Feast Day
by Fire-Bird (Inspired by Dolcett & Hill)
Chapter 02 "Registration and Prep."
Donna hated waiting in lines. Today was no exception. She clicked her tongue
noisily while waiting for the girl in front of her to hurry up. Finally the
girl move on and Donna was presented with a naked young girl standing behind
a small podium. On it was a book. There was also a sign on the side which
read, "REGISTER HERE." Followed by, "After registration report to Room B.
Remove all clothing and jewellery."
"Hi there. My name is Carol." said the young girl cheerfully. Donna noted
the tag hanging from Carol's vagina lip.
"If you'd just put your full name, lottery number and signature in the book,
we can get you started." continued Carol pointing to the book.
"Thanks Carol. Why do you have a tag down below? Are you roasting today?"
asked Donna.
"Later. My number came up today but because I work here I get to enjoy the
whole day. I'll be the last one done and all the guys are going to throw
me a big farewell party as I'm butchered."
Donna smiled politely. Privately she couldn't believe how easily Carol was
taking this all in her stride. But then again, so was she. Donna took the
pen and started to fill in the required details. Behind her Jackie was
staring at the poster for March Feast Day. On it was a picture of a well
roasted female with a spit through her torso. Jackie went on to read that
the girl was Miss March - Sherry Amber.
A poster girl. How nice. Thought Jackie. Behind her Jackie heard Elizabeth
in conversation with the girl behind her.
"I heard from my friend Janey that sometimes you're still alive when they
start roasting you." said the girl sullenly.
Elizabeth turned to Jackie. "No, that used to happen when I was young
because they used to just skewer a girl and then start roasting ..."
Jackie confirmed Elizabeth's point of view. "Yeah, now at least they clean
and stuff us. Unless you try to run ..."
Donna was barely aware of the conversation. She wrote her signature and
looked up at Carol. "Carol, um .. I guess this is it? How long does it
take before ... "
Carol finished Donna's sentence for her. "Before you're stuffed? About
an hour. There's some preparation they have to do first."
Donna nodded and let Jackie and Elizabeth fill in their details. Carol
pointed the way to room B. All three girls followed her direction. Inside
the room there was a lot of chattering. Donna caught glimpses of
conversations as she found a spot to get undressed.
"I wouldn't mind so much. But what's kind of upsetting is my son Timmy as
a butcher at this plant and he's working this morning." sobbed one woman.
"Ohh! Yeah, that is kinda creepy. Do you think it will bother him to
butcher you?" asked someone nearby.
"No, I guess not. Hey Mary, how did you get picked? I thought pregnant
women were exempt?"
"Not if it's your third girl. That's an automatic trip to the carving
platter. It's not all bad though, Brad gets extra pay for the additional
weight."
"I just don't understand why we have to be naked ... I mean, it's so
embarrassing. Isn't it bad enough to kill us?"
Donna looked around for the voice. She spotted the girl a couple of meters
away from her. She looked like someone who panicked easily.
"God Traci, don't be such a princess. You can't expect them to cook you
with a nice little bra and panties set on? Can you?" said her friend.
Traci looked quite deflated. "I guess so. It's just that I've never been
naked in front of a boy."
Traci's friend laughed. "You've never been roasted like a suckling pig
before either, but you're about to be." her friend carried on laughing
then stopped abruptly. "Gulp! and so am I."
Always one in every crowd smirked Donna. She had removed her blouse and
dress. All that was left was her panties and shoes. Donna removed her
shoes as a male walked into the room. He looked around and took hold of
the nearest girl's arm.
"All right ladies." he said in a loud voice. "Hurry it up. We want you
turning nicely pink over the coals by noon so let's move."
"Harry? Is that you?" said a girl with glasses. "I haven't seen you since
the divorce. So you work here?"
Harry smiled. "Hi Linda. Yeah I work here. Finish stripping and I'll see
you on the butchering line."
Harry took the girl he caught earlier and they both exited out through
another door. Donna watched them go. She threw off her panties and stood
naked in line with the rest of the meat.
