First, I want to thank Splyf, a fantastic author, for allowing me to use his characters (Trine and Christina) in a story.

Second, the usual disclaimer. 

WARNING!!!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SNUFF.  IT IS VIOLENT AND BLOODY.  IT ALSO CONTAINS SOME CANNIBALISM.  SOME OF THE VICTIMS ARE MOST DEFINITELY NOT WILLING PARTICIPANTS. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR KIND OF STORY, TURN BACK NOW.  IF IT IS SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE, READ ON.

REMEMBER THOUGH, THIS IS FANTASY.  IF YOU HAVE DIFFICULTY SEPARATING THE REAL WORLD AND FANTASY, AND BELIEVE THAT DOING THIS TO SOMEONE MIGHT BE OKAY, PLEASE GET YOUR HEAD EXAMINED.  I RECOMMEND HAVING SOMEONE DO IT WITH A HACKSAW.

THANKS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS.

Now, on to the story......

Mother's Day

by Azalel

April, 26th        

       Christina Malcolm was nervous. Mother's Day was in two weeks and she still did not know what she was going to get for her mother, Ann. It was a tough decision because after that Sunday, Ann Malcolm would not be around to enjoy anything bought for her.

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       Ann Malcolm was turning 39 a few weeks after the holiday and would be forced to report to the meat processing plant to be converted to meat. If, however, she was snuffed before that, then whoever snuffed her would be allowed to choose the manner of her death.

       Ann, a sensible woman who realized that, at 39, she would likely end up as ground meat for hamburger, decided that she did not want to go out that way. If possible, she would like to be roasted by her family. It was with that in mind that she persuaded her husband, Michael, to cook her for the Mother's Day feast.

       After obtaining Michael's approval, Ann called Mary Bremmer, Ann's best friend (and mother of Trine, Christina's best friend) and invited the Bremmers to the feast as well. Mary, though sad to lose her best friend, agreed to be there to see Ann off. Mary was sure that Ann would provide an excellent meal.

       Ann then told Christina of the plan and assured the crying 16-year-old that this was the best way. It was far better to be cooked by those you loved rather than a stranger. Also, the ability to have some say over your preparation was something to be appreciated.

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       Now, Christina was stumped. With no job, the girl had no money with which to buy something. She would have liked to take her mother to a movie or out to dinner. Something of a mother-daughter night out. Her mother was always hot on doing things together.

       "Maybe Trine," Christina thought, "might be able to come up with something."

       Trine was brilliant. Although she was not the best student in the class, that was due to apathy rather than ability. She was always quick to think up fun things to do. Christina was sure that Trine would be able to think of a solution to the problem.

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       Mary Bremmer was thinking. She was about to turn 38. Even if she beat the weekly lottery for the next year, she would still be processed on her 39th birthday. That meant that she still had only a little over a year to live.

       "Ann is right," Mary thought, "going out that way is better. Trine is 16. She really does not need me anymore. Maybe I should join Ann as meat. Going out with my best friend does sound very nice."

       The more she thought about it, the better the idea sounded. Should she be selected through the lottery, she would have no say in how she was snuffed. She didn't want to be hung or electrocuted. Those were popular methods at the processing plants these days. She decided to talk with John when they went to bed that night.

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       That night, after Brent and Trine - Mary and John's two teenage children - had gone to bed, Mary brought up the subject.

       "Uh, John," she began, "I was thinking about volunteering as meat during the Malcolm's Mother's Day barbecue."

       John was not surprised. Mary and Ann had been friends since grade school. They had done practically everything together, including the orgy that had led to the births of Trine and Christina. Had John and Michael not worn condoms when fucking their friend's wife, no one would have known, for sure, that John was indeed Trine's father and Michael was indeed Christina's father.

       Anyway, he figured, it was not surprising that Mary would want to be converted along with her best friend. John, seeing no reason to refuse, agreed.

       "That sounds nice, Mary," John said. "I know you would feel lonely without Ann around."

       "And no," he said cutting Mary off as she started to object. "I understand that you love us all, but this is your best friend, we are talking about. Hell, you've known her longer than you've known anyone else."

       "Also," he continued, "it is not like we are shortening your life by 5 or 10 years. We both know very well that, should you not be picked for a lottery, you would still have to be processed in only 14 months. Going out now is a small price to pay for choosing how you go, and with whom."

       Mary was ecstatic. Not that she expected anything else from John. He was incredibly understanding. That is what had made him such a good father and husband. The only problem now was what would he do once she was gone?

       "But what about you," Mary asked. "We both know that if you are not barbecuing, you are a hopeless cook. How will you get by?"

       John laughed.

       "Actually," he chuckled, "that issue is easily taken care of. You know Phyllis? My secretary from work? She has been trying for years to get me to bring her home as a second wife."

       "And why didn't you?"

       "Are you kidding," he asked. "With your sexual appetite, there would have been nothing left for the poor girl. I felt it cruel to tie her down like that. Now, however, if she is still interested, I might say yes."

       Mary felt better. Phyllis, in addition to being an excellent secretary, was an outstanding chef. She would do very well as a replacement.

       "So I can tell Ann tomorrow that I will be joining her?"

       "I do not see why not," John answered. "Have her ask Michael if it would be okay if we brought some people with us to this barbecue. If you are on the menu, it would only be fair to invite your father and sister. We would need to invite her husband and kids as well."

       "I can definitely do that," Mary said with a smile.

       That matter settled, both Mary and John rolled over and went to sleep.

April 27th

       RING.....RING.....

       "Malcolm hou....Oh, hi, Mary," Ann said as she answered the phone. "What's up?"

       "Oh, Ann," Mary gushed, "you'll never guess."

       "Then you should tell me."

       "Oh, no," Mary objected. "That would be just too boring. Try and guess."

       "But," Ann countered, "you just said I would never guess."

       "Just try," Mary pleaded.

       "Ahhhh, ok.  Um......you're going to volunteer to be meat at our Mother's Day barbecue."

       "........"

       "Well," Ann prompted.

       "Um......you guessed right."

       "Of course I did. Don't forget, meat, I have known you for 33 years. Ever since I told you I was going to be roasted, I have been waiting for you to tell me you would join me. The only thing that surprises me is that it took you so long to get approval from John."

       "You're a bitch," Mary answered with a laugh. "You know that?"

       "Thank you," Ann said, not sounding contrite in the least bit. "And I do know that."

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       Trine got to the restaurant at 11:30am. She and Christina were going to have a eat before going to a movie. They had originally just planned on a movie, but a call from Christina last night changed that. Christina had something to talk about so Trine suggested meeting at a restaurant. Luckily, the money Trine made from babysitting would easily cover both dinner as well as a movie.

       "So," Trine said to Christina, "what's up?"

       "Well," Christina replied, "you know my mom is going to be roasted at our Mother's Day barbecue, right?"

       "Yeah. Your parents invited us to join you guys."

       "Well, I want to do something for my mom, but I am having trouble thinking of anything she would really like. Do you have any ideas?"

       Trine thought for a few moments and then smiled.

       "I do have an idea, actually. You could join her."

       "What?"

       "Well," Trine said, "we both know your mom has a thing for mother-daughter themes. Remember how excited she got when Karen and her mom were snuffed together last year?"

       "Yeah," Christina said hesitantly, "but that would mean I would be cooked as well."

       "And I am sure you would be delicious," Trine said with a smile.

       Trine was right. Christina was a beautiful girl. Almost a smaller copy of her mother, she was 5'3" and weighed about 115 pounds. Her measurements were 40D-22-35. Her tits had been masturbation material for almost all of her male (and a sizable number of her female) classmates.

       Unbeknownst to Christina, Trine was joking. She was not serious about Christina joining her mother as meat, but it was just too much fun to tease her busty friend. Trine was just as stumped. What do you get someone who will not be around to enjoy it?

       Christina's nonexistent budget meant that buying something was out of the question. Christina could probably have taken care of the barbecue preparations, but her father was a control freak who would not allow that. He had to be in charge of everything.

       Christina was surprised. Despite her initial negative thoughts on the idea, she found herself inexplicably drawn to the idea of joining her mother on a spit or in a pot of girl-soup. As Trine pointed out, her mother, Ann, would be delighted by her daughter joining her on the menu.

       "Okay," Christina said to Trine, "I'll do that."

       "What?"

       "I will volunteer to join mom as meat."

       "Christina," Trine said, "I was joking."

       "Oh.....," Christina replied, "but that does not mean it is a bad idea. As you pointed out, my mom would love it. What better gift could I give her?"

       Trine had mixed feelings about this. She was going to lose her best friend, but on the upside, Christina's mom would greatly appreciate it. Trine was almost regretting bringing it up.

