Jessica’s Christmas Feast
Introduction:
Christmas is here and the awaited sequal to the thanksgiving feast is upon us, will Jessica “meat” her spit lover or will she escape her fate once again!.
The Sequel
Story: #36
Copyright ©2005
Written: December 25 2005
A story By: KaosAngel
Proofed by: Piasa_Troll
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Jessica sat at the kitchen table bits of girl bacon left over from breakfast dribbling from her mouth, not sure if she had heard her mother correctly over the clang on the oven door being slammed shut with Lina inside to begin her cooking, had her mother just said what she thought she said?, “What did you tell her?” Jessica asked already knowing the answer before her mother could tell her.
“I told her since they were giving us their only daughter to roast for thanks giving its only fair that we give them ours to roast for Christmas” came the reply Jessica feared, she had heard her mother correctly, turning to leave the kitchen her mother went into the living room leaving Jessica at the table with new thoughts of escape and survival.
Jessica had just dodged a big bullet or in this case roasting pan having quickly found a replacement turkey-girl for her mother to roast for Thanksgiving by the name of Lina who was at this moment cooking away in the large oven two feet away, standing from the table Jessica followed her mother to the living room and stopped in her tracks, staring at the television Jessica could see that her mother had turned on the dolcett thanksgiving parade.
It was float after float of girls dressed of turkey’s dancing, several floats showing naked girls in mock roasting positions and then came the last float with good old saint nick in his yuletide red suit with white trim sitting in a large red chair waving to the crowed, next to him on the float was a blazing fire with a spit roasting young girl over the fire, she was already beautifully golden brown, indicating she had been roasting for some time already it was clear that she was already dead from the impalement of the spit and the heat of the fire.
Jessica tearing her eye’s from the screen directed her attention to her mother sitting on the couch and she walked over and sat down next to her, “Mom I don’t want to die, you know that!” she said trying to cover the fear in her voice, “Every young girl die’s eventually, especially at your age, you 18 you cant live forever” was her mothers reply who didn’t even bother to move her eye’s from the television to look at her daughter.
“I know that but why me?” Jessica asked, “Because I am your mother and I said so, your going now I don’t want to her anymore of this” she said sternly looking Jessica in the eye’s for the first time since leaving the kitchen, “Ok, do you at least know what kind of roast they are planning so I know what to expect?” she asked trying to get more information without making her mother madder then she already was.
Her mother looked toward the television the image of Santa sitting next to the spit roasting girl and nodded, “A spit roast” she said looking black to her daughter who now wore a shocked face, Jessica felt like she was about to throw up like she often did during school when her spiting class teacher would demonstrate proper spiting technique using her fellow class mates as spitee’s by choosing one of the girls at random, Jessica had managed to survive the selection each time by hiding in the back behind bigger more delectable young girls or by feigning sickness and asking to be excused to see the nurse, although this had worked for her every time she had to watch many of her best friends spited before her eye’s. Those chosen to be the live demonstration in spiting class were cooked up and served to the school for lunch along with the normal day’s lunch-girls.
Jessica didn’t have any bigger more delectable girls to hide behind this time nor did she think her mother would fall for any of her old school tricks, no if she was going to survive roasting age she was going to have to come up with some other way to get out of being a Christmas meal for people she hates, for people she hates I am referring to anyone who would want to roast her for dinner. Which is in fact almost everyone?
Realizing her argument was lost Jessica decided not to anger her mother any further and left the living room to return to her bedroom and wait for dinner formally Lina to be ready to eat, she knew that if she could not come up with a way to escape the spit that she was now destined for someone would soon be wondering when her delicious flesh would be done roasting so they can gorge themselves, like she was now doing with thoughts of how Lina will taste in a few hours.
Several hours later Jessica’s mother had called up from the kitchen, “Jess dear, dinner is ready, come on down” Jessica came down from her room and took up her normal place at the dining room table with the shocked stairs of her mother and father as they looked on at her nude form presenting itself for their eye’s, the clear sign of a meat-girl readying herself for harvest day, “What’s this?” her mother said, “Why are you naked?” her father added, “Well I figured if your giving me to Mrs. Johnson to roast on Christmas I might as well get use to the idea now so I’ll be ready for the spit next month” she said helping herself to some meat from Lina’s thigh.
