"jessica day cannibalism"
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Story: Jessica Day (Complete)
« on: January 23, 2019, 08:20:35 PM »
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Part 1

"It's very deliberate brain washing and de-humanization of women! The school board should never have approved this.” Rhiannon Lear said as she stared angrily at the machine.

“Will you just relax? It's just a bit of fun to get know how a meat girl feels right before she's spitted.” Jessie Dawes responded.

“If it's so fun, why is it mandatory in order to graduate?”

“Lots of things are mandatory if you want to graduate.”

“Nothing else you have to do is like this though. Getting naked and getting on a spitting machine, that's very different from learning algebra or building a circuit or writing an essay.”

"It's called a Jessica."

"Whatever."

“It's all a learning experience. I mean, this is a lot more fun than algebra.”

“It's so exploitative, as well. If we really, really, had to do this for some reason we could have done it in smaller groups with only girls in home ec. Instead every senior girl is here at the same time and we have this huge audience waiting for us to get naked and maybe even get spitted!”

“Come on, Rhi! You've got a great body, even if you always try to hide it! They'll all enjoy watching you!”

Rhiannon did have a great body, impressive breasts, narrow waist and wide hips. She had auburn hair and elegant features, but none of that meant she appreciated attention. She preferred to dress in in heavy sweaters and long pants even on warm days like this. Should anyone dare to show interest anyway, she had perfected a scowl that worked wonders in scaring people away. Her best friend Jessie also had a body to admire, even if she was slightly less curvy. Her personality was quite the opposite though. She was friendly and cheerful and had colored her hair blonde to match her sunny personality. The two of them had been friends since kindergarten and somehow managed to stay friends all the way through senior year of high school.

“My body is mine and not for anyone else to oogle. It's creepy and macabre to have all those people looking at our bodies and waiting for someone to get spitted.” Rhi said in a huff.

“Don't worry about that. No one is getting spitted, unless they want to. I mean this isn't one of those dangerous machines that spits every girl that gets on it. You have to press a button to get spitted. Completely voluntary.”

“Well, it certainly seems like they think someone might be spitted. Why else would they have prepared those roasting pits that we walked past? And why else is there a truck from that Hawaiian restaurant here? They are planning to cook someone for sure! Roast one of us students!”

“If someone decides to press the button, then obviously she should be roasted. That's the whole point. But it would be her choice.”

“Choice my ass. It's brainwashing I'm telling you.”

“I'm sorry that you're so upset. Let's just get through this, OK?” Jessie said and put a hand on her friend's shoulder.

“Sorry, I'm complaining so much. I just don't like this at all.” Rhi said and gave her friend a weak smile.

It was a beautiful, late spring afternoon. The whole school and plenty of curious parents, friends and towns folk had gathered in the stands of the football field to watch the senior girls pass the ordeal of mounting the spitting machine, or Jessica as it was called. Due to the rapidly growing popularity of spit-roasting women the school board had decided that this was a necessary experience for any young woman who wanted to graduate. It also helped that the tickets sold to this event gave a very healthy injection to the school's budget.

Running the whole show was Ms. Winters, the home economics teacher. She was an intelligent and beautiful blonde in her early thirties. She was a strong proponent of eating girl meat and claimed to have tasted many different girls over the years. Rhiannon couldn't understand it, but despite this she was a very popular teacher and the students always paid attention. She often held lessons on how to cook meat but was forced to use beef, pork and venison. She never failed to remind her students that animal meat was very much inferior to girl meat.

“Look. They're starting!” Jessie said, her excitement evident.

“Of course it's her.” Rhi said as she saw who was first in line to mount the machine.

Debbie Metcalf, an energetic and outgoing brunette, stepped up onto the platform where the machine stood and proceeded to quickly strip off her short skirt and tight, little top. She had gone out with her friends and bought white lingerie specifically for this moment, but didn't draw things out and quickly got rid of her underwear as well. A deafening roar of approval followed as she did a twirl to show off her gorgeous, naked body. 

“Do you think she might actually push the button?” Jessie asked.

“No! Why would anyone push the button?” Rhi responded.'

“I don't know. She's been talking about the cannibal vacation she was on sooo much. She really seems to like the idea.”

“I can't believe she actually has eaten a woman. That's so fucked up.”

“She said it was a volunteer...”

“It's still wrong! Only insanity can make you push the button!”

“I don't know... It is pretty exciting.”

“You're not gonna press the button are you?”

“Of course not, just saying it's exciting is all...”

Debbie climbed on the machine and got strapped down by Ms. Winters. The sharp spit was gleaming in the sunlight, right behind Debbie's bare, vulnerable pussy. Ms. Winters handed Debbie the button, giving the gorgeous girl the opportunity to spit herself if she wanted to.'

“I can't watch this.” Rhi said.

“You are watching...” Jessie said with a laugh.

“I should look away.”

“Then why don't you?”

“I don't know! I can't look away!” Rhi said in frustration.

Jessie just laughed. Debbie wiggled her butt enticingly for a bit and wiggled her finger over the button, but in the end she did not push it. Every girl needed to spend one minute on the machine and once Debbie's time was up she got off from the machine and waved at the audience. They cheered, because she had given as good of a show as she could without actually spitting herself.

Next up was Debbie's friend Alicia Velez, a sexy, raven haired beauty. She stripped with poise and confidence before mounting the machine and looked as if this was nothing new to her. She acted as if a woman letting herself be strapped to a machine that could push a spit through her body was the most natural thing in the world.

“I still don't understand the deal with being naked and having a button. Couldn't we just climb on the machine and be done with it?” Rhiannon grumbled.

“Then we wouldn't truly know what it's like. We've got to know what it's like to be naked and open to the spit and knowing that getting spitted is just one push of a button away. And since we're holding the button it's perfectly safe.” Jessie explained.

“It's not safe! It can never be safe to be on a death machine!” Rhi shot back.

Jessie just smiled and shrugged.

In the following 80 minutes 61 other girls stripped, mounted the machine, got strapped down and spent their minute on the machine without pressing the button. Rhiannon really, really didn't want to watch, but somehow did anyway. She forgot about the audience and everything else. All that she could see and think about was one girl after another climbing up on that awful, evil and dangerous machine. They all left it alive, but who knew what could happen? Some of them did make an make an impression though, even without pressing the button.

