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Once again, Saffron felt herself being lifted up by the strong hands of Nickie and the other man. She was carried briskly outside to the St. Andrew's cross, where she was tightly secured by wrist and ankle, suspended with her feet off the ground. Saffron felt more exposed than she ever had in her life. She had walked around in public completely nude for more than a month but never did she feel more naked than she did right at that moment. Her mother and her sister stood by her side, their conservative pantsuits contrasting with her lascivious nudity and making her feel all the more exposed. There she hung, ring gag in place, an object of display for any and all comers. Saffron heard the sounds of a string quartet playing.

It wasn't long before guests started to arrive and Saffron began to turn red with embarrassment and utter humiliation. Her mother greeted each guest and directed them to admire the main course hanging for their pleasure on a cross.

"Oh she does look just delicious! How will she be cooked?"

"A traditional live spit roast!"

"Marvelous! Simply marvelous. We look forward to seeing her spitted over the coals."

Saffron had never felt less like a person. There she was, for all to see and comment on as they passed. She was the only nude one. The only one who could not speak because of a ring gag. She was the only one who would soon be killed and devoured for the pleasure of the guests.

"And, may I ask, what grade did she receive?"

"At first, an A- but, upon reconsideration, an A"

"She truly does look like an A indeed! Quite the sow, if I do say so myself."

"She's my first born, you know!"

"Is she really? A truly rare pleasure then!"

Her mother had placed a small paper sign in front of Saffron's cross reading, "Please Do Not Touch the Sow for Sanitary Reasons" but that didn't stop many of the guests from inquiring whether they could feel the firmness and quality of the meat. A few young men even asked if there would be an opportunity to "tenderize the meat." Monica, though visibly insulted by the insinuation that her party was some sort of bacchanal in which the meat would be raped by all comers, politely informed them that, no, there would not be such an opportunity.

"Rosemary, my god, here comes Gail Thornton!" whispered Monica.

An older woman in a floor-length red gown approached down the stone steps from the house. She was accompanied by a balding man in a black suit with a matching red tie. They sauntered up to Monica and Gail Thornton extended a long, bony hand for Monica to shake.

"Mrs. Gail Thornton! What an honor to have you join us. Please let me introduce my youngest: this is Rosemary. She's also my personal assistant and a rising star here at CW Corp."

"Simply a pleasure, darling."

Gail Thornton and her husband both shook Rosemary's hand. Monica then gestured to her nude daughter hanging decadently from the St. Andrew's cross. Unable to close her mouth for almost an hour at this point, Saffron had begun to drool all over her breasts. A thin string of drool was just escaping her mouth as Monica said:

"And this is my eldest and tonight's main course, Saffron. I do hope you'll find her to your liking."

"Oh I'm certain I will, darling."

This was all too much for Saffron as she let out a furtive whimper, eliciting a haughty chuckle from Gail Thornton.

"Now, darling, I see it says here that I'm to look and not touch but surely an exception can be made."

Monica paused for a moment.

"By all means! Please, feel free."

Saffron looked on with horror, a fresh sense of betrayal by her mother building within her. How could she let this stranger fondle her? Wasn't it bad enough that she was going to be spit roasted? Again, she remembered it was all for the future. For her mother and her sister, who stood right next to her.

Gail Thornton glided over to Saffron's cross as Saffron's breath came in ragged spurts. She extended a bony hand and pinched Saffron's left nipple before slowly circling her areola with a finger. She then moved her hand slowly down Saffron's body and Saffron's body responded. By the time that Gail Thornton's hand arrived at Saffron's pussy, it was dripping wet. She slowly began massaging Saffron's clit as she hung on her cross, totally unable to control her body as it betrayed her. Gail Thornton slid a finger into Saffron's pussy as she shuddered and moaned through her ring gag. Another thick rope of drool dropped from her mouth as Gail Thornton began fucking Saffron's wet cunt with her fingers.

"Good good, nice and wet. Just like a good roasting sow ought to be." Gail Thornton wiped her fingers on Saffron's belly as she walked away.

"I truly can't wait to see her squirm on the spit, darling."

Saffron was beyond humiliated and let out a sob as her body shuddered after being left wet and frustrated by the old woman's hands.

"I told you she would want to be closer to the roast than the string quartet," Monica whispered to Rosemary.

Just then Jessie appeared, barely hiding a grin.

"Madam, I'm so sorry to say we'll have to wash and sanitize the sow again since she's been touched. It's a matter of food safety, you see."

Monica looked frustrated but understanding.

"Very well, in that case we won't be needing this anymore."

Monica picked up the paper sign, ripped it in half, and placed the scraps in her coat pocket. Saffron let out a pained groan as she realized that her torment was only about to increase. She tried to make her objection known but she could only vainly groan something that sounded only vaguely like, "Please no, mother." Her plea went either unheard or, more likely, ignored.

From that moment on, it was open season on Saffron's body for the guests. Even more guests politely asked Monica if they could touch the meatgirl on display as they entered the party.

"Monica, dear, may I?"

"But of course!"

The torment to Saffron was nigh unbearable as her breasts were groped, her nipples pinched, her pussy explored, and her body invaded in every conceivable way. Several guests even reached into her gagged mouth, toying with her tongue and inner cheek. The main aim of these invasions seemed to Saffron to be her abject humiliation and nothing more. As more and more guests entered, her arousal only built, the perversity of the situation and her sheer embarrassment only adding to the growing heat in her loins and belly. She was soon becoming desperate for release. Even the guests who had already entered returned to make sure they had a turn toying with the captive meatslave. The string quartet played on (Vivaldi's Four Seasons) as Saffron's body was exposed to more and more hungry and prying hands. The hors d'oeuvres were served, drinks from the open bar were flowing, and more and more guests extracted their perverse pleasure from Saffron's body, hanging helplessly on her cross.