May 2nd

       Christina and Trine were walking home from school. Today had been Christina's last day. Last night, she told her parents that she would also volunteer for meat for the barbecue. They had surprised her by telling her that Trine's mom, Mary had also volunteered. They also notified the school that Cristina would no longer be attending. Because she was volunteering, they decided to give her a free week before the barbecue.

       Christina decided to see if Trine would join them, as well. Mary, Trine's mom also had a dream of being cooked with her daughter. Mary would love it if Trine volunteered for that.

       "So," Christina said to Trine, "I told my parents last night that I would join mom."

       "How did they take it," Trine asked.

       "Well, they were thrilled. As a reward, they called the school and told them I would not be there from now on. Today was my last day."

       "But you didn't tell anyone," Trine objected. "Heather and Joanne are going to be pissed at you for not telling them."

       "So? Ten days from now, I will not care."

       "Ten days from now, you will be dead."

       "Oh," Christina said with a smile, "my parents told me something else."

       "What was that," Trine asked as she took a drink from her can of soda.

       "Your mom volunteered as well."

       Pfffffffffftt!!!!! In shock, Trine sprayed her mouthful of soda all over her best friend.

       "WHAT?!?!?!"

       "Well," Christina said in disgust as she looked at her soaked blouse, "that worked out well. Nice job ruining my shirt, you bitch."

       "Well," Trine said sheepishly, "it is your fault for waiting for me to have a mouthful of soda before telling me. Anyway, what do you mean? My mom volunteered?"

       "That is what my mom said," Christina replied. "You know that they have been best friends since they were kids, right? Apparently, your mom felt that they should go out at the same time. Also, seeing as your mom would have to be processed next year anyway, she felt that she would like to choose how she was cooked."

       "I can understand that," Trine said. "I heard that women processed because of age were ground up for hamburger or dog food. I certainly don't want to go that way."

       "I know what you mean," Christina said. "That is why my mom chose this way. My dad was reluctant until mom pointed that out."

       "But now that puts me in the same situation were in. Well, I still have some babysitting money. I suppose I could take her out to dinner and a movie the Friday before the barbecue."

       "Or," Christina said with a smile, "you could join all of us. I know your mom also has the mother-daughter fetish. She would love it."

       "Ugh. I know, but I was hoping to at least graduate from high school before I rode a spit."

       "Don't be such a baby," Christina said as she laughed. "We both know that your parents could have volunteered you anytime after your 15th birthday. Be happy you lasted this long."

       "That's funny," Trine replied. "My dad said the same thing when I failed that math test last month."

       "Enough," Christina said, suddenly serious. "We both know you're going to do it. I know you, Trine. You’re not as dead-set against this as you are pretending. But think about this: if you tell your parents you are volunteering tonight, they may get you out of school all next week. Mine did."

       "Good point. And you will be cooked a week from Sunday. If I am in school, I will not get to see you very much. Ok. You win. I will do it. I'll tell mom and dad tonight."

       

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       Dinner at the Bremmer home was unusually quiet. Trine, usually very talkative, ate her meal in near silence. John and Mary could tell that there was something on their daughter's mind, but they felt awkward about pressuring her about it. Lou, Trine's 19-year-old brother, had no such problems.

       "What's wrong, Trine? Cat got your tongue tonight?"

       Trine jolted at the breaking of the silence. She hadn't realized she was behaving out of character. Looking from Lou to her parents, she decided that now was good enough to bring up the topic.

       "Uh, Mom," Trine asked.

       "Yes, dear?"

       "Christina told me that you have volunteered to be cooked at their barbecue on Mother's Day."

       "Whoa," Lou said, suddenly excited. "Really, mom?"

       Looking at her two children, Mary smiled. She hadn't been sure how her kids would take the news. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

       "That's right," she said, looking from Trine to Lou. "Ann has been my best friend since I was 6 years old. It only seemed right that we go out together. We were going to tell you later tonight."

       "Well, I was thinking....." Trine began, unable to complete her thought.

       "Yes dear," Mary prompted. She thought she knew what was coming. Ann had told her about Christina volunteering.

       "Um, well," Trine began again, "I was thinking that I would volunteer as well. Christina is going to be cooked with her mom and I thought that you and I could be cooked together."

       Mary had not heard about Ann and Christina being cooked together. It turned her on tremendously. It turned her on so much that she missed the last part of what Trine had said. Suddenly realizing that she had missed something, she turned back to Trine.

       "I'm sorry, honey," Mary said in apology. "I know you said something after Christina and Ann being cooked together, but I missed what it was."

       "Um," Trine began sheepishly, "I just said that maybe you and I could be cooked together as well."

       "Oh, sweetie," Mary said, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, "that would be so nice. I doubt you know, but I have always dreamed of something like that."

       Trine, who had been aware of her mother's dream for the last 6 years, merely nodded and smiled.

       "Do you have any idea how we will be cooked," Trine asked.

       "I'm sorry, dear," Mary answered, "but no, I don't. Is there a specific way you want to be cooked?"

       "Not specifically, but I think I would like to be cooked alive, so I can watch us as we cook."

       "I think so, too," Mary agreed.

       "I am pretty sure that can be arranged," John said. "I must say, Trine, that I am impressed that you would want to do this for your mother. I am proud of you."

       Trine felt at a loss. She wanted to ask about being excused from school for the following week, but did not want anyone to think that was her motivation for volunteering. John could see that she was uncomfortable. He could sense that she wanted to say something more, but did not know how.

       "Is there something you would like, Trine," he asked, giving her a way out if she would take it.

       "Um, yeah, but it is not a big deal, really."

       "What is it, dear," Mary asked. She was ready to give practically anything to this child who was granting one of Mary's greatest wishes.

       "Um, it is about school, next week."

       "Oh," Mary said with a smile. "I think I get it. Ann and Michael called the school and took Christina out of school. Today was her last day, wasn't it?"

       At Trine's nod, Mary continued.

       "You would like to be excused next week as well? I assume you would like to spend as much time with Christina as possible. I cannot say I blame you. I will be spending all week with Ann. What do you say, John?"

       "Why not," John asked with a chuckle. "It is not like an education will do her much good now. Anyway, Trine, your principal, Alan Richardson, is a buddy of mine. He plays golf with Christina's father and me. I will just call him and let him know."

       John got up and left to make the call. Trine was ecstatic. That went far easier than she expected and it looked like no one thought ill of her request.

       "When your father gets back," Mary said, "I will call Ann and let her know we have another volunteer. I somehow doubt she will be surprised."

       "Well, Trine," John said when he returned a few minutes later, "Alan said he would take care of it. You will not have to go back to school at all. After the barbecue next week, he will come back here and pick up your books."

       "My turn," Mary said as she left to call Ann. John watched her go, a little confused.

       "She is going to call Christina's mom and let her know I will be on the menu, too,." Trine said.

       "Trust me, kiddo," John said, a broad smile coming to his face, "no one over there is going to be surprised. I was talking to Michael last week and he was willing to bet me money that you would volunteer seeing as Christina had already done so."

       "It is a good thing, too," he continued. "Apparently, they are getting more people than they expected. They may actually need more volunteers."

       "Okay, sweetie," Mary said as she returned, "Ann says thanks. Because Christina volunteered, she already had a feeling that you would volunteer as well. You have to admit, you two are like a matched set."

       "Anyway," Mary went on, "it seems like there will be more meat. Erika McClintock hinted that she might volunteer. Erika already volunteered her daughter, Joanne, as meat. You know Joanne, right?"

       "Yeah," Trine said with a small groan. "She is in our school. She is a bit of a bitch."

       "Well, that fits with the impression Erika gave Ann. Erika is only 29. She had Joanne when she was only 13 and had no idea how to discipline the child. I think Erika would be happy to spend her last 10 years without such a troublesome daughter."

       "I can believe that," Trine said with a smile. "I would hate to have Joanne around all the time. An hour or three is the most I can take at one time. I am just glad she is not in my class."

       "Well," Mary continued, "it looks like they will have games there, too. You remember that Blammo lawn darts game we saw at the company picnic where the MacMillans were cooked?"

       "I don't think I could ever forget," Trine said. "My friend, Michelle MacMillan, actually played that game before she was cooked. She won by blowing up a boy who snubbed her."

       "Didn't she beat a woman who was tossing darts at her daughter?"

       "Yep," Trine said with a smile. "The woman was Emily Speer. She was the mother of another of my classmates, Alisha. Alisha had gotten into a fight with a teacher and had actually slapped him. As punishment, Emily volunteered Alisha as entertainment at the picnic. I think Emily had finally had enough of her daughter's bullshit."

