I guess I did," said Ashley blushing cutely, "Thinking it through kind of got to me! Now that I think about it, I guess it could be fun. Sure, I'll do it, why not?" piped Ashley, now becoming enthused by the whole thing, as she noticed how hard her nipples and clit had become, and how wet she was.
She threw her arms about her mother, and reached out to include Luke in the hug.
"What did I do to deserve the most thoughtful parents in the world?"
The morning of the party, Ashley rose early and scrubbed herself clean in the shower. She balked a bit when Helen insisted upon deep enemas, but was finally convinced when told she would be inedible without them. She enjoyed the first so much, that she insisted on two more to be certain she was clean.
Mark Phelan had arrived to be greeted by Luke as the cleansing was going on. As Ashley emerged he had her sit in a chair where he thoroughly sheared her curly dark brown tresses, all of which were separated and tied with red ribbons to be given as souvenirs to the guests as they arrived. Next Mark removed the silky hair around her cunt which was put into plastic packets for her special boy friends. She was then completely shaved from head to toe, as Mark tweaked her nipples, clitty, and other erogenous zones expertly.
The guest were all arriving early, as Ashley was very popular in Dolcett, her upcoming roast had been the talk of the town. She came out of the house totally nude, except for platform heels that made her meaty legs look fabulous, and compensated for her five foot one height. Ashley's forty-three, twenty-seven, thirty-nine figure showed that she was meant to be a roast, and it would have been a shame to do it any way except on a spit. Alan Hill had come to the house the week before to grade the meat, as the law required. Ashley now turned around several times to proudly display the four inch circle with the large block 'A' that had been branded into the side of her right buttock.
A chair had been set in the center of the patio, and Luke was sitting there waiting as she emerged. She walked right up and lay across his lap for him to give her thirty sharp swats on her behind, one for every year of her life. A line quickly formed as Luke announced,
"Now I want every man here who's had sex with my sweet girl to give her a swat for each act she's performed with them!"
There weren't all that many men, but she receieved many more than the thirty her father had given her. Between spankings, several guests, both men and women, teased and taunted Ashley by prodding her with fingers, and poking her lightly with forks, confirming her status as a piece of meat.
With her butt bright red, and a blush on her pretty face, in contrast to her very pale skin, Ashley was lifted bodily from her father's lap, and carried to where Alan Hill had set up his portable spitting bench. Ashley had decided she wanted no part in machine spitting, as it took the romance and artistry out of it. Hill was to therefore do it manually, and several strong men were to be her sole restraints. The spitting bench was angled twenty degrees, with Ashley's head at the lower end, to give Hill a downward thrust advantage. First though, while holding the spit stood on its butt end in one hand, he tickled Ashley's clit to get her to cum some more to add to those she'd had while being spanked, for lubrication.
Ashley had wanted to somehow include her best friend Kate in these procedings, but told her she was unable to think of any role she could play. Now though, Kate acted herself. Knowing the pleasure Ashley got from pain, she borrowed a fork from one of the taunters and began jabbing hard into her bulging tits. The combination of pain from her friend, and pleasure from Alan, soon had her pussy flowing like a fountain. Letting Kate continue what she was doing, he inserted the spit and eased it ten inches in. Signaling the men to hold her tightly and to tilt her head back, with one mighty, and artistically perfect movement he thrust the spit all the way through. The scream signal that Ashley's brain sent to her vocal cords became no more than a squeak as the bloody point appeared before her eyes.
Though she couldn't scream, there was pain in plenty, so that her orgasms came now without pause. Then more still, as her ankles and wrists were skewered to a bar that was then attached to the spit. And yet another sort of torment as her already large breasts were injected to double their size with a special sauce that Alan said would make them super tasty. Carried to the pit, a new agony ensued, as the flames licked her form beginning to roast her as she turned. Joy, pure unmitgated pleasure wracked her body, her entire being for the bare few minutes she lasted before happily expiring.
Hours later, as her meat was served, everyone remarked about the fine quality of the meat, and what a wonderful time they had at the party. With but a few scraps of Ashley in the refrigerator, and everyone gone, Helen and Luke looked one another in the eyes, both knowing they had given their daughter a great party. But thought,
"What would their lives be like now without her?" Helen's face suddenly brightened as an idea came to her.
"Luke dear, if we sell the house, the car, and our other stuff, what do you think of the idea of having ourselves as a double roast anniversary party next month?"
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