Kristina Simic and Julia Pelley, two slim and atheltic brunettes, from the school soccer team were girlfriends and had several very intense make out sessions before and after their turns on the Jessica. Janice Brayton, a gorgeous black girl, did some top notch twerking before getting on the machine. Franceska Amato had the the biggest breasts in school and a lot of people who had dreamt of seeing them got their wishes fulfilled. She loved the attention and the audience what they craved when she  jumped up and down for a while before her turn. Perky blonde Sally Cooper, lean redhead Leanne West and energetic brunette Eva Gimenez were dancers and had rehearsed a strip tease performance together. They danced around the machine as they undressed and practically worshipped the Jessica. Kiki Jones, an outgoing dirty blonde, tried to fuck the spit before she was on the machine, but was stopped by Ms. Winters. The audience laughed, but Kiki displayed no shame.

Lahela Kalami was the girl that drew the most attention though. It wasn't because of what she did before or after her ride on the Jessica. Instead it was because of her family. Her father owned a Hawaiian restaurant in town and it was his truck that was parked on school grounds. Lahela claimed that they had roasted several girls in the restaurant and that she had been there to see it happen and that it was amazing. No other student could confirm this though since those events had been private gatherings and not open to the public. She had said that she one day would ride the spit so there was a lot of anticipation when she took her turn. Like the other girls though, she didn't actually press the button.

With every girl having her turn, Rhiannon and Jessie got closer to the machine. Soon enough there were only two girls ahead of them in the line.

“You or me first?” April Smith asked her best friend Candice Greene.

“I'm going first!” Candice said with great enthusiasm and started stripping.

April was a cute brunette with curly hair and Candice a tall, slender blonde. They were both class mates with Rhiannon and Jessie.

“Go Candice!” April shouted as Candice let her light blue bra drop on the ground.

“One minute on the machine. Press the button if you want to be spitted.” Ms. Winters explained.

Candice knew exactly what to do and she mounted the machine with a bright smile on her face.

“Can I help you strap her down?” April asked.

“Of course.” Ms. Winters said and stood back.

Several other girls had helped their friends get strapped down, saving Ms. Winters a lot of repetitive work. April secured straps over Candice's legs, arms, torso and head.

“Try to wiggle free.” Ms. Winters said.

Candice wiggled and struggled, but all she could was to enticingly shake her pert little ass.

“I'm really stuck here!” Candice said cheerfully.

“Good. I'm going to place the button in your right hand. If you press it there's no turning back. You will be spitted and then roasted. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ms. Winters.” Candice said as the button was placed in her hand.

The button was bright red on a black box the size of a remote control. It was connected to the motor at the back of the machine with a cable. Candice let her thumb gently grace the button.

“How does it feel?” April asked breathlessly.

“I'm completely stuck here. Completely open to the spit.” Candice said.

“Are you gonna press the button?” April asked.

Candice didn't answer.

“Go for it, Candice!” Jessie said cheerfully. “Ow!” Jessie then exclaimed as Rhiannon punched her in the arm.

“Don't say that!” Rhi said and gave her friend an angry glare.

“Just having fun!” Jessie defended herself. “Besides, you've got to admit that we all sort of want to see it happen. Just out of curiosity I mean.”

“She's right. It would be cool to see!” April said. “Sorry, Candice, but it would.”

“Yeah...” Candice said dreamily.

“So, are you going to do it?” Jessie asked.

“No... ?” Candice said, saying the right word, but seemingly not knowing if that was what she wanted to say.

“Of course you're not going to do it and neither is anyone else.” Rhi said.

“Now, now. This is completely up to every girl. Don't be negative if someone chooses to to push the button. Her body, her choice.” Ms. Winters chastised Rhiannon.

Rhiannon had never been chastised by a teacher and was too shocked to answer and too shocked to point out that Ms. Winters hadn't said anything when Jessie told Candice to go for it.

“Your time is up.” Ms. Winters said and started to unstrap Candice.

“I can do that.” April offered.

“No, you should undress. It's your turn now.”

“Ohh... right. My turn!” April said and undressed without hesitation.

Candice had only just climbed off when April climbed on. Candice seemed more than a little dazed and lost in thought. Jessie stepped up and with Ms. Winters approval she strapped April down.

“You can get dressed now. You don't have to stand around naked.” Rhiannon said to Candice.

It was true that some of the girls who had mounted the Jessica had got dressed again, so it obviously wasn't mandatory to remain naked. It was also true however that most of the girls had in fact remained naked, even some girls who Rhiannon knew to be shy and withdrawn. A tall brunette named Marielle Bonner who was too nervous to ever speak up in class was now standing naked and proud, chatting with a popular raven haired beauty named Mika DeVries. They were complete opposites in personality, but now that they were both naked it was clear that they actually had very similar bodies. The thought that their meat would taste very similar flitted through Rhiannon's mind before she chased it away.

“Gaawwwd! I could actually be spitted.” April said.

She had been handed the button by Ms. Winters and it looked like her hand was shaking. Candice had ignored Rhiannon and remained naked.

“You really could... You could just press the button... I could have pressed the button, but I didn't.” Candice said.

Rhiannon thought it sounded an awful lot like she was speaking with regret.


Part 2

“You could really do it! Wouldn't that be fun? Feeling the spit in your pussy and knowing that the only way it's gonna come out is through you!” Jessie encouraged April.

“Don't do that.” Rhiannon said.

She had spoken but didn't manage to say it with the urgency and conviction it required. She wasn't even sure April had heard her. Rhiannon felt weak and distracted. All that she could think about was how beautiful and comfortable April looked on the Jessica.

“I almost feel like I wanna do it!” April exclaimed.

“You'd be delicious!” Jessie said.

“You don't know that!” Rhiannon countered.

“Maybe I don't know for sure, but look at her.” Jessie said and stared at April.

Soft, round, female curves. Smooth, slightly tan skin. It was a beautiful sight, but April was a living woman. It was wrong to eat women, Rhi sternly reminded herself.

“I think I would be delicious!” April said excitedly and wiggled her rump.

“You so would be.” Candice said.

“Awww thanks!” April said as if it had been a compliment.

“And that's time up!” Ms. Winters said.

“Ohhh. OK.” April said with what was clearly disappointment.