       "TRINE," Mary objected. "I know you and I will not be alive much longer, but that is still no excuse for that language. On the other hand, I think you are right. Even after the woman had lost the match, she still threw that last dart, killing her daughter."

       "Anyway," Mary continued, "Blammo has released another game recently. It is a version of horseshoes that, like the lawn darts, explode when the horseshoes are in close enough proximity."

       "Wow," Lou said, entering the conversation. "I hope I get a chance to play. Do you have the details of the game, Mom?"

       "No, Lou, but you can likely find the information on the Internet."

       "Cool," he said as he gathered his dishes, put them in the dishwasher, and headed to his room.

       Taking the cue, Trine followed suit and took care of her dishes before going up to her own room, leaving John and Mary alone at the kitchen table.

       "Well," Mary said to her husband, "that was interesting. I never thought Trine would volunteer."

       "I know," John replied. "She certainly never showed any interest before. But, then again, since Christina had volunteered, Michael had been waiting for me to tell him that Trine had volunteered."

       "I would like to do something nice for her," Mary said. "You know how I have always wanted to be roasted along with her. Now she is making my dream come true."

       "Well," John said with a smile, "I think I might be able to help with that. I just received a bonus at work; $10,000. Maybe the four of you could go up to that hot spring resort on the coast for 4 or 5 days next week. I am pretty sure that Ann and Christina would be up for it."

       "Oh, dear," Mary beamed. "That would be just perfect. Thank you. I will go call Ann to see if we can arrange it."

       "Well, hurry up," John said with a smile. "I think it is time for us to go to bed too."

       "Maybe," Mary said, "but I think I may have trouble sleeping tonight. I am just too excited." 

       "Mary, I never said anything about sleeping."

May 9th

       Mary pulled into the driveway. She had just dropped Trine, Christina, and her Ann at the Malcolm house. All four women had had a delightful time at the resort. Despite the draw of the hot springs, the place had been all but deserted. Besides the four of them, there were only three other people there: the manager, his wife, and their 15-year-old daughter.

       No one had said much on the way back. They all knew that in 48 hours, they would be cooking. With that on their mind, none of them felt very talkative. There was definite tension in the air. They had all had a wonderful time, but Ann and Mary missed their husbands. With the barbecue only two days away, both women planned on making sure their sexual needs were well met up until that point.

       The one thing that still bothered Mary was that she was sure that Trine was still a virgin. There was nothing wrong with being a virgin, but Mary hated the idea that Trine would die without knowing the joys of sex. She wondered if Christina was still a virgin, too. Shrugging, Mary got her things and went into the house.

       "Welcome back, dear," John said as his wife entered the kitchen. He had been reading the newspaper and enjoying a cup of coffee. "Where's Trine?"

       "Over at the Malcolms'," Mary said. "I remembered that Lou would be at his friend's this evening and thought we should have the house to ourselves."

       "You did, did you," John asked with a smile.

       "I did," Mary responded as she reached her hand into John's pants and gripped his cock. "I have missed this tremendously. I intend to put it through its paces tonight."

       "I see," John replied as he folded the paper and dropped it on the table. "Then maybe we should go upstairs."

       

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       Five hours later, Mary rolled off of John and onto her back. A broad smile lit up her face.

       "That was fantastic, dear," she said. "Thank you."

       "You're thanking me," John asked incredulously. "Heh. The best sex I have had in years and you're thanking me. That is rich."

       "Oh," Mary said, a mischievous smile on her face, "you enjoyed it, too?"

       John hit her with a pillow playfully and got up to go to the bathroom. When he returned, Mary was sitting up in the bed, a thoughtful look on her face. He thought, for a moment, that something might be wrong, but her posture reassured her that she was satisfied. It was something else.

       "What's on your mind, pretty lady," he asked as he climbed back onto the bed.

       "Trine," Mary answered. "It hit me while we were at the resort. I am pretty sure Trine is still a virgin."

       "And," John prompted, not seeing a problem.

       "Well, it just seems a shame for her to die without knowing what sex feels like."

       Now, John got it. Mary was extremely sexual and derived an extreme amount of pleasure from it. She viewed anything less than seven times a week as sex deprivation. Of course she would feel sorry for their daughter.

       "Well, what time are you picking her up tomorrow?"

       "Noon," Mary replied.

       "Well, just ask her then," John said. "It may be that she is not a virgin and you are worrying over nothing."

       "And if I am right and she is a virgin?"

       "Well, I suppose it would be up to Trine. If she wants to have sex before the barbecue, maybe she would like to fuck one of Lou's friends. After seeing the looks those boys have given her, I would say she could have her pick."

       "And you wouldn't mind?"

       "Of course not," John said. "I mean, it is not like she will get pregnant. All we would be doing is letting her have a good time sexually. But I will not pressure her. If she does not want to, then so be it. I will not let anyone take her against her will."

       "That is good to know," Mary said with a sigh. "I know to many fathers that have given their daughters to their buddies even though the girl did not want it."

       "Why do you think I am no longer friends with McPherson? He did that to his daughter Louise. Mac offered her to me, even. Louise was 15 at the time and she was terrified. I turned down the offer. I just cannot see forcing anyone, regardless of their status."

       "Good enough. I will talk to Trine tomorrow."

May 10th

       "Hi, Mom," Trine said as she slid into the car.

       "Hello, dear. Did you have a good time?"

       "Yeah. We watched a couple of movies, had a pizza and talked until midnight. What did you and Dad do?"

       "Well, you know your father and me......."

       "You fucked like bunnies, right?"

       "TRINE," Mary said, shocked. "What did I say about that language?"

       "Oh, come on, Mom. It is not like it is really a big deal, now. By this time tomorrow, we both will be dead. Is my language really an issue?"

       Mary chuckled.

       "No," she conceded. "I guess not. And to answer your question, you are right. We 'fucked like bunnies'. Happy?"

       "Yep," said Trine.

       "Um, honey," Mary said hesitantly. "That does bring up a small question I have for you."

       "Oh?"

       "Yes. If you are uncomfortable answering, I will understand, but I was just wondering. Are you still a virgin?"

       Trine looked at her mom. She could see that Mary was embarrassed by asking this, but she obviously felt that it was an important question. Trine decided to be honest.

       "Uh, yeah," the 16-year-old replied. "Why do you ask, Mom?"

       "Well, you know I enjoy sex. I just thought it would be a waste for you to be snuffed without ever feeling that pleasure. I talked with your father about it and he said that it was up to you. If you want to have sex, then it is okay."

       "Huh?"

       "Oh, don't worry," Mary said. "If you do not want to, your father will not let anyone force you. He just feels that you should be able to experience that if you want. After seeing the looks Lou's friends have been giving you, your father thinks you could have your pick."

       "Um, what if I want to have sex with someone other than one of Lou's friends?"

       "Well, I am sure your father would be okay with that. He just wants you to be happy, sweetie."

       "What about you, Mom? I mean, um....."

       "Don't worry sweetie. Who is it? You can tell me."

       "Um......Daddy."        

       "What," Mary asked incredulously. "Who did you say?"

       "Um......I would like to have sex with Daddy. Am I bad?"

       "No, dear. You are not bad. I am just surprised a little. Many girls have a crush on their fathers, but do not seriously consider sex with them because it is incest."

       "But," Trine said, "I was thinking about that. Christina and I talked about it a lot last night. Last year, our biology teacher told us that the real reason incest is bad is because if the genes are to closely related, any children born may have birth defects like a weak immune system or being predisposed to illnesses that run in a family."

       "Well, that is my understanding," Mary agreed. "What is your point?"

       "Well, because I will be cooked tomorrow, there is no chance of me having babies. That means that me having sex with Daddy will not result in a health issues for a child."

       "I see," Mary said. "And what did Christina say? Did you tell her about your desire to fuck your father?"

       "Yes. She thought it was a little weird until I reminded her that nothing bad would come from it. I think she is going to try to fuck Michael."

       Mary smiled. Knowing Ann and Michael like she did, she had no problem seeing them have a threesome with their daughter.

       "I do not think she will have to work too hard, Trine," Mary said. "I think her mom and dad would love to have sex with her."

       "But what about Daddy? Will he be okay with having sex with me?"

       "That, I am afraid, is a different issue altogether. I just don't know. He would never do anything to hurt you and I must be honest with you. Your first time will hurt. It will hurt a lot."

       "I know about that. I just want to do it anyway."

       "Well," said Mary as they pulled into their driveway, "let's go ask him."

       

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       John was stunned. Trine and Mary had just explained what Trine wanted. John knew what he had said the night before, but this was a little different. Then, Trine was having sex with one of her brother's friends, not her father.