As the afternoon wore on, the guests entering began to slow. Saffron was a sweaty, panting mess, moaning for someone to take pity on her and either make the torment stop or to finally let her cum. She was in this state of abject humiliation when one of her greatest fears was realized: the Katzenbaums arrived. Saffron had graduated in the same grade as Violet Katzenbaum and had always had a crush on her older brother, Cecil. Saffron knew that the Katzenbaum's father, Leopold, was the CEO of one of the corporate clients of CW Corp but had prayed that the family wouldn't be in attendance to see her roasted. Violet was never exactly cruel to Saffron but seemed to delight in lording her truly obscene wealth over her. The two families were close and would often move in the same social circles, meaning Violet and Saffron knew each other well.

"Monica, my dear!" shouted Leopold Katzenbaum, "how lovely of you to invite us."

"Oh don't be silly, Leopold, of course your family is always welcome in our humble home."

"When we got the invitation, we knew we couldn't miss Saffron's big day! Truly lovely of you to make such a meaningful sacrifice of your first born. I could never bear to part with my Violet, you know." Violet looked pointedly up at Saffron and grinned.

"Was it very hard to convince her to give herself up?"

"Why, not at all," Monica lied, "she was positively eager to offer her body up as the main course of tonight's banquet."

"Marvelous! Simply marvelous! And what, if I may ask, have you done to prepare dear Saffron?"

"But of course! When she signed her meatgirl contract on her twentieth birthday, she insisted on forfeiting her human rights and being kept as a slave in the interim before today's banquet. This allowed us to carefully monitor her diet to ensure the richest flavors for our guests. She has also been strictly forbidden from strenuous exercise for the past month to ensure that her meat is tender. We've also kept her strictly locked away unless accompanied lest she try to give in to her more carnal desires. We would be so embarrassed if her body was sullied by the advances of a young man. I can assure you that her cunt steak is pristine, having been untouched for more than a month"

Saffron's entire body was turning a shade of pink in embarrassment. Her mother was casually sharing the most intimate details of her captivity with some of her closest acquaintances. She was being spoken of like she was a common possession, as if Monica was simply sharing the ways in which the house was cleaned in anticipation of the banquet.

"What excellent work you've done, Monica. Oh! There's Gail Thornton, I had best go pay my respects. Come along, Charlotte. Children, feel free to stay and reacquaint yourselves with your former classmate. Simply charmed, Monica. Simply charmed."

With that, Leopold Katzenbaum and his wife headed towards the cocktail tables, leaving their two children, grinning sadistically with their former classmate-turned-meal.

Saffron again plaintively groaned a plea for mercy as Violet and Cecil descended on her.

The two immediately began manhandling Saffron's body, painfully grabbing her breasts. Cecil, pinching her clit, said, "I always knew you were a slut. Good for nothing but a cheap fuck or a good meal. It must have been torture for you not to fuck for a whole month."

Saffron moaned into her gag. She couldn't take it anymore; the combination of her humiliation and the probing hands of the guests made her utterly famished for the release of an orgasm. She pushed her crotch forward off of the cross to lean harder into Cecil's hand as Violet roughly fondled her breasts, eliciting a laugh from them both.

"You're right, Cecil, she really is a slut. How does it feel, slut? Knowing that I'll be feasting on your flesh tonight? You love the idea of being ass fucked by the spit, don't you?"

"An eager volunteer indeed!"

Both the Katzenbaum children laughed. Saffron moaned. Her head was swimming and she was desperately, hungrily building towards orgasm.

"Now, now. Cecil, Violet. You must not damage the meat! You'll have plenty of opportunities to play with your food once she's roasted." said Monica.

The Katzenbaums, chastened but delighting no less in Saffron's torment, both withdrew their hands immediately, leaving Saffron on the verge of orgasm and thrashing against her cross.

"Haha, I guess you'll just have to cum when you're impaled. Sorry, slut."

Saffron screamed in frustration, causing the conversation on the terrace to briefly stop and all heads to turn towards the reception table. Saffron felt all eyes on her as she moaned and thrashed against her cross, desperate for release. She turned her head towards Rosemary, trying in vain to communicate her desperate need to cum.

"Now, Saffron, that's enough. You're causing a scene." her mother chastised her. "Besides, it's nearly time for you to be cleaned again."

Barely listening, Saffron screamed through her gag again, overwhelmed by the burning desire in her loins and the humiliation of being treated like an object. A few more guests came into the banquet but, to Saffron's dismay and no matter how much she groaned at them, none so much as touched her, let alone gave her the release she craved.

Before long, Nickie and the other man had returned. The other man held Saffron tightly around the waist as Nickie unfastened her from the cross. The other man threw Saffron's body over his right shoulder and began heading towards the guest house. Saffron could once again feel the eyes of the entire assembly locked on her as she was carried like a sack of potatoes to be washed, her asshole and pussy clearly visible over the man's shoulder.

Saffron again found herself on her back on a metal table inside the guest house. Her lust was still burning inside her and, finally, with her arms free, she was able to furiously masturbate her clit. Thinking that she had a moment to herself, she arched her back in ecstasy as she finally built towards the release she so craved. She didn't care about the chefs and staff still bustling around the kitchen preparing the luncheon courses of the afternoon. Moaning with abandon, she built towards orgasm. She then noticed a flash of light coming from outside of the guest house. She looked up with horror as she saw a small crowd had gathered at the window of the guest house, filming and shooting pictures of her lurid display on their phones, pointing and laughing at her desperation. It was too late now, she couldn't stop. In utter depraved humiliation, she came. Perhaps harder than she ever had in her life, her hips bucking beneath her and the metal table becoming slick with her juices.

Monica burst through the door. "What the hell is going on in here?"

Saffron curled herself into a ball.

"Saffron, you're risking everything with your little display! Can't you control yourself? I need this banquet to be remembered as the event of the year, not as some sex show put on by the hostess's whore of a slave-daughter! Do you need to be restrained again?"

Monica sighed and closed the curtains to the guest house.

"I suppose I shouldn't have let the guests touch you if I didn't want this to happen. I'm sorry, Saffron. This just means so much to me and I need everything to be perfect."

Monica went to hug her daughter but she was too distraught. Monica sighed again.

"Let's get her cleaned up, it's almost time."

Saffron sobbed in her little ball as the kitchen burst into activity again after the brief distraction caused by Saffron's masturbation and Monica's outburst.