“So, who's next?” Ms. Winters asked as Candice unstrapped April.

“ME!” Jessie said excitedly before Rhiannon had the time to answer.

Rhiannon had wanted to go first. Not that she wanted to be on the machine. Of course not. But she wanted it all to be over with and never think of that evil machine again. She really, really wanted to stop thinking about it. Jessie was very quick to undress and mounted the machine without hesitation.

“Do you want to strap her down?” Ms. Winters asked.

“No!” Rhi answered a little too harshly.

“I'll do it!” April said and immediately got to work.

“Ohhh wow. This is nice...” Jessie said.

“I know, right!” April said.

“It's made for girls like us and it just feels right you know!” Jessie said dreamily.

“Especially for you. Your name is Jessica right?” Candice asked.

“Mhmm. I've always been called Jessie, but my given name is Jessica.” Jessie said.

“Here's the button now, Jessica.” Ms. Winters said handed the button over.

“Mmmm... Jessica. I want everyone to call me that from now on. It's kinda cool to have the same name as the machine. I really am stuck now and...”

Jessie's thumb twitched over the button and Rhiannon's heart felt like it was about to stop. She thought she was going to lose her best friend to the evil machine and drew a sigh of relief when it didn't happen.

“Don't press the button.” Rhiannon said.

“What was that? Press the button?” Jessie teased.

“No.” Rhiannon said curtly.

She was in no mood for jokes.

“Just kidding. I wouldn't get spitted...”

“Good...” Rhi began but was interrupted.

“...without you. We'd make an awesome feast, you and me.” Jessie said.

“Stop it.” Rhi said.

“Imagine us roasting together. Friends until the end!”

How awful would that be? Not just one girl getting spitted, but two. Her and Jessica getting spitted at some BBQ party and everyone there eating parts of the two of them. Two young women, just for the sick pleasure of those that were going to eat them. By the end there would be nothing left of the two of them but bones!

“Don't press the button, OK? Not now.” Rhi said.

She didn't think Jessica would do it, but she felt less and less certain about that.

“I promise. I won't press.” Jessica said.

Rhiannon relaxed and took a moment to just look at Jessica on the Jessica. She was even better looking than April in Rhiannon's mind. So beautiful. She was wiggling slightly, but seemed very happy to be where she was. The spit had a very sharp tip and was gleaming in the sun. It was only a foot or so away from Jessica's shaved bare pussy. Jessica even looked like she was wet. That would make it even easier for the spit to enter her. Rhi shuddered.

“She's got to be done soon, right?” Rhi asked Ms. Winters.

“Eager to get on the machine, eh?” April said with a laugh.

“NO!” Rhi forcefully declared.

She didn't want to be anywhere near the Jessica. Why would anyone want to be near such a horrible machine? She was just worried about her friend. That was all. Her friend, who looked so happy and excited on the deadly machine.

“And... we're done!” Ms. Winters said, watching a timer she held in her hand.

Rhiannon hurriedly unstrapped Jessica from the Jessica.

“Give it a chance. It's not so bad. Not bad at all.” Jessica said with a bright smile.

“Whatever. Let's get it over with.” Rhi answered.

She stripped quickly without caring one bit if she put on a good show for the audience. Didn't these people have anything better to do than watching High School girls get naked? There was cheering and lewd comments, but Rhiannon did her very best to ignore all that. She put her knees down on soft leather pads, really comfortable and nice leather pads.

“That's it. Now just lean forward and give yourself to the Jessica!” April suggested.

“I'm not going to give myself to anything.” Rhi answered.

She had to lean forward though and she did so. There was one soft leather pad to support her mid section and two more to support her elbows. She was now fully on all fours, naked for everyone in school to see. She tried not to think about that, but she couldn't help but wonder. Did they like what they were seeing? Was she beautiful? She hated herself for being so shallow and worried about other people's opinions, but she couldn't help it.

“OMG, Rhi! You looks so gorgeous on the Jessica. Just perfect!” April said and sounded like she meant it.

Rhiannon couldn't deny that she felt good about the compliment. She also heard a male voice from the audience calling her “fucking hot”.

“Ready to be strapped down?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah. Do it.” Rhi shot back.

This time Jessica worked together with April and before she knew it Rhiannon was stuck. Both flight and fight responses kicked in at once and she struggled against her bondage, but found that she was completely stuck. What was even worse was that people seemed to be cheering for her struggles. How could anyone cheer for a woman being stuck on a machine that could skewer her and turn her into a spit roast?

“I see that you're secured. Very good.” Ms. Winters said.

Rhiannon had accepted that she was stuck and stopped struggling. She didn't want to give anyone a show. She was just passively going to endure this for one short minute and then move on.

“I'm going to place the button in your hand now. You know the deal. If you want to be spitted you can just push the button and it will be done. One minute starts when I give you the button. Very simple.”

Rhiannon thought about telling Ms. Winters that she had no plan to push the button, but decided that would be unnecessary. It would soon be obvious that she had no interest whatsoever in getting spit roasted. The device with the button on top of it was placed in her hand the minute began.

“You really shouldn't hide that body. You look really good.” Candice said.

“You looked really good before, but you look so much better now that you're strapped down.” April added with a laugh.

“You really do, Rhi!” Jessica agreed.

“Of course, you would look even better with a spit through you!” April teased.

Rhiannon noticed that she had forgotten to breathe for a while and took a deep breath. She felt the button under her thumb and realized that she had never been this close to death. One little push was all it took and then that cold, hard spit would begin to make it's way through her body. It would be such an unfair fight. The spit would go through her without any trouble at all, she had no doubt whatsoever about that. It would incredibly painful and there would no turning back. It would be the ultimate and most extreme kind of bondage, a spit going straight through her body. She would be completely powerless, no way of stopping what was about to happen. She would be spitted, but that wouldn't be the end of it.

The gathered audience would cheer and go wild. She had no doubt that they would enjoy her suffering. She could already feel the atmosphere of sexual sadism and that would go into overdrive if someone was actually spitted. Then she would be carried out to one of those roasting pits she had seen on her way to the stadium. This is where her real suffering would begin. She would spin around on the spit. She wouldn't be treated as a human at all, just as roasting meat. She wouldn't be able to speak or do anything. All that would be left in her life would be excruciating pain and suffering. Then she would fade away and die in pain. But even that wouldn't be the end of the horror.