       "Before I say yes or no," he said, "I have a couple of questions. Are you doing this because it is something you truly want or are you doing it because you think I will like it?"

       "Both," Trine answered immediately. "I have wanted to have sex with you since I first masturbated. I use to listen outside your door when you and mom were having sex."

       Mary smiled as she noticed her daughter avoided using the work 'fuck' around her father. The 16-year-old did not want to get her father irritated with her. Of course, both Mary and John knew someone had been listening outside their door, but they had always assumed it had been Lou. Finding out it had been Trine was a surprise.

       "I should let you know, Trine," her father said. "This will hurt. It will likely hurt a lot. Are you really sure you want to do this?"

       "I do," Trine replied. "I do not care about the pain. Anyway, it won't hurt as much as being gutted and cooked does, will it?"

       John laughed. His daughter was right, of course.

       "No. It will not hurt that much."

       "And I am still committed to doing that. It is too late to stop it anyway, right?"

       "That is true," he said. "We have already notified the state that you will be processed tomorrow."

       "Then what do I care if it hurts? I do have a request, though."

       "And what is that?"

       "I know it will hurt the first time," Trine said. "Can we do it a few times so I can feel the good parts?"

       "Silly girl," Mary said. "Did you really think you had to ask?"

       "Wait a minute, ladies," John said. "I still haven't said yes. That was only the first question. I have one more."

       "Ok, Daddy," Trine said, fighting to be patient. "What is it?"

       "Would you be okay with your mother joining us?"

       "I think that would be great. Christina and I have played before, but we were too scared to go too far."

       "Then," John said, "I think I can say yes. It is 1:00pm now. Your brother should be home around 6:00pm. That gives us a little less than five hours unless you would like your brother to join in as well."

       "Um......no. I don't think I could have sex with Lou. That would be too creepy."

       Both parents laughed as the three of them went upstairs to the master bedroom.

May 11th - Mother's Day

       When Trine woke up, she was surprised to find herself in her parent's bed. Then she remembered the night before. What a night it was.

       Trine had been fucked silly. First her mother, at John's insistence, fingered Trine to three orgasms. John was sure that would get his daughter's juices flowing and make penetration easier on the 16-year-old.

       He had been right. It worked like a dream. When he finally entered her, his cock sunk all the way in easily. Both Mary and John had been confused until they realized that Trine, in her playing with Christina, had already lost her hymen. John was greatly relieved. The lack of a hymen meant that the feared pain never came up. He plowed into her hard and fast and all his daughter felt was pleasure.

       While John was fucking her, Trine was learning about licking pussy. Mary had straddled the girl and planted her pussy on her daughter's face. To Trine's surprise, found that she liked licking pussy. Her mother mentioned that this way, Trine would get to taste her mother's pussy after all; just uncooked.

       Trine was so into it that they continued even after Lou got home. Trine was so worked up that she gave Lou a blowjob before letting him fuck her while their father took a much-needed rest. Then Lou fucked her pussy while John fucked his daughter's ass. The family orgy lasted long into the night. Sometime after 11:00pm, Trine passed out from exhaustion.

       Trine looked around and saw no one else in the room. Listening carefully, she could hear noises from downstairs. Her father and Lou were eating breakfast. Suddenly she heard someone climbing the stairs.

       "Good morning, kiddo," Mary said as she entered the bedroom. "It is about time you got up. It is 6:30am and we have to be at the Malcolm's at 9:00am. That gives us just enough time to clean up, inside and out."

       Grabbing Trine by the hand, Mary dragged the half-asleep teenager into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. Mary then filled the enema bottle and explained how to use it.

       "Use it over and over until the water comes out clear. Then, get in the tub and scrub yourself clean. Do a thorough job. We want to be completely clean when we get there. They will likely still give you an enema before we are put on to cook, but as long as it comes out clean, that will be it."

       "Trust me," Mary continued. "You want it done this way. A friend of mine, when I was a teenager, didn't prepare properly and she made one hell of a mess when they gave her the enema. She was so embarrassed."

       Trine believed her mother. She couldn't begin to imagine how horrified she would be if she made a mess like that in front of her friends and family. Mary left the room and Trine got to work.

       An hour later, Trine was sitting in the tub when Mary returned.

       "Good," the older woman said, seeing her daughter in the tub. "I was hoping you already in there. I am about to take my bath, too. We will have about 45 minutes. I am leaving this timer here. When it goes off, you have to get dried and dressed. We will be leaving for the park at 8:30am."

       "Park," Trine asked. "I thought we were having the barbecue at Christina's house."

       "We were going to," Mary replied, "but there were just too many people coming. That, and the games, meant that they would need more space. Because of that, your father, Michael, and a couple of other men in the neighborhood rented the park for the day."

       "I forgot about the games," Trine said disappointedly. "Do you think we will have time to play one or two?"

       "Maybe. I overheard your father talking to Michael this morning. It seems they will want to put us on to cook no later than 1:00pm. It will take about four hours for us to cook."

       "But what are they going to do for meat for lunch?"

       "Oh," Mary said with a smile. "Don't worry about that. They had several volunteers who have already been processed and are cooking as we speak. Now no more questions. I have to go get my bath. See you soon."

       

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       The Bremmers arrived at the park at 8:50am. While the park did not officially open until 9:30am, those who were volunteers were requested to show up early for a quick inspection. As Mary had mentioned, both she and Trine were given an enema and, as the water came out clear, were tagged and allowed into the park.

       The tags were a hard plastic disk that had a long thin zip-tie attached. A needle poked a hole in either a pussy lip or a nipple. Then, the tip of the zip-tie was fed through the hole and fastened to the disk, making it impossible to remove the tag without a pair of scissors.

       Both Trine and her mother were tagged through a nipple. The process was excruciating, but it was soon over and the pain diminished to a dull ache. After being tagged, they were allowed into the park with the admonishment that they were allowed to partake in the games, but they should not eat anything.

       Leaving the tagging tent, Trine and her mother ran into Christina and Ann. The Malcolms had been at the park since 8:30am and had already gone through the tagging procedure. Asking a young man passing by, they were informed that it was now 9:30am.

       "Well," Ann said to Mary, "let's go find our husbands and see how we will be prepared."

       As Ann and Mary took off to look for Michael and John, Trine shrugged at Christina and followed after. This was something they should know as well, seeing as they would be done the same way.

       John and Michael were sitting at a picnic table drinking beer. Seeing their wives and daughters approaching, they moved over and made room for the four women to sit down.

       "Well," Mary said, "we have almost 3 hours before we have to be put on to cook. How are you two going to cook us?"

       "Michael is a genius," John said. "He rented the portable oven for me. You and Trine will be mounted on vertical spits and cooked in it. The doors are clear glass so you will be able to see out and anyone passing by will be able to see in. To top it off, the oven is tall enough and wide enough that both of you can be cooked in it simultaneously."

       "Vertical spits," Mary asked doubtfully. "Won't that bring the risk of the spit moving around inside, possibly piercing a lung or the heart?"

       "Not at all," Michael answered. "The spit is only 24" tall. When you are mounted on it, the point will still be a good 3 inches below your heart and lungs. And as for you moving around on the spit, that will be damn near impossible. Your legs will be bound and your wrists tied to your ankles. You shouldn't be able to move at all."

       "Oh," Trine said. "I guess that means I will not be able to fuck the spit."

       "Afraid not, Pumpkin," John said. "But, if you like, I can baste your clit for a few minutes before putting you into the oven. That should give you one last orgasm. What do you think?"

       "Oh, that sounds good."

       "You too, honey," John asked, seeing Mary's eyes light up. Mary simply nodded.

       "What about us," Christina asked. "How are mom and I going to be cooked?"

       "You two," Michael said with a smile, "will be spitted and roasted over the coals."

       Christina smiled. It was one of her secret (not-so-secret) desires. Ann had found Christina's diary the year before while cleaning the then-15-year-old's room. Ann hadn't intended to snoop, but the hand-drawn picture of a young lady on a spit drew Ann's attention. When Christina volunteered, Ann and Michael decided to give the 16-year-old her wish.

       "In the meantime, however," Michael continued, "as Mary mentioned, you have almost 3 hours to play. Go enjoy the games and make sure you are back here by 12:15pm. Just remember not to eat anything. We would hate to have to pump your stomachs and give you two another round of enemas."

       Trine and Christina nodded. The ones from this morning were bad enough. They did not even want to think about going through that in front of strangers, or, even worse, their friends.

       

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       Saying thank you once more, the two teenagers ran off to see the sights. They were more than a little embarrassed by the fact that they were nude and everything they had was on display. The fact that 60% of all women there were also nude helped a bit, but not a lot.