This is it. She thought. The line moved quickly and before Donna knew it
she was in the next room. Special chairs were laid out for the girls.
Some girls were already in the chairs. Some were crying while others just
took the pain. There were about six guys working the line. One came over
and took Donna to a nearby chair.
"Hi. What's your name?" asked the man.
"Donna."
"Okay Donna. I want you to put your knees into the stirrups here and sit
back. I know it's not nice but I want that dildo up your ass."
The chair itself consisted of two stirrups for the girl's legs and a mounted
dildo. Donna spread her knees to fit into the stirrups and leaned back to
sit on the dildo. She was a little slow for the man so he pushed her back
a bit faster and she ended up impaling herself. Donna gasped and quickly
leaned back with her arms to hold onto the chair to stop herself from
slipping. This forced her breasts outwards.
"Hey Jerry, Donna here needs her tits done."
Another man came in behind her and held her left breast. In his right hand
he had a large syringe. He jabbed the needle into left breast and pumped
the cooking fluid in. Donna's breast quickly filled up and was nearly two
cup sizes bigger by the time the man pulled the needle out. He then pushed
the needle into her other breast. Tears rolled down Donna's cheeks. She had
always hated needles.
"Hold still Donna." said Jerry. "There, both tits nice and full so they'll
stay plump while you're roasting."
With her legs spread wide the man who took her initially had a flame gun
and was removing Donna's pubic hair with it. Donna could feel a lot of
heat but remarkable she wasn't burnt.
The man looked up at her. "Don't worry Donna. I won't cook it while it's
still on you."
Donna just smiled. When the man had finished he helped her up off the
chair. Her boobs felt much heavier.
"All done. Hop into that line over there." pointed the man. Donna nodded
and joined up with Jackie. Elizabeth joined them shortly after. Ahead of
them Donna could see the girls sitting up on a very large square table.
Wonder what this is all about thought Donna. Again the line moved quickly.
Donna waited for her turn. When it came to her turn a man asked her her
name.
"Donna Thorton." she replied.
"Donna ... Donna ... Donna ... ah, here we are." said the man. He located
Donna's tag from a small pile on his clipboard.
"Take this." he said handing her a tag. "Give it to the cook when they
ask for it."
With tag in hand Donna was directed to sit up on a vacant spot on the
table and spread her legs. One of the chiefs came over. He checked her
legs, thighs, back and tummy.
"Not bad. Hi, I'm Ken. Tag?" he asked. Donna handed it to him.
Ken quickly wrote a couple of numbers and took a clipper from his belt.
"Okay Donna. Let me just do this." Donna watched as the man pulled Donna's
labia lip out and clipped the tag through it.
"Ouch!" gasped Donna.
"There you go. You're graded for medium rare. Say, your husband wouldn't
be Ed by any chance?"
"Yeah. He is." The comment caught Donna by surprise.
"Cool. He's going to love eating your cunt filet. Want one last fuck?"
Donna nodded her head.
"Okay, would you like pussy fuck, ass fuck, a cunt lick or blowjob?"
She opened her legs and Ken slipped his cock into her pussy. He pumped
away while Jackie and Elizabeth sat on either side of her. Both their
cunts were tagged. Jackie gave her chief a quick blowjob while Elizabeth
was ass fucked.
Ken cummed and Donna enjoyed the sensations. "Very nice Donna. I guess I
better let you go. My break is just about to finish."
"Thanks Ken. That was nice."
Ken helped Donna off the table. "The holding line is over there. It won't
be long now."
Donna walked over to the line. Jackie soon joined her.
"Thanks Mum, that was nice." said one of the chiefs.
Donna and Jackie raised their eyebrows at Elizabeth as she came over to
stand by them.
"Liz, you let your son ass fuck you?" asked Jackie.
Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. "What are they going to do? Put me in
jail? Bit late now."
They watched as more girls came in, were tagged and given the option of
a fuck. Donna didn't see any of the girls passing up the opportunity for
one last shot at an orgasm.
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