“Ohhh wow... Her pussy is clenching. She wants the spit...” April said.

“You really think so?” Jessica asked in what almost sounded like a hopeful tone.

Rhiannon heard them, but her mind didn't really register the words. Instead she was completely caught up in her own thoughts. Her death on the spit wouldn't lead to a sad and respectful funeral. She wouldn't get a tomb stone where people would go to mourn. No, her death would only lead to a feast. These sickos that had gathered would cheerfully feast on her roasted flesh. Almost all of her would be consumed, with some particularly twisted individuals enjoying her breasts and vagina. It was some demented blend of hunger, sadism, power and sexual gratification that led a man to do something like that.

She wouldn't be remembered for her good deeds or personality. No, she would be reminded as the girl who got herself spitted on “Jessica Trial Day”. Of course, a lot of people would enjoy her meat so in some very wrong way they would remember her fondly. She lived a healthy life and worked out a decent amount. Her meat wouldn't have too much fat or be poisoned by disease or drugs. She might even smell good as she roasted for someone who didn't know what they were smelling. She would be remembered for her meat. And for her stupidity in pressing the button. Or bravery perhaps. Some considered it brave to actually get yourself roasted as meat.

A voice was starting to tell her to just do it. To press the button, to get spitted, to be roasted, to become meat. It had been quiet at first, but was growing more insistent. She would have screamed for the voice to shut up, but there was a problem. The voice was in her head. Being on this deadly machine had somehow dislodged something hidden deep, deep down in the darkest recesses of her mind. A self-destructive, sexually driven desire to just submit completely and push the damn button. She desperately willed the desire to go away and never return, but it just kept growing. All that she had thought about that was so horrible also had an allure that threatened to overwhelm her. She felt the button under her thumb. So damn easy to push and just let it all happen. It was such an extreme choice, but were you truly alive if you never made and extreme choice. Were you ever truly alive if you never shocked yourself and everyone around you?

She could really do it. Just push the button. Her traitorous pussy was telling her to do it. She had been with two boyfriends, but not really enjoyed it. One was a douchey musician that had seduced her and been a selfish lover. The other had been a stable, but boring guy. Completely lacking in passion and imagination when it came to sex. The spit though. This cold, merciless machine could give her the ultimate fuck. It would just keep going and never go soft. It would be her last lover and nothing else could compare to this kind of fucking. Rhiannon never used the word fuck out loud, but why would she? Wasn't it the case that only this deserved to be called a proper fucking? This would be so much more than what she had ever experienced. So much more extreme. It would be the fucking to end it all and she wanted it. She could really do this.

“And that's one minute! You're free to go, Rhiannon.” Ms. Winters said.

The voice of the teacher brought Rhi out of her reverie. She felt a sudden surge of embarrassment over the thought that had invaded her mind. They hadn't invaded her mind though if she was being honest. They had been a part of her all along. She felt weak, confused, lost and couldn't even muster being angry with herself. She wanted to be angry with herself, but knew that it was pointless. When Jessica moved in and started to unstrap her she felt a sudden feeling of loss and regret, but she did manage to get up once she was free.

“How was it?” Jessica asked.

“Awful...” Rhiannon said, only saying it because that's what she was expected to say.

Jessica, who was still naked, had picked up Rhiannon's clothes and now handed them back. Rhiannon could get dressed again, but it felt pointless. Everyone had already seen her naked so what was there to hide? Besides, the attention had already turned to the next girl. It was a cute and friendly foreign exchange student, Hanako Atsuda from Japan. She waved happily to the audience before she mounted the Jessica.

“Let's move out of the way...” Rhiannon suggested.

Jessica nodded and they walked away to join some of the other girls who had already mounted the Jessica machine. A part of Rhiannon wanted to get dressed and go home, but she couldn't muster the will to do so. She had gone through this ordeal and it had messed up her mind, but she wanted to see it all. There were only a few girls left and it would be easy to just stay and see if any of them got spitted. Not that Rhiannon wanted anyone to get spitted, of course she didn't. She didn't want anyone to die. Still, if it did happen, she wanted to see it.
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Part 3

Rhiannon, Jessica and the others who had already mounted the Jessica watched mostly in silence as the last few girls had their turn. Sure, there was some hushed discussion here and there and the occasional giggle, but for the most part silence reigned. Rhiannon wondered if the other girls here had experienced similar thoughts to what she had. Had they been betrayed by their own bodies and minds and felt a dark urge to press the button? Rhiannon felt pretty certain that most, if not all, had.

“Did you feel like you maybe wanted to...” Rhiannon whispered to Jessica.

Rhiannon didn't finish the sentence, but Jessica understood anyway.

“I definitely did. I think that's natural for a girl. The Jessica is made to spit us, so obviously there's a part of us that wants it to do what it was meant to do.” Jessica whispered back.

“Promise you won't tell anyone, but...” Rhiannon began.

“But you felt it too?” Jessica said with a smile.

Rhiannon managed a barely perceptible nod.

“I won't tell anyone, but don't think it's a secret. It's obvious you were tempted.”

Rhiannon felt her cheeks blush red. How could she face anyone of all these people if they knew that she had almost been overtaken by her dark desire to push the button? She decided not to think about it and instead focus on the girls mounting the Jessica. Hanako was now done and a nervous looking, elfin like blonde named Marie Walton started to strip. Hanako stayed behind and said something to Marie that must have helped her because she suddenly seemed more at ease and mounted the Jessica without hesitation.

“I meant what I said before, you know...” Jessica whispered.

“What?” Rhiannon asked, her gaze focused on Marie.

“The thing about wanting to be spitted with you. I mean if I'm gonna do it. You're my best friend and if I'm going to do something as wild as getting spitted then I want it to be with you. To have you experience the same thing as well.”

Rhiannon had two options. She could reiterate how wrong she thought this whole thing was. Of course, her confidence in that opinion had been greatly reduced. So, Rhiannon went for the second option in how to respond.

“That's really sweet of you. I'm glad you're not going to just go off and get yourself spitted on your own.”

Jessica grabbed Rhiannon's hand and squeezed it. They stood like that as the last few girls went through their minute on the machine without pressing the button. A groan of disappointment went through the audience as the last girl stepped off the machine unharmed. Rhiannon felt that disappointment too, even if it was mixed with relief. She was curious now, really curious about the whole thing.