Nickie went to pick her up, almost tenderly, and bring her back to the patio around behind the guest house. Jessie followed close behind, carrying a bucket. This time, however, several of the male chefs also followed along, eager to see an encore of the Saffron's performance.

Monica left the guest house, returning to her hostess duties and apologizing profusely for the interruption caused by her daughter. Only a few of the guests seemed to be the least bit disturbed, suggesting that Monica really should consider keeping the meatslave restrained to prevent such unsavory performances in the future. Monica politely thanked them and assured them it would not happen again. She glared at the Katzenbaum siblings as they compared videos of Saffron's ordeal on their phones. Monica was then unexpectedly approached by Gail Thornton.

"You really mustn't fret, darling. In the old days, they used to say that an orgasm enhances the flavor of a meatgirl! Nonsense in reality, but, all the same, these things are common amongst human livestock. I do say, it seems to have elevated the party rather than detracting from it!"

Monica looked around and saw several groups of guests huddled around phones, laughing and sipping cocktails. Still, Monica couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Gail Thornton could see it on Monica's face.

"If anyone makes any fuss about this minor breach of etiquette, you direct them to me, darling. They wouldn't dare go against my word. Besides, they should be embarrassed for filming your daughter through the kitchen windows like common rabble. This is no frat party where anything goes! I guarantee no one will remember this minor transgression once they see your meatslave writhing deliciously on a spit and try a mouthful of her succulent body."

Gail Thornton squeezed Monica's hand and winked at her. Monica could have fainted from relief.

"Only one person's preference matters, right mom?" said Rosemary, placing a hand on her mother's shoulder and smiling.

Back behind the guest house, Jessie put the bucket on the ground.

"Now's your last chance to pee, sow. You don't want to piss yourself in front of mommy and all her guests, do you?"

The half-dozen or so chefs that followed Jessie, Nickie, and Saffron outside chuckled. Smart phones started coming out, pointed at the naked, gagged girl.

Saffron tried to protest but was unintelligible because of the gag. She could only sob. Shaking, she lowered herself over the bucket and covered her face. The caterers watching with their smart phones began to whistle and cheer, relishing Saffron's humiliation. She covered her face and tried to drown out the sounds around her. A few drops of urine hit the bottom of the bucket and then stopped. Saffron was too embarrassed to be doing this in front of the men.

"C'mon! Or I'll make you piss on the grass like a dog!" Jessie shouted. The men laughed again.

Finally, a stream of piss began filling the bucket as Saffron sobbed into her hands. She wondered why she couldn't just use the toilet, away from her tormenters. As if reading her mind, Jessie retorted, "Meatslaves don't have any right to privacy! You're nothing but meat now, slut."

Saffron finished relieving herself as the men chuckled and dispersed, satisfied with the humiliation wrought upon the twenty year old. Saffron was given nothing to wipe herself with, the bucket was just snatched away by Jessie who instructed Nickie to handcuff her again to the column.

"Make sure this one doesn't touch herself anymore!" Nickie let out a low, rumbling laugh as he dragged Saffron over to the column and locked her tight again.

This time, she wasn't cleaned by the hose but rather with sponges. The caterers weren't shy about using the rough side of the sponge on Saffron's delicate skin, causing it to turn a bright pinkish red. Once they were done scrubbing every part of Saffron's body, she was again carried into the guest house and placed on the metal table. Her arms were pulled sharply behind her back and she was bound at the wrists and elbows.

"It's time, sow."

Saffron was again lifted and carried by two men out of the guest house towards the waiting crowd. The servers walked among the tables ringing small bells to signal the crowd to take their seats. Many ignored this at first, opting instead to get a better view of the succulent meatslave being carried to her doom.

"This is it," thought Saffron as she was carried through the crowd towards the banquet tables and the small stage. She remembered the words of her mother about having to make sacrifices and the words of her sister about doing the most she could for the family business. She saw the Katzenbaums, whose children were filming her with their phones and grinning broadly. She recognized many of the guests who had fondled and abused her. This was the moment they had all been waiting for. She looked onto the stage and saw the fierce, long spit that would soon impale her ass to mouth. She shuddered and tried again to think of her family and why she was doing this. She saw her sister smiling sadly at her near the stage, her notepad and pen still in hand. Saffron fought the urge to scream and the thought that she wished it was Rosemary instead of her. She remembered how she was the first born and how that meant she had a special duty to the family. In this case, the duty to roast alive, spitted like a pig. She thought of the future she was securing for her mother. She saw Gail Thornton, staring deep into her eyes. She had taken the position nearest the roasting pit, eagerly awaiting its occupant. Then she saw her mother. Monica was not looking at Saffron but rather speaking quietly to Rosemary, having her jot down last minute notes. Her mother had chosen this fate for her. Her mother had removed her humanity from her, systematically breaking her down over the course of a month. Her mother did not even care to look at her now. Saffron tried as best as she could to push away one thought: she didn't have a mother anymore, simply an owner. No. It was just as Rosemary said. Her mother loved her, that's what made it a sacrifice. A business woman must make sacrifices, after all. Saffron could not stop shaking as the men carrying her placed her on her feet on the small wooden stage. Her chest was outstretched due to her tightly bound restraints. The entire crowd was looking at her in anticipation. Many had their phones out and Saffron noticed a professional photographer and videographer capturing the event for posterity.

Her mother finally looked up at her and smiled. She mouthed, "thank you" one last time before mounting the stage and standing next to her nude, bound, and gagged daughter.

She was handed a microphone by a servant and lightly tapped on it. The crowd took their seats and quieted, waiting for what Monica had to say.

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for attending this celebration of another successful year for CW Corp!"

The crowd politely applauded.

"I know that I can speak for everyone in the upper management team when I say how grateful we are for all your hard work. Without you, this company would be nothing, but thanks to your dedication, grit, and creativity, we can celebrate a fiscal year of growth and expansion. Please, give yourselves a round of applause."

Again, the crowd applauded.