       The fairway looked more like a carnival than a city park. There were food vendors (who had brought their own meat) and games all over the place. There was a dunk tank, a shooting gallery (with players could choose from guns or bows and arrows), and the lawn darts game Trine remembered.

       There was also a weird version of Russian roulette where six girls sat, evenly spaced, around a spinning table. There was a gun on the table and when the table stopped spinning, the girl closest to the gun had to use it on herself. She had to shoot herself in a vital spot. That was her choice. She could choose her head, heart, or lung. The last girl alive got to choose one of her dead competitors and take her to do as the winner pleased.

       There were also gallows, guillotines, and electric chairs; the old reliable games that no one tired of. Lastly, as Trine and Christina came to the end of the field, they saw the new game. It was as Mary had said. It was the new Blammo! game, "Horseshoes [are] Hand Grenades".

       A chuckle behind them, drew the girls' attention. It was Erika McClintock and her daughter, Joanne. Joanne looked less than happy to be there.

       "Oh, hi, Mrs. McClintock," Trine said. "Hi, Joanne. How are you doing?"

       "Great," Joanne answered sarcastically. "My mom decided to be a bitch and donate me to this fucking game."

       SLAP!!!

       "Just shut up, Joanne," Erika said as she shook her hand. That slap must have hurt.

       "We are doing well, girls," Joanne's mother continued. "Joanne failed the last three test she took and I decided that I didn't want to continue paying her tutors. This seemed a better option."

       "You were chuckling a moment ago, I think," Christina said, changing the subject. "What was funny?"

       "Oh," Erika exclaimed. "The name of this game is what I found funny. I doubt you would have heard it before as it has fallen or of popular language, but when I was growing up, there was a saying regarding situations where you had to be precise."

       "What was it," Trine asked.

       "People would say, 'Hey! This isn't horseshoes or hand grenades! Close doesn't cut it.' Isn't that funny? I guess in this game, close does cut it."

       "How does the game work," Christina asked the attendant.

       "Well," said the girl, a teenager a little older than Trine and Christina, "the target is staked out on the ground and then metal posts are put in the ground on either side of their waist, chest, and hips. One stake is planted in the ground right at their crotch. One is placed by each of the targets wrists and ankles. This makes eleven metal posts to aim at."

       "Now," the attendant continued, "for the horseshoes to explode, at least three of your seven must be within two feet of a metal post. When a horseshoe is that close, a signal goes off. When three signals are simultaneously going off, the feedback kicks in triggering the explosion."

       "But if they are two feet away when they explode, they may not kill the target."

       "That is true," the attendant continued. "If that happens, you lose. That is why there is a delay on the explosion. From the time the feedback starts, you have 3 minutes before the explosion. That gives you 3 minutes to place your remaining horseshoes in feedback mode as well. You only lose if all the horseshoes that will explode do so and fail to kill the target. Depending on the damage, we may have to kill the target ourselves, but if we have to kill it, then you lose."

       "So it is possible that neither player could win," Trine said.

       "Yes," the girl said with a smile. "In fact, that happens about 33% of the time."

       "How many targets actually survive this game," Erika asked.

       "I would say about 30%."

       "Excellent," Erika said with a smile. "Take my daughter, she is your next target."

       "Certainly, ma'am," the attendant said while signaling to burly men. They were the 'handlers'. They grabbed Joanne and staked her out just as the attendant had described. Joanne's constant screaming necessitated the use of a gag. Trine, Christina, and Erika all sighed in relief as Joanne was silenced.

       "Now, we just have to wait for another target and we will be ready to go."

       They did not have to wait long. A naked young lady, 19 or 20 years old, walked up and looked around. She looked at the horseshoes, the posts, and the 16-year-old already staked out on the ground and smiled.

       "Can I volunteer to be a target," she asked the attendant.

       The attendant nodded. With a shriek of glee, the volunteer happily got on the ground about 15 feet away from Joanne and let the handlers get her set up. A moment later, they were ready to go.

       Erika was going to toss horseshoes at her daughter while Trine and Christina took turns tossing them at the newcomer. Because the side that went first stood a better chance of blowing up their target first, a coin toss would decide who went first. Erika won the coin toss and, taking aim, lobbed the horseshoe towards her daughter.

       Where the targets for the lawn darts game were only 15-20 feet away, the targets in this game were closer to 40 feet away. This made it more difficult. Erika, however, was very good, and with a CLANG, the horseshoe hit the post to the left of Joanne's waist before falling to the ground. A low beeping could now be heard.

       "That's one," the attendant said with a smile.

       Trine, going first for her side, lobbed her horseshoe into the air and groaned when it fell a little short of the target. Then, to her surprise, it started beeping. She turned to the attendant with a puzzled look on her face.

       "It did not hit the post," the attendant said, "but it must still be within 2 feet of it."

       Erika took her second turn, tossing the horseshoe high into the air. It came down, landing on Joanne's stomach. Joanne moaned loudly as the horseshoe on her stomach started beeping. The gag must not have been secured too tightly because Joanne was finally able to spit it out.

       "Please, mom," the 16-year-old target begged, "please don't do this to me."

       Erika just shook her head and moved away.

       "Your turn," she said to Christina.

       Christina stepped up to the line and started contemplating how to hit a post when she saw something that made her pause. Her target had pulled herself closer to the post near her crotch and was using it to rub her clit. The girl's moans were becoming audible.

       "Oh, yea.....," the girl moaned, "that's it. That's the spot. Oh, god, this is soo good....."

       "Yeah," the attendant said as she chucked at Christina's look of astonishment. "Some girl's really get off on this. The horseshoes vibrate a little when they are beeping. I think that girl would love a beeping horseshoe right on her clit. Never mind the fact that it could blow her pelvis to bits."

       Christina regained her composure and launched her horseshoe toward the girl. To her surprise, it landed on the girl's left tit and started beeping.

       "Oooooh," said the attendant. "Nice toss. That thing is vibrating on her nipple. Now, she has to choose. She could continue humping the post between her legs, but the motion will likely cause the horseshoe to fall off her chest."

       Erika returned to the line and thought about her next toss. A thought came to mind and she turned toward Christina and Trine.

       "Hey, girls," she said, "I could finish this with my next, but that would be boring for me. That little bitch over there has been a pain in my ass for years. I would love for her to feel this terror for a little longer."

       "When I heard about this game being here today," Erika continued, "I did my research. If I remember correctly, our horseshoes - yours and mine - are on different frequencies."

       At the attendant's nod, she continued.

       "That means that your horseshoes will not trigger off of my posts and mine will not trigger off of your posts. The fun part is this: if any of mine explode, all other horseshoes on the same frequency will also explode. The same goes for yours."

       "And," Trine asked, not seeing where this was going.

       "And," Erika continued, "that means that I can toss my horseshoes at your target without fear of them going off. As long as I land my last horseshoe within 2 feet of one of my posts, all seven of them will explode regardless of where they are."

       "That means, you can toss yours at Joanne. Just don't throw your last one at her. Throw that one at your own target. As long as it lands within 2 feet of one of your posts, the ones you toss at Joanne will also explode."

       Trine and Christina were shocked and looked to the attendant for confirmation. The attendant had never thought of that. She was furiously scribbling this information down to pass it on to her superiors. They may want to know about this potential flaw in the system.

       "Um," the attendant said to Trine and Christina, "actually, it might work that way. It sounds plausible, but no one I know of has tried it."

       "Ok," Christina agreed, "we can do it your way. To be honest - and no offense to you intended - we have never really liked your daughter, anyway. This could be lots of fun."

       "No offense taken," Erika as she tossed her horseshoe at her opponents' target.

       The horseshoe made a loud clanging noise as it hit the post the girl had been humping. The horseshoe spun around the post for a moment and came to a rest on the girl's pubic mound. The girl, surprised that the horseshoe was not beeping, moved her hips so the horseshoe slipped down a bit and then she ground it into her crotch, ramming it into her clit.

       "Ohhhhhhhhh," she groaned as she reached climax. To everyone's amazement, the girl then lost control of her bladder and she pissed all over the post and horseshoe.

       "Don't worry," the attendant said reassuringly. "Those things are completely waterproof."

       Joanne, however, thought it was hilarious.

       "Hahaha," she cackled. "What the fuck, you dumb cunt? I'm right here! You can't even hit your own targOOOOWWWW!!!"

       Joanne's comments were cut off as Trine's horseshoe came down and bounced off her head. Fortunately for Trine, the rebound angle caused the horseshoe to end up between Joanne's legs.

       "What the fuck, Trine," Joanne complained. "Your target's over there, getting off on all this, the sick freak."

       "You know," Trine said to Christina and Erika, "I was a little uncomfortable with this at first. It seemed a little too sadistic for my tastes. Thanks to the fucking bitch over there, I don't feel bad anymore."