“And that's it folks!” Ms. Winter announced through a microphone. “Every girl has now spent her mandatory minute on the machine. Girls, you are free to leave. Audience, you can stick around for a bit. We have a little surprise in store for you.”

“Guess you were wrong about this being brain washing. No girl pressed the button. It was all voluntary and we were free to do as we wanted.” Jessica said.

“I guess so.” Rhiannon conceded.

She had almost pressed the button, but not actually done it. She and every other girl had walked away unscathed from the machine. It had been an interesting experience that had revealed something about herself, but it had perhaps not been as sinister as she first had thought. It was as if the spell had been broken. The girls all got dressed again, with only a few exceptions. Debbie Metcalf, Alicia Velez and a few others stayed nude, but that was entirely expected for those girls. Rhiannon felt almost back to normal once she had her clothes on and started to make her way back to the school building. That illusion of normalcy was shattered though when they left the stadium and saw the quad. It was here that they had seen pits of coal earlier and those pits were still there and aflame, but that wasn't the big shock. While the girls had been in the stadiums six tables had been set up on the quad and large signs proclaimed what the tables were for.

“SIGN UP TO ROAST FOR THE SENIOR PROM!”

“SIGN UP TO ROAST ON GRADUATION DAY!”

“WORK AT KALAMI'S UNTIL YOU'RE ROASTED – EARN MONEY FOR YOUR FAMILY.”

“ONE WAY TRIP TO ANYWHERE YOU WANT – INTERNATIONAL ROAST EXCHANGE PROGRAM.”

“FACULTY THANKSGIVING ROAST – SIGN UP NOW, ROAST IN OCTOBER.”

“MAKE A DIFFERENCE – ROAST FOR CHARITY!”

Girls had gathered around every table and Rhiannon could already see girls stripping again, so soon after having got dressed. Many of the girls were obviously aroused after this new and strange experience and it looked a hell of a lot like the school was trying to take full advantage of that fact.

“Holy fuck! I thought it was over, but sure doesn't seem like it.” Jessie said excitedly.

“It was brain washing!” Rhiannon exclaimed.

She should have felt more angry than she actually felt. Sure, it was devious and calculating. They got the girls all worked up from being naked on the Jessica and then they hit the girls with an opportunity to actually doing it for real! She could sort of see it from the school's perspective though. Why wouldn't they take this opportunity? Ms. Winters was making her way through the crowd with a megaphone in her hand and she walked up the steps to the school entrance.

“Attention girls!” Ms. Winters started.

It immediately had the intended effect and all the excited chattering that had filled the quad immediately stopped. Ms. Winters went on.

“As you have now noticed we wanted to give those of you girls who really liked today's experience the chance to go all the way. You now know some of the options you have for the future. You might have noticed that you haven't been able to sign up just yet and there's a reason for that. Inside our stadium we've got a crowd and on the grounds we've got an experienced chef. No doubt, the crowd that has gathered here would be willing to pay a lot of money for some delicious girl meat. The kind of money that would really help our wonderful school. So, before any of you sign up for some future roasting I want to give you the chance to roast right now, right here. If you're interested just follow me back to the Jessica machine in the stadium and we can get you spitted at once.” Ms. Winters said and started to make her way back into the stadium.

"Damn her! She's so fucking devious!" Rhiannon grumbled.

"Yeah, I know!" Jessica said with admiration.

Pretty much everyone in the quad followed. For a moment Rhiannon thought they all wanted to be roasted, but then realized that they probably just wanted to see if anyone was going to actually volunteer.

“Come on! We've got to see this!” Jessica said enthusiastically.

Rhiannon didn't protest. She went with the flow, back into the stadium again. A thousand thoughts were trying to gain prominence in her mind, but one thought was dominating; was anyone going to actually volunteer right now?

“You know what would be very cruel?” Ms. Winters asked the audience through the megaphone. “To tease and tempt these young women with just one minute on this wonderful machine and then not allow them to go all the way! That would just be far too cruel. So, now they've got the chance to take another ride. There's a tiny little difference this time though... This time I will be holding the button, and I'm not afraid to push it! And you will all get the chance to feast in some incredible teen girl meat!

The audience erupted in wild cheering and applause.

“You really were right. We were being manipulated...” Jessica said, trying to make herself heard in all the noise.

“Yeah, and why do you look so happy about it?” Rhiannon asked.

“They went through all this work, just to acquire some of our meat. It must be really good!”

“We've got a huge audience here so plenty of opportunities to volunteer, girls. How about it? Make a contribution to the school and get the ride of your life!” Ms. Winters said.

“It's gonna happen... Someone's gonna do it. Someone's gonna get carried away.” Rhiannon predicted.

She had no doubt it would happen. This was all pure manipulation and brainwashing. She had been right all along and even with this knowledge she felt the temptation to run up to the deadly machine and mount it, leaving herself to Ms. Winters mercy. So, Rhiannon could only stand and wait for the inevitable moment when a girl would run up and give her life to the Jessica. She didn't have to wait long.

“I'm gonna do it!” Sally Cooper loudly announced as she stepped up to the Jessica.

The roar of approval from the audience was deafening. They had waited all afternoon for this no doubt, and now they would get to see it. See a sharp spit push it's way through the body of a naked, young woman. Sally's friends, Leanne West and Eva Gimenez were cheering their friend on and jumping up and down in excitement. None of the three friend's had bothered to get dressed since the strip tease they had performed earlier.

“Ohh no...” Rhiannon said quietly as Sally stepped up to Ms. Winters and the Jessica.

“Ohh yes!” Jessica said.

“Ladies and gentlemen! We have our first volunteer! Give it up for the lovely Sally Cooper!”

Once the cheering and applause had died down a little Ms. Winters spoke again.

“Is there anything you want to say to the audience, Sally?”

“Nope! All I want is to ride the Jessica!” Sally said.

The audience laughed heartily.

“Just one thing. You are aware that this time I will be holding the button?” Ms. Winter said.

“Sure am and I know exactly what you wanna do!” Sally said with a laugh.

She then immediately turned around and mounted the Jessica. The audience was dead silent in anticipation as Ms. Winters strapped her student down to the spitting machine.