"Tonight is for you! Tonight is to celebrate that CW spirit that guides everything you do. Tonight is a night to honor the incredible progress that we've made over this fiscal year. As an expression of my immense gratitude for everything you've done in the past year, I wanted to give back to our CW family. That's why, tonight, I am offering you all a gift of my own flesh and blood. I am offering you a sacrifice of my first born child to nourish your bodies and feed your spirits. While I will miss my beloved Saffron, I gladly make this sacrifice to you as a gesture of appreciation and love for the mission of CW Corp."

The crowd applauded again, this time louder and more drawn out. Saffron was visibly shaking next to her mother, doing everything she could to hold back her tears.

"But I know I speak for everyone when I say there's one person who made all the difference this past fiscal year. There's one person who ensured the success of CW Corp above everyone else. Our President and CEO, our fearless leader: Gail Thornton."

The crowd applauded again as Gail Thornton humbly rested a hand on her breast and nodded, smiling.

"Mrs. Gail Thornton has done more for CW Corp. than any of us. That is why I think it only appropriate that Gail Thornton be afforded the honor of impaling the meat for tonight's roast!"

Gail Thornton looked surprised but immensely grateful as she rose to her feet amongst much louder applause and raucous cheers. Saffron's eyes grew wide as she saw the older woman glide towards the stage. She saw Jessie greasing the spit out of the corner of her eye and shuddered, her breasts visibly shaking for all to see. Gail Thornton hugged Monica.

"Honored, darling, simply honored."

Then Saffron felt Nickie and the other man grab her by her bound arms and lower her to her knees, facing away from the crowd, pushing her torso down so that the entire assembly could see her ass and pussy clearly.

"Please," Saffron tried to moan through her gag but it was too late. Jessie handed Gail Thornton the long, greased spit as Saffron trembled on the stage.

"I'm going to enjoy this, darling." Saffron heard Gail Thornton whisper. The men held Saffron down and spread her ass cheeks, giving the crowd an even better view of Saffron's anus, puckering in anticipation of the massive spit. Jessie held Saffron's head as Gail Thornton lined up the spit against Saffron's asshole.

With a quick, sharp push, Saffron was being impaled. She screamed as she felt the spit fill her up. Gail Thornton had clearly impaled a meatgirl before, her steady hand pushing the implement deeper into Saffron's captive flesh. The crowd applauded, cheered, and laughed at Saffron's agony as the sharp tip of the spit slid through her body. The spit made a precipitous crunching sound as Gail Thornton slid the spit deeper and deeper, through Saffron's torso. She screamed and sobbed as the spit made its way through her body, her body thrashing involuntarily against the intruder. The strong hands of the men and of Jessie kept her from moving too much, however, as Saffron began to gag as the spit made its way up her throat. The bloodied tip then emerged from behind her tongue, pushing through her lips, cruelly held open by the ring gag her mother had placed in her mouth.

And, with that, Saffron was fully impaled, ass to mouth. Amazed she was still conscious, Saffron vainly tried to scream against the spit as the two men secured her feet to the implement with roasting twine before lifting her and carrying her off the stage to the roasting pit.

Tears streamed from Saffron's eyes out of immense pain and utter humiliation as the photographer knelt next to the roasting pit, capturing her agony on film. The two men lifted her impaled body onto two uprights next to the pit and attached the belt of a motor to the spit. Slowly, Saffron began to turn as she felt the heat of the coals against her skin.

The crowd was absolutely enraptured, cheering, laughing and taking photos with their smartphones as Saffron turned helplessly over the firepit. This was the end. Saffron could no longer think of her mother or her family as she turned, only of the incredible pain she was enduring. She felt herself beginning to cook as the crowd looked on, entranced by the decadent sight of her young body writhing over the coals.

Jessie returned with a bowl and a basting brush, daubing a sweet sauce all over the meatgirl's body. Appropriately, the mixture was a glaze based in saffron, chosen to compliment the flavor of the long pig as well as to go well with Saffron's given name. Rosemary shuddered as she watched her sister being basted, imagining the rosemary sauce her mother would have no doubt chosen for her had she been in her sister's place.

The party continued with a new atmosphere of jubilation. Guests came and went, enjoying snacks as they watched Saffron's agony as she turned. Luncheon was served, a glazed ham, no doubt meant to call into contrast the long pig which would be the night's main course.

Saffron began feeling her body fat begin to bubble and cook as she spun, the motorized rotisserie not allowing relief for any part of her body. The fat of her breasts was beginning to drip onto the hot coals, causing them to sizzle and spit. The string quartet played on as Saffron's groaning screams began to lessen.

Gail Thornton was absolutely captivated, turning her chair fully around to get the best view of the meatgirl's agony. She simply adored fresh-roasted meatgirl and took particular pleasure in watching a meatgirl's last dance on the spit.

Before long, Saffron began slipping in and out of consciousness. Her skin had begun to turn a deep, orange-brown and her scent began to make mouths water all across the party. Jessie basted the girl once again as she started to slip away. Her mother and sister stood by her side, Rosemary holding back tears and Monica smiling proudly at her daughter's ordeal.

Saffron's last thoughts were of her family. The pain began to melt away as she slipped into unconsciousness for the last time. She remembered what her sacrifice was for. Saffron thought of the sacrifices her mother had made and reflected on this last, ultimate sacrifice. With all her heart, she hoped that all her suffering would be worth it and that she would be remembered as having opened the door to generations of prosperity for her family.

Saffron slipped away as her naked body continued spinning over the hot coals.

The meatgirl had to cook for several more hours before she was served. The sun began to set as guests continued enjoying the festivities, getting hungrier and hungrier as Saffron's body was closer and closer to being done.

Finally, Jessie's timer went off and the two strong men lifted Saffron's lifeless body off of the uprights. They carried the perfectly roasted girl over to the stage, which had been prepared with a plastic tarp for sanitary reasons. Jessie produced a large carving knife and began to get to work on the girl, still impaled ass-to-mouth. The party guests looked on in anticipation from their seats as Jessie began carving large cuts from Saffron's rump, thighs, and breasts and plating the meat. Servants began bustling around, placing juicy cuts of girlmeat in front of expectant diners. The Katzenbaums got some of the choicest cuts: pieces of Saffron's breasts. Saffron's cunt steak was, of course, reserved for Gail Thornton, who beamed as the meat was placed in front of her.