“When are you sending me to them anyway?” she asked taking her first bite, “December 23rd” her mother replied, “Why so early?” Jessica asked, “Mr. Johnson wants to tenderize you for 2 days leading up to when he will spit you on Christmas morning, you will roast all day to be ready for their dinner by 5pm” her mother said looking over to her daughter. Now Jessica was getting to much information and it was scaring her.
Jessica spent the next few weeks completely nude not even wearing so much as a single sock witch felt great and she did not have to worry about anyone grabbing her for a quickie roast since her cunt-tag had been upgraded from “available meat” to “reserved spit roaster” she even spent every spiting class nude sitting in the front row where her teacher could see her better instead of hiding in the back knowing that he could not choose her for the live spit demonstration since she was already destined to meet the sharpened point of one very soon.
Before Jessica knew what hit her the December 23rd was here, “Jess dear, are you ready to go to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson’s for the roast?” her mother had asked as she entered the kitchen for breakfast, “What” Jessica said having forgotten all about where and how she was supposed to spend Christmas which for here would be the last few days of her life, “Today we are delivering you to the Johnson’s, you will be roasting over an open fire in 2 days, remember?” she said as Jessica stopped to stare in shock at what her mother was saying, “Its time already?” she asked disbelieving a month could have gone by so fast.
Before she knew what was happening she was already in the back of her fathers car thinking of ways to escape the spit she knew waited for her at her destination, but since the Johnson’s house was only a few blocks away she was there in no time waiting with her mother for Mr. or Mrs. Johnson to let them in, “Hello Jessica, we have been so excited to be having you over for dinner” Mrs. Johnson said allowing Jessica and her mother to enter the house.
Once inside Mr. Johnson came up from the basement where he had been making last minute preparations for Jessica’s 2 day stay in the tenderizing room where he would work on tenderizing her non-stop right until zero hour when he would strap her to a picnic table in the backyard and spit her for roasting, taking Jessica by the hand and ignoring her mother Mr. Johnson lead her away to the tenderizing room giving her only a few seconds to wave a fast goodbye to her mother.
When they arrived at the tenderizing room Mr. Johnson had prepared he placed a collar around her neck and locked it in place with an electronic lock, “Don’t try to remove that collar if you do it will reward you with intense shocks” Mr. Johnson said as he placed a shackle with a chain that was bolted into the wall behind her onto her left leg, “That’s so you don’t get no ideas about running off” he added.
Jessica looked up at him, “I wont run off, but please don’t roast me, I don’t want to die” she begged, “I don’t care what you want, your meat now and you will roast up nice for our Christmas dinner, just like my little Lina did for your Thanksgiving feast” he said while making some inspections of his new meat, “How did she taste all spit roasted and golden brown?, I was planning on roasting her for Christmas until you came along, I would love to have been the one to shove a spit up her tight cunt” he said not really talking to anyone just babbling.
“My mom didn’t spit her” she replied to his question, “What’s that?” he asked, “Didn’t spit her?, then what did you do to her?” he added, “My mom oven roasted her” she said as he continued a silent inspection, “What a waste of perfectly good spit roasting meat, Oven roasting is never as good as spit roasting cause you don’t get the thrill of running the pole though the meat and seeing her eye’s as it comes out of her mouth and she can see it for the first time, that’s what I’m planning for your meat” he said.
“Isn’t there someone else who wants to be roasted that you can roast instead and let me go?” she asked still trying to worm her way off the hook so to speak, “Yes tons of girls I know want me to roast’em up proper, but I want you, the way your mom told me how you don’t want to roast is why I want you, the ones who don’t want to die on the spit are the ones who are the most exciting to shove the pole though” he said with a laugh.