“SPIT ME! TURN ME INTO A ROASTER!” Sally screamed.

“What do you all think? Should I spit her? Should I push the button?” Ms. Winters asked.

The audience response was of course very strong approval. Ms. Winters theatrically held her finger high up and then lowered it down towards the button. Rhiannon tensed up as if the spit was about to enter her. The finger came down, the button was pressed and the spit started to move forward.

“OOHHH YESSSS! I can feel it!” Sally screamed.

The spit entered her pussy and Sally pushed back against it, fucking the spit. Then the spit suddenly stopped moving. A hush went through the audience. Rhiannon wondered if the Jessica had malfunctioned and couldn't help but feel that would be a stinging disappointment.

“The machine is working just fine and Sally will be completely spitted soon enough, but first we get to see something else. Pay close attention now everyone. This Jessica has a few extra functions that I think you will all enjoy. Including you Sally, as long as you can handle a bit of pain.” Ms. Winters said.

A circular saw blade rose up from the main console under the spit and started to spin. The whirring sound sent a shiver down Rhiannon's spine. It rose up towards Sally's exposed stomach and when it broke her skin Sally started screaming.

“AHHHHH! HUUUUURTSSSS SOOOOOO GOOOOOD!” Sally screamed.

Soon enough it had cut her open from pubis to sternum. Blood was dripping out, but the bigger problem for Sally was the weird looking arms that rose up from the console.

“What's going to happen now is that all of her now useless organs and viscera is going to get sucked out.” Ms. Winters explained over Sally's whimpering.

Rhiannon and Jessica were standing some distance away so they couldn't see every little detail, but they could see that Sally was being transformed from a young girl with a long life ahead of her to meat with only a roasting to look forward to. Her innards was cut and sucked away by the machine and then different arms rose up.

“And now the Jessica is cauterizing the wounds so that our spit muffin gets to live on the spit.”

Flames erupted from these new arms and burned the open cavity where Sally's guts had been. Sally was shaking in her bonds and grunting in pain. Rhiannon could only imagine how gruesomely painful it must be, but even so she couldn't help but think of herself in Sally's position.

“How much did it hurt?” Ms. Winters asked Sally and held the microphone so that the half spitted girl could answer.

“It hurt soooo badly... It hurt worse than anything I've ever felt!” Sally answered between sobs.

“How did the orgasm feel?” Ms. Winters then proceeded to ask with a knowing smirk.

Rhiannon wondered if this was some kind of cruel joke. She had only heard screams of pain.

“I came so fucking hard. Better than anything. Best orgasm ever! All worth it!” Sally said.

She was still sobbing and her eyes were red, but she actually looked happy!

“Time to get you fully spitted.” Ms. Winters said.

“OK.” Sally responded weakly.

The spit started going again and had an easy way through Sally's empty torso, but then met resistance again and Sally started screaming again. Only a little bit later though, the screaming was cut off and the spit came out of Sally's mouth.

“I can't believe we just saw that.” Rhi said breathlessly.

“Yeah. Isn't it just awesome! A real life spitting!” Jessica said excitedly.

They watched together as Ms. Winters secured Sally's wrists and ankles to the spit with the help of two sets of stiff steel cuffs that she first attached to the spit. Last, but not least came the anal stabilizer. Rhiannon felt her own sphincter tighten in sympathy as she watched. Two of the stronger male students had apparently been roped in to help out and they lifted the spit up under Ms. Winters  supervision.

“Ohh fuck. She's still alive!” Kristina Simic said as the spit was carried through the crowd of girls and out from the stadium.

“She's fucking the spit!” a tall and gorgeous brunette named Dina Bayliss noted excitedly.

“Ohhh gawwd! That looks so sexy!” Alicia Velez said with a moan.

"Definitely sexy!" Debbie Metcalf agreed.

All eyes were transfixed on the spitted girl as she was carried away until Ms. Winters spoke again.

“Sally was a great start, she put on an amazing performance on the Jessica and will do even better over the coals. But this is a very hungry audience, isn't it?”

The audience loudly let her know, that they were indeed very hungry.

“These are our friends and family watching. So hungry for... for us.” Rhiannon said.

“Well, you can hardly blame them. I mean just look at us!” Jessica said with a laugh and pinched Rhiannon's butt.

“I guess...”

“So, we're going to need three more volunteers to ride the Jessica today. Who's up for it?” Ms. Winters asked.


Part 4

“Do you think she's going to get more volunteers?” Jessica asked.

“I know she will. The temptation has been planted and now it will pay off.” Rhiannon said.

She felt very certain and she was indeed immediately proven to be correct.

“WE'RE DOING IT!” Debbie Metcalf said and raised hers and Alicia Gomez' hands.

“YES!” Alica added.

The two of them enthusiastically ran up towards the Jessica amid the cheers of the audience.

“Bet their only regret is that they didn't manage to go first.” Jessica said with a laugh.

“I think you're right...” Rhiannon said.

They watched in silence for a while as what had been done to Sally was repeated with Debbie. Rhiannon stood frozen on the spot and could think about nothing else, but what it would be like to be in Debbie's place. Especially so when Debbie had a very obvious orgasm as the spit first  penetrated her. They senior girls were all standing fairly close together, all of them watching the Jessica. At the beginning of the day they had all been very different. They had their various cliques and groups. Some had good grades, some had not. Some were popular, some were not. They all had different plans for the future and different outlooks on life, but now they were all standing together thinking pretty much the same thing. That last bit was obvious from the snippets of conversation that Rhiannon could hear.

“That is so fucking beautiful!” an artistic girl named Lara Carson said from behind Rhiannon when the spit eventually emerged from Debbie's mouth.

“What a way to go!” Julia Pelley said and fondled Kristina Simic.

“Mhhmmmm...” Kristina moaned.

“Best day ever!” a perky blonde named Daniela Robbins said.

“I almost wish I was her.” Candice Greene said.

“Why did you even add an almost?” April Smith asked Candice with a laugh.

“Should... should I do it?” Marie Walton asked Hanako Atsuda.

“Do you want to?” Hanako asked back.