Last, once all the diners had been served, Jessie began cutting through Saffron's neck to remove her head from her body. The girl's eyes were still open and the ring gag was still firmly in place in her mouth as Jessie slid her head off of the spit, placed it on a silver serving dish, and presented it at the head of the table. With her hair and makeup done up to perfection, Saffron's head made an excellent centerpiece, turned to face Gail Thornton as she dined on the girl's tender folds.

"Marvelous! Simply marvelous, darling," Gail Thornton exclaimed, causing another spontaneous burst of applause from the guests.

As the sun set, the party grew quiet as the guests feasted on the golden brown, slightly sweet flesh of the meatgirl. The silence was only punctuated with the moans of pleasure from the diners, the soft music from the string quartet, and the chirping of crickets.

Monica finally felt at ease as she looked over her guests. It was obvious that the night had been a roaring success as she heard the diners quietly commenting to one another how delicious the meat was. Her sacrifice had paid off perfectly. The night went on with many guests demanding seconds as Saffron's body slowly turned into picked over bones on the stage. Saffron's head gazed on as the diners consumed more and more of the girl, filling their bellies to bursting with her delicious meat.

It was true that Monica's sacrifice paid off. Soon after the banquet, she was offered the position of Regional Executive. Monica proudly moved into her new corner office, remembering her daughter's sacrifice and beaming with pride. She adorned the office with a large, oak desk and art from around the world. The finishing touch, however, stood watch up on a wall above Monica's stately desk. Saffron's head, still golden brown and bearing the ring gag, mounted on a stately oak board to match the desk, stood as a reminder of everything Monica was willing to do and everything she was willing to give to CW Corp.

This is my first attempt at writing a dolcett story. I wanted to play with a few of my favorite themes and ideas in the genre. I borrowed heavily from some of my favorite stories, adapting them to the sort of scenario that really gets my gears turning. I love a certain amount of reluctance in a victim without things getting too realistic. I tried to strike a balance of a victim who was more nervous and unhappy than existentially terrified, like a shy valedictorian who has to give a speech in front of her graduating class.

I hope it goes without saying that this story is pure fantasy. Readers should NOT construe the author as supporting or endorsing ANY of the acts, themes, or plot elements of this story in real life. In reality, the author abhors violence of any kind, especially against the most vulnerable. If you are having thoughts of perpetrating any form of violence in real life, I implore you to seek professional help.

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Monica bit her index finger as she considered where the string quartet should be set up. It was about 10:30 AM, about an hour and a half before guests were supposed to begin arriving. She looked around the grassy terrace as servants and hired hands bustled around, making last minute preparations. Moving her eyes from left to right, she considered possible places for the musicians, looking first at the guest house-turned-kitchen for the day, then at the cocktail tables, each arrayed with a maroon tablecloth and a tasteful white candle. She then turned her eyes to the pair of banquet tables across the terrace, each sporting matching maroon tablecloths and candles. Monica nodded subtly to herself as her eyes moved across the charger plates, silverware, and wine glasses, each perfectly in its place. But where for the damn quartet? Monica kicked herself for leaving this small detail to the last minute as she looked beyond the tables to the small wooden stage. The large cloth banner hanging between the trees flanking the stage read, "Congratulations, CW Corp!" Monica wandered across the lawn towards the stage, her finger still between her lips, making her way beneath the unilluminated string lights, considering whether to just go with the obvious choice--beneath the banner on the stage. Her 19 year old daughter, Rosemary, followed close behind in a smart looking navy blue pantsuit, notepad and pen in hand.

"Do you think the noise from the roast would drown out the strings if we put them on the stage?" Monica asked her daughter-secretary, "I'm worried that people won't be able to hear them over the screams."

"Hard to say! Maybe people will want to hear the screams more than the strings."

Monica thought hard as she looked at the large roasting pit dug just to the right of the stage. The banquet tables were arranged to give as many guests as possible a clear view of both the stage and the live roast, with the head of each table afforded an unobstructed view of the spitted meal.

"There's one person whose preference matters: Gail Thornton." Monica stated matter-of-factly.

The name of the founder, president, and CEO of CW Corp always came out as "Gail Thornton," never just Gail or even Mrs. Thornton. Such was the respect she commanded even from the upper echelon of the company's management like Monica. Would Gail Thornton prefer to hear the string quartet or the sumptuous groans of agony coming from the live spit roast?

"We'll have them set up by the cocktail tables. Close enough to be heard at the banquet tables but far enough to not be drowned out. If Gail Thornton prefers the music, she can sit by the musicians, if she prefers the roast, as I'm willing to bet she will, she can sit by the roast."

Rosemary jotted her mother's words down onto the notepad.

"They should be arriving in a little more than an hour."

"Perfect. Rosemary, why don't you go check on the entree? Make sure she's prepping properly."

Rosemary paused for a moment. Even after a month, it was still odd hearing her referred to as "the entree" rather than by her name. It took Rosemary a split second to register what Monica was asking her to do.

"Of course, mother. I'll be right back."

Rosemary turned and hurried past the banquet and cocktail tables, passing the guest house and the reception table. She saw two servants she recognized erecting a St. Andrew's Cross next to the table and a third carefully checking the guestlist one last time. She made her way up the stone steps to the ground floor of the house, threw open the French doors leading from the veranda to the sitting room, and hurried up the stairs. Knowing her time was short, she took the steps leading upstairs two at a time. Turning down the hall, Rosemary half-jogged towards a door at its terminus. Even though she knew she really didn't have to, she stopped and knocked on the door before entering.

"What do you want?"

"It's me, Rosemary."

"Yeah, okay."

The voice on the other side of the door sounded utterly fed up and clearly resented the disturbance. Regardless, Rosemary slowly opened the door and walked into the room. It was a brightly lit space with an enormous canopy bed and floor to ceiling windows. The curtains were cast open wide, letting the morning sunlight in. Rosemary's eyes immediately fell upon the object of her search: her older sister, nude save for a golden eternity collar, sitting at a vanity against wall, doing her makeup.