       "Good girl," Erika said as she stepped to the line and launched her fourth horseshoe.

       It came down on the girl's leg, hooking over her ankle. The girl had recovered from her previous orgasm and was humping the post again. To everyone's surprise the pulsing horseshoe on the girl's left tit did not slide off.

       Christina launched her second horseshoe at Joanne and was pleased to see it bounce and come to rest leaning on Joanne's left wrist. Joanne had realized by now that there was a method to her mother's madness. There was something bad coming.

       Erika tossed her fifth horseshoe and watched as it landed beside the girl's head.

       "That would hurt, but it will be too quick for her to feel too much pain."

       Trine tossed her third horseshoe and cursed when it fell flat on the ground about a foot away from Joanne's right foot.

       "I suck at this," she said dejectedly.

       "Don't worry, sweetie," Erika said to her. "It is still close enough to do significant damage. Anyway, I was thinking that our last two should be thrown at our own targets. The feedback timer is set for 3 minutes so even if we do set it off with our next throws, we will have time to throw our last horseshoes before they go off."

       Both girls agreed and Erika tossed her sixth horseshoe at her daughter. With a clang, it bounced off the post by Joanne's right foot and came to rest on top of Trine's horseshoe between Joanne's legs. The horseshoe started beeping and all of Erika's horseshoes (with the exception of the one she was still holding) started vibrating.

       "The range on the feedback signal is 20 feet," the attendant said in explanation. "That is why that one is not responding. It would not do to be blown up by your own horseshoes, would it?"

       Christina, taking her last turn, tossed the horseshoe at the willing volunteer and was pleased when it came down on the girl's right foot. All of Trine's and Christina's horseshoes started vibrating as well. Joanne, noticing the added vibrations, finally came to realize her mother's plan.

       "No! Mom, please," she begged hysterically. "Turn them off! I don't want to die. I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please stop this...."

       Erika, without blinking, tossed her last horseshoe. It landed on her daughter's chest and slid to the ground beside the 16-year-old's right tit. She then turned back to Trine.

       "I couldn't help her even if I wanted to. She has less than 3 minutes and it would take about 5 minutes to untie her. Anyway, your turn."

       Trine tossed her last horseshoe and watched as it landed on the girl's neck. The girl groaned in a combination of pain and pleasure. The contestants watched in awe as the girl came again; even harder than before.

       Erika looked at the attendant. Before she could ask the question, the attendant answered.

       "Ninety seconds."

       "Huh," Trine asked.

       "Ninety seconds until detonation. Well, 75 seconds now."

       They all turned to watch the fireworks.

       "Please mom," Joanne sobbed. "Please, please, please save me. Ple......."

       The rest was lost as Joanne could not continue. She just lay there, shaking in fear and anguish.

       The next minute past quickly and soon the ground shook a little with first the explosion of Erika's horseshoes and then the explosion of Trine's and Christina's horseshoes.

       The volunteer was completely destroyed. Her head had been blown to the side by one of Erika's horseshoes while another of the older woman's horseshoes obliterated the girl's pussy and ass. When Trine's last horseshoe blew, the girl's head was launched into the air and landed about 15 feet away. The horseshoes on the girl's chest and legs did their thing and, by the size of the hole in the girl's chest, even if she had survived everything else, that one would have killed her.

       Joanne was a little better off. Her crotch had likewise been obliterated. Two grenades will do that. The horseshoes on the ground by her right tit and her foot went off, but the angle was bad and damage was reduced. Her foot was seriously burned and her right tit had been ripped off, but her lung was undamaged.

       The remaining horseshoes on Joanne's wrist, stomach, and beside her waist went off. They blew the girl's hand off, charred the left side of her waist, and blew a sizable hole in her abdomen. Despite all this damage, the girl groaned in pain, showing she was still alive.

       "I am sorry, ma'am," the attendant said to Erika, "but it looks like you lose."

       "It certainly does look that way," Erika said as she turned and walked away, her smile showing that, despite the outcome, she still felt like a winner. The little bitch would not bother her anymore.

       Trine and Christina ran up to Joanne's remains. The girl was still alive, but only barely. Blood was flowing, if not rapidly, then steadily from her crotch. She was still alert enough to see and recognize her classmates.

       "Ohhhhhhh," Joanne groaned. "Maybe I shouldn't......uhn....have fucked the tutor.....ugh....after all."

       "Maybe not," Trine agreed. "But then, we wouldn't have had this fun time with you, Joanne."

       "Y-y-you, know, Trine," Joanne grunted, "you really are a b-b-bitch........"

       Christina and Trine watched as the girl's eyes closed and she died as the blood loss finally got to her. To their surprise, neither of them felt the slightest bit of remorse.

       "Well," Christina said with a smile, "that was fun, but we should really check on the time."

       "Yeah," Trine said with a chuckle. "Wouldn't want to be late for our dinner date."

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       Checking with the attendant, they found it was almost noon. They were surprised to find they had spent so much time walking around. Then again, they had watched several of their friends snuffed at several of the games. Tina bought it at the electrocution chair. Melanie was snuffed by drowning. Trine shuddered at that one. She couldn't swim and the dunk tank absolutely terrified her.

       Realizing that they were out of time, the girls ran back to where they were to meet up with their families. The girls' parents were sitting at the same picnic table the used earlier.

       "Well, hello, girls," John said as his daughter and her friend approached. "Thank you for showing up on time. We are just getting ready to head over to the pavilion. Now, before we go, did you two have anything to eat?"

       "No, Dad," Trine said as she shook her head. "I don't think either of us want to go through any more enemas."

       "Hell, no," agreed Christina.

       "Well, you won't have to worry about that," Mary said with a smile. "Your fathers have decided to gut us. They will remove our stomachs and digestive tracts so it would not matter if you had eaten."

       "Now you tell us," Trine grumbled. "Thanks."

       "Well," Michael said as he rose from his seat, "seeing as we are all here, now, why don't we head on over and get these four piggies on to cook?"

       The girls were not pleased at being referred to as 'piggies', but they knew it had to happen. They smiled and nodded in agreement. Ann and Mary also agreed that it was time to get on with it.

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       The pavilion was all but empty. The Bremmers and Malcolms looked at the cooking facilities. The coals were already hot. The oven, on the other hand, had been plugged in, but not turned on.

       "Okay ladies," Michael said, "here is how this will happen. Mother and daughter will gut and stuff each other and then sew each other back up. We will then place Trine and Mary on their vertical spits and place them in the oven. Then we will spit Christina and Ann and place them over the coals."

       The women thought it sounded okay and prepared to begin. John brought out four metal buckets and two huge tubs of bread stuffing. He also brought out a hand-turned meat grinder to add a little of the women's meat to the stuffing. Handing a sharp butcher knife to his daughter, he placed one of the metal buckets below his wife's belly and stepped away.

       "Um," Trine said hesitantly, "are you ready, Mom?"

       "I am, dear," Mary said with a smile.

       "Um, I may need a little help here," Trine said nervously. "I have never done this before."

       "It is okay," her mother said. "I will talk you through it. First, slide the knife about an inch into my belly about two inches above my pussy. Then, carefully draw it up to the base of my ribcage."

       Trine did as her mother said. Sliding the knife in was easy. The knife was incredibly sharp.

       "Ooooohh," Mary moaned. "Okay, now pull it up to my chest."

       Trine did so and watched as blood and intestines fell into the bucket.

       "Don't worry about that," Mary said. "That is to be expected. John, bring over the sealant. We don't want me to bleed to death."

       John brought it over and handed it to Trine.

       "Now, Trine," Mary continued, "spray the cut with that sealant. It is non-toxic and will not hurt the meat at all. It will just cauterize the wound."

       Trine again did as she was told.

       "Good. Now that that is done, use the knife and cut the ends of my intestines. Let them fall into the bucket. We will not be needing them. When you have done that, cut out my stomach and colon. You know how to identify those, right?"

       "Yes, Mom," Trine replied, "Mrs. Atkinson spent a lot of time on getting us to accurately identify internal organs."

       "Excellent," Mary said as she smiled at her daughter. "That will help us out tremendously. We are only going to save a few organs. Those will be the kidneys, liver, ovaries, and uterus. Everything else goes into the bucket. I know I probably don't have to say it, but leave the heart and lungs in me."

       "I understand, Mom," Trine said, a serious look on her face. She understood that her mother was trying to lighten the mood, but, this being Trine's first time butchering someone, she did not want to fuck it up."

       Mary was doing an excellent job. Despite the incredible pain, she was able to talk her daughter through the procedure. She was really pleased with Trine. Without having to be told, Trine knew to use the sealant after every cut. Because of this, there was remarkably little blood loss. After about five minutes, Trine was done and Mary's belly was empty.