Rhiannon felt as if she was about to explode and do something crazy. There were just too many feelings and thoughts in her head for her to deal with. The voice in her head that had screamed at her to volunteer was now screaming at her to volunteer. It would be so easy, so very easy. Just give up and submit. Rhiannon had never been a spontaneous person though and that wasn't going to change today. She needed to get away and calm herself down a little. Collect her thoughts.

“Can we go, please?” Rhiannon asked Jessica.

Jessica looked disappointed. She clearly didn't want to go.

“We can go watch Sally roast.” Rhiannon suggested, hoping that would be an acceptable compromise.

“Yeah, that could be fun.” Jessica said with a smile.

They walked away together and left the stadium. Rhiannon drew a deep breath of relief. She had avoided doing something really stupid. The quad was mostly empty. Sally Cooper was there though. Roasting and rotating over a bed of coals. Rhiannon and Jessica quickly made their way over. Sally had her eyes closed, but was still very much alive. She looked peaceful and happy. She looked content. She looked as if she had found her true purpose.

“You've come to watch Sally roast? Good decision, there's nothing more beautiful than seeing a girl roast!” Lahela Kalami said with a bright smile.

Lahela was naked and obviously very comfortable with that. Also present were a group of people in chef outfits, presumably they were all working at Kalami's, the family restaurant.

“I guess...” Rhiannon said, staring at Sally.

Last time she had seen Sally the blonde had been gutted and it had been a gruesome sight. Now though, it looked as if she had been stitched back up. Of course, Rhiannon knew perfectly well that there was no coming back from this. Even if Sally hadn't been spitted, there was still the fact that her inner organs had been replaced by stuffing. Lahela was still holding a large, but almost empty bowl of stuffing that no doubt had been used to fill Sally up. The stuffing smelled really nice, exotic fruits and spices that Rhiannon couldn't quite identify.

“So, you're helping the family business? Guess you really were telling the truth about you having done this before.” Jessica said as she stared at Sally on the spit.

“Yeah and we're counting on doing a whole lot more of this after today!” Lahela said cheerfully.

“Glad you're so happy about roasting your fellow students.” Rhiannon muttered.

“Yeah, it is a great to roast someone you know!” Lahela responded, either missing or ignoring Rhiannon's surliness.

“It's time for another basting, my little flower.” an a middle aged man in a chef's outfit said and nodded towards a bowl of brownish marinade.

“Sure thing, daddy!” Lahela said cheerfully and started to add more marinade to Sally's body with the help of a brush.

Lahela painted Sally's body with smooth, long strokes of the brush. As Sally turned, marinade dropped down onto the coals and sizzled. It smelled really good, Rhiannon couldn't deny that. Sally would never speak again, but she did seem to wiggle and moan contently whenever she was basted.

“Sally, can you hear me? Are you enjoying this? Can you do a thumb up if you do?” Jessica asked.

Rhiannon wondered if it was rude to disturb a girl who was busy roasting on a spit, but she was also curious to know. Sally opened her eyes slowly and looked at Jessica. Then she slowly formed her hand into a thumbs up gesture.

“I could have told you that! They all seem to really like it!” Lahela said as she brushed marinade over Sally's lovely rounded rump.

“Looks like we have our next girl incoming!” Lahela said and looked behind Jessica and Rhiannon.

“That's Debbie Metcalf.” Jessica explained.

“Not a surprise!” Lahela said with a laugh.

“And then you'll be getting Alicia Velez.”

“Not a surprise either. Do you know who the fourth girl will be? It would make it easier for us to prepare if we knew what we were expecting.”

“Sorry, we left before a fourth girl volunteered.”

“I guess we will have to wait for the surprise then.” Lahela said with a happy shrug.

Rhiannon realized something. A wonderful scent had filled her nose and it was familiar, yet much better than what she had ever smelt before. It was the smell of roasting meat, Sally's meat! Rhiannon felt her knees grow weak.

“This has been a long day. I think I need to sit down.” Rhiannon said.

“You're right. It has been a long day.” Jessica said.

The two friends went over a tree and sat down under it. Last week they had done some last minute studying for a test under the very same tree, but that now felt like a lifetime ago. Rhiannon felt completely drained and confused. She had made some efforts to maintain her opposition to this whole thing, but it was very half hearted and weak.

“Let's just sit here and enjoy the day, OK?” Rhiannon suggested.

Jessica, being the good friend that she was, nodded in agreement.  The two friends sat there and watched in silence as things unfolded in front of them. The first thing that happened was that Debbie Metcalf was stuffed and stitched up. Lahela was there the whole time, showering Debbie with praise and adulation. Debbie soon joined Sally over the coals and a little bit later Alicia started roasting, making it three. It was quite a site to see three girls who had started the day as regular high school students turning over the coals as spit roasts. Rhiannon had a hard time fully taking in what she was seeing. It was just too much. She never denied that it was an oddly beautiful site though.

The last girl who left the stadium on a spit was a surprise to everyone. Her name was Andrea Riggins. She had been a mousy girls with unkempt hair and terrible fashion sense. She had looked as if her mother dressed her and her mother did so on a very small budget. On the spit though, Andrea was gorgeous! She had large and pleasantly rounded rump that gave her body a wonderful shape on the spit. For the first time as long as Rhiannon had known her she looked happy and confident. All four girls fucked the spit as they roasted, but Andrea kept it up the longest and by the end all eyes were on her before she too stopped moving.

It was hard for Rhiannon to fathom that she was watching her acquaintances die there on the spits, but that was no doubt what was happening. Why didn't she feel horror and disgust over the fact that her friends would die just to make a few meals and raise some money for a school they were about to leave? What she felt was hard to pinpoint, but it was some sort of passive acceptance. Sure, in a sense these girls had chosen their fates, but it had all been done in such a manipulative way. Their sexual desires had been used against them and manipulated them into acting on a whim and giving up their lives. Rhiannon should have been furious. She should have been planning on how to get back at Ms. Winters who was behind all this, but instead she just sat there and watched. She just sat there and enjoyed how beautiful the girls looked on their spits and the intoxicating scent of their roasting meat.

The quad had filled up with people shortly after Andrea was brought out. A lot of them were watching the girls roast. Others milled around, mingling and chatting with people as if this was a perfectly ordinary event. The area that saw the most activity though was the area around the volunteer tables. Rhiannon should have been there to stop her school mates and friends from signing their lives away in a spur of the moment decision, but she couldn't muster the will power to go over there and make a fuss. The mood was so good and relaxed and it felt wrong to disturb it. The girls knew what they were signing up for. The signs made that very clear. What could she say to stop it?