Rosemary was fairly used to her sister's nudity by now. Her mother had insisted upon it a little more than a month prior and Saffron's body hadn't known a stitch of clothing since. Ever since Saffron's twentieth birthday, she had remained completely naked. This was to give her time to grow accustomed to her new station, Monica had said.

It was on that birthday that Monica had sat waiting for Saffron in the entry way of the family's palatial estate. Saffron had gone out in the morning with her friends to ride horses then enjoy a luncheon to celebrate her big day: the end of her teenage years. Arriving home in the family car driven by her parents' valet, Saffron was a jumping ball of excitement in anticipation of the gifts that would surely be waiting for her at home. Opening the front door, however, she only found her mother in the entry way, dimly lit by the afternoon sun shining through the family's stained glass windows.

"Why don't you sit down, sweetie?"

Saying nothing but knowing something wasn't right, Saffron joined her mother in one of the two armchairs against the wall of the entry way. Monica was silent for a moment, clearly not sure where to begin.

"I... You know... Your father and I have decided it was best to not get you any birthday gifts this year, Saffron. It didn't seem right to..."

"Didn't seem right? Why, mommy? What's going on?" Tears began to well up in Saffron's eyes.

"You see, sweetie, I've made a decision... I..."

There was another moment of silence as Monica contemplated her words and Saffron stared at her, confused and hurt.

"Saffron, dearest, you know that a business woman of my stature has to make sacrifices."

Saffron's tears now began streaming down her cheek as her frustration with her mother grew.

"You know how much I've sacrificed for you and your father and your sister. The late nights, the weekends..." Monica trailed off. This wasn't coming out right. Better to just come out and say it.

"I've decided to throw a banquet for the CW Corp executives and a few select clients to celebrate the growth and success of the fiscal year. If everything goes absolutely perfectly, I might be offered a position as Regional Executive."

Monica took a deep breath.

"But I have to show the executives that I would give absolutely anything for CW Corp. Absolutely anything, up to and including my first born. I've decided that you will be the main course at the banquet."

Saffron's eyes grew wide as tears began streaming down her face.

"You're... You're going to sacrifice me for... for a promotion?" Saffron's voice began to grow in anger, hurt, and volume.

"Sweetie, please don't be like that. It's not just some promotion. I'd be in charge of all the offices in the entire province. My pay would nearly triple. It's for a better life for the entire family: for your father and your sister." Monica reached over to the table beside the arm chair and handed Saffron a stack of legal documents.

"This a meatgirl contract and an accompanying slave contract. The banquet isn't for another month but I want you to sign today so we can get you ready and you can have some time to get used to the idea of being a meatgirl."

Stunned, Saffron flipped through the pages, reading but not really comprehending.

"Well what if I say no, huh? What if I say fuck your stupid contract?"

Saffron let out a sob of frustration and indignation. Monica sighed.

"Honey, I'm sorry but you don't have a choice. I don't want to do this but, if you refuse, you'll be cut off. You can say no but you can kiss your allowance, your car, your horses, and your inheritance goodbye."

Saffron was again stunned into silence.

"Please, Saffron, remember it's for your family. Please don't make me get your father involved."

Saffron gritted her teeth.

"Fuck you," she sniffled, "I hate you."

"Oh, baby, please don't be like that. This happens to lots of girls your age. You remember your friend, Brenda. Did she carry on like this?"

Saffron did remember Brenda. They had been close right up until Brenda was oven-roasted for her older brother's wedding. Saffron even attended the wedding and, though sad and conflicted, enjoyed her friend's meat immensely. Brenda had accepted her fate without any fuss, happily going to her death to celebrate the union of her brother and his new wife. She had even admitted to Saffron that the prospect of being roasted and eaten turned her on.

Saffron knew there was no way out of this. She let out a frustrated sob before grudgingly mumbling, "I'll sign."

And sign Saffron did. Her mother had her shed all of her garments but at least allowed her to keep her other possessions, including her bedroom. Saffron was glad that it was late Summer, making going naked in the heat and humidity all the easier.

The day after her birthday, the entire family took Saffron to a Department of Human Livestock office for registration. Still not used to her nudity, Saffron tried vainly to cover her nipples and her sex as she walked into the office. This attempt was short-lived, however. After the clerk behind the desk recorded the details of the contract, an attendant in a white lab coat emerged from a door behind the desk. Saffron was inspected thoroughly, her arms, breasts, rump, and thighs pinched tightly to check for fat content. She was made to pose in various ways, lifting her arms behind her head, squatting near the ground, and other humiliating rituals. Worst of all, the entire process took place in the waiting room in front of the other patrons of the DHLS. Masters stared at her hungrily and other slaves and meatgirls looked on with sympathy and dread over the paces they too would be put through. Finally, the attendant had Saffron bend at the waist and spread her ass cheeks. Saffron began to cry from the humiliation but her mother tried to comfort her.

"There there, sweetie, it will all be over soon."

Saffron glared at her mother as tears streamed down her face and she did as instructed. The attendant applied latex gloves and stuck probing fingers inside Saffron's vagina and sphincter. Saffron let out another humiliated wail as the waiting room looked on at her abject humiliation.

Finally, the attendant removed the gloves and noted something down on his clipboard.

"So my preliminary assessment is an A- grade but that could still change."

Monica was clearly annoyed. "A-? Really?"

"That's what I said. You should be very proud to own such a highly graded meatgirl! I really only see A-'s once or twice daily. It's extremely rare to get higher than that."

Saffron wanted to disappear as the attendant and her own parents talked about her like she was little more than a piece of meat. But, in reality, that was what she was: meat.

After the DHLS appointment, Saffron's human rights were terminated and she was officially the property of her mother. She was no longer a daughter but merely a piece of livestock. As required by law, Monica attached a metal slave collar around Saffron's neck. However, as a sign of wealth and influence, Monica opted for a solid gold collar for the meatgirl who used to be her daughter.

That collar had not been removed since being affixed to her on the date of her registration and Rosemary found her sister still wearing it as she entered her room.