       "Okay, dear," Mary said to her daughter, "now go grind up those organs we kept and add them to the stuffing. Then come back here and I will do you."

       "Ulp," Trine said nervously, "okay, Mom."

       Trine made quick work of grinding up her mother's uterus, ovaries, kidneys, and liver. The outflow spout on the grinder dropped the ground up meat into the stuffing bin. Using a spoon with a long handle, Trine stirred the stuffing to thoroughly mix the meat into it. Then she returned to her mother.

       "You ready, dear," Mary asked.

       "Um, I think so," the 16-year-old said. "This is going to hurt a lot, isn't it?"

       "I won't lie to you, Trine," Mary replied. "This will likely be the most painful thing you have ever felt. Surprisingly, though, you may even enjoy it. Many women do."

       "Did you?"

       "I am sorry to say I did not," Mary answered sadly. "But my mother did. So did your Aunt Millie when it was her time."

       "Okay, Mom," Trine said, a look of resolve appearing on her face, "I am ready. Do it. Gut me."

       Mary was so proud of her daughter. Sliding the knife in, she cut Trine open from just above her pubic mound to just below her ribcage. A sharp gasp caused Mary to look at Trine's face, afraid the pain was more than Trine could handle. The look of bliss surprised her. Looking down, Mary saw girl-cum flowing from Trine's pussy.

       "Well, Trine," Mary said with a smile, "it looks like you are one of the lucky ones."

       Reassured, Mary went to work. A minute later, John had to come over to hold his daughter up as another orgasm cause the 16-year-old's legs to give out on her. This was more than either parent had expected. They were very pleased, though. Even if the saying was wrong and orgasms didn't improve the meat's flavor, at least their little girl was enjoying her butchering.

       Mary finished removing Trine's organs and ground them up. She then stirred the stuffing to properly mix it and then brought the bin over to Trine. Trine had regained control of her legs and was standing there holding her stomach open.

       "I am afraid that will not work, dear," Mary said with a smile.

       "I can't hold myself open for you," Trine asked.

       "No, you can do that. You just can't be standing. Lie down on the picnic table."

       "Huh?"

       "Stupid bitch," Christina said playfully, "your pussy is gone. Gravity, still at work, would pull the stuffing from that gaping hole between your legs."

       "Oh," Trine said as he face flushed in embarrassment. "I forgot about that."

       Trine quickly got on the table and held her stomach open. Her mother, ignoring that for a moment, spread Trine's legs and started sewing up the hole Christina mentioned.

       "Ouch," Trine muttered. "Ouch, ouch, ouch......"

       "Quit whining, you baby," Christina said as she came over to watch her friend get stuffed. "You didn't make this much noise when your mom gutted you. Well, that is not true. You made more noise, but you weren't whining."

       "I feel kinda stupid for saying this," Trine said, "but it was a good kind of pain, if there is such a thing."

       "Okay, Trine," Mary said as she finished the last stitch, "you can close your legs. Now, you can hold your stomach open for me."

       "Okay, Mom."

       Trine held open her stomach again and Mary started ladling the stuffing into the gaping cavity. There was a lot of stuffing to put in there. When Mary was done stitching her daughter back up, Trine had a little difficulty taking a deep breath as the stuffing was pressing against her lungs.

       "Okay, kiddo," Mary said with a smile, "my turn."

       Trine and her mother switched places. Trine smiled as she grabbed the needle and thread.

       "No, Mom," Trine said with a playful grin. "It is my turn."

       Trine passed her sewing classes with flying colors. Sewing was something she knew very well. She began sewing her mother's pussy shut with tight, close stitches.

       "Um, no, dear," Mary said through her tears, "not so tight. They will still need to get the spit up into me."

       "Oh," Trine said. "You are right. Sorry, Mom."

       Trine loosened the stitches a bit. She kept the tight enough to prevent stuffing from escaping, but loose enough to allow the spit to enter her mother's body. Finishing the job, she stirred the stuffing one last time and looked at her mother.

       "Okay, Mom," she said with a smile. "Open up."

       Mary smiled and held open the sides of her stomach. Trine having seen how her mother stuffed her, tried to do the same thing. She succeeded and soon, all the remaining stuffing was in Mary. Trine sewed her mother's stomach shut and helped the older women up off the table.

       "Okay," Michael said, "Ann and Christina? You two are up."

       Ann looked at her daughter and the two of them took center stage as Mary and Trine went and sat down. Trine felt a little uncomfortable at first as the stuffing shifted inside her to allow her to sit.

       "Um, who goes first, Mom," Christina asked Ann.

       "Well, why don't we do like Trine and Mary? You do me and then I will do you. That sound okay?"

       "Sure."

       "Do you need me to talk you through it?"

       "No, mom," the 16-year-old said with a smile. "After watching Trine and Mary do it, I think I am ready."

       "You always were a quick study," Ann said proudly. "Do it, then. Gut mommy."

       Christina smiled as she picked up the knife. Following Trine's example, she slid the knife into Ann, just about two inches above the pubic mound and brought it up to her mother's ribcage. She grabbed the sealant and sprayed the incision before the blood could really start to flow.

       Ann, though, was in agony. She let out a howl like none Trine or Christina had heard before. Even Joanne's painful cries were nothing next to Ann's cry of pain. Christina's determination wavered and she put down the knife, looking to Mary for help.

       "No, dear," Ann said, struggling to regain her composure. "I will be okay. Just do it. I do not want anyone else to do it. I love you. Just keep remembering that regardless of how I scream."

       Christina, seeing her mother's bravery, regained her own composure and picked up the knife again. She really was a quick study. Her teachers never had to repeat anything for her. This was no different and soon, she was done removing her mother's organs. She ground up the meat and added it to the stuffing. Then she returned to her mother and thrust out her own belly, inviting what came next.

       Ann chuckled at her daughter's eagerness. Picking up the knife, she cut her daughter open and did the job. Soon, Christina's organs had been removed and her saved meat ground up and added to the stuffing. Although Christina had not derived the same amount of pleasure Trine did, she still found the gutting to be kind of pleasurable.

       The two Malcolm women were soon stuffed and ready to be spitted. John and Michael had them sit down while Trine and her mother were put on to cook. The men brought out two steel trays that were 3 feet x 3 feet. In the middle of each, there was a stainless steel spit that rose up 22 inches.

       Trine and Mary did not have to be told. They stood up and went to the picnic table.

       "Okay, Mary," John said, "you first, dear."

       Mary smiled as she stepped onto the tray and lowered herself onto the spit. The loss of her organs earlier meant that the spit went smoothly up into her without causing any pain. Before she was seated, John had her hold herself up about four inches. While she was holding herself up, he inserted a few baby onions and mushrooms into her asshole.

       "To add a little more flavor," he said as she settled down on the tray.

       Mary's arms were tied behind her. Her legs were crossed in front of her and bound in that position. This gave everyone a clear view of Mary's pussy. Together, Michael and John carried the spitted woman to the oven and slid her in. They left the door open and went to prepare Trine.

       The 16-year-old followed her mother's example and lowered herself onto the spit. Like he did with Mary, John thrust a few onions and mushrooms into his daughter's asshole. Then, for good measure, he thrust his dick in her ass.

       "To pack it in, sweetie," he said to Trine.

       She didn't buy it for a second, but thought that, seeing as this was his last chance to fuck his daughter, she should let him. He pulled out before he came and sprayed it on Trine's face.

       "Thanks, sweetie. That was great."

       He added a few more onions and mushrooms up Trine's ass as Michael wiped her face clean of her father's cum. Then they bound her arms and legs. Working together, they carried Trine over to the oven and placed her inside right beside her mother.

       "Any last word's, dears," John asked his wife and daughter.

       "Thank you, dear," Mary said. "This has been wonderful. I had such a good time this past week and I cannot imagine a better way of going out. I love you."

       "Yeah, Daddy," Trine agreed. "I had a great time too. Thank you for letting me go out with mom like this. I love you, too, Daddy."

       "And I love you," John said.

       Then after kissing his wife and daughter one last time, he closed the glass door on the oven. Smiling at the two of them, he turned on the oven and went to help Michael prepare Ann and Christina.

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       "Wow, Mom," Trine said as she started feel the heat begin to rise. "This is it. We're meat."

       "That is right, dear," Mary said as she turned to look at her daughter. "Thank you for granting me my wish. You have no idea how happy I am right now."

       "I am happy, too, Mom. I meant what I said to Daddy. I really had a great time today. I cannot imagine a better way to die."

       "And look," Mary said. "We have great seats. We can see everything they do to Ann and Christina."