The first girl that Rhiannon became aware of her having signed her life away was Marie Walton. She had signed up for a one way trip to Japan. Rhiannon learned this when Marie and Hanako Atsuda sat down a few feet away to discuss their plans. Apparently they would spend two weeks together seeing everything Japan had to offer before going to a famous restaurant in Tokyo that used to specialize in Kobe beef, but now had changed their main source of meat to girl meat. The girls would have to visit the restaurant every day and get a massage to prepare them for their big day. As far as Rhiannon knew Marie and Hanako hadn't known each other all that well before today, yet somehow they had decided to become meat together far away in Hanako's home country.

Nothing could have stopped Eva Gimenez and Leanne West from signing up for something. Apparently they had made a deal with Sally Cooper that Sally would be the one to roast today, allowing her friends to get a taste. The two friends would then follow in  her foot steps and sign up at one of the tables. They had visited all tables to be properly informed about their options and in the end they had decided to go with Senior Prom, mostly because it was only one week away. They didn't want to wait any longer than possible and were incredibly jealous of Sally who they thought was so lucky for roasting today. Rhiannon learned all this from April Smith and Candice Greene who came by to excitedly talk about what was happening over by the volunteer tables.

April and Candice came over before they had signed up for anything so it would have been possible for Rhiannon to at least make a token effort to say something to stop them from doing it. She didn't though. Instead she just sat there listening. They were so happy and enthusiastic and Rhiannon found their mood contagious. She didn't even manage a scowl, she just sat there smiling as her two class mates talked about their intention of ending their lives as spit roasters.

They had been fully dressed when they first came over, but when they came back they were wearing nothing but tight, white  t-shirts from Kalami's. They would spend a few weeks doing some naked waitressing until the middle of July when they would be roasted together. Rhiannon and Jessica were encouraged to come in that evening and bring their families.

“Of course, you won't make it if you get yourselves roasted before that!” April added with a laugh afterwards.

Jessica had laughed at that and shared a smile with Rhiannon. April and Candice had then scampered away to do show off their skimpy outfits to as many people as possible and do some no doubt very effective marketing for the restaurant. Jessica took a walk around the quad and it was when she was gone that Rhiannon learned who would be roasting for the teachers's Thangiving dinner. It was Daniela Robbins who would have that honor. She was running around naked telling every teacher that they would get to feast on her meat before the year was over. Rhiannon overheard her teasing her English teacher, Mr Malcolm that he had been checking her out for so long, but now he would finally get a taste. She also informed him that she would be doing nude modelling for arts classes through the fall and that he could come over and watch if he wanted to.

“My parents are here.” Jessica informed Rhiannon when she came back.

“Not mine right?” Rhiannon asked.

She had very clearly and explicitly forbidden them from attending today even if the money it cost would benefit the school.

“No, I didn't see them.” Jessica informed.

Rhiannon should have been relieved, but just felt bad. Why had she stopped her parents from enjoying an event where everyone seemed so happy.

“Anyway, my parents are gonna buy some meat and they said you could have some if you wanted to. I said you'd love to, because I know you so well!” Jessica said with a cheeky smile.

“I might just as well say yes right away. I know you would convince me eventually anyway.” Rhiannon said with a defeated sigh.

“Damn right!”

“There's no catch though, right?”

“Nope. You've done a great job helping me keep my grades up over the years and they know it.”

“I'm actually looking forward to getting a taste of Andrea...” Rhiannon said and let her gaze rest on the aforementioned girl.

“Alicia for me. I've always thought she was really hot!”

They sat in contented silence for a while, watching their meals roast.

“Do you really want to roast with me one day?” Rhiannon asked.

Jessica nodded. Rhiannon could see the love and sincerity in her friend's face.

“I didn't do anything rash today because I was prepared.” Rhiannon went on. “I knew this would be brainwashing and manipulation. Normal girls were turned crazy with lust and lost their lives. Ms. Winters knew exactly what she was doing and she did it well. The one minute ride, leaving us wanting more. The whole atmosphere with everyone watching,  bringing out our exhibitionism and submissive desire to please everyone by giving them what they want, our meat.”

“I guess that's all true.” Jessica said with a shrug.

“I was prepared and I didn't make a rash decision, but it still worked on me. Something broke inside of me today. I lost the will to resist. I lost the will to stand up and say stop. I lost the will to fight. To be honest, I'm tougher and smarter than most girls, but I'm just a girl like everyone else. A girl with the same parts, a girl with the same delicious meat. The curiosity inside of me is not going to go away. I will always wonder what it would be like, think about it. And... I think that one day the desire to know and to feel what it's like will be too much and then I'll have give in, give up and just do it. I'll fight the urge of course, but I don't think that will help."

"What are you saying?" Jessica asked with a nervous, but excited smile.

Rhiannon took a deep breath. She was about to say something that she'd never thought she'd say.

"I've come to realize that one day I will be meat and when that day comes I want it to be with you.”

Rhiannon had not know exactly what she wanted to say when she started talking, but the words came to her as she spoke and as they did she realized they were true. A lot of girls were naked and Rhiannon suddenly felt ill at ease in her clothes. She quickly stripped and then turned to Jessica for a reaction.  Jessica had also stripped and by now she was smiling brightly.

“I thought she might say something like that. I hoped you would.” Jessica said and handed Rhiannon something.

It was a brochure from the Roasting for Charity table. Rhiannon could quickly  read that it was an officially recognized charity and that they only had minimal overhead costs.

“You know me so well!” Rhiannon said and in that moment she loved her friend more than she had ever loved her.

Rhiannon did love charity work.

“That I do!” Jessica said.

“Do you wanna go over there, right now?” Rhiannon asked.

Rhiannon wasn't entirely sure she was ready for that, but if Jessica wanted to she would do it anyway.

“No. I just want to sit here and enjoy the day with you. One day it will happen, you and me roasting together. That's enough for me right now.”

“Yeah, that's enough for me as well.” Rhiannon said and leaned her head against Jessica's shoulder.

Together the two friends sat under the tree and watched four girls roast to perfection. That really was all they needed at that moment.

The End
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