"Mom wanted me to check on you."

"Why?" Saffron sneered. Her attitude about the whole situation had improved little in the preceding month and, despite her mother's efforts to get her accustomed to the idea that she would be sacrificed, Saffron remained defiant.

"She just wants me to make sure you're getting ready, sis. That's all."

"Well I am! Now get out."

Rosemary walked over and put her arm around her sister.

"I know it's hard, Saffron. Believe me, I know."

"You know? How can you possibly know? You get to be mom's assistant and all I am is meat."

"You always wanted to help her with the business, right?"

Saffron looked away from her sister and continued applying eyeliner.

"You wanted to make a difference in the family business, right? Well that's just what you're doing today! Your sacrifice is doing more to help mom than I ever could as her assistant. Think of the look on Gail Thornton's face when she sees the lengths that mom is willing to go--the lengths you're willing to go--for CW Corp. Think of how happy mom will be when Gail Thornton takes that first bite of you and realizes there's no other woman for the job of Regional Executive than mom."

Saffron stopped putting on the eyeliner for a moment then continued.

"Just think of everything mom has done for you. I wish I had an opportunity to repay her and the rest of the family as completely as you will have tonight. I know you wish you were in my shoes and I in yours but you're the first born. That's what makes it a sacrifice. You're mom's pride and joy and she's giving you to CW Corp. That shows just how passionate she is about CW Corp's mission. I think that's pretty special, sis. You were chosen for this because you mean the most to mom. She's not throwing you away. She's raising you up to the most important position in her life."

Saffron stopped and looked at Rosemary in the mirror. For the first time in a month, Rosemary saw her sister just barely smile.

"Listen, I promise I'll be there for the whole thing. While you're on display, when you're spitted, when you're over the pit, the whole time."

Saffron, although reassured, gulped at the lurid description of her forthcoming demise. She smiled at her sister once again but still felt apprehensive about the ordeal she was about to go through.

Just then, the door opened. It was Monica.

"Saffron, aren't you ready yet? The caterers are here."

Saffron grinned at Rosemary, gave her a big hug, leapt up from her seat before the vanity, and ran to hug her mother as well. After a month of fighting with Saffron, Monica was shocked.

"Oh! What's gotten into you then?"

Saffron beamed at her mother. "A business woman has to make sacrifices, right mom?"

Monica, still surprised but with a growing sense of relief replied, "Why yes, yes she does. Why..."

"I love you, mom." Saffron then started to head downstairs to meet the caterers.

Saffron left the family home through the French doors and walked barefoot towards the guest house. As she passed the reception area and the St. Andrew's Cross, she couldn't help but shudder as she imagined herself on display there in just a matter of minutes. Despite her change of heart, Saffron was still apprehensive. She feared the pain she was about to endure and the humiliation of being cooked alive, stark naked, in front of a crowd of her mother's work colleagues and clients. There might even be guests that she knew personally. She didn't relish the thought but tried to remember the words of her sister. She was doing this for her family, for her mother.

The temporary kitchen set up in the guest house was a bustle of activity. As Saffron entered the cramped space, she saw a man in a chef's coat putting the finishing touches on a platter of hors d'oeuvres. She saw chefs rushing to and fro and assembling salads and soups for each course of the banquet. Then it caught her eye: a gleaming stainless steel spit leaning against the wall in a corner. She knew that this was her spit, the implement that would end her life.

As she stared at the spit wide-eyed and began to feel faint, a young woman, just a little older than Saffron walked up to her.

"There you are! You must be my main, am I right?"

"Your... your..."

"My main, the main dish. My roast! Follow me."

Saffron still felt woozy as she felt her feet moving to follow the young woman out the back door of the guest house to a small patio area away from the terrace.

"My name is Jessie by the way!"

"Oh, I'm... uh... Saffron."

The warmth of the sun on her face and bare chest helped calm Saffron's nerves a bit.

"Got it! I'll try to remember but it might just be 'sow' if I forget." Jessie giggled and Saffron suddenly felt faint again.

"My... uh...my mother..."

"What about your mom? We don't really have time for this. Your mom is probably a long ways away, sow. She's not coming to save you and you better get used to that real fast." Jessie clearly took some pleasure in toying with the meatgirls before ending their lives.

"No she's upstairs, my mother is the hostess." Saffron didn't know why she was saying this. Maybe she thought it would buy her some mercy or better treatment. Jessie grinned.

"You mean your mom's the one that ordered you up? Tough break, kid. I'd hate that bitch if she did that to me."

"She's not a bitch!" Saffron didn't know why she was defending her. Just this morning, she had screamed as much to her mother's face. Throughout the last month, she knew she loved her mother deep down and knew why she was doing what she was doing. If she had to die, at least she would die on her mom's team.

"Sure, sure. Sorry! Listen, we're running short on time. We need to get mommy's little roaster cleaned inside and out."

Only then did Saffron notice the chains hanging from a hook drilled into a support column for the roof of the patio. The hook was about 8 feet off the ground and the chains ended in identical handcuffs. Jessie led Saffron by the hand over to the chains just as a tall, muscular man emerged from the guest house.

"Nickie, can you get this sow locked up for me? I can't reach." Jessie giggled again as Saffron's knees got weak and she stumbled.

"You're not going to give me trouble, right, sow? Otherwise Nickie here has ways of keeping you still while we wash you."

"I showered this morning, isn't that enough?" Saffron's voice quavered as she asked, desperately hoping for one last shred of human dignity before being roasted alive and eaten. But that ship had long sailed.

"Sorry, policy. We don't know that you didn't fuck it up. Food safety and everything. It's good you're already shaved, we won't have to do that."

Saffron had shaved in the shower that morning, thoroughly removing her pubic and armpit hair. She had scoffed and laughed at herself. Why bother with routine? Let her mom get one of her pubes stuck between her teeth.