Moving toward the door he was about to leave the room but then turned back to face Jessica, “I was looking forward to spitting Lina, she wanted to be roasted, yes, but she was not one who favored the spit, that’s why she would have been great for me to spit her, you saved her from the spit and gave her to her dream of being an oven roast and now you can have her nightmare with the spit” he said as he left the room and shut the door.
After a long tenderizing process the morning of December the 25th came at last at this point Jessica was so sore in all her hole’s she almost welcomed the news that it would soon be time to get her up and out to the back yard of the Johnson’s where she would be impaled by an 8 foot long steel pole from vagina to mouth and placed over a blazing fire to roast slowly until dinner, “Almost time for your last ride meat” Mr. Johnson had said to her when he woke her up in the morning after having gotten very little sleep to begin with his cock in her all night.
But Mr. Johnson’s cock was the least of her worries at the moment, 2 days have passed since she arrived here in her fathers car and she has yet to discover a way to escape her fate, there were times during her time with Mr. Johnson that she had wished he would just run his cock all the way thought her and be done with it, even now she is glad the day she feared is hear and her pussy is empty for the first time since her arrival, but not for long.
Finally it was time, “Lets go” Mr. Johnson said as he unhooked Jessica from her shackle that kept her leg bound to the wall for 2 days, “Please sir I don’t want to die, what can I do to make you spare me?” she begged one last time, “Nothing I will be pushing that spit thought you very soon, so please squeal for me like a nice piggy” he said grabbing her by the arm and almost dragging her upstairs, thought the kitchen and out into the backyard where people already sat waiting to see the show.
Mr. Johnson picked Jessica up and threw her on to the old red picnic table he used for spitting his meat, it wasn’t always red it has seen many meat-girls last moments of life as evidence of the blood-red stains that cover the whole of the table, Jessica now on her back on the table looked up to Mr. Johnson with tears in her eye’s, “Lets get a move on” a man was heard to shout from within the spectators, “Ya but we ain’t got all day” came another, “Get that pig on her post” was heard from the back but this voice was softer like a woman’s voice, Jessica recognized the voice of the woman as her own mother and looked up at her to be sure.
Way in the back but now moving closer to Jessica was her own mother, “Mr. and Mrs. Johnson invited us to the party to watch you roast, and I must say I’m looking forward to hearing you squeal like the little piggy you are!” her mother said looking straight into her eye’s, “Mom please stop this!” Jessica said as she tried to get off the table to go to her mother for protection, protection that would not come as Mr. Johnson jumped to Jessica and quickly bound her limbs to the four corners of the blood-red table and then went to fetch his spit.
When Mr. Johnson had returned with the spit he wanted to waste no more time with this meat-girl he wanted to here her squeal so he got in between her legs and greased up the sharpened end of the gleaming spit with girl-grease made from his last meat-girl roast and then greased up Jessica’s pussy inside and out, placing the point of the spit inside her and pushed it as far into her as it could go to rest on her cervix without passing into her womb, readying himself he was about to give one hard thrust of the spit to enter her and begin the painful spiting process just as a man walked into the yard with several police officers.
“Stop this at once” the man had said, “Get that thing out of her, this roast is canceled by the authority of the A.M.A, Alternative Meat Agency” he added handing Mr. Johnson some legal documents after removing the spit tip from his bound meat-girl and placing the spit on the nearby rack until he could sort all this out, “Who are you? And why have you interrupted my Christmas roasting party?” Mr. Johnson said in an angry tone, every one else as angry as he was, except for Jessica who was relieved to have been spared from the spit even if it is only for a few moments.
“Mr. Johnson you have failed to pay your roasting tax for the last meat-girl you spit roasted on this property, you know you can not roast another meat-girl until the taxes on the last have been paid, and I also see here that your fire pit and spit are not up to A.M.A code” the meat agent said walking over to Jessica with a knife in his hands, Jessica was afraid he would slit her throat killing her, witch is what is normally done to confiscated meat-girls, moving closer he cut the ropes that bound Jessica to the four corners of the table, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to confiscate this meat-girl and shut this roasting pit down until you pay your tax and bring this pit up to code” the meat agent said turning his back on Mr. Johnson and leaving the yard with Jessica.