       "I know. This is exciting. Ummph."

       "You okay, Trine?"

       "Uh, yeah," Trine said, her voice becoming a little husky. "I just discovered that, even though my legs are tied, if I flex my hips, I can rub my clit against the spit."

       "Oh," Mary asked as she tried it. "Ohhh, yes. I see what you mean. This is wonderful."

       "I, uh, I have one question, though."

       "What is that, sweetie?"

       "That cooking pit. There is only one. What are they going to do? Are they going to cook Christina and then cook her mom?"

       "I don't know, sweetie, ohhhhhh.....," Mary moaned. "I, uh, guess we will have to wait and see."

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       While John and Michael were oiling the spits, Ann and Christine watched the other two women begin to cook.

       "Wow, Mom," Christina said, "look at them. They are still talking."

       "Of course, dear," Ann said with a smile. "The oven is set to raise the heat slowly. It will be about 45 minutes before it is hot enough to cause heat stroke. They should easily last that long."

       "Oh, look at that. Trine's moving her hips. I think she is trying to fuck that spit."

       "It certainly looks that way. Mary is doing the same thing."

       "Okay, girls," John said, "we are all set. Who is first?"

       Ann and Christina looked at each other.

       "You go first, Mom," Christina said. "I think I need another moment to prepare myself."

       "Okay dear," Ann said as she kissed her daughter one last time.

       "Well, dear," Michael asked, "ass or pussy?"

       "What," Ann asked.

       "Do you want it up your ass or up your pussy?"

       "Gee, I do not know," Ann said as she pondered the question. "I think I would like it up my pussy, but what if the spit heats up and overcooks it? What do you think, Michael?"

       "Well," he said, "it is true that your pussy could burn if the spit goes through there. Because of that, I would recommend running it through your ass. Why would you prefer it in your pussy?"

       "Well," Ann said nervously, "I would like the stimulation on my clitoris. That way I can sort of 'cum and go' at the same time."

       Michael laughed at his wife's little joke.

       "Well, that is no problem, dear. We will start you high up and let you have your hands bound in front of you. That way, you can masturbate all you want until the heat gets to you. After you are dead, we will bind your hands behind you and lower you so you cook completely. What do you think?"

       "Oh, dear," Ann exclaimed, "that would be wonderful. In that case, spit me through the ass."

       She bent over the table and, reaching back, spread her ass cheeks to give Michael a good target. John held Ann's upper body steady as Michael inserted the tip of the spit into her asshole. After taking a moment to line it up carefully, Michael slowly but steadily pushed the spit through his wife.

       "Ohhhh," Ann said, "that feels a little weird. I can feel the tugging on my asshole, but because I have no organs there anymore I cannot feel it pushing through the stuffing in my belly. Oh, there it is. I feel it in my chest."

       She could feel it at the back of her throat so she stopped talking and tipped her head back and opened her mouth. A moment later, the spit came out of her mouth, a bit of stuffing stuck to the tip. Quickly, John and Michael turned her over and Michael cut an opening in his wife's throat, creating an opening through which she could breathe.

       While Michael was doing that, John placed a heat-shield halfway down the coal pit and mounted a Y-frame support on the middle of the heat-shield. Then they bound Ann's legs to the spit, bound her arms in front of her, and shoved the heat-resistant stabilizing rod up Ann's pussy before fastening it to the spit. When she was all set, they carried Ann to the pit and set her spit in the supports.

       "Your turn, kiddo," Michael said to Christina.

       Christina had heard the discussion about spitting through the ass or pussy and decided to do the same as her mother.

       "Can you bind my hands in front of me, too, Daddy?"

       "Of course. Anything for you."

       "Then," Christina said, "I will take it up the butt, too."

       "Would you let me fuck you there, first?"

       "Ok, Daddy."

       Christina bent over the table and spread her ass cheeks. Michael pulled out his dick and shoved it inside his daughter.

       "Oh, god, baby," he moaned as he started pumping in an out of her ass, "this is so good. This is better than good. This is great."

       Ann, seeing everything from her vantage point on the spit, smiled as best she could and furiously rubbed her clit.

       "Oh, Daddy," Christina panted heavily. "Oh Daddy, that feels wonderful."

       "Oh, god, baby, I'm going to cum. I wish I could cum in you but that would not be good for the meat."

       "I might be able to help you," a strange voice said.

       "Oh," Christina said as she recognized the voice, "hello again, Mrs. McClintock."

       "Hello, Christina," Erika said as she turned to Michael. "Christina and her friend helped me deal with my daughter earlier, so maybe I can kind of return the favor. If the two of you don't mind, when you are ready to cum, you can do it in my mouth."

       "Oh, thank you," Christina said happily. "That would be great. Right, Daddy?"

       "Oh, uh, uhhh, yes," Michael said. "Oh, I'm there. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum now."

       He pulled out of Christina's ass as Erika sank to her knees. Without hesitating, Erika engulfed his cock in her mouth and began sucking. A split second later, her mouth was literally flooded with Michael's cum. As he kept spurting, some leaked out the corner of her mouth. She swallowed, then, wiping the spillage with her finger, she shoved it back in her mouth.

       "Yummy," Erika said. "I would love to do that again sometime."

       Michael, looking her over appreciatively, nodded.

       "We just might be able to do that. You want to stick around and share our meal?"

       Christina rolled her eyes. Her mother was not even dead yet and her father was already courting a replacement.

       "We ready, Daddy," she asked.

       "Yes we are," Michael said, returning to the task at hand.

       Again, John held down the upper body as Michael inserted the spit into the 16-year-old's asshole. After lining it up, he slowly pushed it through her.

       "Thanks again," Erika said as she sunk down to look Christina in the eye. "I really appreciated you helping me with Joanne."

       "You're welcome," Christina replied. "It was fun. Oh, I feel it in my chest now."

       "Tip your head back and open your mouth, sweetie," Erika said.

       Christina did so and a moment later, the spit emerged.

       "You look so beautiful, sweetie," Erika said as she kissed Christina. "Thanks again."

       As they did with her mother, the men cut a hole in Christina's throat allowing her to breathe and bound her hands in front of her. They bound her ankles to the spit and inserted the stabilizing rod into her pussy. Then, Michael pressed a button near the tip of the spit and the tip popped off. Without the pointed tip, the spit had a notched end. John pressed a similar button on Ann's spit and the tip popped of that spit as well.

       Christina was light enough that Michael could pick her up, spit and all, and carry her over to the pit. Lining up the notches on the two spits, Michael and John locked them together, creating one long spit. They then positioned Christine so she was looking directly into the eyes of her mother before tightening the stabilizing rod in place.

       Once that was done, a motor was attached to each end of the spit and turned on. Mother and daughter watched the world spin around them as they began to cook. As the heat began to cook them, both Christina and Ann were furiously masturbating.

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       "Look at that," Trine said wearily, "they made one big spit. Now, Christina and her mother can watch each other cook."

       "Just like us, dear," Mary said weakly.

       They had talked all through Ann's and Christina's spitting. The heat kept rising and Trine and Mary could smell their meat cooking. They were getting weaker and weaker as the heat started getting to them. They were not going to last much longer.

       "I love you, Mom," Trine said as she watched Christina and Ann turn over the coals.

       Mary's failure to respond caused Trine to look over. Mary's head hung at an angle and her eyes were glazed over. Trine did not have to be a doctor to know her mother was dead.

       "I love you, Mommy," Trine repeated. "Happy Mother's Day. I will be with you soon."

       She then let her chin rest on her chest and died as the heat overtook her.

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       Out of the corner of her eye, Christina saw her friend slump over. Trine was dead. Christina could see that Mary was dead, too. Looking straight ahead at her mother, she saw that her mother was close too.

       "That's good," Christina thought as she weakly continued masturbating. "This really was the best way to go. I'm glad we did it."

       Five minutes later, after one last orgasm, Christina gave up and died as well.

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       John, Michael, and Erika sat eating their dinners. John had Trine's pussy and one of Mary's tits along with a salad. Michael had Ann's pussy, half of one of Christina's tits and a salad.  John had given Mary's pussy to Erika and she received one of Ann's tits from Michael. The rest of the meat was packed away to take home for future meals.

       "This was an excellent barbecue," Erika said. "Thank you for inviting me. Those women had wonderful meat."

       "You are welcome," Michael said with a smile. "Why don't you come over tomorrow? We could heat up Christina's pussy and her other tit and make a meal of them."

       "You really should," John said. "Michael is an excellent cook. You would have a great meal."

       Erika agreed to go over to Michael's the next night and all three of them sat back and finished their meals. It was the best Mother's Day any of them had ever seen.

The End