Nickie silently and forcefully pulled Saffron's arms above her head and snapped one handcuff around her wrist and then the other. Saffron shivered, although it was a warm morning (around 11 AM at this point). She was totally exposed in front of these two strangers. Totally unable to hide her body from them. Although she was somewhat used to going out and about in the nude, she felt especially naked now that she was powerless to cover herself even if she wanted to. She tried hard not to cry but could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

"You might have to redo your makeup after this," Jessie laughed as she untangled a nearby hose. Jessie cared little about keeping the nude, restrained twenty year old waiting as she bustled around completing tasks. Nickie stayed in front of her, staring directly at her chest, saying nothing.

Finally Jessie took aim with the hose and began spraying Saffron with ice cold water. Saffron screamed out of surprise and discomfort as Jessie sprayed her from head to toe. Saffron thrashed against her restraints and tried to move out of the way of the frigid stream of water but to no avail. Jessie laughed sadistically at her captive as she went back over her a second time with the hose.

"Turn around!" yelled Jessie.

Saffron could barely comprehend what she was being told to do.

"I... what?"

Jessie sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Dumb bitch. Nickie!"

Saffron felt Nickie's iron grip on her shoulders as he spun her around, twisting the chain above her head. This time she couldn't see the hose before it sprayed her. She had to wait, shivering and dripping with cold water, for Jessie to spray her again. Once again, the icy stream pummeled her vulnerable body and once again Saffron screamed. The makeup she had so carefully applied streamed down her face as she cried.

"Nickie!" hollered Jessie as she went up and down her back again.

Once again, Saffron felt Nickie's hands but, this time, not on her shoulders. She saw him approach her and reach around the column restraining her to grab each one of her ass cheeks in his massive hands. Spreading her cheeks, he pushed her forward, exposing her asshole and hairless pussy to Jessie's relentless stream of cold water. Again, Saffron screamed as Jessie sprayed the most intimate parts of her body.

"Oh shut up, will you? This isn't even the worst part!"

The water finally stopped and Nickie finally let her go. Saffron slumped against her chains, desperate to be released from their bondage. But her release didn't come. She looked around in vain for Jessie but all she saw was Nickie. He was grinning at her now, still silent.

Jessie returned with what looked to be a red hot water bottle, filled to bursting. She also carried a length of tubing that made Saffron shiver with anticipation. She didn't know what was coming next but expected it to be unpleasant.

Once again: "Nickie!"

Nickie obediently spread Saffron's ass cheeks again. This time Saffron could not bring herself to resist. That is, until she felt one end of the rubber tubing being pressed into her sphincter. Saffron began to thrash against the intrusion but was held tight by Nickie's large hands. She could feel the plastic tube emerging from her ass as she once again lost the will to resist. Whatever was happening had been approved of by her mother. Saffron tried hard to think about her mother, her sister, and her father and what her sacrifice would mean for the family. She pushed the thought of how the long, silver spike would be pushed into her anus in just a few hours out of her head and braced herself for what was to come.

Jessie hung the red bag from the hook connecting her chains and opened a valve in the tubing. Ice cold water filled Saffron's body as the enema bag emptied into her. She groaned as the water caused her insides to cramp. In preparation for her sacrifice, Saffron had only consumed clear liquids for three days and was, consequently, very hungry. The fullness even felt a little good for a moment as she took the water into herself. Jessie then positioned a bucket behind Saffron and Nickie painfully lifted her thighs, causing her to hang from her wrists. The metal handcuffs dug deep into her skin as Jessie pulled the tubing from her anus. Saffron blushed as she emptied her bowels into the bucket. Jessie took the bucket inside and brought it back. Her tormenters repeated this process four more times, until the water in the bucket ran completely clear.

Another man then exited the guest house and released her handcuffs. Saffron was already exhausted and aching from the ordeal but, before she could collapse to the ground, Nickie and the new man caught her by upper arms, preventing her feet from touching the ground. They carried her in this way into the guest house and placed her on one of the metal counters on her back. She thought this must have been where the man had been finishing the hors d'oeuvres.

"Hands and knees!" commanded Jessie.

Saffron obeyed. Two women then approached her and redid her makeup and put her hair up into a fashionable updo similar to the one she had sported to prom just a few years prior. Saffron was dazed by the whirlwind of activity as the women worked but her attention was immediately drawn to the front door of the guest house as her mother entered.

"Guests are due to arrive any minute! Is she ready?" her mother asked Jessie.

"Just a few finishing touches, ma'am, and she'll be ready for roasting!"

"Mother..." Saffron squeaked as a woman sprayed her hair with a ceramic compound to prevent it from burning.

"Yes, one minute." her mother talked past her, "Just bring her out and set her up on the St. Andrew's cross once she's all ready."

Then her mother looked at Saffron, put her hand on her chest and smiled. The two women pulled away as they completed their work.

"Saffron, you look simply gorgeous. You'll be absolutely delectable, I'm certain of it."

Her mother had changed into a grey pinstriped pantsuit and looked every bit the Regional Executive she hoped to soon be. Saffron smiled weakly at her mother, remembering the part she had to play in helping her achieve that goal. Her mother then reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a ring gag. She walked up to her daughter, nude, washed inside and out, and looking like she had just finished a day at the salon. She touched Saffron's cheek gently.

"Thank you, Saffron. Your sacrifice means the world to me. Remember you're doing this for your family to secure our prosperity for generations to come."

Saffron, still kneeling on her hands and knees, smiled at her mother and pushed away the feelings of resentment she could feel welling up in her.

"Do you have any final words, Saffron? Once the gag goes in, it doesn't come out."

This was it. Her last chance to say anything as a human being. Once the gag went into her mouth, she would truly be nothing more than meat.

"I realize this is my true purpose, mom. Thank you for fulfilling my destiny. I love you."

"I love you, Saffron." Her mother smiled at her. "Now open."

Saffron dutifully opened her mouth and her mother placed the gag between her teeth. She then reached backed behind Saffron's head and secured the leather strap tightly. Finally, she took out a tiny padlock from her jacket pocket and locked the ring gag in place, turning a tiny key.

"Now it's time to greet the guests," her mother smiled broadly. Saffron could tell she was excited and that made her happy. She couldn't help but shiver at the finality of it all, however, as she saw her mother throw the key in a kitchen trash can as she walked back out of the guest house.