THE POWER AND THE GLORY

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.