On the ride to who the hell knows ware, Jessica was too shocked at what happened to even think to ask where they were taking her but she was glad to be off that table and not have that spit in her anymore, after several minutes she did ask, “Where are you taking me sir” she said with tears still falling from her eye’s, “We are headed to the Alternative Meat Agency to log you in as confiscated meat, where you will be treated as such, now be quite meat” he replied.
The car they were traveling in had to make a stop for gas Jessica saw this had her once chance to escape if she was ever going to try now was it, once the door to the car was open she shot out of it like a bolt of lighting, “AFTER HER!!” she heard the meat agent yell, but they couldn’t catch her she was too fast for the fat old cops, running naked though the street’s with no real destination just anywhere far away from anyone who wanted her dead, in an oven, on a spit or anything in between.
Several days later she was still running, well maybe not running, but on the run hiding for the A.M.A she was instantly declared a run away and she knew what would happen to her if they ever found her, she could only travel at night since a naked girl with a tagged cunt has a low chance of survival she figured it was best to keep out of contact with all people not just the A.M.A in fear that some meat-girl farmer would find her and decide to sell her or roast her.
After some time she had to sit and rest, she was coming up on one of those meat-girl farms, “I guess I can hide out in their barn and get some sleep I will be out of here before the morning milking” she thought to herself as she climbed into the cow-girl barn and found a large pile of hay to sleep in. But she was wrong.
Morning came and went and she was still asleep, when she finally came too she was no longer in the hay out in the barn and it wasn’t day light anymore, it was becoming darker outside indicating she has missed day, she found herself inside the house laying in a bed in what appeared to be a room made up for a little girl, “Ohh no I got to get out of here” was her silent thought as she left the room and crept down the hall looking for the way out only to be seen by a man while she was sneaking passed his room, “Well its about time your up” he said to her startling her a bit.
To make a long story short (Too late), Jessica spent several weeks with the man who had found her in the hay, she found that he had recently lost his daughter to the lottery and was happy to have Jessica replace her, in return for him allowing her to stay with him and not turning her in to the A.M.A she also became a milk cow and an unofficial part of his dairy.
Jessica came down from her room one morning like she did every morning since her arrival at the farm, naked as the day she was found and presented her now huge tits to the farmer, swollen with milk, he milked her by hand placing the milk in a jug for private use, “I’m going into town today to buy a meat-girl for dinner” he said to her during this morning milking, “Why?, you have so many in the barn” she replied, “They are strictly dairy as are you, I would never roast one of my own girls” he said as the last drop dripped from her nipple.
At hearing this Jessica had a silent thought “GOOD, finally someone who doesn’t want to see me roasting” she thought as he left for Hill’s Butcher shop in town, after several hours he returned home with the meat girl, Jessica was already asleep tired from the days chore’s on the farm, when she awoke she could hear the cry’s of the meat-girl he had brought home with him her constant pleading to be let free, begging for her life, Jessica entered the kitchen and got the shock of her life, there strapped to the prep table was her own mother begging for her life.
Jessica couldn’t understand why her mother was strapped to a meat-girl prep table until she looked over and saw some documents on the counter that had her mothers name on them and read, “by order of the A.M.A you are hear by charged with your daughter Jessica’s crime of running away and theft of A.M.A meat, as punishment you are ordered to take your daughters place in the meat market to be sold to recover our loses” Jessica couldn’t believe what she was reading, her mother had lied to her about the punishment for run away meat-girls, Jessica was going to enjoy this show.
Jessica moved closer to the table but still far enough so her mother couldn’t see she was there, “Please let me go ill do anything!!” she would beg now and then and the farmer continued to make his dinner preparations ignoring her, the farmer noticing Jessica had entered the room, “How do you think I should prepare her, Oven or spit?” he asked, Jessica moved closer to the table so her mother could see her in the light and replied “Spit” she then lowered her lips to her mothers ear and whispered, “I guess I am the one who gets to hear you squeal like a little piggy now mother”.